SCW Crowd: Yeah so do I

Jon Dough & SCW Crowd:

I've been right; I've been left
I've been wrong; I've been left behind
I've been up but mostly down

I've been right; I've been left
I've been wrong; I've been left behind
I've been up but mostly down

Jon cuts the song half way thru, we see Jon Dough in the middle of the ring. Crowd is heard cheering and clapping for Jon Dough. Jon puts the mic closer to his mouth…

The crowd is heard cheering and chanting Jon Dough's name

Crowd: Jon Dough! Jon Dough! Jon Dough!

Jon Dough: Thanks for the love.

Jon points to his new SCW Tag Team Title that is tied around his waist. The SCW Crowd on hand starts to go nuts.

Jon Dough: So I’m one half of the SCW Tag Team Champions. But more importantly I’m the SCW camp of the fans!

Crowd: Yes! Yes! Yes! Crowd cheers a bit.

Jon Dough: man oh man what a super show last week. Did everyone here see December 2 Dismember. Wait who are we kidding of course you did. The right question is did you enjoy the Super Show, If you did.

Jon gets a little louder on the mic

Jon Dough: Can I get a SCW!

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW! SCW!

Jon Dough: Good, good. See we all in SCW try are best to give you guys an action packed show... This past December 2 Dismember was one of those events that if you missed it then you missed something special. Sure we all know that Kain vs. Damien Kingston while beating each other with Kendo Sticks was gonna to be a hell of a fight. Plus the Main Event Wow what a match.

Crowd: Giani! Giani! Giani!

Jon Dough: Giani well done sir. Then there the match that all of the internet couldn’t stop talking about Gothika vs. Roxi Johnson for the SCW Bombshell Championship. That was a close one and while. Gothika is on top of her game for sure, everyone's favorite Superhero almost walked away with the title.

Crowd is heard cheering.

Jon Dough: While some matches may stick out more than others, that doesn’t mean that there were bad matches by any stretch of the imagination. I mean let’s look at SCW Bomshell Roulette Championship Amy Marshall vs. Mercedes Vargas. I’m sure half of us assumed Mercedes would win and the other half was rooting for Amy. The match was so good every SCW fan came out the winner after watching that match.

Crowd is heard cheering.

Jon Dough: Plus then you had Diamond VS Emma Rose. On one hand you had Emma Rose had yet to get a pin fall on her own which she did. Good job Emma.

Crowd: Whistling

Jon Dough: Yet on the other hand you had someone who made their debut and come out swinging. Speaking of debuts how about those FoShan Bombshells?

Crowd is heard cheering and whistling again.

Jon Dough: Yet another debut that fell short but man was it close. At the end of the day however when you have Vixen and Misty to deal with you know you’re in for one hell of a match.

Crowd: YEAAAA!!

Jon looks down to his waist, Jon is looking at his Tag Team belt. Crowd starts going a little nuts.

Jon Dough: Sure I can sit here and talk about my match all day. But I won’t.

Crowd: Booo!

Jon Dough: Shit! I know I’m not getting booed. I’m Jon Dough!

Crowd: Jon WHO?

Jon Dough: I said I’m Jon….

Crowd: DOUGH!!!!

Jon Dough: That’s right the SCW Champ of the fans. As a fan I have to say from all the matches in December 2 Dismember, There were two that stuck out to me and there not even any of which we just spoke about. My two favorites are a tie between Casey Williams and Simon Jones, and Jeremiah Hardin vs. Cyrus King. I’m going to call it right now. Years down the road those two matches are going to be talked about as the under rated matches of all time. They were that good.

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

Jon Dough: And then there one was one more match it was a tag team match between Nick Jones and Tony Capicella vs. Despayre and BIG B. Now there is a reason why I saved that one for last. You see I wasn’t looking at that match as a SCW Fan like I did with the rest. You see when I see tag team match all I see are guys who at some point may want to take the Tag titles from me and Aaron.

The crowd starts to go nuts just for hearing the name Aaron.

Crowd: YEA! Aaron! Aaron! Aaron! Aaron!

Jon Dough: Oh my I take it that everyone here is a fan of The American Tradition?

Crowd: Yes! YEs! YES! YES!

Jon Dough: Hmm I’m going to assume that, that's a yes! Well look I see Justin Decent eye balling me which means I have taken more time then I was allowed. But I don't care because I'm here for the FANS!

Crowd: Jon Dough! Jon Dough! Jon Dough!

Jon Dough: I'm sorry Jon WHO!!?????

Crowd: JON DOUGH!!!

New Low starts to play as Jon exits the ring and makes his way to the backstage area.

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The scene opens backstage where Nick Jones is seen just arriving at the arena, walking through the halls with his bag hanging over his shoulder. As Nick turns the corner, he suddenly comes to a quick stop as the camera shot pans out a bit to show Nick is face to face with his cousin, Big B. Nick simply looks up at his cousin silently, showing no sign of any emotion on his face, as B smiles at his cousin.

Big B: Hey cuz. I just wanted to say that it was a great match out there, and I'm just hoping we can put all of this behind us now. What do you say?

With that, Big B extends his hand out to his cousin, but Nick opts not to say a word and simply continues walking on right past his cousin. Big B watches him for a moment, looking a bit confused, before eventually shrugging his shoulders and walking off in the other direction. Nick continues on before reaching the locker room area and eventually walking into a room in which he finds the familiar faces of his entourage: Tony Capicelli, Max Goldstein, Jimmy Mason and, of course, his girlfriend Diana Roberts. As soon as he steps into the room, Diana immediately rushes over towards him and gives him a big hug and kiss, before then backing up a step and slapping him on the arm. Nick glares at Diana after that, as she stares at him, clearly quite angry with him.

Nick: What the hell was that for?

Diana: Are you kidding me?!? Oh, I don't know, maybe it has something to do with the fact that we haven't seen you, or even heard a single damn word from you, in a week?!?

Tony: Yeah, boss. Ain't nobody seen ya since da match on Sunday.

Nick: Yeah... so?

Jimmy: Nicky, baby... we just wanted to make sure nothing happened to you or anything.

Max: Oh Gawd, we were so nervous.

Nick: Well, as you can all see now, I'm just fine. If I had wanted to talk to you clowns, then I damn well would have. You ever think of that? And if I needed, or even wanted, any of you here tonight, I would have told you so. But guess what? I don't and I didn't. So how about you all do for me what you're all best at... absolutely nothing. And you know what the best part about that? Is that you can do nothing anywhere, most importantly of all... NOT HERE.

Tony: You's sure yer alright, boss? I's mean, we ain't know what's goin' on here or nuttin'.

Nick: Good. And let's keep it that way. Listen, I'll see you all back at the house, but I've got some thing I need to take care of here tonight, and I need to do them ON... MY... OWN. We clear? So you all seriously need to get the hell out of here.

The entire group seems a bit confused and hesitant, not quite knowing what to do as they all look to each other without having moved an inch. Nick, clearly becoming quite upset with the lack of action, quickly snaps at them.

Nick: NOW!!!

Diana: You know what? If you want to send these other three away then so be it, that's your prerogative. But know something right now, I'm not going anywhere.

Nick rolls his eyes before letting out a deep sigh.

Nick: Fine, if you insist. Just try to stay out of the way. As for you three, it's time for you to go.

Diana takes a seat, plopping down before folding her arms across her chest while still watching Nick intently. Meanwhile, Tony, Jimmy and Max all slowly grab their stuff before to the door and leaving. Nick then tosses his back down and then opens it up, pulling his ring gear from out of the bag.

Simone: There's definitely something going on with Nick right now, that's for sure. And it looks he's breaking out his ring gear as well.

Adams: You know what that means don't you? Looks like we've got ourselves another competitor for tonight's battle royal! This is going to be great!

Nick is about ready to start getting changed, but then turns and looks straight towards the camera, then walking forward a bit before then stopping and slamming the locker room door shut right in front of the camera as the scene comes to an end.

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With the cameras returning to the backstage area they happen to catch up with Aaron Matthews and JD Phoenix. Both of them standing there in a locker room just moments before JD's match. Speaking of JD she was pacing back and forth on the floor seemingly getting herself pumped up for the match that would be taking place soon enough. Matthews pushed himself up off the wall he was leaning against. JD turned around to pace again and that's when she felt his hands grab her shoulders stopping her.

Aaron Matthews: Ayo babe, ya know I love ya but this pacing thang has got to stop. You drivin' me insane boo.

J.D. puts her face in her hands and takes a deep breath before looking up with a stressed out expression on her face.

J.D Phoenix: I'm sorry yo-- I just, I just am like... having a moment of "Damn, I can't believe I'm wrestling tonight." and "Damn, this Jade brosephette just might beat my ass."

Aaron shakes his head as he begins to speak.

Aaron Matthews: The only thing beat on Jade is that face.

J.D. laughs out loud and Aaron smiles knowing he did just the trick. J.D. was infamous for said "capping on people" or in other words, insulting them.

Aaron Matthews: I knew that would make you laugh! But in all seriousness, there is nothing to be worried about. It's not like your brand new to the ring. I mean-- ya might have a lil' bit of ring rust but everyone gets that when they are out of the game for awhile.

J.D. shrugs her shoulders as she looks down at her old Nike sneakers that she always use to fight in matches.

J.D Phoenix: But I feel like I've been out of the game for too long! Don't get me wrong, I know babies whoop a girls' ass and I don't regret having Jace ever but it's like I've never doubted myself so badly before a kid? It's like I feel like, like... if I'm not good enough, I've failed him.

Aaron visibly becomes a little irritated by J.D.'s comment but he knew he was there to get thoughts like the ones she was spewing out, out of her head and he would do whatever it took.

Aaron Matthews: For now? Jace is just a baby. But when he grows up and looks back? He's not going to care if you win or lose matches, he's going to be like, "Damn mom, you were a wrestler? That's so cool!" He's going to be proud off of the fact that you were in something that at this point, runs through his blood.

J.D. nods her head as she takes in what her boyfriend just said. She stretches out on her tippy-toes and kisses Aaron on the cheek.

J.D Phoenix: You're right, bro. I'm just gonna get out there and try my best.

Aaron puts his hand on J.D.'s shoulder.

Aaron Matthews: That's all there is to it.

Aaron leans down and kisses J.D. softly on the lips before he smacks his hand against her ass.

Aaron Matthews: Have a good game out there bro.

He had this smirk spread across his lips which in return caused J.D to smirk right back at him as she takes one last look at him and turns around to walk away towards her debut match.

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"What's Good" by Spanky featuring JJ Demon hits the PA systems, and the fans in attendance knows exactly who's music that is, so they burst out in a furry of cheers. Before long, the curtain opens and The Leader of the Bro Army herself, J.D. Phoenix, jumps out with a huge smile on her face as she looks around the crowd. J.D. then lightly jogs down the ramp, slapping her fans hands and pointing at them before she arrives to the ropes, and enters through the bottom one.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, from San Diego, California….’The Princess of Kickass’….JD Phoenix!

When J.D. gets in the ring, she jumps on the turnbuckle and crosses her arms, and leans back in a thug like manner before jumping down and going to the rest of the turnbuckles to do the same thing. After she is done, she gets down and leans on the ropes as she looks up the ramp, music cutting off and waiting for her opponent.

Justin: And her opponent…

"Revolution" by Judas Priest hits over the PA 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.

Justin: Making her way to Las Vegas from Daytona Beach, Florida….she is the resident “Bitch of Hardcore”…Jade Manendez-Arcador!

Jade smiles before heading down the ramp, ignoring the fans jeers and boos along the way before running and sliding into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckle and kisses her tattoo on wrist before raising the very same arm. She then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits in the center of the ring for Jacob Summers to call for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

The two ladies lock up to start of the match. Jade takes the early advantage with a spinning wrist lock. JD struggles to break free as Jade applies even more pressure. JD struggles to move her way over to the ropes but before she can get there, Jade kicks her legs out from underneath her and transitions into a Kimura lock.

Adams: Jade is looking to end this right away!

Simone: Phoenix is really struggling in there already.

Jacob Summers drops to the mat looking for a tap out from JD, but the ‘Princess of Kickass’ is able to swing her leg around and barely drop her right foot on to the bottom rope.

Adams: Rope break!

Jade jumps to her feet and as JD struggles to get up, Jade hits her with a thunderous clothesline that sends her toppling over the top rope.

Simone: And Phoenix is down to ringside!

Looking to capitalize on the opportunity, Jade steps out on to the apron. She launches at JD, who is now on her feet, with a flying ax handle smash. As she flies down, JD counters with a loud European Uppercut.

SMACK!

Adams: Wow! What a shot from Phoenix.

Jade topples over to the ground and JD looks to go on the offensive. She picks Manendez-Arcador up off of the concrete floor by her hair and drags her over to the railing. She takes slams her face in to the railing and then quickly whips her around into the steel steps.

Simone: Phoenix is really getting after her now.

She picks Jade up and rolls her under the bottom rope. She climbs up on to the apron and then screams out to the crowd.

Crowd: POP!

She grabs the ropes and jumps up, sling shooting herself up in to the air. She flips over, landing an impressive looking somersault leg drop across the face of Jade Manendez-Arcador.

Adams: Wow! JD Phoenix is getting aerial. I love it!

She goes for the cover and Jacob Summers drops to make the count.

One!

Two!

Jade throws a shoulder up and Jacob Summers throws up two fingers.

Phoenix jumps up and bounces off of the ropes. Se drops a running elbow across the chest of Jade. She goes for another cover and Jacob drops for the count again.

One!

Two!

Thr-

Adams: No! Jade kicked out again!

Phoenix jumps up again. She goes to bounce off the ropes one more time but Jade grabs her leg and pulls her down to the mat. She twists Phoenix’s leg around her own and grabs JD across the face.

Simone: POETIC JUSTICE! She’s got it locked in.

Adams: JD’s got nowhere to go! They’re in the center of the ring!

Jacob Summers drops down to the mat looking for the tap from Phoenix. Manendez-Arcador tightens her grip and JD screams out in pain.

Adams: I don’t know how much longer she can hang on in there.

Simone: Me either, Jason. My face hurts just looking at this.

JD tries to pry open Jade’s grip. She pulls off one hand and Jade has no choice but to let go of the hold.

Adams: I can’t believe she did it!

Out of anger, Jade runs in and grabs JD by the back of her head and begins to slam her face repeatedly into the mat. She pushes her down and then goes for another Kimura arm lock. Phoenix wisely scurries over to the bottom rope and grabs hold of it. Jacob Summers pushes Jade back and gives JD Phoenix a moment to get back to her feet.

Simone: Jade is not letting up here at all. She seems like she’s looking to punish Sin City Wrestling’s newest Bombshell.

Both women are quickly back to their feet. The lock up in the center of the ring and in a display of strength, Phoenix over powers her opponent. JD attempts an Irish Whip, but it is reversed and Jade sends Phoenix over to the far ropes. As JD rebounds off the ropes, Jade leaps in the air and takes JD over with a head scissors take down. She follows through by hooking both legs and Jacob Summers drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Thr-

Adams: And JD just gets her shoulder up!

Jade jumps up and slaps her her hands together three times. She starts to argue with Jacob Summers and she doesn’t see JD behind her.

Simone: Watch out!

Jade turns around just in time to receive a dropkick from Phoenix right in her face, which sends Manendez-Arcador back in to the turnbuckle. Cupping her hands over her mouth, JD screams ''Come At Me Bro!"

Adams: Here we go! The C. A. M. B!

She then proceeds to run towards her opponent, using her agility to jump in the air and launches at Jade with a high flying knee. At the last second Jade moves to her right, sending JD flying to the turnbuckle. She bounces out in a daze and Jade grabs her, hooks her leg and lifts her up in to the air, dropping her on to her head.

Simone: JADE’S EVOLUTION!

Adams: Goodnight!

Jade covers Phoenix and Jacob Summers drops down to the mat for the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner….’The Bitch of Hardcore’ Jade Manendez-Arcadooooooor!

Standing there in the gorilla position backstage was none other than Aaron Matthews. He was waiting patiently for the return of his girlfriend, JD Phoenix whom had literally just had her first match back in a few years and it didn't exactly go the way that she had wanted. Seconds went by and then finally JD had made her way into the back. Aaron saw the look on her face and she didn't look too happy at all. For all the obvious reasons. He quickly reached out and hugged her tightly.

Aaron Matthews: I ain't give a fuck what the record book sayins boo. You did fuckin' amazing out thurr tonight!

J.D Phoenix: No I didn't Aaron... I failed. I failed myself. I failed you. I failed Jace and I failed the fans. It was such a stupid mistake in even coming back to the ring.

He pulled away from their hug and he grabbed the side of her head.

Aaron Matthews: Look at me, I don't want hear that talk anymore. I told you earlier tonight. We win some and we lose some. You did great out thurr. Ya you might of lost and came up short. But it ain't mean a damn thing. Jade is a c*nt that got lucky. She ain't ever gonna mean as much to this bidness as you do.

J.D Phoenix: Maybe... It's just...

Aaron Matthews: Nahhh son there's no Maybe and there's no "It's just..." brospeh. It was your first match in years. Ya got a couple kinks to work out and what not. I'll help ya work on em and then it'll just be a matter of time till ya are standing on top round hurr. Imma make damn sure of it.

J.D. looked at him for a second or two before sighing a little nodding her head seemingly agreeing with him.

J.D Phoenix: Thanks boo, I really appreciate it. You always seem to know all the right things to say - even when I'm being a girl and having all kinds of weird emotions.

Aaron Matthews: Did you forget I dealt with you being preggers for nine months?!

Her jaw almost hit the floor in a sense that she couldn't believe that he had said that before a smile spread across her lips. In a joking manner she punched him in the arm.

J.D Phoenix: I can't even believe you would have say something like that!

Aaron Matthews: It got you to smile. So, that's all that matters in my book.

J.D Phoenix: Mhmmm! You're going to pay for that. Starting with me whooping your ass and squashing your ego in NBA2k14 bro.

Aaron Matthews: Easy now, I don't think your ego could handle losing twice in one night.

J.D Phoenix: Oh you little...

Before she could even bother to finish what she wanted to say, Aaron leaned forward pressing his lips against hers briefly as the fans seemed to be in support of it cheering them on. The kiss didn't last long before Aaron broke it off and then slipped his arm around her shoulders as the two started to walk off down the hall heading elsewhere for the time being and that's when the cameras cut elsewhere.

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where Jessie, Jake and Shane are standing around listening to “The Violation” by Fleshgod Apocalypse through Jessie’s laptop in the NXT Locker Room.

Adams: …..are they listening to a Classical Music/Death Metal hybrid?

Simone: I believe they are.

The song ends after a few minutes and Jessie grins before sitting back down at her laptop.

Jessie: Okay, what to play next?

Shane: I vote for “I don’t need Viagra and I don’t care what Lizzie says” by me.

Jake: You’re still sore about that?

Shane: Jake, I got to have a three-way with two beautiful women, including my girlfriend, and the next time I see the other woman in that three-way she gives me Viagra! Off course I’m still sore about it!

Jessie: Just be glad that she didn’t laugh at your penis size.

Jessie responds but before Shane can retort the door to the locker room opens up and Jessie looks up.

Jessie: Oh…..hi Misty….

All three look towards Misty, still a bit hesitant and unsure of her return to NXT. She places her half of the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Championships on a bench and approaches Jessie.

Misty: Just the person I was looking for. I was hoping to talk to you last week but things got a little crazy, so I guess now are as good as time as any. I know you're probably less than thrilled about me coming back to NXT--

Jessie lets out a laugh, but doesn't say anything in response. Misty nods, and she surprisingly has a bit of a smile on her face.

Misty: But I was hoping we could at least have a quick talk and maybe we could come to a bit of an understanding?

Jake: Shane, I think we’d better leave the room, just to be on the safe side.

Shane: Agreed, we’ll be outside if you two need us.

Shane says before the two men leave the locker room leaving Jessie alone with Misty, Jessie takes a deep breath as she thinks of what to say.

Jessie: I’ll admit, I’ve been giving it a lot of thought over the past week, hell it’s occupied my thoughts for so long that I haven’t done my Christmas Shopping yet.

Jessie admits before shaking her head.

Jessie: Misty, we’ve had our battles in the past, we both know that, SCW, the Super J Cup, Team SCW vs. Team Erik not to mention that dream match I got through my affiliation with Team SCW, but if Spike’s willing to give you another chance then I guess I am.

Misty: I'm glad to hear you say that. I know I've said and done some horrible things, but I just want you to know that I've got nothing but good intentions for coming back. For what it's worth, I'm sorry. You're one tough chick and I've got no doubt in my mind that you, Vixen and I can show everyone that the NXT Bombshells mean business. Let the past be the past, right?

Misty extends her hand for a shake, and she waits for Jessie to respond. Jessie accepts the handshake with a grin.

Jessie: Right, I’ll be the first to admit that I said some stuff about you that I regret now but I’m willing to put that behind me going into the New Year if you are.

Jessie adds and Misty nods before picking up her title and leaving the locker room.

Simone: Did that just happen?

Adams: I don’t know, let me call Satan quickly and ask if hell’s frozen over.

The camera cuts to an area backstage, where Simon Jones can be seen, sat watching the show on a monitor. After seeing himself appear on screen, Simon looks towards the camera, and smiles and waves; he is then soon accosted by Pussy Willow.

PW: I heard you were here, Simon. I just wanted to find out if you've changed your mind about participating in the open battle royal, later on tonight.

Simon: As I stated on Twitter several days ago, I'm here merely as a spectator - I'm particularly keen to witness the return to the six-sided ring of Ben Jordan and Jordan Williams. Besides, I don't even have my gear with me.

PW: So there's no chance whatsoever of you being a last minute entry into the match, then?

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: No. And anyway, I'm still yet to exercise my right to a return match for the heavyweight title - which I'm entitled to following my loss back at Summer XXXTreme II - so I'll let...

Simon is interrupted by a familiar voice - that of "The Freight Train of Pain," Casey Williams.

Casey: Hey, Simon - recognize this place?

The camera switches to show the SCW-Tron, above the stage, on which Casey can be stood by the open front door of a modest single-detached home.

Casey: I thought that I would take a trip to Halifax, Nova Scotia, to visit you at your current home. So, I talked to J.J. Dixon, my good friend and former employer, to get the exact address. But, now that I am here, I discover that you are not at home - in fact, I hear that you are over two thousand miles away, in Las Vegas!

The camera pans into the house, with some of Simon Jones‘ possessions visible inside the property.

Casey: Well Simon, I have some news for you: it looks like you are about to be out of house and home. And unfortunately for you, there is nothing that you can do about it.

Casey pulls the door shut, and the camera then follows him as he walks over to stand outside the living room window. Once Casey comes to a stop, the camera pans down to his feet, by which a gallon gas can and a bag full of rags can be seen. Casey then pours the gas onto the rags, grinning and laughing sinisterly.

Casey: You think you have my number because you beat me at December 2 Dismember II? Well, think again. I will show you that I am the superior athlete, and there is nothing you can say or do that will prove otherwise.

Casey takes out a baseball bat and breaks the window, before picking up the bag of gas covered rags, and throwing them into the room; he then turns to face the camera, and rubs his hands together.

Casey: It certainly is colder here than it is in Vegas.

Casey pretends to shiver.

Casey: You know, I am not sure that your home is warm enough, so let me help you out with that - I would not want you to catch hypothermia.

Casey takes out a book of matches, from which he selects a match; he lights the match, then throws it through the broken window, and onto the gas covered rags. Casey then watches on, as the fire starts to build within the living room; as the flames begin to lick the broken glass, Casey steps towards the camera.

Casey: You think you didn‘t like me before? Well, to quote Toby Keith, “How do you like me now?” No matter what happened in our last match, I will get the last laugh. Because I am, The Freight Train of Pain!

After taking a final look at the house, which is now well and truly ablaze, Casey backs away, with a smile on his face, and looking proud of what he has done. As the SCW-Tron fades to black, the camera returns to the backstage area, where a now frantic Simon Jones can be seen clutching a phone to the side of his face.

Simon: Come on, pick up - please pick up.

The camera then cuts away.

*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!*

“Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch blasts through the speakers of the Newark Pavilion, sending the fans into a frenzy of cheers and screams. Red spotlights cross one another on the stage, forming an X in the light smoke sifting from the stage. The curtains burst open as Mickey Carroll dashes forward, jogging in place before he is joined by Jessie Salco who headbangs to the music. Both are wearing NXT hoodies. They start to head down to the ring as Vixen and Misty comes out to the edge of the stage, their tag titles properly displayed on their shoulders as Vixen salutes the fans and Misty stands proudly next to her partner. They take the opposite ends of the ramp, slapping hands as they head down toward the ring. A bigger female response is given when “The Italian Stallion” Giani Di Luca comes out, his NXT hoodie opened as his cross bangs against his chest. He holds his arms out as if to apologize for his good looks before pumping his fist in the air. He starts out slow, but soon gets the fans pumping their fists with him. He joins his team mates as Spike comes to the top of the stage, causing an even louder pop. He joins the members of the New X-Tremes side before they all head down to the ring.

Adams: The New X-Tremes are here in full force tonight!

Simone: Well... not quite, Jason. There were some strong words exchanged between Ben Jordan and the better part of the NXT members on Twitter earlier this week.

Adams: Is he even with them anymore?

Simone: After what Ben had said on Twitter, it’s highly doubtful.

The members of NXT circle the ring as Spike comes down with the hooded figures. Once down their, each member climbs onto the apron, giving their own flare as they enter the ring. They each claim a corner, getting the fans works up before switching sides. The fans shout out in support for the Mega stable of SCW.

Crowd: NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT!

Spike climbs down from the far turnbuckle, leaning to the outside of the ring to grab a microphone from Justin Decent. He comes to the center of the ring, giving one last glance and a smirk toward one of the cheering audience. He scans the audience slowly as he brings the microphone to his lips.

Spike: Ladies and Gentlemen... for maximum viewing pleasure, this show has truly begun as the New X-Tremes have taken over!

Crowd: *POP!*

Spike: We’ve got the Metal Bombshell, Jessie Salco!

Crowd: *POP!*

Spike: The jolly Irishman, Mickey Carroll!

Crowd: *POP!*

Spike: Your Bombshell TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... Vixen and Misty!

Crowd: *POP!*

Spike: Oh, and let’s not forget your NEW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... “The Italian Stallion” GIANI DI LUCA!!!

Crowd: *POP!*

Spike: And of course, yours truly...

Crowd: NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT!

Spike raises his fist into the air, leading the charge. Giani joins in, getting the fists a pumping. Spike smirks as he looks at the major reaction from the fans. He soaks it all in as he brings the microphone to his lips.

Spike: Now, there have been some......

"It ain't braggin' mutha f#cka if ya back it up!" Spike is interrupted as the PA system begins to pump out "Cocky" by Kid Rock and he looks to the entrance ramp with a look of both displeasure and surprise mixed upon his face, while the fans rain down a chorus of boos as Nick Jones appears through the back curtain, followed closely behind by his girlfriend, Diana Roberts.

Simone: Why could Nick Jones possibly feel the need to come out here?

Adams: He said he had some things to take care of tonight, this looks like it might be one of them.

Nick, dressed up in his ring gear, heads down the ramp to the ring as he completely ignores the crowd around him, not even acknowledging them. Nick then hits the bottom of the ramp and climbs straight into the ring, acting the same way towards the majority of the NXT members filling the ring, completely ignoring them as he simply walks straight up to Spike, getting right into his face. The two men stare each other down, with neither saying a word. Nick eventually takes a step back and turns and takes a look towards the ringside area, where Diana is standing. Diana grabs a microphone and tosses it in to Nick, who immediately turns back towards Spike as he raises the mic up to his mouth.

Nick: Well, well... it's been a while, hasn't it Spike?

Spike looks as though he's going to respond, but Nick doesn't even give him the opportunity as he continues on.

Nick: Don't even bother your wasting your time, I know exactly what you're going to ask; what am I doing out here? Well I guess we can ignore the fact that I wonder the same thing about you and your little group every damn time you come to the ring and waste all of our time.

The fans loudly boo as Nick does not even acknowledging it, continuing right along.

Nick: I'm here to give you, and all these idiots surrounding us... and to be clear, I'm referring to both the idiots in the ring and the ones in the audience, too.

More boos follow from the crowd as the NXT members simply watch on, glaring at Nick but opting not to act at this point.

Nick: Now I hate to rain on your parade, but... oh who the hell am I kidding? No, I don't. Anyway, the point to this little story is I really don't give a crap about your sorry ass crew or the bullshit title reigns you keep patting them on the back for, because the truth of the matter is that you're all nothing more than a bunch of talentless, misfits nobodies.

Spike is looking increasingly annoyed by Nick's rambling as the crowd boos louder and louder with each of his comments. Nick, noticing the expression on Spike's face, seems to try to prod him even more.

Nick: What's wrong Spike? The truth a little more than you can handle? Well I've got a question for you, old friend; where the hell do you think they all learned this from? I think it's rather obvious, they learned it from the man who better exemplifies all of those faults better than nayone in this s, their...

Nick rolls his eyes as he uses his fingers to make air quotes while speaking with a very sarcastic ton to his voice.

Nick: ... "fearless" leader. That's right Spike, you've only got yourself to blame for this joke of the wrestling business. You can't really blame them, look at what they're trying to model themselves after. You've been a second-rate joke from the day we first met back in GXW. Your desperately failing attempts to rip-off the stable that Mark and I made famous with this little NXT stunt only further proves that fact. And let's just look at some of the more notable moments of your SCW career. I know you like to carry on and on about when you stole MY SCW Heavyweight Championship away from me. And the fact that you held it for over five months is supposed to be some sort of big deal, right? So I've got a question for you, how is it that in over five months, you STILL never gave me my contractually-obligated title rematch?

Nick crosses his arms across his chest as he glares at Spike, as if he is looking for an answer, but is sure not to allow enough time for one to even come before quickly continuing on.

Nick: What, no answer? Yeah, that's exactly what I thought. It's because you don't have one, at least not a good one. The truth is that I never got my rematch because you were scared.

The crowd boos loudly as Spike seems to be getting increasingly annoyed by Nick's comments.

Nick: You dipshits can boo all you like, I really don't care, but it's the truth. Let's go back in time and little, and remind everyone that just over a month before Spike's ill-gotten title robbery, he was given his shot against me and I, of course, successfully retained my title.

Simone: What Nick fails to mention is that it was via a double disqualification.

Adams: Yeah, but he still retained the title.

Nick: So even after Spike miserably failing in his attempts at the SCW Heavyweight Championship, I STILL was man enough to give him another crack at my belt. THAT is what a real man does. Yet somehow, some way, Spike cannot even give the rematch that's owed to a former, but really should be current, champion?

Adams: He does kind of have a point there you know.

Simone: Don't you find it a bit odd that nothing about this title rematch was ever said by Nick prior to these last few months? Ever think that Nick never got his rematched because he never asked for it? Not to mention, he's been involved in both SCW title matches and #1 contenders matches since the end of his last reign.

Nick: So fine, you want to look like a spineless fool in front of your little friends here and all of these fans? That's your choice. But that wasn't the end of it, was it Spike? That wasn't the end of you proving yourself to simply being too scared of Nick Jones.

Everyone, from the fans to the NXT members even to Spike himself seem to be confused and have no clue as to what Nick is referring.

Nick: Oh, don't act like you don't remember what happened. After all, it was pretty big news around these parts. Don't you recall a little company by the name of NWA?

The fans boo again as Spike looks cautiously at Nick, not quite sure where he's going with this.

Nick: Hell, you're pretty much the one to blame for the complete collapse of that place, aren't you?

Spike actually has a smirk appear on his face with that comment as the fans erupt into cheers.

Nick: Ah yes, such a great sense of pride for you I'm sure, but there seems to be one very important factor in all of this that you're all forgetting, and that's the series of events that led to that moment. Spike had himself booked in a match, a big match in the main event of one of NWA's pay-per-views, set to defend the NWA World Heavyweight Championship. Who was that match supposed to be again? Oh, that's right... Nick Jones. And what happened with that match? Well, what happened was it never happened, because you tucked your tail between your legs and went running out of NWA like a little bitch!

An angry tone comes into Nick's voice as he gets increasingly louder, while drawing more boos from the crowd.

Nick: That's right. You were too big of a coward to give me my rematch, but there wasn't a damn thing you could do about the fact that I went ahead and won myself the #1 contenders spot to that NWA title. It was going to be me and you, one on one, once again, and you knew damn well there was not a single chance in hell of you walking out of that ring still as NWA champion. And you also knew that when that happened, your attempts to run away from here in SCW were no longer going to work either. So you did the only thing you thought you could, you ran... you ran away, vacated the title, destroyed an entire company in the process, but most importantly of all... you once again cost me what should have been, by all rights, MY TITLE! And you did it because you're A SPINELESS COWARD!!!

As Nick's face has turned completely red and he breathes heavily from how worked up he has gotten, Spike’s brows furl as he tries to hold back from blowing up on Nick. He shakes his head as Mickey Carroll walks up to Nick, firmly asking him to leave. Before he can get too far into it, Nick turns toward him, spitting venom at him.

Nick: Shut up, limey! No one even asked for your input here. You are irrelevant, so go back to being that way, will you?

Spike: I think you had better watch your fucking mouth before I knock your teeth down your throat, you miserable... and irrelevant, piece of shit!

Without any notice, Nick punches Spike straight in the face, stunning him. Spike gets a grip on it and he fires back with a devastating shot of his own. Nick gets another shot in as Spike fires back harder than before. The audience cheers as the two duke it out in the center of the ring. Giani and Mickey step up, but Spike shouts at them to stay out of it. This distraction allows Nick to get the better of Spike, shoving him into the ropes, driving a knee into Spike’s gut. Nick goes back, ready to punt Spike’s head off when Spike drops back down, pulling the ropes with him. Nick topples to the outside, pounding the mat in frustration. Nick gets up and comes back to the apron as Giani shouts at him.

Giani: Just give it up, bro!

Nick circles the ring toward the ramp. Once he sees that no one is looking, he pulls the first weapon he can find under the ring, a chair. He slides back inside of the ring, catching un unaware Spike against the back of the head, despite Misty’s warning shout. At this point, Mickey and Giani step up and rip the chair from Nick’s hand. Mickey shouts at him to leave, but Nick catches him with a kick to the groin. Giani spins him around and boots Nick in the gut, clubbing away at his back while shouting at him to give up and leave. He sends Nick to the ropes, catching him with a Spear that sends him through the ropes. Diana checks on Nick, getting angry as she comes inside of the ring for herself. She begins shouting at Giani, the only man standing tall. Giani holds his hands up in surrender, muttering words at her. She slaps him across the face as hard as she can, causing Misty to come over, tackling her to the ground, laying in punch after punch to Diana. At this point, Spike and Mickey are recovered and back on their feet, trying to pull Misty off of Diana. She gives in, but not after getting in a couple of stomps.

Simone: I’m... I’m almost speechless here. I mean, what right did Nick have to come out here in the first place, and he’s more belligerent than ever, refusing to leave.

Adams: And he’s back up again. I mean, Spike, Giani, and Mickey are trying their hardest to tell him as simply as possible to leave, but he just won’t take the hint.

Nick rolls back inside of the ring, spinning Giani around. Before Nick can do anything, Giani punches him, sending him over to Mickey. Mickey gets him, sending him over to Spike where Spike lifts him up and nails him with the Spikey Plummet!

Simone: I guess we should have taken the opening of their theme to heart for this one.

Nick rolls around on the mat before dropping back out to the ringside floor area. Nick slowly pulls himself back up using the ring apron and then reaches into the ring to grab Diana and pull her out of the ring to the ringside area as well. With Nick finally seeming to get the picture and looking to leave, NXT backs off a bit. Seeing that, Nick again tries to take advantage of the situation as he quickly goes back under the ring and then comes back out from under there equipped with an entirely new, even more dangerous weapon.

Simone: Oh my God, it's a barbed-wire wrapped 2x4!

Adams: Where the heck did that come from?!?

Simone: I have to imagine that Nick must have planted it out here ahead of time.

Nick slides into the ring and goes charging towards the seemingly unsuspecting NXT men from behind with the barbed wire 2x4 in hand. However, at the last moment, Spike spins around and hits a dropkick, sending the 2x4 right back into Nick's face in the process. The shot draws a loud "OOOOOOOOO" from the crowd as Nick falls to the ground in a heap as his face is gashed open by the barbed wire in the process.

Adams: OH, WHAT A SHOT!

Nick cluthces his face in pain and rolls around on the mat, but all three men have clearly had enough. Spike, Giani and Mickey all move in and begin stomping away at Nick relentlessly. As all of the men uncharacteristically destroy the already beaten man, the crowd is in complete and utter shock, not knowing if they should cheer this on or not.

Simone: Nick seems to have pushed these three men too far and would not heed their warnings, and this has gotten hard to watch.

Meanwhile, Diana has recovered and is standing just outside the ring, screaming at the three men as they continue to beat away on Nick, but her earlier interaction with Misty clearly keeps her from making an attempts to get involved. As the beating continues on, with seemingly no end to it in sight, suddenly the curtains open up again as Big B comes running out, followed quite closely behind by Despayre, who of course has Angel in tow.

Adams: What's this? I'm not sure who these guys are even coming out here to help!

Simone: They've hardly had the best relationship with Nick Jones recently, but Nick is still B's cousin.

Big B slides straight into the ring and as soon as he does so, he pushes himself between his downed cousin and the three men attacking him. B does not go on the offensive at all, but merely blocks their path to Nick and stares at all three men, as they stop their attempts and look back to him. Despayre comes right by his friends side as they create a wall in front of Nick, and Despayre then is sure to hold Angel out in front of them as well, making it quite clear that the bear is on their side, and standing tall as well.

Simone: Are we about to see something erupt here? Everyone standing in the ring right now looks very serious and none too happy.

Adams: But look who you're talking about. I just can't see any of these guys really attacking each other.

Jason appears to be correct with his comment, as cooler heads seem to prevail; after a bit of a stand off, Spike looks to each side and gives a simple nod to his fellow NXT members before they all take a step back, away from the downed Nick. Diana is quick to rush into the ring and go straight to Nick's side to check on him as Big B turns around to do the same. Meanwhile, Despayre shakes Angel around a bit in the direction of the NXT members as they all leave the ring, clearly convinced that Angel is responsible for them opting to back off. With the NXT members all gone, Despayre joins the others as they all surround Nick and check on him. They try to see if they can get him back to his feet, but to no avail.

Simone: I cannot remember seeing anything quite like this in SCW since... I don't even know when.

Adams: As bad as this may have been, I can only imagine how much worse it might have been if not for, of all people, Nick's December 2 Dismember opponents, Big B and Despayre!

Simone: You're right, and Nick may not like it, but he's going to have to admit that he owes these two a lot after tonight.

Adams: And Angel too!

Simone: Um... of course?

As Nick is still nearly motionless, Big B eventually opts to kneel down on the mat and picks his cousin up into his arms. Despayre goes over to the ropes and holds them open, allowing Big B to climb out through them and down to the floor. Big B then makes his way up the ramp with Nick in his arms, followed closely behind by Despayre, Angel and very upset Diana as they head to the back.

Justin: The following contest is a tag team match, introducing first.

Surfer Boys start to play and the Surf Boys, Narly and Radical appear dressed in Bermuda shorts, sandals and holding surfboards under their arms.

Justin: From The Beach, weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and sixty five pounds, they are Narly and Radical, The Surf Boys!

They turn around high fiving each other. They walk to the ring high fiving the fans and when they get to the ring, throw the boards under the ropes and climbs in as the fans cheer. The put their boards in middle of the ring and jump on them "ring surfing" as the fans cheer.

Justin: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Emma Rose.

The sounds of wind howling and wind chimes are heard blowing over the PA system followed by the sound someone playing the acoustic guitar. After a brief pause, the opening chords to "Wanted Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi hits as smoke engulfs the entrance. Emma Rose walks out at the top of the ramp, causing the fans to cheer. Just seconds later, Jordan Williams and Ben Jordan walk out from entrance, and stand either side of Emma. Jordan points his fingers to the crowd in the gun pose, before the trio start to walk towards the ring.

Justin: From Atlanta, Georgia and London, England, weighing it at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy pounds, they are Jordan Williams and Ben Jordan!

The trio get to the ring and Ben climbs the steps, leaning on the middle rope for Emma to enter the ring. Ben and Jordan go to the turnbuckles and climb the outside, posing for the fans before jumping over the top rope and joining Emma in the center of the ring.

Adams: To ease confusion, we're gonna call Jordan, Jordan and Ben, Ben.

Simone: Genius plan.

The referee calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Jordan locks up with Radical, pushing the Surf Boy towards the ropes. He grabs Radical and whips the smaller man in to the ropes. As Radical bounces off the ropes, Jordan picks him up with a flapjack, dropping The Surf Boy to his face. Jordan quickly grabs Radical and lifts him up with a Suplex, stalling in mid air for a few seconds and then bringing Radical down onto his head. Jordan get to his feet and moves to the corner. He reaches over and tags in Ben and Ben quickly goes to work on Radical with a big irish whip into the corner and delivering thunderous rights and lefts to the face and midsection. Ben goes to the middle of the ring and runs and jumps at Radical, but Rad jumps out of the way at the last second.

Simone: Quick move from Radical

Radical bounces off the ropes and tags in Narly and Narly jumps on to the top rope and puts Ben down with a leaping bulldog. Narly jumps back up and grabs Ben and locks on a headlock in the center of the ring. Ben pushes Narly off sending him against the ropes and levels him with a clothesline. Ben tags in Jordan and whips Narly into the turnbuckle.

Simone: Ben and Jordan are making a lot of quick tags.

Adams: Both these men have been tag team wrestlers, they know the importance of staying fresh.

Narly hangs in the corner as Jordan start stomping on Narly. Out of no were Radical comes flying through the air and lands on Jordan.

Simone: Where did Radical come from?

Adams: The beach, duh dudette.

Jasmine orders Radical out of the ring, but Narly moves towards him, tagging in his partner.

Simone: Now Radical is the legal man.

Radical bounces off the ropes and jumps at Jordan with a high legged clothesline, catching Jordan with a boot to the jaw. Jordan rolls back towards the ropes. Radical charges at him as Jordan falls and jumps with a dropkick, catching Jordan on the chin as he's falling to the canvas.

Adams: Great timing from Radical.

Jordan shakes it off, returning to his feet. Radical charges towards Jordan, but Jordan ducks a clotheslines and grabs Radical's head as he steps past him and drops him with a neckbreaker. Emma Rose cheers on Jordan by banging on the ring. Jordan moves towards Ben, reaching out his hand, he tags Ben in.

Simone: The Cockney King is in the ring

As Radical is almost to his feet, Ben grabs him by the head and plants him to the mat with a facebuster. Ben quickly follows up with a pin attempt.

Adams: Still in it

Ben pulls Radical back to his feet. He goes for a spinning heel kick, but Radical ducks out of the way and makes a diving tag to Narly. Their hands barely touch, but it’s enough to get Narly back in the match. Narly slingshots himself over the top rope and takes Ben down with a beautiful slingshot clothesline. He covers him quickly.

Simone: Another kick out

Narly is quickly back to his feet. He picks up Ben by the head and neck, but Ben quickly reverses Narly’s momentum into a northern lights suplex with a pin attempt.

Adams: I'm getting dizzy with all these kick outs.

Both men are down and catching a breather in this fast paced match. The crowd is on their feet in appreciation. The sound of the cheers are just what the doctor ordered as Ben and Narly both get back to their feet. They exchange lefts and rights back and forth for several seconds until both men connect with stiff shots staggering them both back to their corners. Ben tags in Jordan and Narly tags Radical back in so they can catch a breather. Jordan gets the better of Radical right off the bat, nailing him with a stinging superkick.

Simone: PS Sting!

Jordan covers Radical and Jasmine drops down to make the count.

Simone: This match could go either way.

Jordan gets to his feet, waiting for Radical to return to his. Jordan moves behind Radical and drops him down with a reverse driving DDT. Jordan pulls Radical to his corner and Ben moves away as Jordan flips himself up on to the top rope and falls backwards with a split legged moonsault.

Adams: Jordan showing his high flying side.

Jordan gets to his feet and puts his hands out flat in front of him, before high fiving Ben, tagging him in to the ring. Ben pulls Radical to his feet and moves behind him and lifts him over with a German suplex. Ben holds on to Radical and lifts him in a second German suplex. Ben keeps his grip and and nails Radical with a third German suplex! Ben stands up and looks at Jordan with his palms out. Jordan nods in approval. Ben turns back to Radical and pulls him to his feet, but Radical moves behind Ben and dropkicks him. Ben falls on the the middle rope towards Narly. Radical tags in Narly. Narly moves along the ring apron, standing in front of Ben. Narly jumps over the top rope and lands on Ben's back, standing up and puts his arms out, using Ben as a surf board.

Simone: Narly's hanging ten.

Adams: Filth!

Simone: Not like.... nevermind!

Ben crawls off the ropes as Narly surf's him to the middle of the ring, but Ben jolts up, knocking Narly off his back.

Adams: Wipeout!

Ben gets to his feet, a wide smile on his face as he looks at Narly. Ben reaches down, offering a hand to Narly and picking him to his feet. Ben applauds Narly's surfing, and Narly bops his head, lifting a hand for Ben to high five.

Simone: Someone should tell them the match is still going on here.

Ben and Narly lock up again but Ben quickly drops down and takes Narly down with a drop toe hold. As Narly returns to his feet, Ben hits him with an exploder suplex, sending him flying across the ring! As Narly gets to his feet, Ben lifts him up and nails him with a spinebuster! Ben points towards Jordan and lifts Narly up, pulling him to the corner. Ben reaches out and tag in Jordan. Ben lifts Narly on to his shoulders as Jordan climbs to the top rope. Jordan steps across the top rope and springboards off, taking Narly off Ben's shoulders with a flipping clothesline!

Adams: Wowzer!

Jordan covers Narly as Ben moves towards Radical by putting his hand up for a high five, distracting him.

1...
2...
3!

Justin: The winner of the match.... Jordan Williams and Ben Jordan!

Simone: Impressive debut!

Ben and Jordan are raising their arms in victory, celebrating with each other when out of nowhere, Jimmy Ringo runs in to the ring.

Adams: Watch out!

Jimmy slams his fist into the back of Ben’s head, which knocks him down to the mat. Williams tries to grab Ringo but Jimmy slips out of his grasp and hits him with a devastating clothesline that knocks him out cold. Jimmy smiles and walks back over to where Ben is starting to get to his feet. Just as Ringo gets set to attack again, “Drunken Lullabies” hits the PA system and Mickey Carroll comes storming out from behind the curtain.

Adams: Finally! Some back up!

The crowd cheers as Mickey slides into the ring and gets in between Ben and Jimmy. He holds his arms out wide, pushing both men back.

Adams: What are you waiting for, Mickey? Pounce on him!

Mickey turns toward Ringo and the two men lock eyes. A look of uncontrollable anger comes over Mickey’s face and just as he goes to strike Ringo, he turns to face Ben.

CRACK!

Adams: Oh my god!

Ben drops to the floor and Mickey stands over him. His anger running wild now, he begins to stomp on his now former best friend.

Simone: I don’t believe this! Ringo actually got to Mickey!

Adams: Somebody stop him!

Ringo stops Mickey and yells “Pick him up!” Carroll peels Ben off of the mat and then sends him over to Ringo who lifts the Cockney King up on to his shoulders in a torture rack and Ben screams out in pain.

Adams: Wake up Jordan Williams!

Ringo drops hard onto his knees and nearly cracks Ben in half. Jordan rolls around and screams out in pain and Ringo stands over him and lets out a maniacal laugh. He rubs his boot on Ben’s forehead as “C.R.E.A.M.” starts to play over the speaker system. Mickey follows Ringo out of the ring and as the two men start to walk up the ramp, Jordan Williams finally starts to come to and crawls over to Ben who is still in obvious pain in the middle of the ring.

Adams: What did Mickey do? How could he do this?

Simone: Looks’ like Mickey Carroll has a new best friend, Jason.

Adams: I feel like I’m gonna throw up.

In the back the cameras just happen to catch up with the Man of Liberty himself; Damien Kingston. He had this foul look on his face which seemed to be every time people saw him now. He was walking down the hall with a purpose but it wasn't long before he came to a stop right in front of a door that read "V.I.P" he just glared for a second or two at the door before opening up and walking right inside.

Only to find a young boy sitting there on a sofa watching a monitor that was broadcasting the entire show. It didn't take long for the young kid to realize that Kingston was standing there. It was like his eyes lit up and he became starstruck almost. Kingston just looked at this young fan with that same scowl on his face. Not seemingly too impressed for whatever reason and that's when the silence was broken.

Damien Kingston: So you're the one that won a VIP access here at SCW huh?

Young Kid: ... Yes sir!

Damien Kingston: What's your name kid?

Young Kid: Jacob.

Damien Kingston: Jacob what?

Young Kid: Jacob Anderson, sir.

Damien Kingston: Sir? I like you kid and I don't really like a lot of kids. Let alone anyone else, but you? You've got respect. I can deal with that.

Kingston's attitude was seemingly starting to change. He nodded his head a little bit before extending his hand towards the young fan as the two shook hands briefly. Kingston kneeled down at that point to speak to the kid.

Damien Kingston: Liking the show so far are ya?

Young Kid: It's been so awesome!!!

Damien Kingston: What's been your favorite match so far?

Young Kid: My favorite match hasn't even started Mr. Kingston, I am waiting for the Battle Royal to begin!

Damien Kingston: Ah yes the main event of the evening. That's a pretty good choice to have as your favorite match. Did you know I was going to be in it?

Young Kid: No.

Damien Kingston: Well, would you look at that you kids learn something new every day. Between you and I, cause I promise I won't tell anyone. But you believe I'm going to win right?

He had such an arrogant smirk on his face as he was waiting to hear what he assumed the kid was going to say, but instead it was silent and the kid was just looking up at him. Kingston finally looked back at him with his eyebrow raised a little.

Damien Kingston: Uh hello, earth to Jacob. You do believe that?

Young Kid: I... I... well...

Damien Kingston: T-T-Today, junior!

Young Kid: Well, to be fair sir... I was kind of hoping that Drake Green would enter. I want to see him win!

Damien Kingston: Drake Green? Are you fucking kidding me?! Did your mother give birth to a retarded baby or something?!

It appeared that Kingston was about to blow a gasket. He pushed himself right back up into a vertical base and just glared down at the kid that was looking right up at him with the look of fear in his eyes.

Damien Kingston: Let me tell you something you little bastard. There's not a single person in this company that's better than me. There's not a single person that's entering tonight's battle royal that's going to beat me. Especially the likes of Drake Green... unless you know he decides to cheat and be underhanded, but even then I'm too smart for him to pull something like that over me.

Young Kid: Hey! Drake Green isn't a cheater, you are!

Damien Kingston: You're lucky that you aren't my kid. I'd done bent you over my knee and spanked that ass for shouting at me. You never disrespect your elders you little piece of shit. But since you want to act like that. Since you want to disrespect me. Since you want to be a Drake Green fan. Since you don't want to BELIEVE in me. Allow me to ruin your entire night.

This evil smirk started to form over his lips as the child just looked at him confused. Kingston walked over to the door and popped it open poking his head out. He started to yell out loud almost in a panic sorta.

Damien Kingston: HELP! HELP! SOMEONE GET ME SOME SECURITY!

He smirked a little more as it was nothing more than a matter of seconds before security came running towards the door and came right on in as Kingston started to direct traffic.

Damien Kingston: I want him out of here!

Security Guard: But Mr. Kingston sir, he is tonight's VIP winner.

Damien Kingston: I don't care. He tried to bite me!

Security Guard: Jacob, did you try to bite Mr. Kingston here?!

Young Kid: Nu uh! I did not, he's lying!

Damien Kingston: Oh c'mon on, like I would lie over a little kid... Now who the hell are you going to be?! And are you going to do your job or am I going to have to go above your head?!

Security Guard: *sigh* ... Let's go Jacob, you can't be doing that around here.

Young Kid: But... but... but he's lying!

By now the child was starting to cry as the Security Guard started to walk him out of the room with the rest of the security guards that were with him. Kingston just stood there with a smirk spread across his face it was quite clear he was proud of himself.

Damien Kingston: Na-na-na-nah. Hey-Hey, Goodbye!

The Man of Liberty was starting to chuckle now as the fans could be heard all the way in the back expressing their feelings and their opinions for what Kingston had just done. It wasn't going to make a difference though and that's when the cameras cut away from him for the time being.

Backstage the cameras feature Aaron Matthews whom just happens to be standing in the catering area enjoying him what appeared to look like a chocolate covered cupcake. It was at that moment he was approached by none other than Pussy Willow and of course she had a camera crew on hand. Not to mention she had her little microphone in hand which pretty much told the fans what this was going to be and sure enough it had them cheering quite loudly before she started to speak to the American Tradition.

PW: Aaron, would you mind if I grabbed a spare moment of your time?

Aaron Matthews: Notta problem. What up?

PW: Just wanted to get a couple words with you. Specifically about becoming one half of the Tag Team Champions back at December 2 Dismember II? How's it feel?

Aaron Matthews: Mannnn. It's a surreal feeling to be quite honest with ya. It's been a while since I've been rockin' championship gold and seeing as that was like my third match here in SCW only for me to walk out with gold - not to mention I was the first man to pull down the championship. I'd say I did alright for myself. I'm on cloud nine right now. Lovin' every minute of it.

PW: Indeed you were the first man to pull down one half of those straps and the other man to do so just happened to be none other than Jon Dough. That man is currently your tag team partner. The two of you are going to have to rely on each other from here on out to keep those titles. What's your take on that?

Aaron Matthews: Well let's be honest right off the bat shall we? All six of us went into that match at December 2 Dismember II knowing that there was a chance that we'd be leaving SCW Tag Team Champions and that meant we'd be teaming up with someone we hadn't ever teamed up with before or teaming up with someone that we didn't like. Or even teaming up with someone that hadn't exactly proven themselves around here. We knew that was going to happen and we all accepted it obviously cause all six of us went out there giving it all we got to leave the SCW Tag Champs.

He paused for a brief moment to give himself sometime to put everything that he had to say into perspective for the fans that were listening.

Aaron Matthews: In the end it was Jon and I that walked out champs. Personally, I had a little bit of beef with Jon because he beat me the week before. I knew I could have beaten him and on that night I failed, but at the same time going into the match I was hoping that the two of us would be the ones leaving with the belts - that's if I would of have the choice in the matter and what not. I knew we'd make a great team due our styles and the way we fed off the crowd. But my mindset changed a little going into the match when I heard some of the things that Jon had to say about me. It's like he had done a complete one hundred and eighty. Dude really made me sour on him and then we became champs. So, now we're kind of just stuck together for the time being.

PW: That would seem to be the case right about now. So, how are you planning on getting through everything with Jon? You've got the requirement of getting along as long as you hold those titles.

Aaron Matthews: I'm not the type of dude that creates a bunch of drama. That ain't how I roll and that ain't how I do bidness ya heard? Imma just look at it like this. We're tag partners and we're tag champs. As long as that is the case, Imma go out there and give it everything I got to make sure that we leave with the belts. I don't doubt it one bit that Jon is gonna be the same way. Least I hope so or we're not gonna be champs very long. Can't do everything by myself and what not, but we'll see what happens soon enough.

PW: Well, I am not sure if you know or not, but Jon has decided to toss his name into the Open Battle Royal tonight from what I have come to understand. Are you going to be joining him out there?

Aaron Matthews: Nope.

PW: Any particular reason?

Matthews looked at her for a moment or two before shrugging his shoulders some what.

Aaron Matthews: I just don't want to do things the cheap way, I guess. Winning a battle royal and becoming number one for the SCW Heavyweight Championship just seems like a short cut. I don't want to do short cuts. I want to get to the main event. I want to get to the SCW Heavyweight Championship the right way. By hard work and dedication. By putting in my dues and what not. It'll take sometime to get there but honestly that's something that I am perfectly fine with.

PW: That's understandable. But with Jon being in the opening battle royal. Are you going to be supporting or rooting for him to win at the end of the night?

Aaron Matthews: To be honest with you ma'am. Jon entering this match knowing that if he wins he's going to have to vacate his half of the Tag Titles tells me all I need to know when it comes to how he feels about being Tag Champs and tells me that he's going to go into business for himself. If he wins, then he wins. Best of luck in chasing down his dream of becoming SCW Heavyweight Champ and if he doesn't win. Maybe he'll start to focus on what's actually important. But I wouldn't say I'm supporting him or rooting for him. It doesn't directly involve me. All the best to him either way.

PW: Fair enough Aaron. Thanks for your time.

Aaron Matthews: Anytime yo.

The American Tradition nodded his head a little bit before turning his attention right back to catering and which then lead to Pussy and her camera crew walking away. Fans were cheering so loud it could be heard in the back. Obviously they were huge fans of Aaron Matthews. With that being said the cameras cut back out to the ring for the next scheduled contest of the night.

In the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward, an angry look on his face as he stares blankly at someone. The camera spins around to see a smirking J.J Dixon, looking straight at him.

HS: Wipe the smile off your face.

J.J leans forward in his chair, looking at Hot Stuff.

J.J: I got a lot to smile about lately.

Hot Stuff leans back, grinding his teeth as he stares back towards J.J.

HS: You might think you got one over on me J.J but you haven't got a damn thing over on me at all. You paid me stupid money, for a name you're never gonna use again. You just wanted it because you couldn't have it.

J.J: But I could have it, and I do have it, and you look stupid. The fans forgive me, they're laughing at you.

HS: They're not laughing at me J.J, but next week, they're gonna be laughing at you and your so called champ.

J.J lowers his eyebrows, looking at Hot Stuff.

HS: See, that title belt, wasn't part of any deal, which means I get to do what I want with whoever holds it.

J.J: There's not a thing you can do to stop Drake Green.

HS: Well there is J.J. I mean you've come out, pissed off people from your little Canadian dive fed, because you just handed the title off to Drake Green, people are not happy and I'm hearing you're as popular as a fart in church because of it, so I'm gonna do the unhappy people a big favor.

J.J: You're gonna sit there, poison their minds against me?

HS: No, I'm gonna show them that you picked a very weak champion to spearhead your little revolt.

J.J: Drake Green and weak do not go together Mark, Drake Green can get past anything you put in front of him.

For the first time, a smile crosses Hot Stuff's face.

HS: Glad you said that J.J, cause I want you to go running to Drake Green right about now, get on the phone, Facetime him, play with Skype, whatever, and you tell Drake Green that next week, on the last Climax Control of 2013, Drake Green will be defending that ACW title you gave him.

J.J: Against?

Another smile crosses Hot Stuff's face.

HS: You will just have to wait and see, but I will get medics on standby, cause Drake is gonna need them. Now get out of my office, your cheap shoes are stinking the place up.

J.J stands up.

J.J: These shoes cost more than your office.

HS: Yeah, well my haircut costs more than everything you're wearing.

Hot Stuff stands up, looking at J.J.

HS: Now go on, go tell Drake.

Hot Stuff shoos J.J away as the scene fades out.

Simone: Tonight’s card may be smaller than usual but it’s full to the brim with great matches including a Battle Royal to determine the next challenger for Giani Di Luca’s Heavyweight Title!

Adams: Speaking of heavyweights, why is Marty at the top of the ramp? Lizzie isn’t in action tonight!

The camera pans to the top of the ramp where we see Marty McFarge standing by with Lizzie Short and the Skar Brothers, Lizzie is dressed in her casual clothing whilst the others are wearing suits and Marty is holding a mic.

MM: This week and next week's Climax Control mark the end of the SCW Calender!

Marty announces and the crowd boos.

MM: People, please we do this every year! Anyway the holidays bring forth a time of joy and good-will for anyone who celebrates it and off course gets presents, both big and small.

It’s at that moment that Lizzie walks over and grabs the mic.

Lizzie: And in the case of any women drunk enough to sleep with you Marty they mostly get small presents if you know what I mean!

Lizzie says getting a lot of laughs from the crowd as Marty glares at her.

Lizzie: Anyway here to deliver his Christmas Message, “The Lord of SCW” “Prime Time” Matthew Kennedy!

Simone: Is he really going to have two nicknames from now on?

Adams: Well he did go by the name “The Savior of the WRF” back when that fed was active!

“Above All” by Newsted begins to play and Matthew Kennedy strolls out wearing his suit and holding his own microphone, the crowd boos him as the song stops playing and Matthew puts the mic to his lips.

MK: SILENCE! THE LORD DEMANDS SILENCE!

Simone: What happened to him in England exactly? He wasn’t like this before Lizzie arrived on the scene!

MK: Thank you! As my colleague said the Christmas Season is upon us and whilst many children are looking forward to getting either an X-Box One or a PS4 for Christmas I have exactly what I wanted from the beginning, my protégé Lizzie Short in this company with me and Marty as her managers! With these two elements on our side we will be unstoppable in 2014 and I guarantee you that by the end of 2014 Lizzie Short will be the new SCW Bombshell Champion!

Simone: Those are some brave words, will she back them up?

Adams: I don’t doubt it!

MK: Have yourselves a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year ladies and gentlemen and most of all include in your letters to Santa a Bombshell Title Shot for Lizzie Short!

Simone: Did he really just say that?

Adams: It’s Matthew Kennedy, off course he did!

MK: The Lord has spoken!

“Above All” begins to play again as Matthew, the Skar Bros., Marty and Lizzie leave the stage area.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for Battle Royal to determine the Number One Challenger for the SCW Heavyweight Championship! The winner of tonight's match will move on next week to challenge our guest at this time, the SCW Heavyweight Champion ... Giani Di Luca!

“Wrecked” by Killbot blasts over the speakers. The fans immediately turn their attention to the entryway. A few cameramen file through the curtains. Giani comes down to the ring, he supplies his own blast of pyros that rain down on him as he pauses, looking from side to side as the cheers form. He looks from side to side once more with a smirk forming on his face. He looks at what seems to be each and every fan before throwing his fist in the air, getting the crowd pumped as he pumps his fists. He sprints down the ramp, stopping at the bottom, spinning a complete 360 while leaping on one foot with his arms out at his sides. He comes to the head of the ring and proceeds around the ringside area, slapping hands stretched out toward him before he arrives at the announcer's booth.

Adams: And we're being joined now by the champ!

Giani takes a seat between Jason and Belinda and fits the microphone on over his head and turns to smile at both Belinda as well as Jason.

Simone: Thanks for joining us tonight, Giani. Tonight's been for a great cause, but we're about to find out who'll be coming after you next week for your newly on title.

The camera does a closeup of the SCW Heavyweight belt on display in front of Giani.

Giani: Yeah, it has been a great cause. We got a lot of donations for these kids but I'm looking forward to seeing who'll be the unlucky challenger next week.

Surfer Boys start to play and the Surf Boys, Narly and Radical appear dressed in Bermuda shorts, sandals and holding surfboards under their arms. They turn around high fiving each other. They walk to the ring high fiving the fans and when they get to the ring, throw the boards under the ropes and climbs in as the fans cheer. The put their boards in middle of the ring and jump on them "ring surfing" as the fans cheer.

Justin: Introducing first, Narly and Radical, the Surf Boys!

Adams: Can you imagine if one of these guys ended up the winner? Imagine an airhead as a singles champion.

Simone: Didn't you hold a fair share of singles titles, Jason?

Adams: Quit a few actually. Wanna see my scrapbook?

Giani and Belinda look at each other and sigh.

Giani: You go through this a lot?

Simone: Every week.

Giani: You have my sympathy.

Adams: Go through what?

Jon waits for the lyrics to start and holding a mic in his right hand he walks from behind the curtain singing the lyrics to the song while he high fives as many fans as he can till he hit’s the ring. He then slides from under the button ropes. Gets on his feet and gets on top of one of the turnbuckles and hold the mic up in the air while the crowd sings the chorus

Justin: Introducing Jon Dough!

Giani: Hey how did he get in on this? I thought current champions weren't allowed.

Simone: He probably just showed Christian how snug his butt looked in those pants and slipped right on in.

Giani: Would you care to rephrase that?

Adams: No, seriously! Go through what?

All of the sudden the arena lights began to flash colors of white, black, and silver as the opening guitar rifs to "This Is My Life" by Downstait began to fill the arena's speakers. Instantly there was a reaction from the fans in attendance and for the most part it was mostly positive with a few boos in the mix. Moments later Damien Kingston stepped out onto the stage with a half cocked smirk looking out at the fans. By now Damien had started making his way down the ramp. At the very bottom of it he stopped and looked around at the fans there in attendance once again. That smirk of his seemed to grow just a little bit as he nodded his head seemingly okay with the reaction he was getting from them. That's when he took a couple steps forward and pulled himself up onto the ring apron. He stepped through the ring ropes and quickly climbed the turnbuckle to the second rope. He threw his hands up into the air and shouted at the top of his lungs getting the crowd behind him a little more. A few seconds later he got down and walked to the opposite corner leaning against it.

Justin: Introducing Damien Kingston!

Giani: Now this guy right here is going to be the biggest threat here in this match.

Simone: Not so fast! We still have one entrant to go.

Adams: Fine! I didn't want to know anyway.

The opening chords to Alter Bridge's "I Know It Hurts" starts to blast through the speakers and the lights in the arena drop down slightly. Flashing blue lights hit the entrance ramp as cheers emulate from the fans. Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp and looks around at the crowd. Ben nods his head to the sound of the music, looking around with an approving smile. Ben walks down the ramp, quickly sliding in the ring and looking around at the crowd, waiting for the match to start.

Justin: And finally, the Cockney King Ben Jordan!

Giani: Okay I stand corrected. This guy was the freaking Icon of ACW when it was around.

Simone: Technically it's still around.

Adams: Psht! In name only. Woopty doo.

The lights go out, "Killing in the name" by Rage Against the Machine plays, strobe lights flash all over the club, a hush falls over the crowd as the Sin-Tron flickers to life, at first it starts out with static and white noise, then it slowly comes into focus, Three druids stand together, fists locked, hands raised. Snow falls from the sky, its obvious they are not in Las Vegas. The wind howls, kicking up snow, behind them, torches are lit and the flames dance in the wind, the wind dies down and when it does, large snowflakes litter the scene, The three druids stand together in solidarity, not moving when the wind kicks up and dies down.

Leader: The hype, it built, it became bigger, it started to outshine what we are, the hype, it's something you anticipate, then when the height of anticipation came, nothing happened, December To Dismember went off without one instance of The Saviors. You waited with baited breath, you kept hoping each time the lights went out that we would appear, all night the energy was abuzz, we said we were coming, we said we would be there. The hype, you fell for it, you waited all night for it and then you realized, you saw a great card, but you still went home disappointed.

All this time he speaks, all three men never change their stance, their right fists all locked together, their left all raised in the air. The silence is deafening in the club, the fans are waiting for an explanation.

Leader: Sin City Wrestling gave you all they could that night, yet, for many of you, you didn't see what you came to see, you didn't see The Saviors, you didn't get the chance to finally see who we are. Well, that's Sin City for you, always disappointing the fans. We have been here a short time and we have witnessed championships change hands like wildfire. Sure, there are a few breakout stars among you, the Goths, the Grimms, the Cyrus Kings, then there's the newcomers like Jon Dough and Aaron Williams, but none of you, and I mean NONE of you in the ring will ever be a dominant force. You will not be able to hold a candle to us. Our dominance begins..........

Just then the Sin-Tron goes black, the lights are still out, and a moment of silence before a voice screams out.....

Leader: TONIGHT!

On the outside of the ring, all three SCW officials are standing around the ring. No chances were being taken when the stakes are so high! Jasmine looks first to Drew, and then to Jacob, and then calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Inside of the ring the match is in full swing as Ben Jordan runs at Damien Kingston and jumps atop of him, bringing him to the mat with a Thesz press and he begins raining forearm shivers into his head!

Adams: And the two top dawgs are going at it right from the start!

Giani: That's the way it should be!

Narly and Radical as predicted are working together as they go to work on Jon Dough as a tandem, throwing forearms into the enigmatic mystery man of Sin City Wrestling, backing him up against the ropes. The Surf Boys then grab him by the arms and each twist him into an arm wringer. They send Jon into the ropes with an Irish whip and double dropkick the masked man to the canvas.

Giani: I hate to admit it, but if they keep working together like this, one of those two beach bums might actually win this one.

Adams: I think they prefer the term beach aficionados.

Giani: And I prefer the term hung like a...

Simone: Yeah we get the picture!

Adams: You have pictures!? Eeeewwwww!

Radical Irish whips Jon into Narly who hip tosses Dough over onto the canvas. The Surfer dudes double high-five each other in celebration of their 'totally awesome' showing so far.

Meanwhile, Ben grabs Damien and drags him up to his feet and sends him hard into the corner. Ben charges in but Damien brings both knees up into Ben who attempts a Stinger splash, and Ben crumbles to the mat. This happens just as Narly goes to return the favor for his partner. Narly goes to Irish whip Jon into Radical, but Jon reverses it and Radical accidentally backdrops his own tag team partner onto the waiting shoulders of Damien Kingston!

Damien catches Narly onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry and then heaves him off over his head and down across both bended knees! The crowd gasps in awe at the gut wrenching (literally) maneuver and in a single, fluid move, Damien has Narly back up in a front facelock and he Implant DDTs the Surf Boy!

Simone: Ordinarily I'd say that would be a damaging move but I don't think you can hurt something as empty as Narly's head.

Jon Dough grabs Radical from behind in a full nelson but Radical squirms free and drives an elbow back into Jon's head. Radical spins around and swings at his opponent but Jon ducks the blow and lands a series of rapid fire palm strikes to Radical's sternum, followed up by a roundhouse kick that floors him.

Giani: That guy's fee are about as dangerous as his hands.

Adams: Yeah. Lucky he's wearing odor guards in those boots of his or they'd be even worse.

Simone: That's not what Giani meant and you know it. Jon Dough has some of the most dangerous skills in the martial arts in the entire SCW.

Dough pulls him up and sends him into the ropes where he goes for a sidewalk slam but Radical grabs him by the head with his legs and takes him over with a swinging headscissors.

Simone: Sometimes you have to wonder if those two airheads are smarter than they let on.

Giani: Nobody is that good of an actor!

Simone: I don't know. Get a load of the guy on your right.

Giani looks to Jason who turns his own head, then looks back at Giani and shrugs innocently.

The flying headscissors sends Dough tumbling across the canvas. He staggers to his feet and falls back against the ropes. Radical gets a running start but Jon catches him with a spinebuster style maneuver over the top rope, dumping him down to the ringside floor!

Simone: And just like that! We have our first elimination!

Justin: Radical has been eliminated!

Narly manages to grab Damien and he gets him back against the ropes and is hammering with him several stiff forearm smashes. He then goes for an Irish whip but Damien ducks under and reverses it, pulls Narly back into a boot that doubles him over and Damien sets him up for a powerbomb and dumps him over the top rope just as Radical rises and Radical breaks his partner's fall!

Justin: Radical has been eliminated!

Adams: Boy! Radical was really there for his partner, wasn't he?

Giani: Even if it was unintentional.

Ben Jordan is rising from the mat and Jon Dough watches him like a hawk watches prey. Jon comes charging from out of a corner and jumps for a well timed dropkick but Ben sees it coming and also jumps, and in a perfectly timed moment, cuts Dough's maneuver off at the pass with a guillotine scissors kick! Ben then grabs him by the legs and falls back and Dough is catapulted up but before he can go over the ropes, he wraps his arms around the ropes and hangs on for dear life! Ben jumps up and moves to force him out over the top but Jon struggles to keep it from happening when Damien comes up from behind Ben and clobbers him with a double axehandle to the back.

Giani: What the hell! You'd think he'd be trying to help Ben with another elimination!

Simone: I'd say Damien is going to want all the glory of this for himself.

A temporary alliance has now been made as Damien and Jon Dough are taking turns against Ben! They knock him back and forth, into each other! One would deck him right in the jaw, knocking him into the other whom punches him, and starting the whole process again! Dough then pins Ben's arms behind him and Damien readies for a big boot but Ben ducks out of the way and Damien's boot is planted right in Dough's face, flooring him! Damien then attempts to kick Ben but Jordan grabs his leg, blocking the move, and brings him over with a Dragonscrew leg whip. Ben then drags Damien up and takes him over with an overhead belly to belly suplex.

Adams: We're seeing the reason why Ben Jordan dominated ACW!

The crowd cheers as Ben jumps up to his feet when Jon Dough grabs him by the arm and spins him around to face him! Jon shoves Ben back a step and Ben, not backing down, shoves him right back. Jon returns with a forearm shot to the side of Ben's head, staggering him, and Ben returns fire in full! Ben and Jon Dough stand toe-to-toe in the center of the ring and are trading blow after blow to each other's heads and bodies, neither wanting to give the other the satisfaction of seeing himself be the first to fall! Jon Dough then swings a roundhouse right but Ben ducks behind it and takes him around the waist and throws him over with a release German suplex, right on his head! Ben gets up and springboards off the middle rope and lands a guillotine legdrop across Dough's already hurt neck! Damien makes his way over and grabs Ben from behind in a full nelson and slams him face down with shaking impact!

Damien then kicks Ben, knocking him over, and then grabs Jon Dough and goes to throw him into the corner but Dough reverses it and sends Damien in instead. Jon follows up and runs right in after him with a lariat right to the throat! Dough takes a step back but is caught from behind by a flying bulldog from Ben! Ben pulls the masked man up and wraps his arm around his head in a headlock and pulls him over towards the ropes and tries to force him over but Dough fights it, wrapping both arms around Ben's waist and trying to do the same. Clearing the cobwebs, Damien sees the situation and comes up from behind and grabs both men by the legs and lifts them up and over and Dough falls to the floor while Ben remains on the ring apron!

Justin: Jon Dough has been eliminated!

Simone: And we're down to two men!

Damien turns around and is met with a springboard dropkick right to the chest, knocking him to the mat!

Adams: I think Damien thought he eliminated them both!

Giani: It doesn't pay to think now, does it?

Simone: You're preaching to the choir there champ.

Ben runs across the ring, rebounds off of the ropes, and lands hard across Kingston's sternum with a rolling cannonball. Ben then pulls him up into a side headlock and looks to repeat the previous attempt from Dough and starts to pull him towards the ropes when Damien suddenly hauls him up off of his feet as if going for an atomic drop and against the ropes, throws Ben down to the concrete and the bell rings!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Here is your winner, and the Number One Challenger to Giani Di Luca ... Damien Kingston!

The crowd responds with boos along with a scattering of cheers as Damien looks out at Giani and motions around his waist. Giani slowly stands up and removes his headset and applauds while moving around the booth and toward the ring steps. Giani flings the championship belt over his shoulder and steps through the ropes, ready to confront or congratulate his challenger.

Simone: Are we going to get an early preview of next week's championship match?

The Lights go out, Killing in the name by Rage Against the Machine blares.

Simone: This is it!

The Sin-Tron lights up

WE'RE HERE!

Adams: Where are they, they could be anywhere....

The image on the tron then fades back to the snow scene, only this time, the druids are standing side by side arms locked, then the tron goes black and the arena goes dark.

Simone: What the hell....

The lights come back on, inside the ring the Champ and the Challenger are laid out, three men in black stand above them, arms linked, they no longer wear druid outfits, instead they look like members of a swat team. All three men stand stoic and stare out into the crowd which has no idea how to react.

The leader is in the middle with short hair and is shorter than the other two, a large Samoan stands to his left and a muscular guy with multi color hair stands to his right. They break the fist lock as the leader steps forward with a microphone

Scott: Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Scott Pandora, I am a veteran of this business for longer than many of you have been fans. I go by the alias Sparrow, or I should say, I went by the alias Sparrow. I am no longer Sparrow, I am Scott Pandora, I am the leader of this band, I am the man who will bring a violent end to Sin City. My past is not important, but lets just say, I have destroyed so many careers in the past, that people actually have tried to kill me or injure me permanently, but I refuse to go down. A few years ago, someone tried to end my career by running me and my friend JahMon down with a car. JahMon will never be the same again, he may never walk again. My fate was almost similar to his, but my body has long been accustomed to pain, you see, pain is my power, pain is my pleasure. I refused to listen to anything the doctors told me, I was determined to return to the ring. After two long years, I have returned, my only goal, DOMINANCE!

He raises his fists as the other two step forward and they stand next to him

Scott: On my left, this huge mountain of a Samoan is Katu Tui. Katu is a savage beast and he has no trouble destroying anyone who steps into his path. Katu is a little unstable in his head, then again, so am I, but Katu is the type of man who will pound you into the ground, then dig you up and pound you back in. Katu shows no mercy, he will snap your bones at a moment's notice. If you're ever up against him, I pity your soul, but I don't envy you one bit. Katu is my muscle, he will do whatever he has to do to protect me.

Katu: KATU KILL YOU!

Scott: On my right hand side, this silent assassin is Jasper Pandora, Jasper is my son, what he lacks in age and experience, he makes up for in cunning and talent. Jasper keeps to himself, he isn't the type to talk a lot, however, inside that ring he will rip you to shreds. Jasper is a perfect mix of violence and finesse, he can explode at a moment's notice and before you know it, he has you beaten down and begging for him to have mercy. Jasper was born to be in the business, no matter how hard I tried to keep him away from it growing up, he still managed to train himself and become one ruthless competitor.

Jasper Pandora steps up and raises his fist in the air but his expression of anger or pure hatred never changes. Scott grabs him by the chest and pulls him back, Jasper just stares at him.

Scott: For weeks we have sat back and watched the so called talent here in SCW assert themselves and try to convince everyone that they were actually talented and worthy of the title "Professional Wrestler" but many of them are just pretending. Some of you are merely using SCW as a stepping stone to other aspects of fame. You have these elaborate characters who are all playing bits and pieces in this so called Sin City Soap Opera. You got little spooky wanna bes painted up in lead face paint acting like they're some sort of medium between the living and dead world. You have this Baba Booey woman trying to claim that her wrestlers were not the same people in our little druid chase. NewsFlash Baba Baloney, there are no druids, it was just a costume you moron. You go on to accuse us of not wanting to admit we were attacked, any freaking idiot who was there that night saw us out in the graveyard burying Max Burke while your two clowns went and whacked the Sin City Promo models with chairs. Then, in the very same promo you go and do the exact same thing you accused us of, by claiming the people on the druid chase were not really Goth and Grimm. Seriously? That's like third grade baloney when you're playing cops and robbers and your buddy goes bang bang I got ya and you guys start an epic argument about no he didn't, yes he did, blah blah blah the fact is, your boys were outsmarted and you can't handle it. But I don't care about Goth and Grimm having a hissy fit, I don't really care who else has a problem with us, the fact of the matter is this, we're here to right the wrongs in Sin City, we're here to bring prestige back to the actual sport of Wrestling, we're here to eradicate Sin City of the actors and the porn stars and the media superstar wanna bes. Wrestling as a whole has become a farce, a sideshow if you will, because characters such as those clowns Goth and Grimm continue to act as if the wrestling audience are idiots and they don't see right through your crap. Tonight a new era begins in Sin City, tonight, the cleanse starts, take a look at your fallen champion and number one contender, this is just the beginning!!!

With that, Katu Tui picks up the champ and Jasper Pandora drags the challenger to his feet. They both look at Scott Pandora who gives them thumbs down and without warning, Jasper and Katu hit the Champ and Challenger with synchronized piledrivers, Scott Pandora laughs evilly as both the Champ and Challenger's heads bounce off the mats and they lay motionless in the middle of the ring. The Saviors then stand tall over their fallen victims and lock fists as the lights go out and the Sin Tron lights up.

Simone: Good god! The Saviors are officially revealed to Sin City Wrestling!

Adams: I'd rather get coal in my stocking.

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