The sun is setting over the Delhi University Sports Complex in New Delhi, India, giving everyone inside of the stadium the experience of an exciting wrestling program beneath the open sky. A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the fairgrounds at all of the fans filling the grandstand and the rows of seats around the grounds itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Delhi University Sports Complex, in New Delhi, India, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd cheers as Amanda comes out dressed in a cheesy waitress outfit, accompanied by a young Indian male wearing a cowboy hat to much laughter and applause. With a table set up on the stage, the Indian youth has a seat and the performance begins.
Amanda: Well, I was sitting in a roadhouse down on Highway 41
I'm in love with you, baby
So I ordered straight tequila
I'm in love with you, baby
The next thing I remember, I was hearing wedding bells
I'm married to a waitress, I don't even know her name
You were wiping off some ketchup on a table that was done
I knew you didn't see me
I was in a corner booth
Of course, you weren't my waitress
Mine was missing her front tooth
So I flagged you down for coffee, but I couldn't say a thing
But I'm in love with you, baby, and I don't even know your name
I don't even know your name
I've never been too good at all those sexual games
So maybe it's just better if we leave it this way
I'm in love with you, baby, and I don't even know your name
A little courage in a shot
I asked you for a date and then I asked to tie the knot
I got a little wasted
Yeah, I went a little far
But I finally got to hug you when you helped me to my car
The last thing I remember, I heard myself say
I'm in love with you, baby, and I don't even know your name'
I don't even know your name
I've never been too good at all those sexual games
So maybe it's just better if we leave it this way
I'm in love with you, baby, and I don't even know your name
Standing by a woman in a long white lacy veil
I raised the veil, she smiled at me without her left front tooth
And I said 'Where the hell am I and just who the hell are you?'
She said 'I was your waitress and our last name's now the same,
Cause I'm married to you, baby, and I don't even know your name'
I've never been too good at all those sexual games
I never thought my love life would quite turn out this way
Hey, I'm married to a waitress and I don't even know her name
The crowd laughs and applauds as the youth gets up from his chair and runs off the stage with Amanda giving chase. A moment later, they reappear with Amanda carrying the youth slung over her shoulder and they disappear on the other side, both waving to generous applause.
Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone
Adams: And I'm Jason Adams
Simone: Tonight, six action packed matches lined up for you
Adams: Match one, a champion, a return and a debut. Bianca Solderini takes on the returning Finesse Levon and the debuting Vista Kills
Simone: Then two more debuts as Anthony King goes one on one with Giani Di Luca
Adams: More debuts as Azz N Class debut against NXT's Vixen and Jessie Salco
Simone: Canadian veteran Blaque Hart Bruce Evans takes on the young, talented Bo Dreamwolf
Adams: That should be every technical wrestling fans dream
Simone: It will be
Adams: Jordan Williams takes on former tag team partner Casey Williams as both men look to step up the ladder
Simone: Tonight's main event will be chaos
Adams: Chaos on toast!
Simone: Right... wait what?
Adams: Odette Ryder takes on Brooklyn Carter, with Carly Athens and Despayre as guest referees. Outside the ring, Odette's boyfriend, Gabriel and the Seven Deadly Sins, along with Odette's stable, The New Xtremes and Brooklyn's stable, The Dream Chaserz as lumberjacks
Simone: That could be a clusterfu... mess
Adams: It could be, New Delhi, India, let's do this!
Triple Beam Dreams blasts through the speakers of the University Sports Complex, hanging from the ceiling is a huge purple sheet, on the cover Dream Chaserz is written across the front, Sean makes his way from behind the curtain, he turns and holds his hand out introducing Charlie Luzon from the back area, the crowd erupts as both Charlie and Sean make their way towards the ring.
Sean: Calm down crowd, I know you're all excited to see me standing in this ring, I had agreed to do this a long time ago and was excited to show my fans a different side of me, but now I just don't really care what you all think, because of contract obligations I was forced to continue what I had started.
The crowd boos.
Sean: My good friend Charlie Luzon is here to join me on stage because we both have something to share with everyone, Playgirl approached me a couple months back about doing a double issue with Charlie, at first I turned it down because of what the magazine was, but then decided why not? it was something different and I was honored that PlayGirl came to me and not someone else, I'm the hottest star in the business today so why wouldn't they come to me?
Sean laughs.
Sean: Charlie is sexy, his wrestling skills are outrageous, and he's the only person I could see myself doing this cover issue with.
Sean hands Charlie the mic.
Charlie: I was approached around the same time Sean was, and when they told me I would be doing a double shoot with Sean Williams, I immediately jumped on board. So I hope you guys are ready, ladies cover your mans eyes if you don't want them leaving you for us, because here is OUR COVER.
Charlie points toward the sheet, which drops from the top, a large magazine cover of Sean and Charlie is shown, the crowd erupts.
Sean grabs the mic.
Sean: Eat your heart out Mr. Underwood, I'm wrestling's most hated and sexiest man alive, and that not only goes for him, but for anyone else out there that has something to say about me or Dream Chaserz!
Charlie and Sean share a hug, Charlie climbs out of the ring and heads toward the back.
Sean: Moving on to the subject at hand, and that is Sins and NXT, but first I want to introduce THE DREAM CHASERZ
Triple Beam Dreams blasts through the arena speakers, a mixed reaction from crowd spans across the arena with both boos and cheers, Brooklyn Carter, DJ, Ashton, and Anthony King all head out from behind the curtain, each wearing a Dream Chaserz T- Shirt. All members of DC slowly climb into the ring, playing the crowd while the music continues to play in the background, the music fades and Anthony grabs a hold of the mic, stands there for a second, then speaks.
Anthony: I don't have much to say right now, it feels good to be here in Sin City and I plan on making this my regular stomping ground. I'm already making headlines and I haven't even won my first match yet, which brings me to Giani, I noticed that you were throwing shots at my boy Sean online, but Sean should be the least of your worries my man because tonight your going to witness your first SCW loss, the bosses made a mistake when they booked you against The Silent Killa homie, because tonight I'm taking you out.
The crowd gives off mixed reaction to the SCW Newbie, Anthony plays off the crowd motioning them to quiet down.
Anthony: Giani also announced his presence in tonight's Main Event match involving Brooklyn, so I warn him now to keep his nose out of grown folks business, I would hate to have to end his career early. I may be new, but I want everyone to plan on seeing my name every where, I live and breathe this sport, its in my blood so these wrestlers will expect a lot of disappointments when crossing my path, they don't call me The Silent Killa for nothing.
Anthony passes the mic to Brooklyn, standing there with her red bottom heels and a pair of skinnys, she adjusts her top and places the mic to her mouth.
Brooklyn: There's no reason for me to even explained why I joined the Dream Chaserz, Sean and I have been friends for quite some time now and I know he would never steer me in the wrong direction, being in one of the most hated factions in wrestling history is a honor because that means we are keeping the attention of everyone, whether wrestler or fan, we have you're attention.
Brooklyn lets out a small giggle.
Brooklyn: As you can see I am facing Odette tonight in a Non Title Match, which is fine with me, I can see why the bosses decided not to make it a title match I guess they we're to worried about the damage I would cause that troll at CC, but in due time I'll have my rematch and will gladly accept that title around my waist once more.
Brooklyn places her arm on Sean's shoulder.
Brooklyn: Odette you better keep your focus, and keep you're focus on point because even without that title around my waist, you see the amount of hate I get on a daily basis, you got these crows signing contracts and the first thing our their mouths be my name, focus less on Gabriel the only man who could ever love you, I can see why you two would come together, the two ugly ducklings finally found love, but I insist you tell Gabriel to stop wearing you're make up, unless you plan on being the man in the relationship, you definitely look the part.
Brooklyn laughs.
Brooklyn: DC is here and we are here to stay, everyone thought the chaos we caused last week was extreme, just wait to see what we have in store for you pricks tonight.
Brooklyn hands Sean the microphone.
Sean: Once again I am force to wrestle in another place that I find so disgusting, the food here is outrageous and all the people smell like freaking fish.
The boos grow louder.
Sean: Who cares, boo me all you want. I could care less about you people and how you feel about me, so long ago I use to cry and be upset when people didn't like me or when people made negative comments about me, but right now in life I can truly say I don't give a damn.
Sean paces around the ring.
Sean: Dream Chaserz are here and we aren't going anywhere, The Sins, NXT, Rage, all them fools don't stand a chance against us, the people standing behind the Sins may outnumber us, but they need a army to try and take us out, Dream Chaserz aren't backing down from any challenge, threat, or situation thrown our way and you can believe that.
Sean walks over to apron leaning against it.
Sean: I have decided to challenge for the Tag Titles, and I'm pretty sure Synn won't be to happy with that knowing I just sent a challenge out to his slow impaired son, but bring it on bastards because once I take out the so called Sins, then I can finish and move on to whats important at hand.
A smirk grows across Sean's face.
Sean: Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel! The man that truly hates me because he feels that I'm not the man I use to be, what a sad pathetic case you are, but I admire the fact that you strive to be like me. But everyone knows you could never be as good as me, you could never have the skills I have and soon enough you will learn the hard way punk, I wanted to ease off you a bit just off the strength of Synn, because I knew the damage I would cause you would only hurt what Synn and I once had, but now that trash is out of my life, I can finally cause the pain I've dreamed of causing you since I first hit you with that chair.
Before Sean could speak again. "Come As You Are" blasts out of the speakers, causing cheers. Gabriel walks out at the top of the ramp, his SCW Tag Team title over his shoulder and a microphone in his hand.
Gabriel: Well I guess my invitation to this party got lost in the mail, eh Sean? I came out here with a question for ya. Do you ever get tired of hearing the sound of your own voice? I mean seriously, you bore the hell out of us at every oppotunity, then do the same on social media sites. There's millions of people on the internet Sean and you're sitting there boring each and every one of the them.
The fans cheer as Sean's jaw tightens.
Gabriel: Look at you bunch of nobodies. You lot rambling on and on about pointless stuff that really doesn't matter, it's dull. Look like the cast of the Brady Bunch in the ring.
The fans cheer again as Gabriel smiles and shakes his head.
Gabriel: Guess the Brady Bunch is pretty popular here for a cheer like that. Look at you lot, you're a joke, a bunch of nobodies trying to prove strength in numbers. Taking lots of piss poor middle of the card never held a world or heavyweight title losers, and putting them together doesn't make a group. Just wanna point out the Sins have two former heavyweight champs. You got a new guy, couple of chicks, a guy who ran from SCW months ago, one who spends more time bitching on Twitter then seeing the truth in front of him and a kid who's voice hasn't broken yet, it's pathetic Sean. Where's your big name player?
Sean points to himself
Gabriel: Let's not get ahead of yourself Sean, you could have been and you pissed it all away. You're a joke Sean, you're not a leader, your little group is the blind leading the blind. You are now and will always be a loser.
Sean drops the mic in anger, after hearing the words from Gabriel, Sean slides out of the ring with DJ, Anthony, James following behind him, Sean charges up the ramp only to stop 10 feet in the middle when Synn, Rage, and Despy pop up from behind Gabriel.
Synn makes his way in front of Gabriel staring a hole through Sean, Sean extends his hands out stopping DJ and the rest of the Dream Chaserz from doing an attack, the crew back down the ramp with Sean reaching for the microphone laying on the ramp.
Sean: Ha! Ha! You'll get what's coming to Gabriel, soon enough you will be mine and you're little crew won't be anywhere in sight to help you.
Gabriel puts his hand in front of Synn, stepping forward back in front of Synn and lifting the mic back to his lips.
Gabriel: Hey Sean, let's play a game. It's a game you're good at. It's called The Numbers Game.
Gabriel raises his hand, a smile on his face. Sxxxy Shane Boswell, Fantasia and Kittie walk out.
Gabriel: Still outnumbering us? We can fix that...
Gabriel smiles as NXT appear behind the Sins. Sean takes a step back, as does the Dream Chaserz.
Gabriel: Now why wait for this one?
Gabriel, The Sins and NXT start to advance, forcing Dream Chaserz back and in the ring. Gabriel slides in the ring and lifts Sean off his feet, Kittie and Fantasia slide in behind him and go for Brooklyn and Carly. Despayre tackles DJ Williams to the canvas. Synn quickly grabs hold of Hawkes and throws him over the ropes, before turning to Ashton, who backs off and slides out of the ring. Shane nails Simpson with a shot to the head, sending him down to the canvas and Rage throws punches towards Anthony King. NXT wait outside the ring as The Sins get the better of Dream Chaserz, sending them through and over the top rope. NXT pick up the members of Dream Chaserz and throw them towards the entrance ramp. NXT slides in the ring, Spike handing Gabriel a microphone as Gabriel leans over the ropes.
Gabriel: Sean, your challenge has been accepted but lets kick this one up a notch. Despayre and I will see you in Japan, in a way you can't run away, in a way where your little boys can't sneak up from behind. We'll see you in a cage!
Sean gets to his feet looking at the ring.
Gabriel: You can't expect to run around pissing people off and not expect people to be hunting you lot.
Gabriel smiles
Gabriel: One, two, we're coming for you!
"Come As You Are" starts to play again and Odette moves next to Gabriel on one side, Despayre on the other, Synn and Spike conversing also in the ring.
Simone: Can we throw this backstage while we sort this mess out?
The camera switches to a backstage area, to Hot Stuff Mark Ward sitting on his desk, watching the monitor at the chaos being caused by the Dream Chaserz and Seven Deadly Sins.
HS: Who woulda thought this little group woulda pissed everyone off in such a short amount of time. What they lack in history, they make up for in drawing heat.
A knock on the door takes Hot Stuff's attention.
HS: Come in, I got my pants on.
The door opens to show Chippendale and Thunder, The TSSA in the door way. The fans cheer wildly as the two legends of the ring walk in to the door.
Thunder: Shame, it's been a while since we stumbled in the shower on you.
Hot Stuff smiles as he jumps off the desk, wrapping his arms around Chippendale and Thunder. The history of these three men going back almost ten years.
HS: How ya doing fellas? So glad you could make it all the way to India
Chippendale: All good. What made you wanna bring us two all this way?
HS: I got a proposition for you guys.
Thunder: Sorry sweet cheeks, you're too late.
Hot Stuff shares a laugh with his two long time friends.
HS: Yeah, I'm sure my heart is breaking.
Chippendale: So what's up?
HS: Derrick, Tony, I'm not gonna sugar coat this. Our tag division have 2 regular teams and one that just got together with bags of potential. People no longer take it seriously, gone are the days of Inner Circle, Double Impact, Bad Medicine, Team Modesty, Kollossal Storm, The Enforcers, The Mobleys, The Dudelys, The Association, Life Of The Party, Perfect Dynasty, the legendary Hot N Sexy. Those days have gone. We got about ten guys on the roster that would make perfect teams, but have no interest.
Thunder: We fit in to this how?
HS: Well tag team wrestling is an art form that launches careers, look at me, without my team back in the day, against you guys, I woulda gone to hell and been fighting in Chris Frank's mud matches for the rest of my life.
Hot Stuff looks at the camera and winks.
HS: I wanna bring you guys on board.
Chippendale: Mark, we retired years ago.
Hot Stuff puts his hand on Chippendale's shoulder
HS: Derrick, are you telling me you don't miss this? The roar of the crowd, being backstage with the boys, passing on the knowledge?
Thunder: A little but...
HS: I want you to evaluate this roster, pick out weaknesses backstage, help us improve people. I can't think of better men for the job.
Chippendale looks at Thunder, but Thunder shakes his head and looks at Hot Stuff.
Thunder: You didn't fly us to India to talk about something that could have been spoke about on the phone, or Skype or something.
Hot Stuff exhales.
HS: Ok Tony, you got me, I didn't fly you out here just to offer you these jobs.
Thunder: Let's cut the crap and get down to it.
HS: Is that what you told Chippendale last night?
Chippendale: Scary how well he knows you.
Chippendale puts a playful elbow in Thunder's muscley stomach.
HS: Ok, crap cut. I want you two back in the ring for one match, then take a backstage job with us in SCW.
Thunder: No.
HS: Just like that?
Thunder: Just like that.
HS: Hear me out at least.
Thunder: No need. We retired because of Derrick's neck and the number of concussions he went through.
Chippendale nods.
HS: That was years ago. We'll run through medical tests to check it out, if it's no good for one match, we won't do it.
Thunder: This is about you making money, isn't it?
HS: No, because we'll be paying out for everything to get you here. I bring money in, Christian spends it. It's like a marriage, I work to bring it in, Christian works to spend it. I'll personally cover everything in this case, flights, hotels, medical checks, the lot.
Chippendale: Why now?
HS: To show these people what tag team wrestling is all about. These guys never had the pleasure of seeing the TSSA live. These new guys have no clue how good tag wrestling is. They spend hours on themselves, looking out for themselves. Thinking they don't need a boost, but seeing the TSSA, Twisted Steel....
Hot Stuff puts a hand on Thunder's shoulder
HS: and Sex Appeal
Hot Stuff puts his other hand on Chippendale's shoulder.
HS: Back in the ring one more time, showing these people what it's like to be a real tag team wrestler. I'm not talking about any show, I'm talking about the biggest in SCW history, the one in the land of the rising sun, our Japan supercard.
Thunder: No.
HS: Come on, this ain't just you guys against a couple of jobbers. This is against another ring legend, with full Japanese tradition. Christian is an expert of Japanese tradition, he will make it perfect down to the last detail and we will showcase to the world about tag team wrestling.
Chippendale: Out of curiosity, who would we be facing?
HS: Well....
A huge smile breaks out on Hot Stuff's face as he winks at Chippendale.
Thunder: Are you serious?
HS: Yep, I wanna be one of your opponents.
Thunder: And the other?
HS: Working on it, but it's not gonna be some midcard nobody, I will make it a legend. No silly crap.
Chippendale: Japan is a big draw.
Thunder: No.
Chippendale: Can we think about this?
HS: Sure
Hot Stuff reaches over his desk, picking up two passes and handing them to the TSSA.
HS: Two VIP passes for tonight, head up to the VIP box, think about it, and I'll start looking for a tag partner.
Thunder: I didn't say we'd do it yet.
HS: I know, just go up there and chill lads, think it over.
Chippendale and Thunder leave the room, shutting the door behind them.
HS: Man I could sell sand to the Arabs and ice to an Eskimo.
The camera fades back to ringside
Carly's choice hadn't been much as of late. She choose to be a team with Dream chashers. She found herself losing the one person that truly cared about. She sits outside the arena on a bench on her cell phone. She is calling Rage but it all goes to voicemail.
Carly: Rage I am sorry I promise I you I'll make it right. I love you.
Carly hung up with a smirk. Looking down at the ground she knew what I had to be done with all her terrible choices in her life. A few people walk past her and just stare. The camera cuts to the arena with fans screaming.
The camera returns to the six-sided ring and the bell sounds, signifying the official start of the lineup!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Our opening contest features Bombshell triple Threat action and it is scheduled for one fall to a finish!
The arena goes pitch black as "Get Up " hits the PA system. Swirling lights of red hue surround the audience before coming together at the top of the ramp where , as the camera pans in from the southwest corner , we see SCW's own Vista Kills. Her black fur coat draped gracefully over her caramel skin, her arms connected to her hips, she slowly looks up , camera panning in closer, reading the determination in her jade tinted eyes.
Justin: Introducing first! From Colombo, Sri Lanka, weighing 130 pounds, making her Sin City Wrestling debut ... Vista Kills!
Small flames are lit upon the sides of the ramp as she slithers downward towards the ring, pushing her hair back a bit to look towards both sides of her. Once to the apron, she grabs a hold of the bottom rope, pulling herself up before snaking her way through the bottom rope. Vista takes her place at the far left corner; fixing her thigh high boots and stretching while awaiting her opponent.
Simone: This chick looks like she can be summed up in one word.
Adams: Yeah but we can't use language like that on the air.
Simone: Since when?
Justin: Her opponent! From Compton, California, weighing 135 pounds, making her return to Sin City Wrestling ... Finesse Levon!
Adams: I can't believe Mark was able to convince Finesse to return to Sin City Wrestling!
Simone: That one thing is going to spell major headaches for the entire Bombshell division.
#1 By Nelly blares on the sound system. Finesse walks out in a hooded jacket . She keeps her head down and flips the bird. Mainly showing her hatred for anyone that isn't her. Finesse walks to the ring and up the steps. Jumping over the top rope she removes her hood and smirks throwing her hands up in the air. The fans of course boo her. Antagonizing a few fans she smirks thinking she is better than the rest of them.
Justin: And their opponent! From Staten Island, New York, weighing 120 pounds, she is co-holder of the Bombshell Tag team Championship ... Bianca Solderini!
"Bleeding Mascara" by Atreyu rings through the arena. Bianca enters on the stage with a slow methodical walk. She is not in any hurry. Her steps guided in a stalking way with the sway of her hips. Her hand resting on her hip as the other sways at the side. She stops at the top of the stage and looks left, then right, uses her free hand to run it through her long black locks. She makes her way down the ramp way, completely ignoring the out-stretched hands that are just hoping to get anything. She even stops and looks at a fan as he tries to get her attention, looks him up and down with a look of disgust, flips her hair at him and walks up the steps to the ring. Holding onto the middle rope, she leans her head back with eyes closed, and slides down into a forward split. Rolling her head to the side then forward (lita-esque) to move her hair out of the way, she leans so far forward that her upper body is flush with her forward leg. Grabbing behind the knee she rolls under the bottom rope and comes upright still in a split on the other side. She turns toward the inside of the canvas and kicks her back leg around quickly to use that momentum to spin in a half circle - facing the ropes on her knees. She gets up quickly and jumps onto the ropes, to do a back flip from the middle rope, landing with arms up and fists closed. The lights die.
Simone: Bianca fought long and hard to prove herself to everyone here and that gold belt around her waist shows the effort was not in vain.
Adams: Yeah but she doesn't have her partner in this one. It's every woman for herself.
Simone: Somehow I don't see that as being a problem for Bianca.
Justin steps out of the ring through the ropes as referee Drew Patton finishes checking Bianca and Finesse charges across the ring and attacks the Tag champion from behind, knocking her halfway through the ropes! Drew jumps back and is forced to call for the bell!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
VS 
VS 
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Immediately Finesse turns around and ducks under a charging blow from Vista! Vista turns around and Finesse jumps up and on top of her with a Thesz press and reigns a series of right hands down into her head!
Simone: Christ! This one is off to a wild start already!
Adams: Its what happens when you have three women in the same ring who don't care about rules!
Bianca runs up and grabs two handfuls of Finesse's hair and slams her back against the mat, the back of Finesse's head bouncing off the canvas. Bianca stomps down into her and then drags her up and from behind, traps her in a full nelson. With her fingers entangled in Levon's hair, Bianca savagely thrashes her from side to side as Vista returns to her feet and approaches.
Adams: Uh oh. Some possible double teaming?
Simone: Oh you love to show off that college education.
Vista walks up to the trapped Finesse and reads her the riot act before bitch slapping her across the face not once, but twice. She takes a step back and delivers a kick to Vista's midsection, doubling her over but Bianca holds on tight to the nelson hold and pulls her back upright. Vista backs up and runs off the ropes and goes to deliver a lariat but Finesse ducks and Vista hits Bianca instead, knocking her from the ring!
Adams: Unintentional but effective!
Vista looks out of the ring in surprise at the error and turns around and right into a spine buster by Finesse! Finesse folds her in half into a cover!
1.....
2-Vista gets the shoulder up!
Simone: No way. Its far too early to be going for the pin.
Adams: Never hurts to try though.
Finesse rolls her over onto her stomach and straddles her back. Finesse grabs a handful of her hair and delivers three forearm shots around into her head.
Adams: She's not handling her with too much finesse, is she?
Simone: I should smack you for even thinking that was amusing.
Finesse then grabs her in her own full nelson on the mat and then somersaults over into a bridge, trapping her in a painful submission hold. Drew is down and asking Vista if she wants to pack it in but Kills shouts out in the negative.
Simone: Look at Bianca. She's getting back in.
Finesse releases Vista and rolls off of her, then gets up quickly and baseball slides into Solderini, knocking her off the apron and back to the floor.
Adams: or she was at least.
Finesse gets up with a proud smile on her face when a recovered Vista comes up from behind and hits a reverse Frankensteiner.
Adams: Oh that one came from out of nowhere!
Simone: And Vista is back in this one.
Vista stands over Finesse and then performs a beautiful standing moonsault into a cover, hooking the leg.
1.....
Vista pulls Finesse up and sends her into the corner and comes running in with a dropkick, knocking Levon onto her backside. On the outside of the ring, Bianca grabs a power cord and wraps it around Levon's neck and starts pulling!
2..... Finesse kicks out.
Adams: Inside or outside of the ring doesn't matter to Bianca! She's getting in on the action!
Drew jumps into the corner and orders Bianca to end this infraction but Vista grabs the official and swings him out of the way and she starts stomping down into Finesse as she's being choked out! Vista then holds onto the top rope and jumps up and goes for a double stomp but Finesse rolls out of the way and seeing the opportunity, Bianca lets go of the cord and grabs Kills by the feet and drags her from the ring! Bianca slams Vista's head into the ring apron and then takes her arm and swings her hard into the ringside barrier! Vista staggers out, holding her back, and Bianca scoops her up and body slams her onto the ringside turf!
Simone: It might not be as hard as a building's floor but that ground is packed and it still hurts!
Bianca stomps down on her and turns around but her effort was distracted and Finesse dives off of the apron and onto her with a cross body!
Adams: Oo she wiped the tag champ out!
Finesse then returns the favor from earlier and grabs the same cord and wraps it around Bianca's neck and chokes the life out of her, swinging her from side to side! Drew jumps from the ring and rushes up and tries to force Levon into releasing her! he manages to pry her fingers loose and she screams at him before shoving past and delivering a wicked kick to Bianca's ribs. Finesse grabs her then by the hair and throws her against the ring steps.
Simone: I can't believe how out of control this opening match has been!
Finesse then pulls her up and rolls her back into the ring. She climbs up onto the apron to return but Vista grabs her by the foot and yanks her off, causing Levon's head to hit the apron. Vista then ignores her and rolls back into the ring. She grabs Bianca and brings her over with a belly to back suplex. She covers her, hooking the leg.
1.....
2..... Bianca kicks out.
Finesse takes Bianca and sends her into the corner with an Irish whip, then charges in right after her but Bianca brings her knees up and Levon gets a nasty greeting. Bianca hops up onto the second turnbuckle and then jumps off, clotheslining Levon head over heels! Bianca covers her!
1.....
2..... Vista reaches into the ring and drags her off and back to the outside!
Adams: Oh that one might have been over had it not been for the newcomer.
Vista grabs Bianca by the hair and throws a fist to the side of her head, but Bianca fights off the pain and returns the blow with a shot of her own! A slugfest then ensues on the outside of the ring!
Simone: You can say whatever you want about Bianca's beauty but that chick is showing she can brawl too!
Lefts and rights are traded back and forth when Finesse returns to her feet and dashes over and baseball slides through the ropes and into both women, knocking them to the ground!
Adams: Now all three Bombshells are on the outside!
Finesse grabs Bianca and hurts her back into the ring and then pauses in wait and spears Vista the moment she gets back up! Finesse jumps up onto the apron and uses the top rope to catapult herself into the ring and onto Bianca with a splash and a cover!
1.....
Finesse pulls her up in a waistlock from behind and attempts a German suplex but Bianca blocks it. Bianca then delivers a hard elbow back into her opponent, knocking her loose. She then turns around and plants Levon with a DDT! Bianca with the cover!
1.....
2..... Bianca kicks out!
2..... Vista is inside and she jumps onto Bianca, breaking the pin up!
Adams: Vista with the save or that one could have been all over!
Vista grabs Bianca by the hair and throws her through the ropes and to the outside, but Bianca manages to hold onto the ropes! Vista then turns around as Finesse is getting back to her feet. Vista charges her and swings but Finesse dodges it with the Matrix move and despite her heel status, the crowd applauds!
Adams: I never get tired of that move!
Vista turns around and Finesse kicks her in the stomach and grabs her in a side headlock. She gets a running start and goes for a bulldog but at the last second Vista counters and uses the momentum to heave her opponent over the ropes and to the outside!
Simone: Good God! That was a smart counter!
Vista then turns and sees Bianca on the apron. She charges her but Bianca ducks and drives her shoulder into Kills's stomach, doubling her over! Bianca then uses the ropes to spring over her in a sunset flip when Vista looks down and blows a mouthful of a purple Asian mist into Solderini's face! The crowd calls out in awe!
Adams: What the hell!?
Bianca screams in pain as the mist burns her eyes, blinding her, and Vista drops own onto her shoulders and out of Drew's sight, she grabs hold of the ropes!
1.....
2.....
3!
Simone: God! Vista Kills just stole this one from the Tag champion!
Vista rolls out of the ring and holds her own arms in the air as Finesse looks on in bitter resentment.
Justin: Here is your winner ... Vista Kills!
Vista backs up the aisle with a smug smile on her face as Drew is checking on Bianca and he calls for assistance. Paramedics rush out with water and towels, and soon Bianca's partner Trish rushes out as well! Bianca is screaming and struggling as they douse her eyes with the water.
Simone: I don't know what effect that weird ass mist of Vista's will have on Bianca but just seeing her struggle like this tells us it is hell on earth to get it in your eyes!
Trish helps hold Bianca as more water in poured into Bianca's eyes while the crowd looks on.
Simone: Okay we're going to let the paramedics do their work while the shows continues.
Dream Chasers were all out in the ring talking about what they wanted. Carly wasn't out there. She sat in a locker room folding her hands. It took her a while to get some kind of nerve up to even want to enter the arena. Carly walked out and slammed the door shut. Her mind was twisted as it was no one knew what she may do. Carly kept making her way to the ring.
"Riot" By Three days Grace hits. Carly walks out with a serious look on her face. The fans start having a mixed reaction towards her. She throws up the rocker horns as gets a few cheers. Carly walks down the ramp still slapping a few of the fans hands. Her hips have a little sway to them as well as a sassy walk. As she gets to the apron she smirks Walking up the steps she licks her lips so seductively and jumps over the top rope with an evil smile.
Carly with a microphone in her hand looks around at the faces now booing her for all the things she has done. A frown on her face.
Carly: I am sorry to all of you I was wrong for turning my back on the ones who made me. I was wrong for making the choices i have made. I was wrong for joining a group I knew nothing about. So many frown upon what I have done. I never meant to hurt everyone. So please let me back into the light and be loved again. Because I plan to make it all right. I'll prove it to all of you and Rage.
Carly smiles and drops the mic. She rolls out of the ring and over into the crowd. Taking an empty seat in the crowd.
The tron above the stage comes to life, with a strange looking symbol. The arena lights flicker slightly, as an image appears on the screen. It is the Goddess of the Dead.
Simone: What in the world is going on?
Adams: I don't know.
Necra: Greetings to all of you pathetic mortals watching this. I am the Goddess of Death, and I have come to the SCW to send a message to those that would try and stop me.
Her dark eyes seem to flicker to a deep red, as she looks out over the crowd.
Simone: Is she for real?
Adams: I don't know Belinda. But I saw her in the hallway earlier and there is something messed up about her.
Necra: I know how eager you are to get on with the night, and the lovely show that you are putting on, but this must be said. If anyone dares stand in my way on the way to the top of this company, I swear you will know the trust meaning of the word pain. I am a woman that knows how to destroy someone, by simple words or in the middle of the very ring where you stand now.
Simone: She's crazy.
Adams: If I were you I wouldn't let her hear you say that. I swear there is something about her, that gives me the creeps. I mean did you see her boyfriend? Unless Halloween came early, and I don't know about it...
Simone: I'm sure it's just a fetish or something.
Necra: To anyone in the back that is stupid enough to challenge me, then I have this to say...
Her eyes go completely red, and as she smiles her teeth appear to be sharp daggers.
Necra: I will enjoy ripping you to shreds, and feasting upon your flesh, before I send your soul to hell.
With that pyro's on the stage, and around the ring, go off all in bright red flames, as the image goes to static, and an evil laugh seems to echo around the arena before fading into nothingness.
Simone: We go now to Pussy Willow who is backstage
Willow: Thanks guys. My guest at this time is one of the newest superstars of Sin City Wrestling, Argento
Argento comes into the scene. He has a black muscle shirt on and jeans. the silver tattoos are visible.
Willow: Argento, I want to personally welcome you to Sin City Wrestling. What made you want to sign up for this organization?
Argento: I wanted to see what wrestling in Las Vegas was all about. Also, to see what kind of competition we have here.
Willow: Well i think you will definitely find some awesome competition here.
Argento: Time will tell.
Willow: Fair enough. Is there anyone here in SCW that you see yourself teaming with?
Argento: Time will tell with that too.
Willow: Right. Any ladies you have your eye on.
Argento: Its a first come, first serve basis there.
Willow: What if say I wanted you?
Argento looks down at Pussy
Argento: What's your name?
Willow: Pussy Willow.
Argento: Sounds like a showgirl name. No offense, but I do not see myself with a showgirl.
Willow: None taken. Any title that you want to go after?
Argento: of course it would be the top prize, so whoever is the current champ, or whomever it maybe by the time i get there, best be forewarned, Silver will be seeing gold.
Willow: Your name is Argento though.
Argento: Argento is Italian for Silver.
Pussy thinks and nods
Willow: I gotcha.
Argento: Anymore questions?
Willow: Not that i can think of. Thank you for your time. Back to you Belinda.
Justin: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. First up we have a new wrestler making his debut here at the SCW. He is a member of the Dream Chaserz. From West Hollywood, California and weighing in 180 pounds, he is ANTHONY KING!!
The lights grow dark, smoke fills the air surrounding the ramp, the beat drops and then stops, the crowd erupts into cheers, Anthony runs out from behind the curtain as the music cues back up, Niggas In Paris by Jay Z/Kanye West blasts through the arena speakers, Anthony taunts the crowd, hyping them up, jumping up and down playing to the crowd, he runs down the ramp sliding in the ring standing there. The Party Horde section that has Jamie Staggs right in the middle of it, is booing King the loudest.
Justin: His challenger is one of the founding members of the Party Horde and a current member of the New Extremes! He hails from the other side of the country, Seaside Heights New Jersey. He weighs 285 pounds, he is the ITALIAN STALLION! GIANI DI LUCA
A few cameras file through the curtains. “Party Rock Anthem” plays when Giani comes down to the ring, he supplies his own blast of pyros that rain down on him as he pauses for the cheers of the audience. He riles the crowd up as he fist pumps while jogging down to the ring. He jumps onto the ring apron and soaks in the audience reaction before climbing under the top rope. He bounces from the ropes, then runs over to the far turnbuckle and raises his fist high in the air for his camera crew. He leaps down and jogs in place.
Simone: This should be an exciting match up with two new talents.
Adams: Yeah these guys might be new but thanks to the marvels of the Internet they are already building quite a feud of Twitter.
Simone: Well now they get to throw down in the real ring, this match is just about to start.
DING DING DING
SINGLES MATCH
The two competitors waste no time. Giani charges for Anthony right away and Anthony runs at him as well. Instead of clashing in the ring, Anthony is able to leap over Di Luca. He springboards off the ropes to try and hit Giani with a cross body but Di Luca catches him. He grins as the crowd cheers then slams King to the ground.
Simone: Giani quickly showing off his size advantage.
Adams: Yep and it looks like he is getting in some body shots while he has King pinned down.
Giani Di Luca gets off King and looks toward the Party Horde section. He gives a fist pump towards them as Anthony staggers up. He then punches King knocking him back into the ropes. Di Luca charges forward but King uses the ropes as support and kicks Giani in the face. He then grabs Di Luca who is stunned and pulls him towards him into a quick side slam.
Simone: That was impressive. Di Luca has about a hundred pounds on King but he was able to bring the bigger man down.
King quickly does a springboard moon sault on top of Giani before he is able to get up and then leaps back up with a smile. Giani has gotten up onto his knees but is looking worn out. King bounds off the rope and hits Di Luca with a drop kick to the head.
Adams: King is super fast. Like I keep getting distracted by the ladies in the Party Horde, so I look away and when I look back King has performed five moves.
Simone: Maybe you should try to oogle the ladies between matches.
Anthony King goes for the quick pin. The ref counts to one before Giani muscles out of it. King tries to help the Italian Stallion to his feet, but Giani punches him in the side and swings into an axe handle uppercut. King takes a step back surprised and dazed.
Adams: It is going to take more than a few kicks to the face to bring Di Luca down. That boy is a beast.
Simone: That is true, he has proven in other matches that he knows how to take a beating.
Giani Di Luca now hits Anthony King with a series of punches that drives him into the corner. Di Luca hits him with a hard elbow then climbs the turnbuckles to hit King with a tornado DDT on his way back. Giani tries to grab King while he is down but Anthony rolls out of the way. The crowd starts to cheer Giani on.
Simone: Despite just being at the receiving end of a brutal combo of moves King is still showing up his quickness.
King is too his feet and Giani grabs him from behind. King reverses out of his grasp and brings Di Luca down with a leg sweeper. Then very quickly he is able to get on top of him and lock in a camel clutch.
Adams: Whoa....I didn’t know King did submission holds. I thought he was just a jumping kicking guy!
Simone: Do you not do any research? You know not everyone is as two dimensional as you are.
Adams: That is not fair, I have layers....like I mean I can’t think of any at the moment but I have them.
King has it locked in and Giani is struggling against it. The crowd has started up an NXT chant for him. Just when it looks like Di Luca is going to tap he finds the strength to wildly swing his arm up at Kings face and then muscle out of the hold. Both men are getting to there feet.
Simone: Close call for Di Luca who is now charging at King even before he is fully to his feet.
Di Luca crashes into King, hitting him with a flurry of punches. When he stands up again he is not smiling. He rushes to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs up it, waiting on King. King staggers up, Di Luca tries to hit a leg drop on King but Anthony gets out of the way quick.
Adams: Maybe Di Luca should leave the jumping to King. That did not work well.
King climbs to the outside of the ring as Giani is standing up with a grimace on his face. The crowd boos as King leaps onto the rope and dives at Giani. The smaller fighter connects with a spinning DDT that brings Di Luca down again.
Simone: Anthony King is going for the pin!
1....
2...
2...3/4!
Giani kicks out and King is not pleased with it. He gets up and pushes the ref, who warns him to knock it off.
Adams: I guess King thought he had it right then but Giani says the party is not over!
While Anthony King is arguing, Giani has gotten up. He grabs King and whips him into the ropes. Then runs at him, leveling King with a gigantic big boot. The crowd is on their feet going wild and Giani takes a moment to turn to the Party Horde section. He points at them and gets them even more riled up as King tries to get up on his feet.
Simone: Giani better focus more on the match and less on his fans if he hopes to do more than just survive King’s moves.
Giani turns in time to see Anthony King has gotten to his feet and is charging for him. Giani levels him with a clothesline out of nowhere and the crowd goes crazy. Giani drops down and gets King into a head vice. The two struggle on the ground as King tries to get to the ropes. He is able to get a foot on the ropes causing the reefee to call for a break.
Adams: Man I thought that was it for King he was turning beet red.
Simone: Both men are showing a lot of fighting in this match.
Giani pulls Anthony to his feet. He hits a couple of punches to Anthony King then spears him into the corner. The crowd is cheering him on as King staggers away from the corner. Di Luca tries to get a running bulldog but a wild back elbow strike stops him in his tracks. Both men are on their feet but are dazed.
Simone: Giani tried for Fin, but was not able to connect.
The men stumble over to eachother and lock up. King tries to lift Giani into some kind of slam but Giani hits him with an axehandle strike. King reverses it and tries to lift Giani again but the big man from Jersey holds his ground. He reverses King’s hold and gets him into a headlock. He brings him down with a headlock slam.
Adams: I think the Italian Stallion is about to stampede.
Simone: You have been saving that one up, haven’t you?
Giani picks Anthony up and hits him a series of rapid fire jabs followed by a wick right hook that sends King to his knees. The crowd is going wild.
Adams: Or mabye the Stallion is shufflin’...heh right?
Simone: Please be quiet.
Di Luca picks King up and gets him on his shoulder. The crowd is chanting New Extremes. Then with a great deal of power pulls off The Jersey Turnpike. He goes for the pin.
1....
2....
3!!!!!!!!!!!!
Adams: Di Luca has won his first match here at the SCW.
Simone: Well that is one victory for the New Extremes over the Dream Chasorz. It looks like Jamie Staggs is coming into the ring to celebrate with Giani.
Jamie holds up Giani hand as he is declared the victor. The two men work the crowd who are all on their feet.
"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" The fans explode into loud boos that echo throughout the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock starts to play and out walks SCW's new Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones. Nick is seen wearing a fancy, high-dollar suit and a cocky grin along with his reacquired title belt around his waist.
Simone: I thought we were finally done having to deal with seeing this image of Nick Jones with that belt.
Adams: You really ought to pay better attention to the matches we call then. He won it here last week.
Nick walks out to the top of the ramp, smiling from ear to ear before removing the belt from his waist and raising high up above his head with both hands, drawing more boos from the crowd. Nick puts the belt over his shoulder and starts to make his way down the ramp, in the process coming close by the crowd barrier and getting close by the fans, who all start trying to reach out towards the title belt. Nick moves the belt closer, getting it just out of the fans' reach before pulling it away and drawing a laugh from only himself. Nick then hits the bottom of the ramp and walks up the steel steps before walking across the ring apron, stopping for a moment and holding the title belt up once again before slowly climbing into the ring. Nick then walks right over to Justin Decent, ripping the microphone out of his hand as Justin quickly removes himself from the ring. Nick waits a moment after his music is cut for the crowd to die down before he begins to speak.
Nick: What the hell did I tell all you idiots? For nearly two months now I have been telling you who the true champion was and just one week ago, I proved it all to every last one of you!
Nick holds the title belt up again, drawing more boos from the crowd as his smile only grows.
Nick: While I'm certainly used to being right, I have to be honest, it never gets old... just like winning. Good for Rage, he gets to spend the rest of his life as a trivia question, people trying and failing to remember who it was that had the little blip in the record books that will go down in history as being that guy who was the reason for that weird little break in Nick Jones' epic reign as the SCW Heavyweight Champion! In the end, all that matters is that I have proven, beyond any doubt, that I am exactly what I have always said I am. From the day it was taken from me, I was sure to let you know you were still looking at the man who truly should have had this belt still around his waist, and now it has finally returned home.
More boos follow, but Nick simply ignores them as he continues on.
Nick: Sure Rage had his little time in the spotlight, but what do he really prove? He proved he couldn't do anything more than get a couple of ridiculous draw decisions handed to him in order to keep him from losing this championship in any of his title defenses and that once that out was no longer there to save his ass, it was shown that he is not now, nor was he ever, truly the better man. We've faced each other 4 times now, and even the SCW record books say I've won two of them, anyone with half a brain knows that "draw" was truly a victory of mine and in the end, he gets one little win to call his own that he needed his entire clan of losers to help in order to pull it off. So the bottom line is simple, I am this companies true champion, not only SCW's longest-reigning champion in history, but it's only two-time champion ever. While Rage on the other hand? Well all Rage is...
Nick cannot get another word out past that point, as it would seem enough is enough, and Nick becomes interrupted as "Waking the Demon" by Bullet for My Valentine starts to play and the fans erupt into cheers as Rage storms out from the back.
Adams: Here comes the former champion, and he sure doesn't look happy.
Simone: How long did Nick really expect Rage to sit back there and listen to him ramble on like this?
Adams: Maybe he thought Rage wasn't watching.
Rage does not react to anything going on around him, as he moves quickly straight down the ramp before climbing into the ring and stepping right up into Nick's face. Nick looks up at the big man and simply shakes his head at him before speaking once the music has stopped.
Nick: What's wrong big guy, did I hurt your feelings? Sometimes the truth hurts buddy. Hate to break it to you though, there isn't a damn thing you can do about it now. You heard the decision from the SCW higher-ups, last week was our final match. That means this belt is mine and your chances at it are officially over. So how about you get to stepping and let the fans bask in the glory of their new champ? You know, what they paid to see.
Nick looks at Rage quizzically as he does not move an inch, or even react to a word Nick has said, instead continuing to stare down on the champ. After a few more moments of this, Nick finally breaks the silence.
Nick: Alright you big creep, if you want to just stand there silently staring, then you have fun and have at it. I'm sick and tired of being surrounded by nothing but life-long losers. You, on the other hand, would seem to fit in quite well with this crowd.
The crowd boos some more as Nick once again laughs at his own joke. Nick then drops the microphone and goes to walk around Rage, but Rage steps right in front of Nick, stopping him, drawing loud cheers from the crowd. Nick goes to step around him the other way, but Rage steps in front of Nick once again. Nick finally has had enough and instead lowers his shoulder and pushing right past Rage and then going straight to the ropes to leave the ring. However, before he gets there Rage grabs Nick by the shoulder, spinning him around and bringing the champ right back to be face to face with him.
Simone: Looks like Rage isn't going to allow Nick to get away that easily!
The two men stare each other down, completely silently for a few moments, with the expression on Nick's face now having completely changed to one of anger. The crowd gets more and more excited as the two men look ready to start fighting at any moment, when suddenly Nick kicks Rage low, right between the legs, dropping Rage to the ground and drawing boos from the crowd.
Adams: Ouch, that had to hurt.
Nick drops his title belt down onto the mat and then quickly grabs Rage and pulls him up, bringing him over to the ropes and tossing him right out of the ring to the flloor. Nick then hops out to the floor as well, landing a few quick boots to the back of Rage before walking over towards the timekeepers table. Nick is quick to grab the timekeeper and throw him right out of his chair before taking it and folding it back up.
Simone: Oh come on, someone needs to stop this!
The grin is quick to return to Nick's face as he takes the chair and starts to line Rage up for his shot. Slowly but surely, Rage starts to stumble back to his feet and as he does so, Nick winds the chair back behind his head and looks ready to make his move. However, just as Nick goes to swing the chair at Rage, he is stopped, as it appears someone from the crowd right behind Nick has grabbed the other end of the chair to stop him.
Adams: It looks like someone just DID stop this. I don't know what this fan thinks he's doing!
Simone: Wait a second, that isn't a fan... it's Billy James!
Nick quickly spins around, still holding the other end of the chair, to come to the realization. Nick sees that the chair is being grasped by a familiar face seated in the front row, Billy James! Nick immediately starts to send a number of Nick's expletives in Nick's direction as the two start to get into a tug of war with the chair, as Nick demands that Billy release the hold. Meanwhile, Rage gets back up to his feet behind Nick and regains his composure. Just as he appears to have gotten himself back together, Billy takes the opportunity to release his hold on the chair, unexpectedly to Nick, causing the chair to go flying back out of his hands in the process as Nick goes stumbling backwards, right into Rage. Nick feels the big man behind him as he collides backwards into him, as Rage stands there, towering over Nick. The expression on Nick's face is quick to change to that of concern, before he spins around and tries to sneak in a right hand to the jaw of Rage. Rage sees it coming however, and blocks the punch before drilling Nick right in the face with a right hand of his own, sending Nick reeling back and the fans exploding into cheers.
Adams: Rage looks PISSED.
Simone: I'd bet Nick is really starting to regret his decision to start running his mouth this time around.
As Nick stumbles back, Rage is quick to follow in, grabbing Nick and then tosses him back right into the steel steps. As Nick leans back against the steps, Rage throws in a few more punches, sending the champ reeling before Rage grabs Nick and simply tosses him, sending him crashing down onto the arena floor and screaming out in pain. Rage then moves in and grabs the champ, tossing him back into the ring.
Simone: Rage may not be getting a shot to regain that title, but I think he has certainly made his point here tonight.
Adams: Yeah, and I think the point is that he is not a happy man!
Rage slowly climbs into the ring after Nick, who is attempting to stumble back up to his feet. As soon as Rage gets up, Nick stumbles back up and goes to move towards Rage, but is immediately dropped right back down with a big boot to the face. Rage then pulls Nick off of the mat, tosses him into the corner and starts to pummel him with a series of left and right hands before eventually grabbing Nick around the throat with one hand. Rage then proceeds to pull Nick out of the corner by the throat into the center of the ring before lifting him straight up and slamming him down to the mat with a huge chokeslam, drawing even more cheers from the crowd. Rage then grabs the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt that was left laying on the mat and just stares at it for a moment before taking the belt and throwing it down onto the laid out body of Nick. Rage then looks up towards the cheering crowd with nothing but a vicious look of fury painted across his face.
Simone: The look in those eyes has to tell you one thing, this is not the last we have seen of Rage like this.
Adams: No kidding, I already feel bad for whoever has to have the next match against this guy.
Rage looks back down at Nick for a moment and after a moment of staring, does not react any further before simply turning and making his way out of the ring. As Rage starts to walk up the ramp, the back curtain parts and coming out through it are the muscle of Nick's entourage. Nick's cousin Big B is the first out, as he comes sprinting down the ramp and running right past Rage as he slides into the ring to check on Nick. A few steps behind Big B is Tony, who however chooses to slow down as he comes near Rage, stopping next to him and staring up at the man who towers over him. As Rage notices Tony, he stops and turns toward Tony, glaring at him with the same vicious look in his eyes. Upon seeing this, Tony slowly backs off, while not taking his eyes off of Rage, before eventually turning and heading the rest of the way down the ramp and into the ring. Rage turns and makes his way up the ramp and towards the back as Tony and Big B start to help Nick up. As Nick regains his composure, he's quick to shove away both Tony and Big B, while knocking off the title belt that was laid down on top of him at the same time. Nick immediately rolls right out of the ring and makes a bee-line for the area of the crowd barrier where he had seen Billy James moments earlier. However, a quick look shows that Billy is no longer there and Nick starts to look around through the crowd, but Billy is nowhere to be seen. Nick kicks the crowd barrier in anger before walking back over the ring, reaching under the bottom rope to grab his title belt and then immediately turning and storming up the ramp to the back, leaving Tony and Big B standing in the ring watching their boss in confusion for a moment, before both climbing out of the ring and heading after him.
Adams: Not such a great day for the champ, huh?
Simone: I have a feeling this isn't exactly how he planned to start his new title reign here tonight, and knowing Nick, this won't be the last we hear of this incident.
The scene spans backstage to Sean's locker room, inside Sean is shown throwing things around, out of anger.
Sean: I'm tired of the disrespect from that clown, he better be happy he brought his little squad with me, The Sins needed extra protection so that brought some more losers from backstage to help them.
Sean laughs, but angrily.
Sean: That's fine, bring them all, I'll take each and every one of them out, I will be respected, Dream Chaserz will be respected.
Sean turns and heads out the locker room slamming the door behind him.
*GET READY FOR THE SMACKDOWN!”
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Bombshell Tag Team match up! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 248 pounds, they are the women of New X-Tremes… VIXEN AND JESSIE SALCO!!!
The lights dim as the opening crowd stands at attention. “Smack Down" by Thousand Foot Krutch hits the arena speakers and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake nearby, the two siblings do some headbanging. Coming out right next to the Salco’s is Vixen. She comes to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention, waving to the fans. She looks over to Jessie, and with a nod both bombshells charge to the ring and slide in, Jake takes up a spot at ringside and Jessie shows off her NXT Armband as Vixen stands on the turnbuckle, getting the crowd worked up. The two bombshells meet in the center of the ring and discuss strategy as the music dies down.
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a Bombshell Tag Team match up! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 248 pounds, Torielle Jackson and Chanelle Martinez… AZZ N CLASS!!!
"Red Lipstick" begins playing as the lights lower on the stage. White lights strobe as Torielle shoves her way through the curtains. She takes a few steps out to the cheering fans, throwing a fist in the air. She looks back to see no one following her so she stomps over to the curtains and shouts pointing. Just then Chanelle Martinez comes out facing backward letting her "Azz" enter first. The cheers get louder as the two argue back and forth. Chanelle puts a hand in Torielle's face much to her displeasure and they walk down to the ring. They crawl onto the apron and look at each other, kissing their cheeks before bending to get in the ring. They pause for a second shaking their moneymakers to the music before getting inside of the ring crossing turnbuckles to blow kisses to the fans. They jump down and stare at the NXT girls while talking amongst themselves. Torielle steps out onto the apron, as does Vixen. Chanelle comes to the center of the ring and offers a reluctant Jessie a hand shake. Jessie stares at it for a moment before finally accepting it. Both ladies take a few steps back as referee Drew Patton calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
VS 
TAG TEAM MATCH
The audience cheers on the two ladies as they circle around each other with a very competitive spirit. Chanelle catches Jessie with a single mis-step and she hooks on in a rear waist lock. Jessie swings back with an elbow, but Chanelle ducks, releasing the hold long enough for Jessie to lock up with her. Chanelle hits a boot to Jessie’s stomach and slides behind her with the same rear waist lock. She goes to bring her back in a high angle suplex, but Jessie slides out and drags Chanelle down into a falling backbreaker. Jessie shoots up, very proud of herself as she drops back down with an elbow to Chanelle’s chest. Chanelle writhes, arching her back as Jessie lifts her up by her hair. Chanelle smacks Jessie’s hands out of her hair and then her eyes are on fire. She begins shouting incoherently as she fixes her hair. She walks up, pointing and wagging her head from side to side as Jessie stares on in a bit of confusion.
Adams: It sounds like Chanelle Martinez is reading Jessie Salco her rights for messing up her hair!
Simone: Isn’t it to be expected in a wrestling match? This girl isn’t going to last long around here if she doesn’t get used to it… Jessie takes a swing at Chanelle, but she ducks it and quickly locks on and delivers a German Suplex. She waves her finger at Jessie menacingly before turning around and taking deep breaths as ordered by Torielle. Chanelle nods her head as she regains her composure. She lifts Jessie up from the mat, only to get tripped up into a Small Package Roll Up pin.
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Chanelle kicks out rather quickly before rolling up to her feet. She catches Jessie with a surprise clothesline. She follows it up with a leg drop to the downed Salco. Chanelle picks her up and tosses her across the ring. As Jessie rebounds off of the ropes, Chanelle picks her up, only for Jessie to land a Tornado DDT. The audience cheers on the young bombshell as she gains that extra boost of confidence. Vixen cheers her on from the outside as Jessie goes for a Standing Moonsault. As she is about to connect, Chanelle puts her knees up. As Jessie lays on the ground, Chanelle hits a quick tag to Torielle. She leaps in over the top rope and immediately starts in with vicious boots. The referee comes to her and tells her to stop, which she obliges. Chanelle shakes her head as she exits the ring.
NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT! Torielle seems distracted by the chanting which gives Jessie the perfect opportunity to sweep the newcomer off of her feet. Jessie mounts her with vicious punches to her head which elicits loud painful shouting from Torielle. Jessie lets up and rushes over to the corner. She looks from both corners to keep an eye on Chanelle. As Torielle rises to her feet, Jessie leaps off with a high impact cross body. She knows it is nowhere near done, so she gets up and dashes over to the ropes, rebounding with a Rolling Thunder onto Torielle. She looks down to her opponent and then reluctantly walks over and tags in Vixen.
Adams: Wise move by Jessie, it is better to conserve your energy and keep things as fresh as possible.,/p>
Simone: This is one of the critical details that most people don’t pay attention to, and one reason why tag team wrestling is about a lot more than just in-ring skill. It’s easy to see why most can’t cut it in the tag divisions. Vixen stalks Torielle while Chanelle is busy shouting warnings to her. Vixen measures her up as Torielle gets up slowly. Vixen dashes forward, hitting a handspring that puts her in position for the Whirlybird Leg Scissor takedown. Torielle tries to fight out of it, but it only plays into Vixen’s momentum. She comes crashing down to the mat as Vixen drops down for the cover.
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Vixen springs back up, and as Torielle crawls to her knees, Vixen bounces off of the ropes, returning with a Shining Wizard for Torielle’s troubles. Chanelle comes in the ring and charges Vixen blindly. The two wind up in Vixen’s corner, where she is shoved back in for an inadvertent tag. Drew calls it while forcing Chanelle out of the ring. She holds her hands up in surrender as Jessie gets back into the ring. Vixen sees the referee distracted, so she gets even by assisting Jessie. She holds Torielle’s legs up as Jessie flies off of the second rope, both ladies hitting leg drops on her. Chanelle is having a fit about it on the outside, but by the time Drew turns around, Vixen is sitting innocently on the apron, waving sweetly to Chanelle.
Simone: I figured Chanelle would be angry, but she understands payback is a… Adams: La la la la! Virgin ears here. Anyway, NXT just one- upped Azz n Class, I can only imagine that Chanelle is planning her revenge as we speak. Jessie lifts Torielle off of the mat and hooks her up for a quick Snap Suplex. She keeps it locked on and switches over to hit another one. Torielle groans loudly as Jessie doesn’t let up. Jessie picks her up once again, hitting a hard Snapmare, finishing it off with a dropkick to her lower back. She falls down, hooking the leg for the pin as Drew quickly drops into position.
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Adams: Torielle gets the shoulder up at the very last second! Simone: We haven’t seen much from this bombshell, but her resilience is undeniable! Jessie picks Torielle up, and launches her into the ropes where she goes the opposite side. As they meet in the center, Jessie delivers a Flying Enziguiri. She goes to fly off of the ropes, but as she hits them, her back meets Chanelle’s knee. As Jessie falls, the fans begin to boo loudly. Standing at the top of the ramp is Karina Koji. She is wearing a smile and the Bombshell Roulette Championship, carrying a bat with nails sticking out of it. She waves it around behind her as she walks down to the ring. She holds her hands up innocently as she stops behind Chanelle, who turns around to keep a careful eye on her. Karina shrugs her shoulders as Jessie can’t help but become distracted by Karina. This gives Torielle just enough time to hook her arms under Jessie’s, picking her up back to back. She falls down to her knees a la Widowmaker. Karina claps in a very obvious display of fake support. She walks over toward Vixen, who eyeballs her the entire time. The referee sees her moving and orders her to stay away from Vixen. Instead, Karina goes to the announcers table. She picks up a pair of headphones.
Adams: What the…? Karina Koji: I come to make comments of the match. Brilliant moves by what’s her name to the other what’s her name… Simone: Very, ummm.. observant of you. Karina Koji: It would be for your own benefit if you just stop talking. Adams: *whispers* I would listen to her, she’s got a bat and something tells me she ain’t afraid to use it… Karina’s soft laugh causes Jason to squeak as we return to the action in the ring. Torielle dashes over to the ropes, soaring with a Flying Plancha to Jessie. However, it isn’t long before Karina drops the headphones. She sneaks up, tripping Vixen from off of the ropes. As she falls down, Karina holds her hands up innocently again before realizing the bat is still in her hands. She drops it and takes a few steps backward. Vixen shouts at Karina, almost getting in her face as the referee comes over to the ropes. He shouts out at the two. Torielle grips her side as she walks over and tags in Chanelle. Both ladies look to each other with a smile, and they begin causing a ruckus. They get the crowd worked up as Chanelle cups her hands around her mouth shouting "Twooooo STEP! Twooooo STEP!" From their, the two ladies grab onto Jessie’s arms. Torielle whips her arm up, causing a liquid motion all the way over to Chanelle's free hand, and she whips it back. Torielle then clotheslines Jessie to the ground and both ladies do a quick pop and lock before hitting moonsaults on Jessie at the same time.
Adams: I hear they call that one the Two Step Special. Chanelle is down with the cover, but the referee is still focused on the Vixen-Karina situation. Simone: Drew! Turn around and do the main thing you are there to do! Chanelle and Torielle both shout out for the referee who finally turns around. As he does, he lifts Chanelle off of the mat! Chanelle gets in his face, shouting at him. He signals the tag motion and then shakes his head and points over to Torielle. Chanelle throws her hands angrily up in the air. Torielle shrugs and drops down for the cover as Chanelle exits the ring.
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Torielle gets up and she has had enough. She begins shouting at the referee, claiming they should have had the match. Chanelle gets in the ring to join in on the discussion. They both shout incoherently at the same time and Drew just shakes his head. He points to his eyes and then shrugs his shoulders. He points Chanelle out of the ring, threatening to disqualify. As she is turning around, Jessie comes out of nowhere with a Sunset Flip to Torielle. Aggravated, Drew drops down and hits a fast count.
1! He calls for the bell before Chanelle can even get back in the ring to stop it. She begins shouting “Awww hell naw!” She helps an angry Torielle to her feet and they begin shouting at Drew as he turns his decision over to Justin Decent.
Justin Decent: Your winners… JESSIE SALCO AND VIXEN!!! As if on cue, Karina lunges forward with the butt end of the bat to Vixen’s nose. Vixen holds it in pain, but quickly turns around and elbow’s Karina in her nose. The two capable fighters lunge at each other in a vulgar display of catfighting. They rip at each other’s hair violently, getting in slaps, punches, kicks, and anything they can muster up to inflict pain upon each other. Drew is joined by Jasmine and a few stagehands as they rip the two apart. Jessie stands in the ring alone, but she doesn’t let that stop her from celebrating the victory as "In Ashes They Shall Reap" by Hatebreed plays. She works the turnbuckles as Karina is escorted from the ringside area. She makes it clear that she has the championship belt, and doesn’t plan to lose it. Vixen motions for her own waist after she rolls into the ring to help Jessie celebrate.
Darkside hits as the Roulette champion walks out to the arena, he has the championship belt across his shoulder as he stares at the fans who are booing or cheering him on. We see replays of Goth delivering Goth Drop on the ladder to the former champion from last weeks show as he climbs in the ring. He asks for a microphone as it is handed to him before he signals the fans to silence.
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Goth: This is the first step of many of Gothic commandments to happen around here... Though shall not mess witht he Gothic One, or you will suffer the same fate that has happened to the former owner of this championship belt.
The camera zooms in on the championship belt that now reads Goth as the name of it's current holder.
Goth: I'm planning on to be the wheel of misfortune of those who dare to step foot inside the ring with me. I'm planning on to roll the dice and hand out the card of your misfortune... To plan on striking the final blow before your unwanted body.
Goth hears the boos fromt he crowd as he puts a finger to his lips, signalling them to silence to him as he plans to speak out some more.
Goth: I dare to put my body on the line every given week that i'm forced to wrestle. I plan on working out the unholy and undeserved contenders to my holy grail... I plan on to be the one that forgives your sinning thoughts by placing you on your own cross of discomfert. You see all of you are just sinners before my court... the sinning has to end and I intend to start my court of sins upon the first one that dares to reclaim my championship.
Goth chuckles as we hear the fans chant the name of the former champion.
Goth: You shall stand before the Judge of my own court Koji, you shall stand trial before your own deeds of sins.... You shall hear me speak out your defence and your judgment as I am your defence as well as the procecution of your trial.... before I judge you to hell Koji... I will make your life the common ideology of what you are.... a sinner... so come on and spin the wheel of your judgment as YOUR Roullette champion will put a bullet upon your face and pulls the trigger...
With that Darkside hits as Goth slides out of the ring and has made his presence felt as well as his intentions
Backstage, Kittie is seen standing along side Ms Rocky Mountains. Kittie seems to be nearly sweating bullets, in a rare display of obvious stress. Rocky lifts the microphone to her lips with a smile.
MRM: I am standing here with former Bombshell Roulette Champion, Kittie who will be at ringside during the Main Event tonight. What are your thoughts on that?
Kittie: I could go on for hours upon hours giving my thoughts on this match. It is no secret that Odette and I have been great friends since shortly after her arrival here. To make matters worse, Brooklyn and I only saw eye to eye on one occasion, and that was when I outsmarted her for the Bombshell Roulette Championship at Into the Void. Outside of that, we have nothing for each other. So when I saw what happened to Gabriel two weeks ago, and saw that travesty of an alliance form, I knew there would be a moment I would lock horns with her again. Though it is against my better judgment, I am going out there tonight to defend the honor of my family.
MRM: Against your better judgment? What exactly do you mean by that?
Kittie: Ahh, you are the smart one… The whole reason I asked for this moment is so that I could make a major announcement. A lot of people have probably noticed that I haven’t been myself lately. Someone actually used the word “normal” to describe me the other day. I have had a lot on my mind lately. Some of it has been this mess, but most of it is something beyond that. It is even beyond just me. I haven’t really had anyone to talk to about this except for Odette, so this is really hard to come out and say.
Kittie takes a deep breath, almost looking as if she is about to cry. She looks around for a friendly face, but finds nothing but the reporter.
Kittie: I got sea sick on the cruise, and ever since then, I hadn’t been feeling right. Well, I went to the doctor and found out that I’m pregnant. I have been since before my battle with Trish at Summer XXXTreme. When I heard that, I was very upset to know that I risked two lives in that match, but the doctor assures me that everything is okay.
MRM: So you are making those same risks tonight when you go out there to perform Lumberjill duties?
Kittie: I have given it much thought, and I feel like I owe my family, and my fans one last showing before I take my leave. They deserve it. I have already debated this issue with myself over and over again, and it is a risk I have to take. Now if you will excuse me, I need to get geared up…
With that, Kittie abruptly walks away, leaving Ms Rocky Mountains standing in a bit of shock. She shrugs her shoulders and then the scene fades.
We switch back to ringside, where the next match is just about to begin. Justin Decent raises the microphone to his mouth, ready to begin the introductions, when suddenly, the lights in the stadium go out. The quiet chatter among those in attendance shows their confusion and curiosity at this unexpected turn of events. The lights stay out for what seems like several minutes. Justin Decent is heard asking the referee in the ring what is going on, but no one seems to know. Just then, a video feed lights up on the screen, getting everyone’s attention.
The setting is dark and dreary. A fence, broken in several places, surrounds the apparent abandoned building. The camera stays focused on the building, even as two critters of the night scurry across the lot, their eyes glowing an eerie yellow from the light of the full moon shining down below. The view of the building remains on the screen for what seems like several minutes, before it goes black, save for one single sentence.
”Prepare yourselves Sin City Wrestling.”
The lights return a few moments later, leaving everyone in attendance to talk amongst themselves.
Justin: The following contest is a singles match, introducing first.... From Calgary, Alberta, Canada… weighing in at 235 pounds, he is… Blaque Hart Bruce Evans
A chorus of booing comes out as Blaque Hart Bruce Evans puffs his chest out. He roars at the camera, proudly displaying his “Blame America” shirt. He walks to the ring as Oh Canada plays in the background, stepping up the ring steps and through the ropes. He looks across at the referee and turns to the crowd, his arms in the air
Justin: From Tahlequah, Oklahoma, weighing 217 pounds, to be accompanied by Austin Parker ... Bo Dreamwolf!
The calls of "Return to Innocence" sounds across the PA system. Between the first chant and the second chant, Dreamwolf and Austin appear and stand at the top of the ramp with Bo bowing his head. Then around the second chant, both men march towards the ring, Bo's eyes fixed on the ring and the opponents 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 as Austin joins him inside. Bo drops down and Austin guides him over toward a corner.
DING DING DING!
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SINGLES MATCH
Bo rolls his shoulder back and Blaque Hart jumps in, locking up with Bo. Blaque Hart spins behind Bo, putting him in a waist lock, but Bo grabs Blaque Hart's wrists, prising them apart and spinning behind him.
Simone: These two men are technical masters, this is a match for the purests.
Bo puts Blaque Hart in a hammerlock before lifting him off his feet and dropping him face first. Bo spins around him and holds his wrist but Blaque Hart gets to his knee and twists his arm under, springing to his feet and behind Bo, locking Bo in a dragon sleeper hold, but Bo spins his body and lifts Blaque Hart over with a northern lights suplex. Bo rolls over and gets on one knee, looking at Blaque Hart on the floor. The fans appalude their appreciation.
Adams: And people say the art of chain wrestling is dead.
Both men return to their feet and look to lock up, but Blaque Hart plants an elbow to Bo's eyes, causing the fans to boo. Blaque Hart grabs hold of Bo's long hair and pulls him towards the corner, throwing him head first in to the turnbuckle. He pulls Bo out and tosses Bo in to the ring post, shoulder first. Blaque Hart stays on the attack and hooks up Bo's arm, dropping backwards with a single arm DDT. Blaque Hart reaches back and holds Bo's arm backwards in an armbar, but Bo fights to his knees, using his power to return to his feet. Bo twists his body around and lifts Blaque Hart over with a hip toss. Bo holds his back.
Adams: I don't remember Bo hurting his back in this match, but then again, I have a mind like a goal net, holes everywhere.
Bo picks Blaque Hart up, lifting him in a scoop slam but once again holding his back, The crowd start to cheer as Brandi Shotze appears at the top the of the ramp, walking down towards the ring. In her hand, Brandi has a drinks cooler. She walks by the ring and points behind Bo as Blaque Hart gets behind him. Bo instinctively throws a kick backwards, catching Blaque Hart in the mid section. Bo turns around, seeing Blaque Hart bent over and drops him with a famasser. Brandi walks around to the commentary table. Bo goes for the cover.
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Blaque Hart kicks out as Brandi takes a seat next to Jason and Belinda
Brandi: Well damn I woulda looked stupid dragging my ass down here if Bo woulda won that quick.
Simone: What are you doing out here?
Brandi: I brought this cooler full of beer, and well, they don't have HD monitors back there, couldn't get a good enough view of Bo's ass. Beer anyone?
Adams: Think I need one now.
Bo gets Blaque Hart on his feet and hooks his head up, swinging him around with a swinging neckbreaker. Bo moves around Blaque Hart, lifting up a leg and spinning in around, locking Blaque Hart in to a figure four leglock. Bo lays back, putting pressure on Blaque Hart's legs, but, Blaque Hart sits up. Bo sits up and lands a huge right hand on Blaque Hart, knocking him on the the flat of his back.
Brandi: Bo's a flexable man.
Adams: How would you..... forget I asked.
The referee jumps down, asking Blaque Hart if he wants to quit, but Blaque Hart shakes his head, rolling Bo over and reversing the pressure on Bo's legs. Bo wiggles free and pulls himself to his feet. Blaque Hart also scrambles to his feet but Blaque Hart catches him first, lifting him in a sidewalk slam and dropping him down with a hard backbreaker.
Brandi: Don't worry baby, we'll fix that back later, I got magic hands.
Bo rolls over and holds the small of his back, but Blaque Hart aggressively stomps on it, placing hard boots to Bo's aching back. Bo gets to his knees but Blaque Hart kicks him in the ribs, sending Bo spinning on to his back. Blaque Hart raises Bo's legs and leans down, hooking him up with a Boston crab and stepping over, forcing more pressure on to Bo's lower back. Drew Patton drops down, asking Bo if he wants this match to end but the young native American shakes his head, and reaches out for the bottom rope, falling slightly short. Bo plants his elbows in to the ground and pulls himself close to the rope, finally getting within reach and grabbing the bottom rope. Drew Patton starts his five count and Blaque Hart breaks it off at 4. Blaque Hart walks away, arms in the air to boos.
Brandi: This ain't over yet Evans.
Simone: Blaque Hart wasting time here.
Blaque Hart turns back to Bo, picking him up to his feet and catching him with a stinging right hand to the jaw. Bo stumbles backwards and Blaque Hart charges at him but Bo takes him down with a drop toehold, sending Blaque Hart chest first across the middle rope. Bo gets to his feet and takes a step backwards and jumps at Blaque Hart, spinning in the air and landing with his back across Blaque Hart's back, forcing his chest down across the middle rope. Bo lands on his feet and walks away, holding his back. He stands waiting for Blaque Hart to get up and slowly, the Canadian veteran does return to his feet, stumbling backwards in to a side Russian legsweep from Bo. Bo rolls over on top of Blaque Hart for the cover.
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Blaque Hart kicks up
Brandi: Bo likes it on top
Adams: On top of.... oh boy, mental image, MAKE IT STOP!
Bo gets back on his feet and pulls Blaque Hart back up with him, but as Blaque Hart returns to his feet, he quickly pulls Bo down with a small package.
Brandi: I'm not making any small package jokes here..... mmmmmkay.
The referee drops down to make the count.
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Bo kicks out
Simone: Blaque Hart nearly stole it
Both men get to their feet and Blaque Hart takes advantage with an elbow to Bo's jaw, sending him rocking backwards. Bo spins and Blaque Hart hooks him up from behind, lifting him up and dropping him down with an atomic drop. Bo bounces on the flat of his feet, but Blaque Hart grabs the back of Bo's hair and slams him down hard in to the canvas, his head bouncing off the floor. Blaque Hart jumps up in the air, planting a knee on to the top of Bo's head. Bo rolls over holding his face but Blaque Hart puts Bo's head between his legs, in a powerbomb position.
Adams: Is Evans looking for The Blaque Out?
Brandi: Hell no.
Brandi gets up from the commentary table and walks towards the ring. Quickly climbing up the steps and moving around the ring apron, standing in front of Blaque Hart.
Simone: What is she doing?
Adams: My guess, looking at Bo's ass while he's in that position.
Brandi puts her arms on the top rope, pushing her chest over the ropes. Blaque Hart drops Bo and moves towards Brandi, looking down at her huge chest in front of him. Bo springs to his feet, spins him around and pulls Blaque Hart down with a small package, but Blaque Hart rolls him over, grabbing a handful of tights
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Ding, ding, ding!
Justin: The winner of the match..... Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!
Simone: Wow!
Adams: Blaque Hart has upset the odds to beat Bo Dreamwolf
The camera find Jamie Staggs and Gianni walking towards the ring back stage with what appears at first to be a large mannish woman in a sari. Under further inspection it is clear that it is Aleksei Koji wearing a very bad disguise. Jamie and Gianni look at him like they are about to crack up at any moment.
Jamie: Bro, I don’t think this is going to work.
Giani: Yeah dawg, you make an ugly ass woman. I don’t think you’re fooling anyone.
Aleksei: Yeah well its not my fault this week’s show is in India. This place is crawling with guys connected to Rami.
Giani: That the old guy who is looking for you? Man I wish we were in Jersey because I know some people.
Aleksei: Yeah that is the guy. He can’t reach me in the States that is why I moved there. I just have to make it to Japan and then everything will be...ravat pe hoc!
Suddenly Aleksei dives into a hallway as two identical hulking figures turn the corner on the hall that the Party Horde was walking down. Both Jamie and Gianni look forward as if nothing is out of the ordinary. They nod at the two thugs as they go forward. As the camera zooms out we see a discarded sari on the ground.
The scene cuts backstage where SCW Head Reporter Pussy Willow is seen standing by in the interview area with Nick Jones, who stands there with his SCW Championship over his shoulder and a great look of frustration painted on his face.
PW: I am backstage with the new SCW Heavyweight Champion, Nick Jones. Now Nick, what are your thoughts about what happened earlier tonight between you and, not only the man you beat for the title in Rage, but yet another incident with former wrestling superstar "Beautiful" Billy James?
Nick: What are my thoughts? My thoughts are these two pathetic clowns need to accept what they are, nothing but lifelong losers who will forever live in the shadow of my greatness. If they think they can be these spineless little punks who jump me from behind and somehow make a name for themselves that way they are sorely mistaken. Here I am, still standing tall, and where are those two clowns? That washed-up never-was Billy is off hiding in the crowd somewhere and Rage was sure to high-tail it to the back before he got what was coming to him. In the end though, what's the bottom line? That chump Billy is unemployed and Rage has been flat out told, his opportunities to be anywhere near my gold are officially over. Whether they like it or not, they're looking at this company's only true champion and there's not a damn thing they can do about it.
PW: What do you mean by "only true champion"?
Nick: Let's be honest with ourselves here, sure this company is filled with a bunch of second rate titles to try to satiate the losers in this company and allow them to have something to fight for, but none of it means a damn thing. Some tag title gold for those losers who are so shitty that even they know they're not capable of winning a match by themselves, some gimmick title designed with the hope that it will actually make the matches those boring losers in at least somewhat interesting and then of course, the whole slow of the broad's titles.
PW: You mean the bombshell titles?
Nick: Yeah, whatever. Same difference. You know as well as I do the only reason the broads around here are kept employed is for their T&A. Nobody gives a crap about what they do in the ring because they can't wrestle worth a damn, everyone just wants a big set of jugs to look at. You and your fellow interviewing co-worker are all the evidence anyone needs to support that. So what's that leave us? That leaves us with the one true championship this company has. It comes down to the one and only title that everyone in this company truly wants more than anything, but the vast majority aren't even good enough to have the honor of stepping into the ring with me and competing for this championship, and ultimately getting thoroughly embarrassed on the biggest of stages by yours truly. So my question for you is simple, who else around here can even begin to compare? I'm the best this company has ever seen, bar none, and it's not even a matter of debate. I hold the most important title imaginable, something more impressive than any chump in this company could ever dream of. What possible argument could be made otherwise, of all the tin pieces of crap strapped around waists around here, what could possibly be considered more important, more prestigious than the title around my waist and by association, the man wearing it?
Before Pussy can even respond, there's the distinct sound of someone loudly clearing their throat off camera. The camera pans over to show SCW superstar and NeWA World Heavyweight Champion Spikes Staggs standing nearby with a smile on his face and his World title draped over his shoulder. Nick hears the sounds and immediately turns his attention towards Spike. Upon realizing who it is, a scowl quickly appears on Nick's face.
Nick: What the hell do you want?
Spike: Who me? Oh, don't mind me. I was just listening is all.
The smile on Spike's face only grows as he follows that statement up by shifting the belt further up onto his shoulder and gently patting it, which seems to get Nick only angrier.
Nick: You think I don't know what you're doing there? Listen punk, that joke of a title isn't worth a damn thing. While you were off getting a title shot at that worthless piece of crap, and losing, and then getting another shot at it, I was busy fighting over a belt that's actually worth a damn. I mean hell, the entire time you're getting all of your little shots for that belt, I was NeWA's #2 overall ranked wrestler. Granted, it's one spot lower than I truly should have been ranked, but your worthless ass didn't even make the rankings and yet you're the one getting SCW's shot at the belt? Give me a break, that alone should tell you how little it really means. Not to mention, I defend this championship here more in a week than that sorry ass company will have you defend it over the next 6 months. After all, the only reason you'd ever hold it more than a day is if you never had to actually defend it. The truth of the matter is you ran off out of SCW to face a bunch of no-name losers in NeWA because you knew you didn't have what it takes to keep up with the competition here in SCW. This is where the real competition is, and the real talent, so you can sit there and be impressed with yourself all you like, but everyone here knows what you're holding is nothing more than a sorry excuse for a so-called heavyweight title.
Spike puts one finger up for a moment.
Spike: Not to interrupt, but just to clarify, it's actually a World Heavyweight Championship, already successfully defended against Kai Kennedy four days ago.
Nick's face starts to turn red as the anger clearly begins to mount.
Nick: Call it whatever the hell you want, it makes not one damn bit of difference. Everyone around here knows how this goes. You always have been and always will be a second-rate nobody compared to me. Just take a quick look back. Mark and I were the ones who started Generation X-Treme and made it into what it became. You were nothing more than some stooge of a tag-along trying to make a name for himself riding off of the coat tails of the proven greats. Hell, the moment you showed up in SCW you even needed to rip off what we made famous just in order to make sure anyone around here would give a crap about you. Well, newsflash Spikey boy, try as you might, they still don't care. You're nothing to them. Nothing you have ever done has amounted to shit.
Spike's only response is simple and silent, as he takes his sleeve and begins to polish the NeWA World title laying over his shoulder, causing Nick to get even more annoyed. He looks over to the camera with a wink as the fans are heard cheering.
Nick: Let's just get one thing clear here, you little punk. I've got absolutely no use for you and I never have. You were lucky for a while that Mark was stupid enough to actually think you might be worth a damn, but unfortunately for you, he finally got wiser. If it wasn't for him, you never would have gotten what you did out of us, you wouldn't have even had an opportunity to have your little rip-off stable and quite frankly, I would have taken care of you myself all those many, many years ago. Just remember that next time you start thinking about how high and mighty you've convinced yourself you are. Keep in mind, in order to be a real champ, you've actually got to defend that title against somebody who matters. So now, the only real champ in this company has better things to do.
Nick turns and goes to leave, but is stopped as he hears Spike calling after him.
Spike: What, you're leaving so soon? Geez Nick, I thought we could catch up on old times.
Nick turns around and glares at Spike, who's smiling ear to ear. Spike takes a step closer, causing the audience to cheer even louder from ringside. Spike switches the NWA title to his other shoulder as he looks to the SCW Heavyweight Championship. With his eyes, he imagines it on his free shoulder, then his cold blue eyes meet Nick’s.
Spike: Just remember that what I learned from you and Mark is how to be a neat and tidy monster instead of a sloppy savage beast. Careful what words you sling at me, because I have been lusting for a second piece of gold...
As Nick opens his mouth to say something, Spike shushes him while placing a finger against Nick’s lips for added emphasis. He tilts his head to the side inquisitively.
Spike: Say, did they ever name your challenger for the Japan Supercard?
Spike slowly removes his finger from Nick’s lips and the audience cheers at the thought of a possible showdown. Spike wipes off a spot on Nick’s title belt, admiring his reflection in it for just a split second. Spike takes a few steps back, clicking his jaw with a snap of his fingers. As he walks backward, he waves in a friendly manner at Nick who is visibly angry as we fade away.
Justin: The following contest is a singles match, introducing first from Nashua, NH, weighing in at three hundred and seventy pounds, Casey Williams
As the screeching call of insanity of "All Aboard" hits the speakers, Casey Williams comes out, with the intense look in his face. As the guitar riff plays, Casey walks down the ramp, pauses, pyros go off behind him.
"Crazy,but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train"
Then Casey climbs up the apron and over the top rope into the ring, and gives and angry yell.
Justin: And his opponent, from Atlanta, GA, weighing in at two hundred and fifty three pounds, Jordan P.S 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. 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 before hopping down to the canvas.
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SINGLES MATCH
As the bell rings, Jordan instantly attacks Casey, drilling him with aggressive shots to the face and head, surprising and stumbling Casey backwards.
Simone: Jordan starting at a high tempo.
He pushes Casey back to the ropes and whips him against the other rope. As Casey returns, he shoulder tackles Jordan down to the canvas, Jordan gets back to his feet as quick as he dropped and Casey pulls back a hand, slamming him with a knife edge chop across the chest. Jordan spins, holding on to his chest, but turns three hundred and sixty degrees and nails Casey in the side of the head with a tornado punch. Casey rocks backwards and Jordan charges, lifting him off his feet with a tackle and throwing down hard shots on Casey's head.
Adams: Jordan is experienced enough to know not to let Casey get momentum going in this match or things change quicker then I can burp.
Jordan jumps up and stomps hard on Casey's chest, followed by a second. Jordan goes for a third but Casey catches his foot and starts to stand up. Casey keeps a hold of Jordan's foot and whips him over with a dragon screw leg whip. Jordan lands hard on his back, but quickly gets to his feet, trying to stay on the offense, but as Jordan gets close, Casey lifts him in the air and drops him with a flapjack. Jordan bounces off the canvas front first and again, quickly tries to get on his knees. Casey gets behind Jordan and wraps his arms around him with a full nelson slam. Casey jumps down and goes for the cover
1...
2....
Jordan gets his shoulder up
Simone: Casey trying to get Jordan out of the way quickly
Adams: I don't think Jordan's comments about the teacher always beating the student stuck in Casey's mind.
Casey picks Jordan off the mat and slams him with a left hook under the jaw, rocking Jordan back to the ropes. Jordan spins away from Casey but Casey spins him back, and Jordan throws a punch towards Casey's face, his thumb catching Casey in the eye.
Adams: I think that was an accident.
Simone: Was it really? Jordan's had a couple of them lately.
As Casey turns away, Jordan plants a boot behind Casey's knee, dropping him down to one knee. Jordan reaches over Casey's head, locking his left arm around Casey's neck and slamming forearm shots with his right arm. The referee looks closely and informs Jordan that the hold is a choke and starts to count.
1...
2....
3
Still no Jordan break
4...
5...
Jasmine St John jumps in and pulls Jordan's arm away from Casey's throat. Jasmine yells at Jordan, but Jordan shrugs and point to his ear.
Adams: Ah, Jordan didn't hear the break instruction.
Simone: Sure
Jordan turns back to Casey, lifting him off his knees and back to his feet. Jordan takes hold of Casey and drops him down from behind with a diving reverse DDT. Jordan stands up and moves towards the corner, climbing the ropes and standing on the middle one and jumping off, nailing Casey with a diving leg drop, landing across Casey's chest. Jordan goes for a cover by putting his elbow across Casey's face.
1...
2...
Casey kicks out
Adams: Jordan doing all he can to keep the big man down.
Casey gets back on to his knees but Jordan jumps on his back, dropping heavy shots to the back of Casey's head, but Casey starts to stand, grabbing Jordan's legs and lifting him off his feet. Casey drops backwards, crushing Jordan under all his weight.
Simone: Holy hell, Casey's weight just crushed Jordan!
Adams: We now have a Jordan pancake in the ring.
Casey gets off from Jordan and pulls him to his feet, wrapping his arms around Jordan's waist and lifts him over his head with a release belly to belly suplex. Jordan gets to his feet as quickly as possible, but Casey grabs his head and headbutts Jordan! Casey walks towards Jordan and puts a foot on his chest, stepping over his former tag team partners chest. Casey turns around and steps on Jordan again. Casey puts his foot on Jordan again and the referee drops down to make the count.
1...
2....
Jordan grabs Casey's leg and pulls him down to the ground, locking on an ankle lock!
Simone: Jordan's gonna try and make Casey tap out!
Jordan makes it to his knee, twisting Casey's ankle to a high angle, but Casey spins over quickly, risking breaking his own ankle, to send Jordan flying across the ring. Casey gets to his feet and limps towards Jordan. As Jordan returns to his feet, Casey nails him with a huge clothesline, almost taking Jordan's head off with the huge impact of the move. Jordan hits the canvas hard, holding the back of his head. Jordan gets back to his feet again but Casey charges him once more, going for a big boot but Jordan drops down, holding the top rope down. Casey's leg goes over the rope and Jordan lifts the rope, bouncing Casey up and down.
Simone: I don't even have balls but ouch!
Adams: I hope his missus doesn't want kids
Jordan viciously clotheslines Casey off the rope and to the ring again. Casey rolls on to his knees and Jordan stomps on his back. Casey tries to get back on his feet but Jordan locks on a sleeper hold, holding his forearm across Casey throat. The referee looks closer and warns Jordan about how low his arm is. Casey uses his power to throw Jordan over his shoulder, flipping him on to his back. As Jordan gets back up, Casey lifts him high in the air with a military press slam, throwing Jordan an extra foot in the air, allowing the drop to be greater. Jordan lands hard and Casey steps back against the ropes, breathing hard. Casey looks at Jordan on the floor, raising his hand in the air.
Simone: Could Casey be looking for the Kiss Of Death here!
Casey waits for Jordan to return to his feet, as Jordan does, Casey advances. Casey raises his hand and swings it towards Jordan head. Before it can connect, Jordan jumps up and nails Casey in the head with a flying enziguri, sending Casey falling to the canvas!
Adams: Damn, Casey is seeing little tweety birds flying around his head.
Jordan gets to his feet, a strange look of arrogance on his face, unlike his normal self. Jordan waits for Casey to return to his feet, as he does, Jordan jumps up and nails him with a diamond cutter.
Simone: He calls that the 2G4U!
Jordan covers Casey.
1...
2....
3!
Justin: The winner of the match, Jordan Williams!
Simone: Jordan has defeated the giant Casey Williams!
Adams: Jordan looking impressive tonight
Simone: Not sure his new attitude is as impressive
Adams: We just got word that a fan caught some breaking footage of an attack in the parking lot. I always love a good fight.
Simone: Try to get a hold of yourself, this is not a joke. Please run the footage.
We see a shaky camera shot of two large men that appear to be twins taking turns beating on Aleksei Koji. They are wearing nice pace and matching black muscle shirts. One will hold him while the other will punch him. An old man dressed in traveler clothes watches this happen. The old man is pulling out a length of cloth that looks to have a weighted end.
Old Man: I told you Mr Koji. Not to mess with me. I say to you I am not man to mess with but you take my money...you run away to America. That is mistake.
The old man swings the cloth into Aleksei’s gut and it drops the big man to his knees. The two big men step away and watch with grins on their faces.
Old Man: Now I want money with interest or you do favor for us.
Aleksei: Oh yeah...what kind of favor is worth that kind of money?
Old Man: You fight a chingary for us. I have one lined up, same town as your next show.
Aleksei: I don’t throw fights...
Old Man: Well I don’t often destroy big shot wrestling careers. But I can make exception next week if I don’t get money or favor. Think about it...Direwolf
The two thugs laugh when the old man laughs. One of the kicks Alekse hard before they all turn to leave. The fan starts rushing over to Aleksei before the camera cuts out.
Adams: What the heck is a chingary?
Simone: I don’t know but I imagine NXT is going to be short one lumberjack tonight.
“The Ruler and the Killer” by Kid Cudi blares as Karina Koji steps out from behind the curtain. She is wearing leather pants and a purple hoody. As she walks to the ring with a very confident look we see that “Pain is My Business” is written in black on the back. She has the Roulette Title over her shoulder. The crowd is giving her a very mixed reaction as she rolls into the ring. She climbs the turnbuckle and just sits there waiting for the music to finish. When it does she speaks.
Karina: I don’t come out here very often like this. I know I am suppose to, but its not the way I work. To be honest most of the time you people scare the crap out of me. But I am a champion now and so I figure I should come out here to speak my mind. Or at least as much of my mind as I think you all can handle.
She hops off the turnbuckle and starts to pace as she talks. On occasion she twitches when the crowd gets too loud.
Karina: Moments after winning this championship I had a revelation. I realized something that I think I knew all along. See when I joined this federation, the boss guys explained how things worked. They told me that the top belts were the Heavyweight Title and the Bombshell Title. Then they said the lesser title was something called the Roulette Championship. The kind of championship that the Koji’s are quite good at winning.
She gets a cheer for that and she pulls up her hoody with a distasteful look on her face.
Karina: B...but then I made my debut. I was part of special match with all sorts of women fighting for a briefcase and in that briefcase was the Bombshell Roulette Championship. The women in that match nearly killed each other for that belt and on that night I knew that was the championship I wanted.
She looks down at her belt and smiles deviously. She holds it close to herself and stops pacing.
Karina: So Kittie and I met again in the ring. We met two more times in fact and we nearly killed each other both times. We both felt levels of pain that would cause most of you to change forever. The kind of pain you need therapy to recover from and we did that to each other twice. And it was after I got out from under the nearly lifeless body of Kittle that I have my revelation.
The audience gets a little hostile at the mention of her hurting Kittie. Karina glares at them all and starts to pace again.
Karina: See I realized that the boss guys have it all wrong. The Roulette Title is the true top title in this federation. I mean how could anyone think otherwise. Kittie had to battle a gang of other women to win it. I had to be beaten with a cane to take the title from her. My brother literally burned for his time with the belt. All Nick Jones had to do was beat up Rage in a normal match. Or lets talk about Odette...
The crowd starts to cheer at the mere mention of her name and it stops Karina in her tracks. She looks around at the audience who is yelling louder knowing that it is getting to her.
Karina: SHUT UP!! or you know what....cheer for her all you want. But she is nothing special. What did she do for her little belt? She didn’t even pin the champion. Nah this right here is the real belt and I guess that means right now...I am the best woman fighter in the SCW!
The crowd continues to boo her but she ignores them and paces more.
Karina: Yeah thats right. I am the best there is. And I guess that makes Vixen pretty damn lucky. Because she is the next fighter to have a chance at this greatness. I welcome the challenge. I welcome any challenges from the women back there. If I have to I will prove every night just how dominating a force I can be. I will show the world what new levels of pain can await them. Just ask Kittie what the Wolf Bite feels like. Or ask Vixen once I make her scream.
A NXT chant starts up from the crowd but Karina hardly notices. Her eyes are starting to dart back and forth, she is twitching more as she walks.
Karina: Odette might have the main event tonight but I have the only belt that matters. The only true way for a fighter to prove themselves is to get in the ring with a Koji, roulette rules and survive. Now Vixen is a damn good fighter. She is a former champion afterall, but she has never faced me. And if you haven’t face me then it doesn’t really count. From now on its Roulette before and above everything thing else. Think I am wrong?
The crowd boos her and screams that she is wrong. She suddenly does hear them and smirks.
Karina: Then meet me in the ring and prove me wrong.
She then rolls out of the ring and starts walking up the ramp.
The scene opens up in the ring where we see Justin Decent in the ring ready to make the introductions for the Main Event.
Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen THIS is your main event of the evening scheduled for one fall and it is a Non-Title Lumberjack Match, introducing first your referees for this match, Carly Athens and Despayre!
The crowd boos Carly whilst giving Despayre a decent sized pop, Carly’s ref outfit is worn in a way to show off as much of her chest and stomach area as she can without being arrested for indecent exposure whilst Despayre is wearing his ref shirt the usual way.
Justin: Introducing next, the Lumberjacks!
WE WANT YOU!
GET READY FOR THE SMACKDOWN!
“Smackdown” by Thousand Foot Krunch hits the arena speakers and the crowd rises to its feet as the members of NXT come out in force, first out is Odette Ryder and Jessie Salco followed by Vixen, the Party Horde minus Koji, Jessie’s brother Jake, Casey Williams and Spike Staggs who is proudly displaying his NWA World Championship.
Simone: It looks like NXT didn’t want to risk the Dream Catcherz attacking Odette on her way to the ring.
Adams: That or their recruiting Justin Decent.
The members of NXT take up a spot at ringside whilst Odette slides into the ring, she glares at Carly who glares at her back before smirking and pointing to her ref shirt as if to say “just try it bitch”, Jessie Salco climbs up onto the ring apron to join in the glaring game as she is clearly still sore from the chairshot she suffered at Carly’s hands but Jake is able to talk her down before she does anything drastic and she reluctantly hops off the apron.
Simone: There is a lot of bad blood between those three bombshells.
Adams: Who cares? Let’s talk about Carly’s top.
Belinda shakes her head as the other lumberjacks make their way to the ring, the members of the Dream Chaserz start trash talking the members of NXT but Spike tells his teammates to ignore them, whilst that is going on HEEEEEEELLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOO BROOKLYN blasts through the arena speakers, purple pyro falls from above as Brooklyn makes her way out from behind the curtain, bouncing her head and moving her arms to the beat, she makes her way down the ramp playing to each side of the audience, she slides in the ring, bouncing off the ropes before staring down Odette, Carly and Gabriel get them to go to opposite corners Odette insisting that she stay in the corner closest to her NXT Teammates.
Justin: Introducing the competitors, first from Queensland, Australia she is the reigning SCW Bombshell Champion and represents the New Xtremes, Odette Ryder!
Odette raises both of her arms in response to being announced and her NXT teammates applaud her, Carly goes to take the belt off of Odette but she refuses instead handing the belt to a stage hand herself.
Adams: No love lost between those former teammates.
Simone: Can you blame her?
Justin: And her opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, she is a former Bombshell Champion and represents the Dream Chaserz BROKLYN CARTER!
The New York native is too busy discussing strategy with her teammates to notice her being introduced, she’s also too busy doing that to notice Odette charging her from behind until it’s too late for her to do anything about it and she gets a stinger splash for her troubles, Despayre signals for the bell allowing the match to begin.
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LUMBERJACK MATCH
Simone: Odette’s not wasting any time here.
Adams: Given the recent bad blood between the two stables can you blame her? Aleksei Koji was taken out earlier tonight hence his absence and Jake taking his spot.
Odette doesn’t let up firing shot after shot at Brooklyn’s face whilst Carly administers a far too fast five count, she’s still able to stop her assault in time but it’s to yell at Carly for her blatant bias, Brooklyn takes the advantage and rolls up Odette 1 2 kickout by Odette who glares at Carly for the fast count, she yells at Despayre to do something about his co-ref but he shrugs his shoulders and points out that Carly got there faster.
Simone: He can’t be serious.
Adams: He’s just stating the facts Belinda.
Odette turns around and starts brawling with Carly, the two refs back off knowing better than to get in between two women and Odette backs off before clotheslining them both to the floor, unfortunately for Odette she’s made the mistake of clotheslining the two of them to the spot where the Dream Chaserz are occupying, fortunately for her the other members of NXT use their superior numbers to force the DCs to back off.
Simone: Typical, they’re scared to face that many NXT Members at once.
Adams: Yeah, tell me about……oh come on!
Whilst Odette is rolling Brooklyn into the ring Hawkes clotheslines her out of her boots and rolls her back in, this was in full view of Carly but it’s clear that she couldn’t care less…..unfortunately for Hawkes this action gets Jake and Casey after him and he hides behind Simpson who wants nothing to do with the two giants himself.
Simone: Hawkes is the biggest coward of them all.
Adams: He makes me look brave……wait……
Brooklyn quickly goes for a cover on Odette and this time Despayre beats Carly to the count 1….2…..kickout by Odette and Brooklyn goes for another cover 1…..2…..Odette reverses the cover with a roll-up! 1…..2……DJ Williams hops onto the ring apron stopping the count.
Simone: This is getting ridiculous.
Adams: Tell me about it!
DJ hops off the ring apron and gets a good telling off by Despayre for his troubles, whilst he is distracted however Carly punches Odette in the face sending her down.
Simone: Oh for the love off!
Adams: How is Odette supposed to win in these conditions?
Jessie hops back on the ring apron and she starts shouting some choice words in Carly’s direction catching her attention and Carly goes over to the young Bombshell and tries to punch her as well, Jessie blocks the punch and punches her back sending her to the ground.
Simone: That must have felt satisfying to her.
Adams: But Carly clearly doesn’t like it.
Carly goes to evict Jessie from the ringside area but Despayre overrides her by pointing out that she had it coming, whilst this is going on Brooklyn is covering Odette to no avail and eventually gets in the two refs faces once Jessie hops off the ring apron, whilst that is going on Sean Williams slides in trying to attack Odette, Casey sees him coming however and whilst Carly and Despayre argue he spins Sean around.
Simone: KISS OF DEATH!
Adams: Sean just got knocked into next week.
Casey leaves the ring taking Sean with him as the two refs where too busy arguing to take any notice off it, the rest of the Dream Chaserz try to point it out to the two refs but Jessie, who has clearly had enough of their constant interference at this point, slides in whilst the two refs are still arguing and gets a running start.
Simone: The Dream Chaserz may want to move right about…..
Adams: LOOK OUT BELLOW!
The rest of the Dream Chaserz spot Jessie too late as she takes them all out with a running, no hands suicide plancha getting a big pop from the crowd, for good measure she kicks Hawkes in the nuts before rejoining her NXT stable mates.
Adams: Oh come on! At least wait until his balls have dropped.
Simone: You have no idea how dirty that sounded, do you Jason?
The refs finally stop arguing and Brooklyn turns around intending to finish off Odette; however Odette has recovered by this point and levels Brooklyn with a massive Clothesline.
Simone: Brooklyn just got taken out.
Adams: And Odette’s going up high!
Odette has climbed the turnbuckle looking for one of her highflying moves, however she takes one look at Carly before hitting her with a hurricanrana sending the clearly biased ref to the floor, with that done she climbs the turnbuckles again……
Simone: OD Spiral!
Adams: Man it’s been a while since we’ve seen that!
Odette hooks Brooklyn’s legs 1…..2…..3!!!
Justin: The winner off the match Odette Ryder!
Odette doesn’t get a chance to celebrate however as the rest of the Dream Catcherz swarm the ring, before they can attack however a massive Romanian gets up on the ring apron.
Simone: Aleksei Koji! Apparently he wasn’t hurt as badly as we thought!
Adams: And there goes the Dream Catcherz!
The Dream Catcherz exit via the audience as NXT stands proud in the ring, the members of the Sins having already made their exit; they stare down their rivals as the show ends.
THANK YOU: To Chris, Mark, Erik, Prime Time, Aleksei, Craig, Goth, Necra, Argento, Sean Williams, Anthony King, Carly Athens, mystery person. Also to Carly Athens for the updated images, and to our roleplayers. You were great this week.