Rage: I’ve been keeping tabs on SCW for the past two months. I’ve watched promos, and honestly, I’ve been to all of the shows. I’ve sat and watched every single promo that Blade Alexander has put out, and you know what it did? It PISSED ME OFF!

Rage’s eyes turn even more evil then before, and his face turns beat red.

Rage: I’ve listened to Blade run his mouth about Las Vegas being HIS city, and every other lame insult the guy can think of at the time. I’ve sat back and watched as he’s faced JT Underwood time and time again, in tag matches or even in that Haunted House match. Blade was still standing after every match. He was still running that mouth of his week in and week out, so I decided to take things into my hands…literally.

Rage walks toward the ropes, then leans on the top rope with his massive frame, raising the microphone to his lips once again.

Rage: Blade, I know you’re listening backstage, so I want you to listen carefully. You don’t know me, so I want to give you a warning. When you make me angry, things get very, very ugly. What I did to you at High Stakes is just a taste of what I am really capable of. You should be thanking the security guards for ripping me off of you, because if they hadn’t, you wouldn’t be able to be here tonight. You wouldn’t be walking right now, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be talking. You want some competition, Blade? YOU JUST GOT IT! Las Vegas is no longer your city, Blade. If you couldn’t tell before now…Sin City belongs to The Seven Deadly Sins, and The Sin of Wrath *points to self* has arrived to cause some serious pain. Starting with you!

Rage throws the microphone down, then exits the ring, heading backstage with a sick smile on his face.

Backstage, this time Amanda Hugginkiss is standing at the side of Co-Owner "Hot Stuff" Mak ward who looks resigned, shaking his head.

HS: Why oh why couldn't it be Pussy?

Amanda: You'd be surprised how many times I get that.

HS: No, actually I probably wouldn't.

HS and Amanda share a quizical look much to the fans' amusement. Mark holds the top hat over to his undesired sidekick for this segment and she fishes around in it before drawing out a name.

Amanda: Oh what a surprise! The Surf Boys!

Mark nods.

HS: And their opponents?

Amanda draws the next name...

Amanda: Blade Alexander.

HS: Oh Lord, who's the unlucky guy to deal with *that* ego?

He looks at Amanda.

HS: I hate guys with big egos.

Amanda nods in agreement, then turns her head and rolls her eyes out of HS's sight. Amanda draws the next name...

Amanda: And Blade Alexander's tag team partner will be... Casey Williams!

“Because I Got High” by Afroman starts playing and the entrance starts filling with a light fog. The crowd bursts into cheers as “Stoner” Scott Oliver walks out from the back. His hands are stuffed into the pocket on the front of his hoodie. He appears to be in a daze as he slowly makes his way down to the ring. He climbs into the ring and sits in the corner of the ring while waiting for the match to start.

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout. Moments later, Nick Jones walks out through the curtain, causing the boos to intensify. Nick walks to the top of the rampway and then stops for a moment. He then waits as the lovely Diana Roberts makes her way out behind him. Nick drops down to a knee as, a cocky smirk then comes across his face as he flexes his muscles. Diana rubs Nick's chest as he looks at his muscles, looking rather impressed with himself as the smirk on his face grows. Nick then gets up and takes Diana's arm and turns and looks back at the ramp and waits as Nick's "muscle", Big B and Slick Tony make their way out. The two men flank Nick and Diana as they make their way down the rampway. They all head down the rampway, slowly walking down as Nick makes sure to taunt and mock all of the fans on his way down to the ring, flipping off a few people here and there. Nick then walks to the steel steps and waits for Diana to climb up first, as he watches her from behind, before he quickly walks up them and then walks across the apron, while Big B and Tony wait outside the ring. Nick steps one leg into the ring and then takes a seat onto the middle rope for a moment, holding the ropes open as Diana climbs in. Nick sits there for a moment, just looking around the arena. He looks at all the people sitting around and just gets a look of disdain on his face as he shakes his head in disgust, soliciting even more jeers from the audience. Nick laughs at this response as he turns away from the crowd to climb into the ring. He swings his other leg into the ring and then walks over to his corner, where Diana sits on the top turnbuckle. Nick leans back as Diana rubs his shoulders, as Nick stands there and waits with a cocky and confident smirk on his face.

VS.
SINGLES MATCH

DING-DING-DING!!!

The two men move towards the center of the ring, but Nick wastes no time in punching Scott in the face.

Simone:Hot damn, stinging shot from Nick Jones

Stoner Scott Oliver looks surprised as he stumbles backwards across the ring, but Nick charges him and clotheslines him to the floor. Stoner gets back up and Nick forces him in to the corner, placing his elbow in Stoner's throat and holding him there. Jasmine St Clair steps in to break it up and Nick raises his arms in the air. Nick takes a slight step back and nails Stoner with a cheap shot to the head. Nick pulls Stoner out of the corner and wraps his arms around him, lifting Stoner over his head with a huge belly to belly suplex. Nick gets back to his feet and raises his arms in the air, smirking at the fans as they boo.

Adams: That's the Nick Jones I know

As Jones is posing in the ring, Stoner walks up behind him and pulls him down in a school boy pin.

1..
2..

Simone: That could have been embarrassing

Nick gets to his feet looking shocked and Stoner also gets up, a mellow smile on his face, but Nick wipes the smile off Stoner's face with a resounding clothesline. Stoner rolls out of the ring and Nick Jones quickly follows him. Nick bends down to pick Stoner up, but Stoner springs to his knees and nails Nick with a quick European uppercut.

Simone: Where did that come from?

Adams: Erm... Europe?

Nick falls back against the baracades and Stoner charges at him. Stoner spins around and flies back first in to Nick. Nick stumbles forward and Stoner swings a right hand at Nick. Jones ducks the swing and quickly hits a drop toe hold on Stoner, sending him chest first in to the guard rail. Nick quickly grabs Stoner's long hair and pulls him over to the ring apron, slamming his head in to it, before rolling him back in to the ring. Nick turns to a clapping Diana and smiles. Nick quickly climbs on the ring apron and looks and the fans, but Scott Oliver walks towards him. Nick turns back to the ring, only to be met with a sharp knee to the gut. Stoner hooks Nick by the head and lifts him over the top rope, dropping him down with a huge suplex!

Simone: Was that a technical move?

Adams: Dont be silly, Stoner doesn't do technical

Stoner stands up and drops a knee to Nick's head, causing him to roll over. Stoner pulls Nick to his feet and stands behind him, wrapping his hands around Nick's chin and dropping backwards, sending Nick's head crashing hard in to the mat. Stoner sits in the ring just looking around, with a strangely relaxed smile on his face.

Simone: I think he's zoned out. Hello? Earth to Stoner, you're in a match here!

Adams: And people called me spacey... not Kevin Spacey, just spacey

Stoner shakes his head as if to snap out of his trance and looks at Nick. He quickly gets to his feet and pulls Nick up to his feet, putting Nick in a headlock. Nick manages to wiggle his neck free and move behind Stoner. Nick quickly grabs Stoner's head and spins, slamming him hard to the mat with a swinging reverse neckbreaker. Stoner sits up from the impact and Nick moves quickly to his feet, just slapping Stoner in the back of the head and smirking. Stoner starts to giggle, angering Nick. Nick steps back and kicks Stoner square in the head.

Simone: What's with the giggles?

Adams: Maybe he remembered something funny he did earlier.

Simone: How long before the munchies sets in?

Adams: Now. I'm starving, can someone back there go get me some nachos or something?

Back in the ring, Nick drags Stoner back to his feet and hooks him up in a front face lock and drops him down with a DDT. Nick goes for the cover

Simone: Kick out from Stoner

Adams: Never mind that, where's these nachos?

Nick grabs Stoner to his feet and throws him off the ropes. Stoner bounces back and ducks under Nick's attack and takes him down with a neckbreaker. Stoner sits on the floor giggling.

Simone: I think we may have lost him again

Adams: Whatcha mean? He's right there

Belinda shakes her head at Jason, while in the ring, Stoner Scott Oliver continues his assault on Nick, dragging him to his feet and punching him hard in the face and body, sending Nick stumbling around the ring. Nick walks back towards Stoner, and Stoner quickly grabs Nick's arm and pulls him in for a short arm clothesline. Nick lays on the floor but Stoner continues the assault with a seated senton, crushing Nick's ribs. Stoner lays back on Nick but before the referee can count, Nick rolls over and out of the way. Stoner gets to his feet and quickly drops a forearm to the back of Nick's head. Stoner grabs Nick to his feet but Nick plants an elbow to Stoner's gut and hooks him up. Nick falls backwards, nailing Stoner with a Russian legsweep. Stoner rolls over holding his back but Nick gets back up, pulling Stoner up with him. Nick nails Stoner in the head with two strong punches to the chin. Stoner wobbles around, and Nick uses his left hand to lift Stoner's chin up. Nick kisses his right hand before drilling it in to Stoner's face!

Adams: Three punch combo! Classic Nick Jones!

Nick looks at the fans, raising his arms and smirking

Simone: Cocky SOB

Adams: Also classic Nick Jones

Nick drops down for the cover

1..
2..

Simone: That's what you get for taking your sweet time

Nick looks frustrated but drags Stoner to his feet. He wraps his arms around Stoner, but Stoner hits Nick with a double hand clap to the ears. Nick releases the hold and Stoner charges at Nick head first, both men clashing heads, and Nick hitting the floor hard.

Simone: What was that all about?

Adams: Maybe Stone throught he was a buck clashing with another buck. I mean the animals, like deer, you get that right?

Simone: Uh uh

Adams: Oh good, didn't wanna sound stupid.

Nick staggers to his feet, as does Stoner, shaking his head as he gets up. Stoner walks towards Nick but Nick quickly grabs hold of Stoner and nails him with an explosive T-bone suplex!

Adams: Wow! Unexpected!

Nick smirks as he stalks a fallen Scott Oliver. Stoner gets back to his feet and Nick hooks his leg and head, lifts him up and drops him with a spinning Fisherman's neckbreaker!

Adams: Best Of All!

Nick goes for the pin.

1...
2...
3!

Justin: Here is your winner … Nick Jones!

Simone: Nick Jones picks up the win with an amazing finish!

Adams: Don't say that too loudly Belinda, this guy gets an ego boost every time someone says his name.

Simone: A very impressive return from Nick Jones.

Backstage, Wyatt Peterson is seen enjoying the refreshments at the table set out in the locker room hallway, slowly sipping a cup of lemonade. He takes off his signature hat, setting it down on the table next to him. He looks around when suddenly Pussy Willow approaches him with a microphone in hand. A strange hissing sound is heard in the background, causing Pussy and Wyatt to look around for its origins, but they shrug it off as Pussy brings the microphone to her lips.

Pussy: Wyatt Peterson. I was wondering if I might get any comments you may have about your match against Kid Karma at High Stakes? You both put up an amazing fight, and the fans are calling for a rematch to find out the true winner. What are your thoughts on the way things happened?

Wyatt smirks as he looks at Pussy. A slight laughter is heard nearby, but Wyatt ignores it, posing for the camera.

Wyatt: Honest tah God, Ms. Willow…

He reaches back down for his hat. He brings it to up in front of him, drawing Pussy’s attention as she raises her finger to him, but before she can mutter a word, he places the hat on his head, and his eyes widen in shock. It slowly sinks down on his head, and shaving cream slowly leaks down his head, coming in streams from all sides. It drips down his brow and nose, becoming more runny as it sits against his body heat. As it hits his moustache, he blows it again slowly.

Much quicker, Jamie Staggs comes running from around the corner sporting a brown floppy cowboy hat and a pony head on a stick. He gallops around, screeching a hillbilly call. As he circles Wyatt, he pulls out a can of shaving cream, and begins spraying it on him.

Jamie: YEEEHAWWWW!

Once the contents of the can are emptied on Wyatt, Jamie drops it and the pony as he slowly backs away. A smile spread from ear to ear, causing Pussy to hide a few giggles of her own. Wyatt slowly reaches up to his face and forcefully takes one wipe at the cream.

Jamie: Hey there big feller… I reckon you just been D*CK’D partner! YEEEHAWWWW!

Jamie laughs as he takes off down the hallway, leaving a stunned Pussy Willow next to an angry Wyatt Peterson. He slowly removes his hat once more and sets it down on the refreshment table. He just shakes his head as he looks on with an angry glare as Jamie disappears around a far corner. Without breaking his stare, he mutters to Pussy.

Wyatt: Ah’m gonna git that there rascal.

Backstage, Kittie walks through the hallways carrying her blue stuffed bear with a white snowflake upon its nose, and an ice skater outfit. She hugs it tightly while trying to read a “map” drawn in magic marker upon a sheet of paper. While she curves through the hallways, hoping to not have gotten lost, she stops dead in her tracks as she hears the orchestral music blaring from a private room. Standing outside of the double doors is a very tall, muscular man with a greased up bronzed chest, wearing a Chippendale’s style neck band with a bowtie. His dark eyes meet with Kittie’s, and he smiles at the image of her carrying around the blue bear.

Kittie: Oh my god, your biceps are huge!

Shane: And the stand in for envy is turning green… Right this way, Miss.

Kittie rolls her eyes as she turns the corner to enter the room. Her eyes light up as they wander the room in a mixture of absurdity and amazement. Despite her words, she gets lost in the latter emotion.

Kittie: This… is… beyond ridic… Ohhh, hello...

Inside of the small room is what amounts to an incredible setup fashioned from what had to be meager beginnings. In the center of the small room is an oval shaped table draped with a thistle colored silk table cloth that stretches to the floor. There are four place settings, complete with a small saucer, a plate, water goblets and tea cups. At the right of each setting was a lit candle, powder blue in color. And in the center of the table was a place setting, crafted fashionably from lilacs and orchids and set in a small crystal bowl.

Fantasia: Master Despy! Your guest is here.

There is a thud behind a partition wall against the far wall and Despayre walks around the corner, holding his hands out. He is dressed in a t shirt that has a tuxedo printed on the front and torn blue jeans -- but over his face is a air of thick eyeglasses that magnify his eyes four times their normal size. His hands are out in front of him, waving his palms about until he finds Fantasia.

Despayre: Is she here? Did Kittie and company arrive? Where is she? Er, I mean where is they?

Kittie exchanges a glance with Shane before she takes a step up and waves her hand in his face.

Kittie: We're right here!

Despayre leans back away from her and blinks. He reaches up and raises his glasses.

Despayre: Ohh! HI!!

He pulls the glasses off and frowns down at them, then looks up at Kittie.

Despayre: These are Angel's. I thought they'd make me look smarter but he needs them more than I do.

He leans in close to Kittie to share a conspiratorial whisper.

Despayre: He's blind sign as a bat you know.

He puts his forefinger against his lips in a universal secret. Kittie tries her best to hide her smile, but it slips through a little. She looks down to the bear in her hand and then back to Despayre, deciding against a hug, unsure of his reaction. He looks down to Snowflake and shakes her paw gently, then kissing the top.

Despayre: That dress is stunning, Snowflake.

Kittie: This is very nice, the gift, and the party. I just don’t know why?

She looks over to the gorgeous décor of the room, drinking in its beauty. She slowly walks away to place Snowflake down in her assigned seat, in a booster chair as Despayre follows her. Kittie looks to Despayre’s fellow Sins, as well as her own one night stable mates, as if to beg them for an answer, but they remain silent as they watch the two.

Despayre: Who doesn’t love a party, right? I heard you liked tea, and I always wanted to have a tea party with some new friends. Won’t you please have a seat and enjoy these delicious strumpets?

Kittie lowers her eyes to the table, trying to hide a chuckle, but it escapes. She is quick to cover her mouth before Shane pulls out her chair for her. She reluctantly sits down, scooting in, placing her napkin on her lap in an attempt to go along with the suggested theme. Shane returns again with four thin white saucer sized plates, placing them down in front of Despayre, Angel, Snowflake, and Kittie. He nods to Fantasia who then walks over with a plate of chocolate Oreos and clear tongs, placing two upon each plate, offering a delighted smile as she does so. Despayre takes one into his mouth, chewing and smiling as he addresses Kittie.

Despayre: I thought you might need a friend with the surgery and all.

Kittie: Surgery? What surgery?

Despayre: Angel says that someone needs to remove that stick from your…

He is quickly cut off by the muffled laughter of Shane and Fantasia, however it seems something else has caught his attention as he looks over to Snowflake in a bit of awe. Kittie growls before she stuffs an Oreo into her mouth. She chews it intensely, offering her reply.

Kittie: Well, that bear sure is a regular smart ass isn’t he?

Despayre: He’s a bear! See the ears, and the soft fur. He is pretty smart though. He knows lotsa stuff. Snowflake didn’t like that too much though. She said that was rude.

Kittie looks around the room with a smile; however, everyone else looks dead serious. She leans back in her chair a bit as Shane walks around, pouring “tea” into the cups. The creamy, dark brown, steamy cocoa, which is not tea.

Kittie: Wasn’t this supposed to be a tea party? Why isn’t there any tea?

Despayre makes a disgusted face before taking a sip of the cocoa to soothe the distaste.

Despayre: I don’t like tea. Besides, I’m drinking it from a tea cup, so it IS tea…

Kittie could argue with that logic, but she shrugs it off, taking a sip and savoring the soft marshmallows in the chocolaty blend. She stares over at Despayre questioningly, trying to figure out the meaning of this meeting. Surely he couldn’t cook this whole thing up on his own.

Despayre: You're right. Angel helped.

Kittie blinks and looks up from her plate toward the young man sitting opposite her as he offers a plate of chocolate stuffed Oreos over to Snowflake who apparently has cleaned her plate. Despayre looks up to meet Kittie's eye and he smiles.

Kittie: What did you say?

Despayre: I said you were right. I didn't plan al; this by my lonesome. Actually, I planned very little of it. Angel did most of the work.

Despayre turns his head towards the aforementioned teddy bear and sighs with exasperation.

Despayre: Fine! He did all the work!

Despayre shakes his head in faux annoyance until he accidentally drops the cookie he was dunking into his cocoa. He bends over to examine how best to retrieve it from the scalding drink when Kittie speaks up, clearly not understanding the relationship he shares with Angel.

Kittie: How did you... I mean, I was not speaking out loud so...

Despayre: Angel knows everything.

He says matter-of-factually as he plunges his fingers into the cocoa and yelps audibly as he flings his hand up, and inadvertently gives the soggy cookie a toss. Shane reaches out with one hand and snatches it out of the air with ease. Despayre claps at Shane's performance and turns back to his guests and finds Kittie shaking her head. The question is too far into her mindscape to subdue.

Kittie: Why did you go through all this trouble? Snowflake? The party? ... Why?

Despayre: Angel said you needed a friend.

Kittie: What makes you, I mean him, think that's something I even want?

Despayre shrugs.

Despayre: Who doesn't need friends?

Kittie nods her head, agreeing before switching completely to the opposite emotion. Her face twists into an unspoken sadness. As quickly as the first mood passes on to something new, so does the second as she grits her teeth, mumbling lightly to herself before she bangs her fist hard on the table.

Kittie: Friends are people who hurt you the most! They stab you in the back, and they take things from you. They leave you. That’s all they do, they leave you! Maybe you got it right by hanging around a teddy bear, because at least they can’t drill a knife in your back! Gab… You can’t trust anyone, especially in this business!

Kittie catches herself at the last minute before saying something she might regret. While Shane and Fantasia prepare to subdue the situation at any point of escalation, Despayre just shakes his head innocently toward Kittie with a smile on his face.

Despayre: Not the true friends. You can always count on your true friends. And Gabriel is my best friend. But we can be friends. Angel too. It was his idea to let you be a sin for one night. He said it suits you well.

Kittie closes her eyes, trying to take a few deep breaths to calm herself down. Despayre walks gets up from his chair, walking over to her. Her lips move, but she doesn’t make a sound. He puts his hands over her ears, and she slowly calms down.

Justin: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Warren, Michigan, weighing 201 pounds… Kid Karma!

Mind Heist begins to play over the PA. The crowd erupts with cheers and explosions go off near the entrance. The lights begin to strobe and out walks Kid Karma. He slowly walks out with his head down. His hood is up on his hoodie and his sweatpants are dragging along the ground. The music gets louder and louder and he raises his head slowly. The crowd gets even louder as he begins to walk towards the ring. He slides underneath the ropes looks around at the crowd and shakes his head in approval. He removes his hoodie revealing his undershirt tank top and throws his chain on the ground.

Justin: Introducing his tag team partner! From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing 225 pounds, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!

"OH CANADA!” starts playing and “Blaque Hart” Bruce Evans steps onto the stage and slowly makes his way to the ring. Once at the ring, he walks up the steel steps and steps through the ropes into the ring. He lowers his shades and gives his partner a condescending once-over before turning his back to him, leaving Karma burning holes in his back.

Adams: Not the best camaraderie between tag team partners.

Simone: Probably because they’re not tag team partners. I’d dare say this is in preparation for the Lethal Lottery tag team tournament coming up.

Justin: Their opponents have a combined weight of 650 pounds, here are Casey Williams and Ryan King … 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 sneer 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 high five each other.

Adams: This is going to be a giant challenge for Evans and Kid Karma, in more than just one way. Not only are they up against a regular tag team…

Simone: But a tag team that has them at over a two hundred pound weight disadvantage!

Adams: Hey I was gonna say that!

The referee calls for the bell.

VS.
SINGLES MATCH

DING-DING-DING!!!

Kid Karma is going to start for his team but Blaque Hart shoves him aside and charges across the ring, attacking Ryan from behind!

Simone: Boy that team is off to a grand beginning!

Evans clotheslines Ryan from behind and starts to stomp down onto his body, not letting up. Blaque Hart pulls him up and Irish whips him into the ropes, scoops him up on the rebound and drops him across his knee in a back breaker. Blaque Hart dumps him off and covers him, hooking the near leg.

1…..
2…..Ryan kicks out.

Bruce glares at the official who just holds up two fingers.

Simone: Well what did he expect? Did he think he’d get the win that easily?

Blaque Hart grabs Ryan and drives his head into the corner and pounds at his sternum with three forearm smashes before sending him into the far corner. Blaque Hart rushes in for the follow up but Ryan moves aside and Bruce crashes into the corner sternum first. Ryan immediately runs off of the ropes and plants Evans with a one handed bulldog. Ryan pulls him up and Irish whips him into the ropes and sends him flying with a back body drop!

Adams: (sings) Off we go! Into the wild blue yonder! Lost again! Son of a bitch!

Blaque Hart scrambles quickly to his corner and reaches for the tag but Karma just looks away and acts as if he doesn’t even see him making the attempt. He shrugs as Ryan grabs Evans from behind and brings him over with a waistlock suplex. Ryan rolls over and makes the tag.

Simone: And here comes the big man!

Casey steps inside of the ring, over the top rope. He pulls Blaque Hart up and lays in an open handed chop to the chest that leaves a large welt on the Canadian’s chest. Bruce falls back into the ropes and casey grabs him and sends him hurling across the ring with a big beel toss. Blaque Hart quickly tags out, before Kid Karma can replay his previous indifference. Karma springs up onto the top rope and launches for a flying body press, but Casey catches him in mid air with no trouble.

Simone: What in god’s name was that man thinking??

Casey hefts him onto his shoulder for a possible powerslam but Karma shifts his weight and drops down behind him. Karma then jumps up onto his back and locks in a sleeper. Casey struggles but ends up quickly breaking the hold by just falling back into the nearest corner, squashing the smaller man beneath his near 400 pounds. Casey then turns around and backs up. He charges forward but Karma moves and Casey strikes the corner. Karma jumps up to the top of the corner and leaps off, hitting Casey with a flying Fame Asser!

Adams: Wow! He brought the big man down!

Kid Karma jumps to his feet and holds his arms out in self presentation and is met with a positive response from the crowd on hand.

Simone: For god’s sake! Stop show boating you Vanilla Ice wannabe! Pin him!

As if he hears her, Karma rebounds off of the ropes and hits a senton on Casey’s upper body, hooking the leg.

1…..
2….. Casey heaves him off!

Adams: Hoo hoo hoo!

Kid Karma grabs him by the arm and twists him into an arm ringer, then reaches for the tag but Blaque Hart drops down to the floor, blatantly ignoring the tag! Kid Karma lets Casey go and yells out at Bruce Evans who just smirks in a egotistical manner and holds his arms out, shrugging.

Simone: Don’t turn your back…

Karma turns around and walks right into a big boot from Casey!

Simone: Told you!

Casey throws him into his own corner and tags Ryan. Ryan climbs in and hauls Kid Karma up onto his shoulders in a foreman’s carry. He carts him out to the center of the ring and brings him down with a sitout slam. He immediately locks Karma in the King’s Fortune but Blaque Hart is right in the ring and he kicks King in the back, breaking the hold.

Simone: Good thing or else this might have been all over.

Bruce drags Karma back to his corner and tags himself in. He then climbs back in and brings King over with a snap suplex, following up with a legdrop across the throat. Bruce goes for the cover.

1…..
2….. Ryan kicks out.

Blaque Hart goes to whip him into the corner but Ryan reverses it and sends him in instead. Bruce runs up the corner and jumps back, hitting a body press on Ryan but King rolls through until he’s on top, hooking the leg!

1…..
2….. Blaque Hart kicks out!

Adams: That was a sweet reversal there. Didn’t know King had it in him.

Both men get to their feet but Evans cuts off any offense by Ryan with a quick gouge to the eyes.

Simone: Well neither of these men are exactly shy about bending the rules so no surprise here.

Blaque Hart grabs him into a side headlock but as Ryan backs him against the ropes, Kid Karma reaches in and tags himself back into the match. Karma goes to the top and jumps off, but Ryan jumps in the air and meets him mid air with a dropkick!

Adams: What a counter!

Simone: He took the wind right out of Karma!

Ryan backs up and lurks as the hurt Kid Karma struggles to a vertical base and Ryan hits the Rise to Power! He covers Karma and hooks the leg!

1…..
2…..
3!

Justin: Here are your winners … Poisoned Power!

Adams: Another win for Poisoned Power. These two have been impressive lately

Simone: They'd be better if Ryan could get his drinking under control

Everyone leaves the ring and starts walking backstage. Kid Karma is still in the ring pulling himself to his feet. “Hillbilly Bone” starts to play and the crowd bursts into cheers as Wyatt Peterson walks into the arena. He makes a beeline towards the ring

Simone: Wyatt shouldn’t be out here.

Adams: He probably just wants to talk about what happened at High Stakes.

Simone: I don’t think there will be much talking involved.

Wyatt climbs into the ring as Kid Karma gets to his feet. Without missing a beat, Wyatt runs at Karma and hits him with a running boot to the face that sends Karma back to the mat.

Simone: Boomtown! Kid Karma has been laid out!

Adams: That’s what Kid Karma gets for screwing Wyatt out of the SCW Championship.

Simone: Don’t forget that Wyatt did the same to Kid Karma. I have a feeling that things are far from over between these two.

Wyatt climbs out of the ring and walks back up the ramp disappearing backstage.

Amanda Hugginkiss walks backstage through the Civic Center until she happens upon Despayre who is busily fitting his teddy bear Angel in a little dress suit. The fans greet the sight with cheers and laughter, as they watch Despayre fix the bear's tie.

Amanda: Despayre, hello!

Despayre turns and jumps.

Despayre: Eep! I... oh, it's you. Are you here to interview Angel?

Amanda: Interview...? No, no. Actually, I was wondering if you'd like to help me draw the next four names for the Lethal Lottery tournament.

Despayre: Draw the what for the which and who?

Amanda smiles, taking in a deep breath. Yes she kind of asked for this when opting to approach this wild one.

Amanda: Tell you what. I'll hold the hat out to you, and you draw four names...

Despayre plunges his hand into the hat and grabs a handful...

Amanda: No, one at a time. One at a time.

Despayre: Oh....

The little guy lets all of the slips of paper filter from his hand and back into the hat she's holding until he has just the one.

Amanda: What's it say?

Despayre: Made in Taiwan.

Amanda takes the slip and looks at it.

Amanda: You pulled the tag off the inside of the hat.

Despayre: Sorry.

Amanda: No it's okay. Try again, just the one name.

Despayre reaches into the hat and hands Amanda the slip he extracted.

Amanda: Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. Alrighty! And who is his tag team partner going to be?

She holds the hat out to Despayre who just looks from it to her.

Amanda: Well? Go on.

Despayre: Go on and what?

Amanda: Draw a name.

Despayre: You said to just draw the one!

Amanda: But we have to find out who Bruce's tag team partner will be and who his opponents are.

Despayre: Then why did you tell me to just draw the one name!?

Amanda: I just meant....! I mean, I just meant draw the one name for that point. One at a time. Understand.

Despayre nods.

Despayre: No.

Amanda palm faces and sighs.

Amanda: Sweety. Listen. We're drawing names, one at a time, to see who is teamed with who. Can you draw three more names, one at a time? Please?

Despayre: Well... so long as you said please.

He reaches into the hat and draws out a slip and hands it to Amanda.

Amanda: And Blaque Hart's tag team partner will be ... Nick Jones! Alrighty! And now their opponents!

Despayre sighs.

Despayre: More?

Amanda: Just two more.

Despayre groans and reaches in for a name and hands it to Amanda.

Amanda: Their opponents... Sean Williams!

Despayre: Synn knows him.

Amanda: Oh?

Despayre: Mm hm. But Angel says I'm not old enough to know how or why.

Amanda: Well then lets find out who his partner will be.

Despayre grabs a name and passes it over.

Amanda: And Sean's partner will be ... Wyatt Peterson!

Amanda: Thank you for all your help Despayre.

Despayre: You're welcome. Can I have my mail now?

Amanda: What.. mail?

Despayre: Gabriel told me you were a femailman. I want my mail!

Amanda just turns and looks into the camera.

"Hot Stuff" Mark Wad, former multi-time wrestling champion and currently one-half of the SCW's ownership duo, is sitting in the back hallway, sipping at a cup of hot coffee when a vice filled with a familiar Southern twang catches his ear.

"Well now there's a sight ah never thought ah'd be missin'."

Mark looked up from the magazine he held in his free hand and his handsome face lit up with a smirk as he saw the tall man, clad in blue jeans and a matching jacket walks down the hall toward him.

HS: Austin!

Mark stands up and extends his hand, and Austin meets him, accepting the greeting. He grips Mark's hand tightly and gives it a firm shake.

HS: Man, what the hell are you doing all the way out here in Vegas?

Austin shrugs and looks about.

Austin: Heard you had this place goin' for yourself with that Underwood kid, and had to come out and scout around for myself.

HS chuckles.

HS: Looking for a job there buddy boy?

Austin scoffs.

Austin: Hardly, Ward. Ah had t check things out for our boy. See if things looked good enough for him.

HS narrows his eyes but the smile never leaves his face.

HS: Are you trying to tell me something here?

Austin: What? You tellin' me that you don't know the little deal that partner of yours pulled?

HS sighs and shakes his head, but smiles regardless.

HS: He has a habit of that, but he told me he had a surprise for me, and I trust him. So, you're it?

Austin: That would hardly be a surprise. Ah'm jest the pretty packagin'. Here comes your surprise.

Austin leans aside and looks past Mark and Hot Stuff turns around and the smile only gets wider and more sincere.

HS: I'll be damned! Bo!

The young Native America grappler walks up in his street clothes, smiling toward the familiar face of "Hot Stuff", a man much like Austin who took him under his proverbial wing and helped him break into the sport of professional wrestling. Mark walks up and shakes Bo's hand but pulls him into a friendly embrace, patting his back.

HS: Damn man, I haven't seen you in too long!

Bo: How are you Mister Ward?

HS: Mister Ward...

Mark looks at Austin and shakes his head.

HS: Still pulling all that politically correct polite BS. You really need to get that out of his system.

Austin holds his hands up in defeat.

Austin: Lord knows ah tried but that gramma of his raised him too well.

Bo just smiles and shrugs.

HS: How is your grams, anyway? I make it a point to phone in on her every so often but things have been pretty busy since this joint started up.

Bo smiles and nods.

Bo: She's good. Admittedly getting a bit on but she still hasn't lost that fire.

Mark just chuckles and shakes his head.

HS: And I doubt she ever will. So you signed on with us, huh? Good to know. Some of these guys won't know what hit `em. Looking good there man.

Bo holds his arms out and looks down at himself in a brief self inspection. His is a body with lean muscle, but after the time he spent away, HS can see it looks as if Bo has put on a few pounds of muscle.

HS: I been watching some of those matches of yours in Japan. Shoo! Brutal.

Bo clucks his tongue and shrugs.

Bo: Yeah, Mister Parker warned me...

Austin: And did you listen?

Bo just silently shakes his head, prompting Mark to laugh.<

HS: Well now you know better! That place is hell! C'mon! I have a sweet set up where you guys can watch the rest of the show and then we can meet up afterwards and catch up.

HS drapes an arm around Bo's shoulder and escorts him and Austin up the hall, all the while Mark pipes up to Bo...

HS: Say, is your grams by any chance still making that bomb ass shepard's pie?

Justin Decent: “Ladies and Gentlemen coming to the ring first from Honolulu, Hawaii standing 6’4” and weighing 245lbs he is….

"THE SAMOAN WARRIOR" MAOI!!!”

Final Moment by Veer Union* starts to play and Maoi comes to the ramp and looks to the crowd and nods and then comes down the aisle, fiving the fans, and then slides in the ring and then climbs to the second turnbuckle and screams, and the fans scream back.

Justin Decent: “AND his opponent standing 6’1” and weighing in at 230lbs, from Halifax, NS, he is…

BLADE ALEXANDER!!!”

"Birthright" (Birthwrong mix) by Celldweller ft. Blue Stahli plays as Blade Alexander walks down the ramp. The fans boo as he looks either side. Mercedes follows him out on to the ramp, holding the briefcase that he won on Climax control. Blade gets in the ring and looks across at Maoi in the ring.

Vs.
SINGLES MATCH

Drew Patton sigles for the bell and immediately Blade Alexander chargers at Maoi leveling him with a powerful clothesline. Maoi jumps back up and gets leveled by a second clothesline, but doesn’t stay down and kips up and ducks a third clothesline.

Simone: Ducking a third clothesline

Adams: Last time I saw that many ducks, I was at a park

Maoi throws a left hook and connects with Blades jaw. Blade throws a left of his own, each going back and forth not giving any give until Blade blocks a punch and delivers a European Uppercut. Blade follows up with a Irish whip and on the rebound rocks Maoi with a second European Uppercut. Blade takes Maoi down with a snap Suplex and goes for the pin. Drew drops down and goes for the count.

1…

2…

Kickout by Maoi and Blade picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Maoi bounces off and delivers a diving shoulder block knocking Blade to the mat. Maoi goes for a pin as ref Drew drops down again.

Adams: Maoi for the win

1…

Kick out by Blade. Maoi starts delivering punch after punch to the face of Blade. Blade grabs both of Maoi’s arms and head butts him hard causing Maoi to roll off and stumble into the ropes. Blade jumps up and looks around before bouncing off the ropes and flying at Maoi with a spear, sending both through the ropes onto the floor. Blade gets up and starts stomping on Maoi as referee Drew Patton stands his ten count.

Simone: Wow! Huge spear!

1…

Blade continues stomping away on Maoi before lifting him up with a military press and dropping him back down to the floor as he steps forward. Blade starts taunting the crowd and yelling at them as they start to boo him. 2….

3…

Adams:These guys better get back in the ring soon

4…

Blade looks over at Mercedes and just smiles, before turning around and being leveled by Maoi and a lariat clothesline. Maoi quickly rolls into the ring and rolls back out breaking Patton’s count and lifts Blade up, tosses Blade over with a belly to belly Suplex. Quickly following up, Maoi goes to work on the arm of Blade, stomping it hard and slamming it against the floor.

1…

2…

Adams: The referee's getting some counting practice today

3…

4…

Maoi picks Blade up and goes to Irish whip him into the ring post but Blade stands his ground and delivers a solid punch to the chest of Maoi, before following up with a belly to belly Suplex of his own.

5…

6…

7…

Blade allows another smirk to come across his face as he picks Maoi up and rolls him back into the ring and quickly follows in and pulls Maoi to the center of the ring, and locks on a half Boston crab submission. Unable to reach the ropes Maoi tries using his leg strength to roll Blade off of him and Blade hangs on and cranks back on the submission causing Maoi to scream in pain.

Simone: Maoi could tap here

Maoi uses his other leg and starts to kick Blade in the side and the leg and finally forces Blade to break the hold. Blade turns around as Maoi gets to his feet and quickly delivers a missile dropkick sending Maoi back to the mat. Blade starts stalking Maoi, waiting for him to stumble to his feet. When he finally does with a kick to the midsection, doubling Maoi over, Blade connects with The Final Cut and hooks both legs for the pin. Drew drops down to the mat and starts counting.

1…

2…

3…

Justin: Here is your winner … Blade Alexander!

Simone: Blade impresses again!

Adams: This guy has a huge future in Sin City Wrestling

The scene cuts backstage where Ryan King is stumbling around backstage knocking things over. Would appear that he had started his weekend early and heavy already. As he is walking around in the back, he stumbles into SCW Co-Owner Christian Underwood who has a few security guards with him.

Christian Underwood: Ryan, your services are no longer needed for the night, feel free to leave on your own free will, or I will have these guards escort your drunken ass out of here.

Dropping his bottle of Jack, Ryan goes to swing at Christian and is quickly intercepted by the very much sober security guards who proceed to left him up by his arms and legs and escort him from the building as he is yelling and cussing out Christian Underwood, while the scene cuts to another backstage area.

Amanda Hugginkiss is standing backstage, right in between the two sultry vixens of Sin City reporting, namely the Backstage Bombshells known as Pussy Willow and Miss Rocky Mountains. Pussy Willow is wearing a glamorous pink gown and Miss Rocky is sporting a sultry tuxedo mini skirt outfit, complte with top hat.

Amanda: And now, ladies and gentlemen, I am joined by these two spicy and Sinful dishes, to determine the final match in the opening round of the SCW Tag Team Championship tournament! Ladies?

Amanda holds out the hat first to Pussy Willow who draws a name, and then to Miss Rocky who does the same.

Amanda: And team number ones first man?

Pussy: Kid Karma!

Amanda: And his tag team partner?

Miss Rocky: Bo Dreamwolf!

Amanda: All right. And now the final tag team in the Lethal Lottery....

Pussy and Miss Rocky each draw out one of the final two names...

Amanda: Their first opponent?

Miss Rocky: Stoner Scott Oliver!

Amanda: And his partner?

Pussy: Jonathan Downs!

Amanda: And there you have it SCW! The opening round of the Lethal Lottery tournament has been completed! Who wil advance and move on to become the first SCWTag Team Champions? We'll find out when the opening round is held on the next Climax Control! Thank you!

Pussy Willow and Miss Rocky wave.

The camera switches back to the ring to show a shack set up in the ring, on top of sand. Also in the ring, three sunloungers sit alongside a table with drinks on. Against the shack walls, two surf boards rest. Also in the ring, a blow up dolphin and a beach ball. Surfer Boys start to play and the Surf Boys, Narly and Radical appear dressed in Bermuda shorts, sandals and holding surfboards under their arms. They turn around high fiving each other. They walk to the ring high fiving the fans and when they get to the ring, throw the boards under the ropes and climbs in as the fans cheer. The put their boards in middle of the ring and jump on them "ring surfing" as the fans cheer. Both Narly and Radical are handed microphones and both take a seat on the sun loungers.

Narly: Sha! Cheers rock!

Radical: Yeah they do!

Narly: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the most bodacious part of the show, The Surf Shack.

The fans cheer.

Radical: Sha, they so do rock bro! Tonight, we got a totally milfalicious babe joining us tonight down here.

Narly: Double milfalicious babe!

Radical: Sha dude! It's like so damn milfalicious, the chick may totally melt our surf boards.

Narly: And she's a champion!

Radical: Yeah, double champion, SCW Milfalicious champion and SCW Bombshell champion! Welcome out here... Misty!

The lights in the arena go out, as the opening beat to Evanescence’s “What You Want” start to play. Blue and white strobe lights flash to the beat of the music, and several seconds later, Misty appears from backstage, dressed in a pair of black pants, a blue corset over a black tank top and a pair of combat boots. She has the Bombshell Championship draped over her shoulder, as she looks around the crowd, gaining energy off of their cheers and excitement. She walks down to the ring and enters through the second rope. Radical stares at her, open mouthed and nearly drooling. As her music dies down, she is handed a microphone, then walks over to the third sun lounger and takes a seat, placing the Bombshell Title in her lap.

Narly: Dude, you’re catching flies…

Radical: Dude, look at those coconuts!

The audience erupts in laughter, as well as Misty.

Misty: Alright guys, can you focus for just a few minutes so we can get on with this interview?

Radical: Ok, first question! What color bikini do you wear to the beach? And when is the next time you’re going to the beach?

Narly: Dude, that was two questions..

Misty: Do I look like the type of woman who goes to the beach? No..now let’s get back to the point

Narly: Dude, she wants to talk about our points!

Radical: Hawwwwt! That just made my point *looks down* pointy!

Misty: Ok guys, I don’t want to talk about either of your points. I’m out here to talk about this. *holds up the Bombshell Title* So, shall we get on topic now? Or do I have to ask myself the questions?

Narly: *scratches head* So, uh, the Bombshell Title. That’s pretty radical!

Radical: What?

Narly: What, what dude?

Radical: You said my name

Misty: To answer your LACK of question, yes it’s very radical, as you put it.

Radical: The milfalicious babe said my name! Can you say it again? *drools*

Misty: *shakes head* I don’t think so. So let me ask you two something. How does it feel to be in the presence of the Bombshell Champion?

Narly: I think it’s totally awesome, milfalicious dudette!

Radical: Hey, can I have your autograph?!

Misty looks around, surprised a fellow wrestler would even ask for her autograph, but she smiles and nods.

Misty: Uh, sure, I guess.

Misty and Radical both stand up. Radical takes a black marker out of his pocket, hands it to Misty, then proceeds to try and pull his pants down!

Misty: Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?!

Narly: Yeah, dude, I don’t need to see that…again.

Radical: You said I could have your autograph. I want you to sign my butt!

Radical again tries to pull his pants down, but Misty stops him yet again.

Misty: Stop! That’s far enough, Radical. I’m not going to sign your butt. In fact, I think we’ve had enough fun for one night. We’ve strayed off topic far too much. It’s been fun, boys.

As Misty attempts to leave the ring. The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo’s explode either side of the stage. Bon Jovi's "Lay Your Hand On Me" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. Hot Stuff takes the mic from Radical's hand as the music stops.

HS: Do one of you idiots own a scooby doo like van?

Narly: Sha dude! She's a beaut!

HS: She's getting towed, get out of the damn ring and sort it out.

Narly and Radical look at each other and jump out of the ring. Hot Stuff glares at Misty.

HS: Finally some alone time with you Misty. Now I've made no secret of the fact that I want your little fiancee out of the kitchen and back in the ring. At High Stakes, your little man, and I do mean little, tried to embarrass me. Tried hard with his little brother flashing my package to the world.

The fans laugh as Misty breaks in to a smile

Misty: It sounds to me, Mark, that they didn’t have to try very hard at all.

HS: Listen lady, I got nothing to be embarrassed about down there. Anyway, I took out Jamie for his part in this, and I said I was now gonna take out his family, I think you count as his family, do you not?

Misty: Do you really think that I’m scared of you, Mark? All you’re doing by threatening Spike and our family is just showing how much of a coward you are.

HS: I couldn't give a rats arse if you're scared or not but shut the hell up, bad enough listening with you and these two stoners on my TV show. I got news for you now. Until that weisel of yours signs a Sin City Wrestling contract, I don't want him anywhere near my shows, so as of now, where ever Sin City Wrestling goes, your old man won't, he's now banned from my arenas, he's band from the crowd, he's banned from even looking at me. Do you know what that means Misty?

Misty: What does it mean? Other than you’re trying to bully Spike into getting what you want.

HS: Good answer but ya wrong lady. It means you're all alone, you're unprotected, you're like a teen on prom night, no protection and a lot of accidents waiting to happen.

Misty steps towards Hot Stuff, showing no fear.

HS: You might wanna back off girl. I got too much power around here for you to even think you can make a dent on me, and besides, I've done some seriously dispicable things in the past, I got no problem putting a boot down your throat, leave ya little kiddies without a mommy or a daddy.

Misty pulls her hand back and slaps Hot Stuff across the face but Kittie sneaks in the ring behind her. The fans watch in awe as Kittie stalks behind Misty. She looks away, and beats herself upside her head, clinching her teeth. She paces for a second, all while Hot Stuff tries to pay her no attention. Kittie picks up one of the surf boards, and before she realizes it, she smacks it hard across the back of Misty’s head! The crowd instantly boos as Kittie rolls Misty over, mounting her, and laying in disastrous punch after punch. She screams loudly in anger as she presses her hands around Misty’s neck, choking her half to death.

HS: You only have your fiancee to blame for this Misty, no one else but Spike.

Kittie gets a smile on her face as she goads Misty, begging her to do something about it all while her hands are firmly around Misty’s neck. Hot Stuff grins widely as he kneels down next to Misty, microphone firmly in place.

HS: If only that silly son of a bitch listened, you wouldn't be feeling this Misty.

The crowd starts off with a low cheer that turns into an almost deafening roar as Spike Staggs comes running down the ramp at lightening speed. He dashes under the ropes, and Kittie sees him instantly. She backs up, but Spike’s main target is Hot Stuff. He grabs him by the back of the neck, and bangs his head against the shack post. As he rebounds, Spike swings him against the ropes, and bounces off of the opposite end, leaping in the air to tackle and mouth Hot Stuff. Kittie rolls out of the ring quietly, eying the situation inside of the ring before slowly going to the back. Meanwhile, Spike picks up a microphone.

Spike: THIS ONE IS FOR MY BROTHER!

He lays in a hard punch to Hot Stuff’s head before raising the mic back to his lips.

Spike: AND THIS ONE IS FOR MY FIANCEE!

He lays in another hard punch before he raises the mic once more to his lips.

Spike: AND THE REST… are for ME!

Spike lays in a few more good hits before looking over to Misty. He instantly rolls off of Hot Stuff and over to her where he tends to her, making sure she is okay. She nods her head, wincing a bit as she slowly gets up with Spike’s help. She dusts the sand from herself as Spike leans over for a deep kiss. They both notice Hot Stuff is slowly getting up now, wobbling to his feet. Spike looks at Misty who gently assists in tossing Spike into the far ropes. She quickly moves out of the way as Spike spears Hot Stuff through the surfer shack!

Adams: Holy crapamoly! Those guns are real

Simone: This is going too far now

Adams: Hot Stuff said he always get what he wants, but at gun point?

Simone: I wouldn't put it past him

On a large screen the cameras switch from focusing ring side with Belinda Simone and Jason Adams to the parking lot with head referee Jasmine St. John who is doing her best to keep Angelica and Raynin from tearing each other a part as she waits for the go ahead to start the match. In the ring Justin Decent is standing and makes the announcement for the upcoming match.

Justin Decent: "Ladies and Gentleman up first from St. Louis, MO standing 5'11 weighing in at 155lbs we have...

ANGELICA!!!!!"

The crowd breaks into a mix reaction of boos and cheers for the bombshell before Justin continues

Justin Decent: "And her opponent from Austin, Texas standing 5'9" and weighing in at 145lbs is...

RAYNIN!!!!"

VS.
BOMBSHELLS MATCH - PARKING LOT BRAWL

DING-DING-DING!!!

The SCW crowd breaks into a sea of cheers for the bombshell Raynin, who is currently still wearing her signature eye patch as Jasmine St. John looks at each of them asking if they are ready. Raynin nods her head and Angelica just charges aiming for a clothesline but Raynin ducks it and starts throwing various karate chops at Angelica as well as punches.

Simone: Raynin showing her martial arts style

Adams: where's Mr Miagi

Raynin steps back and attempts a roundhouse kick, but Angelica ducks it and delivers a vicious clothesline before picking Raynin up and Irish whipping her into the SCW semi-truck, following up with a brutal DDT onto the ground. Angelica bends over and starts yelling at Raynin talking trash and is quickly shut up by a ruthless chop to the throat from Raynin. Raynin follows it up with a kip up before.

Simone: Raynin looking impressive

Raynin jumps right into Angelica's face and starts slamming fists to her head, and Angelica starts doing the same until Raynin gets the upper hand with a European Uppercut and follows it up with a kavat headlock and starts kneeing Angelica in the face before spinning around holding onto Angelica's head and slamming it into the semi truck trailer used to transport SCW's ring and other gear.

Adams: Hot Stuff's gonna be pissed if he needs to replace that truck

After having her head slammed twice into the trailer Angelica blocks the third attempt and elbows Raynin in the face, and turns around following up with a suplex onto the hard concrete, knocking the wind out of both of them. Jasmine St. John kneels down to check on the both of them before stepping back as they both slowly start pulling themselves onto their feet, and Angelica grabs Raynins hair and slams her forehead first down onto the cement before grabbing Raynins arm and locking in a triangle choke hold. Using her strength, Raynin lifts Angelica up and slams her down hard trying to get loose. Angelica screams out, and loosens her grip, but doesn't release her hold on Raynin.

Simone: Angelica holding on to the hold

Adams: I bet she's good on a mechanical bull

Raynin powers up, lifting Angelica and power-bombs her down to the ground again and is finally set free, stumbling back against the truck as she rubs her neck and shakes her arm a bit. Angelica is rolling around holding her back and is quickly mounted by Raynin, as she locks in a camel clutch submission, ripping back on Angelica's neck and applying a large amount of pressure to her back. Angelica starts screaming in agony from the submission but refuses to give up. Raynin lets go of the hold and puts a well place elbow drop into the small of Angelica's back before rolling her over and hooking a leg for the pin. Jasmine drops down and initiates the count.

1...
2...

Kick-out...

Raynin grabs a hold of Angelica and goes to pull her up to her feet, and gets two fingers to the eyes and stumbles backward as Angelica gets her footing and charges with a spear, folding Raynin in half as her head contacts the trailer. Angelica pulls Raynin out a ways and starts walking over to the back of the semi truck and climbs up in-between the trailer and truck, and starts climbing the ladder up the trailer and crawls onto the top exhausted, sitting on her knees for a few moments. She finally stands up and goes to jump off the trailer down onto Raynin only to see Raynin had moved. Angelica lets out a banshee like scream and starts looking around the sides of the trailer.

Adams: Last time I heard a scream like that, I was watching Supernatural!

Angelica walks down to the end of the trailer to the open doors and sees two hands holding onto the top and Raynin, using her agility and flexibility, flips her body up and connects with a vicious kick to the midsection. Raynin stands up turns around and connects with a back flip kick knocking Angelica down onto the roof of the trailer. Without missing a beat Raynin follows up kneeling over Angelica, lifting her head up and delivering several punches, before headbutting her. Raynin stands up and pulls Angelica up with her, before sending her flying off the roof of the trailer with a dropkick. On one side of the trailer Angelica goes flying off and crashes down onto the lid of a dumpster and on the other side Raynin is holding onto the top of the trailer by her finger tips.

Simone: Trash is meant to go in the dumpster, not on top

Adams: Meow!

Raynin pulls herself up and runs and leaps off the trailer into a leg drop attempt on Angelica, but at the last moment Angelica rolls off the dumpster lid, sending Raynin crashing through it. Angelica pulls herself up with the assistance of the dumpster and grabs Raynin's head under her arm and suplex's her out of the dumpster. Following up with the pin, Jasmine slides over and starts the count.

1...
2...
2 1/2...

Raynin kicks out and rolls over onto her stomach. Angelica, rolls onto her back and both bombshells start to take deep breaths, trying to get the energy up to continue going.

Simone: Whoever gets their ass off the floor first will take a huge advantage

Angelica forces herself to sit up, as Raynin pulls herself up onto her hands and knees, and looks up as Angelica is now starting to get onto her feet. Not wasting any more time, Raynin charges Angelica and lifts her up and runs full speed and spinebusters her onto the hood of a beat up looking car. She climbs up onto the hood, and goes for the pin.

1....
2......
2.999......

Adams: That was a heartbeat away from being over, a very fast heartbeat

Angelica gets her shoulder up just barely before Jasmine's hand slaps down for the third time and Raynin is shocked as she looks from Angelica to Jasmine, and Jasmine shakes her head no. Raynin slams both fists down on the car hood and rips the eye patch off and does her best to wrap it around Angelica's throat, choking her and causing Angelica to fret and grasp at frantically with her hands as her legs are flaying around.

Adams: Gotta love a woman who can move her legs like that. My wife does!

Raynin finally lets go of the choke hold and pulls the eye patch on over her head and pulls it down around her own neck. Angelica spins around on the hood of the car and kicks Raynin in the gut, doubling her over, before attempting the Kiss This, but Raynin reverses it with a power bomb and quickly follows up by climbing up onto a nearby truck and leaps from it with a double foot stomp onto Angelica.

Adams: Raynin just hit her Simply Breathtaking finisher. This match has to be over after that.

Raynin falls down on top of Angelica and hooks her leg again. Jasmine falls down and starts the count.

1....
2....
2.99999999.........

Kick-out....

Simone: What a great match so far

Clearly frustrated now, Raynin starts slamming Angelica's head hard against the ground before picking her up, and dropping Angelica on her head with a snap ddt. She looks up at the truck and lets out a maniacal laugh and pulls herself up onto the roof of the truck and stands for a few seconds, to catch her breath, before jumping off the roof as high as she can and performs a shooting star press crashing down on Angelica hard. Jasmine drops down and starts her count again.

1...
2...
3...

Justin: Here is your winner … Raynin!

Jasmine signals for the bell, and it can be heard ringing inside the Centenial Hills Community Center as Nickleback's Because of You starts playing through the speakers. Paramedics quickly arrive on the scene to check up on the two bombshells, to make sure they are OK as the scene cuts back to Belinda Simone and Jason Adams.

Simone: These two ladies are a credit to their division

Adams: Raynin picks up the win, but an amazing match between these two bombshells

Simone: We need to go to another part backstage, we hear something else is happening.

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Police escort Spike Staggs towards a police van, his hands cuffed behind his back, Misty follows, yelling at the police. As the police get to the van, the figure of Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen leaning against it. He puts a hand up, stopping the police for a few seconds, and looks towards Misty.

HS: You need to piss off and get ready for your main event.

Misty: But...

HS: No showing that means no title for you, no title for you means starting at the bottom, wrestling in mud matches and things like that, so hit the bricks.

Spike looks at Misty and nods, Misty back off. Hot Stuff moves closer to Spike.

HS: See, now if only you woulda got a little smarter Spike, if only you had two brain cells in that head of yours that actually work. See, if you woulda actually signed that contract when I offered it to you, all this woulda been fine. Your missus there wouldn't have got her arse kicked by Kittie, your brother wouldn't have took the beating he did, you see Spike when it comes down to it, it's all your fault

Spike grits his teeth as he looks dead into Hot Stuff’s eyes as if they could shoot daggers

Spike: Just because I won’t sign that contract of yours, it doesn’t mean it’s my fault you coward! I have a family to tend to, but you don’t understand what that’s like, and you never will with your wannabe playboy lifestyle…

HS: Nothing wannabe about it sunshine, but be that as it may Spike, your own stupidity by attacking me, when you don't have the right to be here has now bit ya in the arse. You're a fan, nothing more, and if a fan jumped over that rail and attacked someone, their arse will be carted off to jail too.

Spike: I had to protect what is mine to protect, regardless of the consequences, and I will continue to do so. You can arrest me every other week, but I will just come back the next show, and I will fend off anything you throw at any of my loved ones.

Hot Stuff smiles

HS: Spike, ramble on all you want, but now, I'm gonna cut right down to the bone. This is not the first time you've been wearing those metal bracelets. You attacked me in front of thousands of witnesses there, we got the video to show that. Now I know you've probably pissed away all ya money on Thomas The Tank Engine trains for those bastard kids of yours.... think I can use that term, no wedding ring on your finger, and I have seriously high priced lawyers that would get your punk arse off the streets for about four or five years for that assault. You know what that leaves you right? That leaves your fiancee, and your brother tied down to contracts with me, iron clad ones they can not get out of, that leaves your kids without a daddy, while mommy humps JT Underwood... telling me you didn't see the way those two were looking at each other when she told him about the match they have tonight?

Spike: F*** you. I’m gonna rip out your throat you sonuvab*tch…

HS: Well, for the next few years, you won't know, will ya?

Hot Stuff smirks

HS: They're in my control now mate. My control, everything that happens to Misty, to Jamie, it's on your head now. You can make this all go away though Spike.

Hot Stuff reaches in to his back pocket and pulls out a sheet of paper.

HS: Your new contract Spike. Ok, it's not the life of luxury I offered before because well, you don't deserve that anymore but let's think about it. You're banned from my arenas, you'll be going to prison where some big dude called Bubba will make you his bitch, your kids will be wondering when Daddy is coming home and who the strange man is in mommy's bed. Your fiancée and brother will become a laughing stock to people all over the states, or you can stop being a selfish bitch, spare them all from the hell I will give them, and sign the deal. I'll drop the charges and you will prove to the people closest to you that Spike Staggs is not the selfish son of a bitch he seems.

He gently slips the folded contract into Spike’s back pocket, flashing him a smile before cracking him over the head with a hard fist, then he shoves him into the van, all while the police officers act as if nothing is going on. He bangs his head against the side a few times for good measure as Spike squirms around, trying to defend himself. Hot Stuff slowly backs away, keeping his eyes on Spike the entire time.

HS: Think about it mate.

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Adams: It’s time for the main event, and this one is going to go all the way! I like going all the way.

Simone: Ugh. It’s a first thus far here in Sin City Wrestling, a mixed tag team match! And to make things even more exciting, the men’s champion and the women’s champions will be on opposing teams with the number one challengers as partners!

Adams: The only thing that would have made this even better is if the titles would have been on the line. Say, why weren’t the championships up for grabs?

Simone: Whoever booked this one obviously dropped the ball with that one. Let’s go to the ring!

Justin: The following contest is our main event here at Climax Control! It is a Mixed Tag Team match, scheduled for one fall! In this match, the Bombshells are only allowed to wrestle the Bombshells, and the men are only allowed to wrestle against the men.

There are scattered boos from the audience.

Simone: Well what do these barbarians want? Here in SCW, there is no male on female matches permitted!

Justin: Introducing first! She hails from Henderson, Nevada, weighing 120 pounds, she is the number one challenger to the Bombshell Championship -- 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 who goes out of their way to shout and cat call toward her.

Justin: Her tag team partner is from Parts Unknown, weighing 230 pounds, he is the current reigning SCW Heavyweight champion -- Gabriel!

The opening chords to Nirvana’s “Come As You Are” starts to blast through the speakers, as the lights drop down. Flashing purple and blue lights flicker through the darkness as the words “You will believe…” covers the big screen. Smoke appears in the ring as the words on the screen changes to “… what I make you believe”. A flash of bright light jumps up from the middle of the ring, and Gabriel is seen standing already in the ring amongst the smoke and lights, wearing black leather pants and a black leather waistcoat, a long chain hanging from his neck, with a huge medallion with the letter G in a circle. He steps back, leaning back against the ropes, looking around the fans with an unfazed look across his face as he removes his jacket and lifting the heavy chain over his neck and hands it to the referee as the music stops.

Simone: Many are saying this team has more in common than the pairing of Misty and JT.

Adams: Sure! Whether it's Kittie or Despayre, Gabriel has a partner who has a few screws loose above the neck.

Simone: Pot, meet kettle. But in a sense, you're right. Gabriel is used to a tag team partner who has ... mental issues, so this won't be a stretch for him.

Justin: Introducing their opponents! First from Orlando, Florida, weighing 225 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 introduction of his partner for this evening.

Justin: His tag team partner hails from Chicago, Illinois, weighing 130 pounds, she is the current reigning SCW Bombshell champion -- 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 turns to her partner, JT, as head referee Jasmine calls all four to the center of the ring.

Simone: As we stated before, the men can not wrestle the women so now we'll find out who'll start the match.

Adams: Be interesting to see if whoever starts even bothers to tag out to their partner. I mean, the men want to settle things between them and so do the gals, so why would they?

Simone: Interesting point, but we'll just have to wait and see.

Jasmine has a quarter in hand and tells Kittie too call it to see which gender begins the match. Jasmine tosses the coin in the air and Kittie calls out 'heads' but as jasmine shows, it's tails so the men begin things. The teams retreat to their corners and Kittie and Gabriel whisper to one another as she steps out to the apron, while Misty and JT give the other a high-five and Misty steps outside. Gabriel and JT turn to face one another and Jasmine calls for the bell!

VS.
MIXED TAG TEAM - MAIN EVENT

DING-DING-DING!!!

Gabriel turns around and is taken by surprise by JT who immediately vaults across the ring and strikes with a high cross body!

1.....
2.....Gabriel kicks out!

Adams: Wow! JT almost took the champ by complete surprise to end this in seconds!

Simone: And how embarassing would that have been?

JT is right on Gabriel as he drags him to his feet. he goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Gabriel holds on and reverses it. JT rebounds off the far side and Gabriel attempts a round house kick but JT ducks under the blow and comes off the ropes. Gabriel tries for a hiptoss but JT counters it into a standing monkey flip but Gabriel lands on his feet. Gabriel grabs him and goes to throw him into the ropes but JT reverses it and sends him in. JT goes for a backdrop but Gabriel turns around and uses the move to land on his feet behind JT. JT turns around and both men go for dropkicks and both hit the mat. Both champion and number one challenger kip up and face off to the applause of both the audience and their partners.

Adams: What a display put on right there!

The fans cheer as Gabriel and JT acknowledge one another and then reach out to their corners and tag in their partners.

Adams: And here come the ladeeez!

Misty and Kittie hop into the ring and their partners take their places out in their corners. The two Bombshells circle the ring before locking up. Kittie ensnares the champion in a side headlock and grinds the hold in, clenching her teeth in strain. Mity tries to throw her off of the ropes but Kittie hangs on with a handful of hair and pulls her back into the headlock. Misty shrieks from the hairpull but Kittie denies any wrong doing to Jasmine who questions her.

Simone: She couldn't see that when the entire arena did?

Adams: I think poor eye sight is in the liscensing contracts for any wrestling referee.

Misty tries powering out but the determined Kittie bulls her back into the near corner and starts laying in the forearms to the sternum. Kittie then Irish whips her into the ropes but Misty baseball slides right through he rlegs and whatever maneuver she was going to attempt. Kittie turns around and Misty sweeps her legs out from under her and falls back into a catapult, throwing Kittie over. Misty holds on and rolls back, turning it into a Boston crab.

Simone: Nice chain wrestling there by the champion.

Adams: Well, it's the reason why she has the gold around her waist.

Kittie yells out, pounding the mat in pain and anger as Gabriel shouts encouragment from the corner. Kittie props herself up on her forearms and uses her leg strength to throw Misty over and kittie kneels on her shoulders.

1.....
2..... Misty uses her legs to roll Kittie back in a sunset flip.

1.....
2..... Kittie rolls backwards and folds Misty in a jacknife cover.

1.....
2..... Misty throws her off and then hits her with a dropkick as she's returning to her feet. Misty runs off of the ropes and connects with a second dropkick, then rebounds yet again and nails a lariat right into the throat! Kittie goes down and Misty makes the cover!

1.....
2..... Kittie kicks out!

Adams: Dayyyyummm! These two Bombshells aren't wasting any time going for the cover!

Misty pulls her up with two handfuls of Kittie's long hair and throws her over with a snapmare by the hair and Kittie is right by her corner and tags out to Gabriel. The Heavyweight champion vaults up onto the top rope and sails off, connecting with a missle dropkick onto JT who charges into the ring at the first tag! Gabriel pulls him to his feet and strikes with a European uppercut,, knocking JT back into the corner. Gabriel shoots him right into the neutral corner and charges in, hitting a Stinger splash! JT staggers out of the corner and Gabriel hooks him up and over with a head and arm suplex! Gabriel makes the cover and hooks the leg.

1.....
2..... JT gets a shoulder up.

Before JT can recover, Gabriel drops right down onto him and lays in the fists to the side of his head.

Adams: Gabriel is on fire!

Simone: He wants to prove to JT just who the top man is here in Sin City Wrestling. And he’s not afraid to get rough in order to do it!

Gabriel grabs him and hauls JT to his feet and sends him into the ropes and goes for a dropkick but JT holds on and Gabriel crashes! JT dives and grabs his legs, somersaulting over into a cradle.

1…..
2….. Gabriel bridges up and off of his back.

Simone: Nice power display there by the champion!

Both men are up, and Gabriel twists around and brings JT down with a backslide.

1…..
2….. JT kicks out.

Both return to their feet and Gabriel swings at him but JT ducks. Gabriel’s momentum spins him around and JT jumps up, hooks his feet under Gabriel’s arms and rolls him backwards and arches over his bent body.

1…..
2…..Gabriel kicks out.

Gabriel scrambles to his feet and JT lays in a knife-edge chop to the chest that sends the champion falling back into the ropes, holding his stinging chest. JT grabs him by the hair and drives his face into the corner before sending him into the far corner and charging in, nailing Gabriel with a clothesline. Quickly JT scoops Gabriel up and sits him on the top turnbuckle. JT backs up and then runs in and up the corner, grabbing the champion and bringing him off with a high-angle toss! Gabriel crashes hard and JT makes the cover!

1…..
2…..
3-No! Gabriel gets a shoulder up!

Adams: Oh that was too close!

Kittie is screeching, holding her hand out for the tag! Gabriel rolls over and reaches but JT grabs him and drags him back away from the corner.

Simone: It would appear JT has Gabriel in some trouble.

JT has Gabriel on the mat, standing over him. He secures an arm into an armbar, one leg over his head and the other weaved through his legs. He pulls Gabriel up and has him locked in the Japanese Octopus stretch!

Adams: Ohhh! I haven’t seen this hold used very often in some time!

Simone: You rarely see male wrestlers use it period! JT is throwing out all wrestling stops to get this notch on his belt!

Jasmine leans in to ask if Gabriel wants to give it in but the champion adamantly refuses. He struggles to power out until he manages to throw JT’s leg from his head and heaves him over with a hiptoss. Gabriel turns to try for the tag but JT is right back up and he locks in the sleeper!

Adams: He might have it! If he can put out Gabriel’s light…

Gabriel flays his arms and turns into the hold, then lifts JT up and over and brings him crashing down with a belly to back suplex, right on the back of his head! Both men are down and Jasmine stands over them, issuing her mandatory count!

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JT rolls over and Misty reaches in and tags herself back into the match!

Adams: And the Bombshells are back into this!

Kittie charges right in to greet Misty and swings wildly but Misty ducks under and behind her, then brings her over in a bridging German suplex!

1…..
2….. Kittie kicks out!

Misty grabs her and goes to send her into her own corner but Kittie reverses it and comes right in with a dropkick that fells the Bombshell champion! Kittie pulls her right up and Irish whips her into the ropes and catches her with a spinning bulldog that plants her face-first into the canvas!

Simone: Hey I think that’s a move that her new buddy Despayre patented.

Adams: Maybe she got a few tips from Angel during that tea party of theirs.

Misty holds her head and rolls onto her back and Kittie makes the cover, hooking both legs.

1…..
2….. Misty gets a shoulder up.

Kittie wastes no time, not paying any mind to the referee as she grabs Misty by the legs and goes for the Sharpshooter but Misty can see it coming and she immediately gets to the ropes and grabs hold of the bottom strand.

Simone: Smart ring positioning there by Misty. That’s where wrestling a friend can be an advantage. She had that hold scouted.

Kittie stomps down onto her back and delivers a wicked headbutt into the back of the champion’s noggin’.

Adams: Did he just type noggin’?

Simone: Did who type noggin’? What the hell are you talking about?

Kittie pulls Misty up to her feet and whips her into the ropes for a big boot, but on the rebound Misty grabs her foot, blocking the move.

Adams: Uhhh ohh!

Kittie swings at her but can’t reach her, and Misty spins her around by the foot, grabs her in a rear waistlock, lifts her up and drops her right on her tailbone.

Adams: Think Mark or Christian can provide a donut pillow for the trip home?

Kittie staggers to her feet, bowel-legged, her face contorting in pain, and Misty runs up from behind and hits a bulldog. She rolls Kittie onto her back and covers her, hooking the leg.

1…..
2….. Kittie kicks out.

Misty is right on her and pulls her up, then picks her up and deposits her on the top of the corner. Misty then jumps and hits her with a dropkick that sends Kittie toppling to the floor! Gabriel drops down from his corner and hurries over to check on Kittie, but Jasmine orders him back to his corner. Seeing Kittie is getting back up, Gabriel complies. Kittie slowly regains her footing and Misty dashes across the ring and sails through the ropes, but Kittie moves at the last split second and Misty crashes, striking the steel guardrail!

Adams: Oh good grief! Is she okay!?

Simone: She hit her head right on the guardrail! She might have knocked herself out!

Kittie looks down at Misty, a mask of concern on her facial features. She starts toward her, hen stops. She bites her forefinger before moving forward and grabs Misty by her hair. Sshe pries her off of the ringside floor and rolls her back into the ring, following in after her. Kittie then pulls her up into position for a vertical suplex, but cradles her leg in her arm. She brings her up and over in the cradle suplex and bridges her back, keeping the leg hooked.

Adams: Kat’s Cradle!

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2…..
3!

Justin: Here are your winners … Kittie and Gabriel!

Adams: Kittie did it. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am! Kittie just pinned the SCW Bombshell champion!

Simone: But at what cost? Misty’s hurt!

Gabriel himself looks concerned as he climbs from the ring to where Kittie has rolled out to. JY is on his hands and knees at Misty’s side, and Spike Staggs comes charging out from the back and he slides inside of the ring to check on his wife!

Simone: Thank god Misty is alert now but they’re not letting her move. Here come the paramedics.

Two men and a woman in paramedic uniforms comes to the ring with a gurney to check on Misty as Kittie walks around to the time keeper’s table…

Adams: Wait, what’s she doing?

Kittie reaches over to the table and grabs the Bombshell championship belt.

Simone: Hey put that back! That does not belong to her!

Kittie holds the belt up in the air, then lowers it, clutching it tightly against her waist.

Adams: I think Kittie is misunderstanding things here. The title was not on the line but she thinks she won the belt!

Kittie holds the title up a second time as she backs away from the ring, keeping an eye on the proceedings in the ring as Gabriel exits along with her.

Simone: And Gabriel doesn’t seem to be trying to straighten her out over the fact either.

Adams: Damn, it's that time again!

Simone: It is Jason, we're out of time tonight, but check back in a couple of weeks for another Climax control!

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