Climax Control

Kezar Pavilion in San Francisco, Californa is alive with energy as the fans of Sin City Wrestling stand and cheer, holding up signs for their favorite SCW superstars and Bombshells;

"#GetChristianOnTwitter"

"NXT pwn GXT"

"I Wanna Surf With Narly"

"San Fran = Full Of Synn"

"Nick Jones For President"

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 San Francisco, Californa, 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: Some folks like a pussy, a budgy or a tit,
Some take up with a spaniel push that fills up the house with [woof, woof]
Now I keep chickens and I've a favourite one,
He's my little cockerel and I don't know where he's gone.

Has anybody seen my cock, my big Rhode Island red,
He's mostly pink with a little bit of blue and purple on his head,
He stands straight up in the morning and he gives my wife a shock,
Has anybody seen, anybody seen, anybody, anybody seen my cock.

He's a stiff necked little up start and I've had him all my life,
He gives me pride and pleasure and a torment to my wife,
Sometimes he's magnificent and sometimes small and thin,
He puffs up like a chicken when you tickle him under his chin.

Has anybody seen my cock, my big Rhode Island red,
He's mostly pink with a little bit of blue and purple on his head,
He stands straight up in the morning and he gives my wife a shock,
Has anybody seen, anybody seen, anybody, anybody seen my cock.

His two enormous woggles hanging down, he's the best you'll ever find,
Madam you may stroke him if you like, if you feel that way inclined,
Be careful he doesn't spit in you eye though.

Has anybody seen my cock, my big Rhode Island red,
He's mostly pink with a little bit of blue and purple on his head,
He stands straight up in the morning and he gives my wife a shock,
Has anybody seen, anybody seen, anybody, anybody seen my cock.

Has anybody seen my cock, my big Rhode Island red,
He's mostly pink with a little bit of blue and purple on his head,
He stands straight up in the morning and he gives my wife a shock,
Has anybody seen, anybody seen, anybody, anybody seen my cock.

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 we have a great night lined up for you.

Adams: She ain't lying people, tonight, we have three debuts, with people eager to impress and make their mark on Sin City Wrestling.

Simone: Also we have The Aristocrats taking on The Surf Boys, two on two, the winners will get a huge boost on the tag title ladder.

Adams: Plus tonight, we host the NWA Cruiserweight title match, as Misty defends the title against Angelica

Simone: I wonder how she got that match.

Adams: Ummmmm, no idea.

Simone: In tonight's main event, SCW Heavyweight champion, Nick Jones teams with Veronica Taylor, talk about a team full of egos, to face a very dangerous combo of Kain, and SCW Bombshell champion, Raynin.

Adams: I can't wait, and lucky, we don't have to, let's start thing thaaaaaang!




As we enter through the locker room door the soles of a pair of Airware come into view. Behind them we see the distinctive red banner of the U.K’s Sun newspaper. With a rustle and a flick the paper is lowered to reveal the ‘True Brit’ Johnny Brown.

JB:Well hello what do we ‘ave ‘ere then? Stu pay attention Ms Rocky Mammeries is here!

MISS ROCKY: A boob joke really? From the country that brought us that awful Benny Hill show, I guess I should have expected it.

Living up to his ‘Gentleman’ nickname Stu Smith; Johnny’s “Bruvver from another mother” looks displeased with his friend’s crudeness. Smiling sweetly he extends a hand towards Rocky, only for Johnny to slap it away.

SS: Jonathan! That’s no way to talk or act in front of a lady! < /font>

JB: Let me know when a real one turns up. OK Breastzilla lets do this I’m busy here. < /font>

As Brown stands he reveal he was looking at the Sun’s page 3, known worldwide for being the page where they have topless woman.

Brown looks at the paper then to Rocky, this time to her face.

JB: So! To paraphrase Sir Mix-a-lot I like big boobs and I cannot lie! Before you open ya big gob, let me stop you. This whole vibe you’re giving off is being received loud and clear so let’s get this done quickly so I can get to giving you a service.

From the minute the plan touched down I knew…

..I knew that I would dominate this Sin-C-Dub!

That is why I made damn sure I let everyone in the Sin City locker room and all of the SCW Sinners in the arena at back home in there double-wides that I don’t mess around.

I mean what I say and I say what I mean. I’m not PC; I don’t pander to some bull$hit set of beliefs that are forced on us by people with too much time on their hands.

I call a spade a spade. That’s why tonight I will show Jared that despite his hard work in bettering himself to become the wrestling machine, the master of the Blackout he just isn’t GREAT like me.

That’s why tonight I will show ‘Primetime’ why not everything British can be truly GREAT. I’m gonna take his silver spoon an’ shove it where the Sun don’t shine.

Old Skool tonight we see is you can pass the test, do you move to the head of the class by my side or will you end up in the corner with the dunce’s hat on?

Now scat Juggs-ernaut Lucy “18” from Pinnor won’t ogle herself. Stu see our guest out!

Disgusted Miss Rocky Mountains doesn’t even bother to ask anymore questions. She just walks out as we cut back to ringside.




Justin Decent:The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Tag Team Match up. Introducing first, he hails from Jacksonville, Florida, standing at 6 feet, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is… JARED BLACK!!!

"Sacred Heart" by It Dies Today begins to play over the speakers as smoke starts to billow out from beneath the curtain. Then a spotlight is shown at the top of the ramp. Through the smoke emerges Jared Black, as the light shines off his mirrored aviator sunglasses and leather trenchcoat. Jared then starts his trek towards the ring. The lights start to come up as he climbs up onto the apron of the ring. He climbs the middle turnbuckle and removes his sunglasses as he bobs his head to the chorus which can be heard by the fans.

"Most days I'd sit and wish for,
This place to fall into the bay,
Its greatest offense being thievery
And I
Will wash away the sins of former lovers,
A trail of stillborn conquest in my wake.
Tonight"

Then Jared hops into the ring and removes his coat. He goes to his corner and awaits his opponent. "Sacred Heart" fading away.

Justin Decent: And his partner, hailing from London, England, standing at 6 foot 4 inches, and weighing in at 220 pounds, he is… ”PRIMETIME” MATTHEW KENNEDY!!!

The arena lights go dark as a British voice is heard saying "You Are About To Be Cancelled", as the last word is said the into to "Cult Of Personality" hits the arena speakers and Matthew 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 off the ropes as he waits for his opponents, staring at his partner with disdain.

Justin Decent: And their opponents… Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, standing at 5 foot 7 inches and weighing in at 186 pounds, he is… OLD SKOOL!!!

Old Skool make his appearance as his music sounds his arrival to the ring. The Sin-sational man of few words but always about the fans when he come out as he high fives and shakes hands with the crowd. He dashes down to the rind and slides into the ring, staring down at his opponents as they bicker back and forth. He stands on the turnbuckle and plays to the fans. The low intro to Town Called Malice plays across the arena. At the top of the ramp the lights flashing to the beat show a figure at the top of the ramp. As the chorus kicks in Johnny Brown turns flicks his arms out to herald his arrival. He struts to the ring ignoring the crowd nodding his head to his own theme. Behind him his Bruvver from another Mother, the ‘Gentleman’ Stu Smith; applauds Johnny whilst scowling at the fans.

Justin Decent: And his partner, hailing from GREAT Britain, standing at 6 foot 3 inches and weighing in at 240 pounds, he is… ”TRUE BRIT” JOHNNY BROWN!!!

Johnny stops his march to listen to his introduction raising his hands high, beckoning to no-one in-particular that he is here. He springs lithely to the apron, wipes his boots then steps between the ropes. His bomber jacket is quickly unzipped and tossed to the Stu. He looks over to his partner and scoffs, giving a jerking motion with his hands. Old Skool mutters something as the music dies down.

Adams: The crowd is cheering on Old Skool as he is by far the most likeable one in this match up.

Simone: You’ve said it all right there. This young up and comer is working his way up the ladder already having competed twice for the Roulette Championship, and I would not be surprised if, with a little more work, he doesn’t get there.

Inside of the ring, Old Skool and Brown exchange a few unpleasant words before Old Skool steps outside of the ring. There is even less luck on the other side of the ring as “Primetime” Matthew Kennedy and Jared Black are in each other’s faces arguing. The referee pushes them apart and establishes a sense of order, offering a coin toss solution. Both men nod and Jared calls it in the air. Kennedy wins, and Black begrudgingly exits the ring. Kennedy trash talks his own partner as he gets out of the ring, eyeballing him closely.

DING! DING! DING!

As soon as the bell rings, Kennedy makes a mad dash for Brown, but Old Skool reaches in for an early tag. Johnny throws his hands up in the air in anger as Old Skool comes flying off of the top ropes with a flying clothesline that levels Kennedy to the mat. Brown exits the ring, shouting at his own partner. Old Skool picks Kennedy up and then charges him forward with a powerful Spinebuster that shakes the ring. He holds up his arms in celebration.

Simone: It’s a bit early for a celebration, don’t you think? Kennedy is already back on his feet.

Kennedy starts to charge at Old Skool, but when he turns around, Kennedy runs off to the side. He paces himself around the ring, checking on the sturdiness of the ropes. The fans boo as he acts concerned for his own well being. Old Skool charges toward him, but Kennedy dashes away to the other side of the ring, checking on the turnbuckle. He gives a thumbs up as he rests there with a cocky grin on his face. As Old Skool comes charging again, Kennedy drops him down with a drop toe hold that knocks him hard against the turnbuckle.

Simone: Oh would you look at this? I thought it was a wrestling match, but Kennedy thinks it’s a pissing contest.

Adams: But look at the man, he is on top of things. Say what you will about him, but he is getting results.

Kennedy really is on top as leans down, slapping Old Skool against the back of his head as he tries to get up. Kennedy allows him some space, but then he quickly hits him with a Belly-to-Back Suplex, bridging it for a pin.

1!

2!

Simone: And a kick out by Old Skool. You can’t put him down that easily.

Old Skool rolls out of it and then catches Kennedy with a spear to the ground. He lays in wild punches until Kennedy rakes his eyes. Kennedy rolls over to his corner, and holds his hand out for the tag, but when Black reaches for the hand, he pulls it away and shrugs his shoulders. As Old Skool barrels at them, Kennedy ducks down, and Old Skool rams into Jared Black, knocking him off of the apron. Kennedy goes for surprise roll up pin, and then leans his feet on the ropes. The referee doesn’t see it as he goes down for the count.

1!

2!

Adams: And “True Brit” in the ring for the save. If it wasn’t for him, this match would be over.

Simone: Not if the referee had his head out of his ass and saw Kennedy’s feet on the ropes.

Brown picks Kennedy up from the mat and hits him with a saito suplex. The referee scolds him, sending him back to his corner. He shouts at his partner to stop dropping the ball as he walks back over to his corner. Old Skool trash talks before forcibly tagging Brown into the match legally. Brown rolls back over Kennedy again with a punt to the jaw, causing spit to go flying. He shouts at him before picking him up and sending him against the ropes. As he comes back, Johnny stalks him with a very well planned Spinebuster before walking over to Black to trash talk. The two get into a heated argument before Brown turns around and picks Kennedy up. He lifts him up onto his shoulders and tosses him onto Black, knocking them both off of the apron.

Adams: Black taking a second spill to the outside. The fans are going wild at this supposed heel.

Simone: It is hard not to despise someone more than Matthew Kennedy. The guy just gets under my skin with his holier than thou attitude, and I can’t say I didn’t like seeing him tossed around like a ragdoll.

Brown shrugs his shoulders and then holds his arms up in the air, as if honoring himself by doing so. He turns to Old Skool to let him know that is how it is supposed to be done. He nods his head before turning around, standing face to face with Jared Black. He hits a hard jab to Brown’s face, and Brown retorts with a European Uppercut. Black gets another hard blow to his opponent’s face. Brown goes for another blow, but Jared ducks it, and rolls around, leaping up with a sit down rear mat slam. He wraps his opponent up in a triangle choke. He holds it on tightly as Brown struggles to escape it.

Simone: Jared Black is showing off his MMA background here mixing it very nicely considering his absence from the wrestling world.

Old Skool dashes into the ring and stomps away at Black until he breaks the hold. The referee shouts for him to leave the ring as he refuses, yelling to Brown the same sentiments he Brown had lent to him earlier. He obliges the referee, until he sees Kennedy slide back into the ring. He stomps away wildly at Brown as if it was by his own hand that Brown is on the ground. Old Skool tries to fight past the referee, but he won’t allow it. He points back, but the referee thinks it is a trick, and Kennedy continues the sneak attack until Black shoves him away, but Kennedy shoves him right back.

Adams: Don’t you know who he is? He’s “PRIMETIME” Matthew KENNEDY!!! He will cancel you, even if you are his partner!

Simone: Yes, and it still doesn’t look like he cares. He is literally daring his partner to try.

Jared slams his fist against his partner’s face, and Kennedy returns the favor. Black shoves him through the ropes and outside onto the apron. He turns just in time to see Old Skool coming at him with a splash, and he sidesteps it. He hooks on for the Blackout and he connects. The fans go wild as he hooks the leg. Johnny Brown tries to make it over before the referee can count, but Kennedy comes back in and stops him with a missle dropkick.

1!

2!

3!

Johnny looks astonished as he grabs his head in disbelief. Kennedy comes at him, but he meets him with a kick to the gut, followed by the Brown Wings. The referee holds up Black’s hand in victory.

Justin Decent: And your winners…JARED BLACK AND “PRIMETIME” MATTHEW KENNEDY!!!

Simone: Debut win from Jared Black. Not a bad way to start your SCW career

Adams: What about Kennedy? Two wins in two shows for him




“Kamikaze” by Five Iron Frenzy starts playing throughout the Kezar Pavilion. The crowd bursts into cheers as Tom Dudely walks out to the top of the ramp. Tom’s face is somber as he looks out into the crowd before slowly walking down to the ring. He grabs a microphone from ringside before climbing up the steps into the ring. Tom’s music stops and the crowd is soon calm enough for him to talks

Tom: As you all saw last week, both Sean Williams and Wyatt Peterson…

A fan in the front row yells out “BIG COUNTRY!” which brings a bit of a smile to Tom’s face.

Tom: That’s right, “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson. Anyway, lets week, they were both ruthlessly attacked during their SCW Tag Team Title defense. Sean was attacked by that no good SOB Rage. I know they’ve had their fair share of problems, but Rage should know better than to interfere in a match. What really pissed me off though, was what happened to Wyatt after they had already been eliminated.

The crowd, knowing where Tom is going, starts to boo. Tom nods in acknowledgement.

Tom: Wyatt was brutally thrown into the ring post, shoulder first. Now, instead of being here, destroying the competition, he is at home rehabbing a fractured clavicle. The doctor says that he will be out for the next six to eight weeks.

The crowd is not happy with the news. Tom paces a couple of moments before continuing.

Tom: I’ve been waiting all week to be able to get back here to Climax Control so I could get something off of my chest. I want the man who injured Wyatt to bring his ass out here. Casey Williams! I have a bone to pick with you.

Tom and the crowd wait in anticipation until "Crazy Train" by Bullet for My Valentine starts to blast throughout the arena. Casey has the SCW Tag Team Title belt hanging over his shoulder as he walks down to the ring with a confident look on his face. He climbs into the ring and faces Tom.

Tom: Casey, I always thought that you were a man of dignity. I mean, I know that you would do anything to win a match, but attacking a man after the fact? I thought that you were better than that. You seriously injured Wyatt for no good reason. If you have a reason, I’d love to hear it.

Casey: You know that Wyatt and I have been kinda going back and forth when SCW first opened, trying to prove who was the better big man, and I decided to prove once again that I am the better big man. Does it really matter that his team was eliminated? Made my statement that much more meaningful.

Tom: No, it just makes you even more of an @$$hole!

The crowd burst into cheers.

Tom: Look, I don’t really give a damn why you did it. The fact of the matter is that Wyatt needs to be avenged.

Casey: What are you going to do? Come outta retirement to “teach me a lesson”, little man?

Casey looks skeptical as a slight grin starts to creep up on the corners of Tom’s mouth.

Tom: Actually, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

The crowd bursts into cheers at Tom Dudely returning to face Casey Williams. Casey looks taken aback by the announcement.

Tom: What do you say to that?

Casey quickly shakes off the shock from Tom’s announcement.

Casey: I say bring it on, you son of a bitch. There is a hospital bed next to Wyatt's with your name written all over it. I will make sure you regretted the day you decided to pull a Brett Favre and come out of retirement to try to be as good as you used to be like Farve did when he came back.

Tom just smiles and nods.

Tom: I’m sure Wyatt will be happy to see you when you get there.

Tom drops his microphone. As he walks past Casey, Tom attempts to shoulder check him, but Casey doesn’t budge. Tom regains his composure and walks out of the ring. Casey smiles as he watches Tom rub his shoulder on his way up the ramp. After Tom disappears, Casey’s music starts to play and Casey makes his way backstage.




“Ass Back Home” by Gym Class Heroes is playing over the speakers as Haley Starr stands in the ring with Justin Decent.

Justin Decent: Tonight’s contest is scheduled for one fall, and has been designated a Lights Out Match by the Roulette Rules. Introducing first, from Sydney, Australia standing 5 feet 6 inches, weighing in at 116 pounds… HALEY STARR! And making her way to the ring, by way of Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, standing 5 feet 6 inches, weighing in at 128 pounds, she is… VIXEN!!!

The fans cheer wildly as the throbbing beat of Light it up by Rev Theory is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring. Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and backflips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade.

Justin Decent: And lastly, making her way to the ring by way of Lynchburg, Tennessee, standing at 5 feet 6 inches, and weighing in at 145 pounds, she is… BRANDI SHOTZE!!

The opening chords to "Here For The Party" by Gretchen Wilson blasts through the speakers. As the fiddles kick in, Brandi Shotze appears at the top of the ramp. She looks around the crowd nodding and starts to walk down the ramp. She climbs the steps and gets in ring. Brandi walks to the corner and stands on the middle turnbuckle. She raises her arms and jumps down, staring across the ring at her two opponents as they all eyeball each other.

DING! DING! DING!

Adams: Wait, what are they all just standing there for? If I wanted a staring contest, I would just stay home with the misses.

Simone: These ladies are all new to each other. They are being tactical, sizing up their unfamiliar opponents, and probably waiting for the lights to go out on them…

Brandi purses her lips as she gives crazy eyes to Vixen. However, she is blindsided by Haley Starr as she leaps forward with a flying clothesline. Brandi stumbles back a few feet, and she turns those crazy eyes to Haley. Haley goes for a tie up, but Brandi just knocks her dead in the jaw, echoing throughout the entire arena. She shouts at Haley before grabbing onto her platinum blonde hair, only to get a kick to the gut. Haley bounces off of the ropes and rebounds with a dropkick that sends her flying back. Vixen eyes them and she dashes forward with a running bulldog that lands Haley on top of Brandi. The referee drops down for a count.

1!

Before the referee can get a second count, Brandi throws her shoulder up. Before either can do anything, Vixen comes crashing down on both of them with body splash. She rolls Haley off, and the crowd goes wild. She hooks Brandi’s leg and the referee starts the count.

1!

2!

*LIGHTS OUT!*

Simone: What an amazing… Oh, it really is dark in here.

Adams: Hold me, I’m scared of the dark!

Simone: Oh get off of me, scaredy cat. How long are the lights supposed to stay off, anyway? I don’t think I can stand hearing that whimpering echo in my headphones for too long without laughing.

Adams: I can’t help it, haven’t you ever watched a scary movie? Unspeakable things happen in the dark.

Simone: Oh, I just heard a loud thud in the ring. It’s hard to call a match when you can’t see what is going on inside of the ring.

The lights come back on, and standing inside of the ring is Brandi Shotze with the other two laid out on the ground. She trash talks to Haley as she lifts her up off of the ground and plants her down with a hard scoop slam, followed by an unorthodox leg drop. As Vixen stirs, Brandi gives her a few rough stomps before mounting her with a barrage of punches. She stops and spits on her fist before nailing one final punch. She gets up, mumbling to Vixen before lifting her up to her feet. She flings Vixen into the corner before Haley comes out of nowhere with a surprise German Suplex that lays Brandi down. She bridges it into a pin and the referee drops down for the count, but as soon as he does…

*Lights Out*

Adams: Oh not again. They were JUST off! Can I get a night light or something?

Simone: In Lights Out matches, there is no timer, it is all random but it is awfully convenient for Brandi as the referee and Haley can be heard arguing inside of the ring.

Adams: Also, what is the point in having hot chicks in the ring if you can’t see them jiggle?

Belinda can be heard sighing, trying not to laugh as the lights come back on. All three women are back on their feet, and this time, Vixen makes a mad dash for Brandi, taking her down with a sudden Tornado DDT. As Haley comes for her, Vixen runs toward the corner, but as quick as a flash of lightening, she dashes up to the top rope, and she comes back with a standing moonsault. She immediately hooks the leg and the referee goes down for the count.

1!

2!

3! NO!

Simone: At the last possible second, Brandi breaking up the pin. She had better hit up the casino after this, because her luck is never ending.

Adams: This girl can really fly! You can bet your bottom dollar that we will see Vixen Vs Misty in a real display of high flyer showmanship. I’m calling it a dream match!

Simone: I can’t disagree there. Oh, and Brandi is not happy about nearly losing this match.

Inside of the ring, Brandi grabs Vixen by her hair and pulls her off of Haley, waving her around before grabbing her wrist. She starts to toss Vixen to the ropes, but changes her mind as she brings her back with a hard short-armed clothesline that nearly knocks Vixen’s head off. She shouts “COME ON BARBIE!” before she drags her back up. She does the same maneuver once more, dropping her to the ground in a sense of accomplishment. She looks down at Vixen and then to Haley. She picks Vixen up and tosses her into one of the corners nearest the entryway. She then picks Haley up, and sends her across the ring into the opposing corner. She follows Haley with a hard shoulder butt that sits her down in the corner. She then runs toward Vixen with a body splash, but Vixen drops out of the way and Brandi collides with the turnbuckle.

Simone: Looks like Brandi’s luck might have just run out. Vixen taking one hell of an offense against the brute force of Brandi Shotze.

Adams: We haven’t seen much from Haley Starr yet. Maybe she is pacing herself for a surprise finish.

Simone: Well, she had better be careful with that. That, and that trash Angelica, cost her the last match she was a part of.

Vixen sprints back, and then dashes forward with a perfect double Handspring followed by a body splash. She climbs the turnbuckle over Brandi and then she drops down in an attempted Hurricanrana, but Haley hooks her arms underneath Vixen’s arms, and Brandi holds onto her legs. They back up toward the center of the ring when…

*Lights Out*

Adams: Okay, at this point, whoever is controlling the lights is just trying to get me worked up. I refuse to let that happen… *whisper* Belinda, help me…

Simone: The stakes are high in this match, as I am sure the bosses are watching what is visible to see who comes out on top, and you can bet they will be heading toward the Bombshell Champion soon enough.

Adams: Whoever is brave enough to get through this deserves it. Raynin scares me a little bit, especially her crew. I heard one of them is a vampire.

As the lights come back on, much to the crowd’s amazement, Vixen is in mid flight, coming down hard on Haley and Brandi with a flying crossbody. She then picks Haley Starr up and sets her up for the Fall From Grace. She quickly connects with it, and hooks Haley’s leg. The referee drops down.

1!

2!

3!

Just as Brandi is crawling over to break up the pin, the referee slaps his hand down for the final count. She grabs her head in disappointment, stomping the ground with an added frustration.

Justin Decent: And your winner… VIXEN!!!

Simone: Vixen scores a debut win

Adams: This chick could go far here



The lights in the arena go out, staying out for several seconds before the opening beats to ‘What You Want’ by Evanescence starts to play. Blue and white strobe lights flash to the rhythm of the music, as NWA World Cruiserweight Champion, Misty, appears from backstage. She hoists her NWA Cruiserweight title high above her, amidst a loud chorus of booing from the crowd. She smirks, then lowers the belt, draping it over her right shoulder, as she heads to the ring, ignoring the continued booing from the crowd.

Once inside the ring, she signals, for a microphone, which Justin Decent hands her one. She stands in the center of the ring and looks around the crowd as they continue to boo her. She raises the mic to her lips, ready to speak.

Misty: Hello San Francisco!

The booing intensifies.

Misty:What? No warm welcome for the NWA Cruiserweight Champion?

Apparently not, as the crowd continues booing, then starts chanting ‘You screwed Spike!’ loudly and unrelentlessly. Misty nods and smiles, showing no remorse.

Misty: Yes, several times throughout the years, actually. But that was hardly a secret.

More booing.

Misty: Ahh, I get it. All of you are upset with me over what happened last week? You all feel soooo sorry for Spike and what I did to him. You think I’m a cold heartless bitch?

She lowers the mic, adjusting her cruiserweight title over her shoulder. She nods and smiles sadistically.

Misty: Call me what you want, but you all shouldn’t be surprised by what I did. It shouldn’t have come as a shock to ANY of you. You all feel for Spike?! Well, what about me, huh?! What about my feelings these last five years?! I waited five years for Spike to finally set a date for our wedding…FIVE YEARS! The whole time we were engaged I tried bringing up the subject of when we would get married, but good old Spike just ignored me.

Misty’s eyes most turn to glass as she speaks about her now ex-fiancee…then to him, as she looks directly into the camera.

Misty: Spike, I know you’re sitting at home watching this. I know as much as you want to stop watching this, you just can’t. So I want to make something very clear to you. This…this wasn’t MY fault. You have no one to blame but yourself! You caused this, not me.

She takes a step away from the camera, but never takes her eyes away from it.

Misty: I gave up everything for you and the kids, Spike. Everything. I gave up my career so I could be a mother to Eden and Timmy. I was also playing mommy to you and Jamie, and hell sometimes even Tommy, but I think Desiree has him under control. My point, Spike, is I did everything for every single one of you, and what do I get in return? Nothing except a five year engagement! And then…THEN…

Misty holds a finger up, smiles and lets out an uncomfortable laugh.

Misty: I decide to sign with SCW. You said you’d stay home with the kids, but what happens? You let Hot Stuff get to you! You just couldn’t let it go! Mark could have made all the threats he wanted to, but you and I both know there was no way he would have followed through with any of them. Christian Underwood never would have let it happen. But you used that as an excuse, didn’t you? So you signed that contract, giving into Hot Stuff, and you created NXT…The ‘NEW’ X-Tremes

.

Misty emphasizes the word new and laughs.

Misty: With the exception of Casey Williams, nothing about NXT was hardly new, Spike. NXT is your way of trying to make yourself into what you USED to be, not what you are now. You said NXT would be the ‘Golden Standard’?...Wrong again. I was the only golden standard about NXT. I am the only Golden Standard in SCW right now. Spike, you made yourself the leader of NXT, when in reality, you should have all been following ME. I was the first Bombshell Champion. I’m the current NWA Cruiserweight Champion. Until last week, what had the rest of you accomplished, Spike? NOTHING!

Misty looks away from the camera for just a second, as the crowd again starts to boo her viciously. She still continues to ignore them.

Misty: What have you accomplished since you signed that contract, Spike?! All you’ve done is LOSE! You couldn’t even beat Hot Stuff and that little coward Justin Underwood at Blaze of Glory could you? No, you couldn’t. Signing that contract has gotten you nothing. I just couldn’t stand being around a loser anymore, Spike. I wasn’t going to let you relish in MY glory anymore.

Just then, the crowd starts to cheer. Misty stops speaking and looks toward the backstage, where Spike Staggs has just appeared. Spike just stares at her, a blank, emotionless expression on his face. Misty stares right back, and leans against the ropes. She waves to Spike, a sarcastic smile on her face as she mocks him. He stands there for a while, not moving, or saying anything, until finally, he smiles, and even appears to laugh, then disappears backstage again. Misty shakes her head, and raises the mic to speak one last time.

Misty: You people really want to root for THAT? Please…I’ve proven countless times who was the real success story in my relationship with Spike…and it wasn’t him!

Misty tosses the mic down, as the crowd boos her yet again. She steps through the ropes and jumps down, and heads backstage. The crowd again chants ‘You Screwed Spike!’, as she disappears backstage.




Justin: The following contest is a tag team match

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.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Vs
TAG TEAM MATCH

As the bell goes, The Aristocrats attack the Surf Boys

Adams: These boys aren't getting paid by the hour.

Big Steve forces Narly in to the corners and hammers him with hard aggressive shots to the top of the smaller Surf Boys head while Hangman forces Radical in to the opposite corner and copies what his tag team partner is doing. The duo look across the ring at each other and grab the Surf Boys by the arms and throws them towards each other. As The Surf Boys get to the middle of the ring, the two link arms and dance around in a circle, before switching arms and dancing the other way, in a hoe down style dance, much to the delight of the fans

Simone: Oh good god

Adams: Doh see doh!

The Surf Boys turn back towards the confused Aristocrats, who drop both with heavy simultanious right hands

Adams: Ouch!

Narly rolls out of the ring, and Scanlon steps out, leaving Hangman and Radical in the ring to do battle. Hangman picks Radical to his feet, nailing the Surf Boy with an uppercut to the jaw. Radical stumbles away from Hangman but Hangman grabs hold of Radical's head and drags his face across the top rope, scraping Narly's eyes across the top rope. Hangman keeps a firm grip on Hangman's head and charges him in to the corner, slamming him face first in to the turnbuckle. Hangman brings Radical to the center of the ring with a claw hold, his hand wrapped around Radical's head and quickly switches to a headlock. He runs towards his corner and drops Radical down with a bulldog. He drags Radical to his feet and pulls him over to the corner and tags in Scanlon.

Simone: First tag of the match

Scanlon raises a foot on the top rope and Hangman throws Radical's head in to it. Scanlon steps between the ropes and stomps on the fallen Radical. Scanlon pulls Radical to his feet and throws him off the ropes, as Radical returns, Scanlon lifts him up and over and drops him over with a botched backdrop

Adams: Did he mean to do that?

Radical lands hard on his shoulder and Scanlon pulls Radical over to the corner and reaches out to tag in Hangman. Hangman takes the tag and steps through the ropes and wait on Radical to return to his feet. As he does, both men attempt a double clothesline, but Radical ducks the clothesline attempt and jumps in the air, grabbing both Scanlon and Hangman's head and dropping them both with a double DDT!

Simone: Great turn around from Radical

Radical quickly kicks Scanlon under the bottom rope and focuses his attention on Hangman. As Hangman gets to his knees, Radical hits him with a low dropkick, nailing Hangman in the chest. Radical bounces off the rope behind Hangman and runs back, baseball sliding alongside Hangman and grabbing his head as he goes past and slams it in to the canvas. Radical walks over to the corner and tags in Narly. Narly gets in the ring and Hangman walks towards the two. Narly and Radical look at each other then at Hangman and both hit Hangman with open hands.

Adams: Double high five to Hangman's head

Hangman falls to the canvas, and Narly tries to cover him

1...

Hangman immediately kicks out.

As the two get to their feet, Hangman attempts a clothesline but Narly ducks underneath of it and grabs Hangman's head, dropping him down with a neckbreaker. Narly springs to his feet and runs off the ropes, dropping a quick leg drop over Hangman's chest. Narly points to the top rope and looks to climb. He takes a couple of steps up the rope, but Hangman gets to his feet, wraps his arms around his waist and lifts him backwards with a German suplex. Narly crashes hard backwards and Hangman pulls Narly to his feet. He lifts Narly in the air with a flapjack and drops him, catching him with a European uppercut as he drops.

Adams: Dance On Air!

Hangman goes for the pin

1...
2...

Narly kicks out

Simone: I thought that was it

Hangman drags Narly towards the corner and tags in Scanlon. Hangman holds Narly while Scanlon hits him hard with an elbow on top of the head. Narly hits the canvas hard and Hangman steps out of the ring. Scanlon picks up Narly and slaps him hard in the face. Narly turns around but Scanlon grabs his hand and wrenches his arm and flips him over. He drops down over Narly, using his body to shield the referee, Drew Patton, view, and sticks a thumb in Narly's eye.

Simone: Come on ref! Stevie Wonder can see that

Adams: And he don't see a lot

Simone: That's the point

Adams: Right!

Scanlon stays on top for the cover, but Narly wiggles himself free, while holding his eye. Narly gets to his feet. Scanlon tosses Narly in to the corner and follows in with a splash. He quickly scoops Narly up in a scoop slam position and forces him in to a tree of woe. Scanlon steps back and charges in to the corner with a basement dropkick, crashing his boots lazily in to Narly's face. Narly falls from the turnbuckle and Scanlon rolls around, and forces his elbow in to the Surf Boys face, forcing the point in to the skull. Scanlon picks Narly up by the head and whips him off the ropes. As Narly comes back, he jumps around, hooking his arms around Scanlon's arm, and lifts his legs up around his other arm, pulling him down with with a crucifix pin

1...
2...

Scanlon kicks out

Simone: Narly nearly pulled this win out of his surf shorts!

Adams: Gross!

Scanlon get's to his feet with an angry look on his face and tries to clothesline Narly, but Narly gets behind him and dropkicks him in the back, forcing him towards Radical. Narly runs and jumps on Scanlon's back, wrapping his left arm around Scanlon's throat and reaches out with his free hand and tags in Radical. Radical steps in the ring and Narly drops off Scanlon's back and gets on all fours behind him. Radical pushes Scanlon in the chest, forcing him to fall over the back of Narly. Narly stays on all fours and Radical steps on Narly's back and jumps off, planting an elbow across Scanlon's chest.

Adams: Great tag team work from The Surf Boys.... never thought I'd ever say that

Radical stays on top of Scanlon for a cover

1...
2...

Scanlon kicks out

Simone: Surf Boys coming close to victory there

Radical pulls Scanlon to his feet, as the referee gets Narly out of the ring. With the referees back turned, Scanlon hits Radical with a low blow!

Simone: The cheating SOB!

Scanlon gets over to his corner quickly as the referee turns around and see him tagging in Hangman. Hangman charges across the ring and knock Narly from the ring apron and in to the barrier outside the ring!

Simone: The referee's losing control of this one.

Scanlon picks Radical up and lifts him up for a piledriver, as Hangman get on the second rope. Hangman grabs Radical's legs and jumps off the ropes!

Simone: Spike Piledriver!

Both Scanlon and Hangman drop down and put an arm across Radical and Drew Patton drops down to count.

1...
2...
3!

Justin: The winners of the match.... THE ARISTOCRATS!!!

Simone: I can't believe the referee never picked up on Scanlon's blatent cheating!

Adams: I feel more for Radical, cause he's gonna be a farmer tomorrow.... Scanlon gave him a couple of acres.




Earlier in the evening....

Backstage, Pussy Willow is standing alongside Bo Dreamwolf before the SCW Roulette Wheel.

Pussy: Fans, I am standing here tonight with the new Roulette Champion of Sin City Wrestling, Bo Dreamwolf. Tonight, Bo, you are not defending your championship. You are officiating the match to decide the man who you will defend against next week!

Bo: I'm looking forward to it. I've never refereed a match before, so it'll be an all-new experience.

Pussy: And you will call it down the middle, no matter what style of match this turns out to be?

Bo: I have no reason not to. Damon Synn, Bobby Cage, I'll be happy to defend against either man.

Pussy: Well then, the wheel is all yours.

She motions towards the Roulette wheel but Bo shakes his head.

Bo: Please. Lady's honor.

He holds his hand toward the wheel and Pussy Willow smiles. She passes him her microphone and she happily grabs hold of the wheel and gives it a spin. She and Bo, as well as everyone watching, watches closely as the wheel spins along the countless match types until it starts to slow down and comes to a halt on...

Lumberjack match!

Bo hands Pussy her microphone back and she speaks;

Pussy: There we have it! Damon Synn will square off against Bobby the Convict Cage in a Lumberjack match! Bo, good luck!

The champion smiles and walks off camera.

That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence
Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion
Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion
Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence

The bell rings and the fans cheer wildly as SCW Roulette Champion, Bo Dreamwolf, steps out onto the stage, clad in his buckskin pants but a referee's shirt.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Lumberjack match to determine the number one challenger for the SCW Roulette Championship! Introducing first, the special guest referee ... Bo Dreamwolf!

The calls of "Return to Innocence" sounds across the PA system and Bo Dreamwolf marches to the ring, his eyes fixed on the ring. Sliding inside, he then mounts the turnbuckle in the corner and raises a fist to the fans, letting loose with his own war cry to which the fans reply with enthusiastic cheers and applause.

Justin: Introducing first! From El Paso, Texas, weighing 300 pounds ... Damon Synn!

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

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

As "life" cuts, a fierce growl is heard, and it is replaced by the familiar beat and voice of "Monster" by Kanye West. Immediately, the crowd in attendance rains down a marage of boos. The lights over the entrance way begin to flicker on and off repeatedly, manipulating the world into a series of still shots. We see a huge figure behind the curtain, wearing a trench coat pulled up along with his ring attire. He surveys the crowd before walking down the ramp slowly and intimidatingly towards the ring. As he reaches the apron, he reaches up and grabs the top rope, pulling himself up to the apron. He enters the ring over the top rope and walks to the center of the ring. He raises his hands in a familiar crucifix position and quickly brings them back down, causing bursts of fire to explode from every single turnbuckle. The lights reappear, brightening the building, and revealing Damon Synn with a shit-eating grin. He then shuffles over to a corner, and the music fades as he leans there, awaiting the ring of a bell.

Justin: His opponent is from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 231 pounds ... Bobby the Convict Cage!

The venue goes dark as 'Paint it Black' by the Rolling Stones begins to play. Smoke starts to billow from the entrance ramp and at the end of the opening guitar solo Cage emerges from the back cracking his knuckles and throwing warm-up punches. He jogs to the ring still throwing practice punches and then climbs up to the second rope turnbuckle and throws back his arms posing a moment for the crowd before hopping down and waiting for the match to start.

Justin: And now, the Lumberjacks!

The crowd watches on and they start to cheer as the curtains part and the following SCW superstars start to emerge; Blaque Hart Bruce Evans ... James Huntington-Hawkes III ... Casey Williams ... Jordan Williams ... the Aristocrats ... Lucian Frost ... Old Skool ... the Surf Boys ... Primetime Matthew Kennedy ... and Jamie Staggs!

Adams: Oh this is going to be sweet!

Simone: Look at all of those bodies surrounding the ring. I don't think this is going to be a pleasant experience for either Damon or Bobby.

The Lumberjacks surround the ring and take their positions as Bo calls for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Vs
LUMBERJACK NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS MATCH TO ROULETTE TITLE

Both men charge each other and the fists start flying as the wrestlers on the outside cheer them on, inciting them for more carnage!

Simone: And this one has already started off ugly!

The much larger Damon gains an early advantage, raking Bobby's eyes and then he starts beating him in the back with a brutal series of lefts and rights! The clubbing blows send his opponent down to one knee, where he follows up with a knee lift right into the face that knocks The Convict's head back into the corner! Pulling him to a vertical base, the monster of a man, Damon Synn, buries a fist into the Convict's mid-section, then sets him up for an Irish whip, but Bobby quickly counters the attempt and pulls him right back into a knee to the stomach, followed up right away with a Hangman's neckbreaker! Clutching his stomach, Damon rolls over into a precarious position on his hands and knees, where Bobby Cage drops down and starts unleashing an assault to Damon's head with knee strikes! Bobby the Convict then drags him up and heaves him out through the ropes!

Adams: And the fun begins!

The wrestlers on the outside start to assault the monster as Bo hurries over and tells them they're supposed to be throwing him back into the ring, not attacking him.

Adams: I think Bo might be just a leetle too nice for a match like this.

Simone: Hm, ya think?

Damon tries his best to fight the attackers off but they overwhelm him by sheer numbers and get him back inside of the ring for the match to continue. Bobby brings Damon up to his feet and immediately engages the larger man with a series of rapid fire shots to the head. Damon brings his arms up to shield himself and that exposure allows Bobby to let loose with rapid blows to his lower regions.

Simone: The man has one hell of a boxing arsenal that comes in handy with a man this size.

Bobby then heaves him up by the legs and lands a reverse atomic drop. Bobby runs off of the ropes and connects with a jumping clothesline that fells the monster! Bobby with the cover!

1.....
2..... Damon kicks out.

Simone: Oh this one won't be that easy.

Bobby gets to his feet and lands three big stomps down into Damon, then measures him and as Damon gets to his feet, Bobby runs off of the ropes only to have Damon bring a big boot up and clobber the Convict right in the kisser!

Adams: he never should have let Damon get up like that!

Simone: I think that's one of the first smart things I've ever heard you say.

Adams: Thanks! ... I think.

Damon does not even attempt a cover. He instead peels the Convict off of the canvas and throws him to the outside to the proverbial sharks! Primetime Matthew Kennedy! JHHIII! Blaque Hart! All three immediately jump on the convict and start swinging and kicking!

Adams: The rich kid's shots are kinda sissified, but at least he's trying!

Simone: At least!

Bobby tries to defend himself, and he takes a swing at JHHIII but the spoiled brat ducks and the shot connects with Kennedy! JHHIII ducks behind Blaque Hart who is confused at the kid's tactics and this allows the Convict to climb back inside of the ring before suffering any more outside damage. Damon picks Bobby the Convict Cage up off the mat and throws him head-first into the nearest corner. Damon then drives two hard knees into the Convict's kidney area, and hits a stiff clothesline to the back of the head. Damon then tucks a head under Cage's arm and brings him back with a belly to back suplex! Damon covers him lazily and Bo drops down for the count.

1.....
2..... Cage kicks out.

The crowd starts to rally behind the Convict as Damon glares at Bo who shows no fear and holds up two fingers to him. Damon swats his hand away and goes back to work on his downed opponent. Damon pulls him up and sends him into the ropes and he lands a boot to his mid-section, doubling him over, and immediately slaps on a DDT, driving Bobby the Convict Cage's skull down into the mat!

Simone: Oh it looks like Bobby is out!

Damon makes the cover.

1.....
2.....
3-No! Bobby Cage gets the shoulder up!

Adams: Wow! Give a hand to the convict! I thought he had it!

Simone: So did Damon! He is mad!

Damon grabs Bo by his shirt and menaces him but Bo tears his grip off and he answers with a shove that staggers the big man back where the Convict rolls him up!

1..... Damon powers out and he immediately clotheslines the Convict!

Simone: Damon Synn best learn to control that temper if he wants to walk away with a win here!

Damon picks Bobby Cage up and executes a gutwrench suplex, followed up with a double kneedrop to the head. Damon pulls the Convict up and Irish whips him into the corner and runs in after him for a clothesline but as he hits the turnbuckles, Bobby the Convict Cage turns up the steam and charges out with the same idea and they clothesline each other! Both men lie motionless as the crowd try to help them to their feet by clapping in unison and the wrestlers on the outside pound the apron, but still the pair fail to budge as Bo has little choice but to begin his mandatory count!

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

Damon is the first man on his feet and tries to clear his head. Bobby the Convict Cage stands as well and Damon clobbers him with a right to the jaw, then sets him up for an Irish whip but from out of nowhere, Bobby the Convict Cage reverses it and upon the rebound, he jumps and knocks Damon to his back with a Thesz press and he starts unloading on the big man! Damon throws him off and both men quickly get to their feet! Damon swings wildly but Bobby ducks and hits a Russian Legsweep! he rolls right through and into the cover, hooking Synn's tree trunk leg!

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

Simone: There's still some fight left in the big man.

Bobby the Convict Cage gets to his feet, pulling Damon up along with him, and shows an impressive display of strength by scooping the 300 plus pounder onto his shoulders in a "rack" position.

Adams: Holy sh... can you believe that show of strength!? I didn't know the Convict had it in him!

With Damon in the precarious positioning, Bobby the Convict Cage starts to spin around in a circle and suddenly drops down, taking Damon along with him the hard way! Bobby covers him!

1.....
2..... Damon kicks out!

Pulling Damon up again, this time Bobby the Convict Cage locks him into a front facelock and signals for a vertical suplex. He grabs the side of Damon's tights and makes the attempt but Damon counters, and powers out by lifting The Convict up instead and dumping him out over the top!

Adams: And here we go again!

The wrestlers on the outside run over and start to attack the downed Convict Cage! The Aristocrats themselves grab him by the arms and whip him back against the apron and the Surf Boys rush over and jump on them!

Simone: It would seem there's no love lost between these two teams!

As the wrestlers fight it out on the outside, Bobby climbs up onto the apron where Damon greets him with a shot to the head that almost sends him back to the floor. Damon grabs him into a front facelock and lifts him up for a suplex, when James Huntington-Hawkes III trips him and Damon falls to his back with the Convict on top! JHHIII holds Synn's foot on the pin!

Simone: What does that little brat think he's doing!?

1.....
2..... Jordan rushes over and JHHIII immediately releases Damon's foot, allowing the monster to get his shoulder up!

Adams: Look at that kid run!

Jordan is giving chase until the rich brat vanishes behind the curtains!

Simone: As fast as he was running, the kid should be a track star!

Adams: And will you look at the chaos on the outside!

Now everyone is brawling on the outside of the ring! The Surf Boys and the Aristocrats! Jamie Staggs and Primetime! Jordan Williams and Casey Williams double team Blaque Hart as Old Skool and Frost trade blows! Damon glares on the outside in the general direction JHHIII vanished and then goes back for his opponent. He grabs the Convict when suddenly Bobby nails him with a stiff uppercut to the jaw that staggers Synn! Bobby is right back up and unleashes a number of boxing blows to Damon's head and chin, the from out of nowhere, a double-arm DDT!

Adams: The Ol' One Two!

Bobby rolls the big man over and hooks the leg! Bo makes the count!

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

The crowd cheers as Bo raises The convict's arm in the air as chaos ensues on the outside!

Justin: The winner of the match, and now the Number One Challenger for the Roulette Championship ... Bobby the Convict Cage!

Bobby pulls his hand from Bo's grip and faces off with him, holding his hands at waist level to show the belt is coming to him.

Adams: Bo just determined himself who the next challenger will be for his Roulette Championship!

Simone: And that match will happen next week, but in the meantime, we need to separate these wrestlers on the outside!




There is faint laughter from at least two people being heard as a hand held camcorder flickers on. As the lighting adjusts, Jamie Staggs is seen with a can of spray paint in his hand, and a seriously demented grin on his face. He chokes on his own laughter, coughing a bit before clearing his throat. As he steps away from the camera, you can more visibly see that they are in the parking lot and Jamie wildly shakes up the spray paint can.

Jamie: This… This is gonna be freakin’ sweet, guys! I mean… I’m almost done, but wait until you see this… All you viewers are gonna love this! I flew in from Jersey *shudders* just for this occasion!

The camera turns around to see Tommy Staggs, who is obviously holding the camera. Behind him is the rest of the Dumbass University crew, watching on in delight. They occasionally look behind them to make sure no one is coming.

Tommy: You guys are not gonna believe this. This shit is so serious, I’ve got Kittie calculating the bail money while waiting at the police station. Shit’s crazy, alright?

Jamie is heard chuckling in the background as Metalhead can be heard shouting “Good one, brah!” toward him. Jamie shouts some nonsense response as the spray paint is heard almost steadily. As soon as the spray paint can rattles loudly, signifying that it is empty, the can is heard clanking against the concrete. Jamie can be heard running back, before the camera shakes back and forth. It jolts, and turns around as Jamie’s face comes into focus.

Jamie: Alright guys, are you ready for the best Dick’d EVAR? Well, get ready then, coz it was totally worth the beating from the cops.

Jamie fumbles with the camera and turns it around to get a close up on a 2011 Traverse, covered in dried up flower pedals, under the broken up arch from the prior week’s “non-wedding” ceremony. Jamie walks up closer to it and walks around, showing various words spray painted over the body and windows of the car, ranging from “Bitch”, “Liar”, “Backstabber”, to a few that are blurred out because they are just too graphic for television. On the back windshield, it says more neatly “Just Married” with tin cans handing from strings, dangling from the rear bumper. Jamie kicks a dent in the bumper, cracking it as he laughs.

Jamie: Nobody fucks with my brother and gets away with it. I don’t care what it costs, you will get Dick’d in the worst way possible… Here’s to remembering what you had…

Jamie is seen tossing down the photos of what was supposed to be their wedding album, as well as family pictures from over the years. He is startled when suddenly he sees someone walking up out of the corner of his eyes. He jumps until he sees it is Angelica. She eyeballs the situation, and a smirk spreads across her face. She looks over to her “BFF”, Veronica Taylor, and they exchange their signature evil laughs. Angelica nods in approval, and then Veronica scoffs at the bunch of dirtbags.

Veronica: Why didn’t we think of that? It’s just not fair. Such a travesty…

Angelica: Such a travesty… I give you a one time pass, Jamie. We won’t make fun of you for the rest of the night… Totally.

Veronica: Totally… Well, I can’t promise anything with that outfit…

Jamie can be heard scoffing at them, and then he notices a laundry bag in Angelica’s hand, as Veronica is probably too good to handle it.

Jamie: What are you amateurs doing with that?

Angelica: We figure it’s just not fair that Veronica has to fight two men when it’s supposedly against the rules, so we are going to toss jockstraps around The Fallen’s locker room. We figure they can probably use them anyway…

Jamie: Ah, touchy. I like it.

Veronica: Angelica, why are we still talking to… it? He wants us to touch him? So gross.

Angelica: He’s a bit on the retarded side of things. I think he meant touché.

Angelica states it matter-of-factly until Jamie rushes at them. They grunt in disgust as he actually touches them, whispering to them. Scurrying is heard, and Jamie ducks behind the car, with Angelica and Veronica whispering. They look back to the doorway where Misty is seen walking. The car alarm disarms, only instead of the usual beeping noise, Jamie’s voice singing along to the Wedding March, “You just go-ot Dick’d. You just got Dick’d. You just got Di-ick’d. You-ou just got Dick’d… Bitch!” Misty’s jaw drops open as she gasps at the sight of her car. Jamie and Mean Girls snicker quietly behind the car

Misty: Oh my G… What the f… Grrrrr!

Jamie jumps out from behind the car and gyrates toward Misty in a sort of celebration dance. She is fuming, shaking with anger as Jamie dances toward her.

Jamie: In case ya ain’t heard… You just dot Dick’d! Suck on that, dorkette! That one is for my big bro-ham…

The camcorder powers down, focused on Misty’s enraged expression as it fades.




Justin: Our next contest is a NWA Cruiserweight Showcase Match, and it is scheduled for one fall!

I don't need you or your brand new Benz
Or your boozy friends.
I don't need love, looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds

(Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy
Ima get,
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy,
Ima get,
Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Get Sleazy, Oh!

Justin: Introducing first! From St. Louis, Missouri, weighing 155 pounds ... Angelica!

"Sleazy" by Ke$ha starts playing as white smoke sifts from behind the curtains. The image of red devil horns sticking out from behind a golden halo appears on the stage, where a long pole stick up from the stage. Angelica walks out from behind the curtains. She slowly places one foot in front of the other, walking this way toward the pole. Once closer, she runs toward it, swinging upside down on it, going around a complete 360, coming down slowly until her back touches the stage. She turns over and slowly crawls to the edge of the stage. She comes up to her knees and then blows a kiss to the audience. She then stands up, but keeps a hold of her ankles. She smiles as she looks around. She swings her hair up as she looks around, and slowly runs her fingers up her legs as she comes up to a standing position. She then walks down the ramp, waving to the fans until she reaches the ring. She pulls herself onto the apron, and then sticks one leg over the second rope, and then she pauses, before getting into the ring. She walks around, making sure to show off her ASSets.

Justin: Her opponent is the reigning NWA World Cruiserweight Champion! From Chicago, Illinois, weighing 130 pounds ... Misty!

Do what you, what you want
If you have a dream for better
Do what you, what you want
'til you don’t want it anymore (remember who you really are)

Do what you, what you want
Your world’s closing in on you now (it isn’t over)
Stand and face the unknown (got to remember who you really are)

Every heart in my hands
Like a pale reflection

The lights in the arena go out. Several seconds pass, then the beginning to “What You Want” by Evanescence starts to play. Blue and white strobe lights flash to the beat of the music, when Misty appears from backstage. She looks around the crowd, feeding off of their energy. She makes her way to the ring, slowly at first, then goes at a full run. She slides in under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, she jumps onto the corner turnbuckle, pumping her arms to excite the crowd. Once she has their attention, she jumps down and turns to face Angelica who has crossed the ring and is standing right in her face!

Adams: Ooo! Tension!

Misty smiles at Angelica and slowly slips her NWA Cruiserweight belt from her waist and raises it with one arm. Angelica arches her brow and nods -- and promptly belts Misty across the face with a vicious slap! The blow rocks Misty and knocks the NWA belt from her hand and the official has no other choice but to call for the opening bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Vs
NWA CRUISERWEIGHT NON-TITLE MATCH

Angelica is on the immediate attack, practically driving Misty forward against the ropes and she chokes her across the top rope as Drew tries to intervene, but instead issues his count!

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4...

Angelica breaks but only long enough to go right back to her choking, forcing the Cruiserweight champion's throat against the top rope and refusing to release the illegal hold.

Adams: Wow! Misty was able to handle those dudes to win the title but she's having trouble with this wild chick!

Angelica backs off for a split second, then turns her around and buries a knee into her mid-section, taking the air completely out of the champion. Angelica then grabs her by the hair and goes to land another shot to her face but Misty suddenly blocks it and fires off with her own open-handed shot to Angelica, and follows it right up with an immediate series of the same!

Simone: You were saying?

Angelica is reeling and she turns to try to make her escape from the ring but Misty grabs two handfuls of her hair and throws her back down to the mat with an audible thud. Misty pounces on her, straddling her chest and she grabs Angelica by the neck and returns the favor from the start of the match and she begins choking her opponent!

Simone: Well I don't think anyone is going to be surprised if the rule book gets thrown out the door with these two hellcats going to town!

Angelica grabs her by the wrists and tries to pry her hands off but Misty starts shaking her, slamming the back of her head into the mat. Drew is right there and orders her to stop the assault, and he then grabs Misty by the arms and forcibly pries her off!

Adams: Ooo! Bad idea!

Simone: He had no business doing that!

Misty turns around and starts screaming at Drew for touching her, and this allows for Angelica to regain her footing. She comes running up from behind and hits the champion with a dropkick to the back that sends her through the ropes and she tumbles to the outside.

Simone: That was the referee's fault! I don't care what's going on inside of that ring! You don't touch the wrestlers!

Angelica jumps up and holds her arms out to bask in the jeers and boos of the fans. Smiling, she sashays over toward the ropes and leans over to taunt her opponent but Misty grabs her by the ankle and pulls her feet out from under her and drags her right out of the ring!

Adams: Ooh! This is where it gets good!

Misty hammers a forearm shot to Angelica's sternum and goes to send her into the barricade but Angelica reverses the Irish whip and Misty's back crashes into the guardrail! Angelica slams her face into the commentary desk and turns around, dragging Misty by the hair towards the ring. She tosses her under the bottom rope, then rolls in herself. She lift's Misty up and Irish whips her in to the corner chest first. Misty stumbles out backwards but Angelica grabs her around the waist and hits a release German suplex! Misty hits the back of her head and neck and turns over completely!

Simone: That was a beautiful move that may just put the champion away!

Misty moves towards the ropes, only to have Angelica drop a legdrop onto the back of her head. Misty rolls over, holding her head and Angelica raises her arms, working the crowd up.

Adams: Boy she loves attention, doesn't she?

Simone: That she does. Good or bad, it doesn't matter to Angelica.

Misty moves over to the corner and uses the ropes to pull herself up but Angelica comes charging in with a huge avalanche, squashing Misty in to the corner. Misty holds onto the top rope and Angelica hits a second avalanche on Misty. Misty drops down to her knees with her throat across the ropes and Angelica starts to choke her with a leg across the back of Misty's neck. As Drew makes his count, Angelica holds up a hand and counts right along with him!

Simone: What arrogance!

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Angelica breaks and blows the official a condescending kiss before running across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes, then landing with two knees across Misty's back. Misty crumbles off of the ropes and sinks to the mat and Angelica makes the cover.

1.....
2..... Misty kicks out!

Angelica gives Drew a scathing look before pulling Misty up by the hair and heaving her through the ropes and back to the outside. Drew admonishes her but she puts a hand in his face and turns to the booing fans and primps for them.

Simone: I hate to admit this, but Angelica is proving herself against the champion.

Out of her sight, Misty rolls under the ring apron. Angelica struts over to the side of the ring she fell and looks out, but frowns when she doesn't see her opponent. She stands on the bottom rope to search. Misty emerges on the opposite side of the ring. She quietly rolls into the ring, beneath the bottom rope. She comes running up behind Angelica and dropkicks her in the back, sending her over the top the hard way!

Adams: Ha ha ha! I love it!

Angelica lays on the ringside floor, dazed and confused, and Misty brushes off the official and scales the top of the corner. Angelica gets to her feet and Misty leaps off and crashes right into her with a moonsault from the dizzying height of near fifteen feet!

Simone: And that is why that woman is the Cruiserweight Champion!

Adams: Oh but that was risky! I'd hate to think if she had missed...!

Angelica is wiped out and the move stunned even the champion! Misty staggers to her feet and drags Angelica right up along with her by a handful of hair. Misty goes to send her into the steps but Angelica reverses it and Misty hits the steel instead with a resounding crash!

Adams: Well so much for that comeback.

Angelica grabs Misty and dumps her over the railing and into the front row of the screaming fans. Misty scrambles up and Angelica reaches for her hair but Misty returns the favor and grabs her by the hair as well!

Adams: Catfight! Catfight!

Misty wins out in this struggle, using her wits and slamming Angelica's head downward, thanks to the handfuls of hair, and Angelica's forehead smashes into the railing!

Simone: That arrogant hootch won't be happy if her looks were affected by that shot.

Angelica staggers back, holding her face and Misty springs up onto the barricade and sails off, striking her down with a flying body press onto the floor! By now Drew has reached the count of eight, and misty grabs Angelica and rolls her back inside of the ring and quickly follows. Misty Irish whips Angelica into the corner and runs right in and dropkicks her square in the chest! But before Angelica can sink down into the corner, Misty grabs her and brings her over in a Northern lights Suplex!

1.....
2..... Angelica kicks out.

Misty then sets her up for an Irish whip but Angelica reverses it and goes for a clothesline but Misty ducks under and springs up onto her opponent's shoulders as if going for a victory roll but swings around in front and rolls her up into a Hurricanrana, hooking the legs on the way down!

Adams: She has it!

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2.....
3-Angelica kicks out!

Simone: No! Oh that was close!

Misty brings her to her feet and hits a knife edge chop across her sternum. She then sends her into the ropes and goes for a second Hurricanrana, but Angelica blocks it and instead drives her down into a power bomb, folding her in half for the cover!

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3-No! Misty gets the shoulder up!

Simone: Oh Angelica just showed right there that she is not just another pretty face!

Angelica grabs hold of Misty's ankle and jerks her leg outwards. She measures it and then drops an elbow across it before wrapping it around herself, further stretching it out. Misty tries to claw her way out with a rake of the eyes, but Angelica avoids it by dropping her head down, just out of reach. Angelica then gets back to her feet, drapes Misty's leg over the bottom rope and then holds it in place with her foot before jumping up into the air and crashing back down onto it with her full body weight.

Simone: Oh smart move! if she can neutralize Misty's aerial tactics...!

Angelica rises back to her feet and with Misty's tender foot firmly in hand, she yanks the leg out again and kicks the inside of the knee. Misty tries to hold onto the ropes, but Angelica kicks her hand for good measure and pulls her clear, back to the center of the ring where she again jerks the leg out. She then grips both feet and steps over into a Sharpshooter. Misty howls in pain and desperately reaches for the ropes. Drew jumps into position and asks if she wants to submit.

Adams: Boy, that ref is behind the times! Doesn't he realize that wrestlers tap these days?

Misty shakes her head in the negative and continues to struggle against the weight of her opponent as it is pressed down against her sore knee and back. Drew steps in to ask her again and Misty firmly shakes her head and offers him a more tangible answer.

Adams: She flipped him off!

The ref's eyes bulge in disbelief, but Angelica is not impressed. She cranks down even harder on her hold and forces another cry of anguish from the NWA champion. Still, Misty does not submit. Instead, she ignores the official's repeated asking for submission and struggles to plant her hands firmly on the mat. She tries to push up, but Angelica merely leans back and forces her back onto her chest. Misty wiggles her arms free once more and snakes them along her side and grabs hold of both of Angelica's ankles. With a surge of adrenalin, Misty violently pulls Angelica's ankles back and Hot Stuff's squeeze topples forward, relieved of her footing!

Simone: Nice counter there by the champion.

Misty grabs Angelica and goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Angelica reverses it. Misty comes off and Angelica scoops her up onto her shoulders but Misty slides right out and takes her down with a Crucifix!

1.....
2..... Angelica kicks out!

Both women scurry to their feet and Angelica takes a swing at her but Misty ducks and brings her over with a backslide.

1.....
2..... Angelica squirms free!

Adams: Wow this one has gone back and forth since the start!

Misty brings her up with a handful of hair and runs her face into the top turnbuckle. Misty turns her around and lands a forearm shot to the chest, followed up with a knife edge chop.

Crowd: Wooo!

Simone: I hate it when they do that.

Misty sets her up for an Irish whip into the corner but Angelica counters with her own reversal and sends Misty in instead. Misty springs to the top rope and makes to look like she's going to leap off but Angelica drops down to duck -- but Misty doesn't jump!

Adams: Ahhhh! She faked her out!

Angelica slowly stands up, confused, and turns around and Misty leaps, hitting a flying moonsault onto Angelica and she hooks the leg!

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3!

Justin: The winner of the NWA Cruiserweight Showcase match ... Misty!

Simone: Misty did it! She overcame Hot Stuff's main squeeze and moves on as the NWA Cruiserweight Champion to meet yet another challenge!

Misty rolls out of the ring and pulls her NWA title belt from the hands of Drew and simply walks away and heads for the back, leaving Angelica in the ring, having a screaming fit!




The scene shows Casey Williams with Rocky Mountains backstage after the situation between Casey and Tom Dudely.

Rocky: "I am standing here with one half of the new SCW Tag Team Champions, Casey Williams. So Casey, how do you feel about Tom calling you out for what you did to Wyatt Peterson last week?"

Casey: "Well, Rocky, I didn't expect him to just take what I had done quietly. I expected him to confront me and want to do something about it where we all know Wyatt cannot do anything about it himself."

Rocky: "I see. Now I know he asked why you attacked him, and how he discussed the attack on Sean Williams by Rage. My question to you is why did you attack Rage before taking out Wyatt?"

Casey: "That one is easy. Like Tom said, Rage didn't belong in that match, and because he caused the former champs to be eliminated, someone had to make sure he didn't attack the other competitors in the match, so I stepped up and made sure he didn't attack us. The best team in that match won, New Xtreme members Casey Williams and Jordan Williams. I want to prove to the world that I am the best big man in SCW, and I proved that last week, to an extent, when I took out Wyatt Peterson, possibly permanently, I attacked Rage for inserting his two cents worth into my match, and Chett "Hangman" Hawkins, who said he was the best big man in SCW. I proved him wrong, didn't I?"

As Casey says this, he takes a sip from his water bottle as Rocky speaks.

Rocky: You did prove him wrong, in my opinion. Anything else you want to say?"

Casey: "Yes, there is. I have made some comments on Twitter this past week that were interpreted as inappropriate, and I would like to apologize to those parties who the comments were directed to and to SCW Management. Those comments were not like me, and unbecoming of a Champion here in SCW. I will be more careful of what I say."

The scene fades as Casey walks away from Rocky.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a mixed tag team match and is your main event for tonight. Introducing first... from Detroit, Illinois, weighing 240 pounds, he is....Kain

The song, "On We March", fills the air with its thumping bass drum and the noise creeps its way in. As the ominous bass-line begins to play, the couple walk out, hand-in-hand. As the crowd spews their venom towards Kain, he replies back with an angry snarl, his eyes never wavering from the ring. As soon as the couple finishes their walk on the ramp, Ariel steps behind her man, unties the robe and takes it off him, removing his cowl as well. Kain's muscular body is shown from head to toe, along with the title that's around his waist. While the crowd still continues to boo him, the women cannot help but scream for him while the men cannot help but look at him and be jealous of his look and stature, cameras flashing everywhere in the arena. Kain turns to his girl and the two embrace each other in a deep, passionate kiss. Then Kain breaks it off and climbs up the steel steps. He places both hands on the top rope from the apron and jumps on it. A second later, Kain executes a forward-flip and lands into the ring. He goes to each of the four corners, climbing on top of each and he laughs and smiles widely, his white teeth showing as the cameras flash rapidly from the crowd. He jumps down on the last turnbuckle and walks to his corner, turns around, and provides a cold, icy stare at Saint Patty as "On We March" dies down.

Justin: And his partner! From Austin, Texas, weighing 145 pounds ... Raynin!

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

Justin: And their opponents, introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and sixteen pounds, she is Sin City's only supermodel, she is Veronica Taylor.

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

Justin: And her partner, coming at you from Los Angeles, CA, weighing in at two hundred and fifty-one pounds, He is the the holder of the SCW Heavyweight Championship, accompanied by The Entourage, I give you.... NICK JONES!!!

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout. Moments later, Nick Jones walks out through the curtain, 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

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Vs
MAIN EVENT - MIXED TAG TEAM MATCH

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

Adams: What are you doing here boss?

HS: Here to watch that guy who looks ten years older then he is

Simone: Nick?

HS: Kain. I said I will be watching him very closely from now on

Veronica and Raynin start the match. Both women circle, and Raynin jumps in towards Veronica dodges out of the way and pulls Raynin's hair, slamming her down to the canvas. Veronica stomps on Raynin's chest quickly and pulls her up by the hair, grabbing handfuls. She forces Raynin back to the ropes and whips her off. As Raynin comes back, Veronica clotheslines her to the ground. Veronica messures Raynin and drops an elbow across her chest. Veronica stands up and puts her arms out, posing to the fans as they boo relentlessly

Simone: Not many Taylor fans out there

Adams: Speaking on which boss, what's the deal with you, her and Angelica?

HS: Life's one long party Jason

Adams: Ah man, how comes I never get invited to these parties?

Simone: Because you're married

Veronica picks up the bombshell champion by the head and throws her in to the corner and charges in and tries to clothesline Raynin, but Raynin moves out of the way and Veronica crashes chest first in to the turnbuckle. Raynin gets behind Veronica and lifts her up on the turnbuckle and climbs up behind her, putting her legs on the top rope. She hoists Veronica backwards, suplexing her and staying on the top rope

Simone: Great spider suplex

Raynin turns around on the top rope and stands up, looking at Veronica Taylor, rolling around on the floor, holding the back of her head. Raynin jumps off with a flying elbow drop, dropping an elbow to the back of Veronica's head. Veronica rolls over and towards her corner but Raynin springs to her feet and pulls Veronica away from her corner and drags her to her feet. Raynin picks Veronica up and lifts her in a sidewalk slam and drops her down hard. Raynin walks over and tags in Kain, Nick reluctantly gets in the ring on the other side.

HS: Get in there Nick, kick this guys arse!

Simone: I see you're calling this one down the middle

Adams: Are you sure? He seems like he's on Nick's side.

Kain quickly runs towards Nick, but Nick ducks out of the way of one of Kain's hammer blow right hands and drops down to trip him over with a drop toehold. Kain wastes no time springing back to his feet, but Nick quickly kicks him in the gut and drops Kain with a DDT. Kain rolls over holding his face and Nick drops a knee in to the back of Kain's head. He picks the King Of Kings back to his feet and throws him in the ropes. As Kain bounces back, Nick lifts him over with a huge backbody drop. Nick poses for the fans to a chorus of boos.

Simone: Look at that, something in common with Veronica.

Nick turns around but Kain is on his knees. He punches Nick in the gut, but Nick drops an elbow on top of Kain's head. He pulls Kain to his feet and quickly steps to his side, dropping Kain back with a Russian leg sweep. Nick pulls Kain to his feet once more, not allowing Kain to recover and wraps his arms around his waist and lifts him over with a belly to belly suplex. Nick spins on top of Kain and goes for the cover

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Kain kicks out

HS: Finish this piece of trash Nick

Nick drags Kain to his feet and hits him with a right hand. He pulls the right hand back again and nails Kain with it again. Nick lifts Kain's chin with his left hand, kisses his right hand and throws it towards Kain's head

Adams: Three punch combo

Kain ducks the third hand and jumps up, nailing Nick with an Enziguri out of nowhere. Nick's eyes widen and he falls face first.

HS: What the hell are you doing Nick? Get up! Lucky shot from Kain

Simone: Nick's seeing stars

Adams: Or tweety birds

Kain looks towards the commentary table at Hot Stuff

HS: What do you want bitch?

Kain looks back to Nick and pulls him off the ground. Kain drops slightly and catches Nick with a European uppercut to the jaw. Nick stumbles backwards but Kain grabs him from behind, and lifts him over with a huge suplex, folding Nick in two! Kain pulls Nick to his feet again and smiles as he nails him with a huge shot in the jaw. Nick stumbles away from Kain but Kain quickly grabs his head and hooks him up with a quick snap suplex. Kain steps back and punts Nick in the ribs. Nick rolls towards the ropes but Kain plants another boot to Nick's ribs. Kain picks Nick up to his feet and rocks him with a left hand. As Nick tries to move away, Kain hooks up his head and drops Nick with an implant DDT! Kain goes for the cover.

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2...

Nick kicks out

Simone: Your boy nearly lost there boss

HS: No he never, he was never gonna lose to that

Kain pulls Nick to his feet and throws him in to the corner. Nick drops down and Kain charges in with a running knee to the face! Nick's head bounces off the turnbuckle. Nick holds on to the middle ropes and Kain grabs his feet and pulls him out, slamming the back of Nick's head in to the ground. Nick turns and tries to move away from Kain but Kain leans down over Nick. As he does, Nick puts his thumb in Kain's eye, blinding him for a few seconds. Nick scrambles over to his corner and tags in Veronica.

Simone: There was a thumb to the eye ref!

HS: I didn't see it

Veronica charges in and takes Raynin down to the ground with a tackle as she enters the ring. Veronica grabs hold of Raynin's head and bounces it off the floor. Veronica releases Raynin's head and slaps her hard across the face. Veronica gets to her feet and waits for Raynin to get back to her feet. As Raynin does, Veronica gets behind her and takes a handful of hair and pulls Raynin down across her knee with a backbreaker. Veronica drops down and goes for a cover on Raynin.

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2...

Raynin kicks out

As both women get to their feet, Raynin quickly grabs Veronica in a headlock and starts to punch her repeatedly in the face. Veronica screams out, waving her arms around. She straightens herself up, lifting Raynin off her feet but Raynin drops Veronica down with a bulldog. Raynin rolls Veronica over and goes for the cover.

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2...

Veronica kicks out

Adams: Both women having close calls there

HS: Ok, I've had enough of this

Hot Stuff stands up and walks towards the ring, grabbing a chair as he goes. Kain sees Hot Stuff with the chair and runs across the ring apron, diving off the ring apron towards the boss but Hot Stuff raises the chair and Kain dives head first in to it!

Adams: Kain just took himself out with a chair!

Simone: That's bull! Hot Stuff raised the chair!

Raynin puts her head between the ropes, yelling at Hot Stuff, but Hot Stuff looks at the fallen Kain and raises the chair again and drops it down across Kain knee, forcing the sound to echo through the arena. The fans start to boo as Hot Stuff lifts the chair once again.

Adams: Wait! What is she doing out here?

The camera turns to see Misty standing behind Hot Stuff. Misty pulls the chair from Hot Stuff's hand and looks at him before swinging the chair and hitting Raynin in the head!

Adams: The shot heard around the world!

Hot Stuff stares at Misty confused, but shrugs as she slides in the ring with the chair and slams it down across Raynin's back. Jasmine St John calls for the bell and walks over to Justin, informing him of her decision!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the winners, but disqualification.... Kain and Raynin!

Nick looks in the surprised and back at a shrugging Hot Stuff. Misty raises the chair again but The Fallen quickly run down the ramp and get in to the ring. Misty drops the chair and rolls out of the ring. Outside the ring, Hot Stuff picks up Kain and throws him head first in to the ring post. Hot Stuff drops Kain to the floor and moves around to Nick, who is furiously yelling at Hot Stuff.

Simone: This has turned in to chaos. The NWA Cruiserweight Champion has attacked the Bombshell champion, and cost Nick Jones and Veronica Taylor the match, the boss has taken out Kain and Nick Jones is not happy.

Adams: We're out of time here on Climax Control, we'll see you next week, when a lot of questions will have to be answered!




THANK YOU: To Chris, Mark, Erik, Johnny Brown, Tom, Casey, Maggie and to all our SCW roleplayers that make Sin City Wrestling worthwhile