The crowd is alive with energy inside of Palacio de los Deportes in Bogota, Columbia. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the stadium, 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 Palacio de los Deportes in Bogota, Columbia 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 in a red wig, freckle makeup, and a pink dress two sizes two small so it looks like she's about to 'bust out'. In one hand she has a microphone, and the other, an inflatable blow up doll dressed in a Spider Man outfit. The music kicks off as does the performance!
Amanda: Poor Peter Parker was pitiful
But then one day he went to that science lab
La li la, li de da
Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Now Harry the rich kid's a friend of his
"With great power comes great responsibility"
Oh, la la la, di de da
Now Norman's a billionaire scientist
And he's ridin' around on that glider thing
Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
It's a pretty sad day at the funeral
Oh, and M.J. is all hot for Peter now
Oh, la la la, di de da
Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Couldn't have been any shyer
Mary Jane still wouldn't notice him
Even if his hair was on fire
That mutated spider came down
Oh, and now Peter crawls over everyone's walls
And he's swingin' all over town
La la, li le la da dum
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause we're all in the mood for a hero now
And there's evil doers to fight
Who horns in on Mary Jane
But to his great surprise it seems she prefers guys
Who can kiss upside down in the rain
That's the catch phrase of old Uncle Ben
If you missed it, don't worry, they'll say the line
Again and again and again
La la, di di da da dom
Who never had time for his son
But then something went screwy and before you knew he
Was trying to kill everyone
And he's throwin' that weird pumpkin bomb
Yes, he's wearin' that dumb Power Rangers mask
But he's scarier without it on
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause you're brave and you're strong and so limber now
But where'd you come up with those tights?
Norman Osborn has bitten the dust
And I heard Harry's said he wants Spider-Man dead
Aw, but his buddy Pete he can trust
Aw, but Peter, he just shuts her down
Mary Jane, don't you cry, you can give it a try
Again when the sequal comes 'round
La la, di di da da dum
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause we all sure could use us a hero now
And we think that you'll do all right
The crowd cheers and applauds with hearty enthusiasm as Amanda takes a bow and starts to head offstage. She then turns around and brings the mic back up.
Amanda: So ... am I the only one here who's wondered what it's like to have Spider Man spray his web all over you?
She smiles and shrugs impishly and heads offstage to laughter and applause.
Simone: Hello and welcome to Bogota, Columbia, where we are live for SCW Climax Control! I'm Belinda Simone.
Adams: And I'm hunting for the guy who made nachos!
Simone: I think they came from Mexico.
Adams: Aye carumba! In that case, I'll just be Jason Adams.
Simone: We are on the second leg of the Capitol Punishment Tour, and tonight is going to be explosive. Earlier today, Hot Stuff Mark Ward said he will kick off the show as Team SCW and Team Erik draw their lines in the sand.
Adams: Tonight, we may see more choose their sides in this war.
Simone: But we have six matches to keep you tuned in. Aspen Chaud gets a second chance to start her SCW career as she takes on our resident superhero and Blast From The Past runner up, Roxi Johnson.
Adams: We can all feel safe with Roxi in the building
Simone: The Young Lions may have some tension between them but tonight they have to stand united against the odd paring of Hope Heelcum and Casper Grey.
Adams: If the Young Lions can stay on the same page, they could be dangerous.
Simone: Bombshell Roulette title on the line as Jessie Salco defends against the Jersey Devil Diva, The Ruthless Joanne Canelli.
Adams: Joanne's lovely
Simone: You're scared of her, aren't you?
Adams: Yes, I am.
Simone: Wimp. Anyway, Derek Thorne gets the chance of a lifetime, as he steps up against former heavyweight champion, Nick Jones.
Adams: Nick wanted new competition, he might have his hands full with Thorne.
Simone: We're gonna take things to the extreme as we put two of the most dangerous men in Sin City Wrestling, throw in a few weapons and let them beat the hell out of each other as we set Rage and Goth loose to rip down Columbia.
Adams: If they come near you, move for your own safety!
Simone: Our main event of the night is coming directly from the NWA, we get to welcome NWA Cruiserweight champion, Magni, to a Sin City Wrestling ring, as he defends against Vixen!
Adams: Vixen is running out of chances for this title, this is all or nothing.
Simone: This night is gonna be wild.
Adams: So let's get it going!
The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo’s explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. Hot Stuff looks at Justin Decent and motions for a microphone. Justin hands it to him as the music fades out
HS: Last week, we let Christian Underwood loose on Team Erik, that was a lot of fun, wasn't it?
The crowd cheer.
HS: Lots of fun, and I sat back there and laughed, choked on water, laughed some more, but it's brought a lot of speculation on who's gonna join who. Well last week, you also got to see that Spike Staggs is joining team SCW.
The fans cheer wildly.
HS: Spike and I have had differences in the past, but for the sake of kicking a common enemy in the nuts, Spike has made the right call, but it's set the tongues wagging and asking who is gonna join my team. We know that Aleksei Koji, Karina Koji and Trevor Irons have also made the right call, and Christian and I have been working hard to add to the teams to shut this idiot up and all week I've been talking to people all week and tonight, you just might see some names commit, but at this moment, it's time to have some fun and lay down a law or two.
Hot Stuff clears his throat.
HS: Erik, you didn't exactly pick the smartest group of rebels, did ya? You didn't exactly make a wise choice when it came to picking your lot. These guys have a the brain capacity of a slug. Let's start with your little rebels, gee, which one first, let's get going with Amanda Cortez.
Hot Stuff pauses for a second.
HS: Now Erik, you know we had this conversation a long time before you became a turning little bitch. Remember the no drug policy we pounded out after that certain guy and girl tried to make a living off drug promos? I bet you do. Now my eyes might be deceiving me, but didn't Amanda Cortez do the same thing?
The crowd cheer.
HS: Yep, she did, which means I could fire her right now, doesn't it?
The crowd cheer loudly.
HS: But I'm not gonna do that.
The crowd boo
HS: But as punishment, as of this moment, Amanda Cortez is now BANNED from any title shot till I say so, got it?
The crowd cheer wildly
HS: And speaking of drugs Erik. I saw a tweet from another of your little gang, Amy Marshall, talking about wanting to try Columbian Cocaine. Now other than giving the whole country of Columbia a bad name, that gives my company a bad name so if that shit EVER hits my screens, then her arse will be fired, cause I have no problem getting rid of someone for something that ruins lives. Parents have lost their children to things like this, and you got this idiot trying to glorify it. Erik, you know me well enough to kick her arse out faster than she got here. Keep her on a leash Erik, because when she goes, she'll take her little fiancee with her. Team Erik isn't looking so good anymore, is it?
The fans cheer as Hot Stuff leans on the rope.
HS: Let's talk about attacks now shall we Erik. Last week you decided to set your dogs on Thatcher Rex after he became roulette champion. That's not a good thing Erik, cause it makes me sit up and take action. Here's my action to it. Because of that attack, your whiny little bitch Hawkes, will now NEVER get a rematch against Thatcher Rex for that title.
The crowd cheer wildly once more.
HS: As much as I would love to see Thatcher stomp his boney arse in to the ground, he's now officially screwed and these people will see that you are powerless Erik. They will all see that you're nothing but mouth and no action. The fans see it, the smart people see it, the idiots you surround yourself with are like Stevie Wonder, can't see past their noses. At the end of the day Erik, I can dismantle any team, any dominant force, anything I simply don't like and you and your drug ridden slappers and never gonna break out of midcard men, are people I don't like. I will take you apart Erik, I will take your team apart. Team SCW will be successful. When you lot all jumped with Erik, you forgot to see that he was going up against two people with power. There's a lot of people I don't like, like Aleksei Koji for example, but is he on team SCW, for me? No, but for Christian, he is. That's the problem with you Erik, you never thought this one through, and we will prove that we are too strong for you Erik. You will see that you are well and truly powerless.
Hot Stuff smirks as he drops the microphone and Midnight Tornado starts to blast out.
Simone: Hot Stuff has sent a powerful message to team Erik by laying down the law with his stars.
Adams: Erik's stars will not be happy
Justin: The following match is your opening contest of the night and is a Bombshell match. Introducing the lady standing on my right. From Hollywood, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty one pounds, she is Aspen Chaud!
Adams: Second week in a row that Aspen is starting out in the ring.
Simone: That’s what happens when you don’t send in your entrance.
Adams: You sound like me now
Justin: And her opponents… Introducing first, hailing from Tampa, Florida, standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 132 pounds … Roxi Johnson!
"Outsider" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience.
Adams: Wooohoo Girl Power
Simone: Oh great it’s going to be one of those nights for you isn’t it?
The two bombshells lock up in the ring, Roxi is able to get the upper hand on Aspen locking in with a side headlock. Applying more pressure Aspen is forced down to one knee, dragging Aspen over towards the ropes Roxi pushes her into them. Collecting the new Bombshell on the rebound Roxi drives her face into the hard ring canvas with a bulldog. Roxi rolls over onto of Aspen for a quick pin.
1…
2…
Aspen gets the shoulder up, and without any complaints Roxi springs up to her feet.
Simone: Roxi looking to end this one quickly tonight
Adams: Well she is a busy Superhero you know, she does have the world to save.
Aspen gets back up to her feet and she charges towards Roxi, lifting her leg she swiftly kicks the Superhero in the midsection. Before Roxi can buckle over Aspen catches the back of her head with her left hand and quickly plants a stiff forearm smash with her right, connecting directly to the side of Roxi jaw. Spinning around on the spot Aspen links her hands around the back of Roxi’s neck and flicks her over her knee for a snapmare take down. As Roxi’s shoulders are down she jumps on top of her hooking the leg.
1…
2…
Roxi gets the shoulder up and the fans are going crazy.
Adams: Everyone loves the resident Crab Girl
Simone: Ah Jason...
Adams: What? What did I say...
Aspen is back to her feet as Roxi sit ups, running around her Aspen drives down with a somersault catching Roxi’s head on the way through slamming her face first into the canvas. Aspen stands up and taunts to the crowd who instantly boo her. Aspen goes for another pin fall.
1…
Roxi yanks her shoulder off the canvas and pushes Aspen off of her. Aspen is back up to her feet, she swiftly turns before dropping an elbow into the chest of Roxi. As Roxi is recovering Aspen stands back up and hits another swift elbow to the chest of the Superhero. Aspen goes for another pin fall.
1…
Roxi once again kicks out.
Adams: Did I miss something Simone? Is there are party on or something?
Simone: Why do you say that?
Adams: All these pin falls.
Picking up the Superhero by her long red hair Aspen drags her over towards the ropes, she pushes Roxi’s throat into the middle rope and uses her knee pressing it into her spine. Drew is quick to make a four count, Aspen drops Roxi and puts her hands up in the air acting innocent.
Adams: She didn’t do it
Picking her up by the hair once more Aspen pulls Roxi to her feet and does the same to the top rope, pushing her into the ropes trying to take the wind out of Roxi’s sails. Drew counts to four once more and Aspen lets go of the hold she has on Roxi’s hair. Walking away Aspen shows off to the crowd once more while Roxi stumbles to the middle of the ring holding her throat. Out of nowhere Aspen drops the Superhero with a swinging neck breaker, hooking the leg once more she goes for the pin.
Adams: Another cover? Oh man…
1…
2…
Roxi gets the shoulder up while Aspen slams her open palm into the canvas in frustration.
Simone: Going to take a lot more than that to topple Crab Girl.
Adams: Ha, catchy isn't?
Simone: What is?
Adams: Calling her Crab Girl.
Aspen starts to fight with Drew, pointing fingers in his face and all while Roxi is recovering. Stepping up closer to Drew Aspen is screaming in his face livid at his “slow” counts. While Aspen is arguing Roxi slides up behind her for a roll up pin.
1…
2…
Aspen just gets the shoulder up.
Simone: Thank god, hopefully Roxi can build some momentum here.
Aspen leaps off the matt but Roxi is already standing and waiting for her, dropping the new comer to the canvas with a clothesline. Roxi springs up to her feet and starts to lay hard kicks to the spine of Aspen, the Sin City Wrestling fans cheering with each connection of boot to spine. Aspen tries to crawl away from Roxi but the Superhero picks her up be the hair and pushes her into the ropes Irish whipping her across the ring. Upon the return Roxi slams Aspen’s face to the unforgiving canvas with a flap jack.
Adams: That’s gotta hurt.
Aspen out of instinct along springs up to her feet but Roxi is waiting for her once again dropping her to the canvas with a rapid clothesline. As Aspen gets up she is quickly knocked down by another clothesline. Picking Aspen up Roxi flings her into the ropes on the return she jumps up wrapping her legs around her neck for a head scissors take down. As Aspen is down Roxi runs towards the ropes jumping off the middle one for a spring board Moonsault aka Reality Bites, hitting it flawlessly Roxi hooks the leg and Drew makes the count.
1…
2…
3…
Drew calls for the bell as he raises Roxi’s hand in victory.
Justin: Here is your winner…. Roxi Johnson!!!!!
Adams: Yay! Justice prevails!
Simone: Roxi Johnson returns to winning ways
Adams: Now she can go and fight crime on the streets of Columbia and I get the feeling there's a lot of it round here
We fade in backstage to see Erik Staggs sitting at his desk, scribbling a few things down on some files, closing them quickly as we walk all the way into the office. He looks a bit annoyed as Amy Marshall, Amanda Cortez, and James Huntington-Hawkes stand there looking equally as annoyed.
JHHIII: We hear what you are saying, but this is rubbish, Staggs!
Amanda: It’s bullshit, Mr. Staggs. How am I better off siding with you when now I can’t even go for any more titles, and I can’t team with Laura now?
Amy: I wouldn’t normally agree with her, but this is shit! You made promises that you damn sure are not keeping, Staggs!
Erik rubs at his temples as he notices the cameras there. He takes in a deep breath as he closes his eyes and then looks back to the three standing in front of him.
Erik: I understand that you guys are frustrated, but you had to know that these two would react like this when they feel threatened. Soon enough, if I have it my way, they won’t be able to ignore us or shove us down any longer. If you want to give up already, then just say so. But if you are truly committed to seeing change, then give me a chance here. We are not finished… not by a long shot.
The three look at each other for a moment as if trying to think it over. Roxanne walks into view and pulls them over to the side for reassurance. Erik looks up, appearing to be annoyed as he tosses the pen across the desk. He folds his fingers together, looking directly into the camera as Pussy Willow comes into the shot with a microphone in hand. He rolls his eyes as he looks over at her, staring for a long while at her chest as she twirls her blond hair around her finger, oblivious to his very apparent staring contest with her puppies.
Pussy: I’m here with the very quiet Erik Staggs. He seems a bit distracted by something. Maybe it is the “verbal bitch slap” he received from Christian Underwood last week in Venezuela?
Erik is able to regain his concentration as he breaks the stare, looking up to Miss Willow’s face, chuckling at how vapid she is. He slowly stands up from his chair, gently sliding it in underneath his desk as he stands over her. His cold blue eyes stare into hers intensely before he finally cracks the signature Staggs half smirk. He takes one step back and leans down into the microphone while looking into the camera.
Erik: Hmmm… I’m going to hazard a guess… Did Christian… Underwood send you here for this interview? Because I definitely did not schedule it for myself.
Pussy Willow looks surprised as her eyes widen. She stomps the ground in what can only be imagined as frustration, although it looks more like terrible porn acting. Erik points to her, shaking his head with a comical look on his face, muttering “Do you guys see this?”
Pussy: Yes… Who told you? Darn it, he told me not to tell you because it was supposed to be a surprise.
Erik: God love ya Pussy Willow… If it makes you feel any better, I just *reaches up* pulled it out of the air like so. Call it a crazy guess if you will.
Erik chuckles, pointing to her once again as her eyes light up. She sighs in relief before bringing the microphone back to her lips.
Pussy: I thought I ruined Christian’s surprise for a minute. So, you never answered my question about the altercation with Christian last week…
Erik: Well, darling. It is because you never asked me one.
Pussy: I didn’t? I could have sworn I did.
Erik: Nope…
Pussy thinks really hard about it, analyzing her entire conversation with Erik, trying to piece it together in her dense little brain. Erik has lost his fun with watching Pussy make a fool of herself and instead he takes a wet wipe from his desk, then removing the microphone from her hands with it. After polishing the mic up until he is satisfied with the cleanliness of it, he brings it up to his mouth.
Erik: Don’t stress yourself out, Jugs. I guess Christian didn’t think enough of me to send the one with the brains. Sure, Rocky doesn’t show off the goods as much, but at least she has half of a brain in her head… Anyway, let me make this easy for you, Pussy… Stop making my office smell like a South American fish market, and scoot on out of here.
Pussy thinks about it for a moment, and then she looks offended. Before she can say anything, Roxanne appears in front of the camera and shoves her out of view of the camera. Pussy is heard protesting in the background as Erik reaches into his desk, pulling out a bottle of Febreze. He gives it a few quick sprays, shaking his head in disappointment, letting loose a long spray. He waves it toward his face and then nods in satisfaction. He then looks back to the camera with a wide smile spread across his face. He lets it resonate for a moment before continuing.
Erik: Christian, old buddy… How the hell are ya? *pause* Good, good to hear. I bet you are really proud of yourself for all of those insults you were slinging in our direction last week. Oh, you should be. Do you know the hell I had to deal with when we got to the back? Everyone except Misty was practically at my throat. You caused a lot of discord within my little group of rebels.
Erik turns his head ever so slightly to his right, studying the camera for a moment before continuing with a hearty chuckle.
Erik: Heh… and Mark? Oh, I bet you thought you frosted our cake with your little outburst earlier tonight. Barring someone from receiving their rightful shot at a rematch to their title after handing one out to a man who was clearly beaten just a few weeks before. You both know James deserves his return match, but what can I say? I’m outnumbered here. And poor Amanda, our little tickle cutie… Denying her a shot at any title because she puffed a little “Martian Grass”? I remember a notorious bombshell who aired that in her promos weekly, and was allowed anything her little heart desired. And how dare you even threaten to fire Amy Marshall? For a tweet? There is no proof that she actually did any of that...
Erik looks to be a little fired up, which for him means that he is absolutely livid. He takes a deep breath, controlling it finally before looking dead center into the camera.
Erik: You two must feel very proud of yourselves, building up a team of folks who are supposed to put out my fire. Interrupting my speeches? Degrading the talent that I have recruited? It must make you two feel pretty good about yourselves, right? Well…
Erik pulls out his chair, relaxing himself a bit as he lowers into it. He lean back, propping his feet up on the desk to show just how “nervous” he actually is.
Erik: … let me tell you two exactly what I told Team Erik when we came back from both bureaucratic bullshit rants. Let me expose the truth to these idiots who fill up the stands to watch New X-Tremes wreak havoc on SCW. Mind you, the same people who you utilize as your cash cows are the same ones who you called losers, leading up to Blaze of Glory II when I unveiled my plans. Unfortunately, I only saw the hypocrisy from Mark, but then last week when Christian came out on his little tirade, I realized hypocrisy runs in the SCW family. Do you idiots still need clarification? ¿Idiotas necesidad que lo diga en español?
Erik smiles widely as the boos are heard coming from the arena. He tilts his head back, chuckling to himself for a moment before hanging the microphone over his lips.
Erik: The two owners of Sin City Wrestling have done nothing but protect their investments since the day they opened the doors. It was proved when Blade Alexander, a Main Eventer who consistently won matches, was shoved down to bottom feeder status because he called bullshit. The same thing is happening to me and my alliance right now. The only difference is that we have united, and we will not stand for it! Everyone has asked me why I didn’t really respond much to Christian’s rant last week, but it was not out of cowardice. My silence was tactical, and very, very precise. Why should I waste my breath when Christian was making my very point for me?
Erik leans up a bit, bringing his attention back to the camera. He has a very devious look on his face as he stares on for a moment to allow each and every one of us to try fathoming what he means.
Erik: Christian thought he was getting us really good when he belittled each and every one of us in the ring besides Misty. He must have thought he was going to get us to turn on each other or some sort of layman psychological crap. It almost worked, but I innovated mind games, sonny boy! See, while you were telling my people how useless they are, and calling them “B-List talent”, you admitted that you classify people instead of giving them fair chances to prove themselves. If this isn’t blatant favoritism, then I don’t know what the hell is.
Erik takes a deep breath as he lowers his feet from the desk to the ground. He slowly leans up against the desk, lacing his fingers together in a more professional manner. He never breaks his stare with the camera, and that smile never leaves his face, even as he continues his speech.
Erik: So if you two kids want to play a little game of Cowboys and Indians with me and the roster… then call me Geronimo. Huy yuh yuh yuh… Huy yuh yuh yuh…
Erik bounces slightly as he does the stereotypical native chant, fading into a laugh as we wade out.
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 her disciples, fully cloaked in black robes emerge from backstage. Damien, Dante, Sebastian and Zane surround her protectively with Ruby following behind them. They slowly and methodically walk their way to the ring, ignoring the boos from the crowd. Once to the ring, Damien, Dante Sebastian and Zane enter the ring first. Misty waits at the bottom of the steps as Ruby walks past her, joining the brothers in the ring. She sits on the 2nd rope as Misty walks up the steps, then enters the ring with Ruby's assistance. Misty walks to the center of the ring, standing in between her disciples and holds her arms out. Ruby walks up behind her and removes Misty's robe, where the Bombshell Championship is secured tightly around her waist. Ruby walks over and gets a microphone from Justin Decent, snatching it out of his hand as Misty's music dies down. She walks over to Misty and hands her the microphone, and kneels down next to her, while the brother's stand in a line behind her protectively. Misty raises the microphone to speak.
Misty: Once again, our wonderful bosses, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, have left the most talented Bombshell on their roster off of the card! Once again, Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood didn't book their Bombshell Champion in a match, and guess what? I'm not going to sit back and let this ridiculousness continue! I'm not going to just deal with the fact that they continue to book huge disappointments like our newest Bombshell, Aspen Chaud, or wastes of space from NXT like Jessie Salco! No, this crap ends and it ends TONIGHT!
The crowd boos her viciously but she doesn't care. She looks around at those in attendance, as do her disciples, but their expressions remain blank.
Misty: Do you people really think I care about your booing? Do you think I'm going to cry because you don't like me? Newsflash, I DON'T! The fact is that I am the greatest Bombshell SCW has and ever will have, and Mark and Christian continue to disrespect me and my talent! I'm tired of it! Do you hear me?!
Louder booing ensues, causing Misty to get angrier, and her disciples slowly shake their heads.
Misty: SHUT UP YOU WORTHLESS HEATHENS!
Misty grows increasingly frustrated, and her face flushes red.
Misty: Guess what? I'm NOT leaving this ring until I get what I want...what I deserve! I'm not going backstage until I get a match and do not make the mistake of thinking I am joking! I'll wait as long as I want, and my disciples will stand with me.
Misty turns and faces the backstage entrance and walks over, leaning forward against the ropes.
Misty: Mark...Christian...I'm waiting! If you want this show of yours to continue, you better make a decision and make it quick, because I've got all night, and personally, I don't give a rat's ass about the rest of these pointless matches you booked tonight! So, boys...What's it going to be?
Misty remains where she is, leaning against the ropes as she just stares towards the backstage. The crowd boos and talks amongst themselves, as Misty does exactly what she said she was going to do. She waits. And she waits. And she waits some more. What seems like minutes passes.
Misty: By all means, please take your time, boys! I mean, it's only a show, right?
The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage, holding a microphone and looking clearly pissed off. Misty looks at him with an arrogant smile, and she waves to him. His music dies down and he glares at her.
Misty: I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised that you showed up, Mark. I was expecting--
HS: Oh shut the hell up already, would ya?!
Ruby lifts her head up and glares down at Mark, biting her tongue.
Misty: Excuse me?
HS: You heard me! You're going to shut up and listen, because I run this show, not you! I don't care if you call yourself Queen of the Damned or Queen of the Arse kissing club. The fact is that you work for me, not the other way around.
Misty: And what a shame that is, because I could do a damn better job than you've been doing!
Hot Stuff lowers the microphone for a second, angrier now than he was earlier. Misty smiles at him, pleased with herself.
HS: You say one more word, and I won't hesitate to fire you on the spot. I don't care if you're the Bombshell Champion or not. We've got other women who are much more deserving of holding that title than you'll ever be. Now, I suggest if you want to remain employed with this company, and you want to keep that title around your waist for the time being, you get the hell out of my ring and quit holding up my show.
Misty: I'm sorry. I don't think you heard me correctly earlier, Mark. I said I'm not leaving this ring until I get a match. So, unless you have found me an opponent, I'm not leaving.
HS: Yeah, I thought you might say that, so I brought a little surprise for you. If you're so ready to fight, I have some opponents for you. Come on out fellas.
Misty takes a step back, not sure she heard him correctly. From behind the curtain, we see six members of security staff appear behind Hot Stuff and they start heading to the ring. Misty starts shaking her head, and Ruby gets to her feet, standing by the brothers nervously.
Misty: Come on, Mark, is this really necessary?!
HS: You've given me no choice, have you? You're holding up my show with your bloody temper tantrum, so security will escort you out of the ring, and out of the building. Oh, and if your guard dogs even lay a finger on any one of them, they will be permanently banned from the building and from all future shows.
The security staff surrounds the ring, prepared to escort them out of the ring and out of the ring.
Misty: I won't stand for this, Mark! Do you hear me?
HS: As of this moment, no, I don't hear you. Now get them the hell out of my ring.
The security staff then enters the ring, surrounding Misty and her disciples. Misty backs up, nearly bumping into her boys, but she drops the microphone and holds her hands up in surrender, telling them it won't be necessary. Mark watches on for a few more moments before he disappears backstage. Misty and her disciples willingly leave the ring, although Misty doesn't look too thrilled. The security staff follows them backstage as the crowd cheers their exit.
The scene cuts backstage to the medical treatment area, which is not surprisingly manned by one of SCW's newest employees, nurse Zoey Carpenter. As Zoey seems to be getting the area cleaned up and prepared for the more future visits she is bound to get as the night continues on and more matches take place, the door opens up and in walks Nick Jones.
Zoey: Oh hi, how can I help you, um... Nick, isn't it?
Nick: Well would you look at that, you actually know who I am. It's a modern day freakin' miracle.
Zoey cannot help but blush in a bit of embarrassment as Nick refers to her not knowing who Nick was when they first met the week prior.
Nick: Then again, you still didn't even really seem to be completely sure of who I was.
Zoey: I knew, but I just, well... never mind. Is there something I can help you with?
Nick: Here's a crazy concept, I'm here for, wait for it... medical treatment. Who would have thought, huh? Can't imagine why anyone would come here of all places for something like that.
Zoey: I had imagined such, but I just meant...
Nick: Oh, had you? So you actually expected me to know who you were as some freakin' nurse? Yeah, that makes sense, but of course you wouldn't know who the two-time SCW Champion and four-time SCW Award winner was.
Zoey: I really am so sorry about all of that. Let me make it up to you by helping you out. What is it that brought you here.
Nick: It's my right hand, I hurt it um... fighting. Yeah, sure. You see, I beat the crap out of this guy so bad in my match, that I managed to screw it up from all of the times I punched that loser.
Zoey looks at Nick rather suspiciously as he tells his story, but says nothing as she takes his right arm by the wrist and looks his hand over on both sides. Zoey then looks back up to Nick.
Zoey: So this happened in your match tonight?
Nick: Actually, I haven't had my match yet tonight.
Zoey: Then you waited all of this time to have this treated from a match you had last week?
Nick: Well, um... not exactly. I didn't have a match last week.
Zoey: When exactly was your last match?
Nick: I'm not sure how that's relevant.
Zoey: You said it happened in a match, I'm just trying to figure out when.
Nick: My last match was three weeks ago, alright? But that's not the freakin' point!
Zoey: This didn't happen in a match, did it?
Nick: What are you trying to say, that this happened from tweeting on my phone or something ridiculous like that?
Zoey: I didn't say that, is that what you're saying happened?
Nick gets quite annoyed by Zoey's comment and he immediately pulls his hand away and goes to turn and leave.
Nick: You know what? Forget it, I don't need this crap.
Zoey: No, it's fine. Let me still help you. Come here.
Nick glares at Zoey, but after a moment he hesitantly goes back over to her and holds his hand back out to her. Zoey takes Nick's hand and very gently looks it over, clearly taking this quite seriously as she softly feels around the bones and muscles in his hand, all while Nick stands there with a bit of a scowl on his face. Looking up at Nick, Zoey’s eyes meet with his for a few seconds before gently pressing down firmer on Nick’s hand.
Zoey: On a scale of one to ten, how much does it hurt?
Nick: Oh it’s about a five, definitely about a five... I mean I could put up with it, but I figured me coming to see you might pick up your business.
Shaking her head Zoey looks confused, trying to figure Nick Jones out was not going to be easy.
Zoey: I assure you Nick, I’m always busy here.
Pressing down a little firmer on the skin between Nick’s thumb and his index finger Zoey notices that Nick’s squints.
Zoey: Does that hurt?
Nick: No, it tickles, what do you think?
Zoey: Nick, I can’t help you if you won’t cooperate.
Taking her hand back from his, she watches on as Nick looks at his hand then back up to her.
Nick: Fine, what else do you want to know?
Taking his hand back in hers she examines a little bit deeper looking up his hand to his wrist.
Zoey: Is the pain just in your thumb?
Nick: Well now that you mention it, it sometimes spreads toward my wrist.
Dropping his hand instantly Zoey glares up at him, full knowing this isn’t a wrestling injury.
Zoey: Should I be wearing gloves here Nick?
Nick’s mouth flies open as Zoey giggles away to herself.
Zoey: I’m just kidding.
Nick: Well it’s not funny.
Turning away from Nick she walks off the screen for a few seconds but comes back with a tray filled with Medical equipment.
Zoey: Now I’m not a doctor, but if the pain is still there after a few more days or gets any worst I suggest going to see one, okay?
Nick: What? You can’t just fix it now?
Putting the tray down on the table behind Nick, Zoey ignores him and continues with what she was saying.
Zoey: I’m going to put some deep heat cream on it, that should soothe the muscle ache and just to be safe I’ll strap it up for you.
Nick: Yeah fine, whatever.
Grabbing the tube of heated cream she flicks off the cap and pours some out onto her fingers. Grabbing Nick’s hand again she rubs the cream on and around the base of his thumb working her way down to his wrist.
Nick: That stuff stinks
As Nick huffs, he slowly starts to relax a little bit as Zoey continues to rub another layer of white cream on his hand.
Zoey: So you said you have a match tonight right?
Nick: Yeah nothing major, just against some loser.
Zoey: Who against?
Finishing up with the cream Zoey leant over and picked up the roll of strapping tape. Letting the cream soak in for a few seconds before she started to wrap the skin colour material taping over Nick’s thumb and down towards his wrist.
Nick: Some Derek Thorne, Spike Staggs follower.
Looking up at Nick, Zoey smiled brightly.
Zoey: The Swedish guy?
Screwing up his eyebrows when he looked towards Zoey, Nick scoffed.
Nick: So you know who he is?
As Zoe finished the last loop around Nick’s wrist with the tape she laughed.
Zoey: Of course, he is meant to be the ladies’ man right? The dreamboat all the ladies in the locker room talk about.
Laughing almost with a snort, Nick obviously found this amusing. Checking the pressure of the tape making sure it was okay with Nick.
Nick: For curiosity sakes only, what do the ladies of Sin City Wrestling say about me?
Looking at into his eyes Zoey just smiled.
Zoey: I haven’t heard anything Nick, you’re taken.
Nick goes to say something in response and as opens his mouth, before any words can even come out, he is suddenly cut off as in what would seem to be perfect timing, Nick's girlfriend, Diana Roberts shows up.
Diana: You're damn right he is! Now get your hands off of him!
Diana goes over and grabs Nick by his right arm, pulling him away from Zoey in one quick jerking motion. Nick grabs his arm in pain as he looks to Diana.
Nick: Ow! Damnit woman, what the hell is the matter with you?
Diana: What, you don't think I see what's going on here? I've been looking everywhere for you and now I find you with this dumb whore drooling all over you!
Nick: She's a freakin' nurse, she's fixing my hand!
Diana: Isn't that such a convenient story. I don't even want to here it. We're leaving!
Diana grabs Nick by his taped up wrist and twists it, causing Nick to quickly yield as Diana pulls him away. Zoey looks very taken back by the whole thing as Nick just shrugs in her direction, seeming not quite sure to say about the quick turn things took upon Diana's arrival. Nick drags Diana out of the room and the two disappear out of sight leaving Zoey alone as the scene cuts away.
Backstage The Sisters of Light walk together heading towards their locker room. Necra and Amy talk to each other while Roxanne strides on ahead. Suddenly as they pass by some large crates Karina Koji jumps out from the top of the crates and lands in front of the group. She smiles her odd smile and looks directly at Roxanne who has stopped just inches away from her. Roxanne: I suggest you get out of our way.
Karina: It will be taken under advisement but first I have something to say to you "sisters"
Amy: Well make it quick, unlike some people in this federation we have important things to do.
Karina: Are you off the run more errands for your boss man.
Necra: Lets be very clear. No MAN is the boss of any of us.
Karina chuckles to herself and looks to her left. She nods to some invisible figure and replies "Da" but it is unclear who she is talking to. All the Sisters share an uncomfortable moment of silence before Karina starts talking again.
Karina: I don't really care what you are doing. I just wanted you ladies to know my intentions. You three are quickly becoming a problem in my world and I might not have a fancy team of three like you....but I am going to break you down. I am going to find a way to meet each of you in the ring again and hurt you....it use to be I would just attack you in dark alley but now I am trying to be hero so I am thinking better to be up front.
The three Sisters look at each other and Amy is the first to grin, in a very devious way.
Amy: You should have went for the first option...
Necra: Yeah, why wait for a match.
All three members of the Sisters of Light grab Karina and slam her into the crates. Amy does a high knee against Karina that sends her crashing into the crates again before Necra locks in a cobra claw that brings Karina to her knees. Roxanne then performs a super kick right to Karina's face sending her sprawling to the floor. The three woman now take turns stomping on Karina. By the time they are done Karina is not moving much but is gently groaning in pain.
Roxanne: Good luck being the hero.
She smirks and the three women go on their way leaving Karina in their wake.
Hot Stuff walks through the backstage area, looking for someone. He grabs a staff member by the shoulder.
HS: Have you seen Derek Thorne?
The staff member shakes his head.
HS: You know the guy I mean? Swedish, scary looking, looks like he can snap at any time?
The staff member looks very blank.
HS: He told me I was gonna get my answer about team SCW tonight and I do not like chasing people down.
The staff member shrugs.
HS: You're about as much use as a paper bag in a thunderstorm.
Hot Stuff pushes the staff member away as he goes in search for Derek Thorne
Justin: Coming to the ring first at a combined weight of 423LBS… the team of Trevor Irons and Max Burke… they’re the Young Lions!
The ear-piercing opening rift of "Sleeping All December" signals the arrival of fan favorites the Young Lions, Max Burke and Trevor Irons. Max and Trevor step into the spotlight on the entrance as the crowd erupts in applause and cheers. The young stars makes their way to the ring, making sure to high five several fans before they slide under the bottom rope. Max and Trevor run to opposite corners to pose for the crowd in attendance.
Justin: And their first opponent from San Francisco, California weight in at 195LBS he is… Hope Heelcum
"That, that dude looks like a lady
That, that dude looks like a lady
That, that dude looks like a lady
That, that dude looks like a lady"
The chorus of Aerosmith's hit "Dude Looks Like A Lady" plays and the crowd jeers and boos as the flamboyant Hope Heelcum struts out onto the stage and strikes a "Vegas showgirl"-esque pose, inciting more derogatory boos and jeers. Ignoring them, Hope waves the crowd off as he walks down toward the ringside area.
"Never judge a book by it's cover
or who you gonna love by your lover
Sayin' love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had the body of a Venus, Lord imagine my surprise."
Climbing onto the ring apron, Hope 'insists' the ropes get held open for him and he climbs inside and walks a circle inside of the ring, arms held out and head tilted back in a mocking self presentation as the crowd boos. Hope then backs into the far corner and awaits the start of the match.
Justin: and his tag team partner from San Diego, California… weighing in at 228LBS… here is…. Casper Grey x
The lights dim throughout the arena as alone spot light hits the entrance ramp as "The Shame of Life" By Butthole Surfers begins blasting on out from the PA sound system, out walks "Mr. 24 Karats" Casper Grey himself from behind the black curtains as he does one single white light lights the entrance isle. He can be seen soaking in the various cheers of abhorrence, and disgust from the booing fans who can be heard as he looks out into the darkness. As he slowly walks down to the ring, the arena lights flicker back on once at ring side he walks around to the steel steps and walks on up them, before stepping inside the ring he wipes the bottoms of his boots on the side of the ring apron before stepping inside the squared circle and awaits for the match to start. Ding, Ding, Ding
Hope and Trevor decide to kick things off, locking up in the centre of the ring Hope is able to get the upper hand, pushing Trevor into the ropes. Drew starts to count but as Hope pulls away he runs his hand down Trevor’s exposed chest blowing him a kiss. Trevor whacks Hope’s hands away and pushes him off him sending Hope tumbling back into the centre of the ring.
Adams: Oh Boy, this should be interesting…
Simone: Poor Trevor looks like he has seen a ghost.
Adams: A sick ghost.
The two gentlemen lock up in the centre of the ring once more this time Trevor over powers Hope, placing him in a side headlock. Trevor uses his right hand to hold Hope’s head and starts to unleash a fury of punches to the head of Hope. Heelcum drops to his knees Trevor yanks him up off the canvas and pushes him towards the ropes. On the return Hope surprises Trevor with a shoulder barge taking the young lion down to the canvas. Running over to the ropes Hope charges off of them and runs towards Trevor who is now standing, as Hope is just about the crash into Trevor, Trevor leaps into the air and avoids contact. Hope collides with the ropes and heads straight back towards Trevor. Trevor is ready and waiting, catching Hope by his arm Trevor attempts an arm drag take down, but Hope counters spinning Trevor around Hope attempts the same move but Trevor reverses turning the tables he kicks Hope in the midsection. As hope is doubled over Trevor wraps one leg around the back of his neck and swings around in an incredible display of fitness he tries for a modified spinning heel kick but Hope counters pulling back out of the way.
Adams: Lucky break for Hope.
Hope reaches out and grabs onto Trevor dropping him to the canvas with a side Russian leg sweep. Hope makes a quick cover.
One…
Simone: Quick cover by Hope, it’s going to take a bit more than that to keep Trevor down.
Trevor gets the shoulder up, kipping up to his feet Trevor gets a sneaky drop kick on Hope out of nowhere before leaping towards his tag team partner, making the tag. Max jumps into the ring over the top rope and is straight on the attack, he attempts to toss Hope over his body in an arm drag but Hope plants his feet on the ground. Trevor drops his hold and starts to off load a fury of forearm smashes to the side of Hope face. Hope stumbles into the ropes and Casper makes the tag unknown to Max. Max whips Hope across the ring and turns his back to Casper who sneakily get into the ring and nails Max with a head shot from behind. Hope runs over and the two partners hook their arms around the neck of Max, Trevor is in the ring now but Drew is holding him back.
Simone: This doesn’t seem right Drew, focus on the double teaming in here.
Adams: YEAH Drew, do what Belinda tells you…
Lifting the young lion above their heads they drop him harshly to the canvas with a double delayed suplex. As Drew is still trying to get Trevor out of the ring, Hope and Casper jump down on top of Max and start pounding fists into his face.
Simone: TURN AROUND DREW!!!!
Adams: Why don’t you yell louder he might hear you next time.
Trevor reluctantly gets out of the ring and Drew turns around to finally see the double teaming. Racing over he demands that Hope leaves the ring. Skipping out of the ring Hope waves to the fans who boo loudly towards him. Casper makes a cover on Max.
One…
Two…
Max gets the shoulder up.
Simone: That a boy!!
Adams: Whoa what’s got into you?
Simone: I can’t stand people who cheat.
Casper slaps his hands on the canvas angry that he didn’t get the pin. Making his way up to his feet Casper drags Max up with him and sets him up for a DDT as Casper swings his leg back Max somehow manages to push himself free. Staggering over towards Trevor who is reaching in to make the tag Max gets knocked down with a drop kick to the back but as Max tumbles towards the canvas Trevor stretches in as far as he can and JUST makes the tag. Jumping over the top rope the fresh young lion barrels towards Casper with forearms smashes, before knife-edge chopping him into the corner. Letting of a fury of punches towards his midsection Trevor, steps back from Casper. Casper stumbles out of the corner and Trevor is stalking him turning he runs towards the ropes and jumps off the middle one using it to his advantage before hitting Casper with the Tornado Alley aka a springboard DDT. Dropping down on top of him Trevor hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
Hope is in the ring now
Three…
Hope didn’t make it in time as Justin announces the winners.
Justin: Here are your winners Trevor Irons and Max Burke… The Young Lions.
Hope stares down at Casper is shaking his head before leaving the ring, as Max and Trevor get their hands raised in victory.
Adams: Happy now?
Simone: Very happy.
Opening up backstage we find Derek Thorne standing with his back towards the camera, in front of him is Erik Staggs. Erik looks at Derek and then at the camera.
Erik: I’m glad that you took up my offer and decided to meet.
Derek didn’t say anything he just crossed his arms over his chest, as if to tell Erik to hurry up.
Erik: I noticed that you have been offered to join team SCW, now Derek before you make any decisions I’m asking you to please hear me out. x
Derek still didn’t say anything, his blue eyes just locked on Erik Staggs.
Erik: You and I we go back, how many years would you say?
Prompting for an answer Derek didn’t move he just raised an eyebrow.
Erik: Oh… okay… let me answer that then, it would be a few. Now Derek I want to think about this, when I was helping Spike break out into the wrestling world, traveling to and from Germany I knew that there was always going to be a spot for you in this world. My world, the wrestling world… I always knew it, but for some reason unknown to me you refused to let me help you. You insisted that you didn’t want a part of this, what did you used to call it again? Ah yes this glorified circus, and now look at you, you’re standing here before my very eyes, in this so called circus. How times have changed little Derek
Rolling his eyes Derek just kept quiet, his hands balling into fists by his side. Erik didn’t see them as he was too busy focusing on talking.
Erik: Now I know you and I haven’t ever seen eye to eye, but my friend I can offer you so much more than what Christian and Mark could ever dream of. What was it that Mark offered you again? Ah that’s right, a chance to build your career a chance to get on the map. Derek I don’t need to tell you what I’m capable of, I mean the man that I brought into the wrestling world Spike, turned into the man that brought you here… so you know I’m good for my word.
Still not saying a word Derek just looked Erik up and down, the tension between these could be cut with a knife.
Erik: If you have finally decided to join the ranks little Derek, I propose you do it right and by right I mean by joining the rebels. I know what you’re like, I know what you have done and I know that you can do it again… without the proper guidance Derek you could crash and burn. I guarantee that this will not happen under my watch, under my cont…
Just as Erik was about to finish his sentence, Derek brought his right hand up to Mr Staggs’ face raising his index finger to silence him. Leaning in towards him Derek chuffed a laugh in his face.
Derek: under your control? you know for someone that says he knows me, you sure as hell don’t understand me. Control?
Derek’s Swedish accent was cut off by his own laughter as he clapped three times.
Derek: Control, you think you can control?
Erik: I know I could, I know with my guidance we could rule this roster.
Another laugh poured from Derek’s lips as he shook his head.
Derek: You know nothing about control, you might currently rule a bunch of disciples but don’t confuse yourself for God. You are no prophet Erik, you cannot undertake a pledge towards me when you know, you know entirely too well that I for one simply do not listen to overruling authority…
Erik: But yet you’re willing to think about joining the losing team? Hypocrisy is a wounded beast Derek.
Taking a step towards Erik Staggs, Derek shoved his hands into his pockets.
Derek: Regardless of what team I choose Erik, I will give them my commitment I never said that I would give them jurisdiction over my actions.
Without another word Derek walked off pushing past Erik on the way.
Out in the lobby of the venue, Giani Di Luca is seen wearing white track pants with red stripes on the sides, and a white hoodie. He is smiling as he slowly starts walking over to merchandise table, spotting the many different SCW shirts, jackets, and other random items. He smiles as he turns back to look at the cameras.
He looks back and scans through all of the NXT rubbish until he comes to what he is looking for. His smile turns even wider as he points back to the section dedicated to himself. He nods his head and gives two thumbs up before unzipping his jacket to reveal his favorite t-shirt.
Giani: C’mon! Ya know ya wanna buy it! Hurry up, cause supplies are limited and all. Can’t make it to the armpit of the world, known as South America? No worries, they’re available online at www dot sc wrestling dot net. Add a little swag to ya wardrobe today!
Giani winks and clicks his jaw as he busts out a double thumbs up. A fan walks up to him with a pen and a photo of Giani, interrupting his merchandise promo. He grabs the pen from the young man and hooks his arm around the guys neck. He poignantly prints on his forehead before shoving him off. The kid pats at his face, not realizing that his forehead reads “FUHGEDDABOUDIT!” He nearly faints as Giani snickers to himself, pointing and rolling his eyes as we switch back.
It becomes dark in the arena and the song "Feuer frei" by Rammstein is played. As the lights go on again Amanda comes to the stage. She has a bottle of tequila in her hand and it's clearly visible that she's a bit drunk. She raises her arms in victory, but like usually the fans begin to boo. Normally they calm down, but this time they don't. They have never liked Amanda, but since she's losing all her matches they really don't wanna see her anymore. Nobody wants such crappy performances and they show her what they think about her.
Fans: loser ...loser ..loser ...
This goes on for a pretty long time and Amanda growls. She becomes angry and clenches her fists, but the fans don't stop. So she yells at them.
Amanda: Shut up you motherfuckers
But they don't shut up.
Fans: Porn Queen go home ...nobody wanna see you ...
Amanda is a bit helpless. She smashes the bottle to the ground and screams out. Then she starts to talk.
Amanda: Fuck ..lemme talk ...
Fans: Loser ..loser ..loser ...
But Amanda doesn't give up.
Amanda: Jessie ...I have enough of your crap ...I ...
Fans: Loser ..loser ..loser ...
Amanda: want you in a match ...
Fans: Loser ..loser ..loser ...
Amanda is so frustrated. She never thought that the fans hate her so much. It hurts and it's so frustrating that it even drives the tears into her eyes. Normally people should feel sorry, but the fans don't and they continue to boo.
Fans: Loser ..loser ..loser ..
Now she drops her micro and sinks down to her knees. She's sobbing now and covers her eyes with her hands.
Amanda: That’s so mean ...why are you so fucking mean? Please shut up ...stop it ..
Fans: Loser ..loser ..loser ...
And then they even start to throw trash at her. This is too much for Amanda and she cries desperately. Then she manages it to stand up. She turns around and runs away, once Amanda has left “Through my Eyes” by Threat Signal begins to tear the PA System a new one signaling the arrival of Amanda’s rival, NXT member and current SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Jessie Salco.
Simone: The fans were being pretty vicious to Jessie’s rival just a few moments ago, gotta wonder how Jessie feels about it!
Adams: From the look of things she’s pretty happy about it.
Jessie comes out with the Bombshell Roulette Championship over one shoulder and a microphone in the other hand and the fans give her a much more positive response then Amanda did, she walks down to the ring and rolls into it being careful to avoid any of the trash in the ring.
Jessie: Oh Amanda, do you even realize how easy it is to make fun of you?
Jessie asks as leans against the ropes.
Jessie: Let’s cut to the point, I was going to sit this segment out but that last comment caught my attention, Amanda, do you really want to know why they are so mean to you? The trash in this ring is a perfect representation of what you are, trash off course, you are the real loser of this feud and no-one will miss you when you’re gone, you have cost me two matches, it’s obvious that Laura’s the real talent of the Tattooed Goddesses and most importantly……you’re a bitch!
Simone: Did Jessie come out here just to insult Amanda?
Adams: Why not?
Jessie: There’s one other reason I came out here Amanda, you want me in a match? You got it!
Jessie says earning a huge pop from the crowd.
Jessie: BUT there is one other thing, I want it to be under Roulette Rules, if I’m still champion by then I’ll put my title on the line and oh yeah, I want this match to be at the next Supercard!
The crowd pops at that statement and Jessie grins.
Jessie: Seeing as how your still throwing a bit of a bitch fit backstage Amanda I’ll give you until next week to answer but do us all a favor and don’t throw a temper tantrum if the fans give you the treatment you deserve!
“Through My Eyes” begins to play again and Jessie leaves the ring.
Simone: We don’t even know where the next Supercard will be held and we already have a big match in the making for it.
Adams: I can’t wait!
The scene opens on the arena somewhere backstage. We soon see Joanne and the boys following behind in search of someone. They soon stop in front of the door, and she knocks, before pushing the door open. The guys step in before her, and secure the room before she enters. At the desk sits Mark Ward, and Joanne sits across from him, with the guys behind her. Hot Stuff looks up.
HS: Something I can help you with?
Joanne: Yeah I wanted to thank you for the championship match this week. I mean this is only my second match, and all... I feel honored.
HS: You're welcome. You know how much a win here can move you up the rankings in SCW. Bombshell division isn't easy, you need to stand out. A win will help you stand out.
Joanne just smiles and nods slightly.
Joanne: I know, but that's not all I came in for. This whole Revolution thin'...I can't really take anyone's side in it.
HS: Are you sure on that? I mean joining up with Team SCW has it's advantages.
She shakes her head, and leans forward in the chair.
Joanne: I think I have to stay out of it. You see Necra's uncle and I have a deal and I try to stay out of such thin's.
Hot Stuff runs his fingers across his chin, before pressing his hands together.
HS: I respect that but if there's a way to get around this arrangement...
Hot Stuff runs his fingers across his chin, before pressing his hands together.
HS: I respect that but if there's a way to get around this arrangement...
Joanne smiles a bit and leans back. She knew he wanted her to side with them, but she couldn't. She had made a vow to stay out of such things if she ever came back to a company.
Joanne: I wish there was.
Hot Stuff nods his head slowly.
HS: Ok, but if things change, you know Team SCW is the way forward, right?
Joanne gets up, and looks back at him with her dark eyes sparkling.
Joanne: I have a feelin' that you're on the way down Mr. Ward... Erik has a lot of allies that want to see you go down. Just watch your back.
A smile breaks out on Hot Stuff's face.
HS: I always did like a challenge, my back is well and truly watched. Good luck in that title match Ms Canelli. Make your mark in SCW history.
Joanne: Don't worry... I'm goin' all the way to the top. And thanks again.
Joanne heads for the door, and the boys follow behind leaving Mark alone once again. Hot Stuff leans back in chair.
HS: Such a shame, she'd have been great on our team, with her..... connections.
He gets up and closes the door, as the scene fades to black
The Titantron flares to life as the audience watches one of the entrance doors open and we see Goth steps in. Recognizing the leader of the Asylum Wrestling Alliance, they immediately boo him out of the building as Goth starts making his way towards his own dressing room, thinking about the match ahead with Rage. He is suddenly stopped short as one of the SCW staff members rushes up to him.
Goth: What the hell are you doing here? Get out of my way! Can't you see that I don't need any hindrances from a fool like you?
Not saying a single word to Goth, he hands her a yellow envelopes and walks away. Goth stares after the man, shaking his head, then looks at the yellow envelope for a few seconds before ripping it open and taking out a blank, white sheet of paper. He begins to read the contents, which states the following.
“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.” - Albert Pine
The camera captures Goth's facial expression, which turns from calm to rage, as he looks underneath the quote and sees a personal note.
I'm not the one waiting. I'm the one that's ready. I killed your kingdom long ago. When you're ready to stop being a coward, step into my world and perish by my hands. It's that simple!
Justin Decent: The following contest has been determined moments ago to be a Dumpster Match, and is for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship! Introducing first, the challenger… Coming at us from Seaside Heights “The Shore”, New Jersey, standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 135 pounds! She is… JOANNE “THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA” CANELLI!!!
The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Run This Town" begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, , talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.
Justin Decent: And her opponent, hailing from Miami, Florida… Standing at 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 120 pounds, she is your Bombshell Roulette Champion… JESSIE SALCO!!!
The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of "Through My Eyes" by Threat Signal tears the PA System a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake, the two do some headbanging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband and eyeballing the dumpster that is pushed right against the apron. She looks back to Joanne as the two head toward the center of the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Jessie and Joanne walk to the center of the ring. They engage in a stare down for nearly a minute until Jessie reaches her hand out to Joanne. Joanne smiles and reaches out and shakes hands with Jessie. The crowd cheers until Joanne buries her foot in Jessie’s stomach. She shrugs her shoulders as she rears her arm back for a serious punch to Jessie’s gut. The Metal Bombshell lets out a hard grunt as Joanne sends her flying into the corner. She charges at her, connecting with a high knee to Jessie’s face. As Jessie falls, Joanne stomps away viciously at her.
Adams: Now I get why they call her “The Jersey Devil Diva”… she doesn’t make bones about going in for the kill.
Simone: The fans like Joanne Canelli for her energy, but she definitely tests the boundaries of being a face, and the boundaries of the rules.
Canelli lifts Salco up from the corner and flings her to the opposing corner. Jessie collides with it, and Joanne comes flying after her with a hard clothesline, but Jessie ducks it. As Joanne connects hard with the corner, Jessie spins her around and quickly climbs to the second rope, falling down with a perfectly times Monkey Flip that sends Joanne flying over her. Salco capitalizes on the opportunity by hitting a Slingshot Body Splash to Canelli. She picks Canelli up by the hair, dragging her over toward the dumpster, but Joanne stops her short with an elbow to Jessie’s midsection. Joanne grabs onto Jessie’s hair to drag her closer to the dumpster. She goes to pick Jessie up, but instead she gets a hard knee to the face. She grabs onto the back of Joanne’s head and top, spinning her around in a complete circle until she collides face first with the dumpster. The crowd cheers as Jessie dusts her hands off.
Simone: And our champion shows exactly how she earned the gold… You can’t put the Metal Bombshell away that easy, now.
Adams: Jessie will give it all she’s got to prove why she deserves to be the champion. She wears the gold well.
Jessie stalks the much taller Joanne, waiting for the right opportunity to strike. She leans down, adjusting her NXT armband as she mutters words of “encouragement” to Joanne. As Joanne gets closer to her feet, Jessie readies herself, leveling her with a dropkick right to Joanne’s face. The crowd cheers as Jessie heads over to the ropes. She climbs up and dives off with a Moonsault. Joanne gets to her feet, and Jessie lands on hers, stumbling a few steps back. Salco steadies herself, but not before Joanne leans back with a stiff kick to Jessie’s jaw. She turns around and grabs onto Jessie’s shoulders. She grunts loudly as she Headbutts Salco between the eyes. She doesn’t let go and hits another one. Jessie leans down and Shoulderbutts Joanne, knocking her back to release the hold. As Jessie prepares herself to do something, Canelli gouges her eyes. She leans down a bit and kicks Jessie in the knee, taking her off of her feet.
Simone: Ouch! It looks like The Don is playing this one smart. She has busted Jessie’s knee, taking out one half of Jessie’s most valuable assets.
Adams: Not true. She has several very valuable, gorgeous assets…
A slap is heard from the announcer’s booth, probably Belinda’s hand meeting her forehead. Inside of the ring, Joanne yanks Jessie up, taunting her as she does so. She sends Jessie flying toward the ropes, and as she rebounds, Joanne looks for a Sidewalk Slam. Instead, Jessie uses her damaged leg to punt Joanne right on the chin. She bounces back off of the ropes and leaps up, catching Canelli with a Tornado DDT. Jessie rolls around, nursing her knee while Joanne lays there, blinking and looking up at the ceiling lights. Jessie gets up to her feet as Joanne tries to find the strength to get up. Jessie slowly regains strength in her knee and heads over to Joanne, but Joanne punches her hard in the gut. She lifts the smaller Salco up with ease for a quick Powerbomb, but Jessie reverses it into a Hurricanrana that sends Joanne skidding across the mat.
Adams: It seems like Jessie is turning this match around, taking it to the Jersey Devil Diva.
Simone: Jessie Salco always comes to a fight with pure determination. If nothing else, I have to give her that.
Jessie picks Joanne up from the mat and slams her head against the nearby dumpster. Joanne groans before turning it around and slamming Jessie’s head into it. Jessie falls against the ropes as Joanne shakes it off. She backs up a few feet and then charges forward at Jessie. As Canelli gets closer, Jessie surprises her with a Back Body Drop, sending Joanne flying over and into the dumpster. The fans cheer loudly as Jessie looks around in celebration.
Simone: Don’t be stupid, Jessie! You can’t win this until you close the lid of the dumpster.
Adams: Drew Patton is telling her now, but it looks like it’s a little late now as Amanda Cortez is walking down the ramp.
Jessie climbs out of the ring quickly. Instead of walking right up to Amanda, she looks to the dumpster and pushes the lid closed as she walks her way up toward Amanda. The two stare each other down, muttering trash talk to each other. Amanda holds her arms out to her side, goading Jessie into hitting her. Jessie doesn’t have to be asked twice before taking a hard swing at Amanda, catching her on the right cheek. She holds onto her jaw and then gets ready to swing on her too, but before she has a chance, Joanne Canelli shoves the dumpster lid opened and leaps off, taking Jessie down to the concrete floor. Amanda backs up a few steps, pointing and laughing at Jessie. Drew looks at Amanda with a bit of a smile on his face.
Adams: What is going on here? Drew has the power to order Amanda backstage, and he isn’t doing it. Instead, he is just letting her distract poor Jessie.
Simone: You act like there is some sort of conspiracy, Jason. He is a man, and men like to see women wearing next to nothing, like Amanda is wearing.
Amy Marshall comes down the ramp, just barely passing Amanda up. She leans down to pick Jessie up, but Drew shouts at her. She looks up, surprised and walks over to him, throwing her hands up in the air to shout at him. She works her way around so that when he is facing her, his back is to the competitors. Amanda gauges things just as Jessie shoves Joanne into the side of the dumpster with a Dropkick. Amanda reaches into her tiny top and pulls out a pair of diamond encrusted brass knuckles. She waits until Jessie turns around to swing. Jessie ducks out of the way and then Spears Amanda into the side of the dumpster, next to Joanne. Jessie charges forward, but before she can do anything, Amanda swings with an uppercut to Jessie. She uses this to get in another hard punch, tucking the knucks into her top once more. She scurries half way up the ramp, shouting to Amy. Joanne takes advantage of the situation and does her patented Curb Stomp maneuver.
Simone: That was just sickening! Look at Amy Marshall and Amanda Cortez high fiving each other while Joanne Canelli takes advantage of this vendetta.
Adams: I swear I saw Drew look back while Amanda was attacking Jessie.
Simone: Don’t be so paranoid, Jason.
Joanne lifts Jessie up onto her shoulders and dumps her into the heap of garbage. She looks down at Jessie for a second, signing the cross before closing the lid of the dumpster. Drew checks that it is completely closed and then he calls for the bell.
Justin Decent: Your winner and NEW SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion… JOANNE “The Jersey Devil Diva” CANELLI!!!
Joanne quickly accepts the title belt from Drew, raising her arms in victory while studying the semi-excited expressions of Amanda Cortez and Amy Marshall. She starts to head their way to question them, but they are already on their way to the back. Joanne takes in the mixed reaction from the crowd for a while longer as she slowly heads up the ramp.
Goth can be seen standing with Hot Stuff Mark Ward. They are talking about something as he camera is zooming in on them.
HS: So what you want? I'm busy with this whole deal with Staggs and I need to get my focus on that...,
Goth: You know something? You want something and I want something. I want Kain by the throat and all you guys do is ignore the possibility of losing a champion.
Hot Stuff wants to say something as Goth cuts him off.
Goth: I don't have time for childish playtime with two owners that seem to hate each other before turning into a lovefest. I am not going to side with some punk ass kid that tries to take over a federation. Because I've dealt with punks like that and man did I ever make them bleed. Something you are incapable of doing huh Hot Stuff.
HS: Again Goth, what do...
Goth: No Mark, what do YOU want? You want to get rid of an asshole? You need the sickest guy you can get your hands on. Just look what I did in that Hell in a Cell match. Eliminating half of the opposing team on my own. You seem to forget that I'm on the path of being royalty again. You seem to forget that I want Kain.... so I got an interesting proposition for you jack... You give me Kain... and I guarantee you that you will remain with a pay check under your fat ass. You got me Mark?? So why don't you do me a favor, get me a good team that can watch me perform on the ring apron. And I'll do the rest... Oh and don't forget....
Mark grins as he responds.
HS: Oh yeah, I'll give you Kain alright...
There is a commotion back stage. Security and medics are rushing down a hall way as Trevor Irons pushes pass most of them to reach Max Burke. Max is laid out on the concrete, not moving at all. Trevor rushes to him and reaches him before the others. He tries to wake his partner up before the medics try to get him to let them work. One of the medics assures Trevor that he is breathing. Aleksei arrives and curses in Romanian.
Trevor: Who the fuck did this man?
Aleksei looks at the medics helping Max, his fist clench as he works out in his head who might of done this. Trevor stands up and pushes him.
Trevor: Give me a name....their dead!
Aleksei: No...I have idea of who it is but you let me handle this. Stay with Max.
Trevor grabs Aleksei's coat.
Trevor: Hell no..I am not sitting this one out.
Aleksei: Your right....okay friend but right now Max needs you. I will find out for sure who did this...then we can end them together.
Trevor looks from Aleksei and then at Max. He is obviously distressed but lets go of his jacket. Aleksei takes one more look at Max and then turns away.
Opening up backstage to find Hot Stuff Mark Ward standing with Christian Underwood talking, they’re quickly and rudely interrupted by the resident Swede Derek Thorne. Swiftly floating into the scene with quick movements but not even a foot step is heard.
Christian: Can we help you?
Mark nudges Christian slightly as Derek makes a beeline for Hot Stuff’s personal space. Standing just inches away from his face the Swede adjusts his ring jacket before looking over his shoulder to stare at Christian.
Christian: Ooookay do you two need a moment here?
Flaring his nostrils slightly, Derek just barks out a small laugh before turning back to Mark who has taken a step back.
HS: So this is what it must be like when you look at a Rottweiler and wonder if you should kick it before it bites ya on the leg.
As Mark laughs, Derek stuffs his hands into the front pockets of his black jacket cracking his neck from side to side.
HS: I’ve been looking for you all night, you said you would let me know your answer tonight… and well I’m waiting.
Curling up the side of his mouth Derek’s teeth were clenched together his eyes not moving from Mark’s.
Christian: Oh boy what did you do to piss him off Mark?
Mark’s hands fly up in the air to plead his innocence.
HS: Nothing, well I don’t think I did.
Looking at Christian once again over his shoulder Derek smiled a confident smile at him before slowly turning back to Hot Stuff, his smile dropping from his face to become nothing. Taking a slight step forward the Swede narrowed his eyes before speaking in a gruff tone that was strong and steady.
Derek: Do not think for one moment you control me.
HS: AH well I am your boss.
Letting out a blatant laugh of amusement Derek looked down to one of his Bosses, speaking calmly and directly into his face not blinking.
Derek: Öppna den jävla dammluckor.
Without another word the Swede just walked away leaving his bosses to talk.
Christian: What did that man just say?
Turning to Christian, Hot Stuff shrugged his shoulders
HS: I think he just said, he's on our side, but I'm not too sure?
Christian: You understood that nonsense?
Mark shook his head no, but a voice could be heard coming from off the set.
Stagehand: I can confirm that he just told you to open the fucking flood gates.
HS: Well lookey here I'm bilingual
Puffing up his chest Mark looked at Christian proudly.
Christian: Just bilingual?
Hot Stuff raises a finger.
HS: Yes.
Christian: Pity... shot of tequila?
HS: No!
Hot Stuff walks away.
Christian: Could still bounce a quarter off...
Hot Stuff's voice is heard off camera...
HS: I heard that!
The scene opens up backstage outside of the locker room of Supremacy, where Pussy Willow is standing next to Jordan Williams, who is clad in a very nice custom made suit.
PW: Jordan last week it was revealed that Gabriel and Odette Ryder were behind a rouse to get payback for how you treated Odette at a press conference. Can we get your thoughts?
Jordan smirks, then says in a laid back tone: What can I say? Shit happens, you know? You see it takes two people to play a wicked and cruel game to get one over on me. Am I cool with it? No, but I will ask the public this: who really ended up looking bad in this? Me or Odette and Gabriel? Me for being gullible and chasing a skirt or them for being backstabbing liars? Can any of their so called “friends” truly trust them after this? There will always be that doubt that G and O are possibly working them. Did they inadvertently expose themselves for being low down people? Who’s the joke really on?
PW: With that being said, as a result of your partnership with Odette, you two won the Blast from the Past tournament, thus earning a shot at the Heavyweight and Bombshell’s titles respectively. What are your thoughts on possibly facing Spike Staggs for the SCW Heavyweight Championship at the next super card?
Jordan in his normal boisterous tone: Now we’re talking business!! Haha!! Spike! Not only do you hold the SCW Championship, but you’re also the NWA Worlds Heavyweight Championship. Impressive! However, don’t get use to the site of you walking around with two belts, because as far as I can tell, my partner in crime and buddy, Nick Jones is #2 on the World Title rankings and I have you at the super card, so believe me when I say this, man…you’re going to lose both of those belts before long!! Go ahead and etch it in stone…at the next super card, Jordan Williams will defeat Spike Staggs for the SCW Heavyweight Title and finally take what is rightfully mine! That belt looks more fitting around the waist of a God, then a mere psycho mortal such as yourself, Spike. So, take all the pictures and videos of you holding those belts…post them on Facebook and Twitter, because one by one, you’re going to get stripped of those titles. I don’t know when Nick will beat you, but I can assure you, at the next super card, your time is up, Staggs. And the GOD of professional wrestling, Jordan Williams will be the next SCW Heavyweight Champion!!!
PW: Before we let you go, what are you feelings about Erik Staggs leading an uprising of sorts against Christian Underwood and your best friend, Hot Stuff Mark Ward? Who’s side are you on?
Jordan starts laughing then says: Side? I’m not on any side. I could care less about some uprising. If Erik’s group is so upset, they should join a union or something. Mark and Christian will just replace those revolutionists with other people anyways. Regardless if Erik’s group topples the Hot Stuff and Christian regime or things stay the same…the GOD of professional wrestling, Jordan Williams will be the Heavyweight Champion and lead this company into the future…I win either way!
The scene fades out as Jordan walks back into the locker room.
The screen above the stage comes to life and the crowd cheers as the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins stable, Synn himself, is standing in the backstage area of the Palacio de los Deportes. The camera draws back and it is discovered that he is in earnest discussions with the co-owners of Sin City Wrestling, 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward and Christian Underwood.
Christian: So I hope you can understand our position.
Synn looks thoughtful for a moment and a smile creases his lips briefly.
Synn: I can't say as I blame you for being as upset as you are. Still, I have to hand it to Staggs for pulling this little power play so fluidly and without any expectation from either of you.
Christian and Mark share a look before they return their attention to Synn.
HS: So does that mean you're actually going to support that bloody son of a...
Synn holds up a hand and chuckles.
Synn: You do enjoy jumping the gun, don't you? I don't recall saying any such thing.
Christian: But you just said...
Synn: I said I had to hand it to him. I have been known to be something of a cunning manipulator myself, as you well may recall.
Christian nods.
Christian: Yeah I remember some of the stunts that you've pulled over the years. You were quite the schemer.
HS: Still are, as far as I'm concerned.
Synn smiles genuinely.
Synn: You flatter me, Mark. But alas...
He shakes his head in the negative and looks to them both.
Synn: There is a vast difference between being a crafty manipulator, and a cowardly little weasel who acts as Staggs did. Lies. back stabbing. Getting others to do all the dirty work while he makes his little grab for a crumb of power. Anybody can do that. I have absolutely no interest in supporting him, or those he has surrounded himself with for protection.
HS nods and smiles. Synn looks at him and gives a nod.
Synn: I have spoken with the others in my little family, and yes. You have our support.
HS claps him on the arm.
HS: Thanks. Really. Glad to hear it.
Synn: Well, it's not entirely a selfless decision. You two did give Gabriel and Despayre a chance to get back into the sport. And besides, it would be rather awkward had I turned on the two of you and perhaps later wanted a chance to again...
Synn motions toward Christian with an open leer. Mark leans in and speaks the unspoken.
HS: Hit that thang.
Synn smiles as Christian's face flushes a red hue.
Synn: Indeed. Mark...
He shakes HS's hand.
Synn: Always a pleasure. Christian...
Synn reaches around the boss and pats him on the backside.
Synn: I'd love it to be a pleasure again soon.
Synn turns away and walks off the screen. Mark turns to look at his partner and after avoiding his eyes for a moment, Christian looks at him and shrugs.
Christian: What?
HS: I guess that brings new meaning to the phrase 'taking one for the team'.
HS turns and walks off and Christian closes his eyes and gets even redder.
After a brief break, the camera returns to the ringside area where a makeshift runway has been erected between the entrance stage and the six-sided SCW ring. The runway itself covered with a red velvet carpet. On one side of the runway are three chairs, and sitting in them are members of the Sins stable; Sxxxy Shane Boswell and Fantasia (with Angel on her lap with his own notepad), as well as Big B, each dressed professionally with a notepad in hand and looking as fashionable as possible.
Around the runway on both sides, stands several photographers and music with a beat begins to play when Despayre steps out onto the head of the stage and he is greeted with applause. Clad in his Mister Self-Help outfit and glasses, his tag team partner Gabriel has to guide the near-blind (thanks to those thick glasses) Despayre down to the end of the runway before Gabriel himself hops off the stage and takes the fourth seat, right beside Big B.
Despayre: It is now time to bring fashion's newest acquisition here to Bogota, Columbia, and the soon to be fastest selling piece of SCW fashion merchandise! Right here! Right now!
Music with a pulsating beat begins to play and the lights around the stadium dim down and lights along the runway ignite and out onto the stage steps Bombshell extraordinaire...
Despayre: Please welcome miss Odette Ryder!
Odette poses at the start of the stage like an expert with a pleasant smile on her face and with a flick of her head, her luxurious brown tresses flip back across her shoulder.
Despayre: Miss Ryder is wearing the exquisite ensemble of the newest bit of SCW merchandise, the new Angel 'Beware the Stare' T-shirt!
Odette twirls at the start of the stage and jets out a hip as she is greeted with whistles and cheers and the photographers are greeting her with multitudes of flashes from their cameras. She then begins to walk down the runway while Big B and the Sins watch closely and 'take notes'.
Despayre: These beautifully crated T-shirts are made of one hundred percent cotton so they are nice and comfy! They have that disturbing 'stare' of my best buddy Angel's emblazoned on the front so no matter where you are, you have the protection of that disturbing stare of his.
Odette stops midway up the ramp and pinches the edges of her T-shirt with her thumbs and forefingers to better display the emblazoned image of Angel's fuzzy kisser and the slogan emblazoned on it.
Despayre: As you can see, the shirt is also marked with the warning we all are aware of, 'Beware the Stare'! The shirts come in a multitude of colors and the letters differing upon each! You can get them as of now at the souvenir stands selling all of the SCW merchandise for only...
Odette starts up toward the end of the ramp where Despy is standing and he looks closely at the paper. He then looks at Odette as she arrives at his side and he holds up the tablet.
Despayre: What does this say the cost is?
Odette looks at it and then whispers in Despayre's ear. His eyes grow wide and he looks offstage to where Angel is perched on Fantasia's shapely lap.
Despayre: Are you out of your mind!?
Odette smiles and before he can react, she drapes an arm around his shoulder and gives Despy a fast peck on the cheek. He immediately reacts by closing his eyes and making a face.
Despayre: Blah!
Despayre drops the pad and takes off back up the runway, wiping at his cheek, and vanishes behind the curtains as Odette poses one last time, casting a wink towards Gabriel before she too makes her way back up the stage and behind the curtains.
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 his lifts his arms up in the air.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 235lbs, representing the New Xtremes, Derek Thorne!
Simone: Both men in this match won their respective matches at Blaze of Glory II two weeks ago and now they are looking to continue their success.
Adams: Add in the rivalry between the New Xtremes and Supremacy and you have a recipe for an explosive match!
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.
Justin: And his opponent…..
"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout. Moments later, Nick Jones walks out through the curtain, causing the boos to intensify. Nick walks to the top of the ramp and then waits as the lovely Diana Roberts makes her way out behind him.
Justin: From Los Angeles California, weighing in at 251lbs, representing Supremacy, Nick Jones!
Nick drops down to a knee as a cocky smirk comes across his face while he flexes his muscles and Diana rubs his chest. Nick gets up and takes Diana's arm before turning back toward the curtain and waiting as the Entourage's Big B and Tony Capicelli make their way out. The two men flank Nick and Diana as they make their way down the ramp, slowly walking down as Nick makes sure to taunt and mock all of the fans along the way. Nick walks to the steel steps and waits for Diana to climb up first, watching her from behind before quickly walking up behind her, while Big B and Tony wait outside the ring.
Simone: Nick is looking as cocky as ever!
Adams: With that much backup can you blame him?
Nick walks across the apron and steps one leg into the ring, taking a seat onto the middle rope, holding the ropes open as Diana climbs in. Nick sits there, looking around the arena and has a look of disdain on his face as he shakes his head in disgust, soliciting even more jeers from the audience. Nick laughs at this response as he turns away from the crowd to climb into the ring, swinging his other leg into the ring and then walking over to his corner, where Diana now sits on the top turnbuckle. Nick leans back while Diana rubs his shoulders, as he waits with a cocky and confident smirk on his face, Drew frowns as he glares at the entrouge before ordering them to the back to Nick’s shock as he gets in Drew’s face.
Nick: You can’t do that!
Drew: I can and I will, they have interfered in too many matches for me to allow them to remain at ringside!
Nick: You have no proof of that…..
Drew: Why don’t I put it this way, either they leave or I’m awarding the match to Derek Thorne! And before they get any bright ideas, if I see them at ringside again I’m disqualifying you on the spot!
Nick frowns before sliding out of the ring and reluctantly instructing his managers to head to the backstage area and stay there, they try to argue but Nick responds that it’s out of his hands and they head to the backstage area quickly, Nick turns around……into a baseball slide from Derek Thorne! Derek follows Nick to the outside and starts brawling with him.
Simone: Derek’s not wasting any time!
Adams: Against Nick can you blame him?
Drew starts administering a ten count but manages to get up to seven before Derek rolls Nick back into the ring and follows him in, Nick gets to his knees and starts begging off Derek as he approaches the former World Heavyweight Champion, Derek approaches him only to be surprised by a low blow from Nick who gets to his feet and, whilst ignoring the warnings from Drew, hits him with a DDT.
Simone: There we have it, proof that Nick will still try to find a way to cheat even without his cronies at ringside!
Adams: If we wanted proof of that all we’d need to do was ask Matthew Kennedy!
Nick goes for the first cover of the match 1…..2…..Derek kicks out, Nick argues with Drew but he maintains his ground and Nick reluctantly turns around before picking up Derek…..who surprises him with a Jawbreaker! Nick stumbles around clutching his jaw in pain as Derek gets to his feet and waits for Nick to turn around, Nick eventually does and Derek charges in for a clothesline; however Nick ducks underneath it and catches him on the rebound with a T-Bone Suplex!
Simone: T-Bone Suplex! How do you like you steaks cooked?
Adams: Medium rare!
Nick holds on for another cover 1….2…..Derek kicks out and Nick goes for another cover almost immediately 1…..2…..Derek kicks out again! Nick gets to his feet and starts arguing with Drew again but it’s clear that Drew is having none of it!
Simone: It’s clear that Nick underestimated Derek going into this!
Adams: And considering he beat Casey at the PPV that’s a big mistake!
Nick turns around again and picks up Derek before going for a suplex, however once Derek is up in the air he starts kneeing Nick in the head before Nick eventually has to let go, Nick collapses to his knees from the attack and Derek takes the opportunity to hit him with a kick to the head followed by a piledriver! He goes for a cover 1….2…..Nick kicks out just in time!
Simone: And now Derek’s in charge!
Adams: But for how long?
Rather than argue with Drew about the count Derek instead gets to his feet pulling Nick up with him, Derek whips Nick into a corner before charging in and hitting him with a clothesline before following it up with a Bulldog taking Nick Jones down, he goes for another cover 1…..2…..Nick Jones gets his foot on the rope and Derek goes to a nearby corner.
Simone: Knowing Nick he’s probably trying to think of some cheap way to get out of this!
Adams: In other news, water is blue!
Derek charges in going for a Spear but Nick ducks just in time sending Derek shoulder first into the ring post! Nick smirks before pointing to the side of his head before calling for the finish!
Simone: Looks like Nick is looking to end this!
Adams: From the look of things with the Better than You!
Nick waits for Derek to come out of the corner when…..
“You are about to be cancelled.”
Simone: That’s Matthew’s catchphrase! And the line that comes before his theme music!
Adams: But where is he!?
Nick goes over to the ropes and yells at the entrance ramp demanding that Matthew show himself, a few minutes pass and there’s no sign of Matthew so Nick just shrugs it off as a mistake by the production crew, Nick charges in at Derek…….only to get a taste of his own medicine as he goes shoulder first into the turnbuckle! Nick gets out of the corner……and Derek locks in the Thorne Side!
Simone: Thorne Side! Nick has nowhere to go!
Adams: Can Derek make two former champs in a row tap out?
Nick tries to make it to the ropes but it’s clear that the move is locked in on the arm that went into the ring post, eventually the pain becomes too much and Nick taps out!
Justin: Here’s your winner by submission Derek Thorne!
Simone: What a match!
Adams: But what was with the end?
Derek rolls out of the ring to celebrate his win whilst Nick throws a tantrum in the ring.
The camera switches backstage to Kain and Ariel, standing in street clothes. Hot Stuff appears next to them, instantly causing Kain to tighten his jaw and puff his chest out.
HS: Chill out there big fella.
Kain stares at Hot Stuff, not saying a word, but a look of anger on his face.
HS: Look, I know we've had our issues in the past, you set my car on fire, yeah, I know it was you, we kicked seven shades of shit out of each other in London in one of the greatest matches in SCW history, we can't stand each other and last time I put an offer to you, I had to kick your arse for saying no, but I got something for you.
Hot Stuff looks at Ariel with a smile but Kain puts his hand on Hot Stuff's jaw, and pulls it back to face him. Hot Stuff pushes Kain's hand off his face.
HS: Might wanna keep that hand to yourself before you lose it and open up them ears of yours.
Kain just stares an angry burning hole through Hot Stuff.
HS: You're a lot of things Kain, and not a lot of them good but a year ago, we beat the respect in to each other. You got injured but you came back, you could have gone anywhere but you came home, so if nothing else, you're a loyal son of a bitch.
Hot Stuff looks at Kain
HS: And because of that loyalty, because you got that, I want to ask you to join Team SCW. Now before you answer, I know what's been going on, I know what you've been hinting at with the young lady here and you know, I can make that happen Kain. I know Erik will come and offer you the same damn thing, but you need to think of it like this. I really do have the power to make things happen.
Kain looks at Ariel, who eyes Mark Ward suspiciously. Then he returns his stare at Mark Ward and gets closer, their faces inches apart from each other.
Kain: Ariel is a grown woman. She can decide for herself what she wants to do and when she'll do it. I am not some fool here; I don't make the decisions for her. She does. And by the way, you smile at her again and I'll be the one to wipe off your smile and shove your teeth down your throat!
Kain nears his face and stares at Mark Ward, who says nothing in silence and continues to stare back.
Kain: As for this whole team rivalry you have going on and how you want me in? I'll think about it.
Ariel takes his man's hand and walks away, casting a look of disgust towards Mark Ward, who returns her look. Then he shrugs his shoulders and heads off in the opposite direction, the camera cutting back to another backstage area.
Backstage, once again, there is a knock on Erik Staggs’ office door. He looks up from his stack of papers, shuffling them around so not to look as busy. He clears his throat out and leans back in his seat.
Erik: Come in!
The door slowly creeps open and Erik offers a smile to the entrant. He slowly stands up from his seat as the fans scream loudly in approval. “Amazing” Ace Baldwin steps through the doorway, smirking right back at Erik as he props up his half of the Tag Team Championship belts. Erik extends his hand out in an olive branch sort of manner. Ace looks down at it, and his smile becomes even more smart-assed. He spits out a piece of gum into Erik’s hand, much to the audience’s delight.
Ace: How the hell are you doing, Mr. Staggs. It’s very nice of you to dispose of that for me, thanks.
Erik: *Ahem* I.. I guess it is my… pleasure? I…
Ace: Oh, I’m sorry. I had that backwards. YOU were the one calling ME trash on Twitter last week. My mistake. So, did you want to invite me in to talk about how Kevin is mister Big and Bad, and we’re going to be like warring partners or something?
Erik sighs and then looks past Ace, seeing no one is there to help him enforce. Erik rolls his eyes as Ace pushes his way past Erik and walks into his office. He takes a seat in Erik’s chair, slowly spinning around in it before propping his feet up on Erik’s desk.
Ace: Comfy chair you got h…
Erik: Yes, yes it is… Actually, no. I invited you here today, because I wanted to offer you an amazing opportunity to help us revolutionize this company and…
Ace: I did that the day I signed on the dotted line, E.
Erik: Yes, but as I was saying… Under my leadership, several of SCW’s superstars and bombshells are already achieving great things, and we’ve only just begun.
Ace: Yeah, two female teams couldn’t keep their tag titles between the two of them, the little Justin Beiber kid lost his title to Thatcher Rex, and…
Erik: AND… through the mighty extent of my own leadership abilities, you now have SCW gold around your waist. I am already making a positive impact in your career and you haven’t even signed with me yet. Now, if you would stop interrupting me..
Ace: What, like this?
Erik growls loudly as he shoots daggers through Ace, who continues flashing his charming smile. Erik leans down against his own desk, removing Ace’s feet from it with force.
Erik: Precisely like that! Listen, I’m going to make this an easy choice for you. You can continue walking around here with that gold, not worrying about your partner trying to snap you in half, not having to look over your smart-assed shoulders… Or, you can join Team SCW, or stay on the fence. Either of the last two don’t make a damned bit of difference, because if you aren’t with us, then you are against us. Understand where I am going with this?
Ace taps his chin as he slowly gets up from his seat. He looks at Erik, then at the door. He thinks it over carefully, all while keeping a smile on his face. While Erik tries not to show it, the tension eats away at him, and shines through with a frustrated growl.
Ace: Okay, I’m in…
Erik: You’re making a big mista... Wait, what?
Ace: I said I’m in. I will join in on your little cause. My loyalty is yours Erik Staggs…
Erik: Oh… Ohhhkay…
Erik has to make a double take to make sure he understands Ace’s response properly. Ace nods his head slowly so Erik understands, which causes a wicked smile to come over Erik’s face. He and Ace share a laugh as Ace walks toward the door. Once Ace is turned away, Erik makes a disgusted look as he tries to shake the chewed up gum off of his hand. Instead, he pats Ace gently on the back of his vest, making sure it all sticks on as Ace leaves, mumbling “What a weirdo…”
Gabriel stands backstage, he paces up and down as he waits. In Gabriel's right hand, he holds a bag in his hand. Odette Ryder runs towards Gabriel, Gabriel opens his arms and Odette jumps in to them, kissing Gabriel firmly on the lips. Gabriel holds her close as she pulls away.
Gabriel: It could just be me, but you look different today baby.
Gabriel winks at the camera.
Odette: Don't know what you're talking about.
Odette smiles as Gabriel looks down at her shirt, admiring the new Despayre shirt, on sale right now, by the way.
Gabriel: Nice shirt sweetheart.
Odette: It does suit me.
Gabriel: It was sweet of you to do that for Despy, you looked stunning sweetheart.
Odette smiles, stroking Gabriel's face
Odette: Thank you.
Gabriel: And as a present, I got you this.
Gabriel hands Odette the bag, pulling out a stuffed owl.
Gabriel: I remember the other day, we was talking about Owls, and although I can't get you a real owl right now, because of the tour, so this will do for now.
Odette smile and hugs Gabriel.
Odette: Thank you baby!
Gabriel: I think you should look closer.
Odette looks closer at the owl, but sees nothing unusual. She looks confused at Gabriel, but Gabriel runs his hand over the owls chest. Odette looks again to see a necklace, with an owl pendant and tiny diamonds around. Odette's eyes widen as she lifts the necklace up. She jumps at Gabriel, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kisses Gabriel fast and rapidly on the lips. She pulls away, looking in Gabriel's eyes.
Odette: It's beautiful. Thank you so much.
Odette puts she her arms around Gabriel's neck.
Odette: I have a present for you too, but I'll have to give it to you at the hotel.
Odette winks at Gabriel and takes him by the hand, leading him off camera as it fades.
Backstage, Spike Staggs is seen standing beside Miss Rocky Mountains. He is wearing his official NXT graffiti t-shirt (available at the merch table hint hint), black jeans with chains hanging from both sides, and his usual pair of sunglasses covering his eyes. He has both the NWA World Heavyweight and SCW Heavyweight belts displayed on his shoulders, taking a second to look down at each of them with a grin on his face. Rocky politely obliges before finally taking the microphone to her lips.
MRM: I am here with Spike Staggs who, just last week, made a huge announcement that the entirety of the New X-Tremes will be siding with Team SCW! It must have been a hard decision to go against your uncle, the man who raised you.
Spike: Not as hard as one might think. We have a very strange past and haven’t gotten along in years. Throughout my entire career, that man has always been down on me, meddling in my business. I figured it was time to repay him the favor.
Spike shrugs his shoulders apologetically as if knowing his uncle is watching this. Rocky nods her head, understanding the situation. Spike turns slightly toward Rocky, who brings the microphone back toward her.
MRM: So that is why you dropped the ball on all of Erik’s plans to take over SCW… Either way, Sin City Wrestling is grateful to you for your allegiance. Now, let’s talk about you, Spike. You won’t be appearing with us next week as you are going to fellow promotion, Bad @$$ Championship Wrestling to defend your NWA gold against The Spectre. We want to wish you luck on that. Do you have any last thoughts for us?
Spike: I feel like I have said it all in my promos, airing on the NWA and SCW websites for your viewing pleasure. Expect a few surprises from me, because I have big plans. For one, I am planning to…
”Time travel?”
Spike and Rocky both look over to their left as the camera slowly pans out. There we see Erik Staggs standing beside Kevin Carter who is carrying a golden briefcase in his hands. Spike removes his sunglasses so that both men could see his eye roll. Spike smirks as he and Erik meet up in the middle.
Erik: It is a real shame, my dear… sweet nephew. See, maybe if you had chosen the proper side… Mister Carter could have been persuaded to change his mind about cashing in on his prize next week.
Spike: Ha... Maybe if “Mister Carter” weren’t such a pussy, he would stop hiding behind you, and save his shot for a time where I will actually be around to defend MY belt…
The “P” word catches Carter’s ears and he snarls as he tries to work his way past Erik. Erik holds his arm out to stop Carter, but Kevin is not having any of it. He gently brushes Erik aside while getting nose to nose with Spike.
Kevin: Pussy? You are trying to dodge me? You are backing down from my challenge that I was so kind to come to you before Mark and Christian, and you want to call me a pussy? Take a good, long look in the mirror you Hot Topic reject, before you say that shit to me.
Spike: How convenient is it that you wait until I make an official statement that I will be fulfilling NWA obligated duties next week before you challenge me? I think my word choice was the perfect summary of you, “Mister Carter”.
Kevin: How convenient was it for me to beat four other men to win this briefcase? The only easy thing about it was punking out your little brother, Skittles Staggs.
Spike rears his fist back to punch Carter, who is doing the same. Erik steps in the middle of the two men. He puts a bit of distance between them, almost looking desperate to calm them down. He takes a few deep breaths as he looks over to Spike, showing off that desperation.
Erik: The choice is simple, Spike. Which is more important to you? Your allegiance to Sin City Wrestling… or National Wrestling Alliance?
Spike grits his teeth at his grinning uncle. Erik knows exactly what he is doing, and this puts Kevin at ease as he joins in with the taunting grin. Spike shakes his head, wondering why he has to choose.
Spike: This is one of the most selfish things you have ever done at my expense, Erik…
Spike knocks into both men as he storms off from the scene. Erik pats Kevin on the shoulder playfully as he watches Spike make his exit. Once Spike is a considerable distance down the hallway, Erik cups his hands around his mouth and “shouts”
Erik: We’ll see you in our ring next week!
Adams: It is impossible to make it from Manhattan, New York to Lima, Peru in a matter of an hour!
Simone: I think that was the point, Jason…
Adams: Oh… That sucks for Spike…
Aleksei is seen moving quickly to the door of Erik's room. He pounds on the door and it’s Giani who opens it. The two look at each other for a tense moment, neither one backing down. Aleksei smiles in a way that is anything but pleasant.
Aleksei: Was it you?
Giani: What are you going on about, dawg?
Aleksei: Well I figure you are number one hired goon, so I am asking was it you?
Giani raises his voice getting more in Aleksei's face.
Giani: I AINT no goon bro!
Erik comes up and gets between the two men which takes some effort. He looks at Aleksei, and then to Giani, questioningly.
Erik: Gentlemen… GENTLEMEN! Do you mind telling me what is going on here?
Aleksei: I want to know which one of you goons laid out one of my boys.
Erik: What are you talking about you raging alcoholic?
Aleksei: I know my English is not THAT bad. Listen I will speak slowly for you....one of your guys hit Max with lead pipe and ran like coward. I want to know who that coward is so I can end his career right now.
Erik: That is pretty interesting, Mr. Koji. I am pretty sure that no one here had anything to do with that attack on Max. Why in hell would we attack Max Burke with a lead pipe. We have no reason to meddle with your precious little Max Burke.
Aleksei: Oh yes just like it wasn't your ladies that beat up my sister.
Erik: You do bring up a good point, Mr. Koji. See, the thing about that is your sister has made it clear she is an enemy of Team Erik. She has blindly aligned herself with the same people who have reduced her career to rubble to push people like Jessie Salco and Odette Ryder. For being that stupid, she deserves it…
Aleksei looks angry and ready to attack when Giani, James, and Kevin all step up to block him from getting to Erik. He pauses, but looks at Giani and the rest of the folks in the office. He takes a moment then looks right at Erik.
Aleksei: I am going to talk to Max and find out who hit him. If it is one of your guys this thing between us reaches whole new level. You do not want to have a real war with me Erik, trust me don't attack my family.
Erik: Not that I am at all threatened by you, Mr. Koji, but I assure you we had nothing to do with that attack. For all we know, Max hasn’t made up his mind where to go yet. We only attack those who need to see the light. Those who align themselves with the same people who treat them like bottom feeders. The people who are too stupid to see what is going on around them. Perhaps you and your sister will see the light eventually, and remember who it was that ended your wrestling career…
With that, Erik moves his way through his crew and he stares right into Aleksei’s eyes. The two exchange glares for what seems like forever. Erik’s crew stands by in case help is needed, ready to attack. Eventually, Aleksei turns around and walks out of the office. Erik smiles wickedly as he raises a gentle hand, waving goodbye to Aleksei. He and his crew share a laugh as we fade out.
Backstage, Erik Staggs is seen walking around, speaking with a stagehand. They mutter quietly amongst each other as they walk through the halls of the Palacio de los Deportes. The stagehand points down the hallway, seeming to be nervous to be seen with Erik. Erik nods his head and then pats the stagehand on the shoulder. He walks along the hallway by himself, whistling a tune as he flips over his notes. He tucks the clipboard under his arm and continues on toward an odd corner of the venue. As he arrives, the crowd cheers at the sight of Kain and Ariel. Both look a little surprised to see Erik pop up at the moment, but that fades quickly as Kain had figured this meeting was coming. Erik is quick in assessing their demeanors and puts a friendly smile on his face.
Erik: Hello, hello. I know we haven’t been formally introduced before. I’m sure you know I am Erik Staggs.
Erik reaches out his hand, shaking with Kain, and then a slightly reluctant Ariel. His smooth and calm demeanor quickly puts the two at ease, but Kain doesn’t fully let his guard down.
Kain: Yes, I know who you are. Apparently you know very well who I am, or you wouldn’t have found me here.
Erik: Of course I know who you are. The King of Kings is kind of a big deal around Sin City Wrestling. Of course, I am being sarcastic. There is no “kind of” about it. You are a big deal. Multi-time contender to the Heavyweight title, former Tag Team Champion, carrying two belts pretty much by your self… The man who came within an inch of defeating “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward on the streets of his hometown… You came a hell of a lot closer than my nephew, that’s for sure. And, of course they say… behind every great man is a great woman to motivate him…
He smiles hopefully as he glances over to Ariel, but neither she nor Kain has been reeled in by his charm. He lightens up a bit on the ass kissing as he leans against the wall very casually.
Erik: Who knows… maybe someone in charge of Talent Relations could help you come out from the shadows and fight beside your man, if you ever wanted…?
Kain: I hate to be ignorant, Mr. Staggs... Well, honestly I don’t. How about you do us both a favor and cut the bullshit and get to the point? We were kind of in the middle of something here.
Erik raises an eyebrow, appreciating Kain’s honesty. He takes a glance at his clipboard before tossing it over his shoulder toward a trashcan. He leans off of the wall and comes closer to the two of them, raising his voice just enough to show that he means business. He clears his throat as his eyes dance across the both of them.
Erik: I respect the hell out of you, Kain, and your abilities. I respect everything you have done for this company, for every ass that you have put in a seat over the last year or so. I respect how you push others to a new level every time you step inside of that six-sided ring of ours. While I have been called a snake, a traitor, a backstabber, and every cursed name under the sun, I am a pretty honest guy. For instance, I know for a fact that my nephew would not be a single champion, let alone a double champion, if you had not pushed him to his limits when you two faced off right after your signing. In my eyes, you produced a World Champion, and you are the one to thank for all of this.
Kain listens to the sincerity in Erik’s voice. There is no doubt that Erik is being genuine. Erik leans back slightly, giving Kain and Ariel a bit of room. His eyes darken up a bit as he is ready to go in to seal the deal.
Erik: Don’t you want to feel respected for your hard work? Don’t you want to be rewarded for carrying a useless partner, or pushing talents to their limits and improving this company overall? You don’t have to answer that, because unless you are mentally screwed in the head, the answer should be “yes”. Instead of getting that, you have two people sitting in their offices, passing you over because Jordan Williams is an old has-been who spent a decade kissing Mark’s ass, or Spike Staggs because he ripped off an idea of Mark’s, or Rage because he’s a big, retarded ape who looks like a sideshow attraction inside of the ring, rather than a wrestler. Aren’t you fed up with that? Doesn’t it make you sick?
Erik takes a deep breath after showing his passion for his cause. He calms himself down a bit, although he never truly sounded as if he were worked up because of his mostly monotone voice. Once he clears his airways, he looks back to both of them.
Erik: Not only do you get passed over for opportunities, but you also get mob attacked inside of the ring while your wife is handcuffed and forced to watch it. You get staples put in your head by an authority figure who is supposed to be your employer. You fell twenty feet from a building in your match with Mark, and he still called you a joke because he got lucky to fall with his arm over you. That man has put you through hell. And I know deep down, you are not stupid like my nephew Spike. You know that I am right, regardless of what my motives may or may not be. Why don’t you join a side that respects those that your nice boss called “B-List talents”, and the other one called “wastes of space”. The Forgotten… The Nobodies of Sin City Wrestling are tired of sitting in the dark, Kain. I can see in your eyes that you are too. This is not some power play on my part. This is a revolution. Which side will you wind up on, Kain?
Erik looks dead into Kain’s eyes, refusing to break the stare until he gets an answer. Kain is in deep thought on the matter, as is Ariel. After nearly a full minute of staring, Kain finally breaks the silence as Erik refuses to any longer.
Kain: I will tell you the same thing I told Mark… I will think about it.
Erik: That is all I ask… Regardless of what your decision might be… I assure you we will meet again. It was a pleasure meeting with you… the both of you.
Erik gently pats Kain on the shoulder, nodding in Ariel’s direction before he heads off in the direction he came from. Kain and Ariel look at each other carefully, as if having a silent conversation as we fade out.
The camera focuses on Belinda and Jason.
Adams: I can't believe it's gonna happen at last.
Simone: It should have happened long before now.
Adams: You might think we're talking crazy but it's not crazy talk, tomorrow it's finally coming out.
Simone: It is
Adams: It is! Ladies and Gentlemen, SCW Climax Control, the game is out on PS3 and XBox 360!
Simone: It feature SCW stars, Bombshells and Tag Teams
Adams: You can take control of Spike Staggs, Nick Jones, Jordan Williams, Sinful Obsession, Misty, Vixen, Odette Ryder, The Young Lions, Blood Omen, Casey Williams, The Sisters Of Light, Rage, Amanda Cortez, and many other superstars from SCW.
Simone: There's also a Beat The Boss mode where you work your way through SCW stars to face Hot Stuff Mark Ward, Christian Underwood or Erik Staggs.
Adams: So many match types to choose from and here is the Xbox 360 cover.
Simone: Get out and pick up your copy tomorrow!
Adams: I see weapons, Belinda! Lots and lots of weapons! You know what that means?!
Simone: It can only mean one thing, Jason. The extreme rules match is about to begin, and boy what a match it should be!
Adams: If I weren't looking forward to this match so much, I'd run and hide. These two guys scare me.
Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman, our next match is scheduled for one fall and it is an Extreme Rules Match!
The crowd erupts in loud cheers.
Justin Decent: Introducing first from Ultrecht, Netherlands, weighing in at 239lbs...He is GOTH!!
Darkside blast across the sound system as Goth walks out from behind the curtain dressed in long black goth like robes. He is accompanied by Sapphira who is wearing her usual goth dress, and the two begin making their way to the ring, as the crowd viciously boos them.
Simone: This is nothing against his opponent this evening, but I sure hope Rage is ready for this match. Goth is not one to be taken lightly.
Goth and Sapphira stop halfway to the ring and looks around the crowd as they boo him. He grins and walks further on before entering the ring. Once to the center of the ring, Goth lets Sapphira remove his robe, before she exits the ring. Goth's music dies down and he looks towards the backstage entrance, waiting for his opponent to arrive.
Justin Decent: And introducing his opponent from parts unknown, weighing in at 300lbs...He is The Sin of Wrath...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 appears from behind the curtain. He stands at the entrance for a few moments before he raises his clenched fist above him, eliciting cheers from the crowd.
Simone: Is it just me or does Rage actually have a smile on his face?
Adams: I see it too! Talk about creepy...
Rage begins making his way to the ring, focusing his attention on Goth already in the ring, and he does indeed have a bit of a demented smile on his face...a look we are not familiar seeing from the big man. He gets to the ring, and grabs a hold of the second rope, pulling himself to the ring apron, where he steps over the top rope, his eyes never turning away from Goth. His music dies down, and the two men stand opposite each other, waiting for the bell to ring.
Simone: You have to wonder what is going through the minds of these two men. Both are no strangers to inflicting pain on their opponents.
Referee Drew Patton calls for the bell and both Goth and Rage waste no time in getting things started.
DING!
DING!
DING!
Drew quickly darts out of the way as Goth and Rage charge at one another, locking up. It doesn't take long for Rage to deliver a vicious knee to Goth's midsection, but it doesn't effect Goth as much as Rage had hoped. Goth stumbles back a bit, but smiles wickedly at Rage as if taunting the big man, and this only angers the Sin of Wrath. Rage lets out an almost loud battle roar and charges at Goth once again.
Adams: I think he's trying to be Tarzan. Without the loincloth of course!
Simone: Rage as Tarzan? Now there is an image Synn would like.
Adams: There is an imagine YOU would like, Belinda.
Simone: Eh, can't argue with you on that one, but back to the match!
Goth manages to catch Rage off guard with a hard uppercut to the jaw. Rage shakes it off quickly, but again goes after Goth, refusing to be taken down. Goth delivers elbow after elbow to the Rage's chin, and it doesn't take long to see blood dripping out of Rage's mouth!
Simone: That didn't take long! Rage is bleeding from the mouth!
Rage puts his hand to his mouth, pulling it back to show the evidence that he is indeed bleeding. Goth has a satisfied smile, only to have it quickly disappear as Rage spits a mouthful of blood right in his face! Goth wipes his face and Rage smiles a bloody smile, and when Goth charges at him, Rage counters it and sends Goth sailing over the top rope and crashing to the floor outside the ring and the crowd cheers!
Adams: Here we go, Belinda! Things are about to get ugly!
Simone: I have a feeling you're right, Jason. Rage is stalking Goth, and he is laughing about it.
Indeed as Rage is stalking Goth from inside the ring, he's looking down at him, laughing a sadistic evil laugh. He steps over the top rope and jumps down to the floor next to Goth, but what he didn't see was Goth had wrapped a steel chain around his arm, waiting for the right moment to strike. The fans in the front row try to warn Rage, but he ignores them and just as he reaches down to pull Goth to his feet, Goth delivers a vicious and very painful lowblow with the steel chain and Rage crumples to his knees! On the other side of the ring, Sapphira smiles and laughs as she watches her man.
Adams: Okay that one hurt!
Simone: And that right there is how you get the big man down to his knees.
Adams: That or find that bird Sabrina and...
Simone: Jason! This is a family show!
Goth keeps the steel chain wrapped around his arm and connects a hard right to Rage's temple and Rage collapses to the floor, nearly unconscious! Goth lets some of the chain loose and moves over near Rage's head, where we see he has been busted open yet again!
Simone: If Rage isn't careful, this match could end quickly. The blood loss will effect him pretty fast.
Goth bends down wrapping the end of the chain around Rage's neck, cutting off his air supply immediately! Rage begins struggling but Goth doesn't hold back as he chokes the life out of the Sin of Wrath.
Simone: Goth needs to remember that if Rage passes out, that's three hundred pounds of dead weight he needs to get back into the ring.
Adams: I don't think he cares about getting him back in the ring right now, Simone. I think he just wants to hurt him bad!
Rage continues to struggle for air, and his face quickly starts turning blue as his brain is deprived of oxygen! He is just moments away from passing out when he manages to deliver a hard punch to Goth's face, causing Goth to break the hold. Rage chokes as he tries to catch his breath and Goth soon tries to wrap the chain around Rage's neck again, only for Rage to grab a hold of the chain and yank it down hard, nearly pulling Goth's shoulder out of its socket!
Adams: Geez! I'm gonna need painkillers after this match!
Simone: You?! You're not even in the match!
Adams: No, but I can feel everything just watching this.
Rage jumps to his feet, still coughing a bit, but he fights regardless. He knees Goth in his midsection and shoves him to the floor, still holding on to the end of the chain wrapped around Goth's arm, and he drags Goth over to one of the ring posts. He slams Goth's head into the ring post a couple times before he takes the end of the chain and wraps out around the ring post, securing it in place!
Simone: Uh oh...What is Rage doing now?!
Goth tugs at the chain furiously trying to get free as Rage begins searching around for his next weapon of choice. He settles for a steel chair and he swings it around, hitting Goth hard against his back over and over again, increasing the fury each time!
Simone: Rage is really taking it to Goth right now! He's showing him and everyone else that he doesn't want to lose this one!
After about five chair strikes to the back, Goth is barely moving as he hangs from the ring post, but Rage is not done. He looks at Goth's arm with a malicious look in his eyes.
Adams: I don't like that look! I really don't!
Simone: If he does what I think he's about to do, he could put Goth out of commission for a while!
Rage lifts the chair high above his head and is about to bring it crashing down against Goth's arm, when Sapphira appears on the ring apron behind him and takes the chair away, tossing it behind her! Rage spins around in a fury, ready to attack, but is quickly stopped by referee Drew Patton! Sapphira jumps down from the ring apron, and quickly hightails it away from Rage. This distraction gives Goth the time he needs to free himself from the ring post and remove the chain from his arm.
Simone: Quit worrying about Sapphira, Rage! Goth is right behind you!
As Rage keeps himself distracted by Sapphira's interference, Goth is stalking behind him with a sledgehammer in his hands. Rage continues to glare at Sapphira and when she smiles wickedly and looks behind him at Goth. Rage turns around and Goth nails Rage in the gut with the end of the sledgehammer, knocking the wind out of Rage immediately!
Goth tosses the sledgehammer down then slams Rage's head into the ring apron a few times for good measure, before he slides Rage back in the ring, and searches around the outside of the ring at the various weapons laying around. He passes up a fire extinguisher and a kindo stick, and reaches for a bag of some sort, opening it up to look inside. After seeing what is inside, a vicious smile appears on his face and he slides back in the ring.
Adams: I bet he found a bag full of money!
Simone: Now what good would money do in this match?
Adams: I don't know, but a bag full of money would make me happy.
Rage is still reeling from being hit with the sledgehammer as Goth opens the bag dumping the contents all around Rage and the crowd boos him!
Simone: Is that...is that broken glass?!
Goth dumps all of the glasses around him and tosses the bag aside. He reaches down and pulls Rage to his feet, setting him up for a powerbomb.
Adams: This doesn't look good for Rage. He's already bleeding from that cut on his head!
Just as Goth is about to go for the powerbomb, Rage counters it, sending Goth flying over his back! Goth crashes down on the glass scattered around the ring, and his body cringes as the glass sticks to him! Rage quickly turns around and goes for the cover!
1..
2...
3..NO! Goth kicks out!
Simone: My God! How did Goth kick out of that one?!
Rage is just as shocked as everyone else at Goth kicking out. He gets back to his feet and exits the ring where he begins tossing several weapons into the ring. A trash can, kindo stick, fire extinguisher and chairs, and he pulls a table from under the ring and slides it in under the bottom rope inside the ring before getting back in the ring himself. He sets up the table, and places two of the steel chairs on top of it!
Simone: I think Rage is looking to end this one and in a big way!
Rage walks over to Goth who has made it back to his feet and his back is battered and bloodied. Shards of glass are still stuck to his back and Rage delivers a few punches to his head and pulls him over to the table. He stands Goth up, grabbing a hold of his neck preparing for a chokeslam! The crowd cheers loudly, but Goth furiously fights the hold, kicking at Rage to break the hold, but Rage refuses to let go! Goth finally elbows Rage in the arm, knocking his arm away, giving Goth the time he needs to get away from the table! He picks up the fire extinguisher at his feet, pulling the nozzle and spraying Rage with it! The white substance coats Rage and blinds him temporarily and Goth tosses the fire extinguisher down and grabs the trash can at his feet!
Adams: Rage took too long with that one. He needs to move a little faster if he wants to beat Goth.
Goth raises the trash can and brings it crashing down to Rage's skull, but it doesn't take the big man down! Goth hits him two more times, but still Rage remains on his feet, as his whole head is covered in blood, and he starts slowing down. Goth tosses the trash can down and walks over to Rage, pulling him closer to the table. He takes Rage's head under his arm, but Rage fights it, delivering a few elbows to Goth's side and he shoves himself free from Goth's grasp! Goth charges at Rage once more, only for Rage to deliver a big boot to the face, sending Goth back against the table!
Adams: I think Rage wants to send Goth to the dentist.
Simone: Screw the dentist. He wants to send him straight to hell.
Rage takes Goth, and lays him on top of the chairs and the table. He thinks for a moment, then looks to the top turnbuckle, deciding his next move. Rage steps outside the ropes, placing a foot on the second rope and the crowd goes wild with cheers!
Simone: Oh my...He's climbing to the top rope! Rage never does this!
Adams: That's three hundred pounds climbing to the top rope, Belinda. This could be very bad for Goth...
Simone: This could be very bad for Rage, Jason!
Rage very unsteadily climbs to the top rope as he looks down at Goth with pure hatred in his eyes. He takes in a deep breath and then launches himself off of the turnbuckle with a flying elbow, but Goth moves out of the way at the last second and Rage crashes through the mess of chairs and table with a sickening crash! The crowd looks on in horror as Rage lays there out cold.
Adams: And the answer is...bad.
Simone: My God! Rage could be seriously hurt after that!
As Rage lays there, out cold, Goth crawls towards him, exhausted. He throws an arm over Rage's chest, and Drew drops down for the count.
1...
2...
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman, your winner by pinfall...GOTH!!
Sapphira slides in to the ring, as she and Drew help Goth to his feet, where Drew raises his arm in victory. Goth looks down at the battered mess that is Rage, as ring officials swarm the ring to check on him, and Sapphira leads Goth out of the ring and backstage. Rage finally begins to show some signs of life, as the ring officials help him to his feet.
Simone: Rage doesn't look good right now, Jason. Goth walked away the victory, and Rage is just barely walking as it is. We can only wonder what injuries that could have left him with!
The souvenir stands are a madhouse of activity as fans of all ages are pushing against the tables, holding out cash to make their hopeful purchases and driving the men and women selling the goods quite mad! Cash is passed to the vendors as merchandise is handed back, and in many hands of the fans are the brand new "Beware the Stare" T-shirts.
One rather large figure is seen peeking over the heads of the fans, trying to edge his way in between the thriving mass of bodies and it turns out to be none other than Big B himself, cousin of Nick Jones and good friend to Despayre. Right behind Big B is Nick's enforcer, Tony, who looks absolutely annoyed.
Big B waves a handful of cash in the air and is trying to get the seller's attention.
Big B: Me! Me! I was here first! Excuse me! Nick Jones's cousin coming through!
Big B manages to pry his way through the mass of humanity fighting for the new hot seller and Tony isn't as gentle as B as he follows. B manages to get to the table with a bright smile.
Big B: Hi! Can I get a "Beware the Stare" T-shirt? Extra large!
Behind him, Tony rolls his eyes noticeably as B hands the woman his money and she in turn, hands him a T-shirt. B looks most gleeful as he tears the plastic open and doesn't even wait. He pulls his own shirt off and slips his new garment on, as happy as a kid on Christmas morning!
Tony: I can't believes yous just wasted your money on dat! And my time having to come too!
Big B: Well nobody made you come with me!
Tony: Your cuz did! Its de only way to keep yous outta trouble, cappiche?
Big B looks thoughtful and then shakes his head. Big B: No, I don't think so. I'd rather have some popcorn. Big B then weaves his way back out of the crowd and Tony watches him with a scornful eye, shaking his head. He then casually turns his head to the female vendor and clears his throat. Tony: Yeah, I'm gonna need gonna those too. Extra large. And Tony discreetly slides her the money. Max: Goddammit.
There's a knock on the trainer's room door. Trevor Irons pokes his head in.
Trevor: You okay dude?
Max adjusts the bag of ice that rests on the back of his neck, and shoots a glare at his partner.
Max: What the hell do you think?
Trevor: Yeees?
Max: No goddammit Trev. I've got a splitting headache. Where the hell were you guys?
Trevor: I'm sorry man.
Max: Whatever.
Trevor: We're going to get those bastards that did this to you.
Max: What? What are you talking about?
Trevor: Team Erik obviously.
Max: Oh, Jesus Christ Trevor. Do you really think it was Team Erik?
Trevor: Well, yeah. Aleksei already went after them.
Max: Are you guys that clueless?
Trevor: Hey now!
Max tosses the bag of ice aside and takes a swig from the bottle of water next to him.
Max: It wasn't Team Erik. It was that bitch Kain. I caught a glimpse of the egotistical bastard as he was walking away. So go find Aleksei, and tell him to get his head of his arse. I'm going to hurt that bastard...
Trevor: Alright.
Max: Get out of here man. Go find Aleksei.
Trevor: Okay man.
Trevor steps out of the trainer's room, and gives his partner some space as he requests.
*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!*
We fade into a living room where there are five teenagers, two girls, and three guys. They are standing next to a computer screen, streaming a previous Climax Control episode while proudly displaying two different shirts…
As the music continues, the young teens show off various poses from their favorite NXT stars, doing so in an excited manner. A deep voice s heard in a voiceover as the music progresses.
Voiceover: Want to wear the same gear as Spike Staggs, Odette Ryder, Vixen, Jessie Salco, Derek Thorne, or Jamie Staggs? Until recently, that was impossible, but Sin City Wrestling has been taken to… New X-Tremes with this one-of-a-kind merchandise. Can’t make it to a live taping? Have no fear! Just visit www dot sc wrestling dot net and travel over to the “Merch Table” to find these and many other designs from your favorite stars and Bombshells!
The kids get an excited look on their faces as they all crowd around the computer, pushing at each other to be the first to order more merchandise. The music and the scene fades out slowly as we return to our programming.
The lights in the arena dim down to complete darkness. After a few seconds of silence, “Gimme Gimme” by Lords of Acid begins playing. As the pulsing beat progresses, white strobe lights begin flashing down, giving quick glimpses of a sheet covered piece lowering from the ceiling on a chain. Once it reaches the ring, the lights begin flashing more rapidly. The small dome-like structure in the center of the ring is soon compromised as one end begins sucking in the sheet. A red light begins spinning around above the ring, showing off the image of a woman, wrapped up in the sheet is in the center of an oversized bird cage, swinging back and forth on a perch. She lowers herself to the floor level as the perch is raised up. The woman holds onto a pole going down the center, slowly swinging around and around. At the first climax of the song, Angelica sheds the sheet, showing off a black vinyl ensemble resembling S&M gear. Wrapped tightly around her throat is a whip. As she comes to a halt, the brunette looks forcefully out into the audience before pulling the whip from around her neck, snapping it at her side. A half smile creeps upon her face as she lashes the whip upwards. She uses the whip to swing back and forth before wrapping both of her legs around the pole, spinning around it quickly, before coming to a splits position on the ground. With the whip still in her hands, she slowly leans down before crawling to the edge of the cage. The audience cheers loudly as Angelica reaches it. She slowly pulls herself up to her knees where she grinds to the beat. She works her way up to a standing position, pressing her ass-ets to the cage wall. She extends her long leg out before flinging her hair up into the air. As it falls, she walks over to the other side, bending over and running her nails up her lengthy leg, stopping right before her naughty bits, biting her nail in a teasing manner. She wraps the whip back around her neck as she surprises us by leaping up to the top of the pole, hanging upside down as she slowly descends. She sits with her shoulders against the bottom of the cage for a moment longer than she should. She rolls forward, stumbling into side of the cage. The audience chuckles a bit until they see her eyes wide as saucers. Her chest heaves as she looks around frantically. She screams out in fear, trying her best to get out of the cage clumsily. She bangs on the door in a panic before sinking down to the bottom of the cage, sitting up against the pole, hyperventilating. The sound of headsets fumbling can be heard as the medical team comes down to the ring. They get the door open and attend to Angelica, helping her up to her feet as her body is covered in sweat.
Simone: A repeat performance from Blaze of Glory II, freak out and all.
Adams: I am worried about her. She is notorious for being a brutal bitch, but she has been a completely different person since she was taken out by Roxanne last summer.
Simone: It is hard to feel bad for someone who once claimed that she was starting a war on ugly people, making fun of people with mental disorders… It is sort of ironic, isn’t it?
Adams: I can’t argue that, but you gotta feel bad for her in some light. She freaks out over absolutely nothing, as if she had seen a ghost. She is trying to come back to the business a little bit at a time and…
Simone: Maybe if she weren’t such a raging bitch, she wouldn’t have been taken out like that. She got to see what it was like to come into contact with a real Mean Girl…
The EMT’s help Angelica up the ramp as the fans cheer her on for support. She bows her head in shame as she continues to shake before disappearing behind the curtains.
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. Emerging from the mist like an ancient force of power, the Roulette Title slung over his shoulder, 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. Thatcher raises the title high into the air, the crowd roaring in approval at their new champion. He climbs down, calling for a microphone. The ringside official quickly obliges, and Thatcher paces back and forth across the ring before speaking.
Thatcher Rex: “Controversy. That particular word has been thrown around a lot since my debut in SCW. Controversial actions from the locker room controversial decisions from the officials… hell, I’ve just about cornered the market on that particular term. These events keep occurring, too; last week, I was attacked yet again by Duke Ata. I was again attacked by Giani Di Luca, assaulted by his partners in crime. But despite all of this controversy, all of these attempts, one solid truth rings in the ears of SCW.”
He raises the title once more, much to the delight of the fans.
Thatcher Rex: “They didn’t stop me. They couldn’t stop me. Tupoi tried once more to assault my person, but all he got was dropped through the roof of a car. Suck on the embarrassment, Duke. You tried, and you failed. James Huntington-Hawkes III tried to play the numbers game to keep his title. Yes, his boys eventually did put me down… but not before I secured the belt.”
Another roar of approval emanates from the crowd, and Rex smiles.
Thatcher Rex: “In fact, I-“
Whatever Rex is about to say is interrupted as the music of Spike Staggs blares over the PA system. A heavy chorus of boos meets the man as he steps out from behind the curtain, venturing on down the ramp. He slides under the bottom rope, approaching Thatcher in what appears to be a friendly manner. He claps his hands, then raises a microphone to his lips.
Erik Staggs: “Sorry to interrupt, old boy, and congratulations on your win, but there are just a few issues I must address. You handled yourself well last week, Thatcher. May I call you Thatcher? Of course I can. You were attacked multiple times, and you still came out with the Roulette Title. James is quite upset about it, you know.”
Thatcher Rex: “James is also your boy, along with Giani and Carter.”
Erik Staggs: “Oh, the attack was unauthorized. A bit of vengeance on James’ part, but no ill will was directed towards you. Not by me. In point of fact, that’s why I’m talking to you right now. You have displayed ferocious tenacity, as well as a certain dislike of the current management. You have a problem with Hot Stuff Mark Ward. I can solve it.”
Thatcher Rex: “Can you, now?”
Erik Staggs: “Oh yes. I’m sure you’ve noticed our little revolution, and the names that are attached to it. I’ve taken in people who don’t get what they deserve, and giving them a chance to fight for it. We can oust Ward, Thatcher. And when we do, I can give you anything and everything you want. A match with Duke Ata? Yours. A shot at the Heavyweight Title? The way is paved. It can be all yours, Thatcher… all you have to do is join with Team Erik. One little word, my friend. Just one little word.”
Thatcher rubs his chin, as if in deep thought. He ponders the question before turning back to Staggs.
Thatcher Rex: “All mine, hm?”
Erik Staggs: “All of it.”
Thatcher Rex: “Is that the same promise you made to everyone else?”
Staggs’s smile slowly fades away.
Thatcher Rex: “Fortune and glory, fame and riches. That’s what you’re promising, is it?”
Erik Staggs: “I’m promising fairness.”
Thatcher Rex: “Oh, fairness. Well, why didn’t you say so? I don’t know how I could have missed it.”
Erik Staggs: “I’m not liking your tone, Thatcher.”
Thatcher Rex: “You know what? I’m not exactly thrilled with yours. It didn’t escape my notice that every single person that laid a hand on me last week belonged in your pocket. Every person that has cheated me, that has somehow cost me a match, has been a part of Team Erik. Why the hell would I join a team that has done its best to halt every step of progress that I’ve tried to make here in SCW? Please, enlighten me, Erik.”
Erik Staggs: “Don’t be a fool, Rex. This is a one-time offer.”
Unbeknownst to Thatcher, the entirety of Team Erik has begun to approach, forming a half-circle behind the Roulette Champion. Thatcher continues talking to Erik, completely oblivious to their presence.
Thatcher Rex: “No, joining with you would make me a fool. Ward and I had words, but he’s done alright by me. When I had a problem, he sought to make it better. Ironically, the source of pretty much every problem I’ve had here has been your people. Misty deliberately disqualified us from the Mixed Tag Tournament. James has repeatedly hired people to attack me. Turnpike and Di Luca have attacked me. That isn’t a selling point, Staggs. That’s a damned good reason to stand against you and the band of misfits that just can’t seem to make it on their own. You’ve got one champion on your side, but that’s all you’re going to get.”
Erik does not glare at Rex, nor does he threaten him. What he does is shake his head in dismay.
Erik Staggs: “I’m very sorry to hear that, Thatcher. Get him.”
Thatcher whirls, and is immediately swarmed by the multitude of Team Erik as they flood into the ring. Forearms are swinging, colliding with the Tyrant King. He tries to fight back, sending a boot into the gut of Misty and a fist directly into the nose of Kevin Carter, but the sheer numbers overwhelm him. Thatcher is forced to the ground, where several boots begin stomping him. Meanwhile, Staggs watches on, a smug smile warping his lips. Giani Di Luca and James Huntington-Hawkes III lift a dazed Thatcher to his feet, and Di Luca lifts him onto his shoulder as if he is going to nail the Jersey Turnpike. But instead of slamming Rex, he signals to Carter, who charges in to hit his devastating One Man Band. Thatcher reels from the blow, flying off Giani’s shoulder and over the top rope, colliding bodily with the floor. Staggs rolls out of the ring, approaching the downed Roulette Champion.
Erik Staggs: “This, my friend… this is what you have chosen. We offered you friendship, and you chose to slap our hand away. This is the consequence. I do hope you enjoyed it, because it’s going to happen a lot more.”
Staggs slaps Thatcher in the face, then departs with his allies following suit. Rex slumps against the barricade.
The camera returns to the arena and the capacity crowd on hand cheers as they see themselves being shown on the screen above the stage. The camera trails around the crowd and the fans hug each other, cheer, pose and wave their signs in support of their favorite Sin City Wrestling Superstars and Bombshells!
Adams: Wow! The fans here in Colombia have really went all out to support us, Belinda!
Simone: That they have, and we've all had a great time here tonight, but it's time to bring this one to a close with a world championship main event!
The camera returns to the ring where ring announcer Justin Decent stands with head referee, Jasmine St. John, standing by in the corner.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Main Event of Climax Control! It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NWA World Cruiserweight Championship!
The fans cheer as “Light it Up” by Rev Theory plays over the speakers. The lights of cameras flash as Vixen steps out onto the ramp.
Justin: Introducing first, from Ottawa Ontario Canada…she weighs 128 pounds…
Adams: That is 128 pounds that I would love to gain
Simone: And I am pretty sure that Spike might have something to say about that.
Adams: Maybe…if we decide to tell him.
Justin: ... She is the challenger ... Vixen!
Saluting the fans with a smile on her face, Vixen starts down the ramp, clapping the hands of the fans along the ramp. Climbing the ring steps, she slides into the ring and once again salutes the fans before heading to the corner and watching the entrance way while she prepares for the match as her music fades out.
Justin: And her opponent!
The lights go down and some fog billows out from the curtains in the entryway. A clip from David Bowie’s “Space Oddity” begins to play and everyone looks towards the entryway.
#This is ground control to Major Tom #You've really made the grade #And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear #Now it's time to leave the capsule if you dare.Justin: From Tallinn, Estonia! Weighing in at 195-pounds! He is the NWA World Cruiserweight Champion… Magni!
"This is major Tom to ground control
The music changes to “Even Better Than The Real Thing” by U2, which is completely normal for Magni’s entrance, and he appears in the entryway. Going after a cheap pop, Magni steps out with the championship around his waist… and a Carlos Valderrama Columbian national football team jersey on! He’s even dribbling a football as he heads towards the ring.
I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today"
Adams: Blatant crowd pandering from Magni. Honestly, what’s a guy from Estonia know about Columbia?
Simone: Well, he knows soccer, clearly. He’s pretty good with that ball.
Adams: Well, Vixen’s Canadian so Magni better watch out. These people in Bogota might be big soccer fans, but Vixen might give Magni a good hockey check… or pull that jersey over his head and pound the living snot out of him!
Magni dribbles the ball all the way to the ring, then does his best corner kick, launching the ball into the crowd. The fans scramble to catch it as the champion removes the belt from his waist and slides into the squared circle.
Simone: Magni defeated Vixen here in his first defense of that very belt at Wrestle Classic 13. The question is, can he do it again?
Magni passes the championship belt over to Jasmine who first shows it to Vixen, and then holds it high for everyone in attendance to see. Jasmine then passes the title out to Justin and the bell rings!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Magni and Vixen both come from out of their corners and in the center of the ring, Magni offers his hand over to her, and Vixen accepts in a rare display of good sportsmanship. The crowd applauds. The two break and slowly start to circle the ring.
Adams: I don't know how I feel about this match, Belinda.
Simone: Neither do I. Intergender matches are strictly forbidden in SCW, but this has been sanctioned by the NWA as our own Vixen is the number one challenger.
Adams: Last time we saw something like this, Raynin and Gothika challenged for the NWA tag team gold.
Simone: Let's hope this one has a different ending.
Magni and Vixen lock up, collar and elbow, and Magni easily backs her up against the ropes. Jasmine calls for the break and Magni obliges right away, cleanly.
Simone: Not very often we see a contest between two faces, both whom have the crowd's support.
Vixen comes off of the ropes, winding her arms, and the two circle once again before they tie up. They struggle for a moment when Magni takes control with a side headlock. He cranks the pressure on momentarily before he chain wrestles and switches tactics, releasing the headlock and ducking behind Vixen, forcing her arm up her back in a hammerlock. Vixen winces in pain, gritting her teeth, but she soon counters, reversing it and ducking behind the NWA champion with her own hammerlock.
Adams: Vixen's not backing down, even though she is in there with a man that has her outweighed by about eighty pounds.
Simone: She's not backing down despite the fact she's in there against a man --period.
Magni reaches back with his free arm and delivers an elbow to the side of her head, knocking her grip on him loose. He then grabs her again in the headlock but she doesn't stay in it for long as she whips him off into the ropes. the two collide in the center of the ring and Vixen ends up on the wrong end of a shoulder block and she goes down. Magni then runs off of the ropes and Vixen drops down. He runs over her and she jumps to her feet and leap frogs over him. As he comes off of the ropes, she grabs his arm and goes to send him into the ropes but he reverses it and sends her in instead. She comes running off and he scoops her up onto his shoulders but she slides off and brings him down with an arm drag take down.
Simone: Nice one girl!
Vixen grabs Magni by the arm and twists him into an arm wringer before she sends him into the ropes once again. She swings with her left arm for a clothesline but Magni ducks under it. he comes off the neutral side and Vixen attempts a hip toss but Magni lands on his feet, then kips up and brings her over with a standing monkey flip. Magni darts off of the ropes and Vixen attempts a back body drop but Magni uses the move to land on his feet behind her and he swiftly brings her over with an arm drag that sends her sliding right to the outside.
Adams: That's what I love about these cruiserweight matches! They are non stop!
Vixen shakes the cobwebs loose but sees Magni come charging toward her from the inside and she moves out of the way.
Simone: Look out! Magni's not giving up that easily!
Vixen turns around and Magni hops over the top rope, to the ring apron, then uses the ropes to springboard back into a moonsault dive right into Vixen on the outside of the ring! The crowd is on it's feet for that aerial display!
Adams: That was some move by the World Champion!
Simone: And it looks like it took a little bit out of him as well!
Adams: They don't call them high risk maneuvers for nothing, you know.
Magi is coming to, sitting up, as Vixen is on her back, holding her head while Jasmine issues her count!
1...
Magni stands up and pulls Vixen to her feet and rolls her back into the ring before he climbs inside himself.
2...
3...
4...
5...
Adams: Quite the gentleman, eh?
Simone: Magni doesn't want to risk a count out victory. He wants to get the win right there in the center of the ring and show everyone why he is the champion.
Magni pulls Vixen to her feet and Irish whips her into the ropes. As she comes off, he scoops her up but she scissors his head with her legs and brings him down with a whirly bird head scissors. Magni is quickly back to his feet and Vixen runs off of the ropes and attempts a bulldog but Magni blocks it and brings her crashing down with a back suplex. Magni quickly with the cover, hooking the leg.
1.....
2..... Vixen kicks out!
Simone: Notice Magni took no chances and hooked the leg! He is not taking Vixen lightly because of her gender.
Magni quickly darts to the near corner and backs up it, but as he perches on the top rope, he looks up and Vixen is back on her feet and she runs up and hits a dropkick that sends the champion toppling off of the turnbuckle and he hits the ringside floor in a heap!
Adams: Its a good thing he's not taking her lightly! Vixen is taking everything he's dishing out and giving it right back!
Magni staggers to his feet, using the ringside barricade. He turns around and Vixen runs right up the turnbuckles and leaps off, hitting him with a beautiful flying bodypress to the outside! The fans are again on their feet at the aerial display by the former Bombshell champion!
xAdams: Both of these wrestlers aren't holding anything back!
Vixen grabs Magni and drags him to his feet and gets him up onto the apron and rolls him back inside of the ring.
Simone: Smart move there by Vixen. She can not win the championship by a count out.
Vixen quickly climbs to the top of the corner and waits as Magni gets to his feet. Magni does not see her but he turns around and she leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick! Vixen dives atop of Magni and hooks the leg!
1.....
Vixen gets him back to a vertical base and goes for an Irish whip but Magni reverses it. Magni swings for a clothesline but Vixen attempts a float over DDT but Magni counters himself and brings her up and over with a Northern lights suplex!
1.....
2..... Magni kicks out!
2..... Vixen kicks out!
Adams: God these two are really taking it to each other here!
Simone: Well it is for the NWA World cruiserweight Championship!
The two combatants square off in the middle of the ring, both beginning to tire as the match wears on. Magni lands a punch. Vixen responds with a kick, but the Estonian grabs her leg and blocks it.
Simone: Bam! Vixen scores the enziguri!
Adams: Lights out for Magni on that one.
Quickly, Vixen scrambles to the corner and climbs to the top rope. She pauses, and looks out over the Bogota crowd as she waits for Magni to get back to his feet. A groggy Magni is still trying to shake the cobwebs as Vixen takes flight, looking for the sunset flip off the top.
Crowd: Ooooooooo!
Simone: What a counter! Magni stays alive catching a wide open Vixen with a dropkick on the way down!
Adams: I don't know how Vixen will manage to come back after something like that!
Magni crawls over to Vixen and covers her, hooking the near leg.
1.....
2.....
3 - No! Vixen gets her shoulder up!
Simone: That girl has heart!
Magni brings her up and goes for a whip into the ropes but Vixen counters. She attempts to do the same but Magni holds on and delivers a swift kick to the legs that brings Vixen down to bended knee. Magni then hits a lightning fast Enziguri to the back of the head! Vixen goes down, seemingly out like a light, and Magni rolls her over onto her back and covers her once again.
1.....
Magni is on his knees, looking at Jasmine with surprise etched on his features. Jasmine holds up two fingers to emphasize that it indeed was just a count of two.
2.....
No! Vixen escapes once again!
Adams: But a close count of two!
Magni drags her to her feet and sends her hard into the corner and comes charging in and hits a double running knee strike! Vixen starts to sink to the mat but before she can, Magni grabs hold of her and lifts her up onto the top of the corner. Magni then starts to climb up top.
Simone: Oh whatever he has planned here might very well spell the end for Vixen's challenge!
Magni gets to the top and goes for a top rope Hurricanrana -- but Vixen holds onto the top rope and Magni goes crashing down to the canvas!
Simone: Oh what presence of mind there by the challenger! She knew what Magni was going for and countered the only way possible!
Magni rolls over onto his back and Vixen jumps off of the top rope and lands with a swanton bomb! Vixen hooks the leg!
1.....
Vixen looks imploringly at Jasmine but it remains just a two count!
Vixen gets Magni to his feet and goes to send him into the corner but Magni reverses it and does so to Vixen instead. Magni then gets a full head of steam and goes for a Stinger splash but Vixen moves and Magni crashes!
2.....
3 - No! Magni gets the shoulder up!
Simone: This one has gone back and forth since the very beginning!
Adams: Yeah nobody has been able to keep the advantage for very long.
Magni sinks back down and slowly turns around, and Vixen runs right up and hits a shining wizard!
Adams: Did you hear that!
Simone: I think everybody hard that! It sounded like a damn gunshot!
Vixen quickly grabs him by the back of the head and hits a running one-handed bulldog! Vixen with the cover!
1.....
Vixen drags Magni up and locks him in a double arm position. She tries to lift him up for the suplex maneuver but Magni lets his body go dead weight and she is unable.
2.....
No! Magni kicks out!
Simone: Even after all of this, Magni is able to block that!
Adams: Yeah but Vixen isn't giving up!
Vixen tries again and again but....
Simone: Again it's blocked!
The third time is the charm as Vixen strains with everything she has to bring the dead weight off his feet and the crowd is on its feet for the female challenger as she suplexes Magni over!
Adams: She did it! She got him over!
Vixen opts to forgo going for the pin and she instead climbs the top of the nearest corner as quickly as she is able. Vixen sizes up her opponent and goes for a flying elbow drop ...
Simone: Magni avoids it! Magni rolled out of the way!
Adams: It's like we said! neither has been able to keep the advantage for long!
A valiant Magni forces his way back to his feet, pulling a game Vixen up along with him!
Simone: Magni with a hold of Vixen by the arm, twisting it around…
The Estonian scores a back heel kick to the jaw of Vixen. The blow staggers her and Magni lets go of the arm. Instead he jumps up onto her back with both knees, grabs her by the shoulders and falls back, hitting a picture perfect lung blower.
Simone: Quick offence by Magni as he tries to put Vixen away.
Magni now heads for the top rope with Vixen down looking for breath. He smiles and jumps with the oddest looking splash ever, diving forward and kicking his feet back over his head, just like former Columbian national team goaltender Rene Higuita’s famous scorpion kick. The kick looks great, but Vixen manages to get her knees up and Magni takes the full impact, driving the air from his lungs.
Adams: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!
Vixen quickly scrambles to her feet and grabs Magni's arm, twisting it. She then steps over and rolls Magni up in the La magistral cradle! Jasmine makes the count!
1.....
The crowd explodes!
2.....
3!
Simone: She did it! My God she actually did it!
Adams: Vixen pinned Magni! She's the champion!
Spike races down to the ringside area and dives into the ring where he hugs Vixen who is on her knees, stunned herself as Jasmine gets the championship belt and approaches her!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Here is your winner ... and NEW National Wrestling Alliance World Cruiserweight Champion ... VIXEN!!!
The crowd cheers as reality has sank in and tears flow freely from Vixen's eyes as Spike cups her face with his hands, a fierce grin on his own face! He brings her to her feet and takes the belt from Jasmine and passes it over to the new champion! Jasmine then raises one of Vixen's arms and Spike raises the other to loud cheers!
Simone: Yes! It is official! Vixen has fulfilled a dream and is the new World Cruiserweight Champion!
Adams: Hey look at this.
The camera returns to the ring where the now former champion is back on his feet. He approaches Vixen and gallantly offers his hand in a congratulating display of good sportsmanship. Vixen accepts and the fans cheer as Magni embraces her quickly and raises her arm.
Simone: You just do not see displays like that enough in this sport!
Magni then handsprings over the top rope and to the outside where he quietly and quickly makes his exit, while inside of the ring, Spike lifts Vixen onto his shoulder as she raises the NWA cruiserweight belt over her head to the crowd's cheers!
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