The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Edge Nightclub in Reno, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage, clad in his sexy 'Chippendales' uniform of black spandex pants and matching boots, white collar with black tie and white cuffs. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at all of the fans filling the stands and the rows of seats around the ring itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Edge Nightclub in Reno, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling 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 steps out onto the stage, dressed in a leather catsuit with pictures of food on it. She sashays around the top of the stage as the performance begins!
Amanda: How come you're always such a fussy young man?
Don't want no Captain Crunch, don't want no Raisin Bran
Well, don't you know that other kids are starving in Japan
So eat it, just eat it (prrr)
Don't wanna argue, I don't wanna debate
Don't want to hear about what kind of food you hate ooh
You won't get no dessert 'till you clean off your plate
So eat it, don't you tell me you're full
Just eat it, eat it , eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it
Have some more chicken, have some more pie
It doesn't matter , it's broiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, ooh
Your table manners are a cryin' young shame
You're playin' with your food like it's some kind of game
Now, if you starve to death, you'll just have yourself to blame
So eat it, just eat it (prr)(burp)
You better listen, better do what you're told ooh
You haven't even touched your tuna casserole ooh
You better chow down or it's gonna get cold
So eat it
I don't care if you're full
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Open up your mouth and feed it
Have some more yogurt, have some more spam
It doesn't matter if it's fresh or canned
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it
Have a banana, have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you have for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
(hoh hoh hoh hoh hoh)
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
If it's gettin' cold, reheat it
Have a big dinner, have a light snack
If you don't like it you can't send it back
Just eat it, eat it, (woohoo) eat it, eat it
Get yourself an egg and beat it (oh lord)
Have some more chicken,(woohoo) have some more pie (woohoo)
It doesn't matter , it's broiled or fried
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Don't you make me repeat it (oh no)
Have a banana,(woohoo) have a whole bunch
It doesn't matter what you had for lunch
Just eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
The crowd cheers and applauds as the song comes to a close. Amanda prances around the stage for a fair few moments, blowing kisses and posing for photo ops before she vanishes backstage, behind the curtains.
Simone: Hello, and welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone
Adams: And I now have a Twitter account, follow me @JasonAdamsSCW so you must have worked out now, my name is Jason Adams.
Simone: What a show we have lined up for you tonight. Six big matches
Adams: Also, we've heard SCW has signed a few new talents, and they could show up tonight! So exciting!
Simone: We kick off tonight with an ACW championship match, as Drake Green is forced in to action once more as he squares off against the next in line picked by Hot Stuff Mark Ward, Cyrus King.
Adams: Cyrus might not have asked for this, but he's a dangerous man in the ring and he could end Drakes reign.
Simone: Traci Patterson is back in the ring tonight, team with SCW's superhero Roxi Johnson. Tonight's opponents are SCW's Bombshell Champion, Gothika and The Jersey Devil Diva, Joanne Canelli.
Adams: Roxi wants the Bombshell title back, and has something to prove being in the same ring as the champ.
Simone: Clash of the two former heavyweight champions tonight as Simon Jones and Goth go head to head.
Adams: Simon has been in a bad mood over Casey Williams, and Goth always seems angry. These two might have to keep their emotions in check if they wanna be the winner
Simone: One of the exciting teams in SCW are in action tonight as Ben Jordan and Jordan Williams step in the ring, but their opponents are the team that ended Sinful Obsessions long run as tag team champions, Blood Omen.
Adams: So can't wait to see Blood Omen back in action!
Simone: Casey Williams has the chance to put himself in the title picture tonight, as he goes one on one with SCW Heavyweight champion, Giani Di Luca in a non title match.
Adams: Casey could jump to the head of the line, above so many superstars if he can get the three count.
Simone: Tonight's main event is once again proving SCW showcase the Bombshell's on an equal level as The Bombshell Tag Team titles will be defended. Misty and Vixen were an unlikely team but the ladies of NXT have proved they can work. Tonight, they have a challenge in the form of the FoShan Bombshells.
Adams: This has all the marks of a classic show. So let's do this.
Rocky Mountains is seen backstage reading something when she is approached by Scott Oliver.
Scott Oliver: Did you know it is Vixen’s birthday and you will never guess what I got her for it.
Ms Rocky Mountains: You are probably right about me not guessing so what did you get her?
Scott leans forward conspiratorially and winks.
Scott Oliver: I just bribed Justin Decent to give her a lap dance. She’s gonna love it.
Ms Rocky Mountains: Oh I don’t think so Scotty. I think Spike might have an objection to that seeing as she is his fiancée. Besides, do you honestly think that Vixen is going to be looking to have a lap dance when she is defending her title tonight in the main event?
Scott looks horrified and begins to search wildly around for Justin then rushes off muttering something about stopping the dance. Justin steps out from behind the equipment that Rocky is leaning against and winks at Ms Mountains.
Justin Decent: Thanks Rocky, I owe you one.
Justin walks away with Rocky Mountains watching him go, licking her lips.
Ms Rocky Mountains: Oh you certainly do owe me one Justin…
The camera cuts to Drake Green’s dressing room. He’s standing in front of a tall mirror in his wrestling gear, taping up his wrists. A loud knock is heard on the door and Drake turns his head to shout at the door.
Drake: Come in!
He turns his head back toward the mirror to work on taping his other wrist when Barry Goldstein, wearing a dark gray pinstripe suit, comes pushing in through the dressing room door.
Barry: Showtime!
Drake: What’s up?
Barry: Not much I was just on my way to my seat when U found this pretty little thing walking around the halls…
Barry points to the door and in walks Jenny Green, wearing a plaid shirt and a pair of dark jeans.
Drake: Dude! What are you doing here?
Jenny walks up to Drake and gives him a big hug.
Jenny: Yeah, turns out some of the people I work with are pretty big wrestling fans. When they heard you were my brother they made me come out here with them so they could meet you.
Drake laughs.
Drake: Yeah, sure…drinks after the show?
Jenny: Yeah we saw this really cool place down by the-
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Three loud knocks interrupt Jenny and all three turn their heads to see who is at the door. Standing in the open doorway is SCW Co-Owner ‘Hot Stuff’ Mark Ward.
HS: Goldstein…Drake…
Barry: What’s up, Mark? I’m pretty sure the free buffet is two doors down so…
HS: Bollocks, and I thought this is where the all ya eat special was.
He smiles as he creepily looks Jenny Green up and down and then turns his attention toward the other people in the dressing room.
Drake: What do you want, Mark?
HS: I just thought I’d come over and wish me pal Dickey some good luck. He’s gonna need it tonight ya know. How them ribs?
Drake: They’re fine. Now if you don’t mind-
Hot Stuff cuts him off.
HS: Actually I do…mind that is. I mind that I have to pay ye twice what I pay anyone else to be here. I mind that I have to look at that piece of tin title that ye where around ya waist. I mind that a loser like you gets to parade himself around on me television show and call himself a champion.
Drake: You know what you gotta do, Ward. Just get in the ring with me yourself and take this title from me. That is of course…if your ‘bollocks’ can handle it…
Hot Stuff walks up close to Drake and smiles at him.
HS: Ye ain’t worth it Showtime.
Ward turns around and smiles at Jenny again as she turns her head away from him.
HS: Tootles gents…and lady.
Ward walks out as Drake slams his fist against the wall.
Justin: The following contest is for the ACW championship. Introducing first, the challenger.
The intro to “Walk With Me In Hell” begins to blare over the PA system and after the vocals start Cyrus comes out with his wife by his side.
Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by his wife Miranda. From Miami, Florida, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds, he is Cyrus King!
The two of them walk down to ringside until they reach the ring where Miranda hops on the apron first and sits on the middle rope to let her husband into the ring, Miranda taunts the crowd whilst Cyrus waits for his opponent.
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 Edge Nightclub crowd to get up on their feet and cheer.
Adams: What a better way to start off Climax Control tonight here in Reno than with Championship gold on the line...
Green, with a large smile, stands tall in long blue wrestling tights with three white stars on each leg and blue boots which have blue kick-pads on the front which have the “Male” symbol on them in white. He is wearing white wristbands and a black, skin tight, t-shirt with his “Male Symbol” logo on the front and “Man Of The People” written on the back. 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?
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy
#Burning down the house
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, smiling at Cyrus King as he walks by him. 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 Reno, Nevada!
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 Reno, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!
Crowd: SHOWTIME!
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.
Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!
Drake: The very first night I came out here to defend this title I mentioned that even someone like Cyrus King deserves a shot at this belt.
Crowd: BOO!
Adams: Such great sportsmanship by Mr. Showtime.
Simone: Give me a break!
Drake: No, no. I mean that. So tonight I want you to do me a favor and that's get as loud as hell and let Mark Ward know that ACW is in this mother fucking house! Now let's burn this bitch down!
Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!
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 makes eye contact with Cyrus as he waits for the bell to be rung.
Before the referee can call for the bell, "Midnight/Tornado" blast from the speakers and the fans boo as Hot Stuff Mark Ward appears, holding a folding chair.
Adams: This is not what Drake Green needs right now.
Hot Stuff walks towards the ring, and stops outside, unfolding the chair. Hot Stuff sits outside the ring, looking at Drake Green in the ring. Jacob Summers calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Drake Green moves in towards Cyrus King but Cyrus swings a hand and connects with the jaw. Drake stumbles back but Cyrus steps in and catches him again with another shot, knocking Drake to the canvas. Drake moves back to his feet and moves in to Cyrus, but Cyrus spins with a discus punch, knocking Drake down. Cyrus moves forward and pulls Drake viciously back to a vertical base and wraps his hands around Drake throat, picking him up two handedly and holds Drake in the air. He tosses Drake across the ring and Drake lands hard on his back. Hot Stuff cheers Cyrus on as he puts the boots to Drake, stomping on his back. Drake rolls over and Cyrus stomps on his chest and pulls Drake back to his feet. Cyrus picks Drake up and drops him with a backbreaker. Cyrus holds Drake on his knee and throws clubbing forearms across Drake chest. Cyrus drops Drake off his knee and stands up. Staying on the attack, Cyrus pulls him to his feet and holds him by the chin, before clocking him stiffly in the jaw and knocking Drake down. The fans boo Cyrus but Cyrus ignores them and pulls Drake back to his feet. He lifts Drae up in a vertical suplex and drops Drake down. Cyrus rolls on top of Drake and covers him. Jacob Summers counts...
1...
2....
Drake kicks out
Simone: Hot Stuff was hoping that would be it.
Adams: He's the only one in the area that would want that.
Drake tries to get back to his feet but Cyrus continues to attack. He clubs Drake on the back and whips him in to the ropes. As Drake comes back, he jumps in the air and catches Cyrus with a flying forearm, rocking the bigger man. Drake springs to his feet and charges past Cyrus from behind and catches him with a chopblock. Cyrus falls backwards and Drake gets back to his feet, looking down at the bigger man. Drake runs towards the ropes and jumps, springboarding backwards and crashing down with a springboard moonsault. Drake stays on top for the cover
1...
2....
Cyrus kicks out
Simone: Drake gaining momentum
.Drake gets to his feet and pulls Cyrus up with him. Drake moves in and lifts Cyrus with a huge scoop slam.
Adams: Wow! Drake lifting a man fifty pounds bigger than he is.
Drake stands next to Cyrus and jumps in the air and drops a big legdrop down on Cyrus' chest. Drake returns to his feet and pulls Cyrus back with him and moving behind him, lifting him over with a German suplex and crashing the bigger man to the canvas. Drake stands up, looking and Hot Stuff and mockingly wiping sweat from his forehead before giving Hot Stuff a thumbs up. Hot Stuff stands up yelling at Drake but Drake turns back to Cyrus, pulling him to his feet. Drake catches Cyrus on the jaw and pulls him towards the corner. Drake pulls himself on to the ropes at the turnbuckle and jumps off, planting Cyrus with a tornado DDT. Drake rolls Cyrus on his back and goes for the cover.
1...
2....
Cyrus forces a shoulder up
Simone: Drake came close there.
Adams: If he would have won then, I might have got on the table and did a little dance.
Drake pulls Cyrus to his feet, but Cyrus catches him in the gut with a quick punch before taking Drake by the head and charging him face first in to the turnbuckle. Cyrus holds Drake's head and runs it along the top rope. Cyrus leaves Drake hanging on the top rope and grabs hold of it, pulling it backwards and knocking Drake on to his back. Drake rolls on to his knees and Cyrus drags him to his feet. Cyrus lifts Drake in the air with a military press slam. He drops Drake on to his face but leans down and quickly pulls him back to his feet. He lifts Drake up and drops him down with a spinebuster. Cyrus rolls around and covers Drake, and Jacob Summers drops down for the count
1...
2....
Drake just kicks out
Adams: Cyrus was so close to becoming the ACW Heavyweight champion.
Cyrus steps back, waiting for Drake to get to his feet. As Drake does, Cyrus charges at him for a big boot, but Drake ducks out of the way and wraps his arms around Cyrus from behind and lifts him up with a belly to back suplex and crashes Cyrus to the canvas. Drake pulls Cyrus back to his feet and whips him off the ropes. As Cyrus bounces off the ropes, Drake ducks his head and lifts Cyrus over with a huge back body drop. Cyrus gets back to his feet and Drake jumps, attempting the Showstopper, but Cyrus catches Drake and lifts him over with a fishermans suplex.
Simone: Wow! Great reversal from Cyrus!
Cyrus returns to his feet, holding on to the top rope and waiting for Drake to get back to his feet. As Drake does get to his feet, Cyrus charges him and catches him wait a big boot to the side of the head. Drake drops to the canvas and Cyrus goes for the cover
1...
2....
Drake kicks out barely!
Adams: That nearly took Drake's head off.
Cyrus pounds the mat in frustration and he gets to his feet. Hot Stuff stands up and puts him thumbs down. Cyrus nods his head and turns back towards Drake.
Simone: I think Hot Stuff has called for the end.
Cyrus pulls Drake to his feet and pulls him in, double underhooking Drake's arms put Drake pulls free and lifts Cyrus over his shoulders, sending him crashing to the canvas. Cyrus rolls round and gets to his feet but as he does, Drake jumps up and nails him with the Showstopper!
Simone: Showstopper!
Drake pulls Cyrus quickly to his feet and underhooks both his arms. He lifts Cyrus and drops him on his head!
Simone: Show's Over!
Drake rolls Cyrus over and goes for the cover.
1...
2....
3!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match, and STILL ACW Champion.... Drake Green.
Simone: Drake's done it again!
Adams: No matter what Hot Stuff throws at him, Drake Green keeps going!
Jacob gives the ACW title back to Drake Green, but Hot Stuff slides in the ring behind Drake. As Drake turns around, Hot Stuff nails him with a superkick to the jaw!
Simone: Red Hot from Hot Stuff!
The fans boo as Hot Stuff signals to Justin Decent to give him a microphone. Justin does and Hot Stuff walks over to Drake, leaning over the fallen champion.
HS: I know your little knocked out arse can hear me Drake.
Hot Stuff leans down and slaps Drake across the face.
HS: You know that old phrase, if you want something done right, do it yourself?
Hot Stuff smirks
HS: At My Bloody Valentine Drake, I will be doing it myself.
Simone: Is he saying what I think he is?
Adams: It sounds like it.
HS: One on one Drake, I will end that little title run of yours, and show the world just who you are and what ACW is. A piss poor promotion, that employs the weak.
Hot Stuff stands up, dropping the microphone on Drake.
Simone: Hot Stuff Mark Ward Vs Drake Green at My Bloody Valentine!
Adams: I'm in shock!
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 break me down, but I won’t let you win.
You can call me out, but I know you’re a pretender.
You may think your god, but I know that I am sin!"
Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
“I am SIN! I am SIN!
I am SIN! I am SIN!
I won’t fucking buy it!
I never have and I never will!
Keep fucking trying!
I'm just waiting for the blood to spill!"
Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder.
Casey: Hey Giani, we meet again, and I will come at you like a wrecking ball. Nothing you can say will derail me from accomplishing my goal. When I defeat you, it will put me in line for a title shot, nothing you can say or do will prevent me from that goal. The only ones who can is the men in the office, who I heard hired my protégé, Andrew Garcia to a contract here in SCW. Hey kid, I wish you the best of luck, you are gonna need it. ”
The crowd boos Casey even louder as he drops the mic and walks to the back and “I.M.Sin“ hits the speakers.
COMING SOON to Sin City Wrestling...
Scott Oliver stands panting by a locker room with one hand on the wall as he tries to catch his breath.
Scott Oliver: He’s gonna kill me. Try to do something nice for Vixen and I am gonna die for it.
Behind him, a smirking Connor Murphy can be seen leaning against the wall with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. Beside him is Devlin Lefebvre who smirks and moves towards Scott.
Connor Murphy: Who’s gonna be killin’ ya?
Scott screams like a girl only to have Connor and Devlin each lay a hand on his shoulders.
Devlin Lefebvre: Whoa, slow down there boy. We ain’t going to hurt you.
Scott Oliver: Thank god! Wait, you are her brother…you can tell me what I should get her.
Devlin Lefebvre: Get her…get who?
Scott Oliver: Your sister. Her birthday was this week and I wanted to get her a gift. First I paid Justin Decent to give her a lapdance…But Spike might not like that so I have to find him and cancel that! So since you know her better, what do you think that I should give her for her birthday?
Connor gets a smirk on his face as Devlin straightens up and coughs importantly.
Devlin Lefebvre: Well, my sister is a big fan of the Toronto Maple Laffs…I mean Leafs and
Scott Oliver: Hockey? Really?
Connor Murphy: The girl’s got season tickets for the hometown team you know…
Scott nods like this means something to him. He lifts one finger for a moment then gets a confused look on his face.
Scott Oliver: Where am I going to get hockey stuff in Reno?
Devlin and Connor share a glance then smile at the interviewer.
Connor Murphy: Wish ya luck man.
Scott wanders off muttering to himself about the Maple Leafs as Devlin and Connor double over with laughter.
Devlin Lefebvre: Serves that hopped up little man for thinking Vix would want something from him.
Connor Murphy: Dev, the man’s got a crush I tell ya. But why did you tell him she loves the Leafs…she HATES them being the Senators fan that she is.
Devlin Lefebvre: I wasn’t going to tell him that.
The pair head towards the locker rooms and disappear around a corner.
Outside Edge Nightclub, a limousine pulls up. The driver quickly exits, and makes his way to the rear of the limo. He opens the door, and the camera pans up a pair of leather boots, and tight leather pants. Out steps Ruby, clad in a tonight black corset with red flowers on it. She is quickly followed by Pro Wrestling's Pedigree, Max Burke. Max is dressed to the nines tonight for Edge. He's sporting a pair of dark designer jeans, crisp white shirt with the top three buttons unbuttoned, and a black leather sport coat. They quickly make their way to the entrance, where they are greeted by one of the Edge's extremely large doormen.
Doorman: Names?
Burke: Seriously? Don't you have the night off for this event?
Doorman: Names?
Burke: Max Burke, and Ruby. We're with Sin City Wrestling's elite.
Doorman: You're not my list. Do you have tickets?
Burke: No, I do NOT have a damn ticket. Get Ward out here.
Doorman: Ward?
Burke: Oh good god! Hot Stuff Mark Ward. SCW Owner... ring a bell bub?
Doorman: Watch your tone sir. You don't want to do this the hard way.
Burke: You obviously do not know who you are dealing with here. Get on you goddamn little earpiece there, and tell Mark Ward his most valuable asset is here. I have the night off, but we're here to the enjoy the show. Mark knows we were coming, and we have full backstage access as SCW stars. Call it in big guy.
The doorman turns his back on Max and Ruby. He talks quietly for a few moments, before turning back to Max and Ruby.
Doorman: You're cleared. Sorry about that Mr. Burke. They didn't update the list.
Burke: It's okay bub. You can only work with what you got. Just make sure it doesn't happen again.
Max slips the doorman a few bills on his way by. As soon as they enter Edge, they are greeted by the voluptuous Pussy Willow. She's dressed in a slinky, sparkly silver dress. She inches closer to Max, as Ruby shoots a death stare at SCW's favorite reporter.
Willow: Max, can I get a quick word?
Ruby: No, you may not. We're here to enjoy the show. It's our night off.
Willow: Max?
Ruby: Listen, are you deaf? We have the night off. Excuse us.
Willow: Max?
Ruby: Pussy! Really? Pussy has nine lives right? Want to lose them all tonight? Move.
Max and Ruby brush past Pussy Willow to make their way into the venue. Max just chuckles as Ruby gives him a quick punch on the arm.
Burke: What?
Ruby: You know what.
Simone: It's time for the first of two Bombshell tag team matches, Jason, and this one has the potential to be explosive.
Adams: How many times are we going to see Gothika and Roxi face off?
Simone: I'm guessing this isn't the last time we'll see the two go toe to toe, Jason. Roxi is determined to get the Bombshell title back and she'll face Gothika as many times as it takes I'm sure.
Justin: Ladies and gentleman, our next match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Bombshell tag team match!
Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet.
Justin: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by her sister Katie...Weighing in at 143lbs from Dallas, Texas...TRACI PATTERSON!
With that Traci and Katie walk out from behind the curtain. 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 while she waits in one corner for her partner and opponents to enter.
"Outsider" then begins to play over the PA system.
Justin: And introducing her partner this evening. Weighing in at 132lbs from Tampa, Florida...Please welcome ROXI JOHNSON!!
Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience. As her music dies down, she jumps down from the turnbuckle, joining Traci as the two start to talk things over.
Simone: So far these two seem to be getting along. They need to talk strategy if they want to beat Gothika and Joanne.
Adams: As if Roxi needs strategy? She's beaten Gothika before.
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.
Justin: Introducing next weighing in at 135lbs..from Jersey Shore, New Jersey...The Jersey Devil Diva...JOANNE CANELLI!
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.
Simone: Joanne is moving up in the ranks here in SCW. She may be teaming with Gothika tonight, but she may just get a shot at the champion in the near future.
They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, , talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring. Joanne heads over to her corner, glaring across the ring at Roxi and Traci.
The lights go out and eerie organ music starts to play softly accompanied by the screech of a raven. On the videotron, a large full moon covers the screen, and the silhouette of a bat flies forward and changes into the shadowy silhouette of a woman.
Justin: And her partner...Weighing in at 165lbs. From Detroit, Michigan. She is the reigning SCW Bombshell Champion...GOTHIKA!!
'So soft and so tragic
As a slaughterhouse.
You press the knife
Against your heart.
And say,
"I love you, so much you must kill me now."
I love you
So much
You must kill me now.'
The beat of the music suddenly kicks in as the lights start to pulse blood red, and the silhouette reveals itself to be Gothika standing on the stage.
Adams: If ever there was a woman to fear on the roster, she's the one!
Simone: I can think of at least one Bombshell that would strongly disagree with you on that one, Jason.
'If I was your vampire,
Certain as the moon,
Instead of killing time,
We'll have each other
Until the sun.
If I was your vampire,
Death waits for no one.
Hold my hands
Across your face,
Because I think
Our time has come.'
The lights go back to normal and she stands there unmoving, almost cold and emotionless for a few moments, then she throws her fist in the air as she hisses at the crowd, baring her fangs before she walks slowly down the ramp towards the ring. She slides under the bottom rope, and slithers to the middle of the ring before she climbs to her feet. She then climbs a turnbuckle, throws her fist into the air, hissing at the crowd again. She jumps down and goes across the ring to the other turnbuckle and throws her fist in the air again, hissing at the crowd. She then slowly climbs down and leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.
On the opposite side of the ring, Traci and Roxi discuss which of the two of them will start things off, and after deliberating for a minute or so, Traci steps through the ropes, standing out on the ring apron. Roxi glares across the ring at Gothika, pointing at her, demanding she start things off. Referee Drew Patton orders Joanne and Gothika to figure things out, Gothika stares at Roxi as Joanne tries to talk to her, but her words fall on deaf ears, and Drew finally calls for the bell, and Roxi charges across the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Simone: Roxi's going straight for Gothika! She wants the Champion right off the bat!
Adams: Looks like Gothika has other plans.
Gothika quickly steps through the ropes and jumps down to the floor below, looking at Roxi with an evil smile on her face and shaking her head. Roxi growls in frustration as she leans against the ropes, focusing on Gothika, when Joanne catches her off guard with a hard right forearm to the back! Roxi arches her back and spins around, leaning against the ropes. Joanne takes a hold of her arm, then irish whips her across the ring.
Simone: Gothika knew exactly what she was doing just there. Love her or hate her, she's one smart cookie.
Adams: Cookie? I like cookies, but she's no cookie, Simone!
Roxi bounces off the opposite side of the ropes and rebounds back. She ducks a clothesline attempt by Joanne and when she connects with the other set of ropes, she is met by a kick to the back from Gothika who has returned to her corner. Roxi holds her back and spins around, glaring at Gothika, but Gothika holds her hands up innocently. Drew Patton warns the champion not to do that again, and she smiles, agreeing.
Simone: Lots of bad blood still between these two. Who knows what it's going to take to put an end to this feud.
Adams: Don't say blood around Gothika...that's a bad omen.
Joanne grabs Roxi by the hair, yanking down and sending the former champion down to the canvas. Roxi holds her head as it bounces off the canvas, and Joanne takes the opportunity to step through the ropes and climb to the top turnbuckle. She wastes no time and flies off the top turnbuckle, but Roxi moves out of the way at the last second.
Simone: Ouch! Joanne just attempted the flying body press, but Roxi noticed before it cost her and now Joanne is paying the price.
Adams: But I think Roxi is still seeing stars after that whiplash maneuver. She needs to make a tag.
Simone: Both women do, Jason.
Over in her corner, Traci is stomping her foot, trying to get Roxi to tag her in. Meanwhile, Gothika is just standing in her corner watching. She's not doing so much as encouraging Joanne for the tag, but she has her eyes locked on Roxi, waiting to see what she does.
Adams: Now would be the time to strike, Gothika. What is she doing?
Simone: Who knows what is going on inside that woman's head, Jason. I sure as hell wouldn't want to know.
Roxi finally manages to shake the last few stars away from her vision and she turns around, trying to get to Traci. Joanne has made it back to her feet, and she grabs Roxi by the ankle in an effort to stop her from making the tag. Roxi quickly reverses it as she hops to her free leg and kicks Joanne hard in the stomach, sending her across the ring and into her corner. Roxi dives and makes the tag and Traci quickly steps through the ropes. Just as she does this, Gothika takes the opportunity to tag herself in, and she goes after Traci.
Simone: What the hell? What is going on with Gothika today?
Adams: I think she's avoiding Roxi for whatever reason.
As the two fresh Bombshells charge at one another, Gothika gets the upperhand as she spears Traci to the canvas and hooks the leg. Drew drops down for the count.
1..
2...Traci gets the shoulder up!
Adams: Why do people think a simple spear would end the match?
Simone: When it's as powerful as that one was, it wouldn't surprise me if it worked, Jason.
Both Joanne and Roxi are now back to their feet in their corners, watching the events in the ring. Roxi isn't too happy, but she waits patiently, regaining her composure. Gothika, meanwhile pulls Traci back to her feet by her long blonde locks and she delivers a vicious uppercut. She sets Traci up for a powerbomb, glaring at Roxi the entire time, but Traci counters it, lifting the larger Gothika up and over in a back body drop. Traci quickly sends herself against the ropes, rebounding with a diving elbow. Traci then drops down, locking in a cross arm bar submission hold on the champion. Gothika screams out in pain and Drew drops down asking if she wants to give up.
Simone: Not sure where that move came from, but the champion is in a world of hurt right now.
Adams: Yeah, but I don't think Traci realizes how close to the ropes they are, Gothika could...Nevermind.
Gothika quickly looks around and, seeing how close to the ropes they are, she pulls herself over to them, grabbing a hold of the bottom rope. Drew orders Traci to release the hold, but Traci refuses and locks the hold in tighter. Roxi watches on with a smile, and Drew quickly begins his mandatory count.
1..2..3..4
Simone: It's about time. Traci almost got her and Roxi disqualified.
Adams: Roxi doesn't seem to care. She wants Gothika to be in as much pain as possible judging by the look on her face.
Simone: True, but she wants to be the one to inflict that pain, Jason.
Traci rolls away and gets back to her feet, as Gothika holds on to the ropes, shaking her arm and trying to get feeling back in it. She pulls herself back to her feet, and Roxi is stomping her foot and yelling at Traci to make the tag. Traci grabs a hold of Gothika's hair, dragging her over to her and Roxi's corner. She tags in Roxi, and Roxi wastes no time jumping through the ropes.
Adams: Here we go! Roxi finally gets another shot at the champion.
Simone: Who knows for how long, though Jason.
Roxi delivers a hard boot to the stomach, keeping the champion pinned into the corner. She follows it up with a serious of hard shoulder shots to the midsection, then steps up to the second rope, grabbing a hold of Gothika's head. Roxi looks around the crowd, and they start to count along with her as she delivers a series of right punches to the temple.
1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..
Roxi hesitates right before she gets to ten, and this gives Gothika a quick second to think. Gothika grabs a hold of Roxi's pants, then steps away from the corner turnbuckle, sending Roxi down to the canvas in a nasty powerbomb! But Gothika is still seeing stars herself as she loses her balance and falls to her knees. Joanne and Traci are both trying to encourage both women to make the tag, but Gothika is the only one making any sort of movement. Roxi is flat on the canvas, seemingly out of it.
Simone: Somebody needs to do something here. Gothika could have easily gone for the pin attempt after that move.
Adams: I think she has other plans, Belinda. She's licking her chops!
Gothika is standing, very unsteadily, over Roxi. She's looking down at the superhero, licking her lips with only one thing on her mind...Blood! She reaches down, pulling her back to her feet as both women are unsteady. Gothika keeps her eyes locked on Roxi's neck, and the pulsing vein. Joanne shouts at Gothika to pay attention, but Gothika is almost in a trance.
Adams: I think I'm going to be sick.
Simone: You and me both, Jason. Where is a bucket when we need it?
Just as Gothika is about to strike, Roxi comes to and she headbutts the champion, sending her stumbling back. She delivers a standing dropkick, and Gothika stumbles back further against the ropes, right by her tag partner, and Joanne tags herself in. Joanne climbs to the top turnbuckle, and just as Roxi gets back to her feet, Joanne flies off the turnbuckle, delivering a flying crossbody. She gets back to her feet, pulling something out of her pocket.
Adams: What does she have? What is that?
Simone: Uh oh...I think I know what we're about to see, Jason.
Gothika isn't too happy about Joanne tagging herself in, and just as the champion is about to do something about it, Drew tries to hold her back, ordering her out of the ring. This gives Joanne the distraction she needs as she slides a pair of brass knuckles over her right hand as Roxi gets back to her feet. Traci tries to get her to tag her back in, but Roxi spins around and is hit with a Power of the Punch!
Simone: Kiss the Rings! Joanne just hit Roxi with Kiss the Rings!
Adams: And she's hiding the evidence.
Roxi collapses to the canvas as Joanne slides the brass knuckles back in her pocket. She drops down for the cover just as Drew spins around and drops down for the count.
1!
2!
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Ladies and gentleman, your winners via pinfall...Joanne Canelli and Gothika!!!
Drew raises Joanne's hand and when Gothika stops through the ropes, he also raises hers. Gothika looks down at a now unconscious Roxi, grinning, before she yanks her hand away from Drew and exits the ring without another word to Joanne. Joanne watches her, but raises her arm proudly as the crowd boos viciously.
Simone: It wasn't an easy pairing, but Joanne managed to pull of the victory.
Adams: And Roxi managed to save her neck at the last second, though she couldn't save her team.
Simone: Like I said, Jason...I don't think this was the final encounter between those two.
”Hello Kitty” by Avril Lavigne plays over the public address as the fans look over to the entryway. The ring crew rolls out the runway in quick fashion, causing the fans to boo loudly. As a technical hiccup, the music restarts itself again, as pink lights overtake the stage. A light mist comes up from under the runway as white laser lights flash across the stage, the Hello Kitty logo spinning on the runway. The crowd boos even louder as Angelica pushes her way through the curtains. She is wearing a white dress with the Hello Kitty pattern over it. The dress comes down to her bejeweled pink shoes. The top of the dress is corseted with lace straps and sheer white sleeves, strategically torn as they come down over her middle fingers. Her hair is pulled up and partially covered by an oversized pink bow with a large Hello Kitty head. She carries a pink purse with a black and red stripe down the middle and has three whiskers painted on each side of her face, but her emerald eyes seem rather vacant as she takes a few firm steps forward, looking up at the rafters rather than to acknowledge the audience.
Simone: The word on Twitter is that we were going to see something extreme tonight, but all I’m seeing is Disney Princess invades Japan…
Adams: Way too much fabric for my tastes. You can’t even see her perfectly toned arse…
Angelica stops, cupping her hand as she slithers it up into the air, classic princess style. She holds this pose as Delia comes out behind her. Delia’s blonde hair is molded into large pointy ears on the sides. The same whisker pattern is painted on her face, along with large black circles around her closed eyes. Her outfit is a lot less intricate than Angelica’s, as it is nothing more than an oversized white Hello Kitty shirt stretching down to her red sequined shoes, adorning a Hello Kitty buckle on the outsides. She holds her purse that matches Angelica’s up into the air. She joins Angelica a few steps ahead, lightly yawning as she clasps her hands together at the side of her face. Angelica’s eyes slowly wander over to Delia and she rolls her eyes.
Adams: That’s almost too much Kitty on that runway.
Simone: That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you complain about that, Jason…
Angelica taps her chin as she gives Delia a light shove. Delia opens her eyes and snaps her fingers, shouting at Angelica without making a sound. Angelica reaches over and gives Delia’s shirt a hard yank, ripping it off of her to reveal a sleeveless red polka dotted dress that barely goes down to Delia’s thighs, with a high black belt and a Kitty logo on the bottom left side. Tracing down from her knees to her pumps are red and black horizontally striped socks with Kitty’s on the outsides. Delia looks completely appalled and offended as she grits her teeth. She rips at the bottom portion of the puffy dress to reveal tight pink hot pants with a giant Kitty emblem on the back. Angelica looks horrified as she turns slightly to let us see the cat claws reaching from under the shorts, gripping her perfect bottom. She covers her mouth and then shrugs her shoulders.
Simone: Speechless, Jason?
Adams: Uuu… B-b…
Simone: Me too, but for a different reason, I’m sure. I just don’t know what to say about this. Something about their snide attitudes just seems to get under my skin that way.
Both ladies lock their hands like BFF’s and they strut forward, heading toward the ring like panthers stalking their prey, purses in opposing hands as they go. Angelica wears the bottom portion of her dress as a cape that flaps behind her as she goes. They come to the ring, pausing at the ropes before stretching their long legs over the middle rope. They hold their bent over pose for a moment, giving the fans a nice view before getting inside of the ring. Angelica walks over to the edge to get a microphone. While she is there, she has a strange request, asking for a steel chair along with it. Justin pauses for a moment before obliging. Angelica blows him a kiss while Delia simple stands like a statue in the center of the ring, a bit of a smirk on her face as the boos reign down on her. Angelica brings the chair to the center of the ring, opening it up as the music fades out. She stands there smiling sweetly as she looks around at the audience.
Angelica: Ladies and gentlemen… Wow, that sounds so wrong coming from me, doesn’t it Delia darling? We both know that’s a bold faced lie…
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Angelica: SHUT UP! How dare you… HOW DARE YOU look at the face of fashion with such… such… ignorance!
Angelica continues to berate the audience, but before she can get out another word, Delia snatches the microphone from Angelica. The crowd continues to taunt the two Mean Girls, and Angelica shrieks at them, waving her hand around as a little bit of her “ghetto” tries to come out. Delia bats her lashes at Angelica, the corners of her lips lifting up slightly as she enjoys the show before returning her attention to the audience, speaking in a normal yet commanding tone.
Delia: Have you not heard z’e expression “Ignorance is bliss”, darling? Z’is must be z’e happiest group of people in z’e entire world…
Crowd: YOU GUYS SUCK! YOU GUYS SUCK! YOU GUYS SUCK!
Delia: Darlings… Darlings!? Z’is hasn’t worked z’e last 3 shows, so what makes you s’ink z’is will work now? Besides, only she who is guilty of *air quotes* sucking… would take offense to z’is. A locker room full of whores, maybe, but not ladies of class such as us. The only respectable Bombshells backstage… one of z’em admits she is z’e whore. And z’e other one took z’e title from her last week. For z’is reason, I will not wrestle for z’is company. Las Vegas promised me a cultured audience who might appreciate my charity, but z’is has been proven to be z’e lie. Until I see some-s’ing worth my time, I will continue to be but a model, and make more money z’an any *air quotes* champion backstage.
Simone: More of the same garbage she was spewing on Twitter the last few days. What makes her think she is so special as to deserve the pedestal that she is on?
Adams: What? Yeah, her arse is looking nice tonight…
Delia: I have allowed you to take up too much of my precious time already. Angelica, darling? Would you please address z’ese imbeciles for me? I have grown bored of them…
The crowd continues to rain down boos on them, some throwing trash at them. Angelica purses her lips angrily as she gently takes the microphone from Delia, immediately raising it to her lips.
Angelica: As much as we would love to sit out here and listen to you sheep go on about what is or isn’t in our mouths… let’s cut the bullshit and get down to the real reason we’re still standing here. As I said last week, we are waging a war on ignorance and ugliness. Last week was a lesson in education, which obviously fell on deaf ears… This week, we are looking for the most hideous woman in the audience to paint up like a pretty girl! Whoever is chosen will get to hang out with us… for the rest of the night!
Simone: Ohhh, how generous of you…
Angelica smiles sweetly as she begins scanning the audience, shielding her eyes from the stage lights. She gasps into the microphone and points over in one direction. Delia follows her gaze, but before she can answer, Angelica gasps even louder, pointing over to the left a little more. Delia whispers, conferring with Angelica who nods her head. They both start to look a little frustrated now as Angelica mumbles into the microphone.
Angelica: Jesus H. Christ, you ladies are making this one a VERY difficult decision… Hmmmm… O M F G Dealz… I think I found our winner…
Angelica slowly points in one direction as disdain takes over her voice. Delia studies the person from afar and then gives Angelica a nod, a look of pity overtaking her face as she does. Angelica comes over to the far end of the ring and points someone out in the third row back.
Angelica: You in the polka dot sweater. Ohhh honey, what were you thinking? Come here mama…
Angelica waves frantically as she looks as if she might almost cry. The camera moves over to see a woman in her late 30’s working her way through the crowd. She has her hair pulled back in a plain tail with a high sparkling belt. She looks almost offended, but looks appreciative as the audience cheers for her. She climbs over the barricade and jogs over to the ring steps. She comes inside the ring and Angelica gives her a light hug, careful not to let it linger too long before guiding her along to the chair. Both Mean Girls unzip their purses pulling out various cosmetic tools. They wipe her face clean before pulling out their pallets.
Angelica: Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to do your make up in the dark? Ronald McDonald is not a good person to model your look after, either sweetie…
Angelica pats her face with some foundation quickly while Delia takes to the eyes. The woman pulls away, muttering something to Angelica who narrows her eyes in return. She pats the woman’s face extra hard with the powder, causing it to cloud around them. The woman shoves both of their hands away as she tries to get up. Delia shoves her back into the chair forcefully, shouting in French at her. Angelica takes a few steps back and smacks the other side as hard as she can with the powder. The audience boos them as the woman tries to fight her way out of the chair. Angelica holds the woman down as Delia slaps her repeatedly, the last one knocking the chair over.
Simone: Oh, now this is just sickening.
Adams: Maybe certain PEOPLE will think before they tell these ladies to step it up, yeah?
Angelica lays in a few boots for good measure before mounting the woman, taking lipstick and scribbling it over the ladies face as she screams. Delia smears eye shadow around her eyes, getting some in them as she screeches. Security comes down the runway quickly, pulling the two girls away. Security helps the poor woman up as she frantically cries. Angelica sadistically laughs, microphone still in her hand. She lifts it up as security drags her over to the ropes.
Angelica: We just served you some Misty slash Amy Marshall RE-AL-NESSSS SWEETHEART!!!
Angelica drops the microphone, shrugging security off of her. Delia does the same as they snap their fingers in the air. “Hello Kitty” by Avril begins playing as both ladies walk up the runway just as fierce as they did on their way back. They blow kisses to the audience before being pushes through the curtains by security.
Striding proudly towards the NXT locker room, Scott Oliver is hugging a bear that is the blue and white of the Toronto Maple Leafs. Turning the last corner, he runs smack into Jamie Staggs who pushes him backwards and shoots him a confused look.
Jamie Staggs: Aren’t you a little old to be playing with dolls?
Scott gives him a glare then tilts his head back to prove he is above debating something like this with Jamie Staggs.
Scott Oliver: It’s a bear. Duhhhhh
Jamie looks at the bear then towards the locker rooms where he sees Despayre and Angel walking out of their locker room.
Jamie Staggs: That is a bear, and that is a toy.
Jamie reaches for it only to have Scott Oliver try to twist and turn to prevent him from grabbing it. Unsuccessful, Scott moans as Jamie yanks it out of his arms. Giving him a look of disgust, Jamie just raises an eyebrow.
Jamie Staggs: A hockey bear? Who’s this fo…wait a minute. You got this bear for Vixen I bet right? She’s the only one that I know that digs hockey. But dude, she is gonna kick your ass for getting this one since she hates this team.
Scott Oliver: But her brother said she loves them.
Slumping onto an equipment box, Scott sniffles dejectedly as Jamie slumps beside him.
Scott Oliver: I just thought that I should get her something because I lo…like her. You know like peanut butter and dill pickles…
Jamie just groans. Sighing, he gets to his feet and grabs Scott by the collar and picks him up.
Jamie Staggs: Come with me dude, we need to talk. If you are going to get anything for Vixen, you want it to totally surprise her. And I have just the idea…
The pair walks off talking. Moments later both are seen standing in the kitchen area of the nightclub. Standing at the counter, Jamie impatiently calls out to Oliver who comes out and stands in front of Jamie who fights the snicker that is trying to escape.
Jamie Staggs: Dude…she is going to love it
Scott Oliver: Are you sure man? I mean I ain’t ashamed of the bod you know.
Jamie Staggs: Yeah, you just work that and Vixen will be fallin’ at your feet.
A loud cough is heard from the doorway where both men turn to find Spike Staggs standing leaning against the door jamb, his arms crossed over his chest as he glares at Scott and Jamie. Scott doesn’t look as Jamie gets a large smile on his face.
Jamie Staggs: Scro…what are you doin’ here.
Spike Staggs: I could ask you the same thing.
Scott Oliver: Dude, don’t worry, I am only doing this for Vixen for her birthday
Spike glares at him, straightening up in disbelief as Scott turns, his hands moving to cover his nipples as he realizes just who he had responded to.
Spike Staggs: Doin’ WHAT?
It finally penetrates Scott’s awareness that Spike isn’t too happy with the idea.
Scott Oliver: Jamie said that she would love the show…
Jamie Staggs: Scott, dude…I got two words for ya. Ya just got D*cked!
Scott pales as Spike continues to glare at the pair. Grabbing for his clothes, Scott makes his getaway as the scene fades out.
*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!*
“Wrecked” by Killbot blasts over the speakers. The fans immediately turn their attention to the entryway, cheers ringing throughout the club. A few cameramen file through the curtains, getting in position down the ramp, so to get the perfect angle. There is a slight pause as the anticipation grows.. Giani shoves his way through the curtains, proudly displaying the Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist, immediately throwing a fist in the air and the fans erupt into a deafening chorus of cheers. Giani lowers his arm and walks to the right side of the stage. He looks around at all of the screaming fans, throwing his fist in the air once again, pumping it for the fans. He gives the crowd one last scan before moving over to the left side of the stage, doing the same thing. He comes to the ramp once again, pumping his fist as the crowd mimics his actions. Giani nods his head before throwing his arms out to the side. He supplies his own blast of pyros that rain down on him as he slowly turns around, basking in it. Giani dashes down the aisle, slapping hands with the right side of the audience as he goes. He stops at the bottom of the ramp as if something has just hit him. He turns around and walks back to the top of the ramp, inspiring confusion with the audience. He taps his chin before turning around, a wide smile on his face. He bolts down the ramp once more, this time slapping hands with the fans on the left side of ramp. When he gets to the bottom of the ramp, Giani turns around and points to both sides, nodding his head with a wide smile. He takes a dash around the entire ring, slapping hands with the fans, stopping only at the announcers table. He climbs on top of it, unbuckling his belt as he holds it up high in the air. The fans erupt once more as he hoists it up as high as he can.
Simone: Another up close and personal look at our champion, Jason...
Adams: And yet again… I might be scarred for life now...
Giani jumps down from the table as he gallops around to the other half of the audience. Once he finishes his round, he jogs up the ring steps, taking his time as he gets inside of the ring. He places the Heavyweight belt upon his shoulders and then he takes the time to go to each of the six turnbuckles, ascending them and throwing his fist in the air, pumping away. The fans get into the fist pumping as well. Once Giani finishes his last turnbuckle, he jogs around the ring, getting himself pumped up. He bounces from the ropes before he pats his NXT arm band. He walks over to the ropes, retrieving a microphone from Justin Decent. He takes in a deep breath as he looks around to the fans, a genuinely happy smile on his face. He is about ready to speak when the crowd erupts into a chant.
Crowd: ITALIAN STALLION! NXT! ITALIAN STALLION! NXT! ITALIAN STALLION! NXT!
Giani tilts his head back and lets out a roar into the microphone.
Giani: HELLLLLLOOOOO REEEEEENOOOOO!
Crowd: *POP*
Giani: I come out here tonight cause it’s my job to keep the fans entertained. As YOUR Sin City Wrestling HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… it is my responsibility to push the talent to new heights. It ain’t enough that I stomp every challenger that comes my way. Nope… See, tonight I realized somethin/… My Bloody Valentine is streamin’ live on scwrestling.net on February 2nd, and I STILL don’t have a challenger. The fudge?
Simone: Self censorship… Somebody is trying to be a good role model…
Giani shrugs his shoulders as he circles around the ring, shaking a bit to make his point more dramatic. He shakes his head in dismay as he comes to a halt in the center of the ring.
Giani: Now, let’s run down a list of possibilities here… I heard a rumor that Kain could be my challenger, but let’s face it… I already embarrassed the kid a time or two in the past. But hey… people can change, right? Still, I clawed my way to the top. I paid my dues. I earned the number one Contendership to that belt. The last win Kain had was by disqualification when Simon Jones knocked the shit outta him with a steel chair. But let’s not forget that massive stare down on the last Climax Control of 2013 after I annihilated Damien Kingston… Max Burke come down here last week runnin’ his mouth about how he was gonna take this belt from me. Good luck, bro… But again, ya didn’t earn shit dawg. Since I won, nobody around here seems to care about themselves. I know I set a pretty high bar, but still… I NEED COMPETITION!
The crowd cheers as Giani spatters into the microphone. He stops and holds the belt up high in the air to keep the cheers coming. The light shines off of the belt as he slowly turns around in a circle.
Giani: One way or another, I’m gonna defend this belt at My Bloody Valentine. Even if I hafta choose my own opponent, I’m gonna do it. So here’s what’s gonna happen. I challenge every single man employed by Sin City Wrestlin’ to come out here next week and tell me why I should give ya the time of day. I wanna know that this division isn’t dead inside, cause right now, it’s lookin’ like it needs a bit of resuscitation. I don’t care if the entire SCW male roster fills up this ring, I wanna hear why ya think I should step in the ring with ya for the biggest prize in the game!
Simone: The champ is taking a proactive role in making sure that the challenger for his title is decided soon.
Adams: I gotta say, that’s pretty impressive. Any man on the roster could be facing Giani Di Luca at My Bloody Valentine. It’s so exciting!
Giani drops the microphone to the mat as a look of determination comes over his face. “Wrecked” by Killbot plays over the speakers as Giani slowly circles the ring, getting the fans behind him. Giani continues around the ring, working the turnbuckles as we fade to the back.
Justin: The next match is scheduled for one fall…
The intro of “Simon Says” By Drain STH plays over the arena’s PA system, prompting Simon Jones to walk through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans on either side of the aisle.
Justin: Introducing first, from Birmingham...weighing in at 225 pounds…Simon Jones!
After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, then steps through the ropes, and as he does so he glances to his left, then to his right, before walking to the side of the ring closest to the camera and pausing to look out at the crowd. Simon then turns around and walks towards the opposite side of the ring, but before he reaches the ropes, he turns to his right and heads for the corner of the ring, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle, to further cheers and applause from the fans.
Justin: And his opponent…
Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring; he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress, follows him to the ring.
Justin: From the Netherlands…weighing in at 239 pounds…Goth!
Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and he stares down his opponent.
Adams: This match should be on a Supercard, Belinda.
Simone: For once Jason I actually agree with you. Two former SCW Heavyweight Champions going at it live on Climax Control! Adams: Gotta love it!
DING! DING! DING!
Adams: A hard right hand from the bigger Goth to get things started.
Goth grabs Simon by his chin with his left hand and then brings his right hand across his face with an open hand slap.
SMACK!
Crowd: WOO!
Goth grabs Simon again by the chin but this time he delivers a closed fist to the top of Jones’ head, which sends him back first on to the canvas. Goth smiles sinisterly and taunts the crowd as Simon crawls over toward the rope. Jones grabs the second rope and pulls himself up but as he turns around he is met with a nasty looking kick in the gut that sends him right back down to the mat. Goth grabs the top rope, and begins to mud hole stomp on the chest and face of Simon Jones
Simone: Simon better do something quick or the Gothic one may put him away in a hurry. He picks Jones up by his arms and scoops him up in to a slam. He immediately drops an elbow on to the chest of Jones and then goes for the cover as St. John drops down to the mat for the count.
One!
Two!
Adams: And a kickout in two by the former World Champion, Simon Jones.
Goth gets up quick and kicks Simon in the face, sending a loud smack through the venue. He gets up and taunts the crowd.
Crowd: BOO!
Goth walks back over and picks Simon Jones up off of the mat. He whips him hard in to the corner and as he bounces out, Goth nails a boot to the face that sends Simon so hard down on to the mat that Jones is knocked out.
Adams: He just kicked him right in the face!
Simone: You’re so observant, Jason. Adams: Thanks! My mom says so too.
Goth drops down to the mat and goes for the cover, hooking the leg. Jasmine St. John drops to the mat and starts her count.
One!
Two!
Thr…
Adams: No!
Simone: He got his shoulder up! I don’t know how he did that! Goth shows his disappointment to St. John before standing back up. He goes to grab Simon again but this time Jones pulls him down to the mat.
Adams: He rolled him up!
Simone: St. John for the count! One!
Two!
Crowd: Three!
Adams: No! He got out just in time.
The two men rush to their feet and Goth swings with a haymaker attempt but misses wildly and the spry Jones looks to capitalize. He lands a few quick right hands before kicking Goth hard in the gut and planting Goth face first on to the mat with a DDT. Trying to end things, he rolls Goth over and hooks his leg.
One!
Tw-
Adams: A kickout by the Gothic one. I don’t think it’s gonna be that easy for Jones.
Once again, both men get up at the same time. Goth charges at Jones but Simon drops down pulling the top rope down with him, which sends Goth toppling over to ringside.
Crowd: POP!
Adams: The Grand Slam Champion just flew down to ringside and landed face first on to the concrete floor!
Jones, seeing that Goth is struggling to get to his feet on the outside runs over to the corner. He hops up on to the top of the turnbuckle and perches up there for a moment, waiting for Goth to turn around.
Adams: We’re gonna have a flying Englishman!
Simone: Here he goes! Simon launches up in to the air and connects with both feet in to the chest of Goth.
Simone: Missile dropkick by Simon Jones! Jones gets to his feet first. He kicks Goth in the midsection and then grabs his head and sends him crashing down to the floor with another DDT. Jasmine St. John begins her count.
One…Two…Three…
Jones stomps on Goth and then pulls him up off of the floor and sends him crashing in to the steel barricade. He follows that up with a hard knee to the chin of Goth. St. John continues her count.
Four…Five…Six…
Simone: He’s got to get back in to the ring. Adams: This can’t be good.
Jones grabs Goth and goes to whip him in to the steel steps but Goth reverses the move at the last second and send Simon crashing in to the steps instead.
Seven…Eight…
Goth, seeing his opponent down on the floor at ringside, slips back in to the ring.
Adams: Simon has got to get up or it could be all over here.
Nine…
Hearing the faint count from St. John, Simon powers himself up to his feet and dives up in to the ring and under the bottom rope at the last second.
Adams: He made it just in time!
Simone: Again, those observations skills… Goth immediately goes after Simon. He picks him up and lifts him in to the air with a hanging vertical suplex. He gets up and jumps up in to the air, extending his legs and dropping a powerful looking double leg drop across the face and neck of Jones. He hooks the leg and Jasmine St. John drops down for the count.
One!
Two!
Thr-
Adams: He kicked out! He got his shoulder up at the last second!
Goth again shows his displeasure with the speed of St. John’s count by slapping his hands together three times. He grabs Simon by the hair and drops a few hard punches across his face. He stands up calls out to the crowd.
Crowd: Boo!
Adams: He could be setting him up for the Gothic Dream.
Goth waits patiently for Simon to get to his feet. Jones stumbles as he turns around and at the last second he gets a glimpse of Goth going for his signature sleeper hold. Jones side steps to the right as Goth lunges at him and quickly wraps his arm around his head, pulling him down to the mat in the process.
Adams: Small Package! Small Package!
One!
Two!
Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Adams: What a great move by the veteran, Jones.
Justin: Here is your winner…Simon Jones!
The opening rift to Busta Rhyme and Ozzy Osbournes’s "This Means War!!" start to blast through the speakers, as red and yellow lights start to flash, the yellow cutting through the red to create a orange effect. The fans look confused as the lyrics kick in.
"Just make sure them, them drums is smackin’
This, means, WAR!!"
Andrew appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
"Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall"
Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Honorable Warrior starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the confused crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, staring around at the fans. Andrew raises his arms as the fans scream at him.
Andrew: ”My name is Andrew Garcia, and I was trained by “The Freight Train of Pain” Casey Williams, Jordan “P.S.” Williams and Ben Jordan at Casey’s wrestling school. What Casey said earlier about me signing a contract here in SCW is true. I am going to debut in the Blast From The Past mixed tag tournament, so men, be prepared to be rocked, and do not say I did not warn you.”
Andrew then walks backstage as the fans boo him for his remarks towards the men in the background.
The only hint of the camera rolling was the slight change in black background that seemed to initiate the rolling of some footage while the screen remained black. There was a light shining through an indescribable opening in a room that gave no clues as to its location in an otherwise darkened atmosphere. With a meticulous breathing, there were faint shadows shaped out along what could only be guessed to as a wall. As if there was something … or someone in the room waiting. The camera would slowly zoom in, as the breathing continued with its rhythm. The single beam of line seemed to strike down on a single piece of the individual, illuminating what would appear to be the edge of something, with sinister black locks of hair along the object. The shadows could only make out what would appear to be something that wasn’t flesh, yet it appeared as if there were two very dark green eyes that were peering outside of something that was not fully exposed due to the darkness. A voice would emit through the darkness as the object didn’t move, yet the breathing would seem to push the black locks of hair out a bit as words were heard.
“How does it feel? How does it feel to be the prey, the sheep … the hunted? What does it truly mean to have this status? What I can tell you … is that there are no promises in life. There are no guarantees. No happy endings. There is only what is … terror … fear … escape … pain. These are my best friends … they have always been there for me. Like fond memories of childhood, I think of them like flashbacks; like scenes from a film repeating in my head. While there are so many that supply these and swear that they do understand them, … they are just so mistaken.”
The camera would remain on point, as an instant flash across the screen of a wretched mask, with black hair dangling down at the sides was shown for a brief second, the image itself seemingly giving in to as what was. The video would instantly flash over once more, showing a clip of a monstrous figure walking down an entrance isle in a venue with green lights illuminating it’s entire figure while music blared in the background. The camera would cut back after the brief interception to the dark room where the light shed on was only be guessed as the same individual. The breathing would continue, as the black hair was brushed back by a hand, giving sight to what seemed to be the same wretched mask. The dark holes remained empty, as if there was nothing behind it at all, while the presence was filling the entire room.
“I used to think that there was a better purpose. A better purpose for what was, yet I can only do the thing that I am made for. Built for. Constructed to do. Created to accomplish. Created to cause the undeniable pain inside the squared circle. I can tell you EXACTLY what I am. I am tell you EXACTLY what you do not want to hear. Oh … but there is no stopping … The Inevitable. There is no stopping … The Unrelenting. There is just the countdown for our dear sheep. The wolf has come to play … and it is time to Meet the Monster.”
The camera would flash over with the same two sequences as before, as the dark screen would instantly fade out, taking away the picture entirely and ending.
The camera fades in a dark stage, backlit in red lights as ‘Ship to Shore’ by The Stanfields begins to play. Kenny Chisholm walks up in a blue suit and a green tie with a large smile on his face.
KC: My name is Kenny Chisholm. I hope you’re enjoying Climax Control. Don’t forget to tune in to ‘the Hotwire’ this week when we recap all of tonight’s action. Also, joining us for a special one on one interview is former SCW Heavyweight Champion and current ACW World Champion Drake Green.
Kenny fixes his tie.
KC: Also this week, more on Misty’s rumored pregnancy and we’ll take an in-depth look into who these ‘Mean Girls’ really are. Don’t forget to use the #hotwire and you just may end up on the show. Back to you Belinda and Jason…
Kenny points to the camera as it cuts back to ringside.
Justin: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Emma Rose.
The sounds of wind howling and wind chimes are heard blowing over the PA system followed by the sound someone playing the acoustic guitar. After a brief pause, the opening chords to "Wanted Dead or Alive" by Bon Jovi hits as smoke engulfs the entrance. Emma Rose walks out at the top of the ramp, causing the fans to cheer. Just seconds later, Jordan Williams and Ben Jordan walk out from entrance, and stand either side of Emma. Jordan points his fingers to the crowd in the gun pose, before the trio start to walk towards the ring.
Justin: From Atlanta, Georgia and London, England, weighing it at a combined weight of four hundred and seventy pounds, they are Jordan Williams and Ben Jordan!
The trio get to the ring and Ben climbs the steps, leaning on the middle rope for Emma to enter the ring. Ben and Jordan go to the turnbuckles and climb the outside, posing for the fans before jumping over the top rope and joining Emma in the center of the ring.
Justin: Their opponents! Introducing first, representing Blood Omen! Hailing from Detroit, Michigan, weighing 240 pounds ... Kain!
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 right hand clasped with his left 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 Kain, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is shown from head to toe, with the championship belt around his waist, not to mention the camera getting a great look of 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 forward 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, with the championship title in hand, in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd. Finally, he heads to his corner, kneels briefly, saying a few words to himself before rising up and looking behind as he spies the entrance ramp. "Ladies And Gentlemen" as Kain now stands still, awaiting his opponent.
Justin: And his partner, from the Far Reaches of Sanity, weighing in at 165 pounds ... Lucian Frost!
The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.
Ben and Frost square off, circling in the center of the ring, before locking up. Frost suddenly armdrags Ben over, sending him skidding across the ring. Kain applauds, rooting for his partner, as Ben steps forward and engages in another lockup with his opponent, but this time Frost shifts his weight and hiptosses Ben to the mat. Ben quickly gets to his feet and Frost's aerial talents come into play as he leaps up and dropkicks Ben square in the chest.
Simone: Frost's aerial prowess is coming into play right from the start of this match.
Again Ben and Frost circle and lock up again, only suddenly Ben takes Frost down with an armdrag, followed up with a hiptoss and a dropkick of his own, returning the favor from earlier. Jordan claps and cheers as Kain watches on. Frost jumps to his feet, only to have Ben charge straight forward and clothesline Frost, sending the masked man thru the ropes and to the ringside floor!
Adams: Looks like ben's had enough of being shown up by frost and wanted to do a little of his own.
Simone: This is Ben Jordan that we're talking about. He's going to want to do a lot of showing up.
Kain starts over to help the surprised Frost back to his feet only to have Drew Patton order him away so that Frost can get back inside on his own. Kain heads back to the corner of Blood Omen as Frost climbs inside and walks over to the corner and tags Kain into the ring. Kain steps inside and Ben readies for the tie up but Kain waves him off and points at Jordan.
Simone: He doesn't want to wrestle Ben. He's demanding Jordan Williams to get inside the ring.
Adams: Is he nuts? Kain has been on a rampage as of late. Hell, he ended a man's career last week!
Ben holds out a hand and Jordan slaps it, tagging in. Kain stands in the center of the ring and Jordan walks right up to him, unafraid, and stands nose to nose with him. The words start pouring forth and insults tossed back and forth when Kain shoves Jordan back! Not losing a step, Jordan steps right back up and shoves Kain.
Simone: We're talking about a ring legend in Jordan Williams and a future legend in Kain. This promises to be tense!
Kain spins around and without warning, hits Jordan with a twisting lariat, knocking him to the mat! Grabbing the former Heavyweight Champion, Kain fires off three forearm shots to the head, knocking him against the ropes. Kain Irish whips him into the ropes and as Jordan returns, Kain swings but misses! Jordan ducks under the blow and comes right off of the ropes, spearing Kain to the mat and unloading a series of right hands to the head! Kain fights Jordan off of him and throws him over and starts driving fists into his head, and the two start rolling around on the mat, trading clubbing blows as the crowd is loving the intensity between the two!
Simone: Like I said!
Drew manages to get the two men to separate, but as they rise to their feet, Kain kicks Jordan in the stomach, doubling him over. Following up with a chop across the chest, Kain snapmares Jordan over and wraps an arm beneath the chin in a rear chinlock, but Jordan quickly counters by turning it into a hammerlock, pinning Kain down face-first. Jordan cranks the hold on, forcing Kain's arm up almost far enough to make him touch the back of his head as Kain yells in pain and pounds the mat in frustration! Kain struggles, looking for a counter, forcing his way back onto his knees. He then reaches up with his free arm and snapmares Jordan over, however Jordan doesn't let go of the hammerlock and the momentum of the maneuver sends him into an arched position and Kain's arm being jammed even harder in the hold, getting a scream of pain as a result!
Simone: We are seeing a prime example of just why Jordan Williams is regarded as one of the top technical wrestlers in the business today.
Adams: I'm wondering how long this will last before Kain snaps.
Jordan grabs Kain's arm and twists it into an arm wringer, tagging Ben in. Jordan holds him steady as Ben comes off of the middle turnbuckle with a sledgehammer blow to the arm. Ben twists the arm into an armbar. Kain looks to escape and scoops Adams up and slams him down but Ben holds onto the hurt arm and rolls him over, retaining the armbar. Ben pulls him up in the armbar and Kain slowly backs his opponent into the ropes and successfully breaks free, driving a knee hard into his mid-section twice. Kain then goes for an Irish whip but Ben reverses it and runs him right into the ropes in a rear waistlock and rolls him backwards into a roll up.
1.....
1.....
Kain drills Ben in the head with a forearm shiver. He then goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Ben reverses it and jumps for a dropkick but Kain holds onto the ropes and Ben lands hard on his tailbone!
2.....Kain reverses it, rolling backwards and rolling Ben up in the same pinning combination.
2.....Ben kicks out.
Simone: And right there is the mistake that may cost Ben and Jordan this match.
Kain grabs Ben and tags Frost in. Kain Irish whips Ben against the ropes and scoops him up in position for a sidewalk slam and Frost comes off the middle rope with a legdrop across the throat, bringing Ben down! Kain ducks out as Frost makes the cover.
1.....
Frost Irish whips Ben into the corner. Ben staggers out and Frost runs off of the ropes and drives him down face first with a fameasser! Frost then runs right up the corner as Ben returns to his feet and leaps back with a Skytwister Press!
1.....
Frost signals and starts to go up top a second time and jumps at Ben but Ben catches him in mid-air with an X-Factor! Ben rolls over and crawls to his corner and tags Jordan into the match! Jordan comes in like a house of fire, clotheslining Frost down once, then twice! Jordan then sends Frost into the far corner and hits him with a Shining Wizard before bringing him out with a running bulldog! Jordan kips up and points down at the prone Frost. Frost runs off into the ropes where Kain brings a knee up into his back.
2.....Ben kicks out.
2.....Ben kicks out!
Simone: And there is some of the hardcore nature of Kain coming into play.
Jordan turns around and makes a grab for Kain but the 'King of Wrestling' grabs him by the head and drops from the apron, slingshotting him throat-first. Kain climbs back up and Frost tags his partner into the match. Kain climbs in and drags Jordan into the corner and he begins to bury a number of knee strikes into his sternum and midsection. Jordan is clearly in pain and as he grabs his abdominal, Kain lets loose a flurry of lefts and rights into his exposed head. Kain pulls him from the corner and lifts him up and drops him in an inverted atomic drop.
Adams: I guess Vanessa won't be getting any tonight.
Kain runs off of the ropes and swings for a clothesline but Jordan ducks the blow. Kain rebounds off of the ropes and as he darts off the far side, Jordan nearly decapitates him with a slingblade, coined by the multi-time champion as the 2G4U! Both men are down and they move for their corners as Frost and ben hold their hands out for the tag. Kain tags Frost first, just as Jordan tags Ben.
Simone: And the fresh Superstars are back in.
As Ben rushes in, Frost uses the ropes to launch himself in with a springboard but Ben jumps up and greets him with a spinning leg lariat, sending Frost tumbling back head over heels! Ben quickly grabs Frost and sets him up in position for a powerbomb. Ben hauls him high into the air, pauses, and then drops him down across his own knees!
Adams: OH MY GOD!
Simone: A powerbomb lung blower! That's new!
Ben rolls Frost over and hooks the masked man's legs!
1.....
The bell rings and the crowd cheers as Jordan joins Ben inside of the ring.
2.....
3!
Justin: Here are your winners ... BEN JORDAN AND JORDAN WILLIAMS!!!
The crowd cheers as Drew raises Ben and Jordan's arms in victory while Kain checks on Frost.
Simone: And Ben and Jordan continue with their winning ways as they head forward to 'My Bloody Valentine' in just a few short weeks.
Backstage, Giani Di Luca is seen with Dixie Waters, his latest love interest. He is showing her around the backstage area, as they converse amongst each other quietly. He points out the workings of the show as she seems impressed. She hooks her arms around his giant bicep as they continue on past the curtains.
Dixie: I could really go for a drink, I’m thirsty. Will you excuse me?
Giani gives her a wink as she lets go of his arm. She turns around, but he stops her in her tracks.
Giani: Hold up baby… I got this.
Dixie: Oh? What a gentleman…
Giani giggles a little, appearing quite love struck. He leans in and places his hand behind Dixie’s head, planting a kiss on her lips that lingers for a moment. The audience cheers and lets out an “awwww”. Giani lets go as she rubs her lips together, savoring it. He turns around and takes several paces in the opposite direction as he walks over toward the refreshment table. He opens up a cooler and pulls out two bottles of Smart Water (Hydrate Responsibly™). He takes a look at the food on the table, ready to find just the right snack to bring back to Dixie when he hears something that
”Mmmm mmmm… Look at all that beef…”
He is intrigued and confused at the same time as he looks up, but not in the direction the slightly deeper voice came from. He notices a tray of roast beef on the table and he shrugs his shoulders. However, before he can return to picking out a snack, a loud slapping noise can be heard and his eyes go as wide as saucers. He slowly turns his head to spot a woman with a blonde perm, in a black and purple sequin dress. She narrows her emerald eyes at him as her crimson lips part into a smile. She licks them until Giani reaches back and pulls her extra firm, strong grip from his backside, still confused but a little perturbed now.
Giani: Ex-cuse me?! And who the hell do ya think you are?
”Why, I’m Mizzzzzz Holly Wood, darling. You’ll have to excuse me, I get a little handsy sometimes when I see something I like. Sorry ‘bout it…”
Giani seems a bit confused by the slightly masculine tone to the voice. Before he has time to react, Dixie comes walking up to the two at the table and she wraps her arms around Giani’s arm again, smiling sweetly at Holly.
Dixie: Oh, hi… this is my boyfriend and…
Holly: Oh, hi… Isn’t she just the cutest thing? Where are you from, like Iowa or something? How quaint…
Holly smiles, batting her eyelashes as she looks right at Dixie. She is staring daggers through the bubbly blonde, but her smile is sweeter than apple pie. Giani opens his mouth to break the tension, but he is quickly cut off.
Dixie: Chicago, Illinois actually. And where are you from? No Man’s Land? I thought I knew that accent.
Holly: Oh, how did you know, honey? Must be the accent. Hey, I got a ticket back there. Why don’t you take it and let the grown ups talk, hm?
Dixie: Why you little…
Giani: Hey hey-ey-ey ladies… How about I give ya an autograph, Holly… Woods, was it?
Holly: Only if you wanna join me, darling…
Dixie lunges forward as Holly holds her arms up in a false surrender, laughing in Dixie’s face as Giani grabs onto his lady, peeling her away from the situation. Giani looks back to her with a grimace on his face as she smirks and holds her fingers up to her ear, signaling for him to call her. He shudders as he whispers to Dixie.
Giani: Was that an Adam’s Apple…?
Squealing is heard in the background as Holly turns around. She joins in, hopping up and down as she skips over to meet Angelica and Delia, still walking around in their Hello Kitty Couture clothing. They bounce up and down in a group hug.
Angelica: Holly, you bitch! Were you just flirting with Giani Di Freaking Luca? You HO!
Holly: I know, right…? Oh, girls, all hail Italy
All three ladies turn around, licking their lips as they watch Giani walk down the hallway. They put their hands over their hearts as they are paying special attention to his bottom bouncing around in his red wrestling trunks, causing the Italian flag to “wave”. Delia acts as if she is going to faint as we fade out.
The camera cuts to Pussy Willow backstage as she chases down Drake Green as he’s getting in to his Range Rover.
PW: Drake…Drake! Please just a quick word.
Drake drops his duffel bag on to the black pavement and grabs the microphone out of Pussy Willow’s hands.
Drake: You want a word? I’ll give you a word. Ever since I’ve been here I’ve had to deal with the piece of shit that runs this company, Mark Ward. First, he tried to collect me. He tried to make me part of his ‘Supremacy’ or whatever you call it. I resisted. I told him no, something that I’m sure he doesn’t hear too often.
Drake runs his hand through his hair.
Drake: When I said no he tried to send his dogs after me. Max Burke, Cyrus King, whoever came running when he barked. But let me tell you something, Pussy…I’m not afraid. I’m not afraid of Mark Ward. He backs down time and time again and then finally, when the cameras are rolling and my back is turned he finally grows some nuts and makes his move.
Drake slams his fist against the side of his SUV.
Drake: Let me tell you this Mark…I know you’re watching me right know…so let me tell you this. You’ve come after me for months now and if it’s a war you wanted…you just got one. Come February 2nd the millions of Showstoppers will be on hand to watch you tap out and to watch the ACW World Championship held high above your ring. If you want my belt…I want yours. When I beat you at My Bloody Valentine, Mark...I’m cashing in my re-match clause. If you think this was all about getting some screen time on your TV show then shame on you. I want it all and I’m not stopping until I get it.
Drake shoves the microphone back at Pussy Willow.
Drake: Was that enough of a word for you?
Vixen is pacing in the middle of the NXT locker room, hand rubbing together as she stretches and prepares for the title match later this evening. Looking towards her partner, she takes a deep breath and lets it go slowly.
Vixen: Misty…I wanted to ask you about the announcement you made last week. Your retirement…
Vixen stops for a moment and smiles sheepishly as she holds out her hands in a confused way.
Vixen: There are rumours…
Misty: I know about the rumours, and honestly I can't seem to put them to rest, but let me guess what rumour you want to bring up right now.
Misty rubs her belly innoncently implying that she's pregnant.
Misty: There is no bun in this oven, Vixen. If there were, I'd have to stop wrestling immediately. You know that.
Vixen: I know, I know.
Sitting down across from Misty, Vixen smiles as she leans forward slightly.
Vixen: I wanted to let you know that I respect your decision but I still have to ask. Why this year? You and I just began to work together and I think the two of us will dominate this year as champions. So I wonder why you have put a possible jinx on this team?
Misty takes in a deep breath, suddenly feeling bad for her decision.
Misty: I know I should have talked to you or Spike about this before I went out there and addressed everyone, but honestly, I'm not doing this as a way to put a jinx on our team. I'm not planning on retiring anytime soon, I promise you that. I'm doing this now because I have to.
Misty looks over to the Bombshell tag titles placed just a few feet away from the two of them.
Misty: I know we make a great team, but think of it this way. We can bring these titles back to greatness, and once that happens...You're free to go after the Bombshell Title again. You deserve it more than anyone on this roster.
Vixen: I have held them all Misty and I have nothing left to prove. I won’t lie and say that I don’t want to wear them again but right now, right here, NXT and our team comes first.
Vixen’s head drops for a moment as she gathers her thoughts.
Vixen: I stood behind him when Spike retired when I knew he had so much more he could do in wrestling. And I will stand behind you too when it happens.
Vixen’s head comes up, a smile still on her face.
Vixen: But don’t get me wrong, I am going to delay your retirement as long as I can.
Misty nods her head with a laugh.
Misty: I wouldn't expect anything less, and feel free to delay it as long as you can...starting with tonight. The FoShan Bombshells may be just as deserving of these titles, but I'm not ready to hand them over to them just yet, and I know you aren't either.
Getting to her feet, Vixen nods then picks up their titles and holds one out to Misty.
Vixen: Then let’s go out there and show them just how NXT main events everything
Waggling the title towards Misty, Vixen’s smile widens. Misty finishes lacing up her boots, then takes her title from Vixen's hand.
Misty: Sounds like a great plan.
Misty throws her half of the titles over her shoulder, and stands up patting Vixen on her shoulder.
Misty: We've got this one in the bag, Vix.
The pair head towards the door of the locker room after Vixen shoulders her own title.
The Matthew Kennedy News logo flashes on the screen for a few seconds before cutting to Matthew’s custom newsroom, with him is Jessie and Lizzie as he shuffles through some papers.
MK: Good evening and welcome to Matthew Kennedy News, I’m The Lord of SCW “Prime Time” Matthew Kennedy here to present to you news guaranteed to be at least twenty percent less biased than Fox News.
Jessie: That’s not saying much.
MK: Yes, I know, in today’s top story! Mark Ward has problems getting it up in the bedroom and is accepting Viagra donations! Reports state that one Shane Croswell is very eager to donate his Viagra.
Lizzie: That’s not a sentence I expected to hear today.
Shane: I DON’T NEED VIAGRA!
MK: In other news Steve Ramone and Lizzie Short have changed their minds about competing in the upcoming Blast from the Past Tournament, and speaking of the past I would like to extend my sincerest condolences to the family of Mae Young in this difficult time.
Jessie: And on a side note, if I end up teaming with Steve I will run around the SCW arena squeeing more than a sugar high Fluttershy!
Jake: And we’ll be taping it!
MK: That is all, good night!
Justin: The following contest is a non title match, introducing first.
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.
Justin: From Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing in at three hundred and seventy pounds, he is.... Casey Williams!
"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 break me down, but I won’t let you win.
You can call me out, but I know you’re a pretender.
You may think your god, but I know that I am sin!"
Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
“I am SIN! I am SIN!
I am SIN! I am SIN!
I won’t fucking buy it!
I never have and I never will!
Keep fucking trying!
I'm just waiting for the blood to spill!"
Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder.
Justin: And his opponent....
*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!*
“Wrecked” by Killbot blasts over the speakers. The fans immediately turn their attention to the entryway. A few cameramen file through the curtains.
Justin: From Seaside Heights, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, he is the current SCW Heavyweight champion, he is.... Giani Di Luca!
Giani comes down to the ring, he supplies his own blast of pyros that rain down on him as he pauses, looking from side to side as the cheers form. He looks from side to side once more with a smirk forming on his face. He looks at what seems to be each and every fan before throwing his fist in the air, getting the crowd pumped as he pumps his fists. He sprints down the ramp, stopping at the bottom, spinning a complete 360 while leaping 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.
Adams: Casey has this bigger than Godzilla chance to put himself in the title picture if he wins this.
Giani looks at Casey as Jasmine St John calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
The two men lock up but Casey over powers Giani and pushes him across the ring and to the canvas. Giani quickly gets to his feet and locks up again with Casey, but Casey swats him away once more. Giani gets back to his feet and Casey waits for Giani to move in again. Giani runs at Casey but Casey stands still and Giani crashes in to Casey, who knocks Giani down with a shoulder block. Giani sits up but Casey charges, putting a boot to Giani's head and forcing it down to the canvas, crashing Giani's skull to the floor. Giani holds his head but Casey just steps over him, putting his weight on Giani's chest. Casey turns around and steps on Giani again, walking over the champion body. Casey puts his foot on the back of Giani's head as Giani rolls over and stomps on it!
Simone: Casey showing that mean streak again.
Adams: He has been showing it for a while now.
Casey pulls Giani back to his feet and lifts his hand back, slapping Giani with full force on the chest and making him stumble backwards. Casey charges in and catches Giani with a huge clothesline, taking the champion down.
Simone: Casey is dominant.
Adams: Just like those chicks in leather with whips that I bumped in to in Amsterdam.
Giani pulls himself up in the corner, his back to the turnbuckles and Casey charges in, but Giani slips out of the way at the last second. As Giani moves past, he grabs the back of Casey's head and drops him with a neckbreaker. The crowd burst in to cheers as Giani shakes the cobwebs, using the ropes to get himself back to his feet. He turns towards Casey, who is also getting back to his feet and charges at him, taking the bigger man down with an almighty powerful clothesline. The force takes Giani down to the canvas with Casey. Giani shuffles his body around and starts to plant elbows to the top of the big man's head. Casey covers up and rolls out of the way but Giani quickly gets to his feet. Giani moves towards Casey, who is on all fours, and jumps in the air, nailing Casey with a legdrop across the back of the head, driving Casey's face in to the floor.
Adams: That was like a mini famasser.
Giani rolls Casey over and goes for the cover.
1...
2....
Casey powers out!
Simone: Kick out from Casey.
Giani picks Casey back to his feet and catches him with a sharp shot to the jaw, stumbling Casey backwards. Giani moves behind Casey and tries to wrap him up in a full nelson.
Adams: This usually works better if your opponent is smaller than you.
Casey struggles as Giani lifts him off his feet, but before Giani can drop Casey, Casey breaks the hold and lands on his feet. He fires an elbow back at Giani's face, catching him under the jaw. Giani stumbles away, and Casey turns around. Casey lines up with Giani and catches him with a huge boot to the side of the head! Giani flops to the floor, and Casey move closer. He grabs Giani by the head and puts his neck across the bottom rope before stepping out of the ring and on to the apron. Casey lifts a foot and brings it crashing down on the back of Giani's head, his throat bouncing off the rope. Giani rolls towards the middle of the ring, holding his throat and gasping for air as Casey steps back in to the ring and towards the champion. Casey pulls Giani up to his knees and puts his head between his legs. He lifts Giani high in to the air before crashing him down with a massive powerbomb. Giani's head bounces off the canvas and Casey drops down for the cover. He hooks Giani's leg as Jasmine drops down to make the count.
1...
2....
Giani gets a shoulder up!
Adams: I thought Casey had that one done and dusted then.
Simone: A few of the fans thought the same.
Casey gets back to his feet and pulls Giani with him. He wraps his arms around Giani and lifts him in the air with a bear hug, squeezing Giani hard, trying to force the air from his lungs. Giani waves his arms around, before lifting his arm up and dropping an elbow on to Casey's head, Casey holds on, but Giani hits him with another elbow, followed by a third. Giani nails Casey with a forth, causing Casey to drop him. Giani lands on his feet and grabs Casey's head, dropping him down with a jawbreaker and sending Casey on to his back. Giani gets back to his feet slowly, moving towards Casey and picks him up. He kicks him in the gut and jumps in the air, nailing him with a standing tornado DDT. Giani scrambles over Casey and hooks the leg as Jasmine drops down to count.
1...
2....
Casey kicks out!
Adams: Giani struggling to put Casey away here.
Giani stands up, waiting for Casey to get to his feet. As Casey does, Giani jumps up and nails him with a picture perfect dropkick!
Simone: For a man the size of Giani, that dropkick got some amazing height.
Adams: You usually need a trampoline to get anywhere near Casey's chin, with your feet, while he's standing.
Giani quickly stomps on Casey before pulling him back to his feet. He whips Casey in to the corner, before charging in with a huge clothesline. Casey stumbles out of the corner, Giani grabs his head and charges out, dropping him with a bulldog. Giani stands up, the fans getting behind him. He leans against the ropes and waits patiently for Casey to get back to his feet. As Casey does, Giani charges at him, catching him in the side of the head with a big boot!
Simone: Huge impact from Giani!
The impact sends Giani to his knees, as he looks at Casey on the canvas. Giani pounds the canvas and then quickly gets back to his feet. He starts to stalk Casey as Casey slowly gets to his knees.
Adams: Giani could be looking at finishing this one.
Giani moves behind Casey, grabbing his arm to set up the Jersey Turnpike, but Casey swings around, and attempts to his the Kiss Of Death! Giani ducks and Casey hits fresh air. Giani straightens up but Casey picks him up and drops him with a poweful sidewalk slam, crushing Giani's body to the floor. Casey stands up, waiting for Giani. Giani holds his back as he starts to get back to his feet. As he straightens up, Casey wraps a huge hand around Giani's throat. He lifts Giani and drops him with a chokeslam! Giani's head bounces off the canvas and Casey drops down, covering Giani and Jasmine drops down to make the count.
1...
2....
Giani just about get his shoulder up!
Simone: Holy hell. Casey was so close to defeating the SCW Heavyweight champion!
A look of frustration covers Casey's face as he stands up. He raises his fist in the air and roars out to the crowd.
Adams: We know what this means!
He looks towards Giani, who is slowly getting on to his knees but "Simon Says" by Drain STH starts to blast from the speakers, causing the fans to burst in to cheers.
Simone: That's Simon Jones' music!
Casey turns around to the entrance ramp, his fists balled as he looks for Simon Jones.
Adams: These two men are not allowed to hit each other, since the staff made a no contact rule for these two.
Simon Jones appears at the top of the ramp, looking down at Casey as the fans cheer loudly for him. Simon looks down the ramp as Casey urges him to come down to the ring.
Simone: Looking at Casey's face, I don't think he cares about the rules.
Casey yells out, but Simon just stands smiling at him. Casey moves back in to the center of the ring and turns around, only to be met with a sharp boot to the gut. Giani grabs Casey arm and sets him up before showing huge amounts of power to lift Casey up and drop him with the Jersey Turnpike!
Simone: He hit the Jersey Turnpike!
Adams: I can't believe he lifting him up at all!
Giani drops down, going for the cover.
1...
2....
3!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match.... GIANI DI LUCA!
Simone: Giani has defeated the beast!
As Giani is handed back the Heavyweight championship, Casey stares at Simon Jones. An evil grin appears on The Freight Train Of Pain's face which has Giani looking down at Williams puzzled.
CRACK!
Giani Di Luca gets blasted in the back of the head with a rolling elbow, causing him drop his championship.
Simone: IT'S BURKE!
Giani Di Luca gets blasted in the back of the head with a rolling elbow, causing him drop his championship. Without hesitation, Max quickly locks up Giani's neck, and plants him face first into his own championship.
Simone: MAXimum Overdrive!
Burke rips the microphone from Justin Decent's hand with authority. He steps up, and stands over the fallen champion.
Burke: You told me to come at ya brooooo. You should know better than that. See you soon champ.
Burke throws the mic down, and raises his arms in the air as his "Behind Blue Eyes" new Coopa Dubstep remix echoes throughout the nightclub.
The camera cuts to Ben Jordan and Emma rose walking toward their rental car in the parking lot.
Emma: You were brilliant out there tonight, babe.
Ben: Nothing to write home about, love. Them boys was lemon squeezy.
Emma: Oh dang!
Emma fumbles through her purse.
Ben: You alright?
Emma: Yes sorry I just left my phone in your dressing room.
Ben: It’s ok. I’ll just start the jam jar up so we’s don’t miss the party at the hotel bar. I heard Drake’s gone crazy buying everyone shots again. Can’t spend Mark Ward’s money fast enough.
Emma: Sounds great. I’ll be right back.
She runs awkwardly in her heels back over to the door and runs in. Ben smiles as he watches her go inside and then turns to walk toward the car. He goes to grab the door handle but before he can get there…
WHACK!
He gets blindsided by hard right hand and gets knocked down to the pavement. Standing over him is Mickey Carroll and Jimmy Ringo.
Ringo: If it ain’t the King of Cock. Next time ya mess in my business me and Red ain’t gonna be so easy on ya limey ass.
Ben smiles as he looks up at his attackers.
Ben: This is easy?
Mickey: No…not yet ya wank stain.
Ben immediately curls up into a ball as Jimmy and Mickey begin to kick and punch the hell out of him. After a moment they stop and Jimmy grabs him by his shirt color.
Ringo: See ya on the 2nd Benny Boy…
He shoves Ben back down to the pavement and the two men laugh as they walk away as Ben lays down on the pavement in pain.
The crowd is on their feet and pumped up from what they've seen in the show tonight when "This Is Why I Rock" by MIMS featuring Purple Popcorn hits the PA system. The crowd quiets down as they await whoever is coming out from the back. In comes the newest signee of Sin City Wrestling, the one and only JT Starr. He is wearing a custom suit and dress shoes with a pair of sun glasses covering his eyes.
He walks down the ramp with a smirk on his face as the crowd still tries to digest what they are saying. He reaches ringside and asks for a microphone from the ring crew and climbs the steel steps. He slips into the ring and walks to the middle of the ring. His music slowly fades as he dusts off his suit and prepare to speak. After a couple of months, he begins speaking.
JT Starr: I hope you all have your cameras rolling (he turns to the camera and addresses the audience at home) and I hope you at home have your DVRs recording... (he turns and addresses the live crowd again) Because you are all witnessing a piece of history happening right here! Right now!
The majority of the crowd remains quiet but we can hear a few booing going on. JT smiles before continuing.
JT Starr: You see tonight... Tonight will be remembered as the night when THE greatest wrestler in Sin City Wrestling's history first stepped foot inside an SCW ring. The date January 12, 2014 will be remembered as the night when the "SuperStarr", "The Trending Topic", and "The Present and Future of Pro Wrestling"... Me, JT Starr, made his debut in Sin City Wrestling.
Now the booing really began.
JT Starr: You can boo all you want... You can jeer me all you want... It doesnt matter. You people here in Reno, Nevada are not bright enough to know greatness even if its standing right in front of you. You all are satisfied with mediocrity that you do not appreciate something that is way better than what you are used to. But that's okay. That is fine. That's all about to change as I am here and I am here to show you what a real SuperStarr is like. I am here to be the SuperStarr that you would all be proud of. I am here to be that person who will put the SCW right on the center of the pro wrestling map.
The boos became louder as he just shrugged it and continues.
JT Starr: Face it, folks... SCW is about to get the Red Carpet Treatment and you are welcome for it.
"This Is Why I Rock" by MIMS reprises as JT dropped the microphone on the mat. He walks to the ropes and slips out the ring and makes his way to the back as the crowd continues to jeer on him. He stops on the stage and looks at the arena and smiles before turning and going into the back.
The cameras switch backstage where the ever feisty Ruby is seen waiting for her man, Pro-Wrestling's Pedigree Max Burke. She's seated atop a metal box of some sort, with her right leg cross over her left and a grin on her face. Moments later, Max walks into the view of the camera with a satisfied smirk on his face as he walks up to Ruby.
Ruby: I take it things went well?
Max: He told me to come at him. I think he got the message.
Ruby smiles and nods as Max leans against the metal container.
Ruby: I'm sure he did. It won't be long until that title is around your waist where it belongs.
Max: There's two reasons I'm back. That title... and you. So, it's about time you got back in there too.
Ruby: Let's not make this all about me now, Max. You're the one who was born to wrestle and bred to win.
Ruby smiles and winks.
Ruby: I've only been in one match, and it may have been victorious, but it doesn't matter. We need to focus on getting the Heavyweight Title in your possession before we start getting concerned about me.
Max: As always, I'll handle my business. You are my little firecracker prodigy, and we're going to get you back in there. You're another reason the Burke legacy will continue.
Ruby: Perhaps, but right now, I'm focused on you. Besides, I have a feeling the second I show any interest in the Bombshell title, you know who's true side will revealed.
Max: Let her get her panties in a wad. She's a big girl, she'll get over it. I'm perfectly fine with you being focused on me in, and out of the ring. Speaking of which, let's say you and me get out of here before the Jersey Shore Jabroni wakes up? We've got some celebrating to do if you know what I mean.
Max gives her a quick wink, and lifts her off the metal case.
Ruby: Of course. The celebrating is the best part.
Ruby gets a seductive smile on her face as she turns and walks past Max. He gives her a quick pat on the butt as they walk down the hall and leave.
Scott rushes down the hall of locker rooms on his way to the parking lot still in only his tidy navy whities. Just as he makes it to the NXT locker room, the door opens and Bombshell tag champions Misty and Vixen step directly into his path.
Vixen: I just can’t wait to see what kind of impact will happen tonight.
Colliding with Vixen, Scott takes her to the floor and sends her title skittering against the wall.
Misty: Wow, now that was an impact.
Vixen struggles to push Scott off her. Scott looks down at Vixen under him and a smirk crosses his face.
Scott Oliver: Vixen, just the woman I was looking for. You know something…everyone says you should rest on Laurel…I’d rather rest right here.
Vixen: Get off Scott!
Scott gets to his feet as Misty reaches down to help her partner get to her feet. The pair glare at Oliver as he buffs his nails against his skin.
Scott Oliver: Happy birthday Vixen, hope you liked my gift.
Vixen and Misty share a glance.
Vixen: What gift?
Scott looks around and finds just his clothes on the floor and drops to his knees scrambling through the pile of clothing as Vixen and Misty move around him and head towards the ring. Suddenly Scott looks up towards the ceiling and shakes his fist.
Scott Oliver: Damn yous! Damn yous all to hell!!
At ringside, Jason shakes his head as Belinda chuckles.
Simone: Poor Scott…maybe next year.
Simone: It is time for the main event of the evening and unlike some promotions we value the women just as much as the men and that will be proven in mere moments when Misty and Vixen of NXT defend the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Titles against Song and Orchid, the FoShan Bombshells.
Adams: Song and Orchid debuted at December 2 Dismember II where they entered the Four Bombshell Tag Team Elimination match for the Bombshell Tag Titles which also featured the team of Necra Octavian Kane and Traci Paterson and Azz N’ Class, they entered that match the underdogs and they ended the match coming this close to winning the SCW Bombshell Tag Titles, it’s only fitting the Chinese Bombshells get another shot.
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin Decent!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen the following is your main event of the evening, it is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Titles! Introducing the challengers….
Their theme music starts to play we see Song and Orchid walking down the ramp. 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 their 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: In the ring, from FoShan, China, Song and Orchid the FoShan Bombshells!
Simone: This is only their third match in the company but they have impressed everyone in the back and in the audience with their skills!
Adams: If they win the Bombshell Tag Team Titles tonight then we’ll already have top challengers for this year’s Rookie of the Year award!
Justin: And their opponents, representing NXT…..
The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beat to “Mz Hyde” by Halestorm 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 turns to the entrance-ramp as she waits for her NXT Teammate, soon afterwards The throbbing beat of You're Going Down by Sick Puppies is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring.
Justin: They are the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Misty and Vixen!
Simone: They have taken on all comers since this unlikely team formed and tonight they have yet another tough challenge ahead of them!
Adams: The FoShan Bombshells have been turning heads left and right since their debut including the champions!
Misty and Vixen nod to each other before they make their way into the ring Misty picking up her half of the Bombshell Tag Title as she does, the two Bombshells hold their titles high as the FoShan Bombshells start talking strategy before handing the titles to Jacob who hands them off to the time keeper before calling both teams to the center of the ring in order to explain the rules of the match to them, both teams nod when asked if they understand and Jacob signals for the bell as the two teams exchange handshakes.
Jacob: Ring the bell!
DING DING DING
The bell quickly rings and the four Bombshells start brawling with each other in the middle of the ring, Song and Misty are going at it on one side of the ring whilst Vixen and Orchid go at it on the other side of the ring with Jacob right in the middle of it trying his best to regain some sort of order in this match, thankfully for him his prayers are answered as Vixen clotheslines Song over the top rope and to the floor taking the Canadian Bombshell with her.
Simone: The match has only just started and it has already been a wild brawl.
Adams: But with Vixen and Song out of the ring Jacob should be able to gain some order here!
Indeed Jacob does as he orders Misty and Orchid to break up the brawl and after a few minutes they do somehow managing to transition from an all-out brawl to an exchange of technical wrestling whilst their partners make their way to their respective corners, after a few minutes it looks like the two women are going to come to a stand-off but instead of the stare-down Orchid charges forward and snaps off a hurricanrana!
Simone: What a move by Orchid!
Adams: Misty’s retreating to the outside in order to buy herself some breathing room and after a move like that I can’t blame her!
Jacob starts counting out Misty as she goes over to her teams corner to discuss strategy, Vixen drops down to cat with her partner but they don’t realize that Song and Orchid are in the ring until they get hit by simultaneous suicide dives by Song and Orchid, Song going through the ropes and Orchid flipping over the top rope.
Simone: Misty’s attempt to buy herself some breathing room just backfired!
Adams: And Orchid has rolled Misty back into the ring before Jacob could even start his count! If that doesn’t show off their focus nothing does!
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Orchid follows Misty into the ring and goes for a cover 1….2….kick out by Misty! Orchid stares at Jacob in disbelief but he stands his ground, the Chinese Bombshell shakes her head before picking up Misty, taking her over to her team’s corner and tagging in Song.
Simone: More of the teamwork we saw at December 2 Dismember II and that six person tag match a few weeks ago.
Adams: And with twenty percent less blind tags! I bet Jacob’s relieved about that!
Song takes Misty down snapmare style and sits her up allowing Orchid to hit a running shining wizard which is followed by a standing Shooting Star Press by Song! Song follows it up with a cover 1…..2…..and Vixen makes the save just in time.
Simone: We’ve only seen them in action three times and each time we see the FoShan Bombshells they find new ways to impress us!
Adams: I know, right? Only Spike Staggs has seen Misty being dominated like this!
Simone: ……yeah I’m not even touching that!
Vixen returns to her corner where she starts cheering on Misty who is currently being held in a submission hold by Song, the crowd start cheering on Misty as the veteran Bombshell struggles to get back to her feet, she eventually does and surprises Song with a Back Suplex that takes her down to the matt, Misty immediately starts making her way to the champion’s corner but Song, being the fresher of the two women, is able to make it to her team quicker and immediately tags in Orchid who grabs hold of Misty’s leg.
Simone: Once again the FoShan Bombshells teamwork is keeping the champs on their toes!
Adams: Not for long! Enziguri by Misty!
Orchid slumps down to the matt after taking the enziguri and Misty makes a leap of faith before tagging in Vixen who charges in like a house on fire! Song charges towards the Canadian Bombshell but is met with a pair of clotheslines and a dropkick almost immediately! Whilst Song rolls away from Vixen Orchid gets back on her feet and tries to hit a running hurricanrana from behind on Vixen, however Vixen catches her as she transitions to the front of her head and slams her down with a sick powerbomb!
Simone: Vixen may have just won the match!
Adams: She’s holding on for the pin!
1…..2…..Song breaks it up in the nick of time with a seated dropkick to the face of Vixen! After helping Orchid back to her feet they discuss strategy before nodding and calling for the Say Goodnight!
Simone: They eliminated Traci Paterson and Necra Octavian Kane with this move and almost won the Bombshell Tag Titles!
Adams: If they hit this we’ll have new champions!
Song whips Vixen off the ropes, unwittingly letting Misty blind tag herself in, and Song grabs Vixen for the spinebuster, Song bounces off the opposite ropes but keeps going to gain momentum……and runs right into the Dream Crusher!
Simone: Dream Crusher by Misty! DDT by Vixen!
Adams: And the Queen’s Punishment is locked in!
Vixen quickly dumps Song to the outside whilst Jacob checks on Orchid’s condition, she tries to extend her leg to the bottom rope which isn’t far from her position but the pain proves to be too much as Orchid taps out!
Justin: Here are your winners and STILL SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions! Misty and Vixen!
Simone: What a match! Great effort by the FoShan Bombshells!
Adams: They displayed great teamwork throughout the match but it was ultimately the veteran instincts of Misty and Vixen that did them in!
Misty gets to her feet as the champions are handed their belts which they raise high, Song reenters the ring to check on Orchid and once she’s, groggily, on her feet both teams exchange another pair of handshakes before raising each other’s hands.
Simone: We may be looking at the future of the Bombshell Tag Team Division here folks!
Adams: And that future is bright!
Simone: That's all we have for this week, we'll see you all next week
Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Maggie, Sam, The Lord MK, Vixen, JT Starr, Mysterious video guy, Derek, Casey. Also again to Vixen for the great match banners and to all you RPers who make this worth while