The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Tropicana Express Hotel and Casino in Laughlin, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
"Where Have the Bombshells Gone?"
A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the fairgrounds at all of the fans filling the grandstand and the rows of seats around the grounds itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
"Things Are Too Damn Quiet! Someone Light A Firecracker!"
"Where Was the Cutest Couple Award?"
"Save the Ta-Ta's!"
"Gene Banton Jr = SCW's Best Buns Award"
"When Is Raynin Returning?"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Tropicana Express Hotel and Casino in Laughlin, 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 walks out onto the stage, wearing a tassled halter top with sequins, the chest padded 'XXX-tra large, a mini skirt bottom and high heels. She has the house mic which she brings up to her lips and the song performance begins.
Amanda:
Humpty Dumplings, Hardy Boys
Gerber servers, holy grails
Midget earmuffs, warming globes
Chesticles and lady bags
Udders, brudders, head lamps, sweets
Two-point jumpers, Bambi's Thumpers
Jugs and orbs and darts and gourds
Elmer Fudds and bouncing Buddhas
Sweater stretchers, lung protectors
Beach umbrellas, frost detectors
Scooby Snacks and snake-eyes dice
Jell-o molds and high-beam lights
Every day I probably use
99 words for boobs
Double lattes, Ode to Joys
Hooters, shooters, physics tutors
Bobbsey Twins and bald commuters
Double-WMD's
MRE's and PFD's
Snow-white dwarfs, Picasso cubes
99 words for boobs
Whoopee cushions, humpback whales
Flying saucers, traffic stoppers
Super Big Gulps, Double Whoppers
Pillows, billows, Don DeLillos
Soft-serve cones and armadillos
Pimped-out hubcaps, inner tubes
99 words for boobs
Strobes and probes and frontal lobes
Knockers, honkers, knicker bonkers
Smurfs and Screaming Yellow Zonkers
Tannin' cannons, Mister Bigs
Big bad wolves and Porky Pigs
Jogging partners, saline noobs
99 words for boobs
Gorgonzolas, fake Montags
Ta-tas, nyah-nyahs, Baba Wawas
Trouble bubbles, Lady Gagas
Cupcakes, milkshakes, melons, pups
Snuggle bunnies, double-ups
Lubbly jubblies, Jiffy Lubes
99 words for boobs
Pistols, Bristols, tricks and treats
Baps, block busters, beach balls, boulders
Bottles, bombs, bikini holders
Ladies' lefts and women's rights
Thunder balls and mozzie bites
Lollies, Lulus, luftballoons
99 words for boobs
Rubber baby buggy bumpers
Rutabagas, Chi Omegas
Schwag the showgirls show in Vegas
Congo bongos, bowling pins
Fast-pitch softballs, siamese twins
Your claims I'm breast-obsessed are true
We're quite a pair 'cause I'm a boob too!
The crowd cheers as Amanda takes a sweeping bow and her top heavy nature causes her to lose her balance and topple forward comically onto the stage. the fans laugh as two shirtless studs in tight jeans hurry out and take her by the arms and lift her back up to her feet. Amanda gives each a peck on the cheek and prances backstage with the two men trailing after.
Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone
Adams: And I'm Jason Adams
Simone: Tonight, we have five matches heading your way
Adams: Five? I thought there was six?
Simone: What can I tell ya? Sometimes some people just don't wanna show up, get paid, or get chosen for bigger matches
Adams: Gotcha, makes sense
Simone: We kick off this night with the forth and final triple threat match to qualify for our upcoming supercard. Either Laura Jackson, Jessie Salco or former Bombshell champion, Odette Ryder, will join Necra Octavian Kane, Jaya DeCarlo and Amanda Cortez in the four way dance for the Bombshell championship at High Stakes II
Adams: Speaking of Necra, she's in action against the returning former Bombshell champion, Misty. See, that's what you call a link
Simone: Well done, have a cookie
Adams: Thanks!
Simone: Next up, we have the battle of two stars in SCW, the legend Jordan Williams takes on the second generation superstar, Blade Alexander
Adams: I don't think I got a link here, but I don't need one cause Roulette title on the line! Argento defends the gold against the man he took the gold from, the gothmiester himself, Goth. That guy creeps me out!
Simone: Then we have the main event
Adams: Four men who have done it all in the wrestling business will collide
Simone: SCW Heavyweight champion teams with Tom Dudely to take on NXT members, Former NWA World champion Spike Staggs and former SCW Roulette and Tag team champion Casey Williams
Adams: I can't wait and I don't have to, so start your engine and lets ride!
The scene shows Jessie and Jake Salco and Casey Williams at the gym getting a quick work out in before their matches at Climax Control.
Casey: So Jessie, you excited for the Testament concert tonight?
Jessie: Does my brother always get drunk at these concerts? Of course I am! I hope your ready for the moshpit, that should be intense!
Casey: Of course. I am also excited to see Anthrax’s set, and listen to Death Angel perform where I am unfamiliar with the band.
Jessie: Yeah I'm in the same boat, I've heard good things about them but I've never listened to their music.
Casey: I am also looking forward to kicking Tom and Nick’s ass beforehand, and hoping that victory puts me right to the front of the line for a shot at Nick Jones’ Heavyweight Championship title.
Jake: And here's hoping Jessie wins her match even if she has to go through Odette to do it, as for you Casey, well my manager's license is for Jessie only but that won't stop me from hoping you'll win the match.
Casey: I sure hope so. You know what it will mean if I become the first SCW Triple Crown Champion? It will mean that as bad as my record may be, I am still successful. Nobody else can take that title away from me, even if others become triple crown champs.
Casey then takes a deep breath.
Jessie: Hey easy! You still need the energy for the match and the moshpit, by the way Jake, did you get a chance to ask Odette if she would like to go?
Jake: Unfortunately no, by the time I got around to asking her the show was sold out but she told me to tell you that she's up for any future concerts that happen to be in the same area that SCW's hosting a show.
Jessie: Sucks, I always run a bet with my girlfriends who are also metalheads to see if we can outlast the guys.....and I just know someone's going to make a dirty joke out of that!
Casey: I wouldn’t put it past people. You know how people get perverted minds. Either way, we should go shower and get ready for our matches Jessie.
Jessie: You are absolutely right, let’s go. Jake, we will see you later.
Jake: Okay. See you later.
The scene fades as Jessie goes to the women’s locker room as Jake and Casey go to the men’s locker room to shower.
It becomes dark in the arena and the song "Feuer frei" by Rammstein is played. Then the revving of a Harley can be heard and Amanda drives slowly down to the ring. Like usually she looks extremely hot and sexy in her tight tattered jeans shorts, her small top and her stripper sandals. She shuts off her bike and immediately the fans start to cheer at her. Slowly she climbs down from her bike and slides into the ring. While the fans still cheer at her, she takes a micro.
Amanda: Ok, ok ...thank you for this nice welcome ...thank you so much.
She blows a few kisses into the crowd and waits till they calm down a bit so that she can continue.
Amanda: Well, you prolly all wanna know why I'm here without having a match tonight, but that's easy to explain. I'm here because my love Laura Jackson has her first match after her suspension. Ok, and the word suspension reminds me of something I wanted to say. I'm sure and I know that Laura never took drugs and so I still think that this suspension has been completely unfair. But anyway, I'm not here to wine, I'm here to support my love and wish the best for her match tonight.
Amanda has a lovingly and cute smiles. Her face as she talks about Laura.
Amanda: But that's not all, I also wanted to say that I know what happens when Laura wins tonight, then we two will have to face in this title hunt, but anyway. I always wanted to avoid this, and that's the reason why we two we're going for the tag titles, but things went different. You don't always get what you want, but I can live with it and also with the fact that I will prolly have to face Laura soon. But anyway, I still wish that she wins tonight.
Besides me Laura is the only girl in this company who deserves it to become the Bombshell's Champion. SOS I really hope that she will blow away these stupid bimbos tonight, and I'm sure that she will do it. Nothing and nobody can stop us here on our way to glory.
Now she laughs out inherent cheery way and raises her arms in victory. While the fans cheer at her again, she slides out of the ring, climbs on her Harley and drives out of the arena.
Justin: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. It is a triple threat match with the winner getting a shot at the Bombshell Championship. Our first fighter hails from Queensland, Austrailia and is a former Bombshell Championship. Here she is ODETTE RYDER!!!!
“Oooh whatcha gonna now? Whatcha gonna do when the rhythm comes kickin you?” as the spine tingling sounds of Dimestone Hood blares across the personal address system the SCW arena fills with darkness. The sound of cheers can be heard as the majority of the male fans start hooting and hollering as they await the arrival of one of their favourite bombshells to emerge from behind the thick black stage curtain. “Breath life a disease gonna get you, off of me” as the lights start to flicker bright shades of blue, the curtain starts to open and slowly Odette’s dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp. Biting her bottom lip Odette surveys the crowded arena, whilst simply placing her hands down by her side. Starting her short journey down the cold steel ramp Odette’s skin is covered in goose bumps as the crowd is cheering in appreciation. Her black ripped jeans hug so tightly to her glittery skin as the lighting in the arena slowly starts to return back to normal. Sliding into the ring under the bottom rope the camera man can’t help but try to get a sneaky look down the front of Odette’s super tight top, noticing this Odette gives the camera a cheeky smirk. Jumping up to her feet she walks over towards the ropes, turning sharply just before reaching them, Odette hooks her arms around the top rope using the curves from her elbows. Pushing back on the ropes Odette’s piercing green eyes focus up towards the ramp as she awaits the arrival of her opponent as ‘Blood in my eyes’ fades from the Pa system.
Justin: Our next fighter is a fellow stablemate of Odette Ryder. She is from Miami, Florida and is a member of THE NEW EXTREMES! She is JESSIE SALCO!!!
"BORN TO BLEED! FIGHTING TO SUCCEED! BUILT TO ENDURE WHAT THIS WORLD THROWS AT ME!"
The lights dim as the opening riff for "In Ashes They Shall Reap" by Hatebreed hits the arena speakers and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake nearby, the two siblings do some headbanging before Jessie charges to the ring and slides in, Jake takes up a spot at ringside and Jessie shows off her NXT Armband before waiting for her opponent.She looks at Odette, a little bit uneasy until Ryder holds out her hand. The two shake before both turning to the ramp, waiting for the final opponent.
Justin: Last but certainly not least. She is from Tampa, Florida. A big round of applause for LAURA JACKSON!!!!
The very well known opening of Misirlou starts to play and Laura runs out onto the ramp. She gets somewhat of a positive reaction by the fans but with all these faces in the ring the fans seem to be struggling on who to root for. Laura slaps hands with some of the fans and she starts to get a stronger reaction. She climbs into the ring looking over both of her opponents who stand fairly close to each other.
Adams: Laura seems a little nervous up there. She keeps looking at the two NXT members with unease.
Simone: That is no surprise. Laura is probably worried that this is going to turn into a handicap match.
DING DING DING
VS 
VS 
TRIPLE THREAT BOMBSHELL TOURNAMENT MATCH
Odette holds up her hands and takes a step away from Jessie. She offers her hand to Laura as a show of goodwill. They shake hands and then Odette turns to face Jessie. They both nod at each other and quickly lockup.
Simone: As a show of faith the two stablemates are going to start things out.
Odette gets the advantage, getting Jessie in a headlock that turns into a quick but brutal DDT. She is getting up from it just as Laura lunges at her with a huge spear. Laura is up quick and keeps her focus on Odette. She helps her up then starts throwing punches into her driving her back. When Laura sees Jessie starting to get up she runs over and stomps on her to keep her down.
Adams: Laura is on fire. I think she is trying to end this one quick before her opponents remember they are both on the same team.
Laura turns around to face Odette who is charging at her. Her foot is airborn and she connects with Laura’s face with a wild pele kick. All three women are down now, but the two members of NXT seem to be recovering faster.
Simone: That was an amazing move. I don’t think Odette needed to worry about any ring rust.
Odette moves towards Laura with a determined look as Jessie staggers to her feet. Laura is on her knees and surprises Odette with a fierce body blow before Odette is able to get her hands on her. When Jessie stalks over Laura does the same then staggers to her feet. The crowd is starting to cheer. Jessie and Odette lock arms and charge at Laura knocking her out of the ring with a double clothesline. Big applause for that move.
Adams: Looks like the girls had to team up to contain Laura who came to the ring tonight in a fighting mood.
Simone: Yes, but now they have to face eachother.
The two stablemates lock up. Jessie swings behind Odette who delivers a stiff elbow to Jessie face. She breaks out of Jessie hold, quickly spins around delivering a kick to Salco’s body then grabs her head and brings her down with a swinging neckbreaker.
Adams: Odette is going for the quick pin.
Odette does not even get past a one count before Laura grabs her leg from outside the ring. Odette shifts her body and kicks Laura in the face, pushing her back towards the crowd. She gets a decent pop for that.
Simone: The fans seem to be rooting for everyone in this match.
Adams: And why not, they are all hot and they are all putting on a damn good match.
Jessie is now scrambling up, She bounces off the far rope and hits Odette with a dropkick as she struggles to get up. She bounds up again and looks to check on Laura. The fans are cheering her on so she performs a springboard moonsault on Odette and goes for the pin.
1.....
2....
….kick out by Odette.
Simone: That was close. Jessie quickly stole the momentum.
Adams: Yeah but it looks like Laura is ready to step back in.
Jessie quickly tries to get up as Laura gets into the ring. Laura hits Jessie with a high knee but Jessie strikes back with a right hook. Both women stagger a bit at the impact and then lock up. Laura with the advantage she lifts Jessie up and hits a hard ribbreaker. Odette is up and hits Laura on the back of the head with a forearm smash.
Simone: Neither girl seems willing to give up any ground here. I am impressed.
Laura turns to face Odette who runs back to the nearest turnbuckle. She leaps up to the middle rope and Laura charges for her. Odette is airborn with a leaping tornado DDT. All three women are on the ground again but Jessie ends up closer to Laura and is going for the pin.
Adams: Jessie just might steal the victory.
1...
2...
Odette leaps forward to break the count.
Simone: The fans are quite enjoying this match. I think everyone is happy it did not end with a stolen victory like that.
Adams: Hey that is not against the rules. The whole point is to win.
Odette is pulling Jessie to her feet while she staggers up as well. Jessie breaks the hold spins around Odette and performs a perfect German suplex to bring the Aussie down. But before she can decide what to do next Laura is on top of her bringing down a volley of punches on Jessie.
Adams: Its like any time one bombshell gets something going that third fighter scrambles back into the picture.
Simone: Well that is the challenge of a triple threat match.
Odette is using the ropes to pulls herself up as Jessie reverses Laura’s onslaught and starts punching her. Odette runs forward and punts both of them. Laura ends up closer so Odette hits her with a standing moonsault. Jessie is trying to get to her feet but the crowd starts chanting Odette name and she is up quicker. She grabs Jessie and runs her out of the ring.
Adams: Odette is looking to be the NXT bombshell with the win. Laura better watch out.
Odette helps Laura to her feet and after a quick body blow sets her up for a spinebuster. The crowd is now on their feet. Odette goes for the nearest turnbuckle and smiles at the crowd.
Simone: Any time Odette is up high it means trouble for her opponents.
Adams: This could be end.
Odette leaps up in the air with the Ryderfly but Jessie pulls Laura out of the way at the last moment. Jessie is up on the edge of the ring and leaps onto the ropes. She performs a springboard crossbody. She is going for the pin.
1...
2...
Laura is up and breaks the count with a kick.
Adams: This is making me dizzy.
Simone: Its okay, you can put your head down for a few minutes if that would help.
Laura drags Jessie to her feet. Then brings her back down with a spinning heel kick. Jessie is dazed and confused.
Adams: It looks like Laura is going for the Nighty Night.
Simone: Yes but Odette is up as well.
Odette grabs Laura, spinning her around and connecting with an elbow. She then kisses Laura causing the crowd to hoot and hollar. Odette connects with a split jaw breaker.
Adams: I am so glad I didn’t listen to you, I would have missed that. Its time for the Make Out.
Simone: No, its already half done.
Odette sprints to the nearest turnbuckle and leaps up. She is soon in the air with a split leg corkscrew. She gets a huge pop. She grabs Laura’s leg and goes for the pin.
1...
Jessie seems to be breaking from her daze.
2.....
She is running to break the count.
3!!!!
She leaps at Odette to late. She crashes down nearly taking the ref out in the process.
Adams: What just happened!?
The ref is scrambling to his feet and calling for the bell.
Simone: She was too late. Odette has won this one and is moving on to the Bombshell title match. I can only hope it is as exciting as this match has been.
Jessie stares at Odette in disbelief. She is shaking her head as the ref holds up her hand in victory.
Adams: That was so close. She was milliseconds away from keeping this match going.
Simone: I am sure this is not Jessie last chance at the Bombshell title.
Backstage, we find returning Bombshell, Misty and her "disciples" walking down one of the hallways. The brothers surround her protectively, while the female servant, Ruby, leads them down the hall. They are all wearing their now familiar black robes, but the hoods are down, keeping their faces fully visible. People stare at them as try are heading somewhere and Ruby hisses at them, causing a few to look away nervously. Misty laughs lightly before addressing her.
Misty: Relax dear Ruby.
Ruby: I apologize, my Queen, but their disrespect is sickening. They should be---
Misty: Patience, Ruby. Patience. It is not disrespect they show, but fear. Trust me, they all know the power I possess.
Ruby takes in a deep breath, choosing not to respond. She disagrees with her leader, but does not take the subject any further than it has gone. She stops in front of a locker room door, and the brothers and Misty stop behind her. Ruby points to the sign on the door, a disgusted look on her face.
Ruby: My Queen, we are here.
Misty: Brothers, step aside.
Damien, Dante, Sebastian and Zane each take a step away, allowing Misty room to step towards the door. She stands where she is at first, staring at the door with a blank expression. Ruby and the brothers watch her curiously. Ruby seems almost concerned.
Ruby: My Queen? Are you all right? Have you changed your mind?
Misty remains quiet, keeping her eyes locked on the door. The brothers, also growing concerned, take a step towards her, but she holds up her right arm and turns around to look at them.
Misty: I am fine, brothers. Ruby, I have not changed my mind. This must be done. Now move.
Ruby: But, my Queen...
Misty: Do not make me repeat myself, Ruby.
Ruby bows her head, obeying Misty as she steps aside. The camera zooms in in the sign on the door as Misty grabs a hold of the doorknob. It reads NXT. Misty turns the knob, opening the door and the brothers crowd behind her just in case. As Misty and the brothers walk inside, expecting to be met by the members of the New X-Tremes, they find nothing but an empty locker room. Misty looks around, slightly disappointed, and Damien approaches her.
Damien: They are not here, my Queen. Let us go and prepare for your match.
Misty: No, Damien. We will wait until they show...until he shows up.
Damien: As you wish, my Queen, but I do think this is a mistake.
Just then, the sound of a throat being cleared behind them is heard. The brothers form a lie in front of Misty, ready to defend her. They turn around to find the leader of the New X-Tremes and Misty's ex-fiancee, Spike Staggs, standing in the doorway, glaring at them with his arms folded across his chest. Her brothers stand in front of her, but she quickly waves them off. Spike doesn’t budge from his spot, seeming emotionless, which catches Misty by surprise.
Misty: Spike… I…
Spike: Save it. As much as you might not like to think so, I know you well enough to know that you have a reason for being here. And you should know me well enough to know that I don’t want you here. So how about you save us both the trouble and cut to the chase. Do you want to tell me that you’ve suddenly decided to give a shit about what you did?
Spike pauses for a moment and a wicked smile spreads across Misty’s face. Spike matches hers with one of his own as he finally takes a few small steps closer to Misty. He taps his chin and then ultimately shakes his head negatively.
Spike: No, no… It couldn’t be that. You are incapable of caring about anything unless it negatively impacts you. You let people save you, revive you and your career, and then you take a big fat dump on them, so of course that’s not it… Maybe you wanted to rub it in my fucking face that you are back? If you had bothered to tune in to see my promo, you would know that I couldn’t give two shits about that and your *air quotes* dramatic return. But, of course you had to have heard it because you were directly mentioned.
Misty giggles a bit and then takes a deep breath. There is almost a glimmering speck of regret for the slightest of moments but it is fleeting and disappears as quickly as it came. Spike takes a few steps closer, placing his hand on the ribbon of Misty’s black corset, fiddling with the red laced rose for a second. He smiles, and then looks down into her diamond eyes.
Spike: We know each other too well. Probably more than we did when we were together, Misty. You should know that I have already passed the point of giving a damn about you. You abandoned your own flesh and blood, so now, we have absolutely no reason to be here… Yet here we are. So go ahead…
Spike leans down, getting just an inch from Misty’s lips. He pauses there, tempting her as he stares into her eyes. Misty’s bunch stands by, ready for Spike to step too far out of line before he just grazes his bottom lip against hers, causing it to quiver a bit from old habits. There eyes are locked for what seems like an eternity before he finishes his thought.
Spike: … enlighten me, *air quotes* babe.
Misty narrows her eyes just a bit, the corner of her mouth turning up slightly in the beginnings of a smile. Her men behind her are anxiously awaiting a direct order, but Misty does not address them, instead keeping her vicious eyes locked on Spike's. She places a hand on his chest and gently pushes him back a bit, giving her some breathing room.
Misty: Oh, you got me, dear Spikey boy. You got me.
She lets off a sarcastic laugh, as her men, and Ruby behind her, relax ever so slightly, but still stay on guard.
Misty: I did indeed see your promo this week, which is why I am here, standing in front of you. Not only did I see that promo, but the past three months I was away, I've kept up on every move you have made. I sat back and watched as your mental health seemingly diminished, and there was only one thing on my mind as I watched it all unfold, and continue to watch it at this very moment. I'm sure you know what that is, but to spare you any serious harm...
Spike's sadistic laughing interrupts her and he glares at each one of the men standing behind Misty.
Misty: Yes, to spare you any harm, Spike, I'll keep quiet on the topic for now, as well as my original reason for coming to see you. You seem to finally have a lot going for you at the moment and I would just hate to mess things up for you. After all, you did have so much to do with my successful career, so why would I ever want to punish you?
The sarcasm oozes out of Misty as she smiles that wicked smile again. Spike's nostrils flare and Misty takes a step towards him.
Misty: I don't know about you, babe...But, boy, have I missed this side of you. Now, I might just be a tad full of myself but I think I can take at least some of the credit for this behavior of yours lately. Keep it up...I like it.
Misty pats him on his shoulder, causing him to look down at the spot where her hand touched with disgust.
Misty: Brothers...Ruby...I believe we're done here.
Misty steps behind Spike, but he doesn't move an inch. Misty's disciples brush past him, glaring at him with their eerie yellow eyes, but he doesn't seem to care.
Misty: Oh and Spike, one more thing. As for my flesh and blood...I will be seeing her very soon. You can count on that.
Misty and her disciples then turn and walk out just in time, as the mentioning of Spike and Misty's daughter sends him over the edge. They quickly shut the door behind them, when Damien turns to face Misty.
Damien: I am pleased that you changed your mind, my Queen.
Misty: Oh Damien, don't you know me better by now? I have not changed my mind. Spike will know the truth when I feel the time is right. For now, I will let him fret over my return.
Damien: But, my Queen, why does he ever need to know the truth?
Misty tilts her head to the side, narrowing her eyes at Damien.
Misty: He needs to know, Damien, because I say he does. What more reason do you need? Now, I suggest if you don't want to be severly punished later, you bite your tongue and do not question my decisions any further tonight. Understand?
Damien simply bows his head in response. Misty nods her head, then looks to the others.
Misty: Good. Now let's get out of here. I have a match to get prepare for.
She snaps her fingers, and without hesitation, the brothers surround her once again, with Ruby in the lead. They turn and walk back in the direction they came from, leaving the NXT locker room behind them.
The scene opens backstage, as we see Amanda Cortez making her way to her locker room. She was pacing the hallways waiting on Laura, but as she rounds the corner, she runs into someone. Amanda hits the floor, and as she looks up she sees Necra standing before her.
Amanda: Watch where you're going! I can't believe you! It's like you're everywhere I am! What do you want?
Necra: Nothing really. Tell me how have you been sleeping Amanda?
Amanda looks at her with wide eyes and gets into Necra's face.
Amanda: If you're so smart, you should know that! You've been in them for the last few nights, taunting me, tormenting me... I haven't slept at all thanks to you!
Necra looks at her and smiles, knowing the reason that Amanda hadn't been resting.
Necra: You're dreaming about me now? Oh my... I'm honored. But what would Laura say?
Amanda: How dare you? I should beat...
Necra grabs Amanda and kisses her deeply right there in the middle of the hallway. Amanda looks shocked as Necra kisses her. Necra breaks the kiss and walks off down the hallway once again, as Amanda just stares after her, as the scene fades back to the arena.
Justin: The following is a Bombshell Match, scheduled for one fall, approaching the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, she is making her SCW Return tonight and she is The Queen of the Damned Misty!
Several seconds into the music, the enigmatic figures of Misty and her disciples, fully cloaked in black robes emerge from backstage. Damien, Dante, Sebastian and Zane surround her protectively with Ruby following behind them. They slowly and methodically walk their way to the ring, ignoring the boos from the crowd. Once to the ring, Damien, Dante Sebastian and Zane enter the ring first. Misty waits at the bottom of the steps as Ruby walks past her, joining the brothers in the ring. She sits on the 2nd rope as Misty walks up the steps, then enters the ring with Ruby's assistance. Misty walks to the center of the ring, standing in between her disciples and holds her arms out.
Simone: When Misty disappeared after the brutal match between her and Roxanne she was entirely different from what she was when she returned last week.
Adams: Makes you wonder what happened in the months between now and then, but in any case Misty has a hell of a challenge for her first match back!
Ruby walks up behind her and removes Misty's robe, as their Queen looks around the crowd, smiling sadistically without a care. Misty's disciples bow to their leader, before exiting the ring, standing around the ring in support of their queen, as her music dies down and the lights return
Misty turns and looks in Justin Decent's direction, holding her hand out as if asking for a microphone. Justin Decent is about to hand her the microphone, when Ruby slides into the ring, snatching the microphone from his grasp with a snarl and turns around to face her queen. She kneels before Misty, holding the microphone up to her. Misty shakes her head with a smile, then orders Ruby out of the ring. Ruby obeys, and joins the brothers on the outside of the ring. Misty raises the microphone to her lips, prepared to speak as the crowd boos loudly.
Misty: Silence you ignorant fools! I have something to say!
The crowd boos even louder. On the outside of the ring, Misty's disciples look around angrily, disgusted by the crowds lack of respect towards their Queen.
Misty: Fine, I will just speak over you ungrateful heathens. I'll make it quick, as I have a pretend Goddess to slay shortly, and I do not want to waste precious time addressing such a horrible group of fans. Now, earlier tonight, we all saw the match to determine final participant in the finals for the Bombshell Championship tournament. What a match it was, wouldn't you all agree? I admit I was watching eagerly backstage to see jst who would emerge victorious and go on to face Amanda Cortez and my opponent this evening, Necra Octavian Kane for the Bombshell Championship. I know you all must be equally disappointed as I am that I am not in the running for the title, but I promise you all that sooner or later, the title will return to its rightful home around my waist.
Misty ignores the crowd as they continue to boo her. The brothers and Ruby applaud her on the outside of the ring, smiling and showing support to their Queen.
Misty: But, for now I will allow one lucky Bombshell to hold the spotlight temporarily while I deal with the state of the Bombshell Division. So, I congratulate and send only the best wishes out to Amanda Cortez, Necra Octavian Kane and...
Misty pauses briefly as she thinks about the final participant now vying for the Bombshell Championship. An evil smile grows on her face before she continues.
Misty: Odette Ryder...Yes, I wish them all the best of luck as they go on to fight for the title. I am all too familiar with the power and the glory that being champion gives you. I hope each and every one of these ladies is ready, because the moment that title is in their possession, a target is painted on their back. Odette is already familiar with that fact as you all know, and Odette now has the opportunity to do something only I have the privilage of saying I accomplished so far...becoming a two-time Bombshell Champion.
The crowd cheers as Misty speaks about Odette Ryder, and she looks around the crowd, clapping slowly with a sick smile on her face.
Misty: Yes, let us all applaud Miss Ryder's accomplishments in Sin City Wrestling this year. What an athlete she is! I will most definately be watching that match carefully, and I already know who I will be rooting for, but I shall keep that a secret for now. So, Amanda Cortez, Necra Octavian Kane and...Odette...I wish you all the best of luck as you head into the finals of the tournament. May the best woman prevail.
Misty then tosses the microphone back to Justin Decent as she turns around and waits for Necra to enter and their match to begin.
Soon afterwards the lights in the arena go out, as a golden spotlight goes over the crowd, and comes to stop at the back of the stage, as "Black and Silver" by Xandria begins to play over the speakers.
Justin: And her opponent, from the Isle of the Gods in Greece, she is the Goddess of The Dead Necra Octavian Kane!
A black mist begins to roll over the stage and rampway, as two lines of men and women walk down to the ramp, and line either side, holding flags with a strange symbol on them. At the back of the stage, a golden barge appears with 4 very well built men wearing masks of Anubis, Osiris, Ma'at, and Apep on the four corners. Behind the barge is a man wearing a skull for a mask follows behind. They reach the ring, and the skull faced man moves to the side of the barge, removing the golden death mask from the Goddess of the Dead. She opens her eyes as she is helped up, and heads to the ring, as her followers fall to their knees. She walks up the stairs and steps into the ring. She raises her hands, as flames shoot up from each of the posts, as the lights go up, Misty remains unimpressed by her statuesque opponent whilst the two groups that accompanied the Bombshells remain at ringside.
Adams: Err; do those guys have manager’s licenses?
Simone: You want to be the one to ask them?
Adams: No, I’m good.
Jason says with a nervous gulp as Drew Patton eyes the two groups suspiciously before signaling for the bell to ring, as the bell rings however he leaves the ring and beckons over the groups that accompanied Misty and Necra.
Simone: Is he crazy?!
Adams: I thought that was a requirement to work here?
The groups approach Drew and the cameraman listens in.
Drew: I want no funny business in this match, if even one of you, and I don’t care who’s side you’re on, interferes in the match then you are all going to the back!
The crowd cheers what the ref has to say and the two sides argue over it, the two Bombshells in the ring argue with the ref over it as well but Drew’s not budging an inch, the two sides eventually agree to Drew’s terms which Misty nods in approval off……before being knocked down from behind by Necra.
DING DING DING
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BOMBSHELL MATCH
Simone: I never thought I’d see the day where Misty was outfoxed by her opponent.
Adams: Well this is Necra we’re talking about; she’s been dominant ever since her debut.
Misty’s disciples immediately try to get Drew into the ring where Necra is stomping the living hell out of Misty, Drew eventually does get back into the ring but it’s only when he sees Necra pinning Misty 1…..2…..kickout by Misty.
Simone: Necra had to have known that that wouldn’t keep Misty down for long.
Adams: Yeah but she’s so freakishly strong, just ask the Tattooed Goddesses!
Necra doesn’t waste time arguing with Drew about it instead forcing Misty too her feet, she hooks Misty’s arm and leg up before driving her facefirst into the matt with a Russian Leg Sweep Facebuster, however rather than go another pin she locks in a Boston Crab.
Simone: She may be freakishly strong but she’s surprisingly good at submissions as well.
Adams: It looks like Misty’s experiencing some ring rust, if it weren’t for her match with Roxanne a few months ago I’d bet top dollar that this match would be a lot more even.
Misty tries to get to the ropes and almost makes it, however Necra drags her back to the center of the ring with ease and really sits on Misty’s back, eventually Misty gets a second wind and kicks Necra off of her.
Simone: Misty’s free but Necra’s not down yet.
Adams: I don’t think anyone’s been able to keep her down for long!
Misty leans against the nearest turnbuckle for support by Necra sees this and charges in aiming to hit Misty with a Corner Clothesline, however Misty ducks out of the way just in time sending Necra face first into the turnbuckle, Necra stumbles back into a roll-up by Misty who quickly puts her feet in the ropes 1….2…..Necra powers out of the roll up with enough force to send Misty to the outside.
Simone: Holy…..
Adams: Just how strong IS this woman?!
The camera pans over to Misty who’s facial expression practically screams “You’ve gotta be kidding me?!” as she realizes what just happened, she quickly rolls back into the ring not even giving Drew a chance to count to four and hits a Dropkick on Necra that sends her stumbling back, Misty goes for a another but Necra effortlessly swats her aside.
Simone: Did you see that? Misty’s a veteran and not even she can take Necra down.
Adams: If I where the other Bombshells in the tournament I’d start looking for an excuse to get out of the match!
Necra follows up the failed dropkick attempt with a nasty looking elbow drop and another before she picks up Misty and hits her with a high German Suplex with a bridge, rather than go for a cover though she follows it up with a backlip and another German Suplex and then goes for the cover 1….2…..one of Misty’s followers quickly hops on the apron distracting Drew.
Simone: Didn’t Drew warn them about this?
Adams: I don’t think they care…..hey where’s that Necra follower going with that chair?!
One of Necra’s followers sides in with the chair behind Drew’s back and Necra quickly gets the idea before hoisting up and holding Misty in place, Misty’s follower tries to alert Drew but he isn’t listening……
Simone: This could be curtains for Misty!
The follower swings with the chair…..but Misty ducks at the last second and the chair hits Necra sending her down to one knee, the follower quickly realizes what he’s done but doesn’t get a chance to rectify it as Misty dropkicks him to the outside where the other followers of Necra are, not wasting any time Misty gets a running start and wipes out the remaining Necra followers with a suicide dive.
Simone: That’s one way to deal with an army of managers.
Adams: But Necra isn’t down yet.
Misty quickly gets back on the apron just as her follower finally hops off the apron, she balances herself before leaping……
Simone: DREAM CRUSHER!
Adams: It’s so good to see that……holy crap Necra’s still moving!?
Necra is barely moving and not wasting any time Misty grabs Necra’s arm and……
Simone: I believe she calls that The Queen’s Punishment.
Adams: Can she keep it locked in though?!
Necra tries to power out of it but it’s clear the chairshot has taken a lot out of her, she refuses to tap however instead opting to pass out from the pain.
Justin: The winner via the opponent not being able to continue The Queen of the Damned, Misty!
Simone: Misty wins her return match.
Adams: But look at what she had to do to Kane to get there! I’d be worried if I where the other Bombshells!
Misty quickly rolls out of the ring where she is met by her followers who help her to the back.
Cutting backstage Becky “Ragdoll” Jones is shown walking towards the match line upboard, wearing jeans and a black hooded misfits skull top, the hood pulled over her head obscuring her face slightly, though as she now surveys the board, the look of disgust on her face is clear as she now turns her attention to a member of the backstage crew standing next to the board.
Becky: What the f**k is this sh*t?!? Another week were I don’t get a fight?
Crew Member: Well…Errr Miss Jones, I only write up the list we get from the management and well there is only so much time on the schedule, we simply don’t have the time for everyone to have a match.
He says stumbling over his words slightly as Becky fixes him with a sharp stare, clearly unhappy with the situation and no doubt ready to wrap a steel chair around someone’s skull, as he hopes that it just isn’t him who will be on the receiving end.
Becky: Well this is the second week now I find myself without a fight! Do I look like “Hulk Hogan” to you? The sort of wrestler you pay to just to stay at home than to actually wrestle? F**k no! I came here to fight and one way or another I am going to find myself a fight.
The crew member shuffles his feet as he tries to think of an answer that will not make the situation worse, while Becky now notices the camera crew filming them, as she now turns her attention to the camera.
Becky: What’s the matter huh!?! The SCW management afraid that I am going to damage one of their precious bombshells. Is that why I find myself once more without a fight, for trust me while I might have lost my debut match I have not lost any of my desire to tear things up here.
You see you like everyone else should know three things about me. One I never quit, Two I’m not afraid to bleed and three I will fight anyone anywhere, especially if they think they have the guts to stand toe to toe to me in a match, just look at my first match which I dominated till I got that cheap kick to the teeth! So why doesn’t the management team come down from their ivory tower and find me someone who thinks they have what it takes to face me or I might just have to go and find my own fight and trust me that is something you really don’t want to happen!
She says with a slight sneer as she now take her attention away from the camera crew, as a member of SCW security wearing a black polo shirt bearing the company logo and jeans appears walking down the hall towards her, closely followed by several other members of the security team.
Security: Miss Jones you can’t be here tonight as you have not been scheduled for a match and I have been asked to escort you off the premises.
Becky pauses for a moment as she looks at him, rubbing her jaw in mock concentration as she glances over at the camera for a second flashing a smile.
Becky: Well boys I hope your health care is up to date, as I ain’t going no where until I get my match or at least one of those suits from the top to answer me.
She laughs as the security guard now reaches out an arm to move her, only for Becky to grab his arm suddenly pulling him down hard as she strikes with a rising knee, knocking him down cold, as the other security guards now instinctively swarm her, one particularly burly member grabbing her from behind and lifting her up, causing her legs to flail wildly as she curses them loudly. The guard slightly put off of balance by her kicking swinging her around slightly as one of her flailing legs now knocks the camera to the floor filling the screen with static.
Alexis can be seen preparing herself for a match when suddenly her cell phone lights up as she is receiving a txt message. She grabs her phone as she suddenly sees one sentence appear.
Blood is thicker than water my dear....
Her eyes lit up as she reads it before the shot fades back to darkness
It has been confirmed!
November 11 2012! Las Vegas, Nevada! At the Mandalay Bay Events Center!
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JAYA DE CARLO
SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP FINALS!
Justin Decent: Introducing first, from Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, Blade Alexander!
“Horse” by James Johnson plays as Blade Alexander walks out to boos. Blade walks down the aisle and slides into the ring as the fans continue to shower him with boos. Blades climbs to the second turnbuckle and berates the crowd before hopping down.
Justin Decent: And his opponent, hailing from Atlanta, Georgia…Weighing in at two hundred and fifty-three pounds…Jordan Williams!
“Thugz Passion” by Tupac blasts the system and Jordan Williams walks out to a mixture of cheers and boos. Jordan avoids the fans who have their hands out for him to high five before he climbs onto the apron and into the ring. Jordan climbs onto the middle rope and throws up his double guns pose before jumping down to the mat.
DING DING DING
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SINGLES MATCH
Jordan and Blade circle each other before locking up. Jordan quickly goes behind Blade, while slapping on a wrist lock. Blade searches for an escape before reversing the hold into a go behind wrist lock of his own. Blade then grabs Jordan into a side head lock and then take Jordan over into the mat while still maintaining the side head lock. Blade grinds in the hold as Jordan searches for a reversal. Jordan climbs to one knee with Blade still holding onto the head lock. Jordan hits Blade in the kidneys with a couple of forearm shots as stands up. Blade loosens the headlock just a bit and Jordan shoots him into the ropes. Blade returns and Jordan drops him with a shoulder block. Jordan bounces off the ropes as Blade quickly gets to his feet. As Jordan runs back, Blade goes for a hip toss, but Jordan flips out it in mid air, landing on his feet. Jordan also goes to hip toss Blade, but he too flips out it in mid air, landing on his feet, then both men have the same idea and attempt a drop kick, obviously whiffing. They both get to their feet as the crowd claps for both men.
Simone: Tremendous display of counters and athleticism right there!
Jordan gives Blade a golf clap as they walk to the middle of the ring. Blade pushes Jordan. Jordan responds by pushing him back. Blade again pushes Jordan, then Jordan smacks Blade across the face. Blade then floors Jordan with a hard right hand! Jordan holds his hand up in the air telling Blade to back off as he scoots away to the corner.
Adams: Is Jordan really begging off here?
Blade ignores Jordan and picks him up off the canvas and pushes him into the turnbuckles and starts unloading on Jordan with kicks and punches. Blade then shoots Jordan into the opposite turnbuckles and follows it up with a clothesline. Blade circles back and hits Jordan with another clothesline! Blade once again circles back and drills Jordan with a clothesline! Jordan drops down to the mat and rolls out of the ring holding his throat while calling for a timeout!
Simone: No time outs in wrestling Jordan!
Blade yells at Jordan to get back in the ring. Blade goes to the ropes and sits on the middle rope, holding them open so Jordan can get back in the ring. Jordan tells Blade to get back. Blade backs up a bit as Jordan goes to climb on the apron. Before he’s fully on the apron, Blade knocks Jordan off with a low dropkick! Jordan falls onto the arena floor as Blade climbs out of the ring to follow up on his attack. Blade grabs Jordan and slams him head first into the apron! Blade then grabs Jordan and whips him into the guardrail! Blade then grabs Jordan and throws him back into the ring. Blade rolls into the ring as Jordan is on both knees telling Blade to stop.
Adams: I can’t believe Jordan Williams is doing this!
Blade shakes his head yes and offers Jordan a handshake. Jordan goes to shake his hand, but Blade kicks Jordan in the midsection! Blade picks Jordan up and rocks him with a couple of hard rights to the face, making Jordan fall into the ropes. Blade Irish whips Jordan into the opposite ropes and as Jordan returns, Blade back drops Jordan high into the lights and Jordan comes crashing down hard into the canvas! Jordan bounces up to his feet and Blade floors him with a dropkick! Blade quickly goes for a cover, but Jordan kicks out at one and a half!
Simone: Blade Alexander is looking to upset Jordan Williams!
Blade and Jordan get to their feet and Blade goes to grab Jordan and Jordan thumbs him in the eye!
Adams: Jordan needed to break up that momentum.
Jordan hits Blade with a European uppercut before sending Blade into the mat with an Exploder Suplex. Jordan goes for the cover, but Blade kicks out at two. Jordan complains to the referee, while grabbing Blade by the hair. Jordan whips Blade into the ropes. As Blade comes back, Jordan goes for a move, but Blade hits Jordan with a basement dropkick to the knee!
Simone: Nice move by Blade Alexander!
Jordan holds his knee as Blade gets up with a smug look on his face, while pointing to his head.
Adams: I have to agree, that’s a smart move. Blade obviously knows Jordan has had knee problems in the past.
Blade stomps on Jordan’s knee a few times before grabbing Jordan by the foot. Blade extends Jordan’s leg outward and proceeds to drive knee strike after knee strike into Jordan’s hurt knee. Jordan yells out in agony as Blade drives a couple of more knee strikes into knee.
Adams: Alexander is a great technician who obviously did his homework by attacking the knees of Jordan Williams.
Blade drags Jordan near the ropes and drapes Jordan’s foot on the bottom rope and then uses the middle rope to spring into the air and he crashes down right on the knee of Jordan Williams! Jordan crawls into the center of the ring as Blade Alexander mocks Jordan! Blade stomps on Jordan’s knee some more before grabbing it and doing a short Dragon Screw leg whip! Blade quickly gets up and slaps on a figure four leg lock in the center of the ring!
Simone: Blade Alexander is looking for a submission, I think he might have done enough damage!
Jordan screams out in pain as Blade really cinches in the hold. Jordan tries to reach the ropes, but he’s too far away. After a few moments in the hold, Jordan starts scooting towards the ropes. Just as he’s about to grab them, Blade scoots back to the center of the ring!
Adams: Oh wow! I think Blade might have won the match with that! I don’t know much longer Jordan can stay in the figure four!
Blade has a huge smile on his face as he continues to cinch the hold in even more. Jordan starts fighting to turn the hold over. Blade fights back equally not to turn over. The two men fight for position before Jordan flips the figure four over and is now lying on his stomach, putting pressure on Blade Alexander! Blade lets go of the hold and gets to his feet favoring his knee just a bit. Jordan slowly gets to his feet by using the ropes to help himself up. Jordan stands in the middle of the ring trying not to put too much weight on his leg when Blade comes charging at Jordan with a clothesline. Jordan sees this and hits Blade’s arm with a clothesline!
Simone: Wow! I don’t think I’ve seen that before!
Jordan grabs Blade in a full nelson.
Adams: ATL Crusher!
Blade violently thrusts his arms in a downward motion, breaking the full nelson, but Jordan traps Blade’s arms at his waist and drills Blade into the mat with a trapped German suplex! Jordan bridges it into a pin, but can’t hold up all the weight.
Simone: Nice counter by Jordan! He tried to bridge it, but his leg couldn’t handle the pressure and all that weight!
Jordan gets to his feet slowly as does Blade. Jordan rocks Blade with a hard knife edge chop. Jordan hits again with a chop, knocking Blade back into the ropes. Jordan whips Blade across the ring into the opposite ropes. As soon as Blade bounces off the ropes, Jordan nails him with a flying forearm and immediately does a kip up, while favoring his knee.
Simone: Jordan’s finally putting together a string of moves, may this be the end for Blade Alexander?
Jordan grabs Blade and body slams him into the mat. Jordan then leaps to the top rope in one fluid motion and throws up his double guns pose. Jordan then comes flying off the top rope with a perfect swanton bomb, crushing Blade Alexander. Jordan hooks a leg as the referee drops down to count.
Adams: Hotlanta, it’s over!
1!
2!!
3!!
NO! NO! NO! Blade Alexander gets his shoulder up at the last second!
Simone: Oh my god! Blade just kicked out of the Hotlanta!!!
A look of disbelief comes over Jordan’s face.
Adams: I don’t remember the last time someone kicked out of that move!
Simone: The look on Jordan’s face tells the story! Blade Alexander is showing some fight!
The fans in the arena are clapping as Jordan goes to pick Blade up, but Blade wraps Jordan up in a small package!
1!
2!!
Jordan kicks out!
Simone: Oh was that close to an upset!
Adams: Was it ever!
Both Blade and Jordan get to their feet and Blade drops Jordan with a dropkick! Blade picks Jordan up and whips him into the ropes. As Jordan returns, Blade floors Jordan with a jumping back elbow! Blade goes for the cover, but Jordan kicks out at two! Blade complains to the referee about a slow count, as he stands up. Blade then waits for Jordan to get to his feet. As Jordan stands up and turns around, Blade nails Jordan in the gut with a boot and then goes for The Final Cut, but Jordan spins out it. As Blade turns around, Jordan floors him with a hard hitting lariat! Jordan goes for the cover
1!
2!!
Blade kicks out again at two!
The crowd lets out a collective AHHHH and start clapping for an amazing display of wrestling!
Simone: What a match! Jordan Williams cannot put Blade Alexander away!
Jordan picks Blade up and whips him into the turnbuckles. Jordan comes flying in with a Stinger Splash, but Blade moves out of the way. As Jordan turns around holding his face, Blade grabs Jordan and drills him into the mat with a Northern Lights Suplex! Blade holds it for the pin.
1!
2!!
3!!!
NO! NO! NO! Jordan gets his shoulder up at the last second!
Adams: WOW! I thought Blade Alexander had Jordan beaten! This is tremendous!
Blade wastes no time in picks Jordan up. Blade slaps on a full nelson and attempts his version of the ATL Crusher!
Simone: What!?
But Jordan wiggles out of it, kicks Blade in the gut and goes his own version of the Final Cut!
Adams: Trying to steal each others moves!
But Blade sweeps Jordan’s legs out from underneath him and flips over for a bridging pin!
1!
2!!
Jordan kicks out!
Simone: This is a great display of counters and reversals!
Blade and Jordan get to their feet and Blade chops Jordan across the chest! Jordan returns the favor and chops Blade across the chest! The two men start exchanging chops and the fans are going nuts! As Jordan goes for another chop, Blade kicks Jordan in the knee. Blade then floors Jordan with a thrust kick. Blade goes for a cover, Jordan kicks out again at two! Blade gets up and begins to pick Jordan up off the mat. As Jordan is on his knees, Jordan pulls the referee into himself and Blade and Jordan nails Blade with a low blow!
Simone: Jordan is sinking to new lows here tonight. This is despicable!
Adams: He’s doing what he has to do! Blade Alexander would do the same thing!
With Blade doubled over holding his groin, Jordan quickly gets up, bounces off the ropes and as Blade stands up right, Jordan slams Blade into the mat with a running float over neck breaker drop!
Adams: 2G4U!
Jordan gets to his feet and quickly leaps to the top rope and comes flying off with a high impact frog splash!
Adams: High Fly Flow!
Jordan hooks both legs
1!
2!!
3!!!
Simone: What a great match! Jordan Williams had to pull out all the stops to get that win!
Adams: Ladies and gentlemen, a new star has just been made! Blade Alexander hung with Jordan throughout this entire match! He has earned a ton of respect here tonight!
Blade gets to his knees holding his ribs in the middle of the ring. Jordan comes over to him and gives Blade a quick hand shake before climbing out of the ring.
The camera cuts backstage to spot Spike Staggs stepping out of the office with the door marked with the emblem "Staff". He turns as one of the SCW co-owners, Christian Underwood, stands in the door frame.
Christian: Don't worry about it, okay? I'll take care of everything.
Spike nods and offers his hand to Christian who accepts it slowly and shakes it in good faith.
Spike: I know you will. Thanks.
Christian nods as Spike turns and walks off, disappearing down the hallway. Christian turns and sees a stagehand and beckons him over.
Christian: Go tell Stoner that I need to see him as soon as he can get here.
Stagehand: Right away Mister Underwood.
The stagehand hurries off and Christian exhales a sharp breath through pursed lips before closing the door behind him.
November 11 2012! Las Vegas, Nevada! At the Mandalay Bay Events Center!
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ANYTHING GOES - NO DISQUALIFICATION!
The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see Ms. Rocky Mountains standing by besides “Primetime” Matthew Kennedy and his manager “Big and Large” Marty McFarge, Marty is his usual smug self while Matthew is clearly angry.
Ms Rocky Mountains: I’m here with former Roulette Champion Matthew Kennedy who has requested this interview time to address the controversial ending to last week’s main event where he challenged for the SCW Heavyweight Championship against Nick Jones, Matthew, if it weren’t for the Entourage…..
Kennedy: You mean the bunch of idiots that Jones hides behind every time he’s in danger of losing his title?! The whole bloody world knows that if it weren’t for them I would be holding the SCW Heavyweight title!
Ms Rocky Mountains: Well…..that’s up for opinion……. x
Kennedy: Are you bloody dense or does Christian and Mark actually pay you because the only talents you have are on your chest?!
The crowd boos that statement and Rocky looks like she’s about to slap Matthew for the statement, before she can even think about doing that Marty intervenes.
McFarge: My apologies tuts, Matthew is under a lot of stress right now, now Matthew can we please get to why you asked for this interview in the first place?!
Matthew wastes no time in snatching the microphone from Ms. Rocky Mountains’ hands and stares straight into the camera.
Kennedy: Jones, you may have won the battle but the war has just begun, I want a bloody rematch and I will personally ensure that those idiots you drag around with you won’t interfere in the match! My name is “Prime Time” Matthew Kennedy and very soon Jones your title reign will be cancelled.
Matthew shoves the microphone into Rocky’s hands before he and Marty walk off camera.
Simone: Strong words from Kennedy.
Adams: But what did he mean by “personally ensure that the Entourage won’t interfere”?
Simone: Okay we understand Christian Underwood is backstage with Stoner Scott Oliver with some big news concerning High Stakes II coming up in November. Stoner? Are you there?
Cut to the backstage area where outside of the Staff office door, Stoner Scott Oliver is standing beside Christian Underwood. Stoner scratches the back of his head.
Stoner: Well it had better be me, or else I'm wearing the wrong underwear.
Christian rubs the bridge of his nose and shakes his head in mock dismay.
Christian: Christ, I knew I should have asked for Pussy.
Stoner turns and looks incredulously at Christian, then at the camera.
Stoner: You heard it here first! from me! Christian Underwood is a closeted heterosexual!
Simone: Stoner!
Stoner: Yo!
Simone: Christian Underwood has an announcement to make?
Stoner: You mean that wasn't it?
Christian looks up, taking his head from his hand and rolls his eyes.
Christian: I can assure you it was not.
Stoner: Daaaaamn! I coulda made CNN Washington correspondent with a scoop that big!
Simone: Scott! Forget your pipe dreams, if you'll pardon the pun! Christian's announcement?
Stoner: Patience babe! I'm getting to it!
Stoner clears his throat and puts on his best (and by best we mean not very good) serious, business face and turns to Christian.
Stoner: You had something to say Hoss, er, Boss?
Christian rubs his temples before opening his eyes and looking to first Stoner.
Christian: Yes...
He then looks at the camera.
Christian: This concerns a few subjects, but ones that are all tied together. High Stakes II, our next Supercard event in Las Vegas. The SCW Heavyweight Championship. And mostly, how things have been running here concerning that very title. You see, I think we all saw my friend and colleague, Mark Ward's little rant last week. He's stepping out in front of everyone, reminding them that he's in charge. that he's the boss. But he's forgotten one very important little detail. That's the fact that he's not the ONLY one around here who's in charge. He's not the only other boss here who can make judgement calls and snap decisions. He's not the only one who can come out here and make a decision and stand by it, and I think you know who I'm referring to.
Stoner nods.
Stoner:Who?
Christian groans audibly.
Christian: .... Me! Sin City Wrestling is a joint venture between Mark and myself, and he seems to forget that I have as much say in decisions around here as he does. Now don't get me wrong. There are no hard feelings between Mark and myself. Never has been, and I hope there never will be. Mark is one of my closest friends in this sport. But Mark's also got this thing where he lets his friends influence some of his choices and he's been showing just a hint of favoritism towards them. Mostly where Nick Jones and the SCW Heavyweight Championship is concerned. It was not that long ago where probably the single most biased call towards Nick was made when Nick's own cousin accidentally bumped into him and Mark came out here and actually disqualified Spike Staggs for it! I was sitting backstage and couldn't believe what I was seeing! It was pretty obvious to me that it was done for one sole purpose; to save and protect Nick Jones and his title. People have been asking me why didn't I speak out. Why didn't I get out there and do something. Well, the simple answer is because I have tried to remain as inconspicuous from the screen as possible. I think the wrestlers, not the staff, should be taking center stage on the shows.
Christian sighs and shrugs.
Christian: But unfortunately, in cases like that, staying out of sight is not always an option and sometimes staff have to step up and make their voices heard. So, I'm here to tell everyone, especially our esteemed Heavyweight Champion, that the *other* boss here in Sin City Wrestling has made an official decision. High Stakes II is coming up here in just a few short weeks, and I am going to correct a recent wrong doing. Nick Jones? I know you're watching buddy! As are you Mark. In the Main Event of High Stakes II, it's going to be Nick defending the SCW Heavyweight Championship in a return match against ... Spike Staggs!
The crowd in the building explodes into cheers!
Christian: You heard me right guys! Nick Jones defends the Heavyweight Championship against Spike Staggs, but oh there's more! Nick, I saw your match against Primetime last week. if any -- *any* -- of your buddies decides to interfere in this one? Not only will they be fired from Sin City Wrestling, but you will be disqualified and the championship will be awarded to Spike!
Stoner blinks.
Stoner: The title will change hands on a DQ?
Christian nods.
Christian: Oh you can bet Mark's tight ass it will! Nick is an awesome wrestler and doesn't need to pull these tricks to hold onto his championship, but for simplicity's sake, he tends to do it anyway. This time, there's going to be no excuses. Nick is going to meet Spike on his own, or else he's going to end up a former champion. End of story.
Christian then salutes Stoner and steps back into the office and closes the door behind him. Stoner suddenly jerks and looks around.
Stoner: Whoa! Did you hear that? That was Nick Jones cussing Christian out from wherever he's watching right now!
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SCW ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, residing in New York, New York, standing at 6 feet 4 inches, and weighing in at 239 pounds… he is… GOTH!!!
Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress. Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and he stares across the booing crowd, seeming to be very pleased with their response.
Justin Decent: And his opponent… Residing in Miami, Florida, standing at 6 feet 7 inches, and weighing in at 270 pounds… He is your Roulette Champion… 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 silver pyro comes from the turnbuckles. He stands down as the tron shows a backstage image of Ms. Rocky Mountains standing next to the Roulette Wheel with a smile on her face and a microphone in hand. Ms. Rocky Mountains: Alright ladies and gentlemen. It is time to decide the stipulation for the Roulette Championship Match! Are you ready, gentlemen?
Ms Rocky Mountains gives the wheel a spin, watching closely as the ball quickly flashes past options such as “Lights Out”, “Cage”, and “Inferno” which have yielded successful matches in the past. When the wheel slows down, it stops on…
Ms. Rocky Mountains: A LUMBERJACK MATCH? Oh well, let’s bring them out!
Argento and Goth both turn their attention over to the stage as the lights flash wildly. The fans cheer as Hope Heelcum, Vaughn Andrews, and Casey Williams walk out onto the stage. Their cheers turn to boos as Primetime Matthew Kennedy, James Huntington Hawkes, and Gene Banton Jr soon follow. The six men surround the ring, each one looking at the other with a bit of fire in their eyes. Once they have settled in, the referee steps to the center of the ring, looking to both the champion and the challenger before raising his hands into the air, calling for the bell.
Simone: What a way to spice up an already intense battle between Goth and Argento than to add some of the top challengers in the division at ringside? This couldn’t be any more exciting!
Adams: I agree with you, Belinda. All six of the… men… on the outside have got their sights set on the gold too, I would imagine. It is a great way to scope out the competition.
DING! DING! DING!
VS 
ROULETTE TITLE MATCH
Argento charges at Goth, trying to catch him off guard when he suddenly turns around and ducks, picking Argento up and flipping him over the top rope. He turns around in a sort of celebration when Argento steadies his feet on the apron. As Goth turns around, Argento hits a shoulder butt to Goth’s stomach. Goth hammers back at him, but Argento keeps steady with another shoulder butt. He grabs onto Goth’s neck and drops down with a guillotine across the top rope, landing on his knees. Goth grabs onto his throat and turns around when Argento gets back into the ring. He grabs onto Goth and sends him against the ropes. He ducks down to lift Goth with a Back Body Drop, but Goth slides down on one knee and jabs Argento in the throat. Argento stumbles backward and Goth lifts him up into an Atomic Drop.
Simone: Both men are taking it to each other right out of the pen. This one is gaining heat quickly.
Adams: The other six men are chomping at the bit to get in on the action as Gene Jr, Primetime, and Hawkes are all pounding the mat in frustration as the men are leaving it in the middle of the ring.
As Argento reels from the last maneuver, Goth picks him up for a slow, yet steady Sidewalk Slam. Goth looks down at Argento rolling on the mat and he picks him up. He gladly tosses Argento to the outside where he is quickly mauled by Hawkes, Primetime, and Gene Jr. They stomp away at him as the referee warns them. Hawkes picks him up and Primetime and Gene lay in punches and stomps until Hawkes single-handedly rolls him back into the ring. He dusts his hands off as Casey starts chasing him around the ring. Hope blows a kiss over to Primetime, waving coyly at him, making him shutter in response.
Simone: A little bit of residual admiration coming from Hope Heelcum after her battle with Primetime is very evident here.
Adams: And a little bit of residual disgust radiating from Primetime in response, I see…
Goth picks up the fallen Argento, but he shoves the dark one back by sheer surprise. He holds him back at arms length and throws a hard right to the center of Goth’s forehead. Primetime reaches into the ring and trips up Argento. The referee warns him as Gene Jr climbs onto the opposite side of the ring. He tries to get in, but Argento flings Goth into him, knocking the second generation star to the mat. As Goth rebounds off the ropes, he lifts him up for a Spinebuster, but Goth catches him with a poke to the eye. Argento holds his eye and goes for a blind punch that knocks Goth back a few feet, but Goth lands a stiff kick to Argento’s left knee, taking him down to a kneeling position. Goth then grabs him by the hair and punches him in the face with three swift blows, following them up with a hard punt to Argento’s chin. The audience groans in agony for Argento.
Adams: I felt that all the way over here so you know that had to smart.
Simone: Taunting this early in the match when it can go either way is a bad move by Goth. We haven’t seen enough of Argento, but what I do know is that he is willing to do whatever it takes to secure this win and keep hold of his championship.
Goth stalks Argento, but he lets his guard up for just a second too long as Argento takes him down with a swift leg sweep. He rolls over and locks the ankle, wrenching it as he quickly stomps away at Goth’s left knee. Holding onto the leg, he drops down and wrenches the knee further.
Simone: It looks like Argento did his homework on Goth, targeting his left knee.
Adams: Once a body part is injured, it is never the same again.
Goth grunts, but the pain doesn’t show in his face. He crawls slowly toward the ropes, inch by inch. Argento tries to drag him back to the center, but it is too late. Goth has a hold of the ropes, and he refuses to give in, even though Argento won’t let go. The referee warns him, but he shakes his head in refusal, so the referee begins shouting out a count.
1!...2!...3!...4!...
Adams: Argento almost refusing to let go, gives in at the last possible second to avoid a disqualification. Smart man.
Argento lets up, but then he picks Goth up and sends him flying to the outside where Casey, Hope, and Vaughn all take their turn stomping on Goth. After the three work him over a bit, Casey picks Goth up into a Military Press Slam position and sends him flying back into the ring through the middle rope. It isn’t long before Argento goes back to the left knee, stomping away at it. However, Goth kicks him in the knee. Goth stands up, limping a bit. He hits a swift and powerful uppercut to Argento’s throat, sending him back a bit. Goth bounces off of the ropes, and Argento forces him to a stop, but Goth drives a hard knee into his stomach. He lays an elbow to his back, driving him down to one knee before sending him across the ring with a hard Irish Whip. As he comes back, Goth picks him up and spins for a picture perfect Spinebuster.
Adams: Goth almost broke the ring with that one! Did you see that?
Simone: Even if I didn’t I could feel the impact all the way over here.
Goth sizes up Argento and drops down with a hard fist drop. He lays over him, pinning him down with every bit of strength.
1!
2!
Kickout!
Argento gets a shoulder up. Goth slowly gets up, dragging Argento with him. As he does, he sets him up for a Snap Suplex, but Argento hooks his leg around Goth’s, stopping it. Goth smacks him in the side with a hard jab and then knocks him with a head butt before trying again. This time, he is successful as Argento collides with the mat hard, yet again. On the outside, Hawkes has shared a few words with Vaughn, and when Andrews goes to strike the young one, he surprises us all with a Spinning Heel Kick to Vaughn. He gets up and points to the downed Vaughn, very pleased with himself. Goth leans down toward Argento, but he smacks him across the face, stunning Goth. Argento gets up, and goes to toss Goth into the ropes, but Goth reverses it. As Argento comes off of the ropes, Goth goes for a hard clothesline, but he ducks it. Goth follows after him this time, but Argento drops down, holding the top rope and Goth stumbles over them, falling hard to the outside.
Simone: There is Argento, thinking on his feet again. That might have really paid off for him.
Adams: He’s setting up for something risky here, and it might NOT pay off.
Argento watches as Goth slowly moves on the ground outside. Hope Heelcum backs up once she sees the referee is watching her, holding her hands up innocently. Argento steps through the ropes, looking down at Goth, waiting for his mark. As soon as Goth is on his knees, Argento lands a hard legdrop to the outside! The ref starts his count.
1!
2!
Argento gets up and picks Goth up along with him. He sends him flying into the ring steps, crashing hard. He doesn’t give up there as he charges in with a running shoulder block.
3!
4!
Goth does his best with a weary chop, but Argento returns with one of his own. He turns Goth around and begins repeatedly smashing his head into the steps.
Adams: It looks like Argento isn’t just out for a victory. He’s out for Goth’s blood tonight.
Simone: It seems like he is trying to send a strong message to management about how badly he wants to keep the Roulette Championship around his waist.
5!
6!
Goth stops one by planting his foot against the ring steps, smashing a hard elbow into Argento’s face, and then he cracks him with another to the rib. He grabs Argento’s head and slams it against the steps. Casey Williams comes over as if he is about to get involved somehow until he sees Casey Williams stalking toward him. The referee warns them about being too rough before continuing his count.
7!
8!
Argento ducks a clothesline from Hawkes, and slides in under the ropes in hopes of getting an easy count out victory as Goth tries to make it into the ring to save himself.
Adams: Hey, a win is a win, no matter how you get it… And a great way to make sure you keep your title.
9!
Goth slides back in the ring, just in the nick of time. Argento meets him with a hard bicycle kick before Goth can even return to his feet. He lays in a couple of kicks before leaning down to set up a Surfboard Stretch. Goth struggles to escape it, and crawls away before Argento can hook the arms. On the outside, Hope jumps onto the back of Gene Jr. Instead of looking as if she is trying to hurt him, she just holds on like he is a bucking bronco while Junior tries knocking her off.
Simone: Both men are starting to feel the effects of their battle. Argento lost a perfect opportunity for a submission victory right there.
Adams: Does it count as a chick fight when Hope Heelcum is involved?
Goth crawls up the corner, dragging himself to a standing position, only to have his foot grabbed by Casey from the outside. He turns around and looks at Casey, the two men engaging in a wicked staredown. Argento comes crashing hard with a body splash that sends Goth crumbling back to the floor. Argento picks Goth up slowly and then ties up with Goth. The crowd cheers as he steadies himself against a still Goth.
Adams: The Argento Silverbomb!
Simone: It looks like it’s over here. Goth is out, and the fans are really rallying behind Argento.
Argento leaps off, only for Goth to roll out of the way at the last possible second. Argento crashes hard against the mat, rolling a few feet away. He rolls around a bit, trying to catch his breath as Goth pulls himself up against the ropes. The crowd boos as Goth stalks Argento from afar. He steadies his hand as what might be construed as a smile spreads across his lips slowly. He slowly lessens the distance between himself and Argento, who has lifted up onto his hands and knees. Goth grabs onto his arm and drags him up to his feet. He wraps him into a Cobra Clutch position.
Simone: The Gothic Dream! Argento is fighting it, but Goth almost has it… It’s locked on!
Adams: That’s a painful maneuver, and about impossible to get out of. He’s refusing to tap, but if he doesn’t get out soon, it won’t matter.
The referee waits for a tap out, as he clinches his fist tightly. The audience waits in anticipation as Argento resists tapping. His eyes flutter as his struggling slows down. Goth keeps it locked on solid, and the ref checks on him, lifting up his arm and it drops. He throws up a finger and shouts “ONE!” He lifts it up slowly again, and it drops once again. “TWO!” He makes sure the audience sees it before lifting the arm one more time. He lets it linger for a second before dropping it one last time. “THREE!”
DING! DING! DING!
Justin Decent: Your winner as a result of a Knock Out, and NEW SCW Roulette Champion…GOTH!!!
Goth quickly grabs his championship belt from the referee and slides out of the ring. He starts to celebrate, but he is quickly surrounded by the six lumberjacks. They each have the same idea as they close in on Goth. Gene goes for the cheap shot on Goth, but he ducks it and the clothesline connects with Casey, but it barely moves him. Casey goes for a chop, but it connects with Hope’s chest as Gene backs away. This causes a sort of uproar as all six men begin brawling with each other. Goth stands there, a little confused, but he simply shrugs and walks off, leaving the men to brawl.
November 11 2012! Las Vegas, Nevada! At the Mandalay Bay Events Center!
vs 
SCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
The camera goes backstage to see Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Jordan Williams holding beer bottles in their hand as they stand by a nearby monitor
HS: Seriously, I thought Blade had ya
Jordan shakes his head
Jordan: Nah bro, I had him. He was just a tough son of a bitch to put away.
HS: He was kicking your arse for a while
Jordan: But I had him under control, but bro, wouldn't worry about me, Christian seems to be stretching the ol' staff arm
Hot Stuff takes a sip of beer
HS: Yeah, yeah, Christian is doing some talking but fuck that, still my playground, I'll show that, but Christian don't worry me. Let's put this whole thing in important terms, I'm the boss, Christian is always my bitch, but more important things, who's your money on for the main?
Jordan: Nick and Tom
Hot Stuff holds the beer bottle in place on his lips and raises an eyebrow
HS: Nah, my money's on Spike and Casey
Jordan: Wanna bet on that one?
HS: Yeah, why not
Hot Stuff reaches in to his back pocket and pulls out a wad of bank notes
Jordan: I can match that
Jordan reaches in to his back pocket and matches Hot Stuff's bank notes
HS: We need a closer look at the action
Jordan nods in agreement as the camera jumps back to Justin Decent in the ring.
Goth can be seen after his match with his championship belt once again over his shoulder. His face is calm as he is staring at it for a few moments.
Goth: What I did to you today was nothing, just a warning what could happen in the Triple Threat. You think I would let you be champion for anytime longer Argento? Fuck no, this was just like I said a warning what I truly can do. At the PPV, I will break you!!!
Goth suddenly stops mid sentence as he sees someone approaching him, he then pushes the camera down to the floor. It falls on his side as we see him walk off with a pair of legs from a female before the scene fades to darkness
The arena lights go dark as a British voice is heard saying "You Are About To Be Cancelled", as the last word is said the opening riff to "You Got Another Thing Comin'" by Judas Priest hits the arena speakers and Matthew struts down to the ring with Marty McFarge by his side, once he reaches the ringside area, he strolls around to the commentary table, taking a seat and placing a headset on as Marty stands next to him
Simone: Looks like we're being joined here by Matthew Kennedy and Marty McFarge. What do we owe the pleasure?
Kennedy: Do I need to give a reason? This match interests me. I have a long history with Casey Williams and last week, Nick Jones stole a win from me, this one is not over.
Justin: The following contest is your main event of the evening and is a tag team match, introducing first, weighing in at three hundred and seventy pounds, from Nashua, NH, he is the freight train of pain, Casey Williams!
As the screeching call of insanity of "All Aboard" hits the speakers, Casey Williams comes out, with the intense look in his face. As the guitar riff plays, Casey walks down the ramp, pauses, pyros go off behind him.
"Crazy,but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train"
Then Casey climbs up the apron and over the top rope into the ring, and gives and angry yell.
Justin: And introducing his partner, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, from St Louis, MO he is former NWA World Champion, Spike Staggs!
"GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!"
The lights go completely black, as white strobes flash on the stage. A red spotlight shines on the curtains as "Madness" by DJ Nade plays. Once the music picks up, Spike shoves the curtains aside, and walks out onto the stage. He smiles at the fans, who cheer, as he points out across the audience. His smile fades as he dashes down to the ring, sliding in underneath the ropes. The lights fade back on as Spike goes to the furthest turnbuckle, giving a pose before leaping off to land on his feet. He bounces between the ropes as he waits for his opponents
Justin: And their opponents, introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, from Dudelyville, CA, he is Tom Dudely!
“Indestructible” by Disturbed starts to play throughout the arena. Tom Dudely walks out to the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos. Tom acknowledges the crowd with a sneer before starting down the ramp. He keeps his gaze on the ring, not giving the crowd the satisfaction of additional acknowledgement. Once at the ring, Tom climbs up the steps and wipes his feet on the ring apron before climbing between the ropes.
Justin: And his partner, being accompanied to the ring by The Entourage, weighing in at two hundred and fifty one pounds, from Los Angeles, CA, he is the reigning SCW heavyweight champion, he is 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.
DING DING DING!
VS 
MAIN EVENT TAG TEAM MATCH
Tom and Casey start off in the ring, Spike and Nick both exiting. Both men move close to each other but Tom plants an elbow to Casey's eye unexpectedly, stumbling Casey back against the ropes. Tom immediately jumps in towards Casey and starts to pound him with heave shots to the face. Casey lifts a hand up and pushes Tom away, but Tom quickly jumps back in towards him again, throwing more shots towards Casey's face. Tom grabs Casey by the head and runs him face first along the top rope, wiping his eyes on them. Tom pulls Casey away towards the center of the ring and kicks him in the back of the leg before hooking him up in a front face lock and dropping him with a short DDT. Tom looks around the fans with an arrogant smirk on his face and casually rolls Casey on to his back, dropping down for the cover
1...
Casey powers out
Kennedy: Is that Dudely guy an idiot? You can't beat a man like Casey Williams with one DDT. You need to hit him over and over again like I did!
Tom gets back to his feet and stomps on Casey's huge chest before moving over to Casey's head, picking the much larger man to his feet. Tom kicks him in the gut and steps back. Tom puts his hand on Casey's back and jumps in the air, placing his leg on Casey's neck and dropping him down with a famasser. Casey lands hard face first and Tom gets to his feet, stomping again on Casey as he walks past. Tom moves towards the corner of the ring and jumps up the turnbuckle, looking down at Casey as he dives off with a frog splash, landing hard across Casey's chest. Tom stays on top and Jasmine St John drops down for the cover.
1...
2....
Casey kicks out
Adams: Is that the way to keep him down?
Kennedy: Did he get the three count? No, so obviously not. You might be English Jason, but you've been in America too long, you've become one of them.
Tom pulls Casey to his feet but Casey throws a wild headbutt, catching Tom on the head and knocking him down to the ground to the cheer of the fans. Casey shakes his head and Tom rolls on to his knees, getting back on to his feet. As Tom returns to his feet, Casey takes him down with a huge wild clothesline, almost taking his head off his shoulders. The fans cheer as Casey stands next to the fallen Tom and puts a foot on his chest, stepping over the smaller man. Casey stops, turns around and steps over Tom again, putting all his weight on Tom's chest. Casey reaches down and wraps two large hands around Tom's throat and just pulls him up, lifting him above his head before tossing him across the ring. Tom lands hard and scrambles with his back to the ropes while sitting down, but Casey moves in and grabs Tom by the ankles. Tom grabs the middle rope but Casey pulls Tom and slams him down as his grip on the middle rope loosens. Casey drops down on Tom for the cover
1...
2....
Tom kicks out
Simone: Casey showing his agressive side.
Kennedy: Casey only has an agressive side
Casey reaches down and pulls Tom to his feet but Nick moves in to the ring. The referee turns to face Nick and Tom kicks Casey low and hard
Adams: Low blow!
Tom grabs Casey's head and pulls him over towards Nick Jones, slamming Casey's head in to the turnbuckle and tagging in Nick.
Simone: Heavyweight champion and all around douche bag in the ring.
Kennedy: I should be the heavyweight champion right now.
Adams: And the all around douche bag part?
Kennedy growls towards Jason as Nick takes control in the ring, smashing Casey's head in to the turnbuckle. Nick pulls Casey away and drops him with a huge uppercut. Casey falls to the ground and Nick stomps on him before pulling him back to his feet. Nick slides to the side of Casey and hooks him up, slamming him backwards with a Russian leg sweep. Casey crashes hard and Nick rolls to his side, resting his elbow on the canvas and his hand on his chin, posing for the fans.
Kennedy: This isn't some posing contest Jones, it's a wrestling match.
Nick gets back to his feet and looks towards Kennedy, smirking at him before turning back to Casey, putting his boot on the back of Casey's head and pressing it in to the canvas.
Simone: Unique move from Nick.
Nick pulls Casey back to his feet and nails Casey with a quick shot, followed by a second. Nick lifts Casey chin, kisses him own fist and drops Casey with a third.
Adams: Three punch combo.
Kennedy: Do you know why he only has a three punch combo?
Adams: Why?
Kennedy: Cause he can only count up to three.
Nick goes for the cover
1...
2....
Casey kicks out
Adams: Casey might need to tag out soon.
Kennedy: Aren't you clever?
Adams: Yes I am.
Nick pulls Casey to his feet but Casey cuts him off with an elbow to the gut. Nick wraps Casey in a side headlock, but Casey lifts Nick off his feet in to a belly to back suplex. Casey crawls towards his corner, but Nick grabs hold of his legs. Casey rolls on to his back and blasts Nick with a kick in the face before reaching out and tagging in Spike as the crowd go crazy.
Simone: Spike Staggs is in the ring!
Spike waits for Nick to stand up, and as he does, Spike charges, taking Nick back off his feet and slamming hard shots to his face and head, throwing huge lefts and rights to Nick's face. Nick kicks Spike off and scrambles to his feet but Spike charges towards him. Nick ducks a clothesline attempt but Spike stops directly behind him and spins around, just waiting on Nick to turn around. Nick raises an eyebrow and spins around with a tornado punch, but Spike ducks it and jumps in the air, grabbing Nick's head and spinning around with a standing tornado DDT, dropping Nick's head in to the canvas. Spike stands up to the cheer of the fans and moves towards the turnbuckle, quickly scrambling on the second rope and jumping off with a flying legdrop, catching Nick across the neck. Spike goes for the cover.
1...
2....
Nick kicks out
Adams: Spike's on fire
Kennedy: Yet still not as good as me.
Simone: Spike would probably argue that one.
Spike pulls Nick to his feet, throwing jabs towards the heavyweight champions head. Nick stumbles away from Spike but Spike grabs Nick by the head and throws him in to the turnbuckle. The fans instantly start to boo.
Simone: Why are they here?
At the top of the ramp, Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Jordan Williams appear, both men holding chairs. They open the chairs and sit down at the top, looking down at the ring. Both men pull out money, and Hot Stuff points towards Spike, but Jordan shakes his head, pointing towards Nick.
Adams: It looks like they're betting on a winner or something
Kennedy: Someone should tell the boss to bet on me if he wants to make money.
Spike looks out at Hot Stuff and Jordan, causing a distraction long enough for Nick to grab Spike's head and hook him up in a reverse DDT position, Nick swings and and nails Spike with a swinging reverse neckbreaker!
Simone: Unintentional distraction from Hot N Sexy there.
On the ramp, Hot Stuff hands over a bill to Jordan while Nick leans down on Spike, catching him with a right hand before getting to his feet, pulling Spike up with him. Nick hooks Spike up and lifts him over with a thunderous T bone suplex, sending Spike flying across the ring. Nick walks over to Spike and lifts up his legs, crossing one over the other.
Adams: I think Nick is going for the So Damn Good here.
Nick tries to roll Spike over but Spike uses amazing strength to lift himself up in a sit up and punch Nick Jones right between the eyes, forcing him to drop Spike. Spike gets to his feet as Nick tries to clear the cobwebs and runs towards him but Nick lifts him up and nails Spike with a spinebuster! Nick pulls Spike towards his corner and tags in Tom. Tom looks down at Spike with anger in his eyes.
Simone: Spike has brought on a lot of hate lately.
Kennedy: SCW is full of hate. It's a good thing. What's the point of all this lovey dovey crap in a wrestling federation. It's bad enough there's so many love stories, this is a wrestling company, not Eastenders
Simone: Eastenders?
Adams: English soap opera, I never miss an episode!
Kennedy: Why am I not suprised?
Tom climbs to the top rope, looking down with hate and anger in his eyes as he flies off with a huge shooting star press, landing hard across the chest of Spike. Tom doesn't try to pin, he sits up, holding Spike by the throat and punching him with his free hand. Nick moves towards Casey, throwing an insult at the big man, forcing him in to the ring. Jasmine St John stops Casey, as Tom illegally puts an elbow in Spike's throat.
Adams: The referee is distracted and not seeing what's going on here.
Tom puts Spike's head and neck over the bottom rope and Nick steps outside the ring. Tom walks over to Casey, keeping him in the ring with more words and Nick puts his foot on Spike's neck and crushes it across the bottom rope.
Simone: Come on ref, look behind you.
Kennedy: Surprisingly good team work for these two.
Tom walks over to Spike as Casey is forced out of the ring. Tom lifts Spike to his feet and cracks him under the jaw with a heavy right hand, sending him back to the ground. Tom quickly picks Spike up and wraps his arms around Spike, lifting him over his head with a release belly to belly suplex. Tom walks over to Spike and stomps on his head. As Tom lifts Spike to his feet, Spike grabs Tom by the head and quickly drops him down with a desperation DDT!
Simone: That was out of nowhere.
Kennedy: He knew what he was doing.
Spike quickly moves to Casey, reaching out his hand as Tom crawls towards Nick. Both men make the tag at the same time and both Casey and Nick charge in to the ring. Casey takes down Nick with a huge clothesline. Nick bounces back to his feet and Casey catches him again with a second huge clothesline. As Nick returns to his feet for the third time, Casey lifts him up in an almighty flapjack, throwing Nick ten feet in the air. Casey steps back, his hand raises up.
Adams: Casey could be looking for the Kiss Of Death!
Instantly, Big B and Tony jump up on the ring apron.
Kennedy: Those idiots are not costing someone else, like they did me last week.
Matthew Kennedy stands up, charging over towards B and Tony and grabs a foot each, pulling them off the ropes, sending both men on to the ring apron face first!
Adams: I hope Nick's health plan for his employees covers dental.
Kennedy spins B around and slams him with a hard punch, instantly sending him to the floor and starts to brawl with Tony, trading shots with the muscular man. On the top of the ramp, Hot Stuff hands Jordan another note and gets up from his chair, walking towards the ring with Jordan.
Adams: Looks like the boss is gonna deal with this one.
As Kennedy grabs Tony, Hot Stuff steps in front of Kennedy his hands up, stopping Kennedy from walking past him. Kennedy yells at his fellow Brit, but Hot Stuff yells back, mouthing the words "my company". Marty McFarge joins Kennedy, but Hot Stuff hands something to Jordan from his jeans pocket behind his back. In the ring, Casey holds his hand in the air, ready to deliver his knock out blow.
Simone: What did Hot Stuff just hand Jordan?
Adams: I didn't see nothing, I was watching Casey.
Hot Stuff yells at the ref to sort out Kennedy, and the ref looks over the ropes. As the referee looks over the ropes, Jordan slides in the ring, sliding brass knuckles on to his hand.
Simone: Hot Stuff gave Jordan brass knuckles!
Casey turns to face Jordan, but Jordan stalks Nick.
Adams: What the hell is going on here? Hot Stuff just sent Jordan in the ring and Jordan is stalking Nick!
Jordan spins around and smashes the brass knuckles in to the head of Casey with a wicked tornado punch!
Adams: Oh my god!
Jordan winks at Nick before dropping down and sliding out of the ring. Hot Stuff moves past Kennedy as the ref turns around and quickly grabs Spike's foot. Nick crawls over and covers Casey.
Simone: Oh this is grade A bull...
Adams: BEEP!
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2....
3!
DING DING DING
Justin: The winners of the match.... Nick Jones and Tom Dudely.
Hot Stuff lets go of Spike and smiles at him as Spike turns around with his arms out, but before he can do anything, Tom pulls him over the top rope. Hot Stuff and Jordan get in the ring as Tom kicks Spike in the gut and jumps up, nailing him with a huge axe kick.
Simone: I think Tom is getting revenge for last week but this needs to be stopped now.
Nick quickly calls over to Big B, still holding his jaw from the attack from Matthew Kennedy. B walks around and grabs a chair, throwing in the ring to Nick. Nick throws the chair to Tom, who waits for Casey to get up. Jordan walks over, grabbing Spike by the arm and reaching in to his back pocket, pulling out handcuffs.
Adams: Ok, you're right now, this needs to be stopped.
Jordan slaps a handcuff on Spike's wrist and another on to the ropes.
Simone: Jordan is turning on the man who brought him to SCW.
Adams: Or joining with his best friend.
As Casey gets to his feet Tom slams the chair on to Casey's head, knocking him down to the canvas. Tony and B enter the ring, handing Hot Stuff a microphone. Hot Stuff learns over a semi concious Spike and speaks.
HS: Remember what I said last week Spike? About who owns SCW? About who runs the show, about who is the master of this domain. I said I will drag SCW in to a new era, that I was forced once again to show people who's in charge.
Hot Stuff pats Spike on the head.
HS: Right after I said that, you gave me a reason to do what I just did Spike. This is what I was talking about Spike, people like you randomly getting involved in other people's business, trying to prove dominance is my yard. You randomly attack Tom, you then go and get involved in Nick's title match last week. You are the prime example of someone who thinks they can do what they want around here. In case you missed it old friend, SCW is mine. You can't do what you want around here, I tell you what you can do around here, I'm your puppet master Spike and you dance when I tell you to dance. I warned everyone that you play ball by my rules or you get out.
Hot Stuff stands up and stands just in front of Nick, Jordan and Tom.
HS: What you see before you, is the four men that will keep you and SCW under control. These men right here are no stranger to you Spike, no stranger to you either Casey. These men will stop you and your little band of NXT misfits from taking over SCW. This ain't no Dream Chaserz bullshit, we're not running at the first sign of trouble Spike. We're here to take control of my playground, we're here to finally be a creditable group... we're here to put an end to this NXT crap and keep you in our control.
Hot Stuff smirks.
HS: Welcome to the new era in SCW history.
Tom and Nick start to stomp on Spike, while Jordan and Hot Stuff stomp on Casey. Huge cheers are heard as Jamie Staggs, Giani Di Luca and Jake Salco charge down to the ring, armed with chairs, while Odette Ryder, Jessie Salco and Vixen shortly follow behind them. Hot Stuff, Nick Jones, Jordan Williams, Tom Dudely and The Entourage slide out of the ring as NXT slide in and move around to the ramp. The four outside smirk at the NXT members in the ring, as they attend to Spike and Casey.
Simone: Hot Stuff Mark Ward has put together what seems to be one hell of a strong, experienced and ego driven team. What does this mean for the future of SCW?
The camera fades out to the newly formed alliance outside the ring, and NXT in the ring.
THANK YOU: To Chris, Mark, Erik, Mike, Matthew Kennedy, Aleksei, Mike, Necra, Amanda, Maggie, Casey, Ragdoll, Goth. Also to all our great roleplayers for your continued hard work