5!

6!

Ringo stops one by planting his foot against the ring steps, smashing a hard elbow into Hardy???s face, and then he cracks him with another to the rib. He grabs Hardy???s head and slams it against the steps. Andrew Garcia comes over as if he is about to get involved somehow until he sees Andrew Garcia stalking toward him. The referee warns them about being too rough before continuing his count.

7!

8!

Hardy ducks a clothesline from Justice, and slides in under the ropes in Joshuas of getting an easy count out victory as Ringo tries to make it into the ring to save himself.

Adams: Hey, a win is a win, no matter how you get it??? And a great way to make sure you keep your title.

9!

Ringo slides back in the ring, just in the nick of time. Hardy meets him with a hard bicycle kick before Ringo can even return to his feet. He lays in a couple of kicks before leaning down to set up a Surfboard Stretch. Ringo struggles to escape it, and crawls away before Hardy can hook the arms. On the outside, Joshua jumps onto the back of Connor. Instead of looking as if he is trying to hurt him, he just holds on like he is a bucking bronco while Connor tries knocking him off.

Simone: Both men are starting to feel the effects of their battle. Hardy lost a perfect opportunity for a submission victory right there.

Adams: Hardy isn???t a submission artist, he is an extremist. He???s looking to end it in an extreme fashion.

Ringo crawls up the corner, dragging himself to a standing position, only to have his foot grabbed by Andrew from the outside. He turns around and looks at Andrew, the two men engaging in a wicked staredown. Hardy comes crashing hard with a body splash that sends Ringo crumbling back to the floor. Hardy picks Ringo up slowly and then ties up with Ringo. He wraps Ringo???s arms around his neck and turns around for a Straightjacket Neckbreaker.

Adams: The Laughing Matter!

Simone: It looks like it???s over here. Ringo is out, and the fans are really rallying behind Hardy.

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: Your winner as a result of a Knock Out.???MICHAEL HARDY!!!

Hardy climbs onto the turnbuckle, celebrating his victory. He looks out to the six hungry competitors outside of the ring, all staring back at him, ready to attack. He almost dares them to come after him by jumping to the outside of the ring. He continues to celebrate, but he is quickly surrounded by the six lumberjacks. They each have the same idea as they close in on Hardy. Andrew goes for the cheap shot on Ringo, but he ducks it and the clothesline connects with Connor, but it barely moves him. Andrew goes for a chop, but it connects with Joshua???s chest as Connor backs away. This causes a sort of uproar as all six men begin brawling with each other. Hardy stands there, a little confused, but he simply shrugs and walks off, leaving the men to brawl. Michael Hardy turns to face the fans and raises both fists into the air. He then turns to step backstage when suddenly he is laid out with a big boot right to the face by...

Simone: It's Brother Grimm!

Adams: Sweet merciful crap!

Hardy lays dazed on the top of the stage, spread eagled as a slow trickle of crimson drifts down his forehead. Brother Grimm, the Roulette Champion, stands over him and gazes down at Hardy's prone body like carrion watching over it's next meal.

Adams: I knew it was a bad idea for Hardy to get involved in Grimm's match earlier but did anybody listen to me? Nooooooo!

Simone: Michael Hardy cost Brother Grimm the match earlier against Bosom Buddies and now it looks like it's going to cost him!

A creepy, ominous smile slowly spreads on Grimm's black lips as he looks down at Hardy who is only now beginning to stir. Grimm reaches down and grabs a handful of Michael's colorful hair and peels him up off of the stage and to his feet. Grimm then tucks hardy's head between his knees and wraps his arms around his waist.

Simone: Oh what the hell is he planning to do now!?

Grimm lifts Hardy up as if for a powerbomb, but heaves him up even higher in the Last Ride position! Grimm holds him aloft and walks over toward the edge of the stage and gazes at the table below.

Adams: No!

Brother Grimm then leaps off of the stage and drives both Hardy as well as himself through the table, reducing it to shattered splinters!

Simone: JESUS! My God Grimm just powerbombed Michael Hardy off the goddam stage!

Adams: Brother Grimm just sen a message to Michael Hardy for interfering in his match earlier!

Simone: I know damn well we have medical personnel on hand! Get someone out here! Quick!

Staff and officials hurry out to tend to the fallen men! Michael Hardy is seemingly out cold, lying amidst the table's ruined form, as Grimm lies flat out his back, eyes closed but strangely enough, laughing! The SCW medics arrive swiftly as the scene cuts out.

Backstage, we are in the temporary office for the night of "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. Mark sits behind the desk, eyes glancing at the monitor watching the show while jotting notes. There is a knock on the door.

HS: Yes?

The door opens, and in struts Max Burke. He is already sporting his ring gear in preparation of the Quarterfinals match later in the show.

HS: Max. Take a seat. How are you chap?

Max pulls up a chair and takes a seat. He takes a drink from his Gatorade, and caps it quickly.

Burke: Good boss. Sorry to interrupt, but I wanted to discuss something with you.

HS: Sure. What's on your mind Max?

Burke: You know, as well as I do that there is strength in numbers. I've been thinking to myself lately that I need to start "making friends". Yeah, I've got Ruby by my side, but the attack by The Saviors opened by eyes to the fact I've been doing the lone wolf thing for far too long. It's time I associate myself with some like-minded individuals. I know you've had my back, and you know without a doubt that I've got yours.

HS: Indeed.

Burke: I've had my eye on a few of the boys and girls in the back, and I see a lot of potential for a healthy working relationship.

HS: There is a lot of new blood.

Burke: Take Casey's kid, Garcia. With Casey molding him, the future is bright for the kid. I think if we brought him in the sky would be the limit for him. There are a couple of other calls I want to make too. I want to bring in some muscle, and beauty also.

Burke looks toward the camera man with a glare.

Burke: You can leave now. The rest of this conversation is confidential.

Hot Stuff motions for the camera man to leave the room. Burke leans in, and takes Mark's pen. He scribbles a couple names on the piece of paper, and slides the paper back over to Mark.

HS: Hm. That could work. Yeah, that could really work. Let me make a few calls.

Burke: Ok, I'll go have a chat too. This could be really good.

HS: Agreed.

Burke pops out of the chair. He shakes Mark's hand, and leaves.

The lights in the arena drop out one by one as the music starts up. The ring crew rushes out with the make shift runway that the fans of SCW have come to know as a sign that Mean Girls are coming. The boos ring through the venue as the crew fastens the runway to the ring apron. A spotlight flashes on the curtains as Angelica walks out in a shocking display. She is barely covered with medical tape, allowing us to see almost as much as would be allowed an HBO program. She has dotted lines on the contours of her body with indistinguishable words above them. She holds her arms up as the lines begin to bleed a little. She winces before walking forward in her usual manner, making a point with her display.

Simone: This is just disgusting and disturbing.

Adams: Have to agree with you there, Belinda. I mean, the music isn???t sexy, and the blood may or may not be real. Normally I???d be happy to see this much of Angelica, but???

As Angelica reaches the center of the runway, Holly Wood comes out next, wearing nothing but a breast plate and nude tone underwear that blends seamlessly with her own skin tone. Her hair is nearly flawless, but the large white powder on, and around her nose distracts us from that, and bringing us to the foam coming from her mouth as her eyes appear to be completely white as if rolled back in her head. She shakes uncontrollably as she tries to walk the runway. The audience just stares with their mouths gaped open in shock and awe as Holly leans on Angelica. The strobe lights act like flashes from a camera as the two step on to the apron, Holly hanging almost lifelessly onto the ropes.

Adams: I???m??? I???m speechless here.

Simone: That???s got to be a first, Jason. But, I do have to agree. This just gets more and more disgusting.

Angelica slowly gazes over to the curtains as the blood pouring out of the lines becomes a heavier flow than before. The curtains part as Delia walks through in a tattered hospital gown, tailored to contour her body in an almost fashionable manner. Half of her face is covered in bloody bandages. In one hand is a large arm band made of rubber, with a cigarette between her two fingers, and the other has a large needle. Delia presses the cigarette between her lips holding the needle up to give it a flick with her now free fingers. She then gives her lips a prick, flicking her tongue with the sting, causing the cigarette to fall to the ground. As she retracts the needle, she bites onto her lower lip and moans loudly. She rolls up one of the sleeves of the hospital gown and ties the rubber tourniquet around her upper arm. She taps the bend in her arm as the crowd gasps. She presses the needle to her arm, just enough to cause a small trickle of blood before pulling the needle away with a laugh. She walks forward as she watches the parents cover their children???s eyes. She comes to the apron as Holly and Angelica fall gracefully to the ground, pulling the second rope down with them. Delia steps between the ropes and stands in the center of the ring, giving them a good look at her before walking to grab a microphone from Justin Decent. The music comes to a halt as the silence from the crowd almost seems foreign to Delia as opposed to the booing she normally hears.

Delia: What? No ???warm welcome??? for me, Irvine, California? I???m starting to s???ink z???at you actually like me???

Delia looks over to Angelica and Holly who remain nearly lifeless on the apron, and she smirks as she looks out to the audience once more, starting to hear a little bit of booing coming from them. She nods her head in approval before continuing.

Delia: You act as if you are shocked, no? I mean, turn on any television across z???e United States??? no??? z???e WORLD, and you see worse. We all want to escape our problems, and we throw our money at anyone or anys???ing z???at promises to help us forget. Doctors, pills, narcotics, marijuana, alcohol??? z???is way, we can blame our behavior on z???e drugs.

Crowd: BOOOOOOO!

Delia: You can boo me any os???er time, but z???is time, it is you who deserves z???e boos! You want to censor me because you brought your family here for wholesome family entertainment? Wi???s all z???e TITS and ASS and PUSSY being flashes on a show z???at references an orgasm, you expect it to be family friendly? Shame on YOU! NOT ME!

Simone: Leave it to this lady here to pull the audience right back to the sad reality that they are forced to sit down and listen to her tell us how to parent our children after a display like that???

Delia: No, I apologize. Allow me to bring some education to your children so z???at z???ey don???t wind up pathetic, drunken, stoned, depressed losers booing z???e only well-rounded, educated person z???is company has to offer??? Allow me to be z???e positive influence z???at z???ey need in z???eir lives! Let me break it down for you, Sesame Street style???

Crowd: SHUT UP CRACK WHORE! SHUT UP CRACK WHORE! SHUT UP CRACK WHORE!

Delia pauses and listens to the chants with a snarky smile on her face. She chuckles deeply into the microphone, deciding that the irony of the chant was evident enough without her pointing it out. She uses her free arm to form the letter ???D??? at her side. She raises the microphone to her lips once more.

Delia: Z???e letter for today, children, is z???e letter ???D???! ???D??? isn???t just for Dolce and Gabbana, honey???s??? ???D?????? for Dog. ???D??? for Darling. ???D??? for Delia??? ???D??? for depression, dumb, demons, darkness, damp, deranged, dazed, and DOPE! If you don???t know what z???e last one is, children, z???en I refer you to your parents. Z???ey are more z???e experts z???an I am. Now, we return you to your regularly scheduled program of Climax Control???

Delia glares out into the audience as Angelica and Holly have a hard time keeping the sedated look as they begin to chuckle as they lie on the apron. Delia walks around the ring slowly as if staring into each and every fan???s eyes. She basks in their disgust and their inability to come back at her.

Delia: I have made it clear in z???e past z???at you disgust me, so I will not bring up z???e subject any more tonight. I come out here to educate you. If you have no more ambition besides populating and copulating, z???e please bury your faces back in your draught beers and pay no attention. Oh, shit??? it looks like I???ve lost you all now??? Oh well, I tried???

Delia shrugs her shoulders and drops the microphone down to the mat, causing a loud sizzle as ???Dope Show??? begins playing once more. Delia walks to the ropes and steps over Angelica and Holly and onto the runway. Angelica and Holly quickly get up and follow her as she marches to the back, blowing the audience a kiss before they exit.

Pussy Willow stands next to Ben Jordan.

PW: Ben, earlier tonight, Andrew Garcia had some harsh words for you.

Ben: Andrew Garcia... well he's what us English call fur coat and no knickers.

The crowd cheer

Ben: What that means is all talk, no action. He can run his gob all he wants, it's a bit pointless until he actually does something about it. I'm full of myself? Behave Andy. Every week, you come out here, you talk utter bollocks, and then call me full of myself. This geezers in love with his own voice. Andrew, stop hiding in the ring, you got something to say to me, my face is right here.

Ben points to his face.

PW: You are moments away from facing Max Burke, you've said some complimentry things about Max lately.

Ben: Because Max is a talented bloke. Look, you got the good guys, you got the bad guys, but sometimes, you can't help but respect people, and Max is a decent bloke, an under rated talent and tonight, we're gonna rip this gaff down to the ground. Tonight, everyone is gonna witness a match and a half. Put ya feet up, enjoy this one cause Benny's coming out to play.

Ben winks at Pussy and walks away as the camera cuts back to the ring.

Simone: Last week on Climax Control Song and Orchid of the FoShan Bombshells faced two different teams as part of the Blast from the Past Tournament and both of their teams advanced.

Adams: One week later and they find each other on the opposite side of the ring from the other as their teams are squaring off in this Quarter Final Match.

Simone: Let???s take it to Justin.

Justin: The following is a Blast from the Past II Quarter Final Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first???.

FoShan Theme Song 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.

Justin: From FoShan, China, Song and Orchid!

Simone: Looks like they decided to enter together despite being opponents tonight.

Adams: And it looks like we have company in the form of Master Lily, welcome to the booth!

Master Lily: Thank you Jason, this is a big deal for the Chinese to see them face off so it was only appropriate that I join commentary.

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, they nod to each other before walking to separate corners of the ring and waiting for their partners.

Jon Dough: Testing testing, ok good my mic is still working.

Jon Dough gets up from his seat,

Jon Dough: Guys I'm sorry I know the match is about to start. However this being the 1st and maybe only time that Song and Oechid will be fighting each other. Just like when they debut we have something for everyone here. If everyone can look towards the SCW Tron and enjoy the show.

Simone: What???s up with Max?

Master Lily: If I could read minds I???d tell you.

Adams: Small Package on Song!

1???..2???..kick out by Song who doesn???t seem to notice that her partner???s out of commission, she gets to her feet but Orchid does as well spinning her around and grabbing her head.

Simone: She???s going for the Orchid Drop! That???s the move she won her last match with!

Master Lily: No! Song reverses!

Adams: Superkick by Song!

Master Lily: That???s not just any Superkick, that???s her finisher, The Perfect Melody!

Orchid slumps down to the canvass clearly out of it and Song goes for a cover 1???.2???3!!!!

Justin: Here are your winners, Song and Ben Jordan!

Simone: What a match!

Master Lily: Yes, it has been a pleasure but I must go see to my students!

Adams: Anytime Master Lily!

Master Lily leaves the announcers desk and joins Song to check up on her before they make their way to the back apparently confident that Orchid can make her way back on her own, Max climbs back in the ring, and makes his way over to Orchid. He helps her to her feet. Max holds her steady as she is still weak.

Simone: Uncharacteristic show of sportsmanship by Pro Wrestling's Pedigree.

Adams: Max might be a jerk, but he's still a man and a gentleman when it comes to Orchid.

Simone: Ruby can't be a fan of this little partnership.

All of a sudden, Max grabs hold of Orchid's neck and snaps her headfirst into the mat! Orchid drops lifeless to the canvas from the skull crushing force of Burke's signature maneuver.

Simone: HOLY SHIT!

Adams: MAXIMUM OVERDRIVE ON ORCHID!

Crowd: FUCK YOU BURKE! FUCK YOU BURKE!

Burke snatches the microphone from Justin Decent's grasp. He walks back over to the lifeless body of Orchid, and stands over her. He kneels down over here.

Burke: Orchid, it's been a great run but you came up short tonight. You let your emotions get in the way of a victory. You see Orchid; you need to associate with people that inspire you, people that challenge you to raise higher, people that make you better. You don't waste your valuable time with people that are not adding to your growth. My destiny is too important. The Blast from The Past tournament is fun, but it is simply a distraction from my true destiny. My sole focus is simple. The end game is crystal clear. I will become the SCW Heavyweight Champion, and lead this company for years to come. Tonight is a new chapter in the legacy of Max Burke. I promise to each and every one of you that our dominance has just begun. Nobody will stop us.

Burke throws down the microphone onto the body of Orchid, and poses over her as the crowd litters the ring with trash.

Crowd: FUCK YOU BURKE! FUCK YOU BURKE!

Backstage in Crawford Hall, in a room designated for the paramedics, Michael Hardy is lying flat on his back, with a neck brace on, but again conscious as the medical team examine him. The lead paramedic shines a light in Hardy's eye, examining him for a possible concussion, as staff members such as Miss Rocky Mountains and even Christian Underwood and Erik Staggs watch on.

Erik: Is he going to be okay? That's what we want to know.

Medic: That's what we're trying to find out. He's going to need to go to the...

The medic doesn't have time to finish as the door to the room bursts open and Brother Grimm rushes in to finish what he started! The paramedics shout out as Miss Rocky screams! Grimm starts throwing blows down onto the helpless Michael Hardy! Grimm drags him off of the table by the hair, never minding the damaging injuries he had caused the young man, and he throws him hard against the counter with the sink and medical supplies! Grimm tears off the neck brace and slams Hardy's face into the edge of the counter and starts throwing heavy fists into his head when Erik and Christian themselves grab Brother Grimm and tear him off of Michael! Further members of security rush in and they too grab hold of Grimm and drag him away from Michael who slowly crumbles to the floor and the medics rush to tend to him anew!

Christian: Get him OUT of here!

The security team pulls the struggling Brother Grimm from the room and Erik slams the door behind them and locks it so they can continue looking after Hardy's well being!

Scream by the Misfits hits over the pa.

Amy: ???Ever since I lost the Roulette title, things have gotten a little crazy for me. People can???t keep my name of their mouths, people pissing me off and people just sticking their nose into stuff that doesn???t concern them.

The fans pop at the name of Karina Koji.

Amy: ???The party whore or is it horde????

The fans then book at the insult.

Amy: ???She has been back like 5 minutes and has already made clear when she laid her dirty alcoholic hands on me, that she wants the Roulette title. I???m sorry to burst your bubble Karina, but while you have been drunk in some corner in the middle of nowhere, nobody is going to allow you to walk in and take the title that you never earned???

Scream by the Misfits hits over the pa once more as Amy drops the mic and climbs out of the ring and up the ramp to backstage.

Backstage, we see Giani Di Luca arriving at the arena with his duffel bag. He has a cell phone pressed against his ear, and the heavyweight championship belt draped over his shoulder. He chatters indistinctly as he comes up to Spike Staggs. He hangs up his phone and slides it into his pocket. They walk off in the distance as a man steps from out of the shadows, wearing a black hooded jacket with skulls on the arms. His head is turned as he watches Giani and Spike walk off to the NXT locker room. He chuckles as he drags a rusted steel chair behind him, slowly following them.

???I am the puppet master. You might not see the strings, but rest assured, I am pulling them. I am the orchestrator, and Sin City Wrestling is my symphony. In the shadows is where you can truly see the light.???

The voice is deep and distorted to protect the identity of the hooded man. The screeching noise of the chair dragging is like nails on a chalk board as he follows behind them, mapping out every corner they turn. He chuckles to himself as he finally comes to the locker room, slowly pushing the door open just a crack to peak inside. He can see Spike stressing out as Giani seems nonchalant.

Giani: It???s Simon Freakin??? Jones, bro??? I???ve taken him before, and I can do it again. Would ya just get off my nutsack long enough for me to???

Spike: No! You don???t understand how important this is. You???ve been off your game for weeks now, but with the title on the line, you might want to get serious, and do so right now.

???It seems my Twitter messages have gotten to you, Spike Staggs. Put him on his toes, and make sure he doesn???t screw this up. There is a lot riding on him??????

Giani and Spike both stop and look over toward the door. A loud crash is heard as Spike and Giani rush over to the door, flinging it open. Sitting on the ground is the rusted steel chair, with no sign of our mystery man. They look down at the chair to find a message written in red on the back of the chair??? reading ???#hacked???. As if he had seen a ghost, Spike???s face drains of color. Giani looks confused, scratching his head as he looks over to Spike, who simply walks back into the locker room.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your Blast in the Past Tournament match-up!

???Live it Up??? by Airborne hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for ???The Fearless One??? Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out with his wife Charlotte by his side as he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp, once they reach the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes before holding the middle rope down for his wife. ???Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe??? as the spine tingling sounds of Linkin Park blares across the personal address system the SCW arena fills with darkness. The sound of mixed cheers and boos can be heard but majority of the male fans start hooting and hollering as they await the arrival of one of their favourite eye candy bombshells to emerge from behind the thick black stage curtain. As the lights start to flicker bright shades of blue, the curtain starts to open and slowly Odette???s dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp. Biting her bottom lip Odette surveys the crowded arena, whilst simply placing her hands down by her side. Starting her short journey down the cold steel, Sliding into the ring under the bottom rope the camera man can???t help but try to get a sneaky look down the front of Odette???s super tight top, noticing this Odette gives the camera a cheeky smirk. Jumping up to her feet she walks over towards the ropes, turning sharply just before reaching them, Odette hooks her arms around the top rope using the curves from her elbows. Steve Ramone looks at Odette with his wife, Charlotte, nudging him in the side as Ryder walks over towards him as ???Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe??? fades away and Justin clears his throat.

Justin: Introducing first, hailing from Queens, New York and Queensland, Australia respectably, they are the team of Steve Ramone and Odette Ryder!

Simone: Jordan Williams unsuccessfully defended the Blast from the Blast tournament but this bombshell can, Odette Ryder returned and shone last week, only for that shine to be taken from her by Gabriel,

Adams: I wonder if the self-proclaimed Mrs Gabriel wants to be called that anymore?

Simone: What do you think?

Adams: Yes?

"Outsider" plays over the PA system. 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. ???Die for You??? by Otherwise plays and Argento comes to the ramp. He looks around the crowd and then he raises an arm, and part of the crowd that respects and cheers for Argento does the same. Argento comes to the ring and enters it, and makes the same pose and silver pyro comes from the turnbuckles. The music fades away as he joins his partner, Roxi, in their assigned corner with their opponents looking them up and down.

Justin: And their opponents, hailing from Tampa, Florida and born in Venice Italy, now residing in Orlando, Florida. They are the team of Roxi Johnson and the Silver Fox, ARGENTO!

Adams: He should have said Team Florida!

Simone: Our resident superhero is looking to avenge her defeat in the final last year by beating the victor on that occasion, Odette. Can we see Roxi exact that revenge to progress with Argento?

Adams: History could repeat itself and Odette goes to the semi-finals with Roxi cursing Odette???s name once more!

The bombshells step onto the ring apron as Drew Patton checks on Ramone and Argento before signalling for the bell.

*DING*DING*DING*

As soon as Drew Patton calls for the bell, Argento and Steve Ramone begins the match with Argento running across the ring looking for a clothesline, Ramone quickly does a forward roll, Argento runs against the ropes and runs towards his opponent again, Steve dives onto the canvas with Argento leaping over him to run against the ropes again, this time Steve leaps up and hits a hurricanrana. The fans go wild as Steve Ramone getting up to his feet, Argento holds his head as he gets back up, the two share an exchange as Ramone begins to clap his hands together. The audience replicates this as the whole hall vibrates. Argento and Steve begin to circle one another before Ramone kicks the midsection, hooking Argento???s arm over his neck to hit a suplex, Ramone quickly gets to his feet and heads towards the turnbuckle. Fan???s ringside get to their feet as Steve Ramone balances on the top turnbuckle, Argento gets to a vertical standpoint, Ramone leaps off hitting an inch perfect missle dropkick to the face of Argento.

Simone: So far Steve Ramone is showing us why he is not just a multi-time champion in the GWA, but why he???s one of the most talented and agile wrestlers in SCW today, a joy to behold!

Adams: What I enjoyed was seeing Argento???s face looking like a piece of modelling clay, the way Ramones feet went into it, can I get an instant replay on that please?

Argento rolls to the outside, Steve Ramone looks around the ring to see where Argento is, noticing him standing on the outside he walks over to that side of the ring, gripping hold of the top rope and he looks to elevate himself over but Argento see this and quickly moves around out of the way by walking around the ring. Ramone doesn???t leap over the ropes but rushes across the ring, bouncing against the ropes, Argento looks but is in vain as Steve Ramone leaps through the middle rope to hit a suicide dive, which causes Argento to fall backwards with his head hitting hard against the barricade.

Simone: That was a deathly crack and that was Argento???s skull against that hard barricade!

Adams: I did just set off a party popper

Simone: I hope.. what?

Ramone lifts Argento up and slides him into the ring, Drew checks on Argento as Steve climbs onto the ring apron and through the ropes, Argento hasn???t really moved much with Ramone looking to capitalise on it by climbing up the turnbuckle once more. The fans sense that Ramone might be looking for his trademark corkscrew 630 splash. Ramone eyes his opponent up and balances on the turnbuckle, leaping up to look for the what fear? Argento rolls out of the way causing Ramone to land precariously on the canvas, both men lay on the canvas with Argento holding his head and Ramone holding his front. Roxi and Odette are dying to get into the ring, jumping up and down, slapping the top turnbuckle and stomping on the ring apron. Argento and Ramone slowly crawl across the canvas, hands extended towards their partners, each edging closer to the corner in the hope to get the tag.

Crowd: RY-DER-NITES! RY-DER-NITES! RY-DER-NITES!

Simone: Steve Ramone has really been stealing the show and the fans are dying to see the bombshells!

Adams: I???m surprised Argento knows which one is his own partner is.

Ramone slaps the hand Odette Ryder, the crowd erupt as both bombshells climbs into the ring, both men roll to the outside, Odette and Roxi meets in the centre of the ring with Ryder getting the upper hand with a swinging neckbreaker. Both bombshells get to their feet, Roxi favouring her neck, Odette hits a spinebuster on Roxi before leaping to her feet and hitting a standing moonsault. Roxi holds her midsection as Odette rushes across to the ropes, leaping onto the middle rope to look for a lionsault, Roxi raises her knees up but Odette manages to land on her feet to avoid the knees. Odette reaches down to lift Roxi up but Roxi surprises Odette by wrapping her legs around her arm and locking in the cross armbreaker. Fans cheer as Ryder is trying to block Johnson by grasping onto her own hand, Roxi yanks the arm in hope that Odettes grip slips.

Simone: Odette is not letting our resident superhero lock that cross armbreaker in

Adams: She???ll last as long as I do in bed..

Simone: not long then.

Ryder???s grip slips with Roxi yanking the arm, Odette screams in pain, frantically pulling herself with her legs towards the ropes, managing to get her right foot onto the bottom rope causing Drew to break the hold. Roxi gets to her feet, Odette feeling her arm slowly gets to her feet, Johnson rushes past Odette, bouncing off the middle rope and hits a springboard DDT. Roxi gets up and hits a Superstar Press!

Crowd: ROXI! ROXI! ROXI!

Roxi hooks the leg of Odette.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Shoulder up!

Roxi shakes her head as she lifts the returning bombshell up, Odette stumbles forward to the turnbuckle, Roxi grabs Odette by the waist but Odette catches her with a wheelbarrow bulldog. Odette follows this up by locking in the STF, Roxi screams in pain, she isn???t that far from the ropes and isn???t locked in the hold for long as she grips hold of the bottom rope. Ryder lets go of the hold and both bombshells gets up to their feet, Ryder hits a few forearm smashes forcing Johnson into the turnbuckle, she mounts the ropes hitting a few more forearms before trying a tornado DDT, Roxi pushes Odette off her as she lands precariously on her feet, Roxi runs towards Odette but Odette tries to lock in a sleeper but Johnson turns it into a Blue Thunder Powerbomb with pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Odette closes her thighs onto Roxi???s head to break the pin.

Adams: A lot of men would like to be in that position.

Simone: and women too.

Adams: NOW WE???RE TALKING!

Roxi keeps hold of her legs as she gets up and begins to set the sharpshooter, locking the legs and tries to turn Odette over onto her front, Ryder wriggles and moves frantically to prevent the hold being locked in. Roxi lets go of one of her legs as Odette uses the free foot to kick Roxi in the face a few times. Johnson lets go and holds her face in pain, allowing Odette to get up to her feet, Ryder tries to go for a Russian leg-sweep but Roxi blocks it, Odette tries again but Roxi blocks, Odette lets the hold go and in one swift action hits a pele kick. Roxi drops to one knee as Odette quickly gets up and hits a jumping enzuguri, Roxi falls limp onto the canvas as the crowd goes wild.

Simone: Both bombshells cannot be separated with Roxi getting a few near falls, It???s hard to tell who is going to be the winner of this one, Jason!

Adams: Ramone and Argento set the contest up and these bombshells are bringing the roof down on this place.

Odette pulls Roxi???s limp body into position, going over to the corner with Steve Ramone and steps up onto the middle rope, Ramone slaps the arm of Odette in encouragement but Drew Patton signifies it as a Tag, Ryder completely oblivious to this as Ramone looks slightly taken back by Drew???s interpretation of encouragement. Odette Ryder executes the Ryderfly! Steve Ramone and Argento climb into the ring, Argento tries his trademark silver superman but Ramone catches him with the fearless shot in mid-air. Odette and Ramone jointly go for the pin as Drew Patton drops down to the floor and slaps both hands down on the canvas.

ONE! ONE!

TWO! TWO!

THREE! THREE!

*DING*DING*DING*

Simone: Ramone may not have intentionally meant that tag but they proved why they maybe the new favourites in this tournament!

Roxi Johnson and Argento rolls out of the ring leaving the victorious Odette and Steve Ramone in the ring, Drew raises the hands of the pair to the jubilant audience in attendance. The lights drop out and a huge explosion is heard. The arena shakes.

Adams: I spilled my coke!

The screen flickers to life, to show the face of Gabriel, slowly clapping. Odette looks up, stepping back against the ropes as Steve steps forward.

Gabriel: Congratulations Odette, once again, you've carried that worthless little Steve Ramone another round.

The fans boo.

Gabriel: Now Steve, you can stand there and shut up for a minute because you, are meaningless to me right now.

Gabriel's face moves in closer to the camera.

Gabriel: It's time for another lesson in why Odette isn't who she says she is. Now last week, I touched on the fact that Odette is and will always be addicted to fame, but there's that side of Odette that you never saw, the little material girl that she is.

Crowd: Shut the fuck up! Shut the fuck up!

Gabriel smiles.

Gabriel: Why don't you shut the fuck up!

The crowd boo.

Gabriel: Now Odette knew I was the sin of greed, she's a silly little material girl, but my greed went way beyond possessions, but you Odette, you was a little amateur girl, that wanted brand new toys every week, you knew for a fact I would say yes, and there lies another reason why you used me. Pricks like Ramone and these idiot fans cheer you, but they don't know the real you Odette, I do.

Odette's eyes stay locked on Gabriel's as she shakes her head from side to side, confused as to why he is doing this to her.

Gabriel: Would you people like proof on how hooked on brand new toys Odette really is?

The screen opens out to show Gabriel sitting sideways on a vintage 1983 Honda XR 500, Odette's prized restored bike.

Gabriel: Your fave, isn't it Odette?

Odette didn't say anything her eyes just grew wide at the sight of her bike on screen.

Gabriel: Now I gave you this, because you asked for it, but I can give, and I can take away. These people need to see your reaction to this, to prove what a self centered bitch you truly are. These people need to see that you are full of shit, you say what people want to hear. Watch her reaction closely people.

Gabriel points down and picks up a petrol can, lifting it up and pouring it all over the bike. He steps away from it.

Gabriel: All she ever wanted was possessions, she is the definition of a spoilt little brat, she is the definition of "take take take". Well I can take as well Odette.

Gabriel steps away, holding his hand out to the bike. In the ring Odette doesn't say a word but the look of grief is already evident on her face. A spark shoots from Gabriel's hand and hits the bike, causing a flame to run along the top. Odette's head drops and she covers her face with her hands . The bike explodes, simultaniously, flames jump up around the ring.

Gabriel: The lord giveth, and the lord taketh away.

Moving back from the ropes Odette looks at the flames, then towards the images of her bike burning on the screen. Her frightened body crumbles into a heap as she tries to hold herself up with the ropes. Gabriel watches the burning wreckage before turning back to the camera.

Gabriel: Now Ramone, you sit there hiding behind Twitter, with your friends, and seriously, five people, one Twitter account and you call me stupid? Well you sit there and you slate me, while embarrassing yourself. You lot don't even like each other, but no, you sit there and do that and share e mail accounts, Twitter accounts, what's wrong, only one of you idiots know how to use a Twitter account?

An arrogant smirk crosses Gabriel's face.

Gabriel: You have the balls to challenge me to a match, knowing I'm not medically cleared to even get back in the ring. You have the nerve to insult my return video, THESE FUCKING PROMOS ARE BETTER THAN ANYTHING YOU'VE EVER DONE, YOU STUPID DELUDED PRICK!

Adams: Holy crackers, Gabriel is pissed.

Gabriel: You sit there and slate me dickhead, when you've done nothing? Well I had no intentions of burying you, but that mouth of yours Steve is running away, cause that scatty bitch shook her arse and you're thinking with your cock. That's a bad thing to be thinking with. You wanna tell your friends to slate me on the worst segment ever known to SCW, Matthew Kennedy News, which in honestly, makes any one that goes on it, look stupid. You go ahead and embarrass yourself with that. You're nothing but a glorified jobber. You say you've won bigger things in bigger feds, but you've won fuck all here, because you're a loser, a loser that sits and does promos in hotel rooms, while on a laptop, the same as Jessie Salco, the same as Lizzie Short, the same as Cyrus King, the same as what Matthew Kennedy used to do. You're shit, you're boring, you're nothing. This is what I think of you.

Gabriel sticks his middle finger up at the camera, in front of an arrogant smirk.

Gabriel: Now I'm gonna give you the chance to go get back on your horse and fuck off. Stay out of what doesn't concern you. If you continue to insult me, and The Sins, then we're going hunting. I will destory you, I will destroy Cyrus King, I will hunt down Matthew Kennedy, I will rip Marty McFarge's fat head off his shoulders, I will take Jake Salco and tear him apart, dred by dred, I will take that obvious Shane Boswell name rip off, Shane Crosswell, and take away his reasons for fucking Salco. Then I will make sure that someone destroys Jessie Salco, Lizzie Short, Charlotte and Miranda. Step away now Steve, or you bring on a shit storm you can not handle.

Gabriel laughs loudly

Gabriel: You wanna know what fear is Steve? Fear is what lurks in the shadows. Odette, I'm in the shadows....

A shadow of Gabriel appears in the middle of the ring. Odette and Steve look down at the shadow in the ring. Odette watches on terrified, to afraid to move. The shadow breaks in to four pieces and smoke fills the ring. Four figures start to rise from the smoke.

Simone: What the hell is going on?

Adams: Hold me, I'm scared!

Four men dressed like reapers, holding scythes stand in the ring. Ramone takes a swing at one of them, his hand moving through the black cloak and out of the other side.

Simone: Did Steve just punch through a reaper?

He turns and throws a kick at another, but his leg passes right through.

Simone: This is freaky.

Ramone charges a third but spears right though him!

Adams: I'm gonna have nightmares tonight.

The three reapers stand around Ramone but one turns to Odette. He puts his hand on the hood and pulls it back, revealing.

Adams: Black smoke? What the?

No one can be seen, just black smoke in the shape of a face. The four reaper cloaks falls to the floor, dropping the scythes in the ring. Odette backs up into the corner of the ring and falls down into a heap. her hands come up to cover her face that is now streaming with tears. Gabriel laughs on the screen.

Gabriel: I'll be seeing you really soon Odette.

Gabriel laughs loudly and the screen fades out as the cameras pan in to focus on a visibly distraught, who has covered up her face with her arms. Her legs are tucked into her chest as if she was already fighting for survival. A bunch of ring crew try and help Odette make her way to her feet and out of the ring, the cameras than pan backstage.

Backstage, Vixen is seen looking at the schedule for the show and is approached by Pussy Willow who smirks at Vixen as she looks down at the page in Vixen???s hand.

Pussy Willow: Awww???here for nothing are we?

Vixen smiles and slides her arm through Pussy???s as she begins to lead the reporter along the hallway.

Vixen: You are just too funny tonight Pussy. Making all these ???snaps??? comments. Tell me how ever do you figure out all these comebacks and comments. I mean I try and I just can???t come off that blonde.

Pussy stops and glares at Vixen.

Pussy Willow: Well if you are going to be that way Vixen, I just will leave you here and get my interview somewhere else.

Pussy turns to move away but Vixen holds her back.

Vixen: I???m sorry Pussy, it is just that I have been in a bit of a foul mood lately because I have been watching people get title shot after title shot and then nothing ever comes for me. So I asked myself ???Self???what do you need from SCW???? And do you know what the answer was?

Pussy Willow: Noooo

Vixen: I realized that I have won every bombshell title here in SCW so I didn???t really need anything else. But the real question was what did I want? I want to do it again.

Pussy Willow: Do what again?

Vixen: I want to win every title again and become the only bombshell to grandslam the titles???TWICE!

With that, Vixen pats Pussy on the back and heads towards the locker rooms as Pussy is stopped right in her tracks.

Pussy Willow: Can she do that?

We return backstage to see Erik Staggs walking through the hallways as if on a mission. He turns the corner, nearly bumping into a busy stagehand. He grunts in frustration as he brushes shoulders with them as he continues on his journey. He passes a dark corner, but before he can get very far away from it, a hand reaches out and grabs onto his shoulder, stopping him dead in his tracks. Erik turns around with a look of disdain on his face that only gets worse when he finds who he is looking for.

Erik: Goddamn it! What the hell do you think you???re doing here? This wasn???t part of the arrangement??? The hacked tweets??? hell, your presence at a show???

???I???m protecting my investments. I can???t stay in the shadows forever, Erik.???

Erik rolls his eyes, almost seeming to be at a loss for words as the disguised voice resonates in his ears. He folds his arms across his chest and looks into the dark corner.

Erik: Um, actually you can, because that was the focal point of ALL of the agreements we???ve made. YOU stay hidden while I make sure things go smoothly.

???Oh, so you want to talk about breach of contract? I have a few I would like to discuss with you??? or, you can let me handle my business, because I know I can do it right!???

Erik: What business? You said there was hope here, and that is why you pulled the plug on the rebellion. Your business is our champ, and???

???And if our champ is successful here tonight, then there is nothing to worry about. I will go back to the shadows, and continue to pull the strings that make this place go ???round. But, if he doesn???t, and I intend to find out first hand if he doesn???t??? then there will be problems. BIG??? problems. But, let???s hope that isn???t the case??????

Erik tries to think of something to say as the distorted chuckling gets louder and louder. He balls his fists up and turns away from the shadowed corner, walking off as we stay focused on the shadows and what lies within them.

Simone: Fans, right now we have a very special treat for you, courtesy of Christian Underwood and the video library of Generation-X Wrestling. It took place on September 7, 2003 in Honolulu, Hawaii at the Aloha Stadium.

Adams: They had wrestling in Hawaii? Hunh! Learn something new every day.

Simone: The match was for the GXW World Heavyweight Championship, and it was between the challenger, the man known as Conscious, and the reigning World Heavyweight Champion, the man who in just a matter of weeks will be facing our own Hot Stuff Mark Ward, Nicolas L. Blair!

Adams: You called this match back then, didn't you?

Simone: That I did.

Adams: Wow. Ancient History and all that!

Belinda slowly turns to face Jason who swallows hard and turns to the camera.

Adams: Go to the match! Go to the match!

Scott: Well we'll see now won't we because the champion is about to make his entrance!

Then "Tubular Bells"slowly starts playing over the speakers and the lights across the arena slowly start to dim down and the crowd hushes as a lone figure appears atop the ramp, cradling a golden belt in the crook of his arm. Dark and handsome, it is the GXW world heavyweight champion Nicolas Blair in all his darkened glory.

Scott: No fair! The world champion hasn't even been given a chance to get his jacket off!

Conscious grabs Blair by the hair and his jacket's collar and heaves him up to his feet and throws him hard into the near corner and drives a boot into his stomach, taking the air right out of him. Grabbing an arm, Conscious Irish whips his opponent into the far corner and follows him right in with an elbow to the sternum! Nicolas grabs his chest, trying to gasp for breathe but Conscious's non-stop assault has left him winded and near impossible to recover! Conscious shoves him back in and, with the champion pinned in, the challenger mounts the second turnbuckle and starts to drive fist after fist into Blair's head with the fans chanting along with the count!

1!
2!
3!
4!
5!
6!
7!
8!
9!
10!

The fans cheer at the climax of the mandatory ten punches but before Conscious can dismount from his perch, Nicolas ensnares him around the legs and pulls his challenger off and goes for a reverses atomic drop but Conscious's long legs prevent the damage and he lunges forward, clotheslining Blair down to the mat! Conscious covers Nicolas in a pin attempt and hooks the leg.

1.....
2.....Nicolas shoots the right shoulder up!

Belinda: Maybe not but if Conscious keeps up with this kind of assault Blair won't be the champion for much longer!

Conscious quickly rises to his feet, dragging Blair up along with him and strikes with an open handed chop across Nicolas's bare chest, leaving a deep red handprint and the fans cheering!

"WHOO!"

Another chop to the chest doubles Nicolas over with a grimace of pain etched across his handsome face but Conscious is unrelenting as he yanks the long, leather trench coat from him...

Scott: FINALLY!

And Conscious wraps the leather around Nicolas's throat, choking him out with his own coat!

Belinda: My god, what the hell has gotten into Conscious? He's like a man possessed!

Scott: It's unfair, that's what it is! Disqualify him ref! Disqualify him!

Belinda: After that backdrop Blair should see if he can cash in his flying mileage!

Belinda: Jesus Christ! Those long legs of Conscious pack one hell of a punch!

Scott: Ha! This is great! Blair retains!

Belinda: Not like this!

Scott: Oh come on! Biased damn referee!