The Riverside Hotel and Casino in Laughlin, Nevada is alive with energy as the fans of Sin City Wrestling stand and cheer, holding up signs for their favorite SCW superstars and Bombshells while the cameras pass along them, recording and airing them for those watching at home on their televisions.
"SCW!"
Justin Decent, announcer for Sin City Wrestling, stands up with the house microphone raised to his lips and he starts to speak;
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Hostess of "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd watching cheers as the ever-outgoing Amanda Hugginkiss prances to the top of the stage, bearing a mini-dress covered with Ken dolls. She whips out an umbrella and pops it open, revealing that it too, is lined with Barbie's on-again/off-again. The music begins, as does Amanda's 'performance'.
Amanda: Hi - Hi! We're your Weather Girls - Ah-huh -
Humidity is rising - Barometer's getting low
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too
I feel stormy weather / Moving in about to begin
God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too
Humidity is rising - Barometer's getting low
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
And have we got news for you - You better listen!
Get ready, all you lonely girls
And leave those umbrellas at home. - Alright! -
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men.
I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet!
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Every Specimen!
Tall, blonde, dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean
She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do
She taught every angel to rearrange the sky
So that each and every woman could find her perfect guy
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Ame---------nnnn!
Hear the thunder / Don't you lose your head
Rip off the roof and stay in bed
She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do
She taught every angel to rearrange the sky
So that each and every woman could find her perfect guy
It's Raining Men! Yeah!
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men.
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men!
The song fades and the fans applaud as Amanda moves about the stage, blowing kisses to all corners of the building.
Simone: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Sin City Wrestling's Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone
Adams: And I'm Jason Adams!
Simone: Tonight we have an action packed show lined up for you.
Adams: The first round of the lethal lottery tag tournament starts tonight.
Simone: Also, a huge announcement from the staff about our next Supercard, being held in two weeks time
Adams: Plus, we have a main event of Gabriel, defending the Heavyweight Championship against Number one contender, JT Underwood.
Simone: And news of a special auction, allowing a debut at the supercard
Adams: Money can buy you anything... except a dinosaur!
Simone: Anyway...
The lights start to dim Adams: Let's get this thing started!
The show has opened up when suddenly Darkside hits on the sound system and the clip of the Gothminister hits as smoke appears through the arena.
Simone: What the??
Adams: Who is this??? I know the music from watching Shane in the AWA.... no way...
SIGN YOUR NAME can be heard throughout the arena when suddenly a figure walks out to the arena as it gets the people restless.
Adams: I know this guy!!!! It's...
Simone: It can’t be!!!! He was retired!!! NOT HIM!!!!
The figure is wearing an Armani suit and has white facepaint on his face. He stares at the crowd as he is grinning from ear to ear as he acknowledges them before running his thumb across his throat. Giving a sign to cut his music before he starts to talk.
Figure: I do not need need to introduce myself to you all, you know exactly who I am and I could give a rats ass what you think of me. I do know one thing that you know that I’m the absolute best in the world and I am here for one reason and one reason only…. And you know something?? I know for a fact that Synn doesn’t like me to be here in the first place…
The crowd can be heard doing a Goth chant as most of them are booing the figure.
Goth: Oh yes, you do remember the greatest mastermind of wrestling? The greatest wrestler? And the greatest of all time, he is here for one man and one man only. And you all know who I want… who knows, I may be coming for you very soon punk….
With that Gothministers Darkside hits again as the shocking debut of Goth has come to a realisation of the fans of Sin City Wrestling
Simone: Oh my goodness, I watched some Asylum Wrestling Alliance a year or so ago, I know who he is talking about!! This ain’t good!!!
Adams: He wants Despayre!!!! The Sins battled this guy in the AWA, he was the boss of the AWA, hell he IS the boss of the AWA! Gabriel and Despayre was a thorn in his side there before moving on.
Simone: It looks like Goth has come back to the ring to once again antagonize Despayre. Goth has invaded Vegas!
Adams: I can't imagine what the little guy is thinking right now.
"All I do is Win" fades out as Old Skool starts bouncing around in the ring waiting for his opponent. Justin Decent: "Ladies and Gentleman it is time for our opening match. In the ring standing 5'7" and weighing in at 189lbs he hails from Chicago, IL, he is
As 'Money in the Bank' comes over the pa system and Virgil makes his way out from behind the curtain, arms raises to his side as he nods his head. Virgil walks over to the top of the ramp and raises his arms higher up to the air and lifts his index fingers and middle fingers to form V signs on both hands. Virgil continues down the ramp with his arms up until he reaches the half way point of the ramp where he lowers his arms again. Virgil continues down the rest of the ramp and slides under the bottom rope into the ring, Virgil gets to his feet and walks over to the far right turnbuckle and mounts it half way. Virgil slowly raises his arms and raises his index and middle fingers again to form the V sign as he holds the pose for a few seconds. Justin Decent: "And his opponent from Bombay Michigan, standing 6'1" weighing 240lbs he is
OLD SKOOL!!!!!
VIRGIL!!!!!
vs 
Singles Match
DING-DING-DING!!!
Virgil charges Old Skool and levels him with a thezs press and starts laying punches into him as he holds Old Skools head with his other hand. After about six punches Virgil picks Skool up and Irish whips him into the middle turnbuckle and charges in, but is stopped by Old Skool who jumped to the middle turnbuckle and leapt off with a clothesline, knocking Virgil to the mat.
Simone: Old Skool with a great reversal
Virgil quickly leaps back to his feet as Old Skool rolls through the clothesline back to his feet and connects with a dropkick as Virgil charges him. Old Skool starts to taunt, pandering to the crowd as Virgil rolls to his knees and smacks the mat in frustration before quickly getting up and charging Old Skool with a vicious clothesline.
Adams: I hope this place has a dental plan, because Old Skool will need an appointment
Virgil picks up Old Skool and connects with a snap Suplex and goes for a pin.
1…
2…
Kickout
Simone: Close call there
Old Skool head butts Virgil and rolls him up for a quick pin. Adams: It's over!
1…
2…
Kickout from Virgil. Virgil and Old Skool both back to their feet start trading punches and Old Skool ducks under one of Virgils punches and drops Virgil with a neck breaker. Old Skool follows it up quickly climbing a nearby turnbuckle and flies from the top with a flying elbow drop and hooks Virgils inside leg for as he goes for a pin.
1…
2…
Kickout again by Virgil as he rolls away from Old Skool out of the ring to collect himself and shake the cob webs. Old Skool jumps back up to the top turnbuckle nearest Virgil and jumps with a flying crossbody and sends both men crashing to the floor. Inside the ring ref Drew Patton starts his count.
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2…
3…
Old Skool pulls himself up using the railing and grabs Virgil and rolls him into the and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. Quickly climbing onto the turnbuckle Old Skool leaps off with his Fly Guy Finisher connecting with a elbow to the back of Virgil. Skool quickly follows it up with the After Skool Special locking the submission in dead center of the ring as Virgil tries desperately to get to the ropes but is forced to tap out and Patton calls for the bell, ending the match.
Justin Decent "Your winner by submission.....Old Skool!!!!
Simone: Impressive debut for Old Skool
Adams: SCW is full of talent, but this guy can rise to the top in time
The camera shows the backstage area where one of the two co-owners of Sin City Wrestling, Christian Underwood, is standing beside resident reporter, Miss Rocky Mountains. Christian is wearing a simple, creme colored business suit, and his long hair is pulled back into a tail as he stands poised, his hands clasped behind his waist.
Miss Rocky speaks into her microphone.
Miss Rocky: Fans, I am standing here with one of the owners of the SCW, Christian Underwood, who has a very special announcement concerning the upcoming holidays, and our next super card, which will be entitled 'December to Dismember'. Christian?
She holds the mic up to him.
Christian: Yes, Miss... Rocky.
He smiles awkwardly.
Christian: This announcement has a great deal to do with not only Christmas for the fans, but a single, very special fan for 'December to Dismember'. You see, Mark and I spoke and we understand times are difficult for a lot of families at this special time of year, especially for the children. So we think we came up with a special solution that will benefit them, and one lucky fan in general. Beginning today, as of right now, Sin City Wrestling has set up a special auction online, where one lucky fan ill win a spot on the next event, which is our holiday spectacular, 'December to Dismember'.
Miss Rocky: So fans will be bidding on this event and whoever wins...?
Christian: Whoever wins, will secure themselves a role in 'December to Dismember'. All proceeds for this special auction will be going to 'Toys For Tots' and providing meals for the families that are unable to otherwise provide them for themselves.
Miss Rocky: A very worthy cause, and an exciting opportunity for one lucky fan! Might we be told just where the fans can go right now to begin the bidding war?
Christian smiles and holds his arms out.
Christian: Miss Rocky, the bidding has already begun! Where else? EBay!
Miss Rocky turns back to look into the camera.
Miss Rocky: There you have it fans! Anybody can enter this worthwhile auction and provide Christmas for those less fortunate! Go to EBay and make your bids generous! Now, back to the action!
Backstage, Jamie Staggs is seen walking down the hallway with a somewhat serious look on his face. He turns a corner, nearly bumping into his tag team partner for the Lethal Lottery Tournament, Rage. Jamie backs up just a step, looking up at Rage, and a smirk spreads across his face.
Jamie: Oh my God, it’s King Kong! Can I have your autograph?
Rage’s face scrunches up into a frown as his eyes narrow at Jamie. He places a hand on Jamie’s shoulder and pushes him aside.
Rage: Look f*cktard, do yourself a favor and stay the hell away from me until the match starts...
Jamie: What match?
Rage’s face nearly drains color as he turns back to face Jamie. He grabs onto his shirt, and lifts him up a few inches, closer to his face. Rather than use caution, Jamie decides now is as good a time as any…
Jamie: Do you mean the Tag Team match in the ring, or the no holds barred match with your ex Electra in the bedroom?
Rage shoves Jamie against the wall, and prepares to lay a fist into Jamie’s face, until he ducks and dashes a few doors down, rushing inside to escape Rage. Rage goes in hot pursuit of Jamie.
Jamie: Come and get me ya big horses ass!Rage: Oh, you’re gonna regret any of this, shit stain!
Rage turns the corner to see Jamie standing inside of the door, doing a series of crotch chops and laughing at Rage. Rage’s eyes widen as he walks through the door, causing a bucket of black goo to drop over his face. Blinded, he takes one more step forward, causing a another wire to snap, and a fan just to his left blows a series of white feathers all over Rage’s face, chest, and shoulders. Jamie laughs as Rage wipes his eyes clean, quickly spotting Jamie. He lunges at him, but the squirrely Jamie dodges, throwing pieces of cracked corn at Rage.
Jamie: Eat up on that, sucka! You just got Dick’d, chicken shit! Hahaha…
Jamie continues baiting Rage as they run out of the locker room in a hurry.
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The feed opens looking down one of the many main streets in the Las Vegas city the bright flashing neon light’s making the darkest of nights seem like broad daylight, expensive cars drive up and down the street as people walk up and down the street laughing talking generally having what seems to be a good time. Its then that we see an older man pushing a rusty old shopping trolley full of what must all that he own a heavily stained mattress is on top rolled up and tied with what looks like a jug chord. The man cloths are also well used his old green army jacket ripped and faded his jeans have a big hole in the left knee his sneakers don’t match one being black the other blue, his scruffy mated grey hair pokes out from under and black beanie his wrinkled old face hidden by his over grown bushy beard. The old man is deep in conversation with himself as he makes his way up the street it’s only when he comes to a darken alleyway the he is interrupted with a sound.
Voice: “pssssssst”.
The elderly man’s head darts around looking for the origin of the voice is only when he sees the glowing end of a cigarette deep within the darkness of the alleyway that he squints trying to see who lurks there, The glow gets brighter before it disappears and a shadowy figure steps forward still hidden in the darkness the figure head remains bowed hidden by a hood as reaches into his pocket he pulls out a crisp hundred dollar bill and places it in the homeless man’s top pocket. The old man looks shocked tear welling up in his eyes the emotion evident in his voice as he speaks.
Old Man: “Thank You, Thank you how can I ever repay you?”
Voice: “There is no debt here a gift from one human being to another without any strings attached”.
Old Man: “Thank you, I won’t forget this”.
The man steps forward into the light for the very first time he has on a plain black hoody with the hood up hiding his face a blue denim sleeveless vest over it, a pair of faded blue jeans and black army boots polished to an almost mirror finish. The figure takes a long drag on his smoke before flicking to his feet and crushing it with his boot as he slowly raises his head he removes his hood to reveal his face for the first time. His long black shoulder length hair is greasy and dirty his cold steely blue eyes look out at the man but the most disturbing thing about the man’s face is the scar on his forehead that has been crudely engraved into his skin the symbol known the world over as Anarchy.
The old man face has now turned from one of joy to fear at the man who is standing before him unsure of what this man intentions are as if on instinct he takes a few steps back as the man lowers his head once more and begins to talk in his slow raspy voice.
JC BloodStone: “I can only hope that you will pass on this kindness to those who find themselves in the same position you are, people like you are the picture perfect poster of what has become of society in these the darkest days reliant on the almighty dollar casting aside people like you and me labelling us “failures” because we don’t buy into the greed the drives the greater majority men like you and me, we are now the minority we care about our fellow man we would give the cloths of our backs to help those around us but here in this city of sin I smell nothing but the stench of society slowing decaying and being sucked down the toilet by the rich elite in this world”.
By this time the old man has slowly back away from BloodStone unsure what to make of the man, JC’s face turns to that of one of contempt as he spits on the ground of the Las Vegas strip and begins to cackle wildly to himself. The old man’s movement away from JC now quickens as JC’s looks at him his fist now clinched his knuckles turning white his hands shaking as he once again speaks in his raspy voice.
JC BloodStone: “You see another example of this society I show this man good will and he shows his true self, your words mean nothing you’re just like the rest of them take what you can and leave like a thief in the night because you are ruled by your greed. I like to give people the chance to have their eyes opened to the truth some can be lead to it with words others have to be made to suffer for their enlightenment you it seems are the later of these two”.
JC steps forward towards the man who quickly turns and runs leaving the shopping trolley full of every last thing he owns, JC gets a sick smile across his face as he pushes the trolley over spilling its contents onto the road he sniggers to himself for a moment before reaching into his pocket for another smoke. JC places it in his mouth and lights it taking a long drag he exhales as a light drizzle begins to fall from the sky he bows his head and once again begins to speak.
JC BloodStone: “Sin City the day of your reckoning is here you will atone for your complicate evolvement in the continued demise of humanity. This Company is the crown jewel of the greed and corruption but soon you will all have your eyes open and have to face the cold stark reality the survival is all we need in this world things like the million dollar homes the fancy cars just tools used by the elite rulers to blind you to the truth and reality that your world is crumbling, you have a choice continue down the path of self-destruction or reach out and grab the hand the will ultimately be your savoir and rise from the ashes like phoenix and embrace who you really are”.
JC takes a deep breath rubbing his chin his cold blue eyes dart over towards the camera locking onto it he speaks once more.
JC BloodStone: “The days the hours the minutes tick by until the day I stand before you, I suggest you all take a step back and look yourselves in the mirror and ask yourselves the hard question the ones that you have always avoid for the fear of the answers, ask yourself what have you contributed to society have you done anything to help your fellow man or have you just blindly walked thru the vast desert that is this generation with your blinders on like so many. The moment is coming when I will show myself and ask you face to face and you had better be ready to answer me”.
With those final words JC slowly slinks back into the darkness of the alleyway.
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Erik Black is seen waiting in the ring
Justin Decent: “Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is a lethal lottery match, Standing to my right, please welcome, Erik Black! His partner coming to the ring 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 their opponents, introducing first, coming to the ring from parts unknown, standing at 6’8” and weighing 300lbs he is….
"RAGE!!!”
The whole arena goes completely black. A few seconds later, huge pyros go off suddenly as Slow Chemical by Finger Eleven starts to play. A few seconds into the music Rage appears from behind backstage and stands at the top of the ramp for a few seconds before he starts walking to the ring. As he is walking to the ring, the crowd overpowers Rage’s music, but he doesn’t seem to care as he has a sick smile on his face, showing nothing but evil intentions for his opponent. He enters the ring and stands in the center, waiting for his opponent to arrive.
Justin Decent: “And his partner, coming to the ring from St Louis, MO, standing at 6’4” and weighing 245lbs he is….
"JAMIE STAGGS!!!”
"Party Hard" by Andrew W.K. blasts through the speakers, causing the crowd to go into a frenzy. Wasting no time, Jamie shoves his way through the curtains. He raises his arms in the air, pumping up the fans before jogging sideways to the left side of the crowd. He leans back to get a shot with the fans cheering behind him, some pat him on the back. He then dashes over to the other side, slapping hands as hard as possible before jogging down the entrance ramp. He rushes up to the cameraman and purposely bangs his head against the lense before quickly working his way around the ring, playing around with the crowd. He darts up the ring steps, posing before entering the ring, and running all around the ring with airplane arms before stopping in the middle of the ring with one last pose.
Vs.
LETHAL LOTTERY TAG MATCH
DING-DING-DING!!!
Rage cracks his knuckles and steps in to Erik Black. Rage swings a right hand but Black ducks and moves behind Rage. Rage spins around and nails Black quickly with a huge shot to the side of the head. Black stumbles backwards and leans against the ropes but Rage puts a huge hand around his throat and starts to hit him repeatedly in the face. Rage steps back and grabs Black, tossing him in to the corner. Rage charges at him and catches Black with an elbow under the chin. Black stumbles out and Rage grabs him by the head, just slamming him face down on to the canvas. Rage walks around in, kicking Black in the back of the head. Rage picks Black to his feet and throws him in to his own corner, urging him to tag in Maoi. Maoi puts his hand out and tags in to the ring. Before he can get in to the ring, Rage pulls him over the top rope, with a huge slingshot. Maoi crashes to the mat hard, but Rage wastes no time picking Maoi to his feet and hitting him under the chin with a huge uppercut
Simone: Rage is taking both Black and Maoi
Adams: He's an angry young man
Simone: Thanks Captain Obvious
Adams: You're Welcome Major Payne
Rage raises Maoi to his feet and puts him in a front facelock. Rage grabs hold of Maoi's tights and lifts him up and over, nailing him with a suplex. Rage quickly gets to his feet and goes for an elbow drop but Maoi rolls out of the way. Rage quickly greats back to his feet but Maoi hammers him with a chop across the chest, followed by a second. Rage pushes Maoi away, sending him against the ropes but Maoi returns with a huge hammer blow of a right hand across the head of Rage, sending him stumbling back. As Rage moves towards Maoi, Maoi spins around and hits him with a huge discus clothesline, sending Rage to the floor.
Simone: This young man has some fire in him
Adams: I don't smell smoke
Rage rolls over, but Maoi drops to the floor, and hooks on an arm bar, wrenching back on the arm and shoulder, pulling him back further. Rage gets to his knees and tries to throw a punch across his own body, but misses Maoi's head. Rage stands up, Maoi still locked on to his arm and lifts him high in the air, showing huge strength and tosses Maoi across the ring.
Simone: What power from Rage
Rage moves over to the corner and tags Jamie Staggs in to the ring
Adams: Tag made
Jamie moves over to Maoi, picks him up on to his shoulders and drops backwards
Adams: Samoan drop on a real Samoan!
Jamie grabs Maoi to his feet and whips him off the ropes, as Maoi returns, Jamie nails him with a backbody drop! Jamie leans over Maoi and starts to lay in heavy right hands in to Maoi's head.
Simone: Jamie with a lot to prove as he hasn't been in an active match in a long time
Jamie picks Maoi to his feet but Maoi cuts him off with a sharp elbow to the side of the head, he grabs Jamie round the waist and lifts him over with a northern lights suplex. Jamie rolls towards the ropes and Maoi follows him. Maoi waits for Jamie to get on to his knees and drives a boot in to Jamie's ribs. Maoi grabs Jamie to his feet and hooks Jamie up before nailing him with a tiger suplex. Maoi stands next to Jamie and turns his back on him, before jumping backwards with a standing moonsault. Jamie rolls out of the way and Maoi hits the mat hard.
Adams: That had to hurt
Simone:*Sarcastically* Really?
Adams: Erm, yes, I used to be a wrestler, when you missed moves, they generally hurt.
Maoi pulls himself over towards his corner as Jamie uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Maoi makes it to the corner, reaches out his hand towards Erik Black. Black tags in and steps in the ring and runs towards Jamie. Jamie ducks a running clothesline, but as he turns around,, Black grabs his head and drops him with a jawbreaker. Black quickly gets to his feet and stands next to Jamie, posing before dropping an elbow on Jamie's chest. Jamie rolls over and looks towards his corner, Rage's hand already reaching towards him. Black picks Jamie to his feet but Jamie spears Black back towards his corner and reaches a hand towards Rage. Rage puts his hand in and tags Jamie.
Simone: Rage tags in
Adams: I don't think Black saw the tag
Rage steps over the top rope as Black pushes Jamie towards the center of the ring. Jamie breaks free and stands in front of Black smiling and pointing behind him. Black shakes his head and refuses to turn around.
Adams: He thinks Jamie is playing a joke on him. No one believes him when he's serious
Simone: This boy isn't crying wolf!
Jamie shrugs and nods at Rage, standing behind Black. Rage spins Black around and wraps a huge hand around his throat. He lifts Black in to the air and...
Simone: Chokeslam!
Rage goes for the pin as Jamie runs towards Maoi, knocking him off the ring apron. Drew Patton drops down to count.
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3!
Justin: Here are your winners … Rage and Jamie Staggs!
Simone: Rage and Jamie Staggs are the first team going through to December To Dismember to battle it out for the tag titles
Adams:Staggs and Rage work well as a team
Gabriel, Shane Boswell and Synn are seen outside a locker room.
Shane: You got this one in the bag mate, JT Underwood isn’t a challenge here
Gabriel: I know, I’m confident
Synn: As you should be Gabriel, but we seem to have a problem.
Shane arches an eyebrow at Synn
Shane: Goth?
Gabriel: You’re strangely calm about this whole thing. The guy has come out of retirement to come here, get a contract here, just to get at Despayre
Synn flashes his eyes at Gabriel, narrowing them.
Synn: I’m all but calm Gabriel, in fact, I will be having a word with an owner to find out what is going on, but until then, there’s nothing we can do.
Shane whispers to Gabriel
Shane: I know him, he’ll be fine…. Well, until he gets to that office door.
Gabriel puts his hand on the locker room handle and pushes the handle down, pushing open the door. Shane looks in the door, his eyes wide
Shane: What the…
The sins look around the room to see teddy bears, of all shapes, sizes and colours hanging from the ceiling from nooses dangling at head height. The three walk in the room, pushing hanging bears from their path and look around
Gabriel: Thank christ Despy isn’t here.
Shane: Who the hell did this?
Gabriel: Goth?
Synn: No, this is not Goth’s style, he is more in the head, this is someone who is more in the present, who doesn’t play mind games.
Gabriel looks around in utter shock and points to the back of the locker room door.
Gabriel: Synn…
Synn turns around to see a note pinned to the back of the door. He pulls it down and opens it up, reading the note out loud.
Synn: “I’ll show you what sin REALLY is”
Gabriel and Shane look at each other confused. Synn screws up the note and leaves the locker room, anger darting in his eyes. Gabriel looks at Shane
Gabriel: Well aren’t we just pissing everyone off?
The cameras switch to the office of Mark Ward where he is sitting at his desk looking over the upcoming card for the next super card when suddenly a loud knock is heard outside his door, and is suddenly thrust open and a intoxicated Ryan King barges in. He storms straight over to the desk of Mark Ward and places his hands firmly on it before starting to talk.
Ryan King: "Care to tell me why I was pulled from the Lethal Lottery tournament, but Casey was put through? I've busted my ass every time I've stepped into the ring for you and this company."
Mark turns the paper work he is looking at over on the desk before standing up and placing his hands on his desk and looking directly into Ryan's eyes.
HS: "To be honest mate, it was a really easy decision after that stunt you pulled last week attempting to put your hands on Christian. You are a alcoholic that needs to go into rehab if you want any future in this business. Since you chose not to accept Christian's offer, I chose not to keep you on the SCW Roster. You are too big of a risk to keep on the roster. Your addiction to alcohol and your mental state of mind is too dangerous for us to justify risking the well being of other wrestlers.
Mark looks down at his desk and shuffles a few papers around before pulling up a small stack of papers stapled together. Mark walks around his desk over to his door beckoning King to follow him.
HS: "Here is your pay check"
Mark extends his hand out offering the stack of papers to Ryan. Ryan takes them and starts to walk out, frustration written all over his face, before Mark stops him.
HS: "Oh, Ryan, by the way."
Ryan turns around to face him and is instantly met by a "Hot Stuff's" signature Red Hot super kick, laying him out in the backstage area. Mark Ward steps over Ryan and yells at him.
HS: "YOU'RE FIRED!"
Hot Stuff calmly fixes the collar on his shirt
HS: Drunks coming in here telling me what choices I should make in my own company.
Hot Stuff shakes his head as the camera fades
Justin Decent: “Ladies and Gentlemen, our next contest is a lethal lottery match, Introducing our first team, coming to the ring from the nearest beach, with a combined weight of 365lbs they are….
Narly and Radical... THE SURF BOYS!!!
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.
Justin Decent: And their opponents opponent, introducing first, coming to us from Nashua, NH. He stands at a whopping seven foot tall, and weighing in at Three hundred and seventy pounds. He is the freight train of pain.
CASEY WILLIAMS!!!
Casey Williams comes down the ramp on his Harley Davidson Fatboy and as he rides down the ramp, his pyros go off. Casey rides around the ring and parks his bike on the side of the ramp and climbs into the ring.
Justin Decent: “AND his partner 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, the duo start to walk down the ramp and to the ring. Blade gets in the ring and looks across at his opponents and tap partner.
Vs.
LETHAL LOTTERY TAG MATCH
DING-DING-DING!!!
Narly starts in the ring against Casey Williams. Williams looks down on the much smaller Narly as Narly scratches his head and looks at the giant before him. Narly tries to kick Casey in the leg, but Casey brushes it off with a push. Narly looks across at Radical and smiles. Narly turns around and stamps on Casey's foot, causing him to jump up and down, hopping around the ring. Narly dropkicks Casey behind the knee, sending him down to one leg. Narly dropkicks Casey in the back and sends him face first to the canvas.
Simone: That's one way to cut down a giant
Adams: It is pantomime season and I love Jack And The Beanstalk!
Narly grabs Casey by the head and lifts him on to his knees, wrapping his arms around the neck of Casey and hooking on a sleeper hold. Casey stands up, lifting Narly off his feet and falls backwards, crushing him under his weight. Casey rolls off the much smaller Narly and drags him to his feet, picking him up by the throat and tossing him across the ring. Casey stalks over to Narly and lifts him again, with one hand through the Surf Boys long hair. Casey lifts him up above his own head in a bear hug. Narly starts to slap Casey on the head frantically, but Casey brushes it off. Narly reaches down and starts tugging at Casey's ears, pulling them out wide. Casey drops Narly and holds on to his ears.
Simone: Unique way to get out of that hold
Adams: I really need to add that to my arsenal
Narly bops his head in victory but Casey snaps him out of that world with a huge clothesline, almost taking Narly's head off his shoulders! Casey walks over to a smirking Blade Alexander and tags him in to the ring.
Simone: Second generation superstar Blade Alexander is in the ring now
Blade shakes his head at Casey, and turns his attention to Narly on the floor and instantly puts the boots to him, stomping away at his body. Blade lifts Narly to his feet and puts him in a full nelson, before dropping him in to a back breaker. Blade quickly goes for the cover
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Narly kicks out!
Blade glares at referee Drew Patton and grabs Narly up by the hair. He puts Narly in the corner and starts to rain blows on to his head, forcing Narly down to mat, against the bottom turnbuckle. Blade steps back and looks at Narly and lowers his knee pad. He runs towards Narly and nails him square in the head with a running knee to the temple. Narly flops foward but Blade lifts him up and on to the top rope. Blade hooks Narly up for a superplex, but Narly pushes him off the top turnbuckle. Blade falls down and Narly stands up on the top rope, with his arms to the side.
Adams: Narly setting up for the Way!
Narly jumps off the rope, looking for his finisher, Way, but Blade rolls out of the way. Narly lands hard, but rolls to his corner. He reaches out his hand and tags in Radical. Radical instantly climbs to the top rope and waits for Blade to get up.
Simone: Is Radical thinking about the No Way
Adams: Way! I mean yes
As Blade returns to his feet, Radical flies off the top rope, looking for the jumping tornado DDT but Blade takes a step back and watches Radical fly past him and land on his face. Blade shakes his head and mutters to himself "I'm wrestling against idiots" and stomps on the back of the fallen Radical. Blade picks up Radical and pulls him over to the ropes, slapping the Surf Boy across the face. Blade grabs Radical by the head and pulls him in to the corner and slams his head hard in to the turnbuckle. Blade takes Radical by the head and drags his face along the top rope and slaps Casey on the chest, tagging him in to the ring.
Simone: Casey in now
Casey looks at Blade with a hard stare, but Blade ignores him and steps out of the ring. Casey turns his attention to Radical and lifts him to his feet. Casey whips Radical in to the rope and as he comes back, nails him with a huge spinebuster. Casey steps on Radical's chest and walks right over hiim, much to the displeasure of the fans. Casey ignores them and lifts Radical to his feet. Casey rears a hand back and slaps a huge chop across Radical's chest. The Surf Boy rolls over in pain holding his chest and moves his way towards his corner. Casey spots this and grabs Radical by the foot. Radical uses the ropes to pull himself up, and turn to Casey. Radical uses the bottom rope as a springboard and jumps up, kicking Casey in the head! Casey stumbles backwards and Narly reaches out for the tag. Narly gets in and lifts Radical to his feet. They turn to see Casey charging at them. Both men duck and dropkick Casey in the back of the knees. Casey drops down to his knees and Narly and Radical both nail Casey with a simultainous dropkick to the face. Casey falls on his back and both Radical and Narly cover Casey!
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Casey throws both men off it.
Adams: If Casey would have thrown those two any higher, NASA would have picked them up on their radar!
Casey gets to his feet as the Surf Boys do and Casey quickly wraps his hand around each of The Surf Boys throats. Casey lifts both in the air and drops them down with a double chokeslam!
Simone: Good god! Casey just destroyed both Surf Boys!
Radical rolls out of the ring and Casey stalks Narly, his fist up and ready to go for The Warriors Way. Casey steps back, but Blade reaches over the ropes and tags himself in
Simone: Did Blade just...
Casey looks confused as Patton orders him out of the ring, but Blade goes straight for Narly and nails him with a futureshock DDT
Adams: The Final Cut!
Blade goes for the cover
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Justin: Here are your winners … Blade Alexander and Casey Williams!
Blade quickly rolls out of the ring and Mercedes raises his hand!
Simone: Ever the oppotunist, Blade Alexander stole the win from his own partner
Adams: How is this gonna effect Casey moving forward in the tournament?
The above appears onscreen, in red, on an otherwise black background, then cuts to the following, also on a black background. A voiceover artist reads aloud as we go.
The picture quickly changes to snapshots of shadowy figures- they sort of look like they could be the same guy- but they’re blurry.
The picture changes to a convenience store security-camera style photo of a guy who looks like a four way cross between Lou Albano, Silent Bob, Bluto, and Wolfman Jack. He’s wearing street clothes, including a denim jacket over what looks like a t-shirt of a bull walking down an incline, in “traffic-crossing sign” style art.
The photo clearly shows him innocently looking to the left while pilfering the ‘take a penny’ money behind his back. The caption switches to a crawl at the bottom of the screen, but is still read aloud.
Black & white still: This guy pinning a wrestler much larger than he is. The picture shows no clue of how he did it, though.
Still: A badly beat-up man in what looks like an MMA gym. We’re to infer that Scanlon did it. We go back to text for this bit:
IT IS NOT WORTH YOUR LIFE. PLEASE BE SAFE. BE SMART. SAVE YOURSELVES!
Backstage, Pussy Willow is seen standing next to Spike Staggs. In the background, you can hear the audience cheering loudly. Spike looks around him and a slight smirk spreads across his face. The camera pans out just a bit to show Jamie Staggs standing by as well. Pussy looks into the camera.
Pussy Willow: I am standing by with Spike and Jamie Staggs. Spike, I wanted to get an official word about the contract. Has it been signed?
Spike reaches into his jacket pocket and fumbles around for a second before pulling out the contract. He swiftly swings it open, and points down to his signature.
Spike: It is official. I am one of the newest editions to the SCW roster. But I am here, not to talk about myself, but for another reason.
Pussy Willow: Yes, of course. There is one thing on everyone’s mind right now… And that is Misty’s condition. Is there any updates on Misty’s condition after her spill outside of the ring after facing Kittie and Gabriel on the last edition of Climax Control? What can you tell us?
Spike nods his head before casting his icy blue eyes at the camera.
Spike: Misty suffered a concussion from her collision with the guard rail two weeks ago. No other injuries to report. The doctors haven’t cleared her yet, so she is just sitting this one out, against her will of course… She will come back and give the fans what they want… One hell of a show against Kittie to prove why SHE is the rightful Bombshell Champion! She will be at December To Dismember whether she is 100% or not!
Spike says the last part as if he is a bit iffy, but proud of the tenacity of Misty. He nods his head back to Pussy Willow before Jamie grabs the microphone.
Jamie: Well, let me ask the truly burning question… The one that is on everyone’s mind, seriously, like… seriously! Miss Willow… Are those things real? Because, I mean… They are rather impressive, I gotta say.
Pussy grabs the microphone back from Jamie, a look of shock on her face as she does so. She quickly rebounds.
Pussy Willow: Speaking of, we were hoping to get a few words from your wife, but she never checked in tonight. Two weeks ago, she walked away with the Bombshell Championship after her non-title victory over Misty. Would you care to shed some light on that subject?
Jamie: Ha! Well, asking me about her mental state is like asking someone what the square route of 4 is! I don’t know! I’m not a math magician!
Spike turns his head away, trying to hide his Cheshire Cat grin from the cameras as Pussy chuckles a bit. Jamie looks intensely at the camera.
Jamie: Seriously! She disappeared after the last show and I haven’t seen her since! For all I know, she thinks she won it. I don’t know, why don’t you ask her?
Pussy Willow: I would if she were here. But she isn’t, so I can’t.
Pussy says matter-of-factly rather than maliciously. Jamie shakes his head as if he were a bit confused. Instead, he holds his hand out and in protest.
Jamie: Wait a minute. Don’t you want to ask me about my match? I mean, it is more relevant anyways.
Pussy Willow: *Sigh* Not really. Thanks for your update, Spike, and good luck in Sin City Wrestling.
Pussy walks away after shaking Spike’s hand, leaving a stunned Jamie sitting there with his mouth open. Spike turns back to Jamie with his wide smile still intact as he just laughs at him. Jamie huffs and frowns at his brother.
Jamie: Screw you, dude! Not EVERYONE wanted to know your news, either. I didn’t!
Spike: But that’s because you already knew it.
Jamie: Yeah, well…
Jamie reaches over and smacks Spike upside his head and instantly runs off, causing Spike to chase after him.
Justin Decent: The next contest is a lethal lottery match. introducing first, coming at you from Los Angeles, CA, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-one pounds, being accompanied to the ring by The Entourage, I give you....
NICK JONES!
"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.
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.
Justin Decent: And their opponents, introducing first. hailing from Amerillo, Texas, standing at six foot nine inches and weighing at two-hundred and eighty five pounds, He is...
WYATT PETERSON!!!
"Hillybilly Bone" starts playing from the speakers and Wyatt Peterson bursts through the curtain onto the stage, with Tom Dudely. He makes his way down the ramp to the ring. He climbs into the ring and Wyatt climbs onto the second turnbuckle working the crowd. Wyatt hops down to the mat and waits for Justin Decent to continue
Justin Decent: And his partner, hailing from Philadelphia, PA, weighting in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds.... NIGHTMARE SEAN WILLIAMS!
The lights dim, and then completely shut off. Purple and black pyro fall from the sky, as November 18th blasts through the speakers, the crowd rise to their feet acknowledging Sean, who is standing at the top of the ramp playing to the crowd, he looks both ways before making his way down the ramp towards the ring. Sean hops up on the apron and plays to the crowd again before climbing between the ropes, bouncing off each end.
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LETHAL LOTTERY MATCH
DING-DING-DING!!!
Adams: Evans and Jones looking at each other. If they wanna win this one, they need to be on the same page
Simone: These guys aren't even on the same book
Evans and Williams kick off the match. The two men lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Evans is quick to take a cheap advantage with a stiff knee to the gut of Williams. Evans scoops up the lighter Williams and parades him around the ring before planting him hard on the mat with a bodyslam. Evans makes the quick tag to Jones.
Adams: Evans tagging in Jones
Simone: Doesn't make them a well gelled team
Adams: Gelled.... I like that word
Jones comes in and immediately starts to slap the back of the head of Williams. He gets in his face and lets him know exactly what his plans for the match are. Jones follows up with a stiff punch to the head of Williams.
Adams: That sent his brain spinning round, like a record
Simone: Uh uh
Jones pulls Williams up to his feet. He follows up with two rapid right jabs, rocking Williams a few steps back. Jones kisses his fist and goes for the knockout blow...
Adams: That fist getting some action from Jones
Jones swings wildly and misses the big punch. Williams leaps off the ropes and drills Jones with a springboard DDT. Both men are down... until Williams drapes an arm over the prone Jones.
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Simone: 3.... No!
Jones and Williams start to shake the cobwebs out and make their way to their respective corners. Jones reaches out to Evans first and makes the tag. Evans dashes towards Williams to cut off the tag but he is too late...
Adams: Too late!
Wyatt comes in like a tornado, dropping anything in his path including both Evans and Jones with big clotheslines. Evans bounces back to his feet but is caught by a Lou Thesz press and big blows from Peterson.
Simone: The cowboy is throwing the heavy shots
Jones saves his partner from the punches of Peterson by nailing Wyatt with an impressive flying leg lariat. Evans shoves Peterson off him as Jones gets sent back to his corner by the referee. Evans makes a pin attempt.
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Adams: Kick out
Simone: Jones and Evans were close to advancing there
Evans makes his way over and makes the official tag to Jones. Before Nick even gets back in the ring he starts giving the fans hell that are at ringside. Nick's lack of focus gives Peterson time to tag Sean Williams back in.
Adams: Nightmare back in the ring
Simone:
Nick goes to get back in the ring and doesn't even notice that Sean Williams is waiting on him. As Nick climbs back through the ropes he is met with a dropkick from Williams. Williams follows it up with another dropkick and caps it off with a standing moonsault.
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Adams: No!
Simone: So close!
Williams picks up Jones and delivers a spine-jarring jackhammer! Evans tries to interrupt the count but it is cut off by Wyatt Peterson!
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Justin: Here are your winners … Sean Williams and Wyatt Peterson!
Adams: Williams and Peterson advance!
Simone: These two have just took out one of the favourites here.
Bruce Evans looks at Nick Jones, just returning to his feet and shakes his head. The two men exchange words, before Evans turns around and leaves the ring.
Simone: I don't think things are over with these two yet either
Cutting to the locker rooms the giant Casey Williams is seen sitting on a chair and "Tear Away" by Drowning Pool is playing from Casey's cell near his bag. Having already wrestled and coming away with a win in the tag team match he was in with Blade Alexander against the Surf Boys, Casey is pulling the wrist tape off his wrists and tossing it into a nearby trash can. Standing next to Casey is Ms. Rocky Mountains with a microphone and a camera crew. Casey stands up and looks down at her with a towel in his hand.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: "I'm here with Casey Williams who just came off with an impressive win with his tag team partner Blade Alexander against The Surf boys. How are you feeling Casey?"
Casey Williams: "How am I feeling? I'm feeling good because we got the win, but also I'm frustrated and pissed off that I got stuck with Blade Alexander because Ryan King couldn't control his drinking. I have been asked for the past two weeks about Ryan's actions after our victory over Kid Karma and Bruce Evans at the last show. I didn't approve of it, I'm not happy with him, and I feel Mark Ward's decision was justified in firing him. With Ryan drinking like he is, he is not only a danger to himself, but everybody else in the ring with him, including myself."
After Casey says this, he takes out a bottle of water from his bag, and takes a sip of it while he gets asked another question.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: "Do you think you and Ryan will ever team up again in the future if he gets clean?"
Casey Williams - "I don't know right now. I'm really upset with him and he will be lucky if the next time I see him I don't shove my foot down his throat and really give him something to choke on besides his vomit. I'm going to do everything I can to get Ryan to go to rehab, and get off the drinking. Not really for Poisoned Power, but for his sake. I'm hoping we can have a reunion, but as of right now, its not going to happen until Ryan is sober and has his problems taken care of."
After speaking, Casey takes out his towel and wipes his face and allows Ms. Rocky Mountains to ask another question.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: "You mentioned a hopeful reunion later on if he can get clean, how do you think Mark Ward or Christian Underwood would feel about allowing Ryan King back into a SCW ring after his actions?"
Casey Williams: "If the dumb ass can get sober and agrees to not drink and takes breathalyzer tests randomly, I don't think Mark or Christian would be against it, but right now, I'm not worried about the comeback of Ryan King. Right now I'm more worried about getting some gold. I missed out on snagging the Heavyweight Championship. Now I have a chance getting the tag team gold. I'm going to continue training and kicking ass to make sure I get some gold and there will be hell to pay for some pathetic souls, seeing I can't take my aggression out on Ryan King the way I would love to.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: "Well with your win tonight, are you and Blade Alexander going to try to work together to finish out this tournament and grab the tag titles?
Casey Williams "I'm not sure yet. I have to attempt to talk to Blade and see if he and I can stay on the same page through the rest of this tournament and get those tag titles. I do know I will show no mercy to whomever I face next."
Ms. Rocky Mountains: "Well Casey thanks for your time. Good luck with whatever you choose to do or you feel needs to get done in the near future."
Ms. Rocky Mountains walks out of the scene as Casey resumes removing the wrist tape as his cell phone rings and he looks at it and the name "King" shows up on the screen as the scene fades back to ringside.
Texas, starting to merge with the white sands of the Southwest, the sunset turning it to a rusty orange infinity stretching to the horizon, broken only by occasional stubborn patches of scrubgrass. The camera pans around, to show an unloved old County road, the only evidence of mankind’s existence hereabouts.
Except a shadow- stretching back, WAY back, until we see the back of who cast it.
He’s HUGE. He’s got shoulder length hair, and some sort of bag slung over his shoulder. He’s obviously been hiking this road for a long time- his stride is of a man who’s been doing this forever, and plans to go on forever MORE, if need be. A deep, gravelly voice comes over audio, as the camera comes up to meet him.Voiceover: It’s been an age since I had a camera trained on me. They’re smaller than when I started, I’ll grant. Things are a bit different now… but have things changed?
No.
By now, we’re alongside him- the light of the sunset blasting into his worn, weatherbeaten, five-o-clock shadowed face as he proceeds west.
The names and faces change. The lights and the music change. But the work never changes. The road never changes. The pain never changes… and the ring never changes.
Just four posts, ropes, canvas, and fools to break down for parts. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. See… I’ve been around this world- because I’m very good at what I do. Very good. That puts a man in demand.
I went North- I beat everyone worth beating up North.
The twilight sky is- in pretty slick CGI work- overlaid faintly with photos of this man, fighting in Chicago and Toronto.
I went South- I beat everyone worth beating down South.
The image shifts to similar ‘clippings’ of him beating men in Dallas.
Been back East… same thing.
Exactly.
Went to Hell, told The Devil to “get the [bleep] out of my chair”, and rested there a while. But it got old. Now I’m heading West. Gonna see what you’ve got, out here. You’d better not be disappointing.
For your own sakes.
The strong may make a go of it- but the weak? The weak have nothing coming but a short drop and a sudden stop.
My name’s Hawkins. They call me “Hangman”.
I’ve been away. Now I’m back.
And that’s all the warning you’re going to get.
And the camera holds still as Hawkins strides on, casting a long shadow as he moves on into the sunset.
He’s probably not the hero, though. And he’s not moseying. And Vegas is that way.
Fade to black.
In the ring is Jonathon Downs as Justin Decent continues making the introductions for the upcoming match.
Justin Decent: "And his partner from Morrisville, New Jersey standing 6'3" and weighing in at 199lbs he is"STONER" SCOTT OLIVER!!!!!!
“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.
Justin Decent: "Coming out next their first opponent hailing from Warren, Michigan standing 5'11" and weighing in at 201lbs, he is
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 Decent : "And his partner from Tahlequah, Oklahoma standing 6' and weighing 217 lbs. he is
BO DREAMWOLF!!!!!
The calls of "Return to Innocence" sounds across the PA system. Between the first chant and the second chant, Dreamwolf appears and stands at the top of the ramp bowing his head, then around the 2nd chant, Draemwolf marches to the ring, his eyes fixed on the ring and the opponent within. Sliding inside, he then mounts the turnbuckle in the corner and raises a fist to the fans, letting loose with his own war cry to which the fans reply with enthusiastic cheers and applause.
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Lethal Lottery Tournament
DING-DING-DING!!!!
Dreamwolf and Oliver start this one off tying up in the middle of the ring and Bo gets the upper hand with a headlock. Oliver pushes Bo off him and into the ropes and Bo comesback with another headlock. Bo follows it up with a irish whip of his own and delivers a series of clotheslines. One after another, Scott Oliver continues to get to his feet and finally ducks a third clothesline and dives over to the corner and tags in Jonathon Downs.
Simone: We now have a chance to see what Downs is made of
Adams: Flesh and bone I think
Jonathon Downs quickly gets into the ring and ducks a clothesline from Dreamwolf and bounces off the rope and connects with a flying shoulder block on the rebound. Downs quickly lifts Bo up and suplexs him and follows up with a quick half boston crab submission. Quickly Bo powers out sending Downs into the corner and Bo runs in with a jumping splash.
Simone: Bo showing signs of Austin Parker's training
Bo locks in a sleeper hold and falls to the mat, wrapping his legs around the midesction of Downs as he tightens the sleeper hold. Scott Oliver quickly jumps into the ring and breaks the hold and starts delivering several kicks to the side of Dreamwolf and picks him up and delivers a snap ddt, before returning to the ring apron.
Simone: Downs would have tapped if it wasn't for Stoner
Adams: I'm surprised Stoner remembered he was in a match
Dreamwolf starts to slowly pull himself towards his corner as Downs crawls towards his corner. Both wrestlers tag in their respective opponents at the same time and Karma and Oliver quickly jump into the ring and run at each other and start throwing punches back and forth. Oliver gets the upperhand and delivers a irish whip and drops Karma with a vicious spine buster. Oliver hooks the leg.
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Kickout by Karma, and Oliver quickly lifts Karma up and puts his head between his legs and goes for a powerbomb, but Kid reverses it into a high angle ddt. Karma goes for the pin.
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Simone: Two quick pin attempts
Kickout by Oliver. Karma grabs Scott Oliver by the head and pulls them back to his corner and tags in Bo Dreamwolf. Bo comes in and delivers a strong kick to Olivers midsection and Irish whips him against the the far rope, where Jonathon Downs tags himself in and Bo drops Oliver with a Lariat clothesline. Downs climbs in the ring and whips Dreamwolf around and attempts to connect with the Downs Syndrome, but Dreamwolf counters out of it and connects with the Falcon's Arrowhead and hooks both legs for the pin.
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As Bo and Kid are celebrating in the ring, Wyatt Peterson comes running from backstage and slides in the ring and delivers a brutal big boot to Kid Karma, sending him flying out of the ring. Wyatt quickly climbs out of the ring and powerbombs Karma through the announcers table before walking away from the ring side area. As Wyatt is slowly walking backwards towards the back stage area, Drew Patton signals for medics to come to ring side and check on Kid Karma.
Simone: Oh my god! We've lost our announce table. Peterson has put Karma out!
Adams: We still have a table, but it's in a few hundred pieces. Can we get some super glue out here?
The scene opens up in the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward. The man himself is seen sitting on a chair, with Angelica rubbing his shoulders.
HS: I told you it would happen! I told you Spike couldn't resist. Now that punk bitch has signed his career away to me again. I now own him!
Angelica: Yes baby, those weeks of forcing him in to a corner, he had no choice.
HS: This place is becoming a little gold mine for me. This roster, brimming with talent, hell, I just got off the phone with a guy who will be making an appearence at December To Dismember, I got new signings coming out of everywhere. This is what I had visioned when this started. Idiots like Ryan King are weak, the talent coming in, so much stronger.
Without warning, the door of the office flies open and Synn bursts in, his eyes determined and focused on Hot Stuff. Angelica stops rubbing Hot Stuff's shoulders.
HS: Ok, I was expecting this...
Synn places his palms on Hot Stuff's desk and stares at him.
Synn: Did you sign Goth?
Hot Stuff rubs his chin.
HS: Yes, I did.
Synn lets out a soft growl.
Synn: Why would you do that? Last christmas, when Gabriel and Despayre were in London, we stayed at your house, we told you all about that son of a bitch, why would you bring him here?
HS: Now you're skipping over details here Synn, your boys also won the tag titles over that time, with some advice from me.
Synn: They would have won them anyway! Mark, you saw the shit he put my boys through, especially Despayre. Gabriel can handle himself and deal with Goth's mind games, but Despayre is different and you know it. Why would you sign him here to torture Despayre again?
Hot Stuff smiles at Synn
Synn: Wipe that damn smirk off your face, because I will wipe it off if you don't give me answers!
Synn bangs his fists down on the desk, but Hot Stuff springs to his feet, staring Synn in the eyes.
Synn: First Goth, then those damn hanging teddy bears, I want answer now Mark.
Hot Stuff lets out a long breath.
HS: First off, I don't know who put those teddy bears in there, but it wasn't Goth. Goth did his thing, and left. I saw him leave, he wasn't here when that happened. Secondly, it wasn't about the money that I signed Goth. Hell, it could have been, Goth was a huge star before he retired, the guy owns the AWA, where your guys got their big break, titles and national exposure. I know the star power a name like Goth brings to a roster, any roster the whole world over, but it wasn't about the money or the star power Synn.
Synn: Well...
HS: I'm an underhanded son of a bitch as you know, hell, you begrudgingly admire me for it, but you remember that little talk we had in London last Christmas? The whiskey at 1am when the rest had either gone to bed or in Shane's case, passed out drunk on that Santa sleigh?
Synn nods
HS: You told me all about how Goth was treating you guys, how he took titles from you guys out of jealousy because his little group didn't have them. I watched the AWA, I heard from Shane you left, left without getting a chance at kicking his painted arse up and down the country. I am an oppotunist Synn, I saw the chance to give you revenge, to give Despayre revenge on this guy and I made it happen. I have put the oppotunity on a plate for you and your boys Synn and although it seems like everyone is gunning for your guys right now, you have the chance to kick the living shit out of the guy that made your boys lives hell.
Synn stands up and looks at Hot Stuff, staring deep in to his soul. Synn's voice lowers to a dangerous sounding tone.
Synn: Fine, but I'm warning you, if anything happens to Despayre because of this, I am holding you responsable, and I will be back and I will bury you. I don't mean that as an empty threat, I will put you six feet under, you have my word on that.
Synn turns around and walks out of the office, slamming the door behind him. Hot Stuff looks at Angelica.
HS: Who does he think I am? Of course I did it for the money, everyone wants to see that hate bomb explode
Hot Stuff smirks the camera switches back to ringside
The camera switches to a backstage area where Gabriel is seen sitting in a darkened room. Over his shoulder is the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. Gabriel looks deep in to the camera.
Gabriel: What a night this has been already. Teams through to battle out for the tag titles, hanging teddy bears and the return of that son of a bitch Goth, he had a thing for taking titles away from me by using a pen instead of a pin, but right now, none of that matters
Gabriel breathes deeply
Gabriel: What matters is you JT Underwood. I've had to deal with a lot of hassle tonight, had more then one target painted on my back tonight but right now JT, my focus lies solely with you. You see in a few short minutes, you're going to be the first in line to see how seriously I take this title belt. For weeks, you've been messed up, not knowing who the hell you are, but I know who you are JT, I know how to handle a confused little boy. Bringing different people in to your world to try and enhance who you are, and try and improve yourself is the wrong approach JT, it's about bringing the right person in to your world. You've spoke about how I need to stand out from the crowd, while all you've done is hide behind the muscles of Matt Ward, the smile of that Allison chick and let's be honest, the mountains of your latest distraction. All you need to do right now JT is focus, just focus on me and learn some lessons from what I'm gonna do to you JT. Maybe then, you won't need to hide behind your crowd...
The bell rings three times and the crowd starts to applaud with excited enthusiasm as Justin steps into the center of the ring.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Main Event of Climax Control! It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, he is the challenger! From Las Vegas, NV, weighing 225 pounds -- JT Underwood!
The fans cheer as "Scream, Aim, Fire" by Bullet for My Valentine starts blaring and the lights start going crazy flashing on and off as Justin Underwood steps out onto the stage. Justin begins walking down to the ring as the lights start to slow down, but still keep flashing. As Justin reaches the ring, he pulls himself up onto the ring apron and grabs the top rope flipping over it and landing in the ring. Justin does some quick stretches while waiting for the match to start.
Simone: He has a chance at making history, that man right there, JT Underwood. He was the last man to run the Gauntlet but he could very well be the first man to dethrone Gabriel for the Heavyweight Championship.
Adams: I've been in my fair share of championship matches, and I can tell you that the butterflies never stop fluttering around in the stomach. Veteran or rookie, the excitement never goes away.
Simone: Nor should it. Championship gold is the backbone of a wrestler's motivation. if you don't want the gold then you have no business being inside of that ring.
Head referee, Jasmine St. John checks JT Underwood as Justin Decent continues with the introductions.
Justin: His opponent is from Parts Unknown, and weighs in at 230 pounds! He is the current reigning Sin City Wrestling 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: So many so-called experts brushed Gabriel's chances at the big title aside, labeling him a tag team wrestler. Well that belt around his waist right there proves that although he might prefer teaming up with Despayre, he is not limited to such!
Adams: And we also have to remember he was one of the first two in that Gauntlet and he out lasted eleven other guys to walk out with the belt.
Simone: Insight like that from you gives me hope for this match.
Gabriel slowly peels the SCW title belt fro around his waist and holds onto it as he allows Jasmine to check him as she did JT.
Adams: You think she ever gets the temptation to cop a feel when she does that?
Simone: And so much for that theory.
Gabriel's eyes lock onto those of JT's and the champion raises his belt up, symbolically rubbing it in the challenger's face that he is the challenger for a reason. Gabriel then hands the title over to Jasmine who turns to JT and shows it to him. JT rubs the gold plate for luck and she then holds the belt up to all four corners of the building, eliciting a heavy response of favoritism. She passes the belt out to Justin and she calls for the bell.
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Heavyweight Championship Match
DING!
DING!
DING!
Simone: And we're off!
Both men come out of their corners and both champion and challenger walk their way around the ring, playing to the fans. Gabriel holds his arm out at length and beckons the crowd chanting his name to do so louder, as JT mounts the turnbuckle in the corner with his own arms extended, and is met with his own crowd support.
Simone: I think this grudge of respect between these two has just a bit to do with ego stroking as well. Both Gabriel and JT have the crowd solidly behind them and they are milking it for all they're worth.
"Gabriel!"
Gabriel and JT are clapping their hands as they circle the ring, drawing as much support behind themselves as they can before they pause center ring, eyeing the other down intensely. They ready, arms aloft, and dive forward, locking up collar and elbow. Both men strain, digging their feet into the mat as they use their respective power to try to overpower the other.
"JT!"
"Gabriel!
"JT!"
Simone: There is definitely something about two guys straining against one another that really gets the blood flowing.
Adams: What a revolting thought.
Simone: Oh you know what I meant!
Adams: I'm afraid that I did.
Gabriel and JT struggle, neither gaining a decisive advantage in the lock up. Gabriel slowly steps forward, pushing JT back first one step, then another, until he is backed up into the ropes. JT holds his arms out, then quickly turns it around and he has Gabriel backed against the ropes. Gabriel holds his arms out, waiting, as Jasmine calls for the clean break. JT obliges, and steps back, but also pats Gabriel lightly on the chest as he does so.
Adams: Does that count as a clean break?
Simone: It does but there was still a bit of attitude behind it.
JT backs away as Gabriel steps from the ropes and they start to circle again, sizing one another up. They stop and lock up again, but this time Gabriel ducks behind JT and locks his arms around his waist in a rear waistlock. JT strains and grabs Gabriel's locked wrists to try and pry them apart but is unsuccessful. Gabriel uses the leverage to lift JT but JT blocks the effort and is set back down, still in the waistlock. JT braces his feet hard against the mat and pivots at the waist, breaking the hold. He then ducks behind Gabriel and locks him into his own rear waistlock.
Simone: Nice reversal.
Gabriel does not remain in the hold however as he himself breaks the hold and ducks back behind him, and gets him back into the same hold. JT is waiting for the effort however and has hold of Gabriel's arm and twists it in an arm wringer. JT drives two forearms down into Gabriel’s exposed arm, then twists it again and locks him in an overhead top key armlock.
Simone: Both men are technically sound athletes and we are seeing that demonstration right here.
JT cranks on the pressure, making Gabriel wince at the pain being inflicted on his wrist and shoulder. Gabriel however ducks down and turns it around on JT, reversing the hold into a hammerlock. The champion pushes JT's arm far up his back, making the challenger holler out as he does so. JT looks around, trying to figure out the counter. He opts to duck out and attempt to reverse it into his own hammerlock but Gabriel releases it and instead grabs JT into a side headlock. Gabriel then uses the leverage to hiptoss JT over into a headlock on the mat but JT immediately uses his long legs to grab Gabriel into a headscissors. Gabriel kicks his legs at the sudden reversal as Jasmine drops down to check his shoulders.
Adams: Does she really think Gabriel could get pinned with a head scissors?
Simone: Yeah I can only imagine the ramifications if the title were to change hands that way.
Adams: Forget the finger poke of doom! It's the dreaded headscissors from H-E-Double Hockey Sticks!
Simone: Double Hockey Sticks? Lord are my ears burning.
Gabriel rolls over in the hold onto his knees, gripping JT's legs with his arms. Gabriel then somersaults over, breaking loose from the scissors, and captures JT again in the side headlock on the mat. Jasmine drops down and starts a count but JT immediately has his shoulder up.
Simone: I don't see why she even bothered. I've never seen a single person get pinned by a side headlock.
Adams: Then they're obviously not hooking the tights correctly.
JT grabs Gabriel around the waist and leg and rolls him back into his own pin, but as soon as Jasmine starts a count, Gabriel rolls free and keeps JT tight in the headlock. JT slowly starts to creep to his feet, caught in the hold, and he runs Gabriel at the near corner but the SCW Champion runs right up the turnbuckles and rolls JT over in a hiptoss and still the side headlock is retained.
Simone: Gabriel is not letting go of that hold!
JT is down again and Jasmine starts a count, but at one, the shoulder is lifted! JT tries to scissor Gabriel's head again, but Gabriel moves just far enough that he's out of reach. JT opts for another tactic and forces his way back up, wincing as Gabriel cinches the hold in even tighter. JT backs him up against the ropes and fires him off to the opposite side. Gabriel comes rebounding off and champion and challenger collide in a shoulder tackle but neither budges.
Adams: Woo! Look at the looks they're giving each other.
Gabriel slaps him shoulder, egging JT on. JT runs into the ropes a second time and they hit again, and again neither moves. They stare each other down briefly before Gabriel darts into the ropes and comes charging off -- and JT jumps and connects with a high cross body!
Simone: JT suckered the champion with that one!
Gabriel lands hard on his back with JT on top and Jasmine is right down!
1..... Gabriel kicks out!
JT grabs Gabriel and throws him into the corner. He charges right in after him but Gabriel brings an elbow up and drives it into JT's head, knocking him back a number of steps. Gabriel then spring boards off of the turnbuckles and hits JT with a flying body press, rolling right through. Gabriel waits briefly as JT returns to his feet. Gabriel then runs off of the ropes but JT leapfrogs up over him. Gabriel rebounds off of the far side and JT connects with a dropkick right to the head.
Simone: Beautiful move!
JT gets up just as Gabriel also returns to his feet, and the challenger slaps his own side headlock onto the champion. Gabriel struggles when he opts to lift JT up off of his feet and he brings his shin down across his own knee. JT's face contorts in pain and he limps on the wounded leg, and Gabriel backs up and hits a low dropkick to the limb, taking his foot right out from under him. Gabriel then grabs him by the foot and drops one -- two -- three elbows right into the targeted knee area. He then wraps his legs around JT's knee in a disjointed leg scissors.
Simone: This is a credible reason why Gabriel's the champion. He knows how valuable JT's legs are to his offense. take those away and the challenger is helpless.
JT grits his teeth but his face is a mask of pain as Gabriel pulls back on Underwood’s leg, cranking pressure on the knee. JT reaches up and wraps an arm around the champion's head and tries to pull him off, slowly forcing Gabriel to release him. Gabriel gets to his feet and lays in several boots to JT's prone body until the challenger falls out of the ring under the bottom rope.
Adams: This could be the break that JT needs if he can keep away from Gabriel for awhile.
Simone: No such luck. Gabriel is going out after him.
Indeed as Gabriel steps out onto the apron, ignoring Jasmine's demand that he return to the inside. Gabriel waits as JT starts to get to his feet, and he then jumps off of the apron for an attempted corkscrew senton onto the challenger but JT ducks at the last moment and Gabriel hits the floor!
Adams: Ohhh! Bad luck there for the champ!
Simone: If JT can capitalize fast we could easily have a new champion!
Jasmine is outside of the ring now, checking on Gabriel, as on the other side of the ring, JT is coming to his feet. Gabriel refuses to allow Jasmine to yield the match against him and she returns to the ring where she begins to issue her mandatory count.
1...
JT rolls back inside, under the bottom rope.
Gabriel is on his hands and knees, hurting.
Gabriel rolls back inside at the last moment, and the fans applaud.
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Adams: Nobody wants to see a count out in a championship match! Especially the very first defense!
JT meets Gabriel and grabs him by the hair, dragging him up. JT stands side-by-side and brings him down with a Russian Legsweep, rolling over atop of him for the cover.
1.....
JT pulls Gabriel up and wraps an arm around his chin, with a knee digging into his back.
2..... Gabriel kicks out!
Simone: The challenger is going right to work. Smart move on Underwood's part. If he can keep the advantage, that championship he so desperately wants is his for the taking.
JT cups his hands under Gabriel's chin and pulls back as hard as he can and Gabriel kicks the mat wildly with his legs, a testament to the pain being inflicted. JT then switches tactics, changing the hold and he grabs Gabriel into a headscissors, while at the same time, ensnaring him arm within his own to prevent him from fighting back.
Adams: Whew! He has Gabriel tied up in knots!
Simone: Well JT is one of the SCW's most complete athletes. Technical. Flying. Fighting. He seems to do it all.
Adams: But so does Gabriel which is what makes this thing between them so great.
Simone: But bad ring positioning. Look!
Jasmine pats JT on the shoulder and informs him that Gabriel’s foot has managed to snag the bottom rope. JT seems reluctant to break and Jasmine starts her count.
1...
And JT lets him go before standing up and he starts delivering hard boots to Gabriel's upper body. He pulls the champion to a seated position and rives two knees into the back of his head, and then runs back off of the ropes and delivers a baseball slide dropkick into the small of his back. Gabriel is writhing on the mat as JT pulls him to his feet. Gabriel immediately starts fighting him off with stiff forearm shots to the head, followed by a European uppercut that staggers JT. Gabriel grabs him by the leg but JT immediately connects with an Enzugari!
>2...
3...
Simone: Short lived comeback there by the champion.
Jasmine checks on Gabriel as JT sizes him up, using the time to get his wind. JT returns to his feet and approaches Gabriel from behind, then pulls him up by the hair and pants. JT then ducks down, setting his head between Gabriel's legs and lifts him up into the air. JT walks around the ring, parading the prone champion to the fans before falling back in the Electric Chair drop! JT immediately covers Gabriel and hooks the leg.
1.....
Gabriel turns over on his hands and knees and JT comes down with a legdrop across the back of his head, planting him back into the mat. JT rolls him over and tries another cover.
1.....
2..... Gabriel kicks out.
2..... Gabriel kicks out again.
Simone: As desperate as JT is to win the title, Gabriel is just as desperate to keep it. I don't know how either is going to be able to wrest a win from the other.
JT drops down to the mat behind Gabriel and opts to keep him on the mat, wrapping his legs around his waist in a body scissors.
Adams: You don't see this hold too often anymore.
JT leans back on his arms, arching his back to add more pressure to the hold, squeezing the breath from Gabriel's body. Gabriel reaches for the ropes with his hands, but he is not in the right position. he stretches his leg to try to get them with his foot but he is just enough out of reach to prevent it. JT squeezes his legs violently, adding a spasm of pain jolting through the champion's body. Gabriel then starts to turn his body from left to right on the mat, until he finally manages to spin around to his knees, facing JT but still in the hold.
Adams: What is he thinking?
Gabriel forces himself to his feet with JT's legs still wrapped around him. Gabriel holds onto those very legs and falls back, suddenly catapulting JT into the air where he lands on the top rope and bounces right over them and to the outside the hard way!
Simone: Well that's one way to counter that hold! And now the champion has the advantage!
Gabriel steps back across the ring, holding his ribs, and waits as JT starts to get up to his feet. The moment he does, Gabriel charges across the ring and leaps, sailing through the ropes and he crashes right into Underwood with a suicide dive that sends them both crashing back against the barricade!
Simone: Another high risk move by Gabriel!
Adams: But this one paid off!
Jasmine wastes no time in ordering them back into the ring, knowing neither man will adhere to her demands. Instead she starts her count.
1...
Gabriel is the first to get to his feet.
5...
Gabriel grabs JT and drags him up, then rolls him back inside of the ring.
7...
Gabriel follows, rolling in right behind him. Gabriel follows up, grabbing JT by the arm and hauling him up. He goes for an Irish whip but JT reverses it and Gabriel comes off with a flying wheel kick that brings the challenger down! Gabriel gets up and storms around the ring, pumping his fists and yelling out to the appreciative crowd. Gabriel then grabs JT and pulls him up, delivering a scoop slam close to the corner. Gabriel steps over JT''s body and backs up the turnbuckles, perching on the second one. He then signals to the crow and jumps off, landing with a senton across JT's sternum. Gabriel makes the cover.
1.....
Gabriel sits there momentarily, looking at Jasmine and shaking his head. he then gets back up, pulling JT up along with him. Gabriel sends him into the far corner but JT does the 'Ric Flair' corner flip and lads on the apron, just as Gabriel charges and hits the turnbuckles. JT delivers a forearm shot, knocking him back. JT springs up onto the top of the corner and jumps off, but Gabriel meets him mid-air with a dropkick!
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2..... JT gets a shoulder up.
Adams: What a counter!
Simone: Gabriel has him covered!
1.....
2..... JT kicks out!
Adams: So close.
Gabriel pulls him to his feet and JT surprises him with a stiff forearm shot to the head. Gabriel recovers and returns the blow with one of his own. Then JT hits him again, and Gabriel hits him back again! A melee immediately ensues as the champion and challenger are trading forearm blows to each other's head and the fans are loving it!
Simone: Figures these people would cheer a slug fest as opposed to a straight wrestling match.
Adams: I blame TV myself.
Simone: This is *on* TV you twit!
Adams: And might I say our sponsors totally RAWK!
Gabriel goes for a shot but this time JT ducks under it and grabs the champion by the arm, and goes to send him into the ropes. Gabriel reverses it and both men leap with the same idea for a cross body block and they hit each other in mid-air and collapse to the canvas with a crash!
Simone: Both men know each other so well. They've studied one another's styles for this match and that was bound to happen.
Adams: It didn't do either any good. They're both down.
Indeed, Gabriel and JT are on their backs, trying to recover as Jasmine hovers over them, checking them first to see if they can both continue. Both grunt their demands to do just that and she starts her count.
1...
Gabriel uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet as JT manages to return to his footing in the corner. JT looks up in time as Gabriel comes in and hits a clothesline right into Underwood's throat. Gabriel then sends him into the far corner with a whip and follows in at high speed, but this time JT leap frogs back over him and brings him over with a backslide!
1.....
2...
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4...
2..... Gabriel kicks out!
Adams: JT almost pulled a fast one right there!
Both men are right up and JT doubles Gabriel over with a boot to the stomach. JT then runs off of the ropes and swings for a clothesline of his own but Gabriel ducks under it, grabbing JT from behind in a full nelson. JT struggles to prevent Gabriel from locking his fingers together, and Gabriel suddenly switches tactics, releasing the nelson and instead grabbing him in a rear waistlock and he brings him up and over with a German suplex. he arches his back into a bridge for the pin.
1.....
2..... JT kicks out!
Simone: Another near fall!
Gabriel looks angrily toward Jasmine as he returns to his feet and grabs JT, bringing him up as well. Gabriel hits him first with a spinning back elbow that rocks the challenger, before throwing hi up and over with a head and arm suplex. Gabriel jumps up and springs out over the top onto the apron, and he scales the corner.
Adams: This could be it after two moves like that!
Gabriel sizes JT up and leaps for a frog splash but JT brings him knees up and Gabriel lands right on them!
Simone: Great counter on JT's part!
Adams: I bet Gabriel thinks it sucks!
The wind is taken completely from Gabriel's body! He is lurched over at the waist, his eyes closed tight but mouth open in silent agony. JT grabs him and pulls him down into an inside cradle from out of nowhere!
1.....
2.....
3-No! Gabriel kicks free!
Simone: Oh good god! We almost had a new champion!
Adams: JT thinks the same thing!
JT is on his fee right up at Jasmine's face, holding three fingers up but Jasmine is holding up only two. JT curses silently and he goes back and grabs Gabriel by the legs, stepping one leg through and he turns the champion over into a Sharpshooter!
Simone: He couldn't get the pin but he may very well get the submission!
JT clenches his teeth and leans back as far as he can, bending Gabriel at the small of the back and working his knee joints at the same time! Jasmine drops in front of the champion and asks him to yield but Gabriel pounds the mat and leans up, elevating the pressure and hollering his refusal!
Adams: I don't think Gabriel would submit away his championship even if it cost him his career!
Simone: Well he is the Sin of Greed for a reason!
Gabriel stretches his arm, trying desperately to reach for the ropes but with his free arm, JT snags the outstretched limb to prevent him from his goal.
Simone: Smart move by the challenger.
Adams: But how long does he plan on keeping this hold locked in? Gabriel isn't submitting.
Simone: For as long as it takes I imagine.
Jasmine continues asking Gabriel is he wants to cash it in, but she keeps getting his refusal for an answer. Gabriel can't reach the ropes so he switches his tactics and instead reaches up and pats JT on the shoulder lightly. JT immediately releases the hold and jumps to his feet with his arms in the air.
Adams: What a sneaky thing to do on Gabriel's part!
Simone: Yes, he just tricked JT into thinking he submitted so he'd release the hold!
JT looks ecstatic with his arms held high, but Jasmine walks over and pulls his arms down. JT looks confused until Jasmine explains exactly what Gabriel just did. JT looks over to the champion and...
Adams: Oh he looks PISSED!
Simone: Well wouldn't you be?!
JT looks at Jasmine, his face flushed with embarrassment at the trick pulled against him. He then looks down at Gabriel who is slowly using the ropes to pull himself to his feet and his expression grows nasty. He brushes past the official and spears the champion, sweeping his legs right out from under him! The back of Gabriel's head strikes the bottom turnbuckle and immediately JT starts laying in the fists!
Adams: Hey JT looks as if he's losing it!
Simone: Well, it was a nice wrestling match while we had it!
JT lands several right hands into Gabriel’s skull, while Jasmine tries to separate them and restore order. She starts her count and gets to four before finally JT backs off, dragging Gabriel up along with a handful of his hair. JT ducks and scoops the Heavyweight champion up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. He walks around the ring, shouting as the crowd shows their support for him as much as they do for Gabriel. JT then stops dead center of the ring and heaves Gabriel off over his shoulders and down over his bended knee!
Adams: That's the second bad landing the champion’s taken to the gut! We may end up seeing what Gabriel had for dinner before the show.
Simone: That is sick.
Gabriel rolls onto his back, clutching his mid-section, and JT climbs the corner, facing the crowd. He gets to the top and launches himself backwards for a moonsault but this time it's Gabriel who brings his knees up and JT lands on them awkwardly!
Simone: Payback's a bitch!
Both men are lying prone on the mat as Jasmine hovers over the two of them and she begins to issue her mandatory count.
1...
And JT rolls out under the ropes and slowly crumbles to the ringside floor.
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Simone: That's one way to break the count -- and get a break at the same time.
Gabriel slowly forces his way back to his feet, as on the outside, JT uses the apron to pull himself up. Gabriel pauses, then dashes across the ring, runs up the corner, and jumps off, crashing right into Underwood with a flying somersault senton!
Adams: What a risky move by the champion!
Simone: What a foolish move! If JT had moved, it would have been the end of his career! Forget about the end of his championship!
The fans are on their feet, cheering wildly for the action being displayed in this championship contest!
"SCW!"
1...
Holding his back and hip, Gabriel rolls onto the apron and beneath the bottom rope.
6...
JT climbs onto the apron where Gabriel meets him and this time the champion and challenger begin exchanging fists! Lefts and rights are exchanged to each other's heads until Gabriel blocks a wild swing and delivers a head butt right between JT's eyes. Gabriel then grabs JT by the back of the head and runs him along the apron and drives his head right into the top turnbuckle once -- twice -- three times! Gabriel grabs him in a front facelock and cradles his leg over the rope and brings him up and over into the ring with a fisherman's suplex!
1.....
Gabriel grabs him by the arm and pulls him up to his feet. He goes for an Irish whip but JT holds on and reverses it. Gabriel comes off and JT goes to deliver a big boot but the champion grabs his foot, blocking it.
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
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2..... JT gets his shoulder up!
Simone: Bad spot to be in for Underwood!
Gabriel then drops to the mat, spinning JT over with a Dragonscrew legwhip, hyper-extending the knee on the challenger. Gabriel is immediately up and has JT by both feet. he steps through his legs, positioning him for the Sharpshooter he suffered earlier. Only Gabriel remains where he stands while rolling JT over onto his stomach, pinning his feet against his stomach. Gabriel then reaches down, grabs JT by the arms and leans back in the Queen Angelito stretch!
Adams: Look at that hold by the champion!
Simone: Look at the face on the challenger! You can tell this hurts like Hell!
Jasmine is down on her bended knee in front of JT, asking if he submits but JT shakes his head in the negative, refusing.
Simone: Worst of all, a hold like that completely neutralizes any chance of making it to the ropes!
True enough as both men are near the ropes but JT is tied up and prevented from getting near them. He still refuses to give Gabriel the satisfaction of a second win at his expense!
Adams: What balls the challenger has!
Belinda turns and looks at Jason.
Adams: I mean his guts! His guts!
Gabriel tires of this hold and opts to try another tactic. He lets JT go, freeing him from the submission hold and he stomps down onto his back twice. Gabriel grabs him by the head and lays in five straight forearm shots to the back, before picking him up and depositing him in the corner in a Tree of Woe.
Adams: I don't like that look on Gabriel's face.
Gabriel has a tired smile on his lips as he walks along the perimeter of the ring while JT tries to undo his binding in the corner. Gabriel then stands at the opposite side of the ring and charges, jumping in the air and delivering a low dropkick right into JT's head! The impact releases JT from the corner and he slumps to the mat. Gabriel has to drag JT back to his feet and he ducks behind him and brings him over with a belly-to-back suplex! Gabriel drops down into a cover and hooks the leg tightly.
1.....
The fans cheer as Gabriel looks at Jasmine in shock.
2.....
3-No! JT gets his shoulder up!
Adams: Gabriel thought he had it there!
Simone: *I* thought he had it there!
Gabriel argues fiercely with the petite Jasmine but she does not back don, insisting that it was only a count of two. Fuming, Gabriel grabs JT and fires him off into the ropes with an Irish whip. He swings his left arm for a lariat but JT ducks under and goes for a Crucifix takedown, only to switch in mid-move and slide down Gabriel’s back and bring him over in a sunset flip!
1.....
Gabriel jumps up as JT returns to his feet and swings but JT ducks under the blow and doubles him over with a boot to the gut and slaps on a DDT! Gabriel's head is planted into the canvas and JT rolls him over onto his back and covers him again.
1.....
JT digs his fists into his thighs and stares hard at Jasmine who holds two fingers up. He then grabs Gabriel by the hair and locks their arms in a double underhook. He heaves the champion up and drives him right down with a powerbomb, folding him in half in a jacknife cover!
1.....
2..... Gabriel kicks out!
2.....
3-No! Gabriel shoots his right shoulder up!
2.....
3-No! Gabriel manages to kick out!
Adams: Another near fall! How many has it been!?
Simone: I don't know but what a match we are seeing!
JT pounds the mat in his frustration, slamming his fists down repeatedly.
Simone: he has got to keep his cool! He can't afford at this point to lose his composure!
JT peels Gabriel off of the mat and hauls him onto his shoulder, depositing him onto the top of the corner. JT then starts t climb the corner himself.
Adams: One superplex, coming up!
JT sets him up and starts to pull Gabriel along, but the champion fights him off. JT brings a forearm down into his back but Gabriel delivers two straight fists into his head and then takes him by the head and slams his face down into the corner. Gabriel then stands upright and leaps over JT's bended back, bringing him crashing down with a sunset powerbomb from the corner!
Adams: What a move!
Simone: Both men are spent! I don't know if either will be able to answer Jasmine's call!
The referee is again issuing her count as both Gabriel and JT are down on the mat!
1...
Gabriel starts to get to his knees...
6...
JT uses the ropes to pull himself heavily from the mat...
8...
Gabriel is up and he kicks JT right in the ribs, spinning him over. Gabriel is right on him, pulling him to his feet and he goes for an Irish whip but JT reverses it, but Gabriel reverses that, holding on and pulling him into a boot that doubles Underwood over. Gabriel then grabs him by the head and drops don with the X Factor! Gabriel rolls JT over and hooks the leg!
1.....
The fans are cheering wildly at the championship action being displayed by both men! Gabriel is wide eyed in shock that JT managed to kick out. Gabriel stands up and pulls JT up with him before he sends him into the far corner. Gabriel runs right in after him but JT brings up a boot, catching the champion flush in the head! Gabriel staggers back and around, turning away, and JT ducks down and lifts him up on his shoulders again for another attempt at the Electric Chair Drop -- only for Gabriel to counter by rolling over with a Victory roll on JT!
1.....
2...
3...
4...
5...
7...
9...
2.....
3-JT kicks out!
2..... JT kicks out!
Simone: And again with the near fall! Both men are going to walk out of this one with an all new respect for the other!
Sweat drips from both men's bodies as Gabriel drags JT up from the mat and grabs him in a rear waistock. He runs him forward into the ropes and rolls him backwards into a rolling cradle, bridging over JT in a arch.
1.....
Gabriel sits on the mat briefly, shaking his head in disbelief. He then gets up and Irish whips JT into the ropes. he ducks down for a backdrop but from out of nowhere, JT counters with an inside cradle!
1.....
Gabriel rolls through with his own inside cradle!
1.....
2.....
3-JT gets his shoulder up!
2.....
2..... JT kicks out!
Simone: How can these two keep going like this!?
JT struggles to his feet and Gabriel runs back off of the ropes. JT stands and Gabriel goes for a spinning heel kick but JT ducks under it and catches Gabriel with a spine buster! JT covers him.
1.....
JT is on his knees, breathing deeply as he stares in disbelief at Jasmine who steps back. JT shakes his head and curses before dragging Gabriel up to his feet. JT whips Gabriel into the far corner and follows in, jumping and crushing the champion in a Stinger splash! Gabriel staggers out and JT sends him into the ropes, but both men have the same idea and they clothesline one another!
2.....
3-Gabriel shoots his shoulder up!
Adams: God! They're both down again!
Jasmine starts her count!
1...
DING!
The sound of the bell stops Jasmine's count and she looks as confused as everyone else watching.
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
DING!
DNG!
Adams: The bell sounded! What happened? Do we have a winner?
Jasmine walks over to the ropes and leans out to talk to both the timekeeper, as well as Justin, the ring announcer. Meanwhile, both Gabriel and JT are stirring on the mat.
Simone: Well? Tell us already!
Gabriel stands up but falls back into the corner as JT leans against the ropes. Both wait as Jasmine steps back between the men and Justin makes the official ruling.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the one hour time limit has expired. The referee has ruled this bout, a draw!
Adams: A draw! I didn't even realize that much time had passed! A one hour draw!
The crowd, despite the disappointing ruling, are all on their feet, cheering and applauding the showing between both champion and challenger!
Simone: What an epic contest! A one-hour time limit draw! And what a show of sportsmanship! Look!
JT walks over to where Gabriel stands and offers his hand over, and Gabriel, reluctantly, reaches out and accepts, shaking JT's hand.
Christian Underwood and "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward are in earnest discussion backstage.
Christian: We agree?
Mark nods.
HS: It's got to be done. Go for it.
Christian nods and walks off camera...
***
The fans are chanting at the very top of their lungs!
"Five more minutes!"
Jasmine St. John is conferring with Justin when Christian Underwood walks out with a microphone of his own.
"Five more minutes!
"Five more minutes!"
Christian: Hold on everybody! Hold on, hold on!
The fans' chanting slowly subsides as Christian stands at the front of the entrance aisle and he looks into the ring where Gabriel and JT Underwood are still recovering from the onslaught against each other.
Christian: There won't be five more minutes. Not tonight.
The fans start booing and Christian holds up a hand and waits for the objections to subside.
Christian: Not tonight, but I did not say that it wouldn't happen at all. No, not five more minutes. These two have been through quite enough tonight. But...
He holds up a forefinger.
Christian: In two weeks, that will be an altogether different story. You see, in two weeks Sin City Wrestling will be traveling for the first time to California for our big holiday event, December to Dismember. Mark and I just had a quick conference, and we agreed.
He points to the ring, and both men standing inside of it looking out at him.
Christian: We need a winner between you two. The fans want a winner between you two. So, in two weeks, it will be Gabriel defending the SCW Heavyweight Champion one more time against JT Underwood in a rematch, one fall to a finish! This time there will be a winner! Gentlemen, good luck!
Christian turns back around and heads backstage as the fans cheer wildly while Gabriel, holding his belt over his shoulder, stares down JT.
Simone: What an announcement. JT Vs Gabriel part 2 at December To Dismember! We'll see you there!
A huge thank you to Chris, Mark, Matt, Derek, Erik, Ted, Blade, Casey and JC BloodStone for contributing to this show, and to all our roleplayers that make the SCW possible.