The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo’s explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder.He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. Hot Stuff is handed a mic by Justin.
HS: Is it me, or does it feel weird not having a drag queen open the show?
The crowd cheers.
HS: Well, you're stuck with me, but it's not a bad place to be, eh? Been an interesting week in the wrestling world and you know what I'm talking about.... the NWA alliance.
The fans boo at the name of the alliance.
HS: I don't need to tell you what happened, but if you get to the point where you get a bad reaction to something you've done, you should know you've done wrong, but personal pride and all that crap will always stop people admitting when they're wrong. SCW and ACW made the right call to walk away from the egos and the bullshit. Bribery will not keep our stars there, people know when they smell a rat, and we're damn happy to be away from it.
The fans cheer loudly but...
"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 escorts them to center ring where the lights dim down. He then sets foot in front of them and points right at the pair and an explosion of red pyros go off. Justin hands Gabriel a microphone
Gabriel: As NWA tag team champions, it's only right we come out here and made a couple things clear. What the NWA owner did, was wrong. He made the wrong call, but as NWA Tag Team Champions, Despayre and I could stay on board and defend the titles, but we've decided to give these to you.
Gabriel unstraps the NWA tag title from around his waist as Despayre take his from his shoulder, both hand them to Hot Stuff.
Gabriel: As of today, Sinful Obsession are now the undefeated NWA tag team champions and we will stay that way.
The fans cheer and Gabriel leans against the ropes.
Gabriel: Send them back to the NWA any way you like.
Hot Stuff looks down at the titles, his eyebrows raised.
HS: Why is there teeth marks in this?
Despayre looks at Angel and leans in to the mic Gabriel is holding.
Despayre: Angel told me there was chocolate in there.
The crowd cheer and laugh as Despayre look shyly around.
Gabriel: As of now, Sinful Obsession are no longer associated with the NWA.
The crowd cheer as Hot Stuff nods.
HS: I will get these belts back. SCW, it's time to kick off this new era, because the Summer of SCW is just starting.
Midnight Tornado blasts around the arena as the camera focuses on the commentary table.
Simone: What a start to Climax Control, Sin City Wrestling is no longer part of the National Wrestling Alliance, and we are here live for you.
Adams: Yeah!
Simone: So welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone.
Adams: And I feel free, but you can call me Jason Adams.
Simone: We kick off the action tonight with the debut of Guns For Hire. These bad ass guys get to go against the wacky and not all there in the head Surf Boys
Adams: Talk about contrast in teams!
Simone: Faith is also in action tonight, as she takes on the debuting Argentine superstar bombshell, Mercedes Vargas.
Adams: Mercedes comes in with a huge reputation, but can she hold her own against a former bombshell roulette champion?
Simone: The bizarre Hope Heelcum returns to an SCW ring tonight, to take one a man one title away from a Triple Crown, the mystery known as Lucian Frost.
Adams: Bizarre is putting Hope lightly.
Simone: The fast rising Jessie Salco is coming to you tonight, but she faces one of the toughest challenges yet, Raynin.
Adams: Raynin is one of the toughest SCW has to offer.
Simone: In a match born out of a Twitter war of words, this match was added to the show late as Jericho Hill, a man with a freshly signed SCW contract, teams with the man who is making waves in SCW, Giani Di Luca, to take on Roulette champion, Thatcher Rex and ACW Maritime Junior Heavyweight Champion, Drake Green.
Adams: The news broke last night that Drake Green is now an SCW member, after leaving the NWA, and their loss is our gain.
Simone: Main event tonight, pits Team Erik's giant, Casey Williams, former heavyweight champion Nick Jones, and the man who came so close to being heavyweight champion, Tom Dudely. These men take on the now undefeated NWA tag team champions Sinful Obsession and SCW heavyweight champion, Jordan Williams! The wild card is number one contender and guest referee Simon Jones!
Adams: I can't wait, so why are we?
The camera highlights the SCW's six sided ring where Justin Decent stands in the center with Jasmine St. John in the near corner, her arms folded. The evening's opening has concluded and it is time to kick off this night of action.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest is a tag team match, and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! At a total combined weight of 365 pounds, Narly and Radical ... the Surf Boys!
Surfer Boys start to play and the Surf Boys, Narly and Radical appear dressed in Bermuda shorts, sandals and holding surfboards under their arms. They turn around high fiving each other. They walk to the ring high fiving the fans and when they get to the ring, throw the boards under the ropes and climbs in as the fans cheer. The put their boards in middle of the ring and jump on them "ring surfing" as the fans cheer.
Simone: These two may not have the brains that God gave a howler monkey but they have captured the hearts of the fans, and I hate to admit it...
Adams: You're one of those fans?
Simone: No... no! I was going to say that they have pulled off a surprising number of upset wins and that could continue tonight.
Adams: Oh. ... Woulda been more interesting if you revealed you were a Surf Boys fangirl.
Justin: Their opponents are making their Sin City Wrestling debut! At a total combined weight of 516 pounds, Ethan Brody and Landon Axel ... Guns For Hire!
“The End” by Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, Axel and Brody step out to a chorus of cheers, the two stand on the stage looking around at the audience. After a moment they turn to one another, raising their arms up and slap hands as the two glare at one another, the two then step away and walk down the aisle way with Axel acknowledging the crowd more than Brody. Ethan steps up onto the ring apron whilst Axel climbs the steps and walks along the apron to the opposite apron, Brody steps in as Axel climbs the rungs of the turnbuckle and points out at the crowd with Brody standing near the ropes with his arms raised, Axel steps on the top rope and jumps into the ring. The two step into their assigned corner as the referee walks over to them as the music slowly fades away.
Adams: Is it true that Mark worked really hard to get these two in SCW?
Simone: That's what I hear. We don't have too many regular tag teams, what with the Lethal Lottery tag team division, but what we do have are all top notch competition. Sinful Obsession. Blood Omen. The Surf Boys. And now the current number one challengers to the ACW tag titles; Guns For Hire.
Jasmine finishes checking Ethan and Landon and calls for the bell...
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
TAG TEAM MATCH
The moment the opening bell sounded, Narly and Radical charged the length of the ring and they both leapt and connected with Ethan and Landon in a dual pair of side by side dropkicks!
Adams: Hey they caught the Guns by surprise there!
Simone: Who knew they had the brains to start so quickly?
Narly grabs Landon and sends him into a near corner while Radical grabs hold of Ethan and Irish whips him into the far opposite side of the ring. The Surf Boys pump their fists and bob their heads in excitement and they send the Guns For Hire members into the center of the ring with a pair of Irish whips. Ethan and Landon put on the breaks right before they come to a crashing halt. Narly and Radical get a running start and go to clothesline their opponents but the Guns move and...
Simone: They clotheslined each other!
Adams: Well at least they did some damage to someone!
Jasmine hurries to order one man from each team out of the ring! Landon opts to remain inside as Ethan ducks out to his corner. Landon grabs hold of Radical to take control of the match as Narly rolls outside, looking shaken up from the clothesline from his own partner. Landon pulls Radical to his feet and tucks his head under his arm from behind and brings the Surf Boy over in a belly to back suplex.
Adams: God he almost knocked his block off with that suplex!
Simone: These Guns For Hire men are aptly named! They are not taking it easy on those two knuckleheads by any means of the word!
Landon grabs the dreads of Radical with both hands and pulls him up to his feet and drives his head into the turnbuckle of his own corner before tagging Ethan into the ring. Ethan steps inside and they both take an arm of Radical and send him into the ropes and Ethan catches his opponent in a powerslam, then quickly rolls aside and Landon comes off of the ropes and drops a leaping elbow into Radical's sternum. Jasmine escorts Landon back to his corner and Ethan makes the cover on Radical, hooking the leg.
1.....
Narly claps and cheers for his tag team partner, rallying behind him as Ethan pulls him to his feet and brings him over with a double underhook suplex. Ethan makes a second cover.
1.....
2..... Radical kicks out.
2..... Radical kicks out a second time.
Simone: It amazes me that those Surf Boys have the stamina that they do.
Adams: I never knew they got you into bed for a...
Simone: You know very well what I mean Jason Adams!
Ethan pulls Radical up and sends him into the ropes, catching him with a big boot, right to the kisser! Ethan then reaches over and tags Landon back into the match. Radical starts to crawl toward his corner while Narly reaches for the tag. Landon comes in quickly and lands a big splash across Radical's back. Landon then pulls him to his feet and goes to Irish whip him into the corner but Radical manages to reverses it and he sends Landon in instead. Landon hits the corner chest first and staggers back -- and Radical dropkicks him in the back, sending him crashing into the corner again!
Adams: This could be Radical's chance to tag Narly!
The fans clap and stomp as does Narly who reaches as far as he can while Radical crawls over toward him. Landon turns, still stunned, and tries to stop the tag from being made but he's a split second too late as Radical dives and Narly tags in!
Adams: There we go!
Narly tries to climb in but Landon quickly grabs him and pulls him inside of the ring himself. Landon Irish whips him into the ropes and swings for a lariat as he rebounds but Narly ducks under the wild swing. Narly runs off the far side and jumps, bringing Landon down with a high cross body!
1.....
2..... Landon gets his shoulder up!
Simone: That would have been embarrassing had Landon not been able to kick out!
Narly grabs Landon and Irish whips him into the near corner and follows in, connecting with a dropkick! With nowhere to go, Landon takes the move's full brunt and collapses to his backside. A hyper active Narly runs in a wide circle, building a head of steam and then runs in and performs a cannon ball senton on the seated Landon in the corner! Narly grabs his foot and pulls him out and covers him again, this time hooking the leg!
1.....
2..... Landon kicks out!
Adams: Wow! The Surf Boys have really taken control all of a sudden!
Narly sends Landon into a corner again and runs in for a Stinger splash but the stronger Landon catches him!
Simone: You were saying?
And Landon goes to hit an Oklahoma slam on him but Narly shifts his weight and lands on his feet behind the bigger guy. Narly grabs him around the waist and runs him into the ropes for a roll up but Landon holds on. Narly rolls backwards on the mat and pops to his feet again. Narly charges right for Landon and goes for a clothesline but Landon ducks and Narly turns around and eats a dropkick to the head!
Adams: That was some height he got for a 260 plus pounder!
Landon grabs hold of the surprised Narly and tags Ethan back in. Ethan steps inside and grabs him around the waist and hits a belly to belly suplex. Ethan covers Narly.
1.....
Ethan peels him up off of the mat and Irish whips him into the ropes and this time he catches him with a spinebuster! Ethan rolls right over and hooks the leg in a fluid movement!
1.....
2..... Narly kicks out.
2.....
3 - No! Narly gets his shoulder up!
Simone: How close was that!
Ethan stares at first Jasmine, then his opponent. He grabs hold of Narly and pulls him up and sends him into the far corner. Ethan charges right in after him but Narly dodges him and Ethan crashes into the turnbuckles. He grabs his chest and staggers around and Narly hops off the second turnbuckle and bulldogs Ethan into the canvas face-first!
Adams: Look at how Radical is racing back and firth on the apron! Ha! He really wants back in!
And Narly is luckily close enough that he is able to dive and tags Radical back into the match! Radical races inside of the ring and catches Ethan with a dropkick! Then for good measure, in his excitement, he runs over to the Guns's corner and dropkicks Landon, knocking him down off the apron! Radical rushes over and grabs Ethan's legs and looks around at the cheering crowd!
Simone: Boston crab? Catapult, maybe?
It is neither as Radical starts swinging Ethan around with the giant's swing! He swings him around and around in a wide circle until he finally lets go and Ethan crashes heavily to the mat while Radical staggers around on his feet.
Adams: I think he made himself dizzy with that one.
Simone: Radical's always been a bit dizzier than most.
Radical then bounces himself off of the ropes and goes for a big splash -- but Ethan brings his knees up and Radical lands right on them with his stomach, knocking all the air out of himself
Simone: That is going to be a costly mistake!
Ethan slowly rises and grabs Radical by the arm and tags Landon back in. As Landon climbs inside, Ethan sets Radical up for a powerbomb and hauls him into the air. As he drives Radical down, Ethan catches him also with a simultaneous neckbreaker slam!
Simone: They call that the Last Round!
Ethan runs over and prevents Narly from getting inside of the ring as Landon sits on Radical's chest and hooks a leg for the cover!
1.....
The bell rings!
Ding!
2.....
3!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Here are your winners ... the Guns For Hire!
The crowd cheers as Jasmine raises the arms of Ethan and Landon as Narly checks on Radical.
Simone: A debut victory for the Guns For Hire! We could very well be looking at future SCW Tag Team Champions right there!
It becomes dark in the arena and the song "Feuer frei" by Rammstein is played. The revving of a Harley can be heard and while the fans start to boo Amanda slowly drives down to the ring. She shuts off her bike and grabs a micro, but she doesn't climb down from her bike.
Amanda: "Ok you motherfuckers, listen to me cuz I won't repeat it."
She laughs out in a dirty way.
Amanda: "Prolly you all think that I don't deserve it to be here and that I stole most of my wins. Anyway, I don't give a fuck about what you think. But it's true, I cheated pretty often to win, but who cares? A win is a win."
She pauses for a moment and the booing becomes louder again.
Amanda: "And now all you motherfuckers hope that this worthless slut Odette comes down to the ring and kicks my ass or that I'll get booked in a match against her. Well, shall she come .."
In a pretty challenging way she looks towards the stage, but nobody comes.
"God damn, come out here Odette, so that I can fuck you up. Or are you too fucking scared to face me? Damn, I already knew that you're stupid, an ugly slut and a crappy wrestler, but I always thought that you have some courage. But it seems that I was wrong, you're nothing more than a fucking coward. Come out here and show that you are worth to face me in a real fight."Amanda waits for a moment, then she sneers.
Amanda: "Exactly what I thought, you're a weakling, a fucking wimp and nothing more. But anyway, if you change your mind then you know where you can find me. Haha, but prolly you juz hide somewhere and prolly you have juz pissed your pants."
Now she spits out and starts her Harley again. Before the booing begins again and before Odette has the chance to come to the stage she drives off with a huge burnout.
The scene cuts back to the ringside where the ring currently sits empty, when suddenly "Cocky" by Kid Rock starts to blast over the arena PA system. The fans start to boo as Nick Jones walks out into the ringside area all by himself and dressed in regular casual attire. Nick stops at the top of the ramp and looks around the arena as the boos continue on in.
Simone: Well Nick Jones has certainly had a very controversial past two weeks here.
Adams: No kidding. I didn't think it was quite possible, but these last two days may have been the most controversial yet!
Nick continues his way down to the ring and as he reaches the bottom of the ramp, climbs right up the steps and through the ropes into the ring. Nick then grabs a microphone from Justin Decent and waits as his music comes to an end and the crowd slowly quiets down.
Nick: Where to begin? I suppose we should start with what there has been the most questions about over these past few weeks, and that is what exactly led me to lay out, right here in the middle of this ring, my long time friend and ally, the one and only "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward.
A smirk comes across the face of Nick as the fans respond to that reminder with boos.
Nick: It's simple really, and I'll start with the very end. The thing people have been guessing about, but nobody has really known for sure over these past two weeks, so I will tell you all right now, that I am officially the newest, and of course greatest, member of the infamous Team Erik!
A smirk comes across the face of Nick as the fans respond to that reminder with boos.
Simone: People have been assuming as much for weeks now, and it looks like we finally have confirmation from Nick himself.
Nick: Now of course, as I'm sure even you morons can realize, that means this wasn't something that just happened at the spur of the moment. No, no. This was all well known for quite some time now. For weeks and weeks this was all going on right under Mark's nose, and he didn't have a damn clue about it. All that did was confirm what I had already established about Mark long before that, which is how completely stupid and useless that has-been really is.
Nick laughs to himself as the crowd boos again.
Nick: Now I'm sure some of you are asking yourselves, "Why Nick, why?!?" The answer is really rather simple actually. The reality is that I was by Mark's side for the better part of 10 years now, and what did it ever really get me? Last year at this time, I was SCW's top-ranked superstar in the NeWA rankings, and what happens when SCW is up for one of our guys to get a shot? Oh, that's right, Mark just stands there and does nothing while that title shot goes to Spike Staggs. Six months ago, I "lose"...
Nick puts his fingers up in the air in quotes.
Nick: ... MY SCW title and what happens since then? Nothing, I'm never even given my title rematch! At the same time, I'm spending one month after the next as the #1 contender to the NWA title and what do I get? Nothing. Then within less than two weeks of joining Team Erik, I was already FINALLY getting my much-deserved shot at the NWA World Heavyweight Championship.
Nick stops and seems to think that scenario over for a moment before continuing on.
Nick: The truth of the matter is, as much as they all may hate me, everyone that's sitting backstage right now, absolutely everyone that is watching this at home and every single damn person filling this arena right now, all knows that I should be standing here right now as the reigning NWA World Heavyweight Champion.
Somewhat surprisingly, the crowd responds with a bit of cheers to this comment.
Nick: And I will say right now, Erik Staggs is the very last damn person who is at all to blame for why I'm not. So forgetting this crap that went on over in NeWA, the bottom line is that I still got more out of this short time by Erik's side than I ever did with years of constantly having to save Mark's sorry ass, and that tells me quite clearly that I absolutely made the right decision here. With me now on their side, you will now all realize that Team Erik really will reign supreme over all of SCW, because I'll be the one to make damn sure of it. And when I do, you will all be reminded just one more time that I'm really not cocky... I'm just the absolute best.
Nick drops the microphone as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts through the arena again as the fans respond with another round of boos. Nick climbs out of the ring and doesn't even look out at the audience, quickly moving straight up the ramp as he then goes through the curtain and disappears to the back.
June 23, 2013 - San Diego, California - RIMAC Arena
SCW Heavyweight Championship Match
Jordan Williams defends in an interfed title match against ACW's Simon Jones!
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin Decent: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds…MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Simone: This is Mercedes’s debut match in SCW but she comes highly touted.
Adams: No kidding, both Team Erik and Team SCW want her on their side!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight.
Justin Decent: And her opponent…..
”Scum of the Earth” by Rob Zombie begins playing through the PA system as the stage lights blink to the beat of the music. Without hesitation, Faith comes walking onto the stage, waving her arms up, shouting for the fans to get on their feet.
Justin Decent: From St. Louis, Missouri, weighing in at 115lbs, she is Faith!
She walks to the edge of the ramp, looking from side to side as the music picks up, she bangs her head down abruptly and swings her dreads around for a minute before pointing up to the sky. She runs down one side of the ramp, slapping hands with fans before switching sides and she then dashes up toward the ring and jumps onto the apron. She turns around and swings her dreads around once more to the music before getting inside of the ring. However no sooner than she has entered the ring has Mercedes charged in and gone on the attack!
BOMBSHELL MATCH
Simone: Well, the match has barely even started and Faith and Mercedes are already going at it.
Adams: Now if only they were naked……and grunting…….and kissing……
Simone: I’d say keep it clean Jason, but it’s too late for that.
Faith quickly recovers and starts brawling with Mercedes trading blows with the newcomer, Faith uses her experience to duck under a wild punch and counters it with a Reverse DDT before going for the first cover of the match 1…..2…..Mercedes quickly kicks out and Faith glares at Drew clearly thinking to he applied a deliberately slow count.
Simone: Drew making a slow count? What a surprise.
Adams: I thought Mercedes wasn’t with Team Erik?
Faith eventually drops it and picks up Mercedes only to be hit with a jawbreaker by the newcomer, Faith stumbles about for a bit as Mercedes gets to her feet and hits Faith with a Discuss Clothesline before going for a cover of her own 1 2 kickout!
Simone: Well I think it’s clear that Drew only has one interest here, screwing over Faith.
Adams: Who isn’t interested in that?!
Mercedes glares at Drew but he maintains his ground as Mercedes pulls Faith back up to her feet before getting her in position for a gory bomb.
Simone: She’s going for a Mercy Kill!
Adams: No! Faith reversed it into a roll-up for a two count!
Mercedes quickly rolls out of the ring to give herself some breathing room from Faith as she paces back and forth before she eventually turns around only to be hit with a suicide dive by Faith bringing the crowd to their feet! Faith rolls Mercedes into the ring and climbs up to the top rope.
Simone: This is unfamiliar territory for Faith as she’s a brawler.
Adams: But she’s gone up top before.
Faith straightens herself up before leaping from the turnbuckle going for a Moonsault, however it’s obvious that Faith took too long getting up to the top rope as Mercedes gets her knees up at the last moment, Mercedes doesn’t waste any time in rolling up Faith but only gets a two count for her troubles!
Simone: These two women are throwing everything at each other to try to win the match!
Adams: And they still can’t keep the other down for a three count, what will it take?
Faith gets to her feet first and fires a wild clothesline at Mercedes but the Latin Bombshell ducks it only for Drew to catch it instead, Mercedes spins Faith around and hits her with an STO Backbreaker into a Forward Russian Legsweep!
Simone: Cortina Roja!
Adams: Err……
Simone: That’s Red Curtain in Spanish!
Mercedes goes for a cover but quickly realizes that Drew is out cold and therefore can’t make the count, Mercedes rolls off Faith and tries to wake him up…….
Simone: Drew is out cold.
Vargas picks Faith up and whips her to the corner. Mercedes is just beating on Faith now who is trapped in the corner. Faith is trying to find a way out but Mercedes is not giving her much opportunity. Mercedes pulls her out of the corner, gets Faith into a face lock and performs a jumping DDT.
Adams: Ouch! I think that is all the beating that poor girl can take.
Mercedes rolls Faith over for the pin.
1!!
2!!!
Almost 3!! Somehow Faith finds the power to throw a shoulder up and Mercedes is enraged. She is picking Faith up and setting her up for a slam.
Simone: I have to give it to Faith she is showing a lot of gumption but I am not sure if she can get up from this.
Somehow Faith wiggles out of Mercedes’s grasp as she spins around before the slam. She lands on her feet awkwardly Mercedes is confused and enraged. She turns to face her opponent but is caught off guard when Faith brings her down with a snap DDT. Both women lie on the floor.
Adams: What was that madness! I can’t tell if that was luck or skill but somehow Faith is still in it.
Simone: I think we would need to see her do it twice to know for sure. The ref is now starting the ten count. One of these fighters has to get to her feet and finish this.
The ref counts to four before both women start to drag themselves up. This time Faith is the first to her feet and she quickly runs over to Mercedes slamming her with a drop kick. Faith than capitalizes on the momentum and uses her legs to scissor the arm she had focused on earlier. She has her in some kind of scissored armbar.
Adams: Mercedes is bucking like a bull, that hold must hurt like a bitch.
Simone: She is not just bucking she is struggling to reach the ropes...and she has them! Faith has to break the hold.
Mercedes struggles to get up but Faith grabs her before she can get to her feet. She gets her in a facelock and seems to be setting her up for something big, but Mercedes reverses it powerslamming Faith to the mat.
Simone: Mercedes had other plans.
Mercedes glares down at Faith. She picks Faith up punching her in the side than lifting her up for a flapjack. Faith hits the mat hard and seems to be winded, she is trying to crawl away from Mercedes.
Simone: The momentum has shifted so suddenly. Mercedes is in control again.
Mercedes grabs Faith foot, dragging her towards her. She kicks Faith hard then lifts her up. Mercedes drops Faith with an inverted death valley driver!!
Adams: Black Rose Overdrive!
Mercedes goes for the cover, and a groggy Drew makes the count.
1...
2....
3!
DING DING DING!
Justin Decent: The winner of the match, Mercedes Vargas! Simone: And that's how you make an impact immediately!
Adams: I think Misty must be looking on and wondering how to handle the Argentine Assassin!
In the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward, a knock on the door is heard.
HS: Come in.
The door swings open, and Aleksei Koji walks in.
HS: Aleksei! You got my message?
Aleksei: Da boss man, you need something?
Hot Stuff points to a chair and Aleksei takes a seat.
HS: I've tried to play nice with these kidnappers, I've giving them all what they wanted, including my own company, but this isn't working so I need your help.
Aleksei: I see
HS: You have that big arse family, with a lot of connections, it's time to set them loose and find Christian. Any means necessary.
Aleksei smiles and nods slowly.
Aleksei: I will do what I can boss.
As the night draws on Zoey can be seen making her way back towards her medics room. After a long night of checking on each and every SCW male and female wrestler after their matches she grips onto her coffee cup for dear life. Rounding a corner too quickly Zoey smacks straight into the front of someone.
Nick: What the hell, watch where you’re going you... oh hey Zoey.
Looking up towards Nick, Zoey looks down at her coffee noticing that it didn’t spill she sighs a breath of relief.
Zoey: Nick, Oh My God... I’m so sorry... it’s just been one of those weird nights and I wasn’t paying attention.
She was rambling, causing Nick to smirk before chiming in.
Nick: I know what you’re saying...
Her soft smile slightly fades as she straightens up her coat, before giving Nick a questioning look.
Zoey: Speaking of weird nights, I bumped into your cousin Bernard before... I know it’s none of my business but whatever family issues you two are going through, it’s driving him crazy. I’ve never seen him so angry, and the things he was talking about, like you attacking him? Surely he was just over reacting right? I hope everything is okay?
Nick didn’t say anything at first he was just looking down towards Zoey who was now asking about him and his cousin.
Zoey: I mean you would never put your hands on a family member and surely you didn’t mean to verbally abuse him.
Poor Zoey didn’t realize that Nick had in fact attacked his cousin Bernard, before she could speak up again Nick started to defend himself.
Nick: Whatever you heard, it’s all lies...
Zoey: I hadn't really heard anything to be honest. Bernard started to get so angry he couldn't even put together a coherent sentence.
Nick: He tends to have the same problem even when he's not angry.
Nick chuckles to himself while Zoey disregards the comment, not even acknowledging it.
Zoey: So why don't you tell me what happened?
Nick: Well you see um... I obviously didn't want B to get hurt, he's my cousin after all.
Zoey: Right, but then I don't understand won't happened.
Nick: I know this may be hard to believe, because even I still can't believe that this actually happened, but last week while we were just hanging around backstage, B came from completely out of nowhere and attacked me from behind and I have no idea why.
Zoey: I can’t believe Bernard would do something like this to you; it’s terrible... are you okay? Are you hurt?
Zoey had instantly fallen back into Nurse mode as she scanned Nick’s body for any damages from the “brutal attack” he had suffered.
Nick: Oh yeah, I'm luckily ok. Just a few minor injuries that, you know... don't worry about it. You see what happened was that thankfully Tony was right there and saw it when it all happened. You can ask him, he can tell you how B attacked me completely unprovoked. Well thankfully, Tony was able to come to my aid. You know, Tony just tried to hold Big B off at first, he didn't want to hurt him either, they've been friends for years after all. But B was like a man possessed, so the only way for Tony to finally stop him was for him to attack him. Both Tony and I felt so bad about it, but we were really left with no other choice and that's why Big B looks as beat up as he does. The problem is now he's trying to tell someone this whole ridiculous story about what Tony and I did, trying to make us out to be the bad guys. It's really heart-breaking you know, I just don't know what to do about it.
Zoey: Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. That must be really difficult for you.
Zoey, clearly completely oblivious to Nick's endless stream of bold-faced lies, clearly feels sympathy for the situation she believes Nick to be in, but of course, also cannot help but want to treat any lingering physical issues Nick may have.
Zoey: Why don't you just let me take a quick look at those so-called "minor" injuries and make sure it's nothing serious?
Zoey goes to move in closer to Nick, but he immediately stumbles back and is clearly nervous, as there are obviously no injuries to speak of.
Nick: So... um... yeah, about that... I actually have to run. I've got this... thing I've got to do. Thanks for offering though, and thanks for listening.
Zoey: Of course Nick, anytime.
Nick gives a quick wave and darts off as Zoey returns a smile and wave to Nick as he disappears off down the hallway with great haste.
Opening up backstage we find Miss Odette Ryder clinging to a wall, peaking around the corner and glaring into the Hair and Make-Up section. The very look on her face screams that she is up to no good. Spying across the hallway, Odette spots a fellow Bombshell sitting in a director’s chair. The cheering crowd begin a slight boo as Laura Jackson can be seen getting dolled up for tonight festivities. As Odette rocks back on her red heels, she can feel that someone is standing directly behind her. Licking her lips she looks over her shoulder instantly acting innocent.
Gabriel: What are you doing?
Turning swiftly on her toes Odette places her right index finger over Gabriel’s firm lips. Looking around Odette smirks up towards her boyfriend before removing her finger from his mouth.
Odette: I have no idea what you’re talking about…
Faking innocence Odette turns away from Gabriel to peer around the corner once more before spinning back to face Gabriel as if nothing happened.
Gabriel: You’re a terrible liar you know that right?
Screwing up her button nose Odette seems disappointed in Gabriel’s lack of acceptance that she isn’t up to anything. Gabriel quickly wraps his arms around Odette’s back pulling her into him. Tucking her head into his bare chest Odette huffs as Gabriel leans down and talks softly into her ear.
Gabriel: I know what you’re up to… and I can’t say I’m not impressed… just please be careful.
A sneaky smile crosses her face as she tries to hide her excitement by turning her face away from the cameras. Pulling away from his Australian girlfriend Gabriel looks down at her, shaking his head smiling.
Gabriel: This isn’t you O… you must really want that Cheeseburger bed.
Flicking a long lock of her brown hair out of her eye sight Odette licks her bottom lip before sucking it into her mouth, while flashing Gabriel her playful green eyes. Pulling herself into him by using his large platinum chain that hangs around his neck, Odette presses her chest up against his firm torso. Still tugging down on the chain Odette motions for Gabriel to bow his head down more to her level, looking into his eyes before looking down to his lips. Her lips collapse naturally against his as she closes her eyes. Gabriel’s hands come up around her pulling her in towards him. Toying with the large chain between her fingers Odette reluctantly drags her lips away from Gabriel’s smiling up towards him breathless.
Odette: You’re right… let’s get away from here, time to get ready for your match…
Without any more snooping Odette and Gabriel walk off hand in hand as the scene fades to black.
Justin Decent is standing inside of the ring with referee Jacob Summers...
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! From San Francisco, California, weighing 195 pounds ... Hope Heelcum!
"That, that dude looks like a lady
The chorus of Aerosmith's hit "Dude Looks Like A Lady" plays and the crowd jeers and boos as the flamboyant Hope Heelcum struts out onto the stage and strikes a "Vegas showgirl"-esque pose, inciting more derogatory boos and jeers. Ignoring them, Hope waves the crowd off as he walks down toward the ringside area.
"Never judge a book by it's cover
Climbing onto the ring apron, Hope 'insists' the ropes get held open for him and he climbs inside and walks a circle inside of the ring, arms held out and head tilted back in a mocking self presentation as the crowd boos. Hope then backs into the far corner and awaits the start of the match.
That, that dude looks like a lady
That, that dude looks like a lady
That, that dude looks like a lady"
or who you gonna love by your lover
Sayin' love put me wise to her love in disguise
She had the body of a Venus, Lord imagine my surprise."
Justin: Her... I mean, *HIS* opponent hails from the Far Reaches of Sanity, weighing 165 pounds ... Lucian Frost!
The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.
Frost is ready and Jacob calls for the bell!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
SINGLES MATCH
Hope reaches a hand out and the fans cry out, warning Frost not to trust the effeminate Hope Heelcum. Frost opts to give the gender confused Hope the benefit of the doubt and as he extends his hand, Hope immediately snatches it and pulls the masked man forward into a kick to the stomach, doubling Frost over. Hope grabs Frost by the mask an snapmares him over and drives an elbow down into his head. Hope pulls Lucian up and runs his head in between the top and middle ropes and he starts to pull at Frost's mask, eliciting a number of boos from the crowd.
Simone: That is never a smart move, going for a wrestler's mask!
Hope straddles Frost's back as he works on the mask, tugging when Frost uses the leverage advantage and flips Hope over the top rope and the drag queen "grapplerette" topples unceremoniously to the floor outside!
Adams: There's proof enough of that!
Hope gets up on wobbly legs, clearly surprised at what just occurred and turns around -- and Frost uses the top rope to springboard over in a cannonball flip, crashing into Heelcum! The crowd is on its feet immediately, cheering the daredevil maneuver by Frost!
Simone: There are reasons why wrestlers do not want Frost to be able to take to the air!
Frost then grabs Hope and rolls him back inside of the ring. Frost quickly gets up onto the ring apron and springboards again off the top rope into a missile dropkick onto Hope, sending him tumbling back head over heels! Frost pulls Hope to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes. Frost leap frogs up and over Heelcum upon his return. Hope rebounds and Frost drops to the mat as Hope runs above him, but than Frost kips up to his feet and catches Hope in a swift arm drag.
Adams: Frost has to be one of the quickest wrestlers in SCW!
Simone: I can not wait for the day we see him move up the rankings and target the Heavyweight Championship!
Adams: Neither can he!
Frost grabs Hope's arm again and goes for an Irish whip but Hope somehow manages to reverse it. Frost comes off the ropes and plants Hope's head into the mat with a float over DDT! Heading to the corner, Frost jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and leaps back with a moonsault onto Heelcum! Frost then jumps up again and this time uses the top turnbuckle for a second moonsault, landing atop of Hope and hooking the leg!
1.....
2.....
3 - No! Hope gets the shoulder up!
Simone: I'm a little surprised Hope was able to kick out of that.
Adams: I'm a little surprised he even tried to with a man on top of him.
Simone: Jason Adams! I can not believe you... no, you have a point.
Frost pulls Hope up and sends him reeling against the ropes with a knife edge chop. Frost then Irish whips him into the ropes but Hope comes off and grabs Frost's mask and plants him face first with a 360 bulldog!
Simone: What an unorthodox counter!
Hope crawls over to Frost like an animal and straddles his chest while striking a pose!
1.....
2..... Frost kicks out!
Simone: Somehow I doubt Hope was really trying to get the pin there.
Adams: Of course he wasn't. You know as well as I do how much Hope likes to play with his food.
Hope grabs Frost and pulls him to his feet. he goes for a short-arm clothesline but Frost ducks and grabs Heelcum around the waist and brings him over into a bridging Northern Lights suplex!
1.....
Frost tries to follow up but Hope pokes him in the eyes, temporarily blinding him. Hope then Irish whips him into the ropes but Frost handsprings into the ropes and leaps back, striking Hope down with a springboard back elbow! The crowd elicits it's support!
"Frost!"
Frost backs up and waits for Hope to return to his feet. Frost then scoops Hope into an upside down belly to belly position and drops him right on his head!
2..... Hope kicks out!
"Frost!"
"Frost!"
Adams: Piledriver on Hope! He, er ... she, no 'he' is finished!
Frost signals to the cheering fans and leaps up onto the top turnbuckle in one fluid move! He then points down to the prone Hope Heelcum and leaps off with a 450 splash!
Simone: Frozen Breeze!
Frost with the cover!
1.....
The fans cheer with enthusiasm as Frost stands up and Jacob raises his arm in victory!
2.....
3!
Justin: The winner of the match ... Lucian Frost!
The fans cheer even louder at the pronouncement!
Simone: A very convincing victory by Lucian Frost! After a showing like that, the staff have got to consider him a serious threat to the Heavyweight Champion, Jordan Williams!
The opening chords to Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.
"Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere"
Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
"All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away"
Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder. Casey then motions for a microphone.
Casey: “Hey Hot Shot Mark Ward. I am calling you out. You placed a bounty on Team Erik, yet nobody has come after me. Gee, I wonder why. Would it have anything to do with them being scared shitless of me kicking the crap out of them. Maybe you should come take me out yourself, or are you too big a pussy to do something about it since none of your lackeys will.“
As Casey pauses, the crowd boos him loudly for calling Mark out.
Casey: “Mark, just watch what Tom Dudely, Nick Jones and I do to Gabriel, Despayre, and Jordan “PS“ Williams. We will show you and the world that you do not fuck with Team Erik, and if you do, you will pay the price. You want a motherfucking war, you got it! It is on like Donkey Kong.“
Casey returns to the back, as “I Will Not Bow” hit’s the speakers once again as the scene fades to Hot Stuff in the back. A smile crosses Hot Stuff's face
HS: People should be careful what they wish for.
The scene cuts backstage to the locker room of Nick Jones, which is currently populated by Entourage members Diana Roberts, Max Goldstein and Jimmy Mason. A moment later, the door opens and in walks Nick with Tony Capicelli by his side. As the two walk in, Diana gets up and walks right over to Nick and stares at him, with her arms crossed across his chest. Nick stops and looks her up and down before speaking.
Nick: What now?
Diana: Why didn't you tell me?
Nick: Tell you what?
Diana: About this whole Team Erik thing!
Nick: Why would I? There was nothing to tell. It's all business, nothing more.
Diana: That's fine, and I support your decision, but what about all of this other stuff that came from it. This affects all of us you know!
Nick: How does it affect you sitting guys while you sit back here watching TV? What are you even talking about?
Diana: I'm talking about all of these people who were big parts of our lives. First you attack Mark and none of us have a clue what the hell is going on. Then last week you and this big lug...
Diana motions over towards Tony.
Diana: ... go and attack Big B. I mean, I couldn't believe that. He's your cousin!
Nick: Yeah, maybe so, but he deserved it. You have no idea how sick and tired I was with dealing with that giant pile of stupid. Not to mention he wouldn't stop giving me crap, telling me what it was I should be doing with my SCW career. Then he wants to get in my face about what I decided to do to Mark? That's none of his damn business and the moment he got into my face, all that happened was that Tony was a split second quicker to do the same damn thing I would have done myself.
Diana: You know what? That's fine, and you know I'll of course always be on your side baby, but just let me know what's going on! Come on, you can always count on me honey, just keep me in the loop in the future. That's all I ask from you, well that and for you to stay away from that stupid whore of a nurse, but I think we've already covered that, right?
Nick looks very nervous, likely given that he was talking with Zoey just earlier that night.
Nick: Um... yeah, of course. Obviously. I mean, that's pretty clear at this point. I've got no interest in being around her at all anyway.
Diana seems oblivious to Nick's nervousness as she seems pleased with his response.
Diana: Good, glad to hear it.
As that exchange wraps up, Nick shifts his attention to the other side of the locker room, which shows Jimmy and Max both sitting in the corner quietly and neither of them looking in Nick's direction and seeming to be doing that quite deliberately. Nick looks at them confused before looking back to Diana.
Nick: What the hell is with those two?
Diana: I don't know, they've been acting weird all week. I know you've been running around all week given everything you've had going on, so you haven't seen it, but it's been like this ever since last Sunday.
Given that, Nick walks over towards the two men and looks at them, as they both turn even further away from Nick.
Nick: What the hell is with you two?
The two don't look at Nick, but his comment immediately causes them to engage one another, the two whispering to each other, but still loudly enough to be heard.
Max: Tell him!
Jimmy: You tell him!
Max: No, YOU tell him!
Jimmy: Why should I have to tell him?
Max: Because you lost the coin flip.
Jimmy: FINE!
With that, Jimmy turns his attention towards Nick and stands up, addressing him direction.
Jimmy: So listen, Nick... here's the thing, baby. Max and I, we've been talking and well... we realized there's no real purpose for us to be coming to these shows. You know, we can do everything we have to do our jobs from back home.
Nick: What, what the hell is this all about? Is this about what happened with me and Big B last week?
Jimmy: Well... sort of.
Nick clearly looks very agitated by what it is that Jimmy is saying.
Nick: Are you kidding me with this shit?!? That doesn't have a damn thing to do with either of you two. Got it?
Jimmy: Yeah, baby, but the whole thing it's just... so... awkward. We really feel like this whole environment, I don't know...
Nick: What, that you're both two big of pussies to deal with someone actually having to pay the price for their behavior, like B did? He put himself in that situation and there's nobody to blame but him, got it?
Jimmy: I guess I see what you're saying, but it's just that...
Nick: It's just what? You know what, I don't even give a crap. Fine, forget it, work from home. I don't want to be surrounded by a bunch of sniveling losers like you anymore anyway. So get the hell out of here.
Jimmy and Max seem a bit taken back by Nick's reaction as they both sit there staring at him silently. However, after just a few moments, Nick snaps at them again.
Nick: GO! NOW!!!
With that, Jimmy and Max both quickly run off at the locker room, leaving Nick behind in a bit of an angry fit as the scene cuts away.
June 23, 2013 - San Diego, California - RIMAC Arena
SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship Match
Necra Octavian Kane puts her title up for grabs against Amy Marshall!
The camera switches to Matthew Kennedy and the Skar Brothers, conversing amongst themselves, out of nowhere, a man charges at them, clotheslining one of the brothers to the floor. Before the other can react, the man spins around with a spinning back elbow, catching him under the chin and knocking him to the floor. The man turns to face Matthew Kennedy, but Kennedy fires the first shot, nailing the man in the head, but the man fires another shot back, knocking Kennedy against the wall. The man nails Kennedy in the head. The mystery man takes Matthew by the head and charges him towards a drinks machine, smash Kennedy's head in to the machine repeatedly like a wild man. Kennedy falls to the floor and the man dusts his hands off, turning away and walking down the hallway. He pushes open a door and in to an office where Hot Stuff Mark Ward sits.
HS: Get it done?
The camera turns around to show the face of Kain!
Simone: Kain is back!
Kain: I said I would, now...
Hot Stuff nods and hands Kain a brown envelope.
Kain: Where have you got all this money from for these bounties.
HS: Well when you run a company, you have certain information given to you, such as bank account details. Allows you to put money in and with the right words, take money out.
A twisted smile crosses Kain's face.
Kain: So Erik has been paying for these the whole time.
Hot Stuff smiles
HS: Without any clue.
Kain nods in approval but Hot Stuff's phone vibrates on the desk. Hot Stuff looks down, reading the message out loud.
HS: Watch out in the main event, heavy presence.
Kain: What does that mean?
HS: It means we need to go and speak to Team SCW.
Hot Stuff walks around the desk, opening the door. Kain follows him out and the two walk on. James Huntington-Hawkes III and Simpson stands in the hallway, James has his phone in hand. Kain glares at him, causing him to hide behind Simpson. Kain and Hot Stuff get to the door that says Team SCW written on it and walk in as the scene fades.
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is an Inter-Promotional Tag Team Grudge Match! Introducing first, from Helena, Montana… standing at 6 feet 3 inches and weighing in at 230 pounds, he is… THHHATCHERRRR 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.
Adams: This match has been very much anticipated, especially by the fans following the action on Twitter.
The lights in the Pioneer Gym dim down low and we can hear the opening drums from “Burning Down The House” by the Used. The crowd jumps to their feet and a loud pop of a cheer erupts through the theater as Drake Green steps out from the entrance and the crowd starts cheers.
Crowd: POP!
Adams: They’ve only ever been able to see this man on TV before. This is there first glimpse in person of Mr. Showtime! Simone: And what a good glimpse it is! Green, with a large smile, stands in long blue wrestling tights with three white nautical stars on each leg and blue boots which have blue kick-pads on the front showing his initials 'D G' in white. He is wearing white wristbands and a black, skin tight, 'Showtime' t-shirt. Around his waist sits his ACW Maritime Junior Heavyweight title belt. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the roof, just as the lyrics for the song kick in.
#Watch out
#You might get what you're after
#Cool babies
#Strange but not a stranger
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy
#Burning down the house
As the guitars kick in with the heavy riff Drake thrusts his fist forward, punching the air in front of him and then begins to strut his way down toward the ring.
Justin Decent: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 230 pounds. He is the reigning ACW Maritime Junior Heavyweight Champion, making his first appearance on the west coast... “Mr. Showtime” DRAKE GREEEEEEEN!!!
The crowd cheers as Drake makes his way down to the ring, slapping the hands of fans on either side of the walkway as his theme song plays.
Adams: The California fans can’t wait to see this guy in action. Drake moves toward the ring and walks up the steel steps and slides in between top and middle rope. He walks over to the corner and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He jumps down and walks over to the opposite corner and jumps up again. Crowd: Drake! Drake! Drake! He jumps down off of the rope, throws his title belt back over his shoulder, and walks over toward the side of the ring, motioning for the microphone. Drake: Hello, California! Crowd: POP! Drake: Finally the SCW front office has brought me over to the greatest fans on the planet. Crowd: Louder POP!
Drake: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages....welcome to the show! Crowd: Even louder POP!
Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical superstar of all time?! I am your Maritime, I am your Empire, I am the baddest showstopper California has ever known and I just gotta ask you one thing Hayward. What time is it? Crowd: Showtime! Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it? Crowd: Showtime! Drake: People of California, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?! Crowd: SHOWTIME! Drake walks over to the side of the ring and tosses back the microphone to Justin. He takes off his t-shirt and hands it, along with his title belt, to the referee. He slaps hands with Thatcher Rex, checks the ropes, tugs on them two times, and then waits for his opponents to be introduced. Justin Decent: And their opponents… At a combined weight of 520 pounds… JERRRRRRRRICHO HILL and GIANI DI LUUUUUUCAAAA!!! A few cameras file through the curtains, lining up in various positions around the curtains.. “Wrecked” by Killbot plays over the PA when Giani comes from behind the curtains. He is wearing his crown and garb over his shoulders, but bows down to one knee, turning to the curtains. Jericho Hill walks out slowly as Giani stands back up. He looks out to the audience, pointing out a few as Jericho Hill shouts at the booing audience. They strike a quick pose when a blast of pyros that Giani has supplied rains down on them. As they continue to rain down, both men looks to each other and pause, soaking in the boos of the audience. They really get them going as Giani flips his hands from under his chin, laughing as they boo. Jericho waves them off with a devious smile on his face. Giani jumps onto the ring apron and soaks in the audience reaction before climbing under the top rope where Jericho slides in. Giani bounces from the ropes, then runs over to the far turnbuckle and raises his fist high in the air for his camera crew while Jericho takes the opposing corner. He leaps down and joins Giani who jogs in place. They look to each other, discussing something as they carefully watch their opponents with wicked smiles on their faces. DING! DING! DING!
TAG TEAM MATCH
Simone: A lot of fans were worried that this match wouldn’t happen given the split from NWA, but all parties involved were eager as ever to continue with this match.
Adams: If anything, the turn of events has given this match even more hype than it already had, and all four men are in the spotlight just for being part of it.
As both teams decide who is going to start this off, referee Jasmine St. John checks Giani Di Luca for any foreign objects. He holds his hands up in the air to ask if she is serious. She quickly checks Jericho Hill as well as Giani saunters over to the center of the ring where Drake Green is standing, ready to fight. Giani mouths off an insult at Drake, and Drake rebuts. Both men are smiling as they begin to circle one another. Drake goes to tie up, but Giani is ready for it, which causes Mr. Showtime to take a step back, goading The Italian Stallion. Giani taunts Drake, motioning him forward with his hands.
Adams: The suspense is killing me! I want to see Drake slap the piss outta Giani.
Simone: Trust me, you are not the only one…
Drake goes in for another attempt, but Giani slides behind him for a German Suplex. Drake reaches his elbow back and gets the first strike on Giani. He turns around for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, but Giani clubs him with both arms, breaking the hold. He sends Drake against the ropes with an Irish whip, looking for a Big Boot, but Drake ducks under it, bouncing off of the opposing ropes. He comes back with a Running Dropkick attempt, but Giani side steps it. Giani goes for a Bulldog on Drake, but Drake sends him flying into the ropes. Drake waits for him to rebound, but Giani grips onto the ropes, using the momentum to shove Green down onto the canvas while saving himself from what looks to be a roll up attempt.
Adams: This is a match of pure talent versus pure talent. It is like the Unstoppable Force meeting the Immovable Object.
Simone: As much as I hate to admit it, Giani Di Luca does have a great deal of talent. That doesn’t mean that I can’t wait to watch Drake Green knock that cocky grin off of Giani Di Luca’s face.
With Drake down, Giani bounces off of the ropes with a Leg Drop. He gets up from the mat and drags Drake up with him. He taunts the audience before bringing him down with a quick, picture perfect Snap Suplex. He looks over to Jericho Hill with a smile, tossing Drake into his corner. Jericho Hill gets in a few good punches before Giani comes rushing at him with a Body Avalanche. Giani flicks his fingers under his chin at the fallen Drake Green, shouting “Fuhgeddaboudit!” As he turns around, Thatcher Rex immediately meets him with a massive clothesline. Jericho Hill gets in the ring, but is quickly headed off by Jasmine. She orders him to his corner, threatening him. He waves her off, but she shoves him back to his corner. While Jericho contemplates the possibilities, Drake spins him around and flings him over the top rope.
Simone: And Drake Green is quickly back in the game!
Adams: It looks like he is a little more concerned about Jericho Hill rather than the legal competitor here. That could be a very big mistake.
Drake is ready to go after Jericho when Giani comes up behind him, pulling him back in by the hair. He taunts the audience, pointing to Drake when Drake elbows him in the side. Giani tightens his insulting grip on Drake, pulling him up a little more straight. Drake elbows him again, and again. He finally hits a forth that causes Giani to nearly double over. He wraps his arm around Giani’s neck, nailing a perfect Spinning Neck Breaker. Giani holds onto his neck and Drake runs to the opposing ropes. He leaps onto the second one, looking for a Springboard Moonsault. Giani moves out of the way, proud of himself. He stumbles to his feet, but he doesn’t notices that Drake has landed on his feet. He laughs and points at a fan in the front row, turning around to find a front facing Atomic Drop that nearly makes his eyes roll back. He turns around, doing his own celebration. He doesn’t notice that Jericho has entered the ring. He rushes Drake into his own corner, knocking into Thatcher Rex!
Adams: Look at Jericho Hill acting like his shit doesn’t stink. He forced the first tag in this match, and Drake isn’t happy about this one bit.
Simone: That was a dumb move, bringing in a fresh opponent when your partner is out on the ground… Wait a minute…
Jericho pulls a stunned Thatcher Rex over the top ropes. He sends Rex into the opposing ropes, charging at him with a Short Arm Clothesline. He brings him back across the ring to the ropes where he repeats the maneuver. Once Giani is up, he sends Rex across the ring to him. Giani hits a Drop Toe Hold over the middle rope and Jericho darts across the ring. Giani gives him a bit of a lift as he leaps over with a Guillotine Leg Drop across the back of Thatcher’s head. Jasmine shouts at Jericho for his interference, but he insists that he points to the tag rope he is picking up and grins a devious smile. Giani saunters around the ring, pointing at Rex and laughing. As the boos come through, Giani picks Rex up from the ropes. He picks him up, letting out a roar as he lifts Rex above his head. He turns around, showing this off to everyone in the ring before dropping him down to the ground.
Simone: I hate to admit it, but that is an amazing feat of strength shown by Giani Di Luca. He is only a couple inches taller, and equally as built as Rex and he just picked him up like it was nothing.
Adams: But look at him… He knows it, and he wants to make sure everyone else does too.
He shrugs his shoulders as he struts across the ring. He watches Rex carefully as he gets up to his hands and knees. As Rex stands up, Giani charges at him with a Big Boot. After connecting with it, he stomps around in a circle, waving his arms up, shouting.
Giani: NOW THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKIN’ ABOUT!
Giani struts over to his corner and tags Jericho Hill in. The duo walks over to Rex, picking him up from the mat. They wrap their arms around his neck and bring him over with a double Vertical Suplex, letting him hang in the air for a second. Drake tries to get inside to save his partner, but Jasmine interferes, forcing him outside of the ring. Giani gets in a few good stomps before exiting the ring. Drake argues with the referee while Jericho stomps away at Rex. When he is satisfied, he picks Rex off of the ground. He flings him toward the ropes, but Rex reverses it. As Hill comes off of the ropes, Rex goes for a Back Body Drop. Instead, he is met by a Jawbreaker. He bounces off of the ropes again and catches Rex with a Yakuza Kick that sends him down to the ground. Jericho leaps onto the nearest turnbuckle and steadies himself. He is ready to leap off backward for something when Drake Green runs over and trips him up, causing him to fall down to the mat hard.
Adams: That one could have been bad for Thatcher Rex, but his partner was looking out for him.
Simone: Drake seems pretty pleased with himself, but Giani is in his corner fuming. He won’t say anything because he and Jericho have been guilty of that the entire match.
Rex gets up to his feet. He watches Jericho favoring his ankle, and he gets a sadistic grin on his face as he stalks about. He waits for Jericho to get to his hands and knees before dashing forward with a punt kick to his jaw. He picks Jericho off of the mat for a Scoop Slam, planting him down on his back. He presses down as hard as he can against Jericho’s shoulders and Jasmine drops down for the count.
1!
2!
Simone: And a powerful kick out in the first pin attempt of the entire match. Rex had to know that Jericho wouldn’t be that easy to put away.
Adams: Even the stupid Itie knew it. He didn’t even budge from his corner.
Rex picks Jericho off of the mat and sends him at the ropes again. This time, both men have the same idea as they come colliding hard with powerful flying fists to each other’s faces. Both men collapse down on the mat. Rex rolls over and starts to crawl over toward Drake. Jericho does the same, crawling over toward his corner. Rex beats him there, leaping up to tag in a rejuvenated Drake Green. He climbs in under the ropes with fire in his eyes. He grabs onto Jericho’s ankle and drags him to the center of the ring. He drops down, digging his elbow into Jericho’s knee. He wrenches it tightly until he sees Giani trying to get past Jasmine to enter the ring. He lets up and mocks Giani by flipping his fingers under his chin, shouting “Fuhgeddaboudit!” before laying in several kicks to Hill’s prone body. Drake pulls Jericho off the canvas and whips him in to the corner, Drake charges in to Jericho with a splash. Jericho puts his head up and clashes heads with the charging Drake. Drake stumbles backwards and in to Thatcher, who tags himself in.
Simone: Thatcher in now to try and keep up the attack.
Thatcher charges in, and clotheslines Jericho to the canvas. Thatcher pull Jericho up and whips him in to the ropes. Giani tags himself in.
Adams: Stevie Wonder tag!
Simone: Eh?
Adams: Blind tag.
Jericho slides under Thatcher's legs and gets to his feet, charging towards Drake, and spearing him off the ring apron. Thatcher looks confused but Giani is in the ring behind Thatcher. He hooks Thatcher up, taking him by surprise and dropping him with the Jersey Turnpike! Giani goes for the cover.
1!
2!
3!
DING DING DING
Justin Decent: The Winners of the match, Giani Di Luca and Jericho Hill!
Simone: What a match.
Adams: I can see why Drake Green is highly rated by ACW, he was great, the spoils just go to Giani and Jericho.
The face of Jason Burnside appears on the big screen.
JB: I’ll keep this short and sweet, I’ll be at Into the Void II, not only that but I’m issuing an Open Challenge to anyone on this damn roster to try and stop me!
Burnsides face fades out.
The scene cuts backstage to the locker room of Team Erik, which is mostly quiet at this time, but has the camera focused in on Tom Dudely, who is in the process of preparing for this evening's main event match. A moment later, another figure walks into the shot and stops and begins to stand over Tom. Tom, clearly feeling the presence of someone there, looks up as the camera pans out to show the person to be none other than Tom's former teammate-turned-enemy-turned-teammate, Nick Jones. Tom gets up from his seat on the locker room bench and looks Nick straight in the eyes.
Tom: Well would you look at what we have here, I certainly can't say I would have expected this.
Nick: No one did, that's what made it all so brilliant.
Tom: Almost as brilliant as when I did the same thing months earlier, right?
A smirk comes across Tom's face as Nick simply glares at Tom.
Nick: The difference is I actually had some sort of strategy and plan to what I did. You just set yourself up for a series of rather significant ass-kickings.
Tom simply ignores Nick's comment as he gives him a rather displeased look.
Tom: Is there something you want from me?
Nick: I didn't come here to get into more of this banter with you. Quite the opposite actually. We had our match, we did what we needed to do and got it all out of the way. Now we're on the same side and in the end, fighting for the same greater good.
Tom: That is something the two of us can certainly agree on. I think it's about time we show everyone around here what the real backbone of Supremacy was all along.
Nick nods along with what Tom is saying, but as Tom finishes, Nick mumbles a comment under his breath in response.
Nick: Plus you wouldn't want me to have to beat your ass again.
Tom's ears perk up as he seems to have caught a bit of what Nick said, but perhaps not in its entirety.
Tom: What the hell did you just say?
Nick: Me? Oh, nothing. Just, um... clearing my throat. But yeah, you're damn right about what you said. So how about we go ahead and bury the hatchet, huh?
In response, Tom mumbles a bit of a snide comment under his breath as well.
Tom: And that way you can come running back for me to save your ass.
Nick seems to catch a bit of it as he immediately shoots a look at Tom as he snaps back.
Nick: Excuse me?!?
Tom: Oh, just saying how yeah, let's bury the hatchet.
Nick: Well... fine. Glad to see we can settle this so peacefully.
Nick slowly reaches out his hand to Tom while giving him a bit of a sideways glare. After a brief hesitation, Tom extends his hand as well and the two men shake hands.
Tom: Let's start this off right by showing everyone between us and Casey, what Team Erik is really all about.
Nick: And show everyone what a bunch of no-talent jackasses those Team SCW clowns really are.
Nick and Tom give another quick handshake as they nod their heads towards one another. Tom then sits back down to finish getting ready for his match as Nick turns and walks off out of the shot as the scene cuts away.
Adams: Hey Belinda, do you know what time it is?!
Simone: Ummm...Are you stealing a line from Drake Green for this one?
Adams: HAHA! No, but good one! It's BOMBSHELL TIME!
Simone: I should have guessed that.
Newly appointed "Head Referee", Drew Patton, with a smug smile on his face ready for the next match.
Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman, our next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first from Miami, Florida...Weighing in at 120lbs...JESSIE SALCO!
The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of "I Want Out" by Helloween tears the PA system a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake. The two do some headbanging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring. Once she's on her feet, she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband and looking towards the backstage entrance, waiting for her opponent to enter.
Simone: Jessie never turns down a fight, Jason, but she definitely has her work cut out for her in this one.
Justin Decent: And introducing her opponent...From Austin, Texas...Weighing in at 145lbs...She is one half of your SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions...RAYNIN!!
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 confident. Gothika, Darknyss and Raynin stand on stage and raise their fists in the air looking around confidently before the lights come up completely. They go from one side of the stage to the other, talking junk to the crowd and throwing their fists in the air.
The Sky
Will Break
Black Fire
Will Wake
Fly On Through The Night
We Built An Alliance
Our Numbers Are Strong
We Gather
But We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunitics
They Must Think Of Us
Gothika, Raynin and Darknyss come back to the center of the stage and pose once more before they start to walk down the ramp to the ring. Jessie glares at each of them as they make their way to the ring.
Adams: Jessie looks more ready to fight then ever before. I like it!
Simone: You like ANYTHING to do with the bombshells, Jason.
But Now We Must Fly
Beasts In The Night
Tragic In The Sky
Battlefield In Sight
Storm Gathers Strong
Cold Blackend Flame
Tell Us Our Future
Stories Of The Slain
Darknyss stops at the center of the ramp as Raynin and Gothika each walk around opposite sides of the ring. Gothika slides under the bottom rope as Darknyss climbs up onto the edge of the apron and steps through the second rope and Raynin climbs the far stairs and grabs the top rope and flips over the rope.
Dangerous Creatures
Those That Oppose Us
Raped All Their Power
Bartered With Warlocks
Cheated The Demons
For Ancient Spells
The Blackened Fire
Waits To Consume Us
Raynin and Gothika each climb a corner throwing their fists in the air and pumping them to the beat of the music as Darknyss stands in the center of the ring, pointing at them and talking junk to the crowd, nodding. Raynin and Gothika jump down and Gothika and Darknyss exit the ring, standing on the outside to support Raynin. Drew then turns and looks at Jake Salco standing outside the ring, He walks over to him, mouths a few words before pointing toward the backstage, ejecting him from ringside! Jessie and Jake are FURIOUS!
Adams: Uh oh...Jessie is going to have to do this one by herself!
Simone: Go figure. The Fallen are members of Team Erik and he allows them to stay out at ringside, but he ejects Jake? It's ridiculous!
Jessie gets over and gets in Drew's face, screaming and yelling at him. He puffs his chest out, reiterating that HE is in charge and she better step back, but Jessie refuses to stand down as Jake slowly makes his way backstage, and Raynin watches, with a smirk as she slowly starts stalking Jessie, who has her back turned to her opponent.
Jessie: How is that fair! That bitch has---Before Jessie can even finish that sentence, Raynin runs up behind her, elbowing her in the back of the head, and Jessie stumbles forward against the ropes, and Drew calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
BOMBSHELL MATCH
Adams: Poor Jessie.
Simone: I agree, Jason, but lately this is what you get when you mess with Team Erik it seems.
Raynin quickly goes on the offensive, pinning Jessie's throat against the ropes, choking her! Jessie struggles to break free, but Raynin doesn't let up and Drew just stands there, doing absolutely nothing to get Raynin to break the illegal hold, and the crowd boos this sickening display.
Simone: Come on Drew! Do your damn job!
Adams: I think he is doing his job...He's doing what Erik Staggs is paying him to do!
After a time much longer than five seconds, Raynin finally pulls Jessie away from the ropes by her hair, helping her to her feet. Jessie is choking for air and struggling against Raynin's grip on her, but Raynin continues her assault. Raynin pulls Jessie in close, practically spitting venom to the Heavy Metal Bombshell and Jessie uses the opportunity to deliver a nasty headbutt that causes Raynin to release her. Their is a fire in Jessie's eyes as she charges at Raynin and spears her to the ground, deliver a fast round of punches to Raynin's head! The crowd goes wild cheering her on!
Adams: Yes! GO JESSIE!
Simone: I'm not sure I've ever seen, or heard, Jessie this pissed!
Indeed Jessie is fueled by rage as she sits over Raynin and continues hitting her temple and slamming her head into the canvas for good measure. On the outside of the ring, Gothika and Darknyss shout at Drew, and he actually does his job this time as he starts his count.
1..
2..
3..
4..
Jessie stops momentarily to glare up at Drew and flips him the bird. Drew's eyes widen in shock and just as Jessie is about to continue where she left off, Drew grabs a hold of her and yanks her away from Raynin. Jessie gets in Drew's face and he responds by pulling at his referee's shirt, remind Jessie who is in charge. She doesn't seem to care, however as she continues yelling at him, paying no attention to Raynin who is getting back to her feet.
Adams: Jessie pay attention to Raynin and not Drew!
Simone: Raynin's lip is busted open, but I don't think she knows it. She's got Jessie right in her sights!
Jessie has finally had enough of Drew and she SHOVES him away sending him stumbling against the ropes and when she spins around, she is met with a big boot to the face as Raynin hits her with a superkick, but Drew has already called for the bell! He walks over to deliver his decision to Justin Decent as Raynin begins kicking Jessie repeatedly in her stomach, and Gothika and Darknyss slide in the ring under the bottom rope.
Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman, your winner by disqualification...Raynin!
Simone: Oh sure! He'll disqualify Jessie right away for defending herself, but when Raynin blatantly ignores the rules, it's okay? Now look at this! Gothika is holding Jessie now.
Adams: Someone get out here and help her!
Gothika has a tight grip on Jessie, who is seemingly dazed and confused as the Tag Team Champions go to work on Jessie and Drew Patton makes his down the ramp towards the backstage as the crowd boos him. Darknyss cheers her ladies on as they attack Jessie, and just as Drew is about to disappear backstage, Jessie's brother Jake dashes through the curtain, nailing Drew with a vicious clothesline that sends the ref down to the floor, before he flies down the ramp and to the ring to save his sister!
Simone: Finally! Get them Jake!
Noticing Jessie's fired up brother, The Fallen quickly toss Jessie to the mat, and slide out of the ring just as Jake slides in under the bottom rope. He goes over to his sister's side, glaring at the Fallen as they retreat backstage with smirks on their faces, but his attention soon falls back on his sister as she is just barely moving after that attack. SCW Officials head down to the ring as well, assisting Jake as they help Jessie back to her feet and to the backstage to get checked out.
The scene opens up to show Simon Jones sat in a locker room, leaning forward with his head bowed; Simon looks up at the camera, and leans back in his chair.
Simon: Don't be fooled by the setting, it's not the Pioneer Gym that I'm currently sat in - this is being recorded in advance, in Canada, before I fly out to California for Climax Control. And the reason why I'm recording this in advance of the show is that, with SCW being short of staff at present - thanks to Erik Staggs - I've chosen to enlist the services of DeMarcus Paris, for the purpose of an interview.
The view from the camera widens to show ACW reporter DeMarcus Paris sat adjacent to Simon; Simon then turns to look at DeMarcus.
DeMarcus: Thanks for providing me with this opportunity.
Simon: No problem.
DeMarcus: Now Simon, in the main event of Climax Control last Sunday, you outlasted ten other men to emerge victorious from the open invitational gauntlet battle royal - where does that win rank alongside the other big wins that you've had in your career?
Simon: I said beforehand that, depending on when I entered the match, I could be in for a long night - well, entering the match first, it certainly did turn out to be a long night for me, but thankfully, that did not prevent it from also being a successful night for me. So, whilst I wouldn't say that it was the single biggest win of my career, it was definitely the hardest fought win that I've had.
DeMarcus: And with that win, you of course earned a shot at the SCW Heavyweight Championship at Into The Void II - you must be looking forward to that match.
Simon opens his mouth to respond, but pauses for a couple of seconds before he says anything.
Simon: I am, but rather than sharing my thoughts on that match now, I'd prefer to wait until nearer the date of Into The Void. Before that, there's another match in SCW that I'm involved with, this weekend. So let's take it one match at a time.
DeMarcus: The match this weekend that you referred to will again see you in the spotlight of the main event of Climax Control, as you act as the special guest referee of a six man tag team match pitting...
Simon interrupts DeMarcus.
Simon: Sorry, I need to correct you on something there: I won't be in the spotlight - no-one attends a sporting event to watch an official; the six men in the match are the ones that the fans will be there to see.
DeMarcus: Okay, but it's still an unusual role for you to find yourself in. And in a high profile match, no less.
Simon: That's true.
Simon turns towards the camera.
Simon: In fact, let me show you all what I intend to wear when I perform my duties as the special guest referee.
The camera follows Simon as he leans forward and reaches down into a sport bag that is by his feet; he pulls out a shirt that, whilst black and white striped, is noticeably different from a normal referee's shirt.
Simon: This is a replica Santos FC shirt from the 1970s; for the uneducated, Santos is a Brazilian football club.
Simon turns back to face DeMarcus.
Simon: I'm fully aware that this isn't really a referee's shirt, but it seems appropriate for me to wear this, as I'm not really a referee.
DeMarcus: Indeed - I believe this is the first time that you've ever been assigned as the referee for a match.
Simon nods his head.
Simon: Well, I've learned everything that I need to know about how to be a referee from watching Misty. But seriously, none of the six men in the match should be concerned about me being anything other than completely impartial - I have no axe to grind with any of them.
DeMarcus: Including Jordan Williams?
Simon: Yes, including Jordan Williams - once this weekend has passed, then maybe I'll begin to turn my attention to my match against him at Into The Void, but like I said earlier: one match at a time.
As Simon looks towards the camera again, the scene cuts away.
June 23, 2013 - San Diego, California - RIMAC Arena
SCW Roulette Championship Match
In a four corner match, Thatcher Rex defends against number one challenger, Primetime Matthew Kennedy, Kain and an unnamed forth challenger!
Opening up backstage we find Odette standing on top of the building, looking towards the camera she licks her lips before sucking her bottom lip into her mouth.
Odette: For weeks now, my Rydernites, my Gabriel and myself have had our names dragged through the mud from one lady in particular. One lady who refuses to let the past be the past, one lady who refuses to move on… Amanda… for weeks you have been calling me out, for weeks you have been calling me scared. Scared of who? You?
Giggling lightly Odette pushes a strand of loose hair out of her face that was being caught in the wind.
Odette: Amanda let me tell if to you straight. I don’t fear you, or your little threats to end me.. to destroy me… but just to shut you the hell up… I’ll give you what you want… I’ll give you, your match you’re so desperately banging on about… but let’s make it a match that no one will forget, let’s make it…interesting.
The cameras pull back from Odette to see that in her right hand she is holding a blind folded woman by the hair.
Odette: For weeks you have been saying that if you had to, you would use Gabriel to get to me… well Amanda consider this your first and final warning.
Dragging the woman over towards the edge of the building Odette pulls her up off her knees. Holding the woman close Odette looks towards the camera over her shoulder.
Odette: Say hello Laura
Looking at the blind folded woman that is in front of her Odette smiles as Laura starts to scream towards the camera.
Odette: I said to say hello, not shout in my ear damn it… Now Laura tell Amanda where we are?
Laura was trying to talk but her word were stumbling.
Odette: Are you high? I can’t make any sense out of what your trying to say…
Pulling her over towards the edge more Odette goes to toss Laura over the edge but stops. Laura is now clinging to Odette not sure of what she is going to do, not sure where they are as she is blind folded. The wind picks up around them as Odette once again goes to shove her off the building top but then catches her again.
Odette: Amanda, I’ll see you at Into the Void II…
One last shove and Odette sends Laura off of the top of the building. But at the same time as Laura being tossed over the edge of the “building” the screams doesn’t last long before the thud sound of skin hitting concrete is heard. The starry night sky behind Odette starts to move as a stage hand removes the back drop, the cameras zoom out to see two big industry fans are producing the wind. The side of the “building” Odette just pushed Laura off was just a set of stairs. Laura is still shaken and screaming as Odette just shrugs her shoulders and sighs.
Odette: Where in California the home of Hollywood, Laura… don’t be so dramatic…
Winking at the camera Odette goes to walk off, but stops and looks down it.
Odette: Oh and Amanda don't threaten my loved ones... at Into The Void II… Let’s ride.
The scene fades.
Justin: The following matchup is for one fall… and it is tonight’s Maaaaaaaaaainnnn eeeeeveeent!! Introducing weighing in at 370 pounds from Nashua New Hampsire…. He is the freight train of pain… Caseeey Willliams….
The opening chords to Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.
"Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere"
Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
"All is lost again
But I'm not giving in
I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away"
Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder.
Justin: And his partner weighing in at 215 pounds from Dudelyville California… he says he is the only star here… Tooom Duuudely…
“Kamikaze” by Five Iron Frenzy blasts throughout the arena and Tom Dudely soon bursts out to the top of the ramp. He feeds off of the crowd’s energy as he makes his way to the ring, slapping as many hands as he can along the way. 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 work the crowd before hopping down to face his tag team partner Casey.
Justin: last but not least rounding up the team… weighing in at 251 pounds, from Los Angeles California… be claims to be the best of them all… Niiiick Jones!!!
"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout. Moments later, Nick Jones walks out through the curtain, causing the boos to intensify. Nick walks to the top of the ramp and then waits as the lovely Diana Roberts makes her way out behind him. Nick drops down to a knee as a cocky smirk comes across his face while he flexes his muscles and Diana rubs his chest. Nick gets up and takes Diana's arm before turning back toward the curtain and waiting as the Entourage's Tony Capicelli make his way out. Tony flanks Nick and Diana as they make their way down the ramp, slowly walking down as Nick makes sure to taunt and mock all of the fans along the way. Nick walks to the steel steps and waits for Diana to climb up first, watching her from behind before quickly walking up behind her, while Tony waits outside the ring. Nick walks across the apron and steps one leg into the ring, taking a seat onto the middle rope, holding the ropes open as Diana climbs in. Nick sits there, looking around the arena and has a look of disdain on his face as he shakes his head in disgust, soliciting even more jeers from the audience. Nick laughs at this response as he turns away from the crowd to climb into the ring, swinging his other leg into the ring and then walking over to his corner, where Diana now sits on the top turnbuckle. Nick leans back while Diana rubs his shoulders, as he waits with a cocky and confident smirk on his face.
Justin: and their opponents at a combined weight of 426 pounds, they’re the current NWA Tag Team Champions… being accompanied to the ring by their manager Synn and Angel… please welcome Gabrieeeel and Despaaaaayrrrreee….
"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 and much to Nick Jones’ surprise Big B. 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 escorts them to center ring where the lights dim down. He then sets foot in front of them and points right at the pair and an explosion of red pyros go off.
Synn and Big B then brings Gabriel and Despayre back to their corner to wait for the start of the match. While Big B is staring a hole into Nick’s chest.
Justin: and their partner… weighing in at 250 pounds, hailing from Atlanta Georgia… he is the current Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion… The god of professional wrestling… Joooordannn Williams!!!
The camera pans around the crowd for a bit when "Subconcious" hit’s 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. 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. 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. 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.
Adams: Well that took forever…
Simone: What did?
Adams: All those bloody entrances…
As all the competitors are standing in the middle of the ring, Simon gives them the run down pointing at his stripped shirt telling the boys that he won’t be taking any crap from either team tonight. Nick, Tom and Casey fob him off as they turn and look to each other arguing over who is going to start the match up. While the heels are fighting Gabriel and Jordan exit the ring swiftly as Despayre charges towards his three larger opponents, with thunderous speed. Jumping up Despayre connects to all three of them with a cross body take down. Nick and Tom tumble out of the ring getting distance between themselves and unorthodox Despayre. The SCW crowd in attendance jump up to their feet and start a “Despy” chant.
SIX MAN TAG TEAM MATCH
Adams: Well it looks like Casey and Despayre will be starting if off here tonight.
Simone: Despayre not wasting any time, making his mark.
Casey makes his way back to his feet but is meant with a fury of left and right punches to his chest. Despayre quickly grabs Casey’s hand and whips him across the ring. Rebounding off the ropes Despayre grabs hold of the back of Casey’s head and slams him face first into the ring canvas with a springboard bull dog. Despayre exploded in a frog jump style and piling on top of Casey for a quick cover. Simon makes the count.
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Casey kicks out as Tom is now blasting his tag team partner from the apron ordering Casey to tag him in. Despayre is once again up to his feet and charging towards Casey, tumbling in with a rolling thunder. Instead of hooking Casey’s leg for the pin attempt Despayre springs up and makes a beeline for the closest ropes, as Despayre turns his back to the use the ropes as a springboard he gets tripped up by Tony. Despayre face plants the ring canvas and the stumbling Casey makes his way over towards the fallen Sin’s member.
Simone: That’s not fair…
Adams: Tony is just showing his support for Nick’s team…
Simone: But what did Despayre ever do to him?
Casey bends down and scoops Despayre up in his arms and looks as if he is going for a power slam but as Casey brings the young Despayre up above his head Big B stands up on the ring apron distracting the special guest referee Simon. Despayre counters by sticking his thumbs in Casey’s eyes. The freight train of pain drops Despayre back down to the canvas. The seven deadly sin’s member crawls across the ring to make the tag to his partner Gabriel.
Adams: Despy’s checking out
The fans pipe up as Gabriel storms into the ring as Casey stops rubbing his eyes the two both go for a clothesline but Casey ducks out of the way, he might have avoided the clothesline but he doesn’t avoid the back breaker Gabriel hits from behind. Gabriel leaps to his feet and drags Casey up to his feet whipping him into the neighboring corner. Gabriel jogs backwards before running towards Casey attempting a running high knee but Casey steps out of the way. Gabriel crashes into the corner as Casey dashes across the ring and makes the tag to Nick Jones.
Simone: This should be interesting…
Gabriel makes his way up to his feet as Nick Jones stalks over towards him. Meeting in the centre of the ring the two exchange some words before locking up. As the two go back and forth in the middle of the ring with their lock up Nick Jones is able to push Gabriel into his team’s corner. Releasing the hold Nick back away but lays a firm slap to the side of Gabriel’s face disrespecting him. Gabriel holds the side of his face that Nick slapped with a smirk before the two meet in the centre of the ring once more. Locking up for a second time tonight Gabriel is able to get the upper hand, putting Nick into a side head lock. Gabriel doesn’t keep the hold locked in for long as he swings himself around dropping Nick to the canvas with a swinging neck breaker. As Nick is holding his neck Gabriel springs up to his feet dragging Nick up with him. After a few quick punches, Gabriel steps back and attempts a clothesline but Tony is able to save Nick by pulling his buddy out of harm’s way.
Simone: Tony is proving his worth to Nick tonight that’s for sure.
Gabriel turns but walks straight into an atomic drop by Nick followed by a belly to belly suplex. Gabriel is now down and his team are begging to be tagged in. Nick goes for the cover.
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No! Gabriel is able to get a shoulder up and the Sin City Wrestling fans start a “SO” chant, riling up behind one of their heroes. Nick make sit to his feet and starts to shout at Simon before turning to scoop Gabriel up. But Nick is met with a knee to the temple. Stumble backwards Nick holds his head as Gabriel pops up and ducks behind Jones flatting him with the “Believe This” Gabriel rolls ‘The Best Of All’
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Nick is saved by Tom running in a pulling Gabriel off of him. Tom gets a few good kicks in on Gabriel as well before being ordered out of the ring. Tony is up on the apron shouting out towards Nick trying to encourage him, Bernie had finally had enough of Tony and makes a bee line towards him pulling him from the apron and starts to lay hard left and rights into his former friend. Casey darts down to help Tony but Despy leaps frogs out of nowhere taking down the freight train of pain.
Adams: All hell is breaking lose.
Gabriel and Nick are both back up to their feet, Nick is racing towards Gabriel it looks as if he is going to attempt a spear but Gabriel steps out of the way. grabbing onto Nick as he speeds past Gabriel looks as if he is going for the “Believe This” again but Nick gets a hold of the ropes and holds on for dear life. Nick looks around like he has just out smarted Gabriel but he had really trapped himself in the corner next to Jordan. As Nick is trying to talk to his former stable mate Gabriel nails a drop kick to the back of his head. Shooting back up to his feet Gabriel tags in Jordan to a loud pop from the crowd. Gabriel swiftly exits the ring and storms down to help pull Big B away from Tony and Despy away from Casey. Jordan slowly gets into the ring and takes steps towards Nick who is trying to plead his case for the whole Hot Stuff incident.
Simone: It looks like Nick wants nothing to do with Jordan.
Adams: I don’t believe that’s the case… Nick would have no issues taking it Jordan, I think he is just playing the innocent card.
The more steps Jordan takes towards Nick the more Nick steps back, faking a surrender Nick goes to turn and walk away but then swiftly turns around and pushes Jordan before offloading a barrage of left and right punches. Jordan quickly puts a holt to it by nailing his knee into the gut of Nick, Nick stumbles backwards and Tom makes the blind tag. The fans call out with a monstrous boo as Nick leaves the ring and Tom enters.
Adams: Tom must have been getting sick of waiting for Jordan and Nick to make a move.
Tom storms in cashing into Jordan with a press, before unleashing left and rights to Jordan. On the outside the chaos is still unfolding as now Nick has gone in to help Tony and Casey.
Simone: It’s an all-out brawl here now… Tony and Bernie won’t separate and everyone is trying to separate them.
Jordan pushes Tom off of him with force before stumbling over towards him, hooking his arms with his Jordan lefts Tom off the canvas only to slam him back down to the ring. Keeping his shoulders pinned to the matt Jordan goes for the pin.
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Tom powers out kicks Jordan out of his way. Leaping to his feet Tom starts to kick away at Jordan. Jordan tries to duck and weave out of the way but Tom is too fast. Capturing Jordan’s head and neck swinging him around for a reverse DDT. While Jordan is down Tom dives down with a frog splash before hooking the leg for a pin attempt. Simon Jones rushes over.
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Jordan kicks out! Tom stands up in anger and starts mouthing off towards Simon. Jordan makes his way back up and tries to run at Tom while Tom has his back turned but Dudely turns just at the right time to drop the current Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion to the matt with a drop toe hold. Tom signals that he is looking to lock in the figure four leg lock, but Jordan brings his legs into his chest, pushing Tom away from him. Tom stumbles backwards into the ropes and Jordan leaps up to his feet, taking advantage Jordan goes to hook Tom up for the landslide but Tom counters but during so he drops to the canvas on his knees setting himself up for the Boma Ye. Jordan crashes on top of Tom and goes for the pin.
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Adams: Nooo not Casey.
Casey tries to run in but Sasha has him by the foot.
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Simon calls for the bell as Justin makes his announcementJustin: Here are your winners, Sinful Obsession and Jordan Williams.
Simone: They’ve done it…
Adams: Team SCW taking out the victory!!!
Before anyone can celebrate, Erik Staggs leads out Team Erik, pointing them towards the ring. Erik looks behind him but no one appears. The big screen switches to backstage to see a huge brawl taking place between Team SCW and Team Erik!
Simone: It's going crazy backstage!
Erik tries to walk back through the curtain but starts to back off down towards the ramp as Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Kain start to walk towards him.
Adams: Backing off is the smart move Erik!
Erik backs himself down towards the ring and stops outside but Kain grabs him and tosses him in to the ring. As Erik stands up and steps back, he backs in to Jordan Williams. Erik turns around, looking up at Jordan.
Simone: Erik's in a bad place right now.
Before Jordan can grab Erik, a man jumps over the guardrail a hood covering his face and pushes Erik out of harms way and looking at Jordan. The man pulls off the hood.
Adams: It's Kevin Carter! Kevin Carter is in the ring!
Simone: He doesn't work here anymore! Security!
Kevin smiles at Jordan and turns, throwing a superkick and nailing Erik Staggs right on the jaw! The crowd cheer as Kevin drops down and rolls out of the ring.
Simone: Carter just nailed Staggs!
Carter walks towards Hot Stuff, who hands him a padded looking brown envelope. Carter leaps back over the ring barricade and in to the cheering crowd.
Adams: The fans are chanting Kevin's name!
In the ring, Simon Jones picks up the SCW heavyweight title, looking at Jordan Williams. Simon hands the title to Jordan, keeping his hand on the title.
Simone: We're out of time! We'll see you on next weeks Climax Control!
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