The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Newark Pavilion in Newark, California . The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight then begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the fairgrounds at all of the fans filling the grandstand and the rows of seats around the grounds itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Newark Pavilion in Newark, California 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, dressed as a disgruntled looking Missus Clause with her hair disheveled, and her traditional clothes worn and in less than good shape. The tune begins as does the performance.
Amanda: Down in the workshop all the elves were makin' toys
The night Santa went crazy
Well, the workshop is gone now, he decided to bomb it
The night Santa went crazy
There's the National Guard and the F.B.I.
Yes, Virginia, now Santa's doin' time
They're talkin' bout - the night Santa went crazy
Wo, the night Santa went crazy
For the good Gentile girls and the good Gentile boys
When the boss busted in, nearly scared 'em half to death
Had a rifle in his hands and cheap whiskey on his breath
From his beard to his boots he was covered with ammo
Like a big fat drunk disgruntled Yuletide Rambo
And he smiled as he said with a twinkle in his eye,
"Merry Christmas to all - now you're all gonna die!"
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he'd been gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Everywhere you'll find pieces of Cupid and Comet
And he tied up his helpers and he held the elves hostage
And he ground up poor Rudolph into reindeer sausage
He got Dancer and Prancer with an old German Luger
And he slashed up Dasher just like Freddy Krueger
And he picked up a flamethrower and he barbequed Blitzen
And he took a big bite and said, "It tastes just like chicken!"
The night Kris Kringle went nuts
Now you can't hardly walk around the North Pole
Without steppin' in reindeer guts
There's a van from the Eyewitness News
And helicopters circlin' 'round in the sky
And the bullets are flyin', the body count's risin'
And everyone's dyin' to know, oh Santa, why?
My my my my my my
You used to be such a jolly guy
In a federal prison for his infamous crime
Hey, little friend, now don't you cry no more tears
He'll be out with good behavior in 700 more years
But now Vixen's in therapy and Donner's still nervous
And the elves all got jobs working for the postal service
And they say Mrs. Clause, she's on the phone every night
With her lawyer negotiating the movie rights
The night St. Nicholas flipped
Broke his back for some milk and cookies
Sounds to me like he was tired of gettin' gypped
The night St. Nick went insane
Realized he's gettin' a raw deal
Something finally must have snapped in his brain
Wo, something finally must have snapped in his brain
Tell ya, something finally must have snapped... in his brain
The crowd laughs and applauds as Amanda takes a curtsy and hurries backstage. She peeks out on more time and beckons for more cheers and the fans are only too happy to oblige before she vanishes into the back.
Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone
Adams: And I'm not
Simone: Ahem
Adams: Oh yeah, I'm Jason Adams and really not Belinda Simone
Simone: I deserve a pay rise for working with this guy. Anyway, seven matches tonight, that beats last week, does it not?
Adams: Totally
Simone: We kick things off with a huge triple threat, Winter Solider John Void steps in to the unknown against two new talents in Derek Thorne and Thatcher Rex.
Adams: These guys could make a big impact tonight
Simone: The first of three title matches follow this match, Bombshell Roulette title on the line, as Alexis Morrison takes on Becky "Ragdoll" Jones
Adams: Because is rising faster here than a pervert at a peep show. Former Bombshell tag team champion, and now has a chance to bounce back and win another title in SCW
Simone: Kain returns to SCW action tonight, his first competative match since Jordan Williams broke his arm. This is gonna be no easy task as he takes on Argento
Adams: Kain scares me, like really scares me
Simone: Our second title match of the night pits Roulette champion James Huntington-Hawkes III against former Roulette champion, Goth
Adams: James is much cooler since he's been hanging with Giani Di Luca
Simone: Last week, Hot Stuff Mark Ward hired Duke Ata Tupoi to destroy Casey Williams, tonight, Casey has a chance of revenge against Duke as they go one on one tonight
Adams: Is our ring gonna be strong enough to hold them? They're not exactly Mexican midgets
Simone: What's Mexican midgets got to do with this?
Adams: Well they're lighter than Casey and Duke
Simone: Should have guessed. Speaking on Hot Stuff, two of his finest are in action as Jordan Williams and Nick Jones team up to face the duo of Rage and Matthew Kennedy
Adams: Kennedy is trying to get himself involved in Hot Stuff and his stables business, Rage doesn't like anyone, including his tag team partner. Kennedy could be a marked man.
Simone: Tonight's main event is a heavyweight title match. Right after Spike Staggs won the heavyweight title, he instantly challenged Blade Alexander, who has been talking trash about most SCW stars
Adams: This match is happening tonight
Simone: It is, Spike Staggs Vs Blade Alexander, right here tonight.
Adams: I can't wait, so let's not wait anymore, let's turn the key, get the engine started and go go go!
Backstage in the Newark Pavilion, reigning SCW Roulette Champion James Huntington-Hawkes III stands alongside both his 'man-servant' Simpson and a rather noticeable billowing cloud of smoke that obscures the Roulette Wheel partially.
JHHIII: Can we get this over with? As in, NOW! I'm the Roulette Champion and I have a title to defend!
SSO: Yeah! Sure!
"Stoner" Scott Oliver steps out from the cloud of smoke, causing it to drift and JHHIII frowns and bats at the smoke with his hands, fanning it back towards the 'Stone'd One'. "Stoner" takes a puff and points at the Wheel.
SSO: Just give the wheel a whirl there big man and we'll see what the damage is gonna be. To my opponent that is!
Simpson takes a step toward the wheel when "Stoner" holds a hand up, cutting him off.
SSO: Sorry there Mister Clean. I meant the 'other' Big Man.
He points at the champion. JHHIII turns his head and jets a thumb at the smoke encrusted reporter.
JHHIII: If he wasn't so vile, I could like him.
The champ grabs the Roulette wheel and gives it a spin and as soon as he does so, Stoner starts singing and dancing.
SSO: You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down You spin my head right round, right round When you go down, when you go down down
JHHIII frowns at the sight and then glances over his shoulder and 'starts' as Simpson is dancing along also -- at least until he sees his 'boss' glaring at him. Simpson halts the jig and clears his throat and the champion turns back as the wheel starts to slow down. It passes 'Falls Count Anywhere' ... 'Ambulance' ... 'Pillow Fight' ... and it finally halts on...
SSO: Lumberjack Match! Sweeet!
The champion looks outraged -- panicked, but outraged.
JHHIII: I demand a do over! Right now! I'm the champion!
"Sure, champ."
The crowd cheers as Co-Owner Christian Underwood steps into the picture with a smile on his face.
Christian: We can give her another whirl. Hey! Maybe it'll land on Barbed Wire! Or First Blood Steel Cage!
JHHIII swallows hard and shakes his head.
JHHIII: No way! What are you, crazy? One spin! Those are the rules! Lumberjack Match is just fine!
JHHIII turns and hurries off of the set and Simpson follows along dutifully. Christian shakes his head and turns to Stoner Scott with a smile.
Christian: Boy has that kid got a surprise in store for him!
Justin: The opening contest this evening is a Triple Threat Match and is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, making his SCW Debut… DEREK THORNE!
A drum solo starts up through the arenas personal address system that is slowly joined by a very familiar guitar rift as Message in Blood by Pantera plays loudly through the speakers. The lights in the arena dim down as Derek Thorne can be seen walking out from behind the curtains, taking center stage he lifts his arms up in the air. His arms are out stretched are at shoulder height looking out into the crowded arena, Derek drops to his knees. Unclenching his hands he raises them slightly so his open palms are facing the ceiling. As the cameras approach Derek they can see that he is mouthing a quote of some description but it is unknown to the crowd as it is in German. Closing his eyes briefly after he finishes his scripture Derek rolls his head back before getting back up to his feet. Dropping his arms back down to his sides Derek makes his way towards the ring, climbing the steps his wrestling boots clunk against the steel. Entering the ring through the middle and top rope Derek walks around the ring a few times, not encouraging the fans in the slightest.
Adams: I heard that this guy is linked to our champion Spike Staggs.
Simone: Where did you hear that?
Adams: I read it in his Character Description.
Simone: His what?
Adams: Nevermind.
The roar of a Tyrannosaur erupts over the PA system, echoing throughout the arena as the lights dim, eliciting a deafening cheer from the crowd. Mist rises from the floor in a hiss as the roar fades into Disturbed’s “Serpentine,” illuminated by lights mounted on the floor.
Justin: Now introducing the second competitor in this bout, also making his debut here in Sin City Wrestling… “THE TYRANT KING” THATCHER REX!
Emerging from the mist like an ancient force of power is Thatcher Rex, strands of hair hanging down to partially obscure his eyes. He glances first to the left, then to the right before striding down the ramp, gaze fixated upon the ring. Once he gets to the ring, he ducks between the top and middle ropes. Two strides later, he mounts the turnbuckle. His arms spread wide, fists clenched, Rex releases a phenomenal roar, much to the delight of the fans.
Simone: Thatcher Rex has been wrestling for a long time. He actually came out of retirement to make another run here in SCW.
Adams: Derek Thorne looks unfazed by Rex’s past. His face has no emotion. It’s completely blank.
Simone: Like your brain.
Adams: Exactly! What, what?
The opening guitar wail to Killswitch Engage's "This Fire Burns" erupts through the arena as the fans get to their feet.
Justin: And the final competitor, from Chicago, Illinois…
Adams: I wonder if he knows Maggie.
Justin: JOHN “WINTER SOLDIER” VOID!
Everyone's attention is drawn to the video screen where The Winter Soldier symbol is displayed with the slug line: "War within a breath."
Through the curtains steps John Void. He stands on the stage admiring the size of the crowd, a small smirk on his face. Some members of the crowd react with cheers, others don't know what to think. He walks further down the ramp, drops to one knee as he takes in the sounds, inhales, then shoots to his feet yelling, "Now is the time!" then he leaps up and heads toward the ring.
He's dressed in his wrestling gear and a t-shirt that says, "Ready for War?" John climbs the steel steps and hops up onto the turnbuckle, and extends his arms wide and yells as the crowd screams right back with him.
Simone: The Winter Soldier had an impressive debut at High Stakes. Tonight will be a little tougher for him.
Adams: I had a tough steak for dinner last night.
Simone: Okay…?
DING! DING! DING!
TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
The three men have a standoff. They each look from one to the other measuring up their opponents. Rex is the first to make a move, running at John Void with a flying forearm. Void fires back with a forearm of his own. The two men start exchanging right hands as Thorne watches from across the ring. Rex gains the upper hand, connecting with alternating punches and kicks until Void is backed into the corner. Rex whips Void across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle as Thorne moves out of the way. Rex runs across the ring and hits Void with a shoulder thrust. He follows up with a short arm clothesline sending Void to the mat. Thorne takes this opportunity to hit Rex with a running knee.
Simone: Thorne was waiting patiently for his opening and he took full advantage of it.
Thorne whips Rex across the ring into the ropes. As Rex rebounds back towards him, Thorne uses Rex’s momentum to drop him to the mat with a snap powerslam. Thorne is quickly back to his feet where he notices that Void has just gotten back to his feet. Thorne runs at Void with a clothesline. Void ducks under Thorne’s extended arm, wrapping his own arms around Thorne’s waist. Thorne is soon airborne as Void brings him up and over with a belly to back suplex. Thorne rolls out of the ring.
Simone: What ring awareness by Derek Thorne. He knows that he can’t be pinned outside of the ring.
Adams: Well, he can, but it wouldn’t count.
Void decided to turn his attention to an upright Rex. The two men lock up. They jostle for position with Void eventually grabbing Rex by the wrist and bringing it behind him with a hammer lock. Void transitions it into a side headlock. Rex fights out of the hold and whips Void across the ring. Void holds onto the ropes to stop himself. Rex runs at Void who drops down lifting Rex over the top rope falling onto Thorne.
Adams: Thatcher Rex is lucky Derek Thorne was there to break his fall.
Rex and Thorne get back to their feet. Inside the ring, Void gets a running start and dives between the ropes, knocking his opponents back to the floor. He hops back to his feet and lets out a yell that brings the crowd to cheers. Void pulls Thorne to his feet and rolls him into the ring. Void hops onto the apron and starts climbing through the ropes, but Thorne is already to his feet and meets him halfway through with a knee lift. Thorne grabs Void in a front face lock and pulls him the rest of the way into the ring. After a couple of more knee lifts, Thorne hooks Void’s arms and lifts him over with a double under hook suplex. Grabbing the top rope, Throne starts stomping on Void’s upper body.
Simone: Derek Throne is taking command with multiple stomps to John Void.
Adams: It’s called stomping a mud hole.
Thorne stops stomping on Void and turns around just in time to get out of the way of a charging Thatcher Rex. Rex slams chest first into the turnbuckle. Thorne with a school boy pin.
1…
2... Rex Kicks out!
Rex is slightly quicker getting back to his feet. He knocks Thorne to the mat with a shoulder block. Thorne pops back up only to get dropped with a second shoulder block. Thorne is back to his feet quickly where he is met with a boot to the mid-section. Rex hooks Thorne up and lifts him with a vertical suplex. Rex gets back to his feet and dodges a clothesline from a charging Void. Rex hooks Void’s arm and swings him around into a DDT. Thorne is pulling himself back up in the corner. Rex hits Thorne is a boot to the gut, following up with a European uppercut.
Simone: Thatcher Rex appears to be in full control of this match.
Rex mounts Thorne, climbing onto the second rope, and lets out a roar to the delight of the crowd. Rex proceeds to rain down fists onto his opponent’s head as the crowd counts along. 1…2…3…4…5…6… Thorne blocks a punch and drops Rex to the mat with a powerbomb. Before Thorne can do anything else though, he is smashed in the corner with a splash from John Void. Thorne stumbles out of the corner where Void lifts him onto his shoulders.
Simone: This doesn’t bode well for the newcomer.
Void tosses Thorne up and brings him down onto his raised knee, connecting with the GTS. Void makes a cover.
1…
2…
3… NO!
Thatcher Rex comes flying in to break up the pin. Thorne rolls into the corner as Rex continues his assault on Void. The two men exchange right hands until Rex doubles Void over with a kick to the mid-section. Rex hooks Void up and lifts him onto his back, head down. Rex drops down with a vertebreaker.
Simone: He calls that move Mass Extinction.
Adams: I get it! Like the dinosaurs!
Rex gets back to his feet where he is met with a quick kick to the gut by Thorne. Thorne then follows up with an even flow DDT, the Flow of the Thorne, before collapsing back to the mat. All three men are laid out in the center of the ring.
Simone: Each man has taken one of his opponents’ finishers. The first man to recover will have a major advantage.
Thorne is the first to start pulling himself to his feet on the ropes. As Thorne reaches a vertical base, John Void starts pulling himself up in the corner on the opposite side of the ring. Thorne gets a running start and slides feet first into Thatcher Rex, pushing him out of the ring to the floor. Thorne then runs at Void, who has just gotten to his feet, smashing him in the corner with a clothesline. Thorne follows the clothesline with a bulldog that lays Void out in the center of the ring. Grabbing him the arm, Thorne rolls Void onto his back and without a pause locks in the Thorne-side, a crucifix armbar.
Simone: This is his signature move, I don’t think The Winter Soldier will be able to hold out for long.
As if on cue, John Void starts tapping out. The referee calls for the bell.
Justin: The winner of the match..... Derek Thorne!
Simone: The dangerous Derek Thorne picks up his first win in SCW
Adams: I predict big futures for Thorne and Rex coming off this one
Backstage, the Queen of the Damned, Misty is just arriving accompanied by only one of her disciples. The four brothers, Damien, Dante, Sebastian and Zane are absent this evening and only Ruby is seen walking in front of her. Both are wearing their signature full length black robes with the hoods lower. Ruby has her arms hidden inside the sleeves of her robe and they are folded in front of her. She has a blank expression on her face, but her Queen does not. She has an evil, yet determined look in her eyes as they walk down the hall. Ruby: Are you sure you want to do this, my Queen? I do think we should go back and get the brothers.
Misty shakes her head and points ahead, signaling for Ruby to keep walking.
Misty: Yes, I am sure Ruby. This needs to be done, and the brothers do not need to be here tonight. We won’t get caught, and our business later does not require their protection. You can relax.
Ruby: As you wish, my Queen.
Misty suddenly grabs a hold of Ruby’s hood, gently pulling her back. Ruby turns around and looks at her confused, and Misty points to a door just up ahead. The sign on the door reads NXT, and Misty gets a devious grin on her face.
Misty: There it is Ruby. Did you bring the package?
Ruby pulls the sleeves of her robe back, revealing a box about the length of her forearm. It is wrapped in a dark blue wrapping paper, with silver ribbon around it and a silver bow on top. There is a name tag attached to it, though the name written on it isn’t visible yet.
Ruby: Here it is, my Queen.
Misty snaps her fingers and Ruby hands the package over to her. Misty holds a hand up, signaling for Ruby to stay where she is, and she starts walking to the locker room door slowly. Ruby watches on nervously, almost expecting Misty to get caught, but the coast remains clear and Ruby stays put. Misty walks up to the door, staring at the NXT logo for a moment, before she bends down and sets the package on the ground against the door. She motions her finger telling Ruby to walk towards her, and Ruby obeys, quietly taking steps towards her. She stops next to Misty, and the two stand outside the door. Ruby looks around nervously, but she doesn’t say anything.
Misty: *whispers* I want you to knock on the door and then we are getting out of here, okay Ruby?
Ruby nods in agreement and then, obeying Misty’s order, knocks on the door three times. They both raise their hoods over their heads and head off down the hall. Shortly after, the door opens and SCW Heavyweight Champion, Spike Staggs, appears. He looks down both directions of the hall, not seeing anyone there, as Misty and Ruby have quickly disappeared down another corridor. The package at his feet then catches his attention and he bends down and picks it up. He looks at the name tag, baffled. The camera zooms in to see that it is his name on the name tag. He once again looks down the hall, looking for whoever left the package.
Spike: *shakes package* What the hell?
Spike stares at the box as he turns around and disappears back inside the NXT locker room.
Backstage, Vixen can be seen standing looking for someone when she is approached by Pussy Willow who smirks and brings her microphone up as she does an introduction.
Pussy Willow: I am here with the love of...
Vixen holds up her hand and shakes her head.
Vixen: Always the obvious aren’t we Pussy? But let me stop you right there. I was actually hoping you would be around. I want to say something but it is like Mr Bossman Hot Stuff just doesn’t want us people in NXT to have any exposure here in Sin City.
Pussy Willow looks surprised.
Pussy Willow: You wanted me to come and interview you? Why?
Vixen: To recap, I want to send a message to someone here in Sin City Wrestling and the way Mark Ward is keeping a tight rein on the media for his buddies and no one in NXT, I am going to take advantage of the fact that you seem to want to be the star reporter for the SCW Enquirer. Well here is the 411 for ya...
Vixen takes the microphone as she puts her arm over the shoulder of Ms Willow.
Vixen: Last week if you remember, Odette and I beat Laura Jackson and Amanda Cortez in a tag match. They thought that they had the win because the Bombshell Champion was in the match but Odette and I proved them wrong. And now, I think that maybe just maybe I should be given something that I have deserved for a very long time.
Pussy Willow: And what is that?
Vixen: The chance to get the shot at the Bombshell title that I haven’t been given. See, I had every intention of being the Bombshell champion and had to deal with the fact that the champion at the time took the easy way out and cheated to win. And when she did, I wasn’t given the chance to redeem myself with a cheat free match. Now there is a new champion but still the same need to give me what I deserve. So Mark Ward...
Say the name and who appears but Hot Stuff himself.
HS: Talk talk talk...is that all you NXT nobodies can do is talk? We ... no I give you shot after shot and what do you do? Fail miserably or have some kind of horseshoe shoved somewhere. Now here you are, wanting to spout off about deserving a title shot against the best Bombshell champion in recent history.
Vixen: Of course I am asking for the title shot against Amanda. I deserve it as much as the next person.
HS: Really...I don’t believe you do. After all, look at the group you are involved in.
Vixen: NXT is proving to you that we do what we say. And to prove that, give me the title shot with any stipulation you want and I will be wearing the title after that match. Submission match ...bring it on. Violent stipulations...sound like fun. One way or another, that Bombshell title would be mine if you put me in the match.
HS: As much as I would love to see Amanda Cortez beat you all over that ring, I don’t think you are ready to face her yet. You are going to have to prove to me you are ready for the match. So you had better keep the winning streak going.
Mark Ward begins to walk off, chuckling to himself. Vixen glares at him before heading in the other direction leaving Pussy Willow standing alone, her head moving to watch Vixen then Mark Ward walk off.
The opening guitar riff for “Redefine” blares over the PA system and the team of Jessie Salco and Becky “Ragdoll” Jones come out with Jessie’s brother Jake.
Justin: The following contest is a Roulette Rules match scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship, introducing the challenger, being accompanied by Jake and Jessie Salco, from Portland, Oregon weighing in at 120lbs, Becky “Ragdoll Jones!
The trio does some headbanging at the top of the ramp before Becky gets a running start and slides into the ring, Jake and Jessie take up a spot behind the announcer’s desk and puts on a headset each.
Simone: Looks like we’re being accompanied by the Salco siblings, always a pleasure Jessie.
Jessie: Thanks but it was my idea, after Mark Ward screwed over Karina Koji last week due to her affiliation with NXT I insisted that I and Jake come out with Becky to give her some backup.
Adams: I wouldn’t mind screwing Karina.
Jake: Yes, alongside the rest of the Bombshell locker room.
Jessie: Anyway whilst I and Becky are disappointed that our tag title reign didn’t even make it past our first defense I’m hoping that she wins this.
Simone: And if she doesn’t?
Jessie: We’ll go back after Necra and Amy.
As Jessie says this a heavy guitar riff hits throughout the arena before the sudden tranquil chorus from “All Eyes on Me” provided by Maike Holzmann of Voices of Destiny surrounds the airwaves as the entrance way comes to life.
Justin: And her opponent, from Santa Monica, California, she weighs in at 125ibs and she is the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, Alexis Morrison!
Simone: You know, I just thought of something Jessie.
Jessie: Oh?
Simone: What if Becky wins the title and you end up challenging for it somewhere down the line?
Jessie: I didn’t think of that, if that does happen then win or lose we’ll put on a hell of a match!
White smoke emerges from the sides of the either entrance post, and out from behind the curtain walks Alexis Morrison smirking as she approaches the ring steps. Strobe lights fill the arena in tune with the beat of the song. Alexis carefully enters the ring watching the referee and heads to the nearest turnbuckle while propping herself and lies on across it her eyes seem to study her opponent, Becky leans against the turnbuckle seemingly unimpressed by the Goth Girl’s display before flashing the Devil Horns to Jessie which she is quick to return.
Jake: This should be a good match.
Adams: Bra and Panties, Bra and Panties.
Jessie: Jason, the Roulette wheel hasn’t even appeared on screen yet!
Simone: Actually there it is!
Ms. Rocky Mountains has appeared on the titentron next to the Roulette Rules Wheel, she gives it a quick spin and the two bombshells in the ring watch intently, the two Bombshells grin broadly when they see the stipulation.
Jake: A No DQ match.
Jessie: This should be fun.
Simone: I don’t think I agree with your definition of fun.
Adams: Yeah, my definition of fun involves baby oil, two naked bombshells and a lot of kissing.
DING DING DING
VS BECKY "RAGDOLL" JONES BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Whilst the other commentators shake their heads at Jason’s comment Drew Patton signals for the bell and the two Bombshells start brawling with each other trading blows, Becky eventually tries for a Clothesline but Alexis ducks underneath it, rebounds off of the opposite ropes and takes Becky down to the outside with a hurricanrana.
Simone: The action has been fast and furious.
Adams: What do you expect? Things always end quickly when I’m around Bombshells for some reason.
Jessie: Err…..
Jake: Jess, that’s too easy and you know it!
Becky gets back to her feet and storms around the ringside area frustrated, whilst that is going on Alexis is measuring up Becky for a suicide dive before she gets a running start and launches over the ropes……into a chairshot from Becky.
Simone: Alexis seemingly forgot that this is No DQ.
Adams: And that mistake may cost her the title much like Jessie’s mistake cost she and Becky the tag titles last week.
Jessie: Did you suddenly forget that I’m sitting next to you?
Jake: Or that her much bigger brother with army training is also sitting next to you?
Jason gulps nervously as Becky rolls Alexis into the ring before following her in, she tosses the chair aside before going for a cover 1…..2…..kick out, Becky stands up whilst dragging Alexis up with her but Alexis catches her with a jawbreaker before Alexis runs to the ropes and bounces off while gaining full force, and plants Becky’s face with a bicycle kick. She turns, doing a little sadistic smirk after surveying the damage.
Simone: 22 Eyes!
Adams: I don’t know how Alexis recovered from that chairshot but she may end this early!
Jake: You mean like all Bombshells do around you?
Adams: Yeah! Hey wait a minute……
Jessie: That’s my line!
Alexis, apparently satisfied that the match is over, goes for a cover 1…..2…..kickout by Becky! Alexis looks shocked to say the least and gets back on her feet trying to argue with Drew accusing him of doing a slow count, Drew’s having none of it and Becky uses the distraction to roll up Alexis 1…..2….kickout!
Simone: Another kickout by Alexis!
Adams: She wants to hold onto that belt! Oh no……
Jessie: I fucking knew it!
Jake: Jessie, do you really want to kick the guy who signs your paychecks in the nuts?
Jessie: Karina did it last week!
Indeed Mark Ward has made his way down to ringside apparently trying to screw over Becky due to her lose NXT affiliation, inside the ring Alexis has poked Becky in the eye and Alexis runs to the ropes and bounces off while gaining full force……but Becky ducks the bicicle kick and Mark, who had climbed up on the apron, is kicked instead!
Simone: Mark Ward just got planted with the 22 Eyes!
Adams: You’d think he’d learn to avoid Bombshell matches by now!
Jessie: Can we get a million replays of that kick please?
Jake: Jess, as entertaining as that sounds SCW has the rest of the show to run!
Alexis looks shocked at what she had just done before turning around……only for Becky to kick her in the stomach and hit her with the CCS!
Simone: Car Crash Syndrome!
Adams: For the second week in a row we may have a new champ!
Jessie: I still want those replays!
Jake: I’ll find you the clip on YouTube, don’t worry!
Becky holds on for the pin, 1……2……3!!!!!!
Justin: Here’s your winner and NEEEEEEEWWWWWW SCW BOMBSHELLL ROULETTE CHAMPION! BECKY “RAGDOLL” JONES!
Becky quickly leaves the ring where she’s joined by Jessie and Jake, the trio leave the ringside area as Mark is starting to stir.
The scene cuts back to the ring, where SCW Report "Stoner" Scott Oliver is standing in the center of the ring with a microphone in each hand, one down at his side and the other up to his mouth.
Scott: So uh... yeah, I'm out here to conduct some sort of interview or something. So the guy I'm interviewing is. That guy, you know... the one who used to have the belt. Whatever, you'll see him when he comes out. Come on out, man.
At that moment, "Cocky" by Kid Rock starts to blast throughout the arena and the fans erupt into boos as Nick Jones walks out into the arena, already dressed in his ring gear.
Simone: Look who decided to show up.
Adams: Hey, it's not his fault he wasn't booked last week.
Simone: Perhaps not, but that doesn't exactly mean he had to refuse to even show up to appear on the show at all or be interviewed. I have no doubt there's a lot of people who will be very interested to hear what he has to say after losing the SCW Heavyweight Championship to Spike Staggs at High Stakes II.
Nick makes a bee-line straight down the ramp, not even acknowleding the fans around him at all, as he hits the bottom of the ramp and hops up onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring. Nick walks right over to Scott, who passes the second microphone he was holding over to Nick as his music stops.
Scott: So dude, what's up?
Nick just glares at Scott for a moment before responding.
Nick: What's up? You've got to be kidding me.
Scott: Yeah. Didn't you lose something recently... or something?
The fans erupt into cheers as Nick gets a scowl on his face as he looks around at the crowd for a moment and then back to Scott.
Nick: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Scott: You had some sort of belt or something, right? I totally remember that.
Nick: Can we move onto a different topic?
Scott: I'm just saying...
Nick: I know what you're saying, just shut up already.
Scott: Listen, just let me explain. I just thought you lost...
Before Scott to get out another word, Nick drops his microphone and shoves Scott back. Scott stumbles a few steps back but manages to catch himself. Nick then glares at Scott for a moment before turning and walking away, going to head out of the ring. However, just as Nick is getting towards the ropes, Scott comes up from behind Nick and shoves him from behind, sending Nick to go stumbling forward, until he catches himself on the ropes. Nick then turns back around and stares down at Scott. He then walks right up to Scott and gets face to face with him, as the two start trash talking back and forth. After a few moments, Scott turns and goes to leave, but Nick grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around, then delivering a stiff right hand to the jaw of Scott sending him reeling back. Scott shakes it off and looks back at Nick who is standing there just staring at him, then Scott suddenly fires back with a right hand of his own, sending Nick reeling back. Nick shakes it off and looks completely shocked at what just happened.
Adams: I've got a bad feeling about this.
Scott puts up his hands, indicating as though he's not looking to fight. He then reaches his hand out towards Nick who takes his hand and shakes it. Nick then pulls Scott right in and kicks him right in the gut. Nick then starts firing a series of right hands at Scott, drilling him with one after another as he drives him back into the corner. Nick starts to then drill a series of boots into the gut of Scott before then grabbing him and tossing him out of the corner and sending Scott crashing into the middle of the ring. Nick then starts to line up and just as Scott gets back to his feet Nick grabs him, hooks him up and drills him with the Best of All!!
Simone: This is pathetic! Now Nick has gotten to the point that he's going to start attacking SCW's interviewers? And why do I have this funny feeling that Mark will make sure that Nick receives no punishment for these actions.
Nick gets back up and stares down at the laid out body of Scott for a few moments as the arena is filled with deafening boos from throughout the crowd. Nick eventually grabs one of the microphones up from off of the mat and then walks over to the ropes, looking out into the crowd as he begins to speak.
Nick: So you idiots really want to know what I think, huh?
The crowd responds with more boos, which only brings a smile to Nick's face.
Nick: Like I really give a crap what you worthless piles of crap think. What I think is that we've seen more than ever before, what a bunch of spineless losers fill up SCW's roster.
More boos come from the crowd, but Nick ignores them as he continues on.
Nick: All it took was one episode of Climax Control for me to not be in the building, and every clown in this company started running their mouths about me like never before. For the past year I've owned this company unlike anything that has been seen in this industries history, and yet nobody ever had the balls to step up to me, face to face, and say any of this crap. Then all it takes is one night and I hear more tough talk than the rest of the show's since I've been in this company combined. Let's start off with one of SCW's most recently returning members, Kain. That chump has the balls to try to call me a "paper champ" when I was the one dominating this company, beating challenger after challenger, including his sorry ass? The truth if that matter is that both on paper, and in reality, he had his chance in the ring with me, and I kicked his ass from one ring post to the other and walked out of that ring the same exact way I walked in, as the reigning SCW Champion. Meanwhile, what the hell has that clown won? A whole lot of nothing. Then there's another guy who made his return not all that long ago, Blade Alexander.
The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Nick hesitates a moment and just chuckles to himself before continuing.
Nick: Credit where it's due, at least he was man enough to acknowledge the fact that when me and him were in this ring together, I was the one who walked out the winner, and won the vacant SCW Heavyweight Championship. But you know what? In the end, let's look at the facts. The last we saw of Blade before his recent return, he had been given a rematch against me to get a shot at MY championship. And what happened? Well it's rather simple, he went running scared out of SCW with his tail tucked between his legs. How convenient that all it took was making sure he wouldn't have to step in the ring with me to go begging for his shot at that belt. Which brings up a whole other point. Right now, standing in the center of this ring, you are looking at the man who has dominated every challenger this company has had to offer. The man who was beaten every single wrestler who has ever been placed in from of him, and the man who is the two-time SCW Heavyweight Champion. Yet that title is being defended tonight and who is the one getting the title shot? Not me, but the same guy who was too scared to cash in that rematch when it meant having to face someone he knew he couldn't beat. Which of course brings us to our so-called "champ", Spike.
The crowd bursts into cheers as Nick simply seems digusted.
Nick: It took 2 seconds of our match being over for Spike to desperately try to put as much distance between the two of us as possible. He wanted to talk about everything in the world but yours truly. He rushed to get himself set up in the little match tonight he has verses Blade and do everything in his power not to associate himself with me. That is, until he finds I'm out of the building last week, and suddenly he's the one running his mouth and trying to talk so tough. Well Spikey, let me give you a little newsflash, you didn't earn that belt, because you never earned that shot. I was the reigning champ, you had your shot and YOU LOST...
Simone: That's certainly debateable.
Adams: It's true, he did.
Simone: Whatever.
Nick: Yet you were given another shot anyway. Why? Nobody can really seem to give me a reason for that. After getting your ass beat by yours truly, you turn around and lost your silly little NeWA title and despite your career collapsing down around you, the morons around here decide that somehow earns you another shot? As if that's not bad enough, you somehow go and manage to steal yourself a victory and yet here I stand, the two-time champion, the winner of 4 SCW Year-End awards and the man who held that title for 8 months out of that title's 1 year existence and yet what is it that I find out? That while one guy who loses in his shot at the title, and another guy who goes running scared out of the company when he's offered his both get their shots at the belts, but me? I'm not getting a rematch.
The fans loudly cheer upon hearing this.
Nick: You think that's something worthy of cheering? That this company goes out of it's way to screw over it's real talent for some useless losers that you idiots mindlessly cheer for? This whole company is nothing but a group of spineless cowards. You all do everything in your power to avoid facing off against me, but the truth of the matter is, you can only run for so long. Sooner or later I'll catch up with each and every one of you. You'll only have so many opportunities to run your mouth without having to back those words up. You can all try to screw me over as much as you want, but I don't need a damn belt or anything else to prove what I am, because as much as you all try to deny it, there is one damn thing you all know deep down inside to be the absolute truth... I'm not cocky, I'm just the best.
Nick then drops the microphone and leaps up onto the second rope and holds his arms up, drawing plenty of boos from the fans. Nick then looks back behind him only to see "Stoner" Scott Oliver getting back up inside of the ring. Seeing this, Nick quickly leaps right up onto the top rope, springboards off at Scott and then grabs his head, drilling him face first into the mat with the Better Than You!
Simone: Oh, come on! This is ridiculous!
Nick rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope to the floor and then immediately starts to look right under the ring. After a few moments, Nick comes out from under the ring and pulls something out along with him.
Simone: Now a steel chair?! Somebody needs to put a stop to this!
Nick climbs back into the ring with the steel chair. As he gets back inside, Nick starts to measure Scott up, who is slowly trying to get back to his feet as Nick raises the steel chair and waits. However, the fans begin to cheer as the curtain opens and out comes running out four members of the SCW Security staff. The four of them all run down to the ring and quickly slide in, putting themselves right between Nick and Scott. One of the staff then starts to move towards Nick slowly with his hands out, trying to calm him down, but Nick quickly responds by taking the chair and dropping it down right across the head of the security member!
Adams: That had to hurt.
Another member of the security quickly rushes in after that, but Nick manages to take the chair and drill it right into the man's gut before lifting it up and crashing it down across his back. However, the other two security take advantage of the opportunity to grab Nick from behind, knocking the chair out of his hands in the process. The two remaining security each grab a hold of one of Nick's arms a piece and try to restrain him, but Nick struggles to try to fight them off. Nick then manages to pull his two arms in, causing the two security to collide with one another and go stumbling back. Nick then grabs one of the security by the back of the head and tosses him up over the top rope and sending him crashing down to the floor outside of the ring. Nick then turns to the other security who comes running back in at Nick, but Nick ducks down and sweeps the security's legs out from under him and then takes him by the legs, ties them up and turns him over, locking him into the So Damn Good!
Adams: I don't think this is what SCW Security had in mind when they came out here.
Simone: This is sickening. All these people, be it Scott or security, are trying to do are their jobs. Nick Jones may not have ever been my favorite person, but this is too far even for him.
Adams: It looks like some of his friends might even agree with you!
As Nick continues to wrench on the So Damn Good, the curtains part as two members of Nick's entourage, Big B and Tony, come running down the ramp. The two slide right in and run over towards Nick, each grabbing him by an arm and managing to pull Nick off of the security guard. Nick lets go, but then immediately shoves both of them back away from him. Tony responds by putting his hands up and backing off, climbing out of the ring to the floor, while Big B can be seen pleading with Nick to stop this. However, Nick's response is only to get right up into his cousins face and shove him back again. Big B goes stumbling back, but clearly doesn't want to respond in any physical manner as he continues to try to beg his cousin off. As this continues on for a few more moments, suddenly the curtain parts once more as out walks SCW Co-Owner "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. Mark walks right down the ramp without acknowleding anyone or anything else going on, be it the fans or the laid out security guards and walks right past Tony as he climbs into the ring. Mark then pushes right past Big B and gets right up in Nick's face. The two seem to be jawing back and forth for a few seconds until finally Nick, without another word, pushes his way past Mark before climbing out of the ring and starting to head up the ramp towards the back.
Simone: At least Mark finally put an end to this, although I'm not sure how particularly concerned he is with what happened to either Scott or the SCW security staff.
Adams: I think he just wanted this ring cleared out so we could keep this show moving.
As Nick leaves, Tony quickly follows behind him as Mark and Big B watch on from inside the ring. As Nick gets a decent distance away, Big B then turns towards Mark and seems to be looking for some sort of guidance of what to do about Nick, but Mark seems rather unconcerned, as he simply waves off Big B before climbing out of the ring and heading to the back himself. Big B can't seem to help himself though, as he proceeds to start to help up Scott and the security staff as the scene cuts away.
"Wanderlust King" hits the speakers and the crowd erupts into cheers. They know who is coming, a section of fans towards the front pull out Party Horde signs as Aleksei Koji walks out of the curtain. He has a cane but does not seem to need to use it as much. His arm is in a soft cast and the big Romaian is all smiles. He climbs into the ring.
Aleksei: Hello Party Horde and SCW fans!
The crowd gives him a big pop and he holds his arm up, one hand still gripping the cane.
Aleksei: As you can see, I am healing well. I don't care what the doctor says but rum and vodka are the best things when you are on the mend.
The Romani laughs and takes out a flask to have a brief drink break. The Party Horde cheers him on.
Aleksei: Now I know I am not on tha active roster so I will keep this brief. I have come down to you all to make two announcements. First of all I am happy to say to all of you that I should be cleared to wrestle in time for the next supercard.
The crowd cheers him on more.
Simone: That is big news, I know many people will be happy to hear that.
Adams: But maybe not Mark Ward and his group.
Aleksei: And that brings me to the next thing. I am very excited to let you all know that for the first time ever Party Horde Live will be out of the trailer and right here in the six sided ring! And my guest...my guest is such a surprise he does not even know it....because I am calling him out right now.
So Mark Ward.....I am sure you can hear me. So next week I want to meet you here in this ring and I promise I will just ask some questions. I will even bring some drinks and you can tell me who on my list I get to fight first.
The fans cheer even louder and Aleksei grins.
Aleksei: Lets have a big round of applause for me kicking the ass of either Tom, Nick, Jordan or...if I am really lucky Mark Ward himself!
Adams: I think he just called out Mark to make a match.
Simone: Well it was not very sublte.
Aleksei takes a bow and makes his way up the ramp.Justin: The following contest is a singles match. Introducing first...
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.
Justin: Coming to the ring, born in Venice, Italy, now residing in Orlando, Florida. He stands 6' 7" and he weighs in at 270 lbs, he is the Silver Fox, ARGENTO!!!!
Argento comes to the ring and enters it, and makes the same pose and silver pyro comes from the turnbuckles.
Justin: And his opponent, from Detroit, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds. Returning to the SCW ring, and being accompanied by Ariel, he is the King of Kings, he is KAIN!
The song, On We March, fills the air with its thumping bass drum and the noise creeps its way in. As the ominous bass-line begins to play, the couple walk out, hand-in-hand. As the crowd cheer towards Kain, he replies back with a focus looked, his eyes never wavering from the ring. As soon as the couple finishes their walk on the ramp, Ariel steps behind her man, unties the robe and takes it off him, removing his cowl as well. Kain's muscular body is shown from head to foot and while the crowd boos at him, the women cannot help but scream for him while the men cannot help but be jealous of his look and stature, cameras flashing everywhere in the arena. Kain turns to his girl and the two embrace each other in a deep, passionate kiss. Then Kain breaks it off and climbs up the steel steps. He places both hands on the top rope from the apron and jumps on it. A second later, Kain executes a forward-flip. As he lands into the ring, flaming pyro explodes from all four sides. Kain makes his way to each corner of the ring, pumping his right fist in the air, trash-talking to the crowd and acknowledging them as the cameras flash rapidly from the crowd. He steps down from the last turnbuckle, walks over to his corner, then provides a cold, icy stare at the entrance ramp, awaiting his opponent as "On We March" dies down.
DING DING DING
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SINGLE MATCH
Argento tries to lock up with Kain, but Kain clocks him with a shot to the head, sending Argento backwards.
Simone: Someone hasn't met Kain before.
Kain piles hard shots to Argento's head, his old fighting self and forces Argento to the ropes, firing shots to his chest. Argento covers his chest but Kain brutally headbutts him, knocking Argento down to the canvas. Argento rolls over holding his face. Kain continues his assault with huge stomps to Argento's body.
Adams: Kain hasn't lost a step.
Kain pulls Argento to his feet and hits him with an uppercut, sending the Italian decendant falling backwards in to the corner. Argento tries to shake the cobwebs but Kain charges in, not giving Argento rest, and connecting on the side of the head with a roaring elbow. As Argento stumbles past Kain, Kain lifts his leg up high and kicks Argento in the back of the head and Argento hits the floor hard. Argento tries to crawl towards the ropes and lifts himself up on the ropes, Kain moves towards him but Argento drops Kain with a droptoe hold. Kain fulls over the middle rope and Argento shakes his head, trying to get to get to his feet. Argento drops an elbow across the back of Kain. Argento steps back and runs off the ropes, charging at Kain, while he stays across the middle rope. Argento jumps in the air and lands down on Kain, forcing his upper body against the ropes. Argento pulls Kain off the middle rope and pulls him off his feet and catches him with a quick shot to the jaw. He lifts Kain off his feet and sets him up for a powerslam. Argento charges and nails Kain with a powerslam. Kain lands hard and Argento hooks a leg. Drew Patton drops down to check the shoulders are down, and starts his count
1...
2....
Kain forces his shoulder off the canvas
Simone: This is a high paced match
Adams: I need some high paced eyes.
Argento pulls Kain to his feet and rushes him backwards in to the corner. Argento gets on the middle rope, standing over Kain and starts to drop down heavy punches to his head. The fans count the number of blows to Kain's head but Kain grips hold of Argento and starts to walk forward, carrying Argento out of the corner and dropping him down with a sit out powerbomb! Kain gets to his feet and Argento sits up, Kain blasts Argento with a strong kick to the chest, knocking Argento to the flat of his back. The fans cheer Kain as he looks down at Argento, thinking about his next move.
Simone: Kain is still the calm, calculated monster he always was
Adams: But a cold, calculated monster that the fans cheer for.
Kain sizes Argento up as he gets to his feet and lifts him over with a release northern lights suplex, sending Argento flying across the ring, and in to the corner. As Argento sits in the corner, Kain charges at him and blasts a knee in to Argento's face, forcing Argento's head to bounce off the turnbuckle behind him. Argento holds the back of his head but Kain puts his knee across Argento's throat, choking the big man in the corner. Kain steps back and Argento pulls himself to his feet and stands in the corner. Kain charges at Argento but Argento moves out of the way, forcing Kain to crash in to the turnbuckle. Argento gets behind Kain and lifts him over with a release German suplex. Kain holds the back of his head and Argento pulls Kain to his feet and nails him with hard shots to the body. Argento steps backwards and charges towards Kain with a big boot but Kain ducks and grabs hold of Argento's head, dropping him down with a neckbreaker!
Simone: Argento went for the Silver Sole, but Kain was quick enough to move.
Adams: I think Kain's head and neck have a relationship and neither of them wanted to be apart.
Kain rolls Argento over and goes for the cover.1...
2....
Argento kicks out
Kain returns to his feet first and Argento gets to his knees, but Kain punts him hard in the ribs, sending Argento to his back. Kain tries to drop his knee across Argento's head, but Argento rolls out of the way. Argento gets back up and Kain quickly returns to his feet. Argento nails Kain with a huge clothesline, knocking him down to the mat. Kain springs back to his feet and gets nailed with a second clotheline. Kain springs up again and Argento lifts him in the air in a military press slam, dropping Kain face first. Kain rolls and tries to get back up to his knees but Argento lifts him up in a cobra clutch position, lifting him high in the air before slamming the King Of Kings to the canvas. Argento continues the assualt by stomping on Kain. Argento picks Kain up and slams a shot at Kain, sending him backwards against the ropes. Argento turns around and steps away from Kain before quickly turning back to face him and charging towards him with a clothesline, but Kain ducks out of the way and lifts Argento, dropping him chest first over the top rope. Argento bounces off the rope and stumbles in to the middle of the ring, as Argento turns around towards Kain, Kain spins his foot and catches Argento in the heart of the stomach, causing Argento to double over, holding his midsection.
Adams: Cyclone foot out of nowhere!
Kain steps back, a strange smile on his face as he raises his arms, causing the fans to cheer loudly for the king of kings.
Simone: This is a new side to Kain, feeding off the crowd.
Kain leaps in the air, connecting to Argento's head with a desvastating Quickening, leaping him in the air to plant his boot to the side of the six foot seven inch Argento! Argento falls to his knees and to the canvas. Kain rolls Argento over and goes for the cover.
1...
2....
3!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match..... KAIN!
Simone: Kain returns and looks stronger than ever.
Adams: Something very sharp about Kain.
Kain stands up, motioning a title belt around his waist.
Giani Di Luca is in the back with Simpson, James Huntington-Hawkes III bodyguard and servant. The duo stand outside a door.
Simpson: Are you sure this is the right move?
Giani nods at Simpson.
Giani: Yeah S! He's gonna look the bomb.
James' voice is heard behind the door.
JHHIII: I look like a complete idiot!
Giani: It can't look that bad bro. You're a champion now, you gotta dress in the ring like a champion now and ditch the sweat pants. No one should be wearing those.
JHHIII: I still look like an idiot! I mean feathers Giani! Feathers!
Giani: Stop whining and come on out here. Your match is up next!
The door creeks open to see James standing there in tight black and gold, shiny shorts, with matching black and gold boots with "JHHIII" down them. On his head, James is wearing a bandana and round his shoulders, a black feather boa. James glares at Giani.
JHHIII: I look like a freaking idiot!
Simpson and Giani both try to keep a straight face but Simpson turns around shaking his head slowly. Giani keeps a straight face.
Giani: Bro, you look a million bucks!
JHHIII: I look like a complete idiot!
Giani: Well, not complete
JHHIII: Say what?
Giani: Look bro, it's ring time, you look fine. Good luck.
Giani walks off, but in the distance, a loud laugh is heard. James shakes his head as the camera goes back to ring side
The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to “The World Belongs to Me” by My Darkest Days begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, the enigmatic figures of Misty and, the evening only, her disciple Ruby, fully cloaked in their black robes emerge from backstage. Ruby stands just in front of Misty, and the two women stand at the entrance for several moments. Ruby looks around the booing crowd with her yellow eyes, and Misty does the same, only her eyes appear to be glowing red. They ignore the booing and begin slowly and methodically making their way to the ring.
Several fans taunt them on their way to the ring, and while Misty is able to ignore them, for the most part, Ruby is less understanding. She hisses at some of these fans behind the barricades, but Misty taps her shoulder, and Ruby turns away from them. Once they reach the ring, Ruby walks up the steps first, walking on the ring apron where she sits on the second rope for her Queen. Misty follows behind her, then enters through the ropes where Ruby is sitting. Once in the ring, she runs her hand along Ruby’s cheek, and Ruby steps through the ropes joining her. Misty walks to the center of the ring, and Ruby walks past her and over to where Justin Decent is standing outside the ring. She snarls at him, demanding a microphone. Justin hands her one, and she turns around heading back over to Misty. Misty stands there, looking around the crowd, as does Ruby, and she raises the microphone with an angry look in her eyes. The fans booing intensifies, further upsetting Misty’s loyal disciple.
Ruby: Silence you ignorant fools! Our Queen wishes to address you unworthy souls!
Another round of booing, and Ruby looks as though she is going to explode. Her nostrils flare as she yells at the crowd.
Ruby: Show some respect!
Ruby gets further agitated with the crowd, and as she is about to throw a tantrum, Misty places a hand on her shoulder, immediately calming. Ruby turns and faces her, and Misty orders her to hand over the microphone. Ruby obeys, takes a step back, then kneels before Misty as she addresses the crowd.
Misty: Is this any way to treat the most dominant woman on the roster right now?! Is this any way to treat your Queen?! Dear sweet Ruby is right...You all need to show some respect. I don’t care how long it takes, but I am NOT leaving this ring until I say what I came out here to say, so I suggest you all listen up!
The crowd seems to ignore Misty's demands as they only get louder and more vicious with their booing. Misty raises her voice in an attempt to drown them out, and Ruby can only watch on, shaking her head in disgust.
Misty: You all are booing the woman who OWNS the Bombshell Division! Champion or not, I am the very BEST Bombshell SCW has to offer and you all know it! Ruby knows it!
Misty points to Ruby and looks at her as Ruby bows her head proving her loyalty.
Misty: My disciples...Damien, Dante, Sebastian and Zane...they all know it! Necra Octavian Kane...Laura Jackson...Karina Koji...The three women who I have defeated since my return all experienced firsthand the dominance I hold over them and the rest of the Bombshells. They won't admit it, but they know that I am the Queen...I am YOUR Queen, and there is no denying it anymore. Mark Ward and Christian Underwood can't deny it either. They know who rules the Bombshell Division...Who, quite honestly, rules them as well, but my focus lies with the women they employ and dealing with the sad state this division has become.
Ruby nods in agreement with her Queen, but keeps her head bowed down. Misty relaxes just a bit, finally able to lower her voice as the crowd quiets down slightly.
Misty: Even Mark Ward realizes what is happening, and he's trying to handle it himself, but that's not working so much is it, boss? You're walking around back there trying to intimidate Odette Ryder and the other ladies of NXT, but do they seem scared? Sure, you hold the future of the jobs in the palm of your hands, but if you wanted to fire them, you would have by now. What you should be doing is sending a much clearer message, but there's no proper way for you to do that yourself, is there Mark? The only way to get the message across to the ladies is by taking them out one...by one...by one. And last I checked, your newly formed group is nothing but a sausage fest. There's not a woman around to control you men...Yes, I said control.
Misty looks into the camera and winks. The fans boo her again, but she shrugs and continues her rant.
Misty: You see this little war that Mark and his boys have going with NXT is, in my opinion, just a little immature. They all want to be the Alpha Male...the top dog so to speak, but what they need to realize is that the women rule the show. In this case, the Bombshells do...or they used to. With MY guidance...MY leadership, the Bombshells will once again outshine the men's division. We'll be greater...more powerful than any of these men you see week after week. I'm sure you all doubt the influence I possess, but very soon, all that doubt will be erased, and it will be replaced with understanding and undying loyalty! And it all starts with ONE person...one Bombshell. I think you all know who that lucky lady is, don't you?
The look on Ruby's face turns sour and disgusted, and the crowd begins to cheer Odette Ryder's name, knowing Misty has been focusing a lot of her attention on the cheerful Aussie, and NXT member. Misty nods as she looks around the crowd.
Misty: Ahh, yes. You do know, and you all have been paying attention. Of course you have been. Anything to do with Odette Ryder just grabs your attention immediately! She's made quite an impact this year, hasn't she?
The crowd cheers loudly again, and Misty just smiles. Ruby looks absolutely furious, but she hasn't moved from her kneeling position.
Misty: I bet you all would LOVE to see Miss Ryder tonight, wouldn't you? You'd love to cheer for your favorite Bombshell and one of the leading ladies in NXT, even though she is not booked tonight, right? Do you all want Odette out here in front of you all?!
The crowd erupts in a loud pop for their resident Australian Bombshell, and this causes Ruby to slam her hands and head against the mat in frustration. Misty bends down and runs her hand along Ruby's back and whispers something in to her ear. Ruby slowly gets to her feet, keeping her head facing the ground as she stands close to her Queen. Misty turns and looks toward the backstage entrance with a wicked grin.
Misty: What do you say Miss Ryder? Why don't you join me in the ring and give your fans...your RyderNites what they want? We need to have a little chat anyway. So come on out---
Misty is suddenly cut off as Odette's music hits the sound systems, and the crowd goes crazy. "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, accompanied by her best friend and number one fan Melody Grace. 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. She and Melody then make their way down to the ring.
Odette slides in under the bottom rope, while Melody reluctantly walks up the steps as Ruby keeps her eye on the bubbly blonde. Odette walks around the ring, giving the crowd and the cameraman a cheeky smile, before walking over and getting a microphone from Justin Decent. Her music dies down and she joins Melody grace, as they both stand just a few feet away from Misty and Ruby. Odette looks at Misty with a cheerful smile and she raises to microphone to speak, but Misty cuts her off almost immediately.
Misty: It's about time we meet face to face with no one else around, Odette, don't you think? Have you met my loyal subject, Ruby?
Odette waves to Ruby, giving her a polite smile, but Ruby snarls at her, looking ready to lunge. Melody looks nervous being in the same ring as Misty's fiesty disciple, but Odette reassures her everything is okay, before raising the microphone to speak.
Odette: Shouldn't she be on a leash? She looks like she bites.
Misty chuckles, and looks at Ruby. Ruby is fuming, and she has her eyes locked on Melody. Misty places her finger on Ruby's chin, moving her head to face her. She looks in Ruby's eyes, shaking her head, and Ruby bows her head apologetically. Misty turns to look at Odette once again.
Misty: I apologize for Ruby's behavior, Miss Ryder. When she gets in these moods, she tends to forget who is in charge. Do not worry about her. She will not bite...unless I tell her to.
Odette: I'm still a little confused as to why she'd want to bite me in the first place! I mean, I've never done anything to her, or to you. So why do I have a target painted on my back all of a sudden?!
Misty grins and she takes a step closer to Odette and Melody.
Misty: Target? There is no target painted on your back, dear Odette. You make it seem like my intentions for you are nothing more than physical. Trust me when I say this, Odette, if I wanted to kick your ass, I would have already done it. No, what I have planned for you goes beyond beating you senseless in this ring.
Odette laughs, remaining upbeat and not intimidated by the seasoned veteran standing before her.
Odette: Bring it on! I don't back down from any challenge. I welcome it!
Misty: Oh, dear Odette, you might just live to regret that statement soon. You know, you come out here and make the fans happy. You make your little nervous blonde puppy dog behind you happy, and you make your big magician star boyfriend happy. Everyone is so happy go lucky when Goody Two Shoes, Odette Ryder, is involved because that is the only side of you they see, isn't it, Odette? You see the good in everyone around you!
Odette is slightly taken back by Misty's sudden outburst, but she doesn't back away. She stands her ground and keeps her cheerful smile on her face, which only seems to agitate Misty.
Odette: You make that sound like a bad thing!
Misty: No, not a bad thing. A stupid thing, but not a bad thing. You see Odette, you and I are similar in a lot of ways, but different all at once. We both accomplished a lot in the beginning of our time here in SCW. I was the very first Bombshell Champion, while you were one half of the first Bombshell Tag Team Champions. You were voted Rookie of the Year...I was voted Woman of the Year. You are currently in NXT, while I used to be in NXT. The key difference between us, though, is that while you see the good in people, I see the complete opposite. I see the darkness within everyone around me.
Odette: You can't find bad in someone who has nothing but good going in her life, Misty, and you won't break me! You can try all you want, but it won't happen. I've got everyone cheering me on and supporting me, and I won't disappoint them! I won't disappoint myself. You want to come after me? Go for it, sweetie! Give it your best shot.
In a brave move, Odette takes a step closer to Misty, nearly getting nose to nose with her. Feeling as though her Queen has been threatened, Ruby steps forward, ready to attack, and Melody Grace also steps forward showing her loyalty to Odette. Misty holds Ruby at bay, but keeps her eyes locked on Odette, who smiles confidently at the two-time former Bombshell Champion. Misty raises the microphone, narrowing her eyes and glaring menacingly at the always bubbly Odette.
Misty: Oh I'll give it my all, Odette, and I expect you to do the same. This will be a truly epic battle between good and evil. A battle for the ages here in Sin City Wrestling. Do not fight me for too long, Odette, because I am not a patient person. I always get what I want.
Misty drops the microphone to the ground, engaging in a stare down with Odette for what seems like minutes. She snaps her fingers and orders Ruby to back awat, and Ruby heads towards the ropes, where she sits on the second rope so Misty can exit. Before Misty backs away, she reaches her hand up to Odette's face and runs her finger along her chin, giving her a devilish smile. She turns and walks away soon after, exiting through the ropes, and Ruby follows after her, and the two begin heading backstage as the crowd boos them. Just before the reach the curtain, Odette addresses them one last time.
Odette: Hey Misty, let's bring the house down! No title involved, just a good old fashioned fight! A fight that I'm looking forward to!
Misty stares at Odette and laughs. She shakes her head and applauds Odette's confidence, then barks an order at Ruby. Ruby turns and disappears through the curtain, and Misty follows behind her, as Odette and Melody remain in the ring, pumping up the crowd to another round of cheers.
Justin: The following contest is a Lumberjack Match, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship!
The crowd cheers.
Justin: Introducing first, the challenger! Accompanied by Sapphira, and originally from Utrecht, in the Netherlands, he now resides in New York, New York, weighing 239 pounds ... Goth!
"Darkside" blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress. Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring, he lets Sapphira take off his robe and awaits his opponent.
Simone: Goth is a two-time former Roulette Champion and the odds are heavily in his favor to walk away from this one with the title once again around his waist.
Adams: No kidding! Look at who the champion is!
Simone: I still can't believe it...
Justin: His opponent is the reigning and defending SCW Roulette Champion! Accompanied by Simpson, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing 155 pounds ... James Huntington-Hawkes III!
The lights dim down a little and the opening to Maroon 5's "Moves Like Jagger" starts to play. The fan's look towards the entrance ramp as two beautiful women walk out from the backstage area and stands either side of the entrance ramp. A huge man with a bald head, Simpson, appears at the top of the ramp, wearing a suit. The man adjusts his tie and points to the entrance ramp and a shorter, young looking man, maybe in his teens walks through the entrance, much to the amusement of the fans. The champion is wearing his new gear, courtesy of Giani.
Simone: What in god's name is he wearing!?
James Huntington-Hawkes III stands on the top of the ramp, and the two beautiful young ladies takes an arm each, and lead him down towards the ring, with the big man leading the way. As the four get to the ring, Simpson steps up the ring steps and bends open the ropes for James to step up and in to the ring James runs up the steps and in to the ring, The women quickly follows him up the steps and in to the ring, followed by Simpson. James steps to the center of the ring and the two women stand behind him and James starts to dance. Moving first to the left, then a step to the right, moving his arms out in the opposite directions then he steps. He takes a two steps forward, dipping his shoulders, before leaning back and doing a 'Jagger strut' and raising his arms.
Simone: Is it my imagination or is that brat wearing booty shorts!? ... And a feathered boa!?
Adams: That's where I've seen that outfit!
Simone: say what?
Adams: Didn't Christian wear that same getup when he went under the ring name the Pink Flamingo?
Simone: Uhhh ... so what do we call him now, then?
Adams: Bitch?
James slowly peels the gold belt from around his waist and passes it over to Drew Patton, who holds it up over his head for everyone present to see. Drew then passes it out to Justin who sets it up on the ringside table, then takes his microphone again.
Justin: Introducing now, the special Lumberjacks!
The crowd murmurs in heightened interest and then the curtains part and the cheers escalate into whistles and catcalls as various SCW Bombshells emerge onto the stage and walk down the aisle!
Simone: Wait a minute! Bombshells!? The Bombshells are the Lumberjacks for this title match!?
Adams: Correction! Lumberjills! This is great!
The fans cheer as down the aisle walks Vixen ... Trish Newborn ... Jessie Salco ... Cookie S'Mores and Brandi Shotze ... Becky 'Ragdoll' Jones ... Alexis Morrison ... Odette Ryder ... Laura Jackson and Amanda Cortez ... Amy Marshall ... Fantasia ... Misty ... Necra Octavian Kane ... Pussy Willow and finally, Miss Rocky Mountains! Goth frowns and JHHIII just looks confused as the Bombshell 'Lumberjills' take their spots around the ringside area.
Adams: This is crazy! This is wild!
Simone: This is what the Roulette division is all about!
Adams: You should get out there Bel! You're a Bombshell!
Simone: I'll stay where I am, thank you. If I didn't, there'd be no telling what you'd be capable of doing.
JHHIII looks pleadingly at Simpson who is now on the outside in his corner and the manservant can do naught but shrug helplessly at his boss's predicament. Goth turns and gives his full focus on the champion as Drew calls for the bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
VS 
ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Immediately, JHHIII turns and looks to duck out through the ropes but on the outside, Fantasia and Amy Marshall step closer to one another's sides, blocking him from exiting. JHHIII then turns and tries for the next side of the ring and there, Laura Jackson and Amanda Cortez lean in closer, smiling at the champion while blocking him.
Simone: I think the champion is about to wet himself.
Adams: He better not. Pee stains never come out of lycra.
Goth steps from the corner, a sinister smile on his face and JHHIII foregoes all caution and tries to duck out through the other side of the ring but Sapphira and Alexis block his path, allowing Goth to grab the champion from behind and drag him back into the ring. JHHIII shrieks for help as Goth spins him around and the champion's cries are cut short when Goth strikes him with a short-arm lariat that floors him.
Simone: And just like that, the kid is out like a light.
Adams: Nope! No. Look! The brat has life in him yet.
JHHIII coughs and sputters, holding his sternum as he slowly rolls over onto his side while Goth stalks him slowly. Goth walks up to his side, smirking and he insultingly slaps the younger champion upside of the head, taunting him. On his way to his feet, JHHIII is assisted by the challenger and former champion, and flung across the ring with an Irish whip into the turnbuckle. Goth pauses for a moment, savoring the moment, and then follows in but to no avail as JHHIII turns around and puts his hands on the turnbuckle, and kicks out backwards like a mule and strikes Goth in the face, knocking him back!
Simone: Nice counter! I am surprised!
Adams: I'm shocked!
Goth falls to his back, but shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs quickly and sits up. JHHIII runs off of the ropes and jumps, hitting a low cross body to the mat and he tries holding Goth down for the pin.
1..... Goth quickly kicks out.
JHHIII scrambles to his feet and Goth grabs him by the ankle, but the champion lashes out and delivers a sharp kick to Goth's head, knocking him back.
Adams: Goth may be bigger and badder, but a kick like that will do anyone a little damage.
JHHIII looks around for a means of escape, then opts for the turnbuckles in the corner. He climbs them, when Simpson shouts out a warning. The champion turn around and sees Goth back on his feet. Goth comes running in and JHHIII tries to jump off for some form of double axehandle blow, but Goth catches him in a bearhug and throws him overhead in a suplex maneuver! The momentum sends JHHIII skidding clear across the ring! Goth grabs the ropes and slowly pulls himself to his feet, in complete control of this match. He walks across the ring to the motionless JHHIII and he drops down into a simple cover, without hooking the leg.
1.....
2.....
3-JHHIII gets his shoulder up!
Adams: I don't believe it!
Simone: You don't believe it!? Look at the look on Goth's face!
Goth looks both surprised as well as pissed off as he stares smoldering holes at the official before he returns to his feet. Goth grabs Hawkes by the hair and the back of those skimpy trunks and heaves him through the ropes and to the outside where the 'Lumberjills' await!
Adams: And heeeere we go!
The Bombshells appear to go easy on Hawkes, if you can call it that, as 'Ragdoll' grabs two handfuls of those small trunks and gives the champion the atomic wedgie from Hell! JHHIII SHRIEKS in pain! Belinda and Jason both cover their ears.
Simone: How can someone so scrawny be so LOUD!?
'Ragdoll then shoves him forward and into the waiting arms of the gargantuan Cookie who grabs him and plants a big, wet one on him! She then breaks, leaving the champion gasping for air, and she hauls him up over her head in a military press and dumps him back into the ring!
Adams: One has to wonder what scares Hawkes more; Goth or playing tonsil hockey with Cookie!
JHHIII uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, gasping and wiping his face. Goth grabs his feathered boa from the champion's corner and whips it around JHHIII's throat and he starts choking him, using the boa as a handle.
Adams: Hey hey! Can he be disqualified for that!?
Simone: I'm not sure! The referees usually give a lot of leeway in Roulette matches, no matter what stipulation!
Drew is trying to get Goth to let the champion go, but Goth has a demented expression on his face as he growls ferociously, continuing to choke the "brat prince" out!
Simone: Uh oh! Get him out! Get him out of the ring!
Simpson has seen enough as the gargantuan 'manservant' of the champion has climbed into the ring and he charges forward like a lumbering rhino and he clubs Goth in the back of the head with a stiff clothesline, knocking him down! Drew races over and shouts at the top of his lungs for Simpson to exit the ring!
Simone: Easy, Drew!
Adams: No let it out! Otherwise it might get backed up and come out some other way.
Simpson ducks out of the ropes and to the floor, satisfied he has given his boss and important opening. JHHIII gags and chokes, coughing as he stands up, his face flushed scarlet red. James looks at the downed challenger and smiles brightly as he starts to kick away at him.
Simone: Kicking a man when he's down. I guess I shouldn't really be surprised.
Adams: Hey what did you expect? If he tried bringing him to his feet he'd just be asking for it all over again.
Getting some inspiration, JHHIII then grabs the boa and he proceeds to wrap it tightly around Goth's feet, effectively hobbling the challenger.
Adams: I am surprised he was smart enough to do that!
Simone: Sometimes I think we aren't giving that kid enough credit.
JHHIII uses the boa as a handle to drag him (with much effort) over to the ropes where he starts stomping down on him. JHHIII then presses both feet into Goth's throat while using the ropes for added leverage to choke the challenger out, returning the favor from earlier. James then drops off of him and plants both feet into Goth, using his weight and the ropes to kick Goth under the ropes and to the outside!
Adams: And here come the Bombshells!
Vixen, Odette Ryder and Fantasia are the first ones over there and they immediately start to lay into Goth with open handed shots and fists as the challenger struggles to get back to his feet, and while Sapphira shrieks in anger at the abuse of her meal ticket!
Adams: You know what the hardest part of this is!? If Goth fights back....
Simone: He might as well kiss his career in the SCW good-bye!
Goth is enraged and he rears his fists back and the women back away quickly but Drew also drops from the ring to ward the women away as Goth starts to climb back inside! No sooner does he get one foot through the ropes then JHHIII grabs the rope and jerks it *UP*, straddling Goth! JHHIII then grabs him in a front facelock and simply drops back, DDTing Goth!
Simone: That kid is thinking! Some of that training is finally paying off!
JHHIII strains to roll Goth over onto his back and he covers him!
1.....
2..... Goth kicks out, throwing the champion away from him!
Adams: Doesn't really matter much if he doesn't get the job done!
JHHIII grabs Goth by the hair and tries pulling him to his feet when Goth grabs the champion with one hand by the throat.
Adams: Uhhhh ohhhh!
JHHIII looks petrified as Goth has hold of him and then pulls him in and bites him hard on the face! JHHIII struggles wildly and screams out in pain! Drew orders Goth to stop this and he finally does so. Goth then picks JHHIII up and body slams him! Goth drags him to his feet and does it a second time, and then a third!
Simone: Oh it is only a matter of time.
Goth drops a fist into the champion's limp form and covers him.
1.....
2.....
3 - No! Foot on the ropes!
Adams: I might be mistaken but I think one of the Lumberjills did that!
Goth looks up at the official's direction that the champion used the ropes to save himself, and thus, save his title. Goth shouts a certain four letter curse word and pulls the champion to his feet. Goth Irish whips him into the far corner and comes in for a running dropkick but JHHIII moves at the last moment and Goth crashes on the back of his head! JHHIII quickly covers him, putting his feet on the ropes for additional leverage.
1.....
2..... Sapphira slaps the champion's feet off of the ropes, thus breaking the pin! She immediately gets into a screaming match with Necra and Jessie! JHHIII ignores this and backs up into the corner and mounts the middle turnbuckle.
Adams: Um, if this didn't work before, what makes him think it's going to work this time?
Goth gets to his feet and turns around. JHHIII jumps off with a sloppy flying bodypress but Goth catches him with a sneer! Suddenly Odette Ryder is in the ring and she jumps onto JHHIII's back, and Goth staggers back, and Brandi Shotze climbs in quickly and she too jumps onto them and Goth falls back in a dog pile, er, Bombshell pileup! Amanda and Laura jump in and add onto the pile as do Vixen and Cookie, while the 'heel' Bombshells try to break it up and Drew simply opts to make the count with Goth beneath the mass of comely Bombshells!
1.....
The crowd boos (with a few scattered cheers) as heel Bombshells tear away at the face Bombshells, prying them off of the pile!
2.....
3!
Justin: The winner of the match, and STILL SCW Roulette Champion ... James Huntington-Hawkes III!
There is now a full blown Bombshell Brawl in the ring as Simpson hurriedly pulls his boss from the ring, while Sapphira convinces a pissed off Goth to exit as well while security rushes into the ring to try to restore order!
The determined face of Duke Ata Tupoi is seen in the camera, the camera moves to the side of Duke to see Hot Stuff Mark Ward talking at him.
HS: I don't want you to just get out there and beat him Duke. I want you get in that ring and rip his soul from his body.
Duke nods
HS: I want him in more pain than he's ever been in before. I want this message sent to those New XTremes that I am the boss. They can't walk around here like they own the place, they don't, I do. Do you hear me Duke? This is where we take out their enforcer. A group is nothing when an enforcer gets taken down, their cover gets blown. I want you to reach inside him Duke, I want you to rip out Casey's heart, I want you to rip the heart from NXT. This is why you're here Duke. You're a monster, you're beast, you're a savage.
Duke breathes deeply and nods, his face becoming more and more intense
HS: This is the big stage Duke, once you do this, people are gonna feel the shockwaves through the wrestling world. SCW is the big time, with a huge audience, you get to show them all that you are not to be messed with Duke. This is your time to break up someone who has won two out of three titles here. This is yours Duke. Now, do you understand me?
Duke looks towards Hot Stuff and nods his head slowly
HS: Good
Hot Stuff smiles at Duke as the scene fades
The cameras open up backstage just outside the men’s locker room area. SCW reporter Ms. Rocky Mountains walks up to the door ready to knock. She seems confused and leans her ear against the door, listening to the voices inside. Only two voices can be heard coming from inside. One belonging to a male and the other belongs to a woman. She knocks on the door and takes a step back, waiting for one of the people inside to answer the door. Shortly after, an unfamiliar red-headed woman wearing a navy blue fitted knee length dress walks out of the locker room, giving Ms. Rocky a polite smile.
Ms. Rocky: Excuse me. You do realize this is the men’s locker room, don’t you?
The woman folds her arms across her chest and nods. The smile never leaves her face.
Woman: I am well aware this is the men’s locker room. I was just inside having a conversation with one of the superstars.
Ms. Rocky: I’m sorry, what did you say your name was? You look familiar, but I don’t think we’ve met.
The woman extends her hand for a shake, which Ms. Rocky accepts.
Woman: Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Sabrina Stevens. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Rocky Mountains, correct?
Ms. Rocky: Yes, that is right. Sabrina Stevens you said? You wouldn’t happen to have been speaking to Rage in there, would you?
Sabrina: As a matter of fact, yes I was. I’ll be seeing more of him for the for seeable future, which I suppose means I’ll be seeing more of you and your co-workers, Ms. Rocky.
Ms. Rocky seems slightly more confused as she looks toward the locker room door.
Ms. Rocky: Could you possibly go get Rage for me? I’d like to get a quick word with him before his match which isn’t too long from now.
Sabrina: I’m sorry, but that won’t be possible tonight. Had you been here earlier, I would have allowed it, but he really needs to focus right now. He doesn’t need anyone upsetting him, but any questions you have I’d be more than happy to answer myself.
Ms. Rocky stares at Sabrina blankly for a moment, unsure of what to do. Sabrina remains silent and she smiles politely waiting for Ms. Rocky to continue.
Ms. Rocky: Ms. Stevens what exactly is your relationship with Rage? If I heard correctly, you only met him earlier this week, and now you are trying to take his place in an interview? That seems really odd.
Sabrina: There isn’t exactly a label on my relationship with Rage, but if you want any sort of answer to that question, I’ll give you this. Just consider myself his therapist. And, I am not trying to take his place in this interview, Ms. Rocky. I am just helping to keep him focused on his match tonight. I know how reporters work, and I have a good feeling that had you been speaking to Rage instead of me at this moment, he would already be visibly upset and frustrated, and that is not something he needs at the moment.
Ms. Rocky:Okay…
Sabrina: Is there anything else I can help you with, or can I get back to my business with Rage now?
Ms. Rocky shakes her head.
Ms. Rocky: No, I think that will be all. I’ll catch up with Rage some other time. Thank you for your time Ms. Stevens.
Sabrina: Please call me Sabrina.
Sabrina and Ms. Rocky shake hands once again before Sabrina turns around and disappears back inside the locker room. Ms. Rocky stands there for a moment, baffled and slightly disappointed that she wasn’t given the opportunity to speak to Rage himself, but she shrugs her shoulders and walks away.
Justin: The following contest is a singles match. Introducing first, from Nashau, NH, weighing in at three hundred and seventy pounds, he is the frieght train of pain, he is....CASEY WILLIAMS!
As the screeching call of insanity of "All Aboard" hits the speakers, Casey Williams comes out, with the intense look in his face. As the guitar riff plays, Casey walks down the ramp, pauses, pyros go off behind him.
"Crazy,but that's how it goes
Millions of people living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train"
Then Casey climbs up the apron and over the top rope into the ring, and gives and angry yell.
Justin: And his opponent, from Nuku, Tonga, weighing in at three hundred and thirteen pounds, he is.... "DUKE" ATA TUPOI!
Tongan war chants start to echo through the arena and a focused looking Duke Ata Tupoi appears at the top of the ramp. The crowd boo as the member of Tonga royalty walks towards the ramp, his eyes focused on his opponent. He slides in the ring and just stares across the ring towards Casey.
DING DING DING
VS DUKE ATA TUPOI SINGLE MATCH
As the bell ring, Casey moves quickly towards Duke, but Duke slams a hard shot in to Casey's head, stunning the big man. Casey stumbles backwards and Duke charges him, lifting him off his feet with a rugby tackle, taking off his feet and sending a resounding thud echoing around the arena as nearly seven hundred pounds crashes to the ring. Duke nails Casey with hard shots to the head. Duke lifts his hand in the air, his thumb extended, before slamming it down hard in to Casey's throat. Jasmine St John keeps a close eye on things and warns Duke, but Duke ignores the referee and pulls Casey to his feet, catching him with another thumb to the throat. Casey holds his throat, gasping for air, as the man, almost the same size as Casey, nails him with a clubbing blow to the back of his head. Casey falls and holds on to the top rope but the aggressive Duke moves towards him and rubs Casey's head across the top rope, scraping his eyes across the ropes. Casey spins around and Duke steps back, charging at him with a clothesline and takes him over the top, over half a ton of weight crashing to the ground outside the ring.
Simone: Did you hear the sound of almost seven hundred pounds hitting the floor from that height?
Adams: It made me jump so high, I almost dropped my slushy!
Duke gets to his feet first, Casey slowly following him. Duke forces Casey back to the barricades, with huge blows to the top of his head, knocking Casey down to the floor. Duke steps back and charges towards Casey but Casey rolls out of the way as Duke's knee connects with the metal barricades. Casey pulls himself back to his feet and Duke moves back towards him but Casey nails Hot Stuff's hired gun in the jaw. Duke stumbles back from the shot from the freight train of pain. Duke leans against the ring as Jasmine St John yells at the two to get back in the ring. Casey charges at Duke and squashes him against the ring. Casey quickly takes Duke by the wrist and spins him around and throws him in to the ring apron.
Adams: I think the ring just shifted with the impact.
Casey grabs Duke by the head and tosses him in the ring. Duke's head hangs under the bottom rope and Casey drops an elbow across Duke chest, before following up with a punch to the head. Casey slides in the ring and looks down at the fallen Duke Ata Tupoi. Casey grabs Duke's legs and puts them under his arms. Casey drops backwards and flips Duke up, slingshotting him under the rope, catching Duke's throat under the bottom rope. Casey grabs Duke, pulling him to his feet and kicks Duke in the gut. Casey grabs Duke's head and puts it between his legs, before lifting Duke in the air and dropping him with a bone jarring powerbomb!
Simone: How the hell did Casey get him up?
Casey drops down to cover Duke.
1....
2....
Duke kicks out!
Adams: Casey is stronger than a hobos armpit
Simone: What?
Adams: Have you ever smelt a hobos armpit? Damn that's strong!
Casey pulls Duke to his feet and knife edge chops him across the chest. Duke falls backwards and Casey moves towards him.
Adams: Did you know Duke is Tonga royalty?
Simone: Well he's royally getting his ass whooped by Casey. How did you know that?
Adams: Wiki.
Casey grabs Duke by the head and slams him face first in to the turnbuckle. Casey spins Duke around but Duke leans back on the top rope and kicks Casey in the face. Casey moves out and tries to charge Duke, but Duke moves out of the way and Casey runs shoulder first in to the corner. Duke slands hard forearm shots to Casey's back and kidneys, hammering down blow after blow on Casey. Duke grabs Casey's legs and pulls him out the corner, dropping the big man on his face. Duke stands behind Casey as he lays on the mat and puts a boot on the back of his head, pressing his head in to the canvas. Jasmine warns Duke again, and Duke glares at her, letting go of the hold. Duke lifts Casey up and nails him with a shot to the face before grabbing his arm and pulling him in to a short clothesline, almost taking Casey's head off his shoulders. Duke pulls Casey back to his feet and hooks Casey in a front facelock before lifting him off his feet in an implant facebuster DDT! Duke rolls Casey over for the cover and Jasmine St John drops down and goes for the count.
1....
2....
Casey kicks out!
Simone: This is just a brawl.
Adams: It's what the boss wanted. He is paying Duke to destroy Casey
Duke pounds the floor and pulls Casey to his feet and lifts him in the air, putting him on his shoulders, with a huge feat of strength, as the crowd gasp with surprise. Casey tries to wiggle free but Duke spins around and drops him with a huge spinning Samoan drop!
Adams: Duke calls that the Haka Drop!
Duke sits up, looking down at Casey, a strange smile crossing his face as he puts two hands on either side of Casey's head. Duke pulls Casey back to his feet and whips him in to the corner face first. Duke walks over and lifts Casey on to the top rope.
Simone: Duke could be looking for the Burning Gata.
Duke tries to lift Casey on to his shoulder but Casey spins an elbow backwards and knocks Duke away. Casey turns around on the rope and leaps from the second rope, knocking Duke down with a huge shoulder block. Duke rolls over and Casey gets to his feet. As Duke gets to his feet, Casey charges him with a huge big boot, catching Duke under the chin and knocking him backward. Casey stands up, balling up his fist as he looks down on the fallen Duke
Simone: Casey looking to nail Duke with the Kiss Of Death.
The crowd start to boo.
Adams: Hot Stuff is here!
Hot Stuff Mark Ward, jumps up on the ring apron and Casey sees him out of the corner of his eye. Casey spins around, swinging his fist towards Hot Stuff, but Hot Stuff jumps off the ring apron at the last second, looking up and smirking at Casey.
Simone: Hot Stuff is sticking to his word about tagetting NXT members.
Casey yells towards Hot Stuff but Duke Ata moves up behind Casey and lifts him in a torture rack position, before dropping him down with a modified Burning Gata! Duke rolls on top of Casey.
1...
2....
3!
DING DING DING
Justin: Here is your winner..... DUKE ATA TUPOI!
Adams: Duke did what Hot Stuff hired him to do and chopped down the giant.
Simone: He needed the help of Hot Stuff.
Adams: Technically, Hot Stuff didn't touch him, but he said he will get under NXT's skin and he seems to be doing exactly that.
Casey gets to his feet as Duke leaves the ring. Hot Stuff glares at Casey as he raises Duke's arm, when all of a sudden, Jordan Williams slides into the ring out of no where, armed with a chair. Jordan takes the chair and nails Casey right across the back-which doesn‘t faze Casey. Jordan gets a worried look on his face as Casey turns to face Jordan with a pissed off look on his face.
Simone: Jordan might want to run!
Jordan then rocks Casey with a hard chair shot to the head, which sends Casey staggering into the turnbuckles. Jordan grabs Casey and throws Casey’s left shoulder between the top and middle turnbuckles into the ring post! Casey stumbles backward holding his shoulder as Jordan grabs the chair once more and lays in a vicious chair shot to Casey’s arm! Jordan drops the chair, then takes Casey into mat with a crucifix arm bar. Casey uses his right hand to prevent Jordan from wrenching back with the arm bar, but Jordan wins the battle and pulls back viciously with the arm bar!
Adams: Jordan is trying to break Casey’s arm!
Suddenly, the fans in the arena start cheering loudly when they see Kain bolt down the aisle, knocking Hot Stuff and Duke Ata over as he speeds past.
Simone: It’s Kain! Kain was put of commission with a broken arm courtesy of Jordan Williams months ago!
Jordan hears the cheers and rolls out of the ring as Kain slides in to help Casey Williams out. Jordan has a cocky grin on his face as he admires his work as Kain kneels next to Casey to check on him. Kain points at Jordan and does the throat slash gesture but Jordan blows him off and walks to the locker room as the fans shower him with boos.
Adams: This isn’t over by a long shot! Jordan Williams has to answer to not only Casey Williams, but Kain as well!
Simone: You know Kain wants revenge for what Jordan did to him!
The SCW arena goes quiet, wondering what the next thing to happen in the show is. All of a sudden "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" by Delain hit the PA. The man that walked out had fans floored and booing.
Simone: Is that who I think that is?
Adams: Daniel Tyler! Oh my god, the Withered Rose has come to SCW. For what though?
His smirk radiated through the arena as the music died down. The boos got louder and he just shrugged and continued on.
Daniel: Ah, you loyal fans are the reason I came back.
The booing got even louder, allowing Daniel to chuckle.
Daniel: Oh come on, your not welcoming your newest SCW superstar that way are you?
Simone: Are you kidding, he is the newest SCW star?
Daniel: Well then, the next bit of news I have for you may surprise you. I managed to talk someone into joining me. She is very excited to be here. She also wanted to be a Bombshell and take over that division. Ladies and gentlemen I give to you one half of the current PWX tag team champions and Icy Revolution Tiami Tyler!
Virtue and Vice by Delain hit the PA and out walked Tiami Tyler, PWX tag team strap around her shoulder.
Simone: Tiami Tyler is in SCW!
Adams: Damn that girl looks fine. PWX tag team champion arriving on the SCW scene!
Tiami took the mike from her brother, smiling.
Tiami: What's up SCW!?
A mixed reaction came from the crowd. Tiami smiled, going on.
Tiami: Just wanted to let you know that we are here because we are the damn bar set in pro wrestling. We came to SCW to take over.
She dropped the mike as Virtue and Vice hit the PA. Tiami and Daniel raied their hands in the air as we go to commercial.
The cameras open up backstage where we once again find Misty and Ruby headed down one of the halls. Misty seems quite annoyed, and Ruby follows behind her, curious as to where they are going.
Ruby: Forgive me for asking my Queen, but where are we going now? I thought we were done for the night?
Misty shakes her head and laughs a little, but she keeps walking.
Misty: My work is never done, sweet Ruby. No, Miss Ryder has given me an idea and she doesn't even realize it. I have to have a little chat with my large egoed boss before we leave.
Ruby: If that is what you wish. I will call Damien--
Misty stops and spins around glaring at Ruby with angry eyes.
Misty: You will do no such thing, Ruby! Damien and the brothers have no purpose here tonight. If you so much as dial his number, there will be severe consequences.
Ruby: Forgive me my Queen. As you wish. I just thought their protection was needed if you are going to confront Mr. Ward.
Misty again laughs. She brushes the back of her hand along Ruby's cheek and smiles.
Misty: Well intentioned as ever, Ruby. No need for concern. This is not a confrontation. It is more of a friendly unplanned meeting. He will have no reason to harm me. Not that he would, or could, anyway.
Misty turns back around walking along the hall. She searches for the right door, until she finds it, grinning at the the sign that reads "Co-Owner Hot Stuff Mark Ward" on the outside. Ruby is about to knock, as she assumed Misty would want her to do, but Misty instead opens the door and walks in uninvited. Hot Stuff was going through some paperwork, but when his door bursts open, his attention is drawn away from whatever papers are in front of him, and he looks furious at the Bombshell standing before him.
HS: Bloody hell, I knew I should have stayed in London this week. There is a thing called knocking, Misty. You should give it a shot sometime.
Misty: Not knocking was a more effective way, though, don't you agree? You could have ignored me had I knocked.
Hot Stuff leans back in his chair, glaring at Misty though she has a point. He glances at the snarling Ruby beside her.
HS: What's her problem? She seems more pissed off than me at the moment and you two burst into my office uninvited.
Ruby: Your Queen does not need permission to do anything! She does anything she so wishes!
Hot Stuff laughs, then leans forward, looking at both Ruby and Misty with an amused look.
HS: Ok first off, this True Blood reject is not and never will be "my queen". I gave her a job here, and I can easily take it away, so that makes me the King, don't ya think? Secondly, if she decides to start doing anything she wishes, I just might take away this job of hers. She's just as replaceable as anyone else. Now, would you care to tell me what the hell you want or am I gonna have to have you escorted out of here like I've done before?
Ruby growls at Hot Stuff, and he smirks. Misty faces Ruby and whispers to her, and she calmly takes a few steps back, turning her attention away from Hot Stuff. Misty takes a few steps closer to Hot Stuff, and folds her arms across her chest, an arrogant smile appearing on her face.
Misty: I have a favor to ask from you. A favor that would help both of us in a way, but regardless of whether or not you agree, I'll take actions into my own hands.
HS: Oh really? Well do enlighten me your majesty.
Misty: You seem to be in a bit of a bind handling the ladies of NXT yourself. You don't have the proper "female muscle", if you will, to get the job done. Allow me to do it for you, because we both know that I'm more than capable of taking them out.
Hot Stuff narrows his eyes at Misty and thinks for a moment. Misty waits patiently for a response.
HS: If this is your way of trying to weasel your way into my group, think again.
Misty shakes her head and laughs.
Misty: I do not "weasel" my way into anyhing, boss. I told you, regardless if you agree, I'll take them out one by one, saving the best for last. I do not need your orders to do so, either. We both know I have no place amongst you and your inflated egos. I do my own thing.
HS: So then what is the point of this? If you're just going to do whatever the hell you want, why did you need to burst into my office?
Misty: Because I needed to throw an idea your way for next week. I'd like a match, and I hope you'll give it to me so I don't have to take matters into my own hands. I want to show Miss Ryder just what she is so looking forward to, beginning with her lady friends of NXT. I'll keep them away from you, and you can sit back and watch it all happen.
Hot Stuff places his hand on his chin, leans back in his chair and gives it some thought. He thinks for a moment before he nods in agreement.
HS: Alright, fine. You want a match with one of the ladies of NXT next week, you got it. But if this confidence of yours doesn't follow through, there will be consequences. Think about that for a while. Now get out of my office.
Misty: Are you going to tell me which one I get to take out first?
HS: Nope, I'll leave that a surprise for ya. You've got enough confidence that I'm sure either way it goes, you'll be happy, so go. I've got work to do.
Misty nods and turns away. She has a satisfied smile on her face as grabs Ruby's arm and the two walk out of Hot Stuff's office. He glances at the door as Misty closes it behind her.
HS: At least I didn't get kicked in the crackers this week. Bloody Bombshells...
Hot Stuff gets back to going through all the paperwork, and the cameras fade.
It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!
Justin Decent: The following contest is a TAG TEAM MATCH UP and is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first, from Los Angeles, California, standing at 6 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 251 pounds, he is… NICK JONES!!!
Justin Decent: And his opponent… Hailing from HOTlanta, Georgia standing at 6 feet 5 inches and weighing in at 253 pounds, he is… 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.
Justin Decent: And their opponents… Introducing first, from London, England… Standing at 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 220 pounds, he is… ”PRIMETIME” MATTHEW KENNEDY!!!
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 into 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 removes his glasses and orders a ringside attendant to remove his jacket only to berate him for the slightest mistake before entering the ring whilst yells down the phone, once in the ring he bounces of the ropes as he waits for his opponent and Marty takes up position at ringside, if his opponent is already in the ring he simply stairs at him with disdain.
Justin Decent: And his opponent, hailing from Parts Unknown, standing at 6 feet 8 inches and weighing in at 300 pounds, he is… RAGE!!!
Waking The Demon by Bullet for My Valentine starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Wrath, Rage, appears from behind the curtain. He stands at the entrance for a few moments, as the crowd cheers him on. He begins making his way to the ring. Once to the ring, Rage walks up the steel steps, stepping over the top rope to enter the ring, where he once again hoists his fists above him to the cheering crowd. He steps down and exchanges glares with both of his opponents from across the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
VS 
TAG TEAM MATCH
Jordan Williams stands across the ring, shouting over at Rage who responds simply by gritting his teeth. The audience boos until the big man starts making his way toward Jordan. Jordan backs up a few steps, but is surprised as Primetime reaches over and tags himself in. He shoves his way past Rage, making a mad dash at Jordan. Jordan drops down and rolls out of the ring, causing the fans to start shouting at him. He looks around and shouts at them to shut up. He takes a few steps back as Kennedy points at him and then to Nick, trash talking both of them. Nick begins talking trash to Kennedy next.
Simone: When did this turn into the Great Debate? Isn’t this supposed to be a wrestling match?
Adams: If Jordan didn’t want to fight right away, then Nick should have started things out. This could have been a Main Event caliber match…
Kennedy works his way over to Nick, grabbing him around the neck, trying to pull him inside of the ring. Instead, Jordan sweeps him off of his feet. With Kennedy on his back, Jordan climbs onto the ring apron quickly. He launches himself over the top with a catapult legdrop that connects. He quickly gets up and lays into Kennedy with rapid boot after boot. He then mounts Kennedy and hits furious punches to his face. Not until he is satisfied does he let up. He stands up and holds his arms out to the side, soaking in the loud boos of the audience. He points out to a particular fan and shakes his head in disgust. He leans down and picks Primetime up off of the ground. He lifts him up for a standard body press, but Kennedy slides down his back. As he does so, he hooks his arms around Jordan’s neck and drops down with an Inverted DDT. This gets the audience cheering a bit. Kennedy rolls Jordan over, but uses the opportunity to return the humiliating mounted punches rather than a pin. He throws in a few slaps for good measure until Jordan reaches up and rakes his eyes. He shoves Kennedy off of him and both men scramble to their feet. Kennedy goes for a quick clothesline, but Jordan counters it into an armbar, taking Kennedy down to the ground again.
Simone: These two are having a hard time staying off of the mat.
Adams: The hatred between Primetime and Mark Ward’s elite is growing day by day, and when you mix these elements together, you are just asking for an explosion of egos.
Simone: Is Rage actually yawning instead of trying to help his teammate?
Rage truly is yawning in his corner in a sarcastic manner, but the intensity in his eyes shows that he is truly angry. Kennedy inches his way to the ropes, grabbing onto the bottom one tightly with his free arm. The referee calls for the break, but Jordan doesn’t let go. After arguing with Jordan for a minute, the referee starts a count.
1!
2!
3!
4!
BREAK IT UP!
Jordan finally heeds Drew’s warning, letting go of Kennedy’s arm. He picks Kennedy up and goes to Irish Whip him across the ring, but Kennedy catches himself on the ropes and leaps over to tag Rage in!
Adams: And the glazed over look has disappeared from Rage’s face. It’s now time for him to do what he does best.
Simone: Frown, growl, and curse like a sailor?
Adams: Okay, second best… Kick some ass!
Rage charges at Jordan who holds up his arms in surrender. He points behind Rage, who just smiles his sadistic smile. Jordan continues to point behind him, making him believe his partner is turning on him. As Rage turns around, Jordan leaps onto the big man’s back and falls down with a crushing Backbreaker. Nick claps his hands together and laughs at Rage who is writhing on the ground. He starts to get in the ring, prompting Kennedy to do the same. As Nick retreats, the referee turns and stops Kennedy from getting near the action. As they argue intensely, Nick sneaks into the ring and he and Jordan lift Rage off of the mat. They each take an arm and wrap it around their shoulders. They nail Rage in the ribs with hard jabs until they are satisfied. They use all of their might to lift Rage up for a Vertical Suplex. Kennedy points at them as he continues to insult the referee.
Adams: Haven’t these guys learned by now that when you argue with the referee, it allows your opponents more time to do double damage to your partner?
As they get Rage to a nearly vertical position, Rage reverses the momentum and nails both men with a double Swinging DDT that shakes the entire ring. Even Kennedy looks stunned as he ceases his arguing and his jaw drops. The referee turns around to see Rage lifting Jordan and Nick off of the mat at the same time. He holds their heads back as he looks at both men, trash talking them before slamming their heads together. He holds onto Nick’s hair and walks him over to the ropes where he deposits him on the outside… with force! The fans cheer on the big man, but it has no effect on him as he lifts Jordan off of the mat. He Irish Whips him across the ring, and as he rebounds, Rage lifts up a boot. Jordan barely ducks under it, rebounding once more, he leaps at Rage. However, Rage reverses the momentum and hits a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam on Purely Sexy. The mat shakes hard and Rage hooks the leg.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Jordan uses all of his might to kick his legs up. Rage looks a bit annoyed (as usual) and he slams Jordan’s shoulders down to the mat, pressing harder for the pin.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Rage stands up and looks at the referee, signaling a faster count. He reaches down to lift Jordan off of the mat, but Jordan trips the big man up, landing him across the bottom rope. He takes a few steps back as Rage starts to lift himself off of the rope. Jordan bounces off of the opposite ropes and comes flying forward with his knee. He uses his leg to choke Rage, smiling as he calls out to Nick. Nick uses the opportunity to get a couple shots in to RageFace… er, Rage’s face. Kennedy dashes into the ring and hits a baseball slide to Nick. He gets up and rips Jordan off of Rage, shoving him. Jordan shoves him back, and the two are about to go to blows until Drew Patton gets involved, ordering Kennedy back to his corner. Jordan stands by, gently waving to Kennedy with a smile on his face.
Simone: Of all people, Jordan Williams is lecturing someone else about how cheating is wrong? That has got to be the most hypocritical thing I’ve heard in a while.
Adams: Well it is, and Kennedy ought to know better. Or at least know how to do it when the referee ain’t looking, yeah?
As Nick pulls himself onto the apron, standing in his corner impatiently, Rage starts to rise up. He slowly stalks Jordan from behind as he is waving to Kennedy. Jordan takes a few steps back and bumps into Rage. He lets out a scream that is borderline shrieking as he turns around. Rage mocks Jordan’s wave as he hits a hard right to Jordan’s face. Jordan stumbles back, pleading with Rage, holding his hands out in surrender. Rage shakes his head as he follows after Jordan. Jordan drops down to the mat and crawls under Rage’s legs! As Rage grabs onto his ankle, he twists at it, causing Jordan to shout out in pain. However, Jordan is able to pull their weight a bit. He gets up on one foot, hopping on it with Rage still attached to the other ankle. He tugs and tugs as hard as he can until he finally reaches Nick’s outstretched hand!
Simone: And we’ve finally got to see our former Heavyweight Champ in action for the first time since High Stakes II!
Adams: I imagine he’s got a lot of frustrations to take out on these two. This should be interesting!
Nick climbs onto the top rope and leaps off onto Rage’s back, locking on a rear naked choke hold that almost instantly frees Jordan from the Ankle Lock. Jordan throws his leg up and knocks Rage in the crotch, acting as if it were an accident as he crawls over to his corner. He lifts himself up and climbs outside, grabbing onto the tag rope. Nick switches up the choke hold a bit to make it legal as he brings the big man down to the ground. He looks as innocent as a boyscout as the referee comes over to check on Rage. He asks him is he gives up, and Rage groggily replies with a no. Nick tightens the hold up a bit, digging it in as the referee watches Rage’s eyes close. He asks Rage again, but he doesn’t get a response. Nick smiles as the referee lifts Rage’s hand up into the air. He lets it drop to his side.
1!
He waits for a second and then lifts Rage’s hand once more. He looks at Rage’s face and then drops it down again.
2!
Kennedy gets into the ring and charges at Nick, but Jordan is there to head him off. Kennedy smacks Jordan in the face, and then Jordan returns the favor with a punch to the gut. Kennedy retaliates with his own low blow to Jordan. In the meantime, the referee has lifted Rage’s hand in the air once more, looking around before dropping it. Kennedy lunges forward, trying to interrupt in some way. However, he is too late when Rage’s grip tightens. He clinches his fist together and clubs at Nick’s head. The fans erupt into a loud round of cheers.
Adams: I can’t believe it! Somehow, some way, Rage is still in the fight!
Simone: I don’t know how he did it, but he is giving it his all here tonight.
Nick tightens his grip, but Rage clubs him once more. Kennedy avoids the referee and hits a very pointed kick to Nick’s head, knocking him off of Rage. The referee drags Kennedy to the ropes and forces him to his corner once more. Rage and Nick slowly make their way to their feet, doing their best to gain composure before their opponent does. They turn around and face each other. Rage hits a somewhat weak punch at Nick. Nick hits a slightly stronger punch to Rage, being much fresher in the match. They go back and forth, until Nick sends Rage flying into the ropes. As he rebounds, he catches Nick with a clothesline, and promptly walks over to Kennedy. He tags in his partner and then climbs onto the apron. Rage sits there for a second, fuming. He looks around at the ring and then he waves a hand at them. He climbs down off of the apron, taking a few steps backwards as the referee starts calling for him. Rage shakes his head and turns toward the ramp!
Simone: What? Where is Rage going?
Adams: I could be wrong, but looks like he’s headed to the back.
Simone: Oh, you think? I meant WHY is he leaving, Einstein?
Adams: Oh… I’m not sure. Your guess is as good as mine. But thanks for the compliment.
Rage slowly walks up the ramp as Primetime looks distracted. He walks back, right into Nick’s arms. Nick hits an Underhook Suplex to Kennedy. Jordan climbs inside of the ring and helps Nick hold Kennedy up. The audience seems confused as they point out into the crowd. Slowly, the crowd parts and Tom Dudely jumps over the barricade. He slides into the ring and gets in Kennedy’s face. He talks a little trash before Nick and Jordan force Kennedy down to his hands and knees. Tom sizes him up before bouncing off of the ropes, hitting his patented Axe Kick. Tom rolls out of the ring and stands on the outside innocently as the referee turns around to inspect the noise. He orders Jordan outside who obliges happily. Nick lifts Kennedy off of the ground and puts him in position for the Best Of All. As he nails the maneuver, he stands up and simply puts his foot on Kennedy’s chest. The referee drops down for the count.
1!
2!
3!
Justin Decent: Your winners… the team of NICK JONES and JORDAN WILLIAMS!!!
Simone: Of all the dirty, underhanded tricks pulled in this match, that ending has got to be the most disgusting and appalling part of it all…
Adams: Ummm… I wouldn’t speak too soon, Belinda…
The bell rings as Tom slides back into the ring. He immediately stomps away at Kennedy, shouting at him the entire time. Jordan and Nick lift the limp body off of the ground and Tom assaults him with a barrage of punches, kicks, and ends it all by swinging around behind Kennedy and locking on the Dudely Crossface. The bell continues to ring, but Dudely refuses to let up on it. Rage is at the top of the ramp, shaking his head in disgust before walking behind the curtains. As security files down the ramp to break it up, only then does Dudely let go of the hold. Nick, Jordan, and Tom shake security off of them as they leave of their own accord.
Simone: We have some footage from earlier that we have been asked to show tonight...roll tape.
Vixen moves into camera view, a small FoxCam logo in the corner. She smiles at the camera before addressing it.
Vixen: Listen, in the sense of fairness, I think what I have to do is give Blade Alexander some really good advice considering that he is going to be facing Spike Staggs tonight. As much as I don’t like you for the fact that you made some very bad allegations about NXT and me, I think that I should do my good deed for the day and let you know that the match you have against Spike is going to be a bloodbath.
Vixen sighs as she leans forward.
Vixen: I suppose you would say that I am doing this as some sort of gimmick to make you worry that Spike is going to do something that you can’t counter. Make you realize that he should have me there to protect you.
Vixen: But that is going to be fine by me. I know that Spike and I do work well together but seriously, tonight when you face Spike, I am going to enjoy watching him beat you from stem to peter finish. Because you know what...your crocodile mouth is writing cheques that your canary ass isn’t going to be able to cash.
Chuckling, Vixen leans back once more.
Vixen: Maybe to cash those cheques, you are the one that needs to be on his knees begging Spike for mercy.
With that, the image goes to snow
Simone: Strong words from Vixen for Blade, I wonder if he will take her advice.
Adams: I don’t know but if Vixen would like me on my knees...I would be willing to pay.
Backstage area, Pussy Willow chases Hot Stuff Mark Ward down the hallway.
PW: Mark! Mark!
Hot Stuff stops in his tracks and turns around
HS: You keep running darling, love the way plastic bounces
Hot Stuff nods a Pussy Willows chest.
PW: Ummmm, thanks. I have a couple of questions for you
HS: Uh uh.
PW: Matthew Kennedy....
Hot Stuff holds his hands up, stopping Pussy Willow
HS: I thought you wanted to talk about something that mattered, not a nobody. Look, guy can trash talk all he wants, doesn't mean I'm gonna waste my time with him. When he goes and wins a major title, than I'll think about him.
PW: Ok, Aleksei Koji has invited you to meet him in the ring next week. Are you going to accept his offer?
A wide smile crosses Hot Stuff's face.
HS: I wouldn't miss it for the world. Right funbags, I'm off, got things to do.
Hot Stuff walks away and the camera heads elsewhere.
Justin: Introducing first the challenger, 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: Introducing next, the he is the current reigning, and defending, Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion! From St. Louis, Missouri, weighing 265 pounds ... 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 eyes off Blade Alexander
After Spike’s entrance Drew looks over and makes sure that Justin has left the ring before bringing Spike and Blade into the centre of the ring to discuss the rules of the match. Calling for the bell Drew gets this one underway.
DING DING DING
VS 
HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
Spike and Blade start off by circling around one another trash talking, Blade signals that he wants Spike’s championship around his waist which causes Spike to lunge forwards towards him. The two lock up and the battle of strength begins, Spike over powers Blade and pushes him into the far corner, holding him there for four seconds Drew steps in between the two trying to break it up.
Simone: Drew is going to have his hands full tonight
Adams: his hands full with what?
Simone: The match you idiot…
Adams: Oh….
Breaking it up for the sake of the match Spike takes a few steps back before heading right back to it. Locking up once again Spike pulls Blade out from the corner and pushes him into the ropes, Blade tries to power his way out of this but is unable to as Spike applies more pressure bringing Blade down to one knee. Blade gets up as soon as his knee touches the ring canvas and is forcefully pushed into the opposite corner, Drew starts the count while Spike holds him there. One… Two… Three… Four… Drew squeezes in between the two and pushes Spike off of Blade warning the two to stop their shenanigans. Spike does what he is told and confidently walks over to the other side of the ring, causing Blade to explode out of the corner. Blade rushes towards Spike and once again the two giants of the ring lock up with a head full of steam Blade is able to push Spike back into the ring ropes but Spike once again shows his dominance by reversing it. Blade now has his back pushed against the ropes. Drew pleads with Spike again to break the hold, releasing it slowly Blade swings a closed right fist and connects with the side of his face. Spike stumbles back and holds his face as Blade comes charging towards him looking for a shot to the back of Spike’s head but Spike out smarts him and turns swiftly connecting with a short clothesline. Blade drops to the matt but gets up as quickly as he can; grabbing his forearm Spike Irish whips him into the ropes, as Blade is on the rebound return Spike drops him with a shoulder block. Spike darts over towards the turnbuckles climbing them quickly he waits for Blade to make it to his feet. Stumbling away Blade doesn’t notice where Spike is until it’s too late a pair of wrestling boots come down colliding with his face from a perfect missile dropkick.
Simone: Brilliant drop kick from the champion.
Adams: You know Simone… I can dropkick…
Simone: Correction Jason… you are a dropkick…
Blade rolls out of the ring and walks around it shaking his head waving his hands towards Drew as he makes his count. Spike stands with his hands on his hips looking down towards Blade before getting jack of it and slides out of the ring. Spike goes to bring Blade back into the ring but Blade boots him fair in the midsection before yanking on Spike’s arm and drags him into the steel ring post. The fans in arena let out a massive boo as Blade just walks around smiling. Approaching Spike Blade grabs a handful of his hair and his wrestling trunks pulling him up off the padded flooring before tossing him towards the ring, Spike’s lower back crashes against the apron. Falling to his knees Spike holds his back as Blade delivers three devastating kicks to his spine. Pulling Spike back up again Blade pushes him back into the ring underneath the bottom rope, sliding into the ring after Spike; Blade is quick to start his assault on the back of Spike Staggs. Kick after kick sends a sickening sound around the arena as boot connects with skin. Leaning down Blade picks Spike up only to send him straight back to the ring canvas with an upper cup forearm. Spike grabs onto the bottom rope trying to gain a little bit of support as Blade stalks him lifting him up once more Blade goes to whip Spike across the six sided ring but Spike reverses it and sends Blade into the corner.
Simone: The champion reverses the move….
Adams: Blade looks pissed….
Fuming out of the corner Blade hurdles towards Spike but Spike ducks down and catches him with a rapid back body drop Spike hooks the leg and goes for the first pinfall of the night.
Adams: Here we go!!!
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Simone: Not even close…
Drew only makes it to two before Blade’s shoulders lift up off of the canvas, both competitors are back up to their feet and Spike is the first to attack grabbing the arm of Blade his whips him into the ring ropes this time on the return Blade flattens Spike with a shoulder block. Blade goes for a cheeky pin
Adams: Blade’s turn….
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Not even close Spike powers out of the pin. Pulling Spike up of the matt Blade brings his right knee up to his face three times before yanking his face up to his screaming into the face of the champion Blade laughs as he delivers another stiff upper cup to the champ. Circling the fallen champion Blade takes his time soaking it all in as the crowd starts a NXT chant trying to get behind the current SCW heavy weight champion. Blade picks up the champion and attempts to throw a punch at his face but Spike catches his hand and wrenches it before going for a kick to Blade’s midsection, Blade moves out of the way quickly and ducks behind Spike. Wrapping Spikes hands round the back of his head Blade goes for a full nelson slam but Spike bends down and pushes himself away from Blade. Spike runs towards the ropes and returns with an athletic flip over Blades back he goes for the sunset flip but Blade is refusing to go down to be pinned. Capitalizing on the situation Blade brings his knee up and smashed it down to the back of Spike’s neck pushing his face into the ring canvas. Blade is quick to cover the champ and goes for the pin.
Simone: Blade is looking to wrap this one up early…
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Spike kicks out and Drew shouts out two at the top of his lungs getting Blade to smash his balled up fists onto the ring canvas before getting to his feet. As he attempts to lift Spike up, Spike wraps him up with an inside cradle Drew makes the count.
Adams: Back and forward, back and forward this match is making me feel a little sea sick.
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Kick out by Blade both champion and challenger are back to their feet, Blade delivers a hard knee to the stomach of Spike doubling the Champion over. Rebounding off the ropes Blade uses them as an accelerator as he drives his knee into the side of Spike’s face. The champion falls back down face first to the canvas. Blade goes for the pin
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Spike kicks out but Blade pushes him back down to the canvas and goes for another pin fall this time pressing his forearm across the face of the champion.
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Adams: that trick NEVER works Simone… Trust me I know!!!
NO! Spike kicks out again getting Blade to mouth off towards Drew like it’s his fault. Dragging Spike up to his feet Blade delivers a double knee shot to his face before tossing him down to the canvas. Blade stomps on Spike’s chest getting the SCW fans to bellow out with a ‘Blade Sucks’ chant. Raising Spike to his feet Blade wraps his right arm around his neck and brings him up for delayed vertical suplex, Blade once again goes for the pin.
Simone: Another pin fall attempt by Blade
Adams: This is awesome…
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Blade is back up to his feet looking furious Spike pushes himself up off the matt and makes his way back to his feet stumbling just slightly. Charging towards him Blade goes for a kick to the face but Spike blocks it before kicking Blade catching his head before he toppled to the matt Spike delivers a quick swinging neck breaker. Both competitors are back up to their feet and Spike runs towards the challenger dropping him with a clothesline, Blade is quick to his feet but is caught with a flying forearm to the side of the face. Not just one but two Blade stumbles back into the ropes and Spike goes to whip him across the ring but Blade reverses it midway. As Spike is rebounding towards him on the return Blade goes for a reverse shoulder block but Spike tears him down grapping onto his shoulders and slamming him down with a take down. Spike hooks his legs over Blade’s arms and grabs the challenger’s legs and goes for a pin fall.
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NO! Both men are quick to their feet as Spike starts to pound his fist into the face of Blade, stalking him backwards into the corner. Lifting Blade up to the top turnbuckle Spike quickly climbs it. The two exchange rights hands but Spike gains the upper hand as Blade sways backwards from his position on the top rope. Taking one more step Spike is standing on the top rope.
Adams: The champion is taking a risk being up the top
Simone: No he isn’t Spike is well known for his high flying…
Adams: Well Sorry…. I didn’t realise I was doing commentary with the captain of the Spike Staggs fan club
Jumping Spike tangles his legs around the face of Blade and flies from the top rope with a head scissors take down. Spike goes for the cover.
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Blade kicks out, both men are back to their feet Spike slams his fist into the back of Blade before wrapping his arms around his chest. Spike looks as if he wants to hit Blade with a German suplex but Blade drives his elbow backwards slamming it into the face of Spike Staggs. Blade twists around so now he is facing Spike he wraps his arm around the neck of Spike but Spike counters with a quick Northern lights suplex. Drew counts…
Adams: This match has more pins than… wait a minute… I’ve already used that line in another match…
Simone: Seriously?
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Blade kicks out and is back to his feet before Spike and walks off to rest in the corner of the ring Blade gathers himself as Spike jumps to his feet. The Fans are chanting a mixture of ‘NXT’ and ‘Blade Sucks’ Rallying behind the champion, Spike runs towards Blade and goes for a flying clothesline but Blade turns and Spike’s face meets his shoulder. Spike falls the canvas as Blade hovers over the champion he grabs at Spike’s legs but Spike bends them back and uses his leg strength with a double foot kick to the gut. As Blade was standing so close to the ropes the momentum behind Spike’s kick sends him crashing over the top rope to the paddled floor below with a monster THUD. Spike rolls out of the ring and crouches down on the ring apron he goes for the spear as Blade is making it back to his feet, Blade steps out of the way just in the nick of time sending the champion to collide with the steel steps. Drew is making his count inside the ring as Blade laughs while looking down at Spike who is rolling around on the floor holding his shoulder that just kissed the steps. Drew is outside the ring checking up on Spike making sure is right to continue while Blade circles around the ring, mouthing off to the fans and catching his breath. After a few moments Blade pushes Drew away from Spike and lifts the champion back up using his short spikey hair and his ring trunks, Alexander pushes Spike back into the ring. Once inside the ring Blade goes for a pin fall…
Simone: Spike must be feeling the effects of the steel steps against his shoulder
Adams: What about the stairs feelings Simone? Do you not care about the stairs?
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Spike out of instinct and his ring sense alone puts his foot up on the bottom rope breaking Drew’s count to three. Blade is unaware and is yelling at Drew for taking so long while Drew is trying to explain that Spike’s foot is on the bottom rope. Seeing where he has gone wrong Blade makes his way to his feet with a sour look on his face, dragging Spike up to his feet with him Blade pulls him to the centre of the ring. As Spike is still doubled over Blade hooks his arms back and lifts the champion up above his head for an earth shattering power bomb. Blade goes for the pin…
Adams: This is it… New Champ, New Champ!
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Adams: Doh!
NO! Spike just will not die. Blade starts to kick the spine of Spike angry that the champion refuses to stay down. Pulling Spike to his feet Blade goes to punch him in the face but Spike hits a Enziguri out of desperation, both men are down and Drew starts to count. One Drew checks on Spike and his is slowly moving… Two Drew now checks on Blade who is stirring also… Three Drew is now standing in the middle of both men waiting for someone to make their move… Four Drew is back to checking on Spike asking him if he wishes to continue… Five he asks the same to Blade… Six Spike is staggering (HA Spike Staggering!) to his feet…. Seven Blade has rolled over and is now using the ropes to drag himself back up… Eight… both men are up but exhausted as Blade starts to run toward Spike, Spike rolls him up in a small package pin.
Simone: Small package
Adams: I definitely do not have a small package
Simone: That’s not what your wife says
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Quick kick out and both men are back to their feet but Spike ties Blade up with a back slide and Drew is forced to make another count tonight.
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Adams: I’m starting to think that Drew can’t count pass two….
Kick out by the challenger. Both guys are back to their feet but Blade nails Spike with a reverse shoulder block Spike topples to the matt as Blade walks around. Picking the champion back up by his head Blade hooks both of Spikes arms up around his back for a double arm power bomb. A crack is heard from the force of Spike’s back hitting the canvas but that doesn’t stop Blade from picking Spike up and repeating the process this time after he delivers the power bomb he goes for the pin.
Simone: Two massive power bombs in a row…
Adams: We call that a double whammy…
Simone: is that it’s technical term?
Adams: Sha!
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Spike kicks out once more and Blade is livid. Storming back up to his feet Blade starts to laying into Spike’s back with kick after kick after kick. Not caring where his foot lands as it alternates from Spike’s head, neck and back. Drew is trying to pull Blade off of Spike but Blade pushes him away, getting the fans to boo even louder. Spike rolls off his back and holds onto the bottom rope but Blade continues to wale kicks into the champion’s chest. Drew is back in on the action again this time forcefully removing Blade away from Spike. Spike is slowly dragging himself up using the ropes as Drew is talking to Blade about his bad behaviour. Spike is up to his feet but he is stumbling, Blade notices that he is up and starts to walk over towards him; out of nowhere Spike finds the turbo boost button and spears Blade to the ring canvas like arrow hitting a target. Spike doesn’t go for the pin straight away as he is laid out on his back as well catching his breath. Finally crawling over towards Blade Spike lays one arm across his chest going for a pin.
Adams: This has to be it Simone
Simone: I just don’t know Jason this match has gone backwards and forwards all night
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Three? WHAT? NO! Blade kicks out with everything that he had left in the tank. Both men sluggishly get up to their feet and look into each other’s eyes before circling one another. They are both heavily breathing and favouring some annoying match wounds, but they are standing nevertheless. Blade nods towards Spike confidently and they two giants lock up once again Blade gaining the upper hand pushes Spike back into the ropes where he looks as if he is about to send a flying right hook into the champions face but Spike counters and over powers Blade pushing him back into the same corner he was just pushed into only moments ago. Blade head butts Spike causing him to let go and turns the tables on champion once again, whipping him across the ring Spike smashes into the diagonal corner chest first. Blade comes in from behind and attempts to splash Spike but Spike lifts himself using the top rope and jumps backwards up and over Blade (ala Jeff Hardy) Blade turns quickly to slap Spike across the face mockingly. Grabbing Spike’s head Blade brings him in for a side headlock, Spike pushes him back into the ropes attempting to get him off him. Blade breaks his hold to whip Spike across the ring, Spike attempts to counter but Blade drops him with another shoulder block. Jumping down on him Blade is demanding that Drew count this pin quickly.
Simone: Such an ass… Drew is only doing his job
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Adams: WHAT ANOTHER KICK OUT?!
Spike once again kicks out and the fans are on their feet, Blade is on fire from being so angry getting to his feet he pulls Spike up with him and pushes him towards the ropes setting Spike up for his finisher The final Cut. Spike comes flying off the ropes and knocks Blade down and once again they are both laid out on the matt, Drew goes to start his count but Spike pops up to his feet. Blade stirs and attempts to get up himself but Spike pulls him up only to crash him back down with a jawbreaker, Spike doesn’t go for the pin he just sits there and looks at Blade and then at the turnbuckle. The Fans have started a D-Day chant. Making it to his feet Spike approaches the turnbuckle which he climbs and he makes it to the top rope, looking down at Blade, Spike doesn’t waste another second as he comes flying down with a Shooting Star Press Blade gets the knees up at the last second. His knees slamming into Spike’s body compacting with his rib cage. Spike is laid out on the ring canvas and Blade is stirring he doesn’t go for a pin in fact he locks in the Cross face… will Spike tap? The fans are on their feet trying to rally for Spike but Blade is reaping back and screaming through gritted teeth Drew is down on the ring canvas watching for Spike’s hand to tap the matt at any second. Blade continues to yank back on Spike’s face causing pressure on his neck and upper back he is determined to make it out of the arena tonight as the heavy weight champion. Spike is groaning in pain but is trying to slide across the floor desperately trying to make it to the ropes.
Simone: Spike just will not die he will not quit on his Championship
Adams: Mark is going to be soooo pissed!!
Spike had made it just inches away from the bottom rope his hand is out stretched Blade is still trying to snap his neck in two by the amount of pressure he is using to yank Spike’s face back. Spike’s hand drops to the canvas once but it’s not a tap, he crawls two more inches and lifts his hand up off the canvas once more and his fingers just barely loop around the bottom rope. Drew forces Blade to break the hold, slamming his fists to the matt in frustration Blade stumbles to his feet. Grabbing onto a handful of Spike’s spikey hair he signals for the end. Lifting Spike up he drags him into the centre of the ring and attempts to hit THE FINAL CUT but Spike counters and out of absolutely nowhere hits the SPIKEY PLUMMET sending Blade crashing down to the ring canvas. Spike falls down onto of Blade for the pin.
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Drew signals for the bell as Justin make’s the call
Adams: OH MY GOD! SPIKE RETAINS!!! SPIKE RETAINS!!!!
Simone: What a night Jason… what a match….
Justin: Here is your winner and STILL Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion…. SPIKE STAGGS
Simone: Spike Staggs is still the champion after an amazing match.
Adams: This could be an early contender for next years match of the year.
Simone: This is all we got time for tonight. Thanks for joining us, we'll see you next week.
As Spike is given his championship belt he lays on the ring canvas clutching at his gold and the show fades to a close.
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