The crowd is alive with energy inside of Cashman Field in Las Vegas, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at all of the fans filling the grandstand and the rows of seats around the grounds itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring as the camera turns to the commentary table, where Belinda Simone and Jason Adams sits.
Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone.
Adams: And I'm watching The Sopranos, but you can call me Jason Adams.
Simone: We are back under the ownership of Christian Underwood and Hot Stuff Mark Ward and we're bringing you six great matches tonight.
Adams: Yippee!
Simone: Indeed Jason. We kick things off with the debut of Syrian Bombshell, Parand Ara as she takes on the metal head herself, Jessie Salco.
Adams: This is a tough one for Ara, as long as Salco doesn't get googly eyed over the new man in her life. Anyone else notice his name is like my cousin Shane's name?
Simone: I would think so. Match number two sees the returning Kevin Carter in action as he takes on one of the fastest rising men in the wrestling world, Drake Green.
Adams: Mr Shooooooooowtime Drake Green.
Simone: Talking of rising stars, we have two up next that could be challenging for top gold, as Jericho Hill is in action against the man of mystery, Lucian Frost.
Adams: This one is gonna be a close one.
Simone: Can't argue that. Vixen is in the ring tonight, as she looks to turn around a losing streak, as she gets to take on Ambrosia Grey.
Adams: Vixen is determined to stop the rot tonight
Simone: Misty left Into The Void II without the Bombshell title. Tonight, she gets to takes on The Fallen's very own Gothika
Adams: She scares me with those vampire looks!
Simone: A lot scares you Jason.
Adams: Tonight's main event doesn't.
Simone: And it shouldn't because the new man himself, Max Burke, teams with Bombshell Roulette champion, Necra Octavian Kane, to go against the dangerous Roulette champion Kain and number one contender to Necra's title, Mercedes Vargas.
Adams: So can we kick this off?
Simone: We can.
Adams: Good! Go! Go! Go!
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. Hot Stuff is wearing snake skin shorts and matching snake skin boots, both with Union Jack flags on both the shorts and boots with HS on the rear. 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 jumps down and Justin hands him a mic.
HS: Two weeks ago tonight, was a turning point in SCW history. At Into The Void II, once again, good triumphed over evil, the real owners of SCW rose to the occasion and brought back the big prize.
The fans cheer, Hot Stuff waits for a few seconds.
HS: What a night it was, new champions being crowned and team SCW rising to the top once more, you saw who I was getting messages from the last few weeks, but we'll hear more from Nick a little later I expect, but one team stood head and shoulders above the rest and that is Team SCW. Tonight, we thank Team SCW, because I got a little surprise for you all. Team SCW, this is where you all get rewarded so listen up. Christian and I have been talking and we are giving you all a chance to give you something you want. I want you all to think about your dream match in SCW, someone you'd like to team with, or someone you'd like to go one on one with and we will make that happen.
The fans cheer loudly.
Adams: Wow!
Simone: Sounds like Team SCW is being richly rewarded.
HS: So if you was a part of Team SCW, you come to me or Christian and tell us your dream match, and we make dreams come true. Before you think picking a champion is gonna get you a fast track to the top, we have the right to decide if you get a title shot, but the opponent, is your choice.
The fans cheer again as Hot Stuff walks up and down the ring.
HS: Now let's clear up a couple of things here. I keep my eye on Twitter, and I couldn't help but see one of Team Erik's biggest supporters, Roxanne, running her mouth about how everyone is a sheep, following the Sheppard or some bull like that. Now that's pretty big words from a little girl that came back from the dead, and doesn't actually work here. Here's the thing Roxanne, you sit there and talk about things that don't concern you, so money where your blood red mouth is Roxanne. Later tonight, I have a contract for you to stop that talking and become one of my sheep again.
Adams: Is Hot Stuff offering Roxanne a job?
Simone: It sounds like it.
HS: Obviously, for you to prove you can back that mouth up, you have to get in line. It will be waiting for you Roxanne. Come, join the herd.
Hot Stuff smiles
HS: Now, let's talk about the future shall we. In August on the 18th, SCW is going on a little cruise again where we will be holding our supercard, Summer XXXTreme II.
The crowd cheer.
HS: We did it last year and we're doing it again, so pack your bags, time to hit the high seas.
Hot Stuff smirks.
HS: Now, it can't have escaped your notice that I'm standing here in my wrestling gear tonight. Here's why. That match at Into The Void II gave me a lot to think about, and I've listened for weeks about Casey Williams rambling on about me, calling me out if you wanna put it that way. After last night and getting my company back, seeing how good I am, you gotta be standing back there shitting your granny panties, but I'm actually good to go. All you have to do, just like any other superstar in SCW, all you have to do is utter the words "I wanna face the boss." It's that simple Casey. Remember the words, say the words and your worst nightmare comes true.
Another smile crosses Hot Stuff's face.
HS: Now, I wasn't the only one to bring the company back home, so let's get the man himself down to this ring. Ladies and Gentleman, Christian Underwood!
EMF's "Unbelievable" immediately answers Hot Stuff's call, blaring across the stadium's sound system! Mark tucks the microphone snugly into his hip pocket and applauds with a smile on his face as his SCW Co-Owner, Christian Underwood, steps out onto the stage and is immediately greeted with cheers and fanfare by the capacity crowd. Christian stares ahead at the ring and the man standing inside of it. He points a forefinger toward Mark and bobs his head to the beat of his own music before he starts down towards the ring, slapping some hands along the way. Arriving at the ringside area, Christian looks out around at the fans who are cheering for his appearance. He smiles briefly before turning back around and then climbs up the steps and once on the ring apron, he pauses to look out to the fans before stepping between the top and middle rope.
Simone: Listen to this crowd! They are thrilled to see the bosses once again standing together in power!
Christian walks up to Mark and shakes his hand before Hot Stuff removes the microphone from his pocket and passes it to Christian's own hand. Christian pauses momentarily and then points toward Mark's pocket.
Christian: I, uh, would have gotten that for you.
The crowd laughs as Mark sneers in good humor and mouths 'I'm sure you would have!'. Christian smiles and backs up a step to address the crowd.
Christian: I have to admit, that it felt pretty strange being inside of this very ring, two weeks ago, not as a boss of Sin City Wrestling, but as a competitor. I swore I didn't want it to happen but circumstances didn't seem to give me much of a choice. Mark here and myself as a team, and was there ever any doubt as to the outcome?
The fans cheer as Mark shakes his head in the negative.
Christian: Now, I suppose I should offer some form of appreciation towards Nick Jones, but I'm as surprised as anyone as to his actions and unaware of his motives. Plus, I'm not too fond of the taste of bile so my thanks will have to wait until our good Mister Jones fills us in on what's going through his mind. For now, Mark and I have to clear up an issue or two and play a bit of damage control. Mark here...
Christian pats Mark on the arm, then turns and looks at his arm and gives it a squeeze before Hot Stuff pulls it away and shakes his finger at him. Christian shrugs and continues his address.
Christian: He's already told everyone here about the reward we're bestowing on the men and women who stood by us as members of Team SCW, but there are a few names outside of this situation that we need to speak of. Three people who were grossly wronged because of Erik Staggs and now that the matter of who is truly in charge of SCW has been settled, we can safely address that issue. Ladies and gentlemen, Mark and I would like to hereby welcome back to Sin City Wrestling...
Christian holds his arm out in the direction of the entrance stage. Mark steps aside to look as well and the curtains part to reveal -- the fans cheer!
Adams: It's Amanda Hugginkiss!
Simone: And Miss Rocky Mountains and Pussy Willow!
The crowd inside of the building begins to enthusiastically chant the names of the three returning staff members...
"Amanda!" "Amanda!"
"Rocky!" "Rocky!"
"Pussy!" "Pussy!"
Adams: Only in SCW can you get away with that little chant!
The three smile and wave to the crowd and once the cheers begin to subside, they go back behind the curtains and Christian continues.
Christian: Now Mark here has already addressed the issues of rewards for the men and women who stood by us through this whole ordeal, but what about those who did not? What about those men and women who actually turned their backs on not only us, but on Sin City Wrestling as we know it? Hm? Well, we'll get to them one by one when the time is right, and all I can say is that I hope each one of them has stock in chapstick because there is going to be some serious butt kissing on their parts if they don't want me to just turn them over to Mark here so he can play a rousing game of 'Bad Cop'. But business before pleasure, and that brings us to the odd man out. That brings us to the man who started this whole sordid mess in the first place. The man whom we trusted to do a job, and he instead decided that he wanted more. He wanted to take a short cut to power and glory, and steal from us everything we labored to build from the ground up. Erik Staggs.
Christian pauses as the crowd begins to rain down with heavy boos and jeering! They show their scorn for several long, torturous moments as Mark himself makes a disgusted face and gives the thumbs down.
Christian: Erik Staggs... even the name leaves a bad taste in my mouth! Ever since Mark and I left Into the Void II as the winners of the Brawl For It All, everyone has been asking what will become of Erik Staggs? Will we fire him?
The crowd cheers in support!
Christian: Will we keep him around and make his life a living hell?
The fans cheer more and Mark gives two thumbs up and a goofy smile.
Christian: Well I can honestly state that right now, Erik Staggs has no stock at all in SCW! That was all on the line in the tag team match against Mark and myself, and we once again each have fifty percent of the stock of SCW! But, as far as his actual job in Sin City Wrestling, well... why don't we hear from the man himself and see just how he condones himself, and everything he's done! Let's see if he can give me one good reason why I shouldn't kick him in the balls so damn hard he'd be giving himself a hummer from the inside out!
The lights dim down slightly as white strobes flash quickly above the stage. The opening buzzing to “Where Eagles Dare” by The Misfits plays. Once the bass starts up, the lights flash along to the beat of the music. Erik pushes his way through the curtains, wearing a Team Erik t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. He is carrying a clipboard in his hands as he grins sadistically out at the booing crowd. He walks down the entryway, soaking in the booing as if they power him. He pauses at the end of the ramp and looks out to both sides. He dashes up to the ring and leaps onto the apron before climbing inside. He looks around at the audience with his evil smirk before grabbing a microphone. He pauses in the center of the ring, waving his arms out at the sides, asking the fans to keep it coming. He looks over to his wrist watch and taps it, shrugging his shoulders as the booing finally dies down. He slowly paces back and forth, keeping an eye on both Mark and Christian. He leans over the middle rope, muttering something to Justin Decent, before snapping and screaming for a microphone. Erik seems to have come into an awful mood now and he is ready to speak. However, he waits for the booing to die down.
Erik: Oh how Twitter has been buzzing about me these last few weeks. All of the little boys and girls who have hid behind the both of you since this company’s inception have been coming out of the woodwork. All I have been hearing is laughter and taunting since you two so valiantly *air quotes* saved this company from the likes of me. Might I offer the two of you my congratulations?
Erik takes a step forward, offering his hand out toward Christian who simply scoffs at it. Erik shrugs and then turns toward Mark who simply laughs and smacks his hand away. Erik stares at his hand for a moment before lifting the microphone back to his lips.
Erik: Or not… Anyway, I know you and the fans are expecting me to come out here, fall to my knees, and beg for you to accept my apologies. You want me to beg for my job, right? Or perhaps you want me to plead with you to forgive those who joined me in the revolution? Well, if you two are naive enough to expect that from you, you will be sorely mistaken.
Erik looks out to the audience who jeers at him. He rolls his eyes as he straightens his posture, cracking his back and neck in the process.
Erik: See, people have said a lot of negative things about me ever since I started my revolution. They have said that I was only using my followers to get to the top. They think of me as nothing more than a rat, simply because I played a wise businessman. Those who stuck by me through thick and thin have been rewarded in their own way. People such as Misty, The Fallen, Giani Di Luca, James Huntington-Hawkes III, and Casey Williams… I’m not the bad guy here. I know you both planned on doing what you could to sack my followers, so I added a “No Sack” Clause to their contracts after Into The Void II. Fortunately, I did not do the same for the traitors such as Necra Octavian Kane and Nick Jones. But I expect things will go back to being the way they were before where ass kissers will jump to the front of the line with title shots and perks, so I’m sure they will get perks of their own…
Erik winks at Christian and Mark before taking a step backward. Erik raises the microphone to his mouth, when Mark raises his hand up over the microphone. Mark gently pats Erik on the shoulder as he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper.
HS: Funny thing, I saw that when we took over the office again. But, that’s not the only thing I saw. I found this other piece of paper that ya tried to pass on through, keeping yourself on as a member of our staff. Kinda non-specific. But, you forgot that two staff members need to accept it, staff and competitor a like. Nice try though, A for effort!
Erik’s smug look fades, along with a lot of the color in his face. He purses his lips together, biting at it nervously as Mark opens the piece of paper up, pointing it out to Erik. He saunters around as Christian laughs at Erik. Erik angrily drops the microphone. He storms over to the ropes and climbs to the apron. The fans cheer and laugh as they start a chant.
”Asssshole! Asssshole! Asssshole!”
Erik hops down, kicking the ring steps out of anger as his eyes flare open. He shoves past a cameraman, getting tangled in his cord, tripping down to the ground. The fans laugh even louder as Erik stumbles back to his feet. He walks up the ramp, looking down in a mixture of anger and embarrassment. He is half way up the ramp when Mark’s voice stops him dead in his tracks.
HS: Erik? Erik, where are ya going mate? You didn’t let me get to the best part… Christian and I have discussed it, and since you no longer count as staff… We both agreed that it might be nice to have our own personal bitch. You seem perfect for the role!
Erik slowly turns back around to face the ring, and if looks could kill, HS and Christian would be dead. Christian pulls a pen out of his pocket and he signs his name to the contract and hands the pen over to Mark who quickly signs. The fans laugh as Erik raises his shoulders up in anger. Mark and Christian wave to him as he storms the rest of the way up the ramp and through the curtains.
Justin: The opening match is for one fall, introducing first weighing in at 120LBS from Miami Florida…. Jessiiiieeee Sallllllcooo!!!
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 waiting for her opponent.
Justin: and her opponent making her Sin City Wrestling debut, please welcome… weighing in at 135LBS from Damascus, Syria… Parand Ara
Dale Oliver's "Arabic Dancer" begins to play over the speakers of the building and the crowd boos as the Syrian Bombshell, Parand Ara, steps out onto the top of the stage with supreme confidence. She looks out at the fans briefly with obvious indifference towards their scorn and she begins her calm walk down toward the ring. If any hands reach out toward her, she pulls away, not desiring to be touched by the 'pigs' in the crowd. She arrives at ringside where she slowly climbs up the steps and enters between the top and middle ropes. She slowly removes her outer abaya and passes it to a ringside attendant before turning to face her opponent.
After the two bombshells enter the ring, they start to circle one another before the debuting Parand Ara strikes forward. Grabbing hold of Jessie Salco, Parand locks her up. Jessie is trying to struggle free but Parand digs her nails in, before tossing Salco to the floor like a rag doll.
Adams: Holy Moley, that new girl is showing her strength straight off the bat.
Simone: Parand Ara is looking to show the rest of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshells what she is capable of.
Getting up off the canvas Salco charges towards Parand, but the debuting bombshell has it all calculated, catching Jessie on the way through she plants the heavy metal lover to the unforgiving matt with a snap suplex. Jessie rolls on the canvas as Parand bends down gripping on to Salco’s hair, she tugs her back up to her feet.
Adams: She is ruthless
Simone: Parand Ara proving to be a great asset to the Bombshell division so far
Letting go of Jessie, Parand steps back and starts to wale into Salco with left and right punches. Knocking Jessie down to her behind, jumping down straight on to her midsection Parand wraps both her hands around her neck choking the life out of her opponent.
Adams: Parand Ara isn’t giving Jessie any momentum here
The referee forces Parand to break the hold before the count of five, but Parand gets straight back on the attack, choking Jessie with one hand will sticking her thumb into her eye.
Simone: The official better get involved here, two illegal moves…
Breaking the hold again before the count of five, Parand rolls over and hooks the leg of Jessie slapping the canvas she demands that the referee to make the count.
1…
2…
No! Jessie springs to life, pushing the debuting Bombshell off of her. Holding her neck and covering her eyes briefly before rolling up to her feet. Parand starts to charge towards her looking for a clothesline but Jessie is able to duck out of the way.
Adams: Come on Salco
As Jessie spins around she attempts to grab a hold of Parand but Parand is already ready and waiting for a fisherman suplex, arching her back Parand goes for another pin.
1…
2…
NO! Jessie kicks out and just in the nick of time before staggering up to her feet. Parand is on her feet as well but as she charges towards Jessie, Jessie is able to floor her with a beautiful standing dropkick. The dropkick is quickly followed up with a standing Moonsault, hooking the leg quickly the NXT Bombshell goes for her first pin attempt for the night.
1…
2…
NO! Parand kicks out with ease, almost tossing Jessie off of her.
Adams: Jessie just went flying like a ragdoll.
As Parand tries to crawl across the canvas Jessie grabs hold of her foot, spinning her legs around it she locks the new bombshell in a leg lock. Parand can be heard yelping in pain as she tries to kick Salco off of her. Jessie applies more pressure before letting go of her leg. Leaping to her feet she rushes off towards the closes turnbuckle, climbing them she without even looking back she attempts a Swanton Bomb. Parand is up to her feet and instead of stepping out of the way she catches Jessie is mid-air, locking her up for what looks like a pile driver.
Simone: No way.
Adams: Way…
Simone: I can’t believe what we’re seeing here.
As Jessie’s legs are placed on each side of Parand’s neck, she starts to wiggle trying to break free of the hold. Parand goes to jump and deliver the move but Jessie counters. Her feet side to either side of her neck, locking in the NXT Bombshell starts to gain a momentum with a perfect counter whirlybird head scissors take down.
Simone: Excellent counter!!!
Parand gets dumped into the canvas head first. Jessie springs to her feet and starts to slam her foot into Parand’s chest. While kicking brutally away at the new Bombshell Jessie points to the top rope getting the fans up on their feet.
Adams: Oh boy let’s hope this attempt pays off.
Delivering one last kick that sends like a cracking sound around the arena Jessie races over towards the top rope, this time she doesn’t line she just jumps up to the top rope, cat like.
Adams: I heard that there was a cat woman movie coming out, I just didn’t realize Jessie was staring in it.
Once on the top rope Jessie looks down at Parand before signaling for “The Wall of Death” 450 Splash. Once she perfectly makes contact she hooks the leg of Parand and goes for the pin.
1…
2…
Out of nowhere Parand rolls her over reversing the pin.
1…
2…
Jessie fights back over powering Parand she counters the pin this time locking her up completely in a modified looking small package style pin. The referee is down and starts the count again.
1…
2…
3…
Ding, ding, ding….
Justin: Here is your winner…. Jeeeeesssssieeeee Saaaaallllcooooo!
The intro of “Simon Says” By Drain STH plays over the arena’s PA system, and to a cheer from the fans, Simon Jones appears at the entry stage, carrying the SCW heavyweight title over his right shoulder. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans. After entering the ring, he walks to the centre and holds aloft the heavyweight title, to further cheers and applause from the fans; he then places the title back over his shoulder, collects the microphone from Justin Decent, and waits for his music to cease playing.
Simon: Having appeared on shows in Argentina, Stockton and San Diego, it feels good to finally get to make an appearance in SCW's home turf - the city of sin itself: Las Vegas.
The crowd cheers.
Simon: What a start to life in SCW it has been for me. Until six weeks ago, I had never wrestled a match in a six-sided ring. Now, two matches and two wins later, I have this to show for my effort.
Simon taps the heavyweight title with his right hand.
Simon: Three months ago I heard Misty say that, until she set foot in ACW, she hadn't heard a single mention of me. Then four weeks ago, Jordan Williams - the man that I would go on to defeat at Into The Void II, to claim this title - essentially said that he didn't know who I am. Well, I think that everyone in SCW is well aware now of who I am, and has had a glimpse of what I'm capable of.
Simon lifts up the title, eliciting more cheers; he holds the title in the air for a moment or two, before putting it back on his shoulder.
Simon: At the end of May, when I made the decision to enter the open invitational battle royal, the match that would determine a new number one contender, I was unsure of exactly how events were going to pan out for me. I didn't expect that so soon afterwards, I would be stood in this ring, in possession of this title - I hoped that it would happen, but I didn't expect it to. And yet here I am, two weeks on from what was arguably the biggest win of my career, with the SCW heavyweight title draped over my shoulder.
Simon looks down at the title and smiles.
Simon: After Into The Void, I was in somewhat of a state of disbelief, as it took a few days for my victory against Jordan Williams to fully sink in; I had to keep looking at the title every so often, to make sure that I hadn't imagined what had happened - I even checked the SCW website a couple of times, to make sure that I was listed as being the champion, and that I hadn't just stolen the title from whomever the real champion was.
Simon laughs slightly.
Simon: I guess that to some people, that may sound silly, but it's the truth. By last weekend though, the realization of what I'd accomplished had firmly set in, and I was able to appreciate how it feels to hold this title - it feels pretty damn good.
Simon looks down at the title again and smiles once more.
Simon: But there's no rest for the wicked. A week ago tonight, Lucian Frost made an appearance in ACW, and made public his intention to come after me and the title.
Simon glances around Cashman Field.
Simon: Now, I expected that sort of thing - to have other members of the roster telling all and sundry that they want my title, well, being a champion, it comes with the territory. And now that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood are back in full control of SCW...
Simon is interrupted by a loud cheer from the crowd.
Simon: ...I'm ready for whatever challenges that they decide to present me with; Frost, Kain, Kevin Carter, or whoever else, just have them form an orderly queue - I look forward to defending my title against any and all opponents, and showing that what I've done in recent weeks was no fluke.
As the crowd cheers again, Simon hands the microphone back to Justin Decent. "Simon Says" by Drain STH begins to play again and Simon steps through the ropes, before heading backstage.
The scene opens up backstage in the interview area with the recently returned SCW Interview Ms. Rocky Mountains standing there with a microphone in hand.
RM: Hello everyone, I'm Ms. Rocky Mountains and I am standing here backstage with the man who shocked the entire SCW community when he helped SCW Co-Owners Christian Underwood and Hot Stuff Mark Ward regain control of their company when he struck his own partner and held back Erik Staggs in the main event of Into the Void II. Ladies and gentlemen... Nick Jones.
The camera shot pans out to show Nick Jones standing next to Rocky with the seemingly always-present confident and smug smirk across his face. Rocky then turns towards Nick as she continues on.
RM: Nick, earlier tonight we heard Hot Stuff make reference to the fact that you had been feeding him information for weeks before your match, can you tell us what really happened?
Nick: What really happened? What happened was you people are all a bunch of giant morons, and you were all so easily played, just as I told Mark you would be.
Rocky has a bit of a look of disgust on her face and certainly has a bit of a displeased tone in her voice, but she follows-up anyway.
RM: Would you care to elaborate on that a bit?
Nick: It's simple really. Everyone around here, whether it's the moronic fans, you idiot interviewers, the dipshit wrestlers or even that dumbass Erik Staggs himself couldn't see what was going on right in front of them. Mark was trying to get me to join Team SCW for a while before my so-called, "turn"...
Nick puts his fingers up to make air-quotes as he says that.
Nick: ... occurred. And while it is true that it started to get on my nerves, what started to bother me even more was that horses ass Erik not only bugging the shit out of me, but trying to play me for a fool and making this entire company an even more obnoxious disaster than it already was. So I finally decided enough was enough, and it was time to put an end to this. So Mark and I talked about it and we realized, what was the quickest way to get this done? Because that was absolutely my number one priority over everything else. And it was simple, take advantage of how stupid everyone else associated with this company is, and all it takes was me hitting one little move on my long-time friend and ally, and like that...
Nick snaps his fingers.
Nick: ... you were all putty in my hands.
RM: So you mean to tell us that this was all planned out from the very beginning? All of it?
Nick: Of course it was. You really think after all the crap that Mark and I have gone through together over all of these years, I was going to let some second-rate back office jackass turn me against him? No, we agreed to do what we had to in order to convince the rest of you that was the case though, and before you knew it I had every last shred of information about Erik Staggs' plans. We even made everyone think it was that little annoying Bieber-lookalike feeding Mark the information, it was great! Then before you knew it, we had this match booked and with me representing half of Team Erik. That right that sealed the deal and ensured this thing was finally getting put to bed. It was just a matter of timing it right and putting our old buddy Tom down for the count, then Mark could take his rightful place back at the top of this company and most importantly of all, I could stop having to deal with hearing all of this constant bullshit.
RM: That was all you really cared about? Putting an end to this because of it was annoying you?
Nick: You got it Madam Mammaries.
RM: To think, I had thought we were about to get through a whole interview without you calling me that.
Nick: Well, I didn't want to disappoint you.
RM: Yeah, thanks. So was there anything else you wanted to say about the events that took place over these past few months?
Nick: All I'll say at this, now that all of this nonsense is finally over with, all of you out there better be ready for Supremacy to retake our rightful place upon the top of SCW. There will be more of this nonsensical bullshit to stop us now.
With that, Nick shoves the microphone away from him and storms off out of the shot as the scene cuts away.
The lights in Cashman Field 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 “Mr. Showtime” Drake Green steps out from the entrance. He lifts his arms up and down, motioning for the few thousand people in the audience to get up and the crowd starts to rain down cheers.
Crowd: POP!
Adams: Here he is. Mr. Showtime!
Simone: Haven't you seen enough of this guy yet?
Adams: No, never!
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 and around his waist sits his ACW Maritime title belt. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky as a cool summer breeze runs through the stadium. Just as the lyrics for the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings.
#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
Justin: 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, “Mr. Showtime”.. Drake Green!.
Adams: This guy exudes confidence and he certainly is a man of the people.
Simone: I think I'm gonna vomit.
Drake stops at a young kid wearing a 'SHOWSTOPPER' t-shirt. He lifts the kid up and gives him a big hug and then signs the SCW Climax Control program for him. He puts the kid down, shakes the father's hand and moves on. He 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, this time unsnapping his belt and raising it high in the air for his Las Vegas fans to see.
Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!
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, Las Vegas!
Crowd: POP!
Drake: Finally SCW 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 soldier, I am your savior, I am the 'Real Main Attraction' and I just gotta ask you one thing Vegas. What time is it?
Crowd: Showtime!
Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?
Crowd: Showtime!
Drake: People of Nevada I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IT IS?!
Crowd: SHOWTIME!
Drake: Now I gotta take just a moment to say a few words about my opponent who's about to make his way out here. Kevin Carter is in a lot of ways the reason we all came here tonight.
The crowd has a mixed reaction.
Drake: Kevin is the Superstar. He embodies all the things that we all know and love about SCW and the world of professional wrestling.
Simone: I just puked in my mouth.
Drake: He's the kinda guy that makes me want to be in this ring. And tonight people, MY PEOPLE...
Crowd: POP!
Drake: Tonight you will have the experience of a lifetime. A gift from the Gods of Pro Wrestling. The Superstar vs. the Showstopper. So sit back, relax, and enjoy. 'Cause moments like this don't come around too often. So put your hands together ladies and gentlemen and welcome back Kevin Carter Let's make him proud. This is gonna be a fun ride and we do it all for you.
Drake raises the microphone in the air and mouths the word 'Thank You' to the crowd as they stand and clap for him and Kevin Carter. He 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 checks the ropes, tugs on them two times, and then waits for his opponent to be introduced.
The arena lights begin to dim down until the arena has gone completely dark. Then the opening to "Porn Star Dancing" can be heard playing throughout the arena. This causes the crowd to react a little bit. The moment the lights came back on Kevin Carter is at the top of the ramp just looking around the arena with a smug look on his face. It doesn't take long for the crowd to start cheering him, but he clearly doesn't mind as he starts to walk towards the ring.
Justin: Making his way to the ring at this time. He hails from Los Angeles, California. Weighing in tonight at 225 pounds, He is the Main Attraction: KEEEEEVINNNNN CAAAAAAAAARTTTTER!
Kevin makes his way up the steps and makes his way across the ring apron. In a rather cocky manner he slips through the ropes and goes right to one of the corners. He proceeds to climb it to the second rope and holds his hands out at his sides leaning his head back almost as if he was telling the crowd to bow to him. Seconds later he leaps down as he begins to remove his jacket tossing it to the outside. That's when he leans into the corner turning his attention to Drake Green standing across from him as his music dies down.
Simone: It’s Kevin Carter’s return to Sin City Wrestling after a short sabbatical. His welcoming committee is none other than “Mr. Showtime” Drake Green. The ACW Maritime Junior Heavyweight Champion is ready and willing for his assignment here tonight.
Jacob Summers calls for the bell to start the match.
Adams: This is sure to be a barn burner between these two outstanding athletes.
Simone: There’s definitely no shortage of ego in the middle of that squared circle tonight.
Adams: Drake and Kevin won’t deny that fact one bit. They know how damn good they are.
Kevin and Drake make their way to the center of the ring to start off the match. Kevin offers a hand, challenging Drake to a classic test of strength to kick off the match. Drake looks to the crowd for support, and direction.
Crowd: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Kevin taunts Drake a bit more to entice him. Drake, not willing to back down intertwines his fingers with Kevin’s. The two men push together, jockeying for dominant position. Back and forth they struggle. Just as Drake appears to be coming over the top, Kevin drives a knee into the breadbasket. Kevin quickly follows that up with a gutwrench suplex. He quickly covers “Mr. Showtime”. Jacob drops down to count the pin.
1...
Simone: Beautiful suplex by Kevin Carter!
Drake quickly kicks out just after the one count. As Kevin pushes off to stand up, Drake catches him out of nowhere, and flips him over into a straight armbar submission attempt.
Adams: Where did that come from!?
Drake hasn’t quite fully locked in the armbar as Kevin was able to lock his hands together on the way down to the mat. Drake struggles to break his grip as Kevin attempts to pull himself free from the submission attempt.
Simone: These two are putting on a clinic of chain wrestling early on. I can’t tell who’s got the advantage right now.
Adams: DRAKE DOES! HE BROKE THE GRIP!
Indeed, Drake has broken the grip of Kevin Carter with a few well placed heels into the ribs of “The Main Attraction”. Drake hauls back on the arm, attempting to hyperextend it.
Simone: Drake’s almost got it fully locked in. If he hyper extends Carter’s arm, it could be all over right here!
Kevin attempts to a quick flip over roll through to better his positioning, but Drake is all over it and adjusts accordingly. Drake lunges back towards the apron one more time, and successfully straightens out the arm of Kevin Carter. Jacob is on top of the submission attempt, and checks on Kevin Carter. Kevin Carter won’t verbally submit.
Adams: Kevin’s in a world of trouble right now. He needs to get out of this, like yesterday!
Simone: Drake is really wrenching on that arm. I 100% agree with you. Kevin needs to get out of this now, or tap to avoid permanent damage.
Kevin struggles some more, refusing to submit. He finally adjusts his positioning enough to get the toe of his boot on the bottom rope, forcing the break. Jacob requests the break, and Drake obliges immediately. Kevin hauls himself under the bottom rope with his good arm, and takes a breather on the outside.
Adams: Smart move by Kevin. He needs to shake that arm out, and get some feeling back into it.
Simone: Drake definitely did a number on it with the armbar. He’s favoring it a lot.
Adams: Drake’s going to fly!!!
Drake runs towards the ropes, leaps onto the very top rope, and springs off with an awe inspiring springboard moonsault to the outside.
Simone: Drake Green is airborne!
Adams: NOBODY HOME!
Kevin sees it coming, and sidesteps Drake at the last second. Drake lands hard on his feet, his knees buckling on impact.
Simone: ONE MAN BAND!!!!
Kevin Carter drills Drake Green with his patented super kick as soon as Drake’s feet hit the turf. Drake’s laid out on the turf from the force of the kick. Kevin doesn’t waste any time. He picks up Drake, and shoves him back in the ring. Kevin quickly covers Drake. Jacob Summers drops down to make the count.
1...
2...
3.... NO!
Simone: Drake gets a foot on the rope just before the three count! Drake had the wherewithal to realize he was next to the ropes just in the nick of time.
Adams: Kevin can’t believe it! He thought he had him there.
Simone: RATED R CHOKE! DRAKE LOCKED IT IN OUT OF NOWHERE!!!
Drake caught Kevin by surprise with the speed and technical brilliance of a Brazilian Jiu Jitsu black belt.
Adams: Kevin’s in a real pickle here. He could be going for nappy nap time really soon.
Simone: OH! Impressive display of power by Kevin Carter! He’s got Drake high in the air!
Adams: Not anymore! Powerbomb by Kevin Carter!
Kevin breaks the submission with a snap powerbomb. Instead of going for the pin, Kevin pulls Drake to his feet.
Simone: What’s he doing?
Kevin boots Drake swiftly in the midsection, doubling him over.
Carter: THE MAIN ATTRACTION!!!!
Simone: Kevin’s calling for it!
Adams: This one is over!
Kevin has the waist of Drake Green hooked. He leaps over the top, but “Mr. Showtime” blocks it, and drills Kevin Carter on the top of his head with the Windy City Driver! Jacob Summers drops down to make the count!
1...
Drake grips the legs of Kevin Carter tightly.
2...
Drake leans ahead even more adding more pressure to the pinfall.
3!!!
Kevin kicks out a split second too late.
Justin: Your winner via pinfall... “MR. SHOWTIME” DRAKE GREEN!!!
The scene opens up backstage in the locker room area, outside of a closed door that reads "Seven Deadly Sins". A few moments later, a familiar face who has shown himself to be good friends with at least one member of the Sins begins to approach the door, Bernard "Big B" Jones. As Big B comes up to the door, he reaches for the handle and goes to open it, someone else reaches in from off camera and grabs Big B's arm, keeping him from pushing the door in. The camera zooms out as Big B looks over to see that the person grabbing his arm is actually his cousin, Nick Jones. B glares at him and immediately pulls his arm away from Nick.
Big B: What do you want?
Nick: I think it should be rather obvious. I'm guessing you saw what happened at Into the Void II, right?
Big B: Yeah, what about it?
Nick: Well listen, while I know you're not exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, I figure even you can figure out what happened there.
Big B: I did, but why should I care?
Nick clearly seems to be getting frustrated by Big B's lack of willingness to accept what has happened, but takes a deep breath before proceeding.
Nick: Oh, I don't know, maybe because that would give you a pretty clear explanation of everything that has been going on for these past couple of months?
Nick looks to Big B, who simply glares back at Nick and says nothing, so Nick continues on.
Nick: You know, that would explain our issues that came up, and tell you it was all part of me ultimately doing what you wanted me to do. Shouldn't you be happy with that?
Big B: Oh, I should be happy that my cousin and his stupid Italian friend decided to beat me up for no reason at all?
Nick: Oh, give me a break. You were the one rambling on and on about me joining up with Team SCW. So either I was going to have to keep ignoring you, and you would be all pissed off for that, or I would do what I had to do in order to make sure Mark took back control of this company, just as he should, exactly the way you wanted me to. And that meant, I had to convince absolutely everyone out there that what was going on was legit, and that meant doing everything that I did. Either way you were going to be pissed off at me, so how about you accept the fact that at least in this case, I ultimately accomplished the exact thing you wanted accomplished, and that no other person in this company was capable of doing?
Big B: Or maybe you need to accept the fact that you can't do whatever you want and expect everyone else to be ok with it.
Nick: Actually, I don't. Frankly, I don't give a crap what everyone else thinks about it. But in this case, I'm giving you the chance to come back where you belong. So just get over it already.
Big B doesn't even say a word in response, but is clearly made even more unhappy by Nick's last comment. With that, B pushes Nick aside, getting him out of the way of the door and then opens it up, and walks into the locker room of the Seven Deadly Sins. Big B then slams the door behind him and pretty much right into the face of Nick. This clearly bothers Nick, as his face quickly turns red with anger and he spits on the outside of the door and flips the middle finger towards it before turning and storming off, mumbling under his breath along the way.
Nick: That big stupid goon is going to live to regret this, I can promise that.
As Nick angrily stomps down the hall, he goes to turn down a hallway and in the process nearly walks straight into SCW Co-Owner Christian Underwood. Both men stop in their tracks just before colliding and while Nick is obviously in a poor mood, Christian seems happy to see Nick even despite their rocky past.
Christian: Oh, hey Nick. I'm actually glad I ran into you. Over these past two weeks I've been meaning to just come by and say thanks.
Christian extends his hand out to Nick to shake hands, but Nick simply looks down at Christian's hand as he folds his arms across his chest. Nick then looks at Christian's face with a bit of a glare as he responds with a clear attitude in his voice.
Nick: Oh really? Thanks for what?
Christian: Mark told me all about the plan you guys had. How you were feeding him information about what Erik was doing, not to mention your turning on Tom at the end of our match. In the end, you were a great asset to not only Mark, but also myself and of course all of SCW, both the wrestlers and the fans. So again, I say thank you.
Nick scoffs at Christian's comments as he simply rolls his eyes.
Nick: You really think I give a crap about the SCW fans, wrestlers or especially you? Get over yourself. I didn't do this to help out any of you useless piles of crap. I did this for two reasons and two reasons alone. The first was as a personal favor to my good buddy, Hot Stuff Mark Ward. The second reason, and far most importantly of all, I did this for... me. I was sick and tired of having to deal with all of this nonsense and simply decided it was time to put it to an end once and for all. Now SCW can stop wasting its time with this garbage and instead shift its focus back to where it belongs, on its real top star, its biggest money draw... the great Nick Jones. So save your thanks for somebody who actually gives a crap, because I've got plenty of more important things to worry about than helping your sorry ass out.
Nick then pushes his way past Christian and continues on his way down the hall, leaving Christian behind seeming to be caught a bit off guard by Nick's response. Christian watches Nick leaves and simply shakes his head at him before heading off to continue his nights work as the scene cuts away.
Inside of the ring, a table is set up with two chairs and a briefcase. 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. Hot Stuff is wearing snake skin shorts and matching snake skin boots, both with Union Jack flags on both the shorts and boots with HS on the rear. 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 cheering. He comes down and picks up a microphone sitting on the table. He waits for the fans to calm down a bit before he begins.
HS: Ladies and gentlemen, as much as it pains me to offer any piece of shit who associated themselves with Erik Staggs, I can’t rightfully ignore talent. So it is with great *air quotes* pleasure that I welcome our newest consideration for the Bombshell Division… ROXANNE!
The opening guitar riff of “Wicked Pussycat” by Danzig begins playing as an emblem of a purple rose with black wings spread from behind it appears on the stage. A purple glow takes over the stage. As the music picks up, Roxanne comes walking out onto the stage, clad in a leather jacket style top, a tight leather skirt, and knee high heeled boots. She waves her whip around behind her as she stops at the head of the ramp. She offers a gentle wink before parting her crimson lips to shout out “GET ON YOUR KNEES!” She lashes out with the whip before she continues on down to the ring, Erik Staggs and Michelle Andretti quickly following behind her. As Roxanne gets there, the lights return to normal and she slides in under the bottom rope. She pauses, before crawling to the center of the ring. She gets up to her knees, and then rises, flipping her whip around as she paces back and forth, eying Mark as Erik and Michelle catch up to her. She seductively walks toward the table where Mark stands. She pulls out her chair as Mark begins organizing the paperwork. She sits down gently, trying her best to seem professional as the fans boo her. He slides the paper over toward her so that she can look it over. Erik pulls it from her and reads over it with a fine tooth comb to make sure there is nothing funny. He sets it down in front of her and she signs it quickly, sliding the clipboard over toward Mark. He taps the pen against the paper, preparing to sign it when he looks out to the booing audience.
HS: You know… I am thinking this whole thing was a little too easy, don’t you all?
Crowd: *POP*
HS: I thought so… Why don’t we make her prove that she belongs here. See, a Bombshell must always be prepared for the unexpected…
Erik leans over the table with a smart ass look on his face. He leans down over the microphone.
Erik: No, you can’t take it back now. She signed it and…
HS: Kiss off, Staggs! She might have signed it, but I sure as hell haven’t… So, if she can win a match right here…
HS picks up the fold up table and he flings it through the ropes and to the outside. He folds up his chair and slides it to the outside.
HS: … and right now… Then we will get this one sent through right away, yeah?
Roxanne stands up from her chair, almost seeming excited about it. She picks up her own chair and tosses it to the outside of the ring, colliding with the barrier. She gets almost nose to nose with Mark, who seems to notice that there is almost no size difference between the two of them. He nods his head and then looks her dead in the eye.
HS: Against… her… Ring the damn bell!
Roxanne slowly turns around to see Michelle standing there in shock. She looks to Erik and then takes a few steps back, shaking her head no. Mark smiles wickedly as he walks over toward the ring ropes.
DING! DING! DING!
Michelle looks at Roxanne who simply rolls her eyes. She looks out to Mark who is lowering himself down from the apron to the outside. Roxanne takes a deep breath through her nostrils. The crowd cheers when the bubbly blonde rips her track pants off in an instant to show off wrestling attire. Roxanne looks stunned as she shakes her head, looking to consult Erik about this when the vivacious assistant charges at the Amazon, knocking her hard into the ropes, rebounding with a roll up pin that catches Roxanne by surprise.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Adams: Roxanne powered out of that at the last second, but she did it with such force, like she wanted us to doubt her.
Simone: No, I think… well, that’s actually what I was thinking. I’m not used to you using your brain out here…
Roxanne powers out of the pin attempt, disadvantaged by her choice of outfit for the evening. She stands up, her hair feathering over her face. She flings it back, but Michelle is there with a hard chop to Roxanne’s chest. Roxanne returns the favor, but Michelle catches her with a Spinning Heel Kick that nearly knocks her over. Roxanne tries to balance herself on the stiletto heels, but Michelle flings her into the ropes. As Roxanne comes back toward her, Michelle leaps up for a Hurricanrana. Roxanne grabs onto Michelle’s backside, holding her up firmly and the cheering crowd begins booing. Roxanne levels her with a Powerbomb that rocks the ring as Michelle holds onto her back tenderly. Roxanne wraps her fingers up in Michelle’s hair, gritting her teeth as she pulls her up to her knees. She twists her own wrist as she stands behind Michelle. She lifts the blonde up by her hair as she kicks and screams. Roxanne saunters around the ring, making an example of Michelle as her eyes rest on Erik Staggs. She falls down with a modified Widowmaker. She roars out as she stands up. She isn’t done yet as she picks Michelle up and lifts into a Military Press Slam, dumping her out onto the floor in front of Erik.
Simone: Roxanne has made quick work of the former World Women’s Champion, dumping her out for her *sarcasm* boss to see.
Adams: Mark is having a good laugh watching the last bit of Team Erik crumble before his very eyes. He’s even sharing a beer with fans in the front row.
Roxanne’s eyes flare open as she slowly walks around the ring as Jacob Summers begins the count at Mark’s behest. 1! 2! 3! Erik checks on Michelle who assures him she is okay, but she doesn’t get up. Mark watches her for a few seconds as the count rises. 4! 5! 6! Mark walks over to Erik and lifts Roxanne’s contract up in the air, pointing to the stipulation that she must win before it is official. Erik smirks and mouths something to Mark, as 7! 8!... Michelle gets up and dashes inside of the ring as Roxanne continues to taunt the audience with her dominance. She leaps onto Roxanne’s back and drags her down with a Codebreaker. She rolls Roxanne off of her and onto her back, pinning her shoulders down to the mat with everything she has.
1!
2!
Roxanne lifts her up from her chest and shoves her, causing her to skid a few feet from the force. The fans boo as Roxanne struggles to her feet. She is more determined than ever as she pulls the string from her intricate leather top, letting it fall to the ground, leaving her in just a black lace bra on top. While it appears she is caught off guard, Michelle charges at her, but Roxanne levels her with a powerful clothesline. Michelle darts up quickly though and she hits Roxanne with a Tornado DDT that rocks the ring.
Simone: I have called some matches for both women in the past, but this is the first time we are seeing them compete against one another. Few people know that Michelle was trained by Roxanne for the sole purpose of stopping Misty from winning the Women’s Championship for a third time, but that failed.
Adams: I don’t care! Roxanne is doing a strip tease for the entire audience.
Roxanne kicks off her leather skirt to show off matching panties as she tries to regain some sort of momentum. However, Michelle has other plans as she leaps onto the ropes, coming off with a Lionsault that connects perfectly. She gets to her feet and jumps around excitedly as she gets a few steps ahead. She throws one arm out to the side excitedly, and then the other. She lowers them to her sides slowly as she shakes from her knees, hitting a Crazy Leg Knee Drop to Roxanne’s chest. She shouts out excitedly as she drops down over Roxanne for the pin.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Michelle pounds the mat in frustration. She shouts something out to Mark, but before she can get a response, Erik begins shouting something. Michelle leans back, careful not to leave her opponent unattended for very long. She leans down to pick Roxanne up, but Roxanne rolls her up into a pin of her own.
1!
2!
Thr! KICKOUT!
Michelle wiggles out at the last possible second and rolls backward to catch her breath. Roxanne kicks off her knee high boots, as she gets up, wearing nothing now but a choker, black lace bra and panties, and fishnet stockings. She slowly stalks over toward Michelle who comes at her with a clotheslines. Roxanne side steps her, taking it in stride. As Michelle comes back, she drives at Roxanne, who spins around, avoiding it, but she grabs onto Michelle’s hair in the process. Michelle screams in pain as Roxanne nearly rips half of her hair out of her head. Roxanne keeps the slow spin going for 360 degrees before tripping Michelle up. She yanks her down to her knees and stands over her before leaning in to kiss her!
Adams: AHHH! I’m… I’m practically speechless right now, Belinda. That’s the last thing I would have expected. Dreamt about maybe, but never expected!
Simone: She has no respect for herself, her opponent, or this sport if she is willing to practically strip down and make out with her opponent against her will…
Roxanne finally lets go of Michelle who frantically wipes at her mouth. Roxanne tilts her head back for a laugh before hitting a Spinning Clothesline on Michelle, putting her on her back. She saunters over to where Erik is learning to be subservient to Mark, and she loudly snaps her fingers to get their attention. As they look over, Roxanne shouts out to them.
Roxanne: You just made the biggest mistake of your LIFE! Starting with her, I’m going to make every single one of your bombshells my BITCH!
Roxanne laughs in Mark’s face, wickedly. However, she is caught by surprise when Michelle leapfrogs her and comes down for a Guillotine Legdrop, but Roxanne evades it in the nick of time. She grabs onto Michelle’s hair and tangles herself up in a Tarantula Lock where Summers immediately begins the count. 1! 2! 3! 4! LET HER GO! Roxanne obeys at the last second, letting her go before pulling her back inside of the ring. She mouths something to Michelle, a wicked smile on her face as she wraps her arm around Michelle’s neck. She walks her around the ring a bit, scolding her as they go. She surprises everyone when she charges toward one of the turnbuckles with her Run Like Hell Tornado Bulldog, landing hard on the mat. Roxanne slowly lowers to her knees and crosses Michelle’s arms over her chest in a weak pin attempt.
1!
2!
3!
Justin Decent: Your winner via pinfall… ROXANNE!!!
Simone: Disgusting… that’s all I can say here.
Adams: Call it what you want, Belinda, but she only did what she had to do to level the playing field. Michelle was prepared for a fight while Roxanne thought this was just a contract signing. She was ambushed, but she came out on top.
”Wicked Pussycat” begins playing as Roxanne allows Jacob to raise her arms in victory. She holds it there for a moment before ripping it away. She waves Erik into the ring, who reluctantly joins her. Roxanne takes a few steps over so that she is hovered over Michelle while she makes Erik raise her arm up in victory. She smirks as she points at Erik. Mark looks less than pleased on the outside as he signs the contract and tosses it inside of the ring before storming off up the ramp.
GET READY FOR THE SMACKDOWN!!
Simone: It's Spike Staggs!
”Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch begins playing, and the fans go into a cheering frenzy. However, no one comes to the stage. The cheers slow down as nearly a minute goes by with nothing. The New X-Tremes video plays on the screen, showing off various high points. From behind the curtain, Ben Jordan appears.
Adams: Spike's looking younger these days.
Simone: That's Ben Jordan, you idiot.
The fans cheer as Mickey Carroll, Odette Ryder, Vixen, Derek Thorne, Aleksei Koji, and Jessie Salco appear behind Ben.
Simone: We have the whole of the now resting NXT out here.
Ben looks around, looking at Mickey, shrugging his shoulders. Mickey rolls his eyes and steps back through the curtain, a few seconds later, Mickey walks back through with Jamie Staggs! The fans burst in to cheers.
Adams: Hey! It's Jamie Staggs!
Simone: Now it really is NXT.
Adams: Minus one.
The group walk down to the ring, each climbing up and in to the ring. Some members move towards the corners as the fans cheer. The music eventually quiets down as Ben Jordan is handed the mic.
Ben: We should do this a little more often for cheers like this.
Ben looks around the ring as the cheers get louder.
Ben: You're looking in the ring at NXT but it's pretty obvious someone is missing from this, the man called Spike Staggs. We had to have a little get together after Into The Void II, because we sat there and heard Spike Staggs come to this ring and talk about giving NXT a rest.
The fan boo at this.
Ben: Yeah, we thought the same people. Spike took it upon himself to put NXT on a break. Sorry Spike me ol' mate, we're not ready to do that.
The fans cheer.
Ben: It's a very cunning plan of yours, in fact, Dundee Blue here....
Ben points towards Odette.
Ben: She had you figured out from the get go, so we're here to fight Spike. Look around the ring at what you, yes YOU put together. We look back at the superstars that have nailed their colors to the NXT mast, and it left us a lot to live up to. Jordan Williams, Misty, Giani Di Luca, Casey Williams. All former NXT members that went on to do well, but there's a difference between them and us Spike. With them, you had older established stars, right now in the ring, you have young, hungry stars, wanting to step up and have a career that turns them in to legends, you have people determined to do well and rise, instead of being already up there. We're the way NXT should have always been, the younger generation fighting to get to the top, and in your mind, I think you knew that. Subconsciously, I think you knew the way you wanted NXT to be, and now you have it with your young guns and you wanna step away? You took international stars. One from Australia...
Ben points again to Odette.
Ben: A paddy from the emerald isles.
Ben points at Mickey
Ben: You brought in the first Scandinavian wrestler to have stepped in an SCW ring, and bought him here.
Ben nods towards Derek Thorne.
Ben: The cream of the Canadian women's circuit.
Ben points two fingers towards Vixen.
Ben: Eastern European talent.
Ben nods at Aleksei.
Ben: Topped of with a duo of Americans.
Ben points towards Jessie Salco and Jamie Staggs.
Ben: And of course, this cockney fella here. But Spike, you put us together, put us towards gold, and we're not ready to turn it in just yet.
Ben hands the microphone to Jessie who takes it gladly, she stops a few moments thinking of what to say before making up her mind.
Jessie: One year ago I made my Sin City Wrestling debut and whilst I lost my first match with the company I caught Spike's attention, he saw potential in me and recruited me at Summer XXXTreme and since then I've improved leaps and bounds.
The crowd gives her a respectful pop and Jessie grins.
Jessie: The whole Team Erik situation was a big turning point for me, like I said in my promo earlier this week I was actually considering leaving NXT but Odette here talked me out of it, Spike, if it weren't for NXT I wouldn't be the wrestler I am today and who knows? Maybe I wouldn't have met Shane if it weren't for NXT, what I'm saying is that if NXT is going to disband you're going to have to take it up with us!
The crowd pops for that as Jessie passes the mic to Jamie Staggs
Jamie accepts the microphone from Jessie and he looks out into the audience. His usual smartass look is absent from his face tonight as he looks around at the group assembled in front of him. He nods his head with a proud smile.
Jamie: It’s been a while since I been in front of a big crowd, but damn it’s good to be back in Vegas!
Crowd: *POP*
Jamie: But the party is gonna hafta wait, coz I got something serious to talk about for a minute. NXT has been like a family to me. Now that I got a kid, I haven’t been on screen much, but every single one of these guys and gals were in the delivery room when my baby boy came into this world. My brother’s were there, and when I say brothers I don’t just mean Tommy and Spike… I mean Derek Thorne. I mean Aleksei Koji. I mean Ben Jordan and Mickey Carroll too. As well as my sisters, Vixen, Jessie, and Odette. Even if I am a goofball who bugs the fuck outta these guys, they were there for me. Aside from you, Spike… nobody else ever gave a shit about me until I joined NXT. I might not be an active wrestler at the moment, but I don’t know what I would do without my new family. We need NXT. i need NXT…
The crowd gives Jamie a huge standing ovation as he lowers the microphone. He throws his free hand up in the air and gives a round of high fives to everyone inside of the ring in one giant half circle. He stomps around the ring well after, getting the crowd pumped up even more. The crowd starts a chant.
Crowd: NXT! NXT! NXT! XNT! NXT!
Jamie finally calms down a bit, handing the microphone over to Mickey Carroll. Mickey looks around at his fellow NXT stable mates and cracks a smirk, but it is only momentary. He looks out into the audience, his emerald eyes are on fire. He listens to the chant and it almost seems to fuel a rage inside of him as he lifts the microphone up to his mouth.
Mickey: So I’m standing here, looking at ye lot, and I couldn’t be more proud to call me self a member of the New X-Tremes. I see some of the best in the business standing in front of me. I see so many different types of personalities, and they can accomplish great things together… under the right guidance. But apparently ye don’t feel the same way, Spike me mate…
Mickey stops dead in his tracks as the chanting dies out completely. His eyes narrow a bit as he looks toward the entrance ramp. He walks across the ring and leans over the ropes, a smug look on his face.
Mickey: I’m not out here to kiss yer arse and beg ye to lead us, Spikey boy… I never was one to sugar coat anything. Instead, I’m gonna tell ye that I don’t believe you truly want to give up on us. Someone who gives up on people who need them the most, just because it is easier, is a spineless, selfish, bloody fuckin’ bastard. Someone with so much to give shouldn’t let it go to waste. Unless yer just a fuck face who proves every goddamn thing the Itie Giani Di Luca ever said about ye is true, I don’t believe ye meant what ye said at Into The Void II. Pull yer bollocks outta yer abdomen and fight the good fight like ye always did. Prove that it wasn’t a mistake to believe that ye would be here for us always. Prove yer not a scared little nancy boy and fight like a brave! OI! OI! OI!
Once Mickey is finished with the microphone he hands it over to Odette. Looking at the microphone in her hand Odette goes to bring it to her lips but she just sighs, dropping it back down to her side she takes in a deep breath. Lifting the microphone back up to her glossed lips the Aussie Bombshell goes to talk again but before her tone can hit the air ways she passes the microphone to Derek Thorne. Dropping her head down to look at the canvas Odette walks out of the picture and over towards Ben as Derek takes over. Without wasting any time Derek with a firm grip on the live microphone starts to speak into it.
Derek: Brother, I will not allow you to walk out on this, on your creation. The days, months and years of your commitment will not be splinted in a single second decision that you have chosen. We will not allow it, we will not stand for it and we will do whatever is in our power to show you that family you have created, unconventional as it maybe… will not allow you to turn your back on your… home.
Pausing for a second the Swede looked out into the crowd not overly confident on the microphone.
Derek: Put this to rest? Dear Brother, you and I both know that not even the dead rest, so why did you think that it would be so easy to walk away from this? I cannot beg of you to stay, but I’ve known you for years… I’ve seen you go through hell and back just to take a vacation… but when you declared those final words “put this to rest” sure the pain was written all over your face, but the truth my brother… the truth was burning in your eyes. This isn’t the end… this is a rebirth, a new beginning… I for one know you don’t want to give up, I for one know that you don’t want to walk away… you want to fight… you want to guide… you want the offspring of you sick and twisted mind to survive…
Dropping the microphone away from his lips once more Derek looked over to Odette who had made her way back over towards him.
Derek: Det förflutna kommer alltid att spegla framtiden och det förflutna har lärt mig att man inte kan gå bort Spike, för om du kunde gå iväg fritt skulle jag inte vara vid liv. Bara du och jag vet att det är så sant som jag står här ... (The past will always reflect the future and the past has taught me that you can’t walk away Spike, because if you could walk away freely I wouldn't be alive. Only you and I know that's as true as me standing here...)
Passing the microphone over to his Australian team mate the Swede takes his place leaning on the ropes next to Mickey. The NXT chants had started up again as Odette brings the microphone up to her lips, this time she doesn’t waste any time addressing the situation.
Odette: You’ve got to be kidding me right?
The chant dies down as Odette starts to pace backwards and forwards in the ring, while the rest of NXT watch on.
Odette: That’s it? That’s the last hoorah? That’s the big grand ending you had in mind? I for one Spike call… Bullshit…
Dropping the microphone back down to her side Odette circles inside the six sided ring. Raising the microphone back up to her lips soon after.
Odette: There’s not a lot that I can say right now that hasn’t already been covered, but here it goes… I’m not going to beat around the bush, I’m just going to come out and say it… Spike… I don’t want you give up on us… on the eight of July two thousand and twelve, something amazing happened to me, I was given a gift if you will. That was the night that you made your way down that ramp.
Pointing to the ramp the Aussie keeps her watery eyes on the runway.
Odette: You got into this ring, and you stood just inches, inches away from me Spike. Do you remember the some of the first things you ever said to me Spike? You said that you believed in me, that you could see where my future in this business was going, you said that I had an untameable fire inside of me… well you were right Spike. I have gotten far in my one year with Sin City Wrestling, but it’s not just because of me… it’s because of the support of the fans, it’s because the support of NXT, it’s because the support that I get from you. I became the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell champion under your guidance and under the NXT banner… don’t think for one single second that it had nothing to do with you.
Her sad eyes were still locked on the runway.
Odette: I came into this company scared and alone and you were the only one at that time to extend a hand. You were one of the only ones that wanted to see the real Odette Ryder. I owe a massive percentage of my career and my success to you… every broken bone, every bruise, every near miss I have escaped is because of your training, it’s because you’re the best damn mentor ANYONE can have in this business… so if you think for one moment I’m going to let you walk out of my life, walk out of our lives… you better have the best damn reason… because Spike… I’m going to use every single ounce of that untameable fire inside of me to keep you from leaving. I get that there is a time and a place for everyone to hang up their boots, but right now Spike… it isn’t your time to walk away… you can walk away from the ring but you can’t walk away from us, you can’t walk out on family.
A strong NXT chant breaks out as Odette steps over towards Vixen getting the crowd to go wild.
Odette: I guess I can only ask of you Spike is that you don’t give up on something that you have held on to, something that you have been so proud of for a long, long, time… because I for one know that there are five strong and lethal men in this ring that won’t give up on you… and there are two strong and passionate women that owe you our young careers…
Adams: I don’t think Odette can count…
Simone: Shhhh
Odette: and that leaves us with just one remaining... one last woman… whose words could play the most significant role here tonight… the words you have been dying to hear… The words of the one woman who has been with you and stayed by your side during your strongest and weakest moments that have occurred recently… I know for sure she’s not give up on this and she’s not giving up on you…
Dropping the microphone to her side Odette approaches Vixen, spurring on a NXT and Vixen chant. Vixen hangs back until everyone has said what they wanted to say. Finally, she is handed the microphone and she moves to stand right in the middle of the ring.
Vixen: Last year Spike you and I talked about it, hell we even fought about NXT and what it meant to both of us. At that time, you were the one saying that NXT wasn’t going anywhere and that we were going to be the face of SCW when it came to winners. And we were and are the one group that no matter what happens will always step up and stick it out.
Vixen looks at the gathered group and with a smile turns to speak once more.
Vixen: When you were ready to hang it up last time Spike, when we talked about how it felt when all the rats…and I do mean rats abandoned what they thought was a sinking ship and you thought that no one would remain in NXT. And if you remember I promised you that there would be at least one person that wouldn’t let you down or leave. Well, I am still promising not to leave you or NXT and these people are with me…
The group nod and wave to the crowd that starts an NXT chant at the urging of Ben and Mickey.
Vixen: It isn’t time to put NXT to rest Spike. Now is the time to put NXT on the map as THE one true powerhouse here in SCW. NXT won’t rest in peace Spike so let’s revive it and make it strong again. We aren’t leaving NXT or YOU! And now that isn’t just a promise Spike that is a guarandamntee!!
The crowd has come in and out of NXT chants throughout the entire promo, but now they are on fire with cheers, waving signs in support of NXT, begging for answers. They are screaming for NXT, and one person in particular. However, there is nothing. For nearly a minute, the group anxiously awaits some kind of an answer, only to see a tombstone slowly descending from the rafters. This causes some of the cheers to die down, and even a booing to roll over the crowd. However, the speakers boom “Ready Or Not (I’m Coming)”. Everyone turns their attention to the stage as they clear out of the way of the tombstone. What nobody expected to see was Spike Staggs slowly sliding down the tether rope hooked to the tombstone. The crowd bursts into cheers as Spike pulls a microphone from out of his jacket pocket, opening it up to reveal his bare chest. He lifts the mic to his lips and clears his throat in an obnoxious tone.
Spike: *AHEM!*
The entirety of NXT turns around to spot Spike and they do something unexpected. Rather than charge him and engulf him, they form a straight line, staring at their mentor with hurt, anger, and many other emotions spread across their faces. Spike lowers his glasses to show a rare moment. A tear forming in his eye is held back only by his strong jaw firmly holding it all together. He tilts his glasses back up to fully compose himself.
Spike: I’ve heard ever since Into The Void II that I owed everyone an explanation for my decision. However, I don’t owe a fucking word of explanation to anyone! All I have done for the last two years was kiss ass, and kick ass. I played the diplomatic one in almost every situation, and all I ever got in return was sneak attacks, left at an altar, stabbed in the back by my protégés, and made to look like a fool while being cheated and stripped out of the two top titles of this business. Looking at a wrestling ring has made me fucking sick to my stomach, where I had no choice but to hang up the boots, or I would wind up really losing it. Hell, I almost did lose it a number of occasions…
Spike’s voice escalates in volume until the very end of that rant as he trails off. He looks out into the audience who is nearly silent at Spike’s outburst. He looks down to the tombstone sitting to his left, and then he looks over to the NXT members.
Spike: So to say that I owe an explanation is selfish of everyone who expected one. I devoted twelve years of my life to a business, and every single second of it, I heard how everything I touched went to shit. I heard I was a loser, and everyone I kept around me was a loser as well. A man can only prove them wrong so many times before those voices whispering in his ears start to turn him a little mad… I don’t need wrestling. Wrestling doesn’t need me. Three World Title reigns, and an SCW Heavyweight title reign is all I could do to defend myself instead of finding that passion I one had. When I returned to the ring, I swore I wouldn’t ever go after singles gold again. I tried to build a team, and teach them what I knew so that they could rather than me. I had a seven foot beast who couldn’t take direction long enough to get anywhere close to the top title. I had a Jersey Shore wannabe who lacked confidence in himself until I cut it out of me. And I have a best friend who I fear will do the same thing to me eventually for the same exact reason.
Spike’s head turns directly toward Derek who seems almost hurt by this comment. He furls his brow at Spike who simply holds a hand up. With his other hand, he rips his sunglasses from his head and tosses them out into the crowd.
Spike: Every single one of you in this ring has massive potential. You have proved that you have star power on a number of occasions. I’m going to say this to you, specifically brother… Derek, you and I came from the same school of wrestling. We sparred for hours, totaling somewhere in the five hundred range. Every trick I know, you know. Yet you doubt yourself enough where you refuse to go anywhere near a title. You have slain a giant. You have taken down one of the best this company has ever seen. You looked fear in the face, and you laughed. Yet what you truly fear the most is finding your full potential. I’m not going to sit here and say that you are the lost cause you think you are, because you are the next SCW Heavyweight Champion just waiting to happen. Vixen and Jessie, you are the next Bombshell Champions. Ben and Mickey, do I even need to tell you your potential? And Jamie, you… are the next… ummm… Yeah, I got nothing.
Jamie throws a mini tantrum that get the fans chuckling a bit. Spike sighs and drops the microphone to the mat. He rolls to the ground and outside of the ring. Everyone wonders what he is doing as he starts to walk away. He quickly answers their question by sifting under the ring to pull out a sledgehammer. He slides back into the ring and wastes no time hammering at the tombstone. The crowd cheers in approval as he lets out every bit of aggression he has until it is nothing but a pile of dust and rubble. He slams the sledgehammer down to the mat before picking his mic back up.
Spike: Each and every one of you has something special, and together, we can take over this company. We can take over ACW as well. We can’t do it alone, but together, we can do anything we set our minds to. I am willing to give it one more shot, but each and every one of you needs to make me a promise. You have got to promise me that you will not rest in someone else's shadow. You must promise me that you WILL find your light, and you will let it shine as bright as possible! This is not a request, it is a demand! Work together, learn from each other as well. In order for me to fully take back what I said, you all must give me and New X-Tremes 110%, because that is what I will give you, understood?!
Spike looks at them, smiles crossing all of their faces. They all nod, and Spike’s serious face cracks just a bit as he grins in response. The crowd cheers loudly as “Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch takes over the speakers. NXT crowds around Spike. He picks up Derek and Vixen’s arms and raises them in the air, as the group all joins in a line. The music keeps going as they show their unity.
Justin Decent stands inside of the ring with Drew Patton.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! originally hailing from Olympus, but now residing in Valhalla, weighing 225 pounds ... Jericho Hill!
The camera is backstage as Jericho walks out onto the stage. He’s wearing a long red robe with a golden dragon on one side and a golden snake and staff on the other. He’s wearing a red mask that covers the entirety of his face. Jericho makes his way down the aisle until he reaches the ring. He looks up at the apron, and with one jump he goes from the floor to the apron and then jumps over the top rope into the ring. He does a spin before kneeling in the middle of the ring. Jericho quickly removes the mask to expose his painted face. Jericho slowly removes his robe and tosses it to the floor before walking over, hopping up on the top turn buckle, and waiting for his opponent.
Adams: This guy is a freak, pure and simple!
Simone: try to imagine if he were to ever associate himself with the likes of Goth and Brother Grimm.
Adams: Bite your tongue!
Justin: His opponent is 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 where Hill attacks him the moment he enters the ring!
The bell rings!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Adams: Jericho Hill's attacking Frost before the bell even rang! This isn't fair!
Simone: Well look at whom we're discussing here!
Jericho Hill reaches a hand down and grabs Frost by the mask and drags him to his feet. Hill sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip and scoops him up for a sidewalk slam but Frost scissors Hill's head and brings him over with a take down, bringing the fans to their feet cheering!
Simone: Now there's a perfect counter to Jericho hill's tactics!
Jericho stumbles to his feet and Frost knocks him right back down with not one, but two perfectly timed dropkicks! Frost delivers a crisp snapmare to Jericho Hill before applying a rear headlock. Jericho forces his way to his feet before delivering a snapmare of his own followed by a savage kick to the back. With one fluid motion, Hill seizes the left arm of Lucian Frost and him over with a modified armbar…but Lucian Frost soon delivers a head scissors kick to break the hold. Crossing Jericho Hill's leg, Frost applies a standing leglock before bridging back into an Indian deathlock. Jericho Hill attempts to reach for the ropes, but fortunately, Frost breaks the hold himself before pulling Jericho Hill to his feet and Irish whipping him into the ropes. Frost lays out upon the mat as Jericho Hill runs above him, but than Lucian Frost springs to his feet and catches Jericho Hill in a swift arm drag. Jericho Hill is quick to return to his feet, and he catches a charging Frost with an arm drag of his own, but without releasing it, Jericho Hill cinches in another armbar variation.
Simone: Jericho Hill is holding his own here in the early goings of this match.
Adams: Yeah but I'm surprised Jericho's not dipping into his bag of dirty tricks yet.
Simone: Give him time, I'm sure.
As Jericho tries to lock in a Fujiwara armbar, Lucian Frost rolls out to his feet and delivers a dropkick to the knee of Hill. Jericho collapses to the mat, and Lucian Frost immediately flips Jericho Hill over into an elevated Boston Crab. Leaning back, Lucian Frost exerts more pressure until Jericho Hill eventually makes it to the ropes. Drew forces Lucian Frost to let go…but that doesn’t stop him from delivering the offense. Yanking Jericho Hill to his feet by his hair, Lucian Frost executes a swift back suplex on his competitor before locking-in a cross legbar.
Adams: Lucian Frost has control in the early going, and he’s placing his attention on the leg of Jericho Hill.
Simone: Frost is the smaller man and he has to try to neutralize Jericho Hill's size advantage. That’s great in-ring psychology.
With the official checking on Hill, Frost increases the pressure of the legbar. As Jericho Hill's shoulders fall flat against the canvas, Drew makes the count.
1…
Lucian Frost pulls Jericho to his feet and connects with a side Russian legsweep. Heading to the corner, Lucian Frost performs a beautiful moonsault… But Jericho brings his knees up into Frost's stomach!
2… and Jericho Hill immediately gets his shoulder up.
Adams: Oh a bad fall like that could cost him the match!
Jericho drags the masked grappler up and holds him tight while he delivers a series of hard knees into his face! Jericho runs Frost's head into the far corner and short-arm clotheslines him while he stands.
Simone: And now we're beginning to see some of the ruthlessness that defines Jericho Hill!
Jericho Irish whips Frost into the neutral corner and comes charging in, leaping and striking Frost down with a Stinger splash! Winded, Frost staggers out of the corner and Jericho doubles him over with a boot to the stomach and slaps on a DDT! Jericho rolls Frost over and hooks the leg!
1…
Jericho then pulls him to his feet and sends Frost into the ropes. Hill swings for a clothesline but Frost ducks and rebounds and Jericho Hill catches him in a tilt-a-whirl back breaker into another cover!
1…
2…and Frost gets a shoulder up.
2…Lucian Frost kicks out!
Adams: Still not enough!
Slamming his hands against the mat, Jericho Hill gets to his feet and lifts Lucian Frost up for what appears to be a powerbomb…but Lucian Frost slips out behind Jericho Hill and nails a stiff neck breaker! Without even attempting to pin Jericho, Frost applies a single-leg crab segued into an STF!
Simone: That right there is innovation, Jason!
Jericho Hill desperately reaches a hand out toward the ropes but Lucian Frost has Jericho Hill strategically placed in the center of the ring. Drew is asking him if he wants to submit, but Jericho Hill refuses to do so.
Adams: I don't think Hill is even capable of tapping out!
Jericho inches his way across the ring and somehow gets a hand on the ropes! Frost drags Jericho Hill to his feet and locks in a front face lock… but Jericho switches positions and delivers a reverse suplex!
Adams: What a reversal!
Frost and Jericho are both on their backs and Drew starts his count.
1...
Both men make it back to their feet at the same time, and Frost attempts another lariat…but Jericho Hill ducks, applies a waist lock behind and executes a bridging German suplex!
1…
An exhausted Jericho Hill rolls back to the canvas in disbelief at the two count. Eventually, Jericho Hill stands and walks over to a stirring Frost before announcing to the capacity crowd that it is over! Scooping up Frost, Jericho Hill sets him up for the Illustro…but the masked Frost back body drops Hill! Scrambling for his feet, Jericho Hill looks for a lariat…but Frost ducks and nails the Ice Breaker! Jericho hits the mat and Frost covers him quickly and hooks both legs!
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2...
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4...
5...
6...
7...
2…
3 No! Lucian Frost kicks out!
2…
3!
Adams: And Frost gets the victory!
The fans cheer as Drew raises Frost's arm as the masked man is clearly feeling the brunt of Hill's attack!
Justin: Here is your winner ... Lucian Frost!
The scene cuts backstage the locker room of Nick Jones, which is currently occupied only by Nick's girlfriend, Diana Roberts, who is sitting in the room with her arms folded across his chest, looking rather unhappy. A moment later the door opens up and in walks Nick, and Diana goes to speak immediately, before she can Nick already beats her to the punch.
Nick: Babe, you will not believe the freakin' night I'm having. First I had to explain myself to the SCW interview chick with the big rack as slowly as possible like I was talking to a two-year old, because they're all too stupid to figure it all out. Then I had to deal with the fact that Big B won't take the stick out of his ass. After that it was Christian's stupid ass bugging me as he's thinking I did a damn bit of any of this for him. I swear, the morons in this company never cease to amaze me. I'm just glad I can finally come back here, sit down and be left the hell alone.
Nick then plops down on the couch setup in the locker room and looks over to where Diana is sitting, only to notice the scowl that is upon her face.
Nick: What's your deal?
Diana: Oh, I can't imagine what it could be. I just so happened to see that little interview you were talking about with that dumb whore.
Nick: Ok... and?
Diana: There was this little part I found interesting. That part where you said this entire thing had been planned out from day one and all of it was meant to fool everyone in SCW. Well, everyone in SCW except for Mark of course.
Nick: Yeah, of course it was. What's your point?
Diana: So Mark knew about everything, but you didn't think to perhaps fill in, oh I don't know... ME?!?
Nick: Is that what this is about? Listen, babe... there was no reason for you to know. You didn't need to be saddled with dealing with all of this crap. I was just keeping you out of it.
Diana: What you're really saying is that you didn't trust me to be able to keep all of that secret. Is that about right?
Nick: No, what I'm saying is I don't feel like I need to check with you on every damn thing that I do. What the hell difference did it make to you anyway? None!
Diana: It's nice to know that you think you can decide when it's ok for you to lie to me whenever you damn well please.
Nick: It's nice to know that apparently it's my fault that you're just as easily fooled as the rest of the clowns around this company.
Diana: Yeah, who in their right mind would ever expect to be able to trust the man they've been with for years and years, right?!? That's obviously my fault for being so foolish to think I could do that. You know, you are unbelievable!
Diana gets up from the chair she was in at the far side of the room and goes to storm off, but Nick jumps out of his seat on the couch and cuts her off at the door to the locker room. Blocking her path.
Nick: Where the hell are you going?
Diana: I can't even stand to look at you anymore, you jackass. Now get the hell out of my way!
Diana goes to walk around Nick, but Nick steps in front of her again, blocking her path. Diana then winds back and slaps Nick right across the face. Nick is caught in complete shock, and as he checks on his face, Diana quickly pushes past Nick and storms out of the locker room. As Diana goes down the hallway, Nick steps out and screams down after her.
Nick: Yeah, why don't you go run off and make yourself feel better the way you normally do, by spending more of MY damn money!!
Diana does not even acknowledge Nick's comment, continue to charge off down the hallway heading away from Nick. Nick then turns back around and as he does, he sees that standing behind him, clearly having heard the whole thing is none other than SCW Nurse Zoey Carpenter.
Zoey: Is everything alright?
Nick: Sorry you had to see that. It's just... it's a long story.
Zoey: I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, you don't need to explain yourself to me. How is your face feeling? That's quite a bruise.
Zoey steps in towards Nick and then looks at the side of his face which has a handprint clearly visible across the side of it. Zoey brushes her hand against Nick's face for a moment and as she does, Nick locks eyes with Zoey as a smile comes across both of their faces.
Nick: You know, I suddenly think it'll be alright.
Nick then puts his hand up and brushes his hand against Zoey's which is still up against his face. After a couple of seconds, the expression on Zoey's face suddenly changes as she looks down to the floor and quickly pulls her hand away.
Zoey: Well... I've got to run. You know, plenty of work to do. I'll see you later.
Zoey looks back up and gives a quick smile and wave to Nick before walking off down the hall, leaving Nick behind as he watches Zoey leave. Zoey eventually turns down another hallway out of sight, at which point Nick heads back into his locker room and closes the door behind him just before the scene cuts away.
The scene opens on the backstage area of the arena where we find Necra moving through the hallways. She was in search of Hot Stuff, and her reward on Misty's head. The war was over and she had to know if he would keep his word or not. She finds his door, and knocks, and enters. He sat behind his desk watching the show with his feet up on a corner of the desk. He looks up as she closes the door behind her.
HS: Miss Kane, what do I owe the honor of your visit this evening?
Necra: I came about the bounty on Misty's head. I took her out last week and I want the reward that is if you are still going to keep your word Mister Ward.
HS: The question I have is though, why did you turn on her since you were on the same team?
Necra: I had a change of heart. I finally realized that I should have joined with the winning side.
Hot Stuff looks at her with a puzzled look, and leans back in his seat.
HS: Somehow I don't believe you. I mean you sides with Staggs, and fought against all of those that stood in your way. You willingly attacked superstars that sided with me and now you are telling me you have had a change of heart?
Necra: I knew you wouldn't believe me. But there has to be something I can do to prove it.
HS: How about you tell me the truth about why you had a change of heart all of a sudden. You're a snake in the grass Necra, and would betray anyone that you stood with. I mean look at what you did to Misty.
Necra looks down at the floor, and sighs. She knew it would be hard to prover her change, but she would one way or another.
Necra: I have an idea. I want to make it up to Amy for the way I treated her in our match at the Pay Per View. I want you to team us up next week and I'll prove it to you.
HS: All right, but not next week, in the very near future. But I'm warning you Necra, if you pull any tricks at all I'll come down you so hard that I'll make sure you will never pull anything like this again. But don't expect Amy to trust you after what you did.
Necra: I know, but I want to make it up to her, and hopefully one day that she and I can be friends again. Now if you excuse me I have a match to get ready for.
Necra turns and opens the door, leaving Hot Stuff wondering if she had really changed, or it was all a ploy to catch everyone off guard. he shakes his head, and the camera fades back to the main part of the arena.
"Sleeping All December" signals the arrival of Max Burke. Max steps into the spotlight on the entrance as the crowd erupts in a mix of jeers and cheers. Max is decked out in his brand new sponsor, Under Armour's gear. He's sporting a yellow hoodie and black warm up pants. Microphone in hand, Max pulls the hood down, and brings the microphone up to speak.
Burke: Well... well... well. The time is near. The minutes are tickin' away until I step into that ring, and face the man that is haunting my dreams for the past several months. Kain, there is denying that you're a beast. You lay waste to pretty much anything that crosses your path. Your biggest weapon, the psychological edge that you seemingly always have... until now. You see Kain, I've moved past that stage. During our initial encounters, I can admit that I was intimidated. Being the new kid on the block in SCW, your legend preceded you, and that was always in the back of my head.
Max pauses for a moment to ponder over what he is about to say.
Burke: Then... you jumped me, and put me on the shelf. That was the moment. That was my awakening. The intimidation... the fear... the mystique, was replaced with one feeling... one purpose.
Max's nostrils flare, and the volume in his voice rises.
Burke: Break Kain. Break Kain physically. Break Kain mentally. The fear has been replaced with confidence... with anger. You tried to take away my career. Kain, you will be a broken man when I'm finished with you. Tonight, it begins. Tonight, at Cashman Field, Pro Wrestling's Pedigree steps up to the plate and swings for the fence.
"Sleeping All December" blasts as we head to a commercial break.
Justin: Introducing first weighing in at 128LBS from Ottawa Ontario Canada… VIIIIIXEEEEEN!!
The throbbing beat of You're Going Down by Sick Puppies is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring. Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and backflips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade.
Justin: And her opponent…
You can hear a rev of an engine. The Lights go dim and "Take Me Home Tonight" By Hinder hits. Smoke fills the stage and out walks Daphne with an evil smirk on her face. As she runs down the ramp the announcer speak up "From Seattle,Washington.....Ambrosia Grey." Most of the fans do cheer for her. Others have their reservations about her. As she reaches ringside she slaps a few hands and kissing one lucky fans cheek. She climbs up the steps and over the bottom rope. Daphne dashes to the ropes and leans over the ropes pointing to the crowd with a smile. Stepping off the ropes she dashes to the other side to do the same thing. The crowd is going wild of this vivacious beauty. Finally as she has the fans in the palm of her hands she looks toward the ramp for her opponent as she stretches a little more.
As the two bombshell stand in the centre of the ring they wait to hear the bell, as soon as the bell is rung Vixen and Ambrosia collide together in a forceful lock up. Ambrosia is able to get the upper hand putting Vixen into a side headlock, Vixen goes down on one knee and tries to find the strength to push Ambrosia into the ropes. Ambrosia knows what Vixen is thinking and is quick to snap her head first over her knee with a Snap mare.
Adams: Upper hand for the SCW youngster so far…
Simone: Don’t count Vixen out yet Jason.
Ambrosia is straight on the attack with swift kicks to Vixen’s back, getting in at least three massive shots before she drives her knee into the centre of the Canadian’s spine. Vixen is yelling out in pain while Ambrosia is taking control. The ref asks if Vixen would like to quit but Vixen shakes her head no.
Simone: Told you.
Adams: Yeah, yeah.
Vixen is able to power back up to her feet, turning the tables on Ambrosia she drives her face first into the canvas. Rolling her over Vixen goes for the pin fall.
1…
2…
Ambrosia kicks out. Vixen leaps up to her feet and is quick to charge towards the opposing ropes, timing it perfectly Vixen springs back to the recovering Ambrosia and catches her head in her arms for a swinging neck breaker. Leaping up to her feet Vixen, turning around she drags Ambrosia up to her feet. Knife edge chopping her into the closest corner, once Ambrosia’s back is up in the corner Vixen doesn’t waste any time putting the boot in. Ambrosia drops down to her behind and has her head rested against the middle rope. Taking off towards the other side of the ring Vixen comes flying back in onto the scene with a bronco buster.
Adams: Woohoo Ride em’ cow girl!
Simone: Settle down
Stepping away from Ambrosia. Vixen smiles gleefully as she pulls her prey into the centre of the ring. Grabbing hold of Ambrosia’s left ankle Vixen locks in an ankle lock. Ambrosia is screaming in pain in the centre of the ring, as the referee is asking if she would like quit.
Simone: Vixen getting in some pay back here.
Adams: Eye for and eye, submission for a submission.
Ambrosia is able to crawl over towards the ropes and she wraps herself around the bottom one forcing Vixen to break the hold. Vixen lets go but on the deliver a falling elbow into the back of her competition. Getting to her feet Vixen drags Ambrosia to the centre of the ring, laying her out with a standing Moonsault. Vixen makes her over towards the turnbuckles, looking to climb them she turns around to see Ambrosia is stirring. Ambrosia is trying to make it to her feet, racing back over towards her Vixen goes to strike with a forceful clothesline but Ambrosia ducks out of the way. turning swiftly in her spot Vixen walks straight into Ambrosia open and waiting arms.
Adams: What a reversal.
Ambrosia looks as if she is going to hit some sort of suplex but Vixen is able to power out spinning Ambrosia out driving her face first into the canvas with the “Fall from Grace.” Vixen hooks the leg.
1…
2…
3…
Justin: Here is your winner…. Viiiiixxxxxeeeen!!!
James Huntington-Hawkes III is seen backstage talking to Simpson, his newly won SCW Tag title over his shoulder.
JHHIII: I told you I could do it Simpson, no body believed me! But I knew I could!
Before James can continue, Hot Stuff appears in the camera shot.
HS: What do you want? A Medal? Cheerleaders to follow you around saying "ra ra James?"
James looks up at Hot Stuff.
JHHIII: Ummmm, sure boss.
Hot Stuff smiles.
HS: I like that, boss, cause I am the boss again James.
JHHIII: I know, I was there.
HS: Problem now is James, with me as the boss, you have a different arse to put your lips on.
JHHIII: So you're gonna hold it against me?
HS: Of course, but we can call it square if you do something for me.
James' eyes light up.
JHHIII: Sure!
Hot Stuff reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a card and hands it to James.
HS: All you gotta do is look in to that camera and read the card.
JHHIII: That's it?
HS: That's it.
James clears his throat and looks up at the camera, lifting the card and reading from it.
JHHIII: I wanna face the boss.
The fans cheer as James' face drops.
JHHIII: Wait.... what?
A wide smile crosses Hot Stuff's face as he puts a hand on James' shoulder.
HS: Great! I'll see you in the ring later!
James looks shocked as Hot Stuff walks away.
JHHIII: He tricked me Simpson! He tricked me! Nuts!
The camera fades away.
Backstage in the halls of the Cashman Field dressing room area, SCW Bombshell Vixen is seen standing by a table against the far wall, pouring herself a cup of coffee. The very sight of her brings out a favorable cheer from the crowd in the stands who is watching on the video screen above the stage. The former multi-time champion shakes a small packet of sugar and tears it open, pouring the contents into her java before giving it a stir.
Behind her, however, the crowd boos as they see the newest acquisition to the Bombshell roster, the Syrian known as Parand Ara, stepping out from the women's dressing room area and closing the door behind her. Parand walks up the hall in Vixen's direction, perhaps seeking a cup of caffeine herself, when Vixen turns around and she accidentally bumps into Parand, spilling a bit of the contents of her cup onto the Syrian's elaborate robes.
Vixen: Oh! Oh my God! I am so sorry!
Parand curses inaudibly under her breath as she wipes at her robes. Vixen hurriedly grabs a handful of napkins from the table behind her and turns and starts to dab at Parand's robes in an effort to assist her, when Parand hisses and slaps her own hands up into Vixen's, sending the coffee splashing into the Bombshell's face!
Adams: Jesus Christ! That's hot coffee she just threw in Vixens face!
Vixen cries out in pain and grabs her face, the scalding contents burning her face! Parand, incensed, grabs a handful of Vixen's blonde hair and slams her face right into a mirror that is hanging on the wall, shattering it! The crowd cries out in alarm!
Simone: What the hell is wrong with that woman!? Vixen was trying to help her!
Vixen falls to the floor, holding her face from the burns and now a crimson trail is seeping through her fingers from where her head had struck the mirror! Parand turns and hurries away as a door opens and Spike Staggs steps out into the hall to investigate and sees Vixen on the floor! He quickly hurries over to her and drops to his knees.
Spike: I need some help here!
He grabs Vixen's arms and tries to pull her hands from her face.
Spike: What the hell happened!?
He looks up again and calls out.
Spike: I need some help!
The SCW resident nurse, Zoey Carpenter, rushes onto the scene and the screen fades out as she and Spike work on helping Vixen...
Adams: Seriously! What the hell!? It was an accident!
Simone: The coffee was bad enough! But throwing Vixen's head into a mirror and breaking it!? She could have blinded the woman!
Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen… The following contest is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first, hailing from Detroit, Michigan, standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 165 pounds… Accompanied to the ring by Raynin and Darknyss, she is… GOTHHHHIKAAAA!!!
The lights go out and eerie organ music starts to play softly accompanied by the screech of a raven. On the videotron, a large full moon covers the screen, and the silhouette of a bat flies forward and changes into the shadowy silhouette of a woman. The beat of the music suddenly kicks in as the lights start to pulse blood red, and the silhouette reveals itself to be Gothika standing on the stage. The lights go back to normal and she stands there unmoving, almost cold and emotionless for a few moments, then she throws her fist in the air as she hisses at the crowd, baring her fangs before Raynin and Gothika step onto the stage and they walk slowly down the ramp towards the ring. She slides under the bottom rope, and slithers to the middle of the ring before she climbs to her feet. She then climbs a turnbuckle, throws her fist into the air, hissing at the crowd again. She jumps down and goes across the ring to the other turnbuckle and throws her fist in the air again, hissing at the crowd. She then slowly climbs down and leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.
Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen… The following contest is scheduled for one fall… Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 130 pounds… Accompanied to the ring by the Disciples, she is… MISSSSSSTY!!!!!!
The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "The World Belongs To Me" by My Darkest Days begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, the enigmatic figures of Misty and her disciples, fully cloaked in black robes emerge from backstage. Damien, Dante, Sebastian and Zane surround her protectively with Ruby following behind them. They slowly and methodically walk their way to the ring, ignoring the boos from the crowd. Once to the ring, Damien, Dante Sebastian and Zane enter the ring first. Misty waits at the bottom of the steps as Ruby walks past her, joining the brothers in the ring. She sits on the 2nd rope as Misty walks up the steps, then enters the ring with Ruby's assistance. Misty walks to the center of the ring, standing in between her disciples and holds her arms out. Ruby walks up behind her and removes Misty's robe, as their Queen looks around the crowd, smiling sadistically without a care. Misty's disciples bow to their leader, before exiting the ring, standing around the ring in support of their queen, as her music dies down and the lights return.
DING! DING! DING!
Simone: Even though Team Erik is dead and gone, some of the loyalties remain as we see a display of good sportsmanship between both competitors here.
Adams: The most surprising part is that Misty is playing nice with someone… That’s the shocker.
In the middle of the ring, Misty extends her hand to Gothika, who accepts without hesitation. On the outside, Raynin shouts for her to beware. Misty shocks the audience by following through and backing up to let the contest begin. Gothika also backs up, and both ladies begin plotting their strategies. Referee Drew Patton stands by, ready for the contest to begin. Misty slowly makes her way toward Gothika, reaching out, but Gothika ducks it. She grabs onto the back of Misty’s head, getting a hand full of hair, but Misty quickly breaks free. Gothika goes for a Spear, but Misty uses this momentum to chuck her toward the nearest turnbuckle. She turns around, happy with herself, but doesn’t see that Gothika has run up to the second rope. She springboards off with a Roundhouse Kick to the back of Misty’s head. The disciples shout out in protest, but they stay at bay for the moment.
Adams: We have all the makings for an explosion here at ringside. I can’t wait to see the rest of this little alliance crumble.
Simone: You and me both, Jason. We’ve already seen part of it crumble earlier tonight, but Misty and The Fallen have never seen eye to eye, even if they fought on the same side of the Team Wars.
Misty comes up to her hands and knees, but Gothika is on her, clubbing her back as hard as she can, and laying in a few stomps for good measure. Darknyss and Raynin cheer her on from the outside. Misty clutches onto her back as Gothika turns her over onto her back, pulling her legs up to set up the Cloverleaf. However, Misty uses the strength in her legs to kick Gothika backward and into the ropes. As Gothika rebounds, Misty rolls around her back and hooks Gothika for a German Suplex. She flings her back and lands the move, hooking it for a quick pin.
1!
KICKOUT!
Adams: Ohhh, not even close!
Simone: For someone who was the Bombshell Champion three times, and has held it longer than any Bombshell… you would think she would know better than to try putting Gothika down so soon.
Misty lets go of the pin attempt, but has Gothika’s legs in position for a modified Boston Crab. She laughs maniacally as Gothika shouts out in pain. However, Gothika is just close enough to the ropes to grab on. Drew informs Misty of this hoping she will let go, but she doesn’t. Drew is more forceful, trying to get her off, but Misty laughs in his face. Drew’s eyes widen in anger and he forcefully begins counting rapidly. 1!2!3!4! Misty drops Gothika’s legs at the last second and she gets in his face, shouting at him.
Misty: Don’t make me bitch slap you the way Jasmine did!!!
Crowd: *POP*
With a rare cheer from the audience, Misty seems rather proud of herself. She relishes in Drew’s angry face, but perhaps for a second too long. Gothika is up to her feet and she surprises Misty with a quick but powerful Russian Leg Sweep. As Misty holds onto the back of her head, Gothika mounts her and begins throwing fist after fist at the unstable Queen. As Misty gets her arms up to protect her face, Gothika growls before leaning in to bite Misty’s neck!
Simone: OH! The Vampyric Angel, Gothika is really showing her nature now, and Misty is screaming out in pain!
Adams: Drew almost doesn’t want to pull her off of Misty after the stunt our “Queen” just pulled on him, but I don’t think Mark and Christian need that kind of a law suit against them.
Drew begins a count on Gothika while he frantically tries to pull her off of Misty. Misty scurries over to the corner of the ring with a strange look on her face. She grabs onto her knees and rocks back and forth as if in some sort of trance. Ruby climbs onto the apron and begins shouting at Gothika. The redheaded disciple gets her attention as she calls her out. Drew shouts for Ruby to get down, but this only gets her going even more. Gothika walks over to her, ensuing in an argument. Ruby takes a swing, but Gothika ducks it, grabbing onto her hair and taking a bite from Ruby as well! The crowd goes crazy as Ruby screams out in pain. Drew grabs at his hair, frantically trying to maintain order and failing miserably. All the while, Misty is sitting in the corner, growling and arguing with herself, doing nothing to help Ruby while Raynin and Darknyss cheer on Gothika. Drew finally shouts at Gothika in anger, causing Gothika to hiss in his directions, blood dripping from her fangs. Drew cowers back, but this gives Ruby enough time to slip back to the floor, screaming out in a panic.
Adams: Maybe Ruby has learned her lesson about getting involved in matches, do ya think?
Simone: It is very doubtful, Jason. But maybe she learned a lesson about stepping up to Gothika…
Damien rips a piece of his robe off and presses it to Ruby’s neck. He and Zane help her to the back as she kicks and screams in a mixture of protest and pain. Gothika licks her lips, savoring the taste when Darknyss shouts out to Gothika. As she turns around to see what the fuss is about, Misty charges at her, full steam. She leaps up onto her shoulders, but Gothika surprises Misty by standing her ground, blocking the Hurricanrana attempt from the Queen of the Damned. Misty shrieks in anger as she hits three hard knuckle punches in a row. She rolls back to complete the Hurricanrana and then does a 180 to hit a Standing Senton Splash to Gothika. With confidence, Misty hooks the leg.
1!
2!
2 ½!KICKOUT!
Misty pounds the mat in frustration. She stands up and begins pulling frantically at her hair, ripping pieces out. She repeatedly shouts “No! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!!!” Gothika slowly gets up to her feet, and Misty shocks everyone by hitting a Shining Wizard out of nowhere to the Vampyric one. Misty is bleeding from the neck, and the loss of blood is obviously clouding her judgment here. She rips at Gothika’s black wifebeater and turns it more into a belly shirt. She wraps it all the way around her own neck, tying it a bit tightly. She then picks Gothika up from the mat. She runs forward with a Bulldog, but Gothika sends the Queen flying to the mat all on her own.
Simone: Misty has entered a whole new plane of crazy. I can only think of one Bombshell, past or present, who is on the same level, and even she is starting to look sane by comparison.
Adams: Was that a cheap, shameless Kittie plug by the writer?
Simone: The writer? What?
Adams: Nothing…
Gothika comes up to Misty to pick her up, but Misty kicks her leg back, knocking Gothika in the face. Misty rolls back, hooking her legs around Gothika’s waist, flipping up to come crashing down with a Stunner. She gets a wicked smile upon her face as she chuckles to herself. She grabs onto Gothika’s head, picking her up and sending her to the ropes. She catches Gothika with an Asai Moonsault that levels her opponent quickly. She hooks the leg to make a pin, and as Drew leans down for the count, Misty breaks it up herself. She rolls on top of Gothika and begins laying in a fury of punches. Drew tries to break it up, but Misty shoves him away. She continues business as usual until Gothika flips her over. As both ladies scramble to their feet, Misty grabs Gothika and slams her head into the nearest turnbuckle. She shoves her boot to the back of Gothika’s head, choking her against the rope. Drew initiates a count. 1! 2! 3! 4! BREAK IT UP! Misty backs up as directed, holding her hands up innocently.
Simone: Misty? Innocent? When hell freezes over!
Adams: Judging by that complexion, I’d say it has been frozen over for a long time…
Misty immediately drops down to her knees, choking Gothika on the bottom ropes, growling as she does so. Drew begins his count again. 1! 2! 3! 4! Misty holds her hands up again, looking back to Drew for a moment before going right back to choking Gothika. 1! 2! 3! 4! Misty lets go before Drew can say anything and she backs up. She charges forward, leaping onto the back of Gothika’s neck, bouncing up and down for emphasis. She pulls Gothika backward and locks on The Queen’s Punishment in the center of the ring. Gothika tries her best to get out, but it is of no use. She finally taps the mat quickly.
Adams: This one took an unexpected turn, and we have seen something we have never seen before…
Justin Decent: Your winner via submission… The Queen of the Damned… MISSSSSTYYYYY!!!
Simone: She definitely showed some pent up rage, and she treated a bite out of her neck like a mosquito bite. After putting Gothika’s neck and throat through hell, it was no wonder she tapped so quickly.
Drew raises Misty’s hand up in victory, but she yanks it out of his grasp and walks over to the ropes, quickly leaving. Her disciples come to check on her but she just laughs as she walks backward up the ramp, looking at the fallen Gothika.
Our cameras enter back from commercial break to see an empty room with the only light provided is a single string light bulb dangling from the ceiling, it swung back and forth, giving off an eerie presence as we uncover more about this area. The room was full of broken clocks everywhere. Something can be seen if only briefly in the corner of one side of this room then sounds can heard of screams before the camera is knocked over by an unknown force but lands upright. Light reaches a wall revealing a bloody message in crimson reading: ROXI JOHNSON!!!!
Justin: The following contest is one fall, introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Simpson, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and fifty five pounds, James Huntington-Hawkes III
The lights dim down a little and the opening to Maroon 5's "Moves Like Jagger" starts to play. The fan's look towards the entrance ramp as two beautiful women walk out from the backstage area and stands either side of the entrance ramp. A huge man with a bald head, Simpson, appears at the top of the ramp, wearing a suit. The man adjusts his tie and points to the entrance ramp and a shorter, young looking man, maybe in his teens walks through the entrance, much to the amusement of the fans. James Huntington-Hawkes III stands on the top of the ramp, and the two beautiful young ladies takes an arm each, and lead him down towards the ring, with the big man leading the way. As the four get to the ring, Simpson steps up the ring steps and bends open the ropes for James to step up and in to the ring James runs up the steps and in to the ring, The women quickly follows him up the steps and in to the ring, followed by Simpson. James steps to the center of the ring and the two women stand behind him and James starts to dance. Moving first to the left, then a step to the right, moving his arms out in the opposite directions then he steps. He takes a two steps forward, dipping his shoulders, before leaning back and doing a 'Jagger strut' and raising his arms.
Justin: And his opponent, from London, England, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds. He is the co-owner of SCW, he is Hot Stuff Mark Ward!
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. Hot Stuff is wearing snake skin shorts and matching snake skin boots, both with Union Jack flags on both the shorts and boots with HS on the rear. 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 walks towards James as. The referee calls for the bell.
Simone: This is gonna be good!
James backs away from Hot Stuff, his hands in front of his face as Hot Stuff smiles and approaches James. James leans against the corner as Hot Stuff puts his hand in a ball, but huge boos are heard.
Adams: It's Casey Williams!
Casey slides in the ring and waits behind Hot Stuff. The crowd yell and point as Hot Stuff stalks James. Casey moves in behind Hot Stuff, spinning him around and hitting him in the side of the head with the Kiss Of Death! Hot Stuff falls to the ground.
Simone: Casey just knocked out the boss!
Casey leans down over Hot Stuff.
Casey: I wanna face the boss!
Adams: Wow! Casey just challenged Hot Stuff!
The fans boo as Casey drops down and rolls out of the ring, firing a look towards James as he moves up the ramp.
The camera pans around the crowd in the Cashman Field for a bit before focusing on the entrance and the aisle where the fans have flags and banners lined up that say “Marauder-gun”, “Emerald Dragon”, and “Jordan Williams” in Japanese characters, when "Subconscious" hit’s the PA System. The crowd erupts into cheers. 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 throws up the double guns pose as 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 throws the double guns pose up again as the fans rock the arena with thunderous cheers. The ring announcer hands him one as Jordan waits for the cheers to die down. After a few minutes of the fans chanting “JORDAN! JORDAN! JORDAN!”, he tries to speak over them, but the cheers get louder and louder. Jordan applauds the crowd as they continue cheering for him.
Jordan: I’ve been doing a lot of thinking since Into the Void. I took to Twitter and announced that I was retiring from active competition in SCW.
The fans interrupt Jordan with boos.
Jordan: Hear me out. In my promos for the past couple of months I’ve said that when I lose the SCW Title, I was going to retire. Now it happened a little quicker than I thought, but it happened none the less, so that night I announced my retirement from full time wrestling and that I’d return on special occasions.
The fans again boo as they are not happy where this is going.
Jordan: THEN, I get the reaction to announcement and boy was I not prepared for it. You fans are an important voice and you guys certainly made your voice heard and I took that into consideration. BUT, it was the reaction I got from the boys in the locker room…
The fans start clapping and a few cheers.
Jordan: When your peers are telling you, “No, don’t retire, you still got it.” or “I want to work with you, don’t retire.” That to me makes all the difference in the world!
Jordan pauses as the fans clap some more.
Jordan: I meant it when I said that guys like Drake Green, Ben Jordan, Simon Hill, Thatcher Rex, and Mickey Carroll are not only the present, but the future of the wrestling business and I was doing my part in handing over the business to the next generation. And after much thought, I still feel that way. It’s a new era in professional wrestling and those guys are driving this business from here on out…
The fans start booing a bit as Jordan looks down at the mat with a somber look on his face.
Jordan: But I’m old now, I don’t want to suffer that debilitating injury, because I’d like to play around with my kids as they continue to grow up. And I don’t want to keep missing those little things like recitals and programs and whatever else they do at school. So, after much deliberation I’ve decided that…
Jordan looks down at the mat again, getting visibly choked up with a gloomy look on his face.
Jordan: I’ve decided that my time has…
Jordan looks at Sasha, who only nods at Jordan. The fans chant “PLEASE DON’T GO! PLEASE DON’T GO!”
Jordan then gets his cocky grin back on his face and his tone gets boisterous: That my time ISN’T over just yet!
The fans rock Cashman Field as they explode into cheers.
Jordan: The out pouring I got from the fans and most importantly from the locker room from guys like Ben, Drake, Mickey, and Simon, plus the fact that I can still wrestle at a pretty damn high level and I can still beat anyone on this roster!
The fans start chanting “TOO GOOD FOR YA! TOO GOOD FOR YA!”, Jordan’s signature catchphrase.
Jordan: I’ll be sticking around because I want to wrestle these young guns and show them that this old man, may be old, but he can still put on the best match on the card and is still the best wrestler of ALL time! Simon, I’m coming for my belt and to the rest of the world, Jordan Williams ain’t leaving just yet! I hate stealing, but I have to steal this quote because it’s apropos: Diamonds are forever and so is Jordan Williams! Why? Because I’m too good…
The fans finish off his catchphrase by yelling: “FOR YA!”
Jordan drops the mic as “Subconscious” hit’s the PA System again and the fans burst into cheers as Jordan plays to the crowd.
Justin: The following contest is tonight's main event and is a roulette rules match.
The screen lights up where Pussy Willow stands next to the wheel. She reaches up and spins it around. The fans watch on as the wheel lands on Tornado Tag match.
Justin: Introducing first from Dorchester, New Brunswick, Canada.
The ear-piercing opening rift of "Sleeping All December" signals the arrival of Max Burke.
Justin: Weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is Max Burke!
Max steps into the spotlight on the entrance as the crowd erupts in a mix of jeers and cheers. Burke makes his way to the ring, punking out several fans along the way. Max steps through the ropes, and scales the turnbuckles to pose for the crowd in attendance.
Justin: And his partner.
The lights in the arena go out, as a golden spotlight goes oer the crowd, and comes to stop at the back of the stage, as "Black and Silver" by Xandria begins to play over the speakers.
Justin: From The Isle of the Gods, Greece, weighing in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds, she is the SCW Bombshell Roulette champion, she is Necra Octavian Kane!
A black mist begins to roll over the stage and rampway, as two lines of men and women walk down to the ramp, and line either side, holding flags with a strange symbol on them. At the back of the stage,a golden barge appears with 4 very built men wearing masks of Anubis, Osiris, Ma'at, and Apep on the four corners. Behind the barge is a man wearing a skull for a mask follows behind. They reach the ring, and the skull faced man moves to the side of the barge, removing the golden death mask from the Goddess of the Dead. She opens her eyes as she is helped up, and heads to the ring, as her followers fall to their knees. She walks up the stairs, and steps into the ring. She raises her hands, as flames shoot up from each of the posts, as the lights go up.
Justin: And their opponents. Introducing first.
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: Making her way to the ring from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds…MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
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: And her partner, being accompanied to the ring by Ariel, from Detroit, Illinois.
The lights in the arena goes down as the low-sounding guitar riff from Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" plays and a lone spotlight is placed on the top of the entrance ramp, right at the enter.
Justin: Weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is the SCW Roulette champion, he is Kain!
Once the guitars and drums pick up noise and the song starts to play it's tune, a platform rises from the bottom and the crowd recognizes Kain and his love, Ariel. The crowd cheers wildly for Kain as Saliva's frontman, Josey Scott, sings his lyrics, boasting of a show that no one has ever seen before. Kain looks around the arena, smiles briefly at both sides of the crowd, then stares down the ring and locks on to his game face. Snarling with rage, he walks down the ramp with intent and purpose, thinking of the fight ahead of him. He feels the warm presence of Ariel's right hand clasped with his left hand as the couple walk, side-by-side, but his mind is focused on the carnage tonight. Once they reach the bottom, Ariel goes behind Kain, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is shown from head to toe, with the championship belt around his waist, not to mention the camera getting a great look of his incredible physique. The women couldn't help but gawk at his body while the men couldn't help but be awe in what they are seeing now. Ariel hands the black robe over to a nearby ring attendent, directly to her right, then gets pulled in by Kain, who embraces her in a deep kiss. Ariel returns the kiss and the arena's noise got more louder than before. Kain breaks off the kiss, bows to his queen, then turns away and walks up the steps and places both hands near the end the end of the top rope. He then hops on the top floor and performs a forward somersault before landing on the ground. As he lands, flaming pyro explodes from all corners of the ring as the lights grow back on. Climbing on each turnbuckle, he raises his right, clenched fist, with the championship title in hand, in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd. Finally, he heads to his corner, kneels briefly, saying a few words to himself before rising up and looking behind as he spies the entrance ramp. "Ladies And Gentlemen" as Kain now stands still, looking at Max Burke.
The referee calls for the bell
DING DING DING
Burke and Kain charge towards each other as does Necra and Mercedes.
Simone: Tag Team Tornado rules mean there's no tags.
Adams: Just action.
Max and Kain fire huge punches at each other.
Simone: Max was out here earlier talking about how much he disliked Kain, and he's showing it.
Max and Kain trade huge punches, Kain taking the advantage and forcing Max against the ropes, but Max fires a shot back at Kain, catching him in the eye. Kain walks along the ropes and in to the corner, but Max jumps at him with an elbow to the side of the head. Max fires more punches towards Kain's head and pulls him out of the corner and wraps his arms around Kain's waist and lifts him over with a huge northern lights release suplex, sending Kain crashing to the canvas.
Adams: Max is technically gifted.
On the other side of the ring, Mercedes falls forward and Necra drops down and plants a knee in the base of Mercedes's spine, pulling her head back. Jasmine St John drops down and asks Mercedes if she wants to end the match but Mercedes tells her no. Necra pulls back further and Jasmine St John asks again, but gets the same answer. Necra gets back to her feet and yells at Jasmine St John, but Jasmine shakes her head. Mercedes gets to her knees but Necra turns back and pulls Mercedes back to her feet, hitting her with a short, sharp uppercut to the jaw. Mercedes stumbles away, but Necra takes her down with a clubbing blow to the back of the head. Necra turns around, looking at referee, but as Necra turns back, Mercedes cuts off Necra with a knee. Necra spins around with a clothesline but Mercedes ducks down and puts her head between Necra's, turning her around and drops her face first with an electric chair drop! Mercedes rolls Necra over and goes for the cover.
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Necra kicks out.
Adams: Mercedes nearly pinned the Bombshell Roulette champion.
Kain fights his way to his feet but Max drives a shoulder in to his gut, charging Kain backwards in to the corner. Max pulls his body out, looking to drive a shoulder in to Kain's gut again but Kain springs up on the top rope, laying across the top rope and Max drives his shoulder in to the turnbuckle. Kain rolls down and rolls across Max's back and lands on his feet.
Simone: Unique corner escape.
As Max turns around, Kain catches him with a kick to the back of the head. Max falls forward and Kain leans over him, his hand on Burke's chin and starts to hit him in the head with huge shots. Kain stands up, stepping back and waiting for Burke to return to his feet. Kain and Burke look at each other and Burke moves in to lock up but Kain drills him with a quick kick to the leg and a second to the ribs. Kain grabs hold of Burke's head, putting him in a front face lock and lifts his knees, nailing Burke in the chest before casually tossing him to the mat. Burke crawls in to the corner, but Kain charges him and blasts him with a knee to the face. Kain picks Burke up to his feet and starts to rain hammer blows down on to Burke's head, forcing Burke to cover up. Kain lifts his arm and drops an elbow down on to the top of Burke's head, causing Burke to hit the canvas hard. Burke looks dazed, but Kain drills Burke with a sharp punt to the ribs, Causing Burke to roll over towards the corner. Kain continues the assault by dragging him up to his feet and hooking him in a front face lock and slamming him down with a huge DDT. Kain covers Max.
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Max kicks out!
Adams: Kain is taking it to town on Max Burke.
Burke rolls towards the ropes and tries to pull himself up, but Kane charges at him. Burke lifts Kain and drops him throat first across the top rope. Kain bounces up and Burke charges him, and clotheslines him over the top rope.
Simone: Ouch.
Mercedes comes up behind Necra and kicks her in the back. Mercedes grabs Necra by the head and walks her towards the corner, throwing her shoulder first in to the turnbuckle. Mercedes turns around to Necra and pulls Necra to her feet and chops her hard across the chest, sending Necra backwards against the rope. Mercedes takes Necra by the wrist and throws her across the ring. Necra bounces back and Mercedes lifts her up with a high backbody drop, gravity pulling Necra down hard to the ring. Mercedes stomps on Necra and quickly drops a knee across her head. Picking her up, Mercedes jabs a quick shot to Necra's jaw and lifts her up, dropping her on to her knee with a rib breaker. Mercedes steps back as Necra holds on to her ribs and slowly gets to her knees. As she does, Mercedes runs at Necra and connects with a knee to the side of Necra's head. Necra falls forward and Mercedes drops down, rolling Necra on to her back and attempting a cover.
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Adams: Still can't get the pin.
Kain hits the floor on the outside and Max brushes off any reprimands of the official and goes out after the men's roulette titlist, ducking through the ropes and dropping to the floor. Max grabs Kain and hauls him to his feet but Kain already begins fighting back, delivering rapid jabs into Max's ribs, fending him off. Kain then goes to bring Burke into the barricade with an Irish whip but Max turns it around and scoops the champion up and delivers a spine buster.
Simone: On the floor! Kain just got driven right into the floor!
Max grabs Kain by the legs and falls back, catapulting Kain up and he goes crashing right into the six-sided ring's steel post. Kain staggers back and sinks to one knee, and Max delivers a running Shining Wizard strike to the side of Kain's head, sending the champion tumbling over on the hard floor.
Simone: If Max keeps this up, he may very well land a victory over the champion.
Max grabs Kain and rolls him back inside of the ring, eager to get this over with. He rolls inside and pulls Kain up from behind and brings him over with a head-and-arm suplex. Max stands right up and holds his arms out, celebrating his showing.
Adams: Don't celebrate just yet.
Kain manages to get up and although hurt, he grabs Max around the waist and lifts him up and over with a release German suplex, returning the favor!
Simone: I have never seen any man take the level of punishment that Kain is able to and still keep fighting.
Across the ring, Mercedes grabs her respective opponent and whips her into the near corner, but Necra scales the turnbuckles and jumps back, connecting with a flying body press.
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Mercedes kicks out.
Both women fight their way to their feet, and Necra quickly rakes Mercedes's eyes, blinding the number one challenger. Necra runs her head into the corner and she then begins to bury her shoulder into Vargas's stomach three straight times. Necra backs up a step and Mercedes responds, kicking both feet up into the champion's chest and sending her falling back to the canvas. Mercedes then comes up on her and goes to grab the downed champion when Necra plants both of her feet into Mercedes's body and monkey flips her over onto the mat.
Adams: Nice counter. The champion was playing possum.
Necra rolls through on the maneuver and ends up atop her soon-to-be challenger and wraps both hands around her throat and she begins to savagely choke her. The referee tries to stop the illegal rule infraction but Necra refuses and the official starts to count.
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Only at the count of four does Necra break and she rolls off of Vargas, pulling her up along with her with a handful of hair. Necra chokes Mercedes on the top rope, then reaches over and grabs the middle rope and pulls it up over Mercedes's head, trapping her neck between the ropes.
Simone: The champion has Mercedes in a bad way here.
Necra then gets a running start and dropkicks Mercedes right in her exposed back. The impact knocks her loose from the ropes and Necra grabs a handful of her tights and rolls her backwards into a schoolboy cradle.
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Mercedes gets her shoulder up.
Necra picks Mercedes up and settles her onto the top of the near corner. Necra then limbs up and she grabs at her opponent but there is still life in Mercedes as she fights the champion off and the two women begin slugging it out in the precarious position of the top of the corner. Mercedes then blocks a shot and she ducks down and uses her leverage to dump Necra over the corner and to the outside.
Adams: Oh hell! She had to have fallen at least fifteen feet!
Somehow, someway, Necra slowly gets to her feet on the outside and as she does and turns around, Mercedes leaps off the top of the corner and crashes into her with a flying body press!
As Max uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, Kain kips up and the fans cheer the athletic display. Max comes right after him, charging at top speed and Kain scoops him right up and into a powerslam. Kain stands up and lets loose with an incredible battle cry, his eyes wide with manic energy. Max gets back to his feet and Kain barrels right into him, knocking him down with a running lariat. Max gets to his feet again and meets the exact same fate as before. Max staggers to his feet but falls back into the near corner where Kain moves in and he begins to lay in with a series of kicks and punches, taking turns between each.
Simone: Kain has taken over! It may soon be all over for Max Burke.
Kain brings Max from the corner and sends him into the far side face and chest first. Kain dives right in after him and Stinger splashes Burke across the back. Max staggers back and Kain grabs him around the waist and attempts a suplex but Max blocks it. Kain tries a second time but again it is blocked. Max then kicks his feet up and against the corner, knocking both Kain and himself back to the mat with both their shoulders down.
Adams: Both men's shoulders are on the mat.
The referee dives over to make the count on the double pin.
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Max lifts his shoulder off the mat.
3!
Adams: Wait! Did I see right?
Kain stands up with his arms raised in the air, but the referee walks over and takes Max's arm and raises it. The crowd boos and Kain looks completely shocked. He starts arguing with the official who tries explaining to him what had happened. Max rolls out of the ring, holding his bloodied nose but smiling at Kain in the ring who is still debating with the referee.
Justin: Here are your winners, Max Burke and Necra Octavian Kane!
This announcement stops Mercedes' assault on Necra and allows the Bombshell champion to escape away from Vargas and join Max as the pair back up the aisle, leaving Mercedes stumped and Kain extremely pissed off!
Simone: What bitter irony! Kain pinned himself and may have just handed Max Burke a chance at his SCW Roulette Championship!
Adams: Kain does not look happy.
Simone: We're out of time! Join us next week on Climax Control, where we'll be hoping to hear from Kain!
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