Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Grand Ballroom in Bally's Grand in Reno, 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;


Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the building at all of the fans filling the ballroom and the rows of seats around the ring itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Grand ballroom right here in Bally's Grand in Reno, Nevada and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Now please help me welcome back to Sin City Wrestling... our Hostess With the Mostess ... Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd cheers and applauds for the returning Amanda Hugginkiss! The curtains on the stage part and out steps Amanda in a platinum blond wig and a shimmering silver dress. She waves and smiles to the applauding fans and the performance begins.

Amanda: I realize you're seeing someone new
I don't believe she knows you like I do
Your temperamental moody side
The one you always try to hide from me

But I know when you have some thing on your mind
You've been trying to tell me for the longest time
And before you break my heart in two,
There's something I've been trying to say to you

I'm sorry. I have Turrets Syndrome and it causes me to have these uncontrollable outbursts.

But the words get in the way
There's so much I want to say
BULLSHIT! Anus! Anus! Ahh Ahh!

But it's locked deep inside and if you look in my eyes,
We might fall in love again.
I won't even start to cry, and before we say goodbye
I tried to say "I love you"
But the words got in the way

Your heart has always been an open door
But baby I don't even know you any more

And despite the fact it's hurting me,
I know the time has come to set you free

You know, there are some places that I can't g-GO!!
I'm gonna kill ya!
Nya nya nya!

But the words get in the way

And I can't go near places like churches.

There's so much I want to say

But it's locked deep inside and if you look in my eyes,
We might fall in love again
I won't even start to cry, and before we say goodbye
I tried to say "I love you"
Fart! Dildo! Big! BIG BIG TITTIES! Shit! SHIT HOLE!
but the words got in the way
I'm trying to say "I love you"
But the words get in the way

The crowd is in a laughing frenzy over the returning Amanda's performance as they cheer and applaud! Amanda shakes off her 'condition' and smiles and waves before blowing a kiss toward them and vanishing behind the curtains.

Simone: Great to see Amanda back! Welcome to Climax Control! I'm Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I'm wishing I was sitting in the sun, but I'm here and you can call me Jason Adams

Simone: Five huge matches tonight, and we kick off with a huge start.

Adams: Mafia boss Vs the very popular Aussie.

Simone: Correct Jason, as Joanne Canelli takes on the popular Odette Ryder one on one.

Adams: I know our fans can't wait for that, cause I'm a fan and me likey!

Simone: Last week, Casey Williams put his hands on the boss, Hot Stuff Mark Ward, and tonight, Hot Stuff will return to the ring against the seven foot giant.

Adams: Hot Stuff backs away from no one but Casey is a beast.

Simone: In a match dubbed former SCW Heavyweight champion, against a man many are tipping to become a future world champion are against each other tonight, as Jordan Williams takes on the man of mystery, Lucian Frost!

Adams: People have been crying out for this match and now you get to see it tonight.

Simone: Another match that people have said is main event supercard worthy, is on the show tonight as former two time SCW heavyweight champion Nick Jones, takes on one of the fastest rising stars in SCW, ACW's Maritime Junior Heavyweight champion, Drake Green.

Adams: I agree with those people, this match is awesome!

Simone: You think that's gonna be awesome Jason, you should see the main event.

Adams: Oh I can't wait.

Simone: Three bombshells.

Adams: Yes! Three people!

Simone: Three, as Roxi Johnson defends the Bombshell championship against Laura Jackson and Amy Marshall.

Adams: Roxi needs to keep one eye open, after her cryptic message, but if they do appear, I hope it's another hot chick and not some deformed scar face.

Simone: Jason, this is the part where you get all excited to start the show.

Adams: It is? Wait! It is! So let's do it! Start the show! Come on! Start the show!

Misty and her disciples are standing outside the locker rooms backstage. Misty is dressed casually this evening, as she is not booked in a match. The Brothers are standing just a few feet away from her and Ruby, chatting quietly amongst themselves, as Ruby stands next to her, protectively and obediently, remaining very silent. Misty looks at the watch on her wrist, and the corner of her mouth turns up in a hint of a smile as she turns her attention to Ruby.

Misty: Hey, Ruby, I need you to come with me for a moment. I have a surprise for you.

Ruby looks at her, highly surprised at hearing this.

Ruby: A surprise for me? My Queen, that really isn't necessary.

Misty: Oh, yes it is, Ruby. I haven't exactly treated you very kindly lately, so I think I need to show my appreciation for all that you have done for me. I will not take no for an answer right now either.

Misty looks at Damien, offering him a quick wink before she turns her attention away. Ruby looks at each of the brothers with a curious look.

Ruby: I suppose all of you know what this surprise happens to be, don't you?

Dante, Sebastian and Zane all shake their heads, but Damien is the only one who doesn't respond. Ruby stares at him.

Ruby: Damien...

Damien: It is not my place to say anything, Ruby. Our Queen wishes to surprise you, so just let her.

Ruby tries to object, but Misty grabs her by the arm and gently tugs her away from the wall, dragging her down the hall. Ruby has no choice but to finally go willingly, and she glances over to Misty, noticing the slightly excited look on her face.

Ruby: My Queen, while I have said this is highly unnecessary, I do thank you for your kindness, and I'm extremely curious as to what this surprise could be. Where are you taking me?

Misty: You'll see. It is just down the hall.

Ruby can't stop herself from smiling, now that she sees how excited her Queen is. Misty leads her down a few hallways, until they stop outside another locker room door, but Misty doesn't knock right away.

Misty: Okay, we're here.

Ruby: I'm sorry. I'm a little confused.

Misty: Not for much longer. Now I know last week you asked me if I could teach you some wrestling moves. You apparently want to start learning a few things about the wrestling world.

Ruby nods.

Ruby: Yes, but you said you would do so later.

Misty: That may have been a slight fib.

Ruby's eyes widen in a bit of shock, but Misty holds her hand up, stopping her from responding.

Misty: I would have no problem starting your wrestling training, Ruby, but after you asked me last week, I may have gotten a better idea. You see, I don't exactly have the proper time to dedicate to this, and I do think you should start your training as soon as possible, so...

Ruby looks confused as a huge grin grows on Misty's face and she knocks on the locker room door. A few seconds later, the door opens and who should appear, but "Pro Wrestling's Pedigree" Max Burke! Ruby looks appalled, as she glares at Max, then turns and looks to Misty, more confused than before.

Misty: So Max here agreed to be your own personal trainer. Isn't that right, Max?

Max gives Misty a wink. He looks Ruby up and down from head to toe and nods in agreement.

Max: You're absolutely right my Queen.

Max takes the hand of Misty, and gives it a quick gentleman's kiss. He turns his attention back to Ruby.

Max: Ruby, this will not be easy. It will be long hours. We will sweat.

Max gives Ruby a wink.

Max: We will be spending countless hours together developing you into the femme fatale that I know you can be my love. We will mold you into a wrestling machine.

Max grins as he stares at Ruby. Ruby is shocked, but clearly not in a good way, as she glares at him, appalled at his suggestive behavior. Misty smiles proudly.

Ruby: I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Burke, but that is NEVER going to happen. At least not by you. The only one who will be training me--

Misty: Is Max...

Ruby turns her attention back to Misty after her Queen interrupts her.

Ruby shakes her head as her jaw drops just a little.

Ruby: You have the time, my Queen, and if not, then it can wait.

Misty shakes her head, patting Ruby's shoulder.

Misty: Listen to me, Ruby. This is not something I will yield on. I know you enjoy doing things for me, but's time to do something for yourself. Let Max train you, because I'm telling you right now, I'm not going to.

Max: If it puts your mind at ease, I promise I won't bite...

Ruby turns quickly and glares at him.

Ruby: That is not the problem, Mr. Burke..

Max: Oh, I get it then...

He takes a step towards her, getting almost too close for comfort.

Max: Afraid of getting too close to Pro Wrestling's Pedigree, are ya? Afraid you'll get distracted...

Max goes to caress Ruby's chin, but she quickly grabs a hold of his wrist and stops him.

Ruby: That is the last thing I am worried about, Mr. Burke. And if I were you, I wouldn't try anything like that again!

Max laughs a little and he holds his hands up in defeat. Ruby glares at him as though she could attack at any minute, and Misty steps in between the two, though more for Max's protection it seems.

Misty: Okay, okay, okay...Ruby, clearly you need to learn to play nice with Max, so I'm going to leave you two alone for a while. I have some other business I need to take care of, so now is the perfect time for you to two to get to know each other a little better.

Ruby goes to object, but Misty shakes her head and quickly walks away. She turns around giving the two a thumbs up.

Misty: Remember Ruby...PLAY NICE!

Misty disappears down another hall, leaving Ruby alone with Max, though she is not happy about it. Max smiles from ear to ear as Ruby stands there with her arms folded across her chest.

Ruby: Don't look so happy, Mr. Burke. I'm going to wait right here until my Queen returns. That way she THINKS I listened to her.

Justin: Ladies and Gentleman, the following match is scheduled for one fall..

Adams: Oh boy! Oh boy! It's Bombshell time! My favorite time of the night!

Simone: Do you have your drool bucket at the ready, Jason?

Adams: Damn...I forgot it at home!

Justin: Introducing first, weighing in at 135lbs...from the Jersey Shore, New Jersey...The Jersey Devil Diva...JOANNE CANELLI!

The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Run This Town" begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, , talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring, and Joanne's music dies down.

Justin: And introducing her opponent...

The crowd suddenly erupts in loud cheers as they know who is about to enter.

Oooh whatcha gonna now? Whatcha gonna do when the rhythm comes kickin you????

Justin: Weighing in at 126lbs...From Queensland, Australia...ODETTE RYDER!

The spine tingling sounds of Dimestone Hood blares across the personal address system the SCW arena fills with darkness. The sound of cheers can be heard as the majority of the male fans start hooting and hollering as they await the arrival of one of their favourite bombshells to emerge from behind the thick black stage curtain.

Adams: Have I ever said what a lucky, lucky man Gabriel is?

Simone: Several times.

???Breath life a disease gonna get you, off of me??? as the lights start to flicker bright shades of blue, the curtain starts to open and slowly Odette???s dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp.

Adams: Oh hell...what's one more? Gabriel is one hell of a lucky man, Belinda!

Biting her bottom lip Odette surveys the crowded arena, whilst simply placing her hands down by her side. Starting her short journey down the cold steel ramp Odette???s skin is covered in goose bumps as the crowd is cheering in appreciation. Sliding into the ring under the bottom rope the camera man can???t help but try to get a sneaky look down the front of Odette???s super tight top, noticing this Odette gives the camera a cheeky smirk. Jumping up to her feet she walks over towards the ropes, turning sharply just before reaching them, Odette hooks her arms around the top rope using the curves from her elbows. She turns and stares at Joanne, who is waiting across the ring with a determined and focused look on her face.

Simone: This match is sure to be nothing less than fantastic, Jason. Both Odette and Joanne are fierce competitors in that ring.

Odette's music dies down and Drew Patton steps in between the two Bombshells, ready to get this match started before he finally calls for the bell.


The two step towards one another, both looking as determined as ever. Joanne nearly towers over Odette, with a five inch height difference over the Aussie Bombshell, but that doesn't hold Odette back. Odette extends her hand for a show of good sportsmanship, but Joanne just laughs and smacks her hand away. Odette's eyes widen in a bit of disappointment, and she looks around the crowd with a shake of her head. Joanne tries to catch Odette off guard, attempting to take Odette down with a vicious elbow, but Odette ducks just in time, and nails Joanne in the back of the head with a spinning heel kick, and the crowd cheers her on!

Adams: That's my girl!

Simone: Excuse me? I believe she is Gabriel's girl, Jason...

Adams: Huh? That's what I meant...That's Gabriel's girl!

Odette quickly dives at the back of Joanne's legs, taking the former Bombshell Roulette Champion down by the knees. She gets back to her feet quickly, standing over Joanne as she delivers kick after kick, then kneels over her, grabs a fist full of Joanne's hair and begins delivering hard right hand punches to the Jersey Bombshell, furiously.

Simone: Odette is showing exactly why people shouldn't doubt her abilities in that ring. She's been on fire lately after some people have claimed she's losing focus.

Adams: What do they know? She's just as focused as ever!

Odette runs at the ropes and when she rebounds back and delivers a hard elbow to the throat. She quickly hooks the leg and goes for the pin!


2..NO! Joanne gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Odette looking to end that one quickly, but it looks like Joanne has other plans.

Odette gets back to her feet and reaches down to pull Joanne up by her hair, but Joanne grabs a hold of Odette's head, using both her hands and delivers a hard headbutt to the Aussie! Odette stumbles back, seeing stars and she shakes her head. Joanne gets back to her feet, bouncing back quickly as she grabs Odette by the hair and slams her to the mat. Odette's head bounces off the mat in whiplash force, and she grabs a hold of the back of her head, feeling the effects as Joanne has a sick smile on her face.

Simone: Joanne is one tough Bombshell, Jason. She keeps this up, she could be looking at a title shot in the near future.

Adams: If she beats Odette here tonight, that could get her one step closer, Belinda! But that is a big IF!

Joanne stands over the fallen Aussie then places her foot over Odette's throat, pressing down and cutting off her air supply. Odette kicks and struggles as Drew orders Joanne to break the illegal hold, but Joanne refuses and Drew begins his mandatory count. 1..2..3..4...Joanne quickly steps away, holding her hands up innocently as Odette chokes and gasps for air. Joanne smiles wickedly, as Drew goes to check on Odette.

Simone: Joanne is getting a sick satisfaction out of this. Clearly she doesn't know how to fight fair!

As Drew kneels down to check on Odette, Joanne pushes her way past him and right back to Odette. She reaches down and grabs Odette by her long hair, pulling her back to her feet. Joanne delivers a couple of hard uppercuts before she takes Odette's arm and gets ready to send her into the opposite corner turnbuckle. Odette reverses it and it is instead Joanne who collides with the corner turnbuckle. Odette charges at Joanne quickly, connecting her shoulder with Joanne's midsection, repeating the process a few times for good measure.

Adams: Odette bouncing back quickly! She had an adrenaline burst or something!

Odette jumps up to the second rope, standing over Joanne. She holds Joanne's head with her left hand, then balls up a fist with her right and pumps the crowd up as she soon starts a series of punches and the count with each punch. 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10! Odette stands over a nearly dazed Joanne, smiling proudly as the crowd cheers her on and she steps up to the top turnbuckle. Before she can even attempt her next move, Joanne grabs a hold of her tights and brings Odette crashing down to the mat in a Power Bomb!

Simone: Good lord, Jason! I think this one is over!

Adams: Not yet! She has to cover Odette for the pin, but I think she's still seeing stars from that series of punches!

Indeed she is, as Joanne is shaking her head, trying to see straight. She stumbles back into the corner briefly, shaking her head again, her blurry vision finally disappearing and she stares right at the downed Odette Ryder. She quickly covers Odette and hooks her leg and Drew drops down for the count.



3...NO! Odette gets her shoulder up at the last possible second!

Simone: I don't know how she got her shoulder up! That was a nasty Power Bomb.

Adams: Joanne took too long to make the cover.

Joanne slams her fist on the mat in frustration as she glares at Drew, insisting it was a three count. He shakes his head reminding her it was only two. She shakes her head and gets back to her feet and begins arguing with Drew, getting right in his face. He warns her she will be disqualified if she doesn't back down but she doesn't care, nor does she notice Odette getting back to her feet behind her with the crowd cheering her on. Joanne soon spins around to see what they are cheering about and is met with a vicious superkick to the jaw, that sends her straight down to the mat, but Odette doesn't stop there!

Adams: She's pointing to the top rope, Belinda! I think I know what she's going for here!

Simone: I think I know, too, Jason.

Odette quickly jumps up to the top tope, standing tall and proud and wastes no time. She flies off the top rope, nailing the O Ryder!

Adams: O Ryder! O Ryder!

Odette drops down and covers Joanne.





Justin: Ladies and Gentleman here is your winner....ODETTE RYDER!

No sooner than the bell rings and Drew raises Odette's hand in victory, then the lights dim down. A few seconds later, the opening beats to The World Belongs To Me by My Darkest Days begins playing on the sound system and a spotlight shines on the backstage entrance. Inside the ring, Odette rolls her eyes and turns her attention to the top of the ramp, where Misty is now standing with a microphone in hand. She is staring down the ramp and Odette with a wicked smile on her face, and she raises the microphone to speak.

Misty: Cut my music!

It takes a few seconds, but Misty's music finally fades away and the lights return to their full glory. Misty looks past Odette, to Joanne Canelli who has pulled herself back to her feet and points to her.

Misty: Hey Drew, get that Jersey skank out of the ring. I need to have a little business chat with Miss Ryder.

Joanne glares at Misty, none too pleased at Misty barking her orders around.

Misty: You heard me Joanne. This doesn't concern you, so get the hell out of the ring, or I'll come down there and personally MAKE you leave that ring. It's your choice lady.

Odette takes a step back, letting the two have their stare down. Joanne stays right where she is at, refusing to give in to Misty's demands, and Misty rolls her eyes and lets out a deep sigh, before she starts heading to the ring.

Misty: Alright Miss Canelli. Have it your way, but don't say I didn't warn you. I must admit, I admire your courage, testing my patience like this.

Odette seems to be getting an odd sense of satisfaction from the clear tension shown between the former Bombshell Champion and the former Bombshell Roulette Champion. She stands in one of the corners, watching on with folded arms as Misty makes her way to the ring.

Misty: Miss Canelli...You have less than a minute to get out of the ring, because the second I step into that ring, all bets are off.

Joanne signals for Misty to bring all she's got, refusing to be intimidated by the Queen of the Damned. Misty is slowly walking up the steel steps, but Joanne doesn't back down. Behind her, Odette has quickly gotten her own microphone from Justin Decent. Misty steps through the ropes and drops her microphone down on the ground and is about to charge at Joanne, but Odette quickly intervenes in this escalating situation.

Odette: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Take a few steps back, your highness.

Odette emphasizes the last part of her sentence, as Misty stops in her tracks and turns her attention to Odette, who has now stepped in between her arch nemesis, and her now former opponent from this evening. Joanne is standing defensively, ready to fight, as Misty looks at her with a sick smile.

Odette: I don't know if you noticed, Misty, but you don't hold the Bombshell Championship anymore. That means, that your self-entitled reign over the rest of us is officially gone. Your time ordering all of us around is done and over, not that you ever really could anyway.

Misty laughs as she takes a few steps back, grabbing her microphone off the ground.

Misty: Champion or no, Miss Ryder, I can order any of you around as much as I like. I'm the only Bombshell on the roster that has been here since the very beginning, which means I have seniority over each and every one of you. Now, are you going to stand here and continue to defend the woman you who just defeated, or are you going to--

Odette: Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Blah! Nobody really cares what you have to say anymore, sweetie, especially me. I don't know what you want, but I really don't care. We're done here.

Odette goes to leave the ring, not wanting to waste anymore time arguing with Misty, but Misty grabs a hold of her arm and holds her back. Odette glares at her, and Misty gives her a warning look.

Misty: Oh no we're not, Miss Ryder. We have unfinished business, and you're going to listen.

Misty turns and glares at Joanne, and Drew Patton who is standing just feet away from her.

Misty: Drew, how about for once, you do your damn job! Get that trash out of this ring and walk your asses backstage. NOW!

Joanne has finally had enough of Misty's attitude, and she goes to attack the former Bombshell Champion, but Drew quickly stops her and orders her out of the ring. Joanne shakes her head refusing, but Drew stands his ground, escorting her out of the ring. Joanne glares at Misty, mouthing profanities at her, but Misty doesn't seem to care, as she quickly turns her attention back to Odette, who has now lost her patience and is showing no interest in what Misty has to say.

Misty: Great. Now that the trash has been taken out. Let's get down to business shall we?

Odette: There is NO business, Misty. Why can't you get it through your head?

Misty: Oh, but you're wrong, Miss Ryder. You see, you and I...We're not finished...Not yet. We never got the proper ending to the war between us, and now there are no distractions holding either of us back...Well, I think you know where I'm going with this.

Odette rolls her eyes.

Odette: Really, Misty? What wasn't a proper enough end for you? The first time I beat you or the second?

Misty laughs again, taking her turn in rolling her eyes.

Misty: How many times do I need to remind you that, of the past three times we have face each other in this ring, we've only once met one on one. That means you've only defeated me one on one a single...solitary time.

Odette: Like that really matters? Either way, I've embarrassed you more than once in this ring, so answer me this...How much longer are you going to continue allowing yourself to be embarrassed by me in this ring? How many, Misty?

Misty narrows her eyes at Odette. She is about to respond, but Odette cuts her off.

Odette: Better yet...ask YOURSELF how many times you can handle being defeated by me as you continue trying prove to yourself that you're better than me, when everybody here knows you're clearly not.

Misty: According to you, Miss Ryder, but the way I see it...We are currently at a tie, if you want to count all of the times we have faced each other.

Odette: Clearly you have forgotten to count as well, because if I remember correctly, I've still got you beat two times to your one.

Misty shakes her head.

Misty: I don't think so. You see, I don't count that time that I HANDED you and Jordan Williams the victory in the Blast From the Past Tournament. That, in my eyes, does not count as a victory for you, or a loss for me. So...we are tied one to one. Now, I have a solution to our little situation.

Odette lets out an annoyed sigh, choosing not to respond.

Misty: I tried to get you to go after the Bombshell Championship when I had it, but you stupidly decided against it as you instead decided to focus your attention on the likes of Amanda Cortez. Because of that, the bosses saw fit to give Roxi Johnson her shot against me. It still amazes me that you fought to a no-contest with Amanda Cortez, and somehow, Roxi managed to pull off the win against me...

Odette: Aww, it somebody a little jealous? Are you going to throw a temper tantrum like you did after Ben Jordan beat you?

The crowd cheers and laughs as they begin a chant of "YOU TAPPED OUT!", clearly annoying the Queen of the Damned.

Misty: None of that matters anymore, Miss Ryder, because quite honestly, I don't give a damn about my loss at the moment. All I care about right now, is finishing what I started, and whether you like it or not, you're going to give me one last match!

Odette closes one eye, pretending to think about the decision for a minute.

Odette: Hmmm...As tempting as the thought of kicking your arse one more time really is, I think I'm going to pass.

Misty: No, you're not.

Misty takes a step forward, getting right in Odette's face, trying to intimidate her.

Odette: Whoa! Somebody had onions for lunch!

Odette waves her hand in front of her face as the crowd laughs again, but this only fuels Misty's already annoyed mood. Her nostrils flare and she shakes her head, taking a step back.

Misty: Always trying to be the comedian, Odette, aren't you? But, nothing about this is funny! My patience is running very thin, Miss Ryder, and I'm not going to sit back any longer as you continue to avoid facing me one last time.

Odette: I'm not avoiding anything. If anything, I'm saving you the embarrassment, because we both know what would happen if I agreed...Which I'm NOT, so give it up already. Quit wasting my time, because I have better things to do.

Odette has finally had enough as she throws her microphone down and turns away from Misty, quickly stepping through the ropes and jumping down from the ring. Odette begins walking backstage, and before she disappears through the curtain, Misty calls out to her.

Misty: Hey, Odette..

Odette holds her hand up, waving Misty off, but Misty refuses to let her take another step forward.

Misty: I'd think again before you continue to avoid the inevitable, Miss Ryder. I'll give you the week to think about it, but if you continue to decline my challenge...Well, let's just say, I can start going after those most important to you. I already went after Melody Grace, so who do you think is the logical next one on the list.

Odette stops dead in her tracks. She slowly turns on her heels and glares down the ramp at Misty who is now smiling viciously at her, and Odette has a fiery look in her eyes.

Misty: One week, Odette...That is all you get...

Misty and Odette engage in a vicious stare down, all the while Misty keeping a determined smirk on her face.

The scene opens in the backstage area of the arena, just as Nick Jones goes stepping out from his locker room. A moment later, SCW Nurse Zoey Carpenter goes walking by and she looks at Nick, but before even saying anything tries to quickly peak around him back into his locker room. Nick gives a quick chuckle before speaking to her.

Nick: Don't sweat it, Diana isn't here right now.

Zoey looks rather relieved to hear that as she seems to become a bit less tense before speaking.

Zoey: Right, well... I'm sorry about before. I heard.

Nick: Heard what?

Zoey: You know, the fight between you and Diana from when we ran into each other.

Nick: You heard about that, huh? Who told you?

Zoey: No, you don't understand. Nobody told me and I didn't hear about it. I heard it.

Nick: Oh.

Nick then seems to think about that for a moment, and his eyes suddenly go wide as he comes to the realization of what she's saying.

Nick: OH! So what you're saying is...

Zoey: I'm saying I could actually hear to the two of you screaming at each other.

Nick: Oh jeez, it was that bad, huh?

Nick then suddenly starts to look embarrassed, especially as he seems to remember what exactly Diana had said about Zoey during their fight.

Nick: So wait, does that mean you heard what Diana said about... um...

Zoey: What she said about me?

Nick: Yeah, um... that.

Zoey doesn't say a word, instead she simply shrugs a little as she gently nods her head towards Nick.

Nick: Wow, I am SO sorry about that. It's just Diana sometimes she can be a bit, well... um... let's be honest, batshit crazy.

Zoey gives a slight laugh before responding.

Zoey: It's ok, you have nothing to apologize for. You didn't say or do anything wrong.

Nick: Yeah, but you still should have to put up with that and frankly I shouldn't have sat here silently and let Diana say all of that.

Zoey: I really do understand, don't worry. Besides, I can even somewhat understand Diana's position.

Nick: What? You're kidding, right? Not even I can understand the thoughts going through her head half the time, and we've been together for years now.

Zoey: Well it's obvious Diana is worrying about losing you, so she doesn't like the idea of you getting too comfortable with other women. She wants to make sure there isn't anything going on between us. Which, you know... there isn't.

Zoey gets quieter as she kind of drifts off into silence at the end of that last comment. Nick and Zoey both silently stare at each other for a moment, when suddenly Nick is the first to snap out of it, and looks rather awkward as he stares fidgeting around a little and scratching the back of his neck.

Nick: Yeah, so uh... listen. I've got to um... run. You know, the whole match thing I've got to get ready for tonight. So um... it was good seeing you and all. Keep up the good work.

Zoey seems unsure of what to say as Nick suddenly high fives her, causing Zoey to look in complete shock at Nick's reactions. Nick then quickly turns and moves off out of the shot, leaving Zoey behind rather perplexed watching Nick disappear down the hall as the scene cuts away.

Suddenly ???You're going down??? by Sick Puppies blares out over the crowd who rush to their feet as Vixen steps into the entrance way and walks purposely towards the ring. Dressed in a pair of dark ripped denim jeans that fit like a second skin and an NXT tee with dark army boots, Vixen gets to the ring and slides between the ropes and holds out a hand for a microphone. Brushing her hair out of her face reveals the line of neat black stitches.

Adams: My god, Vixen looks pretty good for a burn victim.

Simone: And those stitches are very noticeable. I wonder what she is doing out here.

Adams: Looks like we are about to find out.

Vixen: I???m out in this ring to talk about something that happened last week and something that a certain someone in the back needs to rectify.

Simone: That is right???last week, newcomer Parand Ara burned Vixen with her own hot beverage then to add insult to injury slammed her head into a mirror that gave her that cut over her eye.

Vixen: I don???t know what your thought processes were when you decided to take offense at an accident. But let me tell you right now what my thought processes are as a result of that and this???

Vixen points to the stitches on her forehead.

Vixen: Parand, you decided to put your hands on me and injure me. This is just a little scratch and it isn???t going to stop me. And trust me when I say that nothing is going to stand in my way when I get you into this ring. So that is why I am out here. I am calling you out and I expect you, being the woman that you claim to be won???t sit in the back and hide. You wanted to start something Parand, well consider it the first shot in a war. The soldier in me took it as such and the warrior in me will finish the fight???no mercy and no surrender.

Simone: Vixen has just declared war on Parand for what happened last week.

Adams: International catfight???gotta love it.

Simone: Down boy.

Vixen hands the microphone back to the ring side technician and climbs the turnbuckle to salute to the cheering fans. Suddenly the chants are silenced by the start of ???Arabic Dancer??? over the speakers. Vixen looks towards the entrance to see the Syrian Bombshell standing there then drops to the mat, motioning for her to come down to the ring.

Parand just stands there silent for a moment then shakes her head slowly before backing herself behind the curtain. Vixen drops and rolls out of the ring, charging up the ramp after Parand and breezes through the curtain followed by a cameraman. Getting backstage, Parand is nowhere to be seen. Vixen angrily slams her fist into her hand and stomps off.

Simone: Parand is playing mind games with Vixen which isn???t going to be a smart thing if you ask me.

Adams: I don???t know, did you see how mad Vixen got?

Simone: Exactly and would you want someone like her mad at you?

Adams: Only if she is wearing lingerie and we are in a pillow fight.

Simone: There is no hope for you, you know that right?

The opening chords to Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.

"Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover

I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere"

Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.

"All is lost again
But I'm not giving in

I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away"

Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder. Casey then motions for a microphone.

Casey: ???Hey Mark, don???t think for a second that I am afraid of you. Come on now, I am a fucking giant, for crying out loud. Yeah, you have done some crazy shit against Kain in that match in London, but that will pale in comparison to what I am going to do to you tonight, mark my words. I am going to destroy the man who thinks he is Hot Stuff, when in fact he is nothing more than a pathetic excuse of a man. You only think you are better than me, but in reality, you are not, regardless of what happens tonight. I know I am the better man, and that is because I am that damn good.???

The crowd boos Casey even louder as he drops the mic and walks to the back and ???I Will Not Bow??? hits the speakers.

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we can hear the sounds of Heavy Metal erupting from the NXT locker room, the song in particular is ???Deceiver of the Gods??? by Amon Amarth and we can see the recently returned Ms. Rocky Mountains standing by the door unsure of how to proceed.

Simone: If Jessie isn???t in there with her brother and her boyfriend I???ll eat my laptop.

Adams: And I???ll tape it for Jackass!

Eventually Ms. Rocky Mountains opens the locker room door and we see SCW???s resident metalheads headbanging, that???s not surprising but what is surprising is the fact that the locker room???s still in one piece.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Guys, can you turn it down?

They apparently can???t hear her and just continue headbanging.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: (sighs) I???m going to have to say it, aren???t I?

Rocky says before grabbing a discarded mic.


This causes the metalheads to pause the music but earns Rocky some death glares.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Relax guys, I was kidding! Anyway, Jessie can I ask you some questions?

Jessie: Sure.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Okay, Jessie on this day one year ago you made your SCW debut and since then you???ve improved a lot like you said last week, any thoughts on that?

Jessie: It???s pretty funny looking back on it actually, at the time I was just a green as all hell twenty-two year old Metalhead who signed up for SCW thinking that I wouldn???t do much since other feds would just feed me to more experienced girls to make them look good, instead I ended up joining the best faction in wrestling and now all those feds have been trying to get me back!

Jake: Thankfully Jessie has the sense to decline those offers, those feds may be where she got her start but she was barely making enough money to pay for hotel rooms and the top talent weren???t much better off either.

Shane: Besides the girls here in Sin City are a lot hotter.

Jessie gives Shane a mock glare and Shane just laughs before Jessie turns her attention back to Rocky.

Jessie: Anything else?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Yes, last week you defeated Parand Ara in her debut match and later on that night she brutally attacked your stablemate and friend Vixen???..

Jessie???s friendly demeanor quickly disappears.

Jessie: You want my thoughts don???t you?

Rocky nods and Jessie snatches the mic from her, the camera turns to her and the metalhead beauty frowns.

Jessie: First I want to address a comment that Parand made in her promo about me hanging out with Shane and Jake in a hotel room, first off Jake is my step-brother and he travels with me alongside my sister to make sure I stay on the straight and narrow, second Shane is my *bleeping* boyfriend so yeah I???ve just provided two justifications for your reason for calling me a tart! And as for that ???true woman??? bull*bleep*???..go fuck yourself Ara!

Simone: I don???t think the censors where expecting that!

Adams: Why not? She swears like a sailor!

Jessie: I???m more of a true woman than a bitch like you will ever be! Not only do I not beat the shit out of someone for spilling coffee on their fucking outfit! Parand I???m going to make this very clear to you, I want a rematch!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Wait, are you cashing in on your Dream Match for a rematch with Parand?

Jessie: No, I???m saving that for someone else! Someone I have more history with! Parand, I don???t care if we fight next week or at Summer XXXTreme II because I???m going to make you pay for what you did to Vixen you cu???..

Shane: Okay, how about we end this promo before Jessie gets Climax Control Cancelled?

Jake: Agreed!

Shane quickly covers his girlfriend???s mouth and Rocky and the others leave.

Simone: You heard it right here folks! Jessie wants a rematch with Parand for what she did to Vixen!

Adams: I don???t think she???s been that angry since her feud with Amanda!

Coming up on August 18, 2013!...

The Superstars and Bombshells of Sin City Wrestling will once again board the luxury cruise liner the Royal Monarch for...


After a brief interlude, Justin Decent steps back into the ring with the house microphone as head referee Jasmine St. John awaits.

Justin: The following contest, scheduled for one fall to a finish, is the special 'I Want To Fight the Boss' challenge match!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Introducing first! From Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing 370 pounds, he is the Freight Train of Pain ... Casey Williams!

The opening chords to Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.

"Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover

I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere"

Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.

"All is lost again
But I'm not giving in

I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away"

Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder.

Adams: Does Casey Williams know what he's doing? Challenging the boss man like this? I mean, after everything that we just went through with the whole Team SCW, Team Erik thing?

Simone: He knows exactly what he's doing, Jason. Just because he's big, doesn't mean he's stupid. Casey is a former champion many times over but nothing would cement his career in stone the way a victory over Mark Ward would, and he has that chance right here tonight.

Justin: His opponent hails from London, England, weighing 240 pounds, he is once again one of the co-owners of Sin City Wrestling ... 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 pyro???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.

Adams: Casey is bigger and stronger than Mark, but Hot Stuff doesn't look too impressed by what he's seeing.

Simone: That's Mark Ward for you. He's fought the biggest and the baddest in his decade plus long career. He lets nothing bother or intimidate him inside of the ring.

Jasmine finishes checking Casey Williams and then goes over to Mark and repeats the pre-match ritual. Once satisfied, she steps back and calls for the bell.


The crowd stomps and claps and many fans react positively towards the controversial SCW Co-Owner, hated as he might be, with chants of...

"Hot Stuff!"
"Hot Stuff!"
"Hot Stuff!"

And Mark holds a hand out, beckoning them to chant louder as Casey looks bored. The two men circle the six-sided ring as Casey sneers at Mark who is soaking up the attention. They halt in the center of the ring and then lunge forward, locking up collar and elbow style. This lasts only a brief moment before Casey heaves Mark off, throwing him down to the mat!

Simone: Skilled though Mark Ward is, he can't expect to be able to match Casey Williams in the strength department.

Mark stands up, holding his head and shaking the cobwebs loose. He comes out of the corner and the two circle once again. They go to lock up when Mark ducks behind the larger man and grabs him in a rear waist lock. Mark struggles to keep hold of him but Casey simply drives his backside into Mark's front, knocking him loose and back several steps. Casey then repeats Mark's own tactic and he grabs Ward in a rear waist lock and scoops him off of the mat and simply throws him down to the canvas.

Adams: Casey is really dominating this early going and showing off his power.

Before Mark can get up, Casey drops down to his knees and grabs Mark back in the rear waist lock -- but then Mark quickly rolls through and it's Casey who ends up face down on the mat as Mark cranks his arm right up his back with a hammerlock.

Simone: That is the smartest thing Mark can do at this point. Keep the bigger man down and break his body down, bit by bit.

Casey tries to reach back with his free arm to grab Mark, but the veteran has his body positioned just out of reach. Casey then rolls over and sits up before slowly he forces his way back to his feet.

Adams: You know, everyone says the best way to beat a bigger opponent is to get them on the mat. They never say anything about keeping them there, though.

Casey tries reaching back again but Mark is just out of reach, so Casey responds by swinging his elbow back and he catches Mark flush in the face, knocking him off of him. Casey then turns around and lands an open handed chop across the boss's chest, the slap sounding like an explosion in this building! Mark staggers back and his face grimaces in pain as he clutches his sternum. Casey then grabs him by the hair and throws him out over the top rope, but Mark uses his agility to land on the ring apron and not the floor ten feet below. Casey frowns and charges at him but Mark ducks and drives a shoulder into the oncoming gut of the 'Freight Train of Pain", doubling him over. Mark then leaps over the top rope, back into the ring. He starts throwing stiff forearms into Casey's head, but the giant shrugs the blows off and he responds, throwing a hammering blow into Mark's head. Casey then grabs him and head butts him right between the eyes, knocking Mark back into the ropes.

Simone: I don't know what Mark is thinking, trying to trade blows with Casey Williams. It's almost as if his ego refuses to acknowledge that the man is larger than he is.

Adams: Most men have that problem 'comparing'.

Casey grabs him by the arm and sends him into the ropes with an Irish whip and on the rebound, Mark ducks under a wild swing by Casey. Mark hits the ropes and comes off with a dropkick, knocking the 300 plus pounder against the far side ropes, shaken. Mark then gets a full head of steam and charges, clotheslining Casey with everything he has and Williams tumbles out over the top rope and he lands heavily onto the floor!

Simone: Jesus Christ! That's the first times I have ever seen someone knock Casey Williams out of the ring like that

Adams: He's not called 'Hot Stuff' for what he's packing in his jock .... I think. Is he?

Simone: How the hell would I know!?

Casey is back to a vertical base, and he looks up as Mark uses the top rope to catapult over and onto him, knocking them both to the floor. Mark quickly gets up and rolls back inside of the ring as Casey kicks over several chairs in his own attempt to rise while Jasmine begins her count, as Mark tauntingly counts along...


And Casey makes it back into the ring, rolling beneath the bottom rope. Casey gets to his feet and Mark rushes right over to him and starts delivering the blows to his huge body; first kicking at him and then throwing overhead shots. Casey shoves Mark back. Mark runs into the ropes and comes right back on the attack, but runs right into a big boot to the face that floors him.

Simone: Mark didn't see that one coming.

Adams: How do you not see a size 500 shoe flying toward your face?

Casey peels the limp form of Mark Ward up off of the canvas. He scoops him high up into the air and drives him down with a body slam that shakes the ring. Mark's back arches up in pain and Casey comes off of the ropes and drops a guillotine leg drop across Mark's face and neck. Casey then rolls atop of Mark and hooks the leg in a cover.

Mark kicks out!

Casey glares at Jasmine but does not relent on his assault on his opponent, grabbing him with one large hand around the throat and chokes him! Mark's legs start kicking as he gasps for air and Jasmine orders him to break the choke until she starts her count.


Casey breaks just long enough to stop the count, then he grabs him by the throat again. Casey drags him up roughly to his feet and short-arm clotheslines him. Mark lays on the mat, gasping for air and holding his neck as Casey stands over him, posturing to the booing crowd.

Simone: Casey needs to forget about the fans and continue the attack! He's not in there with some scrub!

Casey then reaches down and pulls Mark up by the arm and then pulls him into a bear hug and belly-to-belly suplexes him to the mat. Casey covers him a second time and hooks the leg again.

Mark kicks out again!

Adams: Mark sure is resilient.

Simone: That he is. Most men would have been down for the count after all this.

Casey stands up and stands over the referee, towering over Jasmine and demanding a faster count but she holds up two fingers only.

Adams: Yeah if Casey is looking to intimidate a referee, he'd be better off with Drew because the scare tactics don't work on that lady.

Casey turns back around and goes back to Mark. He pulls HS up to his feet and whips him hard into the corner, following in with a crushing Avalanche splash. Mark stumbles forward and then slowly sinks to his knees, hurting. Casey then presses a boot into his throat, choking him again.


Casey breaks and then slices a thumb across his throat, signaling the end. Casey pulls Mark up and scoops him up onto his shoulders in a Human Torture Rack, but before he can get the hold fully locked in, Mark wriggles free and drops to his feet behind the big man. Casey turns around and HS 'Stooge Pokes' him in the eyes.

Adams: well that's one way to neutralize the size!

Mark then kicks him in the stomach, doubling him over, and slaps on a DDT!

Simone: God he just planted Casey's skull into the mat!

But Mark is unable to follow up right away, his body still racked with pain from Casey's assault. Slowly HS rolls over and he manages to crawl atop of the big man in a cover.

Casey gets the shoulder up.

Adams: Almost!

Mark looks pleadingly toward Jasmine but she is unmoved and tells him that it was just a two count. Mark uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet as Casey struggles to regain his own footing. Casey then goes to take a swing but Mark blocks it and punches him in the head with his own right hand. Casey swings again but again it gets blocked and answered with a stinging right by Hot Stuff. Mark grabs his arm and goes for an Irish whip into the far corner but Casey reverses it and sends Mark in instead. Casey gets a running start and goes for a big boot, but Mark ducks and rolls -- and Casey hangs his own leg over the top rope! Mark rolls beneath the bottom rope and grabs the limb and drops down, catching Williams in a Dragon Screw!

Simone: Casey is definitely in trouble now!

Casey bellows in pain and stumbles back, pulling his leg free and he stumbles awkwardly in the ring. Mark then climbs up to the top of the corner and jumps off, nailing a Fame Asser right from the top rope! Casey is planted face-first into the mat!

Adams: He has him! That has to be it!

Mark rolls him over and hooks the leg!

3 - No!
Casey gets the shoulder up!

Adams: DAAAMN!!

Mark looks absolutely stunned with eyes wide at Casey's resiliency! He shakes it off and stands up, moving behind Casey and stalking him.

Simone: Oh I think we all know what's coming!

Casey rolls over to his hands and knees and slowly pushes his way back up, regaining a vertical base. Casey then turns around and Mark goes for the Red Hot -- but Casey catches his leg and clotheslines him!

Adams: He countered the Red Hot! I don't believe it!

Casey quickly grabs Mark and sets him into position for a power bomb. Casey hauls him up high into the air -- but Mark counters and slips over his shoulders in a sunset flip! Mark rolls completely through and folds Casey in half in a jackknife cover as Casey struggles wildly!


Simone: He did it! Mark's experience pays off and he surprised Casey Williams with that roll up and the pin!

Casey looks surprised with eyes wide and holds held out as Jasmine raises Mark's arm high in the air.

Justin: Here is your winner ... Hot Stuff Mark Ward!

Casey rolls from the ring, slamming his meaty fists into the ring apron as Hot Stuff celebrates his win on the inside.

The screen suddenly lights up, and in the middle, a blurred line of words is seen. A low evil laughing is heard as the words come more and more into focus, and Hot Stuff and everyone in attendance pay close attention to the message on the screen. Hot Stuff appears rather annoyed and irritated as he tries getting a clear view of the message before them. Finally, after about a minute or so, the message becomes clear, as mysterious as it may be.

"Have you forgotten about me? Because I haven't forgotten about you!"

Hot Stuff stares at the words on the screen, scratching his head in bewilderment. He turns around and looks at Jasmine and Justin, and they all shake their heads, equally confused. Just then, the words disappear, and a newer, clearer message appears, eliciting a loud reaction from the crowd. Hot Stuff turns and reads it, immediately getting furious.


Adams: Whoa... What the hell is that all about!?

Simone: It looks like Hot Stuff has a secret challenge on his hands!

The scene cuts backstage, where Goth stands, minding his own business. From a distance, something catches his eye. He looks down the hall, following the figure who walks up to him, smirking. It's Nathaniel Havok. Needless to say, the two have a history. Nathaniel smirks at Goth, as Goth has an unreadable look on his face.

Nathaniel Havok: Good to see you, old friend.

There's an awkward silence between the two, which is broken up by Nathaniel Havok. He chuckles, backing away from Goth, who still stands expressionless.

Nathaniel Havok: See you later, Goth.

Havok smirks, shakes his head, and walks off. Goth still stands emotionless, as the cameras cut to ringside.

Frustrated backstage, Vixen stomps toward the catering area, grabbing a glass of water and turning to head back to the locker room. As she turns, she runs into Ms Rocky Mountains who had just gotten herself a cup of coffee. The collision has her spilling coffee all over Vixen.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I am sooo sorry about that Vixen.

Vixen looks down at the dripping hot beverage as it stains her tee. Taking a slow deep breath Vixen looks up to find Ms Mountains with clothes in her hand reaching to wipe off the coffee. Shaking her head, Vixen starts to laugh.

Vixen: It is all good. No harm no foul.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But I spilled the coffee on you like what happened..

Vixen stops her.

Vixen: I am not going to call for a coffee jihad Rocky. I am going to do what is right and let it go, it was an accident.

With one final shrug of her shoulders, Vixen again turns only to spill water on Parand Ara who had walked up behind her. Vixen tenses as Parand looks down then back at Vixen. With a violent Arabic oath, Parand charges at Vixen as both bombshells fall to the ground trading punches and screams. Referees, Spike and staff rush up to pull the two apart as the camera view goes back to ringside

Next week on Climax Control...

The Dream Matches of Team SCW begins!

The scene opens up in the parking lot where we see a fancy looking car pulling up, the windows are down and the song ???I Want It All??? by Queen, better known as ???Prime Time??? Matthew Kennedy???s theme music, is blaring from the CD player.

Simone: Well, well, look who it is!

Adams: We haven???t seen Matthew, Marty or their bodyguards since Into the Void II!

Matthew is the first to get out of the car followed by Marty and the Skar Bros., they enter Bally's Grand Ballroom in that order and as soon as they enter the arena Ms. Rocky Mountains walks up to them.

MK: Ah, Ms. Rocky Mountains, the fact that you where rehired further reinforces the fact that Mark and Christian aren???t fit to run this company!

Matthew greets her causing a huge amount of boos from the crowd, Ms. Rocky Mountains glares at Matthew for his comment before shaking her head.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Matthew, why are you even here? You were the most vocal Team Erik member when it came to trying to recruit people, why would Mark and Christian hire you back?

Marty: Look toots, Matthew may not have giant knockers and he may not have conducted his job interview on his knees like you did but what he did do was prove his value to SCW!

That comment quickly earns to things, boos from the crowd and a slap from Rocky but Matthew gets in between them in order to prevent further incident.

MK: Sorry about my manager but what he meant to say was that I was too valuable to Mark and Christian to fire, now if you excuse us!

Matthew leads his allies into the arena as the scene fades.

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall??? Introducing first, hailing from the Far Reaches of Sanity, standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing in at 165 pounds, he is??? 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.

Justin Decent: And his opponent??? coming to us from Atlanta, Georgia??? Standing at 6 feet 5 inches and weighing in at 250 pounds, he is??? JORDAN WILLIAMS!!!

The camera pans around the crowd 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.


Jordan stares intensely at Frost, spouting off a few bits of trash talk. Frost returns nothing as they come to the center of the ring. Referee Drew Patton stands between them and then gives the official start. Both men step back a bit, sizing each other up as they circle one another. Jordan goes for a quick lunge, but stops short as Frost prepares for it. Jordan takes a few steps backward as they continue to circle one another.

Adams: For as much hype and build up coming from Jordan, these guys sure are making this a slow start.

Simone: Both men want to take this win. Jordan and Frost are both known for their ability to conserve energy for the proper moment.

With the constant circling, Frost is caught off guard for the slightest of moments when Jordan is suddenly behind him. He goes to swing backward, but Jordan carries him back with a float over suplex, landing him hard against the mat. He bounces off of the ropes and then comes crashing down with a legdrop to the chest of Frost. He lifts his stunned opponent, and then whips him across the ring. As he rebounds, Jordan goes for a back body drop, but Frost comes across hard with a kick to his chin. As he stumbles back, Lucian lunges forward for a clothesline that levels Jordan. The crowd cheers for the rambunctious Frost , who is leaping up in a quick display of celebration.

Simone: It is unlike Frost to celebrate, but when you are getting over on the last Heavyweight Champion, it???s hard not to.

Adams: But there is a reason Frost isn???t one to do such a thing when???

The crowd cheers louder and louder until Frost turns into a hard Spinning Heel Kick that nearly knocks the taste out of his mouth. He holds onto his mask as he spins around in a full circle. As he comes back, Jordan hits a hard European Uppercut to Frost, and then moves behind him and plants him hard against the mat with a nearly perfect German Suplex that he hooks on for a pin.

Simone: We could be in for an early victory here from Jordan.




Barely at the two count, Frost slips his shoulder off of the mat. As he rolls off and Jordan gets up, Frost darts forward with a barrage of heavy punches and kicks on the much larger Williams. He uses this surprise attack to his advantage as he backs him into a corner. He hits a hard knee to the gut, and then sizes Jordan up for a knife???s edge chop to his chest. The crowd echoes a resounding ???oooh!??? before Frost hits another. He looks around in satisfaction, nodding his head to the audience and their support.

Adams: This guy sure knows how to deliver a chop. You could probably hear those outside of the building tonight!

Simone: I agree with you there, Jason. Frost is showing a bit of versatility against the former champion

Adams: He needs to stay on top of his game though, because???

With that distraction, Jordan slips from out of the corner, holding onto his chest for a moment. He stands directly behind Frost before he even realizes that J-Will had escaped the corner. The crowd looks stunned as Jordan wraps his arm around Frost???s throat and twists over with a spinning neckbreaker. It isn???t long before Jordan drops an elbow down onto Frost???s check, standing up and repeating the process quickly two more times. He drapes over Frost who is staring up at the ceiling almost seeming a bit confused as his brain is shaken. He is then dragged to his feet by the cocky former champion and thrown over to the corner with precision. Jordan looks around for a moment and then crashes into Frost with what is supposed to be a flying body splash, but Frost drops down quickly, causing Jordan to collide with the top turnbuckle. He wastes no time this time around as he rolls Jordan up into a schoolboy pin.



Simone: Excellent form, but the execution was just a bit premature, not even getting a two count for Frost there..

Adams: There is definitely no lack of guts or determination from Frost. You have to give him that at least.

Before the second count, Jordan kicks out. Jordan slides out of the pin position and kicks Frost in the gut. He grips onto his arms and lifts him up, shoving his head between his legs. He looks around quickly and then lifts Frost up into a powerbomb position. Frost flails to try getting free, even trying for a punch to Jordan???s face. It is all for nothing as Jordan sends him down to the mat in a maneuver that shakes the entire ring, and the building as the cheers are nearly deafening. Jordan drops down for a pin.




Frost gets his shoulders up just in the nick of time. The crowd cheers, however, only since the match is continuing. Frost goes into the lion???s den as he places his own head between Jordan???s legs again, only to flip upward, taking Jordan over with a surprise Hurricanrana! Frost slaps his leg in just a bit of frustration before getting back up to his feet. He picks Jordan up off of the mat and then flings him into the ropes. As he rebounds, Frost goes for a back body drop, but Jordan lunges forward with a Flying Lariat that causes the young Frost to stumble backward. Jordan bounces off of the ropes and comes forward, but Frost finally gets that back body drop he was seeking moments ago. Jordan flops against the mat and rolls around holding his back. Frost darts over to the nearest corner and quickly climbs to the top. Frost looks around at the audience, watching as they are getting pumped up. As he turns around, Jordan has made it to his feet. He clubs Frost, causing him to fall split down the middle.

Adams: This is one helluva match with unending twists and turns.

Simone: Crowd support is important, but in moderation. Frost needs to get his head in the game here or else he won???t stand a chance against a seasoned veteran such as Jordan Williams.

Jordan hooks the arm of Frost and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Frost fights back with a jab to Jordan???s face. He fires back, and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. The two men balance there, fighting back and forth with punches, until Jordan gets the upper hand. He hooks his arm around Frost???s neck and then sets him up for a Superplex. Frost hooks his leg around Jordan???s, nearly tripping the two up. He shoves Jordan off, but Jordan still has hold of Frost???s arm, and he swings him over in a mid-air armdrag that sends the crowd into a frenzy. Both men lie out on the ground for a moment, rolling around in their own forms of pain. The audience pulls behind Frost, trying to coax him up to his feet. They slowly work their way there, Frost getting there first. They exchange a few weary punches, both men a tad bit groggy. Frost gets the upper hand, sending a hard right, following it up with a swift left.

Simone: Frost, Frost, Frost??? The chants are fueling that drive to win, causing it to kick in and take control.

Adams: And every fist he delivers to Jordan???s face as well.

Frost grabs onto Jordan to send him into the ropes, but Jordan falls to one knee. As he does, he tugs Frost forward with a shoulderbutt. Jordan stands up and then drags Frost forward into another. This time, Frost follows it up with an offensive maneuver of his own, hitting an Axe Handle Smash across Jordan???s back. He pulls him forward with a Belly-to-Back Suplex. He stands up, taking a deep breath as he stumbles back a few paces, leaning onto the turnbuckle to catch his breath. He shakes it off quickly and then darts forward, looking for an Elbow Smash, but Jordan quickly moves out of the way. Frost holds onto his elbow as he rolls back up to his feet.

Simone: Oh, that one looked like it hurt. Jordan is very good at playing opossum.

Adams:It looks like these two are about to engage in a serious staredown. They both know that the end is near, and they are ready to fight for that victory.

Jordan drives an elbow right into Frost???s face, knocking him back a few steps. He repeats this as the fans begin to boo. Jordan grabs onto Frost???s head and then sets him up for the ATL Crusher finisher, but Frost wrestles his way out of it and boots Jordan in the gut. He tries to set him up for the Ice Breaker, but Jordan dodges and then punches him in the ribs.

Belinda Both men are struggling to get the upper hand here, and both men are getting tired.

Adams: They???ve got their pride on the line and neither one wants to lose this one.

Jordan breaks free but Frost is right there with a clothesline. Jordan falls down to the mat hard. Frost climbs the turnbuckle and tries for his finisher, the Frozen Breeze, but Jordan waits for the right opportunity and rolls out of the way at the last possible second. He waits to the side as Frost struggles on the mat to finally get up.. Jordan quickly sets Frost up for the P.S. Sting, practically taking of Frost???s head.. The crowd cheers as Jordan leans down for the cover.





Justin Decent: Your winner via pinfall??? JORDAN WILLIAMS!!!

Adams: There you have it, folks. The man who was considering retiring has just pulled off a huge win tonight.

Simone: And it was a well earned victory. Such a close contest.

???Subconscious??? begins playing as Jordan raises his arms up in victory. He nudges Frost with his foot a few times, finding him out cold. He smiles as he exits the ring.

Goth can be seen walking backstage angered, looking for someone as he bumps into Mark Ward

HS: Goth??

Goth: You want to know something Mark? I want Kain to be stripped of his title and you know what??

HS: What??

Goth: We had a no contact ruling until we had our match that I wanted. For the title of that I am the only King of Kings. Where the loser needs to bow down to me, because that will happen. Kain will bow down to me. So I am going to tell you, I want a chance to break down Kain before we have our match

HS: You need to face the tag champions Goth, I...

Goth: Oh no Mark, you are not listening. I want Kain, no matter how and no matter what kind of match. In the end I am going to do what he did to me, I am going to end his career...and then?? I am going to take away his false use of my title as King of Kings... So I just hope you have Kain's insurance ready... Because his wife is going to get a big fat paycheck.

With that Goth walks off, still pissed off as Mark can be seen smiling

Misty is making her way to her disciples backstage, after issuing her challenge to Odette Ryder. She still has a wicked grin on her face as she walks down the hall when she is stopped by the beautiful blonde reporter, Pussy Willow. Misty rolls her eyes.

Misty: Oh joy...Look who is back.

PW: Thank you for such a...warm welcome back, Misty. I have to say I missed you're bright smile the most.

Pussy Willow lets out a sarcastic laugh and Misty gives her an annoyed expression as she folds her arms across her chest.

Misty: Sarcasm noted, Miss Willow. Now, how can I help you?

PW: I was hoping I could get a few words with you on that challenge you just issued to Odette Ryder.

Misty: I think I made myself plenty clear out in the ring, don't you? What is so hard to understand about me issuing a challenge to Odette?

PW: Well, for starters, why Odette? You still have a rematch clause for the Bombshell Title you can cash in whenever you like, so why go after Odette again? Don't you want the Bombshell Title back?

Misty laughs and takes in a deep breath.

Misty: Typical reporter asking more than one question at a time. Let's answer these one at a time shall we. Why Odette? Miss Willow, why not? If Odette hadn't decided her pointless short lived feud with Amanda Cortez was more important than putting an end to our war, Roxi Johnson never would have gotten that shot against me. Odette most certainly would have. So, really, Roxi is carrying around my title right now because Odette refused to face me.

PW: You can't be serious?

Misty: Oh I am most certainly serious. Odette wants to waste her time on opponents who are, quite honestly, beneath her...Beneath the BOTH of us...I've got to open that girls eyes up again, honestly. Our war was never truly ended, Miss Willow. It was just temporarily put on hold, because of HER, and it is high time we finish where we left off. The title is no longer in the picture. Odette doesn't want the title in the picture, so I am doing HER a favor by putting off my rematch clause for a little while. I'll sit back and watch the cryptic little messages her stalker is sending her with a joyful smile on her face, because when it comes down to it, she won't be champion for very long.

PW: Some people are saying you are her stalker.

Misty lets out a laugh and shakes her head.

Misty: Please, that is ridiculous. If I wanted to go after Roxi, I wouldn't resort to stalking her. I have no problem with telling her straight to her face that I want my title back. So no, I am no the stalker.

PW: Do you know who is?

Misty shakes her head again.

Misty: Not a clue, but I have a feeling that whoever it is, is out for more than just that title and to that person I say, have at it. This mystery person has my permission to take that title from her and to do as much damage as they possibly can in the process, but this is also a way or another...I WILL get my title back. People think I made the Bombshell Division boring as the Bombshell Champion? Well now is the time to show them how wrong they are. I don't have the title, so we'll see just how exciting this division gets now. And if you couldn't tell, Miss Willow, I don't think it will get very exciting. It'll disintegrate right before my eyes, so I'll give everyone what they seem to want and let it happen. None of the other Bombshells wants to do any work around here? That's fine and dandy by me. I'll take care of my business with Odette Ryder and let everything else happen. Mark my words, Miss Willow...the Bombshell Division will fail without me as the Bombshell Champion.

PW: That seems very self-centered of you to say...

Misty: Self-centered? No, it is not. It's the truth. I bust my ass week in and week out and I was the champion for a reason. Have you ever interview Roxi Johnson on one of the shows since she has been here?

Pussy Willow thinks for a second, but Misty quickly answers for her.

Misty: I didn't think so. Just because she is carrying around the title does NOT make her a true champion in my eyes. She needs to prove it, but if she doesn't want to? Fine by me...I'll watch the division I made flounder until it needs me to save it once again. It's happened'll happen again. I'll show everyone just how boring I can be, if that is what they want to continue to call me. Now, get the hell out of my way. I'm done here.

Misty quickly shoves her way past Pussy Willow, heading down the hall. Pussy Willow stands there for a moment, shaking her head, before she walks off down the opposite direction in search of her next potential interview.

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

Erik: I know, I know??? I am just as thrilled about looking at your ugly faces here tonight. The one bright side is that I still have a job, and I am still more important than any of you cogs???

The audience jeers at Erik, causing his smile to widen that much more. He chuckles into the microphone as he turns around in a circle to get a full view of the audience.

Erik: No matter the circumstances, and holding all personal feelings aside, I have been given the task of coming out here to make an announcement. Mind you, I???m out here so the hard working bosses can hold meetings regarding who will wipe their asses, and who will hold their balls, and what title shots they will give for doing so???


Erik: Hardly??? Besides, it is fitting that I am bestowed the honor of announcing this, since it was my brain child. The men are going to love me, and the ladies will likely hate me??? Are you ready for this?

Erik pauses for a moment, looking over his clipboard before returning it to the turnbuckle. A devious smile crosses his face as he looks out at the audience.

Erik: In two weeks, Sin City Wrestling will be returning to Las Vegas for a one night only show, titled ???Climax Control Presents: Sunday Night Seduction??? coming at you live from Club RAIN. This will be a ladies only show??? quite literally. No male staff or talent will be allowed on the premises, and staff will be replaced by some special female guests!

The fans surprisingly cheer at the idea. Erik nods his head, his devious smirk still intact. He turns around to face the majority of the audience with his back to the ramp as he brings the microphone back to his lips.

Erik: And the proceeds of the show will go to the Breast Cancer Research Fund! So, yeah, this is something to be very excited about, isn???t it? Well, guys???? I haven???t even gotten to the best part. Every match on the card will be contested under a special set of rules. This is the one and only time the fans could see our women fighting in a mud pit, or ripping each other???s clothes off in a Bra and Panties style match! We could see Paddle on a Pole, or a Loaded Pillow Fight! And let???s not forget, a fantasy costume match? The possibilities are endless, folks!

As predicted, the men in the audience cheer loudly as the women seem to jeer and boo Erik???s announcement. Erik accepts it all in stride as he turns to his side.

Erik: Tune in next week for special match and guest announcements!

Adams: This would be a dream come true if I wasn???t being replaced. Guess I will have to tune in online like every other guy!

Simone: And I will be forced to watch women pull hair and rip clothes off all night??? Joy???

Adams: You say that like it???s a bad thing!!!

With that, ???Where Eagles Dare??? begins playing as Erik picks up his clipboard, tucking it under his arm. He drops the microphone with pride as he takes one last look at the audience. He slowly exits the ring, soaking in the boos and cheers as he walks up the entryway.

Climax Control was returning from a commercial break to a jam packed building. Fans were waiting to witness some more great wrestling when all of the sudden the lights dimmed down only to be replaced with strobe lights that began to flash white, black, and silver colors. Just then the opening guitar riffs to "This Is My Life" by Downstait began to play over the building's speaker system. As one could expect there was a lot of confusion going on with the crowd as this was all unfamiliar with them.

Simone: What on earth is going on here?

Adams: I'm just as confused as you right now.

Simone: I think everyone is confused right about now.

Seconds later up on the entrance a familiar superstar of the independent circuit was shown walking out through that curtain. The superstar happened to be none other than DAMIEN KINGSTON and it caused the crowd to go insane. Kingston glared out over the sea of fans as he walked right on out and dropped down to his knees there on the entrance way.

Adams: I can't believe my eyes right now. Damien Kingston is in SCW!

Simone: How on earth did Hot Stuff manage to pick up this guy? Last I heard he was over in No Limits Wrestling Federation dominating the competition.

Adams: He was, but if you paid attention. You'd know that NLWF went down last month. Kingston had been teasing on twitter for the last few days that he had signed a contract with someone. I'm just surprised it's here. He's such a big name and he's kind of a name in Hollywood now. Have you seen the new Silver Surfer Origins film that just came out starring Kingston?

SIMONE: I can't say that I have, but I'm going to. None the less this is huge. This is real huge for SCW.

Up on the stage Kingston just sat there on his knees looking around at the fans that were cheering him with everything they had. He did nothing more than simply ignore them as he got up to his feet and started to march down to the ring with a purpose. It wasn't long till he was at ringside as he pulled himself up onto the apron and then got into the ring through the second rope.

Kingston walked across the ring and called for a microphone as one was handed to him. Once it was in his hand and he made his way back to the center of the ring. His music cut off giving him the floor so to speak. Although it was kind of hard to do with the fans being so loud with their cheers. None the less Kingston went for it as there was clearly something he wanted to say and nothing was going to stop him.

Damien Kingston: This right here. This right is here. This is right here is a big ovation... from people that didn't give a damn about me before.

Instantly the crowd was stunned and shocked by his comments. None of them really knowing how to take them at first. Kingston just glared out at all of them because he was on the verge of letting them have it like no one has before.

Damien Kingston: Oh what? Did you think just because I walked onto someone else's television show in a different company that I was going to change who I was? That my outlook was going to change? That suddenly my attitude was going to vanish? If that's what you people thought then you are stupider than you look.

Now he was starting to generate some heat. Fans never took a liking to being insulted and sure enough that's what he was doing. Boos started to be heard as Kingston simply shook his head a little not the least bit surprised by the reaction.

Damien Kingston: For those that don't know me though. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Damien Kingston. I'm the man of liberty. Might want to be something that you jot down and something that you remember. Because from this day forward I'm going to make headlines. From this day forward I am going to be talked about in Sin City Wrestling. From this day forward I am on a mission to obtain the SCW Heavyweight Championship. I am here to avenge professional wrestling.

He circled around the ring a little bit as everyone was questioning just exactly what he meant by avenging professional wrestling. However those that did follow Kingston - especially within the last six months might have had a good idea on just exactly what he was going on about. Not a hundred percent but they wouldn't have to wait long.

Damien Kingston: You see I've been doing this for twelve years and in that twelve years. I have seen professional wrestling fall apart. It used to be based on honor. It used to be based on respect. It used to be based on liberty, but somewhere along the way professional wrestling stopped being about that. Pro wrestling suddenly became about drama. It became about who could stab who in the back to get a head. It became about who could suck who's dick to get a certain spot. It became about everything other than respect and you people right along with everyone in the back has a hand in it! You people right along with everyone else in the back are helping destroy a business I loved! You people right along with everyone else have helped kill off a legacy for professional wrestling and not a single fucking one of you feel the least bit bad about it!

Kingston just had this disgusted look on his face. Fans were booing him louder and louder now as none of them actually agreed with his comments. It didn't matter to him if they did or didn't though. He saw things the way he saw them and therefore he was going to let it be known just how he felt regardless of how people felt about it.

Damien Kingston: East Coast Wrestling Federation - I spent three months in that place. Three fucking months and it turned out to be a waste of my time. Because while I was starting to make headlines. While I was starting to become a name. While I was starting to connect with you people. ECWF had it out for me and I had no idea. They didn't think I fit the mold therefore their plan to screw me all along came into play when they put a FUCKING MUTE! That's right a guy that COULD NOT talk over me. They rigged the match so this cock sucker would win. That way he'd get the World Championship title shot and I wouldn't. Everyone knew it was rigged. Everyone knew I got screwed. Everyone knew what was going on, but YOU PEOPLE SUPPORTED THE DECISION!

He just glared out at the fans. It seemed that he was going to blame them for things that were exactly their fault. At the same time though because some of them were fans of the said promotion and were fans of the said superstar he was talking about. That was good enough reason for them to blame them for being supporters of the situation he said did him wrong. Their boos just increased as Kingston started to speak louder to speak over them.

Damien Kingston: That's when I had my eyes opened up for the first time. That's when I realized what wrestling was all about thanks to those people. That's when I realized that I couldn't rely on you people anymore. That's when I knew that I had to go into business for myself and that' when I knew that I had to save pro wrestling. So, I walked into No Limits Wrestling Federation about four months ago and I began to dominate. I began to avenge the wrestling that I loved. I was blowing right by people like it was nothing. That was until about a month ago when Brenton Cyrus decided to be a PUSSY and DISAPPEAR! That's right the guy that built NLWF from the ground up. Disappeared without a trace. It just so happens to happen when I had a chance to become the NLWF Champion... so what happened? The place closes down. I never get my NLWF Championship shot. I get SCREWED once again and everyone is just OKAY with it!

Kingston gritted through his teeth when making the last statement. It was quite clear that he was still very bitter about the situation at hand. Granted no one really knew what happened with the disappearance of former company owner of NLWF. All they know is he disappeared and shop closed up before Kingston could get his title shot. That was enough for him to believe that there was some kind of conspiracy against him.

Damien Kingston: When I realized that I had no where to go once again. I called up Hot Stuff and I laid it all down on the line. I told him what I wanted and what I was going to need if I was going to come here. You are now looking at the guy that is making the MOST MONEY out of everyone else on this roster. You are now looking at the guy that has been GUARANTEED a future title shot in the future. You are looking at the guy that is going to become the FACE of SCW! You might not like it. You might hate it with a passion, but there's not a goddamn thing any of you can do about it. See, I'm a man of my word. I made a promise to myself one day I'd be World Champion. That's about to happen real soon. Sooner than you people might even think. I also made a promise to restore honor, respect, and liberty back into this business. That's what I am going to do and no one - that's right no one can stop me from doing so!

Fans were booing with everything they had in them at this moment. They'd like to believe that he was full of it and that he didn't have that much stroke or that much going for him. No real way of telling unless Hot Stuff himself said otherwise since he signed Kingston. That was neither here nor there about the situation. Kingston proceeded to look out to the crowd before starting to speak his very last words of the evening.

Damien Kingston: I will bring professional wrestling and I will bring you people liberty, or I will die trying! Mark my words... one way or another I will avenge professional wrestling and I will be the single BIGGEST and BEST thing that has ever stepped foot through the doors of SCW!

With that being said Kingston flipped the microphone out of his hand as he let it hit the mat. It hit with a thud as Kingston walked over to one of the nearest turnbuckles and climbed it to the second ring only for him to start shouting things out. Fans continued to boo as he had made sure that they hated him with just the few moments he had spent out with them.

Simone: It would seem Damien has a little bit of a chip on his shoulder.

Adams: Well wouldn't you if you saw the business you loved being destroyed? Wouldn't you if you've come this close to achieving a dream only to be screwed time and time again?

Simone: Now you're going to jump on the bandwagon.

Adams: Hey, all I'm saying is I support the guy and I feel his pain. Maybe you should let your own ego down for a second and show some compassion!

Kingston by now was stepping down from the turnbuckle as the booing continued and now even chants were starting to come up. Mainly "Kingston Sucks" over and over again. He simply smirked at the hatred he was getting as he dropped down and rolled right on out of the ring. With the boos and the chants continuing onward Kingston made his way all the way up the ramp. He stopped and just smirked for a second or two before disappearing into the back letting the show continued onward.

The lights in Bally's Grand Ballroom dim down low and we can hear the opening drums from ???Burning Down The House??? by the Used. The small crowd jumps to their feet and a loud pop of a cheer erupts through the hall as ???Mr. Showtime??? Drake Green steps out from the entrance. He lifts his arms up and down, motioning for the few hundred people in the audience to get up on their feet and cheer.

Crowd: POP!

Adams: He is the Showstopper, he is Drake Green and he's here in Reno tonight!

Simone: Really? I thought we were watching him on TV...

Adams: Don't be jealous because he likes me more than he likes you!

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 which have the ???Male??? symbol on them in white. He is wearing white wristbands and a black, skin tight, t-shirt with his ???Male Symbol??? logo on the front and ???Man Of The People??? written on the back. Wearing is his ACW Maritime Junior Heavyweight title, he raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the roof as the crowd starts to get behind him. 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
#Burning down the house

Adams: Reno loves him.

Simone: Ugh..

Adams: Hey...he is the man of the people, you know.

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!.

Drake stops at a young woman wearing a ???STOP MY SHOW??? t-shirt. He gives her a hug and she grabs him tight, kissing him on the cheek. He leans back into her and lets her take a photo of him with her before he starts moving again. He gets near 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 title and raising it high in the air for the crowd to see.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He jumps down off of the rope, drops his title belt on his shoulder, and walks over toward the side of the ring, motioning for the microphone.

Drake: Hello, Reno!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: Finally the 'Biggest Little City in the World' gets the biggest Showstopper of all time!

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 man of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am the real 'Man of the Year' and I just gotta ask you one thing Reno. What time is it?

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: People of Reno, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IT IS?!


Drake: That's what I'm talking about. You know there's one thing that I always wanted. Ever since I saw Sin City Wrestling for the first time.

Crowd: WHAT?

Drake: And that's to take Nick Jones...

Crowd: WHAT?

Drake: Take his whiny little ass...

Crowd: WHAT?

Drake: Drag him into the center of the ring...

Crowd: WHAT?

Drake: And make him tap out in front of all of you.

Crowd: POP!

Drake: And I'm so very glad it's in front of you, the great people of Reno. This is our night, this is our time and we're gonna burn this mother fuckin' house down.

Drake raises the microphone in the air and the crowd stands up and cheers once more for him. 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 to the referee. He checks the ropes, tugs on them two times, and then waits for Nick Jones to be introduced.

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!"

A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout.

Justin: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 250 pounds. He is the former 2 time SCW Heavyweight Champion... Nick Jones!

Moments later, Nick Jones walks out through the curtain, causing the boos to intensify. Nick walks to the top of the ramp and then waits as the lovely Diana Roberts makes her way out behind him. Nick drops down to a knee as a cocky smirk comes across his face while he flexes his muscles and Diana rubs his chest. Nick gets up and takes Diana's arm before turning back toward the curtain and waiting as Tony Capicelli makes his way out. Tony follows Nick and Diana as they make their way down the ramp, slowly walking down as Nick makes sure to taunt and mock all of the fans along the way. Nick walks to the steel steps and waits for Diana to climb up first, watching her from behind before quickly walking up behind her, while Tony waits outside the ring. Nick walks across the apron and steps one leg into the ring, taking a seat onto the middle rope, holding the ropes open as Diana climbs in. Nick sits there, looking around the arena and has a look of disdain on his face as he shakes his head in disgust, soliciting even more jeers from the audience. Nick laughs at this response as he turns away from the crowd to climb into the ring, swinging his other leg into the ring and then walking over to his corner, where Diana now sits on the top turnbuckle. Nick leans back while Diana rubs his shoulders, as he waits with a cocky and confident smirk on his face.


Out of the gate, Drake takes a swing at Nick, but Nick ducks it and swats Drake on the back of the head. The two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Drake takes control, and flips Nick over with a hip toss.

Simone: Drake Green with the early advantage.

Drake follows up with a leg drop, but misses it as Nick rolls out of the way. Nick quickly gets back to his feet. He picks Drake up, and whips him into the ropes. Nick leaps in the air as Drake rebounds off the ropes, dropping him with a flying leg lariat.



Adams: Green kicks out!

Simone: Nick is on the offensive.

Nick slaps Drake in the back of the head, shouting some insults at ???The Showstopper???. Nick picks him up, hooks him, and tosses him high overhead with a belly to belly suplex. He follows him through and pins him again.



Adams: Another kick out by Green.

Jasmine holds up two fingers signaling the two count. Nick shoots a glare at the veteran SCW referee. Nick picks Drake up again, and taunts him some more by whispering some trash talk in his ear. He hooks Drake in a front facelock. He switches grips and lifts Drake high in the air with a vertical suplex. He holds him high in the air, letting the blood rush to head of Drake Green.

Simone: Nick Jones showing off his strength.

Adams: NO!

As Nick continues to show off his strength, Drake shifts his weight, and reverses the vertical suplex into the Showstopper!

Simone: Showstopper!

Drake drives his knees hard into the chin of the former SCW Heavyweight Champion. Drake covers Nick.



Adams: Nick gets a foot on the bottom rope!

Simone: Great ring awareness by Nick after that little hiccup.

Both men are slow to get to their feet as they are both feeling the effects of the back and forth action. Nick takes a swing at Drake. Green blocks it and takes a swing of his own at Jones. Nick blocks it, and drives a knee into the sternum doubling Drake over. Nick hooks a front facelock and plants Green with a DDT. Instead of going for the pin straight away, Nick stands over Drake and taunts him some more. Nick paintbrushes Drake across the face a couple of times as the crowd boos.

Adams: Nick is showing why he is one of the best in the business.

Simone: He can be a real prick when he wants to.... WHOA!

Adams: NO!

As Nick bends down to talk some more smack, Drake throws his legs up and quickly around the neck of Nick Jones!

Simone: Rated-R Chokehold! Nick going to have to tap!

Sensing the urgency, Diana quickly hops on the ring apron, and yells at Jasmine St. John. As Jasmine turns her attention to the girlfriend of Nick Jones, Tony Capicelli acts without hesitance, climbing into the ring and dropping his massive leg across the skull of Drake Green just as Nick Jones was swinging his hand down to tap out. Big B, seeing the interference by Tony has made his way down to ringside. He grabs Tony by the leg, and pulls him to the outside. The two huge beasts of The Entourage trade huge shots on the outside, as Diana hops down off the apron, just in time for St. John to see Nick Jones pinning the shoulders of Drake Green to the mat.



Adams: YES!


Simone: Not like this!

Justin: Here is your winner... Nick Jones!!!!

Nick Jones rolls off the unconscious body of Drake Green, and gets helped to his feet by Diana. Nick gets his hand raised by Diana as the fans boo him out of the building.

The camera heads backstage, where Gabriel is seen next to an unhappy looking Odette Ryder, outside a locker room door. Gabriel turns towards Odette, putting his hands on Odette's shoulder.

Gabriel: Baby, don't worry about all the stuff going on tonight. It's done, so let's move on.

Odette: I'm just sick of...

Gabriel puts his hand up, putting his finger on Odette's lip.

Gabriel: Don't finish that.

Gabriel moves his finger away from her lips and moves closer, looking her in the eye.

Gabriel: Don't worry about that stuff cause I have a surprise for you.

Odette lowers her eyes, looking at Gabriel curiously.

Gabriel: Right after this show, we're heading to Paris for a few days, to celebrate your birthday tomorrow.

Odette: Are you serious?

Gabriel: I am.

Odette jumps in to Gabriel's arms, hugging him tightly. Gabriel leans down, kissing his Aussie girlfriend on the head.

Odette: Thank you.

Gabriel: You're worth it baby.

Odette holds Gabriel tighter. Gabriel lifts her chin and kisses Odette softly on the lips. He runs his hands down her arms and wraps his fingers around hers.

Gabriel: That's not all.

Gabriel lets go of one of Odette's hands and reaches back to door behind him. He pulls the handle and steps backwards, leading Odette in. A shout of "SURPRISE" is heard. Odette looks around at Spike Staggs, Vixen, Mickey Carroll, Ben Jordan, Jessie Salco, Jake Salco, Aleksei Koji, as well as Seven Deadly Sin members, Despayre, holding Angel as always, Synn, Rage, Shane Boswell and Fantasia. Presents are seen around the room as Odette looks in shock. Gabriel leans in to Odette, whispering in her ear.

Gabriel: Happy birthday sweetheart.

Gabriel puts his hand on Odette's back as Despayre steps forward, handing Odette a present. Gabriel steps over to Spike.

Gabriel: Thanks for getting everyone together.

Spike nods at Gabriel as the scene fades.

We move in backstage to see a flame dancing in front of the camera. It fades, and a clicking noise causes it to reignite. We slowly pan out to see Electra Blaze playing with her flame printed Zippo lighter. She seems mesmerized by the flame as she sits down on the bench quietly. Sitting next to her is a shirtless man wearing what would appear to be ass-less chaps and a gimp mask with one eye zipped closed and the mouth zipped as well. A cracking noise causes both of their attention to shift to their right. A deep yet feminine chuckle escapes from that side of the room as Roxanne comes walking into the picture. The man, known as Boy, stands up quickly and grabs a red velvet cushion, positioning it on the bench for her as he holds onto her hand to help her sit down. The fiery redhead whips the ponytail on top of her head around a bit, fluffing it so that it cascades like a fountain around the tie. Boy sits down on the floor at her feet, massaging her calves as she prepares to speak. She is quickly interrupted by a knock on the door and her eyes flutter in annoyance as she peeks over toward the door.

Roxanne: Who EVER could it be?

Electra: It looks like Pussy Willow and???

Roxanne: I *know* that, you little nitwit??? it was called sarcasm??? Please come in, Ms. Willow???

Roxanne rolls her eyes as she clears her throat. Pussy Willow slowly walks into the room, perching her shoulders up slightly as if she feels she is bothering Roxanne. Roxanne stands up from the bench and presses her hands against her hips, waiting for Pussy to move things along.

PW: I???m standing here with SCW???s latest Bombshell signee, Roxanne! I???m sorry if I am bothering you, but???

Roxanne: No??? not at all???

Roxanne???s eyes suggest otherwise as she stares daggers at Pussy. Pussy blinks for a second and then smiles excitedly. Roxanne purses her crimson lips as she holds her stone-like posture.

PW: Let me be the first to congratulate you on your debut victory. It isn???t often we see Stars or Bombshells competing for contracts. Especially when they are in street clothes.

Roxanne: Thanks??? Your congratulations just made my shitty night worth the while??? It is impressive that I was able to beat someone in my street clothes. I find it comforting that such things could be sprung on me at any moment as some measure of revenge against Erik, where each week I will have to fight for my job.

PW: Rocky Mountains and me had to do the same thing because of Erik Staggs, and we were actually fired. I???m sorry, does that sound rude?

Roxanne stands there for a second, blinking a couple times before raising an eyebrow at her as if to ask if she is serious. In a sarcastic tone, she simply replies.

Roxanne: No???

PW: Good, since you are like almost a foot taller than me, I wouldn???t want to offend you and???

Out of nowhere, Roxanne reaches out and wraps one hand around Pussy???s throat, choking her as she drags her in closer. To show her power, she single handedly pulls Pussy???s feet off of the ground and stares deep into her eyes with an almost crazed look on her face. She then drops her down as Pussy begins struggling to breathe and fight out of it. Roxanne forces her down to her knees where Boy and Electra hold her there. Electra laughs maniacally as Roxanne raises her claws to Pussy???s chin, making her look directly into her eyes.

Roxanne: Ask a dumb fucking question and you???re going to get a dumb fucking answer! I???m tired of playing nice with you idiots running around here, disrespecting YOUR Mistress of Pain! Michelle thought she could be cute and sneak a win by me when I wasn???t even prepared for a match, and I kicked her ass! Now I have you giving me lip? Did Ward Junior put you up to this? Hm?

Roxanne???s attention is slightly broken as she hears a dozen pairs of feet clamoring quickly toward the locker room. She stares at the door as Boy and Electra rush over, pinning it closed with a chair. Electra jumps up and down in celebration as the pounding begins on the door. Roxanne slowly returns her gaze back to Pussy as she groans and shakes in fear.

Roxanne: Maybe you could be a dear and give him a message from me?


Roxanne begins pounding away at Pussy Willow before picking her up and slamming her into the door as hard as she can. Roxanne charges at her like a football player, Spearing her so hard into the door that it leaves a dent in it. She reaches down and grabs Willow by the hair, lifting her up. She yanks her head back and plants a passionate kiss on her lips before opening the door up and preparing to slam Pussy???s head between it and the door frame, but security wrestles Pussy away from Roxanne???s grip and they hold her back as they help the reporter to quickly escape the situation. Roxanne struggles to free herself from the six men holding her back, but eventually she just gives up, smiling sadistically as she watches Pussy escape.

Roxanne: Run along now, dear, and give Mark that message? And while you are at it, tell him that if he knows what is good for him, he will stop FUCKING with me!

Roxanne licks her lips as if she derived some sort of sexual pleasure from the events that had just occurred. Her chest quivers as she moans massaging the top of her chest before slowly retreating inside the locker room where she lightly closes the door.

He is coming.

The sun will soon set on the world which is now saturated in light. There will be darkness. A darkness that will consume you. He alone will be the one to deliver this darkness upon your doorstep with a fury of the likes you have never known.

The puppets that inhabit your Maritimes will soon be faced with a choice. A choice that will define them for years to come. But they must think wisely and choose wisely for if they choose poorly, he will execute great vengeance on them with wrathful rebukes. Then they will know that he is the Lord of the Dark, when he layeth his vengeance upon them.

He is coming.

The scene opens on the backstage area where we find Amy in her locker room before her match. As the camera pans to the door we soon see Necra standing there. It was like she just appeared out of nowhere and was now leaning against the door frame. Amy looks up, and sighs rolling her eyes.

Amy: What are you doing here?

Necra: I just came to tell you that I would like to apologize for the way I acted in our match. I just wanted to keep my title.

Amy: I doubt that. You were out for blood Necra!

Necra: I can see why you don't trust me, and I'm very sorry for that. I got the bounty on Misty's head, and I have to say that I feel good about it.

Amy: Stop blowing smoke up my ass Necra. You're still pissed at the fact that I jumped ship long before the little war ended! Now tell me why you're really here.

Necra looks down at the floor and then at Amy with a hurt look.

Necra: I told you why, but I was hoping in a week or so to maybe team up with you, and try to be friends again. Before you jumped ship you and I were good friends...

Amy: There's the key word... Were. Now get out! I have a match to get ready for!

Necra: If you change your mind you know where to find me.

Amy: I really doubt that I will.

Necra walks out of the locker room, and she turns around once again.

Necra: Oh and Amy...

Amy: What?

Necra: Good luck tonight.

Amy sighs, and turns from Necra. As Necra leaves a smile forms on her lips. Necra walks off down the hall leaving Amy to wonder if she had really changed or it was all an act. Amy closes the door, and the scene fades back to the arena.

Just signed!

SCW Roulette Champion Kain will put his title on the line against the man who pinned him in the Roulette Mixed Tag Team match just last week -- Max Burke!

The scene cuts backstage where Big B is seen stomping around through the halls of the arena, when suddenly he starts to get chased down by SCW's Head Reporter Pussy Willow.

PW: Big B! B!!! Can I just have a second of your time?

Big B spins around with an angry look on his face as he snaps with quite the attitude in his voice.

Big B: What do you want?!?

Big B then notices who it is that he is talking to, and upon the sight of Pussy Willow the expression on his face goes from the rare look of anger for him towards that goofy little smile that's far more common for him.

Big B: Oh, hey Pussy! How's it going? Good to see you again.

PW: Thanks B, glad to be back. Listen, can I just ask you one quick question?

Big B: Sure, what's up?

PW: Well obviously things aren't quite done with you and your cousin, not to mention some of your former Entourage teammates. First you two were unable to make amends last week and now this week, you went out there to put an end to Tony Capicelli's interference in tonight's match. Can you tell us what's going on there?

Big B: It's simple really. Forget every other one of those guys, it's really Nick and Tony in particular that I owe something to. My own cuz turned his back on me and now he needs to learn the downside of not just not having me in his corner, but having me against him. As for Tony, he's the one who actually attacked me, and now this is just the beginning of me getting my revenge. This is all step just one of my plan.

PW: Step one? In that case, what do you have planned next?

Big B: The next step is it's time for me to take advantage of my spot on Team SCW. I'm picking my dream match and it's going to be me... versus Tony Capicelli.

Big B shoots Pussy a smile before turning and walking off, leaving her there alone. She then turns and looks straight into the camera as she wraps things up.

PW: Wow, can you believe that? Two men without any real professional wrestling background being put together in a dream match. This sounds like it won't be a match as much an all-out brawl. We'll have to wait and see how it all comes together.

Pussy lowers the microphone and gives a smile into the camera as the scene cuts away.

"Outsider" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area; she pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your main event of the evening scheduled for one fall and is for the SCW Bombshell Championship! Introducing first, from Tampa, Florida, she is the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Champion! Roxi Johnson!

She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience as Dick Dale by Misirlou begins to play.

Justin: Introducing the challengers, first from Tampa, Florida, one half of the Tattooed Goddesses Laura Jackson!

Laura makes her way down to the ring and climbs into it; she makes a belt motion around her waist and Roxi motions for her to bring it on! However Jacob gets in between the two women telling them to wait for Amy, they don???t have to wait long though as the opening lyrics of Scream by the Mistfits hits over the pa.

Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh

No sooner had those lyrics finished, the guitar cuts back in and strobe lighting begins to flicker.

A chill runs up your spine
it crawls into your brain.
The freezing touch of fear.

Amy appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings before raising her arms to make an X sign.

Justin: And finally, from Juneau, Alaska, she is the Punk Princess Amy Marshall!

It's driving me insane
although you try to fight
Dragged from the silence where you hide
'til you... Scream

Amy then begins to head down the ramp, as she ignore the fans around her before climbing inside the ring, where she climbs the turnbuckle and raises her arms high before blowing a single kiss towards the crowd. Amy then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits for the match to begin; Jacob gets in between the three women and makes sure that they are clear on the rules before signaling for the bell.

Simone: This is it, our main event of the evening!

Adams: Roxi has a hell of a challenge ahead of her if she wants to hold onto the title!

As soon as the bell rings the three Bombshells start brawling with each other with neither of them backing down from each other, one mistake by the champion leaves her vulnerable to a double team from the two challengers however as they hit her with a perfect snap Double Suplex.

Simone: The challengers are working together in the early going.

Adams: They won???t be for long, remember that this is every woman for herself AND there???s a title on the line!

Amy goes for the first cover of the match


Laura pulls Amy off of Roxi and DDTs her to the ground before going for a cover on Roxi


kickout by Roxi

Laura goes for a cover on Amy instead


Amy reverses it into a roll up


Roxi breaks it up.

Simone: Jacob???s earning his paycheck tonight, that???s for sure.

Adams: At this rate he???ll lose half a stone in weight!

Laura and Roxi are the first ones to their feet and they start brawling with each other both Bombshells firing rights and lefts at each other???s heads, eventually they reach the ropes and Laura ducks under a wild right hand by Roxi before clotheslining the champion to the outside! Laura looks like she???s setting up for a suicide dive off some kind but is rolled up by Amy German Suplex style


Kickout but Amy uses the momentum from the kickout to launch herself through the ropes and hit Roxi with a Suicide Dive!

Simone: The action has been fast and furious so far!

Adams: I don???t want it to end!

Roxi and Amy get back to their feet at the count of seven and start brawling with each other again not even realizing that Laura is back on her feet on the inside of the ring, Jacob ducks between the ropes in an attempt to get them to return to the ring but soon has to restart the count as Laura launches over him and hits the other two Bombshells with a flipping Suicide Dive!

Simone: Got to wonder how long Jacob can maintain control!

Adams: As long as there???s a title on the line he???ll find a way!

Laura rolls Amy into the ring and follows her in before going for a cover of her own


Kickout by Amy! Laura argues with Jacob about it but he doesn???t back down from her and Laura growls before turning around and picking up Amy??????only for Amy to break free and start firing rights and lefts at Laura???s head.

Simone: Once again the momentum changes!

Adams: Roxi had better get back in the action! At this rate she???ll lose the title without being involved in the decision!

Amy has Laura reeling from her assault and goes for the Bad Girl Double Knee Facebuster but Laura gets out of it and goes for her own finisher the Cider Driver, once again Amy gets out of it by backdropping out of it and Laura quickly gets to her feet only to be met with a Hurricanrana, Amy holds on for the pin


Laura kicks out, both Bombshells get to their feet and start brawling again, Laura ducks under a wild right hand, kicks Amy in the stomach and hits her with the Cider Driver!

Simone: Cider Driver! We may have a new champion!

Adams: Here???s the cover


NO! Roxi Johnson breaks up the pin in the nick of time with her own finisher the Reality Bites Split Legged Leg Drop!

Simone: Where did she come from?!

Adams: I don???t know but she just saved her title and possibly won the match!

Roxi goes for a cover on both challengers


Justin: Here???s your winner and STILL SCW Bombshell Champion Roxi Johnson!

Simone: What a match!

Adams: I want to see a rematch!

Roxi stans in the ring and celebrates as her two challengers roll out of the ring.

Adams: Huge win for Roxi!

Lights go out all over the full arena, the fans start to camera flash randomly in certain spots as Roxi Johnson appears in the ring alone with Amy Marshall and Laura Jackson already gone backstage when suddenly, a video package plays to a dark location once again. This time embedding quick little snippets from news footage all over the world showcasing scenes of murder and death, photos of autopsy and scenes taken directly off the most scariest movies, and images with the occult rituals pop up as well. Back in the ring, Roxi stands confused but stands her ground. A dark figure of a woman appears in front of the cameras sitting with her head down; long hair flowed over her eyes in an old wooden chair. It appears this location is of an old meat factory, with displayed hooks all over in chains. They speak, only filtered by an audio device to hide their identity.

???I looked, and there before me was a pale horse! Its rider was named Death, and Hades was following close behind him. They were given power over a fourth of the earth to kill by sword, famine and plague, and by the wild beasts of the earth.???

She stands. Nothing can be seen beyond the darkness.

???The bible tells of how the world ends. Blood should fill the rivers and moon. Massive earthquakes splitting apart all that you know in the world to exist. It???s symbolic in how you will violently end; and the superhero will fall by my hands. Time for fun and games are over, I know all about who you are but you know nothing about me, we should change that soon. You say, you say you don???t fear me? Oh, I think you better start right now and stop believing you can fly.???

Just then, there appears a large logo of Sin City Wrestling in a familiar parking lot engulfed in flames as sounds can be heard crackling and sizzling. Camera???s turn seeing that same figure in a black robe throwing lighter fluid walking off it is unknown where until the camera just a glance at the Bally's Grand Ballroom welcome sign introducing the nights event. She was heading inside the build and was there, multiple flashes capture Roxi telling them to come on, waiting for them in the ring. Lights magically return to normal when suddenly, someone in a black robe and hood slips underneath the ropes with a metal object, coming from the crowd into the ring behind Roxi Johnson, who is oblivious to anything going inside the ring at this point until this pushes charges after her and nails the champion with a metal pipe to across the back. The superhero falls and gets assaulted further with stomps on the body.

Fans start to boo this unknown person as they seem to toy Roxi???s lifeless body getting on all fours crawling toward her before lifting themselves up, feeling all feeling their own body.

Simone: What the hell just happened? We're out of time! Well try and find out what the hell just happened and let you know!

Cameras fade out to the SCW copyright information as the show comes to an end on Roxi Johnson not moving.

Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Maggie, Derek, MK, Necra, Amy, Vixen, Casey, Damien Kingston, Drake Green, Goth, Nathaniel Havok, mysterious attacker, Craig. Also, thanks to Vixen again for the great match banners and to all our roleplayers.