The Wellblechpalast in Berlin, Germany is alive with energy as the fans of Sin City Wrestling stand and cheer, holding up signs for their favorite SCW superstars and Bombshells;

"Brandi can drink me under the table!"

"Tommy Staggs = Carrying on a legacy!"

"This is the only way Rage will go all the way!"

"True Brit Is Da Sh...!"

"Kickin' it Old Skool!"

"Was Bobby Cage in OZ?"

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 Berlin, Germany, and welcome to the final Climax Control before London Brawling!

The crowd cheers!

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

The fans cheer as Amanda prances out dressed as a German serving wench with a little extra padding for a whole lotta extra pounds perceived. The sounds of polka music plays across the sound system, and with beer and tray in hand, Amanda starts her performance.

Amanda: Here's a silly ditty,
You can sing it right away
Now, here is what you say
So sing it while you may

Here's a silly jingle,
You can sing it night or noon
Here's the words, that's all you need
'Cause I just sang the tune:

Oh, I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
I don't want her, you can have her,
She's too fat for me
She's too fat
She's too fat
She's too fat for me

I get dizzy
I get numbo
When I'm dancing
With my Jum-Jum-Jumbo

I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat
She's too fat
She's too fat for me

Can she prance up a hill?
No, no, no, no, no
Can she dance a quadrille?
No, no, no, no, no
Does she fit in your coupe?
By herself she's a group
Could she possibly
Sit upon your knee?
No, no, no

We don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
And she's too fat for me
But she's just right for me
We don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
Yeah, she's too fat,
Much too fat
But she's just right for me

She's so charming
And she's so winning
But it's alarming
When she goes in swimming

We don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
But she's just right for me
So I sure want her, you can't have her
She's just right for me
But she's too fat!
She's not too fat!
She's just right for me!

She's a twosome,
She's a foursome
If she'd lose some
I would like her more some

I don't want her, you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
She's too fat for me
I don't want her you can have her
She's too fat for me
She's too fat
Much too fat
She's too fat for me
Hey!

The music ends and the German fans applaud as Amanda prances about the stage, waving and blowing kisses. Then the laughs begin as a similarly dressed Cookie S'Mores walks out and Amanda turns around, and Cookie belly bumps her, sending her flying across the stage. Cookie then takes the beer off of her own tray and lifts it in a toast to the fans before drinking it down while walking off stage.

Simone: Hello and welcome to Berlin, Germany, where we are live for Climax Control! I'm Belinda Simone

Adams: And I'm Jason Adams, tonight will shape the future of SCW

Simone: That's right J, we are just two weeks away from London Brawling

Adams: It is set to be our biggest supercard in SCW history

Simone: Tonight, Rage take on Bobby "The Convict" Cage and Johnny Brown will take on Goth, the winner of these two matches will face each other tonight with the winner going on to face Nick Jones for the heavyweight title at London Brawling

Adams: We also have two debuts tonight, as Tommy Staggs debuts against Old Skool and Krystal Diamond takes on Brandi Shotze

Simone: And tonight's main event is nothing to be sneezed at as we have the battle of the champions

Adams: That's correct as SCW Roulette Champion Bo Dreamwolf and SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones to take on The SCW Tag Team Champions, Jordan Williams and Casey Williams

Simone: This is gonna be one hell of a good night

Adams: Right so what we waiting, what we waiting, what we waiting foooorrrrr?

Taped earlier today.

Everyone stood outside the Wellblechpalast turns to look The second they hear the blaring sirens. The fans are blocking the road as they make their way to Climax Control. Another blast of sirens and lights and they let the green and white Polizei van through.

JB: Alright Melons!

True Brit Johnny Brown is sat handcuffed in the back. He holds his cuffs up for the guard to see.

JB: C’mon ya mug I aint got all day. That’s rights take them off, now get out of me way. Big T*ts ain’t here ta talk to you Krauts.

RM:Johnny we didn’t think you were going to make it! SCW laywers have been tying to get you release since your arrest during you controversial promotional video earlier in the week. How did you get free?

JB: Rocky don’t worry your brain… cell about how I got out. Just worry about my opponent’s health when I step into that ring. Goth seems to doubt my credentials, while Rage and Cage well they flat out don’t like me. #RageIs7DSBitch. But when it’s all said an’ done only one of us with have earned that coveted SCW title shot, an’ that’ll be me Johnny Brown.

RM: You sound confident for a man with the least amount of experience in SCW-

JB: Who lit the fuse on your tampon? Are ya trying to rile me up Juggs? Now ya sound like everyone else, if a tree falls in the woods and no one is around does it make a sound? YES of course it does, so if I wrestled in a different company and none of the SCW Superstars have seen me does it count? YES.

Now keep my friends company, they are going to escort me to my flight immediately after me match, seems I have to leave the country once I claim my title shot… oh and Rocky I'd like to leave you with one thought… but I'm not sure you have anywhere to put it!

Justin: The following contest is the first semi final to become the number one contender to the heavyweight title. Introducing first, from Utrect, The Netherlands, weighting two hundred and thirty nine pounds, he is.... GOTH!

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

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: On his way to the ring... weighing in at 240lbs and hailing from GREAT Britain.. He is the True Brit... Joooohhnnnyyy Brooooooown.

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's ready.

As the bell rings, Goth jumps in and instantly grabs Johnny Brown in a headlock. Brown fights his way to the ropes, but Goth spins him around, pulling him away from the ropes. Johnny uses his strength and lifts Goth off his feet, slamming him over his shoulder with a back suplex. Goth releases the headlock and Johnny quickly gets to his feet, looking down on the painted Goth. Goth rolls over and gets to his knees and Brown steps back. Brown charges in and plants a kick, right to Goth's head

Adams: Cupid Stunt!

Simone: What did you just say?!?!

Adams: Cupid Stunt, it's what good ol' JB calls it

Goth rolls over and Brown immediately goes for the cover

Simone: Brown trying to end this one early

1...
2...

Adams: Goth not getting defeated this soon

Brown looks at referee, Drew Patton and pulls Goth to his feet, connecting hard with a European uppercut. Goth stumbles backwards, spinning him back from Johnny Brown, but Brown grabs his head and pulls him back to the center of the ring. Brown hooks up Goth's head and lifts him over with a Dynamite snap suplex

Adams: Brown paying tribute to the great British wrestler, The Dynamite Kid

Goth holds the base of his spin and Brown stands up, planting boots to Goth's chest. Brown puts his foot on Goth's face and pulls it away, scraping the sole of his boot across Goth's painted face. Brown pulls Goth to his feet and whips him hard in to the corner, Goth's back bouncing off with the impact. Brown charges in and spins in the air, crashing hard in to Goth and spinning around with a discus punch combo.

Adams: North Circular!

Goth stumbles out of the corner and Brown grabs him by the head, running his face along the top rope. Brown takes Goth by the wrist and throws him against the ropes, as Goth bounces back, Johnny ducks his head attempting a backbody drop but Goth hooks up Johnny's arms and drops him down with a double arm DDT! Crashing Brown's head to the ground! Goth gets up, his evil eyes peering around the crowd as he stands beside Brown and drops down with a fist drop. Goth hooks the leg as he goes for the pin

Simone: Goth nearly put this one to bed

Goth grabs Brown to his feet, slamming a hard shot to his jaw and dropping him backwards with a Russian legsweep. Goth smiles a twisted smile as he leans over Johnny and starts to pound heavy punches to his opponents head, right after right crashing down. Johnny covers up and spins around, kicking Goth from him and tries to get to his feet as quickly as possible but as he does, Goth takes him down with a huge clothesline, Johnny bounds back to his feet but again, Goth crashes through Brown with another huge clothesline, forcing Johnny's head to bounce off the canvas. Johnny rolls on to his stomach and Goth drops a big elbow to the back of Brown's head. Goth gets quickly to his feet as the fans boo loudly at the AWA owners actions. Goth pulls Brown back to his feet and whips him in to the ropes. As Brown flies backwards, Goth picks up Brown up and nails him with a spinning spinebuster. Goth rolls over Johnny and hooks a leg.

Simone: Goth focused on this match

Goth looks frustrated as he pulls Johnny to his feet once more and nails Brown with a knife edge chop across the chest. Johnny stumbles away from Goth, but Goth spins him back to face him. As he does, Johnny hooks his arms around Goth's waist and throws him over his shoulder, sending him crashing to the canvas.

Adams: What a turn around!

Johnny, looking refreshed, picks Goth to his feet and lifts him up like a suplex and drops him on the top rope, folding Goth over the rope. Johnny Brown grabs Goth by the head and pulls him off the top rope with the "British" bulldog.

Simone: British Bulldog

Adams: Where? Where?

As Belinda rolls her eyes, Johnny Brown measures Goth up and runs, nailing him with a knee drop across the head, forcing Goth to sit up and spring to his feet. As he does, Brown spears him to the mat!

Adams: Brit knee and spear! Oh, if only he was smart, he coulda called that move the Brit-Knee Spears! Get it?

Simone: Sadly, yes

Goth rolls to the ropes and Johnny grabs his ankles. As Goth grabs the middle rope, Johnny pulls Goth's ankles, sending him crashing face first to the canvas. Johnny walks over and stands over Goth as he rolls over and tries to pull him to his feet but Goth pulls Johnny down and catches him with a thumb to the eye! Brown stumbles backward, partially blinded. Goth quickly gets to his feet and moves towards Johnny. Johnny throws two strong random punches, his state of blindness forces him to miss both shots. Goth kicks Johnny in the gut and nails him with the Goth Drop! Goth goes for the cover

Adams: This could be it!

1...
2....

Simone: Oh my.... I thought this one was done!

Adams: Me too, I even had a fork to stick in him!

Goth waits on his feet, waiting for Johnny to get to his feet. As he does, Goth hooks Johnny's head up and lifts him, drilling him with the Chaos ADDT! Goth goes for the cover.

Justin: The winner of the match, and advancing to the finals.... Goth

Adams: Goth beats the True Brit!

Simone: Goth was considered a favourite at the start of the tournament and now he's showing why!

The dark room is lit only by a candle that illuminates a package sitting on the table. Suddenly, a door slowly opens and two female voices can be heard whispering to each other. The light from the hallway pours in, showing it off as a private locker room. As the fluorescent lights flicker on, Misty and Electra Blaze are seen walking in, closing the door behind themselves. They chuckle softly until Electra notices the package on the table. She points over to it so that Misty looks also.

She knocks it off, onto the ground, and the camera tumbles down with it. This camera scrambles out into a static when we switch to another overhead view. Misty walks over to the table, and notices a vase with several long stem black roses, and she picks one up and sniffs it, taking in its beautiful scent.

Misty: More like that adoring jackass ex of mine. This is really getting to be pathetic, you know? Every venue we tour, I find a dozen of these sitting in my locker room, or outside of my hotel room.

Electra: Maybe you just have something that keeps them coming back for more?

Misty twirls the rose around in her hand before dropping it to the ground. She stomps on it, smashing apart the pedals into mush. She picks up the vase with the remaining roses and she smashes it against the wall. Electra lets out an excited “WOOO!” as they sit down on the couch. The camera view switches once more to a remote view directly in front of them, through the eye of a stuffed teddy bear sitting on the coffee table in front of them.

Misty: Too bad he didn’t try spoiling me like this before, then maybe I wouldn’t have left his sad ass clutching his sack at the altar…

Misty picks up a chilled bottle of water from a nearby bucket and she takes a sip from it. Just then, she notices a medium sized box sitting underneath the coffee table. She gently picks it up and places it on top of the table, eying it suspiciously. She puts her finger to her chin, tapping curiously until Electra sighs and stands up, pulling a lighter out from her pocket. She then kicks the box across the room like a football as it goes into a blaze.

Misty: Hey, that might have been something good. I’m not above taking things from that loser, you know?

Misty holds her breath for a second, getting a funny look on her face. She shakes it off and then takes a drink from her water bottle. She sits on the arm of the couch, her face even more pale than usual. She shakes her head from side to side.

Misty: I think I am coming down with something... I need to…

Misty knocks over the bucket of chilled waters and runs into the bathroom. The sound is reminiscent of a frat boy after a regular Tuesday night. Electra looks down at the bucket, and the camera view switches back to overhead. She squints as she looks at the bottom of the bucket and all amusement drains from her face. The camera moves and a soft chuckling can be heard in the background. The phrase “DICK’D” is inscribed into the bottom of the bucket and she carries it toward the bathroom with her, knocking on the door.

Electra: Oh Misty, looks like you figured the wrong Staggs for this job. There was a message underneath the ice bucket for you, and it was a one word apostrophe D kind of message.

Misty comes out of the bathroom, holding a plush penis doll in her hand and a scowl spread across her face. She nods her head, until that second sip hits her and she dashes back into the bathroom. Electra shakes her head, noticing another medium sized box sitting on the ground outside of the bathroom. She picks it up and tears the neat red bow from the black wrapping, and opens the top of the box. Inside, she pulls out a black haired doll from it. She drops the box and the camera view switches from the dolls eyes to see Electra admiring it, then it switches to their side, picking up on the doll, and it’s unmistakable likeness to Misty, down to the make up and white wedding dress. The little doll is even wearing a mini championship belt over her shoulder. Electra sets it down on the chair and then a smile spreads across her face once more. As Misty comes out of the bathroom again, she looks down at the doll and her face almost flushes.

Misty: That’s fucking creepy… The eyes are following me.

Just as she said, the eyeballs move around, following Misty’s every action. She notices another couple of boxes, all wrapped the same, and very well hidden. She grits her teeth and looks into the eyes of the doll.

Misty: Get a life, you pathetic, moronic, lazy piece of shit, Jamie! Nobody likes you, or your screwed up little family…

A gasping sound can be heard from off camera followed by a light sort of chuckle. Misty looks down and sees a string that says “Pull Me”. Against her better judgment she does, and a creepy sound of children laughing seems to echo throughout the entire room. Just then, Jamie bursts through the doors, laughing.

Jamie: You just got…

Before he can finish, every box in the room lets off a small explosion, as well as the doll right in front of Misty. She jumps back in shock as the smoke and fire slowly rise in the room. Jamie’s jaw drops and he slowly starts to back out of the room.

Jamie: That… that wasn’t me, I just made you puke…!

He shakes his head in disbelief as Misty is just in complete shock. She shakes her head, clinching her jaws in disbelief. Electra looks around as if she were a kid in a candy store.

Electra: Cool…!

Misty: WHAT THE HELL! That could have killed me you idiot!

Jamie: It wasn’t me, I swear… I just did the epiwhatever oil in your waters…

Electra watches it like a child watches a cloud float by. Security comes in and immediately cuffs Jamie as stagehands come in with fire extinguishers. Electra tries to fight them off as best she can, as if they were destroying something, rather than saving it.

Misty: Lock his ass up! I want to press as many charges as I can, because that’s better than what I want to do to him right now…

The camera switches back to one of the burning dolls, as through the smoke and flames, you can see just a hint of what is going on. A warped voice laughs before the scene cuts out.

The whole arena goes completely black. A few seconds later, Slow Chemical by Finger Eleven starts to play. A few seconds into the music Rage appears from behind backstage and stands at the top of the ramp for a few seconds before he starts walking to the ring. The crowd cheers him on, as he heads to the ring with a very focused, yet evil look on his face, showing ill intentions towards his opponent. He steps onto the ring apron, entering the ring by stepping over the top rope. He walks over and signals for a mic, and one is handed to him. Rage then walks to the center of the ring, and raises the mic to speak.

Rage: In just a few minutes I’m going to beat the hell out of Bobby ‘The Convict” Cage to advance to the next round of this knockout tournament to become the number one contender for the Heavyweight title.

The crowd cheers him.

Rage: Now, before I do that I wanted to send a message to our current champion, if you can even call him that, Nick Jones.

The crowd boos at the mentioning of Nick’s name.

Rage: Nick came out here last week and ran his mouth and just proved to us even more what he is in this company…a little bitch!

The crowd laughs and cheers for the Sin of Wrath.

Rage: Nick had very few words to say about this knockout tournament. He didn’t have much to say about any one of the guys who at this moment are gunning for that title he carries around. No, Nick Jones chose to do what every other asshole in this company chooses to do week in and week out. Whine and cried and complained that he wasn’t handed this opportunity or that opportunity. He’s bragging just because he’s got so many wins in his record so far here in SCW, but he’s not thinking about one thing. He hasn’t faced ME!

Rage lowers the mic for just a second, then cracks his neck, as he gets a frustrated look on his face.

Rage: Nick Jones may have successfully defended his title a few times already, but once he faces me, and I promise you all that he will, that title will be mine. I’m not going to be like Justin Underwood.

Rage smirks and laughs, as the crowd boos at the mention of the former SCW champion.

Rage: Yeah, don’t even get me started on that coward..the first of many, actually. You see, SCW is just full of cowards. Cowards that, for some reason, when set to face Nick Jones have up and disappeared or walked out of the company. Justin Underwood…Blade Alexander…Damon Synn…’Blaque Hart’ Bruce Evans. Four guys that ran scared from big bad Nick Jones! It’s pathetic and makes my blood boil just thinking about it!!

The anger and frustration just starts to unleash as Rage continues to speak. His face reddens, and you can almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

Rage: All these assholes in this company want to bitch and cry, thinking they deserve to be the champion, but none of them do! No, tonight is the beginning of the end for Nick Jones’ reign here in SCW. He may have lucked out beating Blade Alexander to win the title, and then lucked out when he defended it against Kain and Damon Synn. Hell, the victory over Bruce Evans was practically handed to him…anyone can beat that loud mouthed little sissy, but tonight…Tonight, Nick Jones, you find out that your next opponent…

Rage points to himself.

Rage: …will be your toughest opponent yet. Nick, tonight I plan to send a very big, and very LOUD message to you when I first get through Bobby Cage, and then go on to beat Johnny Brown or Goth. I’m going to show them, and you Nick, a taste of what you’re in for at London Brawling. You’ve been a World Champion before, and now you’re the Heavyweight Champion, but you’re time is up, and my time is now. I’m sick and tired of watching worthless pieces of crap claim they’re champion material. There is only one person in this company who deserves that title, and you’re all looking at him right now. Watch real closely Nick. You’ll need to prepare for the ass-whooping that’s coming your way in a few weeks.

Rage then throws the mic down, and looks towards the backstage, waiting for Bobby “The Convict” Cage to come out.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is our second semi final of the number one contenders tournament, introducing in the ring..... RAGE!

The fans cheer as Rage raises his hand

Justin Decent: And his opponent, making his way to the ring first… Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, weighing in at 231 pounds, he is… BOBBY “THE CAGE” CONVICT!!!

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 his opponent to get to the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

The monstrous Rage limbers up a bit in the corner as he keeps his eyes on Bobby the Convict Cage who is jogging back and forth in his own corner. He advances toward Rage, but once Rage takes a few steps forward, Convict really sees the size advantage and he takes a step back. The two eyeball each other, mouthing things back and forth as the fans prepare to watch the carnage that will surely ensue.

”Kick seinen Esel! Kick seinen Esel! Kick seinen Esel!”

Simone: The audience is calling for action, and they are making it very clear.

Adams: I don’t like to agree to things I don’t understand, but I am tired of watching these two dilly dally around. One of these men is going on to face later on tonight to find out who will be challenging Nick Jones for the SCW Heavyweight Championship at London Brawling, and we all want to know who that will be.

Rage looks out into the audience and begins shouting at them, and that is when Convict comes crashing in with a hard blow to the back of Rage’s head. From their he assaults the big man with a series of knee jabs, clubbing elbows, and hard hooks and uppercuts. The audience cheers at the sight, as Rage falls to one knee, but he doesn’t stay there long as he powers up with a hard jab to the throat of Convict, and then a hard chop to his chest. He tosses Convict to the ropes and lets out a primal yell as he lifts up his leg for a massive Big Boot. However, Convict ducks it and comes back with a precise legsweep that takes Rage’s size advantage away completely. He mounts Rage and begins pounding away with hard-knuckled punches to his forehead that sends the crowd into a frenzy.

Simone: Bobby the Convict Cage has been nothing short of impressive since he signed with Sin City Wrestling. The man tamed the monster known as Damon Synn, he nearly dethrowned the Roulette Champion in Amsterdam, and he advanced to the second round of this tournament. We might very well see him facing Nick Jones at London Brawling with a resume like that.

Convict gets up after a while and lays in a few good stomps to Rage. He looks out to the crowd, taunting them as they boo loudly. Their boos turn to cheers as Rage slowly gets up. Cage nods his head in approval until Rage gets up behind him and wraps his massive hand around Cage’s throat. He lifts him up in a sort of Chokeslam position, and holds him there mouthing to him. He then sends Convict down to the mat, shaking it with a loud BOOM! Convict rolls around a bit as Rage stalks him, an angry scowl covering his face. Convict comes up to a knee and Rage dashes toward the ropes. He gingerly bounces off of them, and as he comes back toward Cage, he drops him with the Big Boot intended for earlier.

Adams: Wait, what was you just saying, Belinda? You know, about Bobby the Convict Cage facing Nick Jones? You must’ve forgot he’s got to get past the Sin of Wrath, Rage himself in order to face Nick Jones at London Brawling.

Simone: I never said that Rage wasn’t a force to be reckoned with, but don’t be surprised if Cage walks away with the victory. That’s all I am saying. Both men are fierce competitors, Jason.

Adams: I’m just calling what’s in front of me, and right now, Rage is handing Convict his arse.

Rage hovers over Convict, grabbing his hands, and wrapping them around Convict’s neck, he makes him choke himself as Convict struggles to escape. Rage grits his teeth and continues to choke his foe. Jason Adams can be heard chuckling into his headset.

Adams: Am I the only one picturing Jamie Staggs kneeling down beside them, screaming “Quit choking yourself, quit choking yourself!”?

Simone: Apparently… I often wondered if you two graduated from the same University, though.

The referee comes over, a bit confused about how to call it, but settles on telling Rage to break it. Rage gets up and stomps his foot in anger as he yells at the referee. He gets into a real shouting match, exclaiming “HE WAS DOING IT TO HIMSELF!” Jason Adams is heard about losing it at the table when Rage grabs onto the ref’s shirt. The ref threatens to disqualify Rage. And he begrudgingly lets go. Just before he can turn around, Cage catches him with a low blow and a quick roll up pin. The referee drops down for the count.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Rage throws his shoulder up in a furious display. Cage rolls off and drops an elbow to Rage’s chest. He gets up and quickly drops down with another. He lays in several boots for good measure before lifting Rage up with all of his strength. He tosses Rage into the ropes and then as he comes back, Rage hits him with a kitchen sink, and then he bounces off of the ropes once more, only to Cage to lift him off of the ground with an atomic drop that causes Rage’s angry face to turn redder (if that’s at all possible). He then charges off of the opposite ropes and lands a hard Lou Thesz Press that causes both men to tumble down to the mat. Convict unleashes a fury or harder and faster punches almost quick as lightening.

Simone: And this is why I say Convict stands a good chance in this battle. Rage is a powerhouse, but Cage knows how to capitalize on the fact that Rage is easily distracted. His anger is a gift in this business, but Convict is here to show that it can be a curse as well.

Convict gets up and pumps himself up, breathing heavily as he steps back. He puts his fists up in standard boxing form, ready for Rage to get up. He mutters words of “encouragement” to Rage who groggily gets up. Convict steadies his fists as Rage gets into the right position. He nails him with a hard uppercut, followed by a second, third, and fourth. He kisses his right fist before landing the final blow to Rage’s head. As Rage stumbles back, Cage hits him with a boot to the gut, and sets him up for the hard DDT.

Adams: The Ol’ One Two Punch! No way, is it over? I don’t believe it!

Simone: Hmm, I told you not to be surprised if… What?

As Convict stands there, trying to drop Rage down with a DDT, Rage lifts him off of the ground in a makeshift version of a Sidewalk Slam that rocks the foundation of the ring. The crowd cheers him on as he looks around, letting out an angry growl that turns into a primal scream. This elevates the audience’s reaction as he stumbles over to Convict. He picks him up by the back of his wifebeater and yanks him up to his feet. Rage lifts him up over his shoulders and sets him up for The Death Drop. He takes a moment to take it in before his scowl returns to his face. Just then, Convict weasels down his back, shoving him hard into the turnbuckle. The audience is astounded.

Simone: This is the battle of the reversal here, and both men are bringing it hard! Convict is setting Rage up for the Hard Time Piledriver here.

Cage has hoisted Rage up to the top rope, and has his head tucked between his legs, signaling for the drop. He pulls him downward, but Rage hooks his feet on the top rope. Convict goes club him on the back, but Rage tosses him back. Convict grasps onto the top turnbuckle as Rage turns around. He uses the height advantage to set him up for the Death Drop once again. This time, he climbs to the first turnbuckle, then the second. He jumps off, landing Cage hard on his head. Rage drops down for the cover, wasting no time.

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: And your winner, advancing to the finals of the Knockout Tournament… RAGE!!!

Adams: I told you, Belinda! Rage is advancing, and could very well be the man to face Nick Jones at London Brawling!

Rage gets up from the cover and raises his arm in victory. He looks out into the audience cheering him on, and he lets on a sadistic smile as he exits the ring to ready himself for the next match.

We fade in on the Las Vegas Strip. It is a busy night like any other, hundreds of tourist, vagrants and other freaks move along but the camera focuses on one man. He wears a jacket made of colorful patches and pieces of other jackets and has a faded fedora on. He looks like another vagrant but looks around as if he is a tourist.

"Hey you, kid. The one with the t-shirt. Where is the show tonight? I meant to be in town sooner but got way to drunk at the Bunny Ranch." he asks reaching in his jacket for his flash.

The teens look as if they don't know what to do with him, but the one with the T-shirt speaks up. "Yeah the show is going on right now man, but they are in some ice rink in Germany."

The voiceover man who seems to follow Aleksei speaks up. "ALEKSEI KOJI DOES NOT CHECK HIS VOICEMAIL"

Aleksei takes a drink and than sighs "I didn't even know I had voice mail. Can you guys get the show on your phones I want to see who wins that Champions of Champion thingy."

"You guys old enough to drink?" he ask passing his flask around. As the scene fades out you can hear Aleksei say "maybe next week I will even make it to ring."

Backstage in the building, two of the members of the Seven Deadly Sins, Synn himself and Gabriel, are walking down the hallway in an earnest discussion.

Gabriel: So how did Despy react when you told him you got us the tag team title match in London?

Synn smirked.

Synn: He went off straight away to start a strategy session with Angel.

Gabriel arched an eyebrow.

Gabriel: Oh that should be interesting.

He laughs.

Gabriel: Despy plotting our strategy is wild enough, but factor in whatever the bear can cook up and...

Gabriel stops in mid stride and put a hand to the side of his head and shakes it in disbelief.

Gabriel: Fuckin' A! I did it again!

Synn looks down at him and pats the man's shoulder in sympathy.

Synn: it happens to all of us. That bear is so real to Joshua that his habits are starting to rub off on us.

The two start walking again and Gabriel arches a brow and murmurs through the corner of his mouth.

Gabriel: Just do me a favor and shoot me if I ever start having private conversations with Angel, will ya?

Synn laughs.

Synn: I'll make a note of it!

Gabriel: So you hear anything from the Aristocrats side? They had this title match all to themselves at first. Can't imagine they were too happy when you negotiated me and Despy into the mix.

Synn: Who cares?

Gabriel shrugs but wears that distinct smile on his handsome face.

Gabriel: Yeah that's kinda what I was hoping you'd say. We already beat those twat waffles once. Beating them again with gold on the line will be even sweeter.

Synn: You realize that when you win the championships at this show, it'll be the second time you won tag team titles with Joshua in London?

Gabriel nods.

Gabriel: Trust me, you don't forget a thing like that. Ha ha. Despy wouldn't let me. He's been reminding me of that fact since you told him about the match.

The two turn the corner and before anything else could be said, they stop in their tracks at the sight before them. There, flanking their dressing room door, is Despayre standing to the right, and his muscle bound pal, Big B to the left. Both are dressed comically in Oktoberfest style attire of Lederhosen with suspenders, pullover shirt, hat with feather, tanned shorts (in B's case, very tight short-shorts), and knee socks.

Gabriel: O-kaayyy. This is new.

He and Synn slowly approach the duo and Despayre turns his head and his face brightens with a smile.

Despayre: Hiya Gabriel! Hi Synn.

Synn: Joshua ... what are you and your friend up to?

B looks at Synn like the answer should be obvious.

Big B: Guarding your dressing room, what else would we be doing?

Gabriel and Synn exchange a look.

Synn: Uh, right. Look, we just need to get in here for a moment to get my phone.

Synn goes to grasp the door knob when B reaches his beefy arm out and blocks his path.

Big B: Nein.

Synn turns his head slowly and looks at the muscle bound human mastodon and raises his eyebrows.

Synn: Excuse me?

Big B: You can't go in.

Synn: According to whom, may I ask?

B answers simply by pointing toward Despayre who smiles and waggles his fingers in a greeting of "hi".

Synn: Joshua, what is going on?

Despayre: It's like Bernard here said...

Gabriel: Bernard?

B looks at Despayre who blinks innocently.

Despayre: What? It's a cool name.

Big B: I don't like it. Just call me B.

Despayre: Gotcha Bernie!

B groans as Synn folds his arms over his chest.

Synn: Joshua, Gabriel and I need to get in there.

Despayre: Nein!

Gabriel: Why not?

Despayre looks around, leans at the waist to gaze in all directions of the hallway, then beckons them closer with a wag of the finger.

Despayre: Angel is in there.

Gabriel: So?

Despayre: So he's busy devising top secret strageties for our tag team match in London.

Synn: And what do these strageties have to do with us retrieving my phone?

Despayre frowns.

Despayre: Hello, duh. Top secret? Nobody is allowed to see them.

Gabriel exhales sharply and looks to Synn before returning his gaze to the two befuddling characters in front of him.

Gabriel: Well that's a real shame Despy because Synn and I just wanted to let you guys know the cotton candy vendor just finished a fresh batch and...

*SLAM!*

Despayre immediately vanishes behind the closed door of the dressing room and within seconds, is back out with Angel in his arms and hurrying off down the hall. B blinks, looks at Synn and Gabriel, then the door, then opts to take off after Despayre. Gabriel smiles at Synn.

Gabriel: Yeah I thought that'd work.

Synn: Nicely done.

Synn opens the door and walks into the dressing room with Gabriel following right behind. What greets them is a perplexing sight as the room is almost completely devoid of light save for one overhanging lamp lit shining on a small kiddie table. And at that table was seated Angel dressed in a German military outfit of a General's rank. There is laughter from the audience and Gabriel looks up and ponders.

Gabriel: Did Despy just accomplish the impossible and make the Germans laugh?

Synn goes over towards his locker to get his phone as Gabriel's curious nature gets the better of him and he approaches the small desk and looks at the manilla folder atop of it. He leans in and almost barks in laughter.

Gabriel: Hey Synn, get a load of this.

Grabbing his phone and shutting the locker door, Synn walks up and Gabriel holds out the folder which clearly reads on the cover;

"GENERAL ANGEL'S 101 STEP PLAN FOR WORLD DOMINATION"

Synn frowns and with a finger, flips the folder open so that he and Gabriel can look at he contents of the papers pinned inside.

Synn: Step one ... oh poor Shane.

Gabriel flips a few pages and looks at it.

Gabriel: Check out step forty-seven. That could actually work!

Synn: Okay, we best put that back where you found it before Joshua figures out we've been in here.

Gabriel looks up at him and smiles widely.

Gabriel: Aww! Don't tell me you're afraid of Despy and...

A noise is heard outside in the hallway and Gabriel shoves the folder into Synn's arms and rushes toward the dressing room door! Synn plops the folder down and hurries after him.

Simone: Well up next, it's time for the finals of the SCW Knockout Tournament where the winner's of tonights earlier matches, Goth and Rage, will face off for...

Before Belinda can get out another word, she is suddenly interrupted as "Cocky" by Kid Rock starts to blast through the arena, eliciting boos from the crowd.

Simone: Oh great, what does he want?

Adams: What, now you have a problem with the champ scouting out his future opponent?

Simone: No, I have a problem with the fact that I'm going to have to listen to him.

Nick walks out from the back, with Diana on his arm and his SCW Heavyweight Championship around his waist. As Nick makes his way down the ramp, just a few moments later, his personal muscle of Tony and Big B come out along with him. All four of them walk down the ramp and then around the ring towards the announcers table. Tony and Big B stand off to the side while Nick and Diana take a seat at the announce table, with Nick putting a headset on to join on commentary.

Adams: And we're now being joined by SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones! Nick, it's great to have you here.

Nick: Of course it is. At least now you've got something to liven up this snoozefest of a parade of nobodies that keeps coming down to this ring. Isn't that right, Belinda?

Simone: Can we just move on to the match already?

Nick: Can't wait to find out who's ass I'm going to kick in a couple of weeks, huh? I can understand that.

At that point, Justin Decent walks to the center of the ring, microphone in hand, to begin introductions for the match.

Justin: Ladies and Gentleman, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the finals of the SCW Knockout Tournament! Introducing first, from Utrecht, Netherlands, weighing in at 239 pounds... GOTH!

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

Justin: And his opponent, weighing in at 300 pounds... RAGE!

The whole arena goes completely black. A few seconds later, Slow Chemical by Finger Eleven starts to play. A few seconds into the music Rage appears from behind backstage and stands at the top of the ramp for a few seconds before he starts walking to the ring. The crowd cheers him on, as he heads to the ring with a very focused, yet evil look on his face, showing ill intentions towards his opponent.

The bell rings and the two men start to circle about each other in the ring for a few moments. They then both take a step in at each other and quickly lock into a collar and elbow tieup. After just a few moments of struggling, Rage uses his size and strength advantage to toss Goth back, who goes stumbling backwards until crashing back into the corner. Goth hestitates for a few moments before then stepping back out into the center of the ring. The two go to tie up again, but this time Goth quickly plants a knee into the ribs of Rage, and then follows it up with an uppercut right under the chin to the hunched over big man. The shot sends Rage stumbling back, but not off of his feet. With that, Goth immediately charges in at Rage to try to take him down, but Rage quickly reacts and drives a shoulder into Goth, dropping him to the mat with a shoulder block.

Simone: Well Goth is hardly small or weak, but he's got his work cut out for him with the much larger Rage here.

Adams: No kidding. What do you think about the possibility of having to face someone that big, Nick?

Nick: Well considering I'm not stupid enough to just run straight into that big lumbering oaf, I don't think I'd have much to worry about.

Rage waits as Goth starts to get back up to his feet, and as he starts to push himself up, Rage drops down a big forearm smash across the back of Goth, knocking him back down to the mat. Rage waits and then does the same again as Goth starts to get back up. Goth then crawls over closer to Rage and starts to use him to pull himself back up. Rage reaches down and goes to grab Goth, but as he does Goth nails him with a stiff right hand right to the stomach, doubling him over. Goth then quickly gets back up to his feet and nails a stiff chop right across the chest of Rage, sending him sprawling straight back up. Goth then leaves his feet and nails a dropkick right to the chin of Rage, sending him crashing down to the mat in a heap.

Adams: The big man's off his feet!

Nick: What a novel concept.

With Rage down on the ground, Goth quickly springs back up and then runs to the ropes, bounces back and drops an elbow into the chest of Goth. Rage then hooks the legs for a quick cover.

1.. Rage kicks out.

Simone: He may have gone down, but he's not going to stay down that easily.

Nick: Such insightful commentary, toots.

Simone: This is going to be a loooooong match.

Goth grabs Rage and pulls him up to his feet before tossing him back into the turnbuckle. Goth then starts to unload on Rage with a flury of knife-edge chops straight across the chest, having them echo through the arena and quickly turning Rage's chest into a bright red. Goth then pulls Rage out of the corner and goes to irish whip him across the ring, but Rage reverses it, sending Goth crashing into the far turnbuckle. Rage then runs in and charges straight into the Goth in the far corner, smashing him against the turnbuckle. Rage then backs off as Goth stumbles out, and as he stumbles straight towards Rage, Rage nails him with a big boot right to the face. Rage then measures Goth up, waiting as he stumbles back to his feet and as he does, grabs him straight around the throat. Rage then goes to lift Goth up for a chokeslam, but Goth wiggles out of Rage's grip and manages to float over right behind him before reaching back and grabbing Rage by the head and dropping him with a neckbreaker. Goth goes for the cover.

1..
2.. Rage kicks out.

Simone: A great counter there, but Rage kicks out after 2.

Goth slams his hands on the mat in frustration and then backs off, waiting for Rage to get up. As Rage starts to reach his feet, Goth quickly runs to the ropes, bouncing off and coming charging back at Rage. As Goth gets towards Rage, he leaps up at him, but Rage quickly reacts and catches Goth and plants him with a powerslam. Rage holds on, hooking the leg for the pin.

1..
2.. Goth kicks out.

Adams: Wow, that powerslam out of nowhere nearly put this one away.

Nick: Out of nowhere? I saw that one coming from a mile away.

Simone: Of course you did.

Nick: Well I'm just happy that I get to either face a guy who's so stupid that he tips his hand for his next move well in advance, or a guy who's too stupid to even notice that.

Rage gets up and pulls Goth back up to his feet, lining him up before drilling him with a big right hand that sends him stumbling back into the corner. Rage follows Goth into the corner and then htis him with a big elbow right to the side of the head, before hip tossing him out of the corner, sending him flying halfway across the ring before crashing down to the mat. Rage then follows in after Goth and as he gets back to his feet irish whips him into the ropes. As Goth bounces back, Rage then catches him and plants him right back down with a big spinebuster!

Adams: That one HAD to hurt!

Rage then pulls Goth back up onto his feet, then grabs Goth and presses him up over his head. However, before he can do anything else, Goth slides out of it, dropping down behind Rage. He then quickly grabs Rage from behind, using all of his strength to lift up the much bigger man and dropping back back down with a belly to back suplex! Goth quickly gets back up as Rage stumbles to his feet and nails with a quick kick to the gut. As Rage doubles over, Goth pulls him and brings him straight over with a snap suplex. Goth then springs back up and waits, measuring Rage up as he's slowly retunring to his feet. As Rage gets up, Goth plants another kick to the gut, pulls him in and then quickly drops Rage with the Goth Drop!! Goth hooks both legs for the cover.

1..
2..
3, NO.. Rage BARELY kicks out before the three count.

Simone: Wow, Rage just manages to kick out before the three. This one was almost over.

Nick: He seriously almost lost to THAT move? You've got to be kidding me.

Simone: Oh will you just give it a rest.

Nick: What? What'd I say?

Goth slams his fists against the mat in anger before getting up and getting into the face of the referee, arguing over the count. In the meantime, Rage gets back up and tries to shake off the flurry of moves he was just hit with. As Goth sees Rage getting up, he quickly turns back towards him but it seems to be too late, as Rage quickly grabs him and lifts him up over his shoulder to set him up for the Death Drop! Goth manages to kick his legs and fight out of it, sliding off of Rage's shoulder and gettign down behind him. Goth then grabs Rage from behind to set him up for the Gothic Dream! However, Rage manages to counter back as he sends some elbows back into the head of Goth to fight him off. Rage then spins around, grabs the stumbling Goth and plants him into the mat with a DDT. Rage goes for the cover.

1..
2.. Goth kicks out.

Rage gets up and then moves back in towards the downed Goth, but Goth manages to take him down with a drop toehold. Goth then quickly gets up before coming right back with a fist drop onto the back of Rage's head. Goth then pulls Rage up and goes to irish whip him, but Rage counters sending Goth into the ropes. Rage then drops down a back body drop, but Goth manages to stop short and nails a kick right to the face of Rage, sending him standing straight back up before leaping up to drop the larger Rage with a clothesline right across the throat. Goth pulls Rage back up and this time successfully irish whips Rage across the ring, and as he hits the ropes and comes back, grabs him and plants him with a spinebuster! Goth hooks the leg for the cover.

1..
2.. Rage powers out.

Simone: An impressive move for Goth to hit on the much bigger Rage, but Rage will just not stay down.

Goth seems to be getting even more frustrated as he gets back up and pulls Rage up with him. Goth grabs Rage by the head but before he can go any further with a move, Rage wraps his arms around Goth and takes him up and over with a northern lights suplex. Rage gets up and pulls Goth to his feet before irish whipping him into the corner. As Goth hits the turnbuckle, Rage goes charging right in after him, but Goth manages to get a foot up, nailing Rage right in the face and sending him reeling back. Goth quickly climbs up to the top rope as Rage attempts to recover, and as soon as Rage turns back towards Goth, he leaps off at Rage, but Rage manages to actually catch Goth in mid-air! Rage then pulls Goth over his shoulder, sets him up and drives him head first into the mat with the Death Drop!! Rage hooks both legs for the pin.

1..
2..
3!!!

Justin: The winner of your match, and number one contender to the SCW Heavyweight Championship at London Brawling... RAGE!!!

Nick: If you two would excuse me, that's my cue.