Ms. Rocky Mountains: Okay boys, time to decide the match type!

The two men turn their attention to the titentron where Rocky has just spun the Roulette Wheel, for a moment it looks like it’s going to stop on “Ladder match” and the crowd goes crazy……but at the last moment it nudges over to the next stip.

Simone: Special Guest Referee? That could be anyone!

Adams: Jeremiah and Max realize that too!

Drew leaves the ring knowing he won’t be needed as the two men glare up the entrance ramp…..and Max smirks broadly as “Walk with Me in Hell” begins to blare over the PA system.

Simone: Oh you have got to be kidding me!

Adams: Don’t tell me Cyrus King is the ref!

As soon as the vocals start Cyrus and Miranda step out and yes, Cyrus is wearing a referee’s shirt, his hair is also in a ponytail and he has a grin on his face as he enters the ring and slaps hands with Max Burke.

Simone: This match may as well be a handicap match!

Adams: I think that’s the point!

Cyrus quickly checks for any weapons on Max and once he finds none Jeremiah approaches them anticipating the same check…..he instead gets a devastating Spear for his troubles from Cyrus.

Simone: What a Spear from Cyrus!

Adams: And he’s calling for the bell!

Max and Cyrus exchange a high five before Max goes for a cover 1 2 kick out by Hardin! Both Cyrus and Max look shocked that he kicked out of the fast count and Max goes for another cover 1 2 and Hardin kicks out again!

Simone: Cyrus and Max are trying to screw Hardin but he’s resisting their efforts no matter how hard it is!

Adams: Err…..

Simone: You know what I meant!

Cyrus just shakes his head as Max forces Jeremiah to his feet and holds him in position whilst Cyrus fires some punches at Hardin’s head and midsection, Cyrus backs off into the ropes and Max pushes Hardin right into a hard clothesline from Cyrus! Max goes for another cover 1 2 kick out by Hardin!

Simone: Hardin’s tough but can he take on two guys at the same time?

Adams: Cyrus did just that at a recent House Show beating The Flying Jets in a handicap match, Hardin on the other hand I’m not so sure about!

Simone: Well regardless Cyrus and Max are showing that they have bonded a lot over the few weeks that they’ve been aligned and that is definitely a bad thing for Hardin!

Rather than complain about it Max and Cyrus proceed to stomp the living hell out of Hardin, Max eventually stops and shoves Cyrus.

Max: Make the son of a bitch bow down to you!

Cyrus smirks quickly getting the idea before picking up Hardin and setting him up for his Bow Down to the King finisher, he hoists him up but Hardin gets a second wind, fights out of it and backdrops Cyrus out of the move, Max quickly tries to save face by attacking Hardin from behind but Hardin ducks the clothesline attempt and starts brawling with the Roulette Champion!

Simone: I don’t know how but Hardin is still in this!

Adams: But whether he can maintain control is another question entirely! He’s practically fighting a handicap match out there!

Cyrus is back on his feet and is crouched down in the corner obviously setting up for a Spear on Hardin, he sees his opening and charges in…..but Hardin leapfrogs over the Spear attempt and Cyrus spears Max instead almost breaking the champion in half!

Simone: Max just got nailed by that spear!

Adams: Cyrus may have just cost his ally the Roulette Championship!

Cyrus’s eyes widen as he realizes what he has done and Hardin is quick to capitalize forcing Max to his feet and…..

Simone: Tiger’s Ambition! He just hit his finisher!

Adams: Do we have a new champion?!

Hardin drags Max to the center of the ring before pinning him and Cyrus reluctantly drops down to apply the count 1……2……3!!!!

Justin: Here’s your winner and NEEEEEEWWWWWW SCW ROULETTE CHAMPION “BIG TIGER” JEREMIAH HARDIN!

Simone: We have a new champion!

Adams: This is Hardin’s third SCW match and he’s already a champion! What a great start to this young man’s career!

Hardin doesn’t get a chance to celebrate as Cyrus spins him around and hits him with the Bow Down to the King! The crowd boos Cyrus as he takes Justin’s microphone!

Cyrus: Congratulations Hardin, you’re the new champion, unfortunately for you I’m coming after the belt!

Cyrus drops the mic and leaves the ring as “Walk with Me in Hell” begins to blare over the system and Max starts to come too.

Simone: It seems we have a new rivalry brewing between Hardin and King!

Adams: They never got to resolve their differences in ACW due to the merger but now they have a perfect opportunity!

The lights go out, evil laughter begins to fill the arena. Strobe lights slowly flash, and soon pick up intensity, between strobe flashes we notice druids surrounding the ring and eventually entering. Then the lights go pitch black.

Simone: I dont like this....

The lights come back on and 3 druids stand in the middle of the ring looking over Max Burke who is laying in the middle of the ring. about a dozen other druids surround the ring.

Druid Leader: Behold, one of your so called superstars. He lays here in a heap of pain, a failure. This man is considered one of the best in Sin City, yet, he can't even hold his head up high after a match? Perhaps I can be of assistance....

The two other druids drag Max Burke to his feet

Leader: Here he stands, a legend in Sin City, you love him, you hate him, you're never going to see him again.

A hush falls over the crowd, some unsure what to think, others simply do not want to think of Sin City without Max Burke.

Leader: Do you appreciate this man? Do you appreciate the efforts of Max Burke to come out here week after week and showcase his talents for your enjoyment?

The crowd actually pops, a few chants of "Max Max Max" break out. The druids actually raise Burke's arms as he slowly comes to. When they did, a huge POP from the crowd roared out and followed by "MAX MAX MAX"

Leader: It's good you appreciate him, cheer him on, this man has given his heart and soul to Sin City, too bad it's time to take his body!

Without warning, the two druids smash Burke's torso with huge forearms and the druid leader hits a forearm smash to Burke's skull. Burke staggers backwards, the leader grabs him by the hair and with cat like reflexes, plants Burke to the mat with a devastating neckbreaker. The leader then directs the other two druids to grab Burke and stand him up again. This time he grabs Burke and plants him to the mat with a package piledriver. The fans are stunned, boos start to ring out, some fans actually start throwing trash. Max Burke lays motionless in the middle of the ring as the boos grow louder. The druid leader climbs onto a turnbuckle and sits atop it facing Max Burke's lifeless body in the ring.

Leader: We warned you for weeks to tread lightly, we warned you to watch your backs, we told you we're coming, well, we're almost here, this is just another warning, heed our words Sin City Wrestling, unite, rise up, send your best, because when we arrive, we will dominate any and all of you. Max Burke is a sacrifice, he's had a stellar career, yes we have done some history homework, and Max's contribution to our cause is necessary. Say goodbye to Max Burke, his time here is done, our time is coming. Heed the warning SCW, WE'RE COMING

The lights go out and strobes slowly illuminate the arena in long slow flashes. From what we can see, the druids outside the ring enter the ring and surround Max Burke's body, then slowly carry him out of the ring, when they exit the ring, the strobe lights flicker faster, as they carry Burke out of the arena, all but 3 druids disappear into the back, the three druids turn back and lock fists in sign of solidarity then the lights go out.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO We want Max, We Want Max

Simone: I can not describe what I just saw, we will do our best to update you on Max Burke's condition folks.

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see GWA and AWA legend “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone walking around backstage with a gym bag slung over his right shoulder and his wife Charlotte by his side.

Steve: Did you call the babysitter?

Charlotte: Yes Steve and don’t worry, Sophie’s in good hands and once she’s old enough we can start bringing her to these shows, not like that’ll stop you at Bloodstock.

Steve: It’ll be a good experience for her, that’s all I’m saying! Besides we both saw that kid who got to go on stage after Exodus’s set this year.

Charlotte: Good point, let’s just find our locker room.

Charlotte agrees before the couple walk off.

The scene opens up backstage where we find Co-Owner, Hot Stuff Mark Ward, walking down the halls, heading towards his office. Several of the backstage workers greet him as he walks by and he only offers them an acknowledging glance and a nod as he passes them by. He finally reaches the door leading to his office for the evening, only to find that it is cracked open a bit. Knowing he closed it when he left earlier, he closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath before he grabs a hold of the knob and pushes the door open, ready to see just who is intruding in his office. Who he finds should infuriate him, but it surprisingly doesn't. One half of the Tag Team Champions, Rage, is seated in the chair behind his desk, with his rather large feet propped up on Hot Stuff's desk, and his hands behind his back, making himself as comfortable as possible.

HS: I'm sorry, who are you again? You realize the hot dog stand is back that way, right?

Much like earlier in the week on Twitter, Hot Stuff pretends he has no idea who Rage is. In an uncharacteristic move, Rage keeps his anger in check...at least temporarily. He knows Hot Stuff is toying with him, and he intends to do the same right back.

Rage: Oh gee, are you offering to buy me a snack? I'd take you up on that offer, but I have it on good authority that the food at the concession stands here sucks.

Hot Stuff looks at Rage, a smile on his face.

HS: If I buy someone a snack, I'm expecting something in return and sorry buddy boy, you're not my type.

Rage stares a hole through Hot Stuff, his eyes burning through the Englishman's skin

HS: Shouldn't you be getting back to work? Like don't you have a parking lot to sweep? Or some cotton candy to flog to some kid?

Rage leans forward on the chair, taking his feet off of Hot Stuff's desk and placing them on the ground. He reaches down grabs his Tag Team Title belt from out of his lap, slamming it on Hot Stuff's desk. Hot Stuff glances at the belt, then shrugs it off without a care.

HS: Not as nice as the Heavyweight Championship is it?

Rage: Play all the games you want, boss man. You know why I'm here. I may be half of the tag team champions, but I think we both know that if Gabriel were well enough, he would be holding this belt and not me.

HS: Do you have a point to all of this? Because, unlike you, I actually work in this place and I don't like wasting my time with insignificant nobodies.

Rage lowers his head and laughs, but it is a very frustrated sounding laugh. He stands up very slowly from Hot Stuff's desk and walks around it, keep his eyes locked on Hot Stuff the entire time. He stops just inches away from the boss, trying to intimidate him, but he has no luck as Hot Stuff stands there and rolls his eyes.

Rage: I was watching a couple weeks ago when you gave your little speech in the ring. You're ready to give anybody who wants a match against you there shot, and well...I'm here to collect on that offer. And trust me when I say I'm not just some nobody you can mop the canvas with.

Hot Stuff stands there for a moment, placing a finger on his chin. He seems to be seriously considering the thought when he suddenly smiles and shakes his head.

HS: Hmmm...Nope! Nice try, but I think I'll pass.

Hot Stuff takes a step to the left and walks around Rage, heading over to his desk. Rage's nostrils flare and he looks absolutely livid. He clenches his fists at his side, then very slowly turns around and glares at Hot Stuff as he is taking a seat at his desk. Hot Stuff pushes the Tag Team Title belt to the side, and begins searching around his desk, completely ignoring Rage.

Rage: Excuse me? Did you just say you think you'll pass?

HS: Christ, you're still here? I don't like repeating myself, so if ya didn't hear me the first time maybe you need to get ya ears cleaned out. Now piss off. I've got work to do.

Rage snarls and walks up to Hot Stuff's desk and slams his fist down in front of the boss, right on the paperwork Hot Stuff was just about to go through. Hot Stuff slowly lifts his head to make eye contact with his now extremely pissed off employee.

Rage: I've had just about enough of you're bullshit, Ward! Why the hell won't you give me my damn match? The longer you put it off, the worse off it will be for you in the long run.

HS: Why won't I give you the match? Maybe because when I made the challenge, I was hoping for some actual talent to take me up on the offer. Not some little bitch that used to be Synn's chew toy.

Rage's nostrils flare again and he balls up his fist and slams it on the desk once again. Hot Stuff leans back in his chair, clearly holding back a satisfied grin, knowing full well he's only pissing off Rage even more.

HS: I'd be careful about slamming your fist on this desk again, baldy. If you break it, it's coming out of your pay, and let me just warn you that this desk wasn't cheap.

Rage: I don't give a shit about your stupid desk, Ward! Just give me my damn match already, because if you don't, I'll just drag your ass out to the---

HS: I think it's about time I end this little temper tantrum and all. It might be cute with five year olds, but it makes you look stupider than you already are. Now, if you threaten me one more time, I'll tell you what I'm going to do. Are you listening?

Rage is breathing heavily. He's absolutely fuming, but he is paying close attention to Hot Stuff, waiting for him to continue.

HS: I'm not sure if that is a yes or no, but oh well. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to take your Tag Team Title off my desk. You're going to turn your arse around and walk out that door, and return to being bitch boy for the Sins and you're not going to beg me for a match again, because the answer is still no, and it's going to continue to be no. If you even think about trying to take matters into your own hands, I'll strip those belts from you and Despayre so fast, you won't even remember having them. If you don't like it...Well, I don't give a rat's arse. You work for me, therefore you get the matches I say you do.

Hot Stuff points towards the door, but Rage doesn't move. He stands there, seething but frozen where he stands.

HS: Now, there is the door. Get your arse out of here before I call security to force you out. And trust me when I say you don't want that to happen, because again, not only will you be stripped of that belt, but the closest you'll ever be to working for this company again is really selling hot dogs at the concession stands. Understand?

Rage stands there for a moment, processing every single word over in his head. Deep down he's dying to beat the hell out of Hot Stuff, but with the boss threatening his job, he uses every ounce of will-power he has to hold himself back. He finally grabs his tag team title belt and holds it next to him.

Rage: This isn't over. Not by a long shot.

HS: As far as I'm concerned it is. Now get the hell out of here.

Rage growls, then throws his title belt over his shoulder. He turns around and storms out of the office, clearly frustrated and not ready to give up. Once he is out of sight, a wicked grin grows on Hot Stuff's face as he gets back to going through paperwork.

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.

Casey: “Hey Sins, you think that you have my number because of our past? Well, think again. I will show you guys what I am truly made of, and there is nothing you can do to stop me from obtaining tag team gold, even if it is with a partner whom I cannot stand personally in Simon Jones, but where I respect what he has done inside the ring, I am able to put my personal feelings aside for the common goal.”

The crowd boos Casey even louder as he drops the mic and walks to the back and “I.M.Sin“ hits the speakers.

Justin: The following match is for one fall, introducing first from Ottawa Ontario Canada... weighing in at 128 pounds.... she is one half of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Champions.... representing NXT.... Viiiiixxxeeeeen

The throbbing beat of You're Going Down by Sick Puppies is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring. Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and backflips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade.

Justin: and her opponent from Daytona beach Florida, weighing in at 128 pounds she is the bitch of hardcore.... Jaaaaaaddddeeeee Manendezzzz-Arcadooooorrr

Revolution by Judas Priest hits over the p.a as strobe lighting flickers all around the arena, as Jade appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings and soaks in the boos of the crowd.

Ding, ding, ding.

Adams: Here we go Belinda!!!!!

The two females size each other up in the middle of the ring, going toe to toe. Vixen is looking around not really knowing what to think of Jade who is off the bat yelling in her face. Jade doesn’t waste any time as she shoves Vixen. Vixen stumbles a little, but comes back with a shove of her own. Jade regains her stance and replies back with a slap that can be heard echoing around the arena. Vixen brings her hand up to the side of her face that was just slapped and smirks before charging towards the taunting Jade taking her down with a vicious spear. Vixen climbs on top of Jade and the crowd goes wild as fists and hair is seen flying around everywhere. Jade can be heard screaming out as Vixen continues to introduce her fists to her face.

Simone: I don’t think pissing Vixen off was a smart move by Jade.

Adams: Did you just say pissing?

Simone: What of it?

Vixen brings Jade up to her feet only to slam her down hard onto the canvas with a Snap-mare. Jade is trying to sneak away from Vixen grip again but the Canadian beauty is already all over her with a swift kick to her spine. Vixen leans down and picks Jade up before whipping her into the ropes. Jade tries to build some momentum coming running at Vixen but Vixen leaps up and catches her head between her legs for a beautiful head scissors take down. A massive Vixen chant breaks out as one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions rolls over and puts her arm across Jade’s shoulders going for an early pin fall.

Adams: I love it when girls get all catty like this...

Simone: And I’m sure our Bombshells like having an old man like you drooling over them.

Adams: HEY, I’m not drooling!

Jade is the first to attack as she comes flying in with rapid fire chops that sound as if they are slicing Vixen’s chest open. Vixen stumbles back into the ropes and Jade continues to punish her. Lining her up perfectly Jade unleashes three European uppercuts to Vixen. Pushing Vixen into the turnbuckle, Jade takes a few steps back before rushing towards Vixen running a high knee straight into her torso. Vixen is hunched over and is stumbling out of the ropes gripping her midsection. Jade takes advantage by driving her into the canvas with a swinging neck breaker. Vixen is yelping in pain as Jade stalks her way up to her feet.

Simone: Jade proving why she is known as the bitch of hardcore.

Adams: Man Despy’s swear jar would be full by now, from your potty mouth tonight Belinda.

Vixen being the fighter she is tries to make it to her feet but she struggles and ends up landing on her knees. Jade spots that Vixen is in trouble and makes sure she doesn’t have any more recovery time, Jade dashes in and drops the tag champion with a shining wizard. The sound of Jade’s boot connecting with Vixen’s skin sends the crowd gasping. Jade rolls Vixen over and goes for a pin.

Adams: I think Vixen is out cold here Belinda.

2...

Adams: I don’t like Vixen’s chances.

1...

Simone: She’s done it, Jade’s done it...

3!

Ding, ding, ding.

Justin: Here is your winner.... Jaaaaaaadddeeeee Maaaaannnnnnendeeeeezzzzz-Arcadoooooor

"Stoner" Scott Oliver is shown on the Titantron, somewhere backstage in the Reno Sparks Convention Center. All eyes from the audience and those from watching around the world are seeing him on the screen as he speaks with the microphone in his right hand.

Stoner: I am here, reporting live from Reno, Neveda. I was able to gain an exclusive interview with a man who defeated Goth in a brutal fight at High Stakes III and is now forced to team up with the man to face off two of his opponents from two weeks ago. Ladies and gentlemen, here is the self-proclaimed "King Of Kings"....KAIN!!!!!!!

As Kain steps into the shot, a crowd reaction of cheers and boos fill the air. The camera gets a close look at Kain, who merely nods and then folds his arms into his chest as he looks into Scott's eyes as the camera pulls back to see both men in the shot.

Stoner: Kain, thank you for the interview. I wanted to talk to you first about Simon Jones's comments that he made in his promo, specifically about you. Have you listened to his promo and if so, any thoughts?

Kain looked away for a second and spit on the ground before facing Scott.

Kain: Yeah, I have. He's wrong about a lot of things, but I'll address them at a later point when he and I clash somewhere down the road. All I'm going to say is this; he's going to regret every word when I destroy him in the ring in fair combat. He was only lucky that the situation we were involved in was a fatal-four way match to decide the #1 contendership for the SCW heavyweight championship. Next time, the tables will be turned on him and he won't be the one talking trash from a distance after I'm through with that piece of shit. We've all been in wars for the title, so it was only inviteable that we fought for the title, but it doesn't matter if we did or not; we will always be engaged in a war with each other the moment we step into any fed and find out who is who and what they are going after. So Simon Jones, I suggest you keep mouthing off, because all it will do, at least for you, is making sure that I end your career and bury you six feet under. So I suggest you start trembling with fear, because at some point, you are going to receive your end and I'll be the one happy enough to end your career on such, short notice! Now, what else do you have for me, Scott?

Scott nervously swallowed as he saw the rage in Kain's eyes starting to appear, but he continued on with his question.

Stoner: The only other question is how do you feel about the match ahead tonight? What is your strategy?

Kain merely snorted to the question and chuckled, which made Scott feel at ease with the man...almost.

Kain: What I always do best, Scott. I survive and I slowly take out the opposition or as fast as I can, depending on how fast I can do it. But you're right though; this is a fight that's worth having a strategy for. I threw out a deal to Goth, one that I'm not sure if he's capable of agreeing to with, and he can be a backstabbing bastard when it happens. I don't trust the man at all, but if we are to win, we'll just have to survive the best we can. And then there's the opponents looking across from us; Nick Jones and Giani De Luca. I don't care about them in the slightest, Scott. All I want to do is get my hands on them and just rip them apart, limb by limb. I'm very dangerous in that ring or anywhere else, for that matter. This has got to be one of the worst decisions that Mark and Christian made as far as booking is concerned, but that is now not the time to debate that. I'm here for a reason tonight and I'm going to win. Goth better feel the same or I'm going to be extremely pissed off. Now speaking of pissed off, I suggest you leave now...or I'll make you leave.

With a final, harsh glance at Scott's eyes, The King Of Kings chuckled once more, this time more loudly, before unfolding his arms and walking away from the smaller man. Scott, on the other hand, stared after the man as the scene faded to black.

The Sin City Wrestling videotron lights up in a graveyard. 12 Druids can be seen carrying a body led by three druids, they stop in front of a headstone that reads "Here lies Max Burke"

Leader: A final resting place you must go, the shadows of yesterday are all you know, you gave your all and never feared, they took from you, your blood, sweat and tears. Your time has come, you must go home, your quiet soul can rest, never more to roam. Take heart my son, you did not go in vain, you've become a messenger, a messenger of pain. Pity you couldn't stay with us longer, but your pathetic weakness makes us stronger. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, we hate to say goodbye, but we must......we MUST!

The druids drop Max Burke into the shallow grave then surround it.

New Low starts to play thru the speaker system. The crowd starts to cheer as they see Jon Dough making his way to the ring. Jon is shaking hands and giving out high fives to all the fans.

Jon Dough: How’s everyone in Reno, Nevada doing tonight?

Cheap pop is heard from the crowd

Jon Dough: Good, good. So did you guys enjoy my match vs. Eric Steel?

Crowd: Yeaaaaaaa!

Jon Dough: That’s good. Felt good to get my 1st victory here in SCW!

Crowd cheers as there happy for Jon getting his 1st victory as well.

Jon Dough: So who do I fight next? Not sure but it won’t matter to me who. Because when you get in the ring with me one thing is for sure. Both wrestlers all give it their all for you SCW fans. That’s my promise to all of you.

Crowd: Jon Dough! Jon Dough! Jon Dough!

Jon Dough: I’m glad you fans seem to take a liking to me. I plan on providing you guys with the best action packed matches you ever seen. Well that’s all for now.

Crowd: Jon Dough! Jon Dough! Jon Dough!

Jon Dough: Now for something else that’s on my mind. We here at SCW give you guys everything we have. But there is a bigger group of people that give it their all as well. If not for this group not one SCW superstar would be here providing you the action you see week in week out. Even some of the SCW guys belong to this group. Like them or not guys like “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin and Cyrus King have given a part of their life to the military. With tomorrow being Veterans Day I would like to say Thank you to all who serve the United States Military.

The crowd starts to go crazy. The fans are cheering and clapping.

Jon Dough: Well I won’t hold up the show any longer. Enjoy the rest of the show.

New Low starts to play thru the speakers as we see Jon Dough making his way back up the ramp.

The cameras once again cut to backstage where we find the former Queen of the Damned and one half of the current Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Misty, leaning against a wall, but she's not alone. The apparent new man in her life, Seth, is standing next to her, and the two are emerged in a quiet conversation. Both are smiling as they enjoy their conversation and their time together.

Seth: Have I mentioned that you did great out in the ring earlier? And to think you were beginning to doubt yourself entering that tournament. Don't be surprised if you get a call from Frankie later.

Misty smiles and almost appears to be blushing at Seth's compliment.

Misty: That makes the third time you've said that, Seth. Besides, I have you and Frankie to thank for the confidence boost anyway. I really was ready to back out of it.

Seth: I know you were, and you're crazy for ever even considering backing out. When I met you almost fifteen years ago you could have walked into this tournament and breezed through it without even breaking a sweat, and you know it.

Misty: You're only saying that to make me feel better, but we both know that's not true. Now, are we just going to stand here and talk about the King of the Cage tournament all night?

Misty stares at Seth, almost insinuating she has other plans. Seth raises an eyebrow and grins.

Seth: You tell me? You're the one who had to be here so badly tonight even though you didn't have a match.

Misty: I couldn't skip it tonight, Seth. I screwed up and missed last week's show. I had to say what I needed to say tonight, and Vixen has a match, so I needed to be here to support her.

Seth: I know, I know. I was just joking with ya. Lighten up.

Seth offers Misty a playful nudge. She smiles and lets out a slight laugh.

Misty: Anyway, you want to go grab a bite to eat from the catering table? They're usually pretty good about getting some decent food.

Seth: Is that your attempt at inviting me to dinner?

He winks and Misty just shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

Misty: Oh please. If I was going to invite you to dinner, I'd make sure to invite you to some fancy restaurant and then make you foot the bill. Besides, everyone knows it's the man's job to make the first move.

Seth: Is that so? I didn't realize there was some written rule stating that.

Before Misty has a chance to respond, the sound of someone clearing his throat is heard from out of view of the camera. Misty and Seth turn their attention to behind the camera, just as it pans back to see the new number one contender to the Heavyweight Title, Giani Di Luca, in his NXT t-shirt, standing there looking straight at them...well, at Misty at least. Misty narrows her eyes, not exactly thrilled to see him, and Seth only looks confused, but he stays quiet.

Misty: I'm sorry, but this is a private conversation. You can leave now.

Giani: Yeah, I'm sorry for interrupting, but I was wonderin' if we could talk. I'll try not to take up too much of ya time.

Misty: Why should I bother giving you even a second of my time, Giani? You made it perfectly clear your opinion of me a few weeks ago.

Seth watches on, keep a close eye on the situation. Giani glances at him briefly, almost appearing disgusted, but he soon turns his attention back to Misty.

Giani: Please? I know I don't deserve it, but...

Seth is about to step forward and defend Misty, but she puts her arm out and stops him. He looks at her, and she shakes her head, signaling everything is fine.

Misty: Seth, how about you go ahead and go to the catering table before me. I'll meet you there in a few minutes.

Seth looks at Misty, reluctant to agree to this. He glances at Giani from the corner of his eye, but Misty assures him everything is alright.

Misty: I'll be fine, Seth. I promise. Go ahead. I'll be there in a few.

Seth lets out a sigh and then shrugs, having no choice but to give in. He runs his hand down Misty's arm, then turns and walks away, giving Giani and warning glance before he walks past him. Once Seth disappears around another corner, Misty turns her attention back to Giani, glaring at him with pure fire in her eyes.

Misty: Alright, you have my attention...for now. What the hell do you want, Giani?

Giani lowers his head, shaking it in disappointment. He wants to just forget about it and walk away, but something in him won’t allow him to do it. His eyes wander up to look at Misty even though he keeps his head lowered.

Giani: Look, outta anybody, you should be the one to understand this the most. Hell, it was your idea anyways… Ever since ya told me I didn’t have to be such a freakin’ douchebag, I couldn’t help but realize that… well… I was a douchebag. If I was a woman of substance such as ya’self, I wouldn’t want shit to do with me either.

Misty: A douchebag supreme, if you ask me…

Misty adds in a very matter-of-factly sort of way, crossing her arms over her chest as she narrows her animalistic eyes at him. He lifts his chin up, looking right at her with his almost puppy-like eyes.

Giani: Fine, I’m a… douchebag supreme… er, I was. What ya said really got into my head. Even if all the fans and the talent here can’t see that ya tryin’ to change for the better, I can see that. At first, I thought to myself “This chick is nuts for tryin’ to play nice.” Ya burned every damn bridge ya had, just like me. But ya realized that it didn’t have to be that way. Ya inspired me to want to change myself for the better too.

Misty: If this is some sort of stunt to try to get in my pants, then you are sorely mistaken “Mr. Di Luca”. I’ve got something else going for me, and I’m not going to…

Giani: Not that I don’t think ya could do a lot better, but I’m not suggestin’ we get back together or nothin’ like that. I’m on a mission, just like you are. I want to redeem myself. Not for the fans, or the recognition, but cause it’s the right thing to do. I was never that guy before. I mean, yeah, I was a little too confident sometimes, but never the asshole. I wanna go back to that, but I can’t. This is the closest I could come to that.

Misty’s firm jaw and fiery eyes seem to let up slowly as she takes in a deep breath. She can see the hint of a tear in his eye as she unfolds her arms, allowing them to dangle at her sides. Giani raises his shoulders a bit, loosening his own posture as he maintains eye contact.

Giani: Look, I know ya man is waitin’ for ya, so I’ll get to the point…. Misty, I’m sorry for the way things ended, and I’m sorry for the way I treated ya afterwards. That was wrong. And just like I did for Spike last week, I want ya to kick me in the balls for it.

A bit of a smile spreads across Misty’s face as she hears these words. She would love nothing more than to boot him in the jewels, but an attack of conscience comes over her as she places a hand on his shoulder.

Misty: Look, I’m not going to kick you in the balls. If anyone should understand where you are coming from, it’s me. I'm not going to deny you what I've been trying to accomplish myself. I forgive you, Giani.

Misty gives his shoulder a slight friendly rub as he nods his head. He grabs her hand and gives it a firm, yet friendly shake.

Misty: And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry too.

Giani: Aww… Fuhgeddaboudit… it’s nothin’ anyway. But look, I don’t wanna keep ya from ya man, and I better get ready for my match, so I’ll see ya around?

Misty gives him a nod and a smile. He returns the gesture, letting her hand go as he turns to walk away. Misty tilts her head to the side, curiously, as she watches him jovially walk off.

Justin: The following contest is a tag team match...

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" A loud chorus of boos fills the arena as "Cocky" by Kid Rock blasts throughout.

Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by The Entourage. From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and fifty one pounds, he is Nick Jones!

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

Justin: And his partner, from Seaside Heights, New Jersey

A few cameras file through the curtains.

Justin: Weighing in at two hundred and eighty five poounds, he is Giani Di Luca!

“Wrecked” plays when Giani comes down to the ring, he supplies his own blast of pyros that rain down on him as he pauses, soaking in the boos of the audience. He really gets them going as he flips his hands from under his chin, laughing as they boo. He jumps onto the ring apron and soaks in the audience reaction before climbing under the top rope. He bounces from the ropes, then runs over to the far turnbuckle and raises his fist high in the air for his camera crew. He leaps down and jogs in place.

Justin: And their opponents, introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Ariel.

The lights in the arena goes down as the low-sounding guitar riff from Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" plays and a lone spotlight is placed on the top of the entrance ramp, right at the enter. Once the guitars and drums pick up noise and the song starts to play it's tune, a platform rises from the bottom and the crowd recognizes Kain and his love, Ariel.

Justin: From Detroit, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is Kain!

The crowd cheers wildly for Kain as Saliva's frontman, Josey Scott, sings his lyrics, boasting of a show that no one has ever seen before. Kain looks around the arena, smiles briefly at both sides of the crowd, then stares down the ring and locks on to his game face. Snarling with rage, he walks down the ramp with intent and purpose, thinking of the fight ahead of him. He feels the warm presence of Ariel's hand as the couple walk, side-by-side, but his mind is focused on the carnage tonight. Once they reach the bottom, Ariel goes behind Ariel, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is now shown from head to toe as the camera gets a great look at his incredible physique. The women couldn't help but gawk at his body while the men couldn't help but be awe in what they are seeing now. Ariel hands the black robe over to a nearby ring attendent, directly to her right, then gets pulled in by Kain, who embraces her in a deep kiss. Ariel returns the kiss and the arena's noise got more louder than before. Kain breaks off the kiss, bows to his queen, then turns away and walks up the steps and places both hands near the end the end of the top rope. He then hops on the top floor and performs a foward somersault before landing on the ground. As he lands, flaming pyro explodes from all corners of the ring as the lights grow back on. Climbing on each turnbuckle, he raises his right, clenched fist in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd. Finally, he heads to his corner, kneels briefly, saying a few words to himself before rising up and looking behind as he spies the entrance ramp. "Ladies And Gentlemen" as Kain now stands still, awaiting his opponent.

Justin: And his partner, being accompanied to the ring by Sapphira

Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring holding the SCW Heavyweight championship over his shoulder.

Justin: from Utrecht, The Netherlands, weighing in at two hundred and thirty nine pounds, he is the SCW heavyweight champion, he is Goth!

He is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress. 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 lets Sapphira take off his robe and he stares down his opponents in the ring.

Adams: There's hate on one team and egos on the other team.

Drew calls for the bell.

DING DING DING.

Kain and Goth argue about who's starting the match, but Nick Jones takes advantage by crashing a forearm in to the back of Kain! A smile crosses Goth's face as he steps out of the ring. Giani leaves the ring on the other side. Nick clubs Kain again from behind, before pulling him back in towards him from behind and lifts him over in a belly to back suplex, dropping Kain on to his back. Nick pulls Kain to his feet. He nails Kain with a quick punch with his right hand, followed by another right hand. Nick smirks at Kain, holding him by the chin with his left hand. Nick kisses his right fist before drilling it in to the side of Kain's head. Kain hits the canvas hard as Nick turns around, smirking at the booing crowd. Nick turns his attention back to the King Of Kings, lifting him to his feet and catching him with a quick hit to the jaw. Kain spins around and Nick grabs his head from behind. He locks Kain in a reverse DDT position, before spinning around and nailing Kain with a spinning neckbreaker!

Simone: Reverse twist of fate!

Nick attempts to cover Kain, hooking his leg. Drew drops down to make the count

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2...

Kain kicks out

Adams: Gonna take a lot more to put Kain down and out of this match

Kain scrambles to his feet and Nick attempts a clothesline, but Kain ducks and fires a kick backwards, catching Nick in the gut, Kain spins around with a huge three sixty clothesline.

Adams: Zangief styleeeeeeeeee

Simone: What?

Adams: A guy I know called Mete, will understand that reference.

Kain picks Nick back to his feet, firing heavy shots in to Nick's gut and ribs before clocking him in the side of the head and knocking Nick to the canvas. Kain lines himself up with Nick before dropping a knee across his head. Nick sits up straight and Kain springs to his feet, before kicking Nick hard in the spine! Nick crawls away from Kain but Kain grabs hold of his head and pulls him to his feet. Kain pulls Nick back to his feet, and drives a boot in to his gut. Kain pulls Nick's head towards him and hooks him up. Kain grabs hold of Nick's trunks and lift him up with an impaler DDT, dropping Nick on the top of the head. Kain flips Nick over and goes for the cover

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Nick kicks out

Simone: Nick sneaking a shoulder up.

Kain picks Nick up and whips the former two time SCW Heavyweight champion in to the ropes. Nick bounces back and ducks Kain's clothesline, hitting the ropes on the other side of the ring, as he comes back, he puts out and arm of his own, as does Kain, both men taking each other down with a double clothesline! Both men's head bouncing off the canvas.

Adams: Double wipeout!

Kain and Nick start to crawl to their own corners, reaching out to their partners hands. Both men tag in simulataniously. Giani and Goth get in the ring and stand looking at ya.

Simone: If Goth keeps the Heavyweight championship between now and the supercard, these two men will meet one on one.

Giani and Goth start trading punches, the heavyweight champion taking hard shots to the head but Goth quickly cuts Giani off with a knee to the gut. Giani moves away, but Goth pulls the Italian Stallion close and nails him with a spinning neckbreaker. Giani holds the back of his head but Goth moves in, stomping on Giani's wide chest before pulling him to his feet. Goth steps in with an elbow across the jaw, forcing Giani to stumble backwards. Goth follows up with a roaring elbow to the top of Giani's head, knocking the number one contender down to the canvas. Goth looks down at Giani with an evil look. He pulls Giani to his feet and lifts him over with a quick snap suplex! Goth gets to his feet and pulls Giani back with him. Goth plants a boot in Giani's gut and hooks him up with a a double arm DDT and drop Giani on his head! Goth sits up as Giani rolls on to his back. Goth leans over Giani, attempting a cover and Drew Patton drops down to make the cover

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Giani gets a shoulder up

Adams: Close but no go for Goth.

Goth pulls Giani to his feet but Giani cuts Goth off with and elbow to the gut. Giani stumbles backwards but quickly charges at Goth, nailing him in the head with a big boot, knocking the heavyweight champion down on to the canvas.

Simone: Giani nearly decapitated Goth!

Giani moves in and pulls Goth to his feet. Moving in behind him, Giani lifts him up in the air and drops him with an atomic drop. Goth bounces on to his feet, straightening up. Giani nails Goth with a powerful clothesline in the back of the head, dropping the champion down to the canvas. Giani picks Goth to his feet, with a head full of steam, and lifts the Gothic one above his head with a military press slam. Giani holds Goth in the air to the delight of the fans, before dropping him face first. Giani picks Goth to his feet and lifts him up on his shoulders. Giani charges and drops Goth with a powerslam! Giani stays on top and hooks the leg.

Adams: Giani thought he had it then!

Giani's face paints a picture of slight disappointment. Nick puts his hand over the rope, calling for Giani to make the tag.

Simone: I think Nick wants in.

Giani walks over to Nick, tagging him in. Nick instantly gets in the ring and covers Goth!

Simone: Nick just wanted the glory!

Nick pulls Goth to his feet, moving in behind him. Nick gets Goth in a hammerlock and lifts him over in a hammerlock suplex. As they land, Nick gets to his knees and slaps Goth around the back of the head.

Simone: Disrespect coming from Nick.

Adams: He's never done that before.... oh wait.

Nick pulls Goth to his feet. He quickly pulls in Goth's leg and hooks up his head, looking over at Giani. Nick lifts Goth over with a head and leg suplex and stands up, looking at Giani, posing in front of his tag team partner.

Simone: Nick trying to prove he is better than Giani.

Giani yells back at Nick, but Nick pulls off a muscle pose in front of Giani, but Goth starts to move towards his corner, reaching out an out stretched hand towards Kain. Kain turns his head looking at Goth, but allows Goth to tag out. Kain charges in the ring and dropkicks Nick from behind, sending him flying in to Giani. The two clash bodies and Drew Patton indicates a tag!

Adams: Of all the unique tags I've seen, I've never seen a chest bump count as a tag.

Nick argues with Drew as Giani enters the ring, but Kain moves in quickly with a European uppercut! Giani hits the canvas hard and Kain continues the attack with stomps. He waits for Giani to return to his feet and as he does, Kain jumps up and catches Giani with an enziguri! Giani falls to the canvas and Kain goes for a cover.

Simone: Great ring presence from Giani there.

Kain pulls Giani to his feet and takes him by the wrist and whips him in to the ropes. Giani reverses and Kain bounces off the ropes, but Goth reaches his hand across and blind tags himself in to the match. Kain slides under Giani's legs. Kain bounces back to his feet, and quickly spins around with a spinning back elbow and catches Giani in the jaw. Giani spins around, only to be met with a kick in the gut by Goth and quickly pulled in to the ADDT!

Adams: Goth just nailed Giani with the ADDT!

Goth goes for the cover and Drew drops down to count.

Simone: This one would have been over, but Nick got involved.

Nick pulls Goth to his feet and nails him with a quick high legged clothesline, but as he returns to his feet, Kain fires shots at Nick, backing him up against the ropes. Kain steps back and runs at Nick, clotheslining him over the top rope, the speed of the attack takes both men over the top rope.

Adams: Crash and burn!

Giani gets to his feet first, looking at Goth as Goth slowly gets to his feet. Giani moves in, kicking Goth in the gut. Giani threads Goth's arm through his own legs and lifts him in the air but Goth wiggles free and lands behind Giani. He spins him around, and hooks him up, before dropping him with...

Simone: ADDT!

Goth hooks the leg and Drew drops down to make the count

Justin: The winners of the match..... KAIN AND GOTH!

Simone: Goth just pinned the SCW Heavyweight championship number one contender!

Adams: It took two ADDT's to put Giani down and if these two meet one on one in a few weeks, Giani will be looking for payback!

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see Jessie Salco alongside her brother Jake and her boyfriend Shane who are listening to the song “In Your Face” by Children of Bodom, one of the bands recently announced for the UK’s annual Bloodstock Music Festival being held at Catton Hall in Derbyshire.

Simone: Jessie isn’t in action tonight but apparently she’s just content to listen to music.

Adams: So what’s different?

The song ends and Jessie flips her messy hair that was pretty much only messy in the first place because she was headbanging to the song and her male companions do the same.

Jessie: Man, still can’t believe how much Bloodstock’s announcement pissed all over Download’s announcement.

Shane: I think you mean pissed and shitted on.

Jessie: Yeah, that works.

Jake: I may get us a pair of day tickets just for After Bridge and Rob Zombie but that’s about it, if the line-up improves I’ll probably get a weekend ticket and we’ll see about hitting two UK Festivals this year.

Jessie: Yeah and go back to the tents for the headliners.

Shane: Either way, Bloodstock will be amazing and Download…..not so much.

Shane adds and the others nod in agreement as the scene fades.

We can see the mysterious druids backstage, planning an attack on another SCW superstar when suddenly they hear a voice

Voice: Looking for someone??

They turn around and see Brother Grimm standing there with his arms crossed across his chest, they are ready to charge when suddenly a large cloak is thrown over them and that blinds them.

Simone: Hey!! Someone is taking it to the druids!!!

Adams: Is Grimm stupid? They are three of them and he is alone

Simone: If that is the case, who threw the cloak Einstein??

Adams: Err….

Suddenly we see a chair blast across the heads and backs of all three men, dropping them as the cloak is still over them. Finally a hand pulls it off of them and we see the SCW Heavyweight champion stand there with a now beat down chair in his hand.

Simone: HEY!!! Payback is coming sooner than we thought!!

Goth: You think you can just get away with whatever you thought was cool?? Guess again, me and Grimm are never one to back down from a fight. I just hope you guys will have enough balls to accept the beatdown of your lives

With that he blasts the chair one more time across the men as he and his tag team partner walk off as the fans cheer them on.

Backstage at the catering table, Misty's new guy friend, Seth is seen looking over the assortment of goodies that SCW ordered for their talent and employees. He almost seems hesitant to take anything, given the fact he is not employed here, when Misty walks up behind him.

Misty: I'm giving you permission to take some of that food, Seth. You don't have to just stare at it all night.

Misty laughs as she walks up next to him, grabbing two plates and handing on to Seth. He reluctantly takes it.

Seth: You're allowed to eat the food, Misty. You work for this company. I don't.

Misty: So? You're here with me, so I say you can eat the damn food. Now who is the one who needs to lighten up?

Misty puts a few of the delicious goodies on her plate, while Seth still holds himself back. After a minute or so, he shrugs and starts filling his plate with food.

Seth: So how did it go with fake-bake Jersey boy?

Misty turns and looks at Seth, unable to hold back the laugh that escapes her mouth. Seth smiles, proud of that comment as well, but Misty shakes her head.

Misty: Hey, be nice. Giani isn't all that bad...not always anyway. And it went fine, obviously.

Seth: Why do you say obviously? Judging by the way you looked at him, I wasn't so sure about that.

Misty shakes her head and she grabs a bottle of water. Seth follows suit and takes a bottle of water for himself.

Misty: Look, I don't want to talk about Giani anymore. You're going back to Chicago tomorrow, so I'd like to focus on having a good time before you--

Seth: Wait a second...Don't tell me you actually...

Seth doesn't finish his sentence as he looks at Misty with a pressing stare. Misty looks away, knowing full well what he was going to ask. Seth lets out a loud laugh, causing other people around to turn and stare at them. Misty turns and shushes him.

Misty: You think you can laugh a little louder? I don't think everyone heard you.

Seth: I'm sorry. That just really comes as a surprise to me. I didn't think you went for guys like that. I thought you preferred guys more like...

Misty: More like what, Seth? You seem to know me so well, so let's hear this.

Misty sets her plate of food and her bottle of water down on the table and stares at Seth, folding her arms. She waits patiently for his answer, but he lets out an awkward laugh, then shakes his head and shrugs.

Seth: Nevermind, it doesn't matter. You were right, this food is pretty good.

Misty's jaw drops open slightly, and she stares at Seth, shocked and a little confused at his sudden change of subject. She shakes her head then walks away, heading back to the locker room areas. Seth watches on, confused and he calls out to her.

Seth: What? What did I say?!

He quickly sets the plate of food down and chases after her, but she doesn't seem to want to talk to him any longer as she disappears down another hall, letting out a loud frustrated growl.

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! Introducing first, representing The Seven Deadly Sins… Hailing from Vancouver, British Columbia, standing at 5 feet 7 inches, weighing in at 176 pounds, he is…DESSSSSPAYYYYYYYYRE!!!

The heavy beat of Orgy's 'Opticon' begins to sound over the public address system of the arena. The fans turn their attention to the stage atop the entry ramp to await the entrance of the 'disturbed one' and their wait is rewarded. Despayre steps out onto the stage, holding his teddy bear, Angel, by the fuzzy arm in one hand, with Synn at his side and they are greeted enthusiastically with cheers. The gothic mental case briefly holds 'Angel' up in the air to let 'him' bask in the cheers too, and they then start to move along the entry aisle, and closer towards the ring. His movements are slow, methodical, and he avoids being touched by the many hands reaching out to him but allows his bear to greet the fans. Arriving at ringside, he slides "Angel" into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope himself. Again grabbing his 'security' bear, he crawls across the ring on all fours and deposits himself into a neutral corner where Synn joins him for the pre-match pep talk.

Justin Decent: And his partner and fellow Tag Team Champion… Hailing from Parts Unknown, standing at 6 feet 8 inches, weighing in at 300 pounds, he is… RAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!

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. He stands at the entrance for a few moments before he raises his clenched fist above him, eliciting cheers from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring with a dark look on his face. 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. Rage looks to the backstage entrance as his music dies down and he waits for his opponent to enter.

Justin Decent: And their challengers… Introducing first, making his way to us from Birmingham, England, standing at 5 feet 11 inches, and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is… SIIIIIIMON JOOOOOOOOONESSS!!!

The intro of “Simon Says” By Drain STH plays over the arena’s PA system, prompting Simon Jones to walk through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans on either side of the aisle. 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, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle, to further cheers and applause from the fans. Before he can say anything, 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!

I want out, but I could never surrender.
Try and brake 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!"

Justin Decent: Making his way to the ring at this time. He hails from , . Weighing in tonight at 375 pounds, He is “The Freight Train of Pain”… CASEYYYYYYY WILLLLLLIAMS!!!

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!

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 on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder.

DING! DING! DING!

Casey and Rage stand in the middle of the ring, staring each other down, sending the fans into an uproar in this Battle of the Giants. Williams stops and looks around for a minute, taking a deep breath before both men tie up in a battle of power. The slightly bigger Williams starts off strong, powering Rage toward the corner, but a knee to his stomach shifts the power back into Rage’s favor. He wraps his arm around Williams’ neck, steadying him for a snap suplex, but Williams jabs fierce fists into Rage’s side, and they return to a tie up. Williams butts the crown of his head directly between Rage’s eyes and then he shifts a barrage of repeated, alternating knees into Rage, and getting him down to one knee. Williams hits him with a hard right hook, and Rage comes back with a jab to the stomach. Williams sucks it up and tosses Rage across the ring and as he comes back. Williams plants a big boot to Rage’s fSimon, nearly taking his head off. He lets out a primal scream before stomping around the ring, much to the fans’ dismay.

Simone: A strong offense built right off the bat from Casey Williams.

Adams: That won’t be enough to stop Rage from taking it right back to Williams though. When Rage gets in the zone, he is nearly unstoppable.

He goes to pick Rage off of the mat, but Rage swings his leg up and kicks Carter in the head, sending him stumbling backward. In an excellent display of showmanship, Rage flings Williams toward the ropes, only this time, Williams counters it, sending him the other way, until Rage reverses it yet again. As Williams comes back, Rage goes for a rough hip toss, but Williams smacks him across the back of the head. While Rage is stunned, Williams reverses the momentum for a hip toss of his own. Rage stalls it by planting his feet firmly on the ground. From there, he hits a series of fast and furious jabs to Williams’ stomach and face. He stops and bounces off of the nearby ropes, only to have Williams lift him up into a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam. This time, though, Rage wraps his legs around Williams’s neck, stalling it long enough to handstand. The monster, Rage, comes down quickly and tackles Casey into the corner, repeatedly hitting shoulderbutts before letting Casey fall. Rage stomps away at Williams who is rolling around on the canvas. Jasmine St. John comes over to break it up, causing Rage to get a grip, taking deep breaths. Rage takes a few steps back as Williams slowly gets up to his hands and knees. Rage measures it up carefully and then charges forward, punting Williams’s chin like a football!

Adams: Did you see that? He bent it like Beckham there!

Simone: Rage has really turned it around here.

Rage picks Williams up from the mat and flings him against the ropes. Williams ducks a Clothesline attempt, and dives over for a tag to Simon. Simon gets in the ring, but Rage is quick to hit a high kick to the much smaller Simon’s head. Rage whips Simon into the ropes, and he runs into the opposing ropes for a clothesline, which Simon ducks, and catches Rage with a hard jab to the ribs. He is quick to land a hard elbow to Rage’s back, then another to the back of his head, sending him crashing down to the mat. He goes for a legdrop on Rage’s back, but Rage rolls out of the way, and pulls himself to his feet. As Simon attempts to do the same, Rage grabs onto his hair, and begins laying in punches. The fans cheer as he connects with two, but on his third attempt, Simon grabs his fist. He swings his legs around and brings Rage down in a Triangle Choke Hold. He wrenches Rage’s neck, causing him to gasp for breath. He fights to back out of it, but Rage has to steady a hold on him to let go. Rage leans forward, picking himself up as far as he can. This causes Simon to wrench even tighter. In a desperate attempt, Rage reaches as far under Simon as he can, cradling his dead weight, and he lifts him up into position for a sitting powerbomb, which comes crashing down, breaking the hold as both men lay there, stunned.

Adams: Both men are laid out, and Despayre is anxiously reaching out for the tag but…

Simone: Oh! Williams remedied that situation right away by hitting a Superkick right from the apron!

Rage is the first one to his feet. He grabs onto Simon’s head, falling down with a Neckbreaker. He picks Simon up from the mat, but Simon tosses Rage toward the turnbuckle, but Rage reverses it, sending Simon to the corner instead. As Rage follows, Simon catches himself and he leaps up and over Rage. Simon waits until Rage is turned back around, and he nails him with a backward shoulderbutt. He turns around and as he charges forward, he pounds one knee into Rage’s midsection, followed by the other knee. He climbs up over Rage, and initiates a count as the fans count it out for him.

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Rage jabs Simon in the most convenient of places, the groin. As Simon’s face sours in pain, he shoves him forward in an attempt to get him off. Instead, Simon brings him down in a monkey flip, rolling over with it into a pin attempt.

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Rage kicks out and Simon stomps his foot in frustration. Simon picks up a prone Rage, and then he wraps his arms around Rage’s waist for a German Suplex. The audience cheers as Simon plays up to them, taking a moment to nod with their cheers.

Simone: Simon is really getting the crowd going tonight, but one has to wonder… Is it possible that we could be seeing new Tag Team Champions?

Adams: Despite their differences, Casey and Simon have strategizes by isolating Rage and knocking out every attempt to get Despayre into this match.

As soon as the cheers start, Rage slowly starts to pump his fists, starting at his side. He reaches up and begins doing it, and then he brings his elbow, crashing it hard against Simon’s head. As Simon stumbles backward, Rage swings around the back and sets up for a Pumphandle Slam. The crowd goes crazy as Rage begins to shout out at them. He lifts Simon up into the air, only to have Simon wrap his legs around his neck for the second Triangle Choke of the match. He brings Rage down to the ground this time, really holding on hard. Rage starts to go limp and Jasmine comes over to check on him. He lifts his arm, and lets it fall. He throws up one finger and shouts along with it. She does it again, pausing before dropping the limp arm again. He throws up two fingers and shouts “TWO!” She goes to grab onto Rage’s arm again, but before he can even lift it, Rage clinches his fist, punching as hard as he can in a furious attempt to escape. Once he has the slightest chance, he tears loose from the hold, only to come crashing back into the Jasmine, knocking her hard against the turnbuckle.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Adams: For the first time in history, Jasmine St. John, or any referee for that matter, does not fall unconscious!

Jasmine holds onto her stomach and scolds Rage. Rage mutters under his breath as he stumbles over toward Despayre. Simon clubs him across the back, stopping him short. He grabs onto Rage’s leg to drag him back to the center of the ring, but Rage leaps up, hitting an Enziguri. He rolls over and tags Despayre into the match. Despayre charges into the ring, but Williams climbs into the ring, lifting the high flyer up into the air with a record setting Back Body Drop. He shouts ”You’re welcome!” to Simon before exiting the ring, scoffing at his “unappreciative” partner. Simon waves it off and picks up one arm and one leg of Despayre. He slings him up into the air and then drops him down hard against the mat. He slings him up and onto his shoulders, ready for a Death Valley Driver. but as he gets close to the ropes, Rage hits a hard high kick to Williams’s face, dropping him down with Despayre on top.

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1.5!

Simone: Simon Jones just tossed Despayre off of him as if he were light as a feather.

Adams: Hey basically is, Belinda! Oh, and Despayre is scrambling to his feet, and it might be possible that we see Despayre’s first move in the entire match!

Unfortunately, Casey Williams quickly climbs over the top rope and strikes him down with a Clothesline to Despayre. He makes his way over to Rage, but Williams tackles him through the ropes. Both men fight on the outside while Simon shrugs his shoulders. Simon picks Despayre off of the ground. He connects with a Snap Suplex, but isn’t finished there. He comes back around with another Snap Suplex. He raises up, bringing Despayre with him, flinging him over with a Fisherman’s Suplex, hooking the leg for the pin.

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KICKOUT!

Despayre rolls up, stumbling to his feet as Simon kips up. Simon turns around and Despayre jumps up onto his shoulders, looking for a Hurricanrana. Simon drops him down for a Powerbomb, and then tosses him up onto his shoulders. He looks around, gauging the reaction of the fans before landing with the a second and third Powerbomb! He stands up, readying himself for the pin when Casey Williams reaches in for a sneak tag. Simon argues with Casey, but Casey is in no mood to listen. He lays in several stomps, picking Despayre up from the mat afterwards. He sends Despayre into the ropes, and as he comes back, Williams boots him in the gut. He leaps over, spinning Despayre with him to land The Broken Soul, a Sitdown Powerbomb! He rolls Despayre over for the pin.

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Rage comes in and bashes Casey from behind with a boot to the back of his head. He flings Casey up in a fit of rage (HA!), and boots him in the gut. He lays Casey out with The Death Drop, dusting his hands off, satisfied with his handiwork. Out of nowhere, Simon hits the Into Oblivion on Rage, laying him out on the mat as the fans cheer for the former Heavyweight Champ. His adrenaline is pumping through his veins as his nostrils flare. He hasn’t noticed that Despayre is back on his feet, and isn’t even remotely prepared for…

Adams: LOBOTOMY! And Despayre takes advantage of the downed Casey!

Simone: It’s like David pinning Goliath!

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Adams: They did it!

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentlemen… Your winners and STILL SCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS… DESPAYRE and RAGE!!!

Simone: I’m surprised that Simon and Casey were able to coexist to even come close to winning those titles…

Adams: I’m not so sure how long that is going to last!

As Rage and Despayre collect their belts, celebrating their hard fought win, Casey slowly gets up from the mat. He seems stunned, however he realizes what has happened as he sees his opponents hands raised in victory, and his face turns sinister. He watches as they leave, joining Synn on the outside on their way to the back. Casey grabs onto the ropes, stomping the mat in anger as he rips the top rope partially off. He slams his hands against his head as he goes into a rage of his own. He looks down at Simon, and without a second thought, he lifts Simon up from the mat and goes for the Kiss of Death. However, Simon ducks it, spearing the giant back into the ropes. With the top rope missing, Casey falls over backwards, tumbling hard to the concrete. Simon leaps over the ropes as Casey gets to his knees. Both men go into an all out brawl as the fans burst into cheers. Security comes down to ringside as quickly as possible.

Simone: That’s all the time we have for tonight… I’m Belinda Simone…

Adams: … and I’m Jason Adams, signing off for this edition of Climax Control!

Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Court, MK, Maggie, Gary, Wong, Mete, Gerrit, Casey, Simon Jones, our druid friends and Ro.