Climax Control

The Aztec Aquaplex in San Diego, California 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!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

Justin Decent, announcer for Sin City Wrestling, stands up with the house microphone raised to his lips and he starts to speak;

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Hostess of "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd cheers and applauds as the SCW's resident drag queen is brought out onto the stage on the back of a motorcycle driven by a handsome stud wearing only a pair of black leather booty shorts and matching boots. Amanda is wearing a school girl outfit. Microphone in hand, Amanda hops off of the motorcycle and her driver stands up and Amanda looks him up and down and turns back to the fans with her mouth open in shock.

Amanda: Oh. My God. Bryan!
Look at his crotch!
It is so big!
He looks like one of those "Drag Queen's Boyfriends".
But, you know. Who understands those drag queens?
They only talk to him because he looks like a total hustler.
I mean, his buldge is just so big!
I can't believe it's just so round!
It's just like "Out There".
I mean, gross!
Look! He's just so huge!

The rap music starts...

Amanda: I like big cocks and I cannot lie!
Go, nuts and I can't deny.
That when a man walks in with a buldge in his pants, it puts me in a trance.
I get hot. Wanna rip off jeans.
I'm the worst of all sized queens.
Deep in his shorts he's wearing. I'm hooked and I can't stop staring.
Oh baby, I wanna get wit' cha. And take your picture.
My sisters tried to warn me, but that rod you got makes me so horny.

Oh, uncut monster. You say you wanna get in my mouth?
Well, do me. Screw me. Come on and turn me out.
I just watched him peeing. And seeing is believing.
He's young, hung, got it goin' on. I don't care if he's dumb.
I'm tired of tiny meat. Sayin' cocktail franks a treat.
Ask the average queen, and she will scream: "He best be packing heat!".

So fellas!
(Yeah?)
Fellas!
(Yeah?)
Has your boyfriend got the dick?
(Hell yeah! )
Then shake it!
(Shake it! )
Shake it!
(Shake it! )
Shake that healthy dick!
Baby got front.
Baby got front.

I like 'em long, and big.
When I put on my wig. I lose control.
So stick that mammoth pole in my cake hole.
I wanna take that bone, and uh, swallow it, uh, uh.
I ain't talkin' 'bout dildos.
'Cause silicone parts are made for toys.
I want 'em real thick and juicy.
So fine, I'm on my knees, Miss Amanda's on fire.
Hot and juciy, just like Wendy's!

Alan knows on striker.
A small dicked ugly biker.
A word to the thick, hard brothers. Forget the others. I'll kiss your mothers.
For simply giving birth to a big, fat, juicy dick, that's worth it's weight in gold.
You'd never get cold.
If I was your girl I'd rock your world, everytime your flag unfolds.
So whip out that schlong.
You can't go wrong. If it's long and strong. Just like this song.

So fellas! (Yeah?)
Fellas!
(Yeah?)
Open up them big umbrellas!
Just zip it down and whip it out even lesbians got to shout.
Baby got front!

Yeah, baby.
When it comes to man-love.
I like latino fan club.
Big and fat.
And long and brown.
And a good, six inches around.

So your boyfriend has small feet?
Princess kinda meat?
You wanna sleep inside my cottage?
Forget Vianna Sausage.
Don't ask "Que Pasa".
Serve Kielbasa.
Don't stuff it with a sock.
I want a real big cock.

Now there ain't nothing sadder.
She says that it don't matter.
She's full of shit and lying, for a big one she is dying.
So, someone said you're big. Well, I am a dick-pig.
So save it for a stupid whore. It better make my jaw sore.
To the little boys in the sauna, I really do not wanna, play with your weiner.
I have to sepina. A stud from Argentina.

Some crackhead tried to dis.
'Cause her man is on my list.
I am a piss remover, that's why my nickname's "Hoover".
So home-boys, if you got a big bone, and you wanna get sucked then pick up the phone.
Dial 1-900-Amanda-heat.
I want your meat!
Baby got front.
Baby got front.

He's dumb as dirt, but he's got a big cock.
He's ulgy as sin, but he's got a big cock.
He's semi-retarted, but he's got a big cock.
So he killed a few people, he's got a big cock!

The rap music ends and the biker wraps an arm around Amanda's waist and escorts her from the stage to the laughter and applause from the fans.

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

Adams: And I'm Jason Adams. Tonight we have a great show lined up and what a way to start the show with, erm, Baby Got Front!

Simone: Well this is Sin City Wrestling, where the circus comes to town every week

Adams: There's a circus here? Where? Where?

Simone: Idiot! Anyway, tonight, we see the debuts of so many new superstars, including the returns to the ring after years out, of Jordan Williams, Spike Staggs and former AWA World Champion, Kain.

Adams: The bosses have gone all out to bring in the best talent they can.

Simone: Speaking of the bosses, Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Christian Underwood has not only one, but TWO announcements tonight.

Adams: Plus good ol' HS has promised Spike Staggs a gift. I Wonder what that could be?

Simone: Also, we will also be hearing from SCW Heavyweight champion, JT Underwood, after he was brutally attacked by Number One contender, Nick Jones

Adams: So like the monkeys I saw at the zoo earlier, let's get it on!




Outside of the locker room area, Jamie Staggs waits with a black trash bag in his hands. His goofy smile is ever present as always. He looks directly into the camera as the cheering is heard from ringside. He holds his fists in the air, allowing the bag to dangle in front of him. He lowers them, covering his mouth with his free hand, sputtering on his own laughter. He removes his hand from his mouth, and then he laughs once more.

Jamie Staggs: At December 2 Dismember, everyone was talking about the twisted Dick’d segment with the hanging penises and whatnot. They said, Jamie dude, that’s just really, really weird. Why don’t you do something funny, so I’m like, everything I do is funny, shut up. So today I been watching over a couple of walking jokes, and I’ve decided they need to get a taste of,,, Mud Pie.

Jamie reaches into the trash bag, and he pulls out a diaper. He looks around, choking back laughter as he tightens his lips together. He looks into the camera as he slowly opens up the diaper. The audience acts disgusted, even when they see the inside is merely chocolate pudding. Jamie laughs as he folds it back up and then he holds his fingers up in front of his lips in a very Elmer Fudd manner.

Around the corner, Jamie spots the Surf Boys, Narly and Radical, talking amongst themselves as they head down the opposite direction of the hall. Jamie motions for the camera to follow him as he slowly stalks them. He waits for the right opportunity, and he throws the diaper in his hand, missing either target, and plopping against the wall, slowly sliding down with a brown streak. Jamie clinches his fists and then pulls another out. He unfolds it, and then throws it once more. It flies right between the two, landing on the floor in front of them. Narly leans down and picks up the diaper, inspecting the inside. He holds it up for Radical to see.

Narly: Dude, look at this. There’s, like, chocolate pudding in this diaper.

Radical: No way bro. No way I’m falling for that one again!

Narly: I’m serious this time. Creamy chocolate pudding all over this diaper.

Radical: Dude, why would someone put such a delicious treat in a diaper?

Narly finally leans down and licks the contents of the diaper as Radical appears grossed out. Narly holds it out, and Radical lightly sniffs it. He reluctantly sticks his face in and, and comes out, covered in pudding. As he does this, Angelica walks by casually, until she takes a look at Radical.

Angelica: Ew!

She shakes her head in disgust and quickens her pace to get away. Jamie laughs in the background, obnoxiously loud before he begins pelting The Surf Boys with the diapers in rapid succession. They turn around to Jamie as he flies by them, hitting them in the face in passing. As the diapers fall off their faces, Jamie screams out to them.

Jamie Staggs: You both just got D*CK’D!!!

Jamie dashes around the corner, laughing. They look forward, licking their lips. They look stunned, but then Narly holds up the diaper and shouts to Jamie.

Radical: Thanks for the boss dessert rocker dude. Totally yumaliscious.

Jamie comes to a halt, just before rounding a corner. He slowly turns around with a frown on his face.

Jamie Staggs: No way! And people call ME a dumbass!

Jamie shakes his head and walks off in a huff as Narly and Radical continue to eat the pudding from the diapers.




The camera goes to the ring where Justin climbs in through the ropes with his microphone in his hand and a pearly-white smile on his handsome face.

"Lapdance" by N.E.R.D starts to blare throughout the public announcement speakers and the fans erupt with boos and chants of "slut."

Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Oooh baby you want me?
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Now you can get this lap dance here for free
Well you can get this lap dance here for free
Oooh baby you want me?
Now you can get this lap dance here for free

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest at Climax Control features Bombshell action, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Las vegas, nevada, weighing 115 pounds ... Kandi Washington!

It's a raw night (It's a raw night)
Who wants to bar fight? (Who wants to bar fight?)
Well come on alright (Well come on)
And I dare a mother fucker to come in my face
Baseball bats (Baseball bats)
I got somethin' for that (I got somethin' for that)
It goes bla ka ka kat (You know what that is)
So I dare a motherfucker to come in my face

Kandi Washington struts out from the back as she poses on the top of the ramp. She kneels down to the ramp as she rubs her hand over her no-no area. She tilts her head up and blows a kiss to the booing crowd. Kandi Washington is wearing a silver pair of booty shorts, sky blue halter top, and black thigh-high heeled boots with her hair in a pulled-back ponytail, and a pair of dangly earnings. She stands up on the ramp and continues down the ramp with both hands on her hips. She smirks as she ignores the crowd's boos and vulgar chants.

Simone: That's the SCW's newest Bombshell? Have we really resorted to scouting on street corners?

Adams: Please, Belinda! Let's not be rash. ... Maybe she was discovered in a gentleman's club. That sounds classier.

Kandi makes her way to the steel stairs and climbs up the three steps as she makes her way onto the ring apron. She sets her foot on the bottom rope and bends down as she points to her ass. She looks back and innocently looks surprised. She steps in between the second and top rope as she shakes her ass like Velvet Sky does, but rubs her lady's part against the second rope.

Simone: Great. Someone get the Lysol out here!

Kandi twitches her nose and kicks her opposite leg over the second rope. She walks over to the front ropes and steps up on the first rope; she leans over and glares across the arena. She steps off the ropes and walks to the corner. She leans her leg up on the first turnbuckle and her arms extended across the top ropes. Her theme slowly comes to an end.

Simone: Two newcomers to the Bombshell division. We can only pray her opponent isn't a crack whore too!

Justin: Her opponent hails from Philadelphia, pennsylvania, currently residing in Los Angeles, California! She weighs 140 pounds ... Brooklyn Carter!

HEEEELLLLOOOOO BROOOOOKKKLLLYYYNNNNN blasts through the speakers, the crowd jump to their feet as the arena grows dark. The lights flicker on and off as Brooklyn slowly makes her way from behind the curtain toward the ramp.

Simone: Now this is more like it!

Brooklyn plays the crowd for a couple minutes before making her way down the ramp. Brooklyn makes her way further down the ramp and slides in the ring when Kandi jumps onto her, clubbing her in the back with a double axehandle! Referee Drew Patton calls for the bell!

Vs Kandi Washington
BOMBSHELL MATCH

DING-DING-DING

Adams: This isn't fair! Kandi attacked Brooklyn before the bell even rang!

Brooklyn tries to shield herself as Kandi mounts her chest and just starts slapping her back and forth across the face, trying to overwhelm the bigger girl with her underhanded tactics! Kandi then grabs two big handfuls of Brooklyn's hair and she starts shaking her head wildly, using her dark locks as a handle.

Simone: What the hell is this? A wrestling match or a catfight?

Kandi climbs off of Brooklyn and gets to her feet, dragging her opponent up along with her by the hair. Kandi keeps hold of her and rams her head into the corner, a devious smile on her face.

Adams: You think she's smiling because she's in control?

Simone: No, she's smiling because she just changed her Maxi pad and feels like a summer breeze.

Adams: TMI! TMI!

Kandi rams her head into the corner a second time, then grabs her and rakes her forehead across the top rope.

Simone: Kandi must have rug burn on her knees, I guess she feels it only fair to give Brooklyn rope burn on her head.

Brooklyn turns around, holding her head from the scorching pain, and Kandi slaps her across the face. She backs Brooklyn into the near corner and she drives a shoulder into herr midsection three times. Kandi then grabs an arm and Irish whips her into the far corner and charges in, but Brooklyn moves out of the way and Kandi strikes the corner hard! The ccrowd comes alive as Brooklyn mounts the corner with Kandi pinned inside of it and she starts pounding her head with fists with the fans counting along!

One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!

Brooklyn drops from her perch and grabs two handfuls of Kandi's hair and she snapmares her over with the blonde diva screeching in pain!

Simone: Payback's a bitch -- bitch!

Brooklyn drags her up again and repeats the snapmare by the hair, and then she forces Washington onto her stomach and starddles her back. Brooklyn grabs two handfuls of her hair and returns the favor from earlier and shakes her by the head wildly by the hair! The fans boo suddenly as a huge man arrives at ringside...

Adams: Who's that?

Simone: I don't know but I've seen him hanging around Kandi backstage.

Adams: Oh. Blow Pop?

Simone: I beg your pardon?

Adams: I said, do you want a Blow Pop?

Jason offers her the sucker and Belinda rolls her eyes as the action continues.

The big man reaches inside of the ring and grabs Kandi by the hands and drags her from the ring, toppling Brooklyn off of her.

Simone: That is not fair! Get him out of there Drew!

The official leans over the ropes and reprimands the man as he shields Kandi who is crying and holding her tender scalp. The man ignores him as he turns and tends to the dainty diva and she complains to him, pointing at Brooklyn in the ring. Drew confers with Brooklyn and he turns to Kandi and starts issuing his mandatory count.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
8...

Kandi nods to the behemoth and goes back to the ringside and climbs up on the apron. Brooklyn runs over and grabs her to flip her inside of the ring, but the big man reaches in and cuffs her ankle, tripping her from out of the referee's sight.

Simone: Oh come on!

Brooklyn falls to her back and Kandi immediately climbs back into the ring and starts stomping and kicking away at her downed opponent. Kandi then drops down onto her chest and wraps both hands around her throat, choking her! Drew orders her to stop and starts his count.

1...
2...
3...
4...

Kandi breaks just long enough to keep from getting disqualified and then goes right back to the choke!

1...
2...
3...
4...

Kandi breaks and slaps Brooklyn across the face before climbing off and grabbing her by the arm, twisting it into an armbar. Kandi then grabs her by the hair and drags her back to the mat in the armlock. She kneels on Brooklyn's arm and shielding her tactic from the referee with her body, she starts biting Brooklyn's fingers. Brooklyn starts kicking and screaming and when Drew moves around to check, Kandi stops and looks innocent at his accusation.

Simone: Oh yes, like she's really going to admit to biting her opponent. Skank!

Drew goes back around to check to see if Brooklyn wants to submit and that is when Kandi starts chomping down on her fingers again. Brooklyn yells and struggles but it results in the same; Drew going around to check and Kandi fiercely denying any wrong doing. Brooklyn then rolls closer and she answers right back, biting Kandi right on her ass!

Adams: I guess Brooklyn has a sweet tooth!

Kandi screeches and lets go of Brooklyn's arm, falling forward! She jumps to her feet and shovees the official, pointing first at Brooklyn and then at her backside which sports the bite marks.

Simone: Oh now she thinks biting isn't a fair move to use!

Kandi turns around and is immediatelty struck down with a dropkick! Brooklyn is right on her, pulling her to her feet and she sends Washington into the ropes with an Irish whip and catches her with a clothesline. Brooklyn goes for the cover!

1.....
2.....Kandi manages to roll her off at the two count.

Simone: Oh why couldn't it be over? Then we wouldn't have to put up with that tart any more.

Adams: Oh now, be nice.

Simone: That was me being nice.

Brooklyn grabs Kandi and goes for another Irish whip but this time Kandi holds on and manages to reverse the move. She swings for a clothesline as Brooklyn comes off of the ropes, but Carter ducks behind her and hits a German suplex! Brooklyn arches her back into a bridge for the pin!

1.....
2.....
3-No! The big man reaches in and pulls Brooklyn's foot from under her, causing the pin to break!

Simone: Oh for god's sake! Can't she do anything on her own!?

Adams: I hear that's her preferred method of making love.

This time the referee did see the interference! Drew stands over the ropes and points at the big man and then to the back and the crowd starts cheering!

Adams: He's throwing him out of the match!

Simone: About damn time!

The big man argues and fights the decision but the official demands he leave! Reluctantly, he does so -- slowly -- as Brooklyn stands at the ropes, taunting him. This distraction allows Kandi to come up from behind and surprise Brooklyn with a schoolboy roll up, grabbing the tights!

Simone: No!

1.....
2..... Brooklyn kicks out!

Adams: Atta girl!

Both women are right back up and Kandi temporarily blinds Brooklyn with a rake across the eyes. Kandi Irish whips her into the ropes and bends for a backdrop, but Brooklyn puts on the brakes and sets her up in piledriver position, dumping her right on her head!

Simone: You go girl! Thats right!

Brooklyn rolls Kandi onto her back and makes the cover, not even bothering to hook the leg.

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

Kandi's bodyguard tries to make the save but is too late and Brooklyn rolls from the ring, beyond his reach, a bright smile on her face and her arms raised in victory.

Justin: Here is your winner, in her SCW debut ... Brooklyn Carter!

The fans cheer as Brooklyn points in the ring, mouthing off and backing up the aisle as the big man checks on Kandi who is still down and out.

Simone: Brooklyn Carter debuts with a win over Kandi Washington!

Adams: After all that running of the mouth she did, I bet Kandi's going to be too embrassed to show her face after this.

Simone: Be a crying shame.




“October 9th was the beginning of my journey to what is the most prestigious title anybody can hold in Sin City Wrestling. At High Stakes Gabriel etched past me to become the first Heavyweight Champion. Gabriel became what I wanted to become. Gabriel was the first.”

The scene came into clear focus of me sitting on my black leather sofa with my SCW Heavyweight Championship resting in front of me on my coffee table. The nameplate recently replaced from Gabriel to JT Underwood.

“Almost a month later Gabriel and I squared off in the six sided ring again, for this very championship. The match resulted in a time limit draw. Gabriel and I pushed each other to our limits and didn’t think twice about it. Mark Ward and Christian Underwood felt that I had proven myself to give me one more shot at the gold.”

My hands resting on my basketball shorts as I looked down at the title, the euphoria still not gone from winning it as I continued to talk.

“At December 2 Dismember it was Gabriel versus JT Underwood one last time. Established Wrestler and Champion versus me, the rookie who got placed into the main event and many felt that I couldn’t withstand the pressure of the main event.”

I slowly run my hands through my hair, as I turn my gaze back to the SCW Cameras.

“Everybody figured Gabriel had the win in the bag. That I had given Gabriel everything there was to be had at Climax Control Dec. 4th. The truth of the matter is, nobody has pushed me to my limits yet. I don’t care if your name is Blade Alexander or Nick Jones, I will stand tall, I will push with everything in my body to be the victor. I have finally realized what I came to SCW to become and why. Im not allowing it to slip away from my hands so easily. I’m not going to watch some underserving has been from five years ago walk into this company with the stroke of his “best” bud Mark Ward and get put into a Number One Contender’s match in his first month.”

Standing up I grab a hold of the title and look at it, running my hand across the large center gold plate.

“I’m not going to allow Blade Alexander who keeps walking around with that dumb empty briefcase to walk away with my title. Blade for some reason, Mark and Christian feel you have earned a shot at this title. So you and I will face off. Unlike the last time we faced, I’m not going to allow you to walk away with the victory. When you and I step into the NeWA ring and fight for this championship, it will be the last time the two of us fight for a while. There is a score to settle between us whether you want to admit it to yourself or not. Come Wrestle Classic 2012, I hope you’re ready for me Blade.”

Placing the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship over my shoulder, I step right up into the lens of the camera, allowing the intensity and anger be amplified through the close up.

“And let’s not forget, the man of the past. Let us go back to the man who is stroking Mark Ward just as much as Angelica is. Mr. Nick Jones. The man that blew himself into a no. 1 contender’s match for this title. My title. Tell me Nick, did attacking me, make you feel good. Did it make you feel superior? Did it make you feel powerful? When I return to Climax Control Nick, I have something in store for you Mr. Jones. Something from your past, that might be a little more than you can handle. I’ll pay you back Nick for putting me on the sidelines for five weeks. You won’t know when, you won’t know where, and you definitely won’t know how.”

The footage suddenly ends cutting to darkness.




"Ladies and gentlemen, the story you are about to hear is true. Only the names have been changed to protect the attractive."

(INSERT CORNY DRAGNET THEME MUSIC HERE - USE YOUR IMAGINATIONS PEOPLE!)

"This is the SCW. The jewel of the desert. Many men and women. Thirty two men to be exact. Eight women. One ring. A harsh world filled with competitive people who are beautiful on the outside, and ugly on the inside. Each of them have the same goals. The same dreams. The same ambitions. To be the very best. They will brook no one else encroaching on their territory. They will allow nobody to usurp their glorified position in the heirarchy.

I don't have to worry about that. I'm not a wrestler. I have another job to perform here, especially now. My name's Angel. I'm a teddy bear."

"December 4th, 2011. The Seven Deadly Sins entered their dressing room to find a grisly scene. Teddy bears, by the scores. Each hung by the neck by nooses, dangling from the ceiling. Thinking quickly, the members cut the bears down before any permanent damage could be inflicted. None are deceased. The gentle giant known as Rage worked hard to find each one a home over the Yuletide holiday. For that I am grateful. Now I have a job to do. When teddy bears are threatened, I step in.

My name's Angel. I'm a teddy bear. (did I mention that?)"

The Aztec Aquaplex. Owned and operated by the San Diego State University. Opened in 2007, it is the current location for Climax Control, the flagship program of Sin City Wrestling. My partner is Joshua."

Despayre fits on a detective hat ala Sherlock Holmes and sticks a candy cigarette in between his lips.

"Goofy looking kid, but he's hard working and loyal. We'll get to the bottom of this mystery. We've left it to the professionals for too long. it was time to call in the experts. My name is Angel. I'm a teddy bear."

Despayre: Who do you keep SAYING that!?




Backstage, Pussy Willow is seen standing next to a smiling Kittie. Kittie proudly has the Bombshell Championship displayed on her shoulders before picking it up to wave it at the camera, sticking her tongue out and doing the rock on hand signal. The crowd boos, causing Kittie to growl, bringing the belt back to her shoulder as Pussy brings the microphone to her lips.

Pussy: I am standing backstage at the Aztec Aquaplex with the new Bombshell Champion, Kittie. Now, tell us, Kittie. How does it feel to finally wear singles gold after a nearly decade long career?

Kittie gets a sour look on her face as she adjusts the belt on her shoulder. As if insulted, Kittie bares her teeth at Pussy before snatching the microphone from her hands.

Kittie: You can leave now you disgusting she-beast. I mean, that was just f*cking rude! I didn’t come up to you asking how it felt to get dicked down by Mark Ward to get this job, did I? Huh? I can’t hear you b*tch!

Pussy stands there in a bit of shock, looking at Kittie. She holds the belt up to Pussy’s face as she soon replaces it with her own face. The microphone rests between the two as Kittie eyes Pussy down.

Kittie: Now answer the damned question before I kick your fake, two cent Barbie hooker ass! Did I start this interview off with a rude f*cking question?

Pussy: No, I’m sorry if…

Kittie: You sure are sorry! How about you get the hell out of here so I can talk to the nice camera now, hm?

Kittie stares Pussy down before she finally backs up and walks away. Kittie smiles and turns to face the camera. Her eyes almost show a blankness as she just stares on for several seconds. She shakes her head finally, and then looks around.

Kittie: Where did she go? Am I tripping out, or was she like, not here just a minute ago? That’s awfully rude of her, right? Anyway, I’m the new Bombshell Champion, after a long, hard road. I have been with this company since day one. I fought just about every Bombshell on the roster, and have been victorious against them all. I AM the Bombshell Division as of right now. Even though I wasn’t the first Bombshell Champion, I vow to be the best Bombshell Champion!

Kittie looks into the camera, a serious look on her face as she takes a step closer to it.

Kittie: I went through hell and back before my work was finally recognized. It was nearly a decade long battle… Why does saying that make me want to punch Pussy Willow in the face? Anyway, I earned this belt right here, and I don’t give a damn what anyone has to say to the contrary. Not the fans… Not Misty… Not Christian or Mark… And not some loud mouthed, uneducated, sleazy skank! Get the f*ck out of here, and leave the big girls to their business.

Kittie winks at the camera before taking a step back. She holds the Bombshell Championship high in the air while maintaining a steady staring contest with the camera.

Kittie: Now that I’ve settled that, let me just say that I am ready to defend this belt against any one of you b*tches. I know that says a lot, because SCW has some of the best female wrestlers in the business, but like I said. I am a fighting champion, and I am prepared to prove why I am the best of the best. I’m ready to give this belt meaning. Is anyone else?

Kittie clutches the belt to her chest as she rocks side to side with it. She looks around as if to make sure no one is coming to take the belt. Once she feels safe, she gently sets the microphone on the ground and walks away..




Busted by Matchbox20 hits the arena, Downs comes out and soaks in the fans reaction with Reprobate following behind him. They walk to the ring focused, then, stop right before they get to the ring and pose for the crowd. They get in the ring and pose one more time.

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a tag team match. To my right, let me introduce the team of Jonathan Downs and Reprobate!

“In it for the Money” starts to play, as some guys harmonize on vocals. Nobody’s coming out, yet

“ …we’re in it for the money. We’re in it for the money.
We’re in it for the money! We’re in it for the money!
We’re in it for the money! We’re in it for the money!
WE’RE IN IT FOR THE MONEY!”

And as the drums kick in the song continues, rocking out, as Steve Scanlon comes out through the entrance, winding up and punching the air like they’ve already won. He’s holding a cardboard cup of coffee in one hand, and his ‘medically necessary’ carpal tunnel wristband on the other. And he’s in no hurry to get to the ring, taking his own sweet time getting there, sometimes stopping to jaw it out with a fan, or take a slug off his drink. About a second after Scanlon comes through the curtain, Hangman storms through. He’s not going quickly, either, but more like “the slow, crushing inevitability of death” than “guy slacking off from work”, like Steve is. He strides toward the ring, paying absolutely no attention to anyone in the arena who isn’t his teammate or his intended victims. Scanlon and Hawkins proceed down the aisle. By now, the brass section on their song has kicked in, as they get to the ring. Scanlon leaves his coffee cup on the edge of the announcer’s table, climbs the ring steps, and insists that the ref pull the ropes apart to “let him in”. He then hops, fists over his head, doing "#1!" gestures and pointing at the crowd- again as if they'd already won and this is just a formality. Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Hangman (from the ground) grabs the ropes and slingshots himself in, as smoothly as if he’s been doing it his whole life. Which he has. With the head start Scanlon got, they arrive at about the same time. He looms around the ring, his coiled menace conterpointing Scanlon's high-energy mischegoss. Hawkins offers the opposition a grave-cold, dangerous glare, as he rounds back toward his corner.

Justin Decent: Now entering the ring, at a combined weight of FIVE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY-SEVEN POUNDS, the tag team combination of “Big” Steve Scanlon, and Chett “Hangman” Hawkins…

THE ARISTOCRATS!!!

And, as he says this, in the middle of the ring, in unison, Hawkins and Scanlon do a little “Cha-cha” hand gesture toward the match-camera. Hangman, a little more ‘because I’m supposed to’ than Scanlon, but he’s there nonetheless.

Vs
TAG TEAM MATCH

DING-DING-DING

Scanlon and Hawkins do paper-rock-scissors to determine who will start. Scanlon starts the match as does Jonathan Downs for his team. They go to lock up but Scanlon ducks under Downs and grabs him in a waist lock. Downs struggles for a moment before running to the ropes and holding on. Scanlon loses his grip and rolls backwards. Scanlon and Downs turn back to each other at the same time. Downs runs at Scanlon and attempts to hit him with a clothesline. Scanlon ducks and grabs Downs from behind. He lifts Downs and drops him to the mat with a back body drop. Scanlon makes the tag to Hawkins. As Scanlon is climbing out of the ring, he stomps Downs’ forearm just above the wrist.

Simone: Trying to take out Downs' arm

Adams: Take out, as in a date?

Downs is rolling around on the mat clutching his wrist as Hawkins climbs into the ring. Hawkins stomps Downs on the chest a few times before pulling him back to his feet. Hawkins tosses Downs into the corner with ease. He delivers ferocious right hands and backs away to let Downs come out of the corner. Downs stumbles out and Hawkins scoops him up and holds him for a few seconds and slams him down to the mat near Scanlon. They make the tag and Scanlon comes in. Scanlon says something to Hawkins who then lifts Scanlon into a press. Hawkins then drops Scanlon onto Downs. Scanlon attempts a pin.

1…
2… Kick Out!

Simone: Kick out from Downs

Scanlon gets to his feet, stomping Downs’ shoulder. Scanlon pulls Downs into a sitting position and jams a knee into his back while locking in a sleeper hold. Downs starts struggling to get out of the hold. Downs uses his legs to attempt to scoot to his corner as Reprobate is reaching out for the tag. Realizing that he wasn’t getting anywhere, Downs changes his strategy and starts attempting to get to his feet. Downs slowly starts getting to his feet as he twists his body. Downs gets to his feet facing Scanlon’s side. Downs lifts Scanlon from the side and drops him to the mat. Both men are down in the middle of the ring.

Adams: Someone needs to bring out the red Bull!

Scanlon and Downs start crawling towards their respective corners. Scanlon makes the tag to Hawkins who quickly climbs into the ring and grabs Downs by his leg. Hawkins starts pulling Downs away from Reprobate. Downs rolls over onto his back and uses both legs to push Hawkins away. Hawkins only stumbles a couple of steps, but it’s enough for Downs to turn back towards Reprobate and jump at him for a tag.

Simone: Reprobate is in!

Reprobate hops onto the top rope and springboards off with a dropkick. Hawkins stumbles back but doesn’t go down. Reprobate bounces off of the ropes and runs at Hawkins. Reprobate slides between Hawkins legs out to the apron. Hawkins turns around just in time to get hit with a springboard cross body from Reprobate. Reprobate stays on Hawkins for the pin.

1… Hawkins tosses Reprobate off of him.

Adams: Hardly worth the ref dropping down there

Reprobate is quickly back to his feet. Hawkins is up to his knees when Reprobate bounces off of the ropes and hits Hawkins with a front dropkick to the face. Reprobate then lands on Hawkins with a standing moonsault. Reprobate with the pin attempt.

1…

2… Scanlon breaks up the pin.

Downs attempts to comp into the ring but is headed off by referee Drew Patton. With the referee distracted, Scanlon rolls Hawkins out of the ring and claps loudly. When the referee turns back to the action, Scanlon is stomping Reprobate in the corner. Drew Patton pulls Scanlon off of Reprobate. Scanlon has his back to Reprobate as he argues with the referee. Reprobate uses the ropes to pull himself to a standing position. Scanlon turns his attention back to Reprobate only to be met with a toe kick. Reprobate grabs Scanlon by his head and tosses him into the corner. Reprobate delivers right hand after right hand to Scanlon’s jaw. Reprobate runs to the opposite corner before turning around and running at Scanlon and smashing him in the corner with a flying clothesline. Scanlon stumbles out of the corner a few steps before getting dropped with a standing dropkick. Reprobate makes the tag to Downs. Downs quickly climbs into the ring and starts furiously stomping on Scanlon’s forearm.

Adams: Scanlon won't be able to do some things in the morning

Simone: Like what?

Adams: Like wave at people. Get your mind out of the gutter.

Scanlon wisely rolls out of the ring to stop the attack by Downs. Scanlon circles the ring to his own corner to recover. He makes the referee hold Downs back before sliding back into the ring. Downs and Scanlon tie up in the middle of the ring but it’s quickly broken up when Scanlon stomps on Downs’ foot. Downs spins around hopping on one foot. When he turns around to face Scanlon again, Scanlon drops him with a clothesline. Downs looks lost as he rolls out of the ring. He gets to his feet and walks right into Hawkins. Hawkins kicks Downs and tosses him back into the ring. Hawkins climbs back onto the apron and is tagged in by Scanlon. Scanlon pulls Downs to his feet, twists his arm and holds on. Hawkins delivers a huge punch to the exposed ribs of Downs. Downs goes down like a sack of potatoes as Scanlon climbs out of the ring.

Simone: I wouldn't be surprised if Downs has broken ribs

Adams: He can get some new ones in the January sales

Hawkins rolls Downs onto his back and stomps firmly down onto his chest. Downs is rolling around clutching his chest. Hawkins grabs Downs by his legs and starts spinning him around a few times before finally releasing him, sending him flying across the ring. Reprobate lands in his corner where Reprobate reaches in and slaps his shoulder. Reprobate quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle and jumps at Hawkins with a cross body. Hawkins catches Reprobate and slams him down hard onto the mat. Hawkins kicks Reprobate towards the corner where Scanlon is anxiously awaiting the tag. The tag is made and Scanlon climbs into the ring. Hawkins and Scanlon stand on opposite sides of Reprobate and drop down simultaneously with elbow drops.

Scanlon makes the cover.

1…

2… Reprobate kicks out!

Adams: I thought it ws over there.

Scanlon stomps Reprobate as he gets up. Scanlon grabs the referee by his shirt and pulls him towards Downs’ corner. Scanlon slaps Downs who then proceeds to try to get at him. The referee holds him back as Scanlon continues to taunt him. While the referee is distracted, Hawkins sneaks into the ring as Reprobate gets back to his feet. Hawkins lifts Reprobate onto his shoulders and hits him with the South Texas Deathride.

Simone: South Texas Deathride!

Hawkins climbs back onto the apron as Scanlon and the referee turn back towards the ring. Scanlon makes the cover.

1…
2… Hawkins cuts off Downs!
3!!!

Justin Decent: Winners of the match… THE ARISTOCRATS!!!

Simone: The Aristocrats pick up a win on their debuts

Adams: They fired out a warning to every team in Sin City Wrestling




Goth's music hits as the legendary wrestler walks out to the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope. He stares at the crowd who are booing him as he chuckles and runs his thumb across his throat before letting everyone know that he wants to have his music end.

Goth: Today I'm not booked, that's ok. I can live with the fact that I'm running a show as well. I can't be everywhere you know.

The crowd boos Goth as he does not respond to them and continues

Goth: Now I know I may not have won at the debut match that I was in, but then again. My sights are set on several people. The SINS!!!

The crowd erupts hearing the name of the gang that once was in the AWA

Goth: Now I know that I'm here being a hard ass and I know that these idiots are ducking me. But come on Gabriel, come on Synn and come on Despayre.... You all know that you want to hide from me, you all know that you just don't want me in here and are mad as hell that my politics allowed the doors to open their gates for me. So why don't you be the cowards that you are and run off to the next federation that you can find... Or just be men for a change and face your ultimate destruction. Either way, I will win.

With that Goth's music hits and the man walks out of the ring smiling as the fans boo him




The screen shows a caption that reads "Earlier Today" before showing a small, average looking family waiting outside the arena for tickets, as they wait a black stretch limo pulls up catching their attention.

SB: Hey dad, who do you think is in that limo?

D: I don't know son, but he must be pretty important.

As the father finishes saying this the door to the limo opens and out steps "Prime Time" Matthew Kennedy who is talking to someone on the phone.

MK: What do you mean I'm not competing tonight?! Don't they know who I am? I'm only the greatest wrestler to come out of England since the bloody Dynamite Kid!

SB: Dad! He's a wrestler! Do you think he'll give me his autograph?

The small boy says with excitement clear in his voice.

D: I don't know, he seems pretty busy.

M: Oh what's the harm Harold? I'm sure he can set some time aside for a fan, go ahead Timmy.

Timmy practically leaps for joy before running up to Matthew who has his back turned to the family as he argues with his agent, his initial attempts to get his attention fail until he tugs on Matthew's expensive jacket, Matthew turns around with a scowl on his face.

MK: How bloody dare you?! Do you know how much this jacket costs?!

T: But........

MK: But what?! You wanted an autograph?! I wouldn't waste my time with an obviously uneducated street urchin like you! Get out of my face!

Timmy runs off crying and Matthew, ignoring the glares from Timmy's parents, angrily hangs up.

MK: Great now my agent's hung up on me! Anyway, greetings SCW I am your newest and by far the greatest wrestler "Prime Time" Matthew Kennedy, I may not be in action this week but I am here to scout the competition all the same and too whoever my first opponent is I'm sorry to say but you are about to be cancelled.

Matthew storms off angrily as the scene fades.




RATTATTATTATTATTA!

The rapid fire knock on the women's dressing room door results in it being swung wide open and the current reigning SCW Bombshell champion snarling.

Kittie: WHAT .... is it?

Her snarl subdues itself into a frown of confusion as standing in front of her is Despayre in a tanned trench coat with a pipe between his lips, holding Angel who is wearing a matching mini trench coat and Sherlock Holmes hat small enough to fit over his plush head. Kittie looks him up and down and arches a lone brow.

Kittie: Do I even want to know?

Despayre: Good evening madam, I am here to check on behalf of your plush friend Snowflake in regards to a crime recently commited last December 4th in 2011.

Kittie: Madam?

Despayre: You are a madam ... correct?

He then blinks and looks down at Angel, then back up at her and flashes an impish smile.

Despayre: Sorry. I mean a miss.

Kittie: Something's amiss here. What's going on?

Despayre leans in and whispers.

Despayre: Angel and I are conducting an investigation in the brutal crime last month against the teddy bear population of SCW. Is Snowflake alright?

Kittie: Why wouldn't she be alright? She's right inside by my locker.

Despayre: Might we come inside to confirm this statement of fact?

Kittie smiles.

Kittie: Have you got a warrant?

Despayre holds up a finger to reply then blinks, and frowns. He pauses a moment and looks back down at the teddy bear in his arms.

Despayre: See? I *told* you we needed one! .... I DID TOO!

Kittie rolls her eyes and sighs.

Kittie: Okay, fine. You can come in and have a quick look if it'll ease your mind.

Despayre: It would miss.

Kittie steps aside and holds the door open and Despayre walks in and looks around. He spots the wintery themed teddy bear seated on the bench in front of the lockers. He closes his eyes and breathes a sigh of relief.

Despayre: Oh thank goodness. I was worried that I....

A loud screech is heard. Despayre jumps and a towel clad Pussy Willow darts back into the shower.

Pussy Willow: Oh my god! What is he doing in here!?

Despayre blushes a deep crimson and turns to leave quickly. He then pauses and darts back over to the shower stalls and looks inside.

Despayre: Sorry!

Pussy Willow: **screeches!!**

Despayre turns and runs out of the dressing room as a bar of soap nearly misses him, leaving Kitty leaning against the lockers and laughing.




Justin: The following contest is a singles match, introducing first, hailing from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, making his Sin City Wrestling debut, he is, Steven Kline

"Superstar" by Saliva blasts through the speakers, and the fans burst in to cheers as Steven Kline walks through the curtains. The fans cheer louder as Kline strolls down the ring, looking around at his surroundings. Kline climbs the steps and in to the ring, raising his hands in the air

Justin: His opponent is from Halifax, Nova Scotia, weighing in at 230 pounds, -- 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 climbs up onto the apron and in to the ring, looking across at Steven Kline

Vs.
SINGLES MATCH

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Kline and Alexander size each other up, circling. False start for a lockup. Blade lunges for a leg-dive takedown but sidestepped by the more-experienced Kline, and slides right back out onto his feet.

The two proceed to trade takedowns, near-falls and counterholds for almost a minute straight- Kline aiming for clean pinfalls, while Blade's shooting to set up submission holds. Neither man seems able to get a clear edge over the other, and the fans - at first caught off-guard by the ‘technical’ flavor - are getting into it.

Simone: Very technical match from these two

Finally, Kline takes the advantage- shoving Blade off the ropes into a simple O’Connor Roll rollup.

1...
2...

Kick out from Blade

Adams: Blade isn't like Paris Hilton, he ain't going down easy

Blade springs up, looking angry with himself for even giving up a ‘two’ (let alone so early) and cinches a side armwringer on Kline. Kline rolls out, but Blade won’t let go, twisting it again. Looking around for an escape, Kline hits a quick leg-trip, and rolls through, catching a hammerlock, and trying for a cross armbreaker.

Simone: Kline is very impressive

Blade calmly lands a foot on the ropes, and the ref calls for a break- which Kline gladly gives. Kline then goes right back to work- sending Alexander into the corner with a chop to the chest, then climbing the ropes for an eyeblink-fast Top Rope Arm Drag Takedown. Alexander rolls through, onto his feet. Kline launches a roundhouse kick to the midsection… caught! Blade has Kline by the ankle and foot- but before he can capitalize, Kline thinks quickly, hopping up on the other leg, and dropping into a roll, countering with an attempted ankle lock of his own!

Adams: Another reversal, these guys are putting on a wrestling lesson out here

By now, Blade’s livid- technique is HIS ‘turf’, and he’s furious at being shown up- he blasts Kline in the head with a kick from the free leg. He rises, and rather than go after a pinfall, Blade turns and throws a devastating Lariat that levels Steven - even dropping Alexander himself to one knee with the momentum.

Simone: Alexander hit him so hard, Kline's future grandkid are feeling it

Blade has control now, and intends to keep it, following up with a Half Nelson, deadlifted into a Backbreaker that sends Kline to the mat, clutching at the small of his back.

Blade circles the fallen Kline, with a vengeful look on his face- and then makes a decision. Lowering one knee pad to expose the knee, he backs up to one corner, and gestures “Come on! GET UP!” at Kline. As Kline finds his way to one knee, Blade charges clear across the ring, barely even slowing down when his knee crashes into Kline’s temple.

Adams: Someone's gonna have a nasty headache in the morning

By now, any pretense of a ‘technical classic’ is going out the window- Blade grabs Kline by the back of the neck and rams him into a turnbuckle- stunning the veteran long enough for Alexander to set him up for a Top Rope Superplex. Before he can finish the deal, Kline catches him with an elbow to the jaw- hard enough to stagger him backwards off the ropes- on his feet, but dazed.

Kline, in command but woozy, goes for broke and springs into a Tornado DDT off the turnbuckles- just missing, and allowing Blade the chance to reverse it into a spinning Sidewalk Slam. Relentlessly pressing his advantage, Blade slaps on a chinlock… holding Kline in place for several knee drops to the back!

Simone: He may be softening Kline up, for some sort of submission hold.

Adams: I’d tap right now!

As the referee calls for him to stop- or face DQ- Blade hauls a groggy Kline to his feet, whipping him into the far ropes. Kline doesn’t make it back off the rebound, falling to the mat.

Blade closes for the kill- starting to set Kline up for a Ranhei… Desperation Back Body Drop by Kline! Alexander slips over the ropes, and tumbles to the mats outside, as Kline drops to one knee, trying to get a second wind going. Meanwhile, the ref is counting Blade out of the ring.

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

Simone: Blade needs to move his ass!

4...
5...

On “Six”, Blade re-enters the ring, rushing Kline with a Running Neckbreaker, for a two count. He goes for a delayed vertical suplex… also a two. Getting up, he short-arms Kline, into a Northern Lights Suplex, and the ref’s hand nearly brushes the mat for “three”, when Kline kicks out. By now, Blade’s expression asks “What do I have to do to put this guy DOWN?”.

Kline, meanwhile looks to be rallying. Shaking his head to clear it, he quickly grabs one of Alexander’s wrists, and drops into an Eat Defeat- ramming his foot into Alexander’s jaw- to get some fighting room. Backing up, he springs across the ring… SPEAR!

Kline immediately follows up with a barrage of mounted punches, waiting until the ref warns him to back off. Now in charge, Kline hauls Alexander to the middle of the ring by the leg, starting the leg-split setup for the Figure Four Leglock- reversed into a Rolling Kneebar by Blade! Unable to reverse it, Kline grabs for the ropes and forces a break of his own.

Alexander is on the attack now, releasing the hold, but stomping away at Kline- hands-on-the-ropes be damned, barely stopping when the ref warns him off with a five-count. He then gets Kline off the ropes by pulling both Kline’s legs by the ankle, effectively whipping him into the air and letting him slam to the mat.

Again, Blade sets up for the Nova Scotia Hangover… and Kline’s still in there, fighting! It’s an awkward angle to throw elbows, but he’s trying… and a weird RUSSIAN LEGSWEEP –type reversal by Kline!

Simone: He’s not on the defensive like this, often, but he still finds those chances- and takes them!

Kline’s in no shape to follow up though- and the ref, having no other options, starts off a ten count.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...

At six, it looks like Kline’s going to be the first one up- he takes a knee and starts to push up- but Blade pounces with a lightning inside rollup that earns him a two count.

Adams: Switching from submissions to going for a quick rollup… Blade just wants this OVER with!

Clamping a waistlock onto Kline, Blade prepares for what looks like a German Suplex. Kline deadweights, preventing the throw, and throws an elbow to Blade’s head that loosens the hold- and possibly a tooth. He then grabs one of the wrists locking him and rolls forward, dragging Alexander into a sort of rollup takedown- one-count, and a reversal by Blade- ONE COUNT!

The two backroll away from eachother, trying to figure out how to finish the other off, as the crowd applauds them for still GOING, this long… Kline and Blade are still going at it, move for move: Kline runs past Alexander, launching himself off the ropes into a Lionsault (2nd Rope Slingshot Moonsault)- Blade charges in and catches Kline over his shoulder- into a powerslam!

1..
2..

Kick out from Kline!

Simone: And just a two, and they could go all night at this rate!

Blade bales Kline over, in a RELEASE German Suplex that has Kline going about 90 MPH… and he rolls out! Barely making it to his feet, he grabs the ropes for support, then drops into an elbow drop that just misses Alexander as he rolls aside. Alexander with a legsweep, that catches the older man off-guard-

Snapmare takeover by Blade, and then a quick punt to the noggin, then hauling him up for an Abdominal Stretch…

Simone: This is old school… and I think Blade’s trying to make a point now

Adams: “This move is as old as YOU are!

…but he can’t quite lock his hands together, allowing Kline to power out, into a quick hiptoss. Alexander gamely rolls to his feet, into a tremendous rolling clothesline that almost knocks Kline clean out of his boots, AND the ring! Kline saves himself by glomming onto the ropes, then springs into another SPEAR…

…RIGHT into a Final Cut DDT from BLADE!

And the cover!

1...
2...
3!

Justin: The winner of the match.... Blade Alexander!!!

Simone: Blade wins!

Adams: This was one hell of a match, I like Kline, he could be a huge part of SCW's future after that showing.




The camera cuts to backstake, where SCW Owners, Christian Underwood and Hot Stuff Mark Ward are seen backstage in a loud discussion.

HS: You are joking right?

Christian: Nope, you hired her for her assets

HS: So not true. So she has big bangers and blonde hair, means nothing

Christian: She walked in your office, bent over and had you handing over a contract before the blood could rush back to your head.

HS: I hired her because she can wrestle

Christian: You hired her because she found her way under your desk

Hot Stuff tilts his head up in thought

HS: Nah...

Christian: You do remember that you're with Angelica, right?

HS: Yes, and no

Christian: Whatcha mean?

HS: Well, you see that team you play for? And I play for a different team? Well, Angie is co-owned by both team and she likes sharing

Christian smiles and winks at Hot Stuff

HS: Wow, wow, wow princess, when I say sharing, I mean she only shares me with people with big bristols and schlong-less below the belt.

Christian: Pity, but I see why you two get along.

A cough is heard off camera, Hot Stuff turns around.

HS: Yeah, I know we're on camera, but this is important, it's not like we're wasting time by running around a ring for fifteen minutes shouldn't "Yeah baby" smilingin like we've just had a night out with Charlie Sheen and pissing off without saying a word

Some fans are heard laughing at this comment. Christian raises an eyebrow

Christian: Can they sue us for that?

HS: Nah, Charlie Sheen's happy to get his name mentioned

Christian: I meant...

HS: Nah, they can't sue us for them confusing people. Anyway, are you telling me you've never hired anyone for their looks?

Christian: So you're admitting it now?

HS: No, I'm asking a question

Christian: No, I've never hired anyone just for their looks

HS: *cough* Justin Decent *cough*

Christian: I hired him because he's talented

HS: Nothing to do with the fact that the first time you met him, he was wearing arse less chaps?

Christian:Well....

Christian tilts his head and smiles, then shakes his head.

Christian: Nope! Not a bit! He worked for where he is. That interview process with him was long and hard.

HS: Yeah I just bet it was! You're worse than I am!

Christian: That is so not true!

HS: Oh yeah? Then explain how Synn 'convinced' you to put that damn teddy bear on the pay roll!

Christian tries to put on his best innocent facade .... and fails ... miserably. Hot Stuff shakes his head.

HS: Seriously, what would Scotty say?

Christian: He was there.

HS: AH-HA!

Christian: Anyway, can we get on with the announcements?

Hot Stuff smiles and he and Christian turns to the camera.

HS: SCW, it mst be your lucky day because we don't have one, but two announcements for ya. Due to the popularity of Sin City Wrestling, thanks to the National E-Wrestling Alliance, the fans that come here and see us regular, and thanks to the internet, our local network in Vegas have given us a weekly TV slot. As of next week, Sin City Wrestling will be on your screens on a weekly basis, twice as much action then before. Not only that, we have signed a contract with a Vegas based internet company, to stream our shows online. Sin City Wrestling is breaking out all over the place thanks to the talent staff, i.e, me and Christian, our talented lackey, Matt, and because of this superstar roster that seems to grow by the day. We thank you for that. SCW has grown quicker then expected, thanks to you all.

Hot Stuff looks at Christian

HS: Can I stop being nice now?

Christian rolls his eyes

Christian: You stopped being nice ten years ago.

Christian looks into the camera.

Christian: The second half of our big announcement is that in two weeks we will be filling the final championship here in Sin City Wrestling. Previously known as the SCW Television title, befitting our origins in Las Vegas, we are now calling it the SCW Roulette Championship. This title will be unique because it will not be defended in any one guarenteed style match. Before every championship defense, the SCW Roulette wheel will be spun, and out of the dozens of possible matches, whatever the wheel stops on, that will be the rules for that evening's championship defense! It could be a Streetfight! A ladder match! Falls count anywhere! Scaffold! Mud pit!

HS: Mud pit!?

Christian: Well it is Las Vegas.

HS shrugs and makes a gagging face.

Christian: The point is, this new rule will add a lot of competition and interest for that championship, and a lot of reasons for the fans to tune in! You'll never know what to expect.

HS: Right, are we done here? Cause you got a midget to meet and I got something to do.

Christian: You mean someone to do, right? Blonde hair, big "bangers"?

Hot Stuff puts a finger up to Christian, trying to come back with something to say. Hot Stuff shakes his head and walks away, leaving Christian smiling

Christian: Boy is he going to be pissed when he finds out she already quit.




Out at ringside, “Back For More” by Five Finger Death Punch is playing, and the monstrous Casey Williams is standing in the middle of the ring pacing. He raises the microphone to his mouth, and then scowls as he looks out into the crowd. He pauses as his music comes to a stop, and the audience dies down in anticipation.

Casey Williams: I’ve been getting these damned text messages for the last two weeks. “We Want YOU!” What does that even mean? Somebody is fucking with me, and I don’t like to be fucked with! Looks like someone wants to fight. You said to meet you in this ring. Well, here I am! Come and get it!

Casey storms over to the ropes, facing the entrance ramp, and he puts his foot on the second rope, waving the mysterious texter into the ring. The audience stays quiet until the open riff to “Killing In the Name Of” by Rage Against The Machine begins playing. After just a few moments, the music stops and Casey yells toward the entrance, stomping his foot with a look of anger and confusion.

Casey Williams: Come on out you coward! What are you waiting for?

Suddenly, there is a loud shouting coming from the speakers, exclaiming “WE WANT YOU!” Those same words appear over the screen in bold red letters. Casey pounds the turnbuckle in frustration, raising the microphone to his lips again.

Casey Williams: What the hell??? Why are we seeing the text message I received flashing on the screen? I am sick and tired of hearing about that message and what it means. So, whoever sent me that message, get your ass down here so I can kick it, right here, right now. I do not care if I am scheduled for a match later on. I will kick your ass, and then I will proceed to kick the asses of my opponents later tonight!

”WE WANT YOU! WE WANT YOU! WE WANT, WANT, WANT, WANT YOOOOOOOOU! KILLING IN THE NAME OF!”

The distorted phrase is blended in with the ever further distorted music as Casey prepares to exit the ring to go toward the curtains. He stops when the Generation X-Treme stable video begins to play over the screen. Red lights flash around the entrance before everything goes black, except for the screen.

”GET READY FOR THE SMACKDOWN!”

A spray painted red N appears over the G in GXT as the lights come back on to “Smackdown” by Thousand Foot Krutch begins playing. On the stage is Spike Staggs, pointing down to Casey as Misty quickly comes out by his left side, and then Jordan Williams appears to his right side. The tandem walks down to the ring, slapping hands. Casey trash talks Spike and Jordan as they come down to the ring apron. They eyeball Casey for a moment before they dash off in separate directions. Each jumps onto one of the six sides, surrounding Casey. He stares down Spike, but then back up to let him in the ring. His trash talk doesn’t cease. Spike rips the microphone from Casey’s hand as Jordan and Misty enter the ring. They join Spike’s side once more, staring Casey down.

Spike Staggs: Casey Williams? WE WANT YOU! We want you to shut your mouth for just a minute, okay?

Spike shrugs his shoulders as the audience erupts into laughter. Casey takes one step closer, but Spike holds up his hands almost in a sort of surrender.

Spike Staggs: You see, we have this little thing here, called The NEW X-Tremes! You see, we have heard Nick Jones and “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward running their mouths about how they were the best part of GXT. I have heard their talk for long enough! What member of GXT was able to claim the longest GXW World Championship reign? Me! Who is responsible for making Mr. Boss what he is, and also boasts a list of accolades that looks more like a book? Jordan Williams! Who had multiple World Championship reigns in GXW? Nick Jones and Mark Ward. I spent so much time being impressed by that until I realized something. That means they lost the belt multiple times. I never lost it.

Spike lowers his microphone for just a moment as he looks at Casey, who now looks just a little confused. Spike takes a step closer, and Casey tenses up, looking down at Spike as they get face to face.

Spike Staggs: You see, Casey, there is a reason you were asked out here tonight. The New X-Tremes have talked it over, and we see something in you. Intelligence? Hmmm, no. Star power? Well, not quite. One big, bad, tough as nails, gritty, twisted, ripped as hell, pissed off sonuvabitch?

Spike doesn’t break the stare with Casey even though he slowly nods his head in the affirmative. He takes just two steps back, and raises the microphone back to his lips.

Spike Staggs: That you are. You are all of those things, but most importantly, you are… potential. You are a fresh face that could be the next big thing here in SCW. If you let us, we can take you, and your career to… New X-Tremes! What do you say, Casey? Do you got the balls?

Casey glares at Spike for another moment, trying to judge Spike’s serious expression. He looks back to Misty and Jordan as well, thinking it over.

Casey Williams: I accept your gracious offer to join your stable, and wish you the best of luck in our match later tonight, even though I will have to kick your ass.

Spike Staggs: Oh, I would regret this offer if you didn’t try your best to do just that, Casey. Welcome to the New X-Tremes!

”Smackdown” by Thousand Foot Krutch begins playing again as Spike extends his hand toward Casey in a friendly display. Casey accepts, and then Jordan and Misty do the same. The four exit the ring together, talking amongst themselves as they make their way to the back.

Simone: Casey Williams has joined Spike, Jordan and Misty in The New Xtremes!

Adams: That is not going to impress Hot Stuff Mark Ward, he must be livid backstage

Simone: Casey Williams will be in action against his new stable mates a little later tonight

Adams: A chance to see what they have just brought in to their group




Gabriel is seen backstage talking to a crew member, when he is approached by Pussy Willow.

Pussy: Gabriel, have you got a minute?

Gabriel tilts his head towards Pussy, quickly looking at her up and down and nods.

Gabriel: Sure, what's up?

Pussy: I wondered if you have anything to say after Goth made a surprise appearence tonight. Have you any thoughts on what he said?

Gabriel: I got lots of thoughts on Goth, but none I can say here without Sin City Wrestling fined. I listened to Goth again, all he had to say. Listened to him come on Climax Control and cheap pop his little two bob show in the AWA. Heard it all before, hell, I've lived that show before, the show full of a game called who has the biggest ego. Goth's AWA show, was basically a pissing contest, who could piss the furthest, so I'm not surprised he shows up here.

Pussy: Goth claimed The Sins are ducking him.

Gabriel: Oh I heard that, I heard that loud and clear, but here's the thing, not all of us are signed to only work supercards here. Regardless of the fact of if I am booked, or not, I'm here. Goth has the right to stroll in and out when he wants, walk down to that ring and talk, but I don't, Despayre don't, Synn don't, we're always here and not hard to find, so who is really ducking who? I'm gonna talk directly to Goth now

Pussy nods

Gabriel: Listen up you make up wearing freak, you wanna keep turning up, running to the ring, talking and disappearing before the Sins can get to you, that's your choice, but you wanna talk about us being men, so I'm gonna put the challenge down to you. You whine and bitch about us, so I'm gonna give you the chance to shut us up, put a loss on a clean tag record, here's what I want you to do. I want you to run on back to that little federation of yours and find yourself a tag partner, I don't care which one. You can bring the old Bulldog guy, that has seen better days, you can bring your world champion, or even that son of a bitch that had so much fun stabbing me with a fork, I don't really care. Bring one, bring all and Despayre and I will see at the next supercard. You wanna prove your tin box federation has more to it then Sin City Wrestling? I recommend you get off your painted ass and bring a guest to this party. We're ready to face our destruction as you put it, are you ready to face yours...?

Gabriel winks at Pussy and the camera cuts to the next segment




Backstage, Raynin is sitting on the floor with woman in black helping her stretch, preparing for her upcoming match as Darknyss sits on a crate beside them. The pair stand and Raynin climbs on a pair of crates and stretches herself out in the chinese splits between them, breathing deeply as she balances herself. As she's perched on the crates, Rocky Mountains decides to come up and stand beside Darknyss.

"Wow... She's really limber isn't she."

Darknyss nods slowly and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, she's doing pretty well. Though I think she could get a little more of a stretch with some work. What do you want Rocky?"

She shakes her head as if to try and bring herself out of a reverie.

"Oh, yeah... I just had a few questions for Raynin about her upcoming match."

Raynin chuckles and looks up as she turns her hips and moves from a chinese split into a regular split.

"Then don't you think you should be talking to me instead of just watching me get ready?"

Rocky stammers a bit and walks over, pulling out a microphone.

"Well then, let's start with this. Cookie S'mores is certainly a formidable opponent. Do you think you're ready to step up to someone who certainly has so much of a physical advantage over you?"

Raynin smirks and slides her hands down her thighs as she keeps holding herself upright on the crates using just her legs.

"Physical advantage means nothing to me. So she's taller and bigger than me. So what. If she weren't so formidable an opponent, I wouldn't be so excited about facing her. I'm ready to step in the ring against her and show her exactly why we're called bombshells, cause when I step into the ring against her, it's gonna be explosive!"

Rocky nods slowly and watches as Raynin turns her hips and starts to stretch in the splits with her hips in another direction.

"So, what do you have to say about Cookie calling the Bombshells Barbie Dolls?"

Raynin shakes her head and takes a deep breath before she speaks.

"I think that's just a cop out. The Bombshells are so far from being Barbie Dolls that to try and call them that, it's pathetic. Sure Kittie and Misty are little bits, but the rest of us who have been here for a while aren't. Angelica's 155 pounds, Fantasia was 130... I think she's just pissed that someone so much smaller than her can be just as intimidating as she, and not just cause she's bigger, but because of her skills. And I for one can't wait to show her just what a so called 'Barbie Doll' can actually do in the ring."

Rocky nods slowly and takes a deep breath before she asks another question.

"So, you think she's full of crap basically with this Barbie Doll business?"

Raynin turns her hips back to the chinese splits, and slowly pulls her legs together, her body being pushed straight up as she uses her legs to pull the crates together till she is standing atop them, which makes Rocky back up until she's standing in front of the crates. She bends at the waist and puts her hands on the crates and flips off of the crates to stand beside her.

"Yeah she's full of crap. But if she wants to call us Barbie Dolls, then I'll be a Barbie Doll. I'll be Commando Barbie. Also known as Cookie S'mores' worst nightmare. Now, if you'll excuse us, I've got to finish getting ready."

Raynin turns to pick up her bottle of water and freezes as she sees a foggy figure standing in the distance. As the figure becomes more visible, we see it's the old woman from the desert. She's standing there, beckoning towards Raynin with a finger. Raynin blinks and the figure of the old woman disappears. Darknyss feels a hand on her shoulder and she shrieks and jumps around, looking around wildly. The hand is Darknyss's hand and she frowns down at her friend and mentee.

"Hey... You ok? You're white as a ghost."

Raynin nods and stammers, wipin a hand across her forehead.

"Yeah... yeah, I'm alright. Come on, let's go."

The trio of women start to walk off, leaving Rocky standing there, looking confused.




After a quick break, the camera cuts to the backstage area where Miss Rocky Mountains now stands alongside Cookie S'Mores.

Miss Rocky: Fans, I am standing alongside one of the newest aquisitions to the SCW Bombshell roster in Cookie S'Mores. Cookie, you're about to set foot inside of the ring with one of the premiere challengers for the Bombshell Championship in Raynin, but you said something about her recent promo irked you?

Cookie: Yes, and truth be told, I'm not easy to get irritated. I'm a big girl. I like to have fun, as you might have seen.

Miss Rocky: I know our own Justin Decent can attest to that.

Cookie laughs.

Cookie: Exactly! And Raynin did make the attempt to acknowledge my views on women'ss wrestling, and even spoke of me with something resembling respect which I have to admit ccaught me off guard, but then she goes and gets smart with me, simply because I made a mistake on Mickie James's last name? Well maybe she should check her own facts if she's going to be a little miss smart ass know it all.

Miss Rocky: How do you mean?

Cookie rolls her eyes.

Cookie: I mean those supposed facts she started listing after she took it upon herself to correct me. Newsflash Raynin, dear. Fiji's name was Mountain Fiji, not Big Fiji -- and neither of them ever held the GLOW championship even once, let alone these mythical mutiple reigns she spoke of. And Jacquelyn beat a man to hold the WWE Cruiserweight championship, not the Smoky Mountain. So much for all that respect you held for her, huh? Now, just back yourself up little girl, and keep that mouth shut. You're about to learn something about that very same word -- respect!

Cookie walks off camera and Miss Rocky glances down and frowns. She looks around and sighs.

Miss Rocky: She stole my donuts!




Justin Decent: Our next match, is a Bombshell match. Introducing first from Laughlin, Nevada , and weighing in at 240lbs, she is....

COOKIE S'MORES!!!!!!

"Cream" by Prince starts playing over the sound system and the crowd laughs and cheers as the rotund Bombshell, Cookie S'Mores steps out onto the entrance stage, adorned in a violet ankle-length robe lined with feathers. She pauses at the top and smiles knowingly, looking out to the fans. She pulls open her robe to reveal her wrestling lingerie and shakes her chest as she lets the robe fall to her feet. Cookie then struts dwn to the ring, flirting with the men in the audience and blowing them kisses. She walks up the steps to the ring apron where she slowly stepping through the ropes where she shakes her ample backside for all to see. She then climbs the rest of the way through and lowers herself to her knees where she crawls on all fours toward Justin, the ring announcer. She stands up and rubs herself against him before walking to her corner where she waggles her tongue out at the camera.

Justin Decent: Ahem! And her opponent Residing in Las Vegas, Nevada as well weighing in at 145lbs she is

RAYNIN!!!!!!

The camera flashes around the crowd, as Because of You by Nickelback plays over the PA, panning in and out, stopping just long enough to get glimpses of excited people in the crowd until it stops finally on the stage where Raynin stands, legs spread slightly, looking out over the audience with a confident smirk. She nods slowly, and then raises her fist high in the air. She brings her fist down into a salute, and then starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring. She jumps onto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle, and lifts her fist in the air. She brings her hand down and salutes the crowd before she hops down into the ring and goes to another turnbuckle climbs it and throws her fist in the air, then brings it down in a salute. She jumps down into the ring and leans back on the turnbuckle, waiting for the ref to call for the bell and the match to start.

Vs
BOMBSHELL MATCH

DING-DING-DING

The bell rings and Cookie runs at Raynin like a bull loose in a China shop. Raynin ducks under what is sure to be a vicious clothesline and starts delivering quick kicks to Cookie’s shins and calves. Raynin jumps onto a nearby turnbuckle and attempts a quick cross body but is met by the grasp of Cookie’s arms. Holding onto Raynin, Cookie jumps up and falls to the mat, crushing Raynin in the process. Cookie goes for the pin

1….

2….

Kickout…

Simone: Too early for that

Raynin proceeds to roll away from Cookie S’mores sliding out of the ring. Cookie gives chase to Raynin as the ref starts the 10 count, only for Raynin to slide back into the ring and run against the far ropes and come running at Cookie with a baseball slide while Cookie is trying to climb onto the ring apron.

1…

2…

3…

4…

5…

Adams: These two better get back in the ring soon

Cookie stumbles back but doesn’t fall, and Raynin repeats, bouncing off the ropes and attempting a second baseball slide. Cookie however spins ungracefully out of the way and Raynin slides right out of the ring onto the floor. Picking Raynin up Cookie proceeds to scoop her up, and charges the corner, slamming Raynin into the steel post. With both Raynin and S’mores outside, the ref starts the count up again.

1…

2…

Cookie picks Raynin up and rolls her back into the ring.

3…

4…

Cookie walks over to the steps and walks up them as the ref’s count increases to six and she steps back into the ring. Raynin is back onto her feet and both women run at each other, Raynin side steps allowing Cookie to go straight past her, and bounces off the ropes and missile drop kicks Cookies legs out from under her. Cookie falls to her knees, and Raynin comes bouncing off the ropes in front of her and delivers a powerful shoulder block sending Cookie to the mat.

Adams: How'd that little chick knock her off her feet like that?

Raynin grabs Cookie by the hair and pulls her off her back and on to her feet. Raynin grabs Cookie's head and steps in with a back elbow to the jaw. Cookie holds her face but Raynin grabs her head and hooks her in a front facelock before spinning around and dropping Cookie with a spinning neckbreaker. Raynin goes for the cover but Cookie instantly pushes her off and gets back to a knee. Raynin springs to her feet and kicks Cookie in the shoulder. Cookie holds her arm, but Raynin drags Cookie back to her feet, forcing the bigger woman back in to the corner. Raynin steps back and runs towards Cookie, jumping up in the air and nailing the big woman with a huge dropkick across Cookie's chest. Cookie stumbles out and Raynin steps back, throwing an elbow towards Cookie, but Cookie grabs her and spins her around and plants Raynin in the corner. Cookie turns around and uses her size advantage to jump backwards and squash Raynin in the corner.

Adams: That's gotta hurt

Cookie turns around and steps out of turns back to back Raynin in the corner. Cookie charges at Raynin, jumping in the air and landing with a huge splash, crushing Raynin in the corner! Raynin drops down to a seated position and Cookie steps out of the corner and sees Raynin down on the floor, Cookie steps backwards, moving her rear close to Raynin, but Raynin smartly rolls out of the corner and out of the way

Adams: Very smart from Raynin

Simone: She could have had a face full then

Adams: Just the thought of that, makes me feel seasick

Raynin quickly pulls herself up the ropes and waits for Cookie to turn around. As Cookie turns around, Raynin jumps up and nails her with a spinning heel kick, right on the jaw of Cookie. Raynin quickly springs back to her feet and runs towards Cookie, jumping in the air and catching her with a flying spinning back elbow. Cookie crashes down to the canvas and Raynin jumps up, standing next to her. Raynin turns her back on Cookie, standing next tgo her and jumps backward with a standing moonsault! Raynin stays on top for the pin.

1..
2...

Cookie kicks out

Adams: Cookie showing power

Raynin picks Cookie back to her feet, and throws Cookie towards the ropes, but Cookie reverses it and sends Raynin flying in to the ropes. As Raynin returns, Cookie drops her head and Raynin tries for a sunset flip. As Raynin lands on her back, Cookie drops down, crushing Raynin's chest under her weight!

Simone: Ouch!

Adams: Cookie just turned Raynin's melons in to pancakes!

Cookie gets off Raynin and lifts her to her feet and scoops Raynin up and drops her with a bodyslam. Raynin rolls over, holding her chest from the earlier move. Raynin rolls towards the ropes, but Cookie quickly follows her and pulls Raynin to her feet again. Cookie wraps her arms around Raynin and jumps over with a huge belly to belly suplex

Adams: Ouch. Cookie used all her weight on that one.

Cookie gets to her feet and starts strutting around the ring, causing the fans to cheer. Raynin gets to her feet and Cookie runs towards her, Raynin ducks out of the way and Cookie steps past. Raynin jumps up and nails Cookie with a huge kick to the back of the head, causing Cookie to fall forward, holding her head. Raynin gets up and stands with her back to the ropes, As Cookie gets up, Raynin pounces and nails Cookie with a spinning DDT

Simone: Spinning DDT!

Adams: I like spinning things, except the tea cup thing at Disney World, I get dizzy on those

Raynin goes for a cover

1...
2..

Cookie kicks out

Adams: Very even match so far

Cookie pulls herself up to her feet and Raynin pounces on Cookie, but Cookie lifts her up in the air and drops Raynin across the top rope, catching her throat first. Raynin bounces backwards and Cookie catches Raynin from behind and round the throat. She chokes Raynin before spinning her around and throwing her across the ring. Raynin lands hard on her back and rolls towards the corner. Cookie charger towards her, and jumps in the air, attempting bronco buster, but Raynin jumps out of the way at the last second, causing Cookie to slam in to the bottom rope. Raynin quickly springs on to the top rope, above Cookie. Raynin jumps down and nails Cookie with a double foot stomp across the chest!

Simone: Simply Breathtaking!

Adams: That was brutal!

Raynin goes for the cover

1..
2....
3!

Justin Decent: The winner of the match....Raynin!

Simone: Raynin beats another our Bombshells

Adams: This woman is on a roll!




Backstage Misty is seen standing outside a locker room. She is leaning against the wall, talking on her cell phone.

Misty: Dixie, I’m serious! It’s past her bedtime already…I don’t care if she throws a fit. I’m not going to let you spoil her…Ugh, just put her on the phone.

Misty runs her hand through her hair, looking frustrated.

Misty: Hey, baby girl, are you being good for Aunt Dixie?...It sounds like it, but sweetie, it’s time for you to go to bed…Daddy and I will be home tomorrow and Daddy will read you a story then, okay?...Okay, put Aunt Dixie back on the phone.

Misty laughs and shakes her head. Down the hall, she spots Jamie Staggs and Kittie, and a look of horror appears on her face.

Misty: Dixie…I, uh, gotta call you back.

Misty ends the call and slides her phone in her pocket, her eyes never moving away from whatever she is looking it. The terrified look remains on her face.

Misty: Why are you here?! What the hell do you want from me?!

Kittie and Jamie suddenly look towards her, both confused at her sudden outburst. Kittie can tell Misty is not looking directly at her, but at someone behind her. Kittie looks behind her, but no one is there. She then looks back toward Misty.

Misty: Leave me alone! Just leave me the hell alone!

Misty stumbles back as she turns around and runs off down the hall. The locker room door opens and Spike walks out, looking just as confused as Kittie and Jamie.

Spike: What the hell happened?

Kittie and Jamie both shrug their shoulders, showing they have not a clue what that was all about. Spike looks down the hall, but Misty has already disappeared.

Spike: Well isn’t this just great…

He scratches his forehead, then disappears back inside his locker room.




"SCW roving reporter and the wet dreams of pimply faced teenage boys across the world, stepped into the room with the soft click of her six inch stilleto heels the only sound made save for the heavy breathing. She was a vision with her cocoa brown hair piled atop her head and the glasses perched onn the bridge of her nose, giving her that ever wise, ever teasing look about her.

She was a vision of loveliness, dressed tastefully in a white ensemble of dress blouse with the top three buttons popped open to give an ample display of her more ample boobies, er...bust. Bosoms? Alas. Her blouse matched the mini skirt and scarf tied loosely about her soft neck. I watched as she walked over to the lone chair in the room and she had a seat.

Miss Rocky: And what exactly can I do for you detective?

"Oh she was a cool one. Her attitude was coy and innocent, but she had a heat about her that could melt butter. And those legs. Made me wonder just what put the bop in the bop she bop bop bop."

Despayre: Angel! Please! We're on a job!

"My mistake. Please accept my humblest apologies, and the sincerest desire to see you ride a bicycle down a bumby road."

Despayre: ANGEL!

"My apologies."

Miss Rocky: Not at all.

Miss Rocky tilted her head back and laughed lightly.

"A laugh that sent chillls down my ... well I suppose i should fib and say spine or else my assistant will have a conniption."

Despayre: Thank you!

"Weenie."

Despayre: I heard that!

Despayre moved from behind the desk and shomped down on a chocolate cigar as he circled the suspect, his hands clasped behind his back and playing the role of tough cop. He lunged forward and put his hands on the armrests of her chair.

Despayre: Where were you on ...

Hiss hand slippedd and he fell forward with a yelp, his face becoming entombed in the hefty canyon that was the cleavage of the young reporter. He jumped back and wiped at his face blindly, eyes closed.,/font>

"Lucky bastard."

Despayre: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Miss Rocky: That's alright detective. Would you care for this back?

She pulled the chocolate cigar from her cleavage and handed it over to a now very red-faced Despayre who sheepishly accepted it with a light 'thanks' and he hurried back over to the table where his superior would take over.

"As my assistant asked, where were you on the night of December 4, 2011?"

She smiled as she leaned back in her chair, running her fingers along her thigh.

Miss Rocky: I can answer that easily enough detective. I was in Las Vegas.

Despayre: Ah ha!

"What ah ha?"

Despayre: Just what exactly was she doing in Las Vegas, hm?

Miss Rocky: Working.

"Working it?"

Miss Rocky: No, working. I am the backstage reporter for Sin City Wrestling after all. That was the night we worked the show.

Despayre: What show?

"Climax Control."

Despayre: Cheap plug.

"And did you notice anything unusual during this time? particularly when it came to the dressing room of the Sins stable?"

Despayre: Well when I walked in I noticed Synn playing leapfrog with Sean Williams but Synn's not a very good player because he got stuck and kept trying and trying and I think he was hurting Sean because...

"Not you! Her!"

Despayre: Oh!

"Did you notice anything Miss Peakes?"

Despayre: Mountains.

"What?"

Despayre: They're not peakes, they're mountains.

"I'd like to get a peak at her mountains."

Despayre: ANGEL!

Detective Joshua looked back to the witness.

Despayre: So... did you see anything unsual? The perp of this crime simply must be caught!

Miss Rocky: I'm aware.

She shifted her shoulders uncomfortably.

Miss Rocky: I have a teddy bear myself, at home, and I would want her protected at all costs. if anything were to happen to her, I would be beside myself. But I am sorry. I did not see anything. Whoever did this foul deed miust surely be a sneaky individual.

Despayre: Sneaky ... and wicked!

Miss Rocky: Indeed.

"So if you hear of anything, anything at all, you'll call us?"

Detective Joshua stepped forward and offered her a laminated card. She smiled as she accepted it and squeezed it between her bosoms, eliciting a squeeky noise.

Miss Rocky: I'd be delighted to be of help.

She leaned back and started to cross her legs...

Despayre: AWK! Close your eyes Angel! You'll lose your innocence!

"This is what I get for working with an amateur."




Outside the office of Christian Underwood, James Huntington-Hawkes III and Simpson converse.

JHHIII: I want my title back now Simpson

Simpson: Sir, we have a meeting with Mr Underwood very shortly.

JHHIII: Then, when I get my title back from that stupid, stupid bear, I want to beat up that Casey guy! I'm going to beat up that Casey guy!

Simpson: Sir, do you think that is a wise move? Mr. Casey Williams is three times your size.

JHHIII: I don't care, he insulted me Simpson, he said I suck! I do not suck Simpson, he does, him and the rest of these people around here. Everyone from the top of the federation, to the bottom of the federation sucks. I don't suck! I am better then him

Simpson: Indeed you are sir

Simpson turns away from James, his eyebrow raised

JHHIII: He said I'm all talk and no action! I'm action Simpson, I am like that Superman guy, I can beat people like Casey. I called everyone out cause they all stink, they don't deserve houses and cars!

Simpson: But master James, your training hasn't begun yet. Miss Jameson will be working with you shortly

JHHIII: I don't need some battle scared hag to help me beat people Simpson!

Simpson: Sir, she is the opposite of a battle scared hag, she's quiet breathtaking

JHHIII: I can still beat Casey! Just cause I got his name wrong, he wants to act like a baby! Wah, wah, wah, I should have called him Big Baby Casey instead of Big Bad Casey!

Simpson: Dealing with the matters at hand master James, it is now time for our meeting with Mr Underwood

JHHIII: Good

James barges in to Christian's office, without even knocking and walks straight up to the desk, where Christian, unfazed by the intrusion, looks up at James, but James just sits down in front of Christian and puts his elbows on the table

Simpson: Pardon the intrusion Mr Underwood, but he have our meeting now

JHHIII: He knows that Simpson, but I want my title back! I want my title back from that bear. It's my universal title!

Christian: Angel beat you fair and square

JHHIII: He did not! He cheated! He had my tights!

Christian: You wasn't wearing tights

JHHIII: But... but... I was robbed, he cheated me! I wasn't ready to face him and he cheated me! That referee didn't like me either, I demand they are fired for their part in this conspiracy!

Christian: That's not going to happen

JHHIII: But he cheated! Your referee robbed me, and stole my title. I want my title back, so here's what I'm going to do

James reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a wad of cash and puts it on the desk in front of Christian. Christian shakes his head.

Christian: No..

JHHIII: I'm a former champion, I deserve a rematch! You have to!

Christian raises his eyebrows.

Christian: Have to?

JHHIII: That's right! Have to! I am a former champion and as a former champion I deserve...

Christian: Jack squat!

JHHIII blinks and frowns.

JHHIII: Excuse me?

Christian: You heard me you little titmouse.

JHHIII's face flushes a bright pink and he points a forefinger at Christian.

JHHIII: You insulted me! How dare you...WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA JUST WHO I AM!?

Christian leans over and looks at Simpson.

Christian: Exactly how many hostesses at Dennys have heard him utter those same words?

Simpson tries to stop a snicker but fails before he can subdue it. JHHIII turns and stares at the big man before he turns around and Christian leans back in his chair, fiddling with a pen in his fingertips.

Christian: Let me make this clear so that even a Justin Bieber wannabe such as yourself...

JHHIII: I DO NOT LOOK LIKE JUSTIN BIEBER!

Christian: Sure you don't. But let me go on. Let me make this clear exactly why I don't have to give you anything. You see, you are not a SCW Champion. You were never a SCW Champion.

JHHIII: I am a former...

Christian: That so-called Universal championship is not, was not, and has never been a sanctioned SCW Championship, so as such, I do NOT have to treat you to the same perks as any other former SCW Champion! You do NOT qualify for any kind of rematch clause! Not only for that reason, but face facts... there wasn't a rematch clause in your contract. Oops on your part.

JHHIII starts to say something, then stops, then starts again... then stops. He looks like a fish before he takes a step up to the desk and rests his hands on it and leans in.

JHHIII: I don't care WHAT you say! I am James Huntington-Hawkes III and I get whatever the heck I want! I get...

Christian: You get out of my face little girl, unless you want to lose your own.

JHHIII spins around and points at Simpson.

JHHIII: You heard him! He just threatened me! Deal with him Simpson!

Simpson: Sir...

JHHIII: You heard me! Do it!

Simpson sighs and takes a step aside from a now smug looking JHHIII and Christian leans forward in his chair, not taking his eyes off of the big man.

Christian: Really. You? You think I'm afraid of you? have you even MET my husband?

JHHIII: Psht! No! Who's your precious little hubby?

Voice: I am!

Simpson and JHHIII turn around and find themselves staring down the always intense form of "the Big Pump" Scott Screiner. JHHIII swallows heavily and immediately steps behind Simpson as Scott steps into the room and removes his shades.

Scott: These ass munchers making trouble for you Chrissy?

Christian: No. Not at all. They were just leaving.

Simpson looks back over his shoulder at the shaking and pale JHHIII who is staring at the Big Pump, clutching at Simpson's arm. JHHIII nods towards the door and the pair slowly step around Scott and inch towards the door.

Christian: Oh, for the record Mister hawkes. Your rematch will get scheduled.

JHHIII jumps from behind Simpson.

JHHIII: Really!? I....

Scott leans in and snarls at the petite 'grappler' and the rich kid darts back behind Simpson who escorts him from the room. Scott turns and looks at Christian who is stuffing that roll of bills in his shirt pocket.

Scott: Who the hell was that!?

Christian: That Bieber kid. I guess he's fallen on hard times after that paternity suit.

Scott: Someone slept with that?

Scott shudders involuntarily.




Justin: The following contest is a triple threat match, scheduled for one fall!

The lights in the arena go out and "Taking You Down" by Egypt Central hits the P.A. system.

Justin: Introducing first! From Houston, Texas, weighing 204 pounds ... Eric Collum!

The fans in the arena jump to their feet in an explosion of cheers as Eric Collum steps out onto the stage. He pauses at the top of the ramp to acknowledge the cheering audience before making his way down to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and jumps to the middle turnbuckle in the nearest corner, takes off his T-shirt and throws it into the sea of outstretched arms, playing to the crowd and soaking up their approval. He drops down and waits in the center of the ring while the lighting returns to normal and his music slowly fades.

Simone: An energetic looking young man. He has the crowd behind him but what can he do in the ring?

Justin: From Christchurch, New Zealand, weighing 225 pounds ... JC Bloodstone!

The lights begins to fade as Super Beast by Rob Zombie begins to blast out over the arena, It then all the search lights in the arena glow red and all begin to point towards the entrance way where none other than “The Hardcore Phoenix” JC Bloodstone stands his heavily tattooed upper body exposed his long black greasy hair hangs in front of his face his slowly raises his steely blue eyes looking out onto the crowed slowly he raises both his hands into the air for a moment before he begins to make his way down towards the ring. JC slides into the ring and makes his way over the far side and takes a seat on the top rope completely ignoring the crowd.

Adams: That guy has the look where he'd bite a rattlesnake a dozen times before it got him even once.

Justin: Finally, from parts unknown, weighing 300 pounds, he is one-half of the SCW Tag Team Champions ... 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 suddenly Eric is ambushed from behind by JC and the bell rings!

Vs. Vs. Eric Collum
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH

Rage charges right past the fallen Eric, and he delivers a boot to JC's gut, doubling him over, then hits a swift short-arm clothesline. Rage then goes after Eric who is returning to his feet and the two trade punches, and the larger and angrier Rage quickly gets the upper hand.

Simone: Not exactly the smartest move to trade punches with a man like Rage.

Rage grabs Eric by the arm and Irish whips him into the ropes and Eric comes off for a cross body but Rage catches him and delivers a powerslam.

1.....
2.....kickout by Eric.

Adams: Do you suppose not getting a pin that fast upsets Rage?

Simone: Running out of non dairy creamer at Starbucks upsets Rage.

Adams: Me too!

Rage drags Eric up and heaves him out of the ring, and JC runs up from behind and drives his knee into Rage's kidney area. JC then slaps on a reverse DDT and makes the cover, hooking Rage's near leg.

1.....
2.....Rage kicks out.

Simone: The Sin of Wrath has to be careful. He almost got caught unaware.

Adams: And then try to imagine how he'd be reacting.

Simone: I'd prefer not.

JC starts stomping and punching Rage. He throws Rage into the corner and runs in, hitting a flying senton against the big man that sends him down to his backside in the corner. JC then stomps on Rage, driving him down to the canvas and chokes him with a boot shoved against the throat. The referee pulls him off but not for long and JC brushes the official off and returns to start his assault on Rage again. Bloodstone pulls him from the corner when Rage grabs him by the throat and hauls him up and back into the corner himself and then proceeds to explode on the smaller, hardcore grappler with fists to the head and kicks to the midsection!

Adams: Yeah I think Rage is having a tiff!

Rage then tosses Bloodstone to the outside through the ropes and follows. Eric Collum attacks JC as he lands, pulling him up and beats his head off of the announce table. The referee, Drew Patton, has lost all control of the match, and decides to just let them brawl!

Simone: The referee loses control of the match! Who else is surprised?

Adams: You're surprised? Referees are ALWAYS... oh. You were being sarcastic. I gotcha!

Eric whips JC into the barricade, and lands a couple shots to his ribs. Collum then turns around and Rage clotheslines him to the arena floor. He does the cut-throat sign, and he sets Collum up for a piledriver onto the concrete but Eric powers out and reverses it with a back body drop onto the unforgiving floor! JC then clubs Collum from behind and sends him into the post! Bloodstone rolls Rage back into the ring, and covers him.

1.....
2.....kickout.

JC then goes to the top rope but Eric jumps up and pushes him, and Bloodstone goes flying off and smacks right off of the barricade!

Simone: Bad fall for Bloodstone!

Adams: You kidding? That's a day at the circus for this guy.

Eric then climbs the turnbuckle and leaps off, landing on Rage with a shooting star press.

1.....
2.....Rage kicks out.

Eric takes Rage and throws him into the corner. Eric runs in but JC Bloodstone catapults off of the ropes and takes Collum over with a hurricanrana!

Simone: I can't believe he's up so fast after that fall!

Adams: Told ya ... circus!

Rage kicks JC in the gut, and then throws Bloodstone back into the corner and stomps a mudhole in him. Rage then tucks JC's head between his thighs and heaves him up and over in an alley oop! bomb, planting him face-first to the mat! Rage covers him.

1.....
2..... JC kicks out!

Rage sets JC's head between his knees and this time drives him down with a jacknife powerbomb!

1.....
2.....Eric comes off the middle rope with a leg drop across the back of Rage's head!

Simone: Great save!

Collum then grabs Rage from behind and jumps, hooking his feet under Rage's arms and rolls him back into a pin!

1.....
2.....Rage gets free!

Eric hits a side Russian leg sweep on Rage. Eric grabs Rage and goes for an Irish whip but Rage reverses it and hits a spine buster! Rage stands up and bellows in anger, eliciting cheers from the fans, when JC hits Rage with a flying Thesz press from the top rope! Bloodstone with the cover!

1.....
2.....Rage powers out!

Rage is right up and JC swings, connecting with a left to the jaw. Rage staggers back but answers right back with a right hand shot of his own! The two engage in a slugfest, trading hard blows to each others faces until Rage blocks a right hand and grabs him in a bearhug and throws him over with an overhead suplex -- only to have Eric plant him from behind with a bulldog!

Simone: This is getting to be chaos!

Adams: That's why I love watching Triple Threats!

Simone: As opposed to being in them?

Adams: Pretty much. Chaos is fine and dandy so long as one isn't actually *in* the chaos.

Eric runs right up the corner and jumps off with a flying moonsault, crushing Bloodstone. Eric leaps to his feet and the crowd rallies behind the young and exciting newcomer! Eric goes outside of the ring and gets on the apron. He jumps onto the ropes and takes aim down onto the fallen Bloodstone! the fans cheer as Eric jumps from his perch and hits a 360 splash!

Adams: Aerial Revolution!

Eric goes for the cover!

1.....
2..... Rage grabs Eric and drags him off of Bloodstone and throws him harshly through the ropes and to the floor! Rage then scoops JC up and plants him with a choke slam! Rage with the cover!

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

The crowd cheers as Rage stands up and raises his arms in victory.

Justin: The winner of the match ... Rage!

Simone: What an ending! Rage played it crafty and waited until Eric did the majority of the damage and then he finished JC Bloodstone off with the chokeslam and picked up the win!

Adams: Pretty easy to see... wait wait wait! Look!

Sean Williams slides inside of the ring and grabs Rage's raised arm and drags it back down. Rage turns around and Sean gets right in his face and the two begin exchanging heated words.

Adams: What is Sean doing out here?

Simone: Well as I understand it, he and his partner are set to challenge for the tag team championships and he apparently has something to say to one of the champions right here and now.

Sean indeed is right in Rage's face but the tag champion simply raises his half of the gold in the air, and then just puts his huge paw on Sean's face and shoves him back and the smaller man lands on his backside.

Adams: Oo! Embarassing!

Rage turns to make his exit when Sean gets right back up and he pulls the belt from Rage's grasp. Rage turns around and Sean slams the gold right into the big man's head, knocking him down!

Simone: Oh DAMN did he just send a message!

Sean looks at the gold and drops the belt right onto Rage and then exits the ring, leaving the tag champion to his own the fans cheer.

Simone: I know the fans are suppporting both of those men but what position will this put Synn in?

Adams: A limber one I imagine.




The scene opens to the SCW crowd cheering and making noise. The camera pans around, showing various fans with home-made signs and SCW-related facepaint. As the lights blacken out, causing confusion and noise from the crows, the camera then shakily cuts to the titan tron, as the familiar, intimidating opening notes to Moonlight Sonata begin to play. On the titan tron, the blank screen transforms into a dark, starry, rainy night, and nothing but the sight of a lone crow can be seen. It caws and flys away, the screen reading in a Star Wars-like fashion—

"HE'S COMING. HE'S A MONSTER. HE'S MERCILESS. HE'S UNSTOPPABLE. HE'S THE GREATEST PHYSICAL SPECIMEN TO EVER COME TO THE SCW."

The words continue to roll.

"HE'S A FORCE LOOKING TO CLAIM WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY HIS: RESPECT, CHAMPIONSHIPS, MONEY. HE IS... HE IS..."

The titan tron quickly cuts to black. A downright scary laugh is heard. Fire explodes from the turnbuckles and the lights reappear. Nothing happens, causing everyone to wonder who the newest addition to Sin City Wresting will be.




The camera cuts from the announcers to a pair of eyes that are deep in thought. The camera pulls back to reveal Kain, fully dressed in his gear and is waiting to go. The crowd immediately recognizes him and showers him with a chorus of boos. Ariel is standing next to her man, holding him close and rubbing his stomach and chest, obviously pleased with her man as Ms. Rocky Mountains begins the interview process.

Rocky: Kain, after a two-year sabbatical, the time for your arrival is imminent. For the past two weeks, you have seem to show venom and anger, causing some of your foes to feel angered in return. What are your thoughts on the match and what will happen afterwards? What will you and Ariel do while you are here in Sin City Wrestling?

Kain lowers his eyes and glares at Rocky, who cannot help but shiver. He looks away from her, staring into a different world as he begins to speak.

Kain: Rocky, after going through a lot of highs and lows for the past two years, the time for my first strike is certainly at hand! You are right, Rocky; I have spewed rage and venom towards my new adversaries and they all deserved to be spat on and humiliated! I deserve NOTHING but the best in any place that I allow my presence to be in and no one, not even the fans, should be expecting anything less out of me! But while this is a show, guaranteed to entertain millions that tune in every week, let's face it; I am the only man worthy of accomplishing that on a daily basis. Not a single, pitiful worm can stand next to me and claim the same right! Five fools, whether ally or enemy, are only causing further harm by standing in my way. This won't be either Casey or Nick's moment in the spotlight this week. In fact, it will be ME that's going to hog the spotlight and will keep it for himself! I have NOTHING to fear from witless douchbags like Jordan, Wyatt, and Spike, three men who tried oh so hard to put up a fight, yet failed to make an impression out of a fighter like me! This week, they are about to find out, the hard way, why I am The King. Your achievements, looks, or whatever else you hold on doesn't mean a fucking thing to me! Tonight will be the night that you will all truly witness greatness for the very first time in your non-significant lives! Be ready, ally or enemy...be ready to bow to the king once and for all! After that, tonight will be the start of a new era, the Era Of The King, where I will soon be the greatest champion to ever exist in the halls of the SCW! That, Rocky, is my plan for the future! How will I get there? That's for me to know and the rest of you and these mindless fools to find out! Now if you'll excuse me, I am in the mood to start kicking ass and take a few names in the process!

Ariel takes Kain by the hand and the couple walk away without a second glance back at Rocky, who lowers down the microphone and cannot help but stare after them as it cuts away.




The scene shows Pussy Willow backstage with Casey Williams.

Pussy Willow: Casey, I just wanted to get your thoughts about your upcoming 6 man tag team match, where you are teaming with Kain and Nick Jones, and facing the trio of Spike Staggs, Jordan PS Williams and Wyatt Peterson."

Casey: Well Ms. Willow, I will tell you that I am excited to be in the main event, and like I told Rocky before, that I am going to do whatever it takes to win this match, and prove to the world that i am as good as I say I am. After the show, I would like to take you home and get to know you better."

Pussy Willow: I do not think me going home with you would be a good idea where we work for the same company.

The scene fades as Casey walks away disappointed.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for your 6 man tag, main event. Introducing first from Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing in at 375 pounds -- Casey Williams!

"Back for More" by Five Finger Death Punch plays and Casey Williams comes down the ramp on his Harley Davidson Fatboy and as he rides down the ramp, his pyros go off in such a fashion that it looks like the 4th of July fireworks in New York City. Casey rides around the ring and parks his bike on the side of the ramp and climbs into the ring.

Justin: And his partner, from Detroit, Illinois, weighing in at 240 pounds -- Kain!

The song, On We March, fills the air with its thumping bass drum and the noise creeps its way in. As the ominous bass-line begins to play, the couple walk out, hand-in-hand. As the crowd spews their venom towards Kain, he replies back with an angry snarl, his eyes never wavering from the ring. As soon as the couple finishes their walk on the ramp, Ariel steps behind her man, unties the robe and takes it off him, removing his cowl as well. Kain's muscular body is shown from head to foot and while the crowd boos at him, the women cannot help but scream for him while the men cannot help but be jealous of his look and stature, cameras flashing everywhere in the arena. Kain turns to his girl and the two embrace each other in a deep, passionate kiss. Then Kain breaks it off and climbs up the steel steps. He places both hands on the top rope from the apron and jumps on it. A second later, Kain executes a forward-flip. As he lands into the ring, flaming pyro explodes from all four sides. Kain makes his way to each corner of the ring, pumping his right fist in the air, trash-talking to the crowd and acknowledging them as the cameras flash rapidly from the crowd. He steps down from the last turnbuckle, walks over to his corner, then provides a cold, icy stare at the entrance ramp, awaiting his opponent as "On We March" dies down

Justin Decent: And their partner, coming at you from Los Angeles, CA, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-one pounds, He is the number one contender to the SCW Heavyweight Championship, accompanied 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 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, being accompanied to the ring by Tom Dudely, He is -- Wyatt Peterson!

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

Justin Decent: And his partner, coming to you from Atlanta, Georgia, he weights in at two hundred and fifty five pounds, he is -- Jordan "Purely Sexy" Willliams!

The opening drum beat to "Miseria Cantare" plays as the lights in the arena go out. A spotlight is shined on the entrance to show smoke engulfs the area. Suddenly Jordan "PS" Williams emerges from the smoke and the crowd erupts into cheers! Jordan stops at the top of the entrance with his head down. Jordan slowly lifts his head up to show his cocky grin and the crowd goes into an uproar. The spotlight follows as Jordan walks down the aisle pumped up. Jordan slaps fives with the fans. Over zealous fans try to pull him into the crowd! Security breaks it up as Jordan has a big smile on his face. Jordan continues to slap fives with the fans until he climbs onto the apron. Jordan hops into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. The fans are cheering and chanting "TOO GOOD FOR YA! TOO GOOD FOR YA!" as Jordan takes in the scene and then does his double guns pose (ala Jeff Hardy) before hopping down to the canvas.

Justin Decent: And their partner, coming to you from St Louis, Missouri, he weights in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, he is -- Spike Staggs!

The lights go completely black, as white strobes flash on the stage. A red spotlight shines on the curtains as "Ready or Not (I’m Coming)" By Oomph! plays. Once the music picks up, Spike shoves the curtains aside, and walks out onto the stage. He smiles at the fans, who cheer, as he points out across the audience. His smile fades as he dashes down to the ring, sliding in underneath the ropes. The lights fade back on as Spike goes to the furthest turnbuckle, giving a pose before leaping off to land on his feet. He bounces between the ropes as he waits immediately stands face to face with Nick Jones

As Spike and Nick stare at each other...

The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo’s explode either side of the stage. Bon Jovi's "Lay Your Hand On Me" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff strolls round to the commentary table.

Adams: Looks like we're gonna be joined by the boss

Simone: Lucky us

Hot Stuff takes a seat at the commentary table

Adams: We're joined here by Hot Stuff Mark Ward

Simone: What are you doing out here?

HS: Just wanted a close up view on one hell of a main event. I know what all these guys can do, so I wanted to see it up close. It's not often you get to see a past it old dinosaur like Jordan return to the ring, or Mr Mom put down his apron and swap it for a chair or something

Spike looks out of the ring at Hot Stuff, and Nick takes advantage by slamming a forearm in to the back of Spike and the ref calls for the bell...

VS.

6 MAN TAG MAIN EVENT

DING-DING-DING!!!

Nick kicks Spike in the back of the leg, dropping him down to one knee. Nick slaps Spike around the back of the head with a hard right hand, and puts him in a headlock. Nick pulls Spike to the center of the right and drills him with a right hand, while holding Spike in a headlock. Nick holds on to Spike and drills him with another punch to the head before releasing the headlock and throwing him chest first in to the corner. As Spike comes out, Nick spins him around and drills him with shot after shot to the face. Nick slams Spike's head in to the turnbuckle and pulls him out of the corner. Nick hooks up Spike and drops him backwards with a Russian leg sweep, forcing Spike's head to bounce off the canvas. Nick leans on his elbow, posing for the fans for a few seconds

Simone: That's just arrogant

HS: Well yeah, you've met Nick before

Nick leans an elbow on Spike's chest, the referee drops down to count

1..

Spike immediately pushes Nick's elbow off

Adams: Unique pin attempt

Nick gets to his feet and Spike quickly returns to his feet too. Nick forces Spike back to the ropes and casually throws him against the opposite rope. As Spike comes back, Nick lifts him for a backbody drop but Spike holds on to Nick's head and drops him with a tornado DDT. The fans cheer as Nick shakes his head and Spike quickly moves back to his feet, stomping on Nick's chest.

HS: Come on Nick!

Simone: Commentators are meant to be unbiased

HS: I'm the boss, I can cheer on whoever I want.

Nick gets back to his feet, and swings an arm towards Spike, but Spike ducks and lifts Nick up with an atomic drop. Nick bounces, holding his lower back and turns around, right in to clothesline, the force taking both Spike and Nick down to the canvas. Nick rolls towards his corner and reaches out a hand, but Spike grabs his foot and pulls Nick back. Spike leans in but Nick catches him with a thumb to the eye.

Simone: Blatent cheating from Nick Jones

HS: I didn't see nothing wrong with that

Nick reaches out a hand and takes Kain in to the ring

Adams: First chance to see what Kain is all about

HS: Kain is immense. He was recommended by Synn and Gabriel, I watched him, this guy is pure talent

Kain and Spike look at each other and Spike moves in to lock up but Kain drills him with a quick kick to the leg and a second to the ribs. Kain grabs hold of Spike's head, putting him in a front face lock and lifts his knees, nailing Spike in the chest before casually tossing him to the mat. Spike crawls in to the corner, but Kain charges him and blasts him with a knee to the face. Kain picks Spike up to his feet and starts to rain hammer blows down on to Spike's head, forcing Spike to cover up. Kain lifts his arm and drops an elbow down on to the top of Spike's head, causing Spike to hit the canvas hard. Spike looks dazed, but Kain drills Spike with a sharp punt to the ribs, Causing Spike to roll over towards his corner. Kain continues the assualt by dragging him up to his feet and hooking him in a front face lock and slamming him down with a huge DDT. Spike rolls towards the ropes and tries to pull himself up, but Kane charges at him. Spike lifts Kain and drops him throat first across the top rope and makes a desperate dive towards the corner, tagging in Wyatt.

HS: Coward, run when ya getting your arse beat

Wyatt enters the ring and clotheslines Kain to the floor. As Kain gets back to his feet, Wyatt nails him with a second clothesline. Kain gets to his feet again but Wyatt hits another clothesline, keeping Kain down this time.

Adams: This country boy has some fire in him

Kain slowly gets to his feet and Wyatt lifts him up and drops him with a flapjack, causing Kain to hit the canvas hard

Simone: Your talented superstar is getting his ass handed to him now boss

HS: Kain will return, have no fear

Kain gets dragged to his feet by Wyatt, who nails him with a right uppercut, sending Kain flying backwards against the ropes. As Kain stumbles towards Wyatt, Wyatt slips behind him and hooks him up in a full nelson and lifts Kain off his feet and slams him to the ground. Wyatt drops down for the pin.

1..
2...

Kain gets a shoulder up

Simone: Wyatt coming close

HS: Nowhere near

Wyatt grabs Kain by the head and grabs him to his feet, hitting him in the side of the head with an elbow. He lifts Kain up and drops him down in a hard sidewalk slam. Wyatt returns to his feet and pulls Kain with him. Wyatt throws Kain in to the ropes, by Kain reverses it, right in to the elbow of Casey Williams. Casey puts his hands in the air, claiming innocence

Adams: I don't think he meant to do that. He looks genuine

Simone: I agree, Casey looks innocent

HS: Innocent my English arse. That gorilla came bursting in to my office the other week, moaning and bitching about me firing his little drunk partner. No one should listen to that guy, or believe him ever! He sucks!

Adams: Looks like he won't be getting a christmas bonus from the boss.

Simone: Speaking of which

HS: Ahem, don't you two have a match to call?

With Wyatt's attention taken away, Kain quickly sneaks up behind Wyatt, hooks up his head and drops him down with a reverse DDT. Kain glares down at Wyatt before dropping a picture perfect knee drop to the side of Wyatt's head. Kain puts a hand on Wyatt's head and drags him towards the corner, and puts out a hand, tagging Casey Williams in to the ring.

Adams: These two have mixed it up before, two brutal superstars

Casey pulls Wyatt to his feet and chops him hard across the chest. Wyatt stumbles backwards, holding on to his upper body but Casey drills him with another shot across the chest. The crowd wince at hearing the force of the shot across the chest, and Casey grabs hold of Wyatt's hair, pulling him in closer to him. Casey hooks his arms around Wyatt's waist and lifts him over with a gut wrench suplex, sending him crashing to the mat. Casey drops a big boot on to the side of Wyatt's head, followed by a boot to the chest. Casey stands one foot on Wyatt and steps over him, crushing Wyatt's body underneath his weight. Casey looks to drop an elbow on Wyatt and crashes one across his chest, forcing Wyatt to sit up under the weight of Casey. Casey gets to his feet, pulling Wyatt back up with him, and wraps his arms around the cowboy, putting him in a huge bear hug!

Adams: Casey putting on the pressure

HS: That overgrown gorilla couldn't crush a grape

Wyatt slams his elbows down on Casey's head, repeatedly crashing down blow after blow until Casey releases the hold. Casey shakes his head, but Wyatt sweeps away Casey's legs, landing on top of him and starts to fire heavy punches to the freight train of pain's head. Casey tries to cover up, but Wyatt lands heavy and aggressive shots to Casey head. Casey pulls his legs back and kicks Wyatt off, Wyatt stands up and charges Casey as he gets to his feet, trying for a big boot, but misses!

Adams: Wyatt looking for the Boomtown!

Casey turns around, and Wyatt lifts him up and drops him with a straight, standing spinebuster!

Simone: Huge spinebuster from Wyatt!

Wyatt turns around and tags in Jordan Williams!

Adams: Jordan is in!

Jordan runs at Casey and ducks a clothesline and bounces off the opposite rope. Jordan springs back and nails Casey with a flying shoulder block, sending Casey back against the ropes. As Casey stumbles back, Jordan lifts him with a show of strength and throws him over with a release nothern lights suplex

Adams: Great show of strength from Jordan

HS: Probably popped a hip doing that

Simone: Looks mighty fine from where I'm sitting

Jordan gets up quickly, as does Casey and Jordan charges him and nails him with a spinning heel kick, jumping up high and catching Casey under the chin. Jordan drops for a quick pin but Casey forcefully pushes Jordan off. Jordan gets back to his feet, almost landing directly on them from Casey's forceful push. Jordan runs at the rope and uses it as a springboard, spinning around and landing a leg drop across Casey's chest. Jordan pulls Casey back to his own corner and point to Nick Jones.

Adams: What the hell is Jordan doing putting Casey in his own corner.

Simone: He wants Nick Jones in the ring

HS: Oh this one's gonna cost you J-Will

Casey reaches up and tags in a curious looking Nick Jones. Nick enters the ring and Jordan beckons Nick towards him, Nick does exactly that and steps in towards Jordan. The two tie up, and Jordan sneaks behind Nick, putting him in a waistlock. Nick throws elbows backwards and nails Jordan in the chin and reverses around him, lifting Jordan up and dropping him face first to the mat. Nick slaps Jordan on the back of the head, and climbs to his feet, bringing his former Generation X-treme stable mate to his feet. Nick hooks Jordan up and lifts him over with a T-Bone suplex! Jordan crashes hard and Nick turns and poses for the fans. Nick picks Jordan up to his feet and drills him with a right hand, followed by a second. Nick lifts Jordan's chin and kisses his fist.

Simone: Three punch combo coming up

Nick throws his fist at Jordan's face, but Jordan ducks underneath the punch and sends Nick crashing to the mat with a huge fist of his own. Jordan jumps behind Nick and lifts him over with a leg hook saito suplex! Jordan rolls over Nick for the cover

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Nick kicks out!

Simone: Your boy nearly just got beat

HS: Nowhere even close

Adams: Your boy? Is Nick your son?

HS: He's nearly as old as me, how can he be my son?

Adams: I never was good at maths....

Jordan grabs Nick to his feet and throws him in to the corner. Jordan runs at Nick and attempts a monkey flip, but Nick just pushes Jordan off and runs along the rope, Tagging in Kain!

Simone: Notice how your boy runs when he's in trouble?

HS: Tactical retreat love

Kain quickly enters the ring and take down Jordan with a dropkick, Jordan quickly gets back up Kain scoops him up and drops him with a powerslam, knocking the wind out of Jordan. Kain hooks the leg.

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Jordan kicks out

HS: Lucky SOB

Jordan fights his way back to his feet, clubbing Kain in the midsection with elbows as he starts to get up, but Kain cuts him off with a knee to the gut. Kain wraps his hands around Jordan's throat, but Jordan pushes them away and nails Kain with an enziguri. Jordan crawls to his corner, while Kain lays stunned and reaches out and tags in Spike.

HS: Oh great.

Spike fires hard shots at Kain, but Kain stands his ground and fires shots back in Spike's direction. The two men exchange hard shots but Kain gets the upper hand, forcing Spike back to the ropes, but Spike ducks a shot and lifts Kain off his feet and over the top rope. Kain lands on his feet outside and drags Spike's feet, causing him to fall on his face. Kain slides back in the ring and jumps down over Spike, locking him in an armbar and pulling sharply backwards.

HS: Tap out ya little bitch

Kain pulls back on Spike's arm, but Spike fights his way to his knees, Spike rolls through and on to his back and starts to punch Kane in the head. Kain releases the arm lock and Spike crawls to his corner. Kain moves towards him to cut him off, but Spike hooks up his legs and drops him across the top rope with a drop toe hold. Wyatt reaches out and tags in from an outreached hand of Spikes.

Adams: Wyatt is back in!

Peterson fires huge right hands towards Kain's head but Kain blocks one and nails the big southern boy back in the face with a shot of his own. Wyatt stumbles back and Kain moves towards his own corner as Wyatt hits the ground, and tags in Casey

Simone: Quick tags coming from both teams

Casey comes in and charges at Wyatt, knocking him down to the mat with a huge hip check. Wyatt get's to his feet quickly

Simone: Something about Wyatt and Casey when they're in the ring, they just don't like each other it seems

HS: Let them kick the hell out of each other, I don't really care

Wyatt charges at Casey and crashes in to him, knocking the freight train of pain down to the mat and runs his elobw across Casey's face. He drags Casey back to his feet and lifts him up, nailing him back down to the canvas with an almighty spinebuster. Casey rolls over and holds his back but Wyatt carries on the assault. He picks Casey up and throws him against the ropes. Casey ducks a standing big boot and bounces off the opposite rope. As Casey comes back, the two men crash heads, caughting a sickening sound to echo around the area.

Adams: Oh that was just bad

Both men lay on the floor for a few seconds while the dust settles, before making their way slowly to their corners, where out stretched hands await. The fans cheer on their favourite star, as both Wyatt and Casey make tags and stand in their corners.

Adams: Jones and Spike back in!

As Nick and Spike enter the ring, as does Kain and Jordan. Spike spears Nick to the mat and hits him hard in the head, but Kain ducks a Jordan clothesline and drops him down with a neckbreaker. Kain gets Jordan to his feet and whips him in to the corner and charges in but the man from Atlanta leaps over Kain and lands behind him. As Jordan lands, Kain swings around and hits him in the jaw with the whirlwind fist! Jordan stumbles back and Kain gets ready to nail him with Malice. Kain jumps in and nails Jordan with his signature diamond cutter

Adams: This is chaos!

Simone: Kain just hit Jordan with Malice

HS: This is brilliant!

Kain turns around, but out of nowhere, Wyatt nails him in the head with the Boomtown!

Adams: Booooooooooooomtown!

Wyatt turns to face the center of the ring, but Casey runs at him and knocks him over the top rope with a huge clothesline! Casey follows Wyatt outside the ring and tries to whip Wyatt in to the barrier seperating the fans from the action, but Wyatt reverses Casey, sending Casey crashing against the barricade. Wyatt gears up and charges at Casey, spearing him THROUGH the barricades and in to the crowd. Both men lay motionless as Tom Dudely runs over to check on Wyatt. A "This is awesome" chant feels the arena

Adams: Holy crap!

Simone: Wyatt just speared Casey Williams through the barricades!

HS: Oh, that's coming out of someone's pay

The referee, Jasmine St John looks over the top, looking down at the carnage outside the ring, Both Nick Jones and Spike are on their feet. Nick drops to his knees and hits Spike with a low blow!

Simone: Low blow!

Adams: He's gonna be a farmer now, cause he has a couple of acres

HS: I don't know what you two are talking about, he hit him in the knee

Nick quickly grabs Spike and lifts him up, hooking him up and dropping him with a spinning fishermans neckbreaker!

Simone: Best Of All! Nick Jones is gonna cheat his way to victory!

From out of the crowd, a man jumps over and slides in the ring.

Adams: Matt Ward is here! Matt Ward is behind Nick Jones

HS: What the hell is he doing here!?!? MATT! GET OUT OF MY RING! Nick! Nick! Ah shi...

Matt grabs Nick and spins him around, kicking him in the gut. Nick looks shocked as Matt lifts Nick in the air and nails The Spin Cycle! Matt looks down at Nick

Matt: Next week you son of a bitch!

Simone: Nick is out of this one!

Matt grabs Spike and pulls him over Nick Jones, quickly sliding out of the ring. The referee turns around and sees the cover as Matt moves to the entrance ramp and starts to back up it. As Matt gets half way up the ramp, JT Underwood stands with his SCW heavyweight championship belt over his shoulder. Matt stops alongside his friend, both smiling, as Jasmine St John makes the count

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Justin Decent: "Your winners by pin fall the team of SPIKE STAGGS, JORDAN WILLIAMS AND WYATT PETERSON!!!

Adams: Spike, Jordan and Wyatt have won!

HS: This is bull!

Hot Stuff takes off his headset and gets in to the ring, grabbing the microphone from Justin Decent as he moves by. Hot Stuff stands up and looks at Spike celbrating with Jordan. Spike's music dies down and Hot Stuff stares at Spike.

HS: Congratulations, great steal Spike, great steal.

Hot Stuff pauses for a second.

HS: Ya know, not so long ago, you gave me this as a present.

Hot Stuff motions towards Jordan Williams

HS: But you know, I wanna return this lousy piece of crap, it expired 5 years ago.

The fans boo at Hot Stuff

HS: I promised you something Spike, do you remember? I promised you a gift too. Now I know they say you should gift about equal value, right, but this gift cost a damn sight more then equal value. I've put some thought in to this one Spike, hell, I travelled around the world to pick up this special gift for you. I caught your cute little story about monsters and how monster Spike looked more like victim Spike, but I think you left out the part about how monster Spike used to be a psychopathic bastard with no morals at all. Let me take your mind back Spike, let me take it all the way back to a show, a Generation X Wrestling show, a show called Reckless Abandon, do you remember that show Spike?

Spike tilts his head, his eyes narrowing.

HS: Oh, I see the wheels turning there, and wheels being an apt word Spike. I seem to recall a certain car, a Jaguar X if I remember right, I seem to remember seeing a certain Spike sitting in the drivers seat, I saw what you did Spike, I saw it!

Spike's eyes widen slightly.

HS: I saw you in the drivers seat, and I knew what happened Spike, I knew you hit that man. I went to see that man Spike, while he laid there in a coma, I whispered your name in his ear, and he disappeared. It's took me years to find him Spike, cost me personally over a hundred thousand dollars over the years to find him. He couldn't remember that night Spike, till I mentioned your name, a name long forgotten.

Spike steps towards Hot Stuff, but Hot Stuff puts a hand up to him.

HS: My gift to you is looking in the eyes of a man, who's career you took away. Moral of the story here Spike, never judge a book by it's cover, because trust me son, you're nowhere near innocent.

Spike clinches a fist but the lights in the arena drops out. The letters XSERUHIR appear on the screen. Spike looks up in confusion as red lights flash around the arena. Jordan steps next to Spike, look at the screen and back to Hot Stuff, who smirks right back at Jordan. The lights flash back on, but the letters continue to shine on the screen. Behind both Jordan and Spike, a figure stands, wearing black pants, and a red and gold mask, his face covered.

Adams: Spike doesn't see the masked man!

The fans scream out to warn Spike and Jordan, but the man nails Jordan with a huge shot to the ribcage, accurate and hard, sending Jordan down to the canvas and in agony. Spike turns his head but the man leaps and deliver a flying knee to the jaw, Spike collapses to the floor as the masked man mounted him and smashes him repeatedly in the face with vicious elbows! Spike pushes the man off, turning over on his fours and tries to crawl away but the masked assailant delivered a crushing stomp on the back of Spike's head and locks on a rear naked choke, turning and pulling Spike down to the canvas. Spike fights for air but the man cinches the hold, much to the pleasure of Hot Stuff, standing over the action. Hot Stuff nods at the man, who lets go of the hold. Hot Stuff grabs Spike to his feet, and holds his tired body up by the hair, with his right hand. Hot Stuff holds the Microphone in his left hand and stands to the side of Spike, forcing him to look at his masked attacker

HS: You see Spike, I remember all from the past too, and as you gave me Jordan, a guy who was a friend, a guy who's luckiest day was when I walked in to his training camp, giving him more coat tails to ride, but now, you're gonna face your past Spike. You see, I faced my past every time I look at you two wastes of space, time for you to meet yours, and justify why you took him out with a car Spike.

The letters on the screen start to jumble up as the man reaches down and takes hold of the mask. The man pulls off the mask and stares at Spike, looking like he's just seen a ghost. The screen spells out the name of...

Adams: RIX USHER! OH MY GOD! RIX USHER IS STANDING IN AN SCW RING!

Simone: Rix Usher hasn't been seen or heard of in years!

Jordan looks up from the floor, shocked at seeing another of his former allies. Rix continues to stare a hole through a surprised Spike.

HS: Surprise!

Rix smiles at Spike, lowering his head and making the stare more ice cold.

HS: Now that's a present Spike.

Hot Stuff holds the mic in front of Rix's face

Rix: You just, got f*cked up!

Hot Stuff drops Spike and he and Rix leave the ring as Casey Williams slides back in to the ring and helps Jordan and Spike to his feet. Hot Stuff picks Nick Jones up outside the ring, and Nick stares at Rix, surprised at seeing his former rival.

HS: New Xtreme Spike? Meet the elite son.

"Lay Your Hands On Me" by Bon Jovi starts to play and Hot Stuff, Nick Jones and the returning Rix Usher stand outside the ring, staring at Spike, Jordan Williams and Casey Williams, leaning against the ropes staring back.

Adams: This is madness, Usher returns to get at Spike and Jordan Williams, you can feel the hate in the air.

Simone: But we're out of time, but we will see you next week, yes, next week, on Climax Control. Good night everybody.




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