Climax Control

The Estadio Luna Park in Buenos Aires, Argentina is alive with energy as the fans of Sin City Wrestling stand and cheer, holding up signs for their favorite SCW superstars and Bombshells while the cameras pass along them, recording and airing them for those watching at home on their televisions.

"SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

Justin Decent, announcer for Sin City Wrestling, stands up with the house microphone raised to his lips and he starts to speak;

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the Hostess of "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd watching cheers as the ever-outgoing Amanda Hugginkiss prances to the top of the stage, bearing a mini-dress covered with Ken dolls. She whips out an umbrella and pops it open, revealing that it too, is lined with Barbie's on-again/off-again. The music begins, as does Amanda's 'performance'.

Amanda: Hi - Hi! We're your Weather Girls - Ah-huh -
And have we got news for you - You better listen!
Get ready, all you lonely girls
And leave those umbrellas at home. - Alright! -

Humidity is rising - Barometer's getting low
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men.

It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
I'm gonna go out to run and let myself get
Absolutely soaking wet!
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Every Specimen!
Tall, blonde, dark and lean
Rough and tough and strong and mean

God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too
She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do
She taught every angel to rearrange the sky
So that each and every woman could find her perfect guy
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah!
It's Raining Men! Ame---------nnnn!

I feel stormy weather / Moving in about to begin
Hear the thunder / Don't you lose your head
Rip off the roof and stay in bed

God bless Mother Nature, she's a single woman too
She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do
She taught every angel to rearrange the sky
So that each and every woman could find her perfect guy
It's Raining Men! Yeah!

Humidity is rising - Barometer's getting low
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men.

It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men! Amen!
It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! - It's Raining Men!

The song fades and the fans applaud as Amanda moves about the stage, blowing kisses to all corners of the building.

Simone: Hello and welcome to Argentina, where Climax Control is coming at you live. I'm Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I'm Tony Ciprianni.... just kidding, I'm Jason Adams.

Simone: Six great matches for you tonight, kicking off with the debut of Joshua Acquin, against Casper Grey.

Adams: Joshua comes with a big reputation, but can he hack it here in SCW?

Simone: Another debut this week sees Cyn Marlowe make her in ring debut against Laura Jackson

Adams: Cyn's appearances have already set heart rates soaring, but now she gets to show it in the ring.

Simone: A third debut tonight as we see The Forgotten in action for the very first time in a SCW ring as they take on Kain and Lucian Frost, Blood Omen.

Adams: If they can defeat Blood Omen, their SCW careers will start on a huge high

Simone: Speaking of high, Amanda Cortez is in action tonight too as she takes on resident superhero, Roxi Johnson.

Adams: Roxi is one of my faves. She will fight the evil!

Simone: NWA Television Title is on the line tonight as BACW's The Spectre is here to defend his title against Goth!

Adams: If he's a Spectre, how will we see him?

Simone: With your eyes Jason.

Adams: Cool, cool.

Simone: Tonight's main event is Clash Of The Champions II, this year, tag team champions, Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter face Thatcher Rex and Spike Staggs.

Adams: Exciting stuff.

Simone: It is Jason.

Adams: So let's start a pain train!




“Nightmare” Hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with mixed reaction from the crowd. As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans. Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing cheers and boos from the crowd.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your opening match of the evening, introducing first from Las Vegas, Nevada weighing in at 227ibs, making his Sin City Wrestling debut he is SCW’s Nightmare Joshua Acquin!

Simone: Joshua comes highly touted having competed all over the world and now he has arrived in Sin City Wrestling.

Adams: I disagree with his nickname though, he’s not SCW’s Nightmare, that’s Marty McFarge in a thong.

Simone: OH GOD MY MIND!

Joshua paces back and forth inside the ring as he waits for the arrival of his opponent, he doesn’t have to wait long as 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 that can be heard as he looks out into the darkness.

Justin: And his opponent, from San Diego, California weighing in at 228ibs, “The Golden Standard” Casper Gray.

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, however as soon as he enters the ring Joshua attacks from prompting Jasmine St. John to signal for the bell.

Simone: Joshua’s not wasting any time here!

Adams: He’s out to make a statement and Casper’s in his way!

Casper starts to fight back as Jasmine tries to restore order and manages to sneak in a shot to the stomach before whipping Joshua off the ropes; however Joshua is able to reverse the whip and catches Casper on the rebound with a powerslam!

Simone: So far this match has been firmly in Joshua’s hands.

Adams: And Casper’s a former Tag Team Champion!

Joshua is already signaling for the end as he waits for Casper to get to his feet, once Casper is on his feet Joshua grabs him from behind and hits him with a Full Nelsen Facebuster.

Simone: He calls that The Nightmare 2!

Adams: And Joshua isn’t done!

Joshua drags Casper to the center of the ring and hoists him up, he grabs Casper’s arms and……

Simone: And that’s the Nightmare!

Adams: Whatever plans Matthew Kennedy had for Casper just went out the window!

Joshua goes for a cocky cover on Casper 1…..2……3!!!!!

Justin: Here’s your winner, Joshua Acquin!

Simone: Wow, what a statement by the newcomer!

Adams: Beating anyone that fast is an achievement alone but beating a former champion? He’ll be one to look out for in the weeks to come!

Joshua leaves the ring as “Nightmare” begins to play again.




Simone: Well we are back here at ringside and as I understand it, senior SCW referee, Jasmine St. John, has a special announcement to make concerning a new staff member to Sin City Wrestling. Justin?

The camera goes to the ringside area where the amorous ring announcer for the ASCW, Justin Decent, is standing next to head referee Jasmine St. John and a young man also wearing the shirt of an SCW official.

Justin: Thanks, Belinda. Jasmine, we were told last week that you were being given this opportunity to introduce us to someone new to Sin City Wrestling. I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume this is him.

Jasmine reaches over and puts her hand on the young man's shoulder and nods.

Jasmine: It is, Justin. This young man's name in Jacob Summers and he is the newest referee for Sin City Wrestling. Mark and Christian thought with everything picking up and the shows getting more matches and the matches getting more dangerous, that it was time to bring in a new face to the ranks of the SCW officials.

Justin: And would this also have anything to do with the fact last week your fellow referee, Drew Patton, joined the side of Erik Staggs in this power struggle?

Jasmine holds her hands up.

Jasmine: That's not for me to say, Justin. All I know is that guy has been making some bad calls so Mark and Christian decided that maybe he needed some help. Maybe the pressures been getting to him. I don't know. But Jacob is here now and I decided to really see what this boy can do because the first match that he's been assigned is tonight, and it's for the NWA World TV title!

The crowd cheers as Jacob blinks back in surprise.

Justin: The NWA TV Championship! Wow! That's the first match you'll be officiating here in Sin City Wrestling! Nervous?

Justin holds the microphone out to the new arrival and he breathes out heavily.

Jacob: I'd be lying if i said 'no' but if Jasmine here thinks I can do it, then I'm not going to disappoint...

The crowd starts to boo as down the aisle comes an angry Drew Patton, still sporting his 'Team Erik' shirt!

Adams: Oh someone call the news! Benedict Arnold has arrived!

Drew turns the corner of the ring and storms up to the two referees and Justin and he grabs the microphone.

Drew: What the hell is this!? A new referee!? We don't need a new referee! I don't know, maybe YOU do St. John, but *I* don't!

The crowd boos!

Simone: Doesn't think very highly of himself, does he?

Drew continues on with his rant!

Drew: I want to know right NOW why the hell I wasn't consulted about this!

Jasmine frowns and looks at him as if he were nuts.

Jasmine: Consulted? Why the hell should I have to consult you about anything? Maybe this whole Tea Erik thing has addled that brain of yours so let me make something clear, and hopefully you won't forget it Drew! YOU are NOT my boss!

The crowd applauds and Jasmine points to herself.

Jasmine: I am YOUR boss! And you had best NOT forget it!

Drew steps forward, pissed off, and Jacob tries to calm him down but Drew turns and shoves the rookie official back, sending him stumbling against the barricade! Jasmine immediately steps up and gets into Drew's face and a heated exchange ignites as the two referees begin screaming at one another! Drew responds by shoving Jasmine back a step! The crowd boos!

Simone: I can't believe that ass just shoved a woman!

Jasmine pauses, fed up, and she turns and she punches Drew right in the jaw, knocking him to the floor! The crowd goes wild!

Adams: Yes! You go girl!

Drew, dazed from the shot, gets up and he angrily starts after Jasmine and she does not back down and they try to get at one another as Justin and Jacob try to keep the two officials separated! Three security guards rush out and lend a hand, prying the two away from each other!

Simone: What the hell has gotten into Drew!?

Adams: I don't know but I think he's pushed Jasmine too far this time!

Simone: Hard luck for him!




Misty and her disciples are all standing backstage, just outside the locker rooms. The brothers are all discussing something, while Misty and Ruby are standing just to the side of them, both women quiet as can be. Misty looks like she is deep in thought about something, and she looks down the hall.

Ruby: What is on your mind, my Queen?

As soon as Ruby speaks, the brothers go silent and turn their attention to Ruby and their Queen. Misty folds her arms across her chest and looks at Ruby.

Misty: Ruby, I need you to do something for me.

Ruby: Anything my Queen. I am here to serve you as always.

Misty: I'm going to go out to the ring shortly, and I need you to go find Odette Ryder and bring her to the ring. She has been far too quiet recently, and I think it is high time we know just whose side she is on. Do not argue with me right now. Just do as your told and go find Odette.

Ruby looks hesitant, but she bows her head in her display of obedience.

Ruby: As you wish my Queen.

Ruby then turns and walks away down the hall. Zane is about to follow her, but Misty stops him.

Misty: No, Zane. Ruby needs to do this alone, because I have a feeling Odette will surely be by Gabriel, and he won't hesitate to defend her. We don't need a repeat of last week. The four of you stay here while I am out in the ring.

The brothers look surprised, but they ultimately keep their concerns to themselves.

Damien: As you wish, my Queen. If you need anything, we will be watching a monitor back here the whole time.

Misty: Thank you, Damien. I won't be long.

Misty then walks down the hall in the opposite direction that Ruby went. The brothers begin talking in hushed voices, voicing their concerns now that Misty has gone to the ring without any of them.




Backstage in the New X-Tremes locker room, Ben Jordan is seen walking through the door with an arm full of liquor bottles. In exaggeration, he pants as if he had just carried several tons through the halls of the Estadio Luna Park in Buenos Aires, Argentina. He sets them down on a table in the center of the room with two chairs. Spike Staggs walks out of the shower area with his bare chest, clothes otherwise. He starts to say something until he sees the variety of liquor bottles on the table. In response, he raises and eyebrow and moves along silently. As Ben sets them up, Mickey comes from out of the shot to see this and he laughs out excitedly.

Mickey: Oi! Ye trying to kill yerself with the sauce, mate? I hope you plan on sharing.

Ben: Trust me, this isn’t for me. I cooked up this theory and I wanted to put it to the test. A little impromptu match if you will. Mickey Carroll versus…

Before Ben can finish his thought, Aleksei Koji walks through the doors with a big grin on his face. His eyes are trained on the alcohol and nothing else. He walks up to the table, only for Ben to smack his hand quickly. Aleksei goes to protest, but Ben holds up a finger.

Ben: Ahem! Mickey Carroll Versus Aleksei Koji in… a drinking contest!

Ben has an excited look on his face at the big reveal, only to have both men looking slightly underwhelmed. Koji nods his head from side to side as Mickey shrugs with a “meh…” Ben shakes his head in disappointment.

Ben: Aww, come on guys! This is epic! Both of you guys are known for your tolerance. This could be the ultimate bragging rights for either of you in NXT. Wait… Dammit, I forgot the shot glasses…

Mickey quickly reaches into his pocket and pulls one out, boasting a shamrock on the side. He slams it down on the table and stands at attention. Ben slowly looks over at him in shock. Mickey shrugs his shoulder once again.

Mickey: What? You can’t tell me yer really surprised, geez. It’s me good luck shot glass, it’s not like I drink from it everywhere I go.

Ben stares at him suspiciously, tapping his foot. Mickey stares back at him blankly as Aleksei fumbles around in his pockets, looking confused. Mickey finally breaks and rolls his eyes at Ben.

Mickey: Okay, okay. You’ve made yer point. No need to rub it in any longer, bollocks…

Koji lets out a victory laugh as he, too, slams a shot glass down on the table. Mickey goes from a joyful expression to one of discontent. Aleksei chuckles as he narrows his eyes at Mickey.

Aleksei: You think you can hold a candle to me, little boy? I have been drinking since before I grew hair anywhere other than my head.

Mickey: Christ, with how hairy ye are, I would imagine that’s been since ye left yer mums teet? Ye forget I’m from the Emerald Isle, mate.

Aleksei: You’re right. That means you have been drinking since the day you got on your moms teet, da?

Ben: Brilliant! Let’s get this underway, shall we?

Both men look at each other intensely as they take the nearest seat. They slide their glasses toward the middle of the table as Ben picks up a bottle of Jameson. He quickly pours into both Mickey and Aleksei’s glasses. He sets the bottle down and takes a few steps back, admiring his work.

Ben: Let the games… BEGIN!

POP!

Both Mickey and Aleksei drop half of their shot on their shirts and look at Ben who smiles innocently at them, holding a cap gun that is still smoking. He shrugs his shoulder as he watches both men shake their heads and refill their glasses.

Ben: What? I always wanted to use one of these things… Sue me!

Ben kneels down next to the table as he watches Ben and Mickey both shoot their glasses back, keeping a stern face as they stare each other down.




The scene cuts backstage where, interestingly enough, the camera shot is zoomed into the door of a men's bathroom. After a moment, the door opens up and out steps the very familiar Nick Jones, who seems to be reading a newspaper as he emerges. Nick then looks up from the paper and jumps back, something quite clearly catching him by surprise. The scene zooms out to show that standing right by the door, leaning up against the wall is none other than Erik Staggs. After realizing who is standing there, Nick regains himself as he folds up the paper and then looks at Erik.

Nick: You might want to give it a few minutes before heading in there.

Nick waves his hand in front of his nose, as Erik simply laughs, stepping away from the wall and over towards Nick.

Erik: Actually, that's not why I'm here. I was waiting here to talk to you.

Nick gives Erik a rather suspicious look and as a smirk comes across Erik's face. Nick rolls his eyes before responding.

Nick: Oh great, more of this crap? Isn't it bad enough I have to deal with this nonsense from Mark?

Erik: Now now, just hear me out. I understand your feelings, but all I ask is for a minute of your time.

Nick: Fine, but I've got places to go, so feel free to follow me and say whatever you've got to say.

Nick goes to turn and walk off, but then stops and turns back to Erik.

Nick: And by the way, just make sure you make it quick.

Erik: That, of course, is my intent, Mr. Jones.

With that, Nick heads on down the hall and Erik walks right on along with him, side by side.

Erik: Listen, just understand that I'm not here to harass you like Mark has. I respect you and respect whatever it is you really want to do. However, I just want to make sure you truly understand what your options are.

Nick: Yeah, yeah. Like I haven't heard this crap before.

Erik: The difference is, I'm really offering you something here and I think you already know that.

Nick: Oh, is that so?

Erik: Absolutely. Just look at your match last week for the perfect example. We have Drew Patton on our side and one can say that if not for him, your match might not have turned out the way it did.

Nick immediately stops in his tracks and turns towards Erik with a very annoyed look on his face.

Nick: What the hell are you trying to say?

Erik: Don't get me wrong, I'm not implying anything against you. What I'm saying is, you finally got to see what it's like to have the referee call a match the right way. Wasn't it nice to have a match around here called fairly for a change?

Nick: I will say, that was a pleasant surprise.

Erik: See what I'm saying? Even when you were reigning supreme over SCW as it's Heavyweight Champion, your buddy boy Mark never was able to give you that. You and I both know every time you stepped in that ring, it was like a 2-on-1 match and it's the only reason you ever even lost that title to my bastard nephew. He wouldn’t have managed that if he didn’t have Christian kissing his ass, and NXT backing him up.

Nick: Yeah, well, um...

Erik: You know I'm right. As much as you probably want to, we both know you've got no way to dispute it. So the question becomes... what do you say?

Nick stops and seems to be thinking it over for a moment as he looks off in the distance. Nick then looks back at Erik and moves in even closer before responding.

Nick: What I say is, you may or may not have a point there, but in the end it doesn't really matter, because I'm going to tell you the same exact thing I've already told Mark: keep me the hell out of this nonsense.

Nick then shoves his way past Erik and walks off down the hall as Erik simply watches and shakes his head as the scene cuts away.




The lights in the arena go out. Thick grey 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 figure of Misty emerges from backstage. She slowly and methodically walks her way to the ring, ignoring the booing from the crowd. Misty walks up the steps, then enters the ring she walks to the centre of the ring, standing there without her disciples. Reaching out she takes the microphone that is being offered to her by Justin, letting her music die from the personal address system Misty looks out into the sea of Sin City Wrestling fans. Misty goes to lift the microphone up to her lips but the Sin City Wrestling fans cut her off with harsh boos and a “SCW” chant.

Misty: It’s always the same thing week in and week out with you lot isn’t it?

The chant for “SCW, SCW, SCW” gets louder drowning Misty out.

Misty: Oh yes, keep chanting for your little team that has shown no sign of fighting back against the Bombshells that have aligned with Team Erik… keep wasting your breathe you worthless fools for your cries of finding a Savior has fallen on deaf ears once more. It sickens me to see that once again you all think that someone is out there, that there’s a hero out there that can save you from this… that can save your precious Sin City Wrestling from falling to the knees and kissing the feet of Erik Staggs. You will all see at Hostile Takeover what we have been saying all along, we will walk out victorious… We will walk out with the reigns of this company tightly in our grasp.

The fans chants for “SCW, SCW, SCW” step up at notch as the fans continue to try and over power Misty. Misty drops the microphone to her side before shaking her head, adjusting her Bombshell championship that’s draped over her right shoulder. Misty brings the microphone up to her lips once more.

Misty: In just a matter of moments you will see the fate of the Bombshell division shift to Erik’s power even more, as Odette Ryder makes her impending decision to either join us… or be against us. I have no doubt in the back of my mind, that she knows exactly what side she needs to be on, if she knows what’s good for her… she will pick the right side, the winning side… she’ll join us on Team Erik. So without any further delays, let me bring to you your favourite little Aussie… let me bring you, the newest member of Team Erik… Ms Odette Ryder. Ruby please bring her forth to the ring…

Simone: Oh I hope this isn’t so…

Adams: If Odette joins team Erik, who the hell does Mark and Christian have left?

Simone: You said it.

“Oooh whatcha gonna now? Whatcha gonna do when the rhythm comes kickin you?” as the spine tingling sounds of Dimestore Hood blares across the personal address system the SCW arena fills with as mixed reaction. Spilling out from behind the curtains Odette walks out to the centre of the stage, with a microphone in hand. Looking out into the crowd the Aussie flashes her trademark smile before signaling for her music to be cut from the airways. As the music dies down the cheers and boos take over as Odette starts to pace the top of the ramp, looking down at Misty who doesn’t seem amused.

Misty: Where is Ruby?

The Australian stops walking and looks directly down the ramp towards Misty before bringing the microphone up to her glossed lips.

Odette: Now is that the answer you really want to hear Misty?

Misty huffs underneath her breath.

Misty: I sent Ruby to come find you she would have succeeded… what have you done with her?

Looking into the camera with a cheeky look on her face Odette just shrugged her shoulders.

Odette: Me? I’ve done nothing to her… maybe the canine is enjoying her time off the leash? Did you ever think of that Misty?

The fans pick up with a slight cheer as Odette starts to make her way down the ramp.

Misty: Enough of the innocence Odette, have you come to your senses?

Odette: Firstly Misty, Shut the hell up… for weeks and weeks we have had to sit back and listen to you whine, complain and bitch. Every Climax Control you have marched down to this very ring week after week saying the same bullshit… screaming that we should listen to you, that we need to start taking you seriously… that you OWN this Bombshell division, that you OWN the ranks… that you’re the biggest, baddest Bombshell that Sin City Wrestling has to offer. You have told us that you’re the alpha on the block, the Queen, the ruler, the bitch we have to bow down to… and tonight I’m telling you straight to your face… you’re not. This false vice grip you pretend to possess over the Bombshell division needs to disappear Misty…

Adams: So what team is she on Simone?

Simone: Shut up I’m trying to listen.

Odette stops as the fans start to scream out with cheers as Misty brings the microphone up to her lips.

Misty: I’m the current Bombshell Champion Odette, how much more proof do you want that I’m the best damn Bombshell we have here?

Odette just giggles a little before bringing the microphone back up to her lips.

Odette: When are you going to get it through your thick skull Misty that it doesn’t matter that you’re currently walking around with that Championship draped over your shoulder? Now correct me if I’m wrong but weren’t you only just saying the other week that you don’t need a strap to show that you’re truly the best in this industry? Oh Misty, tell me how does it feel knowing that you back flip more times than a fish does out of water with your words? When will it sink in Misty that each week when you come out here barking your demands, that we’re all just sitting back watching… waiting for you to swallow them? The last high you were on you were claiming that you were going to win the J-Cup, but look how that turned out for you… just a whole lot of spit and not a whole lot of follow through… you know what that kind of reminds me of? The time you were certain that you were going to defeat me…

The fans cheer once more as Misty goes to speak but Odette cuts her off.

Odette: So if you’re the best Misty and I’ve beaten you “the best”… what does that make me?

Adams: OOOO a riddle, I love riddles…

Simone: Not now Jason…

Misty: Silence… Miss Ryder you’re testing my patience… this isn’t about who is the better competitor between us this is about you coming to your senses and choosing the right path…

Flicking a long lock of her brown hair out from her eyes Odette smirked.

Odette: You really have to ask that huh? You really thought that for a single second that I would even take your kind offer to join Team Erik seriously? Oh I knew you were delusional but this is way too much.

Simone: YES FINALLY SOME MOVEMENT FOR TEAM SCW

Adams: I could have called it, Gabriel is on team SCW

Simone: Yes but Gabriel and Odette are two very different people.

The fans start a strong “SCW” chant as Misty cuts Odette off.

Misty: That was a very big mistake Miss Ryder… I can promise you that.

Licking her lips the Aussie continued to slowly make her way towards the six sided ring.

Odette: And there you go again Misty making promises that your body physically can’t keep.

Misty: Is that so, Miss Ryder? I was practically at death's door just last summer after my match with Roxanne, yet here I stand before you today, better than ever. You say my body can't physically keep that promise? Would you like to test that theory?

Reaching the bottom of the runway Odette stops and looks out into the sea of fans that were egging the two bombshells on to get into a fight.

Odette: You amuse me Misty, really?

Stepping up the steel ring steps Odette, entered the ring through the ropes and walked directly over towards Misty.

Odette: You wanna go Misty, than let’s go…

Dropping the microphone down to the canvas both Bombshells took a step up towards each other. Now just inches away from each other they started to yell at each other. Then at the same time they both pushed each other away. Stepping back up instantly the cheers from the crowd quickly turned to boos. Pouring out from behind the Black curtain was Roxanne, Amanda, Laura, Amy, Necra and Joanne, Making a beeline to the ring the six Bombshells slide underneath the ropes circling Misty and Odette. Odette looked over her right shoulder and shook her head, then over her left letting out a slight laugh. Backing up away from Misty, Misty brought her microphone up to her lips.

Misty: And there we have it ladies and gentleman, your prized Bombshell is backing down to her Queen.

Reaping the Microphone out of Misty’s hand Odette was quick to scream into it.

Odette: Shut your hole for cocks Misty, yeah I’m talking about your mouth don’t look so surprised.

The circle of bombshells took a step in closer towards Odette she could feel Necra breathing down her neck. Misty continued to taunt Odette as she pushed her back into Necra. Stumbling forward Odette just shrugged Necra’s hands off of her.

Odette: Whoa, whoa, whoa… let me just.

Bending down Odette started to take off her shoes, one Louboutin at a time. As she now stood barefoot in the ring surrounded by the girls of team Erik, Odette hugged her Swarovski covered shoes tightly into her chest. Swinging her hand back Odette brought her shoe up aiming for Misty, but Misty ducked out of the way so it connected with the side of Joanne’s face. Without any more messing around the seven bombshells from team Erik jumped on top of Odette, pulling, scratching, kicking, punching and slapping the Australian Bombshell.

Adams: Someone needs to get out here and fast or Odette might not make it to Hostile Takeover.

Simone: This is horse shit…. This is so unfair, Seven on one…

Misty and Roxanne stood back barking out orders as Amy slapped Odette violently across the face. As Odette was pushed to the canvas Amy leapt down and ripped Odette’s NXT shirt off her body. Standing up the punk princess waved the material above her head in victory. The fans were drowning the arena in boos as Odette was seen holding her cheek. Her shoes had been broken and spread across the ring. Amanda and Laura both had a broken heel in their hands as they now both charged over towards the fallen Australian. Whipping the crystal encrusted pin points across the bare skin on Odette’s back, Amanda and Laura high fived each other as Odette’s screams could be heard. Necra and Joanne walked over and scooped the Team SCW bombshell up working together they started setting Odette up for a double power slam. As they lifted Odette into the air the booing from the crowd erupted into cheers. Running in from all sides of the arena Vixen, Jessie, Karina Koji, Faith, Roxi Johnson and Becky Ragdoll Jones all hit the ring.

Simone: Thank god.

Adams: Oh man, Mark Ward and Christian are going to be pissed.

Simone: Forget that… I think I just heard Gabriel punch a hole in a wall from here.

Team Erik didn’t hang around, Necra and Joanne dropped Odette to the canvas falling short of their planned attack.

Simone: Trust them to leave when things even out.

As the face Bombshells swarmed over towards Odette helping her up to her feet, Vixen and Jessie were hanging off the ropes beckoning for Team Erik to come back into the ring. Pushing Roxi, Becky and Faith off of her Odette stumbles over picking up one of the microphones that was on the canvas. Karina was trying to talk Odette out of whatever she was thinking but the Aussie wouldn’t listen. Bringing the microphone up to her lips she sighed almost disappointed into it.

Odette: Is that all you got?

Team Erik’s bombshells didn’t turn around as they just watched the screen, seeing Odette trying to scramble around the ring picking up her ruined shoes.

Odette: HEY HELLO I’M TALKING TO YOU!!… TAMPAX, MISTY AND THE REST OF YOU ANAL BEADS.

Catching her breath Becky tried to take the microphone away from the shaken up Odette. Vixen, Jessie, Karina, Roxi and Faith were all hanging off the ropes waiting for Team Erik to come back.

Odette: You’re all just a typical bunch of girls that back down from the real women of Sin City Wrestling… oh and surprise…. What? Did you think Karina and I were the only two siding with Mark and Christian? Tampax and Misty… you thought your team was unstoppable… well have a good look at ours… open your eyes and look at the women that will stop at nothing…. to put you back in your spot… and there is nothing you can do about it…

Stopping again Odette shook her head as Roxanne, Misty and the rest of team Erik finally turned back to look into the ring.

Odette: Look at you, you’re a bunch of cowards… what did the going get tough so the “tough” got going? Or were you finally taken out of your comfort zone? Did the fairness get too much to handle? Tampax why the hell are you even involved in this? Who the hell are you to come back into this? You spend more time in Erik’s mangina then you do helping your ‘precious’ sisters of the light… it’s pathetic… it just goes to show that old girls just don’t know when to back way. Misty you amuse me, you really do… you think I was going to let you walk all over this division? Did you think I would let you think for one second longer that you were the boss bitch in charge? And for the rest of you… who the hell are you?

The fans were standing screaming up and down on their feet while Team SCW stood tall in the ring.

Odette: Wow Roxanne and Misty you must be so proud to have acquired most of the bombshells for your little tea party… I can’t say I’m surprised… it’s much like your bedrooms right? I mean everyone gets an invite… Joanne you’re one of the newest Bombshells we have here… what on earth do you have to gain in rebelling against SCW? Amanda and Laura what the hell, did you think joining team Erik would stop the certainty of your losing streaks? Did you think that Erik could promise you the fountain of victory… oh Honeys Erik can shower you in something that’s golden, but it’s not the sweet taste of victory. Necra and Amy… I’m not even going to comment… for starters I thought that you might just be the two bombshells with brains on that team… I mean I thought you were my fan club… you know sisters of the light and all that shit?

Team Erik we’re screaming down replies not looking amused by Odette’s words.

Odette: Come Hostile Takeover, EVERY little attack you have made on us, every little attempt to take us down will be for nothing… come Hostile takeover… everything you were promised from Erik will be worth nothing. Vixen, Jessie, Roxi, Faith, Karina, Becky and I in one way or another are going to make each and every single one of you pay for your actions… mark my words…

Simone: Hostile Takeover is going to be one epic night that’s all I’m going to say right now.

Adams: So many bombshells…

Odette licked her lips and brought the microphone up to her lips.

Odette: Oh and Misty, you wanna know where your little bitch is? You wanna know where your precious Ruby is? Roll the fucking footage.

Misty turned around to look up on the big screen to see Melody Grace sitting there in front of the camera waving.

Melody: HIIIIIIIIIII Did you miss me?

The sound of thumping and yelling could be heard but it was muffled.

Melody: Hey Misty, you know when you kidnapped me and all… and you said you were just doing it to push my best friend Odette Ryder to her limits? … You do? Well this is something like that…

The camera panned out to see what Melody was sitting on, it was large animal crate with a sticker on it saying “Send to Africa, Wild Animal” Tapping the wooden box Melody giggled.

Melody: Say hello Rubykins you’re on TV…

Ruby could be heard banging around in the wooden box, trying to escape. Melody jumped off the box and stood beside it. The box was already loaded up in the back of the truck. The driver was already in the front seat ready to go. Leaning down to talk into one of the air holes Melody giggled.

Melody: Ruby remember when Misty told you to go get me McDonalds’ and when you came and took my order I asked for a Cheeseburger with no pickles… This is for getting me a Cheeseburger with pickles… Pickles eeeeewwww yuck.

Melody poked her tongue out of her mouth in disgust. Tapping the box Melody jumped down off the back of the truck, just as she was about to send it away a police siren could be heard in the back. Looking at the camera with wide eyes Melody squealed.

Melody: Oh shiz, it’s the fuzz…

Quickly waving off the truck Melody ran off out of the scene as the Truck’s motor could be heard coming to life. Melody could be heard screaming while running away waving her hands up in the air. Misty’s disciples could be seen pouring out of the building chasing the truck, waving it down trying to catch it before it drove off into the night. The scene fades of the screen as the fans are in a fit of laughter and cheers. The cameras then quickly heads backstage.




Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Making her way to the ring first, from Tampa, Florida, standing at 5 feet 7 inches, weighing in at 135 pound, representing Team Erik and accompanied by Amanda Cortez, she is… LAURA JACKSON!!!

”Misirlou” by Dick Dale plays over the PA system as Laura walks down to the ring with her hands held out for the fans. A few eager fans hold their hands out, but Laura instead laughs in their faces. Amanda comes out quickly behind her, joining her lover for a laugh as they hold hands down to the ring. Laura and Amanda get onto the ring apron and Laura holds the ropes open for Amanda. She follows in after and both ladies walk around the ring as Jasmine St. John watches them carefully.

Justin Decent: And her opponent, hailing from Houston, Texas, standing at 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 120 pounds, she is… THE ORIGINAL CYN!!!

”Original Sin” by Meatloaf plays over the speakers as the lovely redhead makes her way to the stage. She looks around, refusing to have anything to do with the fans. She holds her nose, shaking her head as she rushes down the ramp. She slides into the ring and looks at her opponent with a cocky smirk on her face.

DING! DING! DING!

Cyn scouts out the ring as Laura strategically follows Cyn, keeping her distance, but standing at the ready. She looks outside to Amanda and mumbles something. Amanda nods her head and does an “ok” symbol with her hand. Suddenly her face fills with shock and she begins screaming to Laura. As Laura turns around, Cyn catches her off guard with a Yakuza kick that drops her down to the ground.

Simone: Cyn is coming on strong right out of the gate.

Adams: She has got to keep it up in order to beat someone as sexy, I mean determined, as Laura Jackson.

Cyn brings Laura down with a quick snapmare, quickly following it up with a dropkick to her back. She grabs onto Laura’s hair and pulls her over to the corner where she slowly climbs, lifting her off of the mat as she goes. Laura screams as Cyn gets to the top rope. Cyn hooks her arm around Laura’s neck and gets ready to leap off, but Laura grabs onto her hair and slams her down hard on the mat.

Simone: A resourceful move by Laura, but it seems rather desperate to start off.

Adams: There is nothing wrong with a couple girls pulling hair now and then.

Laura takes a moment to stomp on a downed Cyn, wiping her hands clean of Cyn’s hair. She mounts Cyn and smacks her across the face several times with attitude as Amanda holds her feet down. Laura shouts trash talk at Cyn until the referee catches sight of Amanda. She walks over to the ropes and leans out, scolding Amanda who plays innocent. She backs up and nods her head, shouting at her to pay attention to the match. While she has her distracted, Laura wraps her hands around Cyn’s throat.

Simone: Typical Team Erik tactics here, using the numbers to gain an advantage

Adams: Call it what you will, Belinda, but it is effective nonetheless.

Just then, Cyn rolls back a little, stretching her legs around Laura’s neck, squeezing as she leans forward. Laura tries to stand up, taking Cyn with her. Cyn slides through Laura’s legs, and with a hand stand, she refuses to let go of the hold. Laura pries Cyn’s legs from her neck, and tosses her back. However, Cyn cartwheels forward and bounces off of the ropes, running at Laura with a bulldog that drops her to the ground.

Adams: I like the way Cyn Marlowe moves, like red lightening.

Simone: She has talent, and if it is applied properly, big things could be ahead of her. But she needs to focus on getting past the tough Laura Jackson first.

Amanda climbs onto the apron as the referee is checking on Laura, and she gives Cyn a good shove from the ropes, causing her to crash to the mat below. She leaps down and backs up from the ring acting innocent yet again. The crowd boos as Laura slowly gets up and walks over to Cyn. She smacks her across the back of the head, talking trash to her before getting her in a Camel Clutch hold. She doesn’t stop shouting at her the whole time. As Cyn gets her foot on the ropes, Amanda knocks it off before the referee sees it. Laura lets up to pull forward, but Cyn is quick to escape. Laura grabs her by the back of her hair, but Cyn turns around and kicks her in the gut for her troubles. She bounces off of the ropes, doing a handspring forward, wrapping her legs around Laura’s neck, and takes her down with a swift Headscissors.

Simone: Amazing agility by the newcomer, here.

Adams: I could think of a few instances where that agility and flexibility could come in handy… like gymnastics for one.

Cyn springs up to her feet and she plays to the audience a bit, feeding on their boos before she begins stalking Laura a bit. She bounces off of the ropes and times it just as Laura slowly gets up to a kneeling position. As she does, Cyn comes across with a Shining Wizard Kick that sends her back down to the ground. She drops down for the cover.

1!

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Amanda reaches in, trying to help Laura out, but she does it on her own with a kick out. Amanda claps her hands loudly, trying to rally support for Laura, while relishing in the fact that the audience isn’t behind her. She shouts words of encouragement to Laura as Cyn drags her up by her hair. Laura groans in pain as she comes up to her feet. She elbows Cyn in the stomach, and then she tosses her into the corner. As Cyn comes out, Laura Spears her back into it. She steps back, measuring Cyn up. She comes up with a hard clothesline, and then she reaches back, carefully hiding something in her hands. She wraps it around Cyn’s neck and pulls it tight, causing her to cough. Laura growls and screams insults at her as she chokes her.

Simone: Blatant cheating once again. Come on, Jasmine. Do your job.

Adams: She is. Don’t you see the black and white stripes?

Simone: No, Jason… I don’t. What an idiot…

Laura lets the tag rope fall to the side as the referee comes over to check on them. Laura wraps her hands around Cyn’s throat, and the referee shouts for her to break the hold. Laura gets a sadistic grin as she refuses to let go. The referee begins his count.

1!

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Laura lets go, showing her hands are off of Cyn’s neck. She immediately goes back to the hold, and the referee tries to pull her off, shouting an order at her. She sticks her tongue out at Jasmine and continues to choke, and she shouts her count at her once more.

1!

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Laura releases it again, and the referee warns her not to try it again. She puts her hand on her hip and motions like she needs to remember who she is talking to. She puts a hand in her face, and she slaps it away, getting in Laura’s face. She waves Jasmine off and turns to Cyn who tosses her back into the corner. She quickly climbs, and begins landing punches to Laura’s face. The fans count along with it.

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Simone: By comparison, the little princess, Cyn, is even getting a decent reaction from the crowd.

As she hits the final blow, she falls down with a monkey flip, tossing Laura up and over to the mat. The crowd goes wild for a brief moment as Cyn climbs to the top rope once more. She looks down to Amanda, seeing her climb to the apron once more, and this time, she catches her with a boot to the face. As Amanda flies backward, Cyn leaps backward with a Moonsault that connects. She looks over to Amanda trying to get back in the ring, and she immediately runs backward, only to have Amanda pull down the ropes, causing her to tumble to the outside. The referee comes to check on her and Amanda walks away innocently.

Adams: Isn’t Amanda just so cute, even when she is being a conniving bitch?

Simone: I don’t think cute is the right word. “Cheap hooker” is more like it…

As the referee goes to check on Laura, Amanda picks Cyn up by her hair, and swings her into the barricade. As she charges forward, Cyn thinks quick and does a drop toe hold that causes Amanda to crash chin first into the barricade. She tempts her forward, as she walks toward the ring. She listens and ducks down just in time for Laura to dive through the ropes, colliding with Amanda. Cyn laughs as the referee prepares a count.

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Laura stirs a bit and Cyn slides into the ring. She walks around waiting for her opponent to get back to her feet. As she does, Cyn steps back, inviting her back into the ring. She says something that really fires Laura up, and she charges into the ring. Cyn tells her to bring it on, and Laura charges at her. As she does, Cyn dodges a clothesline attempt, but Laura grabs onto her red locks tightly. She crashes down with a hard bulldog that sends Cyn crashing forward and onto the middle rope. Laura dashes to the other side of the ring, and through the ropes. As she does, she jumps up and nails a West Coast Pop that sends the crowd into a frenzy. She rolls back, and takes a breath before setting Cyn up for the Cider Driver. She hooks arms with Cyn, lifting her off of the mat with a groan. She lets her dangle upside down for a minute before dropping her right on her head!

Simone: Ohhh, she meant business with that one.

Adams: I would say this one is about over…

Laura hooks the leg and the referee drops down for the cover.

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Justin Decent: And your winner… LAURA JACKSON!!!

Simone: This match could have gone either way, but the experience of Laura Jackson helped her overpower Cyn Marlowe to get the victory here tonight.

Amanda slides into the ring and celebrates with Laura, giving her a kiss in the middle of the ring. Jasmine doesn’t look too pleased as she watches Amanda lift Laura’s arm in the air for the victory. Amanda looks down at Cyn and motions like she is crying before leaning down to laugh in her face. Jasmine stops her from going any further, ordering her out of HER ring. Amanda spits in Jasmine’s direction as Laura joins her on her journey to the back.




Duke Ata Tupoi is seen pulling up to the arena in a simple but elegant black limo. He gets out dressed in a tailored expensive suit, trailed by two security guards. He does not look at any of the fans gathered outside. Duke heads straight for the door. Pussy Willow is there to greet him when he walks inside. He takes one look at her and just shakes his head.

PW: Do you have time for any questions?

Duke: As long as you can keep up.

Duke keeps walking in the direction of Erik Staggs locker room.

PW: Why are you here tonight?

Duke: Are you really that stupid? I imagine its because I am going to hurt someone.

PW: Why did you side with Team Erik?

Duke: He asked.

PW: Do you have any comments on your match with Thatcher Rex?

Duke: Yeah....he should enjoy the last three weeks of his career.

PW: Will you be joining the SCW roster after this event...

Duke stops rights outside Erik's door and looks at Ms. Willow. He smirks.

Duke: It is not about what roster I am on. Have you not been paying attention. I have been hurting people all over this alliance. I am the future of this business and any night that SCW gets me to show up, they should consider themselves lucky. What you should be asking is can SCW stay on my roster of federations I am willing to give my time to.

Duke then opens the door and slams it behind him.




The scene opens up in the locker room of The Supremacy, which is currently a bit quieter than it is typically known to be. Currently inside are the group's cousins, Nick Jones and Big B. Big B is sitting on the couch playing SCW's Climax Control on Playstation 3, while Nick is doing something on his phone, what could safely be assumed to be tweeting. A few moments later, the door to the locker room opens and in walks another member of Supremacy, SCW Co-Owner Hot Stuff Mark Ward, who has a less than please look on his face. Nick looks up from his phone for just a moment to see who it is but is quick to return his attention to the phone upon seeing Mark. Nick talks to Mark while not even bothering to look at him.

Nick: Hey limey, what's up?

HS: Don't give me that "hey limey" crap.

Nick realizes Mark is clearly upset and so puts away his phone and gets up from his seat to look at his friend eye to eye.

Nick: What's up your ass?

HS: I would think you of all people should know I've got eyes and ears all around this damn place.

Nick: Yeah, what of it?

HS: Did you really think I wasn't going to find out?

Nick seems oblivious to what it is Mark is referring as there is a clear expression of confusion on his face.

Nick: Find out what?!?

HS: It's one thing if you can't be bothered backing up pretty much the only damn friend you've got in this company, but now I hear you've been seen backstage talking to Erik Staggs. What the hell is that all about?

Nick: You have got to be kidding me. More of this shit? Really Mark?!?

HS: So did it happen?

Nick: Yeah, so what if it did? I talked to the guy, big freakin' deal. He's the one who tracked me down.

HS: Yet you still talked to him. Let me guess, it was about him wanting you to join Team Erik, was it not?

Nick: Of course it was, what the hell else would he want to talk to me about?

HS: So you didn't expect me to have a problem with this?

Nick: No you stupid limey, because I told him the same thing I told your stupid ass: leave me the hell alone!

HS: Considering I'm not finding you back in SCW's medical area, I'm going to guess your conversation with him went a little nicer than yours have with me lately.

Nick: Whatever, I'm really sick and tired of this shit, alright? I don't need your crap every freakin' time I see you, just because you can't figure out how to take out these band of nobodies without me.

HS: Funny how that band of nobodies seemed to think you would fit right in, huh?

Nick: Oh, what a funny guy! Yet apparently of the two of you, you're the only one scared enough of the other side to be practically begging me to come to your rescue.

HS: That's what you think this is? Sorry that I can't take the time to stroke your ego for you the way you need it, but that's not it at all. My mistake that I thought a friend might actually have my back. You know what, I've got my important things to spend my time on.

Hot Stuff turns and storms off and just as he's getting to the door, Nick screams after him.

Nick: Yeah, after all, you don't want to forget to change your tampon!

Mark slams the door shut behind him as he walks out, leaving Nick standing behind in the middle of the room with his face red with anger. Nick goes to turn back around and noticed Big B has the game paused and is turned around on the couch, clearly having watched the whole situation unfold. Just the sight of his cousin watching him seems to annoy the already angered Nick.

Nick: What the hell do you want?!?

Big B: You guys are friends, you shouldn't fight like that.

Nick: Maybe if he would get off my damn case this wouldn't be such a problem.

Big B: You might be right, but he does have a point you know. You're his friend, I don't get why you don't just help him out.

Nick: Didn't we already go through this last week? I don't need you piling on with this nonsense again, alright?

Big B: I'm just saying...

Nick: Well don't "just say", because I really don't care what you have to say.

Big B: I just think that...

Nick: I'd suggest not thinking, that way you won't hurt yourself.

Before Big B can say anything further, Nick turns and heads towards the door, opening up and them slamming it shut behind him, leaving Big B all alone in the room. B seems a little taken back by the whole situation, but eventually shrugs it off as he turns his attention back to the SCW Climax Control video game.




A long black limo pulls up to the arena, and out climbs the Angels of the Fallen. Raynin and Gothika each have their titles slung over their shoulder, as they look around at the backstage area. The trio of women each pull out a bag from the trunk, chatting softly to each other as they start to walk towards their dressing room. They barely get twenty feet down the hallway when Argento pops out of no where, grabbing Gothika's arm.

Argento: Hey Gothika!! I thought we were going to be getting together for drinks either before or after the last show. What happened?

Gothika frowns and shakes her head.

Gothika: I don't know what you're talking about. Now let go of me.

She tries to pull her arm out of Argento's grip, but he holds fast.

Argento: Don't you remember? I called you early in the morning when we were in Chile... You said you'd meet me for drinks... But you never showed up, then you wouldn't answer your phone! What happened?

Gothika lifts her hand that he's gripping and frowns at him. She reaches out with her other hand and grabs Argento's wrist, and turns her hand slowly until it slips free of his grasp.

Gothika: What did you expect? You called me at eight thirty in the morning. I would have promised you a million dollars to get you off of the phone so I could go back to sleep.

Argento looks down at her wrist where he's grabbed her and jumps back a bit.

Argento: I'm sorry... I'm so so sorry... I just... i just want to spend some time with you is all. You make me feel things I haven't felt before... and I only get those feelings with I'm with you, and i don't want to let go of those feelings... Please, can we go somewhere and talk?

Argento reaches down to try and take her hand again, but Gothika puts her hand on his chest and pushes him back a bit, her eyes starting to glow that eerie ice blue color that they change to and she growls softly.

Gothika: Why?! Why are you so damned obsessed with me?!

As soon as she gets close, she inhales deeply as her fangs suddenly extend to their full length, and she trembles as she slowly exhales. Argento closes his eyes and shivers at the feel of her hand on his chest. She pulls back quickly, rubbing her hand as if she's just been shocked. Argento steps forward again, getting into her personal space bubble quickly.

Argento: I just don't know... I can't explain it. I... Um, I think you're so pretty... and pretty on the inside too... no... wait a minute... that just sounds to teenaged cheesey...

He shakes his head and runs his hand through his hair quickly.

Argento: Alright... Here it is... I think you're beautiful... you're gorgeous... From the moment you came back to the SCW, I've been wanting nothing more than to be with you, even if it's just for a few moments in time. I know you think you're a freak or a monster, but I think you're just so special. How can I not be obsessed with you... it's like you've put me under your spell.

Gothika stands there, breathing heavily as she looks Argento in the eye. When she speaks, her voice is almost gravely with emotion.

Gothika: I don't know... I think it's YOU who has worked a spell on Me! I have never wanted... to eat someone so badly! And I know how bad that sounds, but it's the truth.

Darknyss walks over and slaps Gothika sharply on her back and chuckles softly as the pair had completely forgotten that anyone else was around.

Darknyss: Look.. just go and talk to the guy. Raynin and I are gonna go and stop by the refreshment table cause I want a water.

Raynin peeks around Darknyss's arm and nods lots, looking almost like a meddling little sister, displaying a silly grin. She then slips around Darknyss and puts her hands on her hips, shaking them as she taunts Gothika playfully.

Raynin: Gothika and Argento, sitting in a tree... K-I-S-S-I.. OOFFFF!!

Raynin covers a spot on her stomach where Gothika has reached out with a backhand slap, stopping her mid taunt. Argento chuckles and shakes his head.

Argento: Sorry... Sorry for laughing, but that was just so funny! I haven't heard anyone singing that song since Lilli found out how I felt about you Gothika. You know... I meant every word I said. You're not a freak or a monster. you're just someone who's been through one hell of a life and who has an affliction she can't control. Yes, I get it. You're a vampire... a beautiful, amazing vampire who I can tell puts herself through hell for what she has ended up becoming... And a woman that I have fallen head over heels for. I would do anything or you... ANYTHING... Just to see you smile. So please, will you let me prove it to you? Just a little bit of your time is all I'm asking for.

Gothika takes a deep breath, then lets it go slowly and nods.

Gothika: Alright... we can go talk.

Argento yelps happily and literally starts to bounce around happily.

Argento: YES!!

Argento holds out his hand and grins like a little kid at her.

Argento: Thank you for this chance my dear.

Gothika almost reluctantly slips her hand into Argento's and bites her bottom lip gently.

Gothika: You thank me now... But when everything is said and done, remember this moment... That you wanted this... You chose this...

The couple start to walk off as Raynin and Darknyss continue on towards the refreshment table. They get about half way there, when a stagehand comes up to Darknyss and hands her an envelope. She opens the envelope and frowns as she looks at a note, confused. Raynin looks at her friend and puts a hand on her shoulder.

Raynin: Hey... What is it Lady?

Darknyss holds out the letter to her friend who frowns too. She looks from the letter to Darknyss and back down to the letter.

Raynin: Is this what I think it is?

Darknyss nods and takes a deep breath.

Darknyss: Yes... it looks like a letter from my boyfriend, Dark Tiger, asking me to go to the broom closet and meet him there.

Raynin grins and slaps Darknyss's shoulder.

Raynin: Darknyss and Dark Tiger, sitting in a tree... K-I-S-S-I... OOOFF!!

Darknyss backhands Raynin in the gut with a frown.

Darknyss: I don't think it's from him silly. He's not supposed to be here in Buenos Aires.

Raynin: But you don't know... He may have decided to try and surprise you... You should go.

Darknyss opens her mouth and Raynin shakes her head.

Raynin: Just go... What could it hurt? I mean, it's just down the hall right here. And I'm just gonna go to the refreshment table around the corner.

Darknyss takes a deep breath, then nods slowly and grins.

Darknyss: You're right, you're right. And I do miss him like crazy... But I can't help but worry cause something's just off with this note.

Raynin frowns a bit and lifts an eyebrow.

Raynin: Why? What's wrong with it?

Darknyss shrugs and looks at the note.

Darknyss: He didn't call me his Lotus Blossom.

Darknyss pats Raynin on the shoulder and walks towards the broom closet while Raynin continues walking towards the refreshment table. Darknyss opens the door to the broom closet, and it's all dark inside. She takes a few steps inside, calling out into the black room.

Darknyss: Hello?!! Anybody here?!!

Suddenly, she hears an evil feminine laugh behind her, and everything goes dark as the door is slammed shut behind her. Darknyss roars in anger and starts trying to get the door open, but finds it jammed. The shot goes to the outside of the door where we see a broom jammed in the handle of the door, holding it closed as Darknyss bangs on the door from the inside.




"The Duke" Ata Tupoi walks backstage. He does not have his guards with him, just walking on his own until he sees Mark Ward walking down the same hall. The big man grins, but Mark does not look pleased.

HS: I keep wondering how you keep getting into my shows seeing that I didn't ask you here.

Duke chuckles at that and looks Mark Ward over.

Duke: Don't take it personal man. Erik called me first.

HS: Does he pay you more than I did?

Duke: You know me Mark, the Duke title is not a nickname. It has never been about the money. Erik gave me the call. You know Mark all you ever saw me as was some hired goon...

HS: That's all you are Duke

Duke: Don't interrupt me man. I don't care who you are...listen I am the future of this business and Erik sees that. Listen I had fun kicking Casey Williams ass for you, just like I am going to have fun beating up your boy Rex. You know I keep hearing such good things about Thatcher Rex but after our match they are just going to be talking of the tragedy of a promising career cut short.

HS: You think you're great but my money is on Rex. Your not taking that belt from him.

Duke: I don't care about the belt. I am the Atlantic Champion...soon enough I will be the Zeus Champion as well. The only reason I want that belt is so that I can beat the life out of Rex with it.....look at you getting so pissed off Mark....this is not personal, this is just who I am.

Mark suddenly shifts from being very angry to smiling.

HS: Yeah well neither is this.

Thatcher Rex comes rushing at Duke from behind clubbing him over the head with a forearm smash that sends Duke stumbling forward. Rex grabs him and slams him into a nearby wall. The two start to exchange blows.

Duke slams his head into Thatcher and knees him in the gut. He shoves Rex off him and reaches for a nearby chair. He swings it at Rex who catches it and slams it back into Dukes head. Duke Ata Tupoi falls to the ground surprisingly quick.

Rex: Come on, you bitch, that all you got?

He turns to check on Mark Ward. He takes a step towards Mark with the chair still in hand.

Rex: You ok boss?

Duke is up quickly, faster than he should considering how passed out he looked a moment ago. Rex turns to face him and Duke superkicks Thatcher Rex through the chair. This time it is Rex who falls down hard and he is not getting up. Duke boots him hard in the gut.

Duke: Yeah...thanks boss.

Duke kicks Rex again.

Duke: See you in two weeks bitch!

Duke Ata Tupoi turns and walks away.




"Waking The Demon" by Bullet for My Valentine starts to play over the sound system as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Wrath, Rage, appears from behind the curtain. He stands at the entrance for a few moments before he raises his clenched fist above him, eliciting cheers from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring with a dark and furious look on his face. Once to the ring, he pulls himself up to the ring apron using the ropes, then steps over the top rope, entering the ring. He heads over to the opposite side of the ring, demanding a microphone, and snatches it away from Justin Decent as it is handed to him. Rage heads over to the center of the ring, fuming as everyone can almost see the steam pouring from his ears.

Rage: CUT MY DAMN MUSIC!

Adams: Uh oh...What is Rage so angry about?

Simone: Does he ever have a reason to be angry?

His music quickly dies down and the fans in attendance go silent as Rage paces around the ring, clenching the microphone in one hand, as he clenches his other hand into a fist. He stays quiet for a few moments, gathering his thoughts, but the tension given off by the Sin of Wrath is apparent the whole time. He finally raises the microphone to speak.

Rage: You know, there has been a lot of bullshit drama going on ever since Blaze of Glory II last month. Erik Staggs is running around backstage with his group of idiots...rebels...whatever the hell you want to call them, and he hasn't stopped trying to recruit people with his little speeches and promises.

A loud chorus of booing erupts as Rage mentions Erik Staggs.

Rage: Yeah, yeah, everyone hates him. I get that. But I also get some of the shit that he's been saying. I can see his side to all this shit, and can you honestly blame me?!

Even louder booing coming from the crowd, but Rage doesn't care.

Rage: I'm a former tag team champion. I'm a former SCW Heavyweight Champion. I ended Nick Jones' reign for Christ's sake, and what do I have to show for it right now?! Not a God damn thing! I lost to Spike Staggs at Blaze of Glory II and instead of being given another opportunity, I'm tossed aside like a worthless piece of trash! This shit happens to me all the time, and now I'm not the only one who sees it!

Not knowing what to make of Rage's current attitude, a mixed reaction of booing and cheering follows.

Rage: Now...that being said, that doesn't mean I'm siding with the guy. No, no, no. Because I have other things to take into consideration. Things that our bosses, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, are using to fight back against Erik Staggs. They're building their own force against Erik. Gabriel and Despy are on that very team supporting Mark and Christian, and everyone just assumed that when Synn went to Christian with their decision, that I was with them on it. Don't get me wrong, I support the others with whatever decision they make, but they don't make decisions for me, regardless of the fact that I'm a Sin just like they are.

Rage lowers the microphone for just a moment and runs his hand over his bald head. The expression on his face remains dark and brooding.

Rage: After the last two weeks, I guess that leaves me in a bit of a bind, wouldn't you say? I've been thrown into this war that I wanted no part of, so it looks like I'm forced to make a choice now. So here is what I want. I want both Mark Ward AND Erik Staggs to get their asses out to this ring right now, and I'll make my decision right here, right now.

The crowd goes wild as Rage makes his demand and turns to face the backstage entrance.

Rage: Come on guys. I haven't got all night!

Simone: Has Rage lost his mind?! He wants both Mark and Erik in the ring at the same time? This has disaster written all over it!

Adams: Or it's got ambush written all over it...

The lights dim down slightly as white strobes flash quickly above the stage. The opening buzzing to “Where Eagles Dare” by The Misfits plays. Once the bass starts up, the lights flash along to the beat of the music. Erik pushes his way through the curtains, wearing a Team Erik t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. He is carrying a clipboard in his hands as he grins sadistically out at the booing crowd. He walks down the entryway, soaking in the booing as if they power him. He pauses at the end of the ramp and looks out to both sides. He dashes up to the ring and leaps onto the apron before climbing inside. He looks around at the audience with his evil smirk before grabbing a microphone. He pauses in the center of the ring, waving his arms out at the sides, asking the fans to keep it coming. He looks over to his wrist watch and taps it, shrugging his shoulders as the booing finally dies down. He slowly paces back and forth as he looks at Rage with a big grin, and the two wait for Hot Stuff Mark Ward to join them.

Simone: I don't know what Erik is smiling about. Rage might not even choose his team!

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 pyros 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 glares down at the ring at Erik Staggs, then looks at Rage curiously before he slowly begins walking to the ring, as the crowd cheers him on. He finally gets to the ring and enters through the ropes, standing next to Rage, opposite Erik Staggs. Justin Decent brings both men microphones as Hot Stuff's music finally dies down, and Erik Staggs, of course, is the first to speak.

Erik: What an interesting situation we find ourselves in, gentleman. Rage, let me be the first to say that in the current mood we seem to find you in, you are bound to do some serious damage. And let me remind you just why you are in this current mood. That man standing next to you right there, along with Christian Underwood, are continuing to under utilize your talent and power. They are denying--

HS: Shut your damn mouth already, Staggs! I've had enough of this bollocks, and I'm not going to stand here and let you brainwash yet another one of MY superstars!

Erik grins as Hot Stuff interrupts him, and he lowers the microphone, allowing Hot Stuff a brief moment to speak his mind.

HS: How the hell is giving Rage the opportunity we KNOW he deserves, under utilizing him? He earned his shot at Spike Staggs before Blaze of Glory II when he beat Blade Alexander. Yeah, he might have lost, but we didn't stop booking him did we? No, we didn't. He's gone up against some of our best guys over the last few weeks...guys who are well on their way to challenging for the Heavyweight title in the future.

Erik laughs. Rage watches on, quietly for the moment, processing everything each man is saying.

Erik: Really? Goth, Derek Thorne and Brother Grimm are some of the best we have? I couldn't disagree more, Mark. If Goth was such a worthy talent, he would have challenged for the Heavyweight title by now, yet he hasn't has he? No, he hasn't. In fact, Rage beat him just last year to become the Number One contender, and Goth hasn't done much of anything since then! And Thorne and Grimm? Both rookies within this company. Granted Derek has been around just a bit longer than Grimm, but he is a rookie regardless. How is putting a seasoned veteran such as Rage against any of those men fair to him?

HS: Are you at all capable of telling the truth? All I hear coming from your mouth is constant lies. I find it hilarious that you think so highly of your band of traitors yet what have any of them accomplished other than being a bunch of complaining little shitheads?!

Erik is about to raise his microphone to respond, but Rage shakes his head and steps in between the two, clearly in an angrier mood than just a few minutes ago.

Rage: Both of you shut the hell up already! Damn!

Erik and Hot Stuff both turn their heads and look at Rage. He is growing more and more furious as he looks between the two, and his knuckles are turning white from gripping the microphone so tight.

Erik: Rage listen to me. Do you want to continue being thought of as a joke to these people?

Hot Stuff laughs.

HS: Join sides with this idiot and that's exactly what will happen.

Rage: SHUT UP!

Hot Stuff and Erik both lower their microphones, giving Rage his chance to speak.

Rage: I'm not a fucking joke! Do you both hear me?! I AM NOT A JOKE! I'm done with this bullshit! You want me to choose a side?! You want my decision?!

Both men nod. Rage tosses the microphone down and exchanges glares between both men for an awkward length of time before he suddenly grabs Erik by the throat as Mark watches on with a satisfied smile, and the crowd cheers!

Simone: Oh my God! He's chosen Team SCW!

Erik Staggs struggles to break free from Rage's grip, but Rage only tightens his hold as he looks at Erik with pure hate in his eyes. Mark laughs and claps, but then Rage turns his head and glares at him, and Mark's smile quickly fades. He shakes his head and pleads with Rage, but a wicked smile grows on Rage's face and he grabs Mark by his throat also, and the crowd is going crazy!

Adams: Care to retract that last statement, Belinda?

Simone: I think I have no other choice but to, Jason. I can't believe what we're seeing.

Rage turns moves his head back and forth as he tightly grips Mark's and Erik's necks for a few moments before he lifts both men off the mat and delivers a double chokeslam, leaving both Erik and Mark laying side by side on the mat, with Rage standing over them. He glares down at them, breathing heavily, but not showing remorse for his actions at all. He slowly reaches down and grabs his microphone, bringing it back to his lips as he has one last thing to say.

Rage: My decision...Is screw you both!

He throws the microphone down once again and he turns and exits the ring, receiving a mixed reaction from the crowd. Mark and Erik slowly begin to move inside the ring, as officials run down to check on the two men, and Rage disappears backstage.




Back in the NXT locker room, Ben is sitting by at the table, watching Mickey and Aleksei go at it shot for shot. He watches on intensely as the ginger Mickey wipes at his mouth, losing none of his stride as he and Aleksei go on. He pours another shot into Aleksei’s glass, before emptying it into his. He sets the bottle down at the edge of the table and nods in respect as he takes another shot. Aleksei smirks and takes one as well, and both men slam their glasses down at the same time.

Aleksei: Are you ready to give up yet, ginger?

Mickey: Not even close. How about ye? Yer looking rather pissed at the moment, geez…

Aleksei: I don’t feel a damned thing, Mickey.

Both men stare at each other through narrowed eyes. Ben looks a little astonished as he twists off the cap to another bottle. He pours the next round for Mickey and Aleksei, a bit surprised as he watches both men refusing to give an inch.

Ben: This is going to be one long night…

Mickey: Ye bet yer arse, bruv. Never lost a drinking contest to anybody, and I’m not about to start now.

Aleksei: Not so sure about that, man. You Irish are known for drinking well past your means, and I can see your eyes rolling back.

Mickey: We’ll see about that, mate…

Ben gets a big smirk on his face as he watched both men down the next shot. Ben pours another, all the way to the top for both men as we fade out.




In the arena filled with screaming fans there is a sudden dim in the lights as the opening to the song "SIC" by Slipknot begins to play. There was a reaction from the crowd at that very moment and mostly a positive one as they started to cheer a little bit. Once the song really got going both David Xavier Christensen & Johnny Sykes walked out on stage. That caused the crowd to cheer a little more.

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentlemen, making their way to the ring at this time. They hail from Pittsburgh, PA and weigh in at a combined weight of 435 pounds. I give to you David Xavier Christensen and Johnny Sykes... THE FORGOTTEN!

Simone: The newcomers have drawn a tough challenge in their first outing.

Adams: They’ve got to take on the former champs. I’d say you’re correct on that one!

DXC had this stern serious look on his face while Sykes grinned from ear to ear. Both of them started to make their way down the ramp and all along the way Sykes slapped hands with the fans while David led the charge. In a matter of seconds the two were at ringside while David leaped up onto the apron and Sykes slid right on into the ring. After DXC stepped into the ring the two of them made their way to the top turnbuckles. Both doing a signature pose of their own before jumping down. That's when their music started to die down and they made their way to the corner to wait for their opponents.

Justin Decent: And their opponents, they are the former SCW Tag Team Champions... Kain and Frost... they are BLOOD OMEN!

“Cowboys From Hell” begins to play over the sound system, a spotlight scans over the audience with the curtain pulled aside for Kain to step out with Ariel by his side. Kain lets out his traditional snarl towards the crowd with Ariel undoing his robe, Lucian Frost walks out and stands beside them, Ariel takes the robe off as Kain and Frost look towards each other, the two nod towards each other before they walk down the aisle. Kain and Ariel ignoring the crowd, Lucian slaps the hands of each individual fan on each side, Ariel and Kain stand at the ring steps, Kain turns to his girl and the two embrace each other in a deep, passionate kiss. Kain breaks it off and climbs up the steel steps. He places both hands on the top rope from the apron and jumps on it. A second later, Kain executes a forward-flip. As he lands into the ring, flaming pyro explodes from all four sides. After Lucian finished slapping the hands of the fans, he takes a short run and slides underneath the bottom rope, he then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stands on the middle rope looking out at the crowd. Kain climbs the adjacent turnbuckle and pumps his right fist in the air, acknowledging the crowd in his own way with the cameras flashing rapidly from the crowd, the two jump down into the ring and stand in their associated corner. Kain providing a cold icy stare whilst Frost cracks his knuckles as the music fades.

Simone: Kain has been on a path of a destruction lately.

Adams: He’s been ripping through everyone. The Forgotten will have to be on their A games tonight if they want to be successful in their debut.

Drew Patton calls for the bell, signaling the start of the match. DXC and Frost kick it off. They lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Frost takes the advantage and twists the arm of DXC. The newcomer quickly reverses with an arm wringer of his own. DXC puts the pressure on, and Frost reverses once again.

Simone: Frost and DXC are matching each other hold for hold.

Adams: Who’s arm will give out first though?

DXC grabs the top rope, and does a nifty flip into an armdrag to break out of Frost’s arm wringer. He does a quick roll, and tags in his partner.

Simone: Johnny Sykes into the match for the first time.

DXC and Sykes show off some impressive tag team wrestling as the two leap into the air, and deliver an impressive double enziguri to Frost. Sykes covers quickly.

1...
2...

Simone: Kickout by Frost!

Adams: He definitely got his bell rung!

Sykes pulls Frost to his feet, but Frost breaks free and delivers a dropkick that sends Sykes flying. Frost lunges, and tags in Kain.

Simone: Here comes Kain!

Adams: Here comes trouble!

Kain bum rushes Sykes, and kicks him firmly in the side of the head. Sykes crumbles to the mat from the force of the blow. Before Kain can follow up, DXC takes matters into his own hands and springboards off the top rope... drilling Kain with a single legged dropkick. DXC grabs Sykes and pulls him over to their corner. He tags himself into the match.

Simone: Smart thinking by DXC. He knew his partner was in trouble after that punt from Kain.

DXC nails Kain with a clothesline as he gets back to his feet. Kain is quick to his feet, but is met with another clothesline. DXC catches him with one more and follows through with a cover.

1...

Simone: Kickout by Kain!

Adams: Kain looks pissed!

Kain shoves DXC with force. He makes a frustrated tag to his partner Frost. Frost leaps to the top rope quickly. He plants DXC with a front dropkick.

Simone: Frost is turning the tables in Blood Omen’s favor!

As DXC gets back to his feet, Frost quickly sweeps the legs out from underneath him sending him on to the back of his head.

Kain: FROST!

Kain yells for the tag, and Frost obliges. Kain catches Sykes as soon as he gets to his feet with Malice.

Simone: KAIN HITS MALICE!

Kain with a quick tag. Lucian climbs the turnbuckle and leaps high in the air. He crashes down on top of Sykes with Ice Falls!!

Simone: Cold Malevolence!

Adams: Put a fork in ‘em they're done!

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

Simone: Blood Omen pulls out the victory here tonight on Climax Control!

Adams: The Forgotten definitely gave them a run for their money though.

Simone: That they did. They showed some impressive tag team wrestling here tonight. We’ll definitely be keeping an eye on David Xavier Christensen and Johnny Sykes. I see a very bright future here in Sin City Wrestling for these two young studs.




Opening up backstage we find the resident Sin City Wrestling nurse Zoey. Zoey is quickly trying to rummage a bunch of medical supplies together from the supply cupboard from the back, before turning swiftly on her heels she kicks the door shut with her right foot. As the door closes Zoey jumps back startled that standing behind the door was Entourage member Bernard "Big B" Jones. Hugging the supplies close to her chest Zoey took breath of fresh air and relief. Big B looked down at the tiny nurse with a goofy smile on his face.

Zoey: Bernard you scared the life out of me.

Big B quickly frowned, before opening his mouth to let his words fly out at a hundred miles per second.

Big B: QUICK, QUICK, QUICK... COME WITH ME, HE IS HURT!!!

Narrowing her eyes up towards Big B, Zoey gave him a questioning look.

Big B: MY COUSIN NICK, QUICKLY...

Zoey didn’t say anything at first, because well she couldn’t get two words in.

Big B: HURRY!!!!

Zoey: Okay Bernard you’re going to have to slow down, what happened to Nick?

Big B was almost cringing as his full name kept leaving Zoey’s mouth, but she didn’t know the cardinal rule. Taking a step closer to Big B, she rested her free hand on his arm looking up into his big eyes.

Zoey: More importantly are you okay? You look stressed out...

Big B just quickly broke a smile.

Big B: Oh I’m fine...

Quickly shaking his head Big B almost forgot why he was here in the first place. Grabbing the medical supplies out of Zoey’s hand he tucked them underneath his right arm, before grabbing onto her wrist gently. Taking off in a slight jog at first Big B was pulling Zoey, who was trying to keep up in her heels behind him.

Big B: Less chit chat... we have to go find Nick... it’s his hand... he hurt his hand!

Big B was almost out of breath as he was trying to run, tug Zoey behind him, carry medical supplies and talk all in the same moment. Zoey shook her head in disbelief.

Zoey: Again?

Big B stopped running and turned around to Zoey looking at her confused.

Big B: This has happened before? Why didn’t he tell me?

Zoey reached out and grabbed her supplies back off of Big B and smiled.

Zoey: Bernard are we talking about his tweeting injury? Or did Nick hurt himself again?

Big B: Ummmm...

Big B was looking around confused, until the sound of someone clearing their throat was heard from behind them startling them both. The two turn around to see standing right behind them, with an annoyed expression on his face and his arms crossed across his chest, B's own cousin, Nick Jones.

Nick: That was weeks ago you big doof. Thanks getting right on top of that though.

Nick rolls his eyes while the comment causes a bit of a pout to come across the face of Big B.

Zoey: I think it's cute that Bernard cares about you.

The expression on Nick's face quickly changes as he hears Zoey refer to Big B by "that name". Nick quickly leans right in and quietly whispers over to Zoey.

Nick: Oh man, you really should NOT have called him that. It doesn't go over so well.

Nick and Zoey then both look towards Big B, expecting one of his typical outbursts from being referred to by his given name. However, Big B seems to remain surprisingly calm as he looks towards Zoey and responds to her last comment.

Big B: Thanks! I'm just worried about my cuz is all.

Nick looks confused by Big B's reaction, and it seems to make him even more annoyed than he already was given the events that had taken place earlier in the night.

Nick: I don't know what the hell is going on with you, but I'm really not in the mood for it right now. Get the hell out of here.

Big B: But...

Nick: GO!!!

Big B: Ok... fine.

With that, Big B lowers his head and slowly walks off down the hall and out of the scene.

Zoey: What was that all about?

Nick: Sometimes I just can't stand being around that giant moron.

Zoey: Don't be like that. Besides, I can't imagine it's your cousin that really has you this upset. What's wrong?

Nick: I really don't feel like getting into this.

Zoey: Ok, I understand. But if you ever need...

Zoey doesn't even finish, as Nick is quick to change his tune and starts to rant in an a clearly annoyed tone about the events of the night.

Nick: I'm sick and tired of having to deal with all of this bullshit. Mark has been on my back for weeks about this stupid Team SCW verses Team Erik crap, now I've got Erik trying to recruit me and Mark getting his panties in a bunch about it, like it's my freakin' fault.

Zoey: Well maybe...

Nick keeps talking straight on through, seeming completely unaware that Zoey was attempting to chime in.

Nick: Not to mention that big idiot you were just talking to won't stop telling me why I should be helping out Mark. Add that onto Diana being up my ass for the past few weeks because of well...

Nick stops and looks toward Zoey, clearly acknowledging that she is what Diana has been giving him a hard time about.

Nick: Let's not even get into that. The point is, I am sick and freakin' tired of having to constantly take crap from everyone because of what THEY want me to do. I'm the one who got myself where I am on my damn own. I didn't need any of these chumps when I was beating everyone in this company as SCW Heavyweight Champion and I certainly don't need them now, telling me what to do. You know what I'm saying?

Zoey: Well...

Nick looks at Zoey and cuts her off once again.

Nick: Of course you don’t because you don’t even know what anything is like in the wrestling business. Answer this, how does one get hired as a nurse for a wrestling company when she knows nothing about the sport?

Sucking in her bottom lip Zoey is taken back by Nick’s words as he looks down towards her clearly angered and looking for answers.

Zoey: Well first of all Nick, let me say I’m sorry that you’re under all of this stress at the moment.

Nick: You’re sorry, is that meant to medically cure me?

Shaking her head Zoey looks down to the ground, while Nick looked a little taken back that he was now lashing out towards her.

Zoey: Nick if you would just hear me out...

Nick: I’m listening.

Zoey: Well stop interrupting me!

Nick: I’m not!

Rolling her eyes Zoey laughed as Nick folded his arms across his chest.

Zoey: Okay let’s try this again. I’m sorry that you’re under all this stress at the moment Nick. You clearly seem to be stuck between a rock and a hard place... I don’t have any answers or cures for any of your situations but what I can offer you is a set of ears to listen.

Nick: I just told you my problems.

Zoey: You did and well if you want my advice.

Nick gave her a look that said “not really” but Zoey just ignored it. Grabbing onto the handful of medical supplies she was trying to keep them all from slipping out of her fingers.

Zoey: You need to do what is best for you. You need to follow what’s in your heart.

Nick chuffed out a bit of a laugh as Zoey said his name and heart in the same sentence. She clearly didn’t know him that well at all.

Zoey: Have you tried talking to these people and telling them how you feel? I’m sure Mark didn’t mean to go off at you, from what you have just told me you’re not in the wrong.

Nick: Finally someone that freakin’ understands.

Zoey: As for Diana, I’m not going to pry because that’s your issue you need to sort out with her but if it has anything to do with me doing my job, than she is just going to have to get over it. Shouldn’t she be happy your hand is okay now?

Shaking her head Zoey sighed as she finally managed the handful of stuff to sit correctly without dropping a single bandage in the process. Looking back up at Nick her smile slowly faded as she could see that he was still pissed off.

Zoey: Hey, I’m more then sure you’ll sort this out... but I gotta be heading back to my station but if you want to talk some more you know where to find me, okay?

Flashing him a sincere smile Zoey doesn’t receive one back she just gets waved off by Nick.

Nick: Yeah, yeah.

Storming off out of the scene Nick doesn’t even say goodbye, shaking her head Zoey takes off in the other direction rounding a corner almost crashing into someone. The shot pans out to show the person in question is none other than Nick's girlfriend Diana, who has her hands on her hips as she stares a whole straight through Zoey.

Zoey: Oh, excuse me.

Zoey goes to step around Diana, but as she does, Diana steps right in front of her, cutting off her path.

Diana: Listen bitch...

These words clearly catch Zoey off guard as she seems to be taken back a little.

Diana: ... do you think I'm some sort of moron? I know what you're trying to pull her, but I'm not going to let some stupid whore get her filthy disgusting hands on my man. Got it?

Zoey: I think there's been a big misunderstanding, I'm just...

Diana: Save it, skank! Let's make something perfectly clear right here and now. I don't want you talking to or even looking at my Nicky, and I sure as hell do not want you touching him, are we clear?

Zoey: Diana, please try to understand, I'm simply SCW's nurse. I have to be able to treat all of the wrestler's and any injuries or ailments they have. There's nothing more to it than that.

Diana: Convenient story you have there, but my man seemed to do just fine for himself here in SCW long before you and your wide open legs came strolling into this company. And that means, he can do just fine with you now. This isn't open for discussion, I don't want you anywhere near him, and I find out you are, you are going to live to regret it. Conversation over, bitch!

Zoey goes to respond, but she barely gets her mouth open and cannot even get a word out before Diana shoves her aside and storms off. Zoey barely manages to catch everything she was carrying and not drop it onto the floor after being pushed aside. She takes a moment and takes a deep breath before heading back off to where she was initially going. As both women leave the scene, the camera then pans over to show that standing by the corner of the adjacent hallway where they were earlier, Nick Jones is standing and appears to have heard the entire exchange. The situation seems to have made Nick even more upset than he already was based on his expression. Nick then turns and flips over a nearby table before storming off as the scene cuts away.




The scene opens up backstage where Ms. Rocky Mountains is standing with the number one contender to the SCW Heavyweight Championship, Jordan Williams. Jordan is clad in an expensive custom made suit, diamond earrings and Gucci shades.

MRM: Jordan, the last time we saw you was last week on Climax Control, when your Supremacy teammate, Tom Dudely attacked you and aligned himself with Team Erik. You requested time to speak about this, plus your match with SCW Champion, Spike Staggs.

Jordan in his normal, boisterous tone: Before I get to Benedict Arnold, let me address the more important issue and that’s Spike Staggs! Hostile Takeover is just a short time away. The weeks, the days, the hours, the minutes, the seconds…they’re ticking away on your title reign Staggs! I know it, you know it, the whole world knows it. Its really simple Spike, I’m better than you….I want that title and I’m going to take it! You can concern yourself with this Rebels versus Loyalist deal, but I’m focused on beating you. When its all said and done, after Hostile Takeover, you’re looking at the next SCW Champion!!!

Jordan pauses for a brief moment and then continues.

Jordan starts doing a sarcastic slow clap: Tom, Tom, Tom. Congratulations, you joined a dead cause! I really don’t know what your problem is. I’ve come to a conclusion, you’re just stupid. Firsts you get fired, then you comeback and attack me and join Team Erik. You left Supremacy for Team Erik…what the hell kind of sense does that make!?!?!? You went from the penthouse to the outhouse! You were a made man in Supremacy…now you’re a marked man! You see, when I’m done with Spike at Hostile Takeover, you will pay for this treasonous act! But who am I kidding? You didn’t fit in. Supremacy is all about the best of the best and quite frankly, you were the weak link of the group. Now Supremacy has the only members that mattered to begin with: Myself, Nick and Hot Stuff. So, join the rebellion…have fun! Trust me when I say this, you didn’t become a martyr by joining Team Erik…you became a dead man!

The camera fades out as Jordan smirks at the camera and walks off.




The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see SCW’s Heavy Metal Bombshell Jessie Salco walking down the hallway; it’s obvious that she’s nervous about the possibility of being ambushed by the members of Team Erik as she quickens her pace.

Simone: Last week it was confirmed that Jessie will get her long awaited match against Amanda Cortez at Hostile Takeover.

Adams: Now if only she can avoid being attacked until then.

Jessie eventually locates Christian’s office and breathes a sigh of relief before knocking on the door. It was only after a few moments when the door opened and Jessie found herself looking up into the eyes of the co-owner of Sin City Wrestling, Christian himself. He looked tired, more so than the last time she had sought him out. All of this business fighting Erik Staggs for control of his own company was taking a toll.

Christian tilted his head to the side and a smile creased the corner of his lips, but that was as amiable as he seemed to get.

Christian: Jessie. I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that you're not here for directions to the nearest Starbucks.

He stepped back, allowing her a wide enough berth to step into the room.

Christian: Come in.

Jessie did so and after she was completely inside of the room, Christian shut the door behind her and with a sigh, walked back around her so that he could take a seat; not in his chair but on the edge of his desk so the two could speak directly.

Christian: What can I do for you? Can I assume this has something to do with Miss Cortez?

Jessie: Yeah it does, and for the record I’ve never been a fan of coffee in general, much less Starbucks.

Jessie responds getting some laughs out of the crowd.

Jessie: I’m glad you made the match between me and Amanda official but I have some concerns related to outside interference.

Christian nods getting the idea.

Christian: Ah I get it, you want me to ban the rest of Team Erik from ringside, I’m not sure if I can make them follow that rule but I’m sure I’ll think of something.

Jessie: Thanks Christian but that’s not all who I want you to ban from ringside, and this may sound a bit weird.

Christian: Jessie, I’m a co-owner of an independent wrestling company, I’m used to the weird!

Jessie: I also want you to ban the rest of Team SCW from ringside, including my brother.

That has caught Christian off guard as he was obviously not expecting that wish.

Christian: Okay, I didn’t see that coming, why do you want that?

Jessie: The last time I faced Amanda she won because of outside interference, I want to prove to myself and the world that I can beat Amanda cleanly and not give her more reasons to gloat.

Christian: I understand and I’ll have that stipulation added to the match, anything else?

Jessie: That’s everything, thanks Christian.

Christian: Anytime.

Christian holds the door open for Jessie as she leaves the room and the show cuts to commercial break.




“The Ruler and The Killer” by Kid Cudi starts to play and Karina steps out onto the ramp. She stands with a black hoody with “Pain is my Business” written on the back in purple. She drags her trusty bat with her and the fans give her a warm welcome. She breaks with tradition and waves a little to them before walking down to the ring.

Simone: Karina is not scheduled tonight but I guess she has something to tell us...

Adams: I wonder if she is going to let her imaginary friend do all the talking.

Karina rolls into the ring and ask for a microphone. She takes it and looks to be collecting her thoughts.

Karina: I don’t do this often so excuse me if I am not as good on microphone like my stupid brother. I told the world that I was going to try to be a hero...that is why I am here.

The fans applaud her and encourage her to keep going, she even manages a small smile before a distant though causes her stare to become suddenly intense.

Karina: So far being a hero has involved me loosing tag team matches and getting attacked by groups of cowardly girls. So far trying to be a hero is kind of made of suck. And I am thinking of how I can do better. I walked around this arena with this bat thinking it might just suit everyone if I bashed in the pretty little head of each and every Bitches of Light.

The fans cheer her on after hearing that and Karina looks at the bat with a smile that is far more sinister. She looks to her left and chuckles at some unheard joke.

Karina: But I don’t think that is what I am going to do. To be honest I grow tired of those sad little girls. Not a single one of them was willing to face me one on one. Not a single one of them have any amount of honor. Not a single one of them could beat me in the ring....so I say they are not worth my time. They are a cowardly lot, following after a man hoping he will give them a nice little present. They are not worth any more of my time.

No...there is someone else I am going to focus on. More importantly there is something I am going to focus on Something that was taken from me....and I want it back.

Some of the fans start to get excited, they understand where this is going. Karina flips up her hood and looks directly at the camera.

Karina: I want my title back. And I do mean my title...it has always been mine and I was very clear about such things. When I lost my belt to Vixen...well it was hard to admit but she was the better woman that night. She deserved the title and she has my respect....but ever since she has lost the belt it has been passed between from pretender to pretender. I am tired of the value of the roulette title being ruined so I am letting you all know that I am going to take it back. That is how I will be a hero.

The fans give her a decent response. But now she has zeroed in her focus. Her gaze does not leave the camera and her hands shakes just a little bit.

Karina: Now I know I am not the number one contender. I know this. I know at supershow Faith is going to defend against some sad excuse of a challenger...that is fine. But until I get my chance again I am going to start taking apart all those pretenders that dared to call themselves champions...and so who shall I fight first....I think its going to be the “shedevil”...yeah that will do. You hear me Joanne! DO YOU HEAR ME!

She gets a decent pop mostly because her intensity is infectious.

Karina: At Hostile Takeover I want you to meet me in this ring. I want to fight just you....not any of your “Team Erik” friends...no “sisters”....no “tattooed goddess”....just you and if the bosses want to make it a real show they will let me destroy you with Roulette Rules.

She stops shaking and nods her head, mumbling something to herself. She puts her hood back up and turns to leave. But she stops and says one more thing.

Karina: And Faith...you fight hard at Hostile Takeover. You keep that title and when this little war between the boss men is over we will have ourselves a match. We will show all these little girls just how real women go to war..ya? Good.

Karina drops the microphone and heads out of the ring. She is obviously freaking out a little bit and ignores the fans as she retreats.

Adams: Does this mean we have another match for Hostile Takeover?

Simone: We will have to see.




Around the corner, Raynin has stopped by the refreshment table and has picked up a bunch of grapes and a few cubes of cheese and is munching, humming softly to herself. She turns around to pick up a handful of nuts when someone taps her on the shoulder. Raynin turns around slowly and sees Faith standing behind her, holding a bottle of water in the one of her hands.

Faith: Hey, Raynin. You made a choice yet?

Raynin frowns at Faith and shrugs.

Raynin: I don't know... I can't decide between peanuts and cashews.

Faith shakes her head exasperatedly.

Faith: No, girl... I meant did you decide between Team Erik or Team SCW. Which way are you gonna go. If I was you, I would choose wisely.

Raynin grabs a hand of almonds and lifts an eyebrow at Faith.

Raynin: Just like my choice of nuts, my friends and I are doing our own thing.

Raynin pops a few nuts in her mouth and smirks as she chews slowly. Faith frowns and takes a sip of her water.

Faith: Wrong answer...

Faith suddenly smashes Raynin in the head with the bottle of water, knocking her to the ground. As she tries to get up, Faith pulls one of the plastic food trays covered with cups off of the table and starts to beat Raynin with it over and over again. She then leans over the battered Raynin and grabs her by the hair, lifting her up and yells in her face.

Faith: THE CORRECT ANSWER WAS... TEAM SCW, BITCH!!

Faith slams Raynin's head back down into the ground and keeps smashing Raynin with the plastic tray. Just then, we hear a crash coupled with a roar of anger. Faith looks up and sees Darknyss, Gothika and Argento come barreling down the hallway and takes off in the opposite direction as Darknyss comes up to where Raynin is sprawled on the ground. Darknyss helps her up and Raynin looks up at her friends, holding her head.

Raynin: I'm guessing it wasn't Dark Tiger.




We cut to backstage where Rage is in the locker room area, throwing his things in his duffel bag following his attack on both Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Erik Staggs that left everyone stunned. As he is throwing things around in the room, Synn walks up behind him, looking shocked and quite unhappy at the same time.

Synn: What the hell was that?

Rage turns his head and quickly glances at Synn, but he doesn't respond. Synn folds his arms, waiting for a response, but Rage just ignores him.

Synn: I understand that you don't want to be involved in this war, for lack of a better word, but do you think that attacking Erik and Mark was the best decision? What are you doing?

Rage tosses the rest of his stuff in his duffel bag and zips it closed, before he turns and looks at glares at Synn, tossing his duffel bag over his shoulder.

Rage: What does it look like I'm doing? I'm leaving. I don't have a match tonight. Gabe and Despy don't have a match tonight, so there is really no reason for me to stay.

Synn: If you want to leave, that is fine, but I think you should go talk to Mark before you do so.

The sound of someone clearing their throat comes from behind Synn, and Rage looks past him and rolls his eyes. Synn turns around to find Co-Owner, Christian Underwood, standing in the room with a very serious look on his face.

Christian: That won't be necessary, Synn. I'm afraid that if Rage were to attempt talking to Mark at the moment, the consequences would be far worse than what I am about to do.

Synn: And just what does that mean?

Christian looks past Synn, directly at Rage, and shakes his head with a sigh. Rage remains quiet, almost as if he knows what is coming.

Christian: I can't let what you did go unpunished, Rage. While I applaud your decision to chokeslam that little snake, Erik Staggs, the fact remains that you assaulted Mark, the co-owner of this company, and your boss. Not only that, but it was unprovoked.

Rage lets out a laugh and shakes his head, but he doesn't respond. Synn glares at him for a moment before turning back to Christian.

Synn: What if I went with Rage to speak to Mark? Surely there is something--

Christian begins shaking his head.

Christian: I've already spoken to Mark. Let's just say, Rage will be far better off with my decision than what Mark wanted. I'm sorry, Rage, but as of right now, you are suspended indefinitely.

Synn's eyes widen and he is about to protest the decision, but Rage steps in front of him, shaking his head.

Rage: Don't even bother, Synn. They want me gone? Fine. I was leaving anyway. Enjoy the rest of the tour, and tell the others I'll see them later.

Rage walks past Synn and Christian without another word, storming out of the locker room and ultimately leaving the building. Synn looks at Christian, still in a bit of shock.

Synn: Do I really need to ask what Mark's punishment would have been?

Christian looks at Synn and takes in a deep breath.

Christian: Naturally Mark wanted to fire him, but I talked him into letting me deal with it. Needless to say, Rage needs a break to deal with his problems, and until he does, he won't be allowed back into this company. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have other business to attend to.

Synn nods and Christian walks away. Synn looks around the room, and takes in a deep breath before he walks away.




We come back to the drinking contest well underway between Aleksei Koji and Mickey Carroll. Mickey is holding a cigarette between his fingers as he blows out a large cloud of smoke. Ben taps out another bottle, setting it next to two other empties off to the side. Mickey eyeballs Aleksei who leans down and tosses his back. Mickey follows suit. They slide their glasses back over to Ben who opens another and pours it into each of their glasses, looking a little more surprised right now.

Ben: Jesus, you two are going to put me in bankruptcy if I keep funding this thing…

Aleksei: You should have thought about that before hosting a drinking contest involving a Koji.

Mickey: He’s got a point, Benny boy. You have been out drinking with me before, so you should know better.

Ben: Yeah, but I didn’t realize how serious you took your pregame, mate. Holy fuck!

Ben shakes his head, looking a bit annoyed as he sees neither one is giving in a bit. Both men take down another shot, letting out that harsh sigh as they wait for Ben to pour another.




Justin: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Our first competitor is from Tampa, Florida. Standing at 5 foot 6 and weighs 132 pounds. She is 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. The crowd is on their feet giving her a huge positive reaction. 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.

Justin: And her opponent from Las Angeles, California. She stands 5 foot 3 and weighs in at 110 pounds. She is a former Tag Team Champion...AMANDA CORTEZ!!!!

The song "Feuer frei" by Rammstein is played and the revving of a Harley can be heard. slowly Amanda drives down to the ring, dressed in a really short and tattered jeans shorts, a belly free top and some really high heeled stripper sandals. The fans are booing at her, but it seems that she doesn't care what anybody thinks about her. As she reaches the ring, she shuts off her bike and slowly gets down from it. The fans are still booing, but Amanda only flips them the bird. Then she slides into the ring and kicks her shoes out of the ring. She jumps on the ropes in the corner, raises her arms in victory and yells some insults at the fans. Still both arms in the air, she makes the devil sign and then she jumps down from the ropes again.

Adams: Well that fans really don’t like Amanda but they gave Roxi a huge ovation.

Simone: Well Roxi uses a lot of moves inspired by Brazil...and we are in South America.

DING DING DING

Both women waste no time and quickly lock up. Amanda tries to whip Roxi into the ropes but Roxi reverses causing Cortez to be launched into the ropes. On the rebound Roxi hits Amanda with a hurricanruna. Cortez is up quick while Roxi is running for the ropes. Roxi leaps over Amanda and catches her in a yoshi tonic. She goes for the quick pin.

1...
2...quick kickout

Simone: Well Roxi had to know that wouldn’t work but impressive work early on.

Roxi trying to keep momentum by pulling Amanda up but Amanda kicks Roxi hard enough for her to let go. Amanda leaps up kicking Roxi again and then catching her with a spinning heel kick. Amanda starts stomping on Roxi while she is down. The referee pushes her back as the fans scream and jeer at her.

Adams: Whoa neither of these ladies are holding back, don’t they know to pace themselves.

Simone: This is not your morning run/walk....both these ladies have a whole lot to prove and both have a quick agile style.

Amanda waits for Roxi to get up and she runs at her bringing her back down with a crucifix head scissors. She runs for the ropes ready to do a springboard move. She jumps on the ropes but stops herself before leaping back. Jessie Salco is walking down the ramp, grinning at her.

Adams: It looks like someone else is joining the party. Oh man I love a good threesome.

Simone: What have I told you about the difference between private and public thoughts...

Adams: Yeah yeah, try to focus Salco is about to mess with this match.

Amanda has leapt off the ropes and is yelling for Jessie to leave. Roxi is up and kicks out Amanda’s leg causing her to fall to her knees. Roxi helps her up and sets her up for a reverse snap DDT. Jessie keeps making her way to the ring. Roxi bounces back up and is back over to Amanda hitting her with a standing moonsault. The fans are cheering her on.

Adams: Jessie Salco might have cost Amanda the match without lifting a finger...

Simone: Salco had nothing to do with that, Amanda Cortez allowed herself to get distracted.

Roxi is setting Amanda up for a powerbomb but Cortez rolls over Roxi and brings her down with a headsmasher. Cortez is now going for the crossface but Roxi is fighting hard, in the struggle Roxi gets the advantage and has Amanda rolled up. She is going for another pin.

1....
2...

Amanda kicks out again. Jessie Salco is now standing ringside, just watching the match.

Simone: Amanda needs to find her focus if she has any hope of winning this match.

Both women are getting up but Amanda is the first to act. She hits Roxi with a mule kick, and tries to follow that up with a super kick that Roxi rolls out of. Roxi tries to get some distance from Cortez but she is right behind her. She catches her in a swinging neckbreaker that she can’t get away from. Cortez is heading for the turnbuckle.

Adams: And Salco is headed to her direction.

Salco grabs at Cortez’s leg causing her to be distracted. She kicks at Salco who quickly steps away but its enough to have Roxi get to her feet. The referee warns Salco to stay out of the match. The two competitors stare each other down and Amanda hops off the turnbuckle. Roxi charges at her but Amanda uses the corner to her advantage and hits Roxi with a big kick. She then climbs to the middle turnbuckle waiting for Roxi to get up, hitting her with a flying spear.

Simone: Great move by Ms. Cortez and she is going for the pin.

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

Roxi just barely kicks out of that one and the crowds starts cheering on Roxi. Amanda gets up and kicks Roxi once for good measure. Amanda then grabs Roxi and whips her into the turnbuckle. She looks to be going for another spear but Roxi gets out of the way just in time.

Adams: Amanda hit that turnbuckle hard, she is hurting.

Roxi looking to capitalize gets Amanda into a cross arm breaker. They are close to the ropes but Roxi does get it locked in, Amanda is struggling to stay in this match. She gets a foot on the ropes. Jessie Salco shoves the foot off the rope.

Simone: Salco just interfered again!

The referee saw it and is calling for the match. Amanda Cortez wins by disqualification. The referee is explaining things to Roxi who looks pissed. She rolls out of the ring and shoves Salco. She holds her fist up to do more but turns away. She storms back up the ramp as Amanda celebrates.

Adams: And in an odd twist, Salco has helped her nemesis win this match. I love odd twist.

Jessie rushes into the ring and the two women start brawling. Amanda is stomping on Salco as she struggles to get to her feet. Salco is up hitting Amanda with a huge uppercut then bringing her down with a DDT. Amanda quickly rolls out of the ring holding her head. The two women glare at each other, Salco screaming for Cortez to get back in the ring.




The scene opens backstage where we Kevin and Amy looking around and peering around a corner at something. Unsure what they are looking at and planning, the camera swings around to see Faith facing away from them talking to someone as her newly won Roulette title sits on her shoulder.

Amy nods at Kevin, who then steps out from the corner and walks towards Faith and as he approaches her, he ‘accidentally bumps’ into her.

Kevin: Oh I am so sorry Faith, I didn’t see you there.

Kevin said in an unapologetic sarcastic tone as Faith turned and looked at Kevin with a glare.

Faith: What do you want?

Faith asked as she failed to see Amy sneak up behind her.

Kevin: I want to see your ass get kicked.

Kevin said with a smile as he took a step forward as if he was going to get into Faith face, but Faith took a step back and bumped into Amy.

Amy: Hey watch it.

Faith turns and comes face to face with Amy, Amy just cocks her head before shoving Faith into Kevin, who in turns grabs Faith as Amy takes a few step back and Kevin pushes Faith toward Amy, but Faith lands a forearm smash to Amy, who goes down to one knee.

Faith then turns and slaps Kevin around the face, but just as she goes to turn her attentions back to Amy, Amy tackles Faith to the ground, where Amy delivered several stiff punches to Faith’s face.

Amy gets to her feet, where she rips the Roulette title off Faith’s waist.

Amy: Pick her up.

Kevin grabs Faith by the hair and pulls her feet, as Amy wraps up the belt and charges at Faith, which successfully connects with Faith’s skull.

Kevin lets go of Faith’s limp body, as Amy lays the Roulette title over Faith’s body.

Amy: You are notice bitch.

Amy lies in a few extra boots before spitting on Faith’s body. Amy smirks as she backs away before giving Kevin a light kiss on the lips. They then quickly walk away as a couple of security guys rush to Faith’s aid.




The scene cuts to the backstage area, where we once again see Nick Jones, who is still clearly in a fair bad mood from his various earlier encounters throughout the show. After a moment, the sound of someone loudly and quite deliberately clearing their throat can be heard, grabbing Nick's attention. Nick quickly turns around only to see the familiar face of his former stablemate and recent Team Erik addition, Tom Dudely, standing behind him with a big smile on his face. Nick glares at Tom before quickly snapping at him in a very annoyed tone.

Nick: What the hell do YOU want?

Tom's smile disappears as puts his hands up innocently as he backs off a step.

Tom: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's with the hostility?

Nick: Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that you're a spineless little turd who turned his back on the guys who are the only reason anyone in SCW ever gave a crap about him to begin with.

Tom: Now hold on one damn minute there. I don't know what you're taking so personally, it's not like I did anything to you.

Nick: So are you trying to tell me this is some personal beef between you and Jordan? Because I think that's a crock of shit.

Tom: No, but what I am saying is that none of this means we automatically have to become mortal enemies. Perhaps you and I can continue to be on the same.

Nick: Oh really? How exactly do you think that would work?

Tom: It's simple really, you only need to see the light the same way I did.

Nick looks at Tom very suspiciously, but doesn't say a word as he simply stares at his former stablemate. Realizing he's getting no reaction from Nick, Tom makes his point even more clear.

Tom: What I'm saying is, I think you should follow me on over to Team Erik. It's for the best of us all, and I think you know that.

The displeased stare from Nick immediately turns back into the look of anger that has painted his face for much of the day.

Nick: You know what, the very last thing I need to be hearing now is more of this garbage. I've had enough of this nonsense today from people who are actually worth a damn, and I still told them where they could show it. So the last thing I need is to be hearing it from some backstabbing, no talent, coattail-riding, never-was.

Nick's comments are clearly starting to frustrate Tom a little, but he tries to keep his composure is he continues his attempts to recruit Nick.

Tom: Hey, don't take it out on me just because your so-called "friend" and that idiot cousin of yours are begging you to join what you and I both know is a completely lost cause. Maybe you need to learn something from Erik and be able to admit when members of your family, and in your case also your friends, are hopeless and not worth wasting your time on.

Nick: That's a solid piece of advice. I think I'll start with making sure I don't waste my time on hopeless people right now.

Before Tom can even get in another word, Nick shoves his way past him and goes to walk off, however before Nick can get too far, Tom grabs Nick by the arm in order to stop him. Nick turns back towards Tom, looking down at his grip around Nick's arm as a look of absolute rage fills Nick's eyes. Nick then gives that same look eye to eye with Tom, who is trying to speak once again, but is clearly starting to get angry himself.

Tom: Will you just listen for a damn second?!?

Nick apparently has no interest in listening as he chops at Tom's forearm, knocking his grip away from Nick's arm and then shoves him back. Tom stumbles back a bit as Nick goes to turn and walk away again. Tom moves in right after him, grabbing Nick by the shoulder and spinning around. However, as Nick is spun around, he comes right around with a right hand straight to the jaw of Tom! Tom reels back but as soon as he regains his balance, his eyes go wide with anger and he charges forward at Nick, tackling him right to the ground. The two men start to unleash of series of punches at each other, firing shot after shot into each other's heads and bodies as neither of the two men seem to be giving up even the slightest bit. After some time of this brawl goes on, suddenly a team of SCW security rushes onto the scene. They attempt to pry the two men apart, but are initially unsuccessful as both Tom and Nick fight their way through the security to continue to get at one another, but are eventually pulled apart as it takes three men each to pull back Nick and Tom. As they are pulled further and further apart, the two men try to fight through the security to get back at one another while screaming at each other.

Tom: You just made the biggest mistake of your career, you son of a bitch!

Nick: We'll see what happens when you don't get to jump someone from behind, you giant pussy!

The two screaming men are pulled further and further apart from one another by the SCW security teams before the scene eventually cuts away.




The lights go out, and a bass line starts to thump over the PA and we hear the opening guitar riffs of Dethklok's 'Black Fire Upon Us. On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues. The strains of the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the three flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen. They strike the same spot with a bright flash and three shadowy figures step out of the brightness.

Tonight We Ride On Clouds Of Fire
We're Damned By Gods Our DETHS Conspired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul

Fly With Us Tonight Fly With Us Tonight

The lights start to strobe to the beat of the music and we see the Angels of The Fallen standing on stage looking a little worse for wear. Gothika, Darknyss and Raynin stand on stage for a minute, then start walking down the ramp towards the stage, not doing their usual entrances, just climbing into the ring. Gothika has her grey trench coat on and it's buttoned up completely. Darknyss motions for a microphone and brings it to her lips, looking pissed.

Darknyss: Cut the music!!!!

The music stops abruptly and Darknyss waits for the crowd to calm down before she speaks again.

Darknyss: As you all know, the Angels of the Fallen had attempted to stay neutral in all of this craziness of Team SCW and Team Erik. We were completely divided in which way to go. However, we'd actually been leaning towards Team SCW.

The crowd gives a mixed reaction, half clapping, half booing. Darknyss holds up her hand to stop the sound.

Darknyss: However... Team Erik gave us a few things that Team SCW simply couldn't. Team Erik returned a stray Angel back to our family, which was something Team SCW didn't think of doing.

The crowd gives a mixed reaction, half clapping, half booing, and this time, Darknyss lets the crowd go. She brings the mic back to her lips.

Darknyss: But with me being locked in a broom closet, coupled with this totally unwarranted attack by Faith on Raynin, our choice was made clear.

Darknyss takes a step back, and Gothika takes a step forward and unbuttons her coat, pulling it open quickly to reveal a Team Erik T-shirt. She reaches inside of her pockets and tosses Team Erik shirts to Raynin and Darknyss who slips them on and Darknyss brings the mic back to her lips.

Darknyss: We choose family.

She drops the mic to the ground and the Angels of the Fallen all throw their fists in the air as their music hits again.




“Indestructible” by Disturbed starts to play throughout the arena. Tom Dudely walks out to the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos. Tom acknowledges the crowd with a sneer before starting down the ramp. He keeps his gaze on the ring, not giving the crowd the satisfaction of additional acknowledgement. Once at the ring, walks over to Justin Decent and yells at him to stand up. Once Justin does, Tom grabs his chair and folds it up before sliding it into the ring. Tom snaps the microphone out of Justin’s hand as well before hopping up onto the ring apron. He wipes his feet on the ring apron before climbing between the ropes. Tom unfolds the chair and sets it down in the middle of the ring.

Tom: I figured I’d make you feel more at home by having the white man sitting on his ass while you wetbacks get all worked up.

This elicits massive booing as Tom flops himself down into the chair. Tom looks out into the worked up crowd with a smile on his face.

Tom: Let’s be honest with each other. You don’t like me. I don’t like you. So let’s not pretend there’s any love lost here. Your booing affects me as much as your crabs affect you. You’re nothing more than an itch in my pants.

The booing is deafening in the Estadio Luna Park. Tom has to wait for it to die down before he can continue.

Tom: I have been hearing all week about how I turned my back on Supremacy last week. I’ve been hearing about how I’ve turned my back on Sin City Wrestling by aligning with Erik Staggs. On the surface, it may appear that way, but you really should hear the full story before passing judgment. I am not the one who turned their back on Supremacy; it was THEM who turned their backs on ME. It was them who pushed me into joining forces with Erik Staggs.

Tom pauses to regain his composure after starting to get himself worked up.

Tom: As you all saw, about three months ago I was unjustly suspended by the other Co-owner Christian Underwood when Laura Jackson got in the way of my attacking Max Burke and I accidentally hit her instead. I have already apologized to Ms. Jackson backstage and we’re ready to move on for the greater good of SCW. The problem is that the guy who was supposed to stand up for me, Mark Ward, took Christian’s side and I was left on the shelf for the last several months with nothing but Twitter to entertain me. What did I see on Twitter? I saw the other members of The Supremacy degrading my good name by referring to me as the guy who picks up the dry cleaning. They showed me no respect, and for that, I knew it was time for a change. Then, I saw the Erik Staggs swerve at Blaze of Glory and I knew that this was my chance to come back to SCW. I called up Mark and he put the thought into Christian’s head that I would be able to help them in this upcoming epic battle. I swore to Christian that I would be on my best behavior and he reinstated me. Man, what an idiot!

The crowd boos at the insult to their beloved Co-owner.

Tom: Within an hour of my return being announced, Erik Staggs and I had a business deal worked out that would allow him to use my talents to achieve his goals of taking over Sin City Wrestling. In return, I will receive the respect that I deserve, and nobody can stop me. Not Nick Jones. Not Jordan Williams. Not even “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward.

"Midnight/Tornado" blasts through the speakers and some cheers, as well as scattered boos echo through the crowd. Hot Stuff Mark Ward appears on the top of the ramp, holding a microphone, he looks down the ramp to the ring, a smirk on his face as the music fades out.

HS: I'm a bit like Bloody Mary, Tom. Call my name enough and a nightmare appears. How is my favorite coffee boy?

The crowd cheer as Tom raises the mic.

HS: Do yourself a favor son, and keep that mouth of yours shut, it's got you in enough trouble as it is, starting with when you said yes to the devil himself. Well you wanted my attention, and you now have it. I guess you had me suckered in too when I went to Christian, telling him I wanted you back in SCW to fight against Erik and against the crap that he's doing, but well, clearly, that wasn't good enough for you. Right? I guess you wanted to be the star, be the man who got chose for bigger things, you thought Team Erik was the right way to go?

Tom nods and smirks.

HS: That hair cut of yours must have given you brain freeze, because you're so far wrong, it's not even funny. You went from hanging with the big boys, to being a bitch in Kevin Carter's shadow, because lets be fair, Tom. Erik has had his tongue so far up Carter's arse from day one, he can still taste what Carter had for breakfast. You haven't been brought in to be the star, you've been brought in to fetch more peoples dry cleaning.

A look of anger crosses Tom's face.

HS: You were gonna be a star again Tom, and no matter what you believe, joining up with that fool, has taken that away from you. You used to be a credible star, now ya a coffee boy to my other coffee boy. It's a waste Tom, and now, your poor judgement, is gonna bite you on the arse. Do you really think Nick Jones would have left my side for yours? Nick is a lot of things, but he is a loyal son of a bitch. He don't wanna pick sides, that's fine, but as much as he is an arrogant, cocky yank, he would not turn on me, to join up with a group that Staggs has thrown together. Nick knows he's better than the lot of them, including you. Now being as you thought it was fun to try and attack Nick, I'm about to make your night, because in two weeks, at Hostile Takeover, one on one, you're gonna get another chance at Nick. Personally, I wouldn't wanna be you, because Nick is not a happy man Tom, Nick is looking to rip your lungs out right now, so if I was you, I'd run to your oh so glorious leader and ask him to protect you, cause come Hostile Takeover, you're gonna need all the protection you can get. You wanted to get noticed, congratulations, it worked, I hope you're ready to see the mistake you made.

Hot Stuff takes the mic away from his lips and looks at Tom firmly.

HS: Now get out of my ring, I'm sure you're late picking up Erik's clothes.

"Midnight/Tornado" blasts out of the speakers again as Hot Stuff drops the mic, leaving the stage area, while Tom looks up the ramp, an angry, determined look on his face.




Once again, we return to the NXT locker room where Ben looks like he is falling asleep while Mickey and Aleksei continue going shot for shot. They study each other closely as Ben snorts, waking himself up. He looks around, seeing they are still going at it and he pours them another round. He stretches as they take them up in their hands. Aleksei’s eyes close for just a second, but he forces them open again and Mickey lets out a loud “HA!” as he points across the table at Aleksei. Aleksei gets defensive as both men take down their drinks.

Aleksei: What? My eyes had to take a break from staring at your face. I’m starting to play connect the dots with your freckles in my mind.

Mickey: I am fine with accepting a victory over ye, mate. Just say the word.

Aleksei: Don’t count on that, Mickey. I have gone much longer than this with people twice your size.

Ben: Christ, you lot are already four bottles in. I think I see what Mickey is saying. Maybe we should go ahead and cut this off now?

Aleksei: The only way this is going to end is if Mickey here is ready to give up to me.

Mickey: Not bloody likely, mate. I’m in it to win it.

Ben pours them another shot, yawning loudly as both men begrudgingly toast in the middle before pouring them down the hatch.




Backstage, Giani Di Luca is seen walking through the halls whistling a happy tune. He is holding a piece of paper rolled up in his hands. He peels off his cross-studded sunglasses and tucks them on the outside of his shirt as he continues on. He rounds the corner, nearly bumping into “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward along the way. He lets out his signature laugh before patting Mark on the shoulder.

Giani: Hey, guess I better be watchin’ where I’m goin’ huh? Sorry about that bossman.

HS: Quite alright, mate. How about me move along to my office so we can have that chat.

Hot Stuff smiles at Giani, but the devious tone lets us know his intentions aren’t completely noble. Giani looks back with his suave smile and nods his head. He pauses for a moment, looking around nervously to make sure he isn’t seen.

Giani: Yeah, yeah sure. I wanna make sure Erik knows I’m havin’ this talk. I’m done bein’ disrespected in this company.

HS: For good reason. I gotta ask you something. Why did you come to me instead of Christian?

Giani: After what that douchebag did to me in the ring a few weeks ago, I got the right mind to knock his ass all over his office.

HS: Careful what you wish for, mate. Something tells me he would like that quite a bit.

Hot Stuff smiles, slapping Giani on the back. Giani takes a second to think about it, making Hot Stuff laugh a little harder. Giani finally gets it and lets out a disgusted groan as his face scrunches up. He pauses to make sure that’s what Mark meant, and when it is confirmed with a nod, Giani shudders. They continue walking and talking.

Giani: Gross, dawg. I… I don’t get down like that. It ain’t my style, bro.

HS: So what made you decide to meet with me? I understand that you are embarrassed by Erik, but wasn’t you embarrassed from the start?

Giani: I already told you. I came to SCW cause I wanted to be respected for my skills. I wanted to show that I ain’t just some kid from Jersey who fist pumps and kisses the fans asses. Since I been here, I ain’t done that, and I can’t do that with Erik and his sorry ass. I gotta look out for myself. I never said I was a saint.

They come along to the door of Mark’s office, and Mark puts his hand on the doorknob. Giani looks across the hall and then back at Mark with a smirk. He pats Mark on the shoulder again.

HS: You would look like the biggest joke when we taken them down. I think you know it, and it’s a shame none of the others realize it. Come on inside and we can talk over the little stuff, the details and such.

Giani: Sure thing, bro. Want me to go in your office and make sure there ain’t no funny business? Erik’s smart enough to do that you know.

HS: I doubt he is, but I got people looking out for my office and…

Hot Stuff gets an annoyed look on his face as someone comes running down the hall, screaming “WAAAAAAAAAAIT!” Giani rolls his eyes and shakes his head in disgust. James Huntington-Hawkes III skids to a stop in front of the two. He looks as if he is in a panic.

JHHIII: Giani, don’t do it. Don’t meet with this gross, new money limey. He is just going to fill your head with lies about us. It is okay to lose someti…

Giani abruptly puts a hand up in James’ face, cutting him off short. He straightens up, looking shocked at Giani and his forcefulness. He takes a step back, looking a little angry now as he is ready to protest.

Giani: No it ain’t! Losing is not an option if we wanna get taken serious. If you was smart, you would come in here with me cause Erik is goin’ down and he is takin’ everyone with him. He’s so fully of himself.

JHHIII: You’re wrong, Giani. I thought you were smart.

HS: I’m afraid he’s right, pipsqueak. Who do you think is gonna have the most power? Two owners, or some glorified coffee boy? Come to the money.

Mark opens the door and flips on the light, putting his hand inside as a sign for them to move along inside. James shakes his head, folding his arms over his chest in protest. Giani yanks him along inside. Mark comes inside and closes the door gently behind him with a devious smile on his face.

HS: If you look at the statistics, the only real edge Erik has right now is in the Bombshell Division, but that won’t be for much longer. We have Spike Staggs, and many other top guys. Coming along to our side would be beneficial for…

As Hot Stuff walks over to his desk to spin his chair around, he is surprised at what he finds. As it turns, we slowly see Erik Staggs sitting in the chair with a glass of bourbon in one hand, and a fine cigar in the other. Mark looks shocked when Giani and James quickly lock the door and push in on it.

HS: What the hell is this?

Erik: I call it… evening the score, Mark…

With that, Erik throws a lightening fast jab to the side of Mark’s face, at least it seems that way for his age. He hits another and another before attempting to slam the glass against the side of Mark’s head. It slips out, and misses Hot Stuff, and Erik receives a knee to the gut. Mark moves backward a few feet, getting his foot ready for the Red Hot. Once he sees his mark, he kicks up, but Erik side steps it. He spits some of the bourbon in Hot Stuff’s face as Giani and James cheer him on, laughing at his misfortune. Erik takes a few steps back of his own, mimicking Mark with his own version of the Red Hot in return. Erik adjusts his suit jacket and sighs with satisfaction. Giani and James let off of the door, unlocking it and opening it for Erik who strides along like nothing happened. James and Giani lay in a couple more kicks, taunting Hot Stuff before following in Erik’s footsteps, laughing it off.




The cameras go backstage to find Melody charging down the hallway still running away from the “Police” that aren’t even following her. Running around a corner Melody looks to her left and sees a nameplate on a locker room door that reads “The Sins.” Without even really knocking Melody slaps her open hand against the wooden door and opens it uninvited, stumbling into the room she shuts the door behind her and rests her back up against it. Looking around the room her eyes fall on to Synn, Gabriel, Angel, and Odette. Gabriel and Odette jump out of their places and Odette runs over towards Melody, Mel does the same running into Odette’s open arms for a monstrous hug. As Melody's hands slap onto Odette's back she closes her eyes still in pain from earlier.

Odette: Never leave me again…

Melody: Never, ever, ever…

As the two females shared an overly long hug they pulled apart only to hug again, jumping up and down squealing in delight, Odette was acting on pure adrenaline. Melody turned around and drove into Gabriel’s arms to give him a hug, as Gabriel and Synn shared a look. Letting go of Gabriel Melody skipped over to Synn and quickly gave him a fast hug before snapping her arms back waiting for Synn to say something she closed her eyes.

Synn: I think you missed someone.

Opening her eyes she looked up at Synn who was pointing in the direction of Angel with his tilted head.

Melody: Where’s Despy?

Her little hazel eyes beaming with excitement as she said Despy’s name didn’t go unnoticed by Synn.

Synn: He’ll be back soon.

No sooner as those words left his lips Despy came in through the locker room door with a handful of cotton candy and other assorted snacks. Shane was standing behind him, resting up on the door frame he seemed exhausted.

Gabriel: What took you so long?

Shane just shook his head as if to say “don't ask” Melody’s eyes fell on Despy and without thinking she darted across the room, scooping Angel up on the way for a group hug. Despy wasn’t sure what was happening at first but he looked down to see Melody backing away from their one way hug.

Despayre: MELODY!!!!!

Despy looked at his father Synn, then over towards Odette with a smile on his face. Out stretching his arms he looked as if he was going to offer Melody a hug but instead the following words came out.

Despayre: Want some Cotton Candy?

Taking up on the sugary treat that was being offered the two started off in their own conversation leaving the rest of the locker room watching on with a mixture of emotions. Gabriel had draped his arm over Odette’s shoulder, pulling her into him as close as possible. Synn made his way over towards the other side of the Australian smirking down towards her.

Synn: Joshua will be most impressed when he finds out what you had to go through to get Miss Grace back.

Looking up at Synn the Aussie narrowed her eyes, before ducking her head down.

Odette: I would rather keep that between us, he doesn’t need to know.

Without warning the young Aussie left the room after giving Gabriel a small kiss on the cheek. Synn and Gabriel just stood there not saying anything, they both just shrugged their shoulders.

Gabriel: She doesn’t want Despy thinking that she did this to clear our names...

Arching his right eyebrow Synn looked down at Gabriel and then over towards his Son and Melody Grace playing on the floor as the scene faded to black.




Goth can be seen standing in the backstage area with his woman as SCW reporter Pussy Willow is awaiting her opportunity to talk to him.

PW: Goth, we are just moments away from your championship match against The Spectre. How do you feel your chances are when it comes down to obtaining the championship gold?

Goth: My chances? They are always fifty percent one way or the other, there’s never anything in between. I intend to show the champion how SCW’s finest works inside and outside the ring. No time for him to take a breather and no time for him to wonder whether he deserves the ass kicking that he is going to get

PW: Strong words as always Goth, what kind of impact will Sapphira play in this match? As Spectre is someone that you don’t want to get his hands on her

Sapphira grabs the microphone and grins.

Sapphira: He shouldn’t have to worry about me, he better worry about the new TV champion… Let’s go honey

With that the two of the leave Willow behind as we go back to another interview.

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The Spectre is backstage in some dark room, with only a small white light shining up from somewhere underneath him upon his face and casting strange shadows on his face. Only Spectre;s face and dark purple hair can be seen.

Spectre: Well, I should have known that the courteousness would not last forever, even in a place like SCW. SCW is supposed to be a highly regarded place, a place where some of the world’s best talent convene together, and put on some of the greatest matches ever seen. As soon as I had been booked to defend my NWA TV Title in SCW, I was notified by one of the suits with surprisingly the utmost professionalism and courteousness. I was invited to visit SCW headquarters, even get acquainted with the talent in SCW. While a very gracious offer, busy schedules and travel would not allow enough time for such a thing to take place. But in all that time, not ONE person in SCW contacted ME, or wanted to speak to me- except ONE! And of all people it was the person I face tonight- Goth! I understand this is a business, and loyalties are great and noble thing. Hell, I am loyal to BACW, and don’t like outsiders coming into BACW’s walls to cause mischief. So I understand those within SCW refusing to speak to me. Trust me, the feeling is MUTUAL!! But make no mistake, SCW! Make no mistake, Goth! I am NOT here to cause mischief. I am make promises! I am here to promise that after tonight, Goth, and the ENTIRE SCW will be put on notice, that there is a Purple Haired Freak out there, in NWA land, under the BACW banner, who is not only one of the best at his craft, but also one of the most sinister, twisted and sick freaks, that you will either love to HATE… or hate to admit you LOVE!!! After tonight, you will see why I AM the NWA Television Champion!! And after tonight’s “dress rehearsal”, the suits better save my match, study it, ponder over it, and carefully consider their options! For who knows what may happen and where those dark roads will take us? And as for YOU, Goth? Courteous or not! I WILL fuck you up tonight… GUARANTEED!!

Suddenly a strange sound, something like a whimpering, laughing, or yipping can be heard somewhere in the darkness. Spectre turns his head to the side off screen, and smiles.

Spectre: It won’t be long now, Johnny. Our time is near.

Spectre turns back to the camera with a sick grin on his face.

Spectre: Think you can defeat me??? Hehehehehehehe… IN YOUR DREAMS!!!

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The camera returns to the ring where the new SCW official, Jacob Summers, is standing alongside ring announcer, Justin Decent.

Simone: He looks nervous.

Adams: He should. That outfit of his has very little support.

Simone: I was talking about Jacob ... you twit.

Adams: Ohh! Well, yeah. He would be nervous, wouldn't he? His first refereeing assignment and it's for a world title?

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the NWA World Television Championship!

The crowd cheers enthusiastically!

The arena goes black as we hear Gregorian like monk chants when suddenly it is followed by a drum riff. Guitars follow it up when the voice of Gothminister can be heard as he starts to sing the song “Darkside”. Causing smoke to emerge.

Justin: Introducing first, the challenger! To be accompanied to the ring by Sapphira! Originally hailing from Utrecht in the Netherlands, but he now resides in New York, New York, weighing 239 pounds ... Goth!

Explosions can be seen when Gothminister starts to sing

Sign your name,
I'll tell my dreams in return.

As that happens we see a cross emerge on the SCW Tron with Goth’s name written underneath it. Just at that moment, Goth walks out to the arena to the mixed reaction from the fans. We can see clips emerge from Goth in prior matches as he stares at the arena with his Gothic robe on. He is soon accompanied by his companion the lovely Sapphira as they head to the ring.

Just prior to enter the ring it is Goth that spreads his arms, granting his lovely woman the chance to open his robe and allow him to exit from it as she hands the robe to a staff member at ringside. He opens the ropes for his woman as she gets in the ring, she does the same for him as the two go into an intimate embrace as Goth kisses her before dropping her backwards, holding on to her back as they grant the fans a look of her female looks. He then lifts her back to her feet and then awaits the arrival of his opponent as he gets down on his knees and stares at the entrance way.

Adams: He looks determined!

Simone: And why not? He's fought long and hard to get this opportunity at an NWA world title.

The lights go out and an eerie purple glow fills the arena. “Memphisto” by Depeche Mode begins to play.

The largely SCW crowd actually begins to cheer at the sound of the music, recognizing it belongs to NWA’s current Television Champion, The Spectre. Spectre steps from behind the curtain, along with his pet hyena JOHNNY, who is on a large leash and chain being held by Spectre. Spectre is wearing black pants and a dark purple tanktop. He wears a full length black jacket to the ring, a metal chain for a belt, black boots, and purple fingerless gloves. And of course, is Spectre’s signature purple hair. He begins to make his way down to the ring.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen!!! Please welcome, your current NWA Television Champion. He currently wrestles in Bad Ass Championship Wrestling, and is the former 9-time BACW Heavyweight Champion!!! Coming down the aisle with his pet hyena Johnny, weighing in at 299 pounds, from the Deepest Corners of Your Mind….THE SPECTRE!!!!!!!

Adams: A hyena?!? Seriously?!? Since when are hyenas allowed to be domesticated?

Simone: And there is the NWA TV Champion. Spectre won that title back in January, but could have a tall task ahead of him, by the very dangerous Goth.

Adams: I don’t know about you, Belinda, but having a hyena at ringside is not something I am contracted to do. That is a wild, rabid animal, and might bite!

Simone: I don’t think Spectre would be allowed to have that animal at ringside if it has rabies.

Adams: You sure?

Simone: Of course I’m sure.

About that time, Spectre makes his way over to the announcer’s table prepared to chain Johnny to it. Jason Adams has a concerned look of worry on his face.

Adams: Hey, Spectre. Your dog doesn’t bite, does he?

Spectre, angered by Adams calling Johnny a dog, leans into Adams.

Spectre: Johnny is a hyena you twit!!

Spectre rolls into the ring, eyeing Adams down with an evil and frightening stare.

Adams: But, still, he doesn’t bite, does he?

Spectre:

Adams: DOES HE?!?

Spectre:

Adams: I swear I don’t think I have ever been more uncomfortable about having a wild animal at my feet!

Spectre turns away from Adams, and walks to the center of the ring, holding the NWA Television Title high over his head when Goth slams right into him with a spear that takes him down and both men tumble beneath the bottom rope and to the ringside floor! Jacob has little choice but to call for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Adams: Wow! He just took it right to the Spectre!

Simone: Goth's being the aggressor here, no question about it!

Goth grabs the fallen Spectre and drags him up to his feet and slams his forehead into the ring apron, then grabs him by the arm and sends him running into the steel barricade, separating the wrestlers from the fans.

Simone: Spectre has a pretty good size advantage over Goth but the SCW superstar isn't letting that stop him from going on the attack!

Goth takes the Spectre by the arm and goes to send him into the barricade again, but this time the Spectre reverses the attempt and sends Goth in instead! Goth staggers forward and the bigger Spectre nearly decapitates Goth with a clothesline on the ringside floor! The Spectre takes a handful of Goth's hair and drags him to his feet and then slides him back inside of the ring and follows.

Adams: You'd think the champion would be okay by winning this by count out. he'd retain.

Simone: That may be so but I have a hunch that the Spectre wants to win this in the ring to show the SCW why he's from BACW and the champion.

Both men get to their feet and immediately begin in an exchange of open handed chops to the other's bare chest, leaving deep, stinging red welts on their flesh. The Spectre switches tactics and doubles Goth over with a kick to the mid-section, then Irish whips him into the ropes and sets up for a Flapjack style maneuver but Goth shifts his weight, causing the Spectre to crash down onto his back with his own weight landing right on top of his opponent's chest! Goth rolls off and the Spectre begins to sit up where Goth delivers a swift kick to the champion's kidneys, sending a stabbing jolt of pain up his back. Goth then cups his hands around the champion's chin with his knee buried deep in the middle of his back.

Simone: Credit where it's due. Goth is wild and unpredictable but he is doing the smart thing by attempting to wear the bigger man down on the mat.

The Spectre puts up a struggle to escape this hold and forces his way to a vertical base, but before he can successfully begin to fight back, Goth switches tactics and reaches around and digs his fingers into the champion's eyes and rakes them, temporarily blinding the larger man.

Adams: Now there's the Goth we all know!

The Spectre staggers around, holding his eyes and Jacob warns Goth about the rule infraction but the challenger ignores the official and he follows in, driving a knee into the small of Spectre's back, knocking him chest-first into the corner. Goth then grabs him by the head and forces his throat over the top rope and he begins to choke him unmercifully as the official starts his count.

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

And ultimately, Goth breaks it and smiles back toward the new referee.

Adams: Looks like this new kid knows what he's doing as an official.

Simone: I hope so because I'd hate to think the bosses botched this world championship match with a newb!

Confident, Goth grabs his opponent and goes for an Irish whip into the far side ropes but the Spectre counters at the last moment and sends Goth in instead. Goth comes off in a rebound and right into the waiting arms of the champion for a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker right across his knee!

Simone: Nice counter!

The Spectre dumps Goth off his knee and to the mat and immediately covers him, hooking the near leg!

1.....
2..... Goth kicks out!

Simone: Goth is down after that horrendous tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, agonizing in pain.

Adams: What’s Spectre doing?

Simone: Spectre just rolled to the outside, and is looking under the ring for something.

Adams: Something tells me the freak is off his leash and is about to get EXTREME!!!

Spectre reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a table.

Adams: Now I KNOW this can’t be good for Goth.

Spectre sets the table a few feet from the ring and just off center from the side. Spectre then slides back into the ring and continues to stomp away on Goth’s lower back.

Adams: Spectre is setting Goth up for something. Look how he’s focusing on the lower back with those vicious stomps.

Simone: Spectre now pulling Goth to his feet, hooks his neck. Spectre now with a suplex on Goth, NO!... Wait, Spectre just placed Goth on the top turnbuckle. Goth STILL not playing with a full deck after that move Spectre did earlier. Spectre now stepping to the outside apron, climbs up on the second rope! Spectre now grabbing Goth by the throat, lifting Goth off the top turnbuckle!!!

In one swift motion, Spectre drags his free hand thumb across his throat as he looks into Goth’s glazed eyes. Spectre leaps off the apron, taking Goth with him. Spectre sends Goth crashing through the table with a loud crash and a brutal and violent impact, while Spectre lands on his feet next to the now splintered table.

Crowd: OOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

Simone: Dear God!!! Spectre just killed Goth!!! With all of Spectre’s power and sadistic nature, he just sent Goth hurtling through that table!!!!

Adams: Goth’s not moving! But Spectre sure is!

Spectre continues to smile and cackle as he listens to the crowd chant.

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! The Spectre drops down to the floor and mercilessly drags the limp form of Goth to his feet as Sapphira screeches in fear and anger! The champion rolls Goth back into the ring and follows inside himself. He grabs Goth and hauls him onto his feet and fires a right handed shot to the forehead, followed up by another, and then he grabs him by the head and drives his face right down into the canvas. Goth rolls around on the mat, holding his forehead, and the Spectre kicks him right into the ropes where he sits down on the small of his back and wraps his arms over the ropes and under his chin, pulling Goth back in a tangled version of the camel clutch in the ropes!

Simone: Okay, that's new!

Adams: I guess you can't be an NWA world champion without pulling a few tricks out of your ass, er, tights!

The Spectre relents at Jacob's request and gets off of Goth, but only long enough to drag him back into the center of the ring and sit back down on his back, drape his arms over his knees and right back into the camel clutch.

Simone: This Spectre has taken me by complete surprise. You'd expect a big man like this to be all power and brawling but he is definitely showing that he has a talent for the technical aspects of a match.

Adams: I think he's thrown Goth a bit off his game with that as well.

The Spectre finally realizes Goth is not going to submit and he gets up off of his challenger, pulling him up along with him. The champion scoops Goth up and drives him into the mat with a strong body slam. The Spectre then backs up the corner and climbs to the second turnbuckle, pausing and waiting for Goth to get back to his feet.

Simone: What's the champion up to now?

Goth gets up and turns around and the Spectre launches himself off of his perch and spears Goth, returning the favor from earlier!

Adams: I don't think I've ever seen a spear from the second rope before!

The Spectre rolls Goth over onto his back and makes the cover!

1.....
2.....
3- No! Goth gets the shoulder up!

Simone: Goth is a fighter! He wants this one!

Adams: It was a close call though. Goth needs to get it together and fight back!

The Spectre grabs Goth and snapmares him over, then kicks him in the back, delivering a Spinal Tap. The champion then runs into the ropes and goes t deliver a big boot into Goth;s face but the challenger falls back intentionally and Spectre misses. The champion turns right around and Goth swings his arm up...

Adams: OWWWW!!!

Simone: Low blow!

The new official, Jacob, blinks as he did not see the exact rule infraction, and is powerless to disqualify Goth on a mere suspicion. The Spectre staggers around, lurched over and clutching himself as Goth is on his knees in front of him, smiling like a lunatic and he slaps on a DDT from out of nowhere!

Simone: And with the weight of Spectre, that is a lot of impact on that head of his!

Adams: That's what she said!

Goth rolls the champion over and hooks his leg!

1.....
2..... Spectre kicks out!

Simone: Not yet!

Goth pulls the champion up and Irish whips him into the near corner and follows in immediately with a dropkick. Goth gets back to his feet and holds his arms out and smiles as the crowd watching boo him.

Simone: The fans are not impressed by Goth!

Adams: They sure as hell should be! He just got put through a freaking table and he's fighting to make a comeback now!

The champion staggers out of the corner and Goth shows some impressive strength of his own and he grabs the Spectre around the legs and picks him up and delivers a spine buster!

Simone: Spine buster on the near three hundred pounder!

Goth makes the cover!

1.....
2..... Spectre gets the shoulder up!

Goth then puts his opponent in a sitting position and locks him in a dragon sleeper, going for the win! Jacob checks on the Spectre, asking if he wants to give the match up, and the Spectre vigorously shakes his head, refusing to give Goth the satisfaction. Realizing this, Goth quickly lets go and jumps to his feet and proceeds to lay in the boots to the Spectre. Sapphira then climbs up onto the ring apron and starts screaming and Jacob diverts his attention to address her and demand she get down!

Adams: wait, what's Goth doing now?

Simone: He just pulled a pencil out of his tights!

Adams: Mae West joke anyone?

The referee's back is turned and Goth grabs the Spectre by the head with one hand and jabs the sharpened pencil into his head with the other!

Adams: Oh my god! Oh my god! Goth just stabbed him in the forehead with that pencil!

Simone: I guess this is payback for the table!

Spectre yells out in surprise and pain as Goth rakes the sharp pencil across his forehead and the result is immediate! The wound is opened and a crimson trail begins running down the champion's face! Goth throws the pencil from the ring and Sapphira drops to the floor! Jacob turns around and sees a bloodied Spectre and Goth pounding his wound with fists in an attempt to worsen it! Goth then throws the champion to his back and covers him, hooking the leg!

1.....
2.....
3-Kick out!

Goth throws him back down again and covers him a second time.

1......
2..... Spectre kicks out again.

Goth is immediately on his feet and in the rookie referee's face, grabbing him by the shirt and threatening him!

Simone: Calm down you fool or you'll end up disqualified!

Goth turns around as the Spectre is starting to sit up and then get to his knees. Goth sneers and runs into the ropes and comes off, connecting with a shining wizard blow to the champion's head! Goth stands up and looks out to the crowd that is booing him and he spits out at them.

Adams: Classy!

Goth then jumps over the downed champion and jumps onto the middle rope and launches back with a moonsault -- but the Spectre brings his knees up and Goth lands right on them!

Simone: Bad mistake there by the challenger!

Adams: If the Spectre wants to retain his championship, he better get up!

Both men are down on the mat and Jacob has to begin his count.

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...

Goth is the first up and he swings a fist toward the champion but Spectre blocks it and returns fire, punching Goth right in the head! The Spectre then lifts him up for a vertical suplex but then just drops him face first to the canvas!

Adams: Reckless Abandon!

The Spectre wipes his face and looks at his hand, covered in crimson! His eyes get wide and even wilder and he looks down at Goth and screams incoherently!

Simone: Whoa! Spectre just lost his temper threw Goth out over the top rope by his hair! Goth may have hit his head on the small mats when he landed!

Adams: And would you look at that sick freak in the ring just laughing sadistically? He’s relishing the fact he just disposed of one of the SCW greats like yesterday’s garbage!

Simone: Wait a minute! What’s Spectre up to now? Folks, while the referee has been checking on Goth on the outside, Spectre has stepped out on to the apron in the corner.

Adams: It looks like he is motioning and waiting for Goth to get to his feet.

Spectre with that creepy and sick smile on Spectre’s face! Whatever Spectre is up to, this cant be good for Goth.

Simone: Referee helping Goth to his feet. Goth looks like he doesn’t have a clue where he is. Goth stumbling to his feet, hears Spectre calling out to him. Goth turns around and…

In the middle of Goth turning around to face Spectre, Spectre runs across the apron, and leaps off with a SUICIDE FLIP, hurling his full body weight on to the helpless Goth.

Crowd: OOHHHHHHHH!!!!

Simone: SUICIDE FLIP BY SPECTRE!!!

Adams: Spectre just squashed Goth like a bug going northbound towards a southbound 18-wheeler on the interstate!

Spectre sits up seemingly unphased by the dangerous move, and begins to laugh sadistically. *

Crowd: Spec-tre! Spec-tre! Spec-tre!

Simone: This crowd is firmly behind the NWA Television Champion!

Spectre turns around, and screams into the face of a semi-conscious Goth.

Spectre: BET YOU DIDN’T EXPECT THAT DID YOU, YOU SONOFABITCH!!!

Crowd: YEAH!!!!!

Simone: And Spectre just added insult to injury by taunting Goth!

The Spectre rolls Goth inside of the ring and climbs in through the ropes, following him. The champion then sets Goth up in position for the Widow's peak neckbreaker...

Simone: He calls this Sweet Dreams!

Adams: It doesn't look too sweet for Goth!

Simone: And he hits it!

Goth is down and out and Spectre makes the cover!

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

Simone: And Spectre retains his NWA World TV title!

The crowd cheers as Jacob hands the belt back to Spectre who begins mounting the corners of the ring, holding his title aloft!

Justin: The winner of the match, and still NWA World Television Champion ... The Spectre!

The crowd cheers as a shrieking Sapphira assists Goth from the ring while the champion continues to celebrate!




The opening lyrics of Scream by the Mistfits hits over the PA.

Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Scream

No sooner had those lyrics finished, the guitar cuts back in and strobe lighting begins to flicker.

A chill runs up your spine
it crawls into your brain.
The freezing touch of fear.

Amy appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings before raising her arms to make an X sign.

It's driving me insane
Although you try to fight
Dragged from the silence where you hide
'til you... Scream

Amy then begins to head down the ramp, as she ignore the fans around her before climbing inside the ring, where she grabs a mic and waits for her music to die down, however, the crowd doesn’t.

Amy: Shut the fuck up and listen to what I have to say.

This only riles the crowd even further, as Amy just smirks a little as she hangs the mic casually to one side for a moment as she shakes her head.

Amy: Maybe I should say it slower and in your own language so you will understand. Se... Tranquilo... usted... estúpido... idiotas... yo... haber... algo... a... decir.

The crowd boo louder as Amy she smirked.

Amy: Anyway, the main reason I came out here was if any of you moron’s saw earlier tonight, I gave Faith a beat down. Now you are probably wondering why I did this, when she isn’t on either side of the Team Erik/Team SCW, however, this is nothing to do with Team Erik, it’s about me and what I need for my career.

And it’s all about gold obviously.

I could continue chasing Misty for the bombshell title, but let’s face it she is simply unbeatable. However, when I sat backstage last week licking my wounds… I watched a highlight package of the Roulette title match between Faith and Joanne Canelli and this gave me an idea.

Why not go for the Roulette title, it has swapped hands multiple times over the past several weeks and people are doing a piss poor job of defending the title.

So here I am and guess what… I am making a challenge to the Roulette champion.

However, the only down side of this challenge is I have to wait until after the PPV. But whoever the champion is at the end of the night… and I'm looking at you Faith and anyone else lined up to challenge you at the PPV… I am coming after you.

I am coming after the Roulette Title.

So you bitches better prepare because I will be watching your match very very closely.”

Amy drops the mic as Scream by The Misfits hits over the PA, as Amy then climbs out of the ring and up the ramp as she ignore the fans that boo her before disappearing backstage.




Backstage, Pussy Willow walks into the NXT locker room where she sees the drinking contest going on in full swing. Ben is leaning back in his seat playing PS3 as Aleksei and Mickey are still going strong. She looks around the room curiously, but doesn’t see who she is looking for. She watches Mickey and Aleksei in amazement, noticing only one half bottle of liquor left on the table. She slowly walks up to Ben and he turns to acknowledge her.

Ben: Yep, they did it all on their own. I’m as amazed as you are.

Pussy: Oh… Yeah, actually I was supposed to catch up with Spike for a few quick words leading up to the Clash of the Champions part two. Is he around?

Spike: I am right here, Ms. Willow.

She greets Spike with a smile as he walks up to her in full wrestling gear. He straightens up his posture as he looks over to the table with a bit of shock on his face as well.

Spike: I didn’t realize there was a prerequisite for New X-Tremes members to maintain an alcohol level of one hundred…

Spike chuckles to himself as he turns back to the camera. He prepares to speak when Mickey gets up from the table, stumbling just a bit. Aleksei returns Mickey’s “HA!” from earlier, but Mickey shakes his head from side to side.

Mickey: Pipe down, I’m about to kiss one of yer kind.

Ben laughs loudly as Aleksei looks over to him with a questioning look. Mickey walks over toward the bathroom area, half way answering Aleksei’s question.

Aleksei: What exactly does he mean?

Ben: Never heard of a gypsy kiss, have you? It’s cockney slang for having a piss.

Spike and Pussy join in with a slight snicker as Aleksei looks a bit angered. He gets up from his seat and follows Mickey toward the bathroom.

Aleksei: I don’t trust him in there. What if he tries to throw it up? I don’t take so kindly to cheaters…

Ben and Aleksei walk over to the door as Mickey rolls his eyes. He steps inside and then a steady stream is heard in the background. Pussy and Spike both come back to the task at hand as Spike clears his throat.

Pussy: Oh, yes. Spike, the fans are wondering if you have any last words regarding your match coming up here in just a few moments. You had some pretty harsh things to say in your promo.

Spike: That I did. I am tired of Team Erik coming around here like they have some sort of problem with people who work their asses off to be the best and get rewarded for it. I know that must be a hard concept for him to accept, but it is how society works. See, this match is about so much more than the original slated Clash of the Champions. Whoever wins this one for their respective side will bring a lot of momentum to their side going into Hostile Takeover. I don’t know about Thatcher Rex, but I’m ready to bring in everything I’ve got.

The stream is still going on in the background as Aleksei and Ben both mutter amongst themselves in amazement. Spike tries not to get distracted by it as Pussy nods her head in agreement.

Pussy: This is very true. The way the teams have been going at it the past few weeks, this could very well be a decider. You mentioned in your promo that you don’t hold any real hostility toward “Amazing” Ace Baldwin. Has that changed since all promos have aired?

Spike: I never said there wasn’t some hostility. It comes with the territory of this sort of feud, especially when the stakes are so high. This match is about a lot more than pride, so regardless of the babble Ace spewed out about me, it doesn’t do anything but add fuel to the fire. I plan on going out there and putting on one hell of a show for the fans, and for Team SCW. My mind is focused on getting the win so that maybe I can show Kevin Carter what it is like to be a real champion instead of wearing some cheap piece of tin to boost his ego.

Pussy: Well, the match is getting ready to start shortly, good luck from a Team SCW supporter. Go out there and make us proud.

Spike shakes hands with Pussy before heading out of the door. She is ready to head out too, but the streaming sound is still going. A few seconds later, it finally stops as a sigh echoes from the bathroom as Mickey emerges victoriously. He struts back over to the table, wrapping his fingers around his shot glass as he pours Jameson into it, then into Aleksei’s. Ben throws his hands in the air as he walks toward the door.

Ben: I give up. Fund your own damn drinking contest. Have fun with those liver transplants, geezers…

Mickey: Oi! Just because the show is almost over doesn’t mean we have to cut the party short, mate.

Mickey pours the last of the booze into Aleksei’s shot glass and they down them. Neither man seems ready to give up yet, but they don’t have much of a choice. They sit there, laughing in a jolly manner as their moods lighten up a bit.

Aleksei: Too bad we have to cut this short. I was really looking forward to finding a winner here tonight.

Mickey: Yeah…

Mickey reaches into his jacket, pulling out a bottle of booze from the lining of the jacket. Aleksei claps his hands together as he reaches into his patchwork jacket and pulls out a bottle of Kracken. He slams it down on the table and Mickey leans forward, kissing Aleksei on the lips in a playful manner.

Mickey: I think I found me soulmate! Fer fucks sake, we are too much alike…

Aleksei: Easy there, patty. There is one problem with your idea… I don’t swing that way.

Mickey: Neither do I, but I would make an exception just this once.

Mickey laughs as he slaps the table and pops open the Kracken. He pours it into Aleksei’s glass, and then into his own. Aleksei chuckles nervously before turning toward the camera and raising an eyebrow. Both men down it, the harshness escaping their throats as we fade out to ringside.




"Simon Says" by Drain STH begins to play over the arena's PA system, and out onto the stage - wearing a royal blue, replica Birmingham City F.C. shirt - walks Simon Jones, to a cheer from the fans. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans; after entering the ring, he goes to collect a microphone, and then walks to the centre, where he waits for his music to cease playing.

Simon: Wow, a Brit getting cheered by Argentineans - now there's a first! But seriously, it's good to be here in Argentina.

A repeated chant of "AR-GEN-TINA!" breaks out.

Simon: You're probably all surprised to see me here, and frankly, I'm surprised that I'm stood in an SCW ring; the chain of events that has lead to me being here was triggered by something that occurred two weeks ago. You see, two weeks ago tonight, Ben Jordan beat Misty in the final of the Super J Cup, and in the process earned himself a shot at the NWA Cruiserweight Championship. But Ben had other ideas, and chose to give the title shot to another member of the ACW roster: me.

A slight ACW chant can be heard.

Simon: Since then, I've been preparing to face Vixen, and as part of my preparation, last week I opted to watch Climax Control, so that I could see Vixen in action, as she teamed with Jessie Salco to take on Raynin and Gothika for the Bombshell Tag Team titles. But prior to that match, there was something else that happened in this ring that caught my attention, as it seems Ben Jordan's decision has left at least one member of the SCW roster disgruntled: Misty.

The crowd boos.

Simon: Misty said that until she set foot in ACW, she hadn't heard a single mention of me - I can't say that I'm shocked, as it's not the first time recently that I've encountered such ignorance; go back to December, back to The Big Bang, and you'll hear one of the commentators get my name wrong, mistakenly referring to me by the name of my SCW namesake, Nick Jones - I even had a t-shirt made specially because of it.

Simon takes off his shirt - which he then holds in his right hand - revealing that he is wearing a navy blue t-shirt underneath; printed on the t-shirt, in red, are the words "I KNOW WHO I AM."

Simon: I don't need people to know my name for me to be able to defeat Vixen and take her title - no, as far as people knowing my name is concerned, this is the most important thing.

Simon pats his chest with his left hand.

Simon: Misty, I don't care what you think the motivation was behind Ben's decision; you can throw as many tantrums as you want, but it's not going to make a difference - I'm the one that will be challenging Vixen for the Cruiserweight title.

Simon lowers the microphone and motions to take a step forwards, but he hesitates and lifts the mic back up to his mouth.

Simon: Oh, and Misty, the fact that you were engaged to Spike Staggs for almost six years and had a daughter together proves nothing - Gareth Thomas was married for eight years, and but for his wife suffering three miscarriages, he would have had children too.

Simon walks over to the ropes; he drapes his shirt over the top rope and then walks back to the middle of the ring.

Simon: It has been three weeks since Vixen won the NWA Cruiserweight Championship in this ring, and two weeks from today she will be defending the title for the first time; I plan to show Vixen something that my most recent opponent - Magni - learned the hard way, which is that winning a title is one thing, but keeping hold of it is another thing altogether.

Simon glances around the arena.

Simon: Speaking of Magni, I wonder if you could answer a question for me Vixen: before your first match with Magni, at Wrestle Classic, I witnessed the pair of you debating who the underdog was, so what I would like to know is, now that you're the champion, do you still think that you're the underdog? If you want me to play the role of favourite then that's fine; favourite, underdog, whatever - it's not going to affect the possibility of me winning. And it's not going to affect the way that I prepare for our match - I'm not expecting any second chances, so it's imperative that I make the most of this opportunity.

Simon sighs.

Simon: Well, I think I've taken up enough of SCW's time, so I'd better wrap this up. Vixen, I look forward to competing against you in two weeks, but in the meantime I suggest that you keep your eyes glued to either the ACW or NWA website, as there'll be a video uploaded later, in which I'll expand upon my thoughts about our match. And Misty, if you'd like to direct your complaints to me, then feel free to send me an email - my address is [email protected].

Simon walks forwards to the ropes again; he picks up his shirt and places it over his right shoulder.

Simon: All that's left for me to say for now is that on Sunday 28th April, I urge you all to...well, I'm not trying to take fans away from SCW, so I urge you all to watch Hostile Takeover, and to then find a way to watch that evening's ACW show; I know that ACW only airs in the Canadian Maritimes, but there's bound to be a website that will allow you to download the show - not that I'm advocating the use of such sites, you understand.

Simon leans on the ropes, looking out at the crowd.

Simon: So book the Monday off work and pull an all-nighter; get some pizzas in, get some beers in - or wine, if you prefer - and watch Spike Staggs defend the SCW Heavyweight Championship against Jordan Williams, and then watch Vixen defend the NWA Cruiserweight Championship against myself. For now though, goodnight SCW.

As Simon steps through the ropes, "Simon Says" by Drain STH begins to play again; he goes to return the microphone, before heading backstage.




James Huntington-Hawkes III and Giani Di Luca stand backstage laughing.

Giani: It was awesome bro, we totally showed him who was boss.

JHHIII: Yeah!

Giani: Now they know we're serious.

The two continue to laugh until Christian Underwood appears in front of them.

Christian: So which one of you two are using the three brain cells you have between you?

Both men stop laughing and look at Christian.

Christian: I mean how stupid do you have to be, to sit and watch the consequences of one person hitting a staff member, and still do the same?

Giani tries to speak but Christian puts his finger up.

Christian: Save it, no normal person understands what you're saying anyway. Earlier tonight, Rage put his hands on Mark Ward, and got suspended, can you guess what I'm gonna do to you?

JHHIII: You're going to suspend us?

Christian: Ding! We have a winner!

James looks proud but Giani shakes his head at James, making James' face turn serious.

Christian: I guess you're using the brain cells today James. So you two, get your crap, get out of the arena, get out of the county because neither of you will be at Hostile Takeover, you won't be booked, you're not needed. Maybe you can catch up with Rage and share a taxi to the airport. Have a good day idiots.

Christian walks away, leaving James and Giani speechless.




Darkside hits as the Gothic one walks out to the ring, still sweating over his defeat earlier the show. The fans boo as well applaud the man that has faced Spectre in a tough fought fight. He gets in the ring as he opens the ropes for his woman before climbing the top turnbuckles staring at the fans. He jumps from the turnbuckles and gets into the face of the camera with a microphone.

Goth: Shut up!!

The fans boo the mad man that is one of the most hated individuals in the SCW locker room.

Goth: Boo me all you want, I came here to talk about me joining team SCW to face a team that wants to take over this fed. I just did it cuz I knew I would get what I wanted… and that was KAIN!!!

The fans cheer as they hear the name of the last acquisition of team SCW

Goth: Yeah, punk ass kiddo has got some fans. Good for you, NOW SHUT UP!!!

The fans boo the Gothic One as he could give a damn.

Goth: You see Mark, I wanted in because I wanted to destroy Kain. Now you place me alongside HIM?? A joke right? You want me to focus on a battle, where next to me there is a man that is what I want? I want to maim him, I want to break him. Hell, I would even sacrifice his own wife to get what I want… my King of Kings title that belongs to ME!!!!

Goth spits in the camera as he continues

Goth: Now you think you made it all right, because I had a title match that I would allow such a thing to happen? Oh no Mark, oh no Chris. I got something to tell, you better get little Kain some security, give him insurance policies that will give his wife the millions of dollars that she desires so much from him. Because when I get the chance, I’m going to turn him into the piece of crap that he is. But you know something? How could you disgrace me? You wanted the best in this federation to represent me? You never came after me… yet you go after HIM??? You were not even looking for me, oh you just were happy that I came to you. Like what? As if I’m your stinking bitch??

Goth shakes his head while holding staring at the camera.

Goth: You think this title match would made me a little bit happy huh? Oh no Mark, I want answers. I want you to take away Kain or have me walking. Hell, if you want me to co exist with my enemy? Then you better start to do something to please me… if you want me to co exist with that loser, then you give me I have been demanding since day one. I want you to stop ignoring me, I want you to give in to the realization that without me, that you are FUCKED!!! So what is it going to be Mark? Or what is it going to be Chris?? Because I’m done waiting for you two… I want answers NOW!!!!!

Suddenly the music hits of one of the owners. "Unbelievable" by EMF blasts through the speakers as Christian Underwood walks out at the top of the ramp holding a microphone.

Christian: First off Goth, unlucky on your match earlier, you fought a good fight. Now Mark would have liked to have come out here and addressed this one, but as you can tell from this night, he's not in a very good mood, so here I am. You want to know why we have you and Kain on the same side?

Christian puts his hand on his chin.

Christian: It's simple Goth. This fight is not about one man, this fight is about proving we are the stronger team, Team SCW need the strong, and you two are two of the strongest men on the roster. Two men who will do everything to destroy anyone we put in front of you, and we put Team Erik in front of you.

Christian pauses for a few seconds.

Christian: But I understand your frustrations, so I'm gonna give you a chance to take that out on people. At Hostile Takeover, You and Kain will be on opposite sides of the ring. On one side, there will be you, and Brother Grimm, on the other, there will be Kain and Lucian Frost.

The fans cheer wildly.

Christian: But as we're trying to get rid of the virus that is Team Erik, it would be wrong not to give you a chance to beat those too, so also in the ring will be Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter!

The fans cheer again.

Christian: So not only will you have a chance to get at Kain, you will have a chance to become SCW Tag Team Champions. Good luck.

"Unbelievable" blasts through the speakers and Christian walks to the back, leaving Goth smiling in the ring.

Adams: Goth and Grimm Vs Blood Omen Vs Ace and Kevin at Hostile Takeover, for the tag team titles! I can't wait!




The lights dim down slightly as white strobes flash quickly above the stage. The opening buzzing to “Where Eagles Dare” by The Misfits plays. Once the bass starts up, the lights flash along to the beat of the music. Erik pushes his way through the curtains, wearing a Team Erik t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. He is carrying a clipboard in his hands as he grins sadistically out at the booing crowd. He walks down the entryway, soaking in the booing as if they power him. He pauses at the end of the ramp and looks out to both sides. He dashes up to the ring and leaps onto the apron before climbing inside. He looks around at the audience with his evil smirk before grabbing a microphone. He pauses in the center of the ring, waving his arms out at the sides, asking the fans to keep it coming. He looks over to his wrist watch and taps it, shrugging his shoulders as the booing finally dies down. He slowly paces back and forth.

Erik: I am out here to give you all a present. Not only do you get the chance to feast your eyes upon me, but you also get to hear this bombshell I am about to drop on you. Of course, it isn’t that I think you deserve to be the lucky ones for such an announcement, but I have to make due I suppose…

The fans boo loudly once more and Erik shrugs his shoulders, nodding his head as he mouths out “What? It’s true.” He stops pacing and looks out into the audience once more. He shakes his head in dismay as they continue to boo him.

Erik: Would you please shut the hell up? Even though I don’t think you are worthy of my… charm… my “swag” as I’ve finally learned what that means… Even though I don’t think you are worthy, you lucked out because this is my last opportunity to make history heading into Hostile Takeover.

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW! SCW!

Erik: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph… I cannot wait to get out of God’s blind spot. This cesspool of festering disease was the biggest mistake I ever agreed to… ANYWAY… Like I was saying, I have something that I think we can all agree, will be blockbuster news for Sin City Wrestling.

Erik begins pacing once again, looking down at his clipboard. The crowd finally dies down with their booing as Erik stops and sets the clipboard on the nearest turnbuckle. He pauses and looks around the arena and an arrogant smile creeps upon his face.

Erik: See, it is no secret that I dominate the Bombshell Division which incidentally is one of Sin City’s biggest money draws. I have the most dominant force in the division with, your champion Misty. I have some of the most controversial women in wrestling with Tattooed Goddesses. I have several up and coming ladies in the form of Amy Marshall and Necra. I have a veteran leading them all in the right direction with Roxanne. And as you saw just moments ago, I have the allegiance of three very powerful, seductive, and thrilling Tag Team Champions in The Fallen. Frankly, I have it all, no matter what Mark and Christian say, and you all know it. After all, you wouldn’t hate me so damn much if you didn’t see me as a threat.

Erik shrugs his shoulders as the fans try their hardest to disagree. He shakes his head, his smile never leaving his face.

Erik: Admit it. It won’t be long before I monopolize the division that separates us from the other alliance federations. I am confident that I can do this at Hostile Takeover, that I am willing to make a little wager with my peers, Ward and Underwood… Now hold on a damn minute!

The crowd shows their dislike for Erik more at this point than any other. Their booing is so deafening that Erik can’t help but lose his smile. He looks around at them, taunting them with a look of anger etched upon his face. As he plays into it, they continue getting louder until Erik folds his arms across his chest, waiting for what seems like forever until they finally die down. He brings the microphone to his lips, ready to begin again when they start a chant.

Crowd: YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Erik: If I suck so bad, then why am I on the verge of taking this company over, gutting it from within on a weekly basis? God, you fans are so vapid it is almost funny. I feel like every time I come out here, I lose I.Q. points! If you idiots are finished mocking me, I will get back to business!

Erik leans against the ropes, taunting a few fans in the front row. Once he is bored with them, he begins tapping his foot, looking at his watch again. He refuses to leave the ring until this business is taken care of.

Erik: As I tried saying five fucking minutes ago… I am so confident that I will seize the Bombshell Division at Hostile Takeover that I am willing to risk it all as a gesture of good faith. Not to the dimwitted people who founded this joke of a company, but to the fans who continue to boo me. I feel one hundred and ten percent confident in my fight that I am willing to risk it all. I am willing to put up the Bombshell Championship, as well as the Bombshell Tag Team Championships… in one match!

Erik is surprised at the ovation he receives for this announcement. He has to do a double take in order to make sure he is hearing this right. His smile creeps back up on his face as the short burst of cheers is heard.

Erik: I am willing to risk it all… under one condition. I am proposing that Misty, Gothika, and Raynin will defend their titles against any three Team SCW Bombshells, under the condition that Necra Octavian Kaine gets to challenge that East Side ghetto trash, Faith, for the Bombshell Roulette Championship… also in the same match!

If Erik thought the crowd went insane for his first announcement, they really lost it this time. Erik almost has to cover his ears for this one. He nods his head, his smile getting even bigger. He waits for them to die down once more before continuing.

Erik: That’s right… I am proposing an All-In Bombshell Championships Mega-Match, winners take all. And to make sure that Team SCW doesn’t decide to intervene to give their side an advantage, I would like to do this under Cage Match rules. The first full team to escape the cage will be the ones to hold every Bombshell title. I am risking a lot here, but I know that my ladies will walk out victorious. So what do you say, Mark? Chrissy? You have the most to gain out of this. Do you possess the fortitude to accept this blockbuster match idea? The fans have already spoken, but we know that you don’t truly listen to them. Think about what you two stand to gain from this, since that is what you two are good at doing anyway…

The cameras cut backstage briefly to show Christian discussing something in a low tone with an off screen person. He is mumbling so that we can’t hear what he is saying. After a moment of this, he slides a piece of paper across his desk, nodding and all he says is “Okay…” The cameras cut back out to the arena where Erik waits, looking at the entryway in anticipation. He leans on the ropes, tapping his watch before raising the microphone back to his lips.

Erik: Come on, fellas… I’m waiting, and we are already cutting into our time for Clash of the Champions part two… Don’t worry, I’ve got a few more hours to spare, plenty of time to ruin the Main Event…

As Erik just finishes talking “Oooh whatcha gonna now? Whatcha gonna do when the rhythm comes kickin you?” the spine tingling sounds of Dimestore Hood blares across the personal address system the SCW arena fills with cheers. Out from behind the black curtain steps the resident Australian Bombshell Odette Ryder. She has a Microphone in hand and wastes no time making it to the centre of the ramp, looking out into the crowd she smiles before looking down at Erik. The music is quickly cut off the personal address system and Erik’s voice can be heard over the cheers.

Erik: Well if it isn’t…

Odette: Shut your mouth.

Erik looks up at Odette amused after she had cut him off, a small smirk crosses his face as the Aussie just stares him down.

Odette: Let’s get one thing clear I didn’t come out here to make small talk with you Erik. So if you could kindly hold your tongue for a few minutes, you and I can both go our separate ways.

Erik didn’t say anything in reply to Odette he just nodded luring her into a false hope.

Odette: Erik I’ve been instructed to come out here right now by Christian and Mark to let you formally know that…. you’re on buddy…

The fans are quick to cheer loudly approving of the match decision. Erik rubs his hands together in delight, while Odette is still standing strong at the top of the ramp. Waiting for the fans to simmer down, she lifts the microphone back up to her lips and speaks.

Odette: So at Hostile Takeover it will be Team Loser lead by Captain Misty, with Raynin, Gothika and Necra versus... Team Winner… now let me introduce you to team Sin City Wrestling Erik…

The fans start a massive “SCW, SCW, SCW” chant, getting a confident smile to dance brightly on Odette’s face.

Odette: You will have your little wish granted Erik, Our first member and who will be defending her Bombshell Roulette Championship will be Faith… the two ladies that will be challenging for The Fallen’s Bombshell Tag Team Championships will be none other than the resident Sin City Wrestling Superhero… Roxi Johnson and her partner, oh you’re going to love this… Roxi’s partner will be the current NWA Cruiserweight Champion…

Odette didn’t even have to say the name the fans were already chanting “Vixen.”

Odette: VIXEN!!!

Erik stands in the ring with a fake smile on his face, quickly bringing the microphone up to his lips.

Erik: Please Odette continue who have Mark and Christian stupidly sent into this match to face the current Bombshell Champion Misty? We’re dying to know.

Rolling his eyes Erik leans up against the ropes as Odette licks her lips and brings the microphone up to her lips once again.

Odette: Well Erik at Hostile Takeover… it will be me… Odette Ryder taking it to the cage to face your prized little Misty…

The fans starts a “Ryder” chant now as Odette just paces the top of the ramp.

Odette: That’s right… you think you’re the only one with the big guns… please Erik don’t make me laugh. Hostile Takeover is going to be the night where Team SCW put the so called “best” Bombshells in the game back in their spot, just like Mark and Christian will do to the rest of your team… leave you all down and out.

Not hanging around for a reply Odette quickly darts off the stage and disappears into the back as Erik stands in the ring with a confident smile on his face. The scene from the ring quickly fades to the back.




Justin: The following contest is Clash Of The Champions II. Introducing first, from Galveston, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, he is one half of the tag team champions, he is Amazing Ace Baldwin!

"Who Dat" begins to start up in the first couple of bars, no beat, the lights begin to flicker back and fourth between a few colors before the music stops completely and the lights go out before the beat of the song picks up and you can hear the "Who dat, who dat" in the first lines of the song before the lights flicker to life and Ace Baldwin is standing at the top of the ramp to an eruption from the crowd. He bobs his head to the music as the song really picks up into the first verse as he bounces down the ramp and slaps hands on the way down before he stops in front of the ring and flips his hood off on the vest he is wearing and motions for the crowd to get louder before he slides into the ring and goes to the turnbuckle, letting out a warrior cry before he hops down, removes his vest and tests the ropes in the corner, letting the referee check his boots and knee pads.

Justin: And his partner...

The arena lights begin to dim down until the arena has gone completely dark. Then the opening to "Porn Star Dancing" could be heard playing throughout the arena. This caused the crowd to react a little bit. The moment the lights came back on there stood Kevin Carter at the top of the ramp just looking around the arena with a smug look on his face. It didn't take long for the crowd to start booing him, but he clearly didn't mind as he started to walk towards the ring.

Justin: Making his way to the ring at this time. He hails from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in tonight at 225 pounds, He is the Main Attraction: KEEEEEVINNNNN CAAAAAAAAARTTTTER!

Kevin had made his way up the steps and made his way across the ring apron. In a rather cocky manner he slipped through the ropes and went right to one of the corners. He proceeded to climb it to the second rope and held his hands out at his sides leaning his head back almost as if he was telling the crowd to bow to him. Seconds later he leaped down as he began to remove his jacket tossing it to the outside. That's when he leaned into the corner turning his attention to the entrance way as his music died down.

Justin: And their opponents, introducing first from Helena, Montana, weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds, he is the Roulette champion, he is The Tyrant King, Thatcher Rex!

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 is Thatcher Rex, strands of hair hanging down to partially obscure his eyes. He glances first to the left, then to the right before striding down the ramp, gaze fixated upon the ring. Once he gets to the ring, he ducks between the top and middle ropes. Two strides later, he mounts the turnbuckle. His arms spread wide, fists clenched, Rex releases a phenomenal roar, much to the delight of the fans.

Justin: And his partner, from St Louis, Missouri, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, he is the SCW heavyweight champion and NWA World Champion, he is Spike Staggs!

*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!"*

The lights go completely black, as white strobes flash on the stage. A red spotlight shines on the curtains as "Get Up" by Korn and Skrillex plays. Once the music picks up, Spike shoves the curtains aside, and walks out onto the stage. He smiles at the fans, who cheer, as he points out across the audience. His smile fades as he dashes down to the ring, sliding in underneath the ropes. The lights fade back on as Spike goes to the furthest turnbuckle, giving a pose before leaping off to land on his feet. He bounces between the ropes as he eyes his opponents

Drew Patton calls for the bell

DING DING DING!

Spike and Kevin Carter start off in the ring.

Simone: Everyone has wanted to see these two square off.

Both men circle each other, looking across the ring, before locking up. Spike forces Carter back to the ropes and Drew Patton calls for the break.

Adams: Why is Drew refereeing in this one? We know who's team he's on.

Simone: I guess Erik wielded his power to get the head referee kicked out of this one.

Spike breaks but Carter instantly pokes him in the eye as Drew times his turn away to perfection. Spike stumbles away but Carter steps in and holds Spike's head with his left hand and nails him with a shot with his right hand, sending Spike to the canvas, holding his face. Carter puts his hands out to his sides, lapping up the boos from the crowd, before moving over to Spike, lifting him off his feet and planting another shot to the side of the head, sending him back against the ropes. Carter moves in, taking Spike by the wrist and tossing him towards the opposite rope. As Spike runs back towards Carter, Carter spins around and catches Spike with a spinning back elbow. Carter stands up, his arms to the side once more, his arrogance on show. Carter pulls Spike to his feet and catches him in jaw with a sharp punch. Spike turns around with his back towards Carter. Carter wraps his arms around his waist and lifts Spike over with a German suplex, bridging up and holding Spike's shoulders down. Drew drops down to count

1.2

Spike quickly kicks out

Simone: Obvious much, Drew?

Spike rolls on to his knees, but Carter is already on his feet, throwing shots at Spike's chest with his boot, kicking him hard in the chest. Carter pulls Spike to his feet and pulls him in towards his corner, reaching his hand out, for Ace to tag in.

Adams: From the main attraction, to the amazing one.

Ace jumps over the top rope as Spike is pulled to his feet by Carter. Carter holds Spike up and Ace slams shots in to his ribs.

Simone: How about a five count Drew?

Thatcher charges in the ring and tries to attack Carter, but Drew stops him and points to the outside, starting a five count against Thatcher as the crowd boos.

Adams: Drew is not popular tonight.

Thatcher reluctantly leaves the ring, as does Carter. Ace pulls Spike to his feet and whips him hard in to another corner. Ace charges in and clotheslines Spike in the corner. Spike stumbles out of the corner and Ace quickly jumps on to the second rope, as Spike turns around, Ace jumps off and catches Spike with a floatover neckbreaker. Ace stands up and stomps on Spike and quickly pulls him up and moves behind him. Ace lifts Spike up and nails him with an atomic drop. Spike stumbles away, and Ace gets ready for the spear. He charges at Spike, but Spike side steps and Ace hits the ropes, with his stomach bend through the ropes. Spike quickly charges at Ace and drops an elbow across the spine of Ace. Ace stands up and turns in towards the waiting Spike. Spike charges at Ace and spears him to the floor! Ace rolls over and Spike moves towards Thatcher and tags him in to huge cheers from the crowd.

Simone: Roulette champion in the ring!

Ace stands up but Thatcher bulldozes him with a strong clothesline, knocking him down to the ground. Ace bounces back up and Thatcher nails him with a second clothesline. Ace gets back to his feet and Thatcher picks him up and drops him with a spinning spinebuster. Thatcher springs to his feet, his arms out wide as he roars to the crowd. Thatcher picks Ace up to his feet and nails him with a shot to the jaw, sending him backwards. Ace stumbles forward towards Thatcher and Thatcher hooks him up and lifts him up in a vertical suplex. Thatcher bounds to his feet as Ace rolls over holding his back. Thatcher pulls Ace to his feet and catches him with a shot quickly to the jaw, but Ace spins around and catches Thatcher with a kick to the midsection. Ace charges towards Thatcher and takes him by the hair and slams his head backwards in to the ground.

Adams: Illegal hair pulling there.... no wonder so many people go for the bald look.

Crowd: This is bullshit! This is bullshit!

Simone: The crowd not taking a liking to the under handed tactics Drew is letting the tag team champions get away with.

Ace drops an elbow to the heart of Thatcher and quickly by the hair, pulls him to his feet. Ace grabs Thatcher by the head and pulls him over with a snapmare takeover, followed by a dropkick to the back of the head. Ace pulls Thatcher to his back and goes for another cover.

1.2

Thatcher quickly kicks out of Drew's second fast count of the night.

Simone: He's lucky he's protected by Erik Staggs, or he'd be on the unemployment line in the morning.

Thatcher and Ace return to their feet, but Thatcher quickly pulls Ace down in a small package pin. Drew reluctantly drops down to count.

1.....

Drew's long pause allows Ace to kick out

Simone: Gone from fast counts to a slow count.

Adams: His shoulder is probably hurting from that fast count.

Both Ace and Thatcher get to their feet and Ace punches Thatcher in the gut, dropping down for a European uppercut, but Thatcher pulls his head back and avoids the shot, before blasting Ace in the head with a running knee. Thatcher moves towards Ace, but Ace catches him with a droptoe hold, sending Thatcher face first in to the canvas. Ace crawls towards his corner, as does Rex, but Carter quickly gets in the ring, tagging Ace on the back while in the ring. Drew claps his hands together, calling it a legal tag.

Simone: This is getting stupid now.

Carter grabs Thatcher's foot and pulls him back to the center of the ring, dropping an elbow to the back of his head, stopping Thatcher from moving. Carter pulls Thatcher to his feet and hooks him up, and drops him down with a double hammerlock DDT. Thatcher rolls over on his back and Carter bounces off the rope, dropping a leg across the chest of Thatcher. Carter goes for the cover, but before the fast counting Drew Patton drops down for the count, Thatcher kicks up.

Adams: Lesson learns by Thatcher there.

Thatcher gets back to his feet but Carter is already up and waiting, jumping up and nailing Thatcher under the chin with a huge dropkick. Carter smirks to the crowd and looks to the top rope. As Carter climbs, Thatcher rolls on to his back. Carter jumps off with a shooting star press, but Thatcher moves out of the way, causing Carter to crash and burn. Thatcher returns to his feet, looking slightly dazed. Thatcher moves towards his corner, but Ace charges in the ring to stop him from getting towards Spike. Spike yells out to Thatcher, who ducks a clothesline attempt from Ace. Ace turns around but Thatcher lifts him in the air for a flapjack, dropping Ace on to his face. Thatcher leans forward and reaches out, tagging in Spike! The crowd burst in to cheers as a fired up Spike gets in the ring, lifting Carter off his feet as he returns to them, dropping hard, heavy punches to the side of Carter's head. Carter wiggles free but Spike gets to his feet, waiting for Kevin Carter to spring up. As Carter gets up doubled over, Spike pulls him in for a powerbomb. He lifts the main attraction up and slams him down in to the canvas with a huge powerbomb. Spike rolls on top of Carter, Drew drops down slowly to make a count

1.......

Drew's slow count, gives Carter time to kick out. The fans start to boo.

Adams: My grandma can count faster than Drew.

Spike pulls Carter back to his feet and rattles him back on to the corner. Spike grabs hold of Carter's head and climbs to the second rope. He hooks Carter's head up and dives off with a tornado DDT, planting one half of the tag team champions on the canvas. Spike sits up, looking around the cheering crowd. Spike gets to his feet and look at Carter, bring him back to his feet. Spike hooks Carter up, under hooking both his arms and dropping him with a double arm DDT. Drew yells at Spike, who looks confused.

Simone: What the hell are you doing Drew? He hasn't done anything wrong.

The distraction allows Carter recovery time. Spike turns around and Carter grabs him by the head, dropping him down with a jaw breaker!

Adams: This is pretty much a handicap match.

Carter lays on the floor, slowly pulling himself towards Ace. Spike shakes his head, trying to loosen the cobwebs and moves towards Thatcher. Carter gets towards Ace and leaps, tagging him in. Ace runs towards Spike, grabbing his ankle and pulling him away from Thatcher. Spike fights his way to one leg as Ace holds the other leg. Spike jumps and catches Ace with an enziguri, knocking Ace to the floor. Ace spins and Spike scrambles to his feet and dives at Thatcher, hitting his outstretched hand.

Simone: Thatcher in!

Thatcher bursts in to the ring, clotheslining Ace to the ground. Ace stands up and Thatcher tries to clothesline Ace again, but Ace ducks, wrapping his arm around Thatcher's neck and jumping up with a zig zag, crashing Thatcher to the floor. Ace goes for the cover.

1...2

Thatcher kicks out of the quick count.

Ace gets to his feet quickly and pulls Thatcher with him. Thatcher throws a quick shot in to Ace's ribs and lifts him over his shoulder and drops him with a fireman carry slam!

Adams: This match is so back and forth, it's like a carnival ride!

Thatcher lets out a huge roar.

Simone: Thatcher could be looking at putting this one to bed.

Kevin Carter charges in the ring, but Thatcher ducks a clothesline and Spike springboards over the rope, catching Carter with a kick under the jaw, sending him out of the ring. Spike follows him out and attacks. Thatcher leans against the ropes, waiting for Ace to get to his feet but the fans start to boo as Duke Ata appears from the crowd, taking a chair from ringside.

Adams: Ata is at ringside!

Ata quickly gets up the stairs and swings the chair, crashing it against Thatcher's back! The crowd boo as Ata drops down. Thatcher stumbles in to Ace. Ace lifts Thatcher on to his shoulders and nails him with the T.F.C! Ace hooks the leg and Drew drops down to count, normally.

1...
2...
3!

Ding ding ding!

Justin: The winners of the Clash Of The Champions II Match.... Your tag team champions! "Amazing" Ace Baldwin and "The Main Attraction" Kevin Carter!

Simone: This is bull!

Duke Ata slides in to the ring, holding a chair. He waits behind Thatcher Rex as he gets to his feet. Ata lifts the chair up and slams the chair on to Rex's head, sending him down to the canvas. Spike tries to slide in to the ring, but Kevin Carter grabs his ankle and Duke slams the chair down on Spike back. Rex moves in to the corner and puts his boot over Thatcher's throat. Ace and Kevin stamp on Spike.

Simone: This is chaos! Someone needs to stop this!

Jordan Williams steams down the aisle.

Adams: Not the person I had in mind to stop this!

Jordan slides in the ring, instantly nailing Ace Baldwin in the side of the head, nailing him again in the head and forcing him against the ropes. Spike fights his way to his feet, sending Carter backwards with a shot to the head. Ata turns around, only to be met with a roaring elbow from Jordan. Thatcher springs to his feet. Jordan runs towards Ace, clotheslining him over the top rope, as does Spike to Kevin Carter. Thatcher charges towards Ata and clotheslines him over the top rope. Thatcher instantly drops to the canvas and rolls out of the ring, dropping to Ata and punching him in the head.

Simone: Duke Ata is getting a beat down here!

Ata fights to his feet, but Rex charges at him, both men flying over the barricade on impact and in to the crowd. Both slowly get to their feet and start to brawl through the crowd!

Adams: I wouldn't wanna go near those guys to split them up.

The camera goes back to Ace and Kevin, looking at Spike and Jordan. Both men walk up the ramp but halfway up, the lights start to flicker. At the top of the ramp, Goth and Brother Grimm appear at the top of the ramp. Ace and Kevin stop in their tracks and start walking backwards, but Kain and Lucian Frost jump over the barrier and stand at the bottom of the ramp. Kevin catches them out of the corner of his eye and taps Ace on the shoulder, showing him.

Simone: These three teams will meet at Hostile Takeover for the tag team titles!

Ace and Kevin confer, pointing at Blood Omen, then Goth and Brother Grimm. The duo nod in agreement and charge towards Goth and Brother Grimm, but Blood Omen chase them down, causing a three team brawl at the top of the ramp.

Adams: Grimm and Goth, Blood Omen and Ace and Kevin are going at it like crazy!

The six men brawl through the curtain and the crowd focus on the ring, where Jordan and Spike are staring at each other. The fans cheer as the two stand looking at each other. Justin Decent hands Spike Staggs the heavyweight title belt.

Simone: These two will meet in two weeks time at Hostile Takeover.

Spike raises the title up in the air, causing cheers from the fans, talking to Jordan. Jordan points at himself but Spike points to himself. Spike turns to leave, but Jordan hooks him up in a full nelson and lifts him over for the ATL Crusher! The fans boo Jordan as he looks down on Spike.

Adams: Jordan just hit the ATL Crusher on Spike Staggs! He's trying to send him a message!

Jordan leans over Spike, a smirk on his face as he picks up the heavyweight title. Jordan holds the heavyweight title over Spike's head, causing more boos.

Simone: We're out of time here. Rex and Ata are still brawling somewhere in the crowd, Blood Omen, Goth and Grimm, and Ace Baldwin and Kevin Carter are brawling backstage and Jordan Williams has fired the first warning shot at Spike Staggs, but we're out of time! We will see you all in two weeks in Brazil, for Hostile Takeover! Good night everybody!




THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Derek, Aleksei, MK, Courtney, Maggie, Simon Jones, Ro, Tom, Craig, Goth, The Spectre, Jenny, Mike. Also thank you to Vixen for the match banners and to all you roleplayers that made this a great show.