Climax Control

The Hilton Garden Inn in Fontana, California is alive with energy as the fans of Sin City Wrestling stand and cheer, holding up signs for their favorite SCW superstars and Bombshells;

"SCW vs NWA = We Win!"

"Beware the Stare"

"I Want To Be On Primetime"

"Kittie Needs Her Litter Changed"

"Big B Over Nick Jones Any Day"

The cameras pass along the fans, recording and airing them for those watching at home on their televisions.

"SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

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

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Fontana, California, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling and Climax Control!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd cheers and applauds as a spotlight shines center stage, and illuminates Amanda Hugginkiss. She is dressed in a sequined gown with long, cascading hair. The beat of the music starts, as she snaps her fingers along to it.

Amanda: Never know how much I want one
Never know how much I'd spend
When I look down into my panties
I wanna see a warm and fuzzy new friend
I want a beaver

Make it pretty
So I can keep on the light
Beaver!
My new kitty
Wet and pink and hopefully tight

I would lie down on the table
Let them cut my right down the front
I cannot wait until I'm able
To slide a penis in and out of my c***
I need a beaver

Everybody want a hot twat
It makes a lady glamorous
But I don't want no ugly front butt
I want a picture perfect p**s

It's something that I'm set on doing
And you aint' gonna change my mind
Someday soon my man will be screwing
Me in my new vagina
Not the behind
Shiny new beaver

Now man listen when I drink too much and I yell
BEAVER with low mileage
Breathe in that new car smell

My plastic surgeon outta sign
A work of art as fine as this
It's such a great designer vagina
That I feel guilty when I'm taking a piss
I love my beaver

That's what this is right at home in the spotlight
Beaver give it kisses dont'cha worry it doesn't bite
I miss my weiner

Where's my man meat
What a lousy way to learn
Beaver I kept my receipt
Hope it's not too late to return

The song stops and the spotlight fades slowly as the crowd applauds and cheers, whistles and laughs at the performance.

Simone: Hello and welcome to SCW's Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone

Adams: And I'm Jason Adams

Simone: Tonight's show is going to be one to remember

Adams: That's right, tonight opening the show, Matthew Kennedy takes on James Huntington-Hawkes III

Simone: Yeah, that's memorable

Adams: Ok, how about the NWA Tag team champions, the Harkore Warriors facing Despayre and Kittie in a showcase, non title match?

Simone: That's better

Adams: Ok, tag team titles are on the line as Sean Williams and Wyatt Peterson defend against not one, not two, but three teams as they take on The Surf Boys, the Aristocrats and the team of Casey Williams and Jordan Williams.... three Williams in one match, god help the match writer.

Simone: What?

Adams: Nothing

Simone: Also on the card tonight, Goth takes on the impressive Jackal Adam Smith

Adams: And tonight's main event sees Nick Jones defend the heavyweight title against Blaque Hart Bruce Evans

Simone: But we also have a SCW first.

Adams: Yes, Tuxedo and giant hats at the ready as tonight, Spike Staggs will be marrying long time fiancee, Misty, right in that SCW ring. Poor guy

Simone: Aren't you married Jason?

Adams: Erm, yes, I'm very happy.

Simone: On with the show

Adams: Yes, let's do this thaaaaaang!




Simone: After a long week, Matthew and JHH III are set to kick off things for today's Climax Control!

Adams: I just hope this match doesn't bore me to tears!

Simone: You're joking, right?

Adams: Maybe, Maybe not!

Justin Decent:This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Beverly Hills, California! Weighing at 155 lbs...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.

Justin Decent: Introducing his opponent, from London, England! Weighing at 220 lbs....MATTHEW "PRIME TIME" 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 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, all the while staring down at JHH III, who stares at him back.

Simone: These two boys are not afraid of each other and want to win tonight, it seems!

Adams: Matthew Kennedy needs to be on top of his game tonight if he's to finally a match! Otherwise, JHH III may find a way for that streak to continue!

DING DING DING!

Vs
SINGLES MATCH

Matthew and JHH III circle around the ring, sizing each other up. Then Matthew and JHH III grab a hold of each other briefly, only for Matthew to play the power game and push JHH III back. JHH III rolls backward and lands on his feet and as Matthew is about to go in for a clothsline, JH III flies and hits a dropkick. That causes Matthew to stagger before he is put down with a flying clothsline! Wanting to end it fast, he goes for the first pin!

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2....

But Matthew powers out with a shove that sends JHH III flying to the mat! Both men are up quickly and JHIII rushes towards him, but Matthew grabs him and slams him to the mat with a vicious powerslam!

Adams: Man, that's gotta hurt!

Simone: He needs to shake it off real quick before it gets worse!

Matthew picks up JHH III and lands three hooks into JHH III's face, causing him to stumble. He throws him to the ropes and as he returns, Matthew flies and connects a dropkick into JHH III's face, JHH III reeling from the attack. JHH III is hanging onto the ropes and as Matthew charges at him, JHH III pulls down the top rope and goes low as Matthew is sent flying outside to the ring!

Simone: What a smart tactic!

Adams: This may not be a boring match after all!

Matthew is seething with rage as he gets up, checking on his head, making sure he isn't bleeding. But he wasn't able to look up in time, as JHH III runs to the opposite ropes, rushes back, and dives, head-first, through the middle rope, crashing into Matthew and sending him down to the concrete floor. The crowd chants "Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!" It takes a little while, but JHH III is the first to get up, kicking at Matthew viciously like a dog on the street. He gets him up and lands an elbow, causing some blood to spill out of Matthew's mouth! Matthew backs off, feeling the pain.

Adams: That's not going to make Matthew a happy camper, for sure!

Simone: Well, of course not, Jason! Wouldn't you feel the same way if your mouth tasted blood from another man's hand?

This time, Matthew sees the oncoming charge and steps out of the way in time, as JHH III's head smashes into the pole! JHH III, confused and dazed, stumbles around a bit and eventually becomes a victim of Matthew's DDT, right on the concrete floor! Matthew picks him up and throws back into the ring, rolls inside, and hooks the leg for the pin!

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2...

But JHH III got the shoulder up in time!

Adams: Matthew was seconds away from winning!

Simone: He's yelling at the referee, saying it was at three, but the referee insists that his opponent saved himself in the nick of time.

Matthew picks up JHH III and raises him up for a bodyslam! But JHH III is able to escape from the hold and lands back on his feet. Then, he surprises the audience by grabbing Matthew and nailing him with a tornado DDT! Then the audience gasps as he gets him in a figure-four leg-lock! Matthew is screaming in excruciating pain, the referee yelling at him, asking if he wants to quit. JHH III intensifies the pressure, Matthew feeling it even more. Matthew nears the bottom rope and grabs a hold of it. The referee catches the hand and yells at JHH III to back off, which he relucantly does so!

Simone: Matthew almost succumbed to the pressure, but he got himself out of it!

Adams: JHH III is furious and is already on the assault!

JHH III is already on his feet, landing elbow after elbow onto Matthew's chest! As Matthew is laying down, JHH III climbs up the top rope and talks trash to the audience, as they boo on him in response. Then he leaps into the air and lands a leg-drop onto the weakened leg that Matthew is having trouble with! Matthew howls with rage as JHH III drops him with a fast punch, then goes for another pin!

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2...

But Matthew kicks out at the very last second, causing JHH III to slap the mat in frustration!

Adams: JHH III almost had him!

Simone: Not for long though!

JHH III picks him up and kicks at the knee a bit, causing Matthew to curse a bit. He gets him into the lower-left corner and slaps him in the chest three times. Matthew suddenly had enough, switching places with him by throwing him into that corner. Unleashing his rage, he throws a myraid of punches that leave JHH III completely stunned! He dazes him even further with a vicious uppercut! Then he steps back as JHH III walks forward, confused, unsure of where he is! Matthew screams "You are about to be cancelled!" as he grabs JHH III and executes the Chaos Theory! He goes for the pin, hooking the leg as the referee counts it in!

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2...
3!

DING DING DING DING DING!!!!

Justin:Here is your winner...MATTHEW "PRIME TIME" KENNEDY!!!!!

Matthew talks trash to a downed JHH III and then leaves the ring, raising his hands up in victory as JHH III slowly stirs and looks up, realizing what happens. He clenches his fist in rage, unable to believe that Matthew got the best of him!




The image of lace and white roses intertwined overtakes the screen as a soft message appears across the screen. ”I hope this counts as a gift…” The entire screen is overtaken by a burning fire that devours the beauty that once welcomed you in. A blazing message overtakes the screen next, reading “Spike and Misty… A Match Made in Heaven – By Jamie Staggs” as the flaming charred pedals fall from the bud.

Jamie *Voiceover*: This is a story about the best couple I ever saw, next to me and Kittie of course. I hope that gets me laid tonight, or else I just ruined this… Hey, can we start over?

*BEEP*

Jamie *Voiceover*: This is a story about the most awesome couple I know, Spike and Misty. It was a hot summer day in like… whatever six years ago was. Not a mathemagician here… And there was a championship match with a lot of hot babes involves, even Kittie. This masked dude tried to win the GXW Women’s Championship, but instead, that hardcore Dominatrix, rest in peace, won it. Wait, this is about Spike and Misty, shit. Where was I? Oh yeah, so that pyromaniac chick that Rage used to bone locked Misty in a burning dumpster, left her for dead. She thought she was done for as the life slowly started to fade from her. This is the girl that Spike used to say “I’m going to marry her one day…” before he even said sup to her. Wait, maybe he said bone, but that was six years ago. Hell if I remember… Anyway, he pulled her from that dumpster, and since that day, he has been devoted to her and only her. Marriage sucks, but if anyone can handle it, I know it’s you two…

In the background, “Time of Your Life (Good Riddance)” by Green Day begins playing. Pictures slowly slide across the screen of Spike and Misty, as children, growing up into the monsters they had become. Misty on a porch swing with Desiree, trying to push her off. Spike grabbing Tommy and Jamie in simultaneous headlocks to get their lunch money. Graduation pictures, Spike holding his newborn son, highlights of their careers before they met, and several of them afterward, most of which involve kissing. Eden being born, and her first birthday. It ends with a happy family portrait as it fades out to Jamie standing in a locker room, adjusting the lens from the front before sitting down in a chair as the music fades.

Jamie: I’m excited for you brah. I know you both have been waiting for this day to come. Guess what? It’s finally here! Hellz yeah! I just wanted to take a minute to let you know that I’m very proud of you for stepping up and taking everything you have ever wanted in life. You got yourself a keeper there, so don’t screw it up. I know I act a damned fool sometimes, and I am basically like your guys third kid, but I know you guys have what it takes. Love is real, and sometimes you just gotta go with it…

The camera switches over to see Spike and Jamie’s youngest brother, Tommy, sitting in the same spot Jamie was just in, however, Misty’s sister Desiree is sitting in a chair next to him. They wave at the camera excitedly, more so Tommy.

Tommy:I can’t believe it took this long for me to be able to sit down and make this statement. Six years overdue, but you are finally gettin’ hitched! I remember the first time you brought her to meet the family… It was Christmas dinner with Uncle Erik. He sat there and told diaper stories, and the time you cried like a girl because the schoolyard bully skinned up your knee. After all of that, she didn’t run away screaming. That is how I knew right away that you guys were meant to be together forever.

Desiree: I know Misty and I haven’t really been too close… ever… but I do remember the day she came back to town. She wasn’t a total bitch, so I knew something was up. I caught her with this big, pale, vampire looking guy wearing more chains than Jacob Marley. I wanted to hate him so bad, but he really has made you a slightly better person. You are both lucky to have each other, and I hope that you remember that every day for the rest of your lives.

Desiree looks seriously into the camera as Tommy nods his head. He leans in for a kiss from his girlfriend. The camera switches over yet again to catch Kittie sitting down, angrily tapping her feet as she waits for Jamie to let her start. She growls louder every second it takes before everything is set.

Jamie: Babe, what kind words can you say about Spike and Misty’s special day? Any, like, cool memories or anything?

Kittie: Why the hell would you ask ME, of all people, that question? Fuck no, I don’t! She emasculated him, and he lifts her up so she thinks that her shit doesn’t stink. It is because of him that she has this holier than thou attitude that drives me up a damn wall! Watching them together is just flat out sickening!!! I mean, the way they act so, so… perfect together! Where ever there is one, the other is sure to be there too. I mean, they gave up so much for each other. And for what? Love? Don’t make me laugh! If I had to say one thing nice about them, it would be that they are two of a kind. They belong together *mutters* backstabbers…

Jamie: That was… kinda… sweet? Maybe? Somewhere in there was a nice message I think.

Kittie waves her middle finger at the camera before it cuts out and out into the hallway where they are standing with Casey Williams and Jordan Williams. Jamie snickers from behind the camera and his finger points to Casey, who is drinking a coke. His laugh wheezes a bit, but the angry look that crosses Casey’s face causes Jamie to quiet down quickly. Jordan nods his head toward Jamie and gives a stern look that says, “If you don’t watch it, we’re both going to kick your ass”.

Jamie: So, say some like sweet stuff about the couple. We’ve seen enough of you drinking Coke’s dude…

Casey crushes the empty can in his hands and chucks it toward the camera, but Jordan is quick to cut off the tantrum.

Jordan: I always admired Spike and Misty because they always seemed to stay like a new couple. They never left the puppy love phase, even after they had a kid together. They keep it alive every day, and I think it’s amazing to watch these kids. Good luck guys. I think if anyone can do it, it’s you. Cheers to the both of you.

Casey: I see those two every day, and I know that they both feel very intensely about one another. You can see it in their eyes when they are around each other, and you can hear it when you are roomed next door to them at the hotels on the road. Sometimes it’s a little too intense… But anyway, everyone gives them crap about Misty wearing the pants, but honestly they are a solid team. They are what every married couple should be, and I just want to wish you guys the best of luck. Get it out of your system on the honeymoon!

Jordan shakes his head, laughing a bit at Casey who still looks dead serious. Then, the camera switches over to Misty’s sister, Dixie. She is busy running down a list of paper while on the phone. She eyes the camera suspiciously, as even she knows that Jamie with a camera spells trouble. The camera shakes as Jamie holds his hands up in surrender.

Jamie: I come in peace. I am trying to put together a wedding video for tribute for Spike and Misty. Care to say a few words?

Dixie smiles and waves wildly at the camera as she does a quick series of “Yeah”s and “Uh huh”s She drops the paper and blows a kiss to the camera.

Dixie: Okay, so we’re set? Good, see you on Sunday… HI Spike and Misty! Oh, I’m so happy you two lovebirds are FINALLY tying the knot! It’s about time! First, I want to welcome Spike to our humble family. We love you like a brother already. I’m just so excited for you both, and working my tail off to help, because of that. You mean the world to me, sis. And watching that special look in your eyes when you see Spike after a long road trip, or after a night of bar room brawls. *Chuckles* It’s just great to see you so happy. The family really does thank you, Spike. You two are just perfect together.

Just then, the phone rings again and Dixie waves and blows another kiss as she picks up the phone again. Finally, the camera switches over to the groom, oddly enough, at the end of the bachelor party. Inside of the VIP room of a club, Spike warily rips a pair of stripper panties from over his eyes and looks around, stunned. He waves at the camera, trying to get Jamie to turn it off.

Jamie: No. No… No bro, no listen. We are sooo f**kin’ wasted right now, but wouldn’t it… hahaha wouldn’t it be more honest bout how you feelings and stuff about… ummmm uhhhhh… Misty?

Spike: Nooooo… No cameras at the bachelor party… No. Not allowed as per, ummm… *hiccup* the, ummmm… you. It’s your rule, man. I’ll say stuff in the morning.

Jamie: Dude, bro… Just say it. Who cares how sloppy ass shit face drunk you are? Dude, just tell her.

Spike is well passed “shit faced” at this point. His eyes widen and narrow quickly as the heavy industrial music pounds in the background. He tries to straighten up, but fails even though he doesn’t realize it. Quite astonishingly, in the background, Casey Williams comes storming by, wearing a ripped up version of a Bridesmaid’s dress. He shouts out a loud “WOOOOOOOOOO” as the bottles clank together in his hands. Spike closes one eye, and widens another as his head tilts back a little. Jamie laughs, but Spike remains straight faced.

Spike: I luhhhh-love you Misty. You f**kin’ know it to. You know I love you, but it’s not because you gotssssa rockin’ body, mama. It’s not coz you had muh baby… It’sssssscoz you are just amazing. I don’t know, I’m so wasted right now… But you are just awesome. No.. NO! You’re awesome, kay? I’m the only one who can handle your awesome, because I’m awesome too. We’re awesome. You have soft, nice, good smelling hair, and you mosh like a rock star. We have burping contests, and secretly laugh at the word duty… I TOTALLY JUST SAID IT! AHHH HA! I really can’t think right now, but… I know, even when I’m pissing pure alcohol, that I love you. That’s what matters, right? Don’t call me a bitch. Real men can express their feelings, Casey! At least I’m not wearing a dress!

Spike leans back and laughs as a bottle whizzes by his head. In the background, you can hear Casey screaming as the dress soon goes flying past the camera. Everyone erupts into a mixture of disgust and laughter. “NO WAY!” is heard as the camera cuts out again. The video package fades out…




Backstage at the Hilton Garden Inn, SCW reporter and all around top-heavy bombshell, Miss Rocky Mountains, stands beside the Sinful tandem of the Sin of Greed, Gabriel, and the mentor and leader of this enigmatic stable, Synn himself. Neither man looks happy as Miss Rocky turns to face the camera.

Miss Rocky: Fans, tonight in just a few short moments, we are going to see the match followers of the National Wrestling Alliance have been waiting for. The NWA World Tag Team Champions, the Har-Kore Warriors, will set foot into the SCW's six-sided ring for the first time officially against the tandem that accepted their open challenge, two members of the Seven Deadly Sins ... I am referring to, of course, Kittie and Despayre. Synn, we all saw the press conference held by the world champions, and we saw the words directed toward you about...

Synn holds up his hand, silencing the interviewer. His eyes flash in anger as he looks toward her and addresses her unfinished statement.

Synn: I am well aware of what those two overrated pissants stated, thank you. It's the sole reason why I requested this time for Gabriel and Myself to have a word. It is also the reason why I asked Despayre and Kittie both to allow us this time alone, while they keep themselves preoccupied.

Miss Rocky: I don't understand. Why wouldn't you want them to be a part of this interview? They're the ones opposing Weapon-X and Viper.

Synn: Yes, and I would rather not Despayre be exposed to the spewed venom they rallied in his direction about my feelings, or so-called lack of them, in his personal regards.

Synn turns and looks into the camera with burning eyes.

Synn: Now I'm sure we'll hear something special from that Adam and Eve combination about the truth on why I didn't want Despayre out here. Oh, maybe they'll say they don't want him to hear what I have to say to cover up any lies, but lies were never told. No, not even by you. I can't fault you, either of you, for the sheer stupidity in the claims you made against me. Common ignorance is all that was, and I imagine that's more in due to the fact you and your wife happen to be brother and sister rather than anything else in the realm of the environment. I can give the pair of you at least partial credit and say at least you did your homework, somewhat, but to say that I don't care about Despayre? To tell everyone that I only had him released from Broodmoore for ulterior purposes!?

Synn smiles sadistically and holds up a finger, shaking his head.

Synn: That right there was your gravest mistake. If you knew anything, if you knew even a fraction of what you only think you do, you never would have made such a false claim. Never! If you knew anything about who I am, that thought would never have passed through your Botox injected lips! Despayre's welfare is worth more to me, than your very lives! Hell, his teddy bear is worth more to me than the both of your lives! And you actually think that this man is only using him in the guise of friendship to further his career!?

Synn points toward Gabriel.

Synn: Undefeated AWA Television Champion! The first ever SCW Heavyweight Champion! Accomplishments he did on his own, with no help from anyone! To suggest Despayre is not the little brother he claims to be... well. Gabriel doesn't need anyone to speak for him.

Gabriel grabs Miss Rocky by the arm and pulls the microphone over to him.

Gabriel: Anyone would think I have a thing for gold and well, I do. I listened to your comments, that I use Despayre to further my career... you two need to get off the crack and come back to earth for a nice little reality check. Like all who have fallen before me, you know not what you speak. You think I couldn't beat you Weapon X, on my own? Oh I could, you think we don't need someone close enough to me, to be my little brother? You need to get your head out of your ass and clear the shit from your eyes because it's been up there way to long. Now just because you probably married the first chick to get on her knees for ya, doesn't give you what the sins have. It's called family, we rise together, we fall together, we take things as a family. Tonight, I'm gonna take great pleasure in watching my family take you two apart. Harkore Warriors, when all is said and done tonight, this family will be ready to show the NWA just who we are, by taking care of their tag team champions. We will prove once again, like everyone else who has fallen before us, that you are not as good as you think you are and you know absolutely dick about the people you wanna brag to. I hope your one and only SCW match is enjoyable, because the simple facts are, you can't hang with the best here. You think coming in here, talking shit shows you know about SCW and The Sins, you know nothing. Time for my family to show you the door and send ya back to that little pond where you belong. Believe that!

Synn and Gabriel then turn and leave without so much as another word towards Miss Rocky or the fans watching.




Justin: The following contest is a mixed tag team match. Introducing first, representing SCW and The Seven Deadly Sins. Being accompanied to the ring by Synn and Angel. They are the team of...

Despayre and Kittie!

The heavy beat of Orgy's 'Opticon' begins to sound over the public address system of the arena. The fans turn their attention to the stage atop the entry ramp to await the entrance of the 'disturbed one' and their wait is rewarded. Despayre steps out onto the stage, holding his teddy bear, Angel, by the fuzzy arm in one hand, with Synn at his side and they are greeted enthusiastically with cheers. A few seconds later, Kittie appears on the top of the ramp. The gothic mental case briefly holds 'Angel' up in the air to let 'him' bask in the cheers too, and they then start to move along the entry aisle, and closer towards the ring. His movements are slow, methodical, and he avoids being touched by the many hands reaching out to him but allows his bear to greet the fans. Kittie strolls down to the ring, softly talking with Synn before sliding in the ring. Arriving at ringside, Despayre slides "Angel" into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope himself. Again grabbing his 'security' bear, Despayre crawls across the ring on all fours and deposits himself into a neutral corner where Synn and Kittie joins him for the pre-match pep talk.

Justin: And their opponents, representing ICW, they are the current NWA Tag Team Champions! Weapon-X and Viper...

The Harkore Warriors!

"Renegade" by Jay-Z & Eminem start as the lights dim & the red lights come up on the entrance way in the classic red X's as we skip through Jay-Z's 1st verse to go to Eminem's 1st verse as light fog come to the entrance ramp.

" Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician but I'll kick it with 'em a minute Cause see they call me a menace; and if the shoe fits I'll wear it But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth grin and bear it"

Weapon-X comes out first with his NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Championship title belt around his waist as he has a kendo stick spinning as he feels strongly with those first words that were stated by the Detroit Rap Hero.

" Now who's these king of these rude ludicrous lucrative lyrics Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics Usin his music to steer it, sharin his views and his merits But there's a huge interference - they're sayin you shouldn't hear it"

Pyro that sounds off like machine gun shots starting at the top of the rampway & going down towards the ring blares as Weapon-X tucks & rolls half way down the ramp as then he stands waiting as he points the kendo stick back at the entrance way waiting on his partner, not just in this match but also in life.

" Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated disputed hated and viewed in America as a motherfuckin drug addict - like you didn't experiment?"

Viper comes out as wearing her kamono with "Mrs. Perfect" in red & black on the back with her NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Championship title around her waist as after she's on the top of the entrance ramp with a kendo stick in her right hand & as rose petals come down from the ceiling & into the crowd she blows a kiss across the stage which is her finisher taunt for the "Kiss of Death"

" Now now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror and see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrased And I got nothin to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin do-gooders - too bad you couldn't do good at marriage! (Ha ha!) "

Viper now tucks & rolls to meet up with her husband as they then exchange in a passionate kiss as then they walk together, as equals, the rest of the way to the ring.

" And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here I don't think you do so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo Cause here we go - he's {*Jigga joint Jigga-chk-Jigga*} And I'm the sinister, Mr. Kiss-My-Ass "

As The HarKore Warriors, which are both Hall of Famers due to their separate singles careers in multiple promotions let alone as a team in the NSWA with over 25 Tag Team Championship title reigns together in over 17 years, get into the ring as their opponents bail out.

" it's just that I'm a...

[Em] RENEGADE! Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at, any given time of day Cause I'm a RENEGADE! Never been afraid to talk about anything (ANYTHING) anything (ANYTHING), RENEGADE!

[Jay] Never been afraid to say what's on my mind at, any given time of day Cause I'm a {RENEGADE} Never been afraid to holler about anything {anything?} Anything {ANYTHING!}"

The chorus play's one more time as most of the SCW crowd is clearly behind the duo even though it's odd to see in SCW a man & a woman as equal's in a male tag team division. They look across the ring at their opponents as the bell rings

KITTIE AND DESPAYRE VS THE HARKORE WARRIORS
NON TITLE MIXED TAG TEAM MATCH

Adams: This match is unique. Legend has it The Harkore Warriors approached Hot Stuff Mark Ward to show their talents in alliance federations.

Simone: They're NWA Tag Team champions for a reason

Weapon X stares across at Despayre, and the two lock up. Despayre forces Weapon X across the ring to the ropes, Despayre whips Weapon X across the ring, but as Weapon X comes back, Despayre puts his hands up and stops Weapon X. Weapon X looks confused as Despayre looks up in the air, starring upwards.

Simone: What's Despayre looking at?

Despayre points upwards, but Weapon X shakes his head. Despayre shrugs and keeps looking up. Out of curiousity, Weapon X looks upwards. As soon as Weapon looks upwards, Despayre drills him with right hand knocking Weapon X to the floor!

Adams: HAHAHAHAHA, dude should know not to fall for Despy's tricks.

Simone: They're new here.

Despayre drops a quick elbow across Weapon X's chest. Despayre jumps up to cheers and bounces off the ropes and charges towards Weapon X, dropping a quick leghdrop over his fallen opponent. Weapon springs to his feet and Despayre jumps up and wraps his legs around Weapon X's head, and pulls him over with a flying head scissors. Weapon X rolls through and gets up, he attempt to charge at Despayre but Despayre ducks a clothesline as Weapon X runs towards the ropes. As Weapon X runs back he jumps at Despayre with a high cross body, but Despayre drops down to the mat, and Weapon X flies over him. Despayre gets up and runs towards the ropes, he bounces off with a rolling thunder and crashes across Weapon X's back. Despayre rolls him over and goes for the cover

1...
2

Weapon X kicks out.

Adams: Didn't think the NWA tag team champions would give up so easy.

Weapon X pushes himself to his feet and Despayre quickly gets up. Despayre swings an arm at Weapon X, but Weapon X quickly gets behind Despayre and wraps him in a sleeper hold before dropping down with a neckbreaker. Despayre rolls away holding his neck and Weapon X gets back to his feet quickly and pulls Despayre to his feet. Weapon X nails Despayre with a chop across the chest, then a sharp punch, then a karate kick.

Simone: Weapon X's has an apt name, those hands and feet are dangerous.

Weapon X picks Despayre to his feet and gets behind him quickly. Weapon X ducks behind Despayre and lifts him up with a wheelbarrow German suplex. crashing Despayre to the canvas. Weapon X looks at the fallen Despayre. Weapon X stamps on Despayre's knee, then leg, then upper body. Weapon reaches down and picks up Despayre and kicks him in the gut quickly, nailing him with an evenflow DDT. Weapon X goes for the cover.

1...
2

Despayre kicks out.

Simone: Despayre gets the shoulder up.

Weapon X walks over and tags Viper in to the ring, instantly making Kittie the legal person in the match

Adams: Our first chance to look at Viper

Kittie charges in the ring as Viper gets in the ring and spears her to the mat

Adams: Welcome to Sin City Wrestling Viper

Kittie throws heavy punches at Viper, dropping elbows in between the punches. Kittie picks Viper up off the ground and slaps her hard across the face. Kittie grabs Viper by the head and runs across the ring, dropping her with a bulldog. Kittie springs to her feet and moves towards Viper's legs. Kittie picks up Vipers legs and steps in for the sharpshooter, but Viper kicks her off. Viper gets to her knees and Kittie jumps in with a low dropkick. Kittie sits up and pulls Viper to her feet. Kittie punches Viper in the face and Viper stumbles back to the ropes. As Viper stumbles back forward, Kittie kicks her in the gut and hooks Viper in a powerbomb position, but Viper lifts her over and nails Kittie with a backbody drop. Kittie springs to her feet quickly and moves towards Viper, but Viper ducks a punch and nails Kittie with a dropping neckbreaker.

Simone: Viper turns this match around.

Viper goes for a quick cover.

1...
2

Kittie kicks out.

Adams: The former Bombshell champion kicks out

Viper quickly goes on the offensive by pulling Kittie to her feet. Viper hooks up Kittie's head and lifts her over with a vertical suplex, slamming the former Bombshell champion hard in to the canvas. Viper gets back to her feet quickly and pulls Kittie with her, throwing her in the turnbuckle.Viper grabs Kittie by the head and turns her around, climbing on the second turnbuckle and jumping off, planting Kittie with a tornado DDT. Kittie hits the canvas hard and Viper looks out in to the crowd. She gets up to their feet and looks down on Kittie. Viper starts to make her way to the top rope. She looks down on Kittie and dives off the top, attempting a diving elbow on Kittie. Kittie rolls out of the way, and Viper crashes hard on to the canvas. Kittie rolls her over and goes for the cover

1...
2

Viper kicks out.

Viper rolls over on the floor and Kittie walks towards the corner and tags in Despayre. He walks towards Weapon X, but Viper gets up and gets in Despayre's face. Despayre tries to walk past her, but Viper pushes Despayre in the chest

Adams: This is not NWA or where ever you may have come from, this is SCW, men and women do not hit each other.

Viper hits Despayre in the face with an open hand but Despayre refuses to hit her back, he stands in the ring shaking his head

Simone: If she's in your face Despy, lay the bitch out

Despayre shakes his head as referee Drew Patton orders Viper out of the ring. Despayre looks out towards a clearly angry Synn, yelling towards the referee.

Adams: Synn's about to bust a blood vessel out there

Weapon X jumps in the ring and takes Despayre down with a clothesline. Despayre hits the mat hard and springs back to his feet Weapon X tries to clothesline Despayre again, but Despayre ducks underneath the clothesline and dropkicks Weapon X, sending him in to the ropes. As Weapon X springs backward and Despayre jumps up and nails him with a backcracker. Despayre rolls Weapon X over and goes for the pin

1...
2

Weapon X kicks out.

Simone: Despayre nearly took it!

Despayre grabs Weapon X to his feet and tries to whip him to the ropes but Weapon X gets behind him. Weapon X drops Despayre with a reverse DDT! Weapon X goes for the cover.

1...
2

Weapon X kicks out.

Simone: End to end match here.

Both men get to their feet and Despayre ducks a tornado punch and pushes Weapon X in to the corner, Viper tagging in the ring. She immediately charges in the ring and starts yelling at Despayre for pushing Weapon X in to the corner and in to her. Despayre shakes his head furiously.

Simone: It's a wrestling match! You don't like getting hit, don't get in the ring!

Viper pulls a hand back and slaps Despayre across the face, forcing him to turn away. Synn's eyes go wide outside the ring as he steps up on the apron!

Adams: Oh hell! This ain't good!

Weapon X moves towards Synn but Synn grabs him by the head and pulls him over the ropes and throws him to the floor

Simone: Synn's pissed!

Before Synn can enter the ring, Despayre lets out an ear piercing scream.

Adams: Holy christ, only Dolphins can understand what he's saying now

Viper stumbles backwards with shock and surprise but Kittie quickly jumps behind Viper and pulls her down with a schoolboy pin. The referee counts

1...
2

3!

Justin: The winners of the match.... Kittie and Despayre!

Simone: Kittie and Despayre have beaten the NWA Tag Team Champions!

Adams: That means they will be ranked to take on the tag champions in a title match!




The scene cuts backstage where Nick Jones is seen walking around through the halls, seeming to be heading back towards his locker room. As Nick makes his way through, he suddenly comes to a quick stop right in the middle of one of the intersections of halls. He quickly snaps his head around, looking in a direction somewhere off camera. The scene then pans around to show what Nick is looking at, which is a very familiar face, his cousin Big B. B seems to be standing rather ackwardly right in the middle of the nearby hall, standing up straight and tall and his chest and shoulders pushed out as wide as possible. Nick slowly approaches B, giving him a rather confused look.

Nick: What are you doing?

Big B: What do you mean?

Nick: Oh, I don't know, maybe I'm just curious why you're randomly standing like that in the middle of the hallway, ya big oaf.

Big B: I just, um... like standing here like this.

Nick raises an eyebrow at Big B, clearly not exactly buying B's story. Nick then goes to just walk past Big B and continue on his way, but as soon as Nick moves, B quickly moves as well, keeping himself between Nick and the area behind him. This immediately catches Nick's attention, as he comes to a stop again and looks back at Big B.

Nick: Ok, enough of this. You're clearly trying to hide something. What is it?

Big B: What? I'm not hiding anything.

Nick: Oh, give me a break. I hate to break it to you, but I'm not nearly as stupid as you are, so I'm not buying this for a second. I want to know whatever this thing is you're hiding. Now move!

With that, Nick grabs Big B by the arm and shoves him out of the way. With Big B out of the way, it is quickly reaveled that what Big B was hiding was not in fact a thing, but a person, as Nick immediately sees standing just a foot away from him a very familiar face, Despayre. Despayre starts there with a nice, childlike smile on his face and Angel laying gently in his arms, but Nick's reaction is still one of startle, as he quickly leaps back at the sight of Despayre. Nick then turns to Big B angrily, as he stumbles over his words while pointing towards Despy.

Nick: What... what the hell is HE doing here!

Big B: Me, Despy and Angel were just hanging out and talking.

Nick seems to not sure where to go with what he wants to say next, hesitating for a few moments at first.

Nick: Ok, I'm going to ignore the complete idiocy of that statement for now and focus on the important matter. We discussed this, and I told you that I never wanted to see you and THAT...

Nick shoves a finger in the direction of Despayre, which seems to catch Despy a little off guard as he seems slightly taken back.

Nick: Together ever again.

Big B: Yeah, I know. I tried to make sure you didn't see us together, but you wouldn't let me. I was hiding him but you pushed me out of the way.

Nick starts forcably pushing his fingers back through his hair, nearly ripping it out in the process out of frustration.

Nick: That's it! I'm sick of this crap. This whole little thing between you two... it's over!! Got it? Now get your ass moving, you're coming with me. NOW!

Nick turns and storms off out of the shot, as Big B stays behind with Despayre for just a few more moments.

Big B: Sorry Despy... I gotta go, Nick says this is over now. But I'll see you tomorrow, right?

Despayre silently smiles and nods, as a smile comes across Big B's face as well. However, it doesn't last long, as the fear of his cousin's wrath causes him to quickly turn and go chasing after Nick down the hallway, trying to catch up with him as the scene fades out.




Back in a specially assigned locker room, Spike, Jamie, and Tommy Staggs are seen putting the final touches on their tuxedos. Each of them looks a bit hung over, to say the least. Tommy is sitting down on a stool, shielding his eyes from the light and nursing a bottle of water. Jamie eyes a bottle of champagne with a bow on it, but Spike fends him off with a stare. Tommy looks up and narrows his eyes as he stares at Jamie.

Tommy: Dude, the way my head is pounding, I really just want to kick your ass so hardcore… But I would never trade the partial memories of the most epic bachelor party ever since The Hangover. Could you hand me the bottle of Ibuprofen?

Jamie tosses the bottle to Tommy who winces at the loud rattling noise. He fumbles with it before finally grabbing a hold on the bottle. He pops a few of them and then leans back down, bowing his head toward the ground. Spike tightens his bow tie and straightens out his red cummerbund as he checks himself out in the mirror. He runs his fingers through his hair, making sure his spike job is well done.

Jamie: Dude, you look fine, except the raccoon eyes. How are you not hurling like the rest of us? You got all the free “I’m gettin’ hitched” shots, and you look like a hundred bucks.

Spike: You mean a million bucks?

Spike: No, I meant a hundred… Raccoon eyes, man. But it’s better than one dollar like us. Or is it like percents, where the higher the number, the worse? Now I’m thinking, and I can feel myself thinking… Never get married again!

Spike nods his head and a big smile spreads across his face. He puts on the left cufflink and then looks over at Jamie. He puts a hand on his brother’s shoulder and looks him dead in the eye.

Spike: Don’t worry. After tonight, I will never love another woman again. She’s it for me, otherwise I wouldn’t go out there and lay my feeling for her out in front of thousands of fans. We will finally be exactly where we deserve… where we were always meant to be... Even though it doesn’t change anything. We have been married since the day we laid eyes on each other.

Tommy: Dude, I’m not ready for the mushy stuff yet. You’re gonna make me puke!

Jamie: Yeah, what he said… Marriage is the end. If you don’t believe me, just take a look at Kittie and tell me that’s not an all-time low! Look me in the eye and tell me… Wait, no. The all-time low was when she was pissed at Misty for winning the Bombshell Championship… Ohhh yeahhhh…

Tommy leans down and makes a gagging noise as he tries his best to hold onto his lunch. Jamie shrugs and does a double check on his outfit in the mirror. Spike feels confident with his appearance and he grabs the bottle of champagne and walks toward the door. His brothers follow him unexpectedly and stop him.

Tommy: Seriously though. Congratulations. Des and I are happy for you two.

Jamie: Would you know I was lying if I told you that Kittie says you guys deserve to be happy, and that she is happy for you?

Spike nods his head, very convinced that Jamie would be lying. Tommy punches Jamie in the arm playfully, but forcefully at the same time. The two of them engage in a little chest boxing while Spike just sighs and rolls his eyes.




Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, residing in New York, New York, standing at six feet four inches, and weighing in at 239 pounds… he is… GOTH!

Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress. Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and he stares across the booing crowd, seeming to be very pleased with their response.

Justin Decent: Now, making his way to the ring hailing from St John’s, Newfoundland, Canada, standing at six feet and weighing in at 200 pounds, he is “The Jackal” ADAM SMITH!

As the crowd stirs, the opening chords of "Don't Tread on Me" by Metallica play over the arena speakers. A small blast of pyro upon the stage accompanies the song as it kicks into full gear, and "The Jackal" Adam Smith steps out onto the stage to a mixed reaction alongside his wife Christine Smith. Adam holds his arm up in the air and makes his way down the ramp, Christine close behind. The two exchange a quick kiss before Adam rolls inside the ring, bouncing off the far ropes and stopping in the middle of the ring staring over at Goth, sizing him up. Both competitors circle around the ring, waiting for the right opportunity to strike as the bell rings.

Vs
SINGLES MATCH

Simone: OH! And it doesn’t take long before Adam Smith locks up with Goth.

Adams: Both men are down to business tonight! It’s a real power struggle here.

Both men were thinking it, but The Jackal digs in first as he tosses a hard right knee into Goth’s midsection. He holds him back at arms length and throws a hard right to the center of Goth’s forehead. Christine cheers him on from the outside as he continues the momentum. He throws Goth against the ropes, and as he rebounds, he lifts him up for a Spinebuster, but Goth catches him with a poke to the eye. Smith holds his eye and goes for a blind punch that knocks Goth back a few feet, but Goth lands a stiff kick to Smith’s left knee, taking him down to a kneeling position. Goth then grabs him by the hair and punches him in the face with three swift blows, following them up with a hard punt to Smith’s chin. The audience groans in agony for Smith.

Adams: I felt that all the way over here so you know that had to smart.

Simone: Taunting this early in the match when it can go either way is a bad move by Goth. We haven’t seen enough of Adam Smith, but what I do know is that he is willing to do whatever it takes to secure a win.

Goth stalks Smith, but he lets his guard up for just a second too long as Smith takes him down with a swift leg sweep. He rolls over and locks the ankle, wrenching it as he quickly stomps away at Goth’s left knee. Holding onto the leg, he drops down and wrenches the knee further.

Simone: It looks like “The Jackal” did his homework on Goth, targeting his left knee.

Adams: Once a body part is injured, it is never the same again.

Goth grunts, but the pain doesn’t show in his face. He crawls slowly toward the ropes, inch by inch. Smith tries to drag him back to the center, but it is too late. Goth has a hold of the ropes, and he refuses to give in, even though Smith won’t let go. The referee warns him, but he shakes his head in refusal, so the referee begins shouting out a count.

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

Adams: Smith almost refusing to let go, gives in at the last possible second to avoid a disqualification. Smart man.

It isn’t long before Smith goes back to the left knee, but Goth kicks him in the knee instead. Goth stands up, limping a bit. He hits a swift and powerful uppercut to Jackal’s throat, sending him back a bit. Goth bounces off of the ropes, and Jackal forces him to a stop, but Goth drives a hard knee into Smith’s stomach. He lays an elbow to his back, driving him down to one knee before sending him across the ring with a hard Irish Whip. As he comes back, Goth picks him up and spins for a picture perfect Spinebuster.

Adams: Goth almost broke the ring with that one! Did you see that?

Simone: Even if I didn’t I could feel the impact all the way over here.

Goth sizes up Smith and drops down with a hard fist drop. He lays over him, pinning him down with every bit of strength.

1!

2!

Kickout!

Smith gets a shoulder up. Goth slowly gets up, dragging Smith with him. As he does, he sets him up for a Snap Suplex, but Smith hooks his leg around Goth’s, stopping it. Goth smacks him in the side with a hard jab and then knocks him with a headbutt before trying again. This time, he is successful as Jackal collides with the mat hard, yet again. On the outside, Christine Smith pounds the mat, trying to build up momentum for her man. Goth leans down toward Jackal, but Jackal smacks him across the face, stunning Goth. Smith gets up, and goes to toss Goth into the ropes, but Goth reverses it. As Smith comes off of the ropes, Goth goes for a hard clothesline, but Smith ducks it. Goth follows after him this time, but Smith drops down, holding the top rope and Goth stumbles over them, falling hard to the outside.

Simone: There is Smith, thinking on his feet again. That might have really paid off for him.

Adams: He’s setting up for something risky here, and it might NOT pay off.

Smith watches as Goth slowly moves on the ground outside. Christine Smith backs up once she sees the referee is watching her, holding her hands up innocently. Jackal steps through the ropes, looking down at Goth, waiting for his mark. As soon as Goth is on his knees, Jackal lands a hard legdrop to the outside! The ref starts his count.

1!

2!

Smith gets up and picks Goth up along with him. He sends him flying into the ring steps, crashing hard. He doesn’t give up there as he charges in with a running shoulder block.

3!

4!

Goth does his best with a weary chop, but Smith returns with one of his own. He turns Goth around and begins repeatedly smashing his head into the steps.

Adams: It looks like Jackal isn’t just out for a victory. He’s out for Goth’s blood tonight.

Simone: It seems like he is trying to send a strong message to management about how badly he wants to contend with the big dogs.

5!

6!

Goth stops one by planting his foot against the ring steps, smashing a hard elbow into Smith’s face, and then he cracks him with another to the rib. He grabs Smith’s head and slams it against the steps. Christine Smith comes over as if she is about to get involved somehow until she sees Sapphira stalking toward her. The referee warns them before continuing his count.

7!

8!

Jackal slides in under the ropes in hopes of getting an easy count out victory as Goth tries to make it into the ring to save himself.

Adams: Hey, a win is a win, no matter how you get it…

9!

Goth slides back in the ring, just in the nick of time. Smith meets him with a hard bicycle kick before Goth can even return to his feet. He lays in a couple of kicks before leaning down to set up a Surfboard Stretch. Goth struggles to escape it, and crawls away before Smith can hook the arms.

Simone: Both men are starting to feel the effects of their battle. Smith lost a perfect opportunity for a submission victory right there.

Adams: I’m still bummed that we didn’t get to see a chick fight on the outside… It might not be too late!

Goth crawls up the corner, dragging himself to a standing position, only to have his foot grabbed by Christine from the outside. Jackal comes crashing hard with a body splash that sends Goth crumbling back to the floor. Christine evades Sapphira as she comes around the corner, mouthing threats to her. Jackal climbs up the turnbuckle and calls out for his finisher, Pounce of the Jackal. The crowd gives off a mixed reaction as he steadies himself above a still Goth.

Adams: Why doesn’t Christine defend herself against the painted dude’s girlfriend? I want to see!

Simone: It looks like it’s over here. Goth is out, and the fans are starting to rally behind Smith.

Smith leaps off , only for Goth to roll out of the way at the last possible second. Smith crashes hard against the mat, rolling a few feet away. He rolls around a bit, trying to catch his breath as Goth pulls himself up against the ropes. The crowd boos as Goth stalks Smith from afar. He steadies his hand as what might be construed as a smile spreads across his lips slowly. He slowly lessens the distance between himself and Smith, who has lifted up onto his hands and knees. Goth grabs onto his arm and drags him up to his feet. He wraps him into a Cobra Clutch position.

Simone: The Gothic Dream! Jackal is fighting it, but Goth almost has it… It’s locked on!

Adams: That’s a painful maneuver, and about impossible to get out of. He’s refusing to tap, but if he doesn’t get out soon, it won’t matter.

The referee waits for a tap out, as he clinches his fist tightly. The audience waits in anticipation as Smith resists tapping. His eyes flutter as his struggling slows down. Goth keeps it locked on solid, and the ref checks on him, lifting up his arm and it drops. He throws up a finger and shouts “ONE!” He lifts it up slowly again, and it drops once again. “TWO!” He makes sure the audience sees it before lifting the arm one more time. He lets it linger for a second before dropping it one last time. “THREE!”

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Your winner as a result of a Knock Out…GOTH!!!

Goth rolls Smith over and stands up, holding his own arm up in victory. Darkside blasts through the speakers as he exits the ring.

Adams: An amazing show by both competitors, but Goth with the win.

Simone: I see potential in “The Jackal” and I look forward to seeing more of him in the weeks to come.




"On We March" starts playing on the speakers as Kain, alongside Ariel, step out of the backstage curtain and start walking down the ramp. Immediately, the crowd despises him, but Kain pays no attention to them, as he gets into the ring, followed by Ariel, who enters the ring and looks around in all seriousness, making sure to deal with any oncoming threats that anyone might make against him, or else she'll make short work of them! Kain grabs a microphone from an outside worker and saunters around the ring, enraged as the crowd noise grows louder, calling him names. Then it dies down as Kain continues to walk around the ring, speaking

Kain: All of you know who the hell I am already, so when I'm in here, it's your job to shut up and pay attention to the King Of Kings!

The crowd yells at him for his first statement, but Kain continues on.

Kain: First off, that win was mine and I made sure of it when I fought Goth, not too long ago. He had the balls to admit that I was the better man that night and even went as far as congratulating me for the win! But I want to correct him on something; he will ALWAYS be my bitch! Goth, I destroyed you and took away your title and bestowed it upon me! Anytime you want to go against me, I'm right here, bitch! And I'll always kick your ass, no matter the time and place! You are NOTHING to me, Goth, and you now realize that AWA is NOTHING without a God like me! You worthless bitch; I got my revenge and I've settled my score. You will remember that night, Goth, as a lesson in life; never fuck with a man that took your business, made it the empire that it is today, and fuck him over. You messed with the wrong man and you found out, the hard way, that I meant business! Speaking of business...

Kain stops in his walk and pauses briefly, a question forming on his lips...

Kain: Who in the hell is Mark Ward to interfere in MY business?

Kain hears the crowd, calling him an asshole repeatedly. Kain laughs at them all, waves them off, then speaks again as he resumes his walk around the ring, Ariel looking at her man with pride. He speaks yet again, letting every word consume the minds of the audience.

Kain: Mark, you need to remember one thing; I'm the most dangerous man around here. You remember that night, don't you? When I attacked you and gave you a beating that you deserved? I have no regrets about it and you're not going to get an apology out of a guy like me! You see, anywhere I go, it's my home. Not yours! Sooner or later, you and Christain Underwood, whether you both like it or not, will hand me the keys to your kingdom and I will take over SCW for good! I will usher SCW into a era of greatness that no one, in their right mind, can comprehend! I mean, I'm the only guy around here that has the intelligence and wit to see this place flourish! It will only get better, especially once I take back what's rightfully mine, Mark! And that's the SCW Championship, something that was stolen from me! You're going to hate me for it and I don't care, but Nick Jones messed with the wrong fighter and like Goth, like all of my past victims, he will suffer a horrible death unlike anything he's ever felt in his life!

Kain stands once more, facing the camera, staring it down with a cold glare.

Kain: Nick, I heard your bullshit and I'm here to tell you what you convenently omitted! One, you never won the match - your ENTOURAGE won it for you! If it wasn't for them, Nick, you wouldn't be champion! Two, you could never beat someone like Damon Synn or even me in one-on-one combat, so you used me to do the dirty work for you. That championship was mine for the taking! And what did you do? You played the role of a coward, hit me with the belt that your entourage sneaked into the ring for you, and pinned Damon Synn while I was out cold. That was a mistake and that told me the truth about you. What truth, you ask?

Kain scoffed at the camera with a grunt, smirking.

Kain: That you cannot win your battles alone. Your entourage, all of your connections, etc...that's the only reason why you are still here. It's not because you're the best; you never were. You're not a man, you're a little kid that always needs the help of grown-ups to get the job done! And don't ever try to tell me that I need help, because last I checked, NO ONE rushed to my aid that night! I took care of my business, ALL ON MY OWN! That makes me the man for the job, to be champion, NOT YOU, you piece of shit!

Kain turns himself away from the camera, looking at the audience again as he speaks.

Kain: Nick, Mark, you both need to stay out of my way! I am no one's puppet for the taking! I serve no man and I am my own master; I do what I please! Mark, you don't give me another title shot, soon, or I'm going to permanently end your career if you don't give me what I desire! As for you, Nick Jones, you got lucky. That's all it was, but rest assured, your entourage, all of your money and connections won't save you from the hell I will be unleashing when you and I meet in the ring and that's VERY SOON! Count on it, Nick! And when I do kick your ass, all over the place, watch you bloodied and bruised, your championship taken away from you, there is nothing you can do except to bow down to me, accept me as your King, and tell me how worthless you are, how weak and inept you turned out to be. Then I'll be laughing, merciless in your face before I knock you out for good. You've been warned, asshole; you got lucky. No skill was inolved. Next time, Nick, no luck is needed on my part, just pure skill and talent alone is what will make me be the NEXT SCW CHAMPION!

Kain drops the microphone as Ariel embraces her man and kisses him deeply as the crowd roars in defiance, booing at him loudly. "On We March" blares up the speakers again as the couple walk up the ramp and enter backstage.

Simone: Strong words tonight from The King Of Kings, as revenge ahd the championship are the only two things on his mind right now.

Adams: I hope Mark and Nick know what they are doing, because Kain is like a caged animal that's just waiting to rip out the doors and explode with violence. Kain is not in a happy mood, as we saw tonight. If he isn't getting what he wants, all hell will break loose and that's not good at all!




SCW Co-Owner Christian Underwood is standing backstage in a white suit and matching tie.

Christian: There isn't much that can be said when there's a wedding on the horizon between two people that I have come to know over the years. Misty, Spike, I have had the pleasure and honor of working with you for a vast number of years in various promotions. I have never had the pleasure of meeting Spike inside of the ring, but backstage I have come to know him as a man with wild ideas and as a real charmer. misty is headstrong and steel willed, and she is a testament to the new age of the women of professional wrestling. I can see why these two found each other those years ago, and it comes as no surprise to me that the big day would finally arrive. Misty, always remember that men leave the toilet seat up as a way to better help the environment when the water inside evaporates. Spike, remember when the day comes and your wife asks you if an outfit makes her butt look bigger than normal, there is no safe answer to that. Tell her your kid got an F in school and run for it.

Christian smiles and gives the camera a salute.

Christian: Congratulations to the both of you.




Backstage, Pussy Willow is seen standing by with a microphone in hand. She knocks on a door that has been covered in pink tissue paper, and the name plate is crudely written to say “Mean Girls”. She knocks on the door and a couple of giggles can be heard coming from the other side of the door. As it flies open, an excited Angelica peaks out.

Angelica: Mark, you said… Oh. It’s… you, ugh. What the eff do you want?

Angelica snarls at Pussy Willow as Veronica Taylor opens the door the rest of the way. She looks at Angelica in a sort of stunned manner as she scoffs at her in a condescending manner. Angelica nods her head and rolls her eyes.

Veronica: I know, right...

Pussy: I was wondering if I could get a few words with the two of you regarding the Bombshell show opener.

Angelica: Total crap. We are Main Events, but that jerk off Christian Underwood thinks that being hot isn’t good enough to be the stars of the show, so he’d rather put some skinny little emo girl with a bad bleach job against a pale skinned dead zombie girl and a fugly man beast of a woman and call that a main event… Such a travesty…

Veronica smirks at Angelica with one hand on her hip began speaking in her normal arrogant tone.

Veronica: Like serisously it is a travesty I am so tired of fugly bitches getting the attention that is rightfully ours!

Angelica: It’s not like rocket science or something. Pot heads and wrist cutters are cool for afterschool specials, but in the erotic sport of wrestling, pretty girls sell out the seats. Look I mean we’re hottter than them. We’re not even measured on the same scale as these little girls living in our world. It’s why there are the other girls, and then there are the mean girls.

Veronica: SOOO freaking true I mean like seriously where’s the fugly masked chick? Oh that’s right we scared her out of here! Just like I scared Graham out, and just like we’re going to scare the other women out. See being as hot as we are we are entitled to special treatment, treatment that Underwood refuses to give us I mean why? Cause he’s jealous that we get more attention than his stupid emo child poster girl?

Angelica claps her hands together before resting one hand on her hip and the other hand is waving a finger at Pussy Willow. She puckers her lips together in a mockingly sweet manner as she takes the microphone from Pussy Willow.

Angelica: Honey, you can go shave your upper lip now. Even though you are prettier than those other girls, you are not as pretty as us, and we only let pretty girls hang with the Mean Girls. So yeah, buh-bye…

She waves sweetly to Pussy as she sighs and slowly backs away. Angelica looks over to Veronica and they start to snicker.

Angelica: I know, right? It was like being interviewed by the bearded lady, sha?

Veronica smirks and snickers a bit before saying in a loud arrogant tone.

Veronica: Ah I mean what the hell sad thing is shes prettier than whats that freaks name marrying Spike? Christy? Disty? I really dont know! Angelica: Ugh! I know, right? But she has him by the balls. He used to be, like, good and stuff, but now he’s just sad… Wait, walk with me hon…

An evil smile spreads across Angelica’s face, and Veronica is intrigued. They walk a few feet down the hallway, and Angelica drops the microphone, bored with it now. She points over to a delivery man with a bunch of flowers and Veronica sighs.

Veronica: Another flower delivery? Which fan are these from?

Angelica: No, they are Misty’s… For her wedding. It would be such a shame if something were to happen to them, right?

Angelica’s wicked smile returns and Veronica matches it with a sly look. She nods her head in agreement and the two walk over to the man. Angelica puts on a sweet face and sheepishly walks over to him.

Angelica: Oh, they are finally here! Misty needs them right away, so do you mind if we go ahead and sign for them. Poor thing has a lot on her mind with the wedding and all.

Deliver Man: I have only been instructed to sign over to Spike Staggs, Misty, Desiree, or Dixie Waters.

Angelica: Right, I know it’s hard to believe since we are way prettier, but we are her sisters. I’m Desiree and this is Dixie.

The delivery man studies them for a moment before looking the paperwork over again. Angelica taps her foot impatiently but otherwise remains innocent looking.

Delivery Man: Do you have I.D.?

Angelica: I left my wallet in my purse! Oh no! Misty is going to have another meltdown like she did with the tailor. Please, have a heart?

He clinches his jaw for a moment and then lets out a sigh. He hands her over the clipboard, and she cheerfully signs with a smile. She looks at the sweaty man, and thinks about giving him a hug, but decides not to.

Angelica: Oh thank you sir. I will make sure she sees them right away!

The man shrugs his shoulders and walks off. Angelica waits until he is out of sight and then she looks over to Veronica with a sort of giddy laughter. Veronica laughs along with Angelica as she smirked what a fool Veronica thought as she said in an arrogant tone.

Veronica: Like oh my god they’re so pretty why does an emo have to get these? They should be ours, from our adoring public I mean they’re too pretty for her.

Veronica then looks at the flowers, and grabs a marker and writes in pink emo freak on them. As she laughs at her own work as she said.

Veronica: I think that’s her name right?

Angelica: It might as well be…

Angelica grabs a handful of the white pedals and throws them up in the air, letting them fall down. She isn’t satisfied with that, and she begins ripping as many as she can, tossing them all over the hallway. Angelica begins pushing the cart down the hall, and Veronica helps as they shove them out of the dock doors that they came in through. Angelica laughs as she watches the cart fall, and the flowers mangled on the ground ten feet below.

Angelica: Oops! Next time, hire a competent delivery man, right?

Veronica flips her hair and shrugs her shoulders. She sighs in a sense of accomplishment as the two begin walking down the hallway, acting innocent, but they are far from it.




Justin: The following contest is a Fatal Fourway match, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Championship!

The Aristocrats' music starts, as some guys harmonize on vocals. Nobody’s coming out, yet.

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

And as the drums kick in the song continues, rocking out, as Steve Scanlon comes out through the entrance, winding up and punching the air like they’ve already won.

He’s holding a cardboard cup of coffee in one hand, and his ‘medically necessary’ carpal tunnel wristband on the other. And he’s in no hurry to get to the ring, taking his own sweet time getting there, sometimes stopping to jaw it out with a fan, or take a slug off his drink.

About a second after Scanlon comes through the curtain, Hangman storms through. He’s not going quickly, either, but more like “the slow, crushing inevitability of death” than “guy slacking off from work”, like Steve is. He strides toward the ring, paying absolutely no attention to anyone in the arena who isn’t his teammate or his intended victims.

Scanlon and Hawkins proceed down the aisle. By now, the brass section on their song has kicked in, as they get to the ring. Scanlon leaves his coffee cup on the edge of the announcer’s table, climbs the ring steps, and insists that the ref pull the ropes apart to “let him in”. He then hops, fists over his head, doing "#1!" gestures and pointing at the crowd- again as if they'd already won and this is just a formality.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Hangman (from the ground) grabs the ropes and slingshots himself in, as smoothly as if he’s been doing it his whole life. Which he has. With the head start Scanlon got, they arrive at about the same time. He looms around the ring, his coiled menace conterpointing Scanlon's high-energy mischegoss. Hawkins offers the opposition a grave-cold, dangerous glare, as he rounds back toward his corner.

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

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

Justin: Introducing their opponents! At a combined weight of 365 pounds, Narly and Radical ... The Surf Boys!

Surfer Boys start to play and the Surf Boys, Narly and Radical appear dressed in Bermuda shorts, sandals and holding surfboards under their arms. They turn around high fiving each other. They walk to the ring high fiving the fans and when they get to the ring, throw the boards under the ropes and climbs in as the fans cheer. The put their boards in middle of the ring and jump on them "ring surfing" as the fans cheer.

Justin: Their opponents are at a total combined weight of 630 pounds, Jordan Williams and Casey Williams, the New Extremes!

"Miseria Cantare - The Beginning" By AFI plays and the new combination of Jordan and Casey walk out onto the stage and are greeted by the cheers of the crowd onhand. They walk down the aisle, slapping hands reaching out until they're arrive at the ringside area. Casey climbs up onto the apron and steps literally over the top rope as Jordan slides inside beneath the bottom rope. He stands up and double high-fives Casey as they wait for the final team.

Justin: Finally, introducing the Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions! From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing 165 pounds ... Sean Williams!

The lights dim, and then completely shut off. 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: His tag team partner is accompanied by Tom Dudely! From Amarillo, Texas, weighing 285 pounds ... 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.

Simone: Wow. Just, wow. This has to be the biggest match in the history of the tag team division! Four teams all vying for the championship gold!

Adams: And it's elimination style, so one by one, only one team will be left!

Simone: And that team will be the champions! Wyatt and Sean really have their work cut out for them tonight.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Vs Vs Vs
FOUR WAY TAG TEAM MATCH FOR SCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS

The match starts as Sean Williams of the championship team and Chett Hawkins of the Aristocrats start the match. They circle slowly and go for the lock up, but Chett dodges Sean and grabs him into a side headlock. He grinds the hold in, then switches and ducks behind him, switching to a hammerlock on the champion. Hawkins cranks Sean's arm high up his back, but the young veteran counters and ducks behind, placing Chett into a hammerlock. Chett tries for his own reversal but Sean turns around and grabs him into a front facelock.

Simone: Nice chain wrestling we're seeing here on the parts of both of these young men.

Chett, the stronger of the two, backs Sean forcibly into the ropes. Drew steps up and asks for the clean break. Chett backs up and lands a knife edge chop into Sean's pecs. Chett grabs his arm and Irish whips him into the ropes but Sean baseball slides through his legs. Chett turns around and Sean hits him with a dropkick that fells him!

Adams: Whew! Sean Williams gets some of the highest altitude out of anyone I know with his dropkicks!

Sean goes for an Irish whip but Chett reverses it. Sean comes flying off the ropes and goes for a high cross body, but Chett catches him and tries to swing him around but Sean turns it into a crucifix rollup!

1.....
2..... Chett kicks out!

Simone: Notice nobody tried to break it up? It's elimination so the more damage one team does to another, nobody is going to step in.

Sean grabs his opponent and goes to pull him up but Chett drops to his knees, driving his head into Sean's jaw. Sean staggers back as Chett reaches over and tags in his own partner, Big Steve Scanlon. Steve climbs in and stomps over toward Sean who dropkicks him in the ankle, taking his legs out from under him and dropping him face-first. Sean grabs him by the arm and twists his limb, then reaches over and tags in Wyatt.

Adams: Big man versus so-called big man!

Wyatt steps over the top rope and brings an axehandle blow down into Steve's arm. Wyatt sends him into the ropes but Steve holds on and quickly reaches over and tags in Radical.

Adams: Can he do that?

Simone: Anyone can tag in anyone in a match like this.

Radical blinks as Steve goes back to his corner. Narly pats his partner's back and Radical climbs inside. No sooner does he do so, than Wyatt brings a clubbing forearm down across the much smaller man's back, knocking him to his hands and knees. Wyatt Irish whips the Surf Boy into the ropes and almost decapitates him with a clothesline that sends him flying in a tailspin!

Simone: Whoa! Perhaps the Surf Boys are a little out of their element!

Wyatt peels Narly off of the mat and headbutts him right between the eyes, sending him crashing to his back. Wyatt then rebounds off of the ropes and drops a leg across Narly's head. Wyatt with the cover.

1.....
2..... Radical comes in and breaks it up.

Adams: That's about the only ones who will interfere.

Radical heads back out as Wyatt brings Narly up and tags Sean back into the match. Wyatt and Sean send Narly into the ropes and send him flying high with a dual back body drop! Wyatt leaves and Sean grabs Narly and brings him up and over with one ... two ... then three suplexes!

Adams: Hold it. Do you see who I see?

The fans cheer as Rage of the Seven Deadly Sins, and former Tag champion, arrives at ringside.

Simone: look at him. His eyes are firmly on Sean Williams!

Sean positions Narly and he starts to climb the corner, facing the fans, when he sees Rage. The two start to argue and Rage jumps up onto the apron and swings, clobbering Sean in the head and knocking him off of his perch! Sean falls back and crashes hard on the back of his head!

Simone: Where the hell is Drew!?

Adams: Wyatt has his attention! He's trying to get around toward Rage!

Wyatt is on the floor and he forcibly brushes past the official, Drew Patton, and goes charging towards Rage when Casey Williams drops down and heads him off, clotheslining him!

Simone: This is chaos already!

Inside of the ring, Narly tags in Radical and both Surf Boys mount neutral corners. Sean gets to his feet and turns around, holding his head in pain, and the surfer dudes leap and connect with a double missile dropkick! Sean crashes back and Radical scrambles over and makes the cover!

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

Justin: Sean Williams and Wyatt Peterson have been eliminated!

Simone: My god! outside interference or not, that is an upset! A major upset! Those dingbat Surf Boys just eliminated the tag team champions!

Adams: Former tag team champions you mean!

Simone: that's right! That one result means that tonight, we will have brand new champions!

Sean rolls to the outside, holding his head, as on the outside, Casey has picked up Wyatt and he heaves him into the steel post, sending his shoulder smacking into the steel!

Simone: Oh was that necessary!?

Wyatt is on the mat, holding his shoulder in pain as Tom is over there, checking on his charge. Inside of the ring, Radical drops down beneath a charging Chett Hawkins and catches him in a hiptoss, and then a Japanese armdrag.

Adams: Wow. First an elimination of their own and now actual wrestling moves!

Simone: Who knew those two dimwits had it in them?

Radical twists his arm and tags in Jordan Williams who climbs up to the top and brings a hammer-like blow down into the exposed limb. Radical ducks out as Jordan goes to send Chett into the ropes but Hangman reverses it and short-arms him into a powerslam and a cover.

1.....
2..... Jordan kicks out.

Simone: Jordan won't go down that easily. He didn't get to where he's been by being a push over.

Adams: Hey check it out. I think Wyatt's really hurt.

The camera catches Tom and Sean helping Wyatt toward the back and Wyatt is grimacing and holding his shoulder in pain.

Simone: It would not surprise me if he separated his shoulder, thanks to Casey.

Chett Irish whips Jordan into the far corner and charges in but Jordan leapfrogs over him and brings him over with a backslide.

1.....
2..... Chett kicks out!

Chett and Jordan both jump up and have the same idea as they both go for clotheslines and lay the other man out!

Simone: Of course!

Jordan manages to crawl backward where Narly tags himself in, as Chett tags in Big Steve. Steve steps into the ring just as Narly launches himself from the top rope for a flying body press, but Scanlon ducks down, holding his head, and the surfer sails right over him and crashes hard! Without missing a beat, Steve pulls him up and lifts him into position for a sitout piledriver -- and drops the surfer right onto his head.

Simone: I'm not sure a blow to the head could do any more damage to one of those Surf Boys.

Steve covers Narly and hooks the leg.

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

Justin: The Surf Boys have been eliminated!

Adams: Aw man, they came close!

The fans boo as Radical helps Narly from the ring and they leave the ringside area.

Simone: And we're down to two!

Casey Williams steps into the ring and goes right up to Big Steve.

Adams: And the big boys are going to play!

Simone: If you think Steve is 'big' then I have some property in Atlantis I'd like to unload on you.

Adams: What are you asking for it?

Steve and Casey are trading clubbing blows to each other's heads and bodies, and Casey quickly grabs the upper hand (duh!) and with a huge shot, drives Steve to his knees. Casey tags Jordan in who vaults over the top rope and hits a shining wizard blow into the kneeling Steve's head, knocking him back. Jordan with the cover.

1.....
2..... Chett runs in and grabs Jordan and drags him off!

Casey starts to climb back in to protest but Drew heads him off and orders him out of the ring. This allows both Chett and Steve to grab Jordan by the arms and they whip him back into the corner. Chett climbs back out and wraps the tag rope around Jordan's throat from behind, choking the popular superstar out while Steve lands heavy kicks into Jordan's stomach. Drew turns back around and Chett releases Jordan. Steve pulls him out from the corner and starts to pick him up for a slam, but loses his balance and falls back with Jordan on top!

1.....
2..... Steve gets a shoulder up!

Simone: You know one of these days he's actually going to shock everyone and land an actual maneuver.

Jordan starts to get up to make the tag when Steve swings an uppercut right between his legs away from the official's sight!

Adams: That'll cut any man down to size!

Steve tags Chett, the bigger of the two Aristocrats into the ring. Chett grabs Jordan and scoops him up and drops him throat-first across the top rope. Jordan staggers back into Hawkin's waiting arms and he goes for a full nelson suplex, but Jordan counters and victory rolls the Hangman into the pin!

1.....
2..... Chett kicks out!

Adams: That's why Jordan Williams is da man!

Chett gets up and grabs Jordan but the veteran lands a shot to his jaw, stunning the big man. Jordan quickly turns to get the tag but Chett grabs him by the back of the tights and pulls him into a lariat from behind. Chett then tags Steve who climbs up to the top.

Simone: Oh why does the man even bother?

Chett grabs Jordan and holds him as Steve launches himself, but Jordan moves and Steve ends up clotheslining his own partner!

Adams: Oh that'll be a costly mistake!

Jordan somersaults over and tags Casey! The giant climbs in and he shoves Chett into his own corner, grabs Steve who scrambled outside after his mistake and drags him over the top and into the ring!

Adams: Is this legal?

Simone: I guess so! Contact was made between the partners!

Casey sends Steve into the ropes at top speed and connects with a big boot! He then grabs Steve and brings him over with a gut wrench suplex! Casey with the cover!

1.....
2..... Chett breaks it up!

Jordan comes flying across the ring and hits Chett with a cross body that sends both men tumbling out over the top! Casey grabs hold of Steve but the "Big One" rakes Casey's eyes, blinding him. Steve grabs him into a side headlock and goes running up the ropes, attempting a slingshot bulldog, but Casey powers out and instead, turns it into a sitout powerbomb!

Adams: Broken Soul!

Simone: That's not all that could be broken after that!

Casey has the immediate sit-down cover!

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

The crowd cheers as Jordan rolls into the ring and jumps into Casey's arms as the big man hoists him up in celebration!

Justin: The winners of the match ... and NEW Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions ... Casey Williams and Jordan Williams ... New Extremes!

The crowd cheers as the new champions are presented with their title belts and they hoist them high over their heads as from the outside of the ring, the Aristocrats glare into the ring.

Adams: Oh if looks could kill...

Simone: They'd be singing hymns for the champions.




WHAT? WERE YOU ACTUALLY SITTING THERE ALL THIS TIME TO READ THIS AND ACTUALLY EXPECT ANGEL TO SAY SOMETHING TO THE HAPPY COUPLE?

Despayre pops up in the screen and throws a handful of rice into the air. He closes his eyes as it rains down on him. A second later, he pops his eyes open and spits out the few seeds of rice that got between his lips.

Despayre: HOORAY! Don't mind Angel! Teddy bears are notorious for crying at weddings!

Despayre turns and looks at the bear behind him.

Despayre: Oh yes you are! That's why you asked me for a box of tissues! YOU DID TOO!

Despayre scoops the bear up into his arms and cuddles it tight. he turns and gives the camera an impish expression.

Despayre: Congratulations.




The scene cuts backstage where SCW Head Report Pussy Willow is seen standing by backstage with Nick Jones.

PW: I'm standing by with the SCW Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones. Nick, tonight you defend your title against a familiar face to you, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. What are your thoughts?

Nick: My thoughts? I'm still trying to figure out how this possibly makes any sense. Brucey boy couldn't couldn't win the #1 Contenders spot, he couldn't win that little second class title and most importantly of all, he couldn't beat me. We've done this whole thing before, and I'm not sure what makes anyone in the SCW, be it the bookers, the fans or Bruce himself think tonight will be any different.

PW: Well the opinion of many is that there has been a massive transformation from Bruce Evans over these past few months, and isn't the same man you saw when you two last fought.

Nick: Oh yeah, I'm really shaking in my booties. The new and improved Bruce Evans, who couldn't beat a hundred pound midget man for that Craps Title...

PW: It's actually the Roulette Championship.

Nick: Trust me, Craps title is far more fitting. The point being, if he couldn't beat that loser, who just last week got taken down by some drunken indian, what exactly is so great about the new version of this guy? Sounds about the same as the old one, a complete nobody of a loser. People can try to hype this up all the way, but tonight's match will be no different than the last time we faced, other than I might not be kind enough to let him hang around as long this time. The one thing I can promise you though is when that bell rings, my belt will still be exactly where it belongs. So there you have it... are we done here now?

PW: Well I was also interested to hear your thoughts about tonight's big event.

Nick: I have no clue what you're talking about.

PW: The big wedding, taking place tonight live on Climax Control!

Nick just stares at her blankly, without saying a word.

PW: You know, the wedding between Spike and Misty.

Nick: Oh, I can't wait to see that.

Nick rolls his eyes excessively, clearly doing so intentionally to make a point, before continuing.

Nick: Our old buddy Spikey sure can keep trying to get anyone to care about him, but I'm sure it won't work, just like his last few attempts haven't. He tried ripping off the stable me and Mark made famous, but he quickly found out that it meant nothing without the two of us, then he tried to make a statement by getting himself into a match with Mark. Of course, he lost that match and quickly became forgotten by all of SCW and its fans. Now he's trying to make headlines by having some big stupid wedding, while wasting everyone's time who paid to watch a WRESTLING show by doing it on Climax Control. Well Spikey, let me be the first to give you a wedding gift... it's a piece of advice. Seeing as how that little lady of yours managed to pick herself up a bit of gold, maybe you should ask her to wear that title belt tonight while you two consummate your marriage. I figure that will help you to get you the closest you'll ever get to a title belt for the rest of your career.

Nick laughs to himself before continuing.

Nick: Good luck kids, you two certainly deserve each other.

Nick walks away from Pussy Willow, laughing and shaking his head as the scene cuts away.




The bell sounds three times, and the fans cheer as Justin Decent takes his spot in the center of the ring as Jasmine St. John stands in the corner.

Justin: The following contest is the Main Event of Climax Control!

"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 first Justin, and then jasmine, a condescending once-over before turning his back to him.

Simone: Well, this is Blaque hart's big opportunity. He's been making noise for weeks about his rightful spot in Sin City Wrestling. Now we get to see whether or not it was all talk.

Adams: Is THAT why he was given this title shot?

"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, with his SCW heavyweight title over his shoulder, 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.

Adams: You know, I think Nick is pretty confident about his chances here for a successful defense.

Simone: Nick Jones is both confident as well as conceited, and rightly so I suppose. He told everyone he would be champion, and there he stands. But he had better not underestimate the challenger or else he'll be going home without the gold.

The fans start to simmer down and Justin goes on with the introductions.

Justin: This contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Introducing first, the challenger. From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing 225 pounds ... Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!

The crowd boos as Blaque Hart stands there, staring. He slowly removes his shades and jacket and drops them to his corner.

Justin: And his opponent is the current reigning and defending Heavyweight Champion. Accompanied by The Entourage, from Los Angeles, CA, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-one pounds ... Nick Jones!

The crowd jeers as Big B and Tony applaud on the outside while Diana embraces Nick from behind before dropping to the mat. Nick holds the ropes open for her to take her leave and B and Tony help her down from the apron. Jasmine walks over to Nick and he promptly strips the gold belt from his waist and passes it over to her. She takes it and presents it to Blaque hart who nods, then she holds it high for all to see.

Adams: I love championship matches! Especially when I'm in them! Especially when I win them! Especially...

Simone: We get the picture!

Blaque Hart and Nick step out of their corners and approach the center of the ring. Each man has a confident expression, a smile, on their handsome face. They start talking trash to one another, neither paying attention to Jasmine's pre-match instructions.

Simone: Does she actually expect to get a clean match out of these two?

Bruce points two thumbs to himself, then shoves Nick back a couple of steps. Nick turns and looks out to his Entourage and chuckles. He turns back and slaps the taste right out of Evans's mouth! Bruce holds his cheek and rubs it, before he swings and decks Nick, knocking the champion into the ropes!

Adams: Oh it's on!

Jasmine quickly calls for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Vs
MAIN EVENT - HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE SINGLES MATCH

Blaque Hart continues his initial onslaught and has Nick pinned up against the ropes, laying closed fist after closed fist into Nick's face. Jasmine gets in between the two men, unafraid of being struck, and she ushers Bruce back a few steps and Nick takes the opportunity to ducks down and roll outside of the ring to B and Tony who await and towel him off. Nick holds his stinging jaw and glares back inside of the ring at Blaque Hart who is shouting out at him and Jasmine is telling him to get it back inside of the ring. She starts her count...

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

Nick finally slides into the ring where Blaque Hart is quick to comes stomping on him. Nick grabs his foot and pulls his leg out from under him and he pins Evans on his back and he returns the favor, delivering some stiff shots to the head as Blaque Hart struggles to throw him off!

Simone: Well we knew this one wouldn't be the cleanest of all title matches!

Adams: Nick hasn't had a real hit yet in this match. Doesn't look good for him.

Nick gets up and backs off as per Jasmine's demand, but he mockingly 'shoo's' her away and he is right back on the attack as Blaque Hart returns to his feet. Nick grabs onto him and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip, but. as Bruce comes back, he pounces onto Nick with a Thesz press and lays into Nick with a series of punches to his face. He lays in a good four fists before spitting right in Nick's face.

Simone: Oh, that's classy!

Adams: Blame Canada.

Blaque Hart stands up walks over to the Entourage's side of the ring and he says something suggestive and derogatory to Diana on the outside, pointing at his groin area. Diana frowns and looks disgusted when Nick comes up from behind and surprises the challenger with a roll up from behind.

1.....
2..... Blaque Hart kicks out!

Adams: Well he almost let his libido get the better of him that time.

Simone: You actually know what the word 'libido' means?

Adams: Of course I do! I own a Webster's Dictionary.

Back inside of the ring, Blaque Hart and Nick are on their feet and trading punches to one another's faces. Nick ducks a swing from Blaque Hart and then doubles him over with a knee lift to the gut. Nick then bulls his body into Bruce's own, driving him back against the ropes. He pins his arms against the ropes, and entwines them in-between the top and middle ropes. Blaque Hart kicks and struggles and tries to get free, but can't break loose. Nick then steps back and surveys his trapped opponent with his hands like an artist would. The champion then gets a running start and clotheslines Blaque hart with such force, it knocks his arms free from the ropes. Nick quickly grabs Bruce in a front facelock and lifts him up as if for a vertical suplex, and then collapses forward, driving the challenger down with a face-first suplex. Nick rolls him over onto his back and hooks the leg.

1.....
2..... Blaque Hart kicks out!

Nick stands up and steps back, and he watches Blaque Hart get up. He grabs Bruce by the arm and sends him into the corner where he runs right in and connects with a flying leg lariat. Bruce staggers forward a couple of steps and Nick rebounds from the ropes and hits a one-handed bulldog. Nick rolls him over and goes for the cover again.

1.....
2.....

Adams: Foot on the ropes!

Nick looks up at Jasmine's direction and growls audibly over the fact his opponent didn't even try to kick out that time. He slowly gets up off of the challenger and drags him up along with thanks to a handful of hair. Nick sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip and ducks down for a back body drop, only for Blaque Hart to leap up and over for an attempted sunset flip. Nick struggles to stay upright, but Evans brings him down, literally, by yanking the back of his trunks down!

Adams: My eyes! My eyes!

Simone: Oh I bet Christian Underwood just loved that!

Nick falls back into the sunset flip...!

1.....
2..... Nick kicks out!

Simone: Black thong, eh? Who knew?

Nick struggles to get to his feet, pulling his trunks back up, and Blaque Hart dove into his with a Shining Wizard, knocking him back to the mat. Blaque Hart with another cover, this time hooking the near leg.

1.....
2..... Nick gets the shoulder up.

Simone: Blaque Hart isn't wasting any time, and he shouldn't. He's going for the cover as often as he can.

Bruce grabs Nick and drags him over to the ropes and shoves his throat across the middle rope, choking him as the Entourage protests and Jasmine orders him to break. She starts her count, but only manages to reach to four before he backs off. Bruce, however, doesn't give up as he runs off of the ropes and jumps, landing astride Nick's back. He drapes his leg over the champion's neck and pulls on the ropes, choking him even further. Jasmine starts her count again and Blaque Hart snarls, stepping back and threatening her but she doesn't so much as flinch.

Simone: That's smart! Threaten the official of the championship match!

Bruce goes back to Nick who is getting to his feet and he drives a knee into his kidney area. He Irish whips Jones into the ropes and catches him with a spine buster, but keeps hold of his legs and turns him over into a Boston crab!

Simone: Will the champion submit? Blaque Hart Bruce Evans is really leaning back with that hold!

Bruce shouts for Jasmine to check and see if Nick wants to submit, when from out of nowhere, Nick uses his leg strength to power out and Bruce goes flying to the outside and he lands hard on the floor!

Simone: Nice counter! Nick Jones may not be a power wrestler but he has some powerful legs!

Adams: Yeah I heard Diana telling the girls backstage what he can do with them. You see, he...

Simone: I don't want to know ... right now.

Blaque Hart is getting up as Nick rolls outside beneath the ropes against Jasmine's demands. Nick grabs Bruce and slams his head into the apron, then takes him by the arm and sends him into the steel barricade.

Simone: Yeah I think it was only a matter of time before this one went to the outside.

Bruce staggers forward with his back arched, holding his back, and Nick scoops him up and body slams him on the unforgiving ringside floor. Nick rolls back under the ropes to the inside, only to roll back out, thus breaking the referee's count.

Adams: Hold on! Do you see who I see?

The fans turn and watch as perennial contendar, Kain, is running out to the ringside area. The Entourage starts over to intercept him but Jasmine rolls out of the ring and heads them off, unaware of what's coming. With the official distracted, Kain waffles the champion from behind with a running clothesline!

Simone: What in hell does Kain think he's doing!?

Adams: I think if he can cost Nick the title, it'll make Kain's life complete.

Quickly, Kain grabs Nick by the hair and trunks and heaves him as hard as he can into the ring steps, sending him head-first with a resounding crash!

Adams: Oh hell! Nick may be out!

Simone: If he is, he can kiss that Heavyweight title good-bye.

Kain ducks down as Jasmine turns around at the sound of Nick hitting the steel, but Kain ducks down along the ringside apron and hurriedly goes up and over the barricade into the fans' seats. He heads for the back, his work done, as the crowd cheers.

The Entourage starts over to that side of the ring to check on their meal ticket, but Jasmine leans through the ropes and orders them to stay on their side of the ring. They start shouting at her and keep her from noticing Bruce dragging Nick up and he returns the favor from moments ago by delivering his own body slam onto the floor. Blaque Hart grabs Nick by the hair and trunks and forcibly rolls him back inside of the ring before following in himself. Bruce stands up and holds his arms out to the fans who respond with boos.

Simone: It's not very often we get a title match with both champion and challenger being as equally despised by the fans.

Adams: It is kinda cool, isn't it?

Simone: Indeed it is.

Blaque Hart marches over to where Nick is laying and grabs him by the foot. He goes for a Figure 4 leg lock but as he reaches down, Nick suddenly pulls him into an inside cradle!

1.....
2.....
3-No! Bruce gets a shoulder up just in the nick of time!

Adams: Oh he almost had it!

Simone: Nick Jones was playing possum!

Nick jumps up only for an angry Blaque Hart to deliver a clothesline that drops him!

Adams: well, so much for that comeback.

Bruce drags him up from behind and hits a belly-to-back suplex. He then whirls a finger in the air and signals to the corner. He steps out onto the apron and climbs the corner, sizing the fallen champion up. Bruce stands up on the top turnbuckle and jumps, going for a swanton bomb -- but Nick brings him knees up and the challenger crashes down across them with the small of his back!

Adams: Oh hell no!

Blaque Hart is shouting in agony as he falls over to the mat, his face a mask of pain as he holds his back and is virtually motionless. Nick slowly stands up, and he grabs a handful of the challenger's pony tail and pulls him up along too. Nick hooks him up and lands a spinning fisherman's neck breaker!

Simone: Best Of All!

Nick covers Blaque Hart and hooks the leg!

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

The crowd boos as a jubilant Entourage enters the ring!

Justin: The winner of the match, and STILL Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion ... Nick Jones!

Tony pries the title belt from Jasmine's hands and passes it over to Nick who Diana fiercely kisses on the mouth and Big B raises the arm of.

Simone: Nick did it! Blaque Hart proved a game challenger but Nick's status atop the SCW remains firm!

Adams: Not that Blaque hart didn't try ... or Kain for that matter! Kain almost cost Nick the title!

Simone: And I can promise you that Nick Jones will have something to say to Kain about that!




The scene opens up backstage, inside the locker room where Misty and her sisters, who she has selected as her bridesmaids, are seen getting ready for the wedding. Dixie, Desiree and the oldest of all the sisters, Jackie, are wearing light lilac colored bridesmaids dresses, while little Eden Staggs is wearing a white flower girl dress embroidered with lilac colored flowers and lace. Misty’s mother is also there, as they all race to finish getting ready.

Eden: Is it time yet?!

Misty: Not yet, sweetie, but in a little while. Now, go sit down so you don’t ruin your dress, okay?

Dixie works on Misty’s hair, trying to get her to sit still.

Dixie: I really wish you would let me do something more with your hair, Misty. You only get married once, so why not go all out and make yourself look extra special?!

Misty: My wedding…my hair…my choice. Now, just do what I told you to do and stop trying to get me to change my mind. There’s not enough time now anyway.

Dixie: I have to say, I’m surprised you’re not at all nervous right now. You’re not even stressed out either.

Misty smiles and leans back in the chair.

Misty: Why should I be nervous? I’ve only been waiting for this day for five years. And what makes you think I’m not stressed? Trying to plan this wedding in just a few weeks has been hell! And, if you keep trying to run the show, you WILL see Bridezilla!

Desiree: I just can’t see you being a bridezilla…ever. And I still think you’re crazy for letting Dixie help you plan this.

Dixie: That’s because she knows which of us is capable of planning the perfect wedding. Right, Misty?

Misty: No, I let you help plan this because if I didn’t, I never would have heard the end of it. Desiree, please no attitude right now, okay? We may not always see eye-to-eye, but this is my day.

Desiree: I know, and I’m not giving you any attitude. I’m just saying you know how Dixie is. She’s still trying to turn you into some girly girl that you’re obviously not.

Dixie finishes Misty’s hair, allowing Misty to stand up.

Misty: Okay, I think I’m good to go. Desiree do you want to go check on the guys and see how they are doing?

Desiree: Tommy just texted me a few minutes ago. They’re all pretty much ready to go.

Misty nods, and turns around to face the mirror. She looks at herself and smiles.

Dixie: Nervous now?

Misty shakes her head.

Misty: Not at all. Everything is about to go just the way I want it to go. I feel great, and nothing will ruin this wedding for me.

Dixie gives Misty a hug, as does Misty’s mother and sister, Jackie. Misty walks over and sits next to Eden, waiting for word that it’s time to head to the ring.




We switch to the six-sided ring, which is now getting the finishing touches for Spike and Misty’s wedding ceremony. A wooden arch is set up in the center of the ring, decorated with white and lilac colored flowers. The ropes are neatly wrapped in vines, blossoming with the same white and lilac colored flowers, and the judge stands under the arch, waiting for the ceremony to begin.

Jason Adams: The following contest is scheduled for one marriage! Until death do them part?

Belinda Simone: And we are set to watch the marriage of Spike and Misty, and I must say, this layout is very nice considering it is in the middle of a wrestling ring.

Jason Adams: I think it’s classy. It’s definitely extreme. Oh, and here we go!

The headphones are heard muffling as they are set down on the announcers table. “Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play, and New X-Treme’s members, Casey Williams and Jordan Williams walk out from backstage, rolling out a white carpet on the way to the ring. Not far behind them, Spike Staggs appears from backstage, wearing his tux. The crowd erupts in loud cheers as he makes his way to the ring. He slaps hands with some fans along the way, before he meets Casey and Jordan in the ring, shaking hands with each of them, before standing on his side of the arch, waiting for the rest of the family to join him.

As his music dies down, traditional organ music begins playing. Desiree and Tommy Staggs walk out from backstage, arm in arm, walking down the white carpet that Casey and Jordan layed down. They are followed by Jackie, accompanied by her son Luke, then Dixie and Jamie Staggs. Timmy follows behind Eden, as she drops flower petals on the white carpet, skipping and running occasionally to the ring. Once they are all in the ring, the ‘Wedding March Song’ begins to play, signaling Misty’s entrance. The music plays for a few seconds before Misty and her parents appear from backstage. Misty’s parents escort her to the ring, as Misty locks eyes with Spike, the smile never leaving her face. The crowd is surprisingly silent as they all enter the ring, standing just in front of Spike, waiting for the judge to begin.

Judge: Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the face of this company, to join together Spike and Misty in matrimony; which is an honourable and solemn estate and therefore is not to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently and soberly. Into this estate these two persons present come now to be joined. If anyone can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace. Who gives this woman to be married to this man?

Misty’s parents, who are behind her, let go of their grip on her arm. Her mother wipes away a tear, and her father bows his head toward Spike. They both look up at the judge with a joyful smile on their faces.

Parents: We do.

Judge: Spike, do you take Misty for your lawful wedded wife, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honour, comfort, and cherish her from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto her for as long as you both shall live?

Spike nods his head, rubbing his thumb over Misty’s smaller hand in a tender gesture. He looks down at her hand held tightly within his own and he takes a deep breath, smiling as he exhales.

Spike: I do. Forever and for always… From the moment I saved your life, giving you my breath so that you might have so many more, I knew then and there that this was forever. I look forward to growing old and gray with you, and watching our family grow.

Misty waves at her face as a slight tear rolls down her cheek. She takes a deep breath and smiles sweetly at Spike. Her mother, who is more teary eyed than she is reaches in with a tissue and wipes it up, patting her daughter on her shoulder. Misty holds her other hand over Spike’s and looks deep into his eyes.

Judge: Misty, do you take Spike for your lawful wedded husband, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honour, comfort, and cherish him from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto him for as long as you both shall live?

Misty sniffles a little as she looks deep into Spike’s unusually warm looking eyes, watching the smile on his face for a moment before she matches his smile. She pats his hand before returning it to her side. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, wiping away another tear. She returns back to focusing on Spike’s eyes.

Misty: I’ve waited for this day to come for a long time Spike. Our family has grown, and we too, have grown together. I have woken up next to you almost every day for six years now, and every time, when I look into your eyes… It’s just like the first time all over again. Together, we will watch our family grow.

Misty takes a deep breath, feeling Spike’s hand rub against hers ever so tenderly. She looks deep into her eyes, and a warm smile overtakes every other emotion.

Misty: To answer your question, I… Don’t.

Misty gently wiggles her hand from Spike’s as his face almost goes blank. The crowd laughs at her joke, and Spike lets out an uncomfortable laugh. However, Misty shakes her head “no” and her parents tap her shoulder. She yanks her microphone off and shouts at them, pushing past them. She yells something to her sister, Dixie, and Spike follows her with his brothers Jamie and Tommy, and Casey and Jordan come to check on the situation. Spike’s face sours in a mixture of sorrow and disbelief. He goes to grab her arm, and she smacks his hand away. She shouts at him, leaving him practically dumbfounded. Their daughter looks confused as Misty’s sisters turn her around. Everyone is confused, except for Misty, who spits in Spike’s face. As he wipes it away, she leans down and hits him with a heavy low blow. The headphones are heard muffling again as surprised shouts are heard.

Jason Adams: Whoa, what the…?

Belinda Simone: Let me take this one… OH my GOD! Did she just do what I think she did?

Jason Adams: If you think she just embarrassed the groom before knocking off his jewels and leaving him in the ring, then yeah…

His face is pained as he looks up at her as if to ask “Why?” She just shoves his head back and drops her bouquet on his chest. She leaves the ring, and everybody behind as she walks up to the back to a chorus of heavy booing. She turns around and flips off everyone in the ring, and then extends her sentiments to the audience before disappearing behind the curtains. Everyone checks on Spike, including Dixie, briefly, but she’s says something to the rest of the group, before rushing out of the ring, and darting backstage, presumably to chase after Misty.

Belinda Simone: We are out of time for this Climax Control, but tune in next week if you have been able to pick your jaw up from the ground. I am Belinda Simone.

Jason Adams: And I am Jason Adams. Have a great week, and be sure to check the website for regular updates.

Belinda Simone: Wait Jason, we need to switch backstage, before we go off air, we're hearing something is going on!

The cameras switch backstage, where Dixie is chasing to catch up with Misty. Misty has already grabbed her bags from their locker room, and is walking toward the exit, as Dixie yells after her.

Dixie: Misty! Misty, wait!

Misty ignores Dixie, as she keeps walking. In an effort to run faster, Dixie removes her shoes, and finally catches up to Misty. She grabs her by the arm, and looks her in the eye, still shocked about what happened.

Dixie: What the HELL was that?! What are you doing?!

Misty: What does it look like I’m doing? I’m leaving, now let go of my arm.

Dixie: I can clearly see you’re leaving, but why? How could you do that in front of everyone? How could you do that to Spike?! To Timmy and Eden…?

Misty smiles and laughs and she yanks her arm away from Dixie.

Misty: This has nothing to do with Timmy and Eden, and honestly, I don’t have to explain myself to you, or to anyone. Now, leave me alone.

Dixie: No, I won’t leave you alone. You completely embarrassed Spike out there!

Misty: If you feel so bad for him, why don’t you go marry him, then? I’m leaving now, and don’t you try and stop me again or I swear, you’ll regret it.

Misty turns around and starts walking away again, as Dixie watches, still in shock. She runs her hand through her hair, shaking her head and almost in tears. She turns around and walks in the opposite direction to go check on Spike and the rest of the family.

The SCW logo flashes on the screen briefly before fading out to black




THANK YOU: To Chris, Mark, Erik, Mete, Maggie, Casey, Veronica Taylor, Craig and all SCW roleplayers that make this fed worthwhile.