Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage, clad in the spirit of the season, with a Santa hat on his head, tight red velvet short-shorts with mistletoe on the belt buckle, and red leather boots. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.

Simone: I wonder how many kisses under the mistletoe Justin's gotten since he put that silly thing on?

Adams: I understand Christian invested in chapstick before and after!

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


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

Justin: Hello everyone and MERRY CHRISTMAS!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: On behalf of Mark Ward and Christian Onmywood,er, Underwood, welcome to the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling's annual holiday Climax Control!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd applauds and cheers as Amanda comes prancing out, dressed as Mrs. Clause. A tune that sounds like "It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas" starts playing and the performance begins.

Amanda: It's beginning to look a lot like syphilis
All around my nose.
I picked him up at the 5 and 10
He buttfucked me once and then,
He lodged a candy cane up my asshole.

It's beginning to look a lot like syphilis,
Boy is my ass sore.
But the prettiest sight to see
Is his pecker to his knees
When I'm on all fours.

A pair of hopalong boots
And a pistol that shoots
Is much too much to ignore.
First we will talk and then go for a walk
But I hope he wants to do more.
And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for me to fuck a whore.

It's beginning to look a lot like syphilis,
But I still like boys more.
But the ugliest site to see is the canker
That will be on my own back door.

The crowd cheers and laughs as Amanda curtsies and disappears behind the curtains.

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

Adams: And I'm finally catching up on Dexter so Marge stops bugging me, but you can call me Jason Adams.

Simone: We have eight big matches tonight, and we kick things off with one man becoming the number one contender to Jeremiah Hardin's Roulette title as Lucian Frost, Eric Steel, Brother Grimm and Casey Williams do battle for that honor

Adams: I don't know who's gonna win that, any of those guys are worthy of the spot

Simone: Guns For Hire shocked the world by appearing on SCW for the first time in a long time, but so did the reveal of The Savoirs, a group appearing and destroying name after name. Tonight, we get to see two of the three members in action as Jasper Pandora and Katu Tui will be taking on Landon Axel and Ethan Brody.

Adams: That Katu dude scares me, I think he wants to kill people.

Simone: Another number one contenders match happens tonight, Amy Marshall will be watching with interest as Traci Patterson, Mercedes Vargas, Joanne Canelli and Lizzie Short do battle to be the next in line to face Amy Marshall.

Adams: If Lizzie is about, does that mean The Lord is somewhere close by?

Simone: More Bombshell's in action tonight as J.D Phoenix teams with Diamond and SCW Bombshell champion Gothika, as they take on The FoShan Bombshells and NXT member Vixen.

Adams: J.D might not have won last week, but I heard the bosses were very impressed with this young lady. People are predicting 2014 will be her year.

Simone: Simon Jones has had to deal with Casey Williams lately, forcing the staff in to an emergency meeting after Casey put Simon's family in danger. Simon will have a chance to work out his frustrations, but he will be in the ring with a very dangerous Kain.

Adams: Simon will have his hands full tonight, but he needs to stays focused if he wants to gain anything from this match.

Simone: Mixed tag team action up next, as both roulette champions are in one match. Male roulette champion Jeremiah Hardin, teams with Roxi Johnson, to face Bombshell roulette champion Amy Marshall and tag team partner, Goth.

Adams: Wooooooooooohooooooooooo, Roxi!

Simone: Big fan?

Adams: One of her biggest.

Simone: Last week, Hot Stuff Mark Ward told Drake Green to be ready to defend the ACW title, against a mystery opponent

Adams: It could be anyone! Even The Stay Puff Marshmellow Man!

Simone: I doubt it.

Adams: This is SCW, anything can happen.

Simone: True. Tonight main event will be a great way to end 2013, tonight, we have the heavyweight title on the line as Giani Di Luca takes on the rising start that is Damien Kingston.

Adams: Kingston has been on a roll lately and he could take the title away from Giani.

Simone: So for the last time in 2013

Adams: Let's GO GO GO!

New low starts to play thru the speakers. The fans go crazy and start singing the song. Jon Dough makes his way thru the curtains with his mic on hand.

Jon Dough: I know that I sing my theme with you people then get in the ring but not today. See I took more time then I was aloud so this week I will not be able to what I do.

Crowd: Booo!

Jon Dough: I know, I know. Well

Jon reaches the ring and gets inside of it

Jon Dough: I know that there is a man by the name of Ronald White here. Please make your way to the ring.

The name Jon is looking for is sitting in the fourth row. The man gets up and gets to the barricade.

Jon Dough: Its ok guys let him thru.

The man hopes over the barricade and joins Jon in the ring.

Jon Dough: For the record, please state your name?

Ronald White: My name is Ronald White. However, you can call me Ron.

Jon Dough: Well Ron, were you at last weeks show?

Ronald White: Yes I was.

Jon Dough: Did you bring any toys for the tots?

Ronald White: Yes I did. My family and I decided that this year we would only give and not receive.

Crowd is heard clapping.

Jon Dough: So how many toys did you bring?

Ronald White: Well I am not sure but it was at least 25 toys.

Jon Dough: Well thank you for that. Well last week I was suppose to announce that a lucky fan that brings in five toys which is you, will get a special surprise that I Jon Dough will announce later on in the show. Well That didn't happen due to me taking up to much time in the beginning of the show, but when I went to you, you said that you make it to every SCW show when were in the great state of Nevada.

Crowd pops loudly (It’s a cheap pop but a pop nonetheless)

Jon Dough: So Ron you are that lucky fan and well here is what you won.

Jon looks around for a bit then after about 10 seconds

Jon Dough: You won two first class tickets to FoShan, China you will spend two nights at the Dojo and then fly back first class with The FoShan Bombshells, Master Lily and myself along with being you and a guest will then be are VIP guest at the next Super Card!

Crowd: You are awesome! You are awesome! You are awesome!

Ronald White: Really! Oh, man that is awesome.

Jon and Ronald shake hands and Ronald makes his way out of the ring

Jon Dough: Now as Ron makes his way back to his seat.

Jon looks at the empty seat in the front row. the crowd knows what Jon is about to say and the crowd goes nuts.

Crowd: Jon Dough! Jon Dough! Jon Dough!

Jon Dough: Yep sounds like you already know what time it is. Oh what I though that seat was for me. The sign only says Jon. But Jon Who?

Crowd: JON DOUGH!!!!!

Jon Dough: You dam right the SCW Champ of the

Crowd: FANSSSSSS!!!!

Jon makes his way out if the ring and sits in the front row were he to will watch the rest of the show as the SCW fan that he is.

The camera focuses on the ring and the towering Christmas tree set up on the ringside floor in the corner, towering fifteen feet high. On the top of the Christmas tree is a police baton.

Justin: Our opening contest is a Fatal Fourway Elimination Christmas Tree match to determine the Number One Challenger to the Sin City Wresting Roulette Championship! The wrestler who claims the weapon from the top of the tree will be free to use it.

The crowd cheers.

Justin: Introducing first! Currently entering the ring! From Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing 219 pounds ... Eric Steel!

"I'm Goin' In" by Drake and Lil Wayne plays as Eric Steel steps through the ropes amidst the boos of the crowd in the Gold Coast Ballroom.

Justin: From the Far Reaches of Sanity, weighing 165 pounds ... Frost!

The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.

Justin: From the Other Side of Darkness, weighing 246 pounds ... Brother Grimm!

All of the lights in the building slowly fade out, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness. Then the voices of little girls is heard over the speakers, reciting;

"'B' is for 'Baby' ... 'F' is for 'Fear'
Beware for the children ... The evil draws near."

The screen above the ramp then flickers to life with the image of a music box...

The video ends and are replaced by the ominous melodies of O Fortuna (Carmina Burana). A select stage light ignites over the ramp, illuminating the lone figure standing atop the stage, as stoic and pale as an ivory statue. Poised and ready, brother Grimm raises his head and slowly begins the descent towards the ring, paying no mind to the fans who watch with awe in their eyes as this enigmatic figure passes them, leaving a chill to many a spine in his wake.

Arriving at ringside, Brother Grimm pauses and casts a sidelong glance at the fans seated at ringside, staring them down until the fans hurriedly break eye contact. Only then does Grimm show the faintest trace of a devilish smirk before he turns back to the ring. Gripping the middle rope with his hand, he hauls himself up onto the ring apron and steps through the ropes. Grimm begins to remove his attire to reveal an ivory-white and muscled upper body adorned with faint scars. He passes his armor and tunic out to the attendant, then turns back, ready to start the match.

Justin: And finally! From Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing 375 pounds ... Casey Williams!

The opening drums to Five Finger Death Punch's "I.M.Sin" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.

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

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

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

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

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

Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron, when suddenly the boos of the crowd turn to cheers, as Simon Jones leaps over the guardrail, and clips Casey in the back of the knee!

Adams: It's Simon Jones! Simon is attacking Casey Williams and the show's barely started!

Simone: The bad blood between these two has been escalating for weeks! Simon wants to put him down for good!

Casey's leg gives out from under him and he goes down to his hands and knees and Simon just starts waylaying on his head with lefts and rights and then kicks him in the ribs when security quickly rushes out!

Simone: This was not expected so soon in the show! Its a good thing security was at the ready!

The security guards get between Simon and Casey and quickly separate them. As he is dragged backstage, Simon struggles - unsuccessfully - to try to break free from the clutch of the security guards, shouting inaudibly at Casey as he does so, while Casey returns to his feet, holding his ribs, where he was kicked. Casey glares hard in the direction of Simon, clearly wanting to go after him. But Casey has a big opportunity ahead of him here and he instead turns around and now limps the rest of the way to the ring. Casey climbs up onto the ring apron and steps over the top rope, entering the six sided ring.

Adams: Good thing perhaps for Simon I imagine. If Casey didn't have this big chance here right now, he'd probably be after the former SCW Champion as we speak.

Drew Patton checks on Casey's condition but the "Freight Train of Pain" waves off his concern and the referee calls for the bell!


Immediately all four men dash straight for the corner with the Christmas tree to attempt to retrieve the weapon from up top! Each goes to try for the climb but is pulled away by their opponents and soon a melee' erupts between all four men and they begin to brawl between them in pairs! Brother Grimm and Casey Williams are exchanging blows as Eric Steel and Frost trade lefts and rights!

Adams: This is what the season is all about!

Simone: The season is supposed to be about good will toward your fellow man!

Adams: Its also about giving and wow! Right now these men are giving each other some pretty slick shots!

Eric Steel drives Frost back into a corner and buries a knee into his midsection and then sends him reeling with a European uppercut. Eric brings him out of the corner with an Irish whip to the far side. Eric then charges in but Frost grabs him in a head scissors and brings him over with a swinging maneuver. Eric staggers up and Frost dropkicks him right straight back down.

Casey knocks Grimm back a step and Grimm then lashes out with a hard boot that doubles the big man over! Then frost comes flying up from behind Grimm and plants him face-first with a one-handed bulldog! Frost then jumps on Casey and throws wild fists at the giant but Casey grabs him by the face with one big 'paw' and throws him back. Eric Steel then runs up and delivers a high knee to Casey's head and then starts his own assault, with much the same result as Casey throws him off as well.

Adams: It's like two hawks trying to fight a Dassault Rafale!

Simone: Those two together aren't Casey Williams's size!

Casey steps up from out of the corner when he is hit with a matching pair of dropkicks by both Frost as well as Eric!

Adams: I guess that's why they're working together now!

Simone: Smart move, to work against the biggest man in the ring.

Casey crashes back against the corner from the dual dropkicks but down not go down. Eric and frost then each grab and arm and Irish whip the big man into the ropes and hit him with another double dropkick and again, he does not go down, but instead falls back against the ropes.

Adams: It takes a lot to take Casey Williams off of his feet.

Frost and Eric again take Casey by the arms and send him into the ropes with an Irish whip. But this time, on the rebound, Casey holds out his arms and barrels right into the two junior heavyweights with his own double clothesline!

Simone: Casey Williams just turned Frost and Steel inside out!

Casey then turns and sees Brother Grimm up and climbing the corner of the Tree and reaching for the weapon. Casey walks over and clubs him in the small of the back, breaking him of his attempt. Casey then grabs Grimm and brings him from out of the corner with a military press.

Adams: look at the strength on Casey Williams! Brother Grimm is no lightweight!

Casey then just dumps Grimm, dropping him face-first right into the canvas. Casey turns and then makes for the Tree corner himself. He carefully starts to ascend.

Simone: This is where Casey may be at a disadvantage.

Adams: Are you kidding? With his height he doesn't have to reach very far.

Simone: But with his weight factor, he can't climb as easily as the smaller men.

Frost runs up and grabs Casey's tree trunk leg but Casey kicks him off halfway across the canvas. Eric then tries himself but gets much the same result. Grimm is back up and he grabs Casey's leg. Casey tries to shake him loose but Grimm holds on tight! Grimm then proceeds to sink his teeth right into Casey's calf, causing a roar of pain from the giant!

Adams: I hope Casey's had his shots!

Casey manages to reach down and drill Grimm in the head, knocking him loose and he leaves bloody bite marks on Casey! Grimm staggers back and suddenly Frost leapfrogs onto Grimm's shoulders and he tries fighting Casey that way, but Casey clotheslines Frost and he - and Grimm - topple backwards and Frost lands via an unintentional Electric Chair Drop!

Simone: Now THAT was a crafty move on Casey Williams' part!

Casey then reaches back up and grabs the police baton...

Adams: He has it! Casey got the weapon!

The crowd cheers despite themselves as Casey pulls the baton loose and climbs back down where Eric Steel jumps on his wide back, assaulting him from behind with fists swinging around into his head! Casey responds by swinging the baton up and it cracks Eric right in the forehead! Eric's assault ends immediately and he slides down off of Casey's back and before he can collapse, Casey grabs him by the throat and ...

Adams: Choke slam!

Casey covers Eric Steel and...


Justin: Eric Steel has been eliminated!

Casey stands up as Eric rolls from the ring and Williams turns around ... and a recovered Frost leaps off the top rope and connects with a missile dropkick that sends the giant staggering! Brother Grimm grabs the baton in Casey's hand and attempts to tear it from his grip but Casey hangs on tight and a tug of war ensues! Casey then kicks Grimm in the stomach, doubling him over. He wrenches the baton away from Grimm and brings it down across the SCW's 'Bogeyman's" back, dropping him to his hands and knees. Frost then runs up and jumps, grabbing Casey in a side headlock and Frost runs his feet up the ropes, attempting a springboard bulldog, but Casey stops in mid-motion and simply brings Frost crashing down in a side suplex!

Simone: It's a bad day to be a small man inside of that ring.

Casey grabs Frost by the mask and sets him up in position for a powerbomb, then drives him down hard with a sit out powerbomb! He keeps him down as again Drew makes the count!


Justin: Frost has been eliminated!

The crowd boos for the elimination of the popular masked man as Casey stands up.

Simone: The crowd is not happy about that outcome, but Casey Williams is on a tear, eliminating two people so far. And now it's down to just him and Brother Grimm.

Adams: And Casey had better turn around fast!

Casey looks down but the fallen baton he let go is gone. He looks up and sees that Brother Grimm is now wielding the baton with a sick, twisted smile on his black lips!

Simone: This will not bode well for Casey Williams. He never should have let go of that weapon.

The two remaining men slowly circle about, Casey pointing at Grimm and the weapon and Grimm smiling and twirling the baton around in wide circles. Grimm then leans in and swings but Casey manages to jump back.

Simone: How long can Casey manage to do that?

Grimm then swings toward Casey's chest, but the big man moves back quickly. Grimm shows his sped and grace and is already down, swinging low again and Casey jumps back, but as he comes down, he jars the knee that Simon Jones already hurt at the beginning of this contest. Casey grimaces and grabs his knee...

Adams: And that' all Brother Grimm needs to see! He's like a shark smelling blood in the water.

Grimm shows no mercy as he swings the baton into the side of Casey's head, knocking him down to one knee, but the upright one is the injured and Grimm quickly hits it too with the baton! Casey roars in pain and grabs the knee and falls over to his back, clutching it! Grimm throws the baton down and he literally starts stomping at Casey's knee as Casey tries to shield his limb from as much damage as possible!

Simone: An assault like this could really damage Casey Williams's knee!

Grimm immediately lays his knee across the throat of Casey Williams, blatantly choking him right in front of the referee. Drew begins the count.

4...No earlier than the four count, Grimm takes his knee up off of Casey and stands up. Grimm then rebounds off of the ropes and leaps, dropping a guillotine legdrop across Casey's raw throat.

Simone: Sometimes its hard to remember how agile Brother Grimm can be when he so desires.

Grimm then rolls over and covers Casey, hooking the leg.

Casey kicks out, throwing Grimm up off of him!

Adams: What a kick out!

Grimm glares at Drew, unnerving the official, before he proceeds to grab Casey by the head, dragging him back up to a vertical base.

Simone: Now this may be a mistake in Grimm's part.

Grimm grabs him in a front facelock and attempts a DDT, but Casey stays where he is. Casey then wraps both arms around Grimm's waist, scoops him up off of his feet and plows him straight back into the near corner!

Adams: I guess it was!

Casey hammers Grimm's stomach three more times, then steps away and retrieves the police baton from where it fell. Casey then approaches Grimm where he remains and swings the baton back into his exposed midsection. Casey then presses the baton against Grimm's neck, choking him out as Drew attempts to get Casey to end this!

Adams: This time Drew can't make him stop!

Simone: Right you are, Jason. So long as Casey is using that baton, Drew has no say!

Casey finally stops choking Grimm and then steps behind him, wrapping the baton around his throat from behind. Casey chokes him savagely again when Grimm kicks both feet up into the top turnbuckle and kicks off, sending them both tumbling back! Both men's shoulders are down!

Grimm lifts his shoulder suddenly!

The bell rings!


Adams: Wait! What happened!? Did I see what I think I did?

Both men are holding their arms up, thinking they were the one to successfully keep the other man's shoulders down. Drew walks over to Grimm - and raises his shoulder!

Simone: You did!

Casey is enraged! Grimm quickly and quietly rolls out of the ring, a smile on his face as Casey menaces Drew inside of the ring, arguing against the decision!

Justin: The winner of the match, and the Number One Challenger to the SCW Roulette Championship ... BROTHER GRIMM!

Drew has to dive out of the ring to avoid the rampaging Casey Williams, as Brother Grimm vanishes behind the curtains.

Simone: It's official! When SCW returns from our holiday break on January 4, it'll be Brother Grimm challenging Jeremiah Hardin for the Roulette Championship!

Adams: That match is going to rock!

As Climax Control returns from the commercial break, we're in the middle of an intermission as Belinda Simone and Jason Adams welcome us back to the show.

Simone: We're live tonight from the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas. Belinda Simone and Jason Adams along with you. Thanks for joining us, everybody.

Belinda turns to Jason.

Simone: Climax Control is off to a fast start.

Adams: And we're only getting started, because still to come tonight...

A graphic shows tonight's main event: Giani di Luca versus Damien Kingston. The former with the SCW Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder.

Adams: Giani Di Luca puts the SCW Heavyweight Championship on the line just two weeks after winning the title at December 2 Dismember II against Damien Kingston. Can't wait.

Simone: Damien Kingston, the Man of Liberty, will get his shot at the title after winning a five-man battle royal, lastly eliminating Jon Dough. However, Kingston's celebration last week would be short lived, thanks to a rogue trio who call themselves, simply, The Saviors. Watch.

Footage from the ending of last week's main event began to play.

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


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.


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.

As we return live, a somber expression rest on the crowd after witnessing the events from last week.

Adams: For weeks, these guys, The Saviors, have been sending out cryptic messages to SCW, and now after all that, they finally show themselves.

Simone: And as we just witnessed, their message wasn't just for the champion and challenger, but for all of SCW. Scott Pandora, Katu Tui, and Jasper Pandora, The Saviors. Where will they strike next? What will they do next?

Adams: Well, one thing is for sure, Belinda. The Saviors will make their in-ring debut when Katu Tui and Jasper Pandora takes on the returning Ethan Brody and Landon Axel of the Guns for Hire in what should be an explosive tag team contest.

The broadcast is then interrupted as the light goes out before strobe lights appears. "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 began to play over the arena's speakers. The theme belonging to none other than Mercedes Vargas. There is a momentary delay as a mix of boos and cheers accompany the lyrics.

Simone: Oh, here we go. The Argentine Assassin has arrived.

Adams: These fans aren't going to be welcoming her with open arms. It's got so loud in hear I can hardly hear myself think.

Simone: Something tells me she won't be in any kind of mood here tonight.

Mercedes is already halfway down the ramp and eyes locked only towards the ring.

Simone: Still to come, it's the second of our four-way number one contender matches right here on Climax Control as there you see the former Bombshell Roulette Champion, Mercedes Vargas, approaching the ring momentarily.

Adams: She will be one of the four Bombshells vying for a title shot on the first Climax Control of the new year on January 5th against the current champion Amy Marshall, though the Argentine Assassin also have to contend with some familiar opponents in Joanne Canelli as well as Traci Patterson and Lizzie Short. Who can forget the last time these three got together? I know I can't.

Simone: Same here. Just after winning the title at High Stakes III back in October, Mercedes successfully defended the title against Traci Patterson in a Street Fight as decided by the roulette wheel, but the Argentine Assassin didn't get to to enjoy her victory that night seven weeks ago at the LAX Nightclub right here in Vegas. Take a look.

Adams: LAX Nightclub? Hey, that's less than 15 minutes from here!

The scene cuts to footage of the end of the Bombshell Roulette Championship match from over a month ago on November 3...

As the fans cheer loudly, Mercedes smacks Traci across the face so hard that the sound echoes off of the walls. The fans erupt into cheers as Mercedes poses for them. Enraged, Traci shoves Mercedes forward, and then takes a few steps backward. She then darts at her, jumping up and landing a Tornado DDT onto the hard concrete. She flips off the fans and sticks her tongue out at them before she drops down to her knees, hooking Mercedes’s leg in the process.



Just at the last second, Mercedes gets her shoulder up. Traci slaps the concrete in anger, and then she grabs onto Mercedes’s hair. She lifts her head up, and lands hard knuckled punches, slow, but precise. After about five punches, she shoves her back down. Traci stands up as the fans boo her, and she holds her arms up proudly, also provoking the fans to come at her. One girl tries, and security holds her back. Traci gets in the girls face, and rears her arm back to slap her, but Mercedes saves the fan. She grabs onto Traci’s wrist and spins her around. As she comes back, Mercedes leaps up and hits a Hurricanrana out of nowhere that causes the cheers to come back. Traci holds onto her back as she winces in pain. She shouts random insults at the crowd as they point and laugh at her.

Simone: This Bombshell is one to look out for. Like her or not, she has the heart of a fighter.

Adams: I was looking out for her to begin with, but not what’s under her ribs…

As Mercedes moves forward, Traci gets up and begins to follow her. They make their way up to the loading area around back of Club LAX, and Traci ducks a clothesline. She hits Mercedes with a Russian Legsweep, and then she runs over to one of the wooden poles coming up from the deck. She waits for a moment until Mercedes slowly gets up. She leaps off with a flying crossbody. As she rolls off, she stands up and lifts Mercedes to a sitting position. She rears back a few steps, and then hits a hard kick to Mercedes’s midsection. She picks her up by the hair causing Mercedes to yell out in pain. She hits a Hair Biel that sends Mercedes skidding. Mercedes winces as her arms and legs are scraped up. She gets up, but Traci is relentless. She comes charging at Mercedes, who moves out of the way and uses the momentum to slam Traci right into the metal loading door. Traci holds onto her head as Mercedes lays in several forearm shots. She then Irish Whips Traci over toward a dumpster. Traci leaps up onto the top of it, waiting just as Mercedes comes at her. Mercedes can’t stop quick enough as Traci leaps off with a Flying Cross Body. She hooks the leg for the pin.



Adams: OHHH! So close! We almost had a new champion.

Simone: In what universe does a Cross Body come close to putting an opponent away?

Mercedes kicks out. Traci immediately rips her off of the asphalt and sets her up for a Piledriver when she is smacked in the face with a large baking sheet. The camera spins around to show Lizzie Short standing there with a smirk on her face as she mouths to Traci, motioning for a belt around her waist. She shouts at a quickly recovering Traci who has no time to retort as Mercedes spins her around. Traci swings blindly, leaving an opening for a Float Over Suplex. As they connect with the concrete, Mercedes bridges over into a pin.



Traci rolls out of it just before the refs hand hits the ground. Mercedes clinches her fists as she gets up. She hits a swinging neckbreaker on Traci, and then she gets Traci doubled over with a boot to the gut. She shoves Traci into a Gory Bomb.

Simone: The Mercy Shot! I don’t think Traci can recover from that one!




Justin Decent: And your winner, via pinfall and STILL SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion… MERCEDES VARGAS!!!

Adams: If Lizzie didn’t get involved, this match would still be going on. When Traci recovers, you bet she will be looking for her head…

Simone: Undoubtedly, but it was still an excellent showing by Traci here tonight, Jason.

Mercedes stands up and the referee raises her arms in victory. After a moment of celebration, Mercedes looks down to Traci. She thinks about it for a moment, and then she holds out a hand to a stunned, yet fuming Traci. She accepts the helping hand, and Traci gets up to her feet. She nods her head in appreciation. Traci extends her hand to Mercedes in a friendly showing. As Mercedes reaches for it, Traci grabs onto her arm and tosses her into the back of a delivery truck with a hiptoss! She looks down with a sour look before she knocks on the back of the truck. The truck takes off as a man runs out, shouting at the truck. Traci smirks as she storms off toward the building.

Simone: Despite the win, Mercedes was none too please about her joyride.

Adams: You think? Listen to the Tout she sent after her ordeal the very night.

The footage now shows Mercedes at Las Vegas's McCarran International Airport where we find her waiting at the terminal for her flight, and the Tout logo is printed on the bottom left hand corner of the screen. The video shows black bars on the right and left and has been narrowed to frame her face staring back at us through her cellphone camera.

Mercedes Vargas: I offered my opponent to shake my hand as a sign of respect, and this is the treatment I get? A field trip down the Vegas Strip?! The nerve of some people! Well, you know what, Traci? I hope you enjoyed that YOLO moment. I'm glad you got your giggles in. I'm glad you thought the stunt you pulled was funny. But guess what? At the end of the night...

She holds up the Bombshell Roulette Championship briefly before placing it out of sight.

Mercedes Vargas: I got the last laugh. That's right, I'm STILL the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion. So, ha-ha.

She points at the camera while doing so.

Mercedes Vargas: After our match, I don't even know what's going to happen for me next, but I know that last night wasn't the last time I'm going to see you. And sweetheart, I can not wait until we do meet again.

Mercedes waves and mouths the word "buh-bye" as the video feed ends.

The scene cuts back to the ring with Mercedes Vargas looking up at the Sin-Tron while shaking her head, having to relive the ordeal from that cold November night.

Adams: Poor Mercedes! I bet she wasn't expecting that. Then again, I can't imagine what red-blooded male wouldn't want Argentine's greatest export delivered at their door. That's an early Thanksgiving or Christmas gift!

Simone: As we mentioned at the start, it will either be Mercedes, Traci, Lizzie, or Joanne later on in this four corners number one contender's match. But right now, it looks like we're going to hear from Mercedes Vargas. Let's listen in.

Mercedes waits in the ring as a nearby stagehand hands her a mic, and she gestures to cut her music. The music fades and the lights slowly return to normal. Mercedes circles around before she walks over and leans on the corner turnbuckle while facing the crowd.

Mercedes Vargas: Rumors of my demise, it seems, were greatly exaggerated. And, as it turns out, I managed to overcome the odds in a street fight, which you all saw put up on the screen there. Only, when they said this was a "street fight", I didn't exactly picture that match outside in the parking lot area. Well, in the end, we all found out the moral of the story, didn't we? We know that brains...

Mercedes touches a finger to her temple.

Mercedes brawn...

She flexes her muscles.

Mercedes Vargas: any day of the week, and I proved just that. Can't say I enjoyed my little trip down in Vegas that night, but through it all, I guess it was worth it. It was all worth it because I still retained the Bombshell Roulette Championship...which I don't have anymore. But the more things change, the more they stay the same, isn't that right, Las Vegas? It's the final Climax Control of 2013 and just three days before Christmas, and we're here in Las Vegas, again? Haven't we seen you people enough times already?

She incites boos from the crowd. What would Las Vegas do...No, what would the entire state of Nevada do if Sin City Wrestling didn't invest their time and efforts in bringing the best damn wrestling money could buy? The least this hostile crowd could be is eternally grateful.

Mercedes Vargas: I mean, this is our, what, sixth visit or something? We've been to baseball stadiums, haunted houses, nightclubs, we just visited you at a local Boys & Girls Club last week, casinos... What makes Las Vegas so special anyway? Inquiring minds want to know! Is it the sleazy hookers on every corner, the Hep C outbreaks, the streets being overrun with meth addicts and pathetic lowlives, some who are probably in this building? What is it?

"You suck" chants begin as Mercedes offers an innocent shrug. She simply shrugs it off as the chants continue. She laughs and points to herself saying "who me"? away from the mic.

Mercedes Vargas: Oh yeah? You think I suck? Well, so does your city! You don't have a pro sports team, semi-pro is the best you can do, and the one college team in the area isn't very good. You should be thanking jolly St. Nick that your Runnin' Rebels are playing in a bowl game for the first time in over a decade!

The crowd boos, but she wasn't fazed by it one bit. Then again, it's just their typical reaction to pointing out the obvious. Because no crowd wants to hear their city isn't all that great.

Mercedes Vargas: I've accomplished more in 2013 than any of you have in your collectives lives.

The crowd boos again. Mercedes points to a random fan who calls her out.

Mercedes Vargas: Yeah, even you, Tubby. Competitive eating contests don't count. Now, shut up before I make you eat this microphone.

A smattering of boos, but there's laughter in there, too, mostly directed at the heckler. Because no one wants to be verbally dressed down on national television.

Mercedes Vargas: Anyway, what I meant to say before I was rudely interrupted is that being in front of you people is a waste of my time. This match is a waste of my time. My opponents are a waste of my time. Matter of fact, they don't deserve to even be mentioned by name. But I will, because they, much like this city, need their five minutes of fame.

Crowd boos, a little louder this time.

Mercedes Vargas: I've been hit across the head with a paddle, sent into an Olympic size pool, fallen from greats heights from a cable, I've watched as someone climbed through a cage, and yeah, I was even driven through a table, but there is one thing that separates me and the three opponents I'm supposed to face tonight - Lizzie Short, Traci Patterson, and Joanne Canelli - and that is, is that I have never ended up on my back in an SCW ring! None of my opponents can say that. In fact, there isn't a single Bombshell that can hold to that claim. Not Misty. Not Vixen. Not Gothika....I have yet to be pinned or submitted in a match since the ink dried on my contract, since the day I set foot in Sin City Wrestling. And that was six months ago, and counting. And counting.

Mercedes pauses, wanting to collect her thoughts on the next subject at the moment. She turns to the entrance ramp bringing the microphone to speak.

Mercedes Vargas: Now, Amy, sweetheart, I know you and I have history together even before we both came to SCW, and even though we both know who's going to walk away with the Bombshell Roulette Championship in two weeks, that doesn't mean I'm going to treat you less than any other opponent. You may have climbed up and over a cage, you may have put me through a table, but even then you STILL haven't claimed a decisive victory over me. This is going on for almost 3 years now. Amy, let me take out all the guess work for you about who your next challenger will be: It's the last challenger you faced at December 2 Dismember II two weeks ago in Newark, California, and it's the person standing in this ring right now.

Again, she is at the mercy of more boos from the crowd, causing her to lower her microphone and an annoyed glance. Shaking her head at their stupidity, she raises her microphone to offer her last lines.

Mercedes Vargas: So, Amy, do yourself a favor. After you're done with your little mixed tag match with Goth against Jerry and Roxanne a little later, why don't you grab whatever calender or your planner nearby, put a nice big circle around January 5th, and make sure you put my name next to yours. You and me, sweetheart, have some unfinished business.

Mercedes drops the mic and promptly takes her leave to boos and a few cheers here and there as Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me, plays out on the PA system.

Adams: Mercedes wants to be Bombshell Roulette Champion so bad, she doesn't even realize that her opponents are also after the same thing.

Simone: That might be a mistake she might live to regret if she's not careful here tonight. Overconfidence could end up costing her everything, especially with her thinking that she's already won.

Adams: Maybe it's because she's already defeated two of her three opponents in the past. Plus, she is undefeated.

Simone: Well, if Mercedes wants to talk about moral victories, she right on that point. She has yet to be pinned or submit in a match since joining the Bombshell roster. But, Mercedes, a word of warning. Be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it.

Mercedes backs up towards the ramp, her arrogance on full display. She makes the belt motion and then faces the hard camera.

Mercedes Vargas: Don't come looking for me, Amy. I'm coming for you.

And with that, Mercedes disappears through the curtains as the cameras fade elsewhere

The cameras open up near the back entrance to the Gold Coast Casino where the SCW Superstars, Bombshells and staff are all instructed to enter. As the show is already underway, everyone should have already arrived, but we find one person waiting very impatiently by the door. One half of the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions and newly returned member of NXT, Misty. She has the door open and is looking outside, waiting for someone to arrive. A few minutes goes by before a taxi pulls up, and who should step out from the back seat? Misty's new main squeeze, Seth. He pays the cab driver, then walks towards Misty, holding a small wrapped present. Misty looks at the box curiously as Seth approaches her, giving her a little peck on her cheek before he hands her the gift.

Misty: You didn't have to bring my gift tonight, Seth. After tonight's show we're on break for a bit so we can work out travel plans tomorrow you know.

Misty gently shakes the box, trying to guess what could be inside. It doesn't really make much noise, and Seth grins, knowing it won't. Misty lets the door close behind Seth, and she doesn't open the gift right away.

Seth: Who said this is your only gift? Besides, it's more of a gift to myself, but I think you'll enjoy it just as much.

Misty raises an eyebrow curiously and the corner of her mouth turns up in the beginnings of a tiny grin.

Misty: Oh really? Is this something I should really be opening up here, or should I save it for later?

Seth: It's perfectly safe to open up here. It's nothing indecent, but now I'm kinda second guessing my decision on this one. Go ahead and open it.

Misty: Hmmm...Don't worry, I'll open it. But I'll wait a little bit until we get back to the locker rooms. Come on, I think it's time you meet some people. If you're going to be sticking around, you should get to know people around here.

Seth is now the one raising a curious eyebrow.

Seth: IF I'm going to be sticking around? I know things have been a bit strained lately, but I thought we--

Misty suddenly leans in and kisses him, shutting him up immediately. The two let the kiss linger for a bit before Misty backs away, smiling and Seth stares at her.

Misty: You know what I meant, Seth. I just want you to meet everybody in NXT is all. Now come on!

Seth: Wait...NXT? You want me to meet...your ex? That's not such a good....idea!

Seth apparently doesn't have much of a chance to argue as Misty grabs a hold of his hand and quickly drags him away, the excitement almost oozing out of her. Seth has a look of reluctance on his face, but he goes along with it anyway, and can only imagine how these...meetings...will go.

The scene opens up at ringside where we see Belinda and Jason talking about the next match on the card.

Simone: Last week The Saviors revealed themselves as Scott and Jasper Pandora alongside Katu Tui, coming up next Katu and Jasper make their official debut against the returning Guns for Hire…..

Adams: Sorry to interrupt you Belinda but I just word that Matthew Kennedy has sent a taped message to the production crew.

Simone: Oh great!

The screen on the titentron changes to the abbreviation “MKN” with the words Matthew Kennedy News with “Above All” by Newsted playing in the background, after a few seconds the scene cuts to Matthew, Lizzie and Marty behind a desk, Matthew is sitting whilst Marty and Lizzie are standing behind him.

MK: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the lord’s new weekly segment Matthew Kennedy news, tonight from the Kennedy Camp Lizzie Short will compete in a match to determine who challenges Amy Marshall for the Bombshell Roulette Title in the New Year whilst back home in England two of my brightest male students, Tommy Matthews and Ricky West, will make their professional wrestling debut this weekend!

Simone: Didn’t realize his school was still open.

Adams: Join the club.

MK: Now as you may remember my return to Climax Control was overshadowed by the debut of The Saviors and whilst I regret the fact that my injuries prevent me from getting personally involved in this situation I will be watching closely! That is all, see you in the new year, the Lord has spoken!

The logo flashes on the screen again as the scene cuts to ringside.

Simone: For the past two months Sin City Wrestling has been plagued by a group of Druids calling themselves The Saviors and last week they finally revealed their true identities.

Adams: Scott Pandora, a multiple time champion in several feds, his son Scott who is highly touted and the massive Samoan known as Kata Tui, their mission? It’s to burn Sin City Wrestling to the ground.

Simone: Tonight Jasper and Kata make their SCW in ring debuts against the returning Guns for Hire in what was determined to be a Glass Bulb Match, let’s take it to Justin Decent!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team Glass Bulb match is scheduled for one fall!

“The End” by Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, Axel and Brody step out to a chorus of cheers the two of them stand on the stage looking around at the audience. After a moment they turn to one another, raising their arms up and slap hands as the two glare at one another, the two then step away and walk down the aisle way with Axel acknowledging the crowd more than Brody.

Justin: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 516lbs, Ethan Brody and Landon Axel, they are the Guns for Hire!

Ethan steps up onto the ring apron whilst Axel climbs the steps and walks along the apron to the opposite apron; Brody steps in as Axel climbs the rungs of the turnbuckle and points out at the crowd with Brody standing near the ropes with his arms raised, Axel steps on the top rope and jumps into the ring. The two step into their assigned corner as the referee walks over to them as the music slowly fades away.

Simone: Both men are very capable in the ring but tonight they face an unenviable task.

Adams: Wonder who they pissed off to get stuck in this situation?

Lights go out, "Killing in the name" by Rage Against the Machine begins to play, spotlights search the crowd until finding The Saviors, all three of them, standing among the crowd.

#some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses.

#some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses.

Crowd begins to boo as The Saviors make their way through the crowd, some eager fans try to pat the backs and chests of The Saviors as they walk through the crowd only to be met with an elbow to the chest or face if they get too close.

#Now you do what they tell you
#and you're under control
#now you do what they tell you
#and you're under control
#now you do what they tell you
#and you're under control.

The Saviors step over the guardrail, Scott Pandora first, and then Jasper and last Katu Tui, Scott Pandora slides into the ring while Jasper and Katu each go around to one of the 6 sides of the ring and climb in. They meet at the center of the ring and lock fists and stare out at the crowd

Justin: And their opponents, accompanied to the ring by Scott Pandora, at a total combined weight of 510lbs, representing The Saviors, Scott Pandora and Katu Tui!

#F**k you I won't do what you tell me
#F**k you I won't do what you tell me
#F**k you I won't do what you tell me
#F**k you I won't do what you tell me

The crowd's boos nearly drown out the music now as The Saviors raise their other fists in the air. The lights come back on and the music dies


Simone: No love for The Saviors and the reasons should be obvious!

Adams: And they have a tough test ahead of them for their first match, Guns for Hire with broken glass around the ring? Let’s hope they’ve brought some good boots.

Jasmine tries to bring the two teams together in order to explain the rules of the match but The Saviors are having none of it and they bull-rush the Guns for Hire, Ethan and Landon see them coming and start exchanging rights and lefts with the two men as Jasmine tries to regain control.

Simone: It’s worth noting that, despite the glass around the ring, regular tag team rules apply and it isn’t No DQ!

Adams: Try telling that to The Saviors!

Jasmine eventually regains control but only after threatening the two teams with a Double Disqualification if they didn’t send a partner to the corner, Ethan and Jasper end up starting things off for the teams and the two men start exchanging some matt wrestling after they move around some of the broken glass to make it safe for them to do so.

Simone: Guns for Hire weren’t exactly popular in SCW when they first debuted but against The Saviors they may as well be Christian Underwood!

Adams: Despite that they are showing some impressive mat wrestling with no interference!

The two men eventually come to a standstill and Ethan charges in looking for a clothesline, Jasper ducks under the attempt and Scott takes advantage by tripping up Ethan sending him face-first into the broken glass.

Simone: Spoke to soon Jason!

Adams: Ouch, that’s going to hurt in the morning!

Jasper quickly pounces on Ethan and goes for a cover 1….2…..kickout by Ethan, Jasper shoots Jasmine a dirty look before forcing Ethan back to his feet and dragging him to The Saviors’ corner where he tags in the massive Samoan Katu Tui! Jasmine barely has time to confirm the tag before The Saviors start stomping away at Ethan in the corner and Jasper only gets on the outside once Jasmine reaches a four count.

Simone: You get the feeling that The Saviors couldn’t care less about the rules.

Adams: If that’s true then I’d hate to be an opponent of theirs!

Katu doesn’t let up the assault pummeling Ethan with elbow smashes and right hands, he eventually drags Ethan out of the corner, backs up a bit and…..

Simone: Did he just do a dropkick?

Adams: For a big man he is pretty damn agile!

Landon starts shouting words of encouragement to Ethan as the big man goes for a cover 1….2…..kickout by Ethan but Katu responds to this be repeatedly head-butting the already bloodied head of Ethan Brody making the bleeding even worse before going for another cover 1….2…..kickout again!

Simone: Katu has just been vicious since he was tagged in!

Adams: Where did Scott find this guy?

Katu forces Ethan to his feet only to be surprised by an enziguri that stuns the big man, Ethan bounces off the ropes and Kata tries to catch him with a Big Boot only for Ethan to duck under it, spin Katu around and nail the massive Samoan with a Superkick that sends him down to the ground! Both men are now down and their respective partners start calling for the tag!

Simone: If Ethan can tag in Axel then this match may turn around in the Guns for Hire’s favor.

Adams: Not if the Saviors have anything to say about it!

Katu and Ethan get to their feet at the same time but Katu is clearly the freshest of the two men and grabs onto Ethan’s leg only to be dropkicked with the other leg, Katu quickly rolls over to his team’s corner and tags in Jasper but not quick enough as Ethan is able to tag in Landon!

Simone: Landon’s in the match!

Adams: And this could mean big things for the Guns for Hire!

Landon charges at Jasper and clotheslines him down to the matt before dropkicking Katu off the apron for good measure! He waits for Jasper to get back to his feet and when he does he goes for one of his finishers, the Death Sentence superkick, but Jasper sees it coming and ducks under it before spinning Landon around and going for his own finisher.

Simone: Jasper is going for the Pandora Destroyer! If he hits this it’s all over for the Guns for Hire!

Adams: Landon doesn’t think so!

Landon back-drops out of the finisher attempt by Jasper sending the second generation wrestler back first into the broken glass! Jasper writhers around in pain allowing Landon to lock in the Axelled finisher on Jasper!

Simone: Landon has the Axelled locked in! This could be all over for The Saviors!

Katu quickly gets into the ring only to get speared by Ethan, Jasmine watches Jasper closely waiting for the tap-out…..that never comes as Scott Pandora slams a chair into Landon’s head sending him to the mat!

Adams: Well, you were correct!

Justin: Your winners by Disqualification, the Guns for Hire!

Simone: And I don’t think The Saviors care!

Ethan gets a chairshot of his own before Scott discards the chair and orders to other two Saviors to join in on the beat down off Landon and Ethan; they do so immediately putting the boots to the prone forms of Landon and Ethan!

Simone: A great match ruined by interference!

Scott Pandora directs Katu and Jasper to the Guns for Hire and they triple team L.A. for a few seconds until he is down, then they do the same to Ethan. Once both of the Guns for Hire are down, Jasper and Katu drag them to their feet as Scott Pandora grabs a microphone. He then makes a cut throat motion with his thumb and Jasper and Katu hit synchronized pile drivers and the Guns for Hire's heads bounce off the ring.

Scott Pandora: You know what....

Before he can speak a loud chorus of boos echo through the arena along with chants of "Saviors suck" Scott Pandora stands there smiling and soaking it up, even encouraging them by goading them on

Scott Pandora: Oh you hate us, we know, we don't care. You know, at first I was going to actually say something nice, but now I just don't give a damn. You see, Sin City, you're not worth our time, you're not worth saving. We came here to change things, but the more we stick around, the more we notice, nothing is going to change. So you know what. We're outta here, we're done with Sin City. So in other words.....Hasta La Vista baby.

Pandora drops the microphone

Simone: Thats it? They're just leaving after all that they put the SCW through??


Adams: That’s Steve Ramone’s music!

“Live it Up” by Airborne begins to play as “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone rushes down to the ring on his own, The Saviors see him coming and Steve hesitates as they try to goad him into the ring.

Simone: Steve may be known as “The Fearless One” but even he can see how stupid it would be to go in their alone!

Adams: Especially with a wife and kid to feed!

Steve strokes his chin for a few moments before grinning and pointing to the entrance ramp. Seconds later “Walk with Me in Hell” by Lamb of God begins to play and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as Cyrus King runs down to the ring.

Simone: I’ve heard of some odd couples but this takes the cake!

Adams: They are united by one thing! The Saviors!

Cyrus reaches Steve, nods to him and the two men charge the ring without hesitation, Steve starts brawling with Jasper and Scott whilst the two big men go at it on the other side of the ring, the Guns for Hire have now recovered and realizing that they now have allies help Steve and Cyrus clear the ring! The Saviors leave via the audience whilst Steve, Cyrus and the Guns for Hire start taunting them from inside the ring.

Simone: 2014 is shaping up to be an interesting year already!

Adams: I can’t wait to see what happens next!

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see Steve Ramone and Cyrus King, fresh off of saving the Guns for Hire from a three on one beat down from The Saviors; Steve is pacing back and forth whilst Cyrus is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as Ms. Rocky Mountains approaches the two men.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Steve, Cyrus, we just saw the two of you save the Guns for Hire from a beating at the hands of The Saviors, what brought you two together to fight them?

Steve: Isn’t it obvious? My daughter wants to grow up to become a Bombshell and I want to make sure that there’s still an SCW around when she gets old enough and these bastards want to burn SCW to the ground? Nuh-uh, not happening! Truth is I’ve wanted a piece of them since the beatings started but I could never be sure who was who until last week!

Cyrus: My reason is similar, they took out my ally Max Burke after he lost the Roulette Title to Jeremiah Hardin and I want to take them out in retaliation for that! I and Steve may not see eye to eye on a lot of things but we agree on one thing, The Saviors need to be stopped!

Steve: Saviors, we don’t care who it is, we could face the Pandoras, Jasper and Katu, Scott and Katu or all three of you at the same time, we are challenging you to a match in the New Year!

Steve adds and Rocky nods before leaving.

The scene opens up backstage at the final Climax Control of 2013 where we see Jessie, Jake and Shane hanging out listening to “Let It Roar” by Battle Beast again through Jessie’s laptop, they are obviously in the Christmas spirit as they are wearing Santa hats and are pulling Christmas Crackers.

Simone: Last week the unthinkable happened and Jessie made amends with Misty despite their past history…..Jason?


Simone: My god, now they are turning you into a metalhead!

The song ends as Jessie and Shane pull a cracker, Jessie gets the longest end and she reaches into it.

Jessie: Okay, another party hat and a joke card.

Jake: As long as the joke isn’t as bad as the one I got I won’t complain!

Jake responds and Jessie nods before reading the joke.

Jessie: Okay, what mechanical device is a fan of Carcass?

Jake and Shane: I don’t know.

Jessie: A big metal fan!

The punch line causes Jessie’s male companions to groan and Jessie quickly tosses it in a nearby bin which is full of joke cards.

Jessie: I don’t know how but that one was even worse than yours Jake!

Shane: All the jokes on these things are bad!

Jake: Come to think of it, wasn’t that a bit specific for a Christmas cracker joke?

Jessie: I was wondering that as well, I mean I love Carcass and I will be in the pit for their set at Bloodstock but why would a cracker go with an unknown to the general public Death Metal band and not someone like Iron Maiden or Metallica?

Lizzie: I see you got my cracker!

Jessie: Should’ve known.

Jessie says as she shook her head and turned to Lizzie who is dressed to compete in her match tonight.

Lizzie: Don’t worry, Matthew’s off planning his New Year’s Speech.

Jake: Is he going to be doing these speeches weekly?

Lizzie: Unfortunately yes, anyway I wrote that joke and put it in the cracker for you.

Jessie: Err, thanks I guess, by the way, where’s Marty?

Jessie asks before a grunting noise is heard off screen presumably by Marty.

Lizzie: Oh he’s just jacking off to something.

Jessie: Oh, okay……wait, what?

Lizzie: Oh fuck! I meant to say setting up something! Let’s try to pretend that never happened!



Jake: So is this another present from you too us? Giving us a mental image so horrid that I have to watch the Forced Gender Reassignment music video to calm down?

Adams: What now?

Simone: Trust me Jason, you don’t want to know.

Lizzie: You actually watched that?

Jessie: We all did, unfortunately.

Marty: Okay Lizzie, I’m done!

Shane: What exactly where you doing anyway?

The camera pans over to Marty who is holding a ladder in one hand and hiding the other behind his back.

Marty: I’m just going to say this, Jessie, Lizzie, look up!

Jessie: You really think I’m that stupid?

Jake: Actually Jessie…..

Jake points above her head and she looks seeing a mistletoe above the two Bombshells’ heads, Shane grins broadly before running off and returning with pop-corn whilst Jake walks off.

Simone: Why am I not surprised?

Adams: I am in heaven right now!

Jessie: Did you know about this?

Lizzie: Jessie, if I wanted to kiss you I would’ve done it already, without the mistletoe!

Marty: You mean I set that up for nothing?!

Jessie: Honestly Marty, just stick to lesbian porn next time! Anyway, I think we should….

Jessie is cut off by a passionate kiss from Lizzie, she returns it and they got at it for a couple of minutes before breaking it up much to the annoyance of the fans, Shane and Marty.

Lizzie: Sorry, I would’ve continued that but you know I have a title shot to secure.

Jessie: Yeah well, if you win the Bombshell Roulette Title in the New Year I’m coming for it!

Lizzie: Bring it!

Lizzie says before walking off, Jessie shakes her head before turning to Marty.

Jessie: Aren’t you going to follow her?

Marty nods before quickly getting up and leaving, Shane quickly takes Lizzie’s place and Jessie grins before planting a kiss on his lips.

Jake: If I didn’t know better I’d say that you and Lizzie are fuck buddies.

Jessie: Well she can’t seem to get a permanent boyfriend anyway and besides that three-way was a one off!

Shane: Unfortunately.

Shane adds as the scene cuts to backstage.

In the backstage corridor of the Gold Coast Casino, right outside of the Grand ballroom where Climax Control was currently taking place, there is a rather unique and comical sight to be seen: a small booth has been set up, crafted out of a cardboard box and some wood for a sign, resembling the booth 'manned' by Lucy in the famous Peanuts comic strip.

Painted on the sign above the booth are the words "Charity Smooches $5" in crude, almost childlike lettering.

The explanation is simple enough when one sees that manning this booth is none other than Despayre, who is wearing a Daffy Duck Christian turtleneck sweater and an oversized Santa hat on his head. The hat is much too large for him as it keeps sliding down and almost covering Despayre's eyes, prompting him to constantly push it back up atop his scalp. Attached to the puffy white ball at the end of his hat is a sprig of mistletoe.

Of course, Despayre is not to be the 'smooch recipient'. That distinction is more for the familiar teddy bear that never leaves his side aka Angel. Angel is wearing a bite sized Santa outfit and perched on the shelf of the booth. With an empty fish bowl for the donations, and his 'big buddy', the aptly named Big B, standing watch at the side of the booth, the 'trio' appears open and ready for business.

HS: What's this?

SCW Co-Owner, Hot Stuff Mark Ward asks as he approaches the display with a quizzical eye and a smirk, knowing full well the entertaining antics Despayre almost always provides.

HS: Despy, what are you up to?

Despayre: Me? Nothing. This was Angel's idea.

Despayre looks up at Big B who nods and the hat slips down over Despayre's eyes and he huffs, pushing it back up.

HS: Alright. Then what's Angel up to?

Despayre: Well! Angel got this idea after the Toys For Tots drive last week! Maybe we could do a little something to raise even more money for the kiddies for Christmas.

Big B: I thought we were raising money for children?

Despayre: We are.

Big B: Then where do the cats fit in?

Despayre: What cats?

Big B: The kitties. You said kitties.

Despayre: Not kitties. Kiddies!

Big B: Oh.

Big B frowns, clearly not understanding. Mark shakes his head and turns back to Despayre.

HS: Okay. So you're selling kisses for charity.

Despayre: Angel is.

HS: Angel is. And do you think this will work?

Despayre: Sure! Just look at him!

Despayre holds the teddy bear up so Mark can get a better look, not that he needs or wants it.

Despayre: Can you resist giving him a smooch on his nose for charity?

HS: Yes.

Mark fishes around in his pocket and pulls out a twenty and drops it in the bowl.

HS: But I'll wish you luck anyway.

And at that, Mark leaves the area. Despayre and Big B both look into the fish bowl.

Big B: Wow. A twenty!

Despayre: We're off to a good start!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Fatal Fourway Santa's Little Helper match, and the winner will be declared the Number One Challenger to the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Introducing first! Accompanied by Katie Patterson, from Dallas, Texas, weighing 143 pounds ... Traci Patterson!

Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet. With that Traci and Katie walk out from behind the curtain, heralding many cheers as both women are clad in Mrs. Clause costumes. Traci then poses on the top of the stage with Katie points at Traci. The pair then walk down to the ring and slap fans hands as they do this. Katie then gets up on the apron and holds the ropes open for Traci. Traci then slips in and walks over to the corner. She then poses on the turnbuckles while Katie claps her. Traci then gets down and opens the ropes for Katie to leave before focusing on her opponents.

Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds…MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her as She too is clad in a sexy Mrs. Clause outfit. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, She flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As She goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, She climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where She relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponents to arrive.

"Above All" by Newsted begins to play and the crowd boos as "The Lord of SCW" and "Prime Time" Matthew Kennedy steps out with a microphone in his hand.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome "The Lord of SCW" Matthew Kennedy!

Matthew smirks as she puts the mic up to his lips.

MK: It is The Lord's pleasure to introduce a future Bombshell Champion, a woman of many talents, both in and out of the bedroom, and The Lord's protege please welcome, from Watford, England and being accompanied by myself and Marty McFarge, "The Prodigy" Lizzie Short!

The guitar intro to “Love Bites” by Halestorm begins to blare over the PA System and once the vocals hit Lizzie Short comes out in her own sexy holiday outfit with Marty McFarge and the Skar Bros. by her side, She joins Matthew on the stage and the two exchange a quick kiss before She marches down to the ring and enters it.

Justin: And finally! From Jersey Shore, New Jersey, weighing 135 pounds ... Joanne 'the Jersey Devil Diva' Canelli!

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

Adams: It won't get any better than this! Four sexy Mrs. Clauses fighting in the ring at once!

Simone: And for a reason. The chance to meet...

The opening lyrics of Scream by the Mistfits hits over the pa.

Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh

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

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

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

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

Amy then begins to head down the ramp, as She ignore the fans around her before rounding about the ring and heading right for the broadcaster booth.

Adams: It looks like we've got company.

Amy pulls up a chair beside Jason and grabs a pair of headphones and fits them on, her eyes glued to the four women inside of the ring, watching the champion closely.

Simone: Well this is unexpected! We are joined by the Bombshell Roulette Champion herself, Amy Marshall. To what do we owe the pleasure?

Amy: Are you kidding? This has everything to do with me, the champion. I want to be out here and see just which of these hootches is going to be next to step up to the plate.

Drew Patton calls the four women's attention back to the match and signals for the bell.


And the moment the opening bell sounds, 'the Prodigy' pounces, tackling Mercedes Vargas down to the mat and is on the attack!

Amy: Now see? That is smart! Get the jump on them before they can get the jump on you.

Simone: Lizzie Short definitely has caught Mercedes unaware. She wants to prove something by taking on the former Roulette Champion...

Amy: The woman that I beat for the title.

Lizzie Short is on top of the surprised Mercedes Vargas who is caught off guard and the smaller woman is pummeling away at her head when from behind Traci grabs her and drags her off of the former champion and throws her to the ground! But before Traci can attack either downed woman, Joanne Canelli, also a former champion, jumps into the act and spears Traci, slamming the larger, stronger woman right back against the turnbuckles!

Simone: This match is definitely going to prove that the female of the species is more deadly than the male.

Adams: What do you mean?

Amy: Do you seriously have to put up with this every week?

Adams: Put up with what?

Simone: I'm considering asking for a raise.

Joanne Canelli grabs Traci by the face and slams the back of her head against the bottom turnbuckle twice, then steps back and lands a solid kick right into her chest, but immediately afterwards Mercedes Vargas grabs her by the arm and swings her with an Irish whip into the ropes. Joanne rebounds off and Vargas catches her with a jumping clothesline that nearly takes the head right off of the Jersey Devil Diva.

Simone: I do not see any alliances forming in a match with four women battling for supremacy.

Amy: Psht! If I was in a match like this, I'll be damned if I'd bother teaming with anyone.

Mercedes darts towards the near corner and begins to climb up to the top turnbuckle. She perches herself high up and in a fluid and timely maneuver, she launches herself and lands atop Lizzie Short with a flying bodypress, just as Traci clubs Joanne in the back with a powerful double axhandle. Mercedes is atop Lizzie and hooks the leg.

Lizzie kicks out.

Adams: Yeah Lizzie Short might be the rookie in this match, but it's still not going to be easy to put her down.

Amy: She has Matthew Kennedy on the outside. That's got to count for something.

Simone: How much did he pay you to say that?

Mercedes stands up and goes to kick her downed opponent but Traci Patterson spins her around and hauls her effortlessly over her head with a gorilla press! Traci simply holds her there, displaying her raw power!

Adams: Good god that is one strong Bombshell!

Amy: Please! I could so take her.

Traci finally slams Mercedes down to the mat. She grabs Vargas by the long, dark locks and drags her back to her feet. Traci goes for an Irish whip but Mercedes reverses it. Mercedes swings for a clothesline but Traci ducks, the momentum spins Vargas around and Traci clotheslines her!

Amy: Ha ha! Did you see that?

Simone: See it? I think everyone here felt it.

Traci then pounces and pins her down onto her back and grabs hold of Mercedes with a handful of hair and starts pounding away with fist after fist right into the temple area of Mercedes's skull!

A mere few feet away, Lizzie Short gets to her feet and sees Joanne Canelli also returning to a vertical base and the rookie gets a running start and actually uses Traci's wide back as a launching pad to collide right into Joanne with a flying tackle!

Adams: Wow! I don't think I've ever seen someone use their opponent like that before.

The momentum sends both women rolling around on the mat until Joanne ends up on top and lays into Short! Joanne Canelli drags her up to her feet and buries a knee into her mid-section and then rakes her face with both hands.

Simone: Lizzie Short is pretty adept at breaking the rules, but so is Joanne Canelli!

Amy: You have to be in this business if you want to get anywhere.

Amy pats the gold belt on the table in front of her for evidence.

Joanne then takes a wild swing at her opponent but Lizzie Short quickly dodges the move and grabs the red velvet of her Mrs. Clause dress and rolls her up into a reverse cradle!

Joanne kicks out!

Across the ring, Traci picks Mercedes up and body slams her hard enough to shake the ring. Vargas arches her back in pain as Traci taunts the former champion. Traci then looks over and sees the battle occurring between Joanne and Lizzie and she opts to intervene on her own behalf. Traci marches across the six sided ring as Lizzie drags Mercedes up by the hair. Traci grabs both women suddenly by the hair and cracks their heads together. Traci grabs Vargas in a bear hug and brings her over with a belly to belly suplex. Patterson then stands back up and turns around -- and she gets a face full of Lizzie's boot via a superkick!

Simone: Future Shock!

Traci goes down and Lizzie covers her, hooking the near leg!


Adams: Traci is gone! She's outta there!

Justin: Traci Patterson has been eliminated!

Lizzie smiles proudly an holds her arms out in self presentation while the crowd boos. She then turns to watch as both Joanne Canelli and Mercedes Vargas use the ropes to pull themselves to their feet.

Simone: If Lizzie Short can keep this momentum, this match might very well be her's.

Amy: She's my pick.

Lizzie then grabs Joanne in a front facelock and she collapses her full bodyweight backward, driving her head into the mat with a DDT. Lizzie then covers her, hooking the leg.

3 - No! Joanne gets her shoulder up!

Amy: Oh come on! That was three!

Frustrated, Lizzie scales corner and ends up on the top turnbuckle, looking down at the still hurt Jersey Devil Diva. She watches as the groggy former champion rolls over onto her back and Lizzie leaps for an intended Phoenix splash but Canelli brings her knees up and Lizzie crashes right down on top of them!

Simone: Christ! That could have shattered Lizzie Short's ribs!

Adams: Can we please stop talking about Jesus? I mean, it is Christmas!

Amy: I think I'll petition the bosses myself for that raise.

Adams: Heyy! Thanks!

Amy: Not you... oh never mind!

Both Lizzie and Joanne are down on the mat, hurt, when Mercedes Vargas decides to make the most of this opportunity and she starts laying in the boots to not one, but both women at once! She grabs Canelli and sends her hard into the far corner and presses a boot up against her throat, choking her. Mercedes then takes two handfuls of her hair and snapmares her over, then leaps over the seated grapplerette and neck snaps her. Mercedes then goes over and grabs Joanne by the legs and catapults her throat first across the top rope.

Simone: Mercedes Vargas has definitely taken over this match.

Amy: It's not over yet.

Mercedes then dumps Joanne through the ropes and onto the apron before she turns back and gets nailed by a running dropkick from Lizzie. Lizzie quickly grabs her by the arm and goes to Irish whip her into the far corner but Mercedes reverses it. Lizzie runs up the corner and jumps back for a flying bodypress but Vargas moves and Lizzie crashes to the canvas.

Simone: More possible damage to those already hurt ribs!

Mercedes goes to follow up when Joanne Canelli runs up from behind and delivers a high knee into Vargas's back, knocking her through the ropes and to the outside of the ring! Joanne then grabs Lizzie and scoops her up on her shoulders and heaves her off and right into...

Adams: Bulls Eye!

Joanne covers Lizzie and hooks the leg!


Amy: Aw hell!

Justin: Lizzie Short has been eliminated!

Simone: Lizzie Short came oh so close but she is gone and we are down to two women remaining!

Mercedes is back in the ring and she spins Joanne roughly around but Joanne responds with a bitch slap right across the face! Mercedes holds her stinging cheek and responds in kind, slapping Canelli! Both women then start swinging fists, trading blow for blow right in the center of the ring!

Adams: See how bad these two Bombshells want to get in the ring with you?

Amy: I don't see why. I'm clearly going to annihilate either one.

Mercedes tries to kick her opponent but Joanne grabs her foot and spins her around, then punches her full on in the mouth and busts her bottom lip wide open! Mercedes staggers around and struggles to regain her footing but Joanne Canelli delivers a kidney shot right into her back which sends Vargas crumbling to her knees. Joanne grabs her and Irish whips her into the ropes and throws her up and over with a back body drop. Joanne does not ease up in the slightest as she drags her up again and this time Irish whips her into the ropes and catches her with a 360 spinning bulldog!

Amy: I really need to steal that move.

Adams: Why not? Joanne stole it from Despayre.

Amy: Borrowed.

Joanne covers her and hooks a leg!

2.....Mercedes gets a shoulder up!

Joanne then mounts the middle turnbuckle and as Mercedes gets up, Joanne jumps for a dropkick but Mercedes dodges it and the Jersey Devil Diva crashes hard on her tailbone! Mercedes quickly sets Joanne's head between her knees and lifts her for a powerbomb but sends her overhead with the Alleyoop toss! Mercedes covers her!

2.....Joanne kicks out!

Mercedes then sets her up for a powerbomb but Joanne turns it into a hurricanrana rollup!

2.....Mercedes kicks out!

Simone: Damn! Two near falls! These two women really want this title shot!

Amy: And they're going to regret getting it.

Joanne pulls Mercedes up into a rear waistlock but Vargas breaks free and ducks behind her in her own waistlock. Joanne breaks free and runs into the ropes, coming off and swings for a clothesline but Mercedes ducks and brings her over into a bridging German suplex!

3-NO! Joanne kicks free!

Mercedes kicks Joanne and starts to climb up to the top when Joanne gets to her feet and runs up, dropkicking Mercedes and sending her tumbling outside to the floor!

Amy: HOLY ...

Adams: Balls! Er, bells!

Simone: Oh nice save!

Joanne then gets a running start and as Mercedes gets to her feet, Joanne sails through the ropes, crashing into Mercedes with a suicide dive! Joanne, though stunned herself, pulls Mercedes to her feet and sends her hurdling into the steel steps!

Simone: This is getting out of hand.

Amy: Speak for yourself! I'm loving this!

Simone: Sure you are! If the winner ends up injured, you're going to have one sweet advantage going in to the title match!

Amy: Exactly!

Joanne rolls Mercedes back inside of the ring and follows her in. Joanne goes to Irish whip her into the far corner but somehow, Mercedes reverses it and sends Canelli in instead. Mercedes then charges in after her but Joanne brings a boot up, greeting her unceremoniously. Joanne drags her back by the hair and perches herself onto Vargas's shoulders, intending for a victory roll, when Mercedes topples her forward over the top rope and slingshots her back into the canvas!

Amy: WHOA!

Simone: Bad timing on Joanne Canelli's part! Mercedes used Canelli's positioning to her own advantage!

Mercedes grabs the stunned Joanne up onto her shoulders in an inverted Burning Hammer and drives her down into the mat!

Adams: Black Rose Overdrive!

Mercedes covers her and hooks the leg!


The bell sounds!


Justin: Here is your winner, and the Number One Challenger to the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship ... MERCEDES VARGAS!

Amy Marshall slowly stands up and removes her headset. She scoops of her title belt and slings it over her shoulder and approaches the ring and simply stands there. Mercedes pulls her arm away from Drew and goes over to the ropes and runs her hands over her waistline, smiling out at the champion who applauds her with much sarcasm.

Backstage at Despayre's Angel's kissing booth, a small line has formed with some fans and female SCW staff and personnel. Roving reporter, Pussy Willow, approaches next with a smile.

PW: Hello Despy.

Despayre: Hi! Here for a smooch? That'll be five dollars!

Pussy Willow removes a five from her ample cleavage and drops it into the fish bowl. Despayre makes room for Angel to receive his kiss, but instead, Pussy Willow leans in and gives Despayre a peck on the cheek. Despayre blinks back his surprise as she leaves and he calls out...

Despayre: Not me! Angel gets the smooches!

Justin: ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to the stage ... Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd applauds as Amanda returns to the stage. The music for "Let It Snow"plays and the performance begins.

Amanda: Oh, the level of whining's frightful
And the wife is feeling spiteful
Time to call in a pro
Get a ho! Get a ho! Get a ho!

It doesn't take too much shopping
To get those pants a-dropping
As long as you got the dough
Get a ho! Get a ho! Get a ho!

When I finally stain your blouse
How I'll hate going back to just porn
But if you ever tell my spouse
I will regret I was born

Cause it probably would annoy her
And she knows a damn good lawyer
And I would end up too po
To get a ho! Get a ho! Get a ho!

The crowd cheers as Amanda bows and winks toward the fans and then steps back behind the curtains.

Justin: The following contest is a six woman match and is a Santa's bag match. Introducing first...

FoShan Theme Song Starts to play we see song and Orchid walking down the ramp.

Justin: From FoShan, China, weighing in at two hundred and sixty pounds, they are Song And Orchid, The FoShan Bombshells

They get half way down and pause. They both bow and then proceed to walk to ringside. They both jump get land on the apron. they both put there hands on the ropes and flip over to get inside the ring. The fans cheer and we see song and Orchid bowing to the fans.

Justin: And their partner....

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

Justin: From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at one hundred and twenty eight pounds, she is Vixen!

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

Justin: and their opponents, introducing first...

"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.

Justin: From San Diego, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty two pounds, she is J.D Phoenix!

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. 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 partners.

Justin: And her partners...

The lights go out, and a bass line starts to thump over the PA and we hear the opening guitar riffs of Dethklok's 'Black Fire Upon Us. On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues. The strains of the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the three flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen. They strike the same spot with a bright flash and three shadowy figures step out of the brightness.

Tonight We Ride On Clouds Of Fire
We're Damned By Gods Our DETHS Conspired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul

Fly With Us Tonight
Fly With Us Tonight

Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Darknyss, From Detriot, Michigan, weighing in at a combined weight of three hundred and ten pounds, they are Diamond, and current SCW Bombshell champion, Gothika, I give you The Fallen!

The lights start to strobe to the beat of the music and we see the angels of The Fallen standing on stage looking confident. Gothika, Darknyss and Diamond stand on stage and raise their fists in the air looking around confidently before the lights come up completely. They go from one side of the stage to the other, talking junk to the crowd and throwing their fists in the air.

The Sky
Will Break
Black Fire
Will Wake

Fly On Through The Night
We Built An Allience
Our Numbers Are Strong

We Gather
But We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunitics
They Must Think Of Us

Gothika, Diamond and Darknyss come back to the center of the stage and pose once more before they start to walk down the ramp to the ring.

But Now We Must Fly
Beasts In The Night
Tragic In The Sky
Battlefield In Sight

Storm Gathers Strong
Cold Blackend Flame
Tell Us Our Future
Stories Of The Slain

Darknyss stops at the center of the ramp as Diamond and Gothika each walk around opposite sides of the ring. Gothika slides under the bottom rope as Darknyss climbs up onto the edge of the apron and steps through the second rope and Diamond climbs the far stairs and grabs the top rope and flips over the rope.

Dangerous Creatures
Those That Oppose Us
Raped All Their Power
Bartered With Warlocks
Cheated The Demons
For Ancient Spells
The Blackened Fire
Waits To Consume Us

Diamond and Gothika each climb a corner throwing their fists in the air and pumping them to the beat of the music as Darknyss stands in the center of the ring, pointing at them and talking junk to the crowd, nodding. Diamond and Gothika jump down and switch corners, trying to hype up the crowd before they jump down and stand beside Darknyss, waiting for the match to begin.

Adams: Rules are so simple, even I can understand them. Which ever team member climbs the Christmas tree, any one of those ones outside, and grabs Santa's sack, will win it for their team.

Simone: If they can lift thoses trees, heavy bases so they are hard to topple.

Adams: One of these lucky ladies will be grabbing Santa's sack.

Simone: You're gonna make a lot of joke like that in this match, yes?

Adams: Of course.

Simone: Let's get this one going.


The six bombshells pair up, Vixen and J.D making a beeline for each other. Vixen sweeps J.D off her feet and slams her down with a fireman's carry slam. Vixen moves down and starts to nail J.D in the head. Vixen picks J.D up and backs her in to the corner, slamming shots at J.D's head. Vixen pulls her arm back and slams a chop across J.D's chest. J.D stumbles out of the corner and Vixen runs, grabbing J.D's head and slamming it down with a bulldog. J.D rolls towards the ropes but Vixen grabs her by the leg, pulling her back and lifting her leg, kicking J.D in the back of the knee. Vixen lifts J.D's leg and flips over, stretching J.D's hamstring. J.D rolls over, but Vixen moves back towards J.D, continuing to pick her apart. Vixen pulls J.D to her feet and back her up against the ropes, pulling her arm back again and slams a knife edge chop across J.D's chest. Vixen tosses J.D in to the ropes and waits for her to return. As J.D returns, Vixen drops her head and lifts J.D over her shoulders with a back body drop!

Simone: Vixen is really taking this match to the Bombshell champion.

Vixen turns to J.D and pulls her up to her feet and swings a fist, but J.D moves her head out of the way. J.D takes Vixen's arm and spins behind Vixen and hooks her in a reverse DDT position before dropping Vixen down with a backbreaker, driving her knee in to Vixen's spine. J.D rolls Vixen off from her and walks towards her corner, but Amy turns around, and away from J.D. J.D shrugs her shoulders and turns back to Vixen, pulling her to her feet. J.D holds Vixen under the chin and drills her in the face.

Adams: What a shot of J.D.... I mean from J.D.

On the other side of the ring, Gothika and Song are trading shots. Gothika grabs Song and hooks her in a half nelson before dropping th FoShon Bombshell with a half nelson face buster. The Bombshell champion stalks over Song and picks her up to her feet, hitting her with a sharp shot to the face. Song falls backwards against the ropes, and Gothika takes her by the wrist, whipping Song towards the ropes, but Song slides under the bottom rope. Gothika charges towards her but Song gets to her feet, jumping over the top rope and catching Gothika with a sunset flip. Gothika rolls through and stands up, kicking Song in the chest. Song rolls away and Gothika stalks her. Gothika pulls her up by the hair and attempts a standing roundhouse kick, but Song ducks and swings a roundhouse of her own, knocking Gothika across the ring.

Simone: What a kick!

Song moves over to Gothika and pulls her to her feet, throwing lightning fast shots towards Gothika, catching her in the head and chest, before sweeping round and catching her with a sweep kick, knocking Gothika off her feet. Song stands up and puts her hands down. Song does a handstand, and crashes a legdrop down across Gothika's chest.

Adams: Handstand legdrops are awesome.

Song gets to her feet and charges against the ropes, she returns to Gothika and nails her with a rolling thunder. Song gets up but Diamond charges her and takes her off her feet with a clothesline. Diamond turns around but Orchid jumps on Diamond's back with a sleeper hold. Diamond throws Orchid over her shoulder, but Orchid lands on her feet in front of Diamond, and swings a kick backwards and catches Diamond in the gut, Diamond doubles over and Orchid jumps backwards, catching Diamond in the face.

Simone: Great move from Orchid.

Adams: These FoShon bombshells are flexable ladies.

Orchid pulls Diamond back to her feet and throws her in to the turnbuckle and unloads three huge punches on to the face of Diamond, but Diamond flips her around and chops Orchid across the chest. Orchid stumbles out of the corner and Diamond jumps on her shoulders, dropping backwards and flipping her in a reverse hurricanruna. Diamond jumps up and pulls Orchid to her feet and bounces off the ropes and springs back to Orchid, but Orchid lifts her in the air and drops her across the top rope. Diamond stumbles back but Orchid locks her head up and drops her with a flashback. Orchid grabs Diamond by the hair and lifts her up backwards to her feet and wraps and arm around her neck from behind. Orchid moves around Diamond, holding her in a headlock and runs at the ropes, jumping up on the second rop and spinning around, dropping Diamond down in springboard bulldog. Orchid drags Diamond to her feet and tosses her in to the ropes. As Diamond returns, Orchid lifts her over her head and drops her hard with a huge back body drop. Diamond rolls over hold her back in pain. Orchid continues the attack by kicking Diamond in the small of the back. Orchid pulls Diamond back up, but Diamond reaches down and sweeps the legs away, sending Orchid crashing down, flat on her back.

Adams: These bombshells are putting on a show tonight.

Outside the ring, J.D forces the Christmas tree towards the ring, grabbing the base and pushing the tree under the ropes. J.D slides in the ring, and with the help of Gothika, pulls the tree to the middle of the ring, and stand it up under the hanging bag.

Adams: He he, he wrote hanging bag.

Before either can climb, Song jumps on J.D and Vixen dives towards Gothika. Vixen backs Gothika to the ropes and nails her with shots to the head. J.D shakes Song off and grabs her by the head, nailing her with a DDT. As Song rolls on to her back, J.D jumps up with a standing moonsault.

Simone: Great agility from J.D.

Vixen throws Gothika to the corner, charging in with a clothesline. As Gothika stumbles out, Vixen grabs her by the head and charges out and drops her with a bulldog. Vixen looks at the tree and starts to move towards it, climbing through the branches, but Diamond moves towards Vixen, grabbing her leg. Vixen kicks her off. Vixen reaches up, grabbing the sack.

Adams: Vixen tickling Santa's sack!

Diamond grabs Vixen again and pulls her down, but Vixen lands on Diamond's shoulders. Vixen shifts her weight and moves Diamond to the ropes, pulling her towards the top rope and hurricanrunaing her over the top rope, both women crashing to the floor.

Simone: Both Vixen and Diamond crashing to the floor.

J.D climbs the other side of the tree, reaching out for the sack, but Song climbs the otherside. J.D sees her and kicks round the tree. J.D grabs hold of Song's head and flips over, taking her off the tree with a flipping neckbreaker.

Adams: Wow!

As J.D returns to her feet, Orchid nails her with a dropkick, sending J.D through the ropes, but Gothika is on her feet and near the top of the tree. Orchid moves towards Gothika, quickly scrambling up the tree and wrapping her arms around Gothika's waist. Orchid falls backwards with a spider suplex and pulls herself back on to the tree.

Simone: Orchid is the last bombshell standing!

Orchid climbs up, lifting both arms up and pulls down the bag. The referee calls for the bell!


Justin: The winners of the match, Vixen and The FoShon bombshells!

Simone: What a great match!

Adams: I love all bombshell affairs and this one lived up to expectations.

Spike Staggs stands backstage, next to Giani Di Luca. Spikes eyes watching as various staff members rush around. Giani and Spike small talk, but Ben Jordan approaches, stopping both men in their verbal tracks. Ben looks at Spike.

Ben: Hi, you don't remember me, but I'm Ben Jordan, I used to hang out in the NXT locker room from time to time, I just wondered if I could have your autograph?

Giani looks at Ben and back to Spike, clealy unimpressed by Ben's attempt at humor.

Giani: I should get going dawg.

Ben: Before you toddle off champ, a couple of things. First of, congrats on holding that shiny gold, secondly, thanks for standing up for me on Twitter when it comes to my former best friend.

Giani just nods.

Giani: No problem, bro. That was some seriously screwed up shit. Gotta respect the brotherhood of NXT.

Giani reaches his fist out as Ben reluctantly bumps it. Giani walks away and Spike looks at Ben.

Spike: Ben...

Ben puts his hand up.

Ben: Before you go on Spike, I think I had way too many harsh words, but I was seriously pissed, and not in the drunk and stripping down to me boxers way, but I haven't felt part of the group in a while, and you bringing back past members, made it look like you had no faith in the people still kicking around.

Spike attempts to talk, but Ben continues to talk.

Ben: I had all the potential in the world, still do, but you brought back people who let the group down before, just return, so I had the right to be pissed, but that was no reason to poison Mickey against me.

Spike looks insulted as he stares at Ben.

Spike: You think I had something to do with last week?

Ben: Well I got pissed off, I was vicious, I pissed all over NXT, the following week, I get my arse kicked by a so called mate, who seemed to be well and truly on the Spike Staggs train, so I want you to have some bollocks with me and be honest with me, did you put Mickey up to kicking my arse last week as some kind of punishment?

Spike rubs his chin

Spike: Are you done now?

Ben: Well I can go on forever, but I gotta be in the ring soon to talk about that ginger tosser.

Spike: Hear me out, Ben. I don’t force people to be a part of the group. You got other things going on, we’ll be there to support you, but if you don’t want us there, we won’t be. I would prefer the first option, honestly, but the choice is yours.

Ben starts to speak, but this time, it is Spike who holds his hand up.

Spike: I’m sure it looks sketchy, but you’ve got to believe that I am at least a little bit more honorable than to pull that kind of shit. I have the same agreement with anyone in the New X-Tremes, that you will be a part of the group, and I will be your mentor, training and such, if it is desired. Mickey decided to shit all over that, and he refused to explain himself to me. He’s dead to me as far as I’m concerned. But your place in NXT? It’s still there if you should ever want it in the future. Just don’t think that I would stoop so low as to put a hit out on you. If I wanted your ass beat, I would come after you myself. That’s not the case though. You’ve got to believe me, brother.

Ben turns his head slightly, before looking Spike in the eyes.

Ben: Ok, I believe you, but I gotta go. Keep your eye on the monitor, you're not gonna wanna miss that.

Ben puts a hand out to Spike, offering to shake it. Spike looks at the gesture with a toothy grin and takes Ben’s hand, shaking it happily. He gives Ben a pat on the back as Jordan Williams comes up to Ben, muttering “Are you ready?” Ben pats the back of Spike’s hand as he joins Jordan, walking toward the curtains.

The camera cuts to Drake Green talking with JJ Dixon.

Crowd: POP!

Drake is in his wrestling gear with his ACW World title slung over his shoulder. JJ is standing in a bright blue pinstripe suit. The two are talking as SCW Co-Owner “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward interrupts them.

HS: Gentlemen…

JJ: Mark…

Drake: Douchebag…

Hot Stuff snickers at Drake’s remark.

HS: I just wanted to make sure you’re ready for this.

Drake: I think I can handle a little competition. Who ever you throw my way. As long the ACW World Championship is on television, that’s all I care about. Right, JJ?

JJ: Right, Drake.

HS: You wankers are getting kinda sweet on each other. Kinda breaks me heart that I gotta do this to ya.

Drake: What’s that?

HS: Tonight’s match up for that little tin can of a title will be a no disqualification match.

Drake lets out a small laugh.

Drake: Really? I’m supposed to be worried about a couple steel chairs? Mark, you’re losing your touch.

HS: Oh no, Showsucker. It ain’t the rules you should be worried about. It’s the bloke ya gotta fight them with that you should be worried about. See you out there…

Hot Stuff walks away as Drake and JJ look at each other, wondering what Mark just meant.

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. Just seconds later, Jordan Williams and Ben Jordan walk out from entrance. Jordan points his fingers to the crowd in the gun pose, before the duo start to walk towards the ring. The two get to the ring and Ben climbs the steps, quickly followed by Jordan. Ben and Jordan go to the turnbuckles and climb the outside, posing for the fans before jumping over the top rope. Justin hands Jordan the microphone after the music fades.

Jordan: Last week Ben and I made our returns to the ring after a long hiatus by defeating the Surf Boys. It was a great moment, but then it was ruined by two people I had no beef with. Hell I used to praise Mickey for being one of the future stars in this business and a guy by the name of…Jimmy Ringo.

Jordan gets a complexed look on his face as he scratches his head with the fans booing loudly at the sound of Ringo’s name.

Jordan: I…uh…you fans are going to have to help me, because I don’t know who this Jimmy Ringo character.

Jordan says as he shrugs his shoulders with the fans cheering.

Jordan: Non-the-less. These asshats, for reasons known only to them, jump Ben and myself and left us laying.

Jordan pauses as the fans fill the arena with boos.

Jordan: In the business we call what you two idiots did: glomming off of our heat. You see, you knew that with Ben and I returning to the ring, it was your opportunity to make a statement and put yourselves over at our expense. Well, let me tell you two something: you pissed us off. Whatever your reasons for jumping us had better be a good one, because you two wrote a check that your asses can’t cash. You better believe that Ben and I will be on the look out for ya’ll and when we find you…

Jordan gets up close to the camera.

Jordan: We’re going to kick the ever-loving shit outta ya!

The fans erupt in the cheers as Jordan stares into the camera before handing the mic to Ben.

Ben: It's be no coinsidence that I have been more than a bit quiet on Twitter the last week, everyone knows that I'm the bloke to follow on there, always entertaining, but last Sunday, something happened, something that I never thought would happen. Mickey Carroll took it upon himself to take the biggest, dirtiest blade he had and ram it through my shoulder blades, then act like a complete and utter tosser about in the world of social media.

Ben takes a deep breath

Ben: Mickey took it upon himself, well, maybe with the help of the pepperoni pi

a that is Jimmy Ringo, but Mickey had the final say to attack me. Well listen up you ungratful bastard. Without me, Mickey, you'd be nothing at all. When you was shitting in a bucket in Brixton nick, who was there for you? Me Mickey. When you was piss poor and I came in to money, who put the best people on trying to keep your pale arse out the nick? Me Mickey, I did that for you, and if it wsn't for me son, you'd sitting be sitting you 'aris, in one of her majesties finest hotels, but I did all I can for you and you wanna do this to me? Mistake son, big mistake, because that smack you gave me, opened up my eyes, and next chance I get me ol' paddy mucker, things are not gonna be pretty, cause I swear to God, I am gonna smack the freckles off your face and the ginger out of your hair.

The crowd cheer at Ben's joke but Ben's face stays serious.

Ben: I will...

Cutting Ben off, a loud clapping is heard. Without any music, Jimmy “Real Money” Ringo and Mickey Carroll come through the curtains to a chorus of boos. Jimmy is clapping his hands at Ben and Mickey grins as he waves them all in before flipping the bird to the audience. Ringo holds his hand up to stop Ben from speaking.

Crowd: BOO!

Ringo: Bravo, Ben. Bravo. I was just sitting backstage with my red-haired friend when I started to hear this incredibly annoying voice on the TV back there. This over-done, over-annunciated, ridiculous accent. I thought to myself, my favorite King of Cock is back in town. I know this must hurt ya feelings kid. How ya best bud finally realized how much of a trash bad you really are. So much of a trash bag, ya had to try and recycle old goods to get back on TV.

Ringo points to Williams and laughs.

Adams: I still don't get it. How did he get Mickey to turn on Ben?

Simone: Let's take a look back at what our cameras picked up backstage at the Boys and Girls club during last week's Climax Control.

The scene cuts to Jimmy “Real Money” Ringo walking through the halls of the Boys and Girls Club. He still seems refreshed, even though he just had a match, as he struts around holding a towel around his neck. He walks passed none other than Mickey Carroll, who is seen sitting on a bench lacing up his boots and drinking a tall can of Guinness.

Ringo: Hey…Irishman.

Mickey: Name’s Mickey ye bloody wanker.

Ringo: Yeah…right. Listen, umm Mick. I know you’re friend with that Union Jack waving limey piece of trash, right?

Mickey stands up. His face is filled with anger as he crushes the can against the nearby wall, walking up to Ringo with the worst intentions in mind.

Mickey: Watch yer words, yank. The last tosser that called me “Mick” wound up with their arse beat to a bloody pulp.

Ringo chuckles in what is supposed to be taken as a nervous laugh, but has a sarcastic tone that overshadows this.

Ringo: Whoa! Bro? Bro… Look, all I’m saying is, you should watch your boy. Things he says about ya…you just don’t say things like that about friends.

Mickey: Ye-

Ringo cuts him off by putting his hand on his shoulder.

Ringo: The man walks around on his high horse, pretty lady on his arm. Shit…the guy who claims he is your best friend…he doesn’t even stand by your side with NXT. He leaves ya hanging like that.

Mickey: Ben and me’s business is Ben and me’s business.

Ringo throws his arms up in the air.

Ringo: Couldn’t agree more pal. I just see what he’s doing to ya and it just hurts my heart. I had a friend like that once too. He was like my brother. Then he gets a nice little girlfriend, he stops returning my calls and then all of a sudden he’s walking around telling everyone that’ll listen that he’s better than me. That he’s moved on and doesn’t need me anymore. That I was bringin’ him down-

Mickey cuts him off.

Mickey: Oi! Ye don’t know the last thing about me and me mates, yank. Ben would never say that-

Ringo puts his hand on Mickey’s shoulder again.

Ringo: I’m just telling ya ‘cause I care Bro Namath. Jimmy cares. Think about it.

Ringo turns around and walks away. He smiles toward the camera as Mickey looks noticeably annoyed. Mickey punches the wall twice, anger spewing from his mouth in the form of spit. He storms off in the opposite direction.

Adams: He ninjaed his brain!

Back at the stage Mickey flashes a sadistic smile toward the ring as he and Ringo start their way down to the ring. Mickey accepts the microphone from Ringo.

Mickey: Oi, mate… Ye gonna take the piss all over me name like that, and not even give me the goddamn courtesy to do it to me face? What a plonker.

The crowd boos Mickey, causing him to stop at the head of the ring. He looks around at them and waves them off.

Mickey: Awww, fuck off with the lot of ye! And Benny boy… go ahead and follow them. Go ahead and join them, back to yer bird in the back, making kissy faces and puckering up to her arse.

Ben: This is about Emma? Ohhh, this takes the piss. Do you know how many times I dealt with you and Tess’s bullshit?

Mickey: No! NO! This isn’t about Emma, Ben. This isn’t about any bird. It’s actually about yer favorite topic, me old boy… BEN JORDAN! BEN made the choice to blow off everything for some girl! BEN is the one who decided to toss me aside like a piece of rubbish! BEN is the one who left me hanging to come back with some worn out, past his prime, piece of shite like that!

Mickey points over to Jordan who leans over the ropes, motioning for Mickey to come in the ring and say it to his face. Mickey just laughs it off before snorting and spitting in Jordan’s general direction.

Mickey: Trust me, that’s the last threat ya wanna be makin’ baldy… Now, Ben? I think that ye owe me an apology. It’s alright, I’m listening.

Ben looks as if Mickey asked him to do the most ridiculous task possible. Mickey folds his arms over his chest, tapping his foot impatiently.

Mickey: C’mon ye bloody tosser, I haven’t got all day!

Mickey is done waiting, and he gives Ringo a look. He darts forward, sliding into the ring. As Mickey slides in the ring, Ben instantly charges and kicks him in the face, the impact echoes around the arena.

Simone: Wow!

Ben: Get up you prick!

Mickey gets to his knees, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Adams: Is that a tooth?

A white speck sits in the blood as Mickey gets to his feet, but Mickey quickly moves to Ben, headbutting him on the nose, causing blood to roll down his nose.

Simone: This isn't right.

Ben stumbles back and Mickey moves in, drilling him with shot after shot. Ben fires shots back, as Jordan and Jimmy look on in surprise.

Adams: I think this is going off scr...

Simone: We might need security here.

Jimmy and Jordan intervene, breaking up the warring duo, but Jimmy spins around a cold cocks Jordan on the nose with a stiff right hand to the lip, rocking Jordan back. Jordan's eyes widen as he dives at Jimmy, lifting him off his feet and nailing him with elbows to the top of the head. Jordan puts his arm across Jimmy's throat, choking him. Ben moves towards Mickey, grabbing his head and pulling it down to his knee, kneeing Mickey in the head.

Adams: This isn't meant to be happening, someone get out here now!

Hot Stuff Mark Ward, Christian Underwood, and Erik Staggs charge out, followed by Emma Rose and the members of NXT!

Simone: Thank God! They were gonna kill each other!

Hot Stuff makes a dive for Jordan, pulling him off of Jimmy and pushing him back to the corner, while Erik pulls Jimmy Ringo away. Spike and Giani pull apart Ben and Mickey, Spike backing Ben towards Jordan, and Giani violently shoving Mickey back towards Jimmy. Emma and Vixen stand in front of Ben and Jordan, Misty and Jessie in front of Jimmy and Mickey, each trying to calm things down. Christian stands in between them, in the middle of the ring, shaking his head. Christian calls Justin Decent, asking for a microphone. Justin leans on the ring and hands the mic to Christian.

Christian: Just STOP!

The ring look at Christian, standing in between the groups of people.

Christian: If you guys want to beat on each other so bad, I will give you the chance to but not right now, not in the mindset you are all in. At the beginning of February, SCW will hold a supercard, and at that Supercard, on one side of the ring, you'll have Mickey Carroll and Jimmy Ringo, on the other side, you'll have Ben Jordan and Jordan Williams.

The fans burst in to cheers!

Simone: Our first supercard match of 2014 has been announced!

Christian: Now you lot need to get out of here and sort your damn heads out before we start handing out bigger punishment for your little shoot there.

Adams: Christian is in control of this one, and we have a supercard match announcement!

Justin Decent: The following contest has been determined to be a Stocking Cap Match, where the opponent’s eyes will be covered with stocking caps and tied. Introducing first, from Birmingham, England… standing at 5 feet 11 inches, and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is… SIIIIIMONNNN JOOOOOONESSSS!!!

The intro of “Simon Says” By Drain STH plays over the arena’s PA system, prompting Simon Jones to step through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans. As he makes his way towards the ring, unusually for Simon, he ignores the hands of the fans that reach out to him. After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, and then steps through the ropes, into the ring. Continuing to ignore the cheers of the fans, Simon turns and looks up the aisle, to the stage, and awaits the arrival of his opponent.

Justin Decent: And his opponent from Detroit, Illinois… standing at 6 feet 6 inches, and weighing in at 240 pounds, he is… KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!

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


As Kain’s stocking cap is tied around his eyes, Simon snaps and charges at Kain, knocking him into the ropes. He drives a knee into Kain’s abdomen, turning him around to choke him with the ropes. Kain shakes Simon off, sliding under his arms, coming around with a waist lock, turning it over into a German Suplex. Kain hooks Simon’s legs, catching him by surprise. Jasmine drops down for the count, but Simon kicks out with force before she can even get to one. Kain stumbles to his feet, still getting used to being blindfolded. Simon reaches around for the ropes, pulling himself up slowly. Kain feels around for Simon, but has no luck in finding him.

Adams: This match started off with a bang, but it looks like we are slowing down a bit.

Simone: Simon has got some pent up rage that he needs to let go of after Casey Williams burned down his family home in England. Maybe that proverbial fire inside will lead him to a victory here tonight?

Kain listens out as the fans rise in anticipation. Kain grabs out, but instead ties up with Jasmine St. John! He starts to struggle with her until she informs him that it is her. He backs off a bit, holding his hands up in surrender. Just then, Simon comes out of nowhere, rushing into both Jasmine and Kain, knocking them both to the ground. Simon comes down with a hard elbow to Kain’s sternum. He mounts Kain, going for several punches, but Kain catches each one as if he could see them. He flips Simon off of him, rolling over on top of him with his knees pinning Simon’s arms down to the mat. He begins punching at Simon’s face, rapid shot after shot. As he stops, Jasmine crawls over to see the pin.




Simone: Simon might have gone off the deep end here tonight, but Kain is just as relentless in this battle.

Adams: I hear that there are big plans in store for the winner of this match. Both men are top notch talent, so it shouldn’t be much of a surprise to see them taking on Giani Di Luca or Damien Kingston in 2014!

Simon gets a shoulder up, which only causes Simon to get in another heavy set of punches. Blood is seen trickling out from Simon’s nose as he flips the larger Kain back over, rolling on top to return the favor. He fires away shot after shot on Kain, busting open his lip in no time. Kain manages to grab onto Simon’s face, digging away at his eye through the stocking cap until Simon lets up. Kain hits a fist to Simon’s face, knocking him off of him. Kain fights to his feet, stumbling into Jasmine, startling him a bit. However, he hones in and takes a wild shot at a rising Simon, going right over his head with a wild Haymaker. As he turns around, Simon gets back on guard, going for an Enziguiri on Kain, only to fall just inches short of his goal.

Adams: Ohhh! Two misses in a row!

Simone: That’s the tough part about two men who rely on precise calculation in their matches. Take away their line of sight, and it has devastating affects on their abilities.

Simon holds onto his back as Kain hits a sloppy but effective Rolling Thunder on to Simon. Kain spits a bit of blood from his mouth as he rolls over on top of Simon, hooking the leg. Jasmine quickly drops down for the count.



2 ½!


Simon gets a shoulder up just in time. Kain throws him back down flat once more and rolls back, applying more pressure as Jasmine goes for another count.




Adams: It looked like Kain almost had it there the first time, but you can’t keep a pissed off Simon down, I suppose!

Simone: It is only giving Simon more time to rest up and come back at him with something far worse.

Kain pounds at the mat in a sign of frustration. He gets back up, getting used to fighting while being blinded. He patiently waits as Simon crawls forward. Kain looks around, gaining the approval from the fans before dashing forward, punting Simon’s head practically off. Kain shakes his leg as he roars out to the audience. Simon holds onto his jaw as he kicks around in pain on the ground. Kain sizes Simon up as he tries to rise up to his feet. Kain charges at Simon who seems out of it. He drops down low, hitting a shoulder block to Kain’s shin, taking him off of his feet. Simon comes back with a Corkscrew Flip that connects almost too perfectly. The crowd roars at the display as Simon hooks the leg, rolling backward to secure the pin.




Simone: Ohhh, a little too close for comfort there.

Adams: That’s what she said!

Simone: Did you really just say that?

Adams: Yep. I’m kinda worried though, Simon and Kain have lost their sight, and you’re losing your hearing…

A loud slap is heard as Belinda does a face palm. Back in the ring, Simon pounds the mat angrily and repeatedly. He gets up to his feet, but it allows Kain the opportunity to recover with a brutal arm drag, locking onto it with a hard Wrist Lock. Simon fights to get out of it, but Kain uses this to his advantage, crawling over Simon to lock on a Crossface hold. Simon shouts out in agony as his blood drips down Kain’s knuckles. The fans are on the edge of their seats, taking sides as they cheer both men on collectively.

Simone: Simon Jones is in a bad spot here, and there is a lot riding on this match.

Adams: Kain is counting on it. A win over a former Heavyweight Champion might thrust him right to the top.

Simon tries his best to feel out his ring position, grabbing around in his short range of motion for the ropes. Unfortunately, he didn’t realize that his feet are closer to the ropes. Some of Simon’s fans shout out for him as he tries his best to break free, and he flings one of his feet up on the bottom rope, causing Jasmine to call for a break. Kain holds it on just a little longer, causing Jasmine to shout out a count. 1! 2! 3! 4! Kain let’s go of the hold, raising his arms in surrender. He goes to lock it on Simon once more, pulling him as far away from the ropes as he can… all he way to another set of ropes on the six sided ring. He locks the hold on tightly as Simon shouts out in agony. He kicks his feet around, finding the ropes on his own this time, and Jasmine calls for the break. Kain lets it linger for another count of four before releasing it. He stands up over Simon, holding his arms up as Simon’s fans boo him and his own cheer him on. Kain lays in a couple of boots to Simon as he celebrates Simon’s misery.

Adams: I think Kain is a talented performer, but that right there is a true tosser move…

Simone: Rest assured that while Kain is over their showboating, Simon is getting that much more time to recover. See, he’s already almost up to his feet and… uh oh…

Simon gets up to his feet, colliding with Kain with all of his might, knocking Kain back into the corner. Simon climbs the turnbuckle, punching Kain as hard as he can in the face while shouting at him. Kain punches back, tossing Simon over his shoulder. However, Simon lands on the turnbuckle and then he clings onto Kain’s back. Simon thrusts punch after punch to the back of Kain’s head, even going as far as to choke Kain. He wrenches Kain’s throat as hard as he can. Kain charges back into the corner, but Simon refuses to let go, bringing him down to his knees. He clings on as Jasmine inspects the hold. She gives Simon a warning for the illegal hold before initiating a count. 1! 2! 3! 4! BREAK IT UP! Simon obediently releases the choke, only to kick Kain in the stomach, clubbing his back repeatedly. He drags the larger Kain over to the ropes, draping his throat over the middle rope. He leaps over the top rope and comes down with a Guillotine Leg Drop. He continues to grind his leg over the back of Kain’s neck, and Jasmine gives him another warning. Simon let’s go and drops down, holding onto Kain’s head, getting another hold. Simon rips the stocking cap from around his head, throwing it on the apron. Jasmine warns him to put it back on, but he refuses. Kain feels around for the cap as Simon digs under he ring.

Simone: Ummm… what does Simon think he’s doing?

Adams: I think he’s looking for a foreign object, Belinda… *whispers into mic* And they call me the dumb one?

Kain interrupts Simon’s search by dragging the cap back over Simon’s head, locking on a choke from between the bottom and middle ropes. He lifts Simon up a bit, lacing his arm over the middle rope, dragging Simon up with him, only to receive a steel chair to the face! Jasmine shakes her head as she calls for the bell.

Justin Decent: Your winner via disqualification… KAAAAAAAIN!!!

Simone: I don’t believe what we just saw there, Jason. I honestly didn’t think the mild mannered Simon would ever be capable of complete and utter disregard like that.

Adams: Well, you’re in luck then, Belinda. Looks like Simon is headed inside of the ring to give a repeat performance.

Simon slides into the ring, ripping the stocking cap off. His face is filled with anger as he crashes the chair down across the back of Kain’s head again. He raises the chair up in the air as the fans watch on, horrified. He brings the chair down across Kain’s back as the bell continues to ring. Simon roars out in anger as he wraps the chair around Kain’s head. He raises his foot to stomp down when security floods the ring, dragging him away from Kain. Medical checks on Kain who barely moves.

Adams: Simon is really making this security team earn their money here tonight!

Simone: All I can say is that God had better watch out for Casey Williams when the two finally get their hands on one another after what Casey did… even if he deserves every bit of it.

The cameras once again switch backstage, just outside the NXT dressing rooms. Misty has her back against the wall next to the door and Seth is standing in front of her, leaning his hand against the wall. Misty is now sporting a Santa's Hat with mistletoe attached to it, and she glances to the mistletoe, smiling and sort of giggling like a teenage girl would do.

Misty: You know, you didn't need to get this special Santa Hat just to kiss me. You know you don't need the mistletoe as an excuse to do that.

Seth shrugs as he taps the mistletoe and smiles.

Seth: While that may be true, I thought it would look kinda sexy on you. I think I did good.

Misty: It's a good start, I'll give you that. But, I have to be honest. What do you think is going to happen should anyone else feel the need put this hat to good use. It could happen if you think about--

Seth brings a finger up to Misty's lip, silencing her.

Seth: Not gonna happen. Not on my watch anyway. Like I said earlier, this hat is as much of a gift to myself as it is to you. And, if you ask me, I haven't taken enough advantage of it yet. Let's change that, shall we?

Seth then leans in and kisses Misty. The two begin what can only be described as a makeout session, and it would have lasted longer, but the sounds of two throats being cleared behind them is heard and they break the kiss. Seth turns around, and Misty looks past him to find the two familiar faces, that make this quite the interesting situation for her. Spike Staggs and Giani Di Luca are standing there, arms folded across their chests, staring at Misty and her new guy.

Spike: Geez… get a room you two…

Spike gives a playful grin as Giani laughs in response. Seth turns around and stares a hole through both men while Misty gives them both a laugh. She notices Seth’s defensive stance and gives him a pat on the shoulder. Spike stares at Seth for a moment, refusing to let down his guard for a minute.

Spike: Relax, brother… Been there, done that.

Misty looks shocked that Spike would say something like that to Seth, even though he gives a laugh to let them both know he is joking. Spike shrugs his shoulders as Seth bites onto his bottom lip, ready to say something.

Giani: Chill out dawg… It ain’t like she’s got a big invitation to kiss her… Oh wait, hahaha.

Seth: Yeah, like she’d ever kiss a cheeseball like you…again...

Giani stares at him for a minute before turning to Spike as if to ask if he actually just said that. He looks back to Seth with his head titled to the side and a curious look on his face. He then looks to Misty, realizing she told Seth about the two of them. He gets an idea in his head and Misty is about to say something when Giani reaches around Misty’s back, dipping her back, and planting a big kiss on her lips, sloppily and theatrically to drive his point across. He lifts Misty back up, wiping his mouth off as he offers a playful wink to Seth, though everyone there is shocked by Giani’s actions.

Seth: You piece of shit…!

Seth takes a swing at Giani, but he catches the fist and throws it down to his side. Seth gets ready for another when Misty walks right up to Giani, slapping his across the face, knocking spit out of his mouth.

Misty: What the HELL was that about, Giani?! You… you’re dating my sister and…

Giani: Jesus, Misty… it was a joke! Besides, I’m very superstitious and it’s bad luck not to kiss someone under mistletoe. I got this title match tonight against Damien Kingston, and I don’t need bad luck messin’ with my swag…

Misty stares a hole right through Giani, wanting to do much more than just slap him. She balls up her fists, and then rips her hat off of her head and puts it on Spike’s head, folding her arms across her chest as Giani looks disgusted.

Misty: That’s exactly what I thought, G…

Giani dips Spike back and repeats the same performance with him as the audience is heard giving off a shocked/disgusted/comical response. Spike looks shocked most of all as he pulls the hat off of his head, waving it at Misty to take so that Giani will release his “hold”. Misty can’t help but eat her words as she chuckles. Giani pulls away and wipes at his lips, giving Misty an “I told ya so” look as he opens up the locker room. Spike is still in shock as he looks to Misty with a quizzical look spread over his face as Misty adjusts her hat on her head.

Spike: I… ummm… I should probably go explain that to Vixen, so… yeah…

Spike then disappears into the locker room, closing the door behind him, while Giani stays behind for a moment, still wearing an amused grin on his face. Misty's mood has lightened up just a bit. Seth, however, is still very on edge as he glares at Giani, still ready to attack Giani at any given moment. Misty takes one look at Seth, and steps in front of him. She places a calming hand on his chest.

Misty: Hey, Seth...Babe...Relax. Giani is not going to do anything else. Right Giani?

Misty turns her head around to glance back at Giani, sending him a warning glare. He holds his hands up defensively and lets out a chuckle.

Giani: Relax, bro. I'm not going there again. I'm movin' on to something better now. No offense, Misty. I'll leave ya two alone now.

Giani then opens the locker room door and just before he disappears inside, he turns and looks at Seth.

Giani: By the way, bro...If ya haven't already tapped that yet, get on it soon. You don't know what ya missin' dawg!

Misty: GIANI!!!

The only thing stopping Seth from beating Giani's ass this time is the fact that Misty is standing directly in front of him. Giani laughs as he disappears into the locker room to join the rest of the group. Misty quickly turns around to a red faced Seth. Just as she is about to try to calm him down, yet another familiar face appears behind them, and things are about to get even more awkward for Misty as she turns around to see the returning Drake Green standing there with a smile.

Misty: Oh this just keeps getting better and better...

Drake: Nice hat.

Misty: Umm...thanks. You know Seth right?

Drake looks over to Seth who still has a seething look in his eye.

Drake: Actually, no. I'm Drake.

Seth: Yeah, I know who you are.

Drake: Right. Hey I don't know if you've noticed but Misty is wearing a mistletoe on her head.

Seth: Yeah, I did. I bought-

Before Seth could finish his sentence, Drake grabs Misty's face with both of his hands and kisses her on her lips with a soft, drawn out, embrace. He backs off with a smirk on his face as Misty fights to hide hers.

Seth: Are you fucking kidding me?!

Drake: Dude, it's a mistletoe.

Seth: That's my girlfriend, asshole.

Drake: Girlfriend?

Misty has a slightly embarrassed look come over her face.

Misty: I...umm...

Drake smiles as he realizes Misty is feeling incredibly awkward. He turns back to Seth and holds out his hand.

Drake: I had no idea man.

Seth stares him down for a moment before taking his hand in friendship.

Seth: It's cool.

Drake: Good. Now I gotta match to go prepare for. Thank god you were still single over thanksgiving!

Drake slaps Misty on the back in a friendly gesture as he walks off. Misty's face contorts into an awkward and almost guilty expression as Seth turns and stares at her, folding his arms across his chest as he does so. Misty opens one eye, hoping he won't question her about Drake's last comment, but unfortunately for her, he does.

Seth: What the hell was he talking about? What happened over Thanksgiving?

Misty stumbles as she tries to find the words to explain, and that is answer enough. Seth shakes his head and backs away, now more furious than he was before. Misty tries to reach for him, but he holds his arms up, shoving her hands away.

Seth: Don't fucking touch me! You know, Staggs I can forget about because you have a kid with him. Fake-bake Jersey boy I can try to forget about because that happened before we got back in touch and got together, but that guy...That....pretty boy...I'm outta here!

Misty: Seth, can we just go somewhere so I can at least explain?!

Seth: Save it for somebody who cares!

Seth then storms off down the hall, heading towards the exit. Misty watches on with a guilty and saddened look on her face as Seth disappears down another hall. She sighs, then rips the mistletoe hat off of her head, throwing it on the ground, before she turns around and heads into the locker room, slamming the door behind her.

And once again, during intermission, we are at the Kissing Booth outside of the Ballroom and more cash has been deposited in the fish bowl. Jasmine St. John has left the auditorium for a drink and happens upon the kissing booth.

She approaches from behind and sneaks up behind and drops a five into the jar before stealing the smooch on Despayre's cheek. he flays wildly as she smiles and hurries back into the Ballroom.

Despayre: What is going on!? What is so hard to understand that Angel is supposed to get the smooches!? Not ME!

The Santa hat and offending mistletoe slides back down over his eyes.

The stage lights flash with red and green lights as “Carol of the Bells” by Trans Siberian Orchestra plays over the speakers. The audience turns their attention to the stage as nine reindeer slowly trot from the backstage area, the first one sporting a large blinking red nose. As each one passes, the crowd cheers louder and louder until the front of a wooden sleigh comes through the curtains. A jolly man begins shouting “HO! HO! HO!” He is wearing a red and white suit, with black gloves covering his hands. He waves to the audience with one hand as he pulls on the reigns to slow the reindeer down a bit. As the music picks up, Santa comes to a stop. He stands up in the sleigh and exits, pulling out two large green bags from the back of the sleigh.

Simone: When did Santa become so ripped?

Adams: I read in the Enquirer that Santa Claus started the Nutri-System diet last year. Amazing results!

Santa walks down the aisle, reaching into his bag, pulling out gifts, and handing them to audience members, paying extra close attention to the kids in attendance. He tosses a few to the opposite side of the ramp before making his rounds near the barricade. He tosses gifts back, making sure those who weren’t in the front row also got something. He comes to the announcers table and sets out a gift for Belinda, and then to Jason. With one bag emptied, Santa drops the sack and goes to the other one, handing gifts out as he goes. With the bag half full, Santa steps up the ring stairs and enters the ring quickly. He begins tossing gifts out as he slowly turns into a circle, getting many people in the back row. He drapes the now empty sack over the top rope and then walks over to Justin Decent, handing him a small pouch filled with coal. Santa gives Justin a nudge as he hands Santa a microphone. He is caught saying one thing before Santa leans back inside of the ring.

Justin: I have been pretty naughty this year…

Santa nods his head and playfully scolds him as he steps backward to the center of the ring. He looks around with a jolly smile on his face through his obviously fake beard. He raises the microphone above his lips as he tilts his head back

Santa: HO! HO! HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ONE AND ALL! Have ya been good boys and girls this year?

The crowd cheers at Santa’s question, while some shrugs their shoulders and laugh. Santa nods his head as he listens to the responses, looking around to the audience once more. His long, white hair trickles down the suit as the red and white hat bobs with the motions of his head.

Santa: Ahhh, well, we are all entitled to our misdeeds, I guess. But this holiday season, as they always should have been… are about togetherness, charity, and good faith amongst your fellow man. Sure, presents are great and all, but the greatest gift that ya can give one another is kindness. So, in the spirit of the holiday, I wanted to give back to those who have given me so much over the years. And while this is only a small token of my appreciation, I wanted to make sure that the fans of Sin City Wrestlin’ knew that they are as much a family to me as my own.

Simone: That voice… It sounds really familiar, doesn’t it, Jason?

Adams: Huh? I was too busy thinking about playing this Climax Control game on my PS3 after the show…

Santa removes his hand, and along with it comes the fake white hair, revealing the dark brown faux hawk that is all too familiar. The fans begin cheering louder and louder as “Santa” puts his hat over his heart, tugging at the fake beard my accident as it falls off of his face.

Adams: Oh my god! Giani Di Luca is Santa Claus? I never would have guessed!

Belinda is heard groaning into her microphone as Giani bows his head. The audience cheers him louder and louder as he stands there, nodding his head. He looks up with a sparkle of a tear in his eye. The audience claps for him as he claps for them in return.

Giani: I wanted to come out here to give ya’s more than just some of ya favorite SCW merchandise and some stuffed animals. I wanted to share with ya the gift of song. One of my childhood favorites, I used to sing with my nonna at this time of year… “Jingle Bells (Italiano)”…

The song begins to play over the speakers as Giani smiles. The lights in the venue darken as the various strings of Christmas lights spread around are the only source of light. Giani lifts the microphone up to his lips as the audience claps along to the beat.

”Jingle bells, jingle bells
suona jingle bells
tintinnando nei cammin
le campanelle d'or.”

Giani breaks, joining in with the clapping as he marches around the ring.

”Jingle bells, jingle bells
suona jingle bells
e suonando porterà
la gioia in ogni cuor.”

Giani smiles as he feels the energy of the audience singing along to the lyrics on the screen. He continues to march around the ring, climbing up the far turnbuckle to get the audience even more into it.

”La neve scesa già
col bianco suo mantel
e su la neve fitta
andiamo a scivolar
e mentre noi cantiam
la sonagliera d'or
suonando allegramente
ci accompagna nel cammin”

Giani climbs down from the turnbuckle and walks over to the opposite side of the ring, climbing the turnbuckle with a ton of energy as he waves his arms up in the air, getting the fans on this side involved in the final verse. Even Jason Adams can be heard singing along softly to the music.

”Jingle bells, jingle bells suona jingle bells Dai monti scivoliam a valle noi scendiam e per le strade bianche suonando jingle bell ognuno ascolterà con gran felicità un dolce tintinnare delle campanelle d'or.”

The audience cheers as Giani belts out the last syllable, holding onto it for as long as he can. His semi-raspy voice only seems to make it that much more intense until he closes it off. He climbs down from the turnbuckle, and walks back to the center of the ring, taking a very theatrical bow in each direction.

Giani: Thank you, thank you… That is the greatest gift I can share with you, straight from the heart. But, in case that ain’t good enough, I got vouchers for free SCW T-Shirts taped under ya seats. Better hurry, there’s only a limited number of “2014 Year of the Stallion” T-Shirts available at the merch tables…

Giani clicks his teeth and he points out toward the camera. “Carol of the Bells” begins playing again as Giani drops the microphone. He watches as the audience pulls red envelopes from the bottoms of their chairs, opening them up excitedly. He exits the ring and hops into his sleigh. He jerks on the reigns, and the reindeer trot down the ramp, and slowly around the ring. Giani continues to shout “HO! HO! HO! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!” as he circles the ring. He comes back up the ramp, slapping high fives along his way up before disappearing behind the curtains.

Justin: The following contest is a mixed tag team match and is a Christmas lights match. Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Sapphira...

Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes.

Justin: From Utrecht, the Netherlands, weighing in at two hundred and thirty nine pounds, he is Goth!

He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress. Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and he awaits his opponent

Justin: And his partner...

The opening lyrics of Scream by the Mistfits hits over the pa.

Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh

Justin: From Juneau, Alaska, weighing in at one hundred and twenty eight pounds, she is The Punk Princess, she is Amy Marshall!

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

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

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

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

Amy then begins to head down the ramp, as she ignore the fans around her before climbing inside the ring, where she climbs the turnbuckle and raises her arms high before blowing a single kiss towards the crowd. Amy then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits for the match to begin.

Justin: And their opponents...

"Outsider" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area.

Justin: From Tampa, Florida, weighing one hundred and thirty two pounds, she is Roxi Johnson!

She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience.

Justin: And her partner

The tiger roars, and then Soldiers by Otherwise plays and Jeremiah comes out and looks around at the fans.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Washington D.C., standing 6’6” tall, and weighs in at 245 lbs, I give you “Big Tiger” JEREMIAH HARDIN!!!

He then comes down the aisle, fist bumping with the fans, and then he enters the ring and makes the roar and the crowd roars with him.

The lights dim out as the crowd ooh and ahh, the Christmas lights around the ring shining brighter.

Adams: Very festive.

Simone: It is

Adams: So festive, I might sing.... oh jingle bells.

Simone: Too late, match starting.

Adams: Bah humbug.

Jacob Summers calls for the bell.


Hardin and Goth start the match. The two lock up, but Goth moves behind Hardin and puts him in a waist lock, lifting him off his feet. Goth gets back to his feet and plants a boot on Hardin's head, hitting the Roulette Champions face in to the canvas. Goth looks around the booing crowd but quickly turns his attention back to Hardin. Goth pulls him to his feet and catches him with a sharp shot the the jaw, knocking Hardin backwards against the ropes. Goth charges at him but Hardin moves out of the way and Goth hits the ropes chest first. Goth stumbles backwards and Hardin grabs his head and takes him down with a neckbreaker. Hardin gets to his feet and bounces off the ropes, dropping an elbow on Goth's chest. Hardin returns to his feet and picks Goth up, and throws him in the corner, the lights shining brightly on Goth's white painted face. Hardin moves in and nails Goth with rapid fire elbows to the top of the head. Goth stumbles out and Hardin nails Goth with a clubbing clothesline in the back of the head. Hardin rolls Goth over and goes for the cover.


Goth kicks out

Simone: Hardin going for the early cover.

Hardin pulls Goth to his feet but Goth fires a quick shot towards Hardin's jaw and connects. Goth grabs Hardin in a side headlock and drops him down in a bulldog takedown. Goth keeps hold of Hardin's head and drops heavy fists in to the top of it. Goth releases Hardin and gets to his feet, and pulls him back to his feet. Goth kicks him in the gut and grabs Hardin's head and slam it backwards in to the canvas. Goth smiles and pulls Hardin to his feet. He lifts Hardin over with a snap suplex, bouncing Hardin off the canvas. Goth rolls over with a floatover and goes for the cover.


Hardin forces a shoulder up.

Adams: There's a reason Hardin is a champion here.

Goth gets to his feet and pulls Hardin up with him, but Hardin drops Goth down with a drop toehold and crawls towards Roxi, reaching out and tagging in the superhero of SCW.

Adams: Amy now has to enter the ring.

True to Jason's words Amy enters the ring and charges towards Roxi in the festive lit ring. Roxi catches Amy with a clothesline, Amy gets back to her feet and Roxi nails her with a second clothesline. Amy ducks a third and wraps Roxi up in a reverse DDT and drops her on her knee. Amy gets up to her feet and pulls Roxi to her feet. Roxi tries to fight back but Amy hooks her up in an STO and leaps and nails her with it! Amy rolls Roxi over and goes for the cover.


Roxi kicks out.

Simone: Amy trying to pull out something big to get going.

Amy pulls Roxi to her feet, backing her up against the ropes and whipping her to the other side. As Roxi returns, Amy ducks her head and lifts Roxi over with a backbody drop, the superhero of SCW landing hard. Roxi rolls on to her knees and Amy charges but Roxi bounces to her feet and lifts Amy off her feet and drops with a spinebuster.

Adams: Quick turnaround from Roxi, faster than The Flash.

Amy holds her back and Roxi returns to her feet, pulling Amy to her feet as she stands. Roxi runs towards the ropes, jumping off the middle rope as a springboard and lands on Amy's shoulders, Amy tries to fight her off but Roxi spins around Amy and pulls her over with a hurricanruna! Amy flies across the ring but rolls through. As she gets to her feet, Roxi moves towards the ropes, jumping again, using the ropes as a springboard and catches Amy with a springboard DDT. Amy lands hard, sitting up from the impact. Roxi springs to her feet, and runs towards Amy, catching Amy with a dropkick to the spine. Amy falls flat and Roxi goes for the cover


Amy pushes Roxi off her.

Adams: I think Roxi is the flash, she was like lightning with those moves.

Roxi gets to her feet and moves to the corner, climbing up the ropes and looking down at the prone Amy. She waits for Amy to get to her feet and dives off with a missile dropkick, the christmas lights blinking as Amy flies through the air, but Amy side steps and Roxi crashes in to the canvas. Amy moves to her corner, tagging in Goth.

Simone: Goth now legal in the ring.

Hardin comes in the opposite side and the two men exchange punches. Goth gets the upper hand, knocking Hardin to the canvas with a huge shot to the head. Hardin quickly gets back to his feet but Goth moves in towards him, not giving him the time to regain full balance. Goth kicks Hardin in the gut and hooks up both his arms before dropping him with a double armed DDT. Goth stands up, in control of Hardin and pulls him to his feet. Goth sets Hardin up for the Goth Drop, but as Goth spins, Hardin pushes him away, as Goth turns back in to Hardin, Hardin nails Goth with discus clothesline.

Adams: I thought Goth's head was gonna fly off in to row Z.

Hardin gets on his hands and knees, before lifting Goth to his feet. Hardin hoists Goth over his shoulder and charges, crashing Goth down with a powerslam. Hardin returns to his feet and pulls Goth back up. He hooks Goth up for a vertical suplex, and holds him there, stalling the move.

Simone: Great show of power from Hardin.

Hardin drops Goth backwards, crashing him in to the canvas. Hardin steps back to his feet and moves towards the corner, quickly climbing the rope and looking down at Goth. Hardin jumps off the ropes with a frog splash, but spins in the air and catches Goth with an elbow drop!

Adams: Unique move.

Hardin looks around at the crowd and pulls Goth to his feet. Hardin wraps Goth in a double underhook.

Simone: Hardin looking for the Tiger's Ambition!

Before Hardin can continue, Goth wiggles free and moves behind Hardin. As Hardin turns around, Goth charges at him. Hardin ducks the clothesline and Goth hits the opposite rope. As Goth comes back, both he and Hardin clothesline each other!

Simone: Double clothesline!

Adams: And both men down!

Both men start to crawl towards their corners, reaching out to both Roxi and Amy. Both men reach the corner and take at the same time!

Simone: Double tag!

Roxi and Amy charge in to the ring, exchanging rights and left, nailing each other hard in the face. Amy blocks Roxi's shot and plants one of her own on her. Roxi stumbles back and Amy quickly springs in with a superkick, catching Roxi on the jaw. Roxi falls to the ground and Amy quickly goes for the cover


Roxi gets her shoulders off the canvas

Simone: I thought Amy had it.

Adams: So did Amy!

Amy looks frustrated as she pulls Roxi to her feet. Amy bounces off the ropes and jumps in the air, catching Roxi with a flying forearm to the head. Amy looks at Roxi and gets to her feet. Roxi gets on her knees and Amy charges but Roxi bends backwards as Amy attempts a shining wizard, and Amy flies over the top of her.

Adams: Matrix!

Roxi flips forward and gets herself to her knees and back on her feet, waiting for Amy to move to hers. As Amy gets to her feet, Roxi grabs her head and jumps in to the air, spinning around and planting Amy with a tornado DDT! Roxi springs to her feet, charging at the ropes and jumping on the middle rope, crashing down on Amy with a Lionsault!

Simone: Reality Bites!

Adams: Roxi's on fire.

She waits for Amy to get to her feet and charges at the ropes, jumping off for the Ray Of Hope, but Amy ducks out of the way. Amy jumps up, attempting Bad Girl, but Roxi pushes her off! Amy lands on her feet and Roxi charges at her, ducking a clothesline and jumping on the middle rope, this time, bouncing back and connecting with the huge kick!

Simone: Ray Of Hope successful this time!

Roxi goes for the cover!



Justin: The winners of the match.... Roxi Johnson and Big Tiger Jeremiah Hardin!

Simone: What a great back and forth match!

Adams: This could have gone either way, but the Roulette champ and the super duper hero just edged it!

Misty is walking through the hall outside of the Ballroom when she passes the kissing booth when there is a brief break in the activity and no line. Smiling to herself, she pulls some cash from her pocket and walks up to the front of the booth where Despayre looks up and sees her coming.

Misty drops the five into the fish bowl and leans in for the kiss when Despayre suddenly grabs Big B and jerks him down in his path and Misty's lips meet Big B's lips, as opposed to Despayre's cheek!

Misty steps back, startled and Big B blinks and blushes a deep shade of red. Misty then turns and leaves, shaking her head and smiling as Despayre looks to his large friend.

Despayre: Better you than me!

Sitting around a wooden oak table, Hot Stuff Mark Ward, Christian Underwood and Erik Stagg sit.

Erik: So what the hell are we going to do here, gentlemen?

Hot Stuff rolls his shoulders backward, blankly staring at Christian Underwood.

Christian: Mark, we can not let Casey get away with putting Simon's family in danger like he did last week.

Hot Stuff remains silent.

Erik: And Simon's revenge attack earlier, I thought he was going to kill Casey.

Hot Stuff nods in agreement.

Christian: We need to keep those two apart.

HS: Look, I couldn't give a toss about the pair of them, they wanna batter each other, let them.

Both Erik and Christian look at Hot Stuff, surprised.

Christian: We can't let Casey get off that lightly.

Erik: Or Simon for his attack.

Christian glares a hole through Erik as he seems to defend Casey.

Christian: His attack on Casey was nothing compared to what Casey did to his family.

Erik stares right back at Christian.

HS: Alright, turn it in you two, I want a good seat to see Drake Green get squashed by my little surprise. How about we fine Casey?

Christian: Yeah, enough to pay towards some damage to Simon's house.

Erik: And pay for the Christmas party?

Hot Stuff clicks his finger and points at Erik.

HS: I like the way you're thinking.

Christian: I still think we need to keep those two apart.

Erik: Ok, how about a no contact clause? Either man lays a hand on the other, we wave them goodbye?

Christian: Fine, no contact until the next supercard, and we let them go at it.

Hot Stuff nods in agreement.

HS: So big fine for Casey, no contact or pink slips get handed out, and a supercard match.

Christian and Erik nod in agreement and Hot Stuff smiles.

HS: Good, I got a Drake Green to watch get squashed in to the floor.

Hot stuff stands up, walking towards the door as the scene fades.

We cut backstage to find the members of the New X-Tremes standing around the catering table. Spike Staggs has a gingerbread man in his hand, snapping the head off with his teeth, getting some sort of sick, sadistic kick out of it. Jessie Salco, Vixen, and Misty are talking indistinctively as they start to walk off. Spike crunches on the cookie loudly as Giani boxes at the air, a look of determination etched upon his face. The Heavyweight title is strapped proudly around his waist as he works himself up a bit. Spike slowly turns to his protégé, seeing that they are alone. He raises an eyebrow and takes a couple of steps backward.

Spike: Uh oh… After what happened earlier, I’m afraid to see what you got planned now that we’re alone…

Giani continues boxing at the air, slightly turning his head to stick his tongue out at Spike before focusing on whatever he is imagining in front of him. Spike takes another bite of the cookie, chasing it with a sip of milk from a red plastic cup.

Spike: You know… I’ve got some mistletoe hanging from my belt if…

Spike chuckles as he reveals said mistletoe, but it is short lived as Giani sidewinds one of his jabs, catching Spike right in the arm. Spike rubs his arm a bit before attempting another one. Giani blocks it and then gives Spike a playful shove backward.

Giani: C’mon, bro! I’m tryin’ to concentrate here. And I don’t need that kinda luck either, dawg…

Just as they go to playful sparring, Pussy Willow walks up to the duo, just staring at them as they box at each other. Giani’s laughter rings through the hallway as they go, until he sees Pussy standing there. The distraction allows Spike to get a shot to the face. He snickers until he sees Giani’s eyes resting on the reporter. He turns around to see her standing there and he straightens up his posture, putting on his “bad ass” face. Pussy covers her mouth with a giggle before raising the microphone to her lips.

PW: Umm… I was wondering if I could get a word with you about Damien Kingston?

Giani: Oh, I got plenty to say to that bitch ass punk, but just like I did with Goth at December 2 Dismember, I’m gonna say it with my fists. I wasted enough of my breath on that dick bag. All I’m gonna say is that this belt ain’t gonna leave my waist tonight, not even over my dead body.

Giani turns away from Pussy, going back to his rhythmic boxing. Pussy looks a bit disappointed with the lack of comment from Giani. She turns to Spike in a surprise move.

PW: Well, how about you?

Spike looks quizzically at Pussy Willow, raising an eyebrow as if he didn’t understand the question, or that he was shocked it was even asked.

Spike: What about me?

PW: Well, Damien Kingston ripped into Giani, but it seemed like he had a problem more so with you, Misty, and the rest of the New X-Tremes as well.

Spike just snorts and pushes the microphone out of his face. He shakes his head with a devious smile on his face as he turns his back to Pussy.

Spike: I wouldn’t give that piece of shit the satisfaction of a response. My days of responding to misinformed comments from ignorant little fucks ended the day I retired.

PW: He seems to think that you and the rest of NXT plan to jump in to save Giani’s title reign, especially you, since he implied that you are riding on Giani’s title run.

Spike rolls his eyes as he politely waits for Pussy to get the hint that he isn’t responding. Giani stops his air boxing once more to look right at Spike.

Giani: Ya wouldn’t embarrass me like that, would ya?

Spike: Anybody who pays attention to a single fucking thing that we do as the New X-Tremes would know that we only even out numbers. We don’t gang attack one person, and we don’t meddle in each other’s business, Giani. Don’t let that idiot distract you like that. He wants you watching your back so that he can get lucky by making you slip up.

Giani: Nah, that’s not what I’m talkin’ about. Don’t ya have even one thing to say to that prick? He called ya a bitch who quit cause he couldn’t handle the pressure.

Spike: Yeah, and he only made himself look like a fool by saying that. Now, nobody believes a word that comes out of his mouth. It could also be a case of guilt transference since he did the same fucking thing he’s accusing me of, just a couple months back. Or hell, maybe he’s not as ignorant as he seems. Maybe he’s just jealous that I’ve accomplished four times over in my decade long career, what he couldn’t do even once in thirteen year career. Four Heavyweight title reigns, three of which were World Heavyweight runs, and the first one only took me three years. I’m not in his head though. I can only speculate. But, I plan on letting you do what you do best, kiddo… Embarrass the hell out of him inside of the ring.

Spike turns his head slightly to look back at Pussy standing there. He gives her a wink before muttering a few last words.

Spike: We’re done now, Ms. Willow…

Spike picks up the remnants of the cookie he was eating earlier, taking another bite as he walks off from the scene. Giani looks from Spike to Pussy.

Giani: I guess he didn’t have much to say, right? Hahaha… Anyway, I got a match to get ready for. If ya see Damien, let him know he better bring his A game tonight. I’m ready for a challenge…

With that, Giani sets off in the same direction Spike left in and we fade out

Justin: The following contest is a No Disqualification Match and is for the ACW World Championship

Crowd: POP!

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

Adams: He is back in Sin City Wrestling! Welcome back Mr. Showtime!

Simone: Technically he’s in ACW at the moment.

Adams: Details….

Green, with a large smile, stands tall in long black wrestling tights with three white stars on each leg and black boots which have black kick-pads on the front which have the “Male” symbol on them in white. He is wearing black wristbands and a black, skin tight, t-shirt with his “Male Symbol” logo on the front and “Man Of The People” written on the back. Fastened firmly around his waist sits the ACW World title. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky as the crowd starts to get behind him. Just as the lyrics for the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings.

#Watch out?

#You might get what you're after?

#Cool babies

#Strange but not a stranger?


#Burning down the house

Adams: It’s been a long time, Belinda, and I’ve got goose bumps.

Simone: You sure you don’t have anything else?

Adams: Shut up!

Justin: Introducing first, he is the reigning ACW World Champion….weighing in at 230 pounds, he is Chicago’s own, he is The Man of the People…“Mr. Showtime”.. Drake Green!

Drake trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring. He walks around the entire rings, making sure he says hello to all the fans at ringside. Finally, he hops onto to the apron and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again. He unhooks his belt and raises it high for the crowd to see.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, slings his belt over his left shoulder and motions for the microphone. .

Drake: Helloooo Las Vegas!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages....welcome to the show!

Crowd: Even louder POP!

Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am your Main Event Maker and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!

Crowd: Showtime!

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

Crowd: Showtime!

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


Drake holds his left arm up and points out to the crowd. He nods his head as he moves his arm, panning through the crowd.

Drake: Oh how I’ve missed you. I’m back, baby. Better than ever!

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

Drake: I just want to say one thing. That it doesn’t matter who Mark Ward sends out here. I have all the respect in the world for each and every one of my former ACW comrades. Whether it be Steve, or Simon, or Jeremiah, my friend Ben Jordan or even Cyrus King; every single man from that ACW roster deserves a shot at this title. A title that was given to me…not earned, so as far as I’m concerned we should all be competing for this belt tonight.

Adams: Spoken like a true champion.

Simone: Give me a break!

Drake mouths the words ‘THANK YOU’ to the crowd before handing the microphone to Justin and his shirt and title to the referee. He tugs on the ropes two times and eagerly awaits his opponent, the unnamed challenger.

Adams: Who’s it going to be? Who did Mark Ward handpick to face Drake tonight?

The lights cut out.

Simone: I feel like we’re going to find out right now!

A green heart monitor sign appears on the screen and the crowd lets out an insane pop.

Adams: I don’t believe it!

The heart monitor continues to flicker, peaking as a thumb, the sound of a heart beating, jumping up to every beat, before flat lining, the eerie familiar one toned pitch, the word TRAUMA bouncing up in the green heart monitor line. The screen goes black as piano music plays for thirty seconds, words are sung.

Jesus is my co-pilot
Or that's just what they
But it's not the savior
Who guides me every day

The soul that's deep inside of me
Once so clean and pure
Now a festering sore
A pain I can't endure

Tick tick tock
It's only a matter of time
And when that stranger arrives.

Fozzy's Dark Passenger blasts over the speakers as a woman, Nightmare walks out from the back, her face covered by a dark veil looking at the ring.

Adams: Trauma is back! Fantasy and Nightmare as well! I don’t believe this. Mark Ward is about to unleash hell incarnate on Drake Green!

Nightmare raises her hand and a man in a white suit, Fantasy, walks from the back, looking at the woman, shaking his head, pleading with his eyes. The woman puts her hand on his cheek and steps back as two men pull a cage from the back, the huge man, known as Trauma, stands inside with his wrists in chains.

Trauma has long hair, tied back, running all the way down his back. On his face, a beard, tied down with gold bands, turning it in to a long thin goatee. His eyes darkened by black paint, with a scar above and below his left eye. On the man’s upper body, blue strips cut across his naked upper body. His clothes are tattered, brown pants, and his arms tapped all the way up in brown leather. An emotionless look covers his face as people look stunned. The man in the white suit pleads with the woman, who ignores him, motioning for the two men to drag the cage towards the ring. The man in the white suit puts his hands on his head, as the cage is dragged towards the ring, the woman leading the way. The cage stops outside the ring and the woman moves towards the bars, reaching through to the big man, her hands gripping the chains. The chains drop to the floor as the emotionless man moves towards the bar, the woman putting her hand under his chin, whispering in to his ear. The man's eyes flash red with fury as he starts to violently shake the cage, yelling and screaming. The woman opens the cage and the man charges out as she points to the ring. He grabs the top rope, pulling himself on to the ring apron and over the top rope.

Trauma attacks Drake in the center of the ring as Jasmine St. John calls for the bell.


Trauma grabs Green and chucks him through the air from the center of the ring and in to the corner.

Simone: What an impressive display of strength from the monster.

Trauma goes to work on the gut of Green, kicking and punching the smaller man in the corner. He grabs Greens by the neck and then lands a hard haymaker into the nose of Green, which drops him down to one knee.

Simone: Trauma is being aggressive from the onset. He’s like an unleashed beast out there!

Trauma whips Green into the opposite turnbuckle and this time he runs up and hits a thunderous clothesline that knocks Drake down to the mat. He grabs him up by his hair and then military presses him above his head.

Adams: Look at the strength of the monster that is Trauma!

Trauma drops Drake on to the mat with a hard slam and then goes for a cover and Jasmine drops to the mat for the count.

Adams: He goes for the quick cover.

One! Two!

Simone: Three!

Adams: No! The Champion kicked out!

Trauma kicks Green in the face, which knocks him right back down to the ground. He bounces off of the ropes and drops a knee right across the face of Drake and Green busts wide open.

Simone: We’ve got blood!

Adams: This guy should be in a cage!

Simone: Umm, Jason. He did come out in a cage.

Adams: I mean…shut up!

As Green gets up, he charges at Trauma but he is met with a hard elbow right in the face. As Drake steps back in a quick haze Trauma lunges at him with a hard shoulder block that sends the former SCW Heavyweight Champ down to the ground. Trauma picks Green up and throws him into the corner with a hard Irish whip.

Adams: That has to hurt!

As Drake lays up against the turnbuckle, Trauma walks over hits and him with a throat thrust, which sends Green down to the ground. Trauma grabs the tope rope and puts his boot on the neck of Drake and pushes down hard choking him. Jasmine St. John walks over and starts the count.

Jasmine: One…Two…Three…Four…

Trauma breaks the hold just before the referee gets to the five count. He walks back the center of the ring and screams out in anger as Fantasy jumps up on to the apron and tries to calm the beast down.

Crowd: BOO!

He runs back over and kicks Drake Green right in the mid-section as he tries to get up off the mat, which sends him right back down.

Simone: The much bigger Trauma is starting to really take over. His size may be too much for Drake Green to overcome.

Adams: I wouldn’t be too sure of that.

Trauma runs back over to the corner and before he can get another kick off, Drake trips him, sending him head first into the ring post.

Adams: Can you believe that!?

Drake staggers to his feet, regains his composure, and then goes after Trauma who is lying on the mat. He runs over and starts to drop bombs on the face of the big man. Drake stands up, bounces off of the ropes, and drops a leg right across the chest and neck of Trauma. He spins around and hooks the leg as Jasmine St. John drops for the count.



Adams: And a kick out by the beast!

Trauma throws Drake off of his chest and up in to the air. Both men get up but before Green can do anything, he’s met with a big boot right in the face. Trauma peels Green up off of the mat and whips him into the corner. He gets on the second rope, facing Green, and then begins to pummel his opponent.

Crowd: One…Two…Three…Four…Five…Six…Seven…Eight…Nine…Ten!

Trauma drops down off the second rope and then whips Drake hard into the opposite corner. As Green bounces off the turnbuckles, Trauma hits him with an earth shattering spear that forces the crowd to jump up on to their feet.

Crowd: Ooooh!

Simone: What a Spear! We’re gonna have new ACW World Champion!

Adams: Oh, no! What’s he doing now?

Instead of going for the pin and the easy win, Trauma picks Drake up off of the mat. He grabs him by the air and then throws him, still by his hair, up over the top rope and down to ringside.

Adams: Oh my god! Did you see that!

Trauma steps through the ropes and then down to ringside. He picks Drake up and then body slams him on to the concrete floor. He kicks him in the face and a stream of blood flies out of Drake mouth. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. He sets it up before grabbing Green and sets him up for a powerbomb.

Adams: Remember, this is a NO DQ match. There is no count out.

Fantasy runs over and starts to yell at the big man. After a moment, Trauma picks up Drake and slides him back in to the ring, almost submissively. He goes to pull himself up on to the ropes but before he does, Nightmare runs over and says something to him. He begins to look around and sees chains sitting over by the cage he picks them up and as Fantasy protests, he carries them back in to the ring with him.

Adams: He’s not actually gonna bring those chains in to the ring with him is he?

Simone: No DQ!

Standing over Drake, Trauma begins to swing the chains around his head, threating to start whipping Green with them. As he gets ready to start the thrashing, Drake reaches up and lands a hard fist into the groin of Trauma.

Simone: Low blow!

Adams: No DQ! Right, Belinda?

As Trauma staggers back, Drake picks up the chains. In a hurry, he wraps them around the neck of Trauma and then jumps up on to the monster’s back, tightening the hold. Trauma flails around trying to reach for Drake, but he’s forced to drop to one knee.

Adams: Drake is doing it! He’s doing it!

Jasmine drops to the mat looking for Trauma to submit.

Simone: The big man looks like he is fading!

Nightmare jumps up on to the apron and begins screaming at Trauma, trying to get him to fight back. After a few moments, Trauma fights to his feet with Green still hanging on to his back. He stumbles over to the turnbuckle.

Adams: What’s he going to do?

With Green’s grip firmly attached to the chains around his neck, Trauma begins to climb the ropes.

Simone: This is insane.

Trauma gets to the top and then launches in to the air. He flies down to ringside with Drake still on his back, and lands back first on to the table he had set up before, crushing Green on to the concrete floor.

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

The two men barely move as Jasmine St. John jumps down to ringside to make sure both men can continue. Both Fantasy and Nightmare run over and check on their monster. Trauma begins to climb to his feet but Drake is still lifeless on the ground. As Nightmare checks on Trauma, Paramedics run down to ringside to check on Drake.

Adams: I’m not sure if Green can continue.

Simone: This doesn’t look good.

Nightmare whispers something in to Trauma’s ear and he rushes over to where the paramedics are. He throws the EMTs off of Drake and grabs Mr. Showtime.

Adams: Somebody stop him! Call the match!

Simone: No DQ, Jason!

He throws Drake back up in the ring and tosses his chains up there as well. He climbs back up in to the ring as Nightmare skips with delight down at ringside. The big man begins to pump himself up as Drake starts to finally come back to life. He struggles to his knees as Trauma is screaming up in to the air. As Drake finally gets to his feet, Trauma runs in.

Adams: He’s going for the Blunt Force Trauma!

He swings wildly to land his signature heart punch but Drake ducks out of the way. He kicks the big man in the gut and then jumps up and wraps his legs around Trauma’s head, pulling his arm down in between.

Adams: RATED R CHOKEHOLD!!!! I can’t believe he got it locked it!

Jasmine St. John drops down to the mat to see if Trauma taps. Drake tightens the hold but he’s just not strong enough for the big man. Trauma lifts Drake up and then runs over to the ropes. Drake shakes his head wildly but it’s to no avail. Trauma dumps Drake down to the concrete floor.


Adams: Drake is hurt, bad. Blood is gushing from his nose and his mouth. I’m not sure how much more of this punishment he can take.

Simone: Hot Stuff Mark Ward set out to punish Drake tonight and it seems like he’s getting his wish fulfilled by Trauma here tonight.

Drake struggles to his feet one more time and as soon as he does, Trauma reaches over and palms his head, pulling him up to the apron. He grabs him with two hands by the throat and then throws him over to the mat.

Adams: Another impressive display of strength from the monster!

As Drake gets up, Trauma lands a hard right hand on to Green’s chest!

Simone: BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA! Drake is out!

Nightmare jumps up on to the apron again, screaming at Trauma to go for the pin. The big man covers the fallen champion and Jasmine St. John drops to the mat for the count.

Simone: We’re gonna have a new champion!



Crowd: NO!

Adams: He kicked out!

Trauma angrily jumps up on Drake and starts to land blow after blow. After a few moments he gets up and screams out to the crowd.

Crowd: Boo!

Trauma gets up and starts swinging the chain up in the air again. As Drake stumbles to his feet, Trauma goes to whip him in the head. Drake runs in and kicks Trauma in the mid-section. He grabs the chain and wraps it around his arms as he under-hooks them and then drives Trauma’s head down on to the mat.

Adams: SHOW’S OVER! What a counter!

Drake flips Trauma over on to his back and grabs the chain. He hooks the leg, wrapping the steel chain around it for leverage as Jasmine St. John drops down for the count.



Crowd: Three!

Drake just gets the three count before Trauma is able to kickout. Drake, sensing his luck, slips out of the ring as ‘Burning Down the House’ by the Used begins to play again.

Justin: Here is your winner and STILL ACW World Champion…..Drake Green!

Nightmare is beside herself as Fantasy jumps on in to the ring to calm down the monster that is Trauma. Jasmine hands Drake his belt before he heads his up to the stage. As he gets there, He holds up his belt for all to see.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

The crowd then murmurs in interest as an entire choir compromised of children, the Clark County Children's Chorus of Las Vegas, lines up along the stage of the Grand Ballroom. A soft music begins to play and out onto the stage steps none other than co-owner of Sin City Wrestling, Christian Underwood himself, clad in a white business suit with a red ribbon over his left breast. A head microphone on, Christian smiles and begins to speak.

Christian: On behalf of Mark Ward and Sin City Wrestling itself, I just want to thank each and every one of you for making it here tonight. I would also like to thank the many men and women that put their bodies on the line each and every week for us, because without them there would be no Sin City Wrestling. But it's this time of year I think we need to think outside of our own enjoyments and pleasures and more to those around us because there are far more people out there, with much less than what we have. Maybe if we reach out to them, show them some kindness, then we could make this season once again about what it's meant to be.

The music grows a little louder over the speaker and this endearing performance is set to begin, as Christian displays a talent that few in SCW is aware he had, a very skillful singing voice.

Christian: Think of your fellow man
Lend him a helping hand
Put a little love in your heart

You see it's getting late
Oh, please don't hesitate
Put a little love in your heart

Choir: And the world will be a better place
And the world will be a better place
For you and me, you just wait and see

Christian: Another day goes by still the children cry

Choir:Put a little love in your heart

Christian:If we want the world to know
We won't let hatred grow

Choir:Put a little love in your heart

Christian:And the world will be a better place

Choir: And the world

Christian: All the world will be a better place

Choir: All the world

Christian: For you and me

Choir: For you and me

Christian: You just wait and see, wait and see

Take a good look around
And if you're looking down

Choir: Put a little love in your heart

Christian: I hope when you decide
Kindness will be your guide

Choir: Put a little love in your heart

Christian: And the world will be a better place

Choir: And the world

Christian: And the world will be a better place

Choir: And the world

Christian: For you and me

Choir: For you and me

Christian: You just wait and see

Choir: Just wait

People, now put a little love in your heart

Christian: Each and every day

Choir: Put a little love in your heart

Christian: There's no other way

Choir: Put a little love in your heart

Christian: It's up to you

Choir: Put a little love in your heart

Christian: C'mon and put a little love in your heart

The crowd cheers, many stand, as the smiling Christian turns and holds his hands out towards the children's choir, and applauds for them as well.

The stage lights up with red, white, and green lights as a sexified Christmas melody begins playing over the public address. The audience looks over to the stage as three men dressed in tight red velvet shorts with white fur around the bottom come walking out, all wearing Santa hats and black boots. They walk down to the ring, sliding inside. Slowly, a large red box with candy canes printed on it starts to lower from the ceiling. The audience stares at this with wonder and excitement.

Simone: I wonder what this could be?

Adams: I don’t care! Presents! Presents! Presents!

The crowd’s anticipation grows more and more as the box slowly turns in mid air. It settles in the center of the ring as the three men slowly begin to circle it. They each grab a piece of ribbon hanging from the bow on top. They pull at it, unraveling the bow slowly as they back away from the box. As soon as the bow is unraveled, the front end of the box flies open, and each of the four sides soon follow, revealing a pole in the middle with the lovely Angelica’s leg wrapped around it. She is wearing a sexy Mrs. Clause outfit as she holds on. The fans give a mixed reaction. “Santa Baby” begins playing as Angelica teases the audience, turning around the pole.

Adams: I must have been an awfully good boy this year, because this is the best present ever!

Simone: Perhaps, but the things Angelica is doing on that pole are awfully naughty…

Angelica winks as she is bent over, holding onto her ankles, flinging her hair up as she comes back up slowly. She holds her hands out as two of the men in sexy Santa outfits hold onto them, helping her down from the miniature stage. Angelica blows a kiss out to the audience before spotting something that causes a disgusted look to form on her face. She waves it off as the third man brings her a microphone. Behind her, the three men step onto the box as it slowly rises back up into the air. Angelica flips her hair over her shoulder, pulling the candy cane out of her mouth slowly as she tunes out the growing amount of boos and the music cuts off.

Angelica: Boooo… You whores… I come here bearing the finest gifts, ready to give the disgusting, overweight men in the audience a show that they would never forget, because this… is the season of giving! It’s the season of charity, and I’m trying to be a good person. And this is the thanks I get? How dare you? HOW DARE YOU!?

Angelica screams at the audience, stomping her foot as the boos continue to grow. She flings her candy cane out into the audience before folding her arms over her chest. She taps her foot as she tries to wait for it to die down.

Angelica: Unfortunately, the gift I have brought for you cannot be exchanged or returned. This gift, is a one of a kind sort of gift, and in the spirit of the holiday, I wanted to give you another chance. See, in my absence, I made myself a very… interesting… friend. A talent seen only briefly before her career was cut short by piss poor management. I’m sure the few of you who pretend to be fashion saavy have heard the name… Delia, “darling if you must”. Well, after some… convincing… to Erik Staggs, I was able to bring this woman who is full of charisma… uniqueness… nerve… and talent… to grace this human wasteland known as Sin City Wrestling! You’re welcome, you’re welcome… So without further adieu…

The sound of a cork popping can be heard as the music starts off. The ring crew carries a makeshift runway down the ramp and toward the ring, setting it firmly on the apron, clamping it tightly as a woman steps out from behind the curtains. She is wearing a long, flowing white gown with large white feathers popping up from her shoulders much like the ones coming from the back of her white hat. “I am so fab…” Delia just stands there, raising her left hand into the air, cupped so to accentuate her contours. She turns her head, with a vacant stare to the ring as she waves her hand. “Check it out, I’m blonde…” Delia brings her hand down her long blonde locks of hair, continuing down her impressive physique. “I’m skinny… I’m rich…” Delia pulls out a wad of bills, waving them at the fans before sliding the money back into her pocket, offering an arrogant wink. “… and I’m a little bit of a bitch…” Sending claws out at Angelica, who sends them right back, clapping her hands.

Adams: What the bloody hell is this? America’s Next Top Model?

Simone: It is artistic expression. I’ve heard much about this woman here, and she is a modern avant-garde. Just because she isn’t stripping doesn’t mean… I stand corrected…

Delia unlatches a single button holding the sparkling gown together, dropping it to the ground as she shows off a black, lacy number that could be found at Fredrick’s Hollywood, with fishing hooks sporting small, silver, raw fish. The audience gives a disgusted look to her as the smell seems to travel quickly. She holds her arms out, soaking it in while remaining focused only on the ring ropes. Her fishnet stockings continue the ensemble of raw fish, though they are much smaller. She flips her hair over one shoulder before pausing and giving a turn to show off her derriere with kiss marks painted on them.

Angelica: Ohhhh, looks like somebody is serving up fish to you losers… What’s on your tag, honey? Dolce and Piranha?

Adams: I don’t get that at all… Was that supposed to be funny? And, avante-guard never looked so good, but smelled so rotten…

Simone: I was on board with this before, but if we get to look forward to raw fish and such a strong “screw you” sort of attitude, I’m not sure we can handle too much more of this...

Delia gives her bottom a slap as she flings the fallen gown over her shoulder. She sashays down the runway once more, tilting her head back with a silent laugh as the fans begin to boo her. “Walk down the runway but don’t…” Before anyone can predict what is about to happen, Delia leans over at the barricade, and she shoves her finger down her throat, spraying vomit on the audience members to her left.

Simone: Did… she… just…?

Adams: She just yacked like a freshmen all over that poor lady. At least you can’t see her nacho cheese stained New X-Tremes t-shirt anymore though…

Angelica raises an eyebrow and moves a single strand of hair from her face as she turns around. The fan covered in vomit shouts at her as she trots off the rest of the way down the runway. The fans boo her as she reaches the ropes, climbing each one like a ladder before climbing over the top rope. The music fades out as Angelica claps for Delia. Delia, the diva that she is, only concedes to Angelica’s praise, ignoring the loud booing from the audience. Angelica hands the microphone to Delia who wastes no time in speaking loudly over the boos.

Delia: Angggelica, darling?

Delia’s thick French accent rings through the public address loudly as she hangs on the “g”.

Delia: When you mentioned of the possibilities of debuting in Las Vegas, I was very pleased of this news. Z’is city is one of very small few I have not been to, and I expected many great things. I come out here and see z’is low brow, white trash audience, as if we were in the corn fields of Nebraska. I’m very, very disappointed in you.

Angelica shrugs her shoulders and nods her head, sympathizing with Delia. She takes a look around at the audience and gags a little herself, laughing with Delia before she continues.

Delia: But, we must all start from rock bottom at some point, yes? Let’s pray z’at z’is is it, Angggelica, Darling… I wasted my talents here tonight, but I will not do it again. Z’at is z’e promise. Z’is is only a small taste, of z’e decadent dessert z’at is… Delia… “darling if you must!”

Adams: Mic drop!

Simone: When I heard rumors of this woman signing with Sin City Wrestling, I had the highest hopes. The last time she was in the wrestling world, she was the most soft-spoken woman I’d ever met, even if she could kick some serious ass…

Delia drops the microphone onto the mat, kicking it aside with her designer heels, careful not to scuff them as “Donatella” begins playing again. She grabs onto Angelica’s hand, leading her over to the ropes. Both ladies step under the top rope, giving off a show of their backsides before stepping onto the runway. They strut back up the ramp as if modeling in front of the world’s biggest fashion critics. The fans throw trash at them, though they seem to dodge it very well as they make it to the curtains. Both ladies step part way through the curtains, turning around to show off their inner tigress, showing off their claws before disappearing to the back.

The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "The World Belongs To Me" by My Darkest Days begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain to a round of cheering from the crowd, with her half of the Bombshell Tag Team Titles draped over her shoulder. She looks from one side of the ramp to the other, smiling at the fans as they roar with approval, and she slowly starts making her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. Once she gets to the ring, she slides the tag title in under the bottom rope, then enters the ring the same way, grabbing a hold of the title once again. She heads over to one of the corner turnbuckles, hopping up to the top rope where she lifts the title high above her, pointing around the crowd with a proud smile. She stands there for several moments before she jumps back down and asks for a microphone. Justin Decent hands her one and she heads over to the center of the ring as her music dies down. She throws her Tag Team title belt over her shoulder and gets ready to speak as the crowd begins to die down just a bit.

Misty: You know...I wasn't planning on coming out here tonight. At least, not by myself. I had someone here with me earlier that, until a little while ago, made me completely forget about something that has been bugging me the past few days, but since I've gone and pissed him off and he left, well, here I am. Not to mention, I was just having a chat with my NXT family backstage, and Spike and Giani reminded me of what I wanted to say, so bare with me people. Although, I don't think you'll really mind anything I have to say. In will probably quite enjoy it, because I know I will.

The crowd cheers her on as she gets an eager grin on her face.

Misty: I'm not exactly sure if the person I need to address will even be listening, because if I'm honest, I've come to realize that if the whole show isn't revolving around him, or mentioning him, he just doesn't pay attention to a damn thing that goes on around him. If his name isn't being mentioned, everything that is said just goes in one ear and out the other. Now, he'll probably try to deny it all he wants, but I'm not stupid like he seems to think. So, who is this person that I'm out here wasting my time speaking about?

Misty narrows her eyes as she turns and looks towards the backstage entrance.

Misty: Damien Kingston.

The crowd immediately boos at the mention of the man who, tonight, will face Giani for the Heavyweight Championship. Misty smiles and nods.

Misty: Yes, I said his name, and did that ever leave a foul taste in my mouth. So, Damien, I hope you're listening back there, because boy, do I have quite a bit to say to you. You know, you remind me of someone Damien. Someone you may or may not have heard of, but this MAN, if you want to call him that, was an awful lot like you around here. He liked to talk a lot of crap and claimed he was going to do big things here in SCW but when it came down to it, he didn't. Damien, does the name Blade Alexander sound familiar to you?

The crowd boos even louder as Misty speaks the almost forgotten name of Blade Alexander. She nods, and turns around, walking back to the center of the ring.

Misty: Now, I will admit that Blade Alexander, he had a lot of potential. He was an arrogant prick, like you, but the fact is, he didn't work hard enough. He did the bare minimum in this place, and when he didn't get his way, he whined like the little bitch that he was and he left. On more than one occasion. Sound familiar Damien?

The crowd cheers Misty, and she smiles as she continues her verbal assault.

Misty: Now you're probably wondering why I'm out here attacking our very undeserving number one contender to the Heavyweight Championship...Yeah, I'll get to my explanation on why he doesn't deserve it in just a bit...Why, when Giani is going to beat the crap out of him in just a little while, am I choosing to come out here to verbally bash the guy in front of all you people? Well, because he did something Blade Alexander did quite often in his promos when he chose to bring my name into it and insult me, and I have every right to defend myself. You didn't think I was just going to ignore what you said about me Damien, did you? As much as it bored me to watch you spew your same self-centered bullshit in that promo of yours, I watched every minute of it, and the second you brought my name into it, you should have been regretting doing so, Damien.

Misty narrows her eyes, her expression almost changing into the dark look we had once seen from her, but not in quite a while.

Misty: Damien, where the hell do you get off thinking that I've had everything HANDED to me in this company...that I've had it easy? Listen here you self-centered disrespectful PRICK, I've worked my ASS off in this company since DAY ONE and everyone knows it! I wasn't handed a God-damned thing around here, but you sure as hell are expecting to be handed everything aren't you?

Misty's voice begins to get louder as she defends herself, and the crowd claps and cheers, encouraging her to continue.

Misty: Don't get me wrong, you show up for shows and spew out your trash talk and insults week in and week out, but you haven't done absolutely shit to deserve this shot at Giani tonight. I earned every single title shot...every single title reign...every achievement I have, unlike you. I never pussied out and faked a ridiculous knee injury just to get out of a tag team match I didn't want to be a part of. But you can't say the same, can you Damien?

Misty shakes her head before she continues.

Misty: Sure, I was thrown into some tag teams matches with people I didn't particularly like, but I walked into the match and still did what I do best. I kicked ass. You, Damien...You proved what a pathetic coward you really are and *air quotes* retired. Do you honestly think anyone believes a damn word you said, asshole? I sure as hell don't. You think that Giani got lucky winning the Heavyweight title? Buddy, you got lucky winning that Battle Royale last week, because had more people actually entered, someone more deserving would have walked away the winner. But, I've gotta admit, I'm kinda glad it worked out this way.

The crowd falls into a confused silence as Misty smiles and nods.

Misty: I'm glad because I get to watch Giani kick your ass all over this ring, Damien, and finally prove that you're not as high and mighty as you think you are. Too bad I can't step into the ring with you Damien because, face it, we both know I could kick your ass, too, but...we won't open up that can of worms. So, I'll just have to make due with watching Giani rip you apart and keep the Heavyweight Title right where it belongs....around his waist and in NXT.

Misty turns and looks to the backstage entrance one last time.

Misty: I've just about finished with my rant here. I think I've wasted enough air and words on someone who doesn't deserve it. But let me leave you with this Damien. I know you won't give a shit, but just so you know...You'll never be deserving of that belt in my eyes. You haven't earned my respect and you probably never will. Someone who *air quotes* retires when he doesn't get his way deserves to be at the bottom of the ladder, and Damien...that is where you should stay in my eyes. But, I'm sure my opinion doesn't matter to you right? Because I've had everything handed to me on a silver platter and I don't know what I'm talking about...I'd wish you luck tonight, Damien but even that wouldn't help you.

Misty then tosses the microphone down, as her music hits once again. She walks back up the ramp and disappears backstage as the crowd cheers her on.

By now, the fish bowl is stuffed with cash to the point of overflowing. Big B looks down at his friend who has his face laying across the shelf of the booth in a prone position. B shakes his head then looks up as the Sins approach the scene.

Shane: What's the matter Despy?

Despayre: I'm a chick magnet!

Shane snorts back a laugh as Synn looks down at his son and shakes his head.

Synn: Must be the new aftershave.

Justin: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT of the evening. This match will be a SANTA’s SLEIGH match and is for the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship!!!

All of the sudden the arena lights begin to flash colors of white, black, and silver as the opening guitar riffs to "This Is My Life" by Downstait began to fill the arena's speakers. Instantly there is a reaction from the fans in attendance and for the most part it is mostly positive with a few boos in the mix. Moments later Damien Kingston steps out onto the stage with a half cocked smirk looking out at the fans.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing to you at this time from New York City, New York. Weighing in at 238 pounds and is known as the self-proclaimed Man of Liberty, DAAAMMMIIIIENNN KIIIIINGGGSTON!

Damien has started making his way down the ramp. At the very bottom of it he stops and looks around at the fans there in attendance once again.

Adams: What exactly is a Santa’s Sleigh match?

Simone: It’s simple, the winner of this match will be the man who can dump his opponent into that sleigh at ringside.

That smirk of his seems to grow just a little bit as he nods his head seemingly okay with the reaction he is getting from them. That's when he takes a couple steps forward and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He steps through the ring ropes and quickly climbs the turnbuckle to the second rope.

Simone: Damien Kingston won the right to challenge for this SCW Heavyweight Championship by winning the battle royal last week. As always Damien Kingston is brimming with confidence, and he’s been lighting up twitter all week about how he is going to walk out tonight the new Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion!

Adams: Damien’s been on a roll lately, so you can’t really argue what he’s been saying.

Simone: It’s been a crazy couple of weeks here in Sin City as just last week The Saviors finally revealed themselves, taking out both the challenger and champion in devastating fashion!

He throws his hands up into the air and shouts at the top of his lungs getting the crowd behind him a little more. A few seconds later he gets down and walks to the opposite corner leaning against it waiting for his opponent to make their way out next with his music slowly fading out.


Justin: And his opponent...

“Wrecked” by Killbot blasts over the speakers. The fans immediately turn their attention to the entryway. A few cameramen file through the curtains.

Simone: Here comes the champ!

Justin: He is the current reigning, and defending Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion...

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.

Justin: Hailing from Seaside Heights, New Jersey. Weighing at 265 pounds... “The Italian Stallion” GIANI DI LUCAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

He sprints down the ramp, stopping at the bottom, spinning a complete 360 while leaping one one foot with his arms out at his sides. He comes to the head of the ring and jumps onto the ring apron before climbing under the top rope. He bounces from the ropes, then runs over to the far turnbuckle and raises his fist high in the air for his fans and camera crew. He leaps down and darts to the other side of the ring, working the crowd as he pats his NXT arm band. He jumps down and jogs in place.

Simone: Giani’s redemption tour is in full swing as of late. He’s back with NXT, waving the colors with pride. Getting back with NXT has paid dividends as he is on the top of the Sin City Wrestling mountain with the heavyweight championship title.

Adams: I liked him better before his little change of heart. He was an arse, but a funny arse.

Jasmine calls for the bell, and the match kicks off with a bang! Champion and challenger exchange a flurry of lefts and rights. Neither man is holding anything back, and swing wildly. Damien Kingston fires off a series of lefts which staggers the champion momentarily. Giani doesn’t back down and fires back with some vicious shots of his own. He mixes it up with a combination of right hands and stiff kicks to the side of Damien’s knee.

Simone: What a way to kickstart this championship match here tonight! The champion is not shying away from his gameplan by attacking the knee of his challenger, Damien Kingston. He obviously wants to take the speed advantage away from him as early as possible.

Adams: OH! What a shot!

Damien Kingston blindsides the champion with a beautifully placed spinning backfist. He connects perfectly with the chin of the champion, dropping “The Italian Stallion” to a knee. Damien Kingston follows up by propelling himself off the ropes, and delivering a running knee lift to the champion...

Simone: Damien connects with a huge...

Adams: NOOOO!!!

Giani Di Luca blocks the knee lift, and lifts Damien Kingston high in the air. He plants “The Man Of Liberty” firmly on his knee with a spine jarring atomic drop!

Simone: That folks is the strength advantage that the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion usually carries into each of his matches. Damien Kingston is definitely feeling the effects of being crotched across the knee of the champion!

Giani points to his NXT armband with pride and winds up! The champion follows up with a massive clothesline that sends Damien Kingston hard to the canvas. Giani takes a few steps back, springs off the ropes, and plants a knee to the head of his challenger. Damien Kingston rolls under the bottom rope to the safety of the outside.

Simone: Damien Kingston escapes to the outside to try to regroup.

Damien slams the mat in frustration. He paces back and forth on the outside. He kicks the ring steps in frustration before making his way back into the ring. The two men lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Each man struggles for the upper hand, but the challenger gets the upper hand by driving a knee into the midsection of the champion. Damien whips Giani Di Luca into the corner, sending him crashing hard into the turnbuckles. He rushes into the corner, and plants a foot to the side of the head of the champion with a step up enziguri.

Adams: Momentum is firmly turning to the favor of the challenger!

Damien Kingston locks the champion in a headlock, and yanks him out of the corner. He drives the head of the champion into the mat with a bulldog. Damien Kingston instinctively goes for a pinfall, but Jasmine St. John reminds him that the only way he can win is to put Giani Di Luca into Santa’s Sleigh. Damien wastes no time, and scales the turnbuckles. When he reaches the top rope he stares down momentarily at the prone body of Giani Di Luca on the canvas below. He leaps high in the air...

Simone: Damien’s airborne!

Damien flies through the air with an attempted legdrop, but comes up empty as Giani Di Luca rolls out of the way at the last possible second. Damien crashes ass first on the mat. Giani gets back to his feet with the encouragement of the crowd’s chant of “N-X-T! N-X-T! N-X-T!”

Simone: The champion is back to his feet, and is royally fired up with the help from everyone here pumping him up!

Giani Di Luca stalks Damien Kingston as his challenger gets back to his feet. Giani unloads a flurry of lefts and rights, rocking the challenger! Giani sends Damien hard to the far ropes with an irish whip, and then plants him with authority into the mat with a snap powerslam! Damien writhes in pain from the impact of the powerslam. Giani is quick to his feet. He hauls Damien back up to his feet. He lifts Damien high in the air for a powerbomb!

Simone: Giani Di Luca is firing on all cylinders right now!

Adams: Don’t count out Kingston!!!!

As Giani flips Damien up into the air, “The Man Of Liberty” locks his legs tightly around the champion’s neck and flips him over with lightning quick hurricanrana!

Simone: What a reversal by Damien Kingston! He just sent Giani Di Luca flying through the ropes, and to the floor with a hurricanrana! What a back and forth main event we’ve got here tonight! This is anyone’s game right now!

Giani Di Luca is slow to get to his feet as he crashed pretty hard. Damien pulls himself up with the assistance of the ropes. As Giani gets to his feet, Kingston uses the top rope to slingshot to the outside with a jaw dropping crossbody that sends both men crashing to the floor.

Simone: Neither man is holding back tonight! Damien Kingston is digging down deep to make the most of his championship opportunity.

Adams: The question is with all of these high risk moves that Damien is going for tonight, will it equal high reward also? Looks like they are taking a toll not only on Giani, but also Kingston himself.

Both men are slow to get to their feet, as the toll of these high impact moves are starting to show their effects. Giani and Damien each get to a knee. Both men snap a punch off, and both connect. They lock up and make their way back to their feet. Giani overpowers Damien Kingston and shoves him hard towards the ringpost. Damien is able to avoid hitting the ring post by stopping the impact with his hands. Giani charges, and Kingston sidesteps. He shoves the champion hard into the post, and there is a sickening thud of shoulder meeting steel.

Simone: Giani’s in trouble!

Adams: If Kingston gets after him, we could have a new champ!

Kingston grabs hold of the champion’s wrist and attempts to pull him hard into the post again. However, Giani shows his will, and strength yanking Kingston headfirst into the post! Kingston crumbles to the floor from the force of the impact.

Simone: What a show of strength by the heavyweight champion!

Giani Di Luca steps back from the ring post, and shakes out the arm that impacted the steel of the ring post. Damien Kingston staggers to his feet in a daze slowly unaware of his surroundings. Giani fires up, and yells to the crowd....


Giani snaps off a flurry of left handed jabs before drilling Damien Kingston with his patented right hook. Giani quickly grabs the arm of his dazed challenger. The crowd erupts with anticipation. Giani looks to the crowd, and then looks at Santa’s Sleigh. A smile comes across his face...

Simone: Damien’s going for the ride! The Jersey Turnpike into Santa’s Sleigh! This one is over! Giani Di Luca retains!

Justin: Here is your winner... and STILL Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion... GIANI DI LUCA!!!!

“Wrecked” by Killbot hits as Giani rolls back into the ring, and accepts his heavyweight title from Jasmine St. John. He looks at his title for a few seconds, and takes a deep breath. He raises it high in the air as the crowd goes absolutely nuts. Giani scales the turnbuckles, and poses with his title for the fans in attendance. He hops down, and heads to the opposite corner when suddenly... DARKNESS ENGULFS THE GOLD COAST CASINO!!

Strobe lights slice through the darkness.

The video wall goes dark and a spotlight illuminates the entrance.

Adams: HOLY SHIT!!!

Simone: NO WAY!!!


Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree raises a hand, and runs his thumb across his throat from right to left in the infamous cutthroat motion.

Simone: We haven’t seen Max Burke in over a month. The last time we saw him he was being dumped in a grave by The Saviors!

He points directly at Giani Di Luca’s heavyweight championship, and a cocky smirk appears on the face of Pro Wrestling’s Pedigree. Giani looks down at his title, and raises it again as Di Luca and Burke burn a hole through each other to close out Climax Control!

Thank You! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Derek, The Lord MK, Sam, Mike, Mercedes, Wong, Maggie, The Saviors, Simon Jones. Also a huge thanks to Vixen for the graphics and to all you great roleplayers. Have a very merry Christmas, happy holiday's and a very safe new year