The Reno Sparks Convention Center in Reno, Nevada is alive with energy as the fans of Sin City Wrestling stand and cheer, holding up signs for their favorite SCW superstars and Bombshells while the cameras pass along them, recording and airing them for those watching at home on their televisions.
"SCW!"
Justin Decent, announcer for Sin City Wrestling, stands up with the house microphone raised to his lips and he starts to speak;
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The fans cheer and laugh as the drag superstar struts out onto the stage wearing a black leather halter top and matching mini skirt, four inch stiletto heels and a golden feathered boa around her neck and shoulders. The music starts to play and the performance begins!
Amanda: M to the I to the L to the F
M to the I to the L to the F
You see them struttin’ all over town
M to the I to the L to the F
How many times
He freezes up
There’s a bead of sweat
M to the I to the L to the F
I know what these boys are afraid of…
M to the I to the L to the F
Aww damn, did somebody say Mary Louise Parker?!
Mary Louise-- a MILF!
WHAT?!?
Now if you never had a MILF, class is in session.
Breast pump-- Can you handle this?
Is it hot in here? I see you fanning yourself.
Wish you was a motha fucka
Wish you was a motha fucka
Break it down girls!
She’s fine on her own , yeah, don’t try to pull a fast one.
Come on, come on now!
M to the I to the L to the F
If ya don’t know what a MILF is, google it!
Acronym in the house!
M to the I to the L to the F
You can tell that they know what’s goin’ down
Don’t know what'cha missin’! Get one if you can!
Ever done it in a mini van?!
There’s lotsa room.
M to the I to the L to the F
I’m just sayin’…
Have I met some guy
See him ‘cross the room,
He’s giving me the eye.
Hey how ‘bout dinner tomorrow night at eight?
I say, "Yeah, I’ll get a sitter-- That’ll work out great."
And his mouth goes dry
And you see a slight twitch
In his left eye
‘Cause the game has changed!
You know what’s comin’ next:
His eyes start to wander
tryin to find the exit
Running down his head
Cause he’s scared of a woman
That’s got a kid.
“Uh look, baby, did I say tomorrow night? Uhh… look over there!”
And then he runs for his life.
Jesus, why don’t they just grow a pair?!
M to the I to the L to the F
See, they’re at the bottom of the pyramid
To get in with a MILF, get in with her kid
When she says her kids comes first, boy, you better hark her,
Or she’ll smoke your ass like Mary Louise Parker!
Get it? Smoke…? Weeds...?
M to the I to the L to the F
I love that show.
Oh, did we mention that MILF’s are hot?
That’s the “I’d Like to Fuck” part, in case you forgot.
Demi Moore-- a MILF!
Catherine Zeta Jones-- a MILF!
Michelle Obama-- First MILF!
Cara-- a MILF!
Goldie Hawn-- Gran-MILF!
Jennifer Lopez-- a MILF!
Sarah Palin--
Oh! Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! Jesus! Fuck!
Allow us to contradict your first impression.
You might think it’s all just spit up and legos,
But it comes down to just one word:
KEGELS!
Do the kegel dance!
Drive to ballet lessons-- Can you Handle this?
Babysitter cancels-- Can you handle this?
Cuz if not, then you don’t get to handle this.
Yeah, you’re startin’ to feel the call of the MILF
And you sittin’ there thinking, What can I do?
Cuz now, you wish you was a motha fucka too!
Yeah I said it.
Wish you was a motha fucka
You lookin’ at me?
Wish you was a motha fucka
You wish.
And if you’re a MILF who’s a lesbian
Go get yourself another cuz two MILFS is better than one!
Two MILF’S? Almost too much to think about…
You think that she ain’t picky? She got rid of the last one.
So if you the kinda guy with a future filled with maybes,
Don’t waste her time boy, she already got babies.
The song ends and manda prances around the stage, blowing kisses as the crowd applauds and cheers.
The camera cuts to the announcer's table.
Simone: Hello and welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone
Adams: and I'm Jason, Jay, Jay Jay, Jason Adams! What a cool song to start the show with, we all love a MILF
Simone: Speak for yourself.
Adams: Erm, ok.
Simone: Tonight, we have a great show booked, tonight, we see the crowning of a whole new title, the Roulette Title.
Adams: Every Roulette title match will be gimmicked, and either Lucian Frost, Old Skool, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, or Matthew Kennedy will have the honour of being the first ever champion
Simone: Also tonight, we have the return of Rix Usher, as he takes on Jordan Williams, one on one. This match will be a nostalgia trip
Adams: I remember those guys years ago, two solid fighters. Also tonight, Nick Jones will be representing Hot Stuff Mark Ward, as he faces Spike's representative, Casey Williams in a one on one match.
Simone: SCW's largest ego Vs SCW's largest wrestler.
Adams: Indeedy do Belinda.
Simone: Tonights main event puts Nightmare Sean Williams and Wyatt Peterson attempting to take the tag team titles against current champions Jamie Staggs and Rage. Rage and Nightmare have issues
Adams: We better call in Dr Phil, but right now, in the words of Marvin Gaye... LET'S GET IT ON!
The camera pans backstage where we see SCW referee Drew Patton talking to someone on a cell phone, he is in his reffing gear telling us that he's about to go out and officiate a match.
DP: Don't worry honey, the company won't fire me despite what Matthew Kennedy says, I called that match down the middle and my lawyer's ready to sue him for slander, okay bye.
Drew hangs up and puts the cell phone in his pocket.
???: You know, it's considered rude to talk about people behind their backs, but then again what should I expect from an American?
A familiar voice rings out, the camera pans out revealing Matthew Kennedy standing behind Drew and the audience greets him with boos, Drew turns around with a frown on his face.
DP: Very funny Matt, we'll see who's laughing after my lawyer sues you for slander.
MK: Slander? Is that what you Americans call stupidity and incompetency? In that case I should be suing you and not the other way around, listen here you yank I know you're officiating my title match tonight and if I catch you screwing me out of my title.
DP: Are you threatening me?
MK: No, I'm warning you.
Matthew says nothing else before spitting in Drew's face and walking off.
"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!)
"Sin City Wrestling.
Jealousy was only natural in the sport of professional wrestling. Everyone wants to move higher up the ladder and replace the one that's standing on the rung above you. Everyone wants to supplant the champion. Everyone wants that little hike in their paycheck -- just ask Nick Jones. Man couldn't manage a bank account to afford a Slurpie. I digress.
It was here that I first came to understand the significance of the threat against my teddy bear brethren. I knew I was on the right track to the identity of the Teddy Bear Butcher -- nice title, grisly outlook. The killer thought he was running scott free, without a care in the world. But he was wrong. The clues are there. The identity will come.
My name's Angel. I'm a teddy bear."
Despayre holds a magnifying glass up to his face which magnifies his eye to many times it's usual size. He looks around, then turns to look into a mirror and shrieks, dropping the magnifying glass and runs off camera.
"Yup, that's what I have to work with. But in the face of crime, I do what I must. And he makes a mean cup of cocoa. (seriously it could put hair on your chest!) My name is Angel. I'm a teddy bear."
The cameras pan around the arena showing the jam packed crowd, cheering and holding up there homemade signs. Standing in one of the gangways holding a microphone is one of the interviewers in the SCW, Ms Rocky Mountains, with a couple of security guys standing each side of her. The male fans in the audience begin to cheer louder, wolf whistling as loudly as they can, some try to make remarks to her as she just smiles flirtatiously as the cameraman steps up the steps to where she is standing.
Ms Rocky Mountain: Welcome Sin City to the biggest little city in the world, RENO!
There is a huge pop from the audience as they cheer the name of there hometown
Ms Rocky Mountain: Tonight is going to be an explosive show, with our main event being for the Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Championships! But the opening contest is going to be interesting, with the spin of the wheel will determine what match these great fans will see!
A small chant of “Rou-lette” “Rou-Lette” “Rou-Lette” can be heard from the far side of the arena, Ms Rocky Mountain smiles, looking around at the crowd around her, stepping to the right of the gangway.
Ms Rocky Mountain: What match would you like to see tonight?
She extends her arm to a male fan wearing SCW merchandise.
Male Fan: I’d love to see a Table-To-Fall Match!
Ms Rocky Mountain nods and moves the microphone to a female fan.
Female Fan: A Tuxedo Match!
Ms Rocky Mountain takes the microphone and walks over the side of the gangway and places the microphone to a younger fan.
Young Fan: Barb Wire Steel Cage Match!
Some of the more blood thirsty fans cheer the young fan’s suggestion, she steps back into the middle of the gangway and holds the microphone back up to her own lips.
Ms Rocky Mountain: A mixture of matches suggested by the Sin City fans, but what match it will be will be decided by the spin of a wheel!
Some of the fans around her and from afar begin to cheer as from behind, the mysterious Frost appears, Ms Rocky Mountain turns to see Frost standing there.
Ms Rocky Mountain: And here is one of the competitors in that match, Lucian Frost!
The crowd erupts at the sound of the mysteriously masked wrestler.
Ms Rocky Mountain: What are your thoughts about the uncertainty of your match and the chance of gaining notoriety in possibly becoming the first Roulette Champion?
Frost absorbs the atmosphere around him.
Frost: We don't get a chance to do that many things in life, life is brief, and then you die. So this is what I've chosen to do with my life, to perform and battle some of the best independent wrestlers on the circuit today, it is always uncertain what is around each corner so this match is just something I’ll take in my stride.
Ms Rocky Mountain: And what about the thought of becoming the first Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion?
Frost: Becoming a champion means being the best of the best and being the first champion will mean having to create this division, make this championship sort after, making the responsibility and legacy for the Roulette Championship and that is something I look forward too if I become the champion.
The lights begin to flicker, the crowd begin to cheer, the lights turn back to normal as you see Ms Rocky Mountain just standing there looking rather confused.
Ms Rocky Mountain: Where did he go?
She looks up and down the gangway to see if they can see the masked wrestler, but there is nothing, the is a small section of the audience chanting Frost’s name as she points down to the ring with her microphone.
Justin: The following contest is for the Roulette Title and is a TABLES MATCH! Introducing first, he is from the Far Reaches of Sanity, weighing 165 pounds, Lucian Frost!
The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.
Justin: And his opponent, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds -- Old Skool!
"All I Do Is Win" blasts through the speakers and Old Skool appears from the entrance. He looks at the fans, then focuses on ring. Walking down the ramp and quickly in to the ring. He bounces off the ropes and raises his arms and waits for the bell to sound.
Justin: And his opponent, from London, England, weighing 220 pounds, Prime Time Matthew Kennedy!
The arena lights go dark as a British voice is heard saying "You Are About To Be Cancelled", as the last word is said the into to "Cult Of Personality" hits the arena speakers and Matthew Kennedy struts down to the ring. Once he reaches the ringside area, he removes his glasses and orders a ringside attendant to remove his jacket only to berate him for the slightest mistake before entering the ring. Once in the ring he bounces of the ropes as he waits for his opponent.
Justin: Introducing their opponent, From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing 225 pounds -- Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!
"OH CANADA!” starts playing and “Blaque Hart” Bruce Evans steps onto the stage and slowly makes his way to the ring. Once at the ring, he walks up the steel steps and steps through the ropes into the ring. He lowers his shades and gives his partner a condescending once-over before turning his back to him.
Vs 
Vs 
Vs LUCIAN FROST
TABLE MATCH FOR THE ROULETTE TITLE
Blaque Hart jumps at Old Skool and snares him into a side headlock as Matthew Kennedy and Frost meet head on, trading fists across each other's heads and bodies!
Adams: This one's already starting off heavy! We all know there's some bad blood between Frost and Kennedy already!
Simone: That's right as after they had their match, Matthew Kennedy openly attacked Lucian Frost so there's pride on the line here as well.
Old Skool drives an elbow back into Blaque Hart's stomach, breaking free of the headlock, then grabs a handful of his hair and slams his face into the corner. Old Skool spins him around to face him and drives a forearm into the side of his head before driving shoulder after shoulder into his mid-section.
On the other side of the ring, Matthew Kennedy buries a knee into Frost's stomach and then snatches him by the arm and pulls him into a short-range lariat that almost decapitates him. Kennedy begins stomping on Frost's prone body, then drops an elbow down into him. Matthew Kennedy then drags him up to his feet by the mask and sets him in position for a vertical suplex but Frost shifts his weight and lands on his feet behind the larger Kennedy. Frost drops to his knees and cuts the size advantage Kennedy wields in half with an uppercut between the big man's legs!
Simone: What would a match be without someone taking a shot to the jewels?
Kennedy doubles over, clutching himself, and Frost grabs him in a side headlock and uses the ring ropes as a springboard to plant his opponent face-first into the canvas with a springboard bulldog! Frost then pins him down and unloads a number of fists to his head! Frost then grabs an arm and sets him up for an Irish whip but Kennedy reverses it and he swings for a clothesline but Frost ducks beneath the blow and comes running off the other side of the ring but Kennedy scoops him up off of his feet and throws him over with a belly-to-belly suplex!
Simone: Prime Time with a nice counter.
Adams: And it looks like he's going out for the toys!
Indeed as Matthew rolls out of the ring and he starts digging beneath the apron. Hated though he may be, the fans cheer as he starts to pull out the first of three tables! He slides all three back inside of the ring and rolls in beneath the bottom rope.
Adams: Now the fun begins!
Old Skool has Blaque Hart still in the corner and charges in but Bruce greets him with a boot to the face that sends Skool reeling. Blaque Hart then grabs his opponent into a front facelock and perches himself up on the top turnbuckle, then vaults off and plants Old Skool with a tornado DDT!
Adams: Ouch! Old Skool is going to need some Excedrin Extra Strength after that one!
Blaque Hart hurries over and grabs one of the three tables Kennedy brought into the ring and proceeds to set it up in the corner. Bruce then grabs Old Skool by the arm and goes to Irish whip him into the fragile wood but Matthew Kennedy himself spears Old Skool to keep him from going through the table!
Simone: Give Matthew Kennedy a lot of credit, that move made a great deal of sense. Had Old Skool went through that table then Blaque Hart Bruce Evans would be the new champion!
Adams: Who knew a professional wrestler could be so smart?
Belinda stares at Jason who shrugs.
Adams: What? What'd I say?
Blaque Hart hurries over to where Frost is still laying and he scales the corner and stands on the top rope.
Simone: He's taking a big chance here. Any badly timed move could spell disaster in a match like this.
Frost manages to get up to his feet and Blaque Hart jumps from his perch but right in mid-air Lucian frost jumps and brings him over with a dazzling hurricanrana, bringing the crowd to its feet!
Simone: Oh what a move!
Bruce Evans, stunned, staggers to his feet and Frost drives a fist into the side of his head, knocking him back.
Kennedy goes for a swing at his own opponent across the ring but Old Skool ducks and counters, bringing the back of his head and neck down to the canvas with a spinning neckbreaker. Old Skool then quickly mounts the middle turnbuckle in the near corner and jumps off, striking Matthew with a flying diving headbutt right between the eyes.
Simone: That should knock some sense into Prime Time!
Adams: Maybe in both of them. That scrambled my brains just watching!
Simone: I think you should probably just leave your brain be, Jason, and let it heal.
Old Skool stands up and looks out to the cheering fans and pumps a fist, then approaches his fallen adversary when Matthew sweeps his legs out from under him. Prime Time hits a European uppercut on Old Skool that drops him to one knee, and then runs off the ropes and hits a Shining Wizard! Matthew goes over to one of the tables and starts to set it up. He turns back around and is suddenly clotheslined out of his boots by Old Skool who stomps around the ring, rallying the fans! He moves the table aside and grabs Matthew, setting him up onto the top turnbuckle.
Simone: Something big is coming here...
Blaque Hart sets Frost up for an Irish whip but Frost counters with a reversal and sends him in instead and Blaque Hart runs right into Old Skool who crashes into Kennedy awkwardly and this causes Prime Time to topple from the perch and to the outside floor with a crash!
Simone: Oh good god! That was not intentional but it still was effective! Matthew Kennedy just took a bad fall! A very bad fall!
Adams: Is he going to be able to continue?
Simone: I hope so, but if not, the odds have just been narrowed down.
Old Skool turns around and he rushes right at Frost but Blaque Hart grabs him from behind around the waist and hits a rear waistlock suplex! Frost grabs Old Skool and pulls him up into a double arm chickenwing and holds him while Blaque hart starts hammering away at the prone grappler with lefts and rights, with a few kicks for good measure.
Adams: I guess since Kennedy might be out, the time for double teaming's up!
Simone: Yeah but a popular guy like Frost pairing with a jackass like Blaque Hart Bruce Evans?
Adams: Gold fever baby!
Frost lets Old Skool go and turns him around, depositing him to the mat with a scoop slam. Blaque Hart directs Lucian and Frost runs off of the ropes and Blaque hart scoops him up by the legs for a flap jack onto Old Skool, but fiendishly instead spins Frost around and plants him into the mat instead!
Simone: I knew that's what would happen if Frost trusted someone like Bruce Evans!
Blaque Hart basks in the boos before he Irish whips Frost into the ropes and as he comes running off, Bruce scoops him up and drops him across his knee in a backbreaker! Blaque Hart jumps back up to his feet and starts kicking at the smaller man, then drops an elbow into his chest cavity. Bruce pulls him up and Irish whips him into the ropes a second time, setting him up for another backbreaker but as he scoops him up into his arms, Frost scissors his head and takes him over with a swinging headscissors! The crowd cheers as Lucian does a kick up and lands two straight dropkicks right into Bruce's chest, knocking him down each time.
Simone: Don't forget about Old Skool!
Old Skool jumps Frost from behind and plants him with a one-handed bulldog! Old Skool pulls him up and delivers a sharp, snap suplex that sends Frost skidding across the length of the ring. Old Skool then grabs him and sends him into the near corner, and goes to charge in but Blaque Hart plows into him from behind with one of the tables! Old Skool hits the mat and Blaque Hart brings the edge of the table down into his sternum twice ebfore dropping the table. He grabs Old Skool and then backs him against the ropes and reaches for the middle rope.
Simone: What is he doing?
Blaque Hart manages to ensnare Old Skool's arms in between the top and middle rope, and backs up, smiling as the wrestler kicks away toward him but is trapped.
Adams: Hunh. Blaque Hart's into kinky bondage. Who knew?
Bruce then turns his attentions back to Frost who is still in the corner and he runs in, burying a knee into his mid-section. He goes to Irish whip Frost into the far corner but Frost reverses the attempt and sends him in instead! Blaque Hart staggers forward, holding his back and Frost jumps up and hits a kneeling Thesz press!
Simone: I don't know who the hell can possibly win between these two but they are both kicking each others' asses!
Frost grabs hold of Blaque Hart's arm and drags him into a short-arm clothesline, then pulls him back up to his feet and short-arm clotheslines him a second time. Frost lifts him into the air for another back suplex but Blaque Hart rolls backwards and lands behind him, then jumps and hits the Backstabber!
Adams: Oh that move could do Frost in!
Simone: This is Blaque Hart's chance to win!
Blaque Hart grabs a fallen table and sets it up, positioning it by the corner. He then turns to the fans and smiles, holding his arms out in self presentation as they greet him with scorn and disdain.
Simone: Stop wasting time gloating to the fans! If you want to win, win!
Bruce turns back around when he is met flush in the face with a superkick by Frost!
Adams: Ice Breaker!
Simone: I knew that gloating would cost him!
Frost drags Blaque hart up by his long hair and rolls him onto the table, then quickly ascends to the top! He looks out to the cheering fans only momentarily before he leaps and hits the Frozen Breeze 450 splash -- driving Blaque Hart through the table!
Ding!
The crowd cheers as Frost rolls over, holding his mid-section as Blaque Hart lies on the mat! Jasmine grabs Frost's arm and raises it into the air, handing him the Roulette championship belt as the fans cheer!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Here is the winner of the Tables match, and the FIRST Sin City Wrestling Roulette Champion ... Lucian Frost!
Frost staggers to his feet, clutching the belt, as Old Skool looks mad, still trapped, and Blaque Hart rolls over, holding his back and staring daggers at the new champion.
Adams: Ohhhh if looks could only kill...!
"Do I really have to do this?"
"You did promise him."
"Yeah but I didn't think the little guy was serious!"
"A promise is a promise Shane now get out there."
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The Alfred Hitchcock theme plays and a silhouette appears on the black background of the screen, and into that silhouette walks a shadow until it is filled. The lights slowly come on and there stands the profile of Sxxxy Shane Boswell. He turns slowly to face the camera with his eyes closed and sighs in exasperation.
Shane: Good eeeeevening. Do you own a teddy bear? Do you know somebody that does? Teddy bears are not the weak little puffs of fuzz that we know and love. There is a lot more to them than that. Do you understand why when you go to sleep, there are no monsters under your bed? Do you know why that beastie in your closet does not dare rear its ugly head and strike when you are at your most vulnerable? That bundle of clothes on the chair that casts an ominous shadow in the dark ... is no bundle of clothes, but it comes no closer to you than if it were. It is not because of your mom and dad who check your room, in all corners. It is because of that little guy, or girl bear, that you hold tenderly in your arms. The moment the Sandman takes you, he or she wiggles free and clasps their weaponry (always concealed cleverly in our pillows) and stands guard.
Shane opens his eyes and his eyes are serious even if he is visibly struggling to contain the smile on his face.
Shane: It is a brave profession, a true calling for one not weak at heart. Teddy bears defend the world against shade and shadow, so who would be mighty enough to take down not one, not two, but three of their brethren? The marks left on the villain will be mighty indeed, and the mystery lingers.
Shane looks off camera and grimaces.
Shane: Speaking of lingering, don't try that salad dressing at the buffet!
The small hanging light overhead snaps on and casts the figure seated in the chair below in shadow. His face is hidden. His clothes are wrinkled and disheveled. He sits still, although he betrays the fidgeting that comes with being interrogated by one such as Angel. The soft click of heels signifies the approach of the pair, one good cop, one bad.
Say why does there have to be one good and one bad one nowadays anyway? Don't you think perps would have figured this little ploy out after all this time? Meh, anyhoo...
The shadow of the tall detective and his pint-sized superior step in front of their "guest" and their combined shadow dwarfs his own. The prisoner slowly looks up...
CHARLIE SHEEN!?!?
Detective Despayre leans down quickly, putting his hand on the armrest of Sheen's chair -- and dropping his Slurpie in the process and spilling it all over the floor. He casts a glance to Angel in his arms.
Despayre: Naw, don't worry about it. Teresa will clean that up.
He turns back to Sheen and fixes him with the glaring of a lifetime. (I guess Despayre's the bad cop. He lunges his head toward Sheen until they're nose-to-nose.
Despayre: Where were you on the night of January 15th, 2012 in the city of Las Vegas, Nevada in the vicinity of the Riviera Hotel and Casino and if you could invite any two people alive or dead for dinner ... what would you eat!?
Charlie: Well I ... I...
Charlie Sheen blinks and his brow turns into a confused frown. He looks back up at his interrogator.
Charlie: Huh?
Despayre looks down at Angel.
Despayre: Yeah, you're right. He's too fried on tiger's blood to be of any use.
Despayre looks down at Sheen.
Despayre: Wanna watch Looney Tunes?
Charlie: Definitely!
Despayre: Race ya!
Despayre races off camera and Sheen follows quickly in pursuit.
We see the Titantron coming up to life and the fans instantly recognize and boo the hell out of Kain, who is in his own dressing room, looking in the mirror. You can tell, from his determined gaze, that he has something to get off his chest. He talks, not looking at the eyes of the camera just yet...
Kain: For two weeks, I trained. The day before Friday, I allowed my awesome presence to grace your television screens, speaking the truth and the horror I plan to instill against Saint Patty. I waited for a response. None came...and you know what? It would have pleased me if he had not showed up or, for that matter, if he had been smart enough to never enter the building. Now I hear that he's around the building, waiting to see, through the hard way, if I'm the real deal. You offend me, Saint Patty. You disgust me. You should made this a lot easier on yourself! You should have NEVER set foot in the arena! And now, it is too late for you to walk away from the oncoming beating that's awaiting you tonight. I don't care who stands in my way after this, not even any of the female divas. I will face anyone and destroy them all. Tonight will be a clear message of the incredible power and speed I wield at my disposal. I will soon make it VERY CLEAR that none of you, no matter how tough, strong, or will-minded you turn out to be, will never stand a chance in facing the most complete fighter in the world. The King Of Kings...Kain!
Kain now turns around and faces the camera, an icy, cold stare that's filled with madness. He's not in the mood to play games tonight and the fans, though booing him, can feel that intensity oozing out of him. He points at the camera and snarls...
Kain: Saint Patty, tonight is the night where you will officially recognize me as your king, the one man you should be bowing too. You will find out, first-hand, why I the only man that's capable enough of ushering the SCW into an era of greatness. That world championship or any title, for that matter, belongs to me! Even though you stopped talking, you want to see if your actions can do any better tonight. Quite frankly, Saint Patty, you will fail and tonight, I will make sure that happens for you. I'm Kain, The King Of Kings, and I will do what's right for me! And I don't care if the fans hate me for it, but they know, just as well, that none of them stand any chance of defeating me! I will show the entire world, once again, that I am not just a complete and dangerous individual, but a man...no, scratch that, a GOD...a DEMON...that can annihilate anyone in a matter of seconds! Saint Perry, my opponent for tonight...get ready...for permanent retirement!
An evil grin appears and it soon transforms into merciless laughter that echoes throughout the speakers as the Titantron shuts down for the moment, the fans still booing, but mostly in awe at Kain.
The final chords of "At Your Funeral" by Pinhead Gunpowder slowly subsides as Saint Patty stands inside of the ring, looking around at the fans in clear contempt. Ring announcer Justin Decent starts the introductions.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring, he hails from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 234 pounds -- Saint Patty!
The crowd greets the returning grappler with the same disdainful boos they he knew during his first stay. Patty just looks out at them with a nonchalant expression, not letting the discord give him a care.
Simone: Saint Patty's making his return after taking a leave since almost the very start. Question is can he pick up where he left off?
Adams: You mean the Greyhound bus terminal?
Simone: I was referring to competing inside of the ring ... you twit.
Justin: His opponent is from Detroit, Illinois, weighing 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 toe, along with the title that's around his waist. While the crowd still continues to boo him, the women cannot help but scream for him while the men cannot help but look at him and 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 and lands into the ring. He goes to each of the four corners, climbing on top of each and he laughs and smiles widely, his white teeth showing as the cameras flash rapidly from the crowd. He jumps down on the last turnbuckle and walks to his corner, turns around, and provides a cold, icy stare at Saint Patty as "On We March" dies down.
Simone: This man right here has got to be one of the most dangerous competitors in the business. He is a complete package and despite his skill, doesn't care about the rules. He'll kick you between the legs just as soon as DDT you.
Adams: It's how he's built up such a record. A former World Champion in another promotion before he got fired. That's saying something.
Referee Drew Patton finishes checking Patty and heads over to Kain to do the same.
Simone: And it's not just the regular SCW competitors Kain is gunning for. I know Goth is out there and I'm sure Kain would love nothing better than to get the man who had him attacked and fired backed into a corner with nowhere to go.
Finishing his check, Drew calls for the opening bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Vs 
SINGLES MATCH
Patty and Kain come out of their corners and slowly start to circle the six-sided ring, sizing one another up. They pause and lock up, collar and elbow. Tense seconds pass when Patty starts to gain the advantage and he backs Kain up against the ropes.
Simone: Drew's calling for a clean break but will he get it?
The official starts his count and gets to three before, surprisingly, Patty breaks clean -- and pats Kain's cheek condescendingly.
Adams: Oooo!
Patty backs up with a smile on his face as Kain just stares hard at him, approaching the center of the ring. The two square off a second time and lock up again, this time with Kain backing Patty into the ropes. Drew starts to call for a clean break when Kain buries a knee into Patty's stomach, and follows up with a left handed shot to the jaw.
Simone: Well so much for good sportsmanship.
Adams: Did Kain ever even have such a thing?
Kain throws Patty into the near corner and he starts driving his shoulder into his stomach over and over, taking the air completely out of his lungs. Kain grabs his arm and Irish whips him into the ropes and catches him with a sledgehammer blow to the stomach that causes Patty to tumble over and crash to the mat. Kain pulls him into a seated position and starts to deliver clubbing blows from behind to the face as Patty uses his arms to try and shield himself.
Adams: Disrespect Kain and you unleash the beast!
Kain pulls him up and Irish whips him into the ropes again, this time catching him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker across his knee. He drives a sledgehammer into his stomach, making Patty jerk upward and Kain swings the blow into his head, knocking him off of his bended knee. Kain covers him and hooks the leg tightly.
1.....
2..... Patty kicks out and Kain immediately wraps him in a seated rear chinlock.
Simone: Kain is being dominant thus far in this contest.
Adams: Yeah but Patty won't take this sitting down. .. Get it? He's in a seated chinlock, and sitting...
Simone: I get it! I get it!
Patty struggles up to his feet and Kain switches to a side headlock. patty throws him off into the ropes but Kain knocks him down with a shoulder tackle. Kain then runs off of the far side when Patty uses the momentum and hurls Kain to the outside over the top rope. Patty pauses and waits as Kain starts to get to his feet. Patty then runs off of the ropes and springboards over the top with a suicide moonsault that wipes Kain out!
Simone: Kain just may have met his match in a complete athlete when it comes to Saint Patty!
Patty leans over and slaps Kain tauntingly across the face before rolling him back inside of the ring and following. Patty backs him into a corner and hits him with three straight hook kicks to the ribs, before he snapmares him over and delivers a kick to the back of the head. Patty pulls him up and Irish whips him into the ropes and catches him in a spinebuster, covering him and hooking the leg.
1.....
2..... Kain kicks out.
Simone: No way is a former world champion going down that fast.
Adams: Unless of course that's how he became one to begin with.
Simone: ....... I'd say how sick that comment was if it wasn't true.
Patty pulls Kain up and sets him into position for a piledriver but Kain blocks it, then counters with a backdrop, throwing Patty overhead and letting him crash on his tailbone. Kain staggers against the ropes as Patty grimaces, holding his backside. Kain comes up from behind and grabs Patty in a full nelson and brings him over in a suplex, bridging his back in a pin!
1.....
Kain grabs him by the hair and pulls him up, slamming a forearm down across his back. Patty fights back with a fist to the stomach that doubles Kain over. Patty grabs Kain's leg and pulls it out from under him and lands atop, and starts swinging fists into Kain's head, but Kain quickly rolls him over onto his own back and returns the favor with alarming lefts and rights.
2..... Patty kicks out.
Adams: And this is what happens when you put two guys in the ring that don't give a jack about the rules.
Patty scrambles back toward the ropes and tries to slide outside but Kain grabs him by the leg and drags him right back in.
Adams: No escapee for Patty!
Kain drags the man to his feet and wraps his arms around Patty's head and knee and swings him overhead with a suplex maneuver. Kain does not go for the cover however and he stands with his back turned to the downed grappler and performs a perfect standing moonsault atop of him.
Simone: Nice display!
Kain with the cover.
1.....
2..... Patty gets a shoulder up.
Simone: Patty's still in this.
Kain whips Patty into the corner and follows up with a series of rapid fire shots to his sternum. Kain then whips him into the far side corner and charges in with a dropkick but Patty moves and Kain hits the corner awkwardly and falls to the mat. Patty grabs him quickly and hits a double underhook DDT!
Simone: Kain may be out of this one!font>
Patty with the cover!
1.....
2..... Kain kicks out!
Adams: I told you he wasn't.
Simone: When?
Adams: Hm, maybe I was thinking it.
Simone: I find that hard to believe.
Patty Irish whips Kain into the ropes and goes for a roundhouse kick but Kain ducks under and delivers the Whirlwind Fist! The blow staggers Patty and he looks out on his feet when Kain follows up with...
Adams: The Quickening!
Patty collapses to the canvas and Kain covers him!
1.....
2.....
3!
Simone: And Kain puts a screeching halt to Saint Patty's hopes for a successful comeback to Sin City Wrestling!
Drew Patton raises Kain's arm in victory as the announcement is made.
Justin: The winner of the match ... Kain!
The police interrogation room is seen from the outside of the closed door and one-way mirror. The only sound is the voice o the woman from somewhere in the room. It is a sweet voice, filled with a Tennessee twang.
"Ah don't understand! What is going on here? Why am ah even here?"
In the interrogation room, Dolly Parton sits at the far end of the table and is clearly in a distressed, agitated state.
Dolly: Someone tell me why ah'm here. Is that even too much to ask!?
Despayre: (off camera) Didn't your agent tell you?
Dolly: My agent told me ah was coming here to promote my new movie with Queen Latifa!
Dolly looks into the camera.
Dolly: Joyful Noise, thank you.
She then turns to look at Despayre who stands at the end of the table watching her with Angel sitting in a high chair in front of him.
Dolly: But Sandy didn't tell me ah was going to be part of some sort of silly murder investigation! Ah don't even collect teddy bears!
Despayre gasps in shocked horror, his eyes wide and a finger pointing directly at her in accusation....
Outside of the room, Gabriel and Fantasia, dressed in police uniforms, are talking when they are interrupted by an ear splitting screech coming from inside of the room. Their heads whip around as the door creaks open and Despayre slips outside, his eyes wide and his forefinger pinched between his pursed lips. In his free hand he has hold of Angel, and what appears to be a...
Fantasia: You tried touching her hair, didn't you?
Despayre nods, looking guilty.
Gabriel: You didn't know it was a wig, did you?
Despayre shakes his head in the negative when a hand reaches from the door and snatches the wig and yanks it back into the room.
Justin Decent : "The following contest is a singles match. Introducing first, from Tahlequah, Oklahoma standing 6' and weighing 217 lbs. being accompanied to the ring by Austin Parker, he is
BO DREAMWOLF!!!!!
The calls of "Return to Innocence" sounds across the PA system. Between the first chant and the second chant, Dreamwolf appears and stands at the top of the ramp bowing his head, with Austin Parker by his side. Then around the 2nd chant, Dreamwolf marches to the ring, his eyes fixed on the ring and the opponent within. Sliding inside, he then mounts the turnbuckle in the corner and raises a fist to the fans, letting loose with his own war cry to which the fans reply with enthusiastic cheers and applause.
Justin: His partner opponent, 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, glaring across at Bo!
VS. 
SINGLES MATCH
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Simone: Bo Dreamwolf and Blade Alexander are ready to lock it up.
Adams: Both of these guys are technical wrestling masters. This match is going to be a matter of who makes the first mistake. It’s goin’ to be too close to call.
Bo and Blade lock up and jockey for position. Blade uses his two inch height advantage to overpower Dreamwolf and lock him in a headlock.
Simone: That is tight!
Adams: Blade’s trying to pop it like a pimple. Look at the blood rushing to his face already. He’s got that cinched in good!
Blade wrenches the side headlock harder. Bo digs deep and attempts to send Blade off the ropes to break the hold. With the referee out of position, Blade grabs a handful of hair to keep his advantage and the side headlock intact.
Simone: Blade Alexander... willing to do anything to keep control of the match. If only all referees wore glasses.
Adams: Where would the fun in that be? Referee only needs two eyes to call the action.
Bo struggles to free himself, but it is no use. Blade makes a quick adjustment and...
Simone: Nova Scotia Hangover!
Adams: That was beautiful! The ranhei is such an awesome move. I love how Blade puts his own twist on it.
1...
2...
Simone: No!
Adams: Dreamwolf kicks out! It’s not over that quick folks! Blade is showing why he deserves that shot at the title.
Blade is visibly upset and gets in the face of the official. Blade argues with the referee about the slow count.
Simone: Rule #1 in professional wrestling...
Adams: Never turn your back on your opponent.
Bo gets back to his feet as Blade has his back turned. Bo rushes Blade and nails him with a springboard bulldog!
Simone: What a bulldog by Dreamwolf!
Adams: He planted Blade!
Bo drives the face of Blade Alexander into the canvas and flips him over quickly for a pin attempt.
Simone: Dreamwolf’s going for it!
Adams: Count it ref!
1...
2...
Simone: Shoulder up by Blade Alexander! That was close!
Adams: Bo Dreamwolf almost snuck out the victory with the element of surprise!
Blade pulls himself out under the ropes and to the floor. He is obviously frustrated and trying to shake off the effects of the springboard bulldog. Bo Dreamwolf doesn’t give him a chance to catch a breath though...
Simone: What’s Bo up to?
Adams: Dreamwolf dives!
Dreamwolf runs and dives off the ring apron with a spectacular clothesline that sends both men crashing to the floor.
Simone: The momentum is shifting!
Adams: Dreamwolf’s leaving it all out there tonight. He’s not holding anything back. He’s got a point to prove and he’s damn well doing it.
Bo Dreamwolf is the first to his feet. He picks up Blade Alexander and rolls him back into the ring. The crowd is on their feet and cheering on the clear fan favorite. Bo takes a minute to catch his breath as a few of the front row Sin City Wrestling fans pat him on the back.
Simone: He’s giving Blade too long to recover.
Adams: I don’t think he has much of a choice at the moment. That looks like it took a ton out of him too.
Bo climbs up on the ring apron and is met with a vicious knee from Blade Alexander, which doubles him over the top rope.
Simone: Smart move by Blade Alexander. What is he going for?
Blade cinches on a front facelock and drags Bo Dreamwolf over the top rope but stops short of pulling him into the ring fully.
Adams: Oh god... he’s not going to...
Simone: Yes, he is!
Adams: The Final Cut!!!
Blade Alexander spikes Bo Dreamwolf’s head into the canvas with a modified version of his patented DDT. Bo lays motionless on the canvas as Blade Alexander surveys his damage.
Simone: That was sick!
Adams: It’s all over folks. There is no way Bo is getting up from that.
1...
2...
Simone: How the hell?!
Adams: Phenomenal ring awareness from Bo Dreamwolf. Bo slips a boot on the bottom rope at the last possible second.
Simone: Blade is livid! He’s beside himself right now.
Blade pounds the mat in frustration. He gets back to his feet and backs up to the far corner.
Simone: There goes the kneepad...
Adams: Blade’s lining him up...
Simone: Nick Jones!!!!!!
Adams: Nooo!!!! Better Than You!!!! The ref is calling for the bell!!
Nick stands over Blade, motioning for a title belt around his waist as he leans down, trash talking with Blade. The fans boo viciously as Nick points to himself
Simone: Nick Jones is a complete arrogant ass! He'll do anything to get under his rivals skin
Adams: These two will meet soon Belinda at the NeWA Pay Per View where a new SCW Heavyweight champion will be crowned. I think psycholigically, Nick is in the lead here
The lights atop the stage turn on, and the stage is decorated with the semblance of a house alongside a country road. The music plays and the cast of...
Glee? (seriously, where is the budget for his investigation coming from?)
The cast of Glee comes out to rousing cheers as the musical number begins...
Artie: He was on his way home from Candletop,
Been two weeks gone, and he'd thought he'd stop,
At Web's and have him a drink 'fore he went home to her
Andy Warlord said: Hello
He said How. What's doin'?
Wo said: Sit down, I got some bad news and it's gonna hurt.
Blaine: He said: I'm your best friend, and you know that's right,
But your young bride ain't home tonight
Since you been gone, she's been seeing that Amos boy, Seth
Now he got mad, and he saw red
Andy said: Boy, don't you lose your head,
'Cos to tell you the truth, I've been with her myself.
Cast: That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods, southerly lawyer
'Cos the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands
Kurt: Well Andy got scared, and left the bar,
Walkin' on home, 'cos he didn't live far
You see, Andy didn't have many friends,
And he just lost him one
Brother thought his wife musta left town,
So he went home and finally found,
The only thing Papa had left him, and that was a gun
Mike: He went off to Andy's house,
Slippin' through the back woods quiet as a mouse
Came upon some tracks too small for Andy to make
He looked through the screen at the back porch door,
And he saw Andy lyin on the floor,
In a puddle of blood, and he started to shake
Noah: Georgia patrol was making their rounds,
So he fired a shot just to flag them down
A big-bellied sherriff grabbed his gun and said Why'd you do it?
Satana: Judge said guilty on a make-believe trial,
Slapped the sherriff on the back with a smile,
And said: Supper's waitin' at home, and I gotta get to it.
Cast: That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods, southerly lawyer
'Cos the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands
Mercedes: Well, they hung my brother before I could say,
The tracks he saw while on his way,
To Andy's house and back that night were mine
And his cheatin' wife had never left town,
That's one body that'll never be found
You see, little sister don't miss when she aims her gun
Cast: That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods, southerly lawyer
'Cos the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands
That's the night that the lights went out in Georgia
That's the night that they hung an innocent man
Well, don't trust your soul to no backwoods, southerly lawyer
'Cos the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands
The song comes to an end with the cast posing together in the center of the stage. Despayre is sitting in front row, applauding like everyone else, and he casts a glance to the seat next to him where Angel is placed and a Big Gulp Cherry Coke nestled between its side and paw.
Despayre: Say I know this is a song about murder but how's it going to help the investigation.
He keeps clapping when his face goes blank for a moment and he turns to stare at the bear.
Despayre: What do you mean you just wanted to see Mercedes 'shake her groove thang'!?
Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Jacksonville, Texas, weighing in at 230 pounds... RIX USHER!
“Forfeit the game
Before somebody else
Takes you out of the frame
And puts your name to shame
Cover up your face
You can't run the race
The pace is too fast
You just won't last”
The familiar beats and lyrics of Linkin Park’s “Point Of Authority” started playing & pyrotechnics fireworks started blasting away as Rix “F’ckin” Usher appeared at the arena staging wearing one of his trademark t-shirt and black trunks. As steam jets started shooting from both sides of the staging, Rix Usher starts walking down the ramp, smiling sick and manically. Usher then slides into the ring & scaled the turnbuckles, working the crowd up as he spreads his arms out.
Justin: And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at 255 pounds... JORDAN WILLIAMS!
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.
VS. RIX "F'CKIN'" USHER!
SINGLES MATCH
Simone: These two are undoubtedly very familiar with each other, as you well know Adams.
Adams: They are? I do?
Simone: Their paths have crossed on more than a number of occasions, finding themselves working for the same company going back to ASFW and then through GCW, then GXW and now here in SCW.
Adams: Oh right, I knew that.
Simone: Right... well regardless, this is the first time these two will actually be in the ring with each other in many, many years, so it should be interesting to see how much they really remember about one another.
As soon as the bell rings, both Rix and Jordan begin to circle one another before meeting at the center of the ring, where they quickly lock up into a collar and elbow tieup. The two struggled back and forth for leverage, with neither man able to gain the upper hand before breaking it off and backing up. They stare across the ring at each other for a moment before both jumping back to the center of the ring and tying up again, this time Jordan quickly dropping down and taking Rix over an arm drag. Rix quickly springs back up to his feet and stares back at Jordan, who has a smile come acros his face. The two tie right back up, but this time Rix quickly nails Jordan with a knee to the ribs. As Jordan doubles over, Rix quickly nails him with an uppercut to the jaw, knocking him straight back up, followed with a few right hands that sends Jordan stumbling back against the ropes. Rix pushes Jordan back against the ropes and fires him across the ring with an irish whip. Jordan hits the far ropes and bounces back and Rix drops down to for a back body drop, but Jordan leaps right over him and hits the other ropes. He bounces back and Rix turns around just in time to catch a spinning heel kick to the jaw!
Simone: Nice counter move there by Jordan.
Jordan waits as Rix stumbles back up to his feet and immediately grabs him and tosses him right back down with a scoop slam. He then bounces to the ropes and comes back with an elbow drop right to the chest of Rix. Jordan then hovers over Rix and starts to hammer him with repeated right hands, as the referee starts his count and eventually breaks it up. Jordan backs off and waits as Rix gets back up and as soon as he does, Jordan moves right back in. Jordan kicks Rix in the gut, doubling him over. He pulls Rix in, hooks him up and starts to lift him for a suplex. However, Rix manages to float over Jordan and out of the suplex attempt, falling right behind Jordan and then quickly grabbing him around the waste and taking him over with a german suplex, dropping him in the middle of the ring right on his neck.
Simone: A huge move there from Rix to help swing the tide back in his favor, dropping Jordan right down on his neck.
Adams: You know that one had to hurt!
Rix grabs Jordan and pulls up off of the mat and then quickly snapmares him right back over followed by a quick kick to the spine. Jordan arches his back in pain before falling back over flat onto the mat. Rix then backs off a few steps and as Jordan goes to push himself back up, Rix runs in and nails Jordan with a kick right to the face, sending him tumbling over. Rix quickly drops down and hooks the leg.
1...
2...
Jordan kicks out!
Simone: Jordan looked like he might have been out cold from that kick to the head, but he manages to get his shoulder up!
Rix pounds the mat in frustration and then grabs Jordan by the back of the head and pulls him back up. Rix then shoves Jordan back into the corner and starts to lay in sharp, knife-edge chops across the chest of Jordan, sending an echo throughout the arena that is followed up by chants of "WOOO!" throughout the crowd. After a few more, Rix swings for another chop, but Jordan slides out of the way at the last moment and then shoves Rix back into the corner. Jordan then starts to lay in a flury of punches right to the jaw of Rix, rocking him back into the corner again and again before he eventually goes falling down to the mat, just barely propped up by the ropes. Jordan then backs off, runs the ropes, bounces back and hits a dropkick right to the face of the seated Rix!
Simone: Jordan rallying a furious comeback, and things aren't looking so good for Rix right now.
Rix lays in the corner, seemingly completely out of it as Jordan gets right back up and pulls Rix out from the corner, placing him right in front of the corner. Jordan then pulls himself right up to the top and comes flying right back down with a split-legged moonsault. He quickly hooks the leg.
1..
2..
Rix kicks out just before three!
Adams: Whoa, that was close!
Simone: It certainly was, and Rix better be careful, because Jordan certainly looks to be trying to put him away here.
After the failed three count, Jordan doesn't even hesitate as he immediately springs right back up to his feet. He quickly grabs Rix and starts to pull him back up, back as Rix is about half way up to his feet, he quickly snatches Jordan around the neck and drops back, hooking Jordan right into a guillotine choke!
Adams: What were you saying about who putting anyway who, Simone?
Simone: That was a great move from out of nowhere, and now he's got Jordan locked in and stuck in the middle of the ring.
Rix cranks on the move tightly, taking the occasional opportunity to use his free arm to take a forearm shot right across the back of Jordan. He clenches even tighter, drawing a scream out of Jordan, who refuses to give up as he continues to try to find a way to fight out of the hold. Despite Rix having his legs tightly wrapped around Jordan's body, Jordan manages to muscle his way up slightly and get his legs under him, just enough to push Rix back and roll his shoulders onto the mat.
1..
2..
Rix pushes his shoulders up.
Jordan takes advantage of the opportunity, as Rix had to release his legs from around Jordan to push his shoulders off the mat. Jordan slowly starts to push himself up to his knees, and then tries to push further into a standing position. Rix, refusing to remove the hold, pushes himself up along with Jordan, until the two both get up their feet, and Rix now has Jordan locked in a standing guillotine. The fans start to loudly cheer on Jordan as he tries to fight his way out. Jordan gets in a couple of quick shots to the ribs of Rix, but not even to get him to break the hold, and is quickly stopped as Rix cracks another forearm shot down across the back of Jordan. Rix cranks the hold on even tighter when suddenly Jordan rallies up all his strength and wraps his arms around Rix and lights him up and over straight into a Northern Lights suplex!
Simone: A huge move there by Jordan, but is he going to be able to take advantage of it?
Adams: I don't know, neither of these guys look like they're moving.
Both men lay down on the mat as the referee checks on them both. After a few moments of the neither man moving, the referee starts his count.
1.....
2.....
3.....
4.....
5.....
6.....
7.....
Jordan is the first man up, as he slowly stumbles up to his feet. He looks over at Rix who just seems to be pulling himself back up and quickly charges in at him. Rix quickly drops out of the way and takes Jordan down with a quick drop toehold. Rix then leaps right onto Jordan's back and goes to lock him into one of his submission finishers, the Tap or Snap. Jordan sees it coming however, and quickly pulls away from Rix and fights him off with a series of right hands straight to the head of Jordan. The two then begin to exchange right hands back and forth as they work their way up to their feet. Jordan starts to gain the upper hand, and knocks Rix back against the rope before shooting him off with an irish whip, but Rix reverses it and sends Jordan to the ropes. Jordan hits the far ropes and comes bouncing back, and Rix lines him up and kicks at him with a Muay Thai kick, but Jordan manages to slide down under the kick, right pas Rix. Jordan then brings right back up to his feet behind Rix and grabs him in a full nelson. He then quickly takes Rix over into a dragon suplex!
Simone: The ATL Crusher!!!
Jordan holds onto the move, bridging it into a pin.
1...
2...
3!!!
Simone: And Jordan picks up the win!
Adams: I guess he does really have it after all.
Justin: Here is your winner... JORDAN "PS" WILLIAMS!
Simone: I know a boss who's gonna be pissed!
Adams: Jordan defeats Rix, and the boss will be livid
Simone: I really can't believe what it is we're about to see.
Adams: You can't? Why? I think it's going to be epic!
Simone: Epic!? That little twat James Huntington-Hawkes...
Adams: The third....
Simone: Whatever. He petitioned Christian for a rematch, an actual rematch, to try and win his so-called Universal championship back -- and that's what we're about to see!
The bell sounds AND Justin begins the introductions.
Justin: The following special challenge match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the self-proclaimed Universal championship! Introducing first, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing 155 pounds ... James Huntington-Hawkes III!
The lights dim down a little and the opening to Maroon 5's "Moves Like Jagger" starts to play. The fan's look towards the entrance ramp as two beautiful women walk out from the backstage area and stands either side of the entrance ramp. A huge man with a bald head, Simpson, appears at the top of the ramp, wearing a suit. The man adjusts his tie and points to the entrance ramp and a shorter, young looking man, maybe in his teens walks through the entrance, much to the amusement of the fans. James Huntington-Hawkes III stands on the top of the ramp, and the two beautiful young ladies takes an arm each, and lead him down towards the ring, with the big man leading the way. As the four get to the ring, Simpson steps up the ring steps and bends open the ropes for James to step up and in to the ring James runs up the steps and in to the ring, The women quickly follows him up the steps and in to the ring, followed by Simpson. James steps to the center of the ring and the two women stand behind him and James starts to dance. Moving first to the left, then a step to the right, moving his arms out in the opposite directions then he steps. He takes a two steps forward, dipping his shoulders, before leaning back and doing a 'Jagger strut' and raising his arms.
Simone: What. A. Tool.
Adams: He reminds me of someone but I'm stuck in the moment.
Justin: His opponent ...
Justin looks outside with a weird expression but shrugs and continues...
Justin: His opponent is from Build-A-Bear country! His weight is... none of your business ... and he is the current reigning and defending Universal champion ... Angel!
"If you go out in the woods today
For every bear that ever there was
The crowd is on its feet and clamoring towards the barricade as Despayre steps out from behind the curtains in a sweatsuit, holding Angel who is wearing a small trainer's workout uniform with the Universal title around his bite-sized waist. Despayre holds Angel up and the cheers magnify ten times over as Despayre and the 'champion' starts to descend the ramp.
You're sure of a big surprise.
If you go out in the woods today
You'd better go in disguise.
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic."
Simone: How is it that a teddy bear has practically eclipsed every other SCW superstar in popularity!?
Adams: Well the answer is obvious I would think. It's Angel! Hel-LO!?
"Picnic time for teddy bears,
Despayre holds Angel's paws out toward the hands of the fans so the 'champion' can slap paws, er, palms, with the fans reaching out to him .. it ... whatever.
The little teddy bears are having a lovely time today.
Watch them, catch them unawares,
And see them picnic on their holiday.
See them gaily dance about.
They love to play and shout.
And never have any cares.
At six o'clock their mommies and daddies
Will take them home to bed
Because they're tired little teddy bears."
Adams: You notice when it's Angel, he gets close to the fans but when he's the one competing...
Simone: He's a weird little fella.
"If you go out in the woods today,
For every bear that ever there was
Despayre rolls beneath the bottom rope, pulling Angel in with him as the 'Teddy Bear' song fades and JHHIII starts to stomp over to confront this odd duo but Despayre holds Angel up as if to answer the smart mouth youth and points a finger from behind the bear as if to say "That's right!"
You'd better not go alone.
It's lovely out in the woods today,
But safer to stay at home.
Will gather there for certain, because
Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic"
Adams: Okay this is a bit weird even for me.
Drew Patton steps in between them and asks for the title belt and Despayre responds by asking the official if his hands are clean. Drew rolls his eyes ans holds his hands out for Despayre to inspect them and only then does he remove the belt from the teddy bear's waist and passes it to the official. James immediately makes a grab for the belt but Drew pulls it away from him and the rich kid frowns noticably. The official steps back and holds the belt up and the crowd cheers.
Adams: So do you think Angel will whip this kid a second time?
Simone: Did you even hear what you just asked me? .... And I dearly hope so.
Drew hands the belt out to Justin and then goes over to JHHIII and orders his bodyguard/butler, Simpson, to leave the ring. JHHIII immediately starts to argue and protest.
Simone: What, does he think the big guy is going to be allowed to stay in the ring?
The official doesn't yield of course and insists that Simpson leave. JHHIII points over at the opposing corner and the referee nods and points at Despayre and tells him to leave as well. Despayre frowns and James smiles and nods.
Adams: I guess he thinks he has a better chance against Angel this way.
Simone: I can just hear the late night talk show monologues now!
Despayre reluctantly places Angel down on the mat and waits until Simpson starts to exit the ring, before he complies as well. He drops to the floor and Drew calls for the bell!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Vs 
ERM.... UGH.... MAN VS BEAR UNIVERSAL TITLE MATCH
Drew steps back as the cocky JHHIII struts over to where Angel sits motionless and he points at the teddy bear and starts jawing at him.
Simone: Please tell me this idiot isn't talking trash to a teddy bear!
Despayre suddenly starts to climb up onto the apron and this causes Simpson to respond in kind. The big man climbs up and Drew turns and sees him and immediately goes over and starts arguing with the big man, ordering him to get down. Simpson argues back but this distraction allows Despayre to drop down to the floor and he quickly grabs a chair from the timekeeper's table and waves it toward JHHIII.
Adams: What's Despy doing?
Simone: Is he offering the chair to Angel's opponent!?
JHHIII points at the chair and then himself, questioningly. Despayre nods eagerly and the "brat prat" smiles and nods and Despayre slides the chair into the ring where James snatches it eagerly. JHHIII holds the chair up high to the fans' boos as Despayre starts pounding the mat from the outside, and Angel topples over to his side. Simpson finally drops to the floor and Drew turns around and sees James holding the chair. Despayre starts shouting and pointing at Angel who is down.
Simone: Oh no... *laughs* Oh no he didn't!
The referee stomps over and points at James and the chair, then down at Angel. JHHIII blinks and it finally hits him and he starts shaking his head. Drew turns and calls for the bell.
Adams: He did! Ha ha ha! Oh my god! This is priceless!
The bell sounds and Despayre reaches in quickly and slips Angel from the ring as Drew drops to the floor and passes the belt back.
Justin: The winner of the match as a result of a disqualification, and STILL the self-proclaimed Universal champion ... Angel!
Despayre is jumping up and down and all around, laughing in glee and pointing into the ring at James who throws the chair to the mat and he starts kicking and stomping and throwing a fit!
Simone: One has to wonder; what is going to embarass that kid more!? The fact he just lost his big rematch...
Adams: Or the fact he just got outsmarted by Despayre of all people!?
Backstage, we find Synn, Rage and Gabriel watching what happened on a monitor.
Rage: Where the hell'd the little guy learn dirty tricks like that?
Gabriel and Synn look at each other and shake hands, smiling.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following content is a singles match. Introducing first from Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing in at 375 pounds, he is a member of The New Xtremes, he is -- 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 Decent: And his opponent, 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.
VS 
SINGLE MATCH
DING-DING-DING!!!
Nick walks towards Casey as the bell rings and instantly pokes Casey in the eye.
Simone: So it's gonna be like that, huh?
Adams: It's Nick Jones, duh cheating!
Casey spins around holding his eye, but Nick jumps in with a punch on the much bigger man, right to the side of the head. Casey rocks back and Nick plants a boot to the big man's knee. Casey drops to one knee, and Nick grabs Casey's head and drops him face first, slamming his head in to the canvas. Nick puts the boots to Casey, stomping hard on Casey's head and neck. Nick turns smirks at the crowd, causing them to boo. Nick ignores the crowd and lifts Casey's head and pulling the bigger man to his knees, holding the back of his head and slamming a fist in to Casey's jaw. Casey falls backwards, landing on his back. Nick continues the assualt by dropping a fist drop against Casey's head. Nick turns back towards the crowd, kissing his bicep and causing the fans to boo loudly at Sin City Wrestling's most arrogant.
Simone: Nick wasting time here
Nick turns back to Casey and lifts him back to his feet, but Casey puts two hands on Nick's chest and pushes him hard, sending Nick flying across the ring!
Simone: The giant is pissed!
Nick looks surprised as he looks across the ring at Casey Williams walking towards him. Nick slides back away from Casey, grabbing the top rope, but Casey takes Nick by the ankles and pulls him forward and slamming him down hard against the ground. Nick's head bounces off the mat and he rolls over holding the back of it. Casey waits for Nick to roll over and puts a hand on Nick's throat, lifting him to his feel in one huge lift. Casey continues to lift Nick for a chokeslam but Nick quickly punches Casey in the head, forcing Casey to drop him. Nick tries to kick Casey in the leg but Casey grabs Nick's leg and flips him on to his back. Casey walks around to the side of his opponents body and puts a huge foot on Nick's chest before stepping over him, crushing Nick beneath his weight. Nick rolls over gasping for air, but Casey puts a foot on his back and steps over him again in the opposite direction. Casey drags Nick to his feet and wraps his hands around the side of Nick's head and pulls Nick close, nailing him with a huge headbutt. Nick hits the floor hard when Casey releases him, holding his forehead. Casey pulls Nick to his feet and throws him against the ropes. As Nick flies back, Casey lifts his leg, but Nick slides under it, springs to his feet and wraps his hands around Casey's chin, jumping up in the air and nailing him with a huge back cracker!
Adams: Great move from Nick Jones
Simone: Meh, it was ok.
Adams: You really don't like that dude, do ya?
Nick winks at the crowd and taps the side of his head and lifts Casey Williams to his knees, nailing him with two straight right hands. Nick lifts Casey's chin with his left hand, kisses his right fist before throwing a heavy right hand to Casey Williams jaw.
Simone: Three punch combo
Adams: Trademark: Nick Jones... erm, somewhere in the early two thousands
Nick looks to the fallen Casey and drops down for the cover.
1...
2...
Casey kicks out.
Nick pulls Casey to his feet and puts him in a front face lock before swinging around and nailing Casey with a swinging neckbreaker! Nick quickly returns to his feet and drops a quick elbow down across Casey Williams chest. Nick lays posing on the canvas for a few seconds, resting his chin on an open palm, causing boos from the fan. Nick gets to his feet and pulls Casey with him. Casey wobbles as his stands, but Nick jumps up and nails Casey with a spinning heel kick, sending Casey flying back first in to the corner. Nick charges at Casey, nailing the freight train of pain with a huge clothesline across the chest. Nick climbs on the second rope and starts to drop elbows to Casey's head. Casey steps out of the corner, holding Nick above him and drops Nick with a huge spinebuster! Casey stays on top for the cover.
1...
2...
Nick kicks out!
Simone: Casey nearly pulled this one out of the bag, out of nowhere
Adams: Everyone says "out of nowhere" but I wanna know where nowhere is.
Casey pulls Nick to his feet and tosses him in to the corner with a huge amount of force. Nick stays in the corner and Casey charges him, nailing him with a huge splash. Casey puts his hand Nick's head and pulls his other arm back, slapping Nick across the chest. Casey swings his other arm around and chops Nick across the chest, turning the well toned upper body of Nick Jones, a bright red colour. He pulls his hand back again and drills Nick with another chop across the chest. Nick stumbles out of the corner, holding his upper body. As Nick stumbles out, Casey grabs him from behind and picks Nick up in a torture rack. He holds Nick in the air for a few seconds before throwing him over the front of Casey and dropping Nick down on his knee, driving his knee in to Nick's back. Casey rolls Nick over and attempts a cover.
1..
2..
Nick gets a shoulder up.
Simone: Our number one contender and Hot Stuff's choice for heavyweight champion, Nick Jones, is in trouble here
Casey rears back, waiting for Nick to return to his feet. As Nick does, Casey charges at him, diving in for a spear, but Nick smartly moves out of the way, putting his hands on Casey's back and driving him towards the corner. Casey collides shoulder first with the turnbuckle and lets out a huge yell of pain. Casey stumbles out backwards and Nick grabs hold of his head, hooks him up and spins around with a reverse spinning neckbreaker! Casey crashes hard to the canvas, rolling over and holding the back of his head. Nick grabs Casey in a front facelock and drags him up to his feet and quickly drops Casey down with a huge DDT, bouncing Casey's head off the canvas. Casey rolls over and Nick again drags the much bigger man to his feet. With both men on their feet, Nick hooks Casey up and lifts him over with a huge T Bone suplex!
Simone: Holy hell! It takes a lot of power to lift someone over three hundred pounds, over your head with a T Bone suplex
Nick drops down for the cover.
1..
2..
Casey gets a shoulder up!
Simone: Another shoulder up from Casey
Adams: It's a big shoulder
Nick looks frustrated but drags Casey up to his feet again, but Casey wraps two hands around his throat and lifts him high in the air and throws Nick across the ring. Nick lands hard on the other side of the ring and Casey steps back slightly. As Nick gets to his feet, Casey charges and nails Nick with a big boot to the side of the head. Nick stumbles and grabs on to the middle rope. Casey runs at Nick and leapfrogs, dropping a leg across the back of Nick, squashing him against the ropes. Casey turns around and raises his arms to the crowd and balls his fist up
Simone: Casey could be looking for the Kiss Of Death here!
Nick pulls himself off the ropes and turns around, Casey pulls his huge arm back and swings it with almighty force towards Nick's head. Nick ducks the Kiss Of Death and runs behind Casey. Casey spins around but Nick uses the second rope as a springboard. He spins in mid air, grabbing Casey by the head and dropping in down with an X Factor!
Adams: Better Than You! Nick just nailed Casey with the Better Than You!
Nick drops down for the cover.
1..
2..
3!
Justin: The winner of the match ... Nick Jones!
Simone: From nowhere, Nick pulls this one off, and look at that smirk on his face!
Adams: You can never count Nick Jones out. That's why he's number 1 contender!
Gabriel is seen leaning against a wall backstage. He looks up at the camera and beckons it closer.
Gabriel: Tonight has been a lot of fun and games for the Sins, but now we have to get a little serious.
Gabriel clears his throat.
Gabriel: Yes, I'm talking about you Goth. I know, it's a bit obvious but yes, we need to talk about you. You see last week, you made a challenge, a two on one deal to take on the Sins. Now I think this must rank up there with your most stupid things you've ever done. I sat and thought back last night, thinking about all the stupid things you've done and wow Goth, there has been a lot of stupid things you've pulled off. Let's start with the AWA shall we?
Gabriel pauses for a second
Gabriel: Let's start with some of the firings you made there Goth. Let's talk bout you firing Casey Williams. Stupid move from you Goth. Now I know Casey and I were never close friends, but we had a respect for each other after beating the daylights out of each other a few times, and you let him go. He called me that day to tell me, now usually I never listen to Casey Williams, but he warned me about you, he told me of your stupidity, I never believed him... rest assured I do now. But that wasn't your only act of stupidity, was it Goth? No, it wasn't
Gabriel puts a finger up
Gabriel: Let me break it down for the people who don't know. Back in the AWA, there was this unstoppable force, a beast, a monster, a man who couldn't lose, the AWA World Champion, a guy by the name of Kain
Gabriel pauses as boos in the distance are heard
Gabriel: Yes, the one and same. Now there was but one man, who had the ability to defeat that monster, the man who lined the pockets of everyone with a share in the business. That man was me. Now Kain was solid gold, making the company millions, and Goth decided to protect his investment, by giving me a shot at him in a non title match. I was pissed at first, but thought hell, I could prove to the world that I was the next big thing. I beat Kain, and what did Goth do? He took a chair and broke the monsters ankle! I took a million dollar man, put him in a position where he couldn't make money and fired him! He flushed a beast down the pan, not wise Goth. I'm sure you've seen Kain here, and ruining him, was the worst thing you could have done for the AWA, but a great thing for SCW, but again, stupid move.
Gabriel smirks
Gabriel: Stupid thing number three Goth. When we left AWA, you followed us here, I mean how much more stupid can you get? Oh wait, you challenged us to a handicap match. What's wrong? None of your AWA bitches wanna come and help you out? Have you really alienated everyone? Can't you bring over your little bitch Toddi over here? Hell, ya made me whoop him every week. You know what Goth? We'll take you, we'll take the Teddy bear killer, and I don't give a damn if I have to beat both of down to the ground, or if I have to beat your whore painted face to the ground myself, I will do it. Challenge accepted freak!
Gabriel walks off camera
Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentlemen, our following contest is our main event for the night, for the SCW Tag Team Championship, 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, hailing from Philadelphia, PA, weighting in at one hundred and sixty-five pounds....
NIGHTMARE SEAN WILLIAMS!
The lights dim, and then completely shut off. Purple and black pyro fall from the sky, as November 18th blasts through the speakers, the crowd rise to their feet acknowledging Sean, who is standing at the top of the ramp playing to the crowd, he looks both ways before making his way down the ramp towards the ring. Sean hops up on the apron and plays to the crowd again before climbing between the ropes, bouncing off each end.
Justin: Their opponents have a combined weight of 545 pounds, they are Sin City Wrestling's current Tag Team Champions.... the team of Rage and Jamie Staggs!
"Slow Chemical" by Finger Eleven plays and Rage and Jamie Staggs head right out towards the ring, tag titles over their shoulders. Jamie slaps hands along the way but Rage is all business as he walks directly for the ring, his eyes never leaving the two men waiting inside. Rage climnbs in through the ropes as Jamie rolls beneath the bottom rope and jumps up, and the four men meet in the center of the ring as the fans rally their support. Both men hand their titles to the referee
VS. 
MAIN EVENT TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
DING-DING-DING!!!
As the bell rings, Rage immediately grabs Sean Williams by the throat and forces him back to the ropes, gripping his hands around the smaller man's neck and forcing him down to one knee. Rage picks Sean up off the ground, both hands wrapped tightly around his neck, Sean kicks his legs out, kicking Rage in the gut, but Rage holds on to Sean. Sean leans down and starts to drill huge right hands in to the top Rage's head. Rage drops Sean but Sean quickly springs up and kicks Rage in the head with an enziguri, leaping off the ground and putting his boot to the side of the big man's head. Rage stumbles back, but Sean jumps up and nails Rage with a dropkick, sending the big man on his back. Sean leans over Rage and starts to land heavy punches in to Rage's head, unrelentlessly drilling him with hard lefts and rights.
Simone: Sean Williams is taking it to the big man
Adams: Not sure that's wise
Rage pushes Sean off but Sean quickly jumps in and nails Rage with a low dropkick to the head, sending Rage back on to his large back. Rage punches the floor and quickly jumps up to his feet but Sean takes Rage back down with a drop toehold, forcing Rage across the middle rope. Sean stands on Rage's back and jumps up and down, using the top rope for balance, before flying over the top rope and dropping a legdrop across the back of Rage's head!
Simone: Nice move from Nightmare!
Adams: I used to do that.
Nightmare turns around and lays a hard right hand in to Rage's jaw, sending Rage backwards on on to his knees. Rage gets to his feet and Nightmare bounces quickly back on to the ring apron. As Nightmare jumps over the top, using the top rope and a springboard, attempting a unique suicide dive, Rage catches him and throws him over his back with a fallaway slam. With the tide turned, Rage's eyes narrow with anger and he quickly pulls Nightmare back to his feet and starts to slam hard shots to the body. Williams moves back in to the corner and starts to slam him with huge shots to the ribs. Nightmare puts his feet up and kicks Rage away, but Rage comes charging back in. Nightmare lifts his legs to try and get over Rage's back, but Rage catches him and lifts Nightmare up in a crucifix. Rage steps out of the corner and turns back to face the turnbuckle. He lifts Nightmare high and throws him back first in to the turnbuckle, the force taking Nightmare over the top rope to the outside of the ring!
Adams: I think Rage was aiming for the first row!
Rage walks over to Jamie and tags Jamie in to the ring, but quickly jumps out of the ring and walks towards Nightmare laying on the floor. Rage picks up Nightmare and throws him in the ring to Jamie.
Adams: Nothing like a good delivery service
Jamie stops on Nightmare as he rolls towards him, before picking him up by the head. Jamie jabs Nightmare in the face twice, before nailing him with a heavy right, sending him down to the ground. Jamie drops a knee across Nightmare's head and runs towards the corner and quickly climbs the ropes.
Simone: Jamie taking a big risk
Adams: He is a risk taker, so his bio on www.scwrestling.co.cc says anyway
Simone: Cheap pop for the website there
Jamie jumps off the top rope, crashing both legs across Nightmare's chest. Jamie goes for the cover.
1...
2...
Nightmare kicks out.
Both men get to their feet and Jamie grabs hold of Nightmare by the wrist and throws him in to the ropes. Jamie ducks as Nightmare comes back, and Nightmare leap frogs over the back of Jamie. As Jamie turns around, Nightmare jumps up, grabbing Jamie's head and nailing him with a codebreaker! Nightmare goes for the cover.
1..
2...
Jamie kicks out.
Simone: Nightmare nearly took the tag gold there
Jamie looks surprised and quickly gets to his feet, but as he does, Nightmare jumps up and catches him with a flying head scissiors. As Jamie bounces back to his feet, Nightmare springs up and jumps in the air, catching Jamie's head and dropping him in a tornado DDT. Nightmare gets to his corner and tags in Wyatt Peterson.
Simone: Peterson in
Adams: This man has headlined our last two out of our last three shows, he's no slouch in the ring
Wyatt comes in with all guns blazing, nailing Jamie with a clothesline. As Jamie gets to his feet and swings a hand towards Wyatt, Wyatt jumps behind him and hooks him up in a full nelson. He lifts Jamie in the air and drops him down hard with a full nelson slam! Wyatt turns to the crowd, the fire of determination burning in his eyes. Jamie returns to his feet and Wyatt picks him up and drops him in a single arm slam down to the canvas. Wyatt picks Jamie up, hitting him hard in the face, and following up with a kick to the gut. Wyatt grabs hold of Jamie and lifts him over in a gutwrench suplex.
Simone: This guy impresses me the more and more I see him
Adams: And he's got a really cool hat!
Wyatt drops down for the pin
1..
2...
Jamie kicks out.
Both men quickly scramble to their feet and Jamie throws a punch at Wyatt, but Wyatt blocks and throws one back, catching Jamie on the jaw. Jamie stumbles back and Wyatt charges him for a clothesline, but Jamie jumps out of the way. Wyatt goes past Jamie, but Jamie quickly spins Wyatt around, and kicks him in the gut, dropping Wyatt down with a DDT. Jamie grabs Wyatt to his feet and tosses him off the ropes, as Wyatt returns, Jamie drops his head and lifts Wyatt over with a huge back body drop, sending Wyatt flying through the air. Wyatt springs to his knees and Jamie runs at him, sliding along the floor, lifting his legs up and catching Wyatt just under the chin with a modified baseball slide. Jamie gets to his feet as Wyatt rolls over holding his jaw. Jamie walks to the corner and tags Rage in to the ring. Rage steps over the top rope and Jamie says something to him. Rage shrugs his shoulders and lifts Jamie up in a military press slam and drops him across Wyatt.
Simone: Rage and Jamie Staggs are acting like a tag team now.
Jamie leaves the ring, and Rage walks over to Wyatt, and picks him off the floor, just staring at him.
Adams: Two huge monsters in the ring right now
Rage throws a punch at Wyatt, who seems to shake it off, and throws one back at Rage, who also seems to shake it off. The two big men lock up, both looking for dominance.
Adams: This reminds me of a scene in Police Academy six, where Hightower and the big bald bearded guy lock up. Awesome movie
Rage pushes Wyatt back to the ropes and slams a huge arm across the chest, but Wyatt spins him around and nails Rage with a stinging punch to the face. Wyatt throws Rage to the ropes, as Rage returns, Wyatt drops his head and Rage connects with an uppercut, as Wyatt stumbles Rage lifts him up with a huge military press.
Simone: Look at the strength from Rage!
Wyatt wiggles off Rage's arms and drops down behind Rage and spins Rage around, lifting Rage up in a military press!
Adams: Now look at the strength frm Wyatt!
Wyatt drops Rage down on his face and steps back, waiting for Rage to get back to his feet. Rage gets up and charges at Rage, attempting the Boomtown, but Rage ducks it and wraps a hand around Wyatt's throat. Rage lifts Wyatt up, attempting a chokeslam, but Wyatt kicks him in the gut and hooks up Rage's head and drops him with a flatliner! Both Rage and Wyatt lay in the ring, and start to angle themselves towards their corner. Both men crawl towards their corners and tag in their partners!
Simone: Jamie and Sean both in
Both Jamie and Sean fire right hands at each other, Sean taking the upper hand, he backs Jamie in to the ropes, slamming him hard with right hands. Sean whips Jamie to the ropes, and nails him with a huge scissiors kick! Sean pulls Jamie to his feet and hooks his head up.
Simone: Nightmare looking to put Jamie away!
Sean lifts Jamie up and drops him with a jackhammer.
Simone: Self Destruction!
Sean hooks the leg!
1...
2...
Wyatt nails the Boomtown on Rage, while Rage is on the ring apron, sending him flying backwards!
3!
Justin: Here is your winner, AND NEW SCW Tag Team Champions... Nightmare Sean Williams and Wyatt Peterson!
Simone: New tag team champions! Sean Williams and Wyatt Peterson have done it!
Adams: What a great match! They pick up the win out of that place called nowhere!
Simone: What a great night for the new champions, but it's time to leave you all, we'll see you next week on Climax Control!
Adams: Goodnight everyone!
The screen fades out to a shot of Wyatt Peterson and Sean Williams being handed the tag titles
A huge thank you to Chris, Mark, Derek, Craig, David, Frost and Mete for contributing to this show, and to all our roleplayers that make the SCW possible.