Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy on Cane Garden Bay in Tortola. The camera scans around the capacity crowd along the beach, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.

He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;

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

Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the beach, at all of the fans filling the sand and surf. 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 beautiful Cane Garden Bay in Tortola, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd cheers and applauds as a spotlight shines center stage, and illuminates Amanda Hugginkiss. She walks out onto the stage carrying the mic in one hand and a giant hoagie hero sandwich in the other and the performance begins!

Amanda: Some girls like to buy new shoes
And others like drivin' trucks and wearing tattoos
There's only one thing that they all like a bunch
Oh, girls, they want to have lunch
Oh, girls just want to have lunch

I know how to keep a woman satisfied
When I whip out my Diner's Card their eyes get so wide
They're always in the mood for something to munch
Oh, girls, they want to have lunch
Oh, girls just want to have

That's all they really want
Some lunch
Don't ask 'em to dinner or breakfast or brunch
'Cause girls, they want to have lunch
Oh, girls just want to have lunch

Girls, they want
Want to have lunch
Girls wanna have

She eats like she got a hole in her neck
And I'm the one that always gets stuck with the check
Can't figure out how come they don't weigh a ton
Oh, girls, they want to have lunch
Oh, girls just want to have

That's all they really want
Is some lunch
Don't know for certain but I've got a hunch
Those girls, they want to have lunch
Oh, girls just want to have lunch

Girls, they want
Want to have lunch
Girls wanna have

They just want to
They just want to
Girls

They just want to
They just want to
Girls just want to have lunch

Girls
Girls just want to have lunch

They just want to
They just want to
They just want to
They just want to
They just want to
They just want to

The song ends and Amanda poses as the crowd applauds and cheers. She then blows kisses to the fans along the beach before disappearing behind the curtains atop the stage.

Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I'm tired cause I stayed up late to watch the boxing last night. Anyone else see James Huntington-Hawkes III in the ring or was I over tired? You can call me Jason Adams

Simone: Bumper show tonight as we have seven matches on the card, including many new debuts, kicking off with three men making their debuts as former ACW talents Mickey Carroll and Scott King mix it up in a triple threat match with Shane Spencer

Adams: All three are looking to make a big impact.

Simone: Another man making his debut tonight is a bit of a wrestling legend in the form of Steve Ramone, and Steve can not face a bigger challenge, as he takes on Casey Williams.

Adams: This could be brutal.

Simone: Traci Patterson comes to us from ACW, and tonight, she makes her first step in to an SCW ring, to take on the last ever ACW Woman's champion, Vixen.

Adams: Vixen will be looking to put herself back in the title hunt by picking up a win here.

Simone: Last week, Christian Underwood announced that Sinful Obsession will be challenging James Huntington-Hawkes III and Giani Di Luca, tonight, they take on The Flying Jetts.

Adams: The Jetts have a chance to let their SCW career take off with a win over Sinful Obsession.

Simone: That was awful Jason.

Adams: Like I said, I was up late.

Simone: Speaking of being up late, since last week, James Huntington-Hawkes III must have been having many sleepless night, after being tricked in to a match with a man much bigger than him, as he takes on the man known as Cyrus King.

Adams: Time to bet on King for this one.

Simone: Bombshell tag titles on the line as the odd ball team of Odette Ryder and Misty defend the titles against the dangerous Joanne Canelli and Parand Ara.

Adams: Does Parand take that mask thing off in the shower?

Simone: No idea. Main events see champions on either side as SCW Heavyweight champion Goth, teams with Fallen member Gothika, to take on Simon Jones and SCW Bombshell champion, Roxi Johnson.

Adams: There's a lot of rumours flying around that Simon has an injured knee, but he will be competiting tonight, so what are we waiting for. Let's get reaaaaaaaaaaaaady to ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuumble!

Simone: Man boxing really is on your mind.

Adams: Uh uh, seconds out, round one, ding ding!




The scene shows a backstage door, with the sign Medical Team attached, a mumbled conversation can be heard behind the deceptively thin door and then a large bang sounds as the door is opened slowly.

Inside the Medical room is Nurse Zoey Carpenter is standing behind her desk, her hands pressed down on the desktop and she has an angry look upon her face. From out of camera shot walking through the door storms with a significant limp, Scott King dressed in warm up track pants and wearing a Geelong Australian Rules Football Hooded Jacket, the Hood is over his head.

Coming into camera shot and directly towards King is Rocky Mountains, with a microphone in her hand

Mountains: Excuse me, Scott King, obviously you are upset by something, so before I on behalf of SCW welcome you to your first Climax Control, can you let us know what has just happened?

King looks upset and angry but calms down upon realising who is asking him the questions

King: Rocky isn’t it?,

King removes his hood

King: Well it seems Rocky that there is another setback in my return to the ring, for some time now I have been in a constant battle with ACW Owner J.J. Dixon to be able to compete, and that ass has made me jump through that many hoops it has been ridiculous, Now just when I thought that I would be free of his constrictions it appears, that it is actually my own body that is preventing me. You see many years ago before I entered the world of Professional Wrestling, I was in the military back in Australia, and it was during that time that during a tour overseas I was wounded in my right knee. Now after many surgeries I was able to get that right and well, for those that really follow professional wrestling, they will know just how much I have achieved. But unfortunately, it looks like due to an injury I sustained during training, that I will have to undergo at least another surgery before I will be able to compete.

Mountains: That is extremely unfortunate timing?

King: It is, I was pretty damned psyched to be here in SCW, and when I just found out about the extent of the damage to my knee I kinda just lost it

In the background, Nurse Carpenter is see in the doorway, King turns and sees her and takes a few steps in her direction, Rocky Mountains, follows with the mic a step behind.

King: Nurse, I just want to apologise for my outburst, that was unprofessional and not how I want SCW’s first impression of Scott King to be,

Mountains: Nurse, what is the prognosis for Scott?

Carpenter: At this stage, he will see the surgeon tomorrow and we can only go from there.

King: No this Rocky, it has taken me a long time to finally make my way to SCW, and it will take something more than this damn knee to stop me making my mark here.

King walks off limping, leaving Rocky Mountains and Zoey Carpenter standing there.




The arena goes dark as "Me Against The World" kicks in over the PA System. A white spotlight shines on the entrance as Shane Spencer makes his way onto the entrance stage. The fans start to boo as Spencer stands there and takes it all in.

Justin: Introducing first, standing 6 feet 3 inches and weighing 265 pounds, he comes to us by way of Miami, Florida. Ladies and gentlemen, here is Shane Spencer!

The houselights come back up and Spencer starts to do some muscle posing and flexing. When he's posed enough, he makes his way down to the ringside area, taunting fans along the way. Spencer roles into the ring, flexes a little more, and then goes to his corner and starts to pace back and forth waiting for his opponent to come out.

Simone: This was supposed to be a triple threat match but moments ago we learned that newcomer Scott King has suffered a knee injury that will prevent him from competing here tonight.

Adams: Our triple threat now becomes a dual threat.

The opening of "Drunken Lullabies" by Flogging Molly plays as Mickey pushes through the curtains. He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and drops it on the ground, quickly putting it out. He looks from side to side, nodding his head at the cheers before pointing out into the audience, starting an "Oi! Oi! Oi!" chant.

Justin: And his opponent, weighing in at 190 pounds and making his way from London, England…Mickey Carroll!

He dashes straight down the ramp where he leaps up and onto the ring apron. He paces back and forth, stomping along to the beat of the music before climbing inside. He looks up at the ceiling and then signals the trinity, kissing his fingers and then pointing up as he waits for the bell.

Jasmine St. John calls for the bell and Spencer wastes little time, hitting Carroll square in the jaw with a right hand that drops him down to one knee on the canvas.

DING! DING! DING!

Adams: A hard right hand from the big man Spencer to get things started.

Spencer grabs Mickey by his chin with his left hand and then brings his right hand across his face with an open hand slap.

SMACK!

Crowd: WOO!

Spencer grabs Mickey again by the chin but this time he delivers a closed fist to the top of Carroll’s head which sends him back first on to the canvas. Shane smiles and taunts the crowd as Mickey crawls over toward the rope. Mickey grabs the second rope and pulls himself up but as he turns around he is met with a hard knee lift that sends him right back down to the mat. Spencer grabs the top rope, sets both his feet on Carroll’s chest, and then pulls up on the rope, leveraging himself and all of his weight down onto the chest of Mickey.

Simone: All that weight looks like its gonna crush Mickey.

Jasmine St. John counts as Spencer pushes hard down on to the helpless Mickey Carroll.

One…Two…The…Four…Fi-

Adams: And Spencer lets go at the last moment. He better be careful or he might get himself disqualified.

Simone: He’s just a little over eager.

Adams: As they all are while making their SCW debut.

He picks Mickey up by his messy red hair and scoops him up in to a slam. He immediately drops a knee on to the chest of Carroll and then goes for the cover.

One! Two!

Adams: And a kickout in two by Mickey Carroll.

Spencer mounts Mickey and starts to unload on him. He gets up and taunts the crowd.

Crowd: BOO!

Spencer walks back over and picks Mickey Carroll up off of the mat. He whips him hard in to the corner and as he bounces out, Spencer lights him up with a hard clothesline that sends Carroll twisting through the air.

Simone: Oh my god! Did you see that?

Adams: Thats was one of the hardest hits I’ve ever seen. Carroll is out.

Spencer turns Mickey over and then goes for the cover, hooking the leg. Jasmine St. John drops to the mat and starts her count.

One! Two! Thr…

Adams: No!

Simone: He got his shoulder up! I don’t know how he did that!

Shane shows his disappointment to St. John before standing back up. He goes to grab Carroll again but this time Mickey pulls him down to the mat.

Adams: He rolled him up!

Simone: St. John for the count!

One! Two!

Crowd: Three!

Adams: No! He got out just in time.

The two men rush to their feet but Mickey, getting there first, Hits Spencer in the face with a standing drop kick. He jumps up and runs over to the ropes. As Spencer gets up, Mickey spring boards himself in to a cross body. He goes for another pin but before St. John can get down for the count, Spencer tosses him off in a rather impressive display of strength.

Adams: I don’t think it’s gonna be that easy for the former ACW Tag Team Champion.

Once again, both men get up at the same time. Spencer charges at Carroll but Mickey, drops down pulling the top rope down with him which sends Shane toppling over to ringside.

Crowd: POP!

Adams: What a great counter by Mickey!

Carroll looks around the beach going crowd and smiles. He begins to clap his hands and the crowd joins in with him.

Crowd: CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Adams: You know what’s coming now!

Simone: Here he goes!

Mickey bounces off of the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and then flies through, in between the top and middle rope, down to ringside The crowd cheers as Mickey makes contact with Shane and both men fall to the floor in pain.

Simone: That’s why I like these ACW guys. They’re not afraid to hurt their bodies just to hurt someone else’s body.

Adams: Seems pretty counter productive no?

Simone: Exactly. That’s why I love them!

Mickey gets to his feet first. He kicks Spencer in the midsection and then grabs his head and sends him crashing down to the floor with a DDT. Jasmine St. John begins her count.

One…Two…Three…

Mickey stomps on Spencer and then pulls him up off of the floor and sends him back up on to the apron. He sets him up, with just his head laying on the apron off of the edge of the ring. Mickey points toward the sky, and then the crowd, and then finally his cast on his arm before he climbs up to a top turnbuckle.

Simone: What’s he doing?

Adams: This can’t be good.

Mickey launches off of the top rope and then sends his hard cast across the face of Spencer and Shane’s face busts wide open.

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Adams: Did you see that?

Simone: He used his cast as a weapon! He should be disqualified!

Carroll gets back up and slides underneath the bottom rope. He pulls Spencer back toward the middle of the ring and goes for a pinfall.

One! Two!

Adams: He kicked out! I don’t believe!

Mickey stands up and kicks Spencer a few times in the side. He picks him up and sets him up for a vertical suplex. He goes to pull him up but Spencer blocks it. He tries it again only to have Spencer block it a second time. This time, Shane is able to overpower Mickey and he lifts him straight up in to the air and lets him hang there for a moment.

Adams: Oh no! We know what’s coming here!

Spencer drops Mickey on his head.

Adams: The Spencer Screwdriver! It’s all over!

Simone: Jasmine’s going for the count!

One! Two!

Crowd: NO!

Adams: HE KICKED OUT! Spencer is in disbelief!

Spencer, showing his anger, tries to rip Carroll up off of the mat to try the move for a second time. As he pulls him up, Mickey pushes him off and back a foot or two and then nails him in the side of the head with an enziguri kick.

SMACK!

Adams: That had to hurt!

Spencer drops to the mat and Mickey points to the sky one more time. He jumps up on to the turnbuckle again and launches in to the air.

Adams: FROG SPLASH! He’s going for the cover!

One! Two!

Crowd: YES!

Adams: He did it!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner….Mickey Carroll!

Adams: What a debut here in SCW for Mickey Carroll.

Simone: Not bad for a one armed man.

Adams: Not bad at all.




The lights fade to a pale pink, and the screen comes to life with heavy static, showing a silhouette of a woman moving slowly towards the foreground. Mocking feminine laughter erupts over the speakers, bleeding into the driving guitars of Jet's "She's a Genius". The images on the screen shift, melting away as though doused in acid. Images flash, showing a petite blonde woman dominating both men and women in the wrestling ring.

My girl is ready to take control
She just blows my mind
She only listens to the radio to see who's alive
Yeah!

Adams: Wooohoo Simone, the Bombshell Roulette Champion is in the house!!

Simone: Strange tho because she isn’t booked tonight…

As the Sin City Wrestling fans are eagerly awaiting their current Bombshell Roulette Champion Nessa Wall, they start to cheer and chant her name.

Adams: Come on Nessa!!!

Straight after Jason’s last words a thunderous bang is heard crackling from the speakers as “She’s a Genius” is flooded off the personal address system by the words “Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe” they’re quickly followed by the rest of the “Don’t Stay” by Linkin Park.

Simone: I think we might have had a technical difficulty there.

Adams: I don’t think so Simone, I don’t know anyone with this theme music.

The song plays loudly as two stage hands walk out, they’re carrying a long red carpet roll in their hands. The stage hands quickly unroll the red velvet carpet adjusting it making sure that it’s perfect before running off into the crowd.

Adams: What the hell?

The curtain starts to open and slowly Odette’s dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp a smug smirk plastered on her face as the Sin City Wrestling fans acknowledge her with cheers and a “Ryder” chant.

Adams: Well Odette does like to surprise her fans.

Simone: What’s with the red carpet tho?

Walking down the ramp Odette does her best to keep herself away from her fans; the normally bubbly Australian takes her time on her journey down to the ring. Wearing a short pair of wet black leather short shorts, the top half of her body is barely covered by a lose fitting NXT t-shirt that has been ripped to shreds showing off a gold crystal covered bra underneath. Over her right shoulder her Bombshell Tag Team Championship belt drapes effortlessly as her manicure nails drum against the gold plate to the beat of her entrance song.

Adams: Something doesn’t seem right here Simone.

Her large Christian Louboutin peep toe heels press hard into the red carpet as she descends down to the six sided ring, a look of discontent all over her face.

Simone: Odette’s really taking her time here tonight to get to the ring.

Adams: She’s a celebrity, she’s soaking up the red carpet.

Approaching the steel steps Odette climbs them quickly the sound of her heels clunk against the hard metal. Walking along the ring apron the Australian Bombshell looks out into the crowd who continue to cheer towards her, a semi smile finally breaking the hurt look upon her face. Lifting her left leg up she steps over the middle rope, slowly entering the ring.

Adams: I see why Gabriel’s obsessed with her…

Once inside the six sided ring Odette makes a beeline for Justin, snatching the microphone out of his hands. Justin looks at Odette in disbelief as she shoos him away and out of the ring. “Don’t stay” fades from the personal address system and Odette makes her way into the centre of the ring. Adjusting her championship belt before running her hand through her wild and curly hair the young Aussie licks her lips as she brings the microphone up toward them.

Odette: I guess I better explain what just happened there right? You see there’s been a change around here a change that wasn’t needed or wanted but hey… it’s exciting am I right? The thought of fresh faces around here is exhilarating… it’s fan-fucking-tastic…

The SCW fans start to cheer as Odette licks her lips and holds onto the microphone a little tighter, her tone harsher than normal.

Odette: It’s compelling isn’t it? It excites you doesn’t it? Knowing that from now on because JJ Dixon screwed up a hand….

Odette lets out a slight chuckle before continuing.

Odette: A part of his anatomy I’ve been told he was very familiar with…

Cheap pop from the crowd as Odette now starts to pace back and forth in the ring, adjusting her championship belt.

Odette: We now get treated week in and week out with the presence of our extended ACW family… just think about it you’ll get to be graced with the likes of Nessa Wall, Traci Patterson and Jade Maneating-Arcador.. et cetera… et cetera… nobody, nobody…

A fierce smile lights up on Odette’s face as her true Rydernites cheer her on while a small chorus of boos has started.

Odette: Now, now don’t be judgey. Not only did Marky Mark spring this on us last week but he also defended his decision, he defended his new toy as a breath of fresh air, as a motivator… as pure bred competition for the resident Sin City Wrestling roster… Competition, that’s a strong word Marky Mark… I mean competition, for whom?

Looking up at the makeshift runway Odette can’t help to smile, soaking up the mixed reaction.

Odette: Sure the second rate women from ACW might be tough for some of the SCW Bombshells but let’s face it Marky… to me, their just another distraction, their just another group of girls who waste my time, dare I say it they will become just another number to me.

The crowd continue to give of a heated mix reaction as Odette walks over to the ropes, leaning back on them she effortlessly holds the microphone letting is flop back in her hand while looking out into the crowd. Bringing the Microphone back up to her lips Odette smirks wildly, before letting her accent fill the PA system.

Odette: You guys have no idea how long and how hard I’ve been biting my tongue about what I’m about to say, it’s even reached the point that instead of words filling my mouth it was my own blood… I will not stand back and let this “fresh air” storm in and think that they can take away from the rest of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell roster, to have us made out to be some sort of a joke… that they were some sort of a spring clean that was needed to freshen our ranks up…

The fans continue to give Odette a mixed reaction as she sighs disappointed at them.

Odette: Maybe it’s not right of me to speak on behalf of the roster, so the rest of this will be my views and my views alone…

Adams: Did Odette just hint that she’s not alone in feeling this way about the ACW joining us?

Simone: I think she did.

Odette: Do I think the ranks needed to be tampered with? I won’t lie… the Bombshell division needed something… it’s needs a leader… look at what joke we have leading the “team” so to speak… a superhero, who herself is in need of saving… do I think anyone in ACW can fill this void? Hell no…

A strong Roxi chant breaks out causing Odette to roll her eyes.

Odette: Go ahead, call for your precious hero I mean I doubt very highly she will make her presence known… the fearless leader crab girl is nothing more than a tame little cat. She represents us as the “best” we have to offer, isn’t that right?

“Roxi, Roxi, Roxi”

Odette: well you’re wrong, you’re all wrong… the best that Sin City Wrestling has to offer is standing right in front of you… who is being held back… by being forced to team with Misty. You know it I know it, it’s an insult to have my legacy I have built in this company spat on, by adding in ACW, it’s a kick in the teeth to be told to basically to shape up, it’s a blatant knife to the chest when I now have to sit back and watch what my Sin City Wrestling career has become…

The fans continue to grow restless against Odette as her Aussie accent gets thicker and faster.

Odette: It’s a slap in the face to be forced to look upon Roxi Johnson and to be expected to be proud of her carrying the Bombshell Championship…

“Roxi, Roxi, Roxi”

Odette: Go on keep calling her… wait for her… welcome the impending disappointment that is basically second nature when it comes to her.

Stopping Odette walks around the ring looking out into the crowd of people shaking her head, a few Rydernites are left cheering her as she walks to the centre of the ring.

Odette: Look over there…

Pointing the entrance way there’s a fake excitement in Odette’s voice.

Odette: Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Oh no, my bad it’s nothing… it’s no one, it’s just the constant reminder that the bombshell’s are vacant a leader.

Walking back over towards the ropes Odette leans back against them taking a few moments to soak in what she is experiencing.

Odette: Oh but Odette, don’t worry about Roxi… you can always count on Nessa Wall to lead, you can be proud of her right? Negative… Nessa Wall should count her lucky stars that I’m not allowed to compete for the Roulette Championship… Nessa Wall should be grateful that regardless of how “special” she might be and how much of a “great” addition to our roster she might be, she’s off my radar… because trust me I would have no issues in showing Miss Wall what it’s really like to win it all.

Adjusting her championship belt that is draped over her shoulder Odette smirks.

Odette: I get why Christian came to the conclusion to put Misty and I in the tag team title scene, he wanted to build the other ranks… he wanted to see what the other bombshells would do while the two top bombshells that hate each other are forced to play nice… it all makes sense now… and Christian, wrong move.

Laughing smugly Odette pushes herself off the ropes before licking her lips once more.

Odette: I know for a fact this is going to get me into some hot water, but right now I couldn’t give a flying fuck, I was going stir crazy and this needed to be said… all of this.

The Rydernites cheer while the mass start to boo Odette once again.

Odette: They say that silence is golden; they say that silence is the only response someone can give when they don’t have an answer… when they don’t have a reason or when they don’t have the motivation.

Looking up at the fans Odette swallows hard before continuing.

Odette: Motivation, it’s hard to have motivation when you’re bored… when you feel unchallenged, unopposed… putting me in the tag team scene has just made my decision that much easier… in two super cards time… I Odette Nicole Ryder will be hanging up my boots… UNLESS someone out there can prove to me that there is something worth staying for and fighting for.

Adams: WHAT THE HELL?!

Simone: She can’t be serious?

Odette: So ladies of SCW I issue you this, if you THINK you can beat me and get me to stay in SCW… by all means enlighten me… hell I’ll even make this easier for you… you can pick the match type, I need to be challenged… so give me your best shot, give me something to want to hold on for… If I stay undefeated in singles competition in two super cards time, that’s it… I’m done… because I have nothing left to prove, nothing left to gain, nothing left to fight for… but IF I get beaten then for shits and giggles, I’ll stay on…

Letting out a slight chuckle Odette smiles out into the crowd

Odette: so Mark, Christian and Erik… consider this my pending resignation.

Without another thing said Odette drops the microphone harshly to the ring canvas and “Don’t stay” slams over the personal address system.

Simone: Odette has lost her mind…

Adams: The bosses are NOT going to be happy with this…

The scene then fades to the back.




Simon Jones is sitting in a dressing room, having already changed into his usual ring attire of royal-blue trunks and knee pads, and black boots, as well as wearing a black t-shirt; conspicuously, there is additional strapping on his left knee, beneath the knee pad. Simon is reading a book, when he is approached by Pussy Willow.

PW: Excuse me, Simon. May I ask you a question about your match tonight?

Simon puts the book down, to look at Pussy Willow.

Simon: Ask away.

PW: Well, what I'd like to know is, after what happened to you last week, what condition is your knee in?

Simon glances towards his left knee, and then looks back to Pussy Willow.

Simon: I stated a few days ago that I expected I would need to wear extra support for my knee, and as can clearly be seen, that has proved to be the case. No doubt some people will think that this strapping acts as a bullseye, showing Goth exactly which part of my body he should attack, but then, everyone got to see what Casey Williams did to me seven days ago, so Goth shouldn't need me to indicate to him where the chink in my armour is.

PW: But what chance do you and Roxi Johnson have of defeating Goth and Gothika, when you are not at one hundred percent?

Simon looks at his knee again, as he raises his left foot and stretches his leg, straightening it; he then bends his knee and puts his put foot back on the floor, before looking back at Pussy Willow.

Simon: When I'm in the ring, I'm always in with a chance. The pain in my knee has subsided to the point where I'm now able to walk again - just about; still, don't expect to see me attempt a shooting star press, or anything similar. If I do lose, then I promise I won't use my knee as an excuse. But I also promise that I have no intention of losing, or of letting Roxi down. Whatever the result though, by the time it is over, Goth will certainly know that he has been in a contest.

PW: Do you have anything else that you'd like to say?

Simon: Actually, I do have something else that needs to be said - to Casey Williams.

Simon turns to look directly towards the camera.

Simon: Casey, I'll keep this simple. You want to be given an opportunity to compete for the SCW Heavyweight Championship? Well, I'm going to present you with a chance to show that you deserve such an opportunity. I can't allow what you did last Sunday to go unanswered, so I'm challenging you to a match for next week, on Climax Control.

Simon picks his book up and then looks at Pussy Willow again.

Simon: Now, if you'll please excuse me; Kevin Carter has just attempted to shoot himself in front of his wife.

PW: What?!

Simon chuckles to himself.

Simon: Oh, sorry. I didn't mean the man that Goth beat two weeks ago to win the heavyweight title - I was referring to a character in my book; I don't suppose most people would spend the final few moments prior to a match reading a crime novel, but then, I'm not most people. And unlike Kevin Carter - the real one, not the fictional one - I won't let Goth pin me.

The scene cuts away.




The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see GWA and AWA legend “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone walking around backstage with his wife Charlotte at his side; Steve is wearing some of his old GWA merchandise as SCW hasn’t produced a shirt for him.

Simone: Steve’s a legend and it’s a pleasure to have him in SCW.

Adams: But later on tonight he has a hell of a welcome in the form of Casey Williams!

Steve stops in his tracks and motions for Charlotte to do the same, he has a pretty serious look on his face though it’s unclear why.

Steve: Let me handle this Charlotte.

Charlotte nods and takes a step back, we finally see what Steve sees and its SCW’s Heavy Metal Bombshell and noted Steve Ramone fangirl Jessie Salco who’s talking to her boyfriend Shane about something.

Steve: Excuse me, your Jessie Salco aren’t you?

Jessie looks up and grins broadly when she sees Steve Ramone.

Jessie: Err, yeah that’s me, I’m a big fan of your GWA work Steve.

Steve: What a coincidence! I’m a big fan of your work!

Jessie’s jaw drops when she hears that.

Jessie: Seriously?!

Steve: Yep!

The only sound that comes out of Jessie’s mouth for the next few minutes can be roughly translated out too “Oh my god oh my god oh my god!” and not in a sexual manner either.

Shane: You’ll have to excuse her she was one of those girls who’d write creepy fanfiction about you back in the day.

Jessie eventually stops and glares at Shane.

Jessie: Shane, all I’m going to say to that is this. Enjoy sleeping on the couch for the rest of the year!

Steve: So you didn’t write Creepy Fanfiction about me?

Jessie: Katie did but not me!

Jake: I thought we agreed that we’d never mention that on camera?

Jake asked as he approached them, he grins and bro-fists Steve.

Jake: Good luck tonight, Jessie was in the New Xtremes with Casey and we know that he’s a tough bastard.

Steve: Thanks Jake, speaking of which I’m off to prepare for the match! See you around!

Steve walks off leaving Jessie and the others behind.

Steve: By the way, are you hitting Bloodstock next year?

Jessie: Damn right!

Steve: I’ll see you there!

Steve says before walking off.




The scene opens up backstage with Casey Williams pacing back and forth, and standing beside her is Ms. Rocky Mountains. She looks at Casey and asks him some questions.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Casey, I would like to know why you attacked Simon Jones last week?

Casey: Well, that is very simple. He ran his mouth about me losing to Ben Jordan in the last Pay Per View event, Massacre at Moncton. It is not like I had a title to lose, like Simon did at Summer

XTreme II. I made a statement to the world that I will no longer take shit from nobody.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I can understand that. While on the subject of Simon Jones, he issued a challenge to face you next week. What do you have to say?

Casey: He is on. I will destroy him then, just as I did last week.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I see. I know you have a match with Steve Ramone today. Any last words on Steve.

Casey: Of course. Steve, you saw what I am capable of doing. I mean, you saw last week what I did to Simon. That is just a glimpse of what I am capable of doing. I will do far worse to you. That is not a threat, but a promise.

The scene fades with Casey walking away.




Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit. Introducing first, from Queens, New York... “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone!!!

“Live it Up” by Airborne hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out with his wife Charlotte by his side as he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp, once they reach the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes before holding the middle rope down for his wife as they wait for “The Freight Train Of Pain” Casey Williams..

Justin: And his opponent...

The opening drums to Five Finger Death Punch's "I.M.Sin" 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.

"What a fucking poser, that's all you'll ever be!
Don't get any closer, or you'll meet the real me!
I am, who I am, you can't destroy me!
I am, what I am, you can't deny me!

Justin: ... from Nashua, New Hampshire...

I want out, but I could never surrender.
Try and break me down, but I won’t let you win.
You can call me out, but I know you’re a pretender.
You may think your god, but I know that I am sin!"

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

"I am SIN! I am SIN!
I am SIN! I am SIN!

Justin: ... “The Freight Train Of Pain” Casey Williams!!!

I won’t fucking buy it!
I never have and I never will!
Keep fucking trying!
I'm just waiting for the blood to spill!"

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 onto the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder. Drew Patton comes over, and gives some last minute instructions to “The Freight Train Of Pain” Casey Williams. He does a quick gear check before calling for the bell to start the match!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

Simone: It’s David versus Goliath in this matchup. Casey Williams is a full foot taller and outweighs Steve Ramone by almost TWO hundred pounds. They don’t call Steve “The Fearless One” for no reason though! He’s proven time and again that he won’t back down from a challenge.

Adams: Yeah, that’s true. But, they don’t call Casey “The Freight Train Of Pain” for nothing either. He runs people over with the force of a locomotive in full speed.

Casey Williams proves exactly that by turning Steve Ramone inside out with a thunderous clothesline to start the match! Casey holds down Steve with one hand for a cocky pin. Drew Patton drops down to make the count.

1!!!

Simone: NO! Shoulder up by Ramone! Casey Williams isn’t going to win this match with a lackluster cover like that!

Casey snarls at Patton for what he considers a slow count. Drew signals to Casey and the crowd that Steve had got his shoulder up. Casey turns his attention back to Steve Ramone. He paintbrushes him a couple of times before picking “The Fearless One” back to his feet. Casey has Steve by the hair. Casey loses focus for a split second by some shouting at ringside. Steve Ramone takes advantage by snapping off a hard right hand to the side of the jaw. Casey breaks his grip on the hair of Steve Ramone. “The Fearless One” follows up by throwing a beautiful dropkick into the chest of the big man that send him through the ropes and to the outside of the ring.

Adams: Ramone’s going to fly!

Steve runs towards the far ropes, and springs off gaining momentum. He leaps through the top and middle ropes crashing into Casey Williams, sending both men into the sand. Ramone slowly gets back to his feet, and climbs up onto the apron. He waits for Casey Williams to get back to his feet. He leaps onto the second rope, and springs backwards landing hard onto “The Freight Train Of Pain” with a beautiful moonsault. Drew Patton is up to a count of four...

4!!!
5!!!

Casey begins to stir.

6!!!

Steve Ramone slides under the bottom rope, and back into the ring.

7!!!

Casey grabs the bottom rope, and pulls himself to his feet.

8!!!

9!!!

Casey rolls into the ring, just before the ten count.

Simone: And this match continues!!!

Steve Ramone is back to his first. He makes his way over to Casey Williams...

Simone: HEY!!!!

Casey blinds Steve Ramone temporarily by tossing a fist full of sand in his face. Steve swings wildly, but hits nothing but the evening air. Casey quickly gets back to his feet.

Simone: HUGE CHOP FROM CASEY!

Adams: OW! He’s going to feel that later even more I bet.

Simone: HE’S CALLING FOR THE KISS OF DEATH!!!

Thanks to Casey Williams yelling it out, Ramone is able to duck under Casey’s signature punch!

Adams: FEARLESS SHOT!

Casey Williams crashes to the mat from the impact of leather on chin. Ramone looks down at the fallen giant, but hesitates to go for the cover. The crowd roar in approval as Ramone points to the top turnbuckle. Ramone climbs the turnbuckles, and points down at “The Freight Train Of Pain”. Steve leaps high in the air, twisting in the air before coming crashing down on top of Casey Williams!

Simone: WHAT FEAR?!

Drew Patton drops down to count the pinfall as Steve Ramone hooks both legs.

1!!!

2!!!

3!!!

Adams: He’s done it! Steve Ramone has derailed “The Freight Train Of Pain”!

Justin: Your winner of the match... “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone!!!




Opening up backstage the cameras find Odette standing in front of a mirror fixing up her makeup, storming up behind her, Misty her tag team partner can be seen.

Misty: Are you out of your fucking mind?

Looking up at the mirror Odette can be seen smirking at Misty via her reflection.

Odette: Now is that any way to talk to your tag team partner?

Turning side on to face Misty, the Aussie Bombshell uses her right index finger to apply some lip gloss to her lips as Misty stands there fuming.

Misty: What the hell was that out there?

Rolling her emerald eyes Odette sighs.

Odette: You know, just business… but hey… I gave you a good wrap, consider it as me on my best behaviour.

Winking at Misty Odette smirks as Misty takes a step up towards her.

Misty: You’re unbelievable you know that right, did you even stop to think about what this means for our tag team championships?

Odette returns the favour stepping up closer to Misty, the two getting up in each-others personal space.

Odette: Oh yeah I thought about it, I thought long and hard about how awesome it’s going to be to retire as one half of the Bombshell tag team champions… going out with my first belt, does seem fitting.

Misty rolls her eyes and crosses her arms across her chest.

Misty: Why am I not surprised that you only thought of yourself?

Odette: Hey now, don’t be throwing stones…

After those words leave Odette’s lips Misty’s face lights up.

Misty: Who would have thought that you, could be a little bit like me?

Odette bites down on her bottom lip before taking another step up to Misty.

Odette: I am NOTHING like you don’t even think about comparing yourself to me… what this is between us Misty is a forced partnership, so unless you’re here to challenge me… which I advised against you doing, because I would absolutely love to kick your arse again… I’d hate to see your reformed mended heart get broken up into a million and one pieces again.

Misty: O…

Misty goes to say something but Odette cuts her off.

Odette: Stay out of my business, if anything consider yourself lucky… I even gave you notice.

Turning away from Misty Odette grabs her championship title and walks off leaving Misty who has a slight smirk on her face.




We pan out away from the set of Climax Control just enough to catch the bronzed Adonis, Giani Di Luca, who is lounging in a beach chair, soaking in the sun as if his skin could handle much more. He sips on a mojito, savoring the relaxing ambience. However, the attempt at relaxation is cut short when James Huntington-Hawkes III comes running up to him in an angry rage. Giani scoffs as he slowly pulls his sunglasses down to stare at James.

JHHIII: Get away from me you disgusting creature! I swear, these people don’t respect boundaries!

Giani rolls his eyes as he sees “Stoner” Scott Oliver trying to keep up with the high speed James. James nearly crashes into Giani’s chair, sending sand flying in his general direction. Giani brushes it off as James tries hiding behind Giani who puffs out his chest, clearly up to something.

Giani: Are ya serious bro? They couldn’t even send the dumb, big chested one? Or the smart, bigger chested one? We get stuck with the guy who smells like the Island of Jamaica?

Stoner: What’s up with all of the questions? I thought that was my job, unless this is, like, opposite day where you interview me? That rocks so hard, bro…

Giani does his signature laugh as he shakes his head, slowly standing up from his seat. He walks over to Stoner who is fixing his hair in the camera, getting ready for his spotlight moment. He extends the microphone out to Giani who yanks it from his hands. He raises it nonchalantly toward his lips.

Giani: Yeah, so the world is dyin’ to know… Are ya naturally retarded, or just smoked retarded? Nobody cares about “Stoner” Scott Oliver, not even as an interviewer. Nobody cares what ya think cause it’s probably somethin’ messed up like how a cat turd looks like a mini dog turd. Ya get where I’m goin’ with this?

Stoner: Uhhhh… no because you just totally blew my mind with that one. It’s so true, isn’t it?

Giani looks as if he is confused by Stoner’s response. He shakes his head as James’ mouth drops open in surprise. Giani sputters out what sounds like a weird mixture of syllables that don’t amount to words before he stops himself.

JHHIII: I’m scared of his stupidity and poorness because when it oozes that much, we are bound to catch it! SIMPSON!

Giani: No! I mean, I don’t know. I never thought that deeply about turds before!

Stoner: But you are the one who brought it up. Anyway, next question please!

Giani: I’m not going to ask you any questions, dawg! I don’t know where you even got that idea. Me and James are the superstars here. We are the ones with the tag gold. You’re just some pathetic loser who thinks he’s important cause he talks to people like us in front of a camera so people might actually think you was cool. I mean, how the fuck do ya even still have a job, cause honestly ya suck at it. Let me pull double duty here…

Giani leans over in Scott’s direction, purposely knocking him down to the ground with a shoulder check. He gets an absent stare on his face as he flutters his eyelids.

Giani: “So, uhhh… like, how do ya feel about having to face two deadbeats who are only even relevant cause they walk around with a stuffed bear who has twice as high of an I.Q. as both of them combined, and the most ditzy bombshell on the roster?”

Giani switches back, rubbing his chin as if he were deep in thought. Without much of a break between dialogue, Giani begins speaking, using his hands to express his “intellectual” input on the matter.

Giani: Well fuck, it feels Earth shattering, honestly. I didn’t realize there was anyone out there who made Jamie Staggs look like a rocket scientist, yet we got two of them at the next Supercard.

JHHIII: Yeah! They are both so stupid that… Ummmm, they probably call nicoise salad “tuna” like there wasn’t a difference. Am I right?

Giani opens his mouth to respond, but simply rests his palm against his forehead, shaking his head from side to side miserably. He groans a long, low growl as he looks over to James.

Giani: Really, bro? Really? Let me handle this. Even though you are one of the coolest people in SCW, trash talkin’ isn’t ya strong point… Anyway, as I was sayin’… The guyliner crew got nothin’ on me and James. They was the champs in the past. That’s exactly where they belong. People like me and James are tryin’ to prove that we are serious wrestlers, but it’s hard to do when we keep gettin’ thrown into matches with jokes like them. The sad part is that they don’t have the common sense to just die out like Jamie Staggs. They keep goin’ on like they don’t realize nobody cares about them anymore. But it is probably cause Christian Underwood is so far up the Seven Deadly Sins’ asses that they think they matter. Bring on the challenge, boys… Me and James will bring it twice as hard and prove that this is the new era. Now if you will excuse us, James here has a match to get ready for, and I just gotta see how this one goes.

Giani reaches his hand down toward Stoner to assist him up which comes to his own amazement. He reaches his hand out toward Giani, who quickly moves his hand up, running it over his perfectly styled hair. He chuckles as he kicks sand in Stoner’s face. James lifts his nose up in the air and follows suit with a loud “Hmph!” He kicks a smaller bit of sand into Stoner’s face as they both disappear.




Justin: Ladies and gentleman our following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Bombshell singles match!

Here Come The Boom by POD starts to play throughout the sound system and the fans erupt in a loud pop.

Simone: One of SCW's newest Bombshells making her debut this week, coming over from ACW.

Adams: Woohooo! More Bombshells!

Justin: Introducing first from Dallas Texas...Weiging in at 143bs...TRACI PATTERSON!

Traci Patterson appears from behind the curtain as the fans cheer her on. She heads down to the ring confidently, exchanging high fives and slapping the fan's hands along the way, before she slide in under the bottom rope and heads to the center of the ring as her music dies down and she waits for her opponent to enter.

The throbbing beat of You're Going Down by Sick Puppies.

Justin: And her opponent..From Ottawa Ontario, Canada...Weighing in at 128lbs...VIXEN!

Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring.

Adams: Spike Staggs is the luckiest man alive.

Simone: I sure hope your wife didn't hear that.

Adams: If she did, I'll probably be sleeping on the sofa again!

Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and backflips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade.

Traci and Vixen stand about a foot away from one another, with referee Jacob Summers standing between the two. Both ladies seem amped and ready to go and Jacob calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

In a display of good sportsmanship, both ladies share a quick handshake, and when Vixen goes to release it, Traci doesn't let go. She holds on, then whips Vixen into the ropes. Vixen rebounds back, and Traci attempts the clothesline but Vixen ducks, and bounces of the opposite set of ropes. Vixen flies at Traci, nailing her with a hard right forearm and both ladies crash to the mat. Vixen goes for a quick cover and Jacod drops down.

1..
2..Traci gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Vixen looking to end this one quick, but Traci had other plans.

Adams: I don't know who I want to see win this one more!

Both women quickly get back to their feet and Vixen tries to take charge. She grabs Traci by her long blonde locks, delivering a series of hard rights. After a few punches, Vixen whips Traci into the corner, then takes a few steps back. Vixen runs and charges at Traci, then leaps at her, but Traci ducks it and Vixen collides with the corner. Traci spins around and delivers a knee to Vixen's back, then spins the NXT Bombshell around.

Simone: Traci has a lot to prove tonight. This is her debut here in SCW and beating a seasoned veteran would put the other Bombshells on notice.

Adams: Vixen is no easy feat though! She's one tough cookie! Former military and all...

Traci delivers knee after knee to Vixen's midsection before she lifts her up, placing her on the top rope. Traci steps up to the second rope, delivering a few more hard rights, before she looks around the crowd with a smile. They cheer her on and a few seconds later sends Vixen flying with a hurricanrana off the top rope!

Adams: What a move by Traci!

Simone: And she's going for the cover!

Traci quickly rushes over to the fallen Vixen and covers her. Jacob drops down.

1..
2..
3-NO! Vixen kicks out!

Traci doesn't seem to happy as she slams her hand down on the mat, insisting it was a three count, but Jacob says otherwise. Traci then jumps over Vixen, showing her frustration as she starts slamming her head into the mat and tries delivering more punches, but Vixen has her hands covering her face protectively, waiting for the right moment.

Adams: I love the Bombshells when they are angry...

Jacob warns Traci to slow down, but Traci doesn't and Jacob then forces Traci back to her feet, giving Vixen the opportunity she needs. She rolls forward grabbing Traci's ankle, and takes her down to the mat, then locks in an ankle lock! Traci quickly grabs the bottom rope, and before Jacob can order Vixen to break the hold, Vixen drags her away, and to the center of the ring. She locks the ankle locke in tighter. Traci is in agony and Jacob drops down to see if she wants to submit, but she continues to shake her head no.

Simone: Traci is in trouble here! Vixen has that ankle locked on tight and she could break her ankle!

Adams: That wouldn't be a good debut at all.

Traci fights and screams for about a minute, refusing to give up. She slowly fights through the pain and manages to roll herself over, countering the ankle lock, and she delivers a hard kick to Vixen's stomach. Vixen doesn't release the hold at first, so Traci kicks again and again, until she breaks the hold and stumbles back, and Traci quickly crawls to the corner, holding her ankle. She moves it around trying to get feeling back into it, and she pulls herself to her feet, though she puts more weight on her good ankle as she limps around. The two women charge at each other, though Traci is a bit clumsy because of the pain in her ankle. Vixen goes to deliver a spinning heel kick, but Traci manages to catch her leg at the last second, holding on to it.

Adams: Both women are limping now! Traci has a bad ankle and she has a hold of Vixen's leg! This is interesting.

Simone: I'm not sure what is...Wait a minute!

As both women hop on one leg, Traci wraps her arm around Vixen's neck, while keeping a hold of her leg. A few seconds later, she lifts Vixen into the air then brings her crashing down in a sit out chokeslam powerbomb!

Simone: Heart of Texas! Traci just delivered the Heart of Texas!

Adams: She's going for the pin!

Traci covers Vixen and Jacob drops down for the count.

1..
2..
3!!! Jacob calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Ladies and Gentleman your winner by pinfall....TRACI PATTERSON!

Traci gets back to her feet, still favoring her one ankle, as Jacob raises her hand in victory.




Opening up backstage we find Gabriel and Odette, the fans cheer for Gabriel but the sight of Odette brings forth a mixed reaction. Gabriel is standing behind Odette his arms wrapped around her tiny waist, resting his chin on her shoulder he whispers into her ear.

Gabriel: So am I going to feel the wrath of Odette tonight as well?

Turning to her side Odette looks at Gabriel from the corner of her eye.

Odette: Don’t be silly I love you.

A warm smile glows on both of their faces as Gabriel whispers deeply into her ear

Gabriel: oh… damn.

Odette: You seem disappointed?

Turning around in his arms Odette now faces Gabriel, giving him a small kiss on the lips.

Gabriel: I’m a lot of things right now, but disappointed isn’t one of them.

Raising her right eyebrow at him Odette smirks up at him, biting her bottom lip into her mouth as Gabriel presses her into him more.

Odette: Care to share?

Gabriel ducks his head down and smiles towards his future bride.

Gabriel: Surprised, amazed, proud, grateful… incredibly… tit-i-llated.

Looking down at he ripped NXT top that was showing off her crystallized bra underneath Gabriel smirked. Smacking him playfully on the arm Odette rolled her tongue over her bottom lip.

Odette: and I’m the bad one?

Gabriel: How are you not naughty? Those pants, that shirt, that very heated speech out there…

Odette’s face slightly dropped after Gabriel brought up her speech, pulling her in closer so the camera couldn’t see her face anymore Gabriel was shielding her.

Gabriel: Hey, they won’t stay mad at you for long, they just need some time to adjust that they might be losing the best bombshell this company as ever seen…

Odette didn’t respond, so Gabriel just wrapped his arms around her tighter and then scene faded to black.




The scene opens in the makeshift backstage area on the Cane Garden Bay beach, where we see Amy sitting alone on a packing crate after recently returning from the US mainland, as she watches and scopes outs some of the wrestlers who had joined from ACW. As the next match was about to begin, her view of the TV was obscured by Necra, as she steps in front of Amy.

Amy: You are in my way.

Amy said as she doesn't blink and shifts her weight to get another view of the TV.

Necra: I am sorry about last week.

Amy just glared and leant forward as we see the bruise on Amy's face from the 'accidental' punch from Necra.

Amy: Like you are sorry for turning against me. Save it Necra… I’m not interested. Now if you excuse me...

Sliding off the packing crate, Amy begins to walk away from Necra, however, Necra grabs Amy. Her dark eyes seem to shimmer in the bright light of the area.

Necra: Look I went to hit Roxi, but she moved, and by the time I realized you were in the way, and she had moved, my fist was in your face. I know you don't trust me and last week didn't help it any, but...

Necra sighs, knowing that Amy wouldn't believe her. She goes to walk away and stops.

Necra: If you want to beat Roxanne at her own game then we have to work together.

Amy shook her head; she knew that Roxanne was going to be tough to beat, as she had already found that out last week, however, some help wouldn’t help. Turning to face Necra.

Amy: Look, I will accept the help but you will have to earn my trust, however…

Before Amy could finish her words, Roxanne appears with Electra Blaze and Boy in tow.

Roxanne: Awww, isn’t this just “Lifetime Movie of the Week” special…?

Before Amy and Necra could react, Roxanne dives at Necra, who in turn collides with Amy, sending Amy to ground. Meanwhile Roxanne starts to stomp on Necra. Necra tries to fight back, and Ex and Sothren round the corner, as Necra grabs Roxanne's foot, and pushes her back into the wall behind her. Amy and Necra seem to put their differences aside momentarily as they gang up on Roxanne. Both women keep her against the wall, while her pets are held up by Sothren and Ex. Roxanne swings wildly at both smaller women, getting a few good shots before they begin stomping her down to the ground.

Roxanne: It seems… fighting two on one is… becoming your STYLE!

With that, Roxanne powers out, ramming them both into the wall in a desperate attempt to gain ground. Necra falls, but Amy swings right back at her. The two go at it until Necra swings at Roxanne with nearby florescent lightbulb, cracking it over her head and sending her down to the ground. Amy and Necra take a few good shots, laughing together before Amy spits on Roxanne. Both ladies walk off, Necra calling off Sothren and Ex. They release Electra and Boy who immediately come to Roxanne’s aid.




Backstage we find Seven Deadly Sins member, the Sin of Wrath, Rage standing outside one of the dressing areas. He's all by himself, as Synn has already escorted Gabriel and Despayre to the ring for their match. Rage looks rather bored, and annoyed, as he watches the television monitor waiting for Gabriel and Despayre's match to start. As he is standing there minding his own business, SCW Co-Owner, Christian Underwood, walks up to him. Because Christian is the one who suspended him five months ago, Rage glares at him for a moment, but turns his attention back to the television monitor.

Christian: Just the man I was looking for. You and I need to have a little chat.

Rage moves his eyes and glares at him again, but he says nothing. He continues to give Christian the cold shoulder.

Christian: Alright then perhaps you should just listen to what I have to say to you.

Christian turns and shuts off the television, and this doesn't do anything to help Rage's mood. Rage cracks his neck before turning his attention to Christian, but again, he says nothing.

Christian: I'd like to remind you that I was the one who suspended you back in April, but you seem to have forgotten that little tid bit of information.

Rage: I haven't forgotten shit. You think I'd be sitting on my ass or just standing around week after week if I'd forgotten?

Christian: Fair point, but answer this. If you haven't forgotten that I was the one who suspended you, why have you been walking around the past couple of weeks complaining that your suspension hasn't been lifted yet because Mark is the only one who can do so? Mark is NOT the only one who can make that decision.

Rage's nostrils flare, but he lets out an angry laugh.

Rage: You expect me to believe that shit? If you had any say in--

Christian: Keep speaking to me with that attitude and your suspension will never be lifted and I'll have no choice but to ban you from all future shows.

Rage closes his eyes and clearly bites his tongue, stopping himself from saying anything further.

Christian: Now, I don't know why you've suddenly decided to pick a fight with Mark now, but I'm strongly advising you to change your mind.

Rage: Not gonna happen. I have my reasons, and sooner or later, I'll get my way. I'm going to get him in the ring one-on-one.

Christian: Why everyone wants to face him so badly is beyond me, but that is your decision. Being suspended is the least of your worries, Rage, and if you attack Mark again, unprovoked, it's not me you'll have to worry about.

Rage: I'm not afraid of Mark Ward. He should be afraid of me, and you know it.

Christian laughs with a shake of his head.

Christian: If you think so, but don't say I didn't warn you. As of right now, you're suspension is officially lifted. Don't make me regret this decision, and if I were you, I'd think twice about provoking Mark from here on out.

Christian pats Rage on his shoulder, then turns and walks away. Rage stands there for a moment with a blank look on his face, before a menacing smile grows on his face and he lets out an evil laugh. He doesn't even turn the television monitor back on to watch Gabriel and Despayre's match, but instead heads off towards the backstage entrance.




The lights get dark on Cane Garden Bay and the crowd quiet's down as the beginning guitar riff of Metallica's 'It's Electric' begins to blare over the sandy Tortola beach. The crowd gets to their feet as the guitars hit their fill and the lyrics kick in.

“I'm gonna be a rock 'n' roll star
Gotta groove from night to day
Gotta blow my honey jar
Gotta blow my blues away"

Just then Jason Jett and his younger brother Jeremy Jett run in from the backstage area. Both men are wearing multicolored long tights with the words “FLYING JETTS” across their rear. Jason runs in full speed and so does his brother Jeremy, who is has one arm raised in the air with his index finger pointing to the sky.

Justin: Introducing first, they are the Masters of the Skills, the Seekers of the Thrills, the Sovereigns of Beverly Hills! They are Jeremy and Jason, they are the Flying Jetts!

"I'm gonna make a stand, gonna make a million
Gonna make it with you
I'm gonna be right my friend
I'm gonna push it through"

Both men run full speed toward the ring and jump on to the apron. Jason runs along the apron to the opposite turnbuckle as Jeremy shakes the top rope in high-energy fashion. In unison, they climb opposite turnbuckles and raise their arms to the crowd. Jason dives into a rolling somersault as Jeremy dives and lands on his feet. They psych each other up in the center of the ring as they wait for their opponents to be announced.

Justin: and their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Synn ... and Angel! At a total combined weight of 426 pounds, they are the team of Gabriel and Despayre -- Sinful Obsession!

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

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

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

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

The group begins their descent down the ramp and towards the squared circle as the multitude of fans reach out to them on all sides. Gabriel slaps a hand or two along the way but his intent is solely on the ring ahead while Despayre holds Angel's paws and uses them to slap the hands reaching out to him, avoiding the touch himself. Synn hops up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for both of his men to step through and then sets foot inside himself. Synn then takes both men and escorts them to center ring where the lights dim down. He then sets foot in front of them and points right at the pair and an explosion of red pyros go off.

Synn then brings Gabriel and Despayre back to their corner to wait for the start of the match.

Ding, Ding, Ding.

The bell rings to begin the match and has decided to be the first entrant in the match taking on new Sin City Wrestling super star Jeremy Jett. Jeremy and Despayre lock up in the centre of the ring but it doesn’t last very long as Jeremy makes light work, pushing the smaller Despayre off him. Despayre stumbles back into the ropes but doesn’t fall to the canvas in fact the Seven Deadly Sins member comes racing back in like a bull charging at a red flag. Jeremy is ready for him tho as he scoops Despayre up in his arms and makes light work of tossing Despayre with a massive scoop slam. Despayre is holding his back in pain while Synn and Gabriel are watching on concerned.

Adams: Poor Despy, he needs to try and work out how to bring this big guy down and fast.

Simone: impressive moves from Jeremy Jett here so far.

Jeremy Jett dives down and goes for a quick and cheeky pin.

1…
2…

NO! Despayre gets the shoulder up and wiggles free from underneath Jeremy. Despayre leaps to his feet and runs towards the ropes, using them as a driving force the unpredictable Despayre launches into Jeremy it looks as if he is going for a flying attack but in mid-air Despayre catches Jeremy’s head and neck and drives the Flying Jett’s member face first into the hard canvas, with a modified face crusher. Despayre springs up and while Jeremy is down the Sin of Envy uses the ropes as a springboard and comes crashing down with a tremendous corkscrew leg-drop. The fans on the sandy beach of Tortola go crazy as Despayre looks over to Synn and smiles, as Synn gives him an approving nod.

Adams: Look at Synn looking like a proud Papa!

Simone: Should I tell him you called him a Papa?

Adams: Umm… No!

Back up to his feet once more Despayre gives the bigger guy a swift kick to the side, rolling Jeremy over to his back. Despayre takes off like lightning once again this time comes in for a rolling thunder but Jeremy gets his knees up and Despayre crashes into them. Despayre rolls off of Jeremy and the debuting super star rolls over and slowly starts to stagger to his feet. Jeremy makes it a standing position but takes a second to catch his breath.

Simone: Despayre misses with the rolling thunder!

Adams: He looks like he’s in a world of pain Belinda.

Despayre starts to make it up to his feet but is knocked down with a standing dropkick that lands directly on the side of his face. Getting up a bit quicker this time Jeremy grabs onto a handful of Despayre’s hair and drags him up to his feet, scooping him up Jeremy goes for a power-slam crushing Despayre to the canvas. Jeremy goes for the cover.

1…
2…

The pin is broke up by Gabriel who has run into the ring to help Despayre but the Magic man isn’t needed as Jeremy sees him flying into the ring and breaks the hold. Jeremy gets up and makes his way over to Gabriel tho two coming face to face, toe to toe. Jeremy pushes Gabriel who rocks backwards slightly but then launches forward pushing Jeremy back, Jeremy stumbles backwards and stumbles over Despayre who is on all fours.

Adams: BEST TAG TEAM MOVE EVER!!!

Gabriel leaves the ring as the referee is trying to contain Jason Jett who is livid on the outside. Despayre gets up and starts to walk over towards Gabriel looking to tag him in, but Jeremy grabs onto his foot and drags him back. Despayre kicks Jeremy’s hands away from his leg before driving on to him with a cross body splash, the referee see Jeremy shoulders are down and her quickly slides in to make a count.

1…
2…

NO! Jason Jett flies into the ring now but Despayre see him and as he comes in to dive onto Despayre, Despy is able to roll out of the way just in time allowing Jason to crash on top of his tag team partner. Despayre leaps up and tags in Gabriel who comes flying into the ring, grabbing hold of the back of Jason’s head Gabriel sends him flying over the top rope crashing to the sand below.

Simone: Gabriel’s not wasting his time here tonight.

Adams: He most likely wants to get back to his El Loco future wife.

Simone: JASON!

Adams: What?! She went a bit crazy out here before.

Gabriel turns around to focus on Jeremy but he’ meat with a atomic drop, Gabriel crumbles to the canvas and Jason Jett is seen bouncing up and down on the ring apron begging to be tagged in. Jeremy tumbles over to his partner and tags him in sending the SCW wild. Jason flies into the ring and is straight on the attack with a modified swinging neck breaker. Gabriel falls back to the canvas as Jason jumps back to his feet. Running towards the ropes the high flyer gains some speed and looks as if he is going to come crashing in with a leg drop but Gabriel rolls out of the way.

Adams: Splat!!!

Jason holds at his behind while Gabriel gets up and rapidly fires back with an Enziguri

Adams: Tides a changing Belinda!!

Gabriel gets back up, pulling Jason up by his long hair with him the two now in the centre of the ring Gabriel tries to lock Jason in for some type of power move but Jason Counters by pushing Gabriel away. Gabriel fires back with a stiff right hand, which is mirrored by a right hand of Jason’s to Gabriel. The two men go toe to toe in the centre of the ring punch for punch as they try and gain the upper hand. Jason stumbles backwards but powers back with two quick jabs.

Simone: I think someone watched the fight today.

Adams: Yeah Hawkes did!!

Jason gets sick of the back and forth and he charges Gabriel taking him down with a spear, the two scuffle on the canvas as Gabriel tries to wiggle free from Jason. Jason who is like a pit bull won’t give up in trying to-lock Gabriel in for an abdomen crusher. Gabriel slides himself across the canvas with Jason very firmly attached to him and grabs the ropes. The referee starts to make the count to five, Jason intelligently breaks the hold on the count of four.

Simone: Pushing the limits

Jason fires up to his feet dragging Gabriel up via his arm with him, he viciously arm drags Gabriel across the ring, as Gabriel crashes to the canvas Jason turns around and shows off proudly to his partner.

Adams: Turn around Jason!!!

Simone: Ummm

Adams: WAIT… don’t turn around Jason!

While Jason is soaking in the ambiance, Gabriel has popped back up to his feet and is now stalking the Flying Jetts member. Jason turns around and bam Gabriel hits him with a perfect “Believe this” Gabriel topples down on top of Jason and hooks the leg, while Despy runs into the ring to ward off Jeremy.

1…
2…
3…

Ding, Ding, Ding.

Justin: Here are your winners the team of Gabriel and Despayre…. SINFUUUUULLLL OBSSSSESSSSSIIIOOON!!




The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see Cyrus King standing backstage with a water bottle in his hand; he is wearing his new Cyrus King T-shirt as is his wife and manager Miranda who is standing with him.

Simone: Earlier this week Cyrus claimed that his challenge to Hawkes last week was an attempt to start his SCW Career off with a bang rather than a whimper.

Adams: And if he can win tonight he’ll do just that.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Excuse me, Cyrus King?

Cyrus looks up and sees one of the SCW Interviewers Ms. Rocky Mountains standing in front of him with a microphone in her hands.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I’m Ms. Rocky Mountains, I’m one of SCW’s interviewers, and can I have an interview with you?

Cyrus: Go ahead.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Later on tonight you are facing James Huntington Hawkes the III in your SCW Debut do you have any final thoughts?

Cyrus: Yes, I do, Hawkes it doesn’t take a genius with an IQ that could rival Einstein’s to realize that this match is not going to be pretty, once I’m done with you you’ll need to be scraped off the matt with a spatula before someone decides if your fit to defend the title at the next PPV and when I do my stock in this company will skyrocket! I have big plans for my career in SCW and Hawkes is just my foot in the door!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: And if Hawkes, somehow, beats you?

Cyrus: Like I said in my promo this week, if the kid somehow beats me I won’t hold it against him but if he beats me because his friends decided to help him then we’ll have a problem, I may have tricked him into agreeing to a No Holds Barred match against me but I will be ready for any dirty tricks they throw my way and if they do interfere, they’ll have an angry ex-marine to deal with!

Cyrus walks off leaving Ms. Rocky Mountains in the dust.

Simone: Strong words from Cyrus King.

Adams: I hope he wins, I bet my life savings on him winning!

Simone: That’s gotta be the dumbest decision I’ve ever heard.




The lights turn to a blue filter and we can hear the opening drums from “Burning Down The House” by the Used. The small crowd jumps to their feet and they begin to cheer as “Mr. Showtime” Drake Green steps out on to the stage. He lifts his arms up and down, motioning for the packed beach to get up on their feet and cheer.

Crowd: POP!

Adams: Tortola has never seen anything like Mr. Showtime!

Green, with a large smile, stands tall in a light gray suit, brown leather shoes, and an open collared pink button up shirt. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky 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
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy?
#Burning down the house

Adams: Last week when SCW was on Morningstar Beach in St. Thomas for Climax Control, Drake Green was viciously attacked by Hot Stuff's new hire, Tessa Flannigan

Simone: She really took it too him. Rumor has it that Drake suffered a mild concussion from the shot he took with that steel chair.

Adams: We'll see what Drake has to say as I'm sure he'll have some choice words for Flannigan and the boss, Hot Stuff Mark Ward.

Justin: Please welcome to the ring, he is The Man of the People…“Mr. Showtime”.. Drake Green!.

Drake trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way to the steel steps. He walks up 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 steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, motioning for the microphone. .

Drake: Helloooo Tortola!

Crowd: 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 showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am the guy that Mark Ward can't stop and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!

Crowd: Showtime!

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

Crowd: Showtime!

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

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake: That's what I'm talking about, Tortola. You know, Cane Garden Bay is truly a beautiful sight. I rented a small beach house this passed week. I did a lot of relaxing. Lots of soul searching. I laid out on the beach, eagerly awaiting the card for this week's Climax Control so I could continue my climb towards our greatest prize, the SCW Heavyweight Championship.

Crowd: POP!

Drake: I wondered who my opponent was going to be. Would it be Simon Jones?

Crowd: POP!

Drake: Maybe future Hall Of Famer Jordan Williams...

Crowd: POP!

Drake: Could it have been the only member of the SCW to pin my two shoulders to the mat in Nick Jones?

Crowd: BOO!

Drake: You can imagine when I got the phone call and was informed that for the second straight week I did not have a match. That the great people of Tortola would be robbed of watching the world's greatest Showstopper!

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

Drake raises his arms and quiets the crowd down a bit.

Drake: Thank you, thank you my people. But the sad truth is that there is only one reason why I've been left off the card two weeks in a row. It has nothing to do with my rumored injuries or the fact that there just isn't any room for another match. Apparently, you have to bend over and take it up the ass from Hot Stuff Mark Ward to get any where in this company.

Adams: Uh oh.

Simone: Hot Stuff is not going to like this.

Drake: It doesn't matter that I'm the best damn in-ring talent this company has. It doesn't matter that the people line up in longer lines to buy my t-shirts than to buy tickets. It doesn't even matter how much you all chant my name...

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

Drake: The truth of the matter, if I'm not kissing Mark's ass than I'll be left out in the cold getting a chair in the face from whatever skank he's got following him around.

Crowd: POP!

Drake: It's all-

Drake is interrupted when 'Midnight/Tornado' by Skid Row blares out over the PA System.

Adams: Here we go.

Hot Stuff walks out on to the stage with the ever slutty Tess Flannigan at his side.

HS: Ya know mate, I've just been sitting in the back and listening to you whine about me and how you ain't getting a fair shake. You was complaining about not getting a match. You know what ya gotta do, Drake. Even after you turned me down twice, I'm such a generous fella that I'm gonna reach out with that olive branch and offer it again. All ya gotta do is walk up here and stick that hand out and was like nothin ever happened.

Adams: Don't do it, Drake! It's a trick!

Simone: He's gotta do it! He doesn't have a choice!

Drake: Mark...how 'bout I walk up there and stick my foot straight up your limey ass!

Crowd: POP!

HS: Now, Drake. You know what happened last week.

Inside the ring, Drake throws his microphone down and rips off his jacket, throwing toward one of the ring posts. He gets himself into a fighting position and starts to yell up the ramp at Hot Stuff, motioning for him to come down to the ring.

Drake: Come on! I'm standing right here! I'm standing right here!

Hot Stuff and Tessa smile at Drake.

Adams: Drake watch out!

Drake slowly turns around to see Max Burke lunging at him.

SMACK!

Adams: Oh come on!

Burke slams his SCW Roulette title belt into the face of Green and Drake drops to the mat, blood starting to pour out of his forehead. Max throws his belt over his shoulder and leans in to Drake.

Burke: Show's canceled, bitch!

Adams: This isn't right. Some one has to step in here.

Simone: Anytime you feel like it...

Adams: I meant someone else Belinda!

Hot Stuff and Tessa walk down to the ring and step up the steps and get inside. Ward shakes Max Burke's hand and then crowd shows their displeasure.

Crowd: BOO!

Hot Stuff walks over to Drake and leans over him.

HS: No one says no to me. You understand that? I don't care how good you think you are. This is Sin City Wrestling and your ass belongs to me. I'll do whatever whenever I want and no pretty boy is gonna try to tell me otherwise.

Hot Stuff drops the microphone on the near passed out Green as he, Tessa, and Max Burke head back up the ramp toward the backstage area.

Adams: This is getting out of hand. Why won't someone step in here?

Simone: No one wants to cross Hot Stuff and can you blame them? Look what he's doing to Drake.

Adams: I guess you're right, but I still don't like it.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a No Holds Barred Street Fight.

Adams: Did he really call this a contest?

Simone: Err, yeah, why?

Adams: Because that would imply that Hawkes has a chance.

The lights dim down a little and the opening to Maroon 5's "Moves like Jagger" starts to play. The fan's look towards the entrance ramp as two beautiful women walk out from the backstage area and stands either side of the entrance ramp. A huge man with a bald head, Simpson, appears at the top of the ramp, wearing a suit; he is accompanied by Giani Da Luca who is practically dragging Hawkes to the ring.

Crowd: KING'S GONNA KILL YOU! KING'S GONNA KILL YOU!

Justin: Introducing first, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at 155lbs James Huntington Hawkes the III!

Adams: Can we just go ahead and call this child abuse? Because that’s pretty much what it is?

Simone: Do you want to say that Cyrus’s face?

Adams: Good point.

Hawkes makes it down to the ring and reassures Giani and Simpson that he isn’t going to run if he’s let go, Giani lets him go and predictably Hawkes bolts up the entrance ramp.

Simone: He knows that Cyrus is going to come out soon right?

Adams: I thought he was married to Miranda?

Simone: Not what I meant!

Hawkes makes it halfway up the ramp…..and stops in his tracks as the intro to “Walk With Me In Hell” begins to blare over the PA system and after the vocals start Cyrus comes out with his wife by his side, Cyrus stands at the top of the ramp shaking his head “no” as he motions the much smaller Hawkes to turn around and start walking to the ring.

Justin: His opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 280lbs and being accompanied by his wife Miranda, making his SCW debut Cyrus King!

Adams: Good god, the weight difference isn’t even close!

Simone: Neither is the height difference, hell Miranda’s taller than Hawkes!

Cyrus starts marching towards Hawkes with Miranda not far behind him as Hawkes dives into the ring to get away from him, Simpson and Giani get in Cyrus’s face and he pauses.

Cyrus: Stay out of the match and I won’t have to pin three men at once tonight.

Simone: Why do I get the feeling that Hawkes would be on the bottom of that pile.

Adams: Speaking of Hawkes here he comes……very, very slowly!

It’s clear that Hawkes is going for a suicide dive of some kind, problem is that he’s taking forever to run to the ropes, by the time Hawkes is in mid jump Cyrus has moved out of the way and he eats a mouthful of sand.

Adams: is there a Guinness Book of Records attempt for “Slowest Suicide Dive”?

Simone: If there isn’t Hawkes just set that record.

Cyrus just shakes his head before grabbing Hawkes by his trunks and throwing him into the ring with one arm, Cyrus follows him in and Drew Patton calls for that most dreaded opening bell of Hawkes’s career, Hawkes charges in and starts firing rights and lefts that don’t even phase Cyrus until Cyrus shoves him away, Hawkes charges in again……right into a big boot.

Simone: I think I saw Hawkes’s head land somewhere in the ocean.

Adams: If you want to go get it, go ahead! I can’t swim!

Cyrus goes for the first cover of the match 1…..2….and Hawkes somehow kicks out, Cyrus just shakes his head before pulling Hawkes to his feet……and getting a low blow for his troubles.

Simone: It was only a matter of time before Hawkes used those tactics.

Adams: It’s pretty much the only way that Hawkes stands a chance!

Giani quickly gets into the ring and once he checks on Hawkes the tag champs start stomping away at Cyrus, they pause briefly to pose for the crowd…..but take too long as Cyrus is back on his feet! Cyrus pokes Hawkes and Giani on their shoulders and Giani tries to fire a cheap shot only to be dumped to the outside by Cyrus who Hawkes subsequently locks in a sloppy looking sleeper hold on.

Simone: Does Hawkes really think this is going to work.

Adams: No but that might!

Giani slides into the ring as Cyrus is starting to fight out of the hold with a chair in his hand; Cyrus tries to duck the chairshot but instead gets leveled by it! Hawkes quickly goes for a cover 1….2…..and gets sent flying across the ring by Cyrus’s kickout.

Adams: AIRHAWKES!

Simone: And Cyrus is pissed.

Cyrus gets back to his feet and Simpson gets on the apron to distract Cyrus only to get punched off for his troubles but Hawkes hits Cyrus with another Low Blow allowing Giani to hit the big man with the Jersey Turnpike Pumphandle slam! Hawkes goes for a cover with Giani pinning him down 1….2…..and Cyrus still manages to send him flying with the kickout this time into Giani.

Simone: They can’t seem to keep Cyrus down!

Adams: Come on Cyrus, I bet my life-savings on you winning this match!

Giani and Hawkes slide out of the ring to get some breathing room whilst Cyrus gets to his feet, the camera moves in for a closer look as Hawkes talks with Giani and Simpson.

Hawkes: I want to get out of here!

Giani: But you challenged him!

Simpson: Actually Mr. Di Luca he was tricked into challenging him.

Hawkes: Exactly!

Cyrus: Hey Hawkes!

Hawkes looks up and his eyes widen as Cyrus leaps for a cross body to the outside, Giani and Simpson quickly get out of the way but Hawkes isn’t so lucky.

Cyrus: THAT’S how you do a suicide dive!

Simone: Is Hawkes even conscious?

Adams: I don’t know but we can check once he’s scraped off the beach floor!

Cyrus picks up Hawkes and gets back in the ring, before he can even go for a cover Simpson and Giani get on the apron and try to distract him, Miranda pulls Giani off the apron and Simpson gets clotheslined off the apron by Cyrus.

Simone: Cyrus is cleaning house!

Adams: Wait, what’s Hawkes doing?

Cyrus gets surprised by a roll-up by Hawkes 1….2….3!

Justin: Here’s your winner James Huntington Hawkes the III!

Simone: HAWKES WON!

Adams: My life-savings! NOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Hawkes quickly leaves the ring leaving a shocked Cyrus King.




The lights in the arena go out as the opening riffs of Halestorm's Freak Like Me begin to play throughout the sound system. As the music progresses, multicolored strobe lights flash around the arena, and moments later, Ruby emerges from backstage with Max Burke standing beside her, proudly displaying his Roulette Championship belt over his shoulder.

Simone: Oh geez...what do these two want?

Adams: If ever there was an odd pairing here in Sin City Wrestling...it is these two.

The two stand at the top of the ramp for a few moments, looking around the crowd and sneering at them as they are issued nothing but loud booing and taunting. Neither one seems to mind as they make their way to the ring. Max walks up the steps first, then holds the ropes open for his lady, if you can call her that. She gives him a smile then steps through the ropes, before she heads to the center of the ring. Max brings her a microphone, then stands next to her supportively.

Simone: This is so different to me. Normally Ruby is not the one to address the fans. She's usually out here in support of Misty.

Adams: I don't think she likes Misty much these days.

Ruby raises the microphone to speak, but the crowds booing almost drowns out the sound of her voice.

Ruby: Do you people think I care if you like me or not?!

Ruby glares around at them, but they only get louder with their booing. Ruby looks at Max and he nods his head, encouraging her to continue.

Ruby: Well, I do not! I am out here to settle a little issue that I've had the past few weeks, and personally, I think you people are going to be even more unhappy.

Ruby smirks, as does Max.

Ruby: A few weeks ago, my former Queen, Misty, decided to make a decision for me. She went behind my back and signed me to a contract in ACW, and she signed herself to a managerial contract there as well. Well, we all know---Would you people be silent while I'm trying to speak?!

As their booing continues, Ruby only grows more frustrated. Max walks up behind her, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder and whispering words of encouragement to her. She eases up a bit before she continues.

Ruby: We all know that my contract in ACW now means nothing, as Mr. Dixon was cheated out of the company he worked so hard for, and that vile waste of human flesh known as Mark Ward stole it from him! Now, after learning of this merger between ACW and SCW last week, I had fully planned on waiting a little longer before making a decision to bring my contract over to SCW. I felt as though I still had to progress my training a little further...

The crowd cheers, believing Ruby hasn't signed a contract yet, but Ruby looks to Max with a big grin and nods. He reaches into the pocket of his leather jacket, pulling up a folded pile of papers and handing it to her.

Ruby: Sorry to disappoint you all, but I was persuaded to change my mind! I hold in my hand the contract I just signed moments ago. Do you know what this means?

Adams: This means that Mark Ward and Christian Underwood have lost their minds.

The crowd boos, as Max looks at Ruby proudly and with a cocky grin.

Ruby: This means that I stand before you as the newest Bombshell on the SCW roster. This means that from this moment on, the Bombshell Division is in for a rude awakening.

Ruby looks towards the backstage, as if delivering a warning to each and every Bombshell in the back.

Ruby: This means that as of right now, the ENTIRE Bombshell roster is officially on notice! I don't care who you are or what you have accomplished thus far. That means nothing to me and it will all pale in comparison to what I have in store for each and every one of you. Ladies...I hope you're ready!

Ruby then drops the microphone down as she glares towards the back with a sick confidence. Max walks up behind her, once again holding the ropes open for her. She steps through to the apron and he follows her, dropping down to the outside. He lifts her down next to him, and they make their way to the backstage, once again ignoring all the booing




The camera cuts to Hot Stuff Mark Ward sitting behind his desk, drinking a scotch. He fiddles through some papers and chuckles to himself a bit as he does so. After a moment, a knock is heard on the door.

HS: Come in!

The door cracks open and in walks JJ Dixon, former owner and President of All-Pro Championship Wrestling. He is wearing an expensive looking gray suit, a white shirt and black tie, and his patented $3,000 Italian leather shoes. He stands there for a moment with his salt and pepper hair slick back, stroking his goatee. Annoyed after being ignored for a minute, he clears his throat.

JJ: Ehhem…

Hot Stuff looks up at JJ.

HS: JJ, how can I help you?

JJ: You tell me.

HS: Is that how ya speak to your new boss?

JJ stands there for a moment, burning a hole into Hot Stuff with his eyes.

JJ: My apologies. You wanted to see me?

Hot Stuff smiles.

HS: You wanted to see me….sir.

JJ’s eyes get even more narrow.

JJ: Again, my apologies. You wanted to see me, sir?

Hot Stuff smiles even wider as he stands up and walks around his desk.

HS: Yes, JJ. You see I was sitting there wondering what exactly I should do with you tonight. I was thinking, maybe I’d make the fella keep time. Or maybe I’d have him give Justin the night off and be a ring announcer for the night.

JJ: Will you just spit it out already, Mark. I don’t have all night.

Hot Stuff smiles a bit more. He turns around picks up a paper hat off of his desk and hands it to JJ.

JJ: What is this?

HS: That my Canadian friend is your new job for the evening.

JJ: I don’t get it.

HS: Here let me help you.

Hot Stuff unfolds the paper hat and sticks it on his head.

JJ: What are you doing?

HS: Hilda at the concession stand is waiting for you. I’m pretty sure she said ya’d be on the deep fryer all night. Might wanna change them $3,000 shoes.

JJ: This is unacceptable, Ward. I will not be made to look a fool like this.

JJ pulls off the paper hat and throws it back on to the desk. Hot Stuff’s smile quickly fades.

HS: Look you little arrogant arse. You belong to me now. If I tell you to go fry me some goddam fish ‘n chips then you go get frying. You wanna keep wearing those expensive suits and slickin’ yer hair back like a million bucks, eh? If you want that over inflated ACW paycheck you wrote yourself to keep coming then you better march on down there and fry away.

Hot Stuff picks up the paper hat again and holds it out for JJ to take.

HS: Are we clear?

JJ: Loud and, Mark.

JJ takes the hat out of Hot Stuff’s hand.

HS: Good. Now go and make me some damn food.

Hot Stuff points toward the door with an angry look on his face. JJ nods, ever so slightly, and then heads out of the office with his down just a bit. The smile comes back over Mark Ward’s face.

HS: Now, where was I?

He walks back around the desk and sits down in his chair. He picks up his papers again and begins to shuffle through them once more.




Justin: The following contest is for the Bombshell Tag Team Championship. Introducing first, the challengers....

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.

Justin: From Jersey Shore, New Jersey. Weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds, she is Joanne Canelli!

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 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.

Justin: And her partner, from Damascus, Syria.

Dale Oliver's "Arabic Dancer" begins to play over the speakers of the building and the crowd boos as the Syrian Bombshell, Parand Ara, steps out onto the top of the stage with supreme confidence.

Justin: Also weighing in at one hundred and thirty five pounds, she is Parand Ara!

She looks out at the fans briefly with obvious indifference towards their scorn and she begins her calm walk down toward the ring. If any hands reach out toward her, she pulls away, not desiring to be touched by the 'pigs' in the crowd. She arrives at ringside where she slowly climbs up the steps and enters between the top and middle ropes. She slowly removes her outer abaya and passes it to a ringside attendant before turning to face her partner.

Justin: And their opponents, introducing first....

The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "The World Belongs To Me" by My Darkest Days begins to play throughout the building.

Justin: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds, she is one half of the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions, she is Misty!

Several seconds into the music, Misty appears from backstage with her feisty red haired friend, Ruby, right beside her. Misty looks around the crowd, smiling as they cheer her on, before the two begin making their way to the ring. Once they get to the ring, Ruby walks up the steps first, with Misty following behind her, and she sits on the ropes, allowing her to step through first. Misty steps through the ropes, heading to the center of the ring, and Ruby joins her, speaking words of encouragement to her. Misty smiles confidently as she keeps her eyes on her opponents.

Justin: And her partner....

Simone: The woman with the sharp tongue tonight....

“Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe” as the spine tingling sounds of Linkin Park blares across the personal address system the SCW arena fills with darkness.

Justin: From Queensland, Australia, weighing in at one hundred and twenty six pounds. She is the other half of the SCW Bombshell tag team champions.... she is Odette Ryder!

The sound of mixed cheers and boos can be heard but majority of the male fans start hooting and hollering as they await the arrival of one of their favourite eye candy bombshells to emerge from behind the thick black stage curtain. As the lights start to flicker bright shades of blue, the curtain starts to open and slowly Odette’s dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp. Biting her bottom lip Odette surveys the crowded arena, whilst simply placing her hands down by her side. Starting her short journey down the cold steel ramp Odette adjusts her championship belt that’s draped over her shoulder. Sliding into the ring under the bottom rope the camera man can’t help but try to get a sneaky look down the front of Odette’s super tight top, noticing this Odette gives the camera a cheeky smirk. Jumping up to her feet she walks over towards the ropes, turning sharply just before reaching them, Odette hooks her arms around the top rope using the curves from her elbows. Pushing back on the ropes Odette’s piercing green eyes focus up towards her opponents as ‘Don’t stay’ fades from the PA system.

The referee calls for the bell

DING DING DING

Odette and Parand start in the ring. The two circle each other, looking across the ring, and lock up in the center.

Adams: SCW like to create firsts and ladies and gentlemen, this is the first time an Aussie has locked up with a Syrian in an SCW ring.

Odette forces Parand back, but Parand pushes back. Odette breaks the lock up and turns to her side and kicks Parand's leg away from her, knocking the Syrian to the canvas. Odette falls to her side dropping an elbow on the top of Parand's head, before rolling away and on to her knees, looking across at Parand as she rolls in the opposite direction. Odette spring to her feet as Parand moves on to her knees, but Odette kicks her in the ribs, sending her rolling across the ring and towards the corner. Parand uses the ropes to pull herself up to her feet as Odette stalks behind her. Odette spins, going back to back with Parand, before dropping her down with a neckbreaker. Odette steps up as Parand rolls towards her corner but Odette grabs her legs, pulling her back towards the center of the ring. Odette flips Parand on to her back and lifts her legs. Jumping in the air, Odette connect with a double leg drop, nailing Parand on her stomach. Odette stands up, quickly getting back to her feet and crouches, waiting for the Syrian bombshell to get to her feet.

Simone: Odette seems to have adopted a more aggressive style tonight, with words and actions.

Odette looks at Parand as Parand gets to her knees. As Parand straightens up, Odette charges at her, jumping through the air and connecting with a low dropkick in to the back of Parand's head. Parand falls forward, holding her head, but Odette rolls her over, covering her. Jacob Summers drops down to make the count.

1..
2...

Parand gets a shoulder up.

Odette gets to her feet, pulling Parand with her and throws Parand in to the corner. Odette charges Parand, but Parand ducks out of the way and Odette crashes in to the corner. Odette spins around but Parand grabs her by the hair, pulling her back to the corner. She wraps an arm around Odette throat, as she climbs the ropes. She pulls Odette up by the throat, choking the Aussie as she pulls her off the canvas. Jacob starts his five count for the illegal move.

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

Parand drops Odette on her feet but quickly jumps off the top rope, grabbing Odette's head and dropping her with a bulldog as she flies by. Odette's head bounces off the mat as the fans viciously boo Parand. Parand gets to her feet before Odette can get to her knees and plants a knee on the back of Odette's head, keeping her face pinned to the canvas. Parand gets back to her feet and stomps on the back of Odette's head, bouncing it off the mat. Parand stands up, waiting for Odette to get to her feet. As Odette does, Parand hooks her up in a suplex, as well as picking up her leg and lifting her over with a fisherman's suplex, cradling her leg and locking her finger. Odette's shoulders stay down and Jacob drops down with the count.

1..
2...

Odette breaks Parand's grip and gets a shoulder up.

Adams: Odette breaks the fingers, well not completely her fingers, but you know what I mean.

Parand stands up, pulling Odette over to her corner and tags in Joanne.

Simone: Fresh woman in the ring.

Adams: Women like to be fresh so those commercials keep telling me.

Joanne steps through the ropes and Parand holds Odette's arms behind her back. Joanne nails Odette with three strong right hand punches, before Parand lets her go and steps to the outside on Jacob's orders. Joanne stomps on the Aussie Bombshell before violently grabbing her to her feet. Joanne grabs Odette by the hair with one hand and slaps her hard across the face with the other. Odette stumbles away but Joanne keeps a hold of her hair and drags her down to the canvas with a slam, bouncing Odette's head off the canvas. Odette crawls towards Misty, but Joanne steps on her hair, stopping her from moving.

Adams: Odette's not gonna like that, she's fond of that hair.

Simone: Probably costs more money then I get paid to sit next to you.

Adams: Wait.... you get paid to be here?

Joanne pulls Odette to her feet and catches her with a throat thrust. Joanne grabs Odette's head and pulls it in to a DDT position before dropping down with a snap DDT! Joanne goes for the cover

1..
2...

Odette kicks out.

Simone: Odette really needs to make the tag.

Odette shakes the cobwebs as she gets back to her feet. Joanne stands behind her, but before Joanne can grab Odette, Odette jumps backwards with a perfect Pele kick, catching Joanne on top of the head!

Simone: That one came out of nowhere.

Adams: Where is nowhere? I've looked on a map and everything but can't seem to find it.

Joanne hits the canvas and Odette moves towards her corner, crawling on her hands and knees, but Joanne grips her ankle. Odette gets on her knee, pushing up with her hand and on to one foot while Joanne stands, holding the other foot. Odette jump and kicks Joanne with a mule kick, using Joanne's body to thrust herself towards Misty and tags her in!

Simone: Misty in.

Misty charges at Joanne, taking her down with a punch to the head before moving towards Parand, and knocking her off the ring apron with an elbow. Misty turns her attention back to Joanne as she returns to her feet and charges towards The Italian mob boss, diving at her and connecting with a spear. Joanne rolls over, holding her stomach as Misty looks at Joanne. Misty returns to her feet, waiting for Joanne to get back to hers. Joanne grabs the ropes and starts to pull herself up but Misty waits behind Joanne. As Joanne turns around, Misty jumps in the air, grabbing Joanne's head and spinning it around in a tornado, before dropping it in a DDT!

Simone: Tornado DDT.

Adams: Think that's what the writer was trying to explain there.

Simone: What?

Misty flips Joanne on to her back and hooks the leg. Jacob drops down to make the count.

1..
2...

Joanne gets a shoulder up.

Simone: Misty has been on fire since she got in the ring.

Adams: That's ok, we're surrounded by sand to put her out if we need to, and there's an ocean right there.

Misty gets up first, pulling Joanne up with her and throwing the Italian bombshell in to the corner before charging in with a clothesline. Joanne calls to the floor, landing on her rear and Misty starts to stomp on her chest, kicking away at her. Misty steps back and charges in with a knee, connecting to Joanne's chin. Misty pulls Joanne back to her feet, and pulls her to the center of the ring lifting her up for a sidewalk slam, but Joanne lifts up her hand, catching Misty in the eye with her thumb, causing Misty to drop her.

Simone: Low thumb to the eye.

Adams: Not exactly low, the eye is up high on the body.

Simone: Thanks Dr Jason.

Joanne quickly gets back to her feet and waits for the partially blinded Misty to get to her feet, before catching her with a solid headbutt, right between the eyes. Misty falls to the floor hard as the cunning Italian moves towards Odette, trash talking her. Odette springs in the ring, but Jacob stops her. Behind Jacob's back, Parand enters the ring, stomping on Misty's back. Joanne turns around and joins her, both ladies double teaming her with hard stomps. Odette gets out of the ring, as does Parand. Jacob turns around to see Joanne pulling Misty back to her feet. Joanne throws Misty in to the ropes, and as Misty returns, Joanne picks her up in a back body drop, sending her crashing in to the canvas. Joanne picks Misty up and throws her in to her own corner, before turning back to Odette, yelling. While Jacob keeps Odette out of the ring, Parand wraps the tag rope around Misty's neck and strangles her.

Simone: Come on Jacob, turn around and see what's really happening.

Parand releases Misty and Joanne walks over, tagging her partner in to the match. Parand steps back, charging at Misty in the corner and catches her with a jumping splash. Misty stumbles out of the corner and in towards the center of the ring. Parand follows her out, spinning around and catching her with a snap suplex, bouncing Misty hard off the center of the canvas. Parand rolls on top of the tag champion, mounting her.

Adams: I know a guy called David getting excited at this point.

Parand nails Misty with clubbing blows to the head and face. Misty struggles to break herself free as Parand lands and elbow on top of Misty's head. Parand stands up, soaking in the boos of the crowd. Parand flips Misty on to her stomach, hooking up her head and her legs.

Simone: STF!

Parand pulls tightly on her head and neck, but Misty pulls herself towards her corner.

Adams: I don't think I've seen this before. Misty is moving away from the rope and towards her corner!

The fans cheer this unseen move on as Misty fights the pain and moves towards Odette's out stretched hand. Misty gets close, reaching out her hand, Odette reaches over and tags in!

Simone: Misty held on long enough to tag Odette in.

Adams: It's a very unique escape!

Odette jumps over the top rope, dropping a leg on the back of Parand's head, forcing her to break the hold as Misty slides out of the ring. Odette stands up, charging towards the opposite rope, but Joanne puts her knee up, catching Odette in the back. Odette stumbles towards Parand, who nails her with a clothesline. Parand picks Odette and whips her to the ropes, but Misty tags herself in.

Adams: Blind tag.

Joanne comes in to the ring, breezing past Jacob and set Odette up for a double suplex, but Odette blocks it. Misty gets in the ring and stands beside Odette, and hooks on to Joanne. Misty and Odette lift Joanne and Parand in a double suplex!

Adams: Was that a double? Or a double double?

Simone: That was surprising team work there.

Misty quickly drops down near Parand, and wraps on a triangle chokehold!

Adams: The Queen's Punishment!

Misty tightens the hold as Parand starts to frantically tap out!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winners of the match.... AND STILL SCW Bombshell tag team champions.... Misty and Odette Ryder!!!

Odette whispers something to Justin.

Justin: My apologies, The winners of the match.... AND STILL SCW Bombshell tag team champions.... *ahem* Tits McGee and Dat Ass!!!

The crowd cheer as Misty shakes her head unimpressed

Adams: Best.... team..... name.... EVER!




Monster by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Wrath, Rage, appears from behind the curtain and the crowd erupts in loud cheers for the returning former Heavyweight Champion.

Simone: Rage was just reinstated a short while ago, and he's certainly wasting no time in making his presence known. I wonder what he has to say.

Adams: I think Hot Stuff better be watching this one closely backstage!

Rage stands at the top of the ramp for several seconds, looking around the crowd. He is staring ahead at the six-sided ring that he has not competed in for five months now, and he begins his slow walk towards the ring. Once he gets to the ring, he pulls himself up to the apron, using the second rope, then steps over the top rope to enter the ring. He heads over to the opposite side of the ring, demanding a microphone. Justin Decent hands him one, and Rage's music dies down as he walks to the center of the ring, looking around the crowd. He lifts the microphone to speak.

Rage: Five months...

He briefly stops speaking, as the crowd cheers again, and he holds up his right hand.

Rage: It's been five long months since I've competed in this ring, and it's been just over a year since I last held the SCW Heavyweight Championship, but you know what...that doesn't matter to me. At least not right now. You see, I flat out issued a challenge to someone a few weeks ago, but that challenge continues to be ignored!

Rage lowers the microphone for a second as his temper begins to flare. The crowd boos momentarily, but Rage then smiles and shakes his head.

Rage: You all know damn well who I'm talking about. You all know that our *air quotes* wonderful boss, Hot Stuff Mark Ward, is ignoring my challenge for a reason. He's avoiding facing me, because deep down he knows...he knows that unlike the other assholes in the back that have been stupid enough to challenge him, I'd beat him.

Rage turns and looks towards the backstage entrance.

Rage: For the past two years I've had to watch those dumbasses challenge him. I've watched guys who stand absolutely NO chance beating him, challenge Mark thinking they'd actually defeat the guy. People like Kain...

The crowd erupts in a mixed reaction at the mention of Kain's name. Rage smiles wickedly and nods.

Rage: Sure that match was vicious as hell, but did Kain do what he swore he would do? Did he beat the boss?

Rage shakes his head and leans against the ropes.

Rage: No, he didn't. He failed, just like he's failed at every attempt he's gotten at the Heavyweight Championship...but I haven't.

Rage smiles arrogantly, then scratches his forehead.

Rage: Oh...and we can't forget the Freight Train of Pain himself...Casey Williams.

The crowd now boos viciously.

Rage: What I want to know is on what planet did Casey Williams ever think he stood a chance against Mark? What has he ever done to think he was even worthy of going against someone like Mark Ward? That one was the real kicker!

Rage turns around and walks around the ring, gathering his thoughts further. Out of nowhere the crowd begins a chant of "GET RAGE LAID", catching his attention. He lifts his head up and looks around the crowd angrily. He keeps his temper in check, for the moment, and ignores their taunting.

Rage: After watching Mark Ward get back in the ring time after time and win time...after time...I have figured out his game plan. I've figured out WHY he has faced the guys he's faced before, but yet he has yet to accept my challenge. It's because he likes the easy victories. He doesn't want a match that he actually has to WORK to win, does he? Nah, he wants the fights that he knows he'll win. He wants the matches where he'll embarrass his opponent, and make himself look better. That's why he hasn't accepted my challenge.

Rage looks towards the back again.

Rage: Isn't it Marky boy? You like to humiliate your opponents, dontcha? Deep down, you want to humiliate me, too, but you're holding back. You're not answering my challenge because when push comes to shove, I'll be the one to humiliate you. Well, Marky boy, if you haven't heard, my suspension has been lifted. I'm officially back in business, and I'm out for your blood, boss man. You can't hide from me forever, and someday...very soon...you and I are going to meet face to face. The longer you avoid me...the angrier I'll get, and trust me Marky boy...you don't want that. So do us both a favor, and accept my challenge, because if you don't do it willingly...

Rage narrows his eyes, glaring towards the backstage, as if looking directly at Hot Stuff Mark Ward.

Rage: I'll make your life a living hell...You can bet on that, Marky Boy. Time is ticking, boss man.

Rage then tosses the microphone down as his music begins playing once again. He steps over the top rope and jumps down from the ring apron, slowly heading backstage and disappearing behind the curtain.




The scene opens up outside the office of “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward where we see four familiar faces, Marty McFarge, the Skar Bros. and “The Prodigy” Lizzie Short who looks…..less than pleased to be around Marty.

Simone: What do they want with Mark?

Adams: Whatever it is it can’t be good!

Lizzie: Marty are you sure?

Marty: They didn’t even advertise the open challenge on the card and no-one answered as a result, off course I’m sure!

Marty says before knocking on the door without looking…..not realizing that Mark had opened the door whilst he was talking to Lizzie and he’s currently knocking on Mark’s chest.

Marty: Huh, didn’t realize that they built doors made out of flesh here.

Lizzie: Oh god….

Lizzie says with a double face palm and Marty eventually looks up, once he sees Mark he quickly retrieves his hand,

Marty: Oh Mark! I must say that your looking great today is that a new haircut? Seriously can we talk inside?

Hot Stuff looks at Marty, scratching his forehead.

HS: Is that your tongue up my arse Marty, because if it is, roll it back in your mouth.

Hot Stuff turns to Lizzie and winks.

HS: Alright sweetheart, how about you come in my office and we leave the marshmellow man here outside?

Lizzie looks at Marty as Hot Stuff turns around, walking back inside the office. Lizzie follows him in, but Marty follows them both in. Hot Stuff turns around, sitting on the desk, but finding him looking at Marty in front of him instead of Lizzie.

HS: You looked so much better outside then you do in here girl, must be the light in here.

Hot Stuff smile up at Marty.

HS: So, chunky man in the really cheap, off the rack suit, now your tongue is out my arse, what is it that you want?

Marty: Well, for starters whenever my tongue is up anyone’s ass, I’m usually naked with a girl in my bedroom.

Simone: Oh sweet Jesus…..

Adams: MY EYES! THE GOGGLES THEY DO NOTHING!

Marty: Second I’ll have you know that this suit is tailor made by one of the finest and most expensive tailors in London and third I want to talk about her debut match!

Lizzie: Finally!

Marty: What was that?

Lizzie: Nothing!

Marty: Okay little miss smart ass, why don’t you negotiate with Mark!

Lizzie steps forward with a seductive grin though it’s clear that Marty’s using this as an excuse to check out her ass.

Lizzie: Here’s the thing Hot Stuff, besides my open challenge last week I haven’t been in action and that wasn’t even advertised, so I was wondering if I could get to really show my skills….

Lizzie said as she starts flirting with Mark.

Lizzie: At the next Supercard.

Simone: Does she really think that’ll work?

Adams: I’d do it if I were in Mark’s shoes!

Hot Stuff looks at Lizzie, and then back to Marty.

HS: Ok...

Hot Stuff turns back to Lizzie

HS: You can have your debut match at the supercard IF this sweaty looking blob never mentions sticking his tongue anywhere again!

Lizzie smiles widely as Hot Stuff waves his hand toward the door as the scene fades.




Justin: The following contest is tonight's main event!

The lights go out and eerie organ music starts to play softly accompanied by the screech of a raven. On the videotron, a large full moon covers the screen, and the silhouette of a bat flies forward and changes into the shadowy silhouette of a woman.

'So soft and so tragic
As a slaughterhouse.
You press the knife
Against your heart.
And say,
"I love you, so much you must kill me now."

Justin: Introducing first, from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at one hundred and sixty five pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Raynin and Darknyss, she is one half of The Fallen....

I love you
So much
You must kill me now.'

The beat of the music suddenly kicks in as the lights start to pulse blood red, and the silhouette reveals itself to be Gothika standing on the stage with Raynin and Darknyss.

Justin: She is Gothika!

'If I was your vampire,
Certain as the moon,
Instead of killing time,
We'll have each other
Until the sun.
If I was your vampire,
Death waits for no one.
Hold my hands
Across your face,
Because I think
Our time has come.'

The lights go back to normal and she stands there unmoving, almost cold and emotionless for a few moments, then she throws her fist in the air as she hisses at the crowd, baring her fangs before she walks slowly down the ramp towards the ring. She slides under the bottom rope, and slithers to the middle of the ring before she climbs to her feet. She then climbs a turnbuckle, throws her fist into the air, hissing at the crowd again. She jumps down and goes across the ring to the other turnbuckle and throws her fist in the air again, hissing at the crowd. She then slowly climbs down and leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.

Justin: And her partner from Utrecht, The Netherlands....

Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes, his SCW Heavyweight championship belt over his shoulder.

Justin: Weighing in at two hundred and thirty nine pounds, he is the SCW Heavyweight champion, he is Goth!

Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he takes off his robe and awaits his opponents

Justin: And their opponents....

The intro of “Simon Says” By Drain STH plays over the arena’s PA system, prompting Simon Jones to step through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans.

Justin: From Birmingham, England, weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, he is Simon Jones!

As Simon makes his way towards the ring, slapping hands with some of the fans along the way, he walks with a noticeable limp. After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, then steps through the ropes, and as he does so he glances to his left, then to his right, before walking to the side of the ring closest to the camera and pausing to look out at the crowd. Simon then turns around and walks towards the opposite side of the ring, but before he reaches the ropes, he turns to his right and heads for the corner of the ring; he places his hands on the ropes, as if about to climb up, but he then glances down at his left knee, and instead turns away from the ropes, before leaning back against the top turnbuckle.

Justin: And his partner....

"Outsider" plays over the PA system.

Justin: From Tampa, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and thirty two pounds. She is the SCW Bombshell champion, she is Roxi Johnson!

Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area holding the SCW Bombshell championship over her shoulder, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. 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 Roxi jumps down, referee Jasmine St John calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Roxi and Gothika start in the ring. The two get close, Gothika licks her lips.

Adams: Is it lunch time?

Gothika drops Roxi with a hard hitting shot to the head, knocking her down to the canvas. Gothika looks down at Roxi and pulls her to her feet, a strange look across Gothika's face before she forces Roxi back against the ropes. Roxi tries to grab the top rope but Gothika whips her across the ring. Roxi comes back and Gothika ducks behind her, lifting Roxi over with a belly to back suplex. Roxi crashes hard to the mat and rolls over holding her head. Gothika drops down and puts a headlock on Roxi before jumping back up to her feet, and pulling Roxi with her. Gothika runs in the ring and crashes Roxi down with a bulldog. Gothika stands up and pulls Roxi up by the hair and slams a huge shot in to the face of Roxi Ryder, with a closed fist. Referee Jasmine St. John warns Gothika about the shot. Gothika turns and snarls at St John, who takes a step back. Gothika turns around and Roxi slams a hard shot in to Gothika's face, knocking her down to the ground.

Simone: Bombshell champion surprising Gothika

Gothika looks surprised as she scrambles to her feet, but as she gets on her knees, Roxi jumps down and nails Gothika with a low dropkick to the face. Roxi pulls Gothika back up to her feet and throws her hard in to the corner. Gothika slumps against the turnbuckle but Roxi chages in and jumps up, catching her with a monkey flip and flipping Gothika over her and in to the middle of the ring. Roxi gets to her feet and stands with her back to Gothika. Roxi jumps over and nails a picture perfect standing moonsault. Roxi stays on top of Gothika for the pin

1...
2....

Gothika kicks out.

Adams: Roxi trying for an early pin.

Roxi stands up and walks over, tagging in Simon Jones, allowing SCW Heavyweight champion Goth to enter the ring. Goth charges in but Simon meets him in the middle, ducking Goth's initial clothesline. As Goth spins, Simon lifts him in the air with a flapjack. Simon stands up, holding his knee.

Simone: It's no secret Simon should not be here tonight, he is carying a knee injury.

Adams: But he is a fighter.

Simon gets Goth to his feet but Goth cuts him off with a thumb to the eye. Goth grabs onto Simon to send him into the ropes, but Simon falls to one knee. As he does, he tugs Goth forward with a shoulderbutt. Simon stands up and then drags Goth forward into another. This time, Goth follows it up with an offensive maneuver of his own, hitting an Axe Handle Smash across Simon’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 Simon quickly moves out of the way. Goth holds onto his elbow as he rolls back up to his feet.

Simone: Great exchange from the champion and former champion.

Simon moves in next to Goth and hooks Goth up and drops him backwards with a side Russian legsweep. Simon rolls on top of Goth, hooking the leg.

1...
2...

Goth kicks out.

Adams: Goth fighting on in this one.

Goth gets to his feet with Simon, but Goth swings his leg, catching Simon behind the injured knee and dropping him to the canvas. The fans boo as Simon rolls over, holding his leg.

Simone: Cheap move from Goth.

Adams: But effective.

Goth lifts Simon's leg and starts to stomp behind the hurt knee, sending pain through the Englishman's body. A twisted smile crosses Goth's painted face as he steps back, moving around behind Simon and waiting for him to get back to his feet. As Simon does, Goth charges as Simon from behind and dives in with a chopblock to the back of Simon's knee.

Simone: Dusting off a classic there with the chop block.

Goth lifts Simon's leg before wrapping his legs around it and dropping down with a leg grapevine, pulling back on Simon's injured knee.

Adams: Goth is trying to pick Simon apart.

Simon sits up, nailing Goth in the head with a hard shot, but Goth pulls back the pressure on Simon's knee. Goth sits up, ready to pull back again but Simon sits up too, nailing Goth in the face with a shot to the nose, breaking the hold.

Adams: A good ol' shot to the nose with break the hold every time!

Simon frees himself from Goth, turning towards his corner and crawling towards Roxi. Simon puts his hand out and Roxi tags in the ring.

Simone: Back to the ladies.

Gothika enters the ring from the other side as Simon and Goth roll under the ropes. Roxi gets to the center of the ring first, ducking out the way of Gothika, and moving behind, but Gothika spins quickly to face Roxi. Gothika throws a high kick towards Roxi's head, but Roxi puts up her arm and blocks the shot, Gothika tries a high kick with her left instead, which Roxi blocks. As Roxi blocks, she spins around with a flying spinning back kick but Gothika ducks it, Roxi spins around three sixty and throws a punch towards Gothika, but Gothika catches her arm and flips her over with a judo flip and Roxi lands on to her back.

Adams: This is like watching a pair of ninjas!

Gothika keeps hold of her arm and drops a leg across Roxi's shoulder. Roxi rolls over as Gothika tries to put on an arm lock and wiggles free, springing to her feet and throws a kick towards Gothika's chest. Gothika catches Roxi's foot and stands up, holding on to Roxi's foot. Gothika spins over and nails Roxi with a dragon screw leg whip. Roxi rolls over, holding her knee, and rolls on to her side, pulling herself up to her feet. As she stands up, Gothika lifts Roxi up and nails her with a standing flapjack. Gothika goes for the cover and Jasmine drops down to count.

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Roxi kicks out.

Adams: Go back to the ninja stuff, that was pretty sweet.

Roxi uses the ropes to pull herself up. As Gothika moves towards her, Roxi slams a hard kick to the side of Gothika's head, sending Gothika flying backwards

Adams: Yay! She listened!

Gothika looks surprised as she hits the ground and Roxi moves towards her, kicking her in the ribs with a low dropkick. Gothika rolls to the ropes and holds on , pulling herself up the ropes, but Roxi rains down forearms on the back of the former bombshell tag team champion. As Gothika turns around, Roxi hooks her up and lifts her over her shoulder with a quick snap suplex. Roxi keeps hold of Gothika holding her in the suplex set up. Roxi lifts Gothika up again and drops forward, dropping Gothika on her face. Roxi pulls Gothika to her feet and lifts her up in a scoop slam position and drops Gothika down with a shoulder breaker, crashing Gothika against her knee. As Gothika lays down, Roxi slaps on an armbar, pulling back. Gothika rolls over slightly and crashes a shot to Roxi's head, followed by a second. Roxi releases the hold and Gothika gets on her knees at the same time as Roxi, and Roxi slams a shot back at Gothika. Both get to their feet and Gothika nails Roxi with a thrust kick, sending her flying across the ring and in to the corner. Gothika charges at Roxi and catches the superhero across the chest with a clothesline, dropping her to the floor.

Simone: Gothika in full control at the moment.

Gothika pulls Roxi to her feet, but Roxi jumps in the air and catches Gothika with an enziguri to the side of the head, knocking her to the floor.

Adams: That one nearly kicked her fangs straight out of her head!

Roxi lifts Gothika off of the mat and Irish whips her into the corner. She stomps around, getting the audience behind her before she charges forward, leaping up onto the second turnbuckle, taking a second to look around to the cheering audience. She hits a couple knuckle shots before falling down with a Monkey Flip. The audience cheers louder as Roxi shoots up to her feet Roxi brings Gothika up for a Vertical Suplex, holding her there for a second before dropping her down hard. Roxi looks towards the top rope before jumping up. Raynin jumps on the ring apron, catching Jasmine's attention.

Simone: Get her off the ring apron!

Darknyss jumps up on the other side, behind the referee's back and pushes Roxi off the top rope, sending the bombshell champion crashing in to the center of the ring.

Adams: The numbers game taking a toll on the champion.

With Roxi down, Gothika moves to the corner and tags in Goth.

Simone: Roxi was looking for a big move to put this one to bed before The Fallen got involved.

Simon come in to the ring and moves towards Goth. The two men exchange blows in the center of the ring but Simon takes advantage, knocking Goth to the canvas.

Adams: Sharp shot from Simon.

Simon pulls Goth right back up and then takes him right back over with a snapmare, followed with a stiff kick right into Goth's back. As Goth falls to the mat, Simon then drops an elbow right into his chest. Simon then gets up and starts to follow up with a few stomps to the chest of Goth as Goth tries to roll away. Goth then gets to the ropes and starts pulling himself up as Simon starts to move back in at him, but as soon as Simon gets close, Goth sends an elbow back right into Simon's gut. Goth then spins around and follows up with a punch right to the jaw of Simon, sending him reeling back and then charges in and tackles Simon right to the ground and starts to unload one punch after another onto the downed Simon, only finally backing off as the referee's count hits 5 in order to avoid a disqualification.

Simone: Goth beating on the former Heavyweight champ like a boxer on a punch bag.

Goth then grabs Simon and pulls him up and tosses him into one of the corners. Goth then moves in and goes to start throwing some more punches, but Simon quickly ducks under it, gets behind Goth and shoves him back into the corner, then following up with an alternating series of punches and chops at a rapid fire rate. Simon then grabs Goth and tosses him right from out of the corner into the center of the ring. Simon then lines Goth up, keeping behind him the entire time Goth is getting back to his feet. As soon as Goth hits his feet, Simon grabs him from behind in a full nelson, but before he can follow up on it, Goth quickly drops down, avoiding the hold and sweep kicking Simon off his feet. Goth stands up, looking at Simon and pulls the Brit to his feet, hooking up his head in a front face lock and spinning around with a twist of fate.

Adams: Goth Drop.

Goth sits up looking at Simon and getting on his feet. Goth stalks Simon, waiting for him.

Simone: I think Goth is looking for the ADDT here.

A mixed reaction of cheers and boos echo around the arena.

Adams: Kain is here!

As Jason says, Kain strolls down the ramp, just looking at Goth in the ring. He stands outside the ring, staring. Goth turns around, catching sight of Kain and starts to yell towards him. Kain calmly stares back, a focused look on his face. Simon gets to his feet and spins the distracted Goth around, lifting him up in a vertical suplex and dropping him down with an almighty brainbuster!

Simone: Severe Skull Trauma!

Simon hooks Goth's leg as he goes for the cover.

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DING DING DING!

Justin: The winners of the match.... Simon Jones and Roxi Johnson!!!!

Simone: Simon Jones just pinned the heavyweight champion!

The camera shows Kain slow clapping outside the ring at Simon's victory, and Goth's defeat.

Adams: Kain's distraction gave Simon the opportunity to pick up the win.

Simone: There's a war just starting there, but that is all we have time for tonight, join us next week as we hit the beautiful island of St Lucia!

The show fades out as Simon and Roxi celebrate in the ring.




THANK YOU! To Chris, Erik, Mark, Court, Maggie, Sam, Derek, MK, Amy, Necra, Casey, Simon, Scott. Also a massive thank you to Vixen for the great match logos, and to everyone who roleplayed and made this show great.