Amanda: My mama told me when I was hatched
Act like a superstar
Save your allowance, buy a bubble dress
And someday you will go far
Now on red carpets, well, I'm hard to miss
The press follows everywhere I go
I'll poke your eye out with a dress like this
Back off and enjoy the show!

I'm sure my critics will say it's a grotesque display
Well, they can bite me, baby -- I perform this way
I might be wearin' Swiss cheese or maybe covered with bees
It doesn't mean I'm crazy -- I perform this way

Ooo, my little monsters pay... lots 'cause I perform this way
Baby, I perform this way
Ooo, don't worry, I'm okay... hey, I just perform this way
I'm not crazy, I perform this way

I'll be a troll or evil queen
I'll be a human jelly bean
'Cause every day is Halloween
For me...

I'm so completely original
My new look is all the rage
I'll wrap my small intestines 'round my neck
And set fire to myself on stage
I'll wear a porcupine on my head
On a W-H-I-M
And for no reason now I'll sing in French
Excusez-moi, Qui a pété? (Who cut the cheese?)

Got my straight jacket today, it's made of gold lamé
No, not because I'm crazy - I perform this way
I strap prime rib to my feet, cover myself with raw meat
I'll bet you've never seen a skirt steak worn this way

Don't be offended when you see
My latest pop monstrosity
I'm strange, weird, shocking, odd, bizarre
I'm Frankenstein, I'm Avatar
There's nothing too embarrassing
I'll honestly do anything
But wear white after Labor Day
'Cause baby, I perform this way

Hope you won't think it's cliché if I go nude today
Don't call the cops now, baby, I perform this way
No reason I should regret all the attention I get
I'm not completely crazy, I perform this way, yeah

I perform this way-hey, I perform this way-hey
I'm always deviating from the norm this way-hey
I perform this way-hey, I perform this way-hey
I'm really not insane -- I just perform this way-hey

The song ends and the flashes from the paparazzi's cameras go off repeatedly with Amanda posing and the crowd cheering and applauding.

The finals of the SCW Bombshell Tag Team tournament will be held to determine the brand new Bombshell Tag Team Championship!

Simone: WOW! What an announcement!

Adams: SCW Into The Void has been announced! Now maybe Hot Stuff Mark Ward can stop teasing Odette Ryder on Twitter now about knowing the name.

Simone: What a great way to start off Climax Control! Hello and welcome to SCW Climax Control. I'm Belinda Simone

Adams: And I'm Jason Adams

Simone: Tonight takes us one step closer to the just announced Into The Void, where the Bombshell tag titles will be decided, tonight, we bring you two more matches in that tournament.

Adams: She's right people, we have The Party Girls up against the Freakettes

Simone: And enemies Vixen and Misty, teaming up to take on Kittie and a mystery partner

Adams: After Finesse Levon decided SCW wasn't the right fit, Kittie has been left in the lurch, but SCW has said that Kittie will have a partner tonight.

Simone: Lucian Frost also returns tonight against the ever dangerous Goth.

Adams: Weapon X makes his debut of sorts tonight, in his first match under SCW Banner, and not NWA, Weapon X will take on Bobby The Convict Cage. What a great signing X could be.

Simone: The arrogant Matt Barnes is also in action tonight against the bad ass Lucas Darby. I spoke to Christian in the week, he has amazingly high hopes for Darby.

Adams: And in tonights main event, as set up by Nick Jones. Rage, Jordan Williams, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans and Bo Dreamwolf will square off to determined the number one contender to the Heavyweight title.

Simone: Plus so much more action.

Adams: So lets dooooooooo it! Come on!

Jason Adams: Today marks the return of Frost and he has a big test ahead of him!

Belinda Simone: No kidding! He has to deal with the federation head honcho, Goth, in what is sure to be a great clash between the two opponents!

Justin Decent: This match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from the far reaches of sanity, weighing at 165 lbs....LUCIAN FROST!!!!!!

The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.

Simone: The crowd is happy to see one of their favorites return in action finally!

Decent: Introducing his opponent! From Utrecht, the Netherlands, now residing in New York, weighing at 239 lbs, he is known as “The Godfather Of The AWA”.....GOTH!!!!!!!!!!

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

Adams: Goth, as always, looks imposing and it will take a lot out of Frost or maybe some luck to make him win this battle!

Simone: Goth has power and brute strength on his side while Frost relies on his ability to be fast and be quick in the air. It will be interesting to see, Adams, on who will emerge victorious!

DING! DING! DING!

VS
SINGLES MATCH

The two men circle around the ring, Frost looking up at Goth, while Goth looks down on his opponent, due to their size difference. They clash in the middle of the ring by locking horns, with Goth able to push back his smaller foe into the lower-right turnbuckle. The referee orders Goth to let go and he slowly backs away, then nails Frost with a vicious uppercut! Frost stumbles forward and Goth catches him, executing a belly-to-belly suplex! He hits the ropes and lands a fist drop onto Frost’s chest! Frost rolls onto his chest and Goth is quick enough to land the chickenwing crossface! But Frost proves to be quicker than his larger opponent and quickly scrambles for the ropes, saving himself before any further damage can happen. Goth gets up and kicks him violently in the head and stomach. Then he raises Frost to his feet and sends him to the ropes. Frost runs to the opposite side, Goth following him. Unfortunately for Goth, he didn’t expect the springboard back elbow that lands directly at his jaw. Goth staggers back, allowing Frost to hit Goth further with a running front dropkick. That sends Goth to the ropes and as he comes back, Frost grabs him and lands a swinging Russian legdrop that drops Goth to the mat, head-first! Frost turns him around and goes for the pin, hooking the leg!

Simone: The crowd is not pleased with Goth’s choice as he was about a second away from being declared as the loser of this bout!

Frost gets back on his feet and lands two elbows into Goth, trying to slow him down a bit. Then he picks up the big man and connects with two slaps to the chest. Then he made the mistake of trying to toss him to the ropes, as Goth reverses it and turns his opponent’s world upside down with a devastating clothesline! The crowd is once again quick enough to boo as Goth glances at them, telling them to shut up as he then focuses on Frost, picking up the confused man and throwing him into the lower-left turnbuckle hard. Frost’s back feels the blow harshly and he can’t hope for groin, but his chest gets squashed heavily by Goth’s incoming charge, his battle cry roaring as he slams into him. Goth takes a step back, admiring his art of destruction as Frost slowly limps forward, then Goth catches Frost by surprise and hurls him to the ground via spinebuster with thunderous impact! Goth looks at the crowd, trash-talking for a second before he regains focus on Frost once more, watching the helpless man get up. Then he quickly subdues him from behind and initiates The Gothic Dream and pulling him down to the ground. The crowd yells for Frost, trying to encourage him to get out of it!

Simone:Not unless if Frost is able to recover himself quick enough to get ouf of it in time!

Goth is yelling in Frost’s ears, telling him to quit, that there’s no point in continuing on with this fight. But Frost refuses to give in to him and he slowly, but surely lands three elbows strikes. Each strike brought more power into it, hitting Goth’s stomach just enough for his wind to be knocked out of him. Goth is forced to let go of him as Frost rolls away from his foe, breathing hard. Frost slowly lands on his feet and hits the top rope, waiting for Goth to regain his footing. Goth recovers and stands up, currently confused, looking around for Frost. He turns around and sees Frost coming at him, but from the side, grabbing his neck, whirling around his neck, and slamming him to the mat, face-first, with a tornado DDT! The crowd is energetic, cheering for one of their favorites as he picks up Goth and executes a German suplex, followed by another and another! The crowd is eating him up and Frost decides to try for another assault from the top rope, so he quickly bounds onto his perch and waits for the Godfather Of The AWA to get up. Goth recovers and looks for his foe once again and this time, he gains the advantage. As Frost leaps from his perch and tries to go for a Frankensteiner, Goth manages to catch him from mid-air and slam him hard with a devastating powerbomb that surprises Frost completely! Goth yells at the referee to make the pin count as Goth hooks the leg, the crowd roaring with boos.

1...
2...

Just when it seems like Frost is done for, he kicks out at the very last second!

Adams: Is that…?

The crowd starts to boo as they realize that the man at the top of the ramp is none other than Tom Dudely.

Adams: What did he do to his hair?

Simone: It’s definitely not what we’re used to seeing on the former GXW Champion.

Tom acknowledges the crowd with a sneer as he slowly starts walking down the ramp towards the ring. One fan grabs the sleeve of Tom’s shirt. Tom quickly pulls away and yells at the fan. After he’s done berating the fan, Tom continues walking to the ring. He climbs the steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron before climbing between the ropes into the ring. Tom walks over to where the announcers are and snags a microphone out of the hand of one of the ringside assistants.

Tom: Cut the music!

The music stops but is only replaced by more boos from the crowd.

Tom: SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU UNGRATEFUL IDIOTS!

This only causes the boos to only get louder.

Tom: You should be thankful that a star of my caliber is even willing to appear in front of you. I know a lot of guys who wouldn’t be caught dead in front of a Vegas crowd, so you should show me some respect.

The boos continue, much to Tom’s dismay.

Tom: Fine! You don’t deserve to see me anyway.

Tom starts to climb out of the ring as “Goodtime” by Alan Jackson starts to play. The boos turn to cheers as “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson makes his way to the top of the ramp, microphone in hand. His music stops.

Wyatt: Ah don’ know where ya think yer goin’. Last week, ya came out an’ attacked me. Ah think ya owe me an’ everyone else an explanation.

Tom: As I told you on Twitter, I don’t owe you anything. If it wasn’t for me, you would never have made it to SCW. You’re only where you are because of MY teaching, because of MY connections, because of MY name. If anything, it’s you who owes me something.

Wyatt: The only thing ah owe ya is an ass kickin’!

Wyatt starts walking down the ramp towards the ring. Tom quickly puts his hands up to attempt to stop Big Country.

Tom: Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! Hold up there, big guy!

Wyatt stops after just a couple of steps.

Tom: You really want to know why I did what I did?

Wyatt nods.

Tom: The reason that I attacked you was to prove to everyone here exactly what I figured out two months ago. I figured out that I had been wrong about you all along. I thought that you were the brightest young talent since I debuted over ten years ago. Unfortunately, when you got injured at the hands of Casey Williams, I realized that that wasn’t the case at all. I realized that you’re not hardcore enough for me to pass the torch to. You’re too weak.

Wyatt: Too weak mah ass! Ah’m better than any three guys in the back, an’ ah’m sure as hell better than you!

Tom chuckles a little.

Tom: As convinced as you appear to be, you’ll never get the opportunity to find out for sure because, as you may already know, now that you’re back, I’m contracted to SCW as a manager and not a wrestler. That means that a match between me and you will not happen.

The crowd boos.

Wyatt: We may not have an actual match, but ah can still kick yer ass.

Wyatt drops the microphone and starts down the ramp at full speed, his hat comes flying off in the process. Tom slides out of the ring as Wyatt slides in. Tom circles the ring and starts back up the ramp. He picks up Wyatt’s Stetson and puts it on. Tom mimic’s Wyatt with a “YEEEEHAW!” as Wyatt leans on the ropes yelling at him. Tom smiles and waves Wyatt off as he continues up the ramp disappearing backstage. Wyatt lets out a carnal yell before climbing out of the ring and heading back up the ramp. He disappears backstage.

Simone: Wyatt Peterson appears to be frustrated not being about to get ahold of Tom. I have a feeling that Wyatt isn’t going to give up very easily, though.

The camera pans around the audience, showing off the excited fans as they chant “SCW! SCW! SCW!”, waving their signs. There are a few #PutHawkesOnTV signs floating around. Suddenly, the lights begin to flash as the ever familiar distorted words echo throughout the speakers.

”When it’s time to party, we will party hard”

The audience stands up in applause as “Party Hard” by Andrew W.K. blasts throughout the building. Their cheers become almost deafening as Jamie and Tommy Staggs come running out from behind the curtains, both wearing swimming trunks and carrying beach balls in their hands. They are followed up by Nate Starr, Metalhead, and Alex Bernhardt, the Dumbass University crew, all dressed in the same attire. The five men get the crowd riles up, pumping their arms up, headbanging, slapping hands, and posing for photo ops. Halfway down the ramp, they suddenly dash to the ring. Nate Starr, Metalhead, and Bernhardt slide in under the ropes, and Jamie jumps up onto the apron, stopping to pose with the beach ball before getting inside of the ring. Tommy tosses the ball out into the audience and then does a hand stand, hooking onto the bottom rope before pulling himself up and over the top rope. All five men take turns going atop the turnbuckles, getting the crowd as excited as possible.

Adams: Oh my god, what is he doing out here, and who thought it was a good idea to give this guy a microphone?

Simone: I don’t know, but he sure did get a surprising reaction considering he’s been in BACW mostly for the last few months.

Jamie accepts the microphone from Justin Decent as he lifts the beach ball high into the air. He takes a few steps forward, before kicking it out into the audience. They volley it around along with the one Tommy handed off earlier. Jamie lets down the backpack from his shoulders, and each DAU member pulls out a super soaker and they get it cocked and loaded, pointed out into the audience. Jamie holds his at his side, and then makes a goofy smile toward the camera. He looks around before raising the mic to his mouth.

Jamie: Sup dorks? Did ya miss me?

The audience lets out a resounding cheer that lets him know they have. His goofy smile turns a bit cocky as he looks in the other direction. He walks over to the ropes and leans on them, looking out into the audience.

Jamie: What the hell kinda question was that, right? Of course you did!

The crowd lets out a bit of laughter as Jamie now looks confused. He looks over to Tommy to ask why they are laughing, and he just shrugs his shoulders. Jamie waves them off and then returns to the mic.

Jamie: Whatever, if you seen me over at BACW, you might think I’m… just a bit of an asshole now. I can’t help it if SCW is the best place around, hands down! I mean, who else would let me come out here and celebrate the unofficial start of summer with this kind of style? Nobody, that’s who! So, I didn’t come out here just to put on a show for you, that’s next week…

Jamie’s face fades from arrogant to a bit of a surprise that he had let something slip out too soon. He looks over to Tommy who just shakes his head and grins. A few small shots of water are fired out into the audience, eliciting a small cheer before Jamie continues.

Jamie: So I am not known as a genius around here, but every once in a while I come up with some classic stuff. I just sat back thinking about what I liked about summer as a kid. I enjoyed cool watermelon and iced tea or lemonade on a hot day. A cool dip in the pool was always nice. Fishing and swimming in the river, or float trips. Camping, so on and so on. Well, those are all fun, but there was something else that I really enjoyed as a kid when summer first came around. So I had a little talk with “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, and they liked the idea. So tonight, you all must call me a genius before I tell you. C’mon now, let’s hear it. You will totally agree when you hear it.

Jamie hears a few scattered responses, and he shakes his head in disappointment. He steps onto the bottom rope, and hikes his other foot up to the second rope. He looks around as there are a few more responses. He shakes his head again, and cups his hand over his left ear, while raising the microphone to his lips.

Jamie: WHAT?

Crowd: JAMIE IS A GENIUS!

Jamie: WHAT?

Crowd: JAMIE IS A GENIUS!

Jamie: WHAT?

Crowd: JAMIE IS A GENIUS!

Jamie: WHAT?

Crowd: JAMIE IS A GENIUS!

Jamie: I know it bitches!

Jamie leaps down from the ropes and stands dead center of the ring. He looks around as the audience laughs a bit more. He nods his head in approval before lowering his shades.

Jamie: You all eat it up and you know it… Anyway, so I had a talk with the bosses, and I said to them. I said, “Mark… Christian… Summer starts Memorial Day Weekend, so how about we drop a… BOMBSHELL… of an idea on these lucky suns of guns who will wish they bought tickets to next weeks show.” So, since this is the first idea I’ve had their blessing on, I am proud to announce that next week…

The audience quiets down just a tad to listen in.

Jamie: In this very ring…!

The audience murmurs in a bit of excitement as they slowly begin to stir a bit.

Jamie: I will be playing host to…

The audience is now groaning in anticipation as they hang on further, scooting to the edge of their seats.

Jamie: SCW’s FIRST EVER…!

Getting a bit aggrevated at Jamie’s long pauses, their groaning increases, causing a few more watergun shots to be fired out into the crowd.

Jamie: Uh-Bombshell Swimsuit Contest! There I said it and you love me!!

The male audience members erupt into cheers and cat calls, as others indeed groan that they aren’t there to see it. Jamie stomps his foot before spinning around in an almost stylish manner. He raises his water gun into the air and fires off shots as the DAU crew sprays into the audience.

”JAMIE’S A GENIUS! JAMIE’S A GENIUS! JAMIE’S A GENIUS!”

Adams: JAMIE’S A GENIUS! JAMIE’S A GENIUS!

Simone: Now just a few minutes ago, you were calling him an idiot, but now that he’s hosting a Bombshell Swimsuit Contest next week, he’s your best friend?

Adams: Well… Yeah, basically that’s right. Let me repeat myself here... JAMIE’S A GENIUS!

Jamie takes a bow as “Party Hard” begins playing again. He and his buddies spray out into the cheering audience, relishing in the excitement before the camera switches backstage..

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall in this First Round Match up in the Bombshell Tag Team Championship Tournament. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 363 pounds, they are Rochelle “Rock” Rose and Felony Fontana… THE FREAKETTES!

The lights dim throughout the arena as the opening bass of Freestyle's "Don't stop the rock" filters in through the PA system. Rainbow colored fireworks explode in front of the stage as the curtains are abruptly parted. The first figure to enter is the scowling behemoth "Rock" Rose, who pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking herself in the pyro while flexing her bulging biceps before an awestruck crowd. She stomps forth after the brief pause followed by the decidedly more energetic blonde Felony Fontana, who bounces back and forth, bursting into short dance steps, smiling and seeming to enjoy herself. Arriving at ringside, Rose enters first and holds the ropes open for her diminutive partner who jumps through and promptly climbs to the top rope extending her arms in acknowledgement of the crowd.

Justin Decent: And introducing their opponents, at a combined weight of 385 pounds, they are Cookie S’Mores and Brandi Shotze… THE PARTY GIRLS!

"Cream" by Prince starts playing over the sound system and the crowd laughs and cheers as the rotund Bombshell, Cookie S'Mores steps out onto the entrance stage, adorned in a violet ankle-length robe lined with feathers. Stepping out beside her is her busty companion, Brandi Shotze. As Cookie pauses at the top and smiles knowingly, looking out to the fans, Brandi nods to the fans.. Cookie pulls open her robe to reveal her wrestling lingerie and shakes her chest as she lets the robe fall to her feet. Cookie then struts down to the ring, flirting with the men in the audience and blowing them kisses. Brandi just marches forward to the ring. She walks up the steps, soon followed by Cookie. She steps through the ropes where she shakes her ample backside for all to see. She then climbs the rest of the way through and lowers herself to her knees where she crawls on all fours toward Justin, the ring announcer. She stands up and rubs herself against him before walking to her corner where she waggles her tongue out at the camera. Brandi poses on the turnbuckle for the fans, raising her arms in the air.

VS
BOMBSHELL TAG TITLE TOURNAMENT

DING! DING! DING!

Felony Fontana steps outside of the ring as Brandi and Cookie confer with each other briefly. They look back at Rochelle “Rock” Rose, and then talk amongst themselves for a second. They both nod their heads and then Cookie steps outside of the ring. Brandi and Rose both step toward the middle of the ring and Brandi looks up. This causes a smile to spread across Rose’s face as Brandi cracks her knuckles. Rose looks out into the audience before blindsiding Brandi with a rock hard punch. The referee steps back as Rose scoops Brandi up into a scoop slam that lands her hand onto her back. Rose locks turns her over and then locks on a front facelock, but Brandi quickly slings her foot over the bottom rope. The referee calls for a break, which Rose reluctantly gives into.

Simone: This fight is starting off with some serious fire. Both of these legitimate teams are looking to be the first Bombshell Tag Team Champions of SCW.

Adams: I’m sorry, I didn’t hear a word you said. I just noticed what Brandi was saying in her promo earlier this week…

Rose stands up and then lands a hard elbow drop across Brandi’s chest, causing her to hold onto her chest. As Rose tries to lift Brandi up, she gets a few good punches in of her own. As Rose stumbles back, Brandi bounces off of the ropes, rebounding with a hard splash. As Rose stumbles back, Brandi goes for another, but Rose goes for a powerful clothesline, which Brandi ducks. As she comes off of the opposite side, she hits a shoulderblock to Rose’s knee, taking her off of her feet. The crowd cheers for the resident Party Girl. She is showing signs of frustration as she drops a hard elbow of her own. She then quickly mounts Rose with a fury of punches. Felony jumps up and down on the outside of the ring, cheering on her partner. Brandi hits one last punch before standing up. She bounces off of the ropes and crashes down on top of Rose with an axe handle smash.

Adams: Brandi Shotze is really taking it to “Rock” Rose. Whatever takes focus from the face of hers.

Simone: On another note, “Rock” Rose is the largest competitor in this match, as the only Bombshell that out sizes Cookie S’Mores, so this will be a real challenge for her if these two face off.

Brandi builds up some momentum as she struggles to lift up Rose. She hooks her arms around Rose’s neck and then goes for an Evenflow DDT, but Rose lifts her up with a powerful back body drop that rocks the ring. The audience lets out and “Ohhh!” as she grips her back. Rose shakes the cobwebs out as she walks over to the spunky Felony. She gets an official tag and Felony climbs in under the second rope. She struts over to Brandi and lifts her up to a sitting position, where she wraps her legs around Brandi’s neck, leaning back in a choke hold. Brandi tries her best to escape as the referee drops down to check on her. He asks her if she gives up, and Brandi does her best to shake her head in the negative.

Simone: Felony Fontana with a solid hold here, giving Brandi a run for her money.

Adams: Indeed. But it doesn’t look like that is going to last long.

Cookie S’Mores comes into the ring and breaks up the hold quickly by stomping on Felony’s head. Rose doesn’t like this one bit as she steps into the ring. The referee sends Cookie outside as Rose looks down at Brandi. She lifts her up to a sitting position once more and then hooks on a chicken wing stretch. Cookie points over to the violation, but the referee shakes his head in frustration and yells at her as she stomps her foot. She gives up arguing, and the referee turns around to see her claims were true. He runs over to Rose and shouts for her to get outside of the ring. She shakes her head and he begins a count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

Rose tosses Brandi back down to the ground and then makes her way outside of the ring. Felony comes back over and lifts Brandi up to her feet. She flings her across the ring and then darts the opposite direction. She tries for a clothesline, but Brandi ducks it and lunges for the tag to Cookie.

Simone: Felony Fontana with a solid hold here, giving Brandi a run for her money.

Adams: Indeed. But it doesn’t look like that is going to last long.

The crowd cheers as Cookie gets inside of the ring. She ducks a clothesline from Felony, and knocks into Rose, sending her off of the ring apron. She turns around to see Felony’s clothesline coming right at her. As she falls back, Felony goes to the outside. She waits for Cookie to get back up, and then flips over for a Sunset Flip attempt. Cookie stumbles a bit, but a smirk spreads across her face as she plops down onto Felony’s chest, staying there with a pin of her own. The referee comes down for the count.

1!

2!

3!NO! Kickout!

Adams: Oh so close there. This match could really go either way here.

Simone: I agree, but Cookie is really on fire here tonight. And with Brandi’s impressive drive, I think they scale is tipping in the Party Girls’ favor.

Cookie stands up and she lifts Felony up along with her. She picks up the small bombshell and lifts her up over her head into a Military Press Slam. She takes a few steps forward, and then drops Felony down to the mat as she keeps on walking. She turns around and immediately falls down with a body splash, nearly breaking her in half. She stands up and turns to Brandi who is clapping for her. While she is distracted, Rose comes into the ring with a hard smash to the back. She then drags Felony back to their corner as the referee scolds her. She exits the ring, and then leans down and tags herself in. She climbs into the ring and the bubbly Cookie doesn’t appear too happy as she immediately charges her. Rose ducks down and hits a back body drop on Cookie.

Simone: Oh! That was one massive back body drop right there.

Adams: Pure strength from “Rock” Rose. Some of the men couldn’t even do that!

As Cookie rolls around, Rose backs up to measure her up. Brandi reaches back and grabs a hold of her hair. Rose slowly turns around, careful of her, and she pulls Brandi in over the top rope. As she does, Cookie comes charging at her, hitting an avalanche into the corner. Felony comes into the ring, but Brandi grabs onto her as they tumble to the outside of the ring. As Rose rebounds from the corner, Cookie gives her a boot to the gut, immediately followed by the SexXx Factor. As she kneels down onto Rose’s shoulders with a schoolboy pin, the referee drops down.

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: Your winners, advancing to the semi-finals of the Bombshell Tag Team Championship Tournament… THE PARTY GIRLS!!!

Simone: They’ve done it, the Party Girls are one step closer to gold now, but they’ve got some stiff competition ahead of them.

Brandi rolls inside of the ring as “Cream” by Prince plays. She joins in as the referee raises their hands in victory.

Backstage, Wyatt Peterson is storming down the halls, sans Stetson, opening every door along the way. Various stagehands are jumping out of the way and he makes his way down the hall.

Wyatt: Where the hell’s Tom?

The stagehands shake their heads and shrug. Wyatt continues down the hall.

Simone: Wyatt is on the warpath looking for Tom Dudely.

Adams: If Tom knew what was good for him, him and Wyatt’s hat would already be long gone.

The cameras open up to find Odette Ryder bending over a vanity unit, her elbows placed delicately on the hard wooden surface as she gazes at herself in the circled mirror in front of her. Smiling wildly she continued applying her makeup, vigorously rubbing her blush around in circles on her cheek bones. Cheers can be heard from the crowd bring a mischievous grin to dance upon her face. Just as she placed her napoleon predis blush brush down, her clear green eyes fall upon the reflection of Angelica standing behind her.

Angelica: oh honey… just give up nothing is going to change that dog ugly face of yours.

Choosing to ignore her Odette reached over for her lip gloss, uncapping it she generously applied some to her lips. Pouting while putting the gloss back down on the red cedar bench top with a soft clunk, Odette ran her hands through her hair pumping up the volume as it was heavily teased.

Angelica: Don’t ignore me

Angelica’s face was now right beside Odette’s and the two bombshells stared at each other in the mirror

Angelica: damn you’re uglier the closer I get to you… being beside you makes me want to take a shower pronto!

Smirking at her ‘hurtful’ words Angelica ran her right hand through her hair pouting up a storm to the mirror. Tilting her head to the right Odette rolled her eyes before speaking.

Odette: Don’t you have something more productive to do? Like stalk your boyfriend down, to make sure he isn’t being tempted by all the bombshells around here?

Angelica: Oh Please Mark only has eyes for me, you honey will never get a chance with him.

A slight laugh escaped both of their lips Angelica’s was full of bitchiness while Odette’s was more of an amused but fake chuckle.

Odette: Oh honey… you don’t have to worry about Mark and me… darlin’ were just really really good friends… Now if you don’t mind I have a date to attend

She was mocking Angelica using her sultry Australian accent to over emphasize her words to get back into Angelica’s mind. If Angelica wanted to play games Odette was all too keen to play along. Standing up straight Odette took a step and was about to walk away when she was stopped mid stride by Angelica’s voice.

Angelica: oh yeah right, the stoner kid… really classy piece of meat you have there. He must think you’re so ugly that’s why he has to get completely zoned out his mind before he can touch you.

Turning on her black Christian Louboutins Odette had one last thing to say to the always pleasant Angelica.

Odette: as I said earlier this week on twitter AngelFace when you’re done grasping at straws and when you finally decide to grow the hell up come find me… and we can settle your war on ugly in the ring like real bombshells do… but until then just shut up already, you’re making my ears bleed.

Before Odette could take a step to walk off it was on Angelica had reached over and grabbed a bottle of baby power and sprayed it all over Odette. Returning the favour Odette reached over and grabbed whatever she could and pegged it at Angelica’s head and before anyone could do or say anything the two bombshells were at each other’s throats. Screams and insults could be heard flying from each other mouths as the male’s crowd were hooting and hollering, as Angelica had a grasp of Odette’s hair smearing a bright red lip stick across her face.

Angelica: Eat it Bitch… Eat it…

Picking Angelica up by her waist Odette slammed her small petite body down on top of the vanity and continued to smother Angelica in hair gel, baby power, eye shadows and other random girl products.

Odette: seriously Angelica, what the hell is wrong with you?

Hair, makeup and body parts were flying around everywhere as the two bombshell rolled down onto the floor cat fighting with each other it was only a matter of time before Veronica Taylor was on the seen assisting Angelica in her take down of Odette. As Veronica Taylor held Odette down Angelica ripped opened the bottom of Odette’s #PutHawkesOnTV black tshirt and started to scrawl the mean girls in lip stick on Odette’s toned waist. Palming Odette in the face Veronica’s ear piercing shriek of a laugh could be heard, before the sound of water splashing upon skin and concrete brought both Angelica and Veronica to stop what they were doing. Angelica, Odette and Veronica now dripping wet looked up to see Kittie standing there with a now empty bucket smirking.

Kittie: what? Cat fights are always better with water…

Beaming brightly Kittie joined in on the brawl pulling Veronica’s hair and pushing Angelica off of Odette at the same time. The audience in attendance could be heard cheering louder and louder. But Kittie’s rescue was short lived as Mark Ward, Jamie Staggs, Scott Oliver and Gabriel rushed into to pull apart the chaos that had just unfolded. Mark some how had a hold of Angelica and his crutches, Jamie had his hands gripped tightly around Kittie’s waist, Gabriel for some odd reason was holding Veronica Taylor back as she was still taking swings at Odette and Scott had his right arm draped casually over Odette’s shoulders smirking down at her.

Angelica: Bring it Bitches

Veronica: Angelica and I aren’t finished with either of you two uglies yet!

Kittie: Aww Odette please make them stop their hurting my feelings

Odette reached over and high fived Kittie as Mark’s booming voice broke out.

HS: ENOUGH!!! Stop this!!!! Scott and Jamie take Odette and Kittie away from here I’ll deal with those two shortly… Angelica and Veronica you both have to come with me

Angelica pouted hardcore up at Mark

HS: NOW!!!

With that said and done Scott and Jamie escorted Kittie and Odette away from the mess that was left on the floor leaving Mark and Gabriel standing there with Veronica and Angelica shaking their heads.

HS: I don't suppose you got any of that magic dust that makes people disappear, have ya?

Gabriel: Sorry boss, I think Despy used the last of it, trying to make Rage disappear

HS: While you're here, Aleksei Koji accepted your open challenge. Need confirmation from you guys

Gabriel: If he can find a partner by the time Into The Void rolls around, you can consider it accepted

Hot Stuff nods and the scene fades

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Tonight is a great night for SCW. With what is sure to be a Supercard quality Main Event, two more matches in the first round of the Bombshell tag team tournament, as well as allot of new & returning talent making their impacts on Climax Control. I'm here tonight with a man that wants to make tonight the start of a great run here in SCW. He's the only Triple Crown Champion since the restart of the ICW region of the NWA, the real number 1 ranked superstar in all of the NWA & a now former 1/2 of the NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Champions. This is the man who called out Bobby Cage & tonight he'll be facing the Convict this is "The HarKore God" Weapon-X.

Weapon-X comes into the picture as you can see he has a smirk upon his face.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Thank you for joining me just minutes before your official debut here in the SCW. I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the gauntlet set up by former multi-time WWA champion Jeff Manis earlier in the week as...

X places his hand up to Rocky's lips to stop her from going any further.

Weapon-X: I said what I wanted to say to the attention starved Jeff Manis earlier in the week. I'm here to talk about Bobby Cage, which I wanted to do on Friday but was told the SCW 24/7 promo channel is restricted to one a week so that they can have room for commercials.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: So your only going to answer questions about Bobby Cage?

Weapon-X: I can't win with you people. Some think I talk too much while others want to drag more out of me. Shesh I'm a man who has feelings don't you understand that?

Rocky tip's her head to the side & puts a ebrow up not expecting that emotional outburst from a 9th degree black belt but he winks at her to let her know he's trying to have a bit of fun, seeing as how his wife is forcing him to do so.

Weapon-X: Bobby I've been doing this 17 & a half years. Can you imagine the hundred's of people who took the easy way out & spend a good chunk of their promo on making fun of my name? Now I can tell by other parts of your last appearance that you know jack about my history but come on that's the best that you can do is attack my name? Oh my bad you also claimed I brought down a part of the Yakuza mafia family in Japan by "snitching" as I am not going to retell the story right now but that's far from the case. You don't even have to go back through the entire 17 years if you took a HOUR to go through the last FEW MONTHS you'd know it's much deeper then that. I hoped for a smarter first opponent.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: That is the point isn't it you picked him as your first opponent. Most newcomers to SCW get thrown into random matches to see where they should be placed in the divisions. Shouldn't you have known that there was a big chance that Bobby didn't know who you were?

Weapon-X: Sure there is but I'm sure he or his "wrestling obsessed daughter" have access to the internet. Can go on Youtube to watch old matches or the ICW or NWA promo channel as he has stated before that his daughter gets him ready for matches. She's the brains behind his brawn. So after I defeat him tonight I guess he's going to be blaming her for not getting him ready for the punishment he's deserved for years.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Bobby Cage did touch on your comments about his pre-wrestling life. He's stated that he never asked to be a role model & talked about trying to change his life around. That he's made mistakes but now he's helping his daughter to make sure she doesn't make the same mistakes. That has to count for something right?

Weapon-X: I read up on Bobby. I know the only reason he became a wrestler is because somebody found him brawling in a bar & talked him into wrestling for the money. Brittney Spears & Bobby Cage have one thing in common as they may not WANT to be role models but their actions make them such. I may always TRY to do the right thing but I'm human as well so I sometimes fail. But I at least STRIVE for the positive while Bobby still cheats to win matches which if he tries tonight I will stop him.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: According to Bobby though your a "scared punk" who couldn't live in the real world. That he'll show you some respect when you get your hands dirty. Those are some pretty harsh words for a man that some may say your backing into a corner waiting to see how he reacts.

Weapon-X: Maybe I am. I am sick & tired of the evil filling our air waves. The smut & the sin that are seeping into the pores of the next generation. I should be under a week away from my 4th successful NWA World Heavyweight Tag Team Championship title defense against Jack Kraven & Magnum Randell. A month away from becoming NWA World Heavyweight Champion while still being ICW Heavyweight Champion. People like Bobby Cage disgust me because they keep getting higher booking then they deserve. You want me to get my hands dirty as really the guy with a nickname of "The HarKore God" you wonder if that'll be a problem for me? I've moved on, I'm more civilized then I once was, but you push me fool this'll be more then just my first example of what Nick Jones will have to deal with in a month or two. The fans love me not because of my politics or that I have a "hollier then thou" attitude they love me for two reasons. I make damn sure they get their money's worth every time that I'm in the ring & that I have earned pretty much everything I've recieved in life.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But what if Bobby Cage gets the victory over you? How can you expect a shot at the SCW Championship if you can't defeat a guy who's lost to two different SCW Roulette Champions as well as in the Knockout tournament?

Weapon-X: Well he has a puncher's chance so I can't say never but in about a half hour's time I should be getting my hand raised in victory. I may not be God or have the "right" to judge others but Bobby there wouldn't be laws if we followed the bible 100%. I am here to shed light on injustices & the deep rooted sin of others. The only reason you are here today is because of LUCK as you made all of the wrong choices in life post wrongly going to prison. Justice Will Be Served tonight. Then I'll move on to another evil doer on next week's Clmax Control so that Nick Jones knows I'm coming. I'm not taking a week off unless the SCW staff FORCE me. I'll go through EVERY superstar with a winning singles record until I get to you or whomever has the belt. This is my goal. I dare you to try to stop me.

Weapon-X walks out of the camera angle as we fade back to the arena.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 231 pounds ... 'the Convict' Bobby 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.

Adams: Look at the way he's pacing. Bobby Cage is acting like a caged animal.

Simone: How long have you been sitting on that one?

Adams: I thought of it last night when I was eating Cheetos in bed.

Simone: Sometimes it amazes me that you're married.

Adams: I know, right? ... What?

Justin: His opponent is from Tombstone, Arizona, weighing 250 pounds, welcome to Sin City Wrestling ... Weapon-X!

The guitar of the legendary Black Sabbath is heard as we hear the opening of "Paranoid" playing in the arena as the crowd rises to their feet. The lights darken & smoke starts to come down the ramp way as the song begins.

"Finished with my woman cause she couldn't help me with my mind People think I'm insane because I am browning all the time"

Two red lights come out of the side of the ramp way which goes around in circles until it makes the X symbol above the entranceway as the cloud of fog almost covers the entire ramp way.

"All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify"

A sound that is almost deafening out the music is the chant of "X!" as the crowd feels the impact of this Hall of Famer in multiple promotions as X is not ready yet to come out onto the entranceway.

"Can you help me thought you were my friend Whoah yeah"

At those words a bright light shines on X's opponent. Then as the bright white light fades away it's revealed that Weapon-X is standing & directly under the red X at the top of the ramp way.

"I need someone to show me the things in life that I cant find I cant see the things that make true happiness, I must be blind"

Due to his failures in his personal life but his making up for it in his professional life those words ring true as Weapon-X slowly starts to make his way down to the ring as the crowd has not missed a beat with their "X!" chant.

"Make a joke and I will sigh and you will laugh and I will cry Happiness I cannot feel and love to me is so unreal"

X does not look towards the crowd but they can wonder what the facial expressions are under that mask as you see a kendo stick in his left hand as if his twirling it calms his soul.

"And so as you hear these words telling you now of my state I tell you to enjoy life I wish I could but its too late"

As the great guitar solo that was turned into a song starts to close Weapon-X walks up the metal stair case and gets into the ring.

Simone: That man right there is perhaps the most controversial superstar to have ever signed a contract to the SCW. Former World Tag Team Champion, he has been in a virtual war of words with the NWA, of which the SCW is a part of!

Adams: He hasn't been holding anything back, that's for sure, and things surrounding his signing was what led to the SCW's suspension from the NWA.

Simone: Yes, but that's all in the past and while Weapon-X and his wife, Viper, have been virtually black listed everywhere else in the NWA, SCW has welcomed them both with open arms and this is the first match for Weapon-X as an NWA superstar.

Weapon-X is finishing being checked by Drew Patton and the official turns to check the Convict when Bobby Cage barrels across the ring, ready to ambush Weapon-X! The referee quickly calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

VS
SINGLES MATCH

As the bell rings, Cage immediately charges X but X quickly sidesteps. Cage spins behind him and X spins around, throwing an elbow out behind him. Cage ducks the swinging elbow attempt and hooks X's arm, lifting him up in arm bar, and dropping X to the canvas. Cage jumps on X's back and drives hard fists in to the back of X's head but X gets on to his hands and knees, lifting him up enough to move underneath Cage and get behind him. X wraps his arm around Cage's chin and nails him with forearm shots across the chest from behind. Cage fights his way to his feet and spins around, facing X, doubling him over with a boot to the stomach. Cage then grabs X by his mask and heaves him through the ropes and to the ringside floor.

Simone: And this one has started off just the way we predicted!

Adams: Nasty!

The Convict grabs Weapon X as he begins to get to his feet and plows him back against the ring apron, then twists him around and rams him into the barricade!

Simone: Gods! Cage knows full well the storied history of Weapon-X's career and he's taking measures to make sure he buries him here and now!

X staggers back from the barrier, holding his head and The Convict slugs him in the jaw. The Convict then grabs him by the arm and Irish whips him against the steel post and charges in right after him but Weapon X ducks and The Convict crashes against the hard steel and falls heavily to the floor!

Simone: These two better get it back to the ring before they get counted out.

Weapon X backs up and delivers a swift martial arts kick to The Convict's sternum, sending him tumbling across the floor in a heap. He then grabs him by the neck and trunks and drags him upward and runs him like a dart head-first into the steel steps with a loud crash!

Adams: I guess Weapon X believes in fighting fire with fire!

Weapon X then grabs him up and rolls him inside of the ring beneath the bottom rope and slides in after him. Weapon X grabs Cage and drags him up. He then goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but the Convict reverses it and Weapon X comes off and is thrown through the air with a high back body drop. X crashes heavily to the mat and he struggles to his feet and Cage comes up behind him and fires off a series of jabs, lefts and rights, into X's kidney area.

Simone: And off he goes with those damaging boxing shots.

Weapon X staggers away and The Convict runs at him and clotheslines him down to the mat from behind. The Convict then Irish whips Weapon X into the ropes and catches him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. The Convict covers him.

1.....
2.....Weapon X kicks out!

Simone: Oh it's not going to be quite so easy.

The Convict stands up and glares at Drew with venom in his eyes before turning back to X. The Convict grabs hold of him and sends him back into one of the corners and walks in, burying a knee into his stomach before striking him with three fists right to the face. The Convict Irish whips him to the far corner and comes up with another big boot but Weapon X ducks the blow and The Convict crotches himself on the top rope.

Adams: And there's not a ring rat alive who can soothe that one!

Holding his body in pain, X comes up and grabs The Convict's head under his arm and brings him off the ropes, falling back with a reverse DDT. Weapon X covers him.

1.....
2.....The Convict gets the shoulder up.

Adams: Hey! Get a load of who's here!

Simone: Oh for...!

The camera searches the crowd and picks up the SCW's "brat prince" himself, none other than James Huntington-Hawkes III marching through the crowd, holding up a picketing sign that reads "#puthawkesontv while his dutiful butler/bodyguard, Simpson, trailing dutifully behind and passing out t-shirts with the same logo emblazoned on them to various fans.

Simone: That little twit is going to extreme lengths to get put back on TV.

Adams: He must be desperate if he's going out where the fans are.

Weapon X sends The Convict into the ropes, and hits him with a flying clothesline. Weapon X then pulls the Convict to his feet and onto his shoulder. he carries him to the nearest corner and tosses him off, dropping his face into the top turnbuckle.

Adams: Snake Eyes!

Cage stumbles backwards and X delivers a big boot to the sternum that sends him against the ropes. Cage comes off and X scoops him up and hits the Angle slam. Weapon X covers him!

1.....
2.....The Convict kicks out again.

Weapon X turns him over and sits on his back, locking in a camel clutch with his forearms draped around Cage's head. The Convict struggles as Drew drops down to check on him and see if he wants to yield but gets an answer when the Convict spits directly in his face.

Simone: How charming. No wonder he's such a hit with the ladies.

Weapon X releases the hold and pulls him back to his feet and drops him against the back of his head with a belly-to-back suplex. Not following up with a cover, Weapon X instead takes hold of him and goes for a short-arm clothesline, only The Convict ducks under the maneuver and drops to his knees, swinging an uppercut right to X's chin.

Adams: And there's still plenty of fight left in the Convict!

Cage grabs X around the legs, lifts him up and drops him in a reverse atomic drop. Cage then comes off of the ropes and spears Weapon X nearly out of his boots! Cage then grabs X by the throat and starts choking him blatantly in front of the official! Drew orders him to break but is forced to start his count.

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

Cage breaks it just long enough to break the count, then goes back to the choke.

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

Cage breaks again and Irish whips X into the ropes and catches him in a sidewalk slam, covering him and hooking both legs.

1.....
2.....X gets the shoulder up.

The Convict drags his opponent to his feet and sets him up for a side Russian legsweep but X suddenly turns around into the attempt and instead brings Cage down with a swift DDT.

Adams: Wow! That came from out of nowhere!

Weapon X quickly goes to the top rope and gives Cage no time to recover as he jumps off his perch and lands across the back of Cage's head with a guillotine legdrop! X grabs him and plants him with the Flatliner!

Simone: He calls that Justice Is Served!

X rolls Cage onto his back and hooks the leg!

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

The bell rings and the fans respond with cheers and applause as Drew raises X's hand in the air.

Justin: The winner of the match ... Weapon X!

The crowd cheers as X steps through the ropes and drops to the floor, heading back up the ramp way.

Adams: Man he couldn't have had a bigger test in his debut than against the Convict.

Simone: But he did it. Weapon X makes his SCW debut with a win under his belt.

Backstage, the camera focuses on a shirt with "#PutHawkesOnTV" written on it, the camera comes out to show the smirking face of James Huntington-Hawkes III. Next to him is his man servant and bodyguard, Simpson.

JHHIII: I'm back on TV Simpson, I knew I would get here.

Simpson: For this week only sir, you had to buy a ticket to be here.

JHHIII: Irrelevant Simpson, I'm here and I can hear the fans chanting my name! They love me! Now it's time for these bosses to see I deserve to be here!

Simpson: Indeed master James

JHHIII: I don't like this idea Simpson, I don't like him, I don't think we should do this

Simpson: Sir, on twitter this past week, superstars have shown their support, and these two paid for their shirts. They are two of the most popular superstars in SCW, if you can get them on your side, then the bosses will have to put you on TV weekly

JHHIII: But he stole my belt! He cheated.

Despayre and Angel appear behind James.

Despayre: He did not cheat!

JHHIII: He did so!

James looks at Despayre with a whiney look on his face. Simpson clears his throat

Simpson: Mr Despayre, Master Hawkes and I have a propersition for you.

Despayre: Oh no! I'm not marrying either of you!

JHHIII: Not that kind of propersition!

Simpson: Master Hawkes would like your help

James looks uncomfortable by that statement

Despayre: Sorry, I don't think all the make up in the world can help you.

James looks irate, but Simpson steps in.

Simpson: Mr Despayre, is it ok to call you that?

Despayre: Call me Despayre, Mr Despayre is my fathers name.

JHHIII: Really?

Despayre: No! My father is Synn, where have you been lately?

James turns around growling, but Simpson encourages him to turn back

JHHIII: Look, you two seem popular, you have this T-Shirt I'm wearing, you wanna see me on television all the time, so I need your help. I need you to spread the word, I need you to hand out shirts and get a petition.

Despayre: Why can't you do it?

JHHIII: Because people keep walking away from me

Despayre: Well you do smell a bit funky

James looks at Simpson with pleading eyes

Simpson: What Master James means is that you are very popular, you and Angel, hi Angel.

Simpson waves at Angel, but James fires him an angry look

Simpson: Ahem. As I was saying, your popularity will help young James's cause.

Despayre: What do we get out of it?

James reaches down in to a bag and pulls out a large bottle of cherry coke and a huge bag of skittles. Despayre's eyes widen

Despayre: Will this work?

JHHIII: Why wouldn't it?

Despayre: Well no offense but nobody likes you.

JHHIII: EVERYBODY LIKES ME!

Despayre: ... I don't.

James shakes the xxxtra large bag of Skittles at Despayre

Despayre: Okay I do!

JHHIII: Do we have a deal?

Despayre looks at Angel and nods

Despayre: Deal!

James hands the cherry coke and large bag of skittles to Despayre as the camera fades out

We’re in “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward’s office where Tom Dudely, with Wyatt’s Stetson perched atop his head, is just finishing up his proposal to the boss.

Tom: So, what do you think?

HS: Well, I agree that he was disrespectful to you earlier. It would definitely make money. But…

Tom: Look, Mark, have I ever come to you with anything that I didn’t think would help the company?

HS leans back in his chair and he considers Tom’s proposal. Before he can make a decision, Big Country himself bursts through the door. His eyes lock immediately on Tom.

Wyatt: There ya are ya sonovabitch!

Wyatt advances on Tom who is quickly out of his chair and around to the opposite side of Hot Stuff’s desk. Wyatt starts around the desk but Hot Stuff quickly stops him.

HS: This is my office! There will be no fighting in here unless you’ve got a set of tits and are wearing lingerie.

Wyatt: You’ve seen what Tom’s been doin’ tah me the last couple o’ weeks.

HS: Oh, I know all about what’s been happening the last couple of weeks. Tom finally decided to do something for himself. Earlier tonight, you said that you’re better than any three men on our roster. Do you still stand by that?

Wyatt: Damn right ah do!

HS: Good, then it’s time to put your money where your mouth is. At the Supercard, it will be “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson versus three members of the SCW roster that will be handpicked by Tom.

Wyatt: What the hell’s in it for me?

HS: Well, if you actually win the match…

Hot Stuff glances at Tom.

HS: … you get Tom one on one at the following Supercard.

Tom looks shocked as Wyatt smiles.

Tom: WHAT!?!

Wyatt: Deal!

HS: It’s business, Tom.

Tom: But I’m under a manager’s contract!

HS: Maybe you should read your contract a little more closely. I’m allowed to book you in matches that involve your client. Now stop being a whiney bitch, give Wyatt his hat back, and both of you get out of my office.

Tom reluctantly gives Wyatt his Stetson back. Wyatt takes it and leaves the office. Before leaving, Tom turns back to Hot Stuff.

Tom: He’s not going to make it out of that match.

HS just smiles smugly as Tom walks out of his office.

HS: A lot of confidence in that kid.

From underneath Hot Stuff’s desk, a female voice can be heard mumbling in agreement.

The scene opens up in a make-shift dressing room. We see Matt Barnes talking with his manager Gus Jones. The camera zooms in as we pick up mid conversation.

Matt Barnes: You know I almost feel bad for Lucas Darby. He's clearly not in the correct atmosphere for a man of his state.

Gus Jones: What do you mean by that Matt?

Matt Barnes: I mean… the dude should not be in a wrestling ring. He belongs in a damn psychologist’s office.

Gus Jones: And what’s your reasoning behind that statement?

Matt Barnes: Did you not hear his promo the other day? Once again he went on and on and on about how depressing his life is and how hard things have been for him. I think he needs to work all that out with a shrink…Not in front of cameras. Poor guy can’t seem to check his emotions.

Gus Jones: Well it sounds like he has had a rough go of it.

Matt Barnes: Ok…I get that, but if that’s the case then he should do something about it. All he does is sit there and cry about his shitty life, and call me out simply because I’m successful. This is so typical for trash like him. It’s always easier for them to call out us upper class, rather than try to actually better their own situation. They’re just jealous and too lazy to work for success. That’s why they will always be bottom feeders.

Gus Jones: But Matt, I truly thing he wants to better his situation, that’s why he’s here. He says he’s tired of scratching every day just to put food on the table…

Matt Barnes: Please you actually bought that garbage. I saw right through that sob story. He’s not doing anything but looking for some pity. If he really wanted to improve himself, then here’s a free lesson for him…START BY FINISHING HIGH SCHOOL, Dumbass! As of right now he’s not even qualified to flip burgers.

Just then a rather large heavy-set man wearing a tight SCW staff shirt walks into the room holding a notepad.

Large Man: Excuse me, Matt?

Matt turns away from Gus and faces the large man.

Matt Barnes: Holy be-Jesus…You don’t miss many meals do you big guy?

The worker get a discourage look on his face.

Large Man: Matt, I was sent here…

Matt Barnes: First off realize who you’re talking to. You should address me as either Mr. Barnes or Sir. Now what are you doing here?

Large Man: Annoyed well…sir…

Matt Barnes: Is that shirt too tight and cutting off your circulation or something? I need you to speak up and spit this out. I have a match to get ready for.

Large Man: Louder & Quicker Sir, Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood sent me here to tell you that they cannot approve you entrance tonight.

Matt Barnes: What you mean they didn’t approve? What part?

Large Man: Well all of it sir. I mean this list is a little outrageous.

The large man holds up the pad showing the list. Matt gets irritated and walks towards the man.

Matt Barnes: What’s the actual reason they’re denying me my epic entrance.

Large Man: There is a lot of reasons sir. I mean look starts reading first you want to have Mobb Deep perform your entrance song in the ring. That would be too costly to book them and take too long to set up and take down. Next you list a firework show to go off that would make a fourth of July display pale in comparison. Once again financially it would just be too much.

Matt walks right into the guy’s face.

Matt Barnes: And for the rest of my ideas?

Large Man: Well as for finding two tigers to lead you to the ring, while being rode by midgets…First off I think finding a midget brave enough for that would be a miracle, and second there are plenty of liability issues with that.

Matt keeps staring intently in the guy’s eyes, and letting him go on.

Large Man: As for the rest of your ideas…Do I really have to go there? They were shut down for reasons ranging from physically impossible to too sexually explicit. The bosses are worried they could lose some lawsuits if they go through with some of this stuff.

Matt has heard enough. He’s mad he is not getting his planned entrance. He starts poking the man in the chest with his fingers.

Matt Barnes: Listen, I want you to go back and tell you bosses, that I don’t appreciate them sending you in here denying my entrance at the last minute. Now I don’t have time for a fallback plan... So take your fat ass back there and tell them to get this straightened out and appease their true talent.

Finally the big man has heard enough of the insults. His mood quickly changes from the poking and fat ass comment. Gus sees this becoming a problem and quickly steps in.

Gus Jones: Listen, Matt let’s just forget about the entrance for now. We have to get you ready for the match. Can’t let these minor details interfere with the main reason you’re here. So please excuse us big man.

Gus shakes the hand of the worker and it appears to calm him down. He starts walking away, but a still fired-up Bad Boy shouts out one last thing to the large man.

Matt Barnes: Well…I would tell you we will meet again fat man, but I bet diabetes catches up to you before I get my chance…Also tell you bosses, I’ll address this situation later, after I take care of Lucas Darby.

Gus Jones quickly shuts the curtain before this escalates again. The scene ends.

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Suddenly the lights dim as "Shook Ones pt 2" by Mobb Deep beings to blare through the arena.

Justin Decent: First…. On the way to the ring… he hails from Venice Beach, California, weighing in at 235lbs, he is “Wrestling’s Bad Boy” Matt Barnes!

As soon as the crowd here’s that name they know that can only mean one thing as most of the crowd begins to boo the man about to make his appearance. Signs filled with hate are littered throughout the arena for him...As the music picks up the one and only "Wrestling's Bad Boy" Matt Barnes makes his way out from behind the curtain, in his wrestling attire and black glasses, Matt stops at the top and smirks at the booming noise from the crowd. He relishes all the sounds of disgust being thrown at his direction. After a few moments he begins his walk to the ring. He engages in some verbal confrontations with a few brave souls on the guard rails. After taking all the time he wants. He hops onto the apron and walks over to one of the turnbuckles. He climbs up to the second rope and takes one last stare into the crowd.

Adams: What is it about this guy that everyone hates?

Simone: EVERYTHING! Look at him! Look at what he did to Cameron Whatisname last week.

Adams: Exactly he bragged then he backed it up. Remind you of anyone?

Barnes is still posing when he music cuts.

Justin Decent: His opponent is from Las Vegas, Nevada. He weighs in at 214 pounds. They call him The Reaper.....LUCAS DARBY!!!!

"Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch begins to blare as the sound of a motorcycle cranking is heard in the background. The crowd lays eyes on Lucas as he comes around the corner, riding his Harley-Davidson Super Glide Sport motorcycle and revving up his engine. He smiles out at the crowd, as you see his girlfriend and manager Presley Spencer riding behind him with one arm raised up. Lucas Darby drives it down to ringside and parks it, getting off of it quickly. Presley gets off also and stands at ringside, cheering on her man. Lucas rolls into the ring and starts taking off his black leather jacket that says "The Sons" on it, preparing for the match.

VS
SINGLES MATCH

The ref orders both men to the middle of the ring to run through instructions. Barnes; too busy arguing with the jeering fans, refuses to comply. Lucas coolly calls his opponent over. Barnes ignores him to hit on a well-endowed ringside fan. Lucas tells him to get his ass over here! Mocking shock Matt Barnes struts across the ring, but stops two steps short to point at an extra loud Sinner in the front row. Darby screams “That’s it!” before going on the attack.

“Wrestling’s Bad Boy” becomes wrestling’s chicken$hit when he runs to duck between the ropes. Darby is still in hot pursuit clawing at the dodging and weaving Barnes. The ref orders Darby to back off and let him foe back into the ring. Wanting to avoid a DQ Lucas backs off.

Simone: Cheap shot by Barnes! What a -

Adams: Great tactic! Matt Barnes worked Darby like a true puppetmaster. He suckered him in now he’s giving him a beat down the Sons would be proud of.

Simone: And you would know that how? I don’t think we should be talking about the Sons, they strike me as a group that’s likes their privacy.

Matt Barnes shows how he earned his name by laying down a badass ass-kicking, he batters Darby with punches as kicks. Not giving the biker a second to gather his senses. From ringside Presley screams for her man to get up. He shoots her a grim, determined look through his scraggly hair.

Barnes maintains his assault laughing in Presley’s face with every shot. He laughs stop dead as Lucas raise an arm and blocks a shot, the color drains from Matt’s face as he realises all those shots he gave were not enough.

A Lucas Darby uppercut lifts Barnes off his feet, damn near leaving his boots behind. Matt goes for a full flip landing on his head in a corner his feet caught on the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers in unison with Darby’s scream as he storms across the ring planting a running knee in his opponents back. Without a second's pause; Lucas Darby locks in a Boston crab standing on the middle rope for extra torque.

As the ref reaches for he steps off the ropes, walks over Barnes; still holding his legs, then slingshots him into a faceplant, much to the crowds delight.

Adams: Lucas Darby has certainly won this crowd over tonight.

Simone: I’m not so sure he cares what the crowd thinks Jason, from what I understand he does what he wants when he wants.

Adams: So does Matt Barnes yet people boo him.

Simone: Correction Barnes does whatever is the douchiest, nastiest, scummiest thing to do. He aims to displease.

Looking more dazed than douchey Matt Barnes rolls to his side then sits up just in time to see o boot inches from his face. Lucas follows u with an elbow drop then a little ground and pound. He caps it off by smashing the back of the self-professed Elitist’s head into the mat.

Ignoring the crowds cheers the official warns Lucas about his behaviour, the “Reaper” threatens the ref with a punch from his SO-NS rings. With the referee in his place Lucas resumes his attack.

Low blow!

The ref either doesn’t see it or ignores it as payback for threats rendered. Barnes grits his teeth to hold back the brass band marching through his head, he hits the ropes, rebounds then hits a precise scissor kick.

He drops down for a cover.

1…

2-

Kickout.

Like a trooper Barnes manages to pose through the pain, the fans do not appreciate his dedication. He flips them off with one hand while using his other for return the few dozen punches afford him earlier.

Adams: Wrestling Bad Boy is getting his groove back. A vertical suplex rocks Darby to his core… he now finished yet Queen Bee… neckbreaker and it’s a beauty, great snap.

Simone: I have to give him that, Barnes has great technique in the ring. He’s a 3-sport varsity letter winner I would expect no less. But why does he have to be such an… ASSHOLE!

,Adams: A rolling knee drop finds it mark, he even manages to roll to his knees to pop a double bicep. Perfect! Presley can scream all she wants it won’t help. Yes we do want one more Matt.

Simone: You may but the crowd disagrees Jason.

Like a man walking on the moon Matt Barnes exaggerates his steps as he goes for a second rolling knee. This one misses. Lucas is already on his feet landing rapid fire punches to his opponents face. Barnes weathers the storm, somehow managing to get back to a vertical base.

Adams: Not his face, that’s his money maker.

Simone: He chose the wrong profession if he is worried about his looks, personally I prefer Lucas, Presley is one lucky lady.

Lucas lets lose with the “Shotgun Rain” firing multiple rights to Matt’s chest. Looking like he’s having a heart attack Barnes staggers backwards desperate to escape.

Spinebuster!! Barnes is driven damn near through the mat. Darby steps away for a second to flick his hair back off his face. He turns on a dime then fires back across the ring. The Badboy has managed to sit up, putting himself in the perfect position to feel the punishing impact of a Sliding D forearm smash. SCW’s favourite son hooks a leg for a quick count

1…

2…

Kickout!

Lucas is first to his feet, he stands poised on the ropes calling for Barnes to get up. The crowd stamps its feet helping his build momentum.

Simone: Barnes is on Rubber Leg Street, but he’s up. Lucas is in motion…. Running DDT!

Adams: No Matt Barnes blocks it! Pushes him off…

Simone: Clothesline by Darby… misses… Matt Barnes with an Irish whip… reversal…

"Wrestling's Bad Boy" his the buckle hard, but still has the presence of mind to get his knees up to meet a charging Lucas Darby. In a flash Barnes is on the top rope calling for his big finish, before he can leap Lucas Darby runs up the ropes… “GOOD NIGHT!”

Adams: Holy $hit! He just killed Matt Barnes! He punched him so hard in the face he fell off the top rope and to the floor!

Simone: Now that was impressive, Darby showed he is more than a brawler with that fancy footwork.

Adams: Who cares about footwork, we may have just send a murder in the ring! Matt Barnes is not moving.

Officials flood to ringside to check on "Wrestling's Bad Boy" who is face down at ringside. The crowd falls into a hushed silence, Lucas Darby looks concerned as he stands in a neutral corner chatting to Presley.

Darby’s manager cum girlfriend drops off the apron and slinks around to the officials. She asks if Barnes is ok, it’s Matt himself who answers with a double bird. With the salute still in the air Lucas is out of the ring he pulls Barnes out of the official’s arms. Matt dead-weights to the floor still feeling the impact of his fall. Some of the audience seem torn as whether to cheer or boo the aggressive Lucas Darby.

Oblivious Darby lifts Barnes into the ring. He sends Presley back to her corner then dives in the ring. He drags Barnes to his feet by the hair as he stands his fist raised above his head.

Small package by Barnes

1…

2…

Kickout!

A swinging ax handle by Darby misses, Barnes hits an atomic drop then a Northern Lariat. He quickly climbs the ropes looking to finish a gruelling match.

Adams: Say goodnight Belinda its time for the Showstopper!

Simone: UPPER CUT FOREARM BY LUCAS DARBY! He timed that perfectly as Barnes went for his blockbuster Darby took his head off!!!

Adams: Noooo Barnes can’t lose!!!

Simone: He just did!

The ref slaps the mat for the third time and calls for the bell. "Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch blasts over the speakers as Darby rolls out of the ring to his woman waiting on his Harley. He fires it up and rides up the ramp. Presley pumps her fists as the crowd cheers.

Justin: The winner of the match.... Lucas Darby!

Matt Barnes holds his jaw as he looks at Lucas Darby, a look of anger on his face. Barnes gets to his feet and spins Darby around, dropping him with a huge shot the jaw. As Darby hits the ground, Barnes puts his boot across his throat. The referee tries to pull Barnes away from Darby, but Barnes keeps his foot in place. The lights in the arena drop out

Simone: What the hell is going on?

The lights flicker back on and the fans cheer

Adams: Frost is in the ring!

Barnes turns around and Frost nails him with a flurry of right hands. Barnes backs up against the ropes and Frost clotheslines him over the top! Frost steps up and charges at the rope opposite. Frost comes bounding back and flies over the top, crashing down on Barnes! Security pile out from the back and split the two up

Simone: Barnes is a sore loser. We should be glad that Lucian Frost came in for the save

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After the match the cameras quickly opened up on Odette Ryder and Stoner Scott Oliver standing in the far back halls. Odette had cleaned herself up from her earlier run in with the mean girls and was still smiling brightly looking like a lost little school girl up into Scott’s eyes. Standing with her back pressed up against the cold wall the two could be heard mumbling.

Scott: I think you’re going to be in a lot of trouble missy…

Leaning his right forearm up against the wall Scott hovered over Odette.

Odette: Trouble I can handle but you on the other hand I just haven’t figured out yet…

Nervously laughing Odette played with the hem on her shirt

Odette: so um I just wanted to say thank you again for the new shoes, I love them!

Naturally the camera man panned down to Odette’s new bright blue golf shoes, now reaching over to play with the hem of Scott’s shirt Odette bit down on her bottom lip.

Odette: so I was thinking that after tonight show we could go out and get a bite to eat or somethin’?

As Odette waited for his answer she rocked back on her heels as Scott seemed to have zoned out on her, running her tongue across her teeth she grew nervous

Odette: Scott?

Scott still didn’t reply he was just either looking at Odette or as the wall, she wasn’t sure and was starting to feel uneasy.

Odette: Hello Scott did you hear me?

Snapping out of his spaced out bubble Scott blinked rapidly at Odette

Scott: ah yeah sure…

Smiling childishly Odette seemed confused like Scott either just zoned out on her or that he wasn’t too keen to go to dinner. Licking her lips she knew just how to change his mind, stepping up on her tippy toes Odette brought her lips just inches away from Scott’s lingering there for a few seconds before crushing them against this. Laying the softest kiss on his lips she could manage, cheers from the crowd could be heard as they parted. Walking off without a word being said she left the scene. The camera switches over to one side, to The Surf Boys standing watching the events

Narly: No way!

Radical: Way!

Narly: I thought he was stoned when he told us he was gonna get it on with a hot chick

Radical: I totally owe you a coke now, dude of dudes! We so need to take up tips on how to pick up chicks from that dude!

Narly: SHA! Totally haaaaaaawt

Radical: Think she'll sign my ass cheek? Opposite the Misty tattoo

Narly: Totally!

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The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see a furious Matthew Kennedy storming down the hallways, the crowd, off course, greets him with the usual boos but strangely enough Jason isn’t with him, instead a significantly older balding man in a suit and tie is following him.

MK: Christian’s office should be around here somewhere.

AS: Yes off course Matthew, but please make it quick I have other clients to tend too.

Matthew doesn’t answer him as the two men find themselves outside Christian’s office, Matthew knocks on the door and waits for an answer.

"Yes?"

The door opens and Christian looks out into the hallway and sees who his 'visitor' is and he rolls his eyes.

Christian: Oh great. This is what I get for agreeing to take the reigns from Mark for the night.

Christian steps back to give the two men ample room to enter and he beckons them to do so with an inviting wave of the hand, Matthew sits down on a chair and rests his hands on the arm rests whilst the older man chooses to stand.

MK: Let’s get down to business Christian, this is Albert Silvermane and he is my attorney.

Albert gives a respectful nod to Christian before stepping forward, the mere fact that he’s Matthew’s lawyer earns him immeasurable boos from the crowd.

AS: Good evening Mr. Underwood, as we both now my client lost the Roulette Championship last week on Climax Control to Casey Williams…..

The mere mention of the new champion’s name gets a sizeable pop from the crowd; Matthew rolls his eyes and clears his throat obviously not wanting to relive that.

AS: As a result my client is invoking he rematch clause and the match is to be honored under the terms of the original contract which as may remember gives my client the ability to veto any stipulation he sees fit.

Matthew smirks at that part before leaning forward.

MK: Off course Christian you could deny that but then I’d have to sue you for breach of contract, wouldn’t I? But on the other hand I know you don’t want to do that for reasons other than legal because like it or not you know deep down inside in places you don’t like to talk about at parties you know this company needs me as champion!

The crowd boos that statement but Matthew doesn’t pay attention.

MK: So, what’s it going to be?

Christian just smiles and takes a seat on his desk's edge and pauses a moment in contemplation.

Christian: We need you as champion, is that right? Correct me if I'm wrong, but when last I checked from the match I saw, you were about to get put away by Bo Dreamwolf before Nick Jones interfered. I mean, if it wasn't for him, you probably wouldn't have that title right now.

Christian stands up and walks around his desk and pulls out his chair and had a seat before continuing.

Christian: Actually, Matthew, if you and your ... attorney, paid close enough attention to that contract, loopholes and all, there's nothing saying that I can't strip you of that title for the way you won it, right now, and return it to the man you pretty much stole it from. Or, I could just give him a shot at Casey first and then all this is moot. After all, you can invoke the rematch clause all you want but in the end, it's Mark and I who decide WHEN that rematch takes place.

The crowd cheers and Christian leans forward on his desk.

Christian: Now, are we going to discuss this like two businessmen, or do you want to turn this into a pissing contest? Because there are other certain little tidbits in that contract of yours that your lawyer there either missed out on, or just flat out neglected to tell you.

Matthew scowls at this but keeps his cool, Albert is clearly sweating bullets as the implications set in.

MK: I need a word with my attorney.

Matthew doesn’t give Christian a chance to answer before pulling Albert aside.

MK: I thought you told me that there was nothing wrong with the contract!

AS: There isn’t I swear it!

Matthew turns towards Christian as does Albert.

MK: Believe it or not Christian I am reasonable, what do you want to discuss?

Christian frowns.

Christian: Funny how reasonable someone gets when they realize they don't have everything they believed they did. First of all, you have the same contract everybody else has Mister Kennedy. The same contract as Nick Jones and Rage and Bo Dreamwolf and Misty... you get the idea. And none of them have veto power over their match stipulations, if there are any to begin with! Especially when we're talking about the roulette division where the stipulations are the life blood of the division itself. If you could veto stipulations, then I find it awfully funny why you didn't use this 'power' when you found yourself in that mud match. I mean, you made it obvious you didn't want to be in it.

Christian reaches forward and pulls a folder towards him and looks up.

Christian: You're the one who came charging in here, ready to blow your own horn to try to make me dance to your tune. And sorry but I don't play that game for anyone. I've been a part of this business for thirteen years. I have the best manager the world has seen, and not to toot my own horn, but I've held a fair number of championships in that time. I'm fair, Matthew. I'll treat everyone here the same. I'll reward them if they deserve it. But don't mistake me for Mark. Uh, that's Mister Ward to you. I try to stay out of the main eye of the shows. He was always more of a show man than I am. But if you come charging in here, acting the part of an ass with your ambulance chaser at your side...

Christian leans over to look at Matthew's attorney.

Christian: No offense.

He leans back to return his eyes to Primetime.

Christian: then, that is when we, as in you and I, will start to have problems. Do we understand each other?

Matthew scowls at this before rubbing his chin in deep thought.

MK: Very well Mr. Underwood…

Matthew says with contempt in his voice that he doesn’t even bother to hide.

MK: We understand each other perfectly, but like it or not I had the intelligence to make sure that a rematch clause was included in my contract when I signed with the company at the beginning of the year and I’m not leaving until I get that rematch, simple as that.

AS: Maybe there’s a compromise we can reach.

Matthew turns to his attorney and motions for him to go on with his hand.

AS: My client gets his rematch with Mr. Williams, however should he lose the rematch then he won’t challenge for the Roulette Championship so long as Mr. Williams remains in possession of the championship, I understand that you are a busy man Mr. Underwood but I don’t want my client taking up any more of your time than necessary.

Christian looks from the attorney to Matthew.

Christian: Where did you get this guy? I already said you'd get your rematch. You don't need to put any future title shots on the line. Although...

He shrugs.

Christian: It is common practice that if you lose a title match, you have to step back while others get their chances. That's pretty much when you have to start working your way back up. We wouldn't have booked you against Bo, Matthew, if we didn't think you deserved it. This deal between you and Casey is between you. If you want to make that stipulation, I'll enter it into the contract. But you are getting your rematch.

Casey knocks on the door of Christian Underwood’s office, knowing that Matthew Kennedy would try to get a rematch for the Roulette Championship, which is hanging on Casey's shoulder. Casey has his attorney, Victor Westen, with him.

Christian: Come in!

Casey and Victor walks into the office, and sees that Matthew Kennedy is still in there.

Casey: So, Matthew, you just had to cry to Christian about losing your precious Roulette Championship to me, and you had to demand a rematch. Well, I have news for you bud.

As Casey says this, Victor opens the briefcase, and hands him the contract that Matthew had drawn up, signed and forced Casey to sign in his own blood.

Casey: You know what this is. This is the contract that was drawn up while you were champion, that you signed, and forced me to sign in my blood after that assault by Johnny Brown, Stu Smith, and followed up by you and Jason Burnside. Guess what? It is never a valid contract where I technically never signed it, you dumb son of a bitch! Isn’t it poetic justice that your hired lackey there, Jason Burnside put me through that table we used when you signed that contract, and that title match we had was a tables match, in which I put you through after you put Aleksei Koji through one to win the Roulette Championship that you held dear. I proved to the world that you can’t beat me unless you have some help. I will prove it once again when we face again.

Casey then tears up the original contract, and then he throws the contract like confetti into the air. Victor then hands Casey another contract.

Casey: Seeing I knew after beating you for the Roulette Championship last week, I knew you would want to invoke your rematch clause for the title. That is fine and dandy, and I took it upon myself to meet with my attorney and draw up a little contract of my own. One that doesn’t favor you as heavily as the one you drew up was. In this contract, I have made a few stipulations. First off, Jason attempt to interfere in any of my matches before your rematch, you lose your rematch. Second, if you so much as lay a finger on me unless we are in a match together, you lose your rematch. Third, If you and Jason lay your hands on any member of other organizations like Jason did to Sam and Tom, you lose your rematch. Lastly, if you or Jason lay a finger on Spike Staggs, or any other member of the roster without being in a sanctioned match or any of my friends or family members, you lose your rematch.

As Casey says this, he signs the contract for the world to see. Casey then gives a sinister laugh as he shows the signature to Victor for him to notarize it..

Casey: Speaking of Sam and Tom, let me give you guys an update on their condition. Tom is in stable condition, he only suffered minor bumps and bruises. Sam, on the other hand, suffered a concussion, 2 broken ribs, and a broken arm, and is going to be out of action for an undisclosed time. With his concussion, the doctor said he wasn’t going to take any chances, and when his ribs and arm heals, they will run more tests for the concussion.

Casey then puts the new contract on the table, giving Matthew a chance to look it over, and then he signs it, and has his attorney notarize it, making it a valid contract. Casey and Victor leaves Christians office. Casey then looks at the camera one more time, and speaks once again, this time to Wyatt Peterson, and moves the Roulette Championship from one shoulder to the other.

Casey: Hey Wyatt, welcome back. Looks like a lot has changed since I took you out. I no longer have the tag titles, but I have the Roulette Championship. As you well know, I am still a marked man, and not just by you for the injuries I inflicted to you, but by some of the others on the roster because of my gold. So I am glad that Tom kicked your head off. This way, I can focus on the title, and IF I should lose it, then I can go back to kicking your ass.

Casey and Victor then leave the arena and head back to the hotel to relax, seeing what they set to accomplish has been accomplished.

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Several quick camera angles switch about the hallways of the Cashman Field, even catching a few angles of the crowd in the process. The clicking of a keyboard can be heard as they quickly switch inside of the structure, near the locker room areas. The audience can be heard whispering as the feed continues to focus outside of a room that is labeled as the office of “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward. Angelica is seen walking inside of the room as a brief bit of laughter can be heard in a distorted manner, as if from behind a voice scrambler. Silence overtakes the screen for a moment before the sound of HS’s door closing is heard. Just a few seconds later, there is a scream that comes from within. A bit of a shuffling is heard immediately following, then silence once again. Just a few moments later, a tall, cloaked figure walks out from the office carrying a laptop. A few more buttons are heard before a ringing noise is heard. A click, followed by the thick English accent of “Hot Stuff: comes over the phone.>

Hot Stuff: Hello?

Mystery Person: Yes, Mark Ward? I wanted to let you know that there was a scream heard coming from within your locker room. It sounded like a whore getting whacked… Hahaha…

Hot Stuff: Who the bloody hell is this?

The phone call clicks off as the laughter continues, and the figure disappears from out of the camera’s view. The camera remains idly there as the security team rushes to the room, soon followed by “Hot Stuff” himself. He frantically pushes past the guards and pushes open the door to his office. He stands there for a moment in shock before entering inside of the room.>

Mystery Person: Oh, I guess I need to switch it over for you, because this is the best part…

After a few more key commands, the view switches to looking at the door. Obviously “Hot Stuff” cannot hear the mystery person any longer, but his face is twisted into a sickened mixture of disbelief and anger. The view then switches to an eye level view of the room, to show off an aquarium full of snakes, packed to the rim. But the worst part are the dozens of chairs hanging from the ceiling of the room. HS ducks under them before leaning down besides Angelica, who is laying face down on the cold hard ground. HS looks down to see the chair wrapped around her knee, and he clinches his fist. He looks back at the security with an enraged look on his face.>

Hot Stuff: What the hell are you lot doing just standing there? Get a damned medic in here right now!

Mystery Person: The irony is just too much to handle. Did you look on your desk? This might make a lot more sense if you did…

HS lifts Angelica’s head slightly, but she remains motionless. He stands up and delivers a Red Hot to the aquarium with snakes, not giving any regard to whether or not they are venomous snakes within. As he turns around, he notices a small wrestling ring made for GXW action figures, with a single one laying face down and a chair wrapped around the knee. It is unnecessary at this point, but he turns it over to see the official GXT Spike Staggs action figure, and he squeezes it until it cracks. And the lower half falls to the ground.

Mystery Person: That is just me being flashy… Why don’t you look a little to the left and see the real irony of it all?

Hot Stuff: That little sonuvabitch! He’s dead as soon as I see him, fake forgiveness from a woman beater…

HS’s eyes wander over to spot an officially packaged Spike Staggs action figure, a slightly later model, and his eyes sink. He drops the package, and the camera angle switches over to show the figure with the signature sadistic smile, and it comes with a… steel chair. As the medics rush in, the laughter rings out once again before fading back out to ringside.

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The SCW Roulette Championship will be on the line in the official return match when the new champion, Casey Williams, puts the title on the line against former champion, Primetime Matthew Kennedy!

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Simone: Well we're about to come up for the final match in the first round of the Bombshell Tag team tournament, and we still don't know who is going to be Kittie's partner.

Adams: Does Kittie even know?

Simone: If she does, she's not saying anything. But this match has potential for chaos all around. Kittie's mystery partner for one, and on the other side you have two women who are ready to kill each other over the Bombshell singles championship! I don't know what Christian was thinking!

Adams: He was thinking of ratings! Chick fights equal big ratings!

Belinda rolls her eyes as the camera returns to the SCW's six-sided ring where Justin Decent stands with Drew Patton in the corner.

Justin: The following contest is an opening round match in the SCW Bombshell Tag Team tournament! Introducing first, to be accompanied by Synn, from Henderson, Nevada, weighing 120 pounds, the Sin of Envy ... Kittie!

The opening drum beat of “Lollirot” by Jack Off Jill begins blasting through the speakers as the light flash along with the music. As the instrumentals pick up, Kittie shoves her way through the curtains, followed by Synn. A spotlight lands on her as she pauses, throwing her head forward, and then back. She lets her hair fall down over her face, and it slowly falls back as she moves her head slowly from one side to the other. She throws her hands up in the air and lets out a scream before she starts skipping down the entryway. She bops her head to the side as she goes. She stops to stick her tongue out at a booing fan or two, and then she continues skipping until about half way to the ring. From there she makes a mad dash toward the ring, leaping onto the apron. She quickly bangs her head as she dances to the nearest turnbuckle. She climbs it, and pauses there, looking out across the audience through her hair as they boo her. She throws her middle fingers in the air before jumping down into the ring. She paces back and forth quickly as her music dies down.

Justin: And Kittie's tag team partner...

Kittie turns to look towards the entrance stage, as does everyone else.

Adams: So, who is it?

The silence is deafening when familiar music starts to play over the speakers...

"I love myself
I want you to love me
When I'm feelin' down
I want you above me
I search myself
I want you to find me
I forget myself
I want you to remind me
I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself
I don't want anybody else
Oh no, oh no, oh no"

Adams: Oh wow, really???

Justin: To be accompanied by Sxxxy Shane Boswell! From Akron, Ohio, weighing 125 pounds, the Sin of Lust ... Fantasia!

The fiery red headed vixen steps out onto the stage in a black, lace robe and high heels. The crowd cheers and whistles. Accompanied by Sxxxy Shane Boswell, Fantasia struts down the ramp and to where the ring where Shane holds the ropes open for her to step through -- Shane admiring "the view" on her way inside. Fantasia then slips off her robe and the cheers intensify as she reveals herself to be wearing a two-piece, black and pink lingerie outfit.

Adams: It's been ages since we last saw Fantasia inside of an SCW ring!

Simone: Kittie really lucked out here. Fantasia is probably the most experienced woman in this match.

Jason turns and looks at her. Belinda snarls.

Simone: At wrestling, Jason! Get your mind out of the gutter!

Justin: Their opponents! First from Ottowa, Ontario, Canada, weighing 128 pounds ... Vixen!

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.

Simone: I still can't fathom this. The number one challenger being forced to team with the woman who blatantly attacked her!

Adams: And who she'll be meeting in the ring in just a few short weeks.

Vixen stands in the ring, looking toward Kittie and Fantasia across the ring before she turns to face the entry.

Justin: Her tag tam partner is accompanied by Electra, and she is the current SCW Bombshell Champion! From Chicago, Illinois, weighing 130 pounds ... Misty!

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, accompanied by her friend and resident pyromaniac, Electra Blaze. They stand at the entrance, and Misty hoists her Bombshell and NWA Cruiserweight titles above her, showing them off with a smug grin on her face, as the crowd viciously boos her. She ignores the booing, then places her one title over each of her shoulders, before she slowly starts walking to the ring, behind Electra. When the two reach the ring, they walk up the steel steps, Electra first, and she walks over to hold the ropes open for Misty. Misty starts to step through when Vixen charges at her and swings to make a grab but Misty hurriedly drops to the floor, and Electra quickly follows!

Adams: Whoa! Vixen isn't waiting for "Into the Void" to try for Misty!

Misty starts shouting at the referee and pointing at Vixen when Kittie, ever the opportunist, runs up behind Vixen, grabs two handfuls of her hair and throws her down to the mat! Drew hurriedly calls for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

VS
BOMBSHELL TAG TITLE TOURNAMENT

Kittie stands right on Vixen's hair and grabs her arms and pulls up on them, tearing at her scalp in a standing hair pull, screaming incoherently. Vixen's own shrieks fill the air as Drew issues his count.

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

Kittie lets go and snarls at the official who takes a hasty step back.

Adams: Geez! Not even a minute into the match and Kittie is already on the verge of being disqualified.

Kittie quickly grabs Vixen by the hair and Vixen fights back, throwing two fists into Kittie's stomach but Kittie returns the favor by kicking her in the sternum, knocking her back down. Kittie pulls her up by the hair and snapmares her viciously over by the hair three straight times.

Simone: When I used to wrestle, I hated it when my opponents would grab my hair like that! It hurt like Hell!

Adams: Which is pretty much why Kittie does it.

Kittie takes her by the arm and sends Vixen into the nearest corner and follows right in with a dropkick, sending Vixen onto her backside in the corner. Kittie then runs around the ring and comes right into the corner again, this time with a baseball slide into Vixen's chest! Kittie drags her out of the corner by the leg and covers her, hooking the leg.

1.....
2..... Vixen kicks out.

Kittie grabs her and tags Fantasia who climbs into the ring and sends Vixen reeling with a vicious slap across the face. Fantasia goes to send her into the corner but Vixen reverses it and instead it's Fantasia that hits the corner. Vixen comes in and brings her out with a monkey flip, throwing Fantasia the length of the ring. Fantasia gets up and falls back into the corner and Vixen goes for a repeat but Fantasia hooks her arms over the top rope and Vixen falls back, hitting the canvas hard.

Simone: There's the experience factor right there. Fantasia saw that one coming a mile away.

Fantasia struts over to the fallen Vixen and turns away from her before leaping back onto her with a standing moonsault. Fantasia straddles her shoulders and fluffs her hair in a modest cover.

1.....
2..... Vixen uses her legs to roll Fantasia back into her own cover.

1.....
2..... Fantasia kicks out.

Both women are right up and Fantasia stops Vixen fast with a rake of the eyes. Fantasia then Irish whips her into the ropes and catches her for a sidewalk slam but Vixen scissors her head and spins them both around in a Whirly bird headscissors before throwing the Sin of Lust over! the fans are on their feet, cheering but Vixen is too close to her corner and Misty tags herself into the match. The crowd starts booing as Misty climbs in and Vixen grabs her and spins her around but Misty shoves her back. Vixen starts to confront her but Drew blocks her and orders her out.

Adams: I am sensing a lack of cohesiveness on that team's part.

Simone: I'm shocked you even know the meaning of that word.

Fantasia is getting up but Misty runs over and shoves her head-first through the ropes. She uses one hand to pull her opponent's hair and the other to gouge at her eyes. Drew starts his count.

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

Misty waves him off and pulls Fantasia back through and against the ropes and she hammers her with forearm smashes. Misty whips her off into the ropes and dives forward, slamming into Fantasia with a spear. Misty stands up and holds her arms out and allows the crowd to boo her as Electra applauds from ringside.

Adams: I guess it's nice Misty has at least one fan. Too bad it's Electra.

But Misty isn't paying attention as Vixen grabs her by the arm and pulls her closer so she can tag herself in. Vixen climbs in and runs right past an angry Bombshell champion and Vixen hits Fantasia hard and fast with a Shining Wizard as she tries to get up. Fantasia is sent down and Vixen goes for the cover!

1.....
2..... Kittie runs in and stomps on Vixen, stopping the count.

Simone: Lucky Kittie is so quick on her feet or that one could have been over.

Drew ushers Kittie out as Vixen pulls Fantasia up and knife edge chops her in the chest. Fantasia fights back, hitting her with her own chop. Fantasia goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Vixen reverses it. Fantasia comes running off the ropes and Vixen goes for a hurricanrana but Fantasia drops her right down with a powerbomb counter! Fantasia rolls over and tags Kittie back in. Kittie pulls Vixen up from behind and brings her over with a belly-to-back suplex. Kittie rolls over and covers her.

1.....
2..... Vixen kicks out.

Kittie grabs her and goes to send her into the corner but Vixen runs right up the turnbuckles and leaps off, sunset flipping Kittie from out of nowhere right off the top!

1.....
2..... Fantasia breaks it up!

Adams: OH MY GOD! That was close!

Vixen sends Kittie into the ropes and goes for a hiptoss but Kittie blocks it. Vixen doubles her over with a shot to the gut, then uses her leg over Kittie's head to flip over, scissoring her head and bringing her over with a successful hurricanrana! Vixen jumps to her feet and hits the ropes but Misty reaches it and cuffs her in the back of the head, 'tagging' in again. Vixen spins around as misty steps in and the two rivals get right in each other's faces, screaming at each other as the crowd goes wild cheering for the impending altercation! Drew rushes up and starts to separate them and the crowd boos.

Adams: Aw c'mon! Let `em go at it!

Fuming, Vixen steps through the ropes and Misty walks right up, taunting her. Misty starts to back away with a smug smile on her face when suddenly Vixen reaches in and grabs her by the hair, and drops down to the floor, catapulting Misty's throat on the top rope!

Simone: Holy...!

Adams: Don't say it!

Misty staggers back, holding her throat and gagging as Vixen brushes past a stunned Electra and heads up the aisle!

Adams: She's leaving! She's walking out on her partner!

Simone: I don't see these two as ever having been partners!

Misty stumbles back around and Kittie kicks her in the stomach, doubling her over! Kittie grabs her in a front facelock and hits...

Adams: Eye of the Kat!

Kittie quickly pulls Misty up into another front facelock and cradles her leg, bringing her over in the Kat's Cradle!

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

The crowd cheers as Fantasia enters the ring with Shane and Synn right behind! They raise their team's hands in victory.

Justin: The winners of the match, advancing to the semi-finals ... Kittie and Fantasia!

Simone: The Sin women pull off this win and advance in the Bombshell tag title tournament, but they have to give a nod for the assist from Vixen!

Adams: I can't believe Vixen did that! Well I can, after what Misty did to her, but wow! She's passed up a chance at the Tag titles to focus solely on the singles gold!

Simone: That she did and it adds even more fuel to the fire when those two women meet at 'Into the Void'!

Electra helps pull Misty from the ring. Misty hold her head and glares forward toward the stage where Vixen stands with a smile and waves at her before turning and vanishing behind the curtains.

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During the show's intermission, Despayre is shown in the backstage area where fans were able to go visit the concession stands to get a hot dog or nachos, perhaps something to drink. they were also heading for the scant few souvenir stands to pick up a picture or tshirt.

Despayre is standing with a stack of papers and is wearing a #PutHawkesOnTV tshirt. Just a foot to his left, seated on a chair beside a small table, is Angel the teddy bear, wearing his own #PutHawkesOnTV tshirt.

Despayre: Sign? Sign the petition to get James Huntington-Hawkes III back on TV?

He holds the papers and a pen out to passing fans but they continue to pass on to their destinations. Despayre turns his head to look at Angel and he frowns as there is a huge line of fans at the table, signing the petition in front of the bear.

Despayre: Hey how come you are getting all the people to sign? ... Oh yeah!? I do so know how to talk to them!

Despayre holds a paper and pen out to a passing group.

Despayre: Please sign...?

But the fans pass him by and a fresh group starts to walk past...

DESPAYRE: SIGN THE PETITION!!!!!

The fans jump at the outburst and scramble to get in line in front of Despayre and with shaking hands, start to sign the papers he offers to them. Despayre turns to Angel with a smug smile and sticks his tongue out at the bear.

Despayre: Nyah!

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Back inside of the Cashman Field building, the camera switches over to surveillance footage outside of a door marked “Personnel Only”. There is a white piece of folded paper taped to the door, waving in the wind. The angle switches to an eye level view of the hallway. It isn’t long before Electra Blaze is seen walking down the hall. As she moves out of view of this angle, it switches back to the original angle. As she approaches the door with a smile, she pulls the note off of the door and unfolds it. The camera zooms in to see the bold print that says “Meet me downstairs. I have a present for you…” She crumples up the paper and tosses it behind her. As she picks the lock to the door, she disappears from out of view. After a few more seconds, it switches to an actual camera view from inside of the equipment room. A path is lit with candles as Electra comes down the stares and into the dimly lit view. She grabs a baseball bat and twirls it around in her hands as she moves along the path.

Electra: Hello? Helllllo??? Anybody down here?

She looks around cautiously, still expecting a present, but careful not to let her guard down. She looks off to the sides, making sure no one is sneaking around. She picks up one of the candles and plays with the flame as she moves along.

Electra: Whoever you are, you know the direct line to my heart with these candles. I love fire scented.

She chuckles to herself as she rounds the corner to another door. Behind her, one of the wrapped up mannequins moves behind her. She doesn’t notice it, as she is paying more attention to the key dangling from a string. She carefully yanks on it, removing the key from the ceiling, and she quickly gets the door open, as if a key were even needed. The camera angle switches over to a night vision screening of the pitch black room. The candle causes a hot white glare as she sets it down on the table. As she does, she sees a lantern and a book of matches. She snatches them up and lights the lantern to see a big gift wrapped box sitting in the middle of the table the lantern was on. She looks at the tag.

Electra: “To my fiery companion, lots of love…” How sweet… and unlike Misty. Oh well.

She pulls the top off of the box and a snake lunges out of it, causing Electra to let a scream out. It hisses as it darts out of the door. She carefully inspects the box before turning it over. As she does, she sees a silver matchbox car. She grits her teeth and then suddenly calms herself down.

Electra: Oh you think you are sooo clever, Spike? We’ll just have to see how you like other precious things of yours being set on fire…

As she turns toward the door, it slams shut and the bolt is heard locking her inside. She walks over to it frantically fighting with it before giving the door one last hard kick. She walks over to the box and in frustration, she pulls the small car out of it and chucks it at the wall, not noticing the ignited fuse on the end. As it collides with the door, a small explosion goes off. She jumps back, and as it goes off, several other things around the room pop off, startling her and causing a small fire to start. A distorted laughter can be heard.

Mystery Voice: Irony seems to be the theme of the night, and I love it…

The scene quickly fades to the next.

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The SCW Heavyweight Championship will headline the supercard when Nick Jones puts his title on the line against the winner of tonight's Fatal Fourway Main Event! Will it be Blaque Hart Bruce Evans? Will it be Nick's rival Bo Dreamwolf? or will it be ring legend Jordan Williams? Find out tonight in the Main Event!

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Justin: The following contest is a four corners match to become the number one contender to the SCW Heavyweight title...

The crowd cheer

Justin: Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds, he is.... "BLAQUE HART" BRUCE EVANS!

"Oh Canada" starts to play and the arrogant and cocky Blaque Hart Bruce Evans appears from behind the curtain to the fans boo. He walks to the ring with his bodyguard, ignoring the booing crowd and gets to the ring. He raises his arms as the boos intensify

Justin: And his opponent, from parts unknown, weighing in at three hundred pounds even, he is.... 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.

Justin: And their opponent, coming at you from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in at two hundred and fifty three pounds, he is... JORDAN "PS" WILLIAMS!

"Thugz Passion" by Tupac blast arena speakers as a spotlight is shined on the entrance to show smoke engulfs the area. Suddenly Jordan "PS" Williams emerges from the smoke and the crowd erupts into cheers! Jordan stops at the top of the entrance with his head down. Jordan slowly lifts his head up to show his cocky grin and the crowd goes into an uproar. The spotlight follows as Jordan walks down the aisle pumped up. Jordan slaps fives with the fans. Over zealous fans try to pull him into the crowd! Security breaks it up as Jordan has a big smile on his face. Jordan continues to slap fives with the fans until he climbs onto the apron. Jordan hops into the ring and climbs to the second turnbuckle. The fans are cheering and chanting "TOO GOOD FOR YA! TOO GOOD FOR YA!" as Jordan takes in the scene and then does his double guns pose (ala Jeff Hardy) before hopping down to the canvas.

Justin: And their opponent, from Tahlequah, Oklahoma, weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, he is.... BO DREAMWOLF!

The calls of "Return to Innocence" sounds across the PA system. Between the first chant and the second chant, Dreamwolf appears and stands at the top of the ramp bowing his head, then around the 2nd chant, Dreamwolf marches to the ring, his eyes fixed on the ring and the opponent within. Sliding inside, he then mounts the turnbuckle in the corner and raises a fist to the fans, letting loose with his own war cry to which the fans reply with enthusiastic cheers and applause.

Simone: So much at stake in this one

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout. Moments later, Nick Jones walks out through the curtain, causing the boos to intensify. Nick walks to the top of the rampway and then stops for a moment. Nick drops down to a knee as, a cocky smirk then comes across his face as he flexes his muscles. Nick then gets up and makes his way down the rampway. He heads 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 announce table

Adams: Looks like we're about to be joined by Nick Jones

All four men stare out of the ring at Nick Jones taking a seat at the commentary table, placing a headset on

Simone: I guess we have another guest commentator

Nick: Yes, I know, every idiot in the back thinks he can come out here, put on a headset and entertain the world, but just remember, I started this trend, because the bosses wanted the best to come out and commentate, but now every Tom, Dick and Matthew Kennedy wants to do it.

The referee, Jasmine St John, calls for the bell

VS VS VS
MAIN EVENT - FATAL FOUR WAY - NUMBER ONE CONTENDERS MATCH FOR HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE

Jordan and Bo circle each other, the two highly technical wrestlers lock up and struggle for an advantage. Jordan gets behind Bo and lifts him off him feet, dropping him face first. Bo struggles and gets on his knees. He grabs Jordans wrist and springs up, jumping behind him with a waist lock. Bo pulls Jordan to his feet but Jordan rolls and flips Bo over. Both men land on their knees, looking across the ring at each other as the fans clap with appreciation. Jordan nods at Bo and both men get to their feet.

Nick: Boring technical crap, bring out the chairs

On the other side of the ring, Blaque Hart tries to attack Rage from behind as he watches the exchange from Jordan and Bo. Rage rolls his shoulders back and turns around to Blaque Hart, shaking his head and Blaque Hart tries to catch him with a punch, but Rage catches his hand and just lifts him up, throwing him across the ring. Blaque Hart scrambles in to the corner and Rage stalks towards him and kicks him in the chest. Blaque Hart tries to cover up, but Rage puts a boot across his throat, choking him in the corner. Rage reaches down and grabs Blaque Hart by the throat, pulling him back to his feet and starts slamming heavy shots in to Blaque Hart's chest. Rage pulls him out of the corner and throws him backward in the corner, his back bouncing off the turnbuckle.

Simone: I bet you're not rooting for Rage in this one

Nick: Doesn't matter, already beat that guy.

On the other side of the ring. Jordan has Bo in a rear chinlock, but Bo gets to his feet and pulls Jordan over his shoulders, slamming him hard on his back. As Jordan lands, Bo drops a knee down to the top of Jordan's head. Bo quickly pulls Jordan to his feet, trying to keep up on the offensive and throws Jordan in the ropes. As Jordan comes back, Bo ducks his head, Jordan grabs Bo's arms and takes him down with a backslide. The referee drops down to count

1...
2

Bo kicks out

Adams: Jordan nearly pulled the win out of nowhere

Nick: He is only facing Bo in there.

Both Jordan and Bo get to their feet at the same time, but Jordan moves slightly quicker, locking his arms around Bo's waist and throwing him over his shoulder, Bo landing hard on the ground. Jordan turns around to face Bo, but Rage takes Jordan down with a hard clothesline. As Rage reaches down for Jordan, Bo rolls Rage up with a schoolboy pin

1...
2...

Rage kicks out strongly

Rage pounds the floor in frustration but Blaque Hart appears from the other side of the ring and kicks him hard in the face. Blaque Hart turns his attentions to Bo and pulls him to his feet, jabbing him with a sharp elbow to the chin, forcing Bo back across the ropes, holding his jaw. He grabs Bo from behind and lifts him in the air, nailing Bo with an atomic drop.

Nick: Who uses the atomic drop anymore? Is this guy basing his wrestling skills from the 50s or something

Bo steps away from Blaque Hart, holding his spine. Blaque Hart grabs Bo by the head and locks his hands around Bo's chin, dropping down and crashing Bo to the ground.

Simone: A bit more modern for you Nick?

Nick: Nope, stolen from the 90s

Bo rolls away and Evans picks him up, but Bo grabs hold of his legs and lifts Blaque Hart off his feet and slams him down with a spinebuster. Bo stays on top for a cover

1...
2

Blaque Hart kicks out

On the other side of the ring, Jordan has Rage in the corner, but Rage grabs Jordan and spins him into the corner instead. Rage steps back and charges at Jordan, but Jordan puts his feet up, Rage charges in to them. Jordan quickly springs on to the top rope and jumps off, grabbing Rage as he flies by and dropping him down with a bulldog. Jordan gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, dropping a leg across Rage's chest. Rage rolls away but Jordan drops down, wrapping his legs around Rage's throat and wrenches his arm back

Adams: Jordan trying to make Rage quit

Out of nowhere, Bo slides across the ring, catching Jordan in the face with a baseball slide, stopping Rage from tapping out. Jordan rolls towards the ropes but Blaque Hart sneaks up behind Bo, spinning him around, but Bo kicks out. As Blaque Hart ducks, Bo jumps up and nails him with a fam-ass-er. Blaque Hart rolls towards the ropes, wrapping his foot around the bottom rope before Bo can cover.

Simone: Veteran move from Blaque Hart

Nick: That's cause he's old

Jordan and Rage fight their way to their feet, throwing heavy shots towards each other. Rage takes advantage by nailing Jordan with a thunderous right uppercut. Jordan falls backwards against the ropes, but as he stumbles forward, Rage picks him up with a gorilla press slam, spinning around to the crowd. Rage throws him up in the air and steps back, dropping Jordan down. As Jordan falls through the air, Rage drops to a knee. Jordan crashes down hard on to Rage's knee and rolls over, holding his midsection. Rage leans over Jordan, a twisted smile on his face and picks him off his feet. He wraps two hands around Jordan's throat and lifts him high in the air and tosses him across the ring. As Rage stalks towards him, Bo comes out of nowhere with a springboard high legged lariat, knocking Rage to the ground.

Adams: Bo focusing on Rage now

Rage quickly gets to his feet but Bo runs at him. Bo ducks under a clothesline and bounces back off the rope. He jumps in the air but Rage catches him. Bo starts throwing wild lefts and rights to Rage's head. Rage releases him and Bo catches Rage's head as he drops, nailing him with a huge DDT. Bo rolls away from Rage and springs to his feet, lifting up Rage's legs and stepping in for a sharpshooter, but Blaque Hart cuts him off with a clothesline. As Blaque Hart spins around, and Jordan jumps up nailing him with a stinging superkick!

Nick: I know who taught him that one

Jordan drops down for the pin

1...
2...

Rage pulls Jordan off

Adams: Rage just kept this match alive

Rage stands up and Bo clotheslines Rage over the top rope, causing Rage to hit his head hard!

Nick: I'm gonna ummm, go check on Rage.

Nick gets up and walks around the ring towards Rage and Bo.

Simone: Nick check on someone? What the hell?

In the ring, Blaque Hart and Jordan are both on their feet. With the referee distracted, looking towards Nick approaching Bo and Rage, Blaque Hart sticks his thumb in Jordan's eye, followed by a kick to the get and putting him in a powerbomb position. Blaque Hart looks out to the crowd.

Adams: Blaque Hart could be looking for the Blaque Out!

Evans lifts Jordan up for the Blaque Out, but Jordan jumps down behind his back and hooks him up with a dragon suplex and lifts...

Adams: ATL CRUSHER!!!

Jordan goes for the cover

1...

Bo slides in the ring

2...

Nick Jones grabs hold of Bo's foot, stopping Bo from breaking up the pin!

3!

Justin: The winner of the match and new number one contender to the heavyweight title.... JORDAN "PS" WILLIAMS!

Jordan Williams stands up, his arms raised by Jasmine St John, while Bo looks at Nick holding the heavyweight title and smirking in his direction

Adams: Nick Jones stopped Bo from breaking up the count!

Simone: This means Jordan Williams goes on to face Nick Jones for the heavyweight title at Into The Void! That's all we got time for tonight, we'll see you next week on Climax Control!

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THANK YOU: To Chris, Mark, Erik, Marcus, Mete, Tom, Aleksei Koji, Matt Barnes, Odette Ryder, Harkore Warriors, Casey Williams and Primetime. Also to Lucas Darby for the images and to all SCW roleplayers for keeping us seriously busy.