Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Reno Sparks Convention Center in Reno, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
"Say "No" To Twitter!"
"I'm Nick Jones's Gay Stalker!"
"Hey I Came For The Six-Man!"
"What's With the No-Shows?"
"Tweet This Asshole!"

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!"
"SCW!"
"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.

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Reno Sparks Convention Center in Reno, Nevada 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 struts out in a black lace halter top, mini skirt bottom and high heels with heavy makeup and a bee hive wig ala Marge Simpson. Amanda has her microphone up and the song begins.

Amanda: I didn't realize how dead this club would be
I don't make frequent trips out here to BFE
But you found my weakness:
Drinks for free
I hope nobody sees you leave this place with me
It's shameless but it's true
You're homely but I'll sleep with you

I live for truth and beauty but there's room for change
I'm faithful to myself but I could use some strange
And strange is precisely
The term for you
You'll be a two at ten but you're a ten at two
Congratulations, dude
You're homely but I'll sleep with you

You claim you stole my heart
There's a crime but it isn't theft
I guess tonight you're Mr. Right
'Cause everyone else has Left

I swear that I have
Never been a sellout for an easy score
Unless you count last weekend or the week before
I don't want beer goggles
Those still see
Instead I need a full tequilabotomy
And you should get one too
You're homely but I'll sleep with you

Is beauty just skin deep?
Well, your skin destroys that myth
How much Patron makes me think you're hot?
I'll have to plead the fifth

And now I finally
Understand why hookups all occur at night
It's easier to find a place devoid of light
Don't take it personal
When I ask
Would you please put on this Freddy Krueger mask?
It helps improve my view
You're homely but I'll sleep with you

F-U-fugly-G-L-fugly-Y
F-U-fugly-G-fugly oh my
F-U-fugly-G-L-fugly-Y
F-U-fugly-G-fugly oh my

The song comes to an end and Amanda 'curtsies' and blows kisses to the cheering crowd before she heads backstage and vanishes behind the curtains.

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

Adams: And I'm Jason Adams. It's great to be back home in the good ol' USA

Simone: It is, and tonight, we have six matches to mark our return stateside, including three title defenses.

Adams: Correct, as well as a match to advance to see just who will become Bombshell champion as Vista Kills takes on Amanda Cortez and Cassie Banton to see who will go through to the next round

Simone: Slow down Jason, we have a couple of matches before that

Adams: We do, how odd, the writer writing matches out of order for this commentary

Simone: Say what?

Adams: What..... now what do I get for saying what?

Simone: ugh. Kicking off tonight's show, we have the Bombshell tag team titles on the line as Bei Combattenti defend against Azz N Class

Adams: Blade Alexander is on the show tonight too, as he tries to get back to the top where he used to be, this week, he takes on Vaughn Andrews

Simone: Twisted booking from the bosses this week as Argento teams with the man he took the Roulette title from last week, Goth, to take on two men who do not get along and have beaten each other once apiece, in Blaque Hart Bruce Evans and Bo Dreamwolf in a roulette rules match

Adams: Right after that, our second title defense of the night as Carly Athens goes up against NXT's Vixen for the bombshell roulette championship

Simone: and in tonights main event, Nick Jones is here, defending his SCW Heavyweight title against the man who has earned a shot at the gold, that man is Prime Time Matthew Kennedy

Adams: Plus, we hear from award winners tonight, as well as an update on the status and health of SCW Tag Team Champion, Gabriel

Simone: Tonight is looking good.

Adams: It's gonna be a good, good night, so what the bloody hell are we waiting for, let's Scooby doobie, dooooooooo it!




Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Bombshell TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! Introducing the challengers first… Hailing from Queens, New York at a combined weight of 275 pounds, they are… 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 corssing turnbuckles to blow kisses to the fans.

Justin Decent: And the champions… With a combined weight of 245 pounds, they are Trish Newborn and Bianca Solderini… BEI COMBATTENTI!!!

Come Un Italiano by Mondo Marcio rings through the arena. Bianca Solderini and Trish Newborn enters on the stage, Bianca with a slow methodical walk and Trish Newborn walks out confident. Both women have the SCW Bombshell tag titles over their shoulders. Trish smirks at all the fans trying their best to get to her as she walks down the ramp, Bianca walking down at her side. Trish and Bianca climb different turnbuckles, lifting the titles above their heads before jumping down and looking over to Azz N Class.

Simone: This match is being called a rightful rematch between both teams affected by the indiscretions of Tattoo Godesses.

Adams: We will see how good the challengers really can be when they take on the Champions, two versus two.

Trish and Bianca hold onto their belts and discuss strategy while looking over at Torielle and Chanelle. Azz N Class talk strategy as well when out of nowhere, Trish and Bianca come rushing over at Chanelle and Torielle, pummeling Torielle outside of the ring, hammering away at Chanelle with the title belts. Just then, Jasmine St John rolls inside of the ring and spins Bianca around. She rips the belt out of her hand and then snatches the belt out of Trish’s hands. She gives them to Justin Decent and orders Trish to the outside of the ring. The audience boos at the actions of Bei Combattenti as Jasmine helps Chanelle to her feet. Torielle steps into the ring and helps Chanelle outside. Torielle holds her head but then straightens up and moves back to her corner. Jasmine looks to both competitors corners and then calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

VS
BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

At the sound of the bell, Torielle rushes at Bianca with a clothesline, which gets ducked. As Torielle spins around, Bianca delivers a boot to Torielle’s gut. She hooks on for a DDT, but Torielle wraps her arms around Bianca and rushes her into a neutral corner. She hits shoulder butt after shoulder butt to the co-champion until running backward. She measures Bianca up and then charges forward, jumping up onto the second rope, pausing there for a moment before wrapping her long legs around Bianca’s head, taking her down with a head scissors that puts Bianca in the middle of the ring. Torielle runs at the ropes and leaps up for a springboard moonsault, but Trish pulls down on the ropes, causing her to botch the move and fall on her back.

Simone: Call it a cheap maneuver, but Trish Newborn is protecting her championship and her partner.

Adams: She is cautious after what happened at Violent Conduct, where if it hadn’t been for the drug test, she wouldn’t be holding half of the Bombshell Tag Team Championships.

With Torielle down, Bianca slowly gets up to her feet. As Torielle attempts it, Bianca comes flying at her with a shining wizard. Torielle goes down, and Bianca lies down with a lateral press.

1!

2!

Chanelle comes in at the last possible second and drags Bianca off of Torielle. Chanelle hits a bitch slap on Bianca that sends her flying over to her own corner. Trish tags in goes for a failed clothesline on Chanelle, but she bounces off of the ropes, and as Torielle gets to her feet, Trish flies forward delivering a double clothesline. She stomps Chanelle all the way over to the ropes where she slides out. As Trish turns around, Chanelle trips her up and then trash talks her as she walks over to her corner. Torielle looks over at Bianca and then clotheslines her outside of the ring. She picks Trish up, but half way through lifting her, Trish tangles up with her and falls down into a small package pin. Jasmine drops down for the count

1!

2!

Torielle rolls over just a bit so that she is pinning Trish instead. Jasmine stays down and does the count.

1!

2!

Trish slips out of it and maneuvers around where she is between Torielle’s legs, pressing down. As Torielle struggles, Trish puts both feet up on the second rope. Jasmine doesn’t notice and goes for the count. Chanelle shouts out to let her know, but she doesn’t hear over all of the booing.

Adams: This match is a very competitive opener. It is nice to see what both teams can do with gold on the line.,/p>

Simone: I have to agree. Even though the name Azz N Class is only half right, they can handle themselves in the ring. I am surprised at the bit of technical prowess they are able to handle with Trish Newborn.

1!

2!

Chanelle gets inside of the ring, but Bianca heads her off. Just in the nick of time, Chanelle picks Trish’s legs off of the ropes and swings her around, tossing her into Bianca. Torielle stands up, and both ladies clothesline Bianca to the outside. They viciously stomp on Trish as Jasmine tries to get Chanelle to the outside. Chanelle refuses as she shouts about the cheating from Trish, but Jasmine isn’t having it. Both ladies start screaming at each other, prompting Torielle to come over and team up on Jasmine. All three ladies shout in what can barely be understood. Trish capitalizes on this by leaping off of the top ropes with a crossbody to all three! As they all go down, Trish tosses Torielle to the outside and then backs Chanelle to the ropes. She locks on the Ultimo Alito, her own variation of the Tarantula Choke hold. Chanelle screams out in pain, doing her best to escape the inescapable move.

Adams: Hey! That isn’t a legal move for a standard tag match. Rope break! Rope break!

Simone: I do believe that is the point, Jason. With Jasmine down, there is only one person to break it up, and Bianca is banging her head against the railing. For a while, I thought Azz N Class might have this, but this is a real game changer.

Chanelle tries her hardest not to concede, but she winds up tapping out. Trish grins wickedly as she refuses to let up with the hold. Chanelle begins shrieking and tapping rapidly until Jasmine gets up warily. She immediately sees what is going on and she shouts at Trish. Trish still refuses to let up. She counts on Jasmine doing a five count, but instead, Jasmine yanks on her arms, releasing the hold. Trish shoves Jasmine and then, as Chanelle is getting back inside of the ring slowly, Trish hits a spinning neck breaker. The audience boos loudly as Trish soaks it all in. She smiles and then drops down to her knees, hooking the leg. Jasmine reluctantly drops down for the count.

Adams: She isn’t even the legal person right now!

1!

2!

Chanelle kicks out. Trish pounds the mat in frustration. She stands up and stalks Chanelle who slowly gets up, clutching onto her back. Trish waits for the right time to strike with a kick to the gut. She kicks one leg over Chanelle’s exposed arm and falls down with the Californian Kiss. She rolls Chanelle over onto her back and then hooks the leg.

1!

2!

Torielle slides in under the bottom rope to break up the pin, but Bianca grabs onto Torielle’s leg as she fights to break free.

3!

Justin Decent: Your winners and STILL SCW Bombshell TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… BEI COMBATTENTI!!!

Simone: What a way to start off Climax Control! A successful defense by our Bombshell Tag Team Champs here tonight.

Adams: I love Bombshell matches, but this one just didn’t sit right with me, Belinda…

Trish gets up and yanks the belts from Jasmine. She rolls to the outside where Bianca takes her title. They hold the belts into the air as the audience boos. They work their way up the ramp as “King Of the World” by Porcelain Black plays. Torielle rolls inside of the ring to check on Chanelle before leaning over the ropes to taunt Bei Combattenti.




The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo’s explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. Hot Stuff is wearing a silver suit, with a light blue shirt. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. He jumps down and Justin Decent hands him a microphone as the music fades out.

HS: It's been no secret the past few weeks, I've been a pretty pissed off man - well that's putting it lightly. I've ben an extremely pissed off man. Why you ask? Well let's roll back to Japan shall we? For the first time in as long as I can remember, I lost a match, I admit, to two legends but I lost a match and I don't take losing very kindly. My mindset changed a little that night cause Hot N Sexy should have won that damn thing, we're Hot N Sexy for Gods sake, we don't lose, but for whatever reason, we lost. So I took it on the chin, I thought "Hey, I don't have to really wrestle anymore, I've give the fans a treat by just being here, I should go back to just running the company, it's fun, right...."

Hot Stuff shakes his head

HS: Wrong. Let's move on to the last week in SCW, the backstage moaning, crying, bitching, quitting, sulking. I thought I was dealing with a bunch of professionals, but nope, there's more moaning in the SCW locker room, than you'll find in a cheap porno. I've had to deal with more shit than a pig farmer in the last week, and I think it's changed me a bit, it's made me see that I'm dealing with a bunch of demanding babies, rather than adults.

Hot Stuff runs his hand along his chin

HS: Moan and bitch at me, moan and bitch about me, act like I'm nothing, but hey, last time I checked, Staff member of the year here, that all the moaners voted for.

The fans cheer

HS: So I must be doing something right, because I bust my arse to do what I do, and well, no one can do it like I can. The amount of jealousy of me is immense, but well, I will still doing what I do, because I'm doing it right and no bitter bastard is gonna tell me otherwise. Now you may think this is pointless rambling, but no. I've had nothing but bullshit the last couple of weeks, and this is the point, this right here, is where it changes.... see, not pointless rambling.

Hot Stuff pauses for a second

HS: I've had demands of title shots, of who to book, how to book, when to book, constantly for the last week, and here's where it stops. My name is Mark Ward and I own SCW with Christian Underwood, who the hell do people think they are trying to tell me what to do? Let me make this very clear for you social media warriors trying to use other sites to try and get what you want. It doesn't work that way, I decide what to do with your damn careers in SCW, not you, ME. You see when you sign that contract, you become under my control, I do not have to listen to your bullshit and demands. I don't have to dry your eyes when someone is mean to you, I don't have to make sure you blow your nose when you're crying. Now if you don't like that, there's a door backstage that says exit, here's what I want you to do. I want you to go ahead and walk through that door, and don't come back, hell, I won't even send the lawyers after you for breech of contract, just take a walk and don't come back.

A serious look crosses Hot Stuff's face.

HS: Once again, you're forcing me to show you all who runs this place, who owns this place, who is in charge, so SCW, you're now on a warning. I'm in charge, and I'm gonna prove it. I will be sweeping away the shit and dealing with the people who want to be dealt with professionally. Over the next few weeks, the face of SCW is gonna change, further proof of what I say, goes, so if I was you lot, I'd think very wisely about everything you say and do. A shit storm is coming people, and things will change in SCW. You play by my rules, or you get the fuck out it's simple.

Hot Stuff smirks.

HS: You see, I can and will do what I want around here, cause I'm the boss and you will not forget that little fact. SCW is moving forward and I will drag it in to a new era with my own two hands. You have been warned.

Hot Stuff drops the mic as Midnight Tornado blasts through the speakers. He looks around the crowd before climbing out of the ring and making his way to the back




The scene opens up backstage near Nick Jones’ locker room. Ms. Rocky Mountains is patiently waiting by the door. The door opens up and out walks Jordan Williams. Jordan sees Ms. Rocky Mountains and rolls his eyes.

RM: Jordan! Can I get a word with you?

Jordan sighs and says: I guess so.

RM: The weeks leading up to Violent Conduct, we saw you being more aggressive in the ring and at Violent Conduct, we saw you and Nick Jones working out your issues. What’s going on?

Jordan puts his hands on his hips and says: I don’t see how it’s any of your business, but if you must know, I’m just sick and tired and being the nice guy around here. People were wondering “when’s the old Jordan coming back?” “This new Jordan is boring!” I’ve tried to help some of the young guys around here and my words fall on deaf ears. When I was coming up through this business, if someone made a suggestion to me, I listen and took their advice to heart. I guess times change, because even the guys who aren’t that good, seem to think they’re doing okay and they don’t need my advice. So forget them. Even though Nick and I have had our differences in the past, it was all business and competition. It was all about that SCW Championship…ya know, nothing personal. We both understood that. We’ve always had a mutual respect for one another. Nick’s a misunderstood guy you know, he‘s actually a good guy and a hell of a wrestler. We both share our disdain for much of this roster, so once we smoothed over our differences with Hot Stuff as the moderator, we realized how much we’re alike. I surround myself with greatness and nothing less. Nick and Hot Stuff are the only ones in SCW that I consider a peer, so it makes sense. So, ftom here on out, I don’t care about helping out the young guys, I don’t care about making the fans happy. I’m only worried about me…myself…and I…just like it use to be. Now if you’ll excuse me, I got shit to do.

Jordan walks off as the scene fades out.




Blade Alexander and Vaughn Andrews are already in the ring awaiting the start of their match.

Justin Decent: Introducing first, from Columbus, Ohio… Vaughn Andrews!

Andrews acknowledges the cheers from the crowd.

Justin Decent: And his opponent, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada… Blade Alexander!

The crowd boos at the cocky Canadian.

DING! DING! DING!

VS VAUGHN ANDREWS
SINGLES MATCH

Alexander wastes no time running across the ring to smash Andrews in the corner with a knee to the mid-section. Alexander holds his opponent’s head down as he hits it with multiple knee strikes. He releases Andrews just before referee Drew Patton reaches his five count.

Simone: Blade Alexander is using his experience to gain an early edge against the rookie.

Andrews bursts out of the corner, swinging wildly at Alexander. Alexander ducks, grabbing the rookie by the back of his head, and brings him down with a neck breaker. Alexander is quickly back to his feet. He stalks Andrews who is a little bit slower to recover. As Andrews gets to his knees, Alexander grabs him in a front face lock and pulls him up to his feet. After another knee to Andrews’ upper body, Alexander whips him into the ropes and drops him to the mat with a drop toe hold. He quickly follows up by attempting to lock in an STF. Andrews quickly gets to the ropes causing the referee to separate the men.

Simone: Blade Alexander has been dominant so far, but don’t count Vaughn Andrews out just yet.

Alexander pulls Andrews back to his feet, but Andrews pushes Alexander away and hits him with a standing drop kick. Alexander stumbles backwards, falling through the ropes to the floor. Andrews waits inside of the ring as Alexander gets to his feet. When he does, Andrews launches himself over the top rope with a crossbody. Andrews gets back to his feet and works the crowd a bit to get them riled up.

Adams: The crowd loves this guy. I don’t get it.

Simone: The crowd loves you, too. Nobody gets that.

Andrews turns his attention back to Alexander who is just getting back to his feet. Andrews runs at Alexander, but has to duck a clothesline attempt. Andrews jumps onto the crowd barricade, coming off with a flying lariat to Alexander before rolling back into the ring. Alexander climbs into the ring but is met with a kick to the mid-section. Andrews follows with a chop and then a forearm that sends Alexander into the ropes. Andrews whips Alexander across the ring. Anticipating the rebound, Andrews jumps into the air, but Alexander holds onto the ropes. As Andrews lands, Alexander explodes with shoulder block to his knee. Andrews immediately grabs his knee as he rolls around on the mat.

Simone: A veteran move by the crafty Blade Alexander.

Alexander raises his arms into the air in a celebratory pose which elicits boos from the crowd.

Simone: Crafty doesn’t win over the crowd though.

Adams: Alexander doesn’t have to win over the crowd. He just needs to do what he does best, and that’s win.

Alexander starts focusing on Andrews’ knee with repeated stomps. Andrews rolls away, pulling himself up in the corner of the ring. Alexander hits Andrews with one, two, three chops back to back before lifting Andrews’ leg onto the second rope and kicking his knee. Andrews galls back to the mat holding his knee.

Simone: Blade Alexander is really working that knee.

Alexander pulls Andrews back to his feet and whips him across the ring. Alexander runs across the ring towards Andrews who moves out of the way sending Alexander into the ring post. Alexander rolls out of the ring to recollect himself. Andrews rolls out after Alexander and starts stalking him around the ring. Andrews gets a running start and hits Alexander with a flying forearm to the back of his head. Alexander swings with a wild elbow that connects to the side of his opponent’s head before trying to climb back into the ring. Andrews recovers quickly and grabs Alexander by his trunks, slamming him back down to the floor.

Simone: Neither man is able to keep momentum going.

Andrews hops up onto the ring apron. Alexander gets to his feet and turns around into a hurricanrana. Both men remain on the floor for a moment to recover before Alexander gets to his feet and slides into the ring. Unfortunately for him, Andrews is back to his feet at the same time and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Alexander turns around into a flying crossbody from the high flyer. Alexander uses Andrews’ momentum to roll through into a pin.

1…
2… Vaughn Andrews kicks out!

Simone: Blade Alexander almost won the match right there.

Alexander is back to his feet before Andrews can recover. Alexander lays a boot to Andrews’ head before pulling him up to his feet. Andrews is backed into the corner where Alexander lifts him into a sitting position on the top turnbuckle.

Adams: Look out for something big!

Alexander climbs the turnbuckle, pulling Andrews into a standing position on the top rope. Both men jostle for position to the top rope until Alexander lifts Andrews up and over with a superplex.

Adams: There’s your big move.

Simone: That may be the end for Vaughn Andrews.

Alexander stomps on Andrews’ knee before climbing up the top rope. Alexander flies off with an elbow drop to the knee of Vaughn Andrews. Andrews rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. Alexander gets back to his feet, holding his elbow. Andrews sweeps Alexander’s legs out from under him. Andrews hobbles while holding his knee. Alexander pulls himself up in the corner. Andrews runs towards Alexander and hits him with a running dropkick to the knee. Alexander stumbles out of the corner as Andrews grabs his knee again.

Simone: Vaughn Andrews is doing more damage to the knee with every high risk move he makes.

Andrews attempts to whip Alexander across the ring, but it’s reversed, sending Andrews across the ring. Alexander bends down to lift his opponent with a back body drop. Andrews stops and hits Alexander with an X-factor. Andrews climbs through the ropes to the ring apron. When Alexander gets to his feet, Andrews hops to the top rope and comes off with a hurricanrana. Alexander knocks Andrews to the mat and turns him over to lock in a Boston Crab. Andrews struggles momentarily before tapping out.

Justin Decent: The winner of the match… Blade Alexander!

Simone: Dominant win for Blade Alexander

Adams: This man is going back to the top, where he belongs. Nick Jones will need to look over his shoulder at is former rival as he makes ground on the champion




Backstage, the production crew scatter like little ants running to do their individual jobs in Sin City Wrestling. Footsteps creep; we soon only see feet move to destinations unknown until getting a glimpse of this person carrying a small box in their hands. Still, this mysterious being walks past the men’s locker room and now seems to be approaching the women’s lockers but stops, almost appearing like they are rethinking their idea until they push inside the wooden frame of the door. It is here; the camera notices the space for Alexis Morrison, along with her belongs; the person slides this small gift right into her bag. Suddenly, there’s a noise causing this person to make a dash out the room as fast as possible.

Dripping wet, SCW Bombshell Alexis Morrison appears out of the shower area looking, wearing nothing but a black towel and traces of wax earplugs inside her ears, she takes them out to explore. Curiosity causes Morrison to notice something had been shifted in her belongs and goes to investigate; she looks and sees the small present which Alexis cups in her grip. This brought forth a devilish smirk to the evil girl.

Alexis Morrison: What have we here? Someone’s tongue cut into pieces, perhaps? Maybe it’s Christian’s manhood after his husband caught him flirting around with Charlie while being a married man and wanted to grab my attention. I know not, but I shall open it later as right now I should get the smell of chili dogs off of me. This place reeks of such… good, wholesome fun and excitement.

These thoughts soon escapes the red-haired beauty, who inserts those plugs back into her ears before closing back the door, as she hums a little tune and heads back into the shower area like nothing had happen moments before. We hear the echoes of water hitting the surface hard as we head to a break.




Backstage, Ms Rocky Mountains is seen standing outside of a locker room titled “Tom Dudely”. She knocks on the door and waits for a response quietly. Inside of the room, a loud yelling sound is heard. Tom opens the door and scowls at Ms Rocky Mountains standing there. He holds his hands out to the side, as if waiting for her to say something. As she opens her mouth with the microphone raised to it, he shakes his head in disgust.

Tom: WHAT?! Do you think I don’t have anything better to do with my time but sit here and stare at a four-eyed skank who compensates for lack of looks by shoving her tits in everyone’s face? Get the hell out of here!

MRM: Well, the fans would like to know your feelings on…

Tom holds his hand up and laughs at the notion. He steps outside of the locker room and then takes a comfortable step backward. He removes his hand from her face and then rips the microphone out of her hand.

Tom: I couldn’t give two shits what “the fans would like to know…” Haven’t I made that clear enough to you asshats? I don’t need the fair-weather fans in my corner, and I certainly don’t care what they do or do not want to know about my thoughts or feelings. But, since I have your attention, I want to talk about a few things. Not because you want to know, but because I want to let a few things be known here tonight… And since I don’t have a match because those NXT cowards don’t like to fight real challengers, I have a spare minute.

Tom takes a deep breath and then turns toward the Ms. Rocky Mountains specifically. He takes a menacing step forward, getting right in her face.

Tom: Last week, that waste of space, Spike Staggs, came out to the ring and insulted each and every fan in attendance in Australia. He made fun of his stable mates, and he made a mockery of Sin City Wrestling. You idiots still want to cheer for him? Well I couldn’t take it. I wanted to push that painted up ass clown to the test, to see if he had the balls to fight me like a man. Well, as you all saw, he couldn’t do that. He had to wait until I was looking the other way, and assault me with a chair! If that doesn’t scream “P*SSY!” then I don’t know what does! You can go now tits…

He smiles sarcastically and waves Ms Rocky Mountains off. She opens her mouth to speak, but just throws her hands up in frustration and walks off. Tom waves to her for a second before the fake smile melts off of his face. He returns his glare back to the camera.

Tom: Some of you might have thought it was bad ass that he nearly broke my neck last week, and at least his idiot cohorts had enough sense to keep him from going to the jail, or else you might never pull your heads out of Spike’s ass long enough to see what is really going on! This week, I was supposed to get my revenge… the way a man handles his business… in the ring! James Shark, Cody Taylor and myself were supposed to humiliate them, but for some *air quotes* unknown reason *end air quotes* our match got cancelled. Awfully funny that after he gets assaulted on Twitter and doesn’t have the guts to respond, the match is no longer on?

Tom shrugs his shoulders as if it were the worlds greatest mystery. He rolls his eyes and then takes a step closer to the camera. His dark eyes are on fire as he stares into it silently for a moment, allowing the fans to boo as a half smile creeps across his face.

Tom: I don’t need team members to beat your ass, Spike. I don’t need weapons, or distractions, or cheap shots to defeat you.

As Tom began speaking, a slight shadow was seen moving behind him. As he continues to speak, the shadow slowly creeps up, black spikes seeming to rise from Tom’s right shoulder.

Tom: All I need is my body and my skills... I mean, look at me. I’ve never been in better shape in my entire career…

The spikes rise up just a bit higher to reveal Spike Staggs’ face sporting an almost demented smile as he sits there, listening. He nods his head, faking copping a feel on Tom.

Tom: I used to be like you, Spike, but then I became a World Champion, and I was able to successfully defend it more than once before losing it.

Spike nods his head and holds up three fingers as if to tell us how many times he defended it. He shrugs his shoulders and then sarcastically wipes at his eye.

Tom: So Spike… When ever you decide that you are ready to face me like a man. Whenever your balls drop, let me know and I will gladly show you how to properly humiliate someone…

Spike softly steps to the side and then grabs at his crotch. He looks a little confused as he fumbles around for a second. He holds up one finger and then fumbles around for a second longer, holding up a second finger. He converts it to a thumbs up and then taps Tom on the shoulder softly. As Tom turns around, his face turns to a bit of shock.

Spike: Hi…

Spike lunges forward with a barrage of punches on Tom, but Tom doesn’t hold back, throwing them right back at him. He grabs onto Spike’s black leather NXT jacket and then slams him into the wall, shoulder butting him three times before Spike spins him around and slams his head into the wall. Spike goes to repeat it, but Tom shoves him back. As Spike moves forward, Tom darts around the corner. When Spike comes around the corner, Tom slams a plate of lunch meat in his face. He cracks the plate over Spike’s head, shattering it and then trying to choke him with a piece of lunch meat. Spike reaches up to the table, trying to find something, when he pulls off a small crock pot. He smacks Tom with it and then flings the cheese sauce at Tom. Tom screams in agony before picking up the water cooler and chugging it at Spike. It explodes as both men slip to the ground grappling. They don’t get too far when security finally gets there. Three men each hold the men back, but Tom somehow wiggles free and spears them all to the ground, laughing as he punches Spike’s face a good three times before security wrestles him to the ground. Both men shout at each other, trying to wiggle free. The security team moves in and distances them. Spike sputters on the food clinging to his face, looking over at Tom and pointing.

Spike: Everything is better with cheese, Tom…

Spike’s angry face changes as he begins laughing maniacally. He breaks free from the security grip, but he just stands there, eyeballing the situation. He slowly slides a lead pipe down his sleeve and raises it up to swing at any security he could hit to make an opening for Tom when Vixen rushes over to him. She grabs onto his face and forces him to look at her. He takes a few deep breaths, and then nods, almost looking a little confused. He drops the pipe and Vixen leads him away as Tom can be heard screaming in the background, down the hallway.




As we come back to ringside, “I Stand Alone” by Godsmack is playing as Justin Decent is standing in the ring with Cassie Banton. The music fades out

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a part of the Bombshell Championship tournament. It will be contested under Triple Threat Rules. Introducing first, already in the ring… from Las Vegas, Nevada, standing at 5 feet 8 inches and weighing in at 135 pounds, she is… CASSIOPEIA BANTON!!!

The audience boos loudly as Cassie works it to draw energy from them. Justin Decent looks over to the entryway and raises the microphone to his lips once more.

Justin Decent: And the second competitor… Hailing from Los Angeles, California… Standing at 5 feet 3 inches and weighing in at 110 pounds, she is… AMANDA CORTEZ!!!

The song "Feuer frei" by Rammstein is played and Amanda comes to the stage, dressed in a really short and tattered jeans shorts, a belly free top and some really high heeled stripper sandals and the fans are cheering at her. She waves at them and blows kisses at them while she makes her way down to the ring. Then she slides into the ring, kicks her shoes out of the ring, jumps on the ropes in the corner, raises her arms in victory and blows kisses at the fans again.

Justin Decent: And the last competitor… Hailing from Colombo, Sri Lanka, standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing in at 130 pounds, she is… VISTA KILLS!!!

The arena goes pitch black as "Get Up " by Korn feat Skrillex hits the PA system. Swirling lights of red hue surround the audience before coming together at the top of the ramp 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. 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 eyeballing the competition. Referee Drew Patton stands in the center of the ring and watches the ladies for a moment before calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

VS VS CASSIE BANTON
BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT

Cassie immediately shuffles behind Amanda Cortez, locking her arms around her waist when Vista comes flying forward with a spinning heel kick that helps Cassie complete a German Suplex with added force. The audience boos as the tattooed beauty grips the back of her head, rolling around as Cassie drops down with a leg drop. Vista watches for an opening as it appears she is trying to team up with Cassie. Once Cassie lets go of the arm bar she had locked on after the leg drop, Vista charges at her with a standing drop kick that sends the second generation wrestler down to the ground. Vista does a mocking hair flip as she takes a few steps back. She watches both opponents stirring on the mat, but Amanda is the unlucky one who gets up first. Vista charges at her with a clothesline, but Amanda ducks it and holds onto Vista’s waist as they bounce off of the ropes. She rolls back with a Victory Roll, holding on tightly for the pin as Drew drops down.

Adams: Could this one be over already?!

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Simone: Stranger things HAVE happened here in Sin City Wrestling. It is possible, but think these bombshells have too much in them to let it quit so soon.

Vista kicks out just as Cassie is there to break it up anyway. Cassie picks Cortez up by her hair and then flings her forward with a snapmare. Just as she is about to plant a drop kick to the small of her back, Vista decides to repay Cassie for the “help” by leaping up onto her shoulders. She spins around, and Cassie steadies her for a powerbomb. Vista nails a hard fist to Cassie’s face, following it with an eye claw. She drops backward with a headscissor that connects hard. Vista stands up and does a Capoeira spinning leg drop. She drops down for the pin, but Amanda stops it from even happening, catching Vista off guard with a one handed bulldog. She looks to both downed opponents with a smile and then she climbs into the top rope. She measures it up and then turns around, connecting with a corkscrew leg drop to Vista, then she springs up and hits a rolling thunder on Cassie.

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Vista sweeps Amanda off of Cassie and then falls backward into a standard belly-to-back suplex. She releases it, sending flying into the ropes, folding up. She gets up and walks around, soaking in the chorus of boos like none other. Once she is satisfied with the strength, she picks Cassie up and sends her into the ropes. As Cassie rebounds, Vista leaps up, but Cassie catches her by surprise with a tilt-a-whirl, trying to convert it into a slam, but the squirrely Vista doesn’t let it land and goes around once more, trying to take her down with a head scissors, but Cassie refuses to go down.

Simone: I am getting dizzy with this one… Will it ever end or will they just keep going around?

Adams: This reminds me of the time at the fairgrounds a few months back where I ate a few too much cotton candy and corndogs and…

Simone: … and you left it on the ride. I think the entire SCW roster and staff remembers that one… No need to continue.

After the immovable object meets the unstoppable force, having repeated the ongoing reversal three times now, the wildcard factor finally kicks in when Amanda Cortez sweeps Cassie off of her feet, falling back hard with Vista on top for the lateral press.

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Amanda doesn’t stand by and let it go any further as she drags Vista off by the hair. Amanda jumps back a few paces and then flips forward, wrapping her legs around Vista’s neck, coming up for a Hurricanrana, but Vista won’t allow it as she drops down into a sitting powerbomb position.

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Amanda crushes her knees against Vista’s head and then rolls backward. She bounces off of the ropes and delivers a dropkick to Vista’s head, sending her backward. Amanda flips backward, bouncing off of the ropes in a springboard fashion. She uses the momentum to propel herself forward with a Senton Splash. As Cassie gets up, Amanda catches her with an Enziguri that nearly takes her head off. Amanda looks over to the incapacitated Vista and then she covers Cassie.

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Cassie uses her ring awareness to drape her foot over the bottom rope. As Drew’s hand is about to slap the mat for the third count, he spots the foot and stops. He points to the foot and then Amanda gets up, frustrated, and she drags Cassie toward the center of the ring. She is about to hook the leg when Vista suddenly appears behind her. Using some reserved strength, she hooks her arms around Amanda’s head and drops down for a neck breaker. The cheering audience soon surrenders to booing as Vista climbs the ropes. She wastes no time leaping off with a cockscrew moonsault that crashes down on both of her opponents. She scoffs at them, spitting on the ground next to them before draping herself over both opponents. Drew drops down for another count.

Adams: This move looks awfully familiar. Didn’t we see Necra do this last week?

Simone: It looks like Vista Kills wants to do it in style. These ladies want to show off for the bosses to prove why they belong in the running for the Bombshell Championship.

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Amanda gets a leg up, breaking up the double pin. She rolls out from under, pulling Vista off by the feet. Cassie crawls to the corner where she pulls herself up slowly, shaking out the cobwebs. Amanda backs Vista into the corner, hammering her with a barrage of punches and kicks. Cassie tries to get over to them, wielding… a pair of diamond encrusted brass knuckles! Drew spots them immediately and then fights with Cassie to get them off. As Amanda turns Vista around, punching her once more, Vista sees the distraction and lets loose a purple mist to Amanda’s eyes. Amanda screams in pain as she drops down, rubbing wildly at her eyes. Drew tosses the brass knuckles to the outside of the ring and turns around to see running over to Cassie, leveling her with a clothesline from hell. She rebounds off of the ropes and then dashes over to the opposing ropes. She jumps up onto the top rope, steadying herself for Metal Kisses. As she is coming down, her foot gets caught in the ropes and she falls, her head colliding hard with the mat. She lies there motionless as Drew Patton runs over to check on her.

Simone: Oh my… god… That can’t be good! I heard her head collide with the mat all the way over here!

Adams: Is that blood? This is serious. Drew Patton is calling for medical attention immediately.

Cassie slowly gets up, seeing the medics rush to the ring, and she is confused. She turns to look for Amanda, only to quickly get hit with the #1 Stunner! Amanda watches them file in and then quickly drops down for the cover.

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The audience is silenced by this, as are the fellow competitors in the ring. They lift Vista onto a gurney with a neck brace strapped on. Several medics attend to her. Amanda looks down with a bit of concern at the amount of blood on the mat. After a moment of silence, Justin Decent steps into the ring, raising the microphone to his lips.

Justin Decent: Your winner advancing to the finals of the Bombshell Championship Tournament… AMANDA CORTEZ!!!

Adams: The audience is cheering, but not as loudly as they normally would. There is a lot of concern about Vista Kills and her condition.

Simone: I have to agree there, Jason. We hope to bring you good news on this matter later on. It looks bad, folks…

Amanda celebrates a bit in the ring, but exits soon after as Vista and the medics disappear behind the curtains.




The lights within the building slowly begin to darken, with nobody inside having been warned.

Simone: Okay what the hell is going on now? Haven't we had enough surprises?

Adams: Oh sweet! Ghost stories! Who wants S'Mores?

The lights finally fade completely, leaving the arena in a state of perpetual darkness. That is until the SCW-Tron above the entrance stage flashes to life, showing a barren graveyard of nothing but dismembered skeletons.

Voice: "Without pain, there would be no suffering. Without suffering, we would never learn from over mistakes. To make it right, pain and suffering is the key to all windows. Without it, there is no way of life."

A boot steps into the screen and crushes a skull beneath it.

The screen goes dark, and the lights in the building come on once again, leaving everyone in confusion.

Simone: What in hell was that?




"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" The arena erupts into boos as SCW Heavyweight Champion Nick Jones walks out into the arena, dressed in a suit and with a huge smile across his face. Nick walks out to the top of the ramp and then opens up his suit jacket, looking down and putting on a fake expression of shock as he looks down and reveals that his waist does not have his title belt around it. Nick then puts one finger up and turns towards the back and waves his hand. A moment later Nick's girlfriend, Diana Roberts, walks out holding Nick's championship belt in her hands. He waits until she joins him at the top of the ramp, takes her by the arm and starts to walk down. After only a couple of steps though, Nick quickly comes to another stop and starts to think.

Simone: Oh geez, what is this putz doing now?

Adams: It looks like he's thinking, what's wrong with that?

Simone: Nothing, although I'm sure you wouldn't understand, for most of us it doesn't need to take this much time or effort.

After a few more moments of hesitation, Nick once again turns towards the back and waves both of his hands with even greater emphasis. The boos get only louder as the waving brings along the entirety of Nick's entourage, as one by one, walking through the curtain is each of Tony, Big B, Jimmy and Max, and each one of them is carrying with them, a trophy for an SCW Year-End Award. Upon seeing their arrival, the smile on Nick's face only grows.

Simone: To think, I thought we got off easy by not having Nick around last week to talk about these award wins.

Adams: Can't a guy be proud of his accomplishments?

Nick and Diana wait as the members of his entourage come up right behind them, and then all six proceed to make their way down the ramp. As they hit the bottom of the ramp, Nick goes straight up the steps and across the apron, waiting for a moment as he raises his arms towards the crowd, drawing more boos. Nick then sits down on the middle rope and holds it open, just as Diana comes up the steps and onto the apron, climbing into the ring. Nick then looks to the members of his entourage who are all currently waiting at ringside, as per usual, but in this instance, waves them on. All four make their way up the ramp and climb into the ring as Nick continues to hold the ropes open for them. One by one they climb in, with Jimmy then Max then Big B climbing in, with Tony being the last one and walking across the apron towards Nick and simply shaking his head. Nick laughs and gets up from off of the ropes, no longer holding them open, before Tony then climbs in on his own. Nick then climbs into the ring behind them all and grabs a microphone from Justin Decent, who then leaves to the floor. Nick waits for his music to be cut and the crowd to quiet down before beginning to speak.

Nick: So, did you all miss me last week?

The crowd responds with a loud set of boos as Nick simply laughs in response to that.

Nick: Ah, music to my ears. I'll go ahead and take that as a "yes". After all, it seems I am the man you all truly love to hate. Which of course, brings us to the most important topic that I unfortunately wasn't here to address last week, thanks to a certain individual.

Nick glares over at Big B before continuing.

Nick: That would be, my complete domination of SCW's Year End Awards!

The crowd boos again as Nick now walks over to the four men of his entourage, who all are standing in a row, holding the award trophies in their hands at about chest height. Nick walks over to the first in the line first, which is his agent Jimmy.

Nick: Let us start with the point I was just making. The truth is, you all try to act like you don't want me around, but the reality of the situation is, you can't get enough of me. Feuds cannot exist if you love everyone in the company. You need some guys around here to hate and nobody does a better job of giving you that than me. You all love to hate me and because of that, I take great honor in starting off with this award here, as SCW's Most Hated Man of the Year. Come on, let's hear it for me folks!

Nick raises his arms, of course drawing more boos from the crowd in the process.

Nick: Man you guys are easy. Moving on...

Nick takes a step over, walking over to his accountant, Max.

Nick: Of course, that's not all. I've got a lot more going for me than just being hated. After all, there is a reason why you all hate me so much. If I was a dick, but just sucked ass, you wouldn't hate me, you would just not even give a crap about me. It's the fact that you want me to fail, and yet I succeed over and over and over again, that makes you all so angry. So let's take a look at the first award I received for my success and that is...

Nick looks at the award in Max's hand and gets a look of confusion on his face. He leans in and takes a closer look at it, scratching his head before standing back up and raising the microphone back to his mouth.

Nick: Best RPer? What the hell is RPer? Whatever, it doesn't matter... that just proves my point, I'm so good at everything I do, that I'm the best at shit that I didn't even know what it is! So, moving on to the two most important awards this company could possibly give to anyone.

Nick takes a step over to his cousin, Big B.

Nick: Now despite the man who is holding this award for me, I can assure you it's not the award for SCW's Idiot of the Year.

A little laughter can be heard from the crowd, despite their hatred for Nick, as Big B simply looks confused.

Nick: No, no... this award right here is to identify who is truly the best of the only group that matters in SCW, or anywhere in wrestling for that matter...

Simone: He has got to be kidding. What a pig!

Adams: Come on, you don't even know what he's going to say.

Nick: That's right, what you currently see before you is the third of my awards, which crowns me as SCW's MAN of the Year. That's right, I wasn't even here yet when SCW first opened it's doors, but what difference does that make? I wasn't given the first crack at the SCW Heavyweight Championship that just about everyone else in this company receiver, but that didn't matter either. I showed up on the scene, I got my shot and I have dominated every single so-called "man" this company has had in that time and proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am the absolute best of them all.

Nick walks past Big B and over to the last man in the line, Nick's hired muscle, Tony.

Nick: And last, but most certainly not least. Credit to the SCW where it's due, they certainly try like hell to make these broads think they actually matter for more than just eye candy. And it's cute that some of them actually think that's true.

Simone: Can I just go up there and smack him across the face?

Nick: So they made another award, designed to completely impartial to anyone, but simply identify the SCW's single best wrestler of the year. Well, who else could possibly be the victor? The man who has beaten everyone put in front of him, the man who holds the record for SCW's longest title reign, the man who is now a TWO-TIME champion of the SCW's most prestigious championship. If you haven't figured it out, the winner is of course yours truly, the SCW Wrestler of the Year, Nick Jones!

Nick smiles as he draws more boos from the crowd, while also walking away from Nick and back over towards Diana, taking the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt from her hands as he gets to her.

Nick: And just in case any of you forgot, there's one more important thing that I currently possess.

Nick then takes the title belt by both hands, raising it high above his heads as the fans keep booing. Nick then lowers the title and throws it over his shoulder.

Nick: But enough about me. Over the past few weeks, there's been some questions that I have to keep hearing over and over again, that it is time to finally put to bed. I keep getting asked about Spike Staggs, I keep getting asked about our lovely owner, and SCW's Staff of the Year winner, my good friend "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward, and a little event that involved the three of us and another successful championship defense by yours truly. Well frankly, I'm not sure what people want me to say about it all. The facts are the facts. I walked in as champion, I won by disqualification and I walked out as champion. The referee tried to screw me out of my much-deserved victory, and the company's owner would have none of it, and made sure the correct call was made. The video evidence was there, and long before anything happened to Spike Staggs, I was viciously attacked on the outside of the ring by outside interference!

Simone: What is he talking about? His own cousin accidentally fell into him!

Adams: Yeah, but it did look like it kind of hurt.

Nick: That should teach Spike, and the rest of those underhanded fools out there, if you want to be a champion, you have to play by the rules.

Adams: That's some sound advice.

Simone: HA!

Nick: Of course, I think it's pretty apparent that Spike knew he couldn't win if he did that. After all, after being oh so proud of his silly little NeWA title, he went and lost that thing to some chump right after losing his shot against me. Every now and then luck might give a guy a break, but in the end, luck will only get you so far, Spikey. It wasn't enough for you to beat me, and it wasn't enough for you to keep that title, as big of a joke as it may be.

Simone: I'm sure Nick's opinion about that title has nothing to do with the fact that it's not his title, or that Spike was given the shot at it over him all of those months back.

Nick: That same reality will be proven true again tonight, where one of SCW's second rate wrestlers, who calls himself "Prime Time", tries to get his shot at my belt. Well Kennedy, take everything I just said to Spike, and apply it to yourself as well. There's no roulette wheel here to try to save your ass from a beating, it's just going to be me and you in that ring. The man who couldn't hold a second rate title against the SCW's Most Hated Man, Man of the Year and Wrestler of the year, and oh, that's right... the SCW Heavyweight Champion. People always want to talk about how cocky I am, and I've said it a million times before and now it's been proven beyond a doubt... it ain't bragging if you back it up, because buddy, I'm not cocky... I'm just the best.

With that, Nick drops the microphone in the middle of the ring and then raises the title belt high above his head as "Cocky" starts to blast through the arena once again. A moment later, all at the same time, the four men of Nick's entourage all raise up the SCW award trophies as well, drawing even more boos. Nick, Diana and the Entourage then all eventually climb out of the ring, heading up the ramp towards the back.

Simone: As if things weren't bad enough before Nick won those awards.

Adams: I really don't see the problem.

Simone: Of course you don't, but then again, you were Big B's strongest competition for that award Nick referred to.

Adams: Big B won an award? What award?

Simone: Oh, forget it.

As the group of the six all get to the top of the ramp, they once again turn back around, raising their items high in the air once again before eventually turning and walking through the back curtain as the scene cuts away.




Bo Dreamwolf is standing backstage with Miss Rocky Mountains, right in front of the special SCW Roulette Wheel.

Miss Rocky: Fans, we are here with Bo Dreamwolf, who is about to step into the ring in a tag team match, partnered with all people, his rival Blaque Hart Bruce Evans as his tag team partner. Their opponents? Current Roulette Champion Argento and the man he beat for the title, Goth. Bo, is the fact you're teaming with a rival going to affect your game plan going into this match?

Bo: Well see, that's the thing. When you're in a match that has the roulette divisional rules going for it, you really can't have much of a solid game plan going in. I mean, you don't know what style of match it's going to be, or what rules will be laid down, so how can you prepare for the unknown? All you can do is go in there with an idea of what you want to accomplish, and be ready to change plans at a moment's notice.

Miss Rocky: But to have a man like Blaque Hart Bruce Evans watching your back...

Bo: I don't see him as the type who would watch my back. Stab it, perhaps, but not watch it. The only thing I can actually count on him for is his desire to win. That might be the only thing to keep him from doing anything to me -- at least during the match.

Miss Rocky: One can only hope! Now let's see what type of match this tag team encounter is going to be.

Miss Rocky steps aside and Bo walks up to the roulette wheel and gives it a hard spin. The camera focuses on the wheel as it spins around and around until it finally starts to slow down and it stops on...

Miss Rocky: Anything Goes!

Bo stares at the wheel and shakes his head.

Bo: Great.

And he turns and walks off camera.




Justin: The following contest is the Anything Goes tag team match and it is scheduled for one fall!

The crowd applauds.

Justin: Introducing first! From Calgary, Alberta Canada, weighing 235 pounds ... Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!

"Oh Canada" blasts out of the speaker system and the arrogant Canadian, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans appears at the top of the ramp. The Japanese fans politely applaud Blaque Hart as he looks around at them. Blaque Hart walks down the ramp, rolling his eyes at the non heat he's getting and steps up the ramp and in to the ring.

Simone: This guy has to be happy about the results of the wheel. He claims these types of matches are his specialty and now he'll have the chance to prove it.

Adams: Yeah but he wanted to prove it with Bo Dreamwolf as his opponent, not his partner.

Simone: Well ... tough.

Justin: His partner is from Tahlequah, Oklahoma, weighing 217 pounds ... Bo Dreamwolf!

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

Bo drops down to the mat and turns around and Blaque Hart is right in his face. The two men immediately start to argue and Evans shoves Bo, only to have Bo answer right back with a shove of his own. This prompts referee Drew Patton to intervene quickly and separate them.

Adams: Oh yeah! This is going to be pretty!

Justin: Their opponents! First to be accompanied by Sapphira! He originally hails from Utrecht in the Netherlands, but now resides in New York, New York, weighing 239 pounds ... Goth!

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

Adams: This is going to be cool! Blaque Hart thinks Anything Goes is his specialty, but with a man as deranged as Goth opposing him?

Simone: Yes, Blaque Hart just may have met his equal!

Justin: Goth's partner is the current Sin City Wresting Roulette Champion! Originally born in Venice, Italy, he now resides in Orlando, Florida, weighing 270 pounds ... the Silver Fox ... Argento!

Break the Silence by Killswitch Engage plays and Argento comes to the ramp. He looks around the crowd and then he raises an arm, and part of the crowd that respects and cheers for Argento does the same. Argento comes to the ring and enters it, and makes the same pose and holds his roulette title belt high over his head to the approval of the fans. Argento then hops down and Goth pulls the belt from his grasp and throws it down to the floor, outside of the ring!

Simone: That is disrespectful! Not only to the champion but the very championship itself!

Adams: This is Goth we're talking about, remember?

VS
TAG TEAM ROULETTE RULES MATCH

Argento shoves Goth back and stomps up to him and Goth decks his own partner with a right straight to the jaw!

Simone: Come on! These two are supposed to be partners!

Adams: I don't think they care!

Simone: well how can they have a hope of winning this match if they're fighting one another?

Suddenly Blaque Hart shoves his own partner down an charges across the ring and jumps, clotheslining both Goth as well as Argento!

Adams: Well I think Blaque Hart just took care of that for them.

Argento rolls out of the ring and Blaque Hart goes out after him as Bo goes right to work against Goth who is still inside of the ring.

Evans grabs two handfuls of Argento's hair and slams his head straight down into the ring steps with a resounding 'clang' of flesh meeting steel! He then grabs the Roulette champion by the arm and whips him straight into the barricade that separates the wrestlers from the fans. Argento arches his back in pain, and Blaque Hart slams a forearm down into his back, then grabs him around the waist and shoves him back against the apron of the ring.

Simone: Even in a match with no rules, Blaque Hart is showing great strategy as he's seeking to take out the bigger man's back.

Inside the ring, Bo Irish whips Goth into the ropes and catches him with a spinning bulldog that plants him face-first into the mat. Instead of going for an early cover, Bo quickly grabs Goth by the legs and falls back in a slingshot, but Dreamwolf holds on and rolls backwards, turning him over into a Boston crab.

Simone: Nice! That was a crafty and innovative maneuver right there!

Adams: But this is Anything Goes! I don't know how successful Bo is going to be trying to actually wrestle a scientific match where there are no rules!

Simone: I have a feeling he's going to at least try for as long as he can.

Drew is trying to see if Goth wants to yield the match but Goth refuses, and the deranged former champion reaches up and grabs a fist full of Bo's long hair and tears him off of the hold! Goth is a wild man, holding Bo by the hair with one hand and he just starts slamming fist after fist into his face while the referee is powerless to do anything to stop him!

Argento sinks slowly to his knees on the outside and Blaque Hart starts to fish under the ring for something to play with, and he comes up holding a steel chair!

Adams: Oh here we go!

Bruce Evans turns around with the chair, ready to make use of it, but Argento lashes out with his big boot, doubling Blaque Hart over. Argento then yanks the chair from Evans's hands and he throws the chair down hard at Bruce's back, sending the man down to the floor! Argento grabs him by the hair and drags him up to his feet. The current Roulette Champion then hauls him up in body slam position but instead drops him down over the barricade in a makeshift gut buster!

Adams: Any more shots like that and we'll be seeing what Blaque Hart ate at the pre-show buffet!

Simone: That is disgusting! Accurate, but disgusting!

Goth grabs two handfuls of Bo's hair and drags him over on the mat and towards the ropes. he then starts to wind Bo's braids around the bottom rope...

Simone: Is he doing what I think he's doing!?

Adams: He's tying Bo's hair to the ropes!? Who knew Goth was into S&M?

Goth ties the knot and laughs with a sick smile before rolling out of the ring and stalks the ringside floor. His escort and valet, Sapphira, skips up with a twisted glee and she starts using her nails to gouge away at Bo's eyes, helping Goth in his efforts against the young Native American!

Simone: And with this being Anything Goes, Drew can't do anything to stop her!

Goth grabs a power cable and drags it over to his opponent and Sapphira scurries away as Goth wraps the cord around Bo's throat and chokes him out with it!

The much larger Argento scoops Blaque Hart up and body slams him down onto the floor!

Adams: What impact! It looked like Blaque Hart bounced from that!

Argento then grabs at the mats covering the ringside floor and he starts to tear them up, revealing the hard floor beneath.

Simone: Oh now what is he going to do?

Adams: He's going to show why he's the top man in the Roulette division, that's what.

Argento then drags Blaque Hart over and sets his head between his knees. He goes for an attempted piledriver but Bruce blocks it and counters by showing some strength and sending the champion up and over with a backdrop onto the hard floor! Blaque Hart holds his back and looks down at Argento with disdain before he sees the situation across the ring. Blaque Hart then runs over and goes to intervene when a smiling Sapphira gets in his way and just stands there with a smirk on her face. Bruce goes to step around her but each time the demented diva steps aside too, blocking him. Sapphira then screams out loud without provocation in Blaque Hart's face!

Simone: This chick is nuts!

Fed up, Blaque Hart suddenly grabs Sapphira by the waist and lifts the screaming wild woman up ... and sets her down behind him!

Adams: He didn't hit her? Give her a toss?

Simone: I don't think even Blaque Hart would stoop so low as to strike a woman.

Blaque Hart then runs over and grabs Goth around the throat from behind and pries him off of Bo!

Adams: Did he just save Bo Dreamwolf, a man he hates?

Simone: I think it's more like he saved his chances of winning this match!

Goth fights Blaque Hart off and spins around and the two men start swinging!

Bo finally disentangles himself both from the power cord as well as having his hair tied around the ring ropes. he slowly stands up as Argento slips an arm under the ring and pulls out a Singapore cane. Argento starts to stand up and Bo uses the top rope to springboard over and he crashes down into the roulette champion! Bo gets the weapon out of Argento's hand and tosses it to the floor.

Adams: Are you crazy!? Use it! Use it!

Bo grabs Argento and pulls him to his feet from behind, then lifts him up and over with a bridging German suplex!

Simone: On the floor!

Bo then opts to go around to give his "partner" a hand -- just as Goth reverses an Irish whip and he sends Blaque Hart crashing into Bo, knocking both men to the floor! Goth grabs the first man he reaches, Dreamwolf, and drags him up with a fistful of hair. Argento is slowly back on his own feet and he picks up the fallen Singapore cane. Argento storms over to the melee on the other side of the ring and he goes to swing the cane into Bo's back but Bo moves and the cane comes right down across Goth's forehead!

Adams: His own partner! He hit his own partner!

Goth falls back against the ring apron, hurt but still alert! he reaches up and touches his head and his palm comes back covered in blood!

Simone: He's bleeding! Argento busted his own partner open!

Blaque Hart is up and he spears Argento from behind and Goth lashes out, kicking Argento right between the legs! The champion doubles over and Goth hits the Chaos DDT right onto the floor!

Simone: What the hell!? His own partner!

Adams: I don't think Goth is the 'forgive and forget' type!

Goth gets up and storms off, abandoning his partner!

Simone: Where the hell is he going!?

Bo crawls over to Argento and goes to make the cover...

1.....
2..... Blaque Hart delivers a kick to Bo's head, knocking him off of their respective opponent!

Simone: Et teu Judice?

Adams: No, that's Blaque Hart. His hair is just a shade lighter I think.

Blaque Hart then grabs Argento and hits the Blaque Out onto Argento, right on the floor! Evans covers Argento, hooking the leg!

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

The crowd boos as a smiling Blaque Hart stands up, his arms held out to the side in self presentation.

Justin: The winners of the match ... Blaque Hart Bruce Evans and Bo Dreamwolf!

Goth sneers as he slowly backs up the rampway, his eyes glaring down toward the ring as Sapphira remains close to his side. Blaque Hart looks down at Argento and Dreamwolf who is holding his head in pain from the kick his own partner delivered. Blaque Hart steps onto Bo, and over him, making to leave himself with a cocky stride to his walk.

Simone: Whatever comes of this match, Blaque Hart versus Dreamwolf ... Goth versus Argento ... someone is going to have Hell to pay!




Casey Williams is backstage in between matches during Climax Control in Reno, Nevada. He sees his stable mate, Jessie Salco walking his way with an excited look on her face.

Jessie:”Casey, did you see who made the NeWA rankings for October? Didja didja didja?”

Casey looks annoyed, not at Jessie’s question, but because of what his response is going to be.

Casey: "Of course I did, congrats on being ranked 9th on the Womans title rankings. Not only are you on it, I am too, and I told Hot Stuff Mark Ward that I was done with NeWA competition, but obviously he doesn’t listen. Aleksei and I are ranked 6th on the tag team title rankings. Looks like I am going to talk to him again.”

Casey pauses and lets Jessie speak once again.

Jessie:”Hey, you may not have won the tag team titles from Sinful Obsession back at Violent Conduct, but to be recognized for your accomplishments as a tag team competitor is good too. I am honored to be in the same rankings as Vixen and Odette, who we know have done nothing but kick ass here in SCW, and seeing almost every member of NXT listed on the rankings is a good thing, despite no true direction of the stable.”

As Jessie says this, Casey relaxes before Jessie speaks again.

Jessie:”Also, Casey, congrats on being named SCW’s Most Improved Wrestler of the Year.. It seems that Mark and Christian took notice, even if they don‘t always listen to you”

Casey turns beat red at the mention of the award he won.

Casey: “Thanks Jessie. It feels good knowing that they notice how much I have improved, not only in the ring, but with my mic work, which has been my weakness.”

Jessie:"Yeah, who knows maybe this time next year I'll be up for an award but I guess for now I'll focus on trying to win a damn title, speak to ya later."

Jessie walks off as the scene fades.




Alexis Morrison can be seen alone, somewhere in the deepest of deep places of the arena where she can be alone. Meditating as she suddenly gets disturbed by a presence.

Alexis: Who is this?

The figure walks over to her as he places a box in front of her, she looks at the staff member that walks away as she slowly grabs it.

Alexis: I wonder what this is, it better be no..... joke....

As she opens it, she sees a doll with a stake through it's heart. On the stake you see a note, she grabs it as she tries to read it.

Alexis: Your journey has made me open up my heart.....

Alexis looks at the doll as the shot slowly fades to darkness.




“GET READY FOR THE SMACKDOWN!”

“Smackdown” by Thousand Foot Krutch hits the speakers and the crowd cheers as the reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion Vixen makes her way out, she’s not alone however as Jessie and Jake Salco make their way out with her.

Justin: The following contest is for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship, introducing first, representing the New Xtremes, from Ottawa, Ontario Canada, she is the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Vixen!

The three of them make their way down to the ringside area where Vixen and Jessie exchange some words apparently discussing strategy, Jessie nods before joining Belinda and Jason at ringside whilst Jake takes up a spot nearby and Vixen enters the ring.

Salco: Hey guys, what’s up?

Simone: Not much, so you decided to join Vixen out here huh?

Salco: Well actually she asked me and Jake to accompany her in case the Dream Catcherz try anything.

Adams: Let’s hope this ends better for you than the last time you called a Carly Athens match.

Salco: Yeah……do me a favor and don’t remind me.

Whilst that is going on "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 boos.

Justin: Introducing the challenger, Lafayette, Louisiana, Carly Athens!

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 before she starts talking trash with Vixen who doesn’t exactly back down from the challenger.

Adams: This is bound to be a hard fought match.

Salco: Yeah as much as I don’t like that bi…..

Simone: Keep it clean Jessie.

Salco: Oh, sorry, as much as I don’t like Carly she won’t go down without a fight.

Simone: We don’t even know the match stipulations!

As soon as Belinda points that out Ms. Rocky Mountains appears on the Titenton next to the Roulette Championship Wheel.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: All right girls, it’s time to decide the match type!

Rocky spins the wheel and Vixen and Carly watch intently, for a few minutes it looks like it’s going to stop on Bra and Panties match.

Adams: YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!

Salco: Since when was Daniel Bryan one of SCW’s commentators?

However much to the relief of Vixen and Carly (and Jason’s disappointment) it doesn’t stop on Bra and Panties, instead it stops on Tables, Ladders and Chairs!

Salco: Oh this is going to be good!

Adams: I would’ve preferred Bra and Panties.

Simone: Yeah, you would’ve.

Vixen hands over the Roulette Title to Drew so that the belt can be hung up above the ring, whilst that is going on Carly is hard at work getting a bunch of tables, ladders and chairs out from under the ring before throwing them into the ring and entering the ring with a chair in hand, Vixen sees her coming however and dropkicks the chair into Carly’s face before Drew signals for the bell.

VS
BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH

Salco: YES! YES! BUST THAT BITCH OPEN!

Adams: Jessie, your scaring me.

Salco: Just wait until you see me in a moshpit!

Simone: Moving right along.

The dropkick sends the chair flying and Vixen continues the assault firing punches at Carly’s head, a close-up reveals that she has been busted open already but whether or not she was busted open but whether or not it was by the dropkick or the punches is unclear, Vixen stops the assault momentarily to grab the ladder Carly threw into the ring.

Adams: Looks like Vixen’s ending it early.

Salco: I hope not, Carly hasn’t suffered enough, besides aren’t you used to finishing early around women Jason?

Simone: Jason’s going to need some ice for that burn.

Vixen sets up the ladder but Carly’s on her feet and is attacking Vixen before she can even think about climbing the ladder and snap suplexes her onto the chair.

Adams: OH, that’s going to hurt tomorrow!

Simone: Carly’s in a prime position to win the title!

Salco: Come on Vixen; don’t let her beat you like that!

Carly sets up a nearby table before she starts climbing the ladder, however Vixen soon joins her and starts brawling with Carly on the way up, the brawl continues until the two women reach the top off the ladder, however Carly takes the advantage and slams Vixen’s head into the ladder, she grabs the title and leaps off the ladder before kicking it away.

Simone: Well……that’s unique.

Salco: And fucking stupid, did she forget she set up a table before climbing the ladder? And that’s not taking into account the distance she’d fall.

Adams: She’s got a point!

Carly tries her hardest to untangle the title whilst Vixen is getting to her feet on the ladder, Vixen spots that Carly’s back is facing the table she set up and Carly mouths “you wouldn’t” to her.

Salco: She’s competing for her title, off course she will!

Vixen gets to her feet and, despite the fact that it appears that the ladder is about to go over, Vixen leaps off spearing Carly in midair and through the table, the crowd erupts into a loud “HOLY SHIT” chant as both women lay down.

Salco: I’m actually agreeing with the fans here, HOLY SHIT!

Simone: I’m not even going to chastise you for language at this point, because I’d have to chastise the audience as well.

Adams: I still would’ve preferred Bra and Panties!

Both women are down and apparently for the count, it’s clear that Carly took the brunt of the damage from the move and Drew is unsure of what to do since it is not a regular match by any stretch of the imagination, at around the point that Drew would normally count to 9 Vixen gets up and sets the ladder back up.

Adams: Does she have enough energy to climb the ladder?

Salco: Do you jerk off to porn every night? Off course she will!

Simone: ……Interesting comparison.

Vixen slowly climbs the ladder and eventually reaches the top of the ladder, Carly gets to her feet weakly and looks like she’s about to climb the ladder herself, however she collapses due to the pain and Vixen retrieves the title.

Justin: The winner of the match and still SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, Vixen!

Adams: Vixen keeps the title.

Salco: Good, I was hoping she’d win.

Simone: No, really, I never would’ve guessed!

Jessie ignores Belinda and Jason as she leaves the announcers table and joins Vixen in the ring once the bell rings, they help Vixen to the back whilst paramedics attend to Vixen.




Justin Decent stands in the center of the ring, ready to announce the start of the next match, when suddenly, all the lights in the arena go out. Unsure of what is going on, the fans in attendance quietly talk amongst themselves as thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance. Moments later, the opening beats to “The World Belongs To Me” by My Darkest Days begins to play, and a video plays on the screen. An abandoned building is seen, followed by an ancient looking cemetery. As this unfamiliar entrance continues, the fans wait for any sign of who they are about to see.

About a minute or so later, several mysterious figures emerge from backstage, fully cloaked in hooded black robes. One by one they emerge from backstage, slowly making their way to the ring. In total, six figures walk toward the ring, four of them being clearly larger in stature then the two behind them. They four larger of the group enter the ring first, as the two smaller stand just outside, waiting. When the tallest of the four looks in their direction, they walk up the steps, and are helped inside of the ring. One of the other four has taken the microphone away from Justin Decent and ordered him out of the ring by this time, and he walks over to the others, holding the microphone out. The larger man takes the microphone as the music dies down and some of the lights return. Their identities all remain hidden under their hoods.

Man#1: Sin City Wrestling…your time is up. You were given enough time to prepare yourselves, and the time has come.

He hands the microphone to the person standing to his right, then lowers his hood revealing himself. His yellow eyes and long dreaded hair are unfamiliar to those in attendance, and he turns to the one standing next to him, waiting for him to speak.

Man#2: You have all been misguided…led down the wrong path.

Following the previous man’s lead, he hands the microphone off to the man standing next to him, then lowers his hood. He has the same yellow eyes, but his hair is darker and buzzed, yet still unfamiliar to everyone in attendance. Both look at the next in the group as he begins to speak.

Man#3: The time has come for you to be shown the way. As of this moment, your lives will never be the same.

He hands the microphone off then lowers his hood. The crowd looks at yet another man with yellow eyes, and shoulder length dark hair, as he and the others look at the fourth man.

Man#4: The mission begins now, and you all are helpless to stop it. The chosen one is here, and with her guidance and leadership…

He is suddenly cut off, as one of the two smaller figures holds up an arm, silencing him. He drops the microphone, then looks to the ground and lowers his hood. He has sandy blonde hair, and match yellow eyes as the other three. One of the smaller figures kneels to the ground, grabbing the microphone. The hood is lowered, revealing a petite woman with her hair dyed half bright red, and the other half black. She kneels before the person standing in front of her, and the four men kneel as well, keeping their heads bowed. The woman holds the microphone up to the one they are kneeling before, and the woman’s voice that follows is familiar to everyone in attendance.

“Stand up, Ruby. Brothers, stay as you are.”

The woman, now revealed as Ruby, gets to her feet. The robed woman stands where she is, whispering something to Ruby. Ruby nods once, then walks behind her. Ruby grabs a hold of the hood, then slowly pulls it back. The crowd gasps as the raven haired woman standing before them is revealed to be none other than…Misty! The former Bombshell Champion who vanished three months ago has returned, but she is not alone! Ruby hands her the microphone, then bows before her once again.

Simone: Oh my God! It's Misty! Misty's back! But where the hell has she been?!

Adams: Why are you asking me?! Is it just me or does she look better than before?

Misty: Take a look before you.

She points to the five people kneeling before her, an evil smile on her face. The crowd remains silent, as they are unsure of how to react.

Misty: They know the way. They know who their leader is, and the proof is right before you! They kneel before their Queen, and once you all have been shown the way, you will as well!

This receives a loud chorus of boos from the crowd, which causes Misty's face to flush red with anger.

Misty: SILENCE! You all have seen what the Bombshell division has become in my absence! It has been reduced to nothing...NOTHING without me! It is time that the Bombshell division is returned to the glory it was before. Each and every Bombshell WILL bow before me, and they are powerless to stop it! It all begins with one. Who is the lucky one you all may be wondering? Follow your queen and you shall receive the answers you seek.

Misty drops the microphone to the ground as the five people kneeling before her all exclaim in unison ”All hail the Queen of the Damned!” Misty snaps her fingers, and they all get to their feet. One after another they exit the ring. As Ruby exits, she sits in the second rope, holding it open for her queen to step through, then follows behind Misty as the four men protectively surround her. They slowly make their way backstage, ignoring the boos from those in attendance. All the lights return as they disappear backstage.

Adams: Who the hell were those people and what have they done to Misty?

Simone: I don't know what you're talking about. She appears to be the same self-absorbed woman she's always been, but now with a few body guards! Hopefully we'll get some answers soon though!




Adams: Now we switch over live to Gabriel, he's not at the show tonight, because he is at home recovering, but SCW wanted an update, so here we go. Gabriel, can you hear me?

Gabriel appears on the screen to a cheer from the fans, his award, tag team of the year, sits in front of him and his tag team championship belt rests over his shoulder.

Gabriel: I can hear ya, how ya doing Jason?

Adams: We're all good here, enjoying the show?

Gabriel: It's been interesting to say the least.

Simone: When you two have stopped with your small talk, let's get down to business. How are you feeling after last week?

Gabriel: I feel banged up a little bit. I promised a war to end things with Sean Williams and we gave you a war. I'm still feeling the effects

Adams: What injuries did you get from that match?

Gabriel: Nothing major, cuts and bruises. My shoulder took another hard shot and landing on my head a couple of times didn't help, but nothing major really. Docs told me I just need some rest and that's about it

Simone: Do you think Christian was right to end the match where it was?

Gabriel: I think he made the right call, he has wrestlers to protect and Sean and I went over the top with so much. I do think however I should have won that one and would have had him beat within five minutes, if the match had continued. I have no hard feelings towards Christian, he was the referee and had to make that call. I did get what I wanted from all this

Adams: You wanted to get hurt?

Gabriel: No, I wanted to bring back the old Sean Williams, the guy I watched a few times and wanted to fly around like. The fact that he put his life on the line, climbing high and flying showed I got what I wanted. The old Sean returned for this one match.

Simone: Is there a new found respect for Sean after this match?

Gabriel: I'd say so. I've not had many matches where I've been forced to go to my own limits like that. He pushed me to the top and that just brings more respect.

Adams: You won tag team of the year with Despayre at the end of year awards. How did that make you feel?

Gabriel: Great. Despayre and I worked so hard to get that honor, we've taken on everyone to try and be the best and we did it. I gotta take this chance to thank everyone who voted for us. It's been a good year for us as a team and hope it continues.

Simone: Finally Gabriel, when can we expect to see you back in an SCW ring?

Gabriel: I'm hoping not too long. Got some things to sort out in my personal life before deciding on my next move, but it shouldn't take long before I'm good to go, just depends on some things outside wrestling to clear up first.

Adams: Thanks for your time, looking forward to seeing you back

Gabriel: Thank you

The screen fades out as we return to the middle of the ring




The camera returns to the ring where Justin Decent stands with senior referee, Jasmine St. John.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is the main event of Climax Control. It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship.

The crowd cheers.

Justin: Introducing first, to be accompanied to the ring by Marty McFarge. From London, England, weighing 220 pounds, he is the challenger ... Primetime Matthew Kennedy.

The arena lights go dark as a British voice is heard saying "You Are About To Be Canceled", as the last word is said the into to "You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell hits the arena speakers and Matthew struts down to the ring with Marty McFarge by his side, once he reaches the ringside area he removes his glasses and orders a ringside attendant to remove his jacket only to berate him for the slightest mistake before entering the ring whilst yells down the phone, once in the ring he bounces of the ropes as he waits for his opponent and Marty takes up position at ringside, if his opponent is already in the ring he simply stairs at him with disdain.

Simone: Primetime Matthew Kennedy has stated numerous times he was done with any other championship here in SCW save for the one he wants the most. The SCW Heavyweight Championship.

Adams: Well someone up there seems to think he has what it takes.

Simone: well it was either that or they gave him the shot to keep him quiet about getting one.

Adams: Yeah if that were true then Shark would have had about a dozen title shots by now.

Justin: His opponent is accompanied to the ring by the Entourage. From Los Angeles, California, weighing 251 pounds, he is the current Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion ... Nick Jones.

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up." A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout. Moments later, Nick Jones walks out through the curtain, causing the boos to intensify. Nick walks to the top of the rampway and then stops for a moment. He then waits as the lovely Diana Roberts makes her way out behind him. Nick drops down to a knee as, a cocky smirk then comes across his face as he flexes his muscles. Diana rubs Nick's chest as he looks at his muscles, looking rather impressed with himself as the smirk on his face grows. Nick then gets up and takes Diana's arm and turns and looks back at the ramp and waits as Nick's "muscle", Big B and Slick Tony make their way out. The two men flank Nick and Diana as they make their way down the rampway. They all head down the rampway, slowly walking down as Nick makes sure to taunt and mock all of the fans on his way down to the ring, flipping off a few people here and there. Nick then walks to the steel steps and waits for Diana to climb up first, as he watches her from behind, before he quickly walks up them and then walks across the apron, while Big B and Tony wait outside the ring. Nick steps one leg into the ring and then takes a seat onto the middle rope for a moment, holding the ropes open as Diana climbs in. Nick sits there for a moment, just looking around the arena. He looks at all the people sitting around and just gets a look of disdain on his face as he shakes his head in disgust, soliciting even more jeers from the audience. Nick laughs at this response as he turns away from the crowd to climb into the ring. He swings his other leg into the ring and then walks over to his corner, where Diana sits on the top turnbuckle. Nick leans back as Diana rubs his shoulders, as Nick stands there and waits with a cocky and confident smirk on his face.

Adams: I'm starting to wonder if anyone is going to be able to unseat Nick as the champ.

Simone: He has had a stranglehold on that title, hasn't he? Rage defeated him in impressive fashion to strip the belt from him but Nick managed to regain it. Who's going after him now?

Adams: Rage? Spike? Primetime here? I know Shark wants the chance.

Simone: All credible challengers. Nick Jones may never have it so rough in holding onto that title. Well, unless he keeps getting Mark to pull what he did with Spike at Violent Conduct.

Adams: You know, I understand Gabriel has been nit picking Despayre to try to challenge for the title.

Simone: Yeah like that'll ever happen.

Jasmine walks over and instructs Nick to have his friends leave the ring. Nick rolls his eyes in an arrogant manner and turns and holds the ropes open for Diana to make her way out onto the apron. Tony and Big B also leave and drop to the floor and B helps Diana down. Nick then turns around with a smirk on his face and slowly removes the belt from his waist as he approaches the center of the ring, Primetime doing the same. The two men get nose to nose and Nick slowly holds the championship belt up and points from it to himself as Primetime simply stares him down.

Adams: I don't think Nick is going to manage to intimidate Primetime.

Simone: He's trying to psyche him out though. But Primetime's waited too long for this chance at the big gold.

Jasmine gets in between the two heels and separates them. She then takes the belt from Nick and holds it up for everyone to see while Nick points at it, mouthing off to Kennedy once again when Primetime hauls off and punches Nick flush in the mouth.

Adams: Whoa.

Jasmine quickly hands the belt out to Justin and the bell is called for.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

VS
HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE MATCH

Before Nick can recover from the shot, Primetime buries a boot into the champion's stomach, doubling him over. Primetime grabs him by the arm and Irish whips him into the ropes and as Nick comes hurdling off, Matthew takes him over with a Japanese armdrag, followed up with a dropkick that sends Nick crashing back to the mat. Nick staggers up, surprised by this sudden onslaught and backs against the ropes and Primetime charges right at him and clotheslines him backwards, over the ropes and to the arena floor.

Simone: Good God. What a start. Primetime Matthew Kennedy has come out and he is showing the champion that title of his is on borrowed time.

Nick, having landed at the feet of the Entourage, is helped up by Tony and B but Nick shoves them aside harshly and he starts a fuming rant, slamming his hands against the apron and kicking the barricade.

Adams: I don't think Nick was expecting Primetime to come out fighting like that.

Diana and Tony speak to Nick to calm him down while B watches on and the count continues from Jasmine.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...

Nick nods to his 'friends' and starts to approach the apron but points at Primetime and tells Jasmine to get the challenger back so he can re-enter. Jasmine turns and backs Kennedy up to the other side of the ring, and the champion cautiously climbs back inside.

Simone: Okay, let's see if the champion can get his head back into this one and hold onto his title.

Once inside of the ring, Nick and Primetime start to circle each other, their eyes locked in one another's, and they lunge to lock up in a collar and elbow fashion. Both men struggle and strain, jockeying for position but neither can gain the decided advantage and they break loose and circle each other again. The duo locks up again and Kennedy immediately shifts and grabs Nick in a side headlock and takes him down to the mat with a hiptoss, retaining the hold. Nick kicks and struggles on his back, being held down firmly, when Jasmine checks his shoulders and counts...

1.....
2..... Nick gets his shoulder up fast!

Adams: Whoa! That would have been embarrassing!

Simone: Embarrassing? if Nick Jones lost his title because he was pinned by a side headlock, he never would show his face in SCW again! ... Wait ... SLOW COUNT REF!!

Primetime grits his teeth and he tightens the headlock on the mat, but the champion Nick reverses the move with a leg scissors on the head of Kennedy, breaking the headlock.

Simone: Nice reversal, I have to admit.

Nick tighten his grip on Kennedy's head and got into a sitting position as Kennedy tries to get out of the hold. Kennedy then puts his two hands on either side of Nick's thighs and flips himself up and over into a cradle pin attempt.

1.....
2..... Nick throws his shoulder up, but does not release the head scissors.

Adams: Hey these are two heels going for the heavyweight title! What's with all the wrestling!?

Still trapped in the head scissors, Primetime rolls back over to his hands and knees, then kicks up and flips himself out of the hold and dives at Nick, catching him in a side headlock again.

Simone: Very innovative of Primetime Kennedy.

Adams: Break out the steel chairs!

Simone: Jason! .... Be patient. I'm sure these two actually wrestling won't last.

Nick pushes himself and his challenger to their feet and backs Primetime against the ropes. Jasmine calls for the break but Nick doesn't wait and buries a fist into Kennedy's ribcage. The hold is broken and Nick grabs Matthew's arm over the top rope and kicks the rope, hyper extending the arm. Primetime staggers off, grabbing his arm, and Nick Irish whips him into the ropes and swings for a clothesline but Primetime ducks the maneuver, rebounds, and Nick catches him in an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! Primetime lands hard and slides out of the ring, holding his back.

Simone: Primetime Kennedy taking some time out here.

Adams: Yeah but Jasmine is also administrating the ten count.

1...
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Nick pushes Jasmine aside and climbs out of the ring as Kennedy immediately greeted him with a forearm to the face. Kennedy pulls Nick out of the ring and whips him towards the barricades but Nick reverses and got Kennedy up in a fireman's carry. Nick tries to run Kennedy into the steel post but Kennedy slips down Nick's back and slams Nick's shoulder into the steel post.

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Kennedy rolls into the ring, breaking up the count and rolls out again as Jasmine warns him to bring it back into the ring.

Adams: Now this is what a match between two rule breakers should be like!

Primetime Matthew Kennedy grabs Nick by the arm and slams his shoulder right into the ring post again before grabbing him by the hair and trunks and he rolls him into the ring.

Simone: Primetime looks like he's turning the tables on Nick' attempt earlier to take his arm out.

Primetime grabs him by the arm, pulling him to his feet. Kennedy twists his arm in an arm wringer and slaps on a single arm DDT.

Simone: That could have separated a shoulder.

Adams: Hey did you ever wonder what a wrestler does in the ring when they really hafta pee?

Simone: What!?

Nick clutches his arm and Primetime rolls him onto his back and hooks the leg.

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2..... Nick kicks out!

Adams: Naw! Nick isn't going to stay down that easily.

Kennedy gets to his feet and grabs Nick by the hair, unleashing a barrage of closed fists as Jasmine issues the five count.

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Kennedy lets go of Nick's hair and Nick gets up to his feet slowly and Kennedy hits Nick with a knife edge chop to the chest.

Fans: WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Simone: Dear God I *hate* it when they do that!

Nick immediately returns the favor and hits Kennedy with a knife edge chop of his own. Primetime grits his teeth, holding his stinging sternum. The challenger then swings and connects with a fist to Nick's head! The blow sends Nick stumbling back into the ropes and Nick comes off and returns the favor, decking Primetime! The two men then begin swinging fast, and a brawl ensues right in the middle of the ring as Marty and the Entourage shout encouragement from the outside!

Adams: There's nothing like a good fight in a heavyweight title match!

Simone: Have you been sampling Mark's lager again?

Adams: No I don't swing that way!

Simone: .....

Primetime cuts the brawl short and pokes Nick in the eyes, blinding him. Kennedy then grabs him by the arm and goes for an Irish whip but nick ducks under and counters, pulling him right back into a spine buster and an immediate cover!

1.....
2..... Primetime kicks out!

The Entourage slaps their hands on the apron, calling into the ring for a faster count.

Adams: Would they do that if Jasmine counted faster on Nick?

Nick brings Primetime to his feet and hit a side Russian legsweep. Nick rolls over atop of him and covers him, counting along for the crowd.

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2..... Primetime gets the shoulder up!

Nick slowly gets off of Kennedy and turns to glare at Jasmine.

Simone: Oh like it's her fault he can't keep Kennedy down for the three count.

Nick turns and brings a fist down into Primetime's head, then drags him to his feet and scoops him up into a fireman's carry.

Simone: I'm not sure what Nick's going for here. The champion doesn't usually go for power moves in the ring.

The challenger starts to kick and struggle on the champion's shoulders and manages to slide off and land on his feet behind Nick. Primetime grabs him around the waist and lifts him up and over!

Adams: German suplex!

Kennedy holds on, despite the impact, and brings them both back to their feet. and Kennedy hits the second German suplex.

Simone: Will he hit the trifecta?

Adams: no I think he's going to go for a third suplex.

Kennedy tries to go for a third German suplex but nick is close to the ropes and Tony reaches in and grabs his hands, holding on and preventing it!

Simone: Hey! Hey! Do something Jasmine!

The fiery referee hurries over and kicks their joined hands, breaking their grips and Primetime hits the third German suplex!

Adams: That'll work!

Primetime arches his back into a bridge, keeping nick's shoulders firmly on the mat for the pin!

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3- Nick kicks out!

Simone: So close! we almost had a new champion!

Kennedy is starting to look a little frustrated. he grabs nick up and plants him with a scoop slam down onto the canvas. Primetime then goes over to the corner and starts to climb, facing the crowd.

Simone: This isn't a good idea! He had the champion down!

Tony and Big B approach the corner and tony starts to shout at Primetime and Kennedy starts to argue back. Heated words are exchanged when the champion slowly recovers and stands up. he walks over to the corner and tucks his head under Primetime's legs and brings him out of the corner, on his shoulders.

Simone: I knew it!

Primetime looks like a deer caught in headlights and Nick falls back, and the challenger is sent crashing heavily with an Ocean Cyclone suplex! Nick bridges with a cover!

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3 - No! Primetime manages to get the shoulder up!

Nick then grabs Primetime and sends him into the corner and follows in, connecting with a high Shining Wizard. Nick then grabs him in a headlock, going for a running bulldog, when Marty reaches in and grabs Nick's foot, tripping the champion to the canvas. Nick gets to his feet and shouts obscenities at Marty, pointing him out to Jasmine with accusation!

Adams: Kind of a different story when someone's doing it to you, isn't it champ?

Big B and Tony start over toward Marty who backs off quickly, holding hi hands up in a yielding manner. Jasmine ducks quickly out of the ropes and drops to the floor to try to intervene before anything comes of this chaos! Nick is watching, fire in his eyes, and Primetime runs up from behind and clotheslines him from behind, knocking him down to the mat. Primetime grabs Nick by the head and sets him up for a package piledriver, nailing it!

Adams: Primetime Special! He got it!

Primetime rolls him over and hooks the leg, but Jasmine is still on the outside of the ring, trying to keep Big B and Tony from killing Marty! Kennedy is screaming in frustration as he has Nick down but there is nobody inside of the ring to count! Primetime slams his hands down into the mat, pissed off! He gets to his feet and looks to find the referee on the outside, trying to prevent a massacre!

Simone: He had him! Primetime had Nick!

Adams: Hey what's she doing?

Nick Jones's main squeeze, Diana, is up on the ring apron. Primetime sees her and he starts shouting for her to get down! Diana shouts back and Kennedy storms over to her when she brings her hand from behind her back and sprays perfume in Primetime's eyes!

Simone: No!

Kennedy grabs his eyes, blinded! He staggers back and right into Nick's waiting arms! The champion hooks him up and nails a spinning fisherman's neckbreaker!

Adams: Best Of All!

Nick covers Primetime and hooks the leg! Big B sees the pin and he points it out to Jasmine who quickly rolls into the ring!

Simone: Not like this god damn it! Primetime had it!

Jasmine counts!

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Simone: Oh damn!

The crowd boos as Nick stands up with Jasmine holding his arm in the air.

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

The crowd boos as a smiling Nick tears his belt from Jasmine's hands and holds it up for everyone to see. the boos then turn to cheers...

Adams: Hey is that...?

Simone: It's Spike! Spike Staggs!

Spike Staggs jumps over the barricade and inside of the ring behind the champion! Spike grabs the belt and pulls it from Nick's hands! A surprised Nick Jones turns around and Spike nails him right between the eyes with the belt, laying him out!

Adams: Nick is out cold!

Big B and Tony forget all about Marty and dove into the ring but Spike quickly dodges them and escapes! Spike hops back over the barricade and into the fans who swarm around the mega popular superstar!

Simone: I think that shot made it perfectly clear that Spike Staggs has not forgotten about how Nick Jones escaped his attempt at taking his SCW championship!

Adams: Oh it's obvious all right! Spike Staggs just delivered a message loud and clear! he wants that championship!

Marty aids a still partially blinded Primetime from the ring as the fans cheer for Spike while B, Tony and Diana tend to the heavyweight champion in the ring and the scene fades to the SCW logo.




THANK YOU: to Chris, Mark, Erik, Matthew Kennedy, Tom, Casey, Maggie, Alexis Morrison, Goth, Mike, Craig. Also to Carly Athens for the graphics and to all out SCW roleplayers. We continue SCW, because you continue writing