The song ends and the fans applaud as Amanda takes a bow and waves to them before vanishing backstage.

Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Contol, I'm Belinda Simone alongside Jason Adams.

Adams: We are just two weeks away from Blaze Of Glory

Simone: That's right Jason, we've heard some matches announced, but tonight, we hear that more matches will be announced

Adams: That's without the five matches we have for you tonight.

Simone: Tonight, we have four people making their debuts, as Gina Graham goes one on one with Veronica Taylor

Adams: Yes, THE Veronica Taylor, Supermodel extrodinaire making her SCW debut

Simone: Ugh, and for the ladies out there, we have Bobby The Convict Cage and Brandon Medieros in their debut, going one on one

Adams: Also tonight, we have The Monster on the cards, the fast rising superstar, Damon Synn, takes on the very resiliant Old Skool

Simone: And the most elaborate stable in Sin City Wrestling, The Seven Deadly Sins flagship tag team, Sinful Obsession take on tag team champions Nightmare Sean Williams and Wyatt Peterson in a non title match

Adams: There's gonna be fireworks in that one after Gabriel had some very harsh words for Sean over his past

Simone: And in tonight's main event, New Xtreme members Spike Staggs and Casey Williams against Kain and a mystery partner

Adams: Speculation has been flying around all week on who this mystery partner is, everyone from Adam Rich to Hot Stuff Mark Ward has been mentioned

Simone: It's gonna be one hell of a night Jason

Adams: It is, so let's do this!

The lights in the arena fade out as a blue glow overtakes the stage. Blue whirls take over the screen, and smoke lifts up from the stage. The smoke whirls around, and “Broken Pieces” by Aocalyptica plays. A gust of wind blows papers, and signs across the stage. Kittie walks out onto the stage. She props the Bombshell Championship on her shoulder, lulling it like a baby. Her face is very solemn as she just stands there. She looks up to the rafters and slowly looks back down. The lights come back on, but the stage lights are blue. She walks down to the ring, this time, with energy in each step. She gets to the head of the ring, and slides in underneath the bottom rope. She quickly walks to each turnbuckle and glares out into the audience, shouting at each fan that goes out of their way to shout and cat call toward her. She stomps in the middle of the ring, as the boos echo around before she takes a deep breath and then walks over to Justin Decent, receiving a microphone. She immediately raises the microphone to her lips, hissing into it.

Kittie: SHUT THE HELL UP AND LET THE SIN OF ENVY TALK, DAMMIT!

Kittie takes in the booing, and she walks to the edge of the ring, pointing at a fan who is screaming at her. She rests her elbow on the top rope, flipping him off, feeling pleased with his response as the corner of her lip curls into a half smile.

Kittie: You’d like that, would you shit head? Sit on it!

Kittie turns around, slapping her backside at him as she walks back to the center of the ring, pacing back and forth. She looks up to the rafters, and then she steadies her focus on the entryway.

Kittie: There are a lot of bitches in the back, with their big talk, and their inflated egos, who want to try to anger me so that I will attack them, and they get an instant shot at my championship. We had Kandi Washington… That loud mouthed skank ho talked a big, mean game about how she was going to be the dominant female around here. I heard she tried to proposition Mark for a B.J. and when he told her he didn’t like the idea of getting the Herps, she ran off crying. But the real story is that she realized that she made a big mistake when she challenged me.

Kittie smiles, satisfied with herself as she walks over to the far end of the ring, leaning against the corner.

Kittie: Then, you’ve got the new arrivals like Veronica Taylor. She wants to talk about being cutthroat? Honey, “throwing shade” and staring daggers hardly compares to suplexes and DDTs. That is all I really have to say about that. Come to us when you learn what either of those is, baby doll…

Kittie rolls her eyes before she lifts adjusts the belt as she waltzes back to the center of the ring. She waves on the booing as she hoists the Bombshell Championship up into the air before gently lowering it back to her shoulders. She nods her head as she whispers gently to it. She bops it up and down as she walks around in a slow circle.

Kittie: That’s not even mentioning the three bitches I’m facing at Blaze of Glory. All three of them running their mouths about how they are gonna beat me, and how they’re gonna take my title, and all of that fairytale bullshit! Well, guess what? I’ve beaten all three of their asses already. I’ve proven time after time after time that I am the top female here. And come Blaze of Glory, I will just have to prove it again. Brooklyn, Raynin, and Misty. Try not to piss me off too bad if you enjoy breathing through your mouth…

”Broken Pieces” starts playing again. Kittie drops the microphone and she heads over to the ropes, exiting under the top rope. She pauses on the apron, looking from side to side before dropping down to the floor. She marches up the entryway and pauses just in front of the curtains. She turns around and holds the belt up next to her face for everyone to see before she walks backward, disappearing behind the curtains.

The cameras cut backstage to see referee Drew Patton holding and looking at a piece of paper that has elegant hand writing on it that reads:

“I’ve been a part of the wrestling world for a very short time, but in that short time I have learned nobody has your back but yourself.”

Signed – TXO

The scene opens up as the fans are cheering loudly as they see Ms. Rocky Mountains standing backstage in the interview area where the SCW logo is on a black backdrop she is wearing a pink dress, and clear high heel shoes, her black hair is hanging straight down the small of her back. As Ms. Rocky Mountains stands their for a few more seconds she begins to speak in her normal ton.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Hello and welcome to SCW Climax Control Sin City I am here do to my inside reporting bringing you the fans moments before her debut she is a world renowned supermodel she is better known by her nickname the first class model she will be facing Gina Graham her name is Veronica Taylor

Veronica Taylor along with her publicist Sidney Anderson step into view the fans automatically giving her a round of boos as Sidney is on her phone yelling at the person on the other line.

Sidney Anderson: Listen after Veronica wins I want freaking news media to be all over it ready to shoot live after the match okay? What do you mean? Ughh ok whatever make sure it happens! God the help here sucks its ran by stupid drunk gambling fools.

The fans boo at the shot on Los Vegas by Sidney as she hangs up the phone and puts it in her pocket as she smirks along with her client Veronica Taylor who is dressed in green wrestling shorts, black dior knee high heel boots, and a green top with a black jacket that says Veronica Taylor in cursive, a pair of Hollywood sun glasses and her necklace around her neck she looks peers over her glasses disgusted at the sight of Ms. Rocky Mountains in front of her as Ms. Rocky Mountains begins to speak.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Tonight Veronica you go one on one with Gina Graham your response to this tough match up for your very first wrestling match?

Veronica sneers at Ms. Rocky Mountains for a bit before turning to Sidney who is fixing her hair for her as Veronica begins to speak in an arrogant over the top bitchy tone as the fans boo slightly at her.

Veronica Taylor: First of all your breath reeks! Oh my god if you stink this bad I wonder what those trailer trash creatures in the arena smell like second of all my hair better be prefect Sidney you know how I like my hair. Now who the hell is Gina Graham? I mean seriously I have no idea who this girl is! Is she important? Obviously not! I mean come on I am facing a total nobody tonight!

Rocky Mountains is not happy with Veronica's bitchy attitude Sidney finally stops fixing Veronica's hair and hands Veronica a mirror to check herself making sure she is prefect as Veronica continues to speak in the same tone.

Veronica Taylor: In fact I have a present fort Gina I made her look better take a look at this photo cause I found a picture only her and I nearly threw up in my mouth looking at it.

Veronica holds up the photo its Gina grinning face on a cow Veronica and Sidney are both laugh hysterically at the photo as Sidney exclaims at the photo as the fans boo at the disrespect shown to Gina from Veronica.

Sidney Anderson: What a cow! Sad thing is she looks better mooing than in a wrestling ring. After Veronica takes this cow out to pasture she has plans for the other bombshells, and the whole of Sin City Wrestling and it will be all over the news media mark my words

Sidney and Veronica laugh at the jokes they are making as the fans boo them even louder than before. As Ms. Rocky Mountains begins to speak in her normal tone staying professional during this interview is a challenge.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Interesting points but what do you think about Sin City Wrestling so far?

Veronica has a more serious look on her face as she places one hand on her hip as she begins to speak not even looking at Rocky Mountains putting her hand rudely in her face as she begins to speak in the same arrogant bitchy tone.

Veronica Taylor: Honestly I do not know why I even joined here no competion at all I am just going to walk through this place being the goddess I am will just beat every single bombshell with no problem at all and not even break a sweat at all because sweating will make my make up run which is not a good thing. Also no class these creatures keep booing saying mean things about me oh boo who i am not a nice girl get over it the age of the nice girl in SCW is dead, its the age of the first class model. Then I get to preform in one horse towns like Carson. Where the hell is Carson I mean seriously whats it famous for? Don't answer that because that answer will be clear soon enough my presence here is giving SCW more publicity than it has ever had its existence. And Gina will be famous for losing to yours truly and that is just totally fabulous!

Sidney interjects as Veronica is talking.

Sidney Anderson: According to my sources she does not understand us Veronica can you explain to her in her native tongue whats going to happen to her.

Veronica smirks before saying in an over the top arrogant voice.

Veronica Taylor: Oh my bad listen Gina all I have to say to you is mooooooo moooo mooooooooooo bitch!

Veronica pushes Rocky Mountains out of the way as she and Sidney head to the entrance area with the fans booing them loudly. As they get ready for the very first match of SCW Climax Control live from Carson High School in Carson Nevada.

The camera shots a man who is making his way through the parking lot looking to enter the arena. He goes to enter but is stopped by a staff member who is in front of the door.

Staff: Name and registration.

Man: Corporate Raven and I'm not on the list.

Staff: Then you can't enter.

Corporate Raven: There's no need to enter I only want you to deliver a message and that is that I want to challenge Spike Staggs to an interpromotional match. That's it and that's all.

Corporate Raven turns and leaves as the scene ends.

Hang up the chick habit
Hang it up, daddy
Or you'll be alone in a quick
Hang up the chick habit
Hang it up, daddy
Or you'll never get another fix

"Chick Habit" by April March hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing as the camera pans and from the back enters Veronica Taylor with an arrogant smirk on her face.

Justin: Our opening contest at Climax Control features Bombshell action, and it is scheduled for one fall! Coming down to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 116 pounds ... Veronica Taylor!

As the fans boo her Veronica yells at them to shut up before striking a series of arrogant model poses which gives her some cat calls from the men but mostly boos and then she keeps up her walking the run way strut down to the ring stopping now and again to taunt the fans and show herself off with some poses showing off her sizzling ring attire and entrance jacket, before climbing the ring stairs and stands on the ring side doing another arrogant model pose before whipping her boots off and then she orders the ref to hold the ring rope down which he does she then enters the ring walking around with her hands in the air posing some more yelling at the fans to shut their disgusting mouths and take a look at true beauty and class or something along those lines as her music cuts she waits for her opponent, as she takes off her necklace and places it in the corner she then stands by it leaning on the rope.

Adams: Wow! A world famous model right here in Sin City Wrestling!

Simone: Riiiight! She's 116 pounds and Justin asked her out on a date.

Adams: He did? I thought Justin was...

Simone: He IS you twit!

Well I know
I could be just another stranger
But to you
I guess I'm just another fool
And you swear
You like to live your life in danger
Then you hide
Behind a wall of silly rules

The opening chords of 'Breakin' all the rules' by Ozzy Osbourne rip out over the arena speakers. The silhouettes of two appear behind the curtains, pausing briefly before seperating them and stepping through to reveal the SCW rookie Gina Graham decked out in her trademark red, white and blue, star spangled catsuit. She is followed by her manager, the Goldenboy Gene Banton, who follows at a discreet distance so as not to distract attention from his pupil.

Justin: Her opponent is accompanied to the ring by her manager, the Goldenboy Gene Banton! From Mount Charleston, Nevada, weighing 130 pounds ... "The Gold Standard" Gina Graham!

Gina pauses anew at the top of the ramp, stoically surveying the crowd. Her face is expressionless as she looks about, her blue eyes slowly roving from left to right and back again. She begins her descent towards the ring without any fan fare, save for a smattering of shaking signs and the outstreched arms of star struck fans hoping for a handshake or high five. None are forthcoming as Gina's attention is squarely on the ring in front of her which she quietly enters.

Simone: I've been looking forward to seeing this Bombshell in action ever since we got word to her being signed. The Goldenboy is a legend in wrestling circles as both a manager and competitor.

Adams: You know he even manages the career of our own boss, Christian Underwood?

Simone: That I do, and for him to bring in any new talent speaks extremely high of that person.

Justin climbs out of the ring as referee Drew Patton beckons both women to the center of the ring for their last minute instructions. Gene stands close by as both women listen; Gina indifferent and Veronica appears bored.

Simone: That woman has no reason to be so arrogant. She seems all talk.

Drew tells Gene to step out of the ring and Gina turns to her manager and immediately Veronica grabs two handfuls of the rookie's hair and slams her back to the mat! The official calls for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Veronica is immediately all over Gina as she mounts the young woman's sternum and starts slapping her viciously back and forth across the face with both hands. She then grabs two handfuls of her blonde tresses and shakes her wildly, slamming the back of her head into the canvas. Drew tells her to ease up on the roughhouse tactics but Veronica ignores him with disdain. She gets off of Gina and drags her up with two big handfuls of her hair and she brings her over the hard way with three straght snapmares by the hair.

Adams: Ouch! I can't imagine how much it muct hurt to be snapmares over by your hair!

Gene calls to the referee from the outside about the tactics being used. Veronica stands on Gina's hair and then grabs her by the wrists and tugs, torturing her with a standing hairpull.

Simone: Does this woman know any actual wrestling moves that don't involve hair?

Drew barks orders at Veronica to stop but she lets go of one of Gina's hands to give the official a "talk to the hand" gesture, but this is a mistake as Gina uses her legs to hook Taylor under her arms and roll her forward into a victory roll, hooking her legs.

1.....
2..... Veronica kicks out!

Adams: Ooo! Close call for Veronica!

Simone: They say blondes are the dumb ones but Veronica doesn't seem to be the brightest bulb.

The self-professed super model scrambles to her feet but is armdragged over twice by the superbly trained Graham. Veronica jumps up and this time it's a Japanese armdrag that brings her over. Gina keeps hold of her wrist and drops a leg across Taylor's arm and scissors it.

Simone: We've heard of the mat training of this young woman at the Goldenboy's hands and we're getting a first hand look at it right here.

Adams: So is Veronica and she doesn't seem to like it.

Drew drops down to ask if Veronica wants to yield but the model Bombshell answers by spitting at the official.

Simone: Classy.

Drew looks to see Taylor's shoulders are both on the canvas and starts a count.

1.....
2..... But Veronica easily gets her shoulder up. She grabs a handful of Gina's hair but Drew pries her fingers off and warns her again.

Simone: I don't know why Drew is bothering warning that tart. She obviously isn't listening.

Gina releases the hold but not the arm and pulls Veronica to her feet. She twists her limb in an arm wringer and straddles the arm and rolls her over to the canvas in a cross arm breaker.

Adams: Gina's not going to be satisfied until she takes that arm home as a trophy.

Gene nods in approval as he watched from the outside. Veronica uses her legs while in the hold to roll herself over, pinning Gina's shoulders to the mat. She grabs a handful of Gina's tights for leverage.

1.....
2..... Gina kicks out.

Simone: Wow. I didn't think Veronica would know how to counter that.

Both women get up and Veronica swings wildly at Gina who ducks under the blow and grabs her worked on arm and twists it into a top key armlock but Veronica counters with a rake of the eyes. Drew starts to warn her again but Veronica quickly has Gina's throat draped over the top rope and is choking her until she pulls the rope back, snapping Gina back to the canvas with a slingshot. Veronica then sends her into the ropes and plants her face-first with a spinning bullddog.

Simone: An actual wrestling move. I believe I'm going to faint.

Veronica covers Gina and hooks the leg.

1.....
2..... Gina kicks out.

Veronica stares hard at Drew and slaps her hands three times for a faster count. She then goes to send her into the far corner with an Irish whip but Gina counters with a reversal. Gina moves in but Veronica brings her feet up and kicks Gina down to the mat. Veronica covers her again but this time she places her feet on the ropes for leverage.

1.....
2.....
3-No! The Goldenboy dashes past and swats her feet from the ropes!

Simone: I don't know what to say to that. On one hand managers have no business interfering in matches...

Adams: But on the other he just stopped Veronica from stealing a cheap win.

Veronica stands up and starts screaming at Gene. She grabs Drew by the arm and points out at the manager who holds his hands up, feigning innocence. Veronica raises her arm and nudges the referee.

Simone: Is she actually demanding he give her the win there and now?

Adams: She has no proof Gene interfered.

Drew shakes his head and pulls Veronica's arm down. Fuming, Veronica turns and grabs Gina, hauling her to her feet. She throws Gina into the corner and charges in but Gina moves and Taylor runs right into the turnbuckles.

Adams: I don't know which is more padded. Veronica or the turnbuckles.

Veronica turns around, holding her sternum, and Gina grabs her again by the arm and brings her down with a single-arm DDT. Now both young ladies were down on the canvas and Gene is calling into the ring, rallying his protege'. Drew stands overr both women and starts to issue his count.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...

Veronica is up and grabs Gina but Graham sweeps her legs out from under her and somersaults over her into a bridging cradle.

1.....
2..... Veronica squirms free.

They both climb to their feet and Gina grabs her into a front facelock and rolls her up into an inside cradle.

1.....
2..... Veronica kicks out.

Gina grabs her arm and twists it painfully three times and brings an elbow down into the exposed limb.

Simone: Gina's taken control back to work on that arm again.

Veronica howls in pain as she tries to reach for the ropes but Gina pulls her back and takes her to the mat with a Fujiwara armbar.

Adams: This might be it! She might tap!

Drew is asking Veronica again if she wants to yield but she shakes her head no, refusing to give in. She instead maneuvers her body over closer to the ropes and extends her leg, getting her foot draped over the bottom.

Simone: I hate to admit it, but that showed good ring presence.

Gina breaks the hold but goes right back to work on the damaged limb, grabbing her and locking her back into a cross arm breaker. Veronica kicks and shrieks in pain but won't submit the match away. She rolls her body again until she again folds Gina in half in a pin, but this time she has hold of the ropes with her free hand. the referee doesn't see it and makes the count.

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

Adams: No!

Simone: Come on Drew! How did you not see that?

The bell rings and Gina releases the hold in shock as Gene looks stunned that his charge just lost her debut to such tactics. Veronica rolls out of the ring, holding her arms up and looking very well pleased with herself.

Justin: The winner of the match ... Veronica Taylor!

The crowd answers the decree with boos as Veronica backs herself up the aisle and points at Gene and Gina inside of the ring and laughs and taunts them.

Simone: What a cheap way to get your first win! And she has no shame in resorting to doing so either!

Adams: All she cares about is the win. But look at Gene and Gina. I don't think either of them are going to take this one laying down.

Both the Goldenboy and the Gold Standard are standing in the ring, looking out at the retreating form of Veronica Taylor. Gina looks clearly upset by the tainted loss but Gene rests a hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture.

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if you back up!" Boos flood the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock starts blaring over the speakers. The boos only increase in intensity after a few moments, as the new SCW Heavyweight Champion emerges through the back curtain. Nick walks out dressed in a designer suit, but he surprisingly seems to be missing one rather important piece of attire: his newly won title belt. However, that changes after a moment, as the serious look on Nick's face turns to a wide grin as he unbuttons his suit jacket and opens it up, revealing the title belt around his waist, which receives only more boos from the crowd. Nick slowly struts down the ramp, clearly with great pride as he doesn't even acknowledge the booing crowd around him. He then climbs up the steel ring steps and climbs into the ring, grabbing a microphone along the way. Nick then walks to the middle of the ring, but waits for a few moments before speaking.

Simone: Well Nick is certainly taking his time.

Adams: He's the new champion, he deserves to soak in his moment of glory!

Simone: Glory? I think the fans here have made it quite clear what they think of Nick, and there's nothing glorious about it.

Nick stands in the ring, arms down on his side and his head back, seeming to soak in the response, despite it being nothing but an endless chorus of boos. Nick then raises the microphone up to his mouth and waits a moment as his music is cut and slowly, over time, the crowd dies down. Nick looks as if he's about to speak, but then suddenly stops himself. He then turns over to the ringside area, and looks straight towards SCW Ring Announcer, Justin Decent. He points straight at Decent and then points down to the ring, right next to where he's standing. Justin seems happy to olige, as he quickly climbs into the ring. However, as he's walking towards Nick, Nick just takes his microphone and throws it at Justin. The mic bounces off Justin's chest and then drops to the mat. Justin looks down at the mic and then back up to Nick, seeming confused by what just happened. Nick can be seen screaming something over at Justin, but what exactly he's saying can't be heard. Justin simply shrugs his shoulders in response, seeming taken back by Nick's actions and tone, but not have any major issue with what he was saying. With that, Justin bends down, picks up the microphone and begins to speak.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, your NEW SCW Heavyweight Champion... NICK JONES!!!

Nick throws his hands in the air proudly as the fans now boo louder than ever before, as a huge smirk grows across the face of Nick. Nick then motions over to Justin who tosses the microphone back to Nick before exiting the ring. Nick again waits for the crowd noise to die down before this time finally speaking.

Nick: I told you all that the only thing being done was delaying the inevitable. I've been telling you all for weeks... hell, I've been telling you for months that this belt was going to be mine, and really already was mine, it was just a matter of waiting for the moment it finally came around this gorgeous waist, where it always belonged. There are people all throughout SCW who were trying to keep me from getting my title. First I was stuck in some idiotic tag team tournament that tried to keep me out of dominating the singles ranks. Then I was put into a match in order to "earn" the title shot that should have rightfully been mine all along. Then management turns around and keeps delaying my shot as long as possible, originally booking that idiot Blake to get the shot at my title before I ever did. Knowing that destiny could only be delayed for so long, the champion went running scared so he would never even have to face me.

The boos again intensify at Nick's last comments.

Simone: Oh, give me a break. JT Underwood's leaving had nothing to do with Nick. We all know that and so does Nick.

Adams: The timing certainly seems awfully coincidental.

Simone: You can't be serious.

Nick: Of course, that wasn't enough. With the champion gone, SCW decided the title was now vacant. Just as it should have been, I was ready to be crowned the new SCW Champion, but again there was a certain someone who decided he was still going to try to keep me from realizing my fate. So they once again decide to give that clown Blake a shot at MY title. This was their last hope to keep me from getting my title, and as you all saw on SCW's pay-per-view, they tried to interfere in the match, by not even allowing my SCW-approved personal entourage in their rightful places, who only there for management purposes and moral support.

Simone: Oh, you've got to be kidding me.

Nick: Yet it was still proven that in the end, there was nothing they could do to stop me. I'll give the little guy credit, he certainly did everything he could possibly come up with to stop me, but it didn't work, it was never going to work. Sorry Christian, but no matter how hard you tried to make sure it didn't happen, I'm still the champ!

Nick raises the title belt up into the air with even more boos coming in response.

Nick: Now begins my true reign of dominance over this organization, while you have a loser like that Blake punk who will forever disappear off into the nothingness of the bottom of the SCW roster. He'll never again make it past the bottom rung of this company, just as he doesn't deserve to. Maybe if he ever wants another title shot, he can go fight it out for the Bombell championship with the rest of the little girls, because he'll never got another shot at my belt.

Simone: It looks like somebody hasn't been reading their SCW memos.

Adams: Memos?

Simone: Yes, specifically the one released by the SCW front office just the other day stating Nick will be defending his SCW Championship against Blade Alexander in two weeks.

Adams: But Nick just said he's never getting another shot.

Simone: Which was exactly my point, I have a feeling Nick won't be so happy when he finds out that's not exactly true.

Adams: Oh... right.

Nick: So really, the only question is which poor pathetic chump the SCW bookers are going to sacrifice and send to their ultimate fate of complete failure and embarrassment. Frankly, it doesn't even matter who it is, because...

Nick is cut off mid-sentence by an explosion of cheers from the crowd. Nick seems confused by this reaction and turns around to see the screen hanging over the entrance is now showing SCW Co-President Christian Underwood sitting backstage in his office, wearing a big smile.

Christian: Oh, Nick, Nick, Nick. Well first let me just say, congratulations on your title win. But before you get ahead of yourself, I suggest you really start reading the SCW announcement bulletins we send out a little more carefully?

Nick: Oh, this should be good. What pathetic attempt are you going to make to try to screw me over now?

Christian: Nothing but a simple match, more specifically a title defense. I can't imagine you have an issue with that, do you?

Christian waits for a moment as Nick just glares up at the monitor, before Christian eventually continues without waiting any further for a response.

Christian: Because you see, in 2 weeks from today, you will be defending your title in the main event of our super card. The good news is, it's an opponent you should feel very comfortable with, considering it's someone you've interacted with quite recently.

Nick: What the hell are you talking about?

Christian: In two weeks from today, you'll be defending your title against... Blade Alexander!!

Nick's face turns completely red as he hears this, which despite Blade not being particularly popular with the SCW audience, still generates some cheers.

Nick: You know what?!? That's just fine! Keep trying Christian, try to screw me out of my title all you want, but all you'll do is keep failing. I already beat this loser despite how hard you tried to make sure he won, and in two weeks will be absolutely no different. This title is mine, and that's not ever going to change. If this nonsense means I need to put that punk Blake down one more time...

Christian interrupts Nick after his last statement.

Christian: Let me stop you right there. It's actually funny you say that, because there's one more thing I didn't get to tell you yet. You might have to put Blade down more than once considering this match... is a 2 out of 3 falls match! Good luck, Nick!

Christian smiles widely as the screen turns off and Nick is left standing in the ring, fuming. Nick then throws the mic down on the ground and kicks it across the ring. He then runs over and starts to kick the ring ropes in anger, stomping around in a pure rage. He then eventually climbs out of the ring and storms up the ramp and to the back.

Adams: I think Nick's kind of upset.

Simone: No kidding. Nick barely pulled off one pinfall over Blade to capture that championship, now he'll have to see if he can do it two more times in order to retain!

The cameras cut backstage to see Amanda Hugginkis holding and looking at a piece of paper that has elegant hand writing on it that reads:

“I’ve been a part of the wrestling world for a very short time, but in that short time I have learned every wrestling promotion has one ugly staff member just so they don’t have some kind of stupid law suit against them.”

Signed – TXO

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. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. He steps down and takes a microphone from Justin Decent and waits for the music to quiet down

HS: Yeah, I get fireworks because I'm the boss...

Hot Stuff rolls his shoulder back

HS: Look at you, you lucky people, you get to have the boss in the ring to talk and well, I got a lot to say. Let's start with Rix Usher. The wrestling world has reported it, and we've confirmed that Rix will be gone for god knows how long, we all wish Rix a speedy recovery

A "Get well soon" chant echoes through the arena

HS: But you see, wrestling moves forward, we move forward. Ever since it became public knowledge that Casey Williams was getting a shot at the NeWA Television title, at Blaze Of Glory, people have been tweeting me at @TheMarkWard to ask me why he get's a shot, why I gave it to that waste of time. Simple, it's like the distraction trick, watch my left hand, while my right hand slaps the taste buds clean out of your mouth. With Casey getting his arse whooped, he's not gonna be watching his friends. More about his little friends later. Let's talk about you Kain.

The name Kain gets a mixed reaction

HS: You got offered a chance to be immortal, Kain. In the AWA, you was a big fish, in a small pond, it was obvious you was gonna stand out, but here, it's a whole different sea. You was a shark amongst minnows there, but here, I'm pretty sure you've seen, anyone, at any time, can beat anyone. You're no longer that shark, you're not the main guy. I could have made you that main guy, I could have took you to the top. I could have put you back where you wanted to be Kain, but no, you had to reject an offer that was perfect for you. Here's the thing now Kain, as so many have learned, crossing me is not in your best interest and here's the proof. I could have saved you from what you're about to recieve, but no, you asked for hell, I'm going to give you hell. At Blaze of Glory, you will be taking on.... well, getting your arse beat, by none other then The Monster Damon Synn!

Simone: Oh my god! Hot Stuff just threw Kain to the wolves!

HS: It didn't have to be like this Kain, it didn't, you could have been made a lot safer, but you threw it back at me. You might wanna reconsider your decision after Damon Synn beats you within an inch of your life, you might wanna reconsider my offer.

Adams: That match will be immense, two future Heavyweight champions against each other at Blaze Of Glory

HS: Now, you little New Xtreme bitches. You've been pissing me off, more then I actually like, more then I want, I'm sick of it Spike. You brought Jordan Williams back to get under my skin, you've done all you can to annoy and hinder. Well Spike, it's time for you to pay for your sins. You and Jordan, Blaze Of Glory, you better get ready, cause in one corner, they'll be you two and in the opposite corner, there will be you're mystery opponent for tonight, let's call him Hot Stuff Version 2, Spike and the best damn wrestler to ever lace the boots and step through the ropes. The legendary, the one and only, the superstar, the amazing HOT STUFF MARK WARD!!!

The crowd cheer wildly as Hot Stuff winks down the camera.

Adams: HOLY HELL! The boss is returning to the ring at Blaze Of Glory! This is unbelievable!

HS: You heard me right Spike, Jordan, the hottest man to have ever kicked arse is back for one night only to show you two idiots who really was the driving force behind Hot N Sexy, who was the engine driving the train in Generation X-Treme. The boss is back, and Spike, Jordan, you will once again feel the heat, because I am too...

The crowd yell out the word "damn"

HS: Hot... for you...

The crowd yell out the words "To handle". Hot Stuff winks

HS: Bitches!

"Midnight Tornado" blasts through the speakers again and Hot Stuff poses in the ring for a minute before leaving

Adams: Did you hear that Belinda? Hot Stuff Mark Ward returns to the ring against Spike Staggs and Jordan Williams, with the mystery man in tonight's main event at Blaze Of Glory! This is huge! This is amazing!

The scene shows Casey Williams in his locker room getting ready for his upcoming match where he has Spike Staggs on his side, and they are facing Caseys’ old foe, Kain, and some mystery partner. There is a knock at the door, and it is Ms Rocky Mountains.

Ms Rocky Mountains: “Hello Casey, do you mind if I ask you a few questions regarding the comments by your opponents for the Main Event match at Climax Control?

Casey: “Sure Rocky. Fire away

Ms Rocky Mountains: what do you have to say about Kain talking about your being a hypocrite?”

Casey: “Well, Kain thinks that just because I haven’t been as successful as a man of my size should be makes me a hypocrite. Well, let us look at those 4 losses that I have, shall we? 2 of my 4 losses came in tag matches, and I wasn’t even in the fucking ring, so how is it my fault that I had incompetent partners who couldn’t get their shit together? The other tag match I have lost was due to me being double teamed, and my partner being knocked out and outside the ring, rendering him useless to breaking up the pinfall. The last loss was to our current Heavyweight Champion, so that is the only match that I am not really ashamed of losing.

Casey then takes a sip of his water, and as Rocky asks him the next question.

Ms Rocky Mountains: “I see. What do you have to say about Kain talking about him being better than you?”

Casey: “You think that when I was talking about the lack of trust I have in tag team partners steams from your debut here in SCW. You, sir, are sadly mistaken. I was referring to when you turned your back on me after we won that tag match in AWA against Dmitri, you dumbass. I will show you that yeah, you might have gotten the better of me in AWA, but I am a much improved wrestler since then, and will destroy you like the loser that you are. Also, you are a lying sack of shit, Kain. You say that there is no tagline with you. What do you call the whole “King of Kings” line? Oh wait, you are blatantly stealing that from Jean Paul Levesque, better known as Triple H from WWE lure. He is the true King of Kings, not you.

Casey gives a sinister looking smile, than Rocky turns her questions from Kain to his mysterious partner.

Ms Rocky Mountains:“Interesting. What do you make of the comments made by Kain’s mysterious partner about you being the “Freight Train of Eating”?”

Casey: Well, it is like this Rocky, where I do not see Laura as much as I would, due to my busy schedule doing stuff for SCW, and travelling back to Nashua, I only have time to talk to Laura when we go out to eat. I will show this Mystery Partner firsthand what I am talking about when I am the Freight Train of Pain, and that what I do in my personal life doesn’t affect my abilities in the ring. He spent so much time talking about Spike that I think he has a little crush on him, and that he is overlooking me and that is his biggest mistake. You NEVER overlook Casey Williams!!! ”

Ms Rocky Mountains: “I see. Do you have any other comments to make before your big match tonight?

Casey: “Yes, I do. You two think that you guys are so special, but you guys are nothing but pieces of trash. Spike and I will prove that to the world when we soundly defeat you. There is nothing that nobody can do to stop us from achieving our goals of obtaining gold, starting with Misty getting the NWA Cruiserweight title and myself winning the NWA TV Title, and making Spike’s prophecy of NXT being the Golden Standard a reality. Also, I noticed that Veronica Taylor wore green to the arena today. What is this, Saint Patrick’s Day? Nope, it isn’t even Valentine’s Day yet, you dumb, arrogant pile of garbage. You think the bombshells are envious of you. Unlikely, and they will show you what it means to be a superstar in SCW.

The scene fades as Rocky Mountain exits his locker room.

The camera returns to ringside with “Been to Hell” by Hollywood Undead fading out as Brandon Mederios is waiting in the ring. The venue goes dark as 'Paint it Black' by the Rolling Stones begins to play. Smoke starts to billow from the entrance ramp and at the end of the opening guitar solo Cage emerges from the back cracking his knuckles and throwing warm-up punches. He jogs to the ring still throwing practice punches and then climbs up to the second rope turnbuckle and throws back his arms posing a moment for the crowd before hopping down and waiting for the match to start. Drew Patton calls for the bell.

DING-DING-DING

Bobby Cage and Brandon Mederios lock up in the middle of the ring. Cage quickly ducks under and behind Brandon and locks in a sleeper hold. Holding on tight Cage fights to bring Brandon down to the mat, but Brandon backs up into a corner and slams Cage against it hard. Cage lets go of the hold and Brandon turns around and starts delivering hard hits to the face and midsection of Bobby.

Adams: Both these guys have a chance to impress tonight

Brandon steps away from the corner and quickly charges back towards it with a splash attempt but the older more experience Cage ducks out of the way, causing Brandon to slam into the turnbuckle. Cage turns and lifts Brandon up onto the top turnbuckle and superplex’s him off quickly, and follows through picking him up and Irish whipping him into the ropes. Brandon runs and ducks under Cage’s clothesline and reaches back and connects with a neck breaker.

Simone: Smooth neckbreaker from Brandon.

Brandon and Cage are both on the mat and are slow to get to their feet as the ref starts his count.

Adams: Maderios doesn't like it on his back

Simone: Which is more then I can say for most of the roster

Both men get back onto their feet and lock back up in the middle. Bobby Cage takes control and locks Brandon Mederios into a tight headlock and wrenches tightly at the head of Brandon. Brandon starts fighting to get out of it and Bobby quickly spins around catching Brandon’s head under his other arm and drops him with a DDT.

Simone: DDT!

Bobby drags Brandon to the center of the ring and climbs the top rope and performs a brilliant frog splash and makes a quick pin.

Adams: Closer then a foot on a floor!

Kick out by Brandon as frustration starts showing on Bobby Cage’s face. Brandon rolls to his knees as Bobby gets in the refs face and starts yelling at him. Brandon makes use of this chance and gets behind Bobby for a belly to back suplex but is met by a mule kick from Cage. Brandon drops to the mat holding his man hood and rolls around in agony, as Cage starts to stomp away at him.

Adams: That one shook the rings like an earthquake

1…

Justin: Here is your winner... BOBBY THE CONVICT CAGE!

Simone: Bobby Cage wins!

Adams: The Convict impressed out here tonight.

Trent Reznor & Atticus Ross’s “On We March” is blaring through the speakers as Kain walks onto the ramp, glancing at the crowd from left to right as they shower him with a hail of boos. He snarls and trash-talks to the fans as he makes his way down the ramp and enters the ring. He walks over to the corner and angrily takes a microphone from one of the ring workers below, then brings it up to his lips as the music dies down.

Kain: I want all of you to shut up right now! This is my time and you will hear everything I say!

The crowd continues to chant his name in bad fashion, even insulting him with a few choice words that couldn’t be heard. He grins and continues his speech.

Kain: Tonight will be the same thing that will be replayed in the days to come. In every show that I’m in, it will be the main event, nothing more, nothing less! Here I am, having to deal with a man who is so obsessed with his love life, his kid, his money and doesn’t really care much for the devastation I plan on causing him. His tag-team partner is caught up in the past, trying to boast himself as a man who cannot be defeated so easily and thinks that I backstabbed him when I did NOTHING of the sort. In all this amusing stupidity, it gets even stupider as I am dealt with a mysterious tag-team partner that I’m not truly impressed with in the end. He is right though; I am one cocky, arrogant bastard and for good reason! Tonight will be the night where I’m the only one giving a damn about winning! Unlike Casey, unlike Spike, unlike my mystery partner, I’m the only man that stands out from the rest of the pack, the man who can get any woman he wants and make any man jealous and that includes all of you witless worms today!

Simone: This guy is digging himself a hole that he won’t be able to get out of for a long time, Adams!

Adams: I think his actions speak louder than his words, Simone, so I don’t think that’s the case at all. Just watch, later on, he’ll be proving his point yet again and guys like Hot Stuff Mark Ward will have no choice but to grant him what he wants!

The crowd is booing more loudly than before, some are even going as far as to flip him off and swear at him. He laughs at them and raises the microphone to his lips.

Kain: Luckily for me, I have Ariel, the most beautiful woman in the world, and she would rather be with me than no one else! She’s just as devious and manipulative as I can be, but she’s also the best diva in the Sin City Wrestling organization! None can compare to her beauty and intelligence! She’s with me, supporting me on my quest for immortality! And I reward her kindly by being a true man, by letting nothing get in my way! Casey, Spike, and to my “mystery partner”, you guys can talk all you want, but in the end, it will be my fist that will make you bleed and my foot that break your bones! I don’t care if you are my ally or enemy; none of you should be standing in my way and I will gladly be kicking all of your sorry asses and proving once again why I am the King Of Kings and why I am the man of the hour! Oh and before I depart…

Kain lands a stone-cold look into the camera, his eyes being cold as ice as he speaks with a venomous hate unlike anyone else has ever seen…

Kain: Before I win the main event tonight, someone on the roster will end up being a major victim for getting the best of me recently. That person better be watching over their shoulder, because what I am going to do to you tonight will ultimately spell YOUR demise and you will end up being MY BITCH when I am finished with you!

Kain tosses away the microphone and exits the ring as his theme music blares through the speakers. He dismisses the crowd away with his hand as he goes to the back.

Adams: I don’t know about you, Belinda, but I got a bad feeling about this.

Simone: Whoever Kain’s target is going to be, it won’t be a pleasant encounter for tonight, that’s for sure!

The camera switches backstage, just outside Hot Stuff Mark Ward's office. Hot Stuff puts his hand on the handle, when he is approached by Pussy Willow.

Pussy: Mr Ward

HS: Pussy

Pussy: Mr Ward, everyone thought you would be returning to the ring this week to partner Kain. As you're not, can you tell us who is?

Hot Stuff smirks at Pussy and opens his office door. He goes to walk in but stops, turning back and raising a finger to Pussy's face.

HS: Nope

Hot Stuff walks in the office, leaving pussy standing there confused and disappointed

The scene opens in a hallway in the backstage area of Climax Control, where we are once greeted by the sight of none other than SCW's new champion, Nick Jones. Nick, sporting his new title belt over his shoulder and a big grin on his face, walks down the hallway, confidently strutting past every fellow SCW superstar he passes, catching a few glances in his direction in the process. However, that all changes as while Nick continues his way down the hallway, he suddenly hears the sound of a laugh from behind. Nick stops dead in his tracks, and gets a sour look in his face. He then hears another chuckle and quickly spins around to find the culprit. Standing there, dressed in his full detectives gear, is Despayre, and his partner in crime-fighting and best friend, his teddy bear Angel. As Despayre wears a smile on his face, and just finishes pulling his ear aware from Angel, it's fairly clear where the laughter is coming from. Nick turns towards him and takes a step in closer, and with a stern look on his face, stares straight at Despayre.

Nick: Something funny, punk?

Despayre: It sure is! Angel just told me a really funny joke.

Nick: Oh is that so? I'm glad you're so damn amused. Do you know who the hell I am? I'm the SCW Champion. Maybe you should watch what the hell you're laughing about.

Despayre simply looks confused by Nick's comments, clearly not quite sure what exactly he's going on about. He turns and looks to Angel for a moment, seeming to be intently listening before responding.

Despayre: Yeah, me neither.

Nick: Oh, so that's how it is, huh? The little child is gonna blame it on his stupid little teddy bear?

Nick then pokes a finger right into the chest of Angel, but before he is touching the bear for more than moment, Despayre quickly pulls his arm, and therefore Angel, away from Nick, glaring straight at Nick in the process, looking less than pleased. Nick pulls his hand back while giving Despayre a sideways glance, clearly very perplexed by his counterparts behavior in relation to his teddy bear. After Nick pulls away, Despayre slowly puts his arms and Angel back into their regular place.

Despayre: I think you owe Angel an apology.

Nick: You're kidding me.

Despayre: No.

Nick looks at Despayre for a moment, shaking his head at him in disbelief, before bending over and moving in real close to Angel.

Nick: Here there. Sorry about what I said and poking you. What I really should have said, is that if I catch either you or your psycho pal here ever looking at me again, I'm going to tear your head off and shove it down his throat.

Nick stands back up straight, glaring back at Despayre with a smirk proudly worn upon his face. With that, Despayre's face turns red and his eyes flash completely wide open and fill with a look of rage. Despayre gently places Angel down on the table right beside them and then turns back and stares a hole through Nick. Then suddenly in a flash, Despayre leaps directly at Nick, jumping right onto him and sending Nick falling backward to the floor, and his SCW Championship belt going flying down the hall, as Despayre comes down directly on top of him. He then wraps his hands right around the throat of Nick and squeezes. At the same time, Despayre starts screaming in a furious rage.

Despayre: YOU LEAVE ANGEL ALONE!!!

Nick's eyes go wide and he gasps for air as he helplessly looks on in fear at the psychotic look in Despayre's eyes. However, in what could not have been better timing for Nick, his cousin Big B comes walking down that very hallway. Nick struggles through his lack of air just a moment to let out one faint scream.

Nick: B!!

Big B turns and sees Nick pinned down on the ground, almost completely breathless and runs straight over. B grabs a hand on Despayre's holder to pull him off of Nick, but before he can do any more than that, Despayre releases Nick on his own, snatches a pencil from off the nearby table and stabs it straight into the hand of B!

Big B: OWWW!!!

With Despayre momentarilty discratches and having released his hold of Nick's throat, Nick quickly shoves Despayre right off of him, and goes scrambling across the floor to get away. He snatches his belt from the ground next to him, and quickly stumbles to his feet and runs off in the opposite direction of where Despayre's attention was momentarily pulled. Despayre stares in the direction that Nick has run off, watching him as he disappears out of view. Despayre them takes a deep breath, and in a moment the tension in his body clearly fades, as his breathing slows and his shoulders drop down. He then turns back around, to see Big B still standing there, clutching his hand in pain, with the pencil still sticking out of it, and blood starting to come out. Despayre surprisingly looks on at Big B with a bit of a pout and a look of remorse.

Despayre: That looks like it hurts. Come on, me and Angel will help fix you up!

Despayre picks Angel up off the table and grabs Big B by his good hand, leading him off out of the scene as it comes to an end.

”EX-EX-X-TREEEEEEEEME!”

Backstage, Spike Staggs jogs in front of a stationary camera, dressed in a finely tailored black suit, his hair slicked into backward facing spikes, and his icy blue eyes covered in a pair of red tinted sunglasses. He holds his hands up in a sort of diplomatic wave. Recording of a cheering crowd is overpowered by the cheering coming from ringside. Spike pulls out a set of cue cards from his jacket pocket. The camera pans out just a bit to see Spike standing in front of a podium as foam fingers wave back and forth in front of him in a precise back and forth motion. Spike brings his index cards across his throat in a quick manner, and the recorded cheering comes to a halt. He clears his throat, and speaks in a low tone to the microphone propped up in front of his lips.

Spike: Ladies, gentlemen, both, and other. I come to you with an official statement regarding a very sad situation facing us, the members and fans of Sin City Wrestling. Yes, each and every one of you knows exactly what I am talking about. Except for the hearing impaired, in which case…

Spike’s solemn expression goes unchanging as he uses American Sign Language to express his thoughts. He takes a deep breath before he continues.

Spike: The problem I speak of is very, very sad in an industry known as sports entertainment. We live in a day and age where such fundamental aspects of wrestling have been tainted and twisted to the point where they could pass for a Disney movie. The match type I had grown accustom to, Hardcore Matches, are nothing more than pulling a chair from under the ring. Wrestling matches, if you can call actors and celebrities tangling up in what looks like porn with clothing, have become, quite frankly… boring as HELL!

Spike narrows his eyes as he removes his sunglasses slowly, setting them down on the podium. He gently clasps his hands together, looking directly into the camera. His nostrils flare up just a bit.

Spike: Where is the sport? Hm? Where is the entertainment? Will SOMEBODY PLEASE TELL ME?!!

Spike nods his head slowly before he quickly wipes the cue cards from the podium. He kicks over the podium, picking it up, and slamming it down in front of himself, shattering it. He kicks at the foam fingers, knocking each one off of a spring that is left bobbing in front of him. Spike grabs hold of the camera, and steadies it on his face, full of a sort of strange joy.

Spike: New X-Treme’s has vowed to rescue the fans of SCW… Fans of NWA… and fans of Professional Wrestling… From the painfully mundane programming you have grown accustomed to! It is our promise to rescue the wrestling community from turning into the boring world wide promotions such as *BEEEEEP(You know what I’m talking about…)*. Until you take notice, we will begin dominating the scene, one show, one match, one championship belt at a time! Tonight, it is Kain and “Mystery Opponent” who will feel the wrath of Spike Staggs and Casey Williams. Blaze of Glory will have a much larger list of casualties, with the likes of “Hot Stuff: Mark Ward, Mystery Opponent, Gaetan LaValle, Kittie, Brooklyn Carter, and Raynin. Championships and pride is what we in New X-Treme’s are all about. But, our name is not just a name… It is a promise. SCW… NWA! Prepare to be taken to… NEW X-TREMES!

Spike lets go of the camera, allowing the cheap pops to take over. He cracks his famous grin before kicking through the debris, and exiting the camera’s view.

The cameras cut backstage to see “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward holding and looking at a piece of paper that has elegant hand writing on it that reads:

“I’ve been a part of the wrestling world for a very short time, but in that short time I have learned that every person that steps into a wrestling ring makes mistakes and it’s my job to capitalize on them.”

Signed – TXO

A grin comes across the face of "Hot Stuff" as the scene changes.

In another part of the arena

The cameras cut backstage to see Christian Underwood holding and looking at a piece of paper that has elegant hand writing on it that reads:

“I’ve been a part of the wrestling world for a very short time, but in that short time I have learned that I am the future of this business.”

Signed – TXO

Christian balls the paper up and shakes his head before mumbling under his breath"I'm gonna kill 'Hot Stuff"

Justin: The following contest is a singles match. Introducing first, 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 Decent: And his opponent, weighing in at three hundred pounds even, from El Paso, Texas, he is...

"THE MONSTER" DAMON SYNN!!!

The lights quickly cut to black, and there is nothing but the small flicker of flame from lighters in the audience. A startling voice is heard throughout the PA system proclaiming—

"I shoot the lights out
Hide 'till it's bright out
Whoa, just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?"

DING-DING-DING

Damon immediately charges at Old Skool and wraps a hand around his throat and throws himin to the corner. Damon unloads heavy rights and lefts in to Old Skool's mid section, firing in hard rights and lefts to Old Skool. Old Skool blocks one and fires and punch back towards Damon, shocking the beast of Sin City Wrestling and rocking him backward. Old Skool fires another hand towards Damon's head but Damon blocks it by catching his hand. As Damon catches Old Skool's hand, Old Skool lifts a boot and plants in to Damon's gut. As Damon drops forward, Old Skool grabs the back of his head and slams Damon backward, slamming the back of his head in to the canvas. The crowd surprisingly cheer Old Skool for taking the monster off his feet.

Simone: Well he's already lasted longer then Damon Synn's last opponent.

Adams: And he's took him off his feet.

Damon pounds the mat and gets back up to his feet, but Old Skool stays on the attack, by jumping at Synn and catching him with an elbow in the eye. Synn stumbles backward and Skool puts him in a headlock and squeezes down on his bigger opponent, but Damon uses his strength to lift Old Skool off his feet and drop him backwards with a belly to back suplex. Old Skool holds the back of his neck but quickly rolls over to his stomach and gets back to his feet but Synn is already waiting for him, menace in his eyes. Damon stares at Old Skool and runs towards him, attempting a big boot, but Old Skool side steps Damon's advance and plants a boot to the back of Damon's standing leg and grabs the back of his head, dropping him down with a quick neckbreaker. Damon lays on the mat, looking angry and surprised as Old Skool get up and stomps on his chest. Old Skool stomps higher, but Damon catches his foot while laying on his back and starts to force his way back to his feet, while holding on to Old Skool's foot. Damon gets to his knees and forces Old Skool out of striking distance. Damon gets to his feet, pulling Old Skool towards him by the leg and clotheslines him hard!

Simone: Wow! Damon Synn nearly took his head off there.

Adams: That would have left a mess.

Damon stares down at Old Skool, a smile on his face and leans down to pick him up, wrapping a hand around his throat and lifting him up to his feet. As he pulls Old Skool to his feet, Damon wraps another hand around Old Skool's throat and lifts him in the air, and throws him across the ring, like he weighed nothing. Damon walks towards him, stalking him and places a boot across Old Skool's throat pushing the pressure down across the neck. The referee calls Synn off, but Damon just stares at Jasmine St John as he picks Old Skool back to his feet. He throws him off the ropes and lifts him high in the air, nailing him with a flapjack! Damon goes for the cover.

Simone: Old Skool still has some fight in him

Damon gets back to his feet and waits for Old Skool to return to his, as he does, Synn charges him and nails him with a big boot to the side of the head, sending Old Skool crashing to the floor. Synn walks over to him, bending down to pick Old Skool back to his feet but Old Skool pokes Damon in the eye.

Adams: If only Scooby Doo thought of poking monsters in the eye, he wouldn't have spent so much time running around the ring.

Old Skool gets to his feet, and charges Damon, shoulder to stomach, back in to the corner and starts to plant some heavy shots on him, taking the match to the monster, planting lefts and rights around his midsection before slamming a hand shot to the head, stunning Damon slightly. Old Skool climbs to the second rope and nails Damon in the head with him downward elbow shots, before hooking him up in a front face lock and jumping backwards, nailing a huge DDT! Old Skool goes for the cover.

Simone: It will take a lot to put this beast away

Old Skool looks out at the crowd and lifts Damon to his feet and throws Damon in to the corner with as much force as he can muster. Damon crashes hard and drops down to the canvas, seated in the corner. Old Skool runs at him and nails Damon with a dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers as Old Skool turns around raising his arms to the crowd. He charges at Damon Synn again and crashes a second low drop kick to the jaw. Old Skool drags Damon out of the corner and pulls him to his knees and steps back, he charges at Damon and nails him the face with a shining wizard, his knee crashing in to the side of Damon Synn's face. Damon lays flat on the back and Old Skool looks at the top rope and walks towards it, and starts to climb.

Simone: Unfamiliar territory for Old Skool.

Old Skool reaches the top and looks down at the the fallen Damon Synn and flies off with a flying diving elbow drop, connecting with Damon Synn's chest. Old Skool goes for the cover and Jasmine St John drops to count.

Adams: Uh oh, I think he just woke up the beast.

Damon's eyes widen as he looks up at the lights. He sits up with evil intentions covering his face, pounding the canvas and getting up to his feet. Old Skool tries to hit him, but Damon grabs his hand and twists it around. Damon pulls Old Skool in close and lifts him high in the air by the arm and throws Old Skool across the ring. Skool quickly gets to his feet and looks at Damon, but Damon quickly grabs him around the waist and lifts him off the ground and tosses him down with a huge spinebuster! Damon stares down at Old Skool and drags him up to his feet, Damon puts his arm across Old Skool's chest and lifts him up, brings him down across his knee with a huge backbreaker! Damon sits on the floor, his eyes darting around the arena. He nods slowly as if he's listening to someone or something, and gets to his feet

Adams: I think The Voice has spoken, Damon looks more evil then he did when he started.

As Old Skool gets back to his feet, Damon lifts him up in a scoop slam and puts him over his shoulder, he leaps in the air.

Simone: The Deadly Synn!

Damon covers Old Skool

Justin: Here is your winner... THE MONSTER DAMON SYNN!

Simone: Damon's streak continues

Adams: But as the boss announced earlier, Damon Synn will be in the ring at Blaze Of Glory against Kain! Two monsters in one ring, that one is too close to call

The cameras cut backstage to see Miss Pussy Willow holding and looking at a piece of paper that has elegant hand writing on it that reads:

“I’ve been a part of the wrestling world for a very short time, but in that short time I have learned that nothing can hold me back but myself.”

Signed – TXO

Coming into focus the crowd in the high school see's on the mini-video-tron the National Wrestling Alliance Heavyweight Tag Team Championship titles of the WORLD sitting on a wooden table.

Male Voice: To the fans of this great state that may remember us from my 9-month Silver State Wrestling's Liberty Bell title reign I want to say that I've missed you greatly. I'm sorry though I'm not here on a social visit.

The camera zooms back to show the new holders of the top tag team championships titles in all of Professional Wrestling "The HarKore God" Weapon-X & "The Mistress of Justice" Viper that together are known as The HarKore Warriors.

Viper: Hello to the SCW & I hope you aren't angry that this is a taped promo BUT since you are "airing" on the same day as the WCCW's latest Nightmare & the BACW Pay Per View you guys haven't made it easy for us. We are coming to you though because the National Wrestling Alliance has great, historic champions & divisions. Jack Kraven is a legend in this business & he leads us all as our NWA World Heavyweight Champion as he has two sinful but legendary challengers in Rick Ulfric & the juvenile Kurt Chavez not to mention my husband awaiting his turn ranked in third.