Simone: Frost gets a shoulder up just in time and Giani does not look pleased.

Adams: He is cursing in Jersey speak...

Simone: You know that is not its own language.

Adams: Have you ever been to New Jersey?

Giani pulls Frost up again and this time whips him into the corner. He motions to the crowd that this match is over and goes charging forward for the spear. At the last moment Frost dives out of the way, causing Giani to slam his shoulder into the turnbuckle. Frost is looking to capitalize with a running snapmare driver into that same turnbuckle.

Simone: Giani lets his anger get the better of him.

Frost is up on the top turnbuckle and the crowd is loving it. He motions for Ice Falls until he sees that Erik has walked up onto the ramp along with Kevin Carter. Frost takes a moment to see what they are going to do but they don’t leave the ramp. Frost gets airborn with the Ice Falls but Giani gets his knees up.

Adams: Oh come on, if Frost had not been distracted he would have this one.

Simone: Team Erik seems to know it too, they are laughing it up.

Both men are slow to their feet but surprisingly Frost is the first to be fully upwards while Giani is still only to his knees. Frost leaps over him, leaps onto the turnbuckle and catches Di Luca in a slingshot Oklahoma roll, going for the pin.

Simone: We are seeing a lot of back and forth. Frost might be able to run circles around Di Luca but he can’t keep him down yet.

Frost up first again but when he goes to grab at Giani he is met with a hard uppercut. Frost reels back a little bit and Di Luca takes his feet out from under him. Then he stands up, taking a moment to catch his breath. He notices Eric and Kevin on the ramp for the first time and grins. He stomps on Frost as he starts to get up.

Adams: The more the fans seem to yell at Giani Di Luca, the more he seems to like it.

Simone: I think any attention is good attention for Di Luca. He seems to be having fun being the villain.

As Frost tries to get to his feet Giani hits him with a big axe handle smash that sends the smaller man to his knees. Frost tries to get back up, but Di Luca hits him again. This time he follows it up with a big boot.

Adams: Oh man that one looked like it hurt.

Giani pulls Frost up one more time. Frost tries to reverse but Giani reverses right after and catches him with another big boot this time to the gut. He is setting him up for a huge pumphandle slam!

Simone: Giani gets Frost with the Jersey Turnpike...this one might be over.

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Justin: The winner of the match.... GIANI DI LUCA!

Simone: Giani picks up a huge win against a man who's SCW career has been full of gold.

Adams: Don't talk too loudly, his head will swell and we'll never get him up the entrance ramp!

The scene opens backstage at the arena. We see Hot Stuff sitting behind his desk watching the show, as a knock comes to the door. The door opens and there stands Joanne Canelli and her boys behind her. Her arm is in a sling, and a couple of bruises still remain eve hidden under her makeup from the show two weeks ago. Reno closes the door, as she crosses the floor toward Hot Stuff's desk.

HS: Ms. Canelli, to what do I owe the honor?

Joanne: I don't know, you tell me. I had a message on my phone this mornin' that you wanted to see me about somethin' important, so here I am.

HS: I did, and you're the only person that I know that would have those type of connections to make it happen.

Joanne smiles softly as she looks down at him.

Joanne: And what might that be? Because I have a lot of connections, and I'm a bit out of it, from the concussion I got two weeks ago.

HS: I'm talking about the kidnapping of Christian Underwood!

Joanne is taken back and shakes her head.

Joanne: What? Why would I do somethin' like that?

HS: We all know that Erik wants full power of the SCW and you have a lot of connections to make any of us disappear for him!

Joanne: Wow... Just wow. I can't believe you would call me in here after everythin' and accuse me of doin' somethin' that I wouldn't even waste my time on! Mr. Underwood doesn't have any real value to me. I would ask for like five bucks for him! Besides he's technically still one of my bosses, and I have never, ever kidnapped anyone that I have ever worked for!

Hot Stuff leans forward in his seat as Joanne paces back and forth in front of his desk.

HS: So the reports of you being in Sacred Heart for the last two weeks is correct then?

Joanne: YES! You can go and check it out if you want. It's not that far away! Now if you're done with all of your of your accusations I'll take my leave and see you next week!

HS: Right. I'll get someone to check that out, and I'll have someone keep an eye on you, and make sure your story does check out. Good evening Miss Canelli.

Reno opens the door, and Joanne turns walking out of the room muttering something as she does in Italian.

Joanne: Ho pensato che l'FBI era male, quando si trattava di avere storie composte di quello che faccio. (I thought the FBI was bad, when it came to having stories made up about what I do.)

The door slams shut, and Hot stuff just shakes his head, as the scene fades back to the arena.

Argento is seen pulling up to the arena in a black Ford Mustang convertible. He's motoring pretty fast, and almost seems to float around a corner as he heads into the parking structure and slams on the brakes, coming screeching to a halt, before he turns off the engine. In the passenger side, we see his sister Lili looking scared, holding her hands out like she's afraid she's going to go through the windshield. She puts a hand over her chest, breathing heavily as Argento flings his car door open, then reaches in the back seat for a duffle bag before slamming the door and walking around the front of the car. Lili jumps out of the car and starts to follow him.

Lili: Michael... Michael... MICHAEL!!!

When Argento doesn't answer, she grabs his bicep and pulls him to a halt.

Lili: Michelangelo Argento, you hear me calling your name, now stop!!

Argento sighs and turns around, throwing his hands in the air, raising his voice to his sister.

Argento: What Lili?!!.. What??!! What is it that has you grabbing me like that and stopping me from going into the arena??!!

She frowns as she hears the intensity in his voice, and shakes her head slowly.

Lili: What has gotten into you Michael? You're not eating right, you're not sleeping, and you've never... EVER driven like that. It's like you're some pod person from the planet Mars or something!!

Argento rolls his eyes and bites his bottom lip for a moment before he pulls his arm from Lili's grip a bit roughly.

Argento: Maybe you don't know me aws well as you thought you did Lili.

Lili gasps as she hears that and looks up in her brother's eyes.

Lili: What?! How can you say that?! It's been just you and me against EVERYONE for so long... how can I NOT know you?!!

Argento shrugs and tugs at the bottom of his sports coat to straighten it out, then adjusts the cuffs. When he looks back at Lili, he lifts an eyebrow at her.

Argento: Maybe I'm different because I have someone new in my life and you're jealous of the fact that it's not just me and you anymore.

Lili looks at her brother shocked, then throws her head back and laughs.

Lili: And just who are you talking about being in your life? That undead monster, Gothika who tried to suck the life out of you a few weeks ago when you went out to a club?

Argento frowns and points at his sister in the face.

Argento: Watch it Lili!! Don't you DARE!! Don't speak that way about Gothika! You weren't there! You don't' know the circumstances of what happened...

Lili slaps Argento's hand out of her face and frowns back.

Lili: I'll speak however the hell I want Michael!! That blood sucking bitch sent you home half drained of blood!! You were white as a sheet! It took you DAYS to recuperate, and you haven't seen hide nor hair of her since the last Climax Control that she had a match!

Argento grabs Lili's wrist, and she looks down at his hand in shock before she looks back up at him.

Lili: Let go of me, Michael!!

Argento lifts her wrist up in the air, then drops it and she rubs it slowly as he points at her again.

Argento: Why do you think I'm here? I need to make sure she's alright! Besides... I didn't say I wanted you to come with me anyways. You just threw yourself into my business again... Just like every time I get a new lady in my life!

Lili's eyes start to tear up and her bottom lip starts to tremble and Argento sees it and suddenly his temper cools.

Argento: Lili... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to be that harsh...

Lili doesn't listen. She just shakes her head and storms off as Argento starts after her.

Argento: Lili... Lili wait! I didn't mean it... Come on sis!!

Lili turns around, and wipes stray tears from her eyes.

Lili: I don't even know you anymore Michael...

She takes off running and Argento stops chasing her, sighing heavily as he runs a hand through his hair.

Argento: Shit... That went over like a sack of lead bricks...

Argento heads off through the arena after his sister.

Adams: Here come the Bombshells, Belinda! And lots of them!

Simone: Oh brother. Do we have the medics on stand by?

Adams: I sure hope so! I'm sure one of these ladies is going to need it!

Simone: I meant for you, dippy. You're going to give yourself a heart attack.

Misty, Roxanne, The Fallen, Necra Octavian Kane, Amy Marshall, Joanne Canelli, Amanda Cortez and Laura Jackson are already surrounding the ring. Each one of them has a wicked smile on their face as they lean against the sides of the ring.

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman our next match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Four Corners Lumberjill Match!

The crowd cheers but as the ladies of Team Erik raise their arms arrogantly, they receive a vicious round of booing.

Justin Decent: Introducing first from Portland, Oregon. Weighing in at 120lbs...Becky "Ragdoll" Jones!!!

"Lollipop" by Framing Hanley begins to play as Becky appears at the top of the entrance ramp wearing an open leather jacket over her ring gear. She runs to one side punching the air and generally taunts the crowd as she quickly makes her way down the ramp, stopping a few feet away from the ring as the ladies of Team Erik glare at her sadistically. She eyes them cautiously as they practically begin stalking her.

Simone: Oh come on! They won't even let her in the ring! Would someone pull these guard dogs away so Becky can get in the ring?

Inside the ring, referee Drew Patton does nothing as Misty, Roxanne and Amy Marshall stand at the end of the ramp with the rest of the ladies surrounding every inch of the ring, and Becky backs away down the ramp a few feet further, not sure of what to do. Just then her music dies down and the lights dim fast and the charging riff of "Through My Eyes" by Threat Signal tears the PA system a new one, and Jessie Salco comes dashing from behind the curtain and down the ramp, followed by her brother, Jake.

Justin: Introducing next from Miami, Florida...Weighing in at 120lbs...being accompanied to the ring by her brother, Jake...Jessie Salco!!!

Jessie and Jake dart down the ramp and to Becky's side, as Misty, Roxanne and Amy remain where they are and all eyes are locked on two of the ladies of Team SCW. Jessie begins shouting at Misty and Amy, and the two look at each other and laugh, before daring Jessie to take another step forward. Jake stands in front of his sister and Becky protectively, and Misty suddenly shakes her head, pointing to him, before she turns around, calling for Drew.

Adams: What is she doing?

Simone: Your guess is as good as mine, Jason, but when it comes to Misty, I can only imagine. Drew is absolutely despicable for letting this display continue.

Misty jumps onto the ring apron for a moment and begins saying something to Drew, continuing to point at Jessie's brother. Drew nods affirmatively a few times, as Jessie, Jake and Becky watch on curiously as Drew walks over to Justin Decent, relaying a message, and Misty jumps down from the ring apron with a satisfied smirk.

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman...Referee Drew Patton has just order that Jake Salco be banned from ringside for the duration of this match! Should he ignore this order, Jessie Salco will be disqualified and ordered backstage!

The crowd boos loudly as Jessie looks furious! She's ready to attack the ladies of Team Erik, but Jake holds her back, and says it will be alright. Jessie argues a bit, but Jake has no choice but to head backstage. Jessie gives Misty the finger, and the Bombshell Champion only shrugs with a smug look on her face.

The arena then goes black once more as purple lights fill the arena. "The Ruler and the Killer" by Kid Cudi starts to blare from the loudspeaker and soon after, Karina Koji appears from behind the curtain.

Justin Decent: Introducing next from the Carpathian Mountains, Romania..Weighing in at 116lbs...Karina Koji!!!

She stares down the ramp, seemingly unaware of the audience at first. Her oversized hoodie hides most of her face and she is dragging a large metal bat behind her as she makes her slow walk down the ramp, stopping next to Becky and Jessie. Amanda and Necra each walk up and stand next to Misty, Roxanne and Amy as their protective line only grows further, keeping the real participants of this match at bay.

Simone: This is ridiculous! The way this is going, this match is never even going to start! No matter what, Team SCW is outnumbered either way! Can't Mark do something about this?

Adams: My guess is a big fat no.

Karina lowers her hood, and begins tapping the bat against the metal ramp, glaring around at her enemies. She doesn't say a single word as she quietly and eerily dares them to take a step forward, but they don't. They stay right where they are, not intimidated, but not daring to challenge Karina or that metal bat...yet.

Karina's music dies down at the throbbing beat of "You're Going Down" by Sick Puppies is heard, and just like Jessie, Vixen dashes out from behind the curtain and the crowd goes wild!

Justin Decent: And finally from Ottawa Ontario, Canada...Weighing in at 128lbs...Vixen!!!

Adams: Foxy lady coming through!

Vixen bolts down the ramp, charging right to the ladies of Team Erik...Misty specifically! She dashes past her team mates on Team SCW, and opponents for this match, and runs right at Misty. Becky, Jessie and Karina stand there for a moment, stunned, but as Vixen attacks alone, they take the hint! Misty gently pushes Roxanne, Amy and the others aside preparing for Vixen, yet her own preparations don't help her as Vixen spears her right against the side of the ring and all hell breaks lose!

Simone: I don't believe this! The match hasn't even started and we've already got a damn brawl out here!

Adams: Huh? What did you say?

Misty shoves Vixen away and Roxanne and Necra grab a hold of her as Misty begins assaulting her. Becky, Jessie and Karina charge down the ramp to defend her. Jessie and Becky take on The Fallen and Karina bravely takes on Amanda and Laura, as Misty, Roxanne and Amy continue their three on one assault of Vixen, and referee Drew Patton watches on, doing absolutely nothing.

Simone: Come on Drew! Do your damn job!

Adams: I think he's waiting for that. How is he supposed to officiate a match that hasn't even started?

Simone: He can MAKE it start, damn it!

The lumberjills of Team Erik simply overpower the ladies of Team SCW, and when all is said and done, they slide each woman into the ring, one by one, smiling proudly at the chaos they have caused. Once all four women are in the ring, Drew FINALLY calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: Oh, sure...This shouldn't make his job difficult now! Look at all four of the Bombshells in the match!

Jessie, Becky, Vixen and Karina are all spread around the ring, feeling the effects of each of their beat downs at the hands of the lumberjills. Vixen is crawling her way to the ropes, as Becky and Jessie are near one of the corners and Karina is leaning against the opposite side of ropes. The ladies of team Erik look on intently, proud of what they have done. Vixen is the first to get back to her feet as she glares at Misty on the outside of the ring. Misty yells at her to pay attention to the match, and in a show of respect, Vixen walks over to each of her opponents(and Team SCW teammates) and helps them back to their feet! All four ladies stand united, if only for a short moment, looking around the ring and the Team Erik lumberjills, and the crowd cheers them on.

Adams: Are they going to fight each other or Team Erik here?! Do something ladies!

Simone: You've gotta have some respect for each of these four women, Jason as they show respect for one another. They knew heading into this match that the bigger problem would be the lumberjills.

After a few moments of looking around at the enforcers on the outside of the ring, Becky, Jessie, Vixen and Karina turn their attention back to one another, ready to get this match started. Not a word is spoken between them as they look around at one another. Misty shouts to them, and this causes Vixen walk over right in front of her, trying to get at her through the ropes, but Misty quickly backs away laughing. As Vixen has her back turned, Becky takes the opportunity to catch her in a quick roll up, looking to end this one before it even started! Drew drops down for the very quick count!

Adams: Umm...Vixen may want to turn around!

Karina reaches her hand out and taps Vixen on the shoulder and Vixen spins around to see the creepy look Karina is giving her. Vixen tries to talk some sense into her, pointing around at the lumberjills on the outside, but Karina begins shaking her head, tilting it as she stares at Vixen. Vixen places a hand on her shoulder, trying to talk to her calmly and this causes Karina to snap! She ducks yanks her shoulder away from Vixen and goes to punch Vixen, but Vixen quickly ducks and charges past Karina, but Karina grabs Vixen by the hair, yanking it and pulling her down to the mat! Karina pounces on top of Vixen and begins her assault, as Drew looks between to two dueling pairs of ladies, and the lumberjills watch on proudly.

Simone: Team Erik's ladies are real happy now, aren't they? I bet this is what they wanted.

Adams: Divide and conquer!

Vixen manages to flip Karina up and off of her, giving her a quick chance to get back to her feet, and just as she does, Becky attempted to Irish whip Jessie against the ropes, but instead, Jessie collided with Vixen, and the two crash down to the mat. The lumberjills look on and laugh, and Karina is back to her feet with Becky behind her. Becky goes to spin Karina around, but Karina delivers a hard elbow to Becky's face, and whips her against the ropes. As Becky bounces against the ropes, Amy Marshall takes it upon herself to jump up and pull one of the ropes down, causing Becky to fall through the ropes and to the outside of the ring!

Simone: Oh real smooth! How is that fair?!

Adams: It wasn't...that's the point.

Amy, Amanda and Laura quickly begin their assault on Becky and Karina takes the opportunity to climb her way to the top rope, as the crowd cheers her on. She flies off of the top turnbuckle, crashing against all three of the Team Erik ladies, and chaos ensues once again as Necra and Roxanne head over to the mess and another brawl breaks out.

Meanwhile inside the ring, Jessie and Vixen were engaged in a friendly fight until they witnessed the brawl begin. They shove each other away and when Vixen spots Misty heading over to the melee on the outside, she moves fast! Vixen flies through the ropes, crashing against Misty and into the barricades!

Adams: This match is really making me dizzy.

Simone: And its making me sick to my stomach!

Vixen begins her assault on the Bombshell Champion, as Jessie comes flying off the top turnbuckle, crashing against both members of the Fallen! As Amanda and Laura continue their assault on Becky and Karina, Amy walks around the ring and grabs...Karina's metal bat! She slams it against the steel steps a couple times, the sound echoing throughout the building as she heads back over to the mess, looking for the right moment.

Simone: What is she going to do with that?

Adams: Isn't it obvious? She wants to play baseball!

Simone: Oh shut up you idiot!

Amanda and Laura take Becky and slide her back inside the ring and when they are about to do the same with Karina, Amy shouts at them to stop. Amy runs up behind Karina, swinging the bat back, and hitting her hard in the back of the knee, and Karina crumples to the floor, holding her knee in agony! Amy tosses the bat down and grabs Karina, throwing her back inside the ring, as Jessie fights Raynin and Gothika and Vixen keeps pummeling Misty. Inside the ring, Karina is holding her knee, rolling around the ring in pain as Becky is on her knees, looking on. Drew isn't even checking on Karina, as he stands around, letting this mess continue. Becky notices that everyone on the outside is preoccupied and distracted, and has a clear advantage with an injured Karina right in front of her She scrambles over to Karina and goes for the pin attempt, but Karina somehow manages to quickly counter its!

Simone: Wolf Bite! Karina has the Wolf Bite locked in!

Karina is clearly hurting herself more in the process as she has the submission move locked in and ultimately, Becky Jones begins tapping out, and Drew calls for the bell!

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman...your winner by submission...KARINA KOJI!!

Karina releases the hold, but the damage to her may be far greater than to Becky as she holds her knee once again. Vixen and Jessie look on, shocked at what just happened, temporarily distracted from their own feuds with the members of Team Erik. Misty attacks Vixen from behind, hitting her in the back of the head with a hard elbow, before she slides her back in the ring, and The Fallen quickly do the same with Jessie Salco, and the members of Team Erik quickly make their leave from ringside, looking at the mess in the ring, though Jessie and Vixen are checking on Karina, calling for help. Medical staff quickly runs down the ramp to check on Karina as Vixen glares at Misty.

Simone: This is just wrong...Karina won the match, but who knows the shape her knee is in right now! Absolutely sickening!

Backstage, James Huntington Hawkes III is standing next to Simpson, an angry look on his face.

JHHIII: They're treating me like a joke Simpson, and that Erik guy is breaking every promise he made to me. He said he would get me a Roulette title shot, but he hasn't, he said he would turn me in to a star, but he's too busy with Kevin Carter to turn me in to a star!

James looks across, off camera.

JHHIII: Time for change Simpson.

James runs behind the camera. The camera turns around to see Hot Stuff Mark Ward on the phone.

HS: Yes Kain, looking forward to it. Say hi to Ariel for me.

JHHIII: Mr Hot Stuff.

Hot Stuff turns to look at James.

HS: Ah, is this another set up from you and team Erik?

JHHIII: No, I want to talk. I'm not happy.

HS: So which one are you? Dopey, Grumpy, Sleepy, Sneezy, Bashful or Doc?

JHHIII: Not funny.

HS: Yeah it is.

JHHIII: It's not. I'm not happy, Team Erik treat me like crap, I'm sick of it!

A smile crosses Hot Stuff's face.

JHHIII: I want more respect and people won't give it to me.

Hot Stuff leans in.

HS: So you want me to give you respect.

JHHIII: No... well yes, I want to be a star.

HS: Nothing comes for free Sneezy, ever heard the term you scratch my back, I'll scratch yours?

JHHIII: Ummmm

HS: Have Snow White over there explain it to you and get back to me, ok.

Hot Stuff points towards Simpson and walks away as Simpson walks towards James.

JHHIII: What did he mean by that?

Simpson: You give him something he wants, and he'll give you something you want sir.

JHHIII: O... k.....

The scene fades to a confused looking James.

The scene cuts back to ringside as the fans anxiously wait in their seats when suddenly the PA system comes alive with "Cocky" by Kid Rock, drawing a mixed reaction of cheers and boos from the crowd. A few moments later, the curtain opens up and out walks Nick Jones wearing a rather expensive-looking suit. As Nick walks out onto the top of the ramp, he seems to be moving with a bit of a limp.

Simone: It looks like Nick is still feeling the after-effects of that injury he suffered at Hostile Takeover.

Adams: Yeah, he seems to be able to move around on his own alright, but it sure looks like it's not quite fully healed yet. It's probably good he doesn't have a match tonight.

Nick continues his way down the ramp and as he gets to the ring, slowly climbs his way up the steel steps and across the ring apron. Nick then climbs into the ring and walks right up to Justin Decent, who is quick to hand over his microphone and climb out of the ring. Nick then turns towards the audience and waits as his music eventually is cut off. Nick goes to wait, but stops for a moment to listen to the interesting mix of boos and cheers coming from the crowd. He shakes it off before eventually speaking.

Nick: I think it's about damn time everyone around here gets their facts straight.

That comment draws a few boos, but Nick ignores it as he continues on.

Nick: It seems like everyone around here keeps wanting to assign this greater meaning to all of my actions lately; whether it's the staff, the fans or those dipshit commentators.

Adams: I think he's talking about you.

Simone: Well I think he's a horses ass.

Adams: That's not very nice!

Nick: But the bottom line is, it's all a load of shit. There is no greater deeper meaning hidden behind everything I do. It's all right there in front of the world for everyone to see. I'm here to tell you quite simply, my actions have one, and only one point and purpose to them. My actions only have one motivating factor to them. My actions only have one meaning behind them. The answer always was, always is, and always will be... me.

The crowd responds with a much more distinct set of boos for Nick as he continues to speak.

Nick: It's true, my greatest concern of all, whether it is inside of the ring or outside of it, is me. I'm all about Nick Jones and nothing but Nick Jones.

Nick chuckles as the boos get louder and louder.

Nick: And thanks for showing the world the exact reason why. Because you useless nobodies aren't worth an ounce of my effort. And that goes for you just about every single lifelong loser sitting backstage right now too. You want to know what great meaning there was behind me stepping into that ring with Tom Dudely at Hostile Takeover? It's simple really, I just wanted to kick the ever-loving crap out of him, and I did exactly that. Now you may ask, why did I want to do that? Because Tom is nothing but a back-stabbing coward and I wanted nothing more than to put that little shit in his place.

Some cheers start to come back for Nick now, but he doesn't even acknowledge it.

Nick: Let's be perfectly clear about something. My desire to kick Tom's ass had nothing to do with who Tom was associated with, what team he was on or any of that other bullshit that people want to make this all about or can't shut the hell up about lately. It was about me, Tom and not one single other damn person. It should be pretty obvious that I'm not the only one who feels this way considering that tonight, my good buddy Jordan is going to get his shot at beating the living crap out of that sniveling coward too.

The crowd now bursts into cheers at this comment, which brings a look of disgust to Nick's face.

Nick: At least you morons are smart enough to know to hate that piece of trash, but trust me when I tell you, the very last thing I care about around here is the support of you useless piles of crap.

The tide quickly changes to loud boos from the crowd, bringing a smile to Nick's face.

Nick: As far as my so-called "alignment" or whatever nonsensical crap you all want to ramble on about, if you really want some evidence, which will point to the fact that I'm on absolutely no one's side but my own, all you need to do is simply to take a look at the biggest news in the entire wrestling world this week. Because you see, unless you're living under a rock, you saw the announcement of NeWA Lord of the Ring card. More than that, you saw the announcement of that show's main event. Screw that stupid team royal rumble nonsense, I'm talking about how the FORMER SCW Champion Spike Staggs...

The fans cheer at the mention of Spike's name, causing Nick to roll his eyes before continuing.

Nick: ... whatever, anyway, as I was saying... he will defend, and don't ask me how the hell this ever happened that he holds this, the NeWA World Heavyweight Championship. Against who you might be asking yourself? Oh that's right, he defends that belt against the #1 Contender, yours truly, the one and only... Nick Jones.

Another mixed reaction comes from the crowd in response to this.

Nick: Let's take a quick trip down memory lane shall we? As I'm sure you all remember quite well, I beat Spike the very first time the two of us met in an SCW ring, as I dominated over this company as the SCW Heavyweight Champion. Of course, even despite losing his title shot, I guess it helps being related to someone on the staff, because before you know it he's getting another shot at MY belt. Now let's be honest here, everyone knows I should have beaten Spike the second time around as well, but Spike managed to steal some nonsensical victory away from me and run off with my title.

More boos come from the crowd as Nick continues.

Nick: But that's not all. Oh no, no. The only reason Spike even had my SCW title as long as he did is because of one very simple reason... I never got my rematch. Jordan of course took care of business the moment he was given a chance, so at least the belt is back with someone who actually deserves it. As far as my issues with Spike, well now is the time to right all those wrongs. When all is said and done, I'm going to show everyone out there that Nick Jones is really all about Nick Jones. Sure, I've got a few friends around here, and I'll always have their backs, but when it comes to all these stupid little teams and who's on who's side? I could give less of a crap. I didn't give a crap what team Tom was on, I don't give a crap what team Spike is on, and I really could care less what team anyone else is on. All that matters is, when all is said and done, nothing will stop me from stepping into that ring against Spike, and nothing will stop him from walking out as...

Before Nick can even finish his thought, he is cut off as the PA system comes alive as "Where Eagles Dare" by The Misfits starts to blast throughout the arena and the fans erupt into a loud chorus of boos.

Simone: I think this is about to get just a little more interesting.

Adams: Erik must have forgot to tell Nick something the last time they talked... and the time before that.

Simone: Whatever that is, Nick already looks none too happy about this.

As Erik makes his way down to the ring, Nick is watching him with a scowl on his face, seeming to be a bit displeased with the fact that he was interrupted. Erik walks into the ring with his usual clipboard in hand, setting it on the turnbuckle nearest to him before walking over to the other side of the ring where he retrieves a microphone. He saunters past Nick and points to them as if to say “Now that is how you get a reaction.” He sits still for a moment, allowing the booing to die down before raising the microphone to his lips.

Erik: Let me address one tiny issue before I continue. The only reason Spike ever got close to the title which should rightfully be yours is because his lips were so far up Christian Underwood’s ass he was kissing the back of his teeth. The one and only thing Mark and I ever agreed on was this very fact, but what can we do? It seems that favoritism earns title shots, not skill...

Erik shrugs his shoulders as the fans boo. They start a Spike chant, but Erik isn’t having it this time. He loudly clears his throat into the microphone before continuing on.

Erik: While that needed to be said, I could give a shit less about that sniveling, over-grown brat. I came out here to address you, Mr. Jones. You see, it is no mere coincidence that you are getting this shot as soon as I am gaining power around here. I believe that hard work and determination should be rewarded, and so it was reflected in our rankings, and passed along to Mr. Batee himself... anonymously if you will *wink wink* I am not coming out here to pat you on the back though. Ohhh no, no, no...

Erik looks over at Nick who is about to raise the microphone to his lips, but Erik holds a hand up in his direction which elicits an annoyed glare from Nick. Erik holds his hand there for a moment to get his point across before he continues.

Erik: I came out here to ask you... Why are you such an idiot, Nick? Why? Now hold on before you boil over and have your minions attack me gang up style. It is a legitimate question. Every week, some big tough jerk off comes out here talking about how I am a powerless, cowardly, lying, moronic, “douche canoe” who isn’t capable of doing anything but fetching Mark Ward his coffee. They go on to say that the rebels are worthless and idiotic for following me. Those same people wind up getting their teeth knocked down their damned throats, and yet they are still lining up to defy me. Things are changing around here, Nick. Even my nephew, the self righteous prick he is...

Nick: It must run in the family...

Erik goes to stop him, but only matches it with a smile and a nod of agreement. He shrugs his shoulders before continuing on.

Erik: Even Spike Staggs jumped off of that burning ship, Nick. Even Mr. Do Right abandoned that cause. And it is because he realized it was useless. Maybe the boy inherited a few brain cells from our side of the family after all... See, you are in a predicament here, Nick. You have so much to gain, and you have taken so much abuse because you won’t join Mark’s anti-crusade, You are the prime example of why things need to change. You have been screwed out of your rematch, and you will continue to get pushed down in favor of Jordan Williams, which is slightly less embarrassing as being forced to sit in the shadows of Spike for five months. Since Tom saw the light, it is now your turn to be Mark’s bitch boy, and you don’t have the balls to stand up to him, do you? Do you?! Are you an idiot like Spike was? Like Kain is? Are you stupid?

The anger clearly starts to boil over with Nick as his face turns red while he stares down Erik. Nick raises the microphone up to his mouth but then stops, lowering it again as he starts to pace back and forth, rather quickly, all while keep his eyes constantly locked on Erik. Erik just watches Nick without showing a shred of emotion on his face, seeming to be interested in what Nick will do next. Nick eventually comes to a dead stop right in front of Erik, as the two men stand face to face with Nick staring straight into his eyes. Nick then lifts the microphone back up to his mouth and opens his mouth, but not a single word comes out from it.

Adams: It looks like Nick is left speechless!

Simone: Wow, I guess miracles really can happen.

Nick throws the microphone down on the mat and goes to turn away, causing some boos from the crowd as a huge smile forms across the face of Erik. Nick then stops in his tracks after getting a few steps away, and suddenly spins around and rears his arm back, looking ready to swing. However, Erik reacts quickly, dropping down to the mat and rolling out of the ring before Nick can get to him. Erik retreats up the ramp, looking back down to the ring at Nick the entire time with a smile on his face as taps himself on the side of the head, suggesting he's too smart for Nick. All the while, Nick stands right up against the ropes, staring down Erik with a look of fury in his eyes.

Simone: I think Erik really thought he had convinced Nick of what he was saying. For a second there, he very well may have, but instead it looks like he just made himself another enemy.

Adams: He's really good at that, huh?

Simone: I'd say it's one of his greatest strengths.

Lili is walking through the backstage area looking a little nervous. She's still wiping stray tears from her eyes. She walks up to a familiar door and takes a deep breath before she knocks. She almost jumps in the air when she hears a deep voice say "Enter". She swallows hard before she walks into the room and stops in front of Mark Ward's Desk. He looks up at her and smiles.

HS: Lili. It's strange to see you not with your brother. What can I do for you?

Mark gestures for her to sit across from him and she takes a seat with a sniff and pulls out a wad of tissues from her pocket and wipes her nose.

Lili: I normally wouldn't bother you with something like this... But it's my brother.

Lili breaks down into tears again and mark looks at her concerned. He leans forward and slides a box of Kleenex across the desk towards her.

HS: I know he's been a little off of his game lately, but I didn't think it would be anything to bring you to tears...

Lili sighs heavily and flips her hair out of her eyes, and as she speaks, her emotions get the better of her.

Lili: No... It's not his matches... It's... Well, it's him! Argento... He... He's acting so strange! And I know it has something to do with that... that sangue indietro puttana ladra cagna!

She brings her fist down on the desk and sits there, breathing heavily as she tries to regain control of herself. Mark's eyebrows raise at the intensity in Lili. He picks up the pencil holder that was knocked over as she'd hit the desk and gives her a moment to compose herself.

HS: Well now!... I didn't understand the last bit, but I could tell it wasn't anything nice...

Lili rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath, blowing it out slowly.

Lili: I said blood back whore thief bitch.

Mark nods slowly and sighs heavily.

HS: Aahh. I see. You're speaking of Gothika I presume.

Lili lifts her hand to bring it down on the desk again and Mark holds his hand out to stop her motion.

HS: Now before you take everything out on my highly expensive custom furniture... Why don't you tell me what's going on...

Lili pulls a few more tissues from the box and settles in to tell her story to Mark. ----------

Meanwhile... Argento is walking around backstage looking agitated. He stops a stagehand who is walking past with a clipboard.

Argento: Hey... Have you seen my sister?

The stagehand shrugs and shakes his head and moves to walk away, but Argento stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

Argento: I wasn't done talking to you. Have you seen Gothika?

The stagehand shakes his head and walks away from Argento who frowns and starts to follow him.

Argento: Hey!! I said I wasn't done talking to you!!

The stagehand starts to walk away a little faster, but Argento is keeping up with him.

Argento: How dare you disrespect me like this you snotty little piece of...

Another stagehand comes walking the other way, this one on a radio, relaying directions to others and Argento spins around and tries to stop him.

Argento: Hey!! Hey... you there with the radio!! Hold up! I need to talk to you!!

The stagehand stops and turns around and smiles at Argento.

Stagehand: Hi there Argento! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be off for this show.

Argento rubs his chin slowly and looks a little sheepish.

Argento: Yeah, I know I am, but I came here to see someone. Have you seen my sister?

The stagehand nods slowly, then lifts a finger when the radio chirps in his ear.

Stagehand: Just a second please... Go for three... Good, those go around to stage right... No, your other right... Yeah, by the scaffolding.

The stagehand turns back to Argento and looks apologetic.

Stagehand: Sorry, you know it's like a hive of honey bees right now. You were asking about your sister, right?

Argento nods and the stagehand holds up his hands.

Stagehand: I haven't seen her personally, but I've got a group out there that's been all over the arena. Don't worry, someone's sure to have seen her. Give me a minute, and I'll ask...

The Stagehand flicks a button on his radio and clears his throat.

Stagehand: Tango Alpha Foxtrot... Tango Alpha Foxtrot... We've got a code 459. I repeat, a code 459. I need eyes on Lili, come back.

The radio chirps and a garbled reply is heard, and the stagehand nods slowly.

Stagehand: Charlie Umbrella Gopher. Out.

He turns back at Argento who is shaking his head, looking confused.

Argento: What the what??!!

The stagehand smiles and shrugs.

Stagehand: Your sister was seen walking towards management offices. I'm sure she's over there somewhere.

Argento runs a hand through his hair and sighs heavily.

Argento: Thanks... That's a weight off of my shoulders. I was kinda scared she might have hopped in the car and left me here. But now I have something more important to ask... Have you seen Gothika?

The stagehand shakes his head and frowns.

Stagehand: I didn't think she was due to come in, but I'll see if we can locate her.

The Stagehand goes to flick a button on his radio but Argento holds out a hand and shakes his head.

Argento: No... no nevermind... I'll try to find her myself. Thanks.

Argento walks off again in search of Gothika.

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: His partner is from Galveston, Texas, weighing 245 pounds ... 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: Their partner is from Los Angeles, California, weighing 110 pounds ... 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. Now she rests her arms on the top rope and one foot on the bottom rope and waits for her opponent to come to the ring. It seems that she's completely relaxed and doesn't care about what happens here, but as she sees her opponent come down to the ring, a cold and deadly glare comes into her pretty face. She's completely focused and willing to destroy her enemy completely.

Justin: Introducing their opponents! From Queensland, Australia, weighing 126 pounds ... Odette Ryder!

“Oooh whatcha gonna now? Whatcha gonna do when the rhythm comes kickin you?” as the spine tingling sounds of Dimestone Hood blares across the personal address system the SCW arena fills with darkness. The sound of cheers can be heard as the majority of the male fans start hooting and hollering as they await the arrival of one of their favourite bombshells to emerge from behind the thick black stage curtain. “Breath life a disease gonna get you, off of me” as the lights start to flicker bright shades of blue, the curtain starts to open and slowly Odette’s dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp. Biting her bottom lip Odette surveys the crowded arena, whilst simply placing her hands down by her side. Starting her short journey down the cold steel ramp Odette’s skin is covered in goose bumps as the crowd is cheering in appreciation. Sliding into the ring under the bottom rope the camera man can’t help but try to get a sneaky look down the front of Odette’s super tight top, noticing this Odette gives the camera a cheeky smirk. Jumping up to her feet she walks over towards the ropes, turning sharply just before reaching them, Odette hooks her arms around the top rope using the curves from her elbows. Pushing back on the ropes Odette’s piercing green eyes focus up towards the ramp as she awaits the arrival of her tag team partners as ‘Blood in my eyes’ fades from the PA system.

Justin: Her partners are accompanied to the ring by Synn! At a total combined weight of 426 pounds, Gabriel and Despayre ... SINFUL OBSESSION!

"The paranoia is in bloom, the PR
The transmissions will resume
They'll try to push drugs
Keep us all dumbed down and hope that
We will never see the truth around
So come on!

Another promise, another scene, another
A package not to keep us trapped in greed
With all the green belts wrapped around our minds
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined
So come on!

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious"

The pulsating beat of Muse's "Uprising" suddenly begins to play over the public address system of the arena and the crowd is on it's feet as atop the stage appears the tag team of Sinful Obsession aka Gabriel and Despayre, accompanied by the enigmatic Synn. Gabriel raises his hands up to the rafters as Despayre holds his teddy bear Angel up for everyone to see.

The group begins their descent down the ramp and towards the squared circle as the multitude of fans reach out to them on all sides. Gabriel slaps a hand or two along the way but his intent is solely on the ring ahead while Despayre holds Angel's paws and uses them to slap the hands reaching out to him, avoiding the touch himself. Synn hops up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for both of his men to step through and then sets foot inside himself. Synn then takes both men and brings Gabriel and Despayre back to their corner to wait for the start of the match.

Simone: This match has all the makings of a classic, if I can use an old wrestling cliche'. On both teams you have two of the top Bombshells in the SCW, and also on one side you have the former SCW Tag Team Champions, and on the opposite side, the current NWA World Tag Team Champions!

Adams: It's also all about the big war! Team SCW versus Team Erik!

Simone: Indeed it is. Thus far Team Erik has almost all the cards in his favor as all of the Bombshell Championships are on the side of Team Erik. We thought they also had the SCW Heavyweight title in their corner until Jordan Williams had the title returned to him.

Adams: That explains why Kevin Carter looks so miserable. And here I thought he was constipated.

Amanda sets foot out onto the apron and her partners are debating over who is to begin the match for their side, either Ace or Kevin. Kevin holds up his hands and takes a step back. Ace starts over when Kevin grabs him and shoves him back into their corner and he charges across the ring and attacks Gabriel, deciding for himself who would begin for Team SCW! The bell rings!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "The World Belongs To Me" by My Darkest Days begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, the enigmatic figures of Misty and her disciples, fully cloaked in black robes emerge from backstage. Damien, Dante, Sebastian and Zane surround her protectively with Ruby following behind them. They slowly and methodically walk their way to the ring, ignoring the boos from the crowd. Once to the ring, Damien, Dante Sebastian and Zane enter the ring first. Misty waits at the bottom of the steps as Ruby walks past her, joining the brothers in the ring. She sits on the 2nd rope as Misty walks up the steps, then enters the ring with Ruby's assistance. Misty walks to the center of the ring, standing in between her disciples and holds her arms out. Ruby walks up behind her and removes Misty's robe, as their Queen looks around the crowd, smiling sadistically without a care. Misty's disciples bow to their leader, before exiting the ring, standing around the ring in support of their queen, as her music dies down and the lights return.

Justin Decent: And her opponent, hailing from Tampa, Florida. Standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 132 pounds, she is… ROXI JOHNSON!!!

Roxi raises her arms up in the air, getting the audience behind her. Misty scowls at this display, charging at Roxi with every bit of energy she has. She collides with Roxi, pounding her into the turnbuckle in a furious display of power on her part. She screeches at Roxi as she reaches down and picks her legs up. She tugs at Roxi, who holds onto the ropes with everything she has. Misty tries pulling her off into a Sitdown Powerbomb, but Roxi reaches her leg up and cracks Misty over the top of her head with it. Misty loosens her grip, and Roxi repeats the move, breaking free. Misty clinches her jaw in anger as she tries charging her once more. Roxi ducks down, allowing Misty to collide with the top turnbuckle. Roxi spins her around in her own fury and begins laying in punch after punch to her opponent.

Simone: Right out of the gate, Roxi Johnson has the advantage. She has a lot to prove, even thought she did very well in the Bombshell Mega Match.

Adams: She performed very well, hitting some very impressive spots inside of that cage.

Simone: Her team fell just a little short, but she is out to prove she is still a possible contender for Misty’s title.

Misty lets out a screech and breaks away from Roxi’s attack. She slaps Roxi across the face, shouting at her, only for Roxi to slap her right back. Misty refuses to take it and she slaps her right back. Roxi spins around, and on the rebound gets Misty right back just as ferociously. Misty reaches around and rakes at Roxi’s eyes. As Roxi grips her face in agony, Misty grabs onto her hair, tangling her fingers in it. She shakes Roxi around from side to side as Referee Jasmine St. John tells her to break it. Misty looks over at her and spits proverbial venom at her before taking Roxi and tossing her across the ring with a Hair Biel. She rakes the hair from between her fingers. As Roxi gets up, Misty charges at her with a clothesline. As Roxi gets back up, Misty hits another, and then another. On the last one, she drops down and begins hammering away at Roxi. She gives up and resorts to choking Roxi. Roxi grabs onto the ropes for a break, despite the illegal maneuver, but Misty won’t give up. Jasmine tries her best to get Misty off of Roxi, but the Queen just refuses.

Simone: Of course Misty has to cheat in order to stop the massacre that Roxi is putting down on her.

Adams: Cheating is not below the Queen. She is Team Erik where that seems to be a staple!

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Misty claps her thighs together, crushing Roxi’s head in the process. She rolls backwards and both women get to their feet. Misty goes for another Clothesline, but Roxi ducks it and swings around with a spinning heel kick to Misty that makes her stumble back. Roxi bounces off of the ropes, but Misty picks her up into the air. Roxi clings on and swings down with Whirly Bird Head Scissors that sends Misty rolling across the ring. Misty holds onto her back as Roxi walks over to Misty. She bends down to pick Misty up, but Misty trips her up, landing her across the middle rope. Misty quickly gets up and steps back a few paces. She charges forward and drops her knee over the back of Roxi’s head. She grinds down on Roxi, choking her on the rope. Jasmine tries to break the hold, but Misty shoves her back!

Simone: Ohhhh, bad move there by our *air quote* Queen…

Adams: Jasmine is not happy about that one. She just pulled Misty off of Roxi Johnson with force.

Misty looks up at the ceiling laughing. Jasmine scolds her and Misty rears her hand back to slap Jasmine, but Roxi is right there to stop her. She spins Misty around, but Misty catches her with a chop. She sends Roxi flying across the ring with an Irish Whip, and then she rebounds, Misty comes flying off of the ropes with a Flying Plancha to Roxi that levels both competitors. Misty instinctively hooks the leg and Jasmine drops down for the count.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Adams: Barely a two and the Queen shows why she represents the SCW Bombshell division with pride.

Simone: And both ladies are quickly back to their feet. Despite what people might think of Misty, both women are putting on a Main Event quality match here.

Roxi takes a few steps back, never taking her eyes off of Misty, but Misty does the same, stalking her prey. Misty charges toward Roxi, but Roxi lifts her into the air. As Misty rises up, she breaks free of Roxi’s grip and flips back, planting a Dropkick to Roxi’s chest and sending her backwards. Roxi slides to the edge of the ring, sliding out for just a second to collect her thoughts. Roxi nods her head before playing to the fans once again, but Misty charges at her, readying herself to launch over the top rope. She sees Roxi moving, so she stops, but Roxi climbs onto the apron. They both exchange blows to each other, getting the fans riled up around them. Roxi hits a shoulder butt to Misty. Misty returns with a club to the back of Roxi. She hits one more and then tries lifting Roxi up for a Vertical Suplex. Roxi kicks her legs, landing back on the apron. She tries to repeat the maneuver to Misty, but Misty only gets half way up before grounding herself. She knees Roxi in the stomach and tries one more time, lifting Roxi up into the picture perfect Vertical Suplex position, only for Roxi to flip back. Misty growls and turns around with an elbow, but Roxi does the splits, avoiding it.

Adams: In order to be a real superhero, you gotta have flexibility like that…

Simone: Ugh, you are such a pig. I will admit that we just saw amazing agility by the Roxi Johnson there.

As Misty spins around, Roxi tucks her head between Misty’s legs. She flips up and surprises everyone by taking her down with a Hurricanrana. The fans cheer in approval on the outside. Roxi looks around and then flies back with a Standing Moonsault. She connects, but that isn’t enough. She stands at attention and then walks over to the ropes, climbing the turnbuckles to head up to the top. She poses for the fans, saluting them. This distraction gives Misty just enough time to get up and run over to the corner. She runs up the turnbuckles and surprises Roxi when she hits a Shining Wizard that sends Roxi falling backwards. Jasmine goes to check on her as she lands on the ring steps and tumbles down. Jasmine shouts at Misty to keep her distance, but Misty crosses her arms over her chest, looking pleased with herself. She dusts her hands off and then paces around the ring happily. Jasmine is almost frantic as Roxi barely moves. She nods her head and backs away to let her catch her breath.

Simone: Roxi is very lucky there. Out of the thousands of ways that could have ended terribly, she only got the wind knocked out of her.

Adams: And a few bruises I’m sure. Maybe some in… compromising spots?

Roxi slowly gets to her hands and knees, pushing herself to get up. As she stumbles to her feet, she bumps into Jasmine. As she looks up, she can’t react fast enough as Misty catapults herself over the top rope, colliding with Roxi and Jasmine at the same time! Jasmine stumbles back, but Misty and Roxi roll around on the ground, resorting to an all out catfight. Jasmine starts the count.

1!

2!

3!

Both women soon begin throwing fists, resorting to any form of violence either one can inflict upon the other. The fans are on their feet watching to two Bombshells rolling back and forth, cheering on the action.

Crowd: CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT!

4!

5!

6!

Simone: As hell-bent on winning the battle as Misty is, she might want to realize that Jasmine is getting up there with the count. If she wants to stand any chance of winning this thing, she had better get back in the ring.

Adams: Please Belinda, be quiet so I can enjoy the CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT!

7!

8!

Misty kicks Roxi off of her and then goes to plant her with a DDT to the concrete. Roxi spears her back into the apron as hard as she can. She does it once more to break it up and rolls inside of the ring as Misty holds onto her back.

9!

Misty rolls into the ring at the very last second. Roxi is there waiting as she stomps on Misty. Roxi looks down at Misty who is struggling to gain distance between the two. Roxi grabs a hold of Misty’s legs as she struggles as hard as she can. Roxi lays in a few good stomps before locking on a figure four leg lock. Misty yells out in pain, doing her best to endure it. She looks over to see the ropes are too far away to reach, and she can’t pull out of the tight lock. Roxi wrenches the leg tightly, in the center of the ring as Misty inches just a bit closer to the ropes. Jasmine asks her if she gives up and she furiously shakes her head “no” while shouting at her. Misty gets closer and closer to the ropes, but Roxi just breaks the hold herself. She dashes to the other side of the ring as Misty slowly brings herself up to a standing position. She rests on the ropes as Roxi goes outside to the apron. She poses for the fans as Misty slowly turns around. As she does, Roxi jumps onto the top rope and leaps off, a la West Coast Pop, and hooks the legs in the center of the ring. However, before Jasmine can drop down for the count, Dante and Sebastian climb to the apron.

Simone: Oh, this is pure bullshit right here. Misty could very well be finished, and her “disciples” have to interfere…

Adams: It is a smart move, even if it is cowardly. What do you expect from someone siding with Team Erik?

Jasmine runs over to the ropes to stop them from getting inside. The goad her along as Ruby slides into the ring with the Bombshell Championship in hand. She stalks Roxi from behind, waiting for her to turn around. Roxi sees that Jasmine has it under control and turns around toward Misty to get a face full of gold. She gives a second shot to put Roxi down and then she lays Misty over her before sliding out. Dante and Sebastian get called back by Damien, and they come down from the apron. Jasmine turns around and eyes Ruby suspiciously. She reluctantly drops down for the count.

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: Your winner… MISTY!!!

Casey and Thatcher start things off whilst their partners take up positions on the ring apron, Matthew takes a moment to give Marty and The Skar Bros instructions before turning his attention back to the action inside the ring as Casey has started brawling with Thatcher, Casey uses his size to his advantage and takes the Roulette Champ down with a Clothesline before going for a cover 1 2 kickout!

Simone: You can’t be serious! Matthew didn’t even attempt to hide that fast count!

Adams: Why would he?

Rather than argue with Matthew over it Casey starts firing rights and lefts at Thatcher’s head, however Thatcher manages to block one punch and starts fighting his way back to his feet, Thatcher forces Casey to the ropes where he whips him off and connects with a huge Spinebuster! Thatcher goes for a cover 1……………2…………Casey kicks out!

Simone: And now he didn’t even try to hide that slow count!

Adams: I think we all know who Matthew’s supporting in this match.

Thatcher glares at Matthew who is quick to remind him that he’ll disqualify Thatcher if he tries anything, Thatcher grunts in annoyance before running towards the ropes……only for Marty to pull down the ropes at the last minute sending Thatcher to the outside.

Simone: I think it’s clear what Matthew’s instructions to Marty and the Skar Bros where.

Adams: Yeah, screw over Thatcher at every opportunity!

The Skar Bros quickly put the boots to Thatcher whilst Matthew doesn’t even bother to apply a ten count instead choosing to berate Faith for some imaginary rule violation. Once Matthew’s back is turned though Faith takes the opportunity to climb the turnbuckle nearest to Thatcher’s beat down and hit Marty and the Skar Bros with a flying cross body! Faith manages to pick up Thatcher and roles him into the ring whilst quickly returning to her spot.

Simone: Faith just saved Thatcher from a world of hurt.

Adams: But at what cost!?

Faith quickly calls for the tag but Casey does his best to stop that from happening hitting Thatcher with several moves (not to mention getting several fast counts from Matthew), however after a few minutes Thatcher surprises Casey with a jawbreaker and a clothesline and is able to tag in Faith whilst Casey is instructed by Matthew to tag in Necra.

Simone: As much as I hate to say it, why isn’t Casey taking advantage of the rules?

Adams: Good question.

Casey makes the tag to Necra and Faith quickly starts brawling with the much taller Bombshell managing to hold her own for a few minutes. However Necra is able to surprise her with a kick to the stomach and a Military Press Slam!

Simone: Necra just slammed her through the mat!

Adams: Cue a fast count from Matthew……

Necra goes for a cover and Matthew does indeed apply a fast count, however Faith is able to kick out at the last second earning Matthew a death glare from Necra.

Necra: Count faster!

MK: I’m counting as fast as I can!

Faith takes advantage of the argument and rolls up Necra 1……….2……….Necra easily kicks out and this time it’s Faith who glares at Matthew, rather than argue with him however Faith goes to the ring apron apparently to attempt a springboard move, however she only gets as far as the “Springboard” part as The Skar Bros grab her and throw her against the guard rail!

Simone: Those bastards!

Adams: I don’t know what’s worse, that they are doing this or the fact that the rules are allowing it!

The Skar Bros put the boots to Faith before quickly rolling her into the ring. They turn around only to be met with fists from Thatcher!

Simone: Thatcher’s had enough!

Adams: But he’s outnumbered!

Thatcher manages to hold his own against the Skar Bros whilst Marty wisely stays far away from the action, inside the ring Necra has gone for a cover on Faith 1 2 but pulls her up before shouting instructions to Marty on the outside asking for a chair! Marty quickly complies and rolls one into the ring which Necra picks up.

Simone: Why does she need a chair?

Adams: Why not? It’s No DQ for her team!

Necra lines up a shot on Faith who’s struggling to get to her feet, Necra swings……but Faith ducks and dropkicks the chair into Necra’s face! She goes for a cover 1………………….2………………Necra kicks out! Faith isn’t about to let that stop her as she calls out for the Scum Buster! Faith gets Necra up……only to be hit with the chair by Matthew.

Simone: And he calls himself a gentleman!

Adams: Like it or not he’s playing for Team Erik’s side!

Necra uses the opportunity to hit Faith with the Mummification but Matthew tells her to send a message, Necra nods and locks in a Dragon Sleeper on a clearly unconscious Faith. She lets go after a few minutes and goes for an academic cover 1 2 3!

Justin: Here are your winners, Casey Williams and Necra Octavian Kane!

Simone: This was bull *bleep*!

Adams: Agreed!

The Skar Bros roll Thatcher, who has sub come to the numbers game, into the ring and Casey joins them and Matthew in putting the boots to Thatcher, Necra does the same to Faith but help comes from an unlikely source!

Simone: A fan at ringside has jumped the barrier!

Adams: And he’s in the ring! He’s just taken out the Skar Bros with a Double Clothesline!

The massive fan (literally), who is concealing his face with a hoodie, begins fighting off the Team Erik members who make their way up the ramp after a few minutes, security pours into the ring but the fan takes them out one by one, he launches one security guard into the air before catching him and hitting him with a powerslam and powerbombs another.

Simone: Where have we seen those moves before?

Adams: Don’t tell me that’s who I think it is!

The fan stands among the injured security personal whilst glaring at Matthew as he retreats up the entrance way, the fan removes the hood…..revealing a familiar sadistic grin.

Simone: Oh my god!

Adams: IT’S JASON BURNSIDE!

Jason quickly leaves the ringside area leaving the Team Erik members shocked.

Aleksei is dressed in his best. He has on his patchwork coat and top hat. He wears a "Team Christian" t-shirt. He knocks on Mark Wards door. While he waits he takes a sip from his flask. Mark opens the door and sighs.

HS: Really mate...your going to bug me tonight?

Aleksei: guess so boss man. Any word about other boss guy....the one who likes me?

Mark looks around and runs his fingers through his hair.

HS: come in man.

Aleksei does so with a little bow and flops in the chair. Mark closes the door.

HS: I am not sure where he is, that's the truth of it.

Aleksei: I might be able to help Marky boy. I am part of the unsavory lot as you know. I can ask around and pull in the favors.

HS: Than do it.

The two men share an uncomfortable silence. They look at each other not sure what to say.

Aleksei: is that it?

HS: you know what....no it isn't. Listen, you know I don't like you. I also can't seem to get rid of you.....and desperate times and all that.

Aleksei: Are you hitting on me?

HS: No you Romany bastard. I am asking you back to the ring. The truth you drive you mad but somehow have gotten better in the ring despite the drinking.

Aleksei: I like to think it's because of the drink...

HS: Shut up! This is a war and I need you on the front lines!

Mark glares at Aleksei who just shrugs. Then he smiles very big.

Aleksei: Ok Mark. You got me on the front lines. Why not! You know I love to fight....So line them up boss and I will kick all the asses.

Mark just shakes his head.

The ear-piercing opening rift of "Sleeping All December" breaks through the chants of the crowd.

Simone: What’s this!?

You burn the iron idol
I bathe in gasoline
We’ll hang these martyrs one by one
Inside the emerald master
I whip the traitor dogs
When death is served it’s all the same

Simone: Max Burke has returned!

Adams: Big whoop.

Simone: He’s been out of action since the vicious assault at the hands of Kain.

This flesh is not for keeping
Just a coat until I’m gone
I’ll die with it inside my cage
Baptized in blood servants
Drink up and fade away
Just another ghost in the machine

Max Burke: Cut it.

“Sleeping All December” still blasts.

Max Burke: I said CUT IT!

The music stops abruptly.

Max Burke: First things first, thank you for the warm welcome back.

Max strokes his beard before continuing. He paces around the ring with a slight limp.

Max Burke: Kain, you thought you finished me off didn’t you? Not quite, bud. Good effort though. But, you’re not the reason I’m out here tonight. You can wait.

Max removes his suit jacket, and tosses it aside.

Max Burke: No, I’ve got bigger fish to fry first. So, I’m going to throw this out right now. I’m not medically cleared to compete yet. The key word there is yet. I’m rehabbing this little injury of mine every day. I’m bustin’ my arse every day to come back.

The crowd cheers in approval. Max puts up a hand to quiet the crowd.

Max Burke: There’s been a question that has been eating away at me since the night Kain jumped me, and took me out. It’s really been bothering me. I need an answer. No. I want an answer.

You can hear a pin drop in the arena, as the crowd is drawn in by Max Burke. Max slides his sunglasses off his face. The camera zoom in for a close up. The intensity in Max’s eyes speaks volumes.

Max Burke: Where were you?

Simone: Where was who?

Max Burke: It’s an easy question. Where were you?

Simone: What is Burke talking about?

Max steps up even closer to the camera.

Max Burke: Where the hell were you!? Yeah, I’m talking to you... Aleksei Koji!

Simone: Is he...

Max Burke: You dumb [BLEEP] Romanian! WHERE WERE YOU!?

The crowd falls dead silent.

Max Burke: You were supposed to have our backs. But, you didn’t. The last few weeks, you got all chummy with Ward and Underwood. You convinced Trevor that Team SCW was the way to go. You didn’t even consult me. Why wasn’t I included in that discussion!? Huh? Is it because I wasn’t the party animal like the rest of the clan?

Max’s face is turning red with passion, and fire in his eyes.

Max Burke: So, here’s what I’m thinking. You and me, in this goddamn ring on June 23rd. I’m told that’s when I’ll be cleared to compete. I want to test the big man from Romania. So yeah... I’m calling you out big man! See you on the 23rd BITCH!

Max throws down the microphone, and it bounces off the mat as “Sleeping All December” cuts through the silence.

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

HS: Been one of those nights tonight, but there's been one thing burning in my mind. Earlier tonight, Erik Staggs asked me what I would put first, my friend, or my business.

Hot Stuff runs his hand across his chin.

HS: Friend or my business. People can call me a lot of things, but I am loyal, so I pick my friend.

Simone: Hot Stuff is giving up some power here to Erik Staggs?!?! What is he thinking?

Adams: He's trying to save his friend.

HS: So get down here and lets get this over with

The opening whir of “Where Eagles Dare” by The Misfits begins playing as Erik wastes no time coming from behind the curtains. He is quickly followed by Hawkes, Di Luca, Prime Time with Skar Brothers, and Ace Baldwin. He makes no theatrics about it as he carries his clipboard down to the ring. He holds it up, pointing at a contract as he rushes down to the ring, sporting his Team Erik shirt and a pair of jeans. He slides in the ring, followed by Giani Di Luca as the others wait outside as enforcers. Erik snatches a microphone from out of Justin’s hand, seeming almost exasperated by what is unfolding here. He pulls a pen from behind his ear and quickly signs on the contract. He hands it over to HS who scowls at him, slowly shaking his head in disgust.

Erik: You are doing the right thing here, Mark. We all are very concerned about Christian’s well being, and whoever it is that has captured him is a true psychopath. I just want you to know that I had nothing to do with this.

HS lunges forward, making a fist as he starts growling at Erik. Erik holds up his hands innocently as Giani steps between them. HS gets in Giani’s face as both men trash talk each other. Erik places a hand on Giani’s shoulders, pulling him back a few paces.

Erik: Whoa, whoa, whoa… Hold your horses John Wayne… I don’t think the captor would be too thrilled seeing this. I want to see Christian returned just as much as you do. It is a real tragedy, but cooler heads will prevail here. All this person wants to see is you signing this contract and then we will see Christian come down that ramp, safe and sound.

HS: You bloody sonuvabitch, I should kick your arse right where you stand.

Erik: You could try… and even if you were successful, there are six other guys around here who would love to see you try to fend off all of them. And to top it off, I don’t think we would be seeing Christian returning tonight. It is your choice, my friend.

HS grits his teeth together as he eyeballs Erik. He clinches his fist together angrily before snatching the pen out of Erik’s hand. He scratches his name on the line and then shoves the clipboard violently into Erik’s chest. Erik winks at him before looking at the contract. He laughs out in surprise, raising it in the air for the world to see. HS looks sick to his stomach, wanting to attack Erik, but he sees he is surrounded, and he slowly calms himself down. He looks out to the entrance ramp.

Erik: We have a deal, Mr. Ward! Now please, whoever you are, you can bring Christian out now as per the deal.

“Unbelievable” hits the speakers and the fans go crazy. Lights begin flashing as the attention returns to the stage. We wait… and wait… and wait, but there is no sign of Christian. The camera’s return to see a scowl on both HS and Erik’s faces. Erik looks at HS with a surprised look as if to say it isn’t his idea. The music dies down and Erik brings the microphone back to his lips.

Erik: *AHEM* I SAID bring Christian out you psychopath!

“Unbelievable” hits the speakers again and the fans go crazy. Lights begin flashing as the attention returns to the stage. We wait… and wait… and wait yet again, but there is no sign of Christian. Erik looks at HS with a bit of a smile on his face. He shrugs his shoulders, clearly amused now. The music dies down and Erik brings the microphone back to his lips.

Erik: I am a man of my word, Mr. Ward. But, it looks like whomever it is that has Christian is not. We could try the routine once again, maybe they got held up, and…

HS shouts out at the top of his lungs “YOU SONUVABITCH!” He begins swinging on Erik, but Erik surprises us by swinging back just as hard. Both men are going at it with everything they’ve got. Erik starts to gain the upper hand when HS hits a nut shot that doubles Erik over. Giani clubs HS’s back with several powerful blows. He sends HS into the ropes, taking him down with a Big Boot, but the boss does not give in that easily. He is right back up and catches Giani with a Red Hot that levels the stallion. Skar Brothers enter the ring, and HS hits a Red Hot on one, while the other picks him up in a Spinebuster. Ace and Primetime enter the ring, stomping away at HS as Erik gets up. James seems wary as he stands guard on the outside, looking at the ramp. Erik picks up his clipboard and shouts at HS angrily. He waves the clipboard in his face, shouting out “ALL OF SCW WILL PAY FOR THIS!” He shouts until the audience cheers loudly. Erik looks at the ramp to see Nick Jones charging down.

Adams: Nick Jones is here!

He Spears James into the ring apron before jumping onto the apron. Primetime tries charging him, but Nick does a Back Body Drop, causing him and the Skar Brothers to tumble over the top. Ace comes at him, but Nick shoulderbutts him in the stomach. Nick climbs inside and hits the Better Than You on him as Erik and Giani scurry out of the ring. Nick is quick to check on HS as Erik pulls Ace out of the ring. They help James and Primetime up as well while Nick points to himself and then to them, shouting at them. Erik waves the contract in his direction and then they walk off, seeming satisfied as they go.

Simone: It looks like we have a new major shareholder.

Adams: This is not gonna be a good thing. Better the devil you know then the devil you don't.

Simone: I think half the time, the devil takes orders from Erik Staggs

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Justin Decent: The following contest is our main event of the evening! It is scheduled for one fall, and is a special GRUDGE MATCH! Introducing first, weighing in at 215 pounds... from Dudelyville, California... Tom Dudely!

“Kamikaze” by Five Iron Frenzy blasts throughout the arena and Tom Dudely soon bursts out to the top of the ramp to a huge chorus of boos. He feeds off of the crowd’s energy as he makes his way to the ring, mocking as many as he can along the way.

Simone: Dudely turned his back on Jordan, and now he’s going to pay for it.

As he reaches the bottom of the ramp, Tom gets a running start and slides into the ring. He hops to his feet and climbs the nearest turnbuckle to pose arrogantly for the crowd before hopping down to await the arrival of the SCW Heavyweight Champion, Jordan Williams.

Justin Decent: And his opponent, weighing in at 250 pounds... from Atlanta, Georgia... he is the current SCW Heavyweight Champion! He is “The God Of Professional Wrestling”... JORDAN WILLIAMS!!!

The camera pans around the crowd for a bit when "Subconscious" hits the PA System. The crowd erupts into a mixture of cheers and boos. The ever ominous Sasha walks out from behind the curtain first, standing with her hands on her hips as she glares at the crowd.

Simone: Wow... look at Sasha.

Jordan emerges from behind Sasha and the fans reactions grow louder. Jordan has the SCW Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist as he pushes his duster back, showing it off proudly.

Adams: Jordan definitely brought in an equalizer. She’s ripped!

Sasha begins walking down the aisle, with Jordan following behind her. Jordan has his arms up in the air, with his trademark smirk etched across his face. Sasha walks up the steps as Jordan climbs onto the apron. Jordan holds the ropes open for Sasha, but she just glares at him. Jordan shrugs his shoulders, then leaps over the top rope effortlessly. Jordan climbs onto the middle turnbuckle as Sasha climbs into the ring and stands next to Jordan with her arms folded, again glaring at the crowd, and Tom Dudely.

Simone: Sasha is staring a hole through Tom Dudely. He just has a sick smirk on his face.

Tom royally pisses off Sasha, blowing a kiss her way. Jordan takes off the SCW Heavyweight Championship and holds it proudly over his head as the fans shower him with cheers and boos. Jordan leaps off the turnbuckle and hands the title to Sasha. Jordan notices the stare down between Sasha and Tom. He steps up to the center of the ring draws the imaginary line for Tom Dudely to step up to.

Simone: The champ has drawn the proverbial line in the sand. Jordan’s none too pleased with Tom’s actions as of late, and he’s bound determined to unleash some punishment on Tom Dudely here tonight.

Tom steps up, and gets in Jordan Williams face.

Simone: Here we go!

Tom hauls back, and slaps the taste out of Jordan’s mouth.

Adams: Dudely fires the first shot!

Jordan fires back with a huge slap of his own that spins Tom around. Tom turns back around is met with a knee to the gut. Jordan grabs the back of Dudely’s head, and delivers repeated knees to the midsection. Jordan follows up with a front facelock.

Simone: Stiff knees from Jordan Williams.

Adams: He was throwing a little extra behind those knees tonight. Dudely will definitely be feeling those for awhile.

Jordan attempts a DDT, but Tom reverses by powering Jordan into the corner. He drives his shoulder hard into Jordan’s sternum. He follows up with a couple more before Jasmine steps in between, pushes Tom back. Tom drives a thumb in the eye of the champion as Jasmine’s back is turned. Sasha jumps up on the apron and gets Jasmine’s attention, explaining Tom’s thumb to the eye. While Sasha is arguing with Jasmine, Jordan takes advantage and returns a dastardly deed by swift kicking Tom Dudely between the legs.

Simone: LOW BLOW FROM THE CHAMP!

Adams: One of the almighty equalizers.

Sasha drops down off the mat, as Jordan stacks up Tom Dudely for a pinfall. Jasmine drops down to make the count.

1...
2...

Simone: Dudely kicks out!

Jordan follows up quickly, and pulls Tom to his feet. He sends him flying through the ropes, and to the floor below. Jordan gets the attention of Jasmine before she can start the count. Sasha quickly kicks Tom hard in the side. She drives two more kicks in swiftly, before backing away and out of view of Jasmine St. John. Jasmine starts the count.

1!

2!

3!

4!

5!

Jordan slides out of the ring, as Tom pulls himself to his feet. Jordan sprints towards Tom and drills him in the side of the head with a vicious knee.

6!

7!

Adams: BOMA YE!

8!

Jordan pulls the limp body of Tom Dudely up, and slides him into the ring at the count of nine, breaking the count. He quickly yanks Tom back to the floor outside. Jasmine yells at Jordan Williams, but he simply ignores the verbal warning. Jasmine restarts her count.

1!

Jordan attempts to Irish whip Tom into the ringside barricade, but Tom somehow gets his wits about him enough to reverse it, and send Jordan Williams back first into the steel.

2!

Simone: Dudely reverses!

3!

Jordan grimaces in pain from the impact of steel on flesh.

4!

Adams: These two have thrown the rule book out the window tonight.

5!

Simone: And Jasmine St. John is being lenient with the grudge match implications surrounding this match. Probably directions from the bosses.

6!

Tom throws a few closed fists into the skull of the SCW Heavyweight Champion.

7!

Jordan responds with several lefts and rights of his own. Jordan’s shots definitely have bigger impact on Tom Dudely being the bigger man in this battle. Tom doesn’t back down though. He fires back. Jordan grabs a hold of Tom and drives him into the edge of the ring.

8!

Both men attempt chokes on each other. They struggle back and forth. Jasmine St. John is inching closer and closer to the ten count.

Simone: Jasmine is giving these two a lot of leeway.

Sasha jumps up on the apron, and gets the attention of Jasmine St. John stopping the count momentarily. As the two argue, Tom and Jordan trade more lefts and rights.

Simone: This has escalated into an all out brawl which was definitely expected with Tom Dudely’s recent actions.

Adams: Sasha is definitely a factor in this match. I can see why Jordan brought her in.

Simone: She’s definitely earned her paycheck during this match.

Jasmine finally has had enough of Sasha and demands her to head to the back. Sasha is livid as SCW staff removes her from the ringside area. Jasmine St. John turns her attention back to Jordan Williams, and Tom Dudely who are still brawling at ringside.

Simone: Jasmine St. John has had enough with Sasha’s antics and has removed her from ringside!

Jasmine restarts her count at 9!

9!

Jordan and Tom pay no attention to Jasmine’s warnings. Jordan tosses Tom over the ringside barricade and into the crowd! He hops over the rail to continue the assault.

Simone: This one is over folks!

10!

DING! DING! DING!

Jasmine calls over Justin Decent, and delivers the final decision.

Justin Decent: Jasmine St. John has declared this match a NO CONTEST due to a DOUBLE COUNT OUT!

SCW security separate Tom Dudely, and Jordan Williams. As they are separated, Jordan returns through the crowd and hops over the barricade and in to the ring. Sasha climbs into the ring with the SCW Heavyweight Championship and a microphone. She hands both to Jordan. Jordan puts the SCW Title on his shoulder and he begins to speak.

Jordan: You know, when this whole “rebellion” started, Nick and I decided to keep out. I was too caught up in winning the SCW Championship to care about the rebellion. But over the past few weeks, this war has been brought to my front door. First with Tom turning on me during our tag match to join Team Erik and Kevin Carter and Erik Staggs devising a little plan to try to rob me, what is rightfully mine, the SCW Heavyweight Title.

Jordan pauses as the fans clap.

Jordan: The funny thing is Erik never tried to try to recruit me. He left me alone and that was fine with me. However, he did plot against me and I ain’t having that shit. Make no mistake about it, Supremacy is still my crew, Hot Stuff, Nick and I are still going strong, however, I can’t ignore this any longer since it has been made personal. When this first broke out, my best friend, Hot Stuff asked me if I would join Team SCW and I didn’t really give him an answer. Well bro, my answer is…the SCW Heavyweight Champion and God of Professional Wrestling…hereby announce that Jordan Williams will be joining Team SCW!!!!!!

The arena starts rocking as the fans erupt into cheers!

Simone: It feels like an earthquake in here!

Adams: Quick, get under the table!!!

Jordan: Team Erik, whatever plans you had just died tonight!

Simone: This is a HUGE get for Team SCW! Jordan Williams has officially joined Team SCW!

Adams: Ah man, we're out of time here.

Simone: We are, but you can join us again next week on the special episode fifty of Climax Control! See you there!

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THANK YOU! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Derek, Maggie, MK, Aleksei, Joanne Canelli, Craig, Mike, Casey, Ro, Simon Jones. Also to Vixen for the great match banners and to all your guys for RPing and making this show great.