Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Icardo Center in Bakersfield, California. 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. 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!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

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

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Icardo Center in Bakersfield, California 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 in Amsterdam applauds and cheers as Amanda is escorted out onto the stage by two handsome and muscular young men. Amanda is dressed in a gown made of blue and black feathers and the two men are wearing muscle shirts and skin-tight jeans. The music starts to play and the hunks perform the dance moves right alongside Amanda's left and right sides.

Amanda: Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
My feelin's can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it

Meeting Mr. Right, the man of my dreams
The one and only true love or at least it seems
With brown coco skin and curly black hair
It's just the way he looks at me, that gentle lovin' stare

Finally you come along
The way I feel about you it just can't be wrong
If you only knew the way I feel about you
I just can't describe him oh no no

Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
My feelin's can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it

Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
My feelin's can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it

It seemed so many times he seemed to be the one
But all he ever wanted was to have a little fun
But now you've come along and brightened up my world
In my heart I feel it I'm that special kind of girl

Finally you come along
The way I feel about you it just can't be wrong
If you only knew the way I feel about you
I just can't describe him oh no no

Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
My feelin's can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it

Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
My feelin's can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it

Finally
Ooooooooh finally yeah yeah
Oh

True love, a feelin' I never knew
Until you came into my life and now it's real
I never knew that I would find the time
Before you I thought love was blind

And my life was coastin' out my emotion
Too strong for words, you're set for devotion
A-pushin' me from mutual attraction
True love, the chemical reaction

Then my actions
Reflect those of a way to makin' this a better love
A never ending plan like man and wife
Flavourful to my life like a spice

Summon me to death, you're my big mean of protection
My one and only source of affection
So I'm puttin' all games behind me
I've been lookin' for the key to love and I've found it finally

Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
My feelin's can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it

The music stops and Amanda poses with her arms held out and the two men each take a hand and kiss it as the crowd applauds.

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

Adams: And I'm watching The Dukes Of Hazzard, YEEEEEEEEEEEHAW! But you can call me Jason Adams.

Simone: Seven big match tonight as we move towards Blaze Of Glory III, and we will have match announcements for that show, but we kick things off with one of the most talked about stars in SCW, Jamie Dean, as he take on one half of SCW's tag team champions, Jon Dough.

Adams: I wonder what kind of faces Jon will be making under that mask when Jamie starts... well, being Jamie.

Simone: SCW Bombshell Tag Titles on the line, Emma Rose and Joanne Canelli defend against Traci Patterson, and the arrogant, yet confident, Mercedes Vargas.

Adams: Mercedes recently lost her Bombshell Roulette title, this could be the perfect chance to bounce right back and grab her second piece of SCW gold, but Emma Rose and Joanne Canelli are gonna fight tooth and nail to keep them.

Simone: Andrew Garcia and Deavon Justice are two superstars, just aching to be known in SCW, and tonight they go one on one.

Adams: These guys can put on one hell of a show and prove they are worthy of the next level.

Simone: Sean Jackson came to SCW with big credentials, tonight, he's up against his biggest challenge yet. Number one contender to the tag team championship, Joshua Acquin, plus Dante Memphiso, and Big Tiger Jeremiah Hardin are all in the same ring too.

Adams: This is explosive in the ring tonight. Sean Jackson will have to be at his best to walk out with a big W.

Simone: Blast From The Past II, quarter finals number three sees Geno Jr and Amy Marshall, are up against brand new SCW Heavyweight champion, Simon Jones, and his polar opposite, Party Girl, Brandi Shotze.

Adams: I can't call this one at all.

Simone: A quarter final four pits Guns For Hire on opposite sides. It happened to the Foshan Bombshells last week, and now it's happening to Landon Axel and Ethan Brody. The luck of the draw have pitted the former tag champions against each other, with Landon teaming with Jessie Salco and Ethan teaming with teaming with Delia.

Adams: Landon and Ethan have been partners for a long time, I can't wait to see how they're gonna act in the ring tonight.

Simone: Just when you thought we gave you all we can, you was wrong, because the Bombshell Title is on the line. Dominant champion Gothika is in the ring as she defends against the only bombshell who can claim triple crown glory, Vixen.

Adams: Vixen made it clear she wants to be the first to win the triple crown twice over and she has a big chance to take a big step in that direction tonight. Right, lets start this bad boy!




Were backstage and we see a camera focusing on the 5 Elders locker-room. We can hear Master Lily talking to Song and Jon Dough, along with an unknown person.

Master Lily: Don’t worry; I'll be heading to the ring to talk to Staggs about what took place last week. Just stay here and don’t do anything stupid Song, you too Jon, and you I know you want to get your hands on Max. Let me talk to Staggs and see what we can do.

Song: Fine Master, but make sure Staggs does something. I don’t need to be watching my back because of some SCW Male superstar who thinks putting his hands on a woman make him look tough.

Jon Dough: You don't need to worry about that. I'll take care of Max when I see him!

Master Lily: No Jon, I said I'll take care of it. You been told by Master Wong to drop it. Besides he can take care of Max. You got other things to worry about like your match tonight vs. Jamie Dean.

Song: Yea Jon you vs. Jamie Dean tonight, right here in Bakersfield, California

Small cheap pop is heard from the crowd in the background.

Jon Dough: Yea you guys are right, sorry Master Lily.

Master Lily: its ok Jon, Were all upset at what happened While stay tight I'll be back in a bit.

Lin Ting Lu leaves the locker room. She bumps in to SCW Ref. Jacob Summers.

Master Lily: Oh sorry about that Mr. Summers. Would love to chat but I have to go.

She leaves the camera zooms in closer to the door.

Jon Dough: Hey Song, Ninja I know Mater Lily said to leave it alone, but I can’t and Max is going to get it before tonight is over!

SCW Ref. Jacob Summers hears the comments from Jon Dough and hands the way he was coming from. He looks to his right and can see Staggs about 30 feet away.

Jacob Summers: Hey Staggs...

Jacob Summers starts jogging to Staggs. Staggs is seen with a few members of SCW security guards

Jacob Summers: Hey sorry to bother you sir, but I just overheard Jon Dough say something about doing something to Max Burke.

Staggs: Why thank you, Jacob... I'll be sure to handle this delicately...

Staggs looks at the security guards.

Staggs: Okay... I need a few of you guys to look after Max Burke tonight, and get a group to watch the 5 Elders to make sure they don’t do anything stupid, either... Well? What are you guys waiting for?




Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first… hailing from Los Angeles, California, standing at 5 feet 10 inches and weighing in at 169 pounds… from the waist down, he is…JAMIE DEAN!!!

The lights dim and the heavy beat of "Satisfaction" by Benny Benassi begins playing across the sound system and the crowd starts clapping along. As the lights return, they find Jamie Dean on his hands and knees, twerking his backside, facing away from the crowd. Jamie then jumps to his feet and calls out to the crowd with his arms held wide. He is wearing dark shades, a black color and hot pink bow tie, black vest lined in hot pink and matching loose pants. Jamie proceeds to walk down the ramp way, slapping hands as he goes. He walks around the entire ring, slapping hands until he reaches the steps and climbs them quickly to the ring apron. Jamie turns his back to the crowd, and with his hands behind his head, he begins twerking his butt off. He then steps halfway through the ropes and first grinds himself along the middle rope, then starts to 'hump' it vigorously. Jamie steps the rest of the way through and moves about the area of the ring, beckoning to the crowd for louder cheers and calling out to them. He removes his shades and then begins to sway his upper body, sliding his vest off. He points to all corners of the building, and whichever side draws the most cheers, Jamie whips his pants off to reveal his trunks. He whirls his pants in the air over his head while grinding his pelvis towards the crowd, before tossing the pants to the outside, ready to begin the match.

Justin Decent: And his opponent, hailing from parts unknown, standing at 6 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds, he is… JON DOUGH!!!

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

DING! DING! DING!

Jon Dough eyeballs Jamie, chuckling to himself as Jamie gyrates slowly but methodically for the audience’s amusement. Jon shakes his head in disgust at this disrespectful display, turning to the audience to show them how to really work a crowd, getting even more cheers. Before Jon can turn around, Jamie lunges behind him, taking a quick swipe at the belt loops of Jon’s cargo pants, dragging them down to the ground. Jon growls with anger as he turns around, only to stumble over Jamie who is on all fours behind him. Jamie gets up and shrugs his shoulders. He looks down at Jon and starts laying in rapid stomps. Jamie falls to his knees, and begins punching at Jon’s face until Jon hits a quick Headbutt right between Jamie’s eyes. He works his way up to his feet and starts pulling up his pants. Jamie shoves him forward, eliciting laughter from the crowds as Jon falls onto the middle rope. Jamie stands behind him, as he begins to smack his bare bottom before dashing across the ring and coming back around, leaping over the top rope with a leg guillotine.

Adams: Is it me, or is Jamie Dean actually showing potential of winning this match?

Simone: Somehow, the crazy little pervert is working his way into Jon’s head, and that’s a scary thought… Almost as scary as what Jamie must be thinking when he hears me say something about putting something in someone’s head...

Crowd (Mostly female): SHAKE YOUR ASS! TWERKING CHAMP! SHAKE YOUR ASS! TWERKING CHAMP! SHAKE YOUR ASS! TWERKING CHAMP!

Jamie climbs back inside of the ring, but not before pausing for a quick twerk session to get the ladies (and some men) in the venue to cheer. His eyes widen and he points out to the cheering audience while stepping onto the bottom rope. He pauses there for a moment before leaping down. As soon as he does, Jon Dough is right there, thrusting himself into the air to hit a clothesline that floors Jamie. He works his way back up to his feet and pulls his pants up, just a little higher than normal. He quickly stomps on Jamie, working out a fraction of his aggressions. He leans down and smacks Jamie across the back of the head while he tries to get up. He quickly asserts himself against Jamie by pressing his boot against the back of Jamie’s neck, pressing it down hard. Jacob Summers charges over to Jon and taps on his shoulder. Without letting up, he turns to Summers with fire in his eyes burning from underneath his mask. He waves his hand while shouting at Jon, who seems to be on a mean streak tonight. He stares at Summers, as if waiting for him to explain. Dough waves him off and looks back down at Jamie who is writhing in pain. Jacob shakes his head and kicks his foot off of Jamie. He gets really angry and turns to argue with her.

Simone: The champion doesn’t care if he gets disqualified because he is still a champion at the end of the night, but Jacob refuses to let him disregard the rules.

Adams: This is very unlike Jon Dough, who is usually much more of a sportsman than this…

Jon continues to get in Jacob’s face. He shoves Dough back and shouts at Jon in order to assert his authority. He is fuming, but doesn’t have long to protest his call when Jamie bounces off of the opposing ropes. He leaps up onto Jon’s back, pressing his knees against his lower back before pulling him into a backbreaker. Jamie stands up and gets the crowd pumped up again as he swings his hips around in slow circles. He bounces off of the ropes and comes back with a Rolling Thunder. He holds onto his ribs as he hooks Jon’s leg for the pin.

1!

2!

KICKOUT!

Adams: That one was close! I don’t think the fans were ready for this match to end!

Simone: It is always interesting to hear the crowd’s reaction when two fan favorites square off.

Crowd: JON WHO? JON DOUGH! JON WHO? JON DOUGH! JON WHO? JON DOUGH!

Jamie picks Jon up off of the mat, but Jon shoves him off. They quickly lock up and Jon tosses Jamie across the ring. Jamie bounces off and plants a boott to Jon’s groin. As he falls to his knees, Jamie leapfrogs over him and slides out of the ring. He walks over to the guardrail and collapses on it. He rests up for a second before turning to the fans who pat him on the back. He nods his head before snatching a beer out of the man’s hand. He breathes heavily as the fans pat his shoulders and chest in a show of support. As he catches his breath, he turns around to see Jon roll out of the ring. As Jon charges at Jamie, Jamie dashes off, making Jon chase him. He runs around the ring two times as Jon follows closely behind. Once Jon has almost caught him, Jamie slides under the ring. Jon tries to catch his ankle, but is just a second too late.

Simone: Who knew Jamie Dean could be so squirrelly. I seem to remember a certain Jamie who used to pull similar tactics in the ring…

Adams: Those two would make an unforgettable duo. They should totally team up!

Simone: Lord help us if that were to ever happen…

Jon has caught onto Jamie’s game and he rolls inside of the ring, running across to the other side. He rolls outside and takes a few steps back. He sees a pile of various weapons slowly slide out from under the ring followed by Jamie, one of which being a pesky trashcan lid. Once the lid is set in the right position in front of his face, Jon smirks and punts the lid into Jamie’s face as hard as he can. He quickly kicks the chair back under the ring and yanks Jamie out from under the ring. He picks Jamie up and drops him down hard onto the barricade. As Jamie holds onto his throat, Jon pulls him up and whips him into the ring post as hard as he can. As Jamie rebounds, holding onto his back, Jon hits a Spinning Heel Kick. He lifts Jamie up and tosses him inside of the ring once again. He slides in and lays down a lateral press on Jamie. Jacob drops down for the count.

1!

2!

3!NO!

Jamie lays a foot on the bottom rope, causing Jacob to stop the count. He points over to the rope and Jon furiously slaps his hands against the mat. He pulls Jamie a few feet away from the ropes and then lays back over Jamie. Jacob is slow to fall to his knees and Jon let’s him know. He starts the count.

1!

2! KICKOUT!

Jamie gets a shoulder up just after the two count. Jon slams a few fists into Jamie’s head for good measure. He stands up and bends down to pull Jamie up with him. Once Jamie is on his feet, Jon hits a hard right hook. He hits another one as Jamie stumbles back. Jon stays on him, placing his left fist under Jamie’s chin. Jon pulls his right fist back, pausing to kiss it before swinging forward. He is stopped short when Jamie reaches forward and gives Jon’s nipple a hard twist through the black shirt. Jamie shouts out “PURPLE NURPLE!” as Jon writhes. Jamie rolls out of the ring before Jon can recover.

Crowd: GET BACK IN THERE! *STOMP STOMP STOMP* GET BACK IN THERE! *STOMP STOMP STOMP*

The crowd cheers loudly as Jamie paces back and forth, catching his breath. He flexes for the front row. Once he is revived, he approaches the ring, but Jon is ready. He is getting angry with Jamie’s shenanigans and he is ready to shove a boot down his throat. Jamie takes a step back and then points behind Jon. Dough scoffs, but Jamie persists by pointing with even more enthusiasm. Jon points back at Jamie as he leans over the top rope. Jamie shrugs his shoulders with a sly smile on his face. Jon’s face drains of color as the fans cheer. He slowly turns around to see… nothing! Jamie gives Jon a hard low blow following it up with a Sunset Flip.

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: Here is your winner… JAMIE DEAN!!!

Simone: I... I don’t believe it…

Adams: Jamie just pulled off a major upset on one half of the Tag Team Champions, Jon Dough!

“Satisfaction” begins playing over the speakers as Jamie leaps up to his feet, running around the ring excitedly. He runs up one of the turnbuckles and slowly thrusts out into the audience. Jon Dough pounds the mat in frustration as he contemplates attacking Jamie. He takes a deep breath and just rolls outside of the ring as Jamie celebrates. He slowly backs up the entryway with his eyes resting fully on Jamie.




The intro of “Simon Says” By Drain STH plays over the arena’s PA system, and to a cheer from the fans, Simon Jones appears at the entry stage, carrying the SCW heavyweight title over his right shoulder. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans. After entering the ring, he walks to the centre and holds aloft the heavyweight title, to further cheers and applause from the fans; he then places the title back over his shoulder, collects the microphone from Justin Decent, and waits for his music to cease playing.

Simon: Thank you for that warm reception; following on from Climax Control last week, in Irvine, it is a thrill for me to be able to stand here, in the six-sided ring, in front of another collection of Californians...

The crowd cheers; Simon raises his voice slightly.

Simon: ...as the new SCW Heavyweight Champion!

Simon lifts up the title, eliciting further cheers; he holds the title in the air for a moment or two, before putting it back on his shoulder, as the cheers die down.

Simon: Moments like this, moments like what happened at the conclusion of last week's show - standing in this ring, with this title, getting to bask in the glow of your cheers - as a professional wrestler, for me, these moments are as good as it gets; these are the moments to savour.

Smiling proudly, Simon glances around the Icardo Center.

Simon: And it's also moments like this that make me glad to be a part of SCW.

The crowd begins to chant, "S-C-W! S-C-W! S-C-W!"

Simon: I'm sure if I could bottle this feeling, and sell it, that it would make me a wealthy man.

Simon looks down at the heavyweight title and smiles again.

Simon: I am of course now a two-time SCW Heavyweight Champion, and whilst the first one is always going to be special, it is no less memorable an occasion second time around.

Simon taps the title with his right hand.

Simon: It would be remiss of me to not mention the former champion - the man that I managed to get the better of seven days ago - Giani Di Luca.

The crowd cheers; Simon nods his head.

Simon: You're right to cheer him; not all of the men and women backstage may like Giani Di Luca, but you're right to show him respect. Giani did a better job of holding this title, and representing this company, than any of the other Heavyweight Champions that there have been in the past eight or so months - and I include myself in that category.

The crowd applauds politely.

Simon: As you're all aware, Giani Di Luca is now entitled to a return match for this title. And with he and I now having been opponents several times, I hope when Giani does get his return match, that I will still be the champion, so that we can add another match to our burgeoning series, and so that the two of us, together, can put on another spectacle for you, the fans.

Simon points towards the crowd, who respond with more cheers.

Simon: So, I await to see who will be the first challenger of my second reign as champion - whether it will be Giani Di Luca, or someone else; I know that whomever it is - whichever member of the roster is given that opportunity - they will present me with a difficult task. But to anyone who thinks that taking the title away from me is going to be easy - think again; I plan on doing a better job of holding on to this thing, second time around.

Simon again takes the title off his shoulder, and raises it into the air.

Simon: But whilst I'm out here, I'm afraid that I have to deliver you all some bad news: in three weeks, at Blaze Of Glory III, I may not get to defend the Heavyweight Championship.

Some jeers can be heard from the crowd, as Simon places the title back on his shoulder.

Simon: Because instead, on that night, I intend to be competing in the final of the Blast from the Past tournament.

The jeers turn to cheers.

Simon: For that to happen, later on tonight, Brandi Shotze and I are going to have to beat the team of Gene Banton Junior and Amy Marshall. Now, call it a hunch, but I get the feeling that you lot don't want myself and Brandi to exit the tournament just yet. Well, for me to try to make sure that doesn't happen, I need to go and finalise my preparations for our match. So, I bid you farewell, for now, and I look forward to seeing you all again, later this evening.

As the crowd cheers again, Simon hands the microphone back to Justin Decent. "Simon Says" by Drain STH begins to play again and Simon steps through the ropes, before heading backstage.





BLAST FROM THE PAST II FINALS
TBA vs. TBA




The house lights go down, as a golden and black spotlights go over the crowd. “So Beautiful, So Evil” begins to play over the loud speaker. The tron comes to life with a bird's eye view of the great Pyramids on the Giza Strip, only to change to what appears to be the interior of a tomb where we see Necra with eyes closed and they open glowing a blue color, as the scene changes to shots from matches, and her title wins. Mist starts to roll from around the stage area, as Necra appears with the Roulette Bombshell Title on her shoulder. The crowd is a mix of cheers and boos as she makes her way down the ramp way and heading toward the ring.

Simone: I'm always impressed with how she just seems to appear when the night is going so good.

Adams: I don't know Belinda. She's hot and after what was said to her last week, I'm not surprised to see her out here.

She reaches the ring, and walks up the stairs, and climbs in between the ropes. She raises her hands, and lightening hits all four posts as fire erupts from each of them. The crowd goes wild, as she calls for the mic.

Necra: Hello Bakersfield! How are you doing tonight?

The crowd screams as Necra looks around, and adjusts the title on her shoulder.

Necra: I don't think I heard you!

The crowd screams again, as she smiles and looks around her as flashes from the cameras go off.

Simone: She sure knows how to get the crowd going doesn't she?

Adams: I know she could get me going in more ways than one!

Necra: Last week, I heard something that made me laugh. Do you want to know what it was? Mercedes running her mouth to me... I mean does she really think that she can even hold a flame to me? Let's go back and see what she said about yours truly.

The tron comes to life with the small spot that Mercedes had done the week before.

Backstage, we find Mercedes Vargas in front of an SCW backdrop. Seeing as she isn't scheduled to compete tonight, she's in casual clothes, her face hidden under a white Argentina baseball cap.

Mercedes Vargas: Tony Bennett. Everyone knows who he is. I'm sure everyone knows about some of his greatest hits. "I Lost My Heart in San Francisco" has to somewhere in the top ten. Well, last Climax Control I LOST MY TITLE IN SAN FRANCISCO! I lost my title to Necra Octavian Kane!

Mercedes looks at her shoulder where her title use to be, then back at the camera.

Mercedes Vargas: Necra, from one two-time Roulette Champion to another, congratulations.

Mercedes offers a slow applause.

Mercedes Vargas: No, really, honey, congratulations. You did it. You won. You ended my reign and you're once again Roulette Champion. The record books say that you legitimately won the championship from me, but your win isn't legitimately impressive. Let's face it, all you did was climb a ladder – just like you did in our first singles match against one another – and that's all. You didn't pin me, you didn't force me to submit. You didn't shut me up like you promised to. You claimed that I was going to see death. All I saw, Necra, is you standing on the top rung of the ladder holding up that championship as if you did something remarkable. I know deep down that you really wanted to beat me for that title. Luckily for you, you didn't have to. The way I see it, you got off easy, Necra. And we both know it.

Mercedes turns away from the camera for a moment, then turns back to the lens..

Mercedes Vargas: So I guess now that you have the Roulette Championship, what's next? Oh wait. You're going after Gothika now, right? I'm pretty sure that was the next item on your bucket list. You think this is over between us, right?

She offers a little chuckle, then stops herself abruptly.

Mercedes Vargas: Wrong, Necra. This is far from over. See, I may be out of your hair, but I'll be very much in your ear. My advice to you: I'd put those aspirations with Gothika for her Bombshell Championship on hold, because you're going to be one very busy Bombshell as you found out last show. As long as you hold on to the Roulette Championship, your life is going to be very interesting in the days and weeks to come until your first title defense. You've got Amy, you've got Karina and, more importantly, you've got me gunning for your title.

Mercedes nonchalantly widens her arms.

Mercedes Vargas: But hey, I don't want to ruin your moment, Necra. I'm sure your arms are tired by now patting yourself on the back. Enjoy your crowning moment. Enjoy being a three-time Bombshell Roulette Champion. Enjoy being a two-time Bombshell Roulette Champion, but remember, I did it first; you're following in my footsteps. You're following in my shadow and every time you look into that record book, you're going have to live up to what I've done with that championship. You were gifted that title by simply climbing a ladder, and what did that really prove again? It proves that you have limits. And while the sky may be the limit for you.

Mercedes pauses.

Mercedes Vargas: I have no limits.

With that the tron goes back to normal, as the crowd is mixed with cheers and boos once again.

Adams: Mercedes did have a lot to say last week didn't she?

Simone: Yes she did, but she does have a valid point. Necra is full of herself, and all she did was climb a ladder to victory.

Necra: Now I know what a lot of you are thinking, and I know all I did was climb a ladder to get that title, but I told her I would do anything to get it, and I did. If it had been up to me, I would have put her into a sarcophagus closed the lid, and sealed it in a pile of sand to get it! Now if she wants to whine and bitch about it, then how about a rematch Mercedes? You and me in a match that my mother created... It's called an Egyptian Hell match. A cage made into a pyramid and the only way out is through the top. what do you say? I'm willing to go the distance to keep my title, but the question is how far are you willing to go to get it back?

The crowd goes into a frenzy and Necra enjoys it taking it all in, as she adjusts the title once again.

Simone: Is she serious? I thought she wanted the Bombshell Title?

Adams: I think she's trying to get them all at once Belinda. And who's going to stop her?

Simone: Good point.

Necra: But of course, Mercedes isn't the only one to open her mouth was she? Of course she wasn't... My old friend Amy just had to add into that didn't she?

The tron comes to life once again, and we soon see Amy's little part from the week before.

Scream by the Misfits hits over the pa.

Whoa ohh ohhh
Whoa ohh ohhh
Whoa ohh ohhh
Scream

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

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

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

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

Amy then begins to head down the ramp, as she ignore the fans around her before climbing inside the ring, where she grabs a mic and stands in the center of the ring as her music dies down.

Raising the mic to her lips, Amy begins to speak.

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.

And while I have been suckered into this mean girls bullshit, I haven’t forgotten what my main objective is…

Reclaiming the Roulette title.

You see I am still owed a rematch for the title, but somewhere along the lines Necra became number one contender for the title… It was safe to say that I was pissed off and surprised at this, even Mercedes Vargas was little surprised that she was facing Necra and not myself a few weeks back.

But the most annoying thing to come from that match was Necra coming away new Roulette champion.

So with Necra somehow becoming the number one contender and winning the title, something somewhere is a little screwed up… but guess what… something else has thrown a spanner in the works.

Karina fucking Koji.”

The fans pop at the name of Karina Koji.

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

The fans then boo 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…

So I am giving you this one warning… back the fuck away before I make you regret coming back.

Oh and Necra… watch your back… I want my rematch.”

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.

The tron goes quiet, and Necra just sighs, shaking her head.

Necra: Such a troubled young woman. Another one that thinks she has a chance against me in a rematch... You know what Amy... Instead of me and Mercedes in the Egyptian Hell why don't we make it... A Triple Threat match within the Egyptian Hell?

The crowd cheers loudly, as Belinda and Jason look at each other and then back at Necra.

Simone: Oh my God! She's throwing out a challenge to both Mercedes and Amy! A triple Threat in a crazy match of her own design!

Adams: This might not be such a good idea. Both Mercedes and Amy hate this woman with a passion and they would do anything just to get their hands on it again.

Necra: Now That's not the only reason I'm out here. Gothika you still haven't answered me about our match! You are the only thing that stands between me and becoming a triple crown champion.

Simone: She's calling Gothika out again! Will we hear from her tonight?

Adams: I don't know, but that would be an awesome match wouldn't it?

Necra: Now I'm tossing it out there once again, and this time... This time I want an answer! I'll be waiting for it Gothika!

“So Beautiful, so Evil” begins to play over the loud speakers as she starts to head out of the ring, and up the ramp way as the crowd is mixed with cheers and boos once again. She reaches the stage and she looks back the ring, and smiles as the lights go out. When they come back up, she's gone.




Opening up backstage Emma Rose can be seen stretching beside her boyfriend Ben Jordan. In one hand

Ben has Emma’s tag team championship belt, in the other hand he has her Kia Kaha arm band, a bottle of water and her small toiletries bag. As she finishes up with her warm up Emma turns to look at Ben letting a slight giggle escape her lips.

Emma: Oh come on; don’t hold back with that excited look on your face.

Ben looks down at Emma and forces a smile as he tries to balance all the items in his hands at once.

Ben: Why must you travel with so much stuff?

As Ben’s mumbling away Emma can’t help but smile. Grabbing her hair tie out of Ben’s hands she quickly whips her hair up into a high ponytail.

Emma: You should know better than to tell everyone that you get to be my pit boy.

Ben: Yeah well I thought that job would just involve saying good luck, yes dear and no dear.

Winking down at her Ben holds back a laugh. Finding an equipment container along the hallway Ben puts Emma’s stuff down for a second but before he can pick it back up, Emma extends her right leg up placing her foot on his shoulder, performing a standing splits. Ben just looks down at her with amusement in his eyes as Emma continues to stretch herself out for her big match.

Ben: You know, I don’t know what you get up to when I’m not around but I’m thinking I’m going to enjoy finding out.

Ignoring him Emma places her right foot leg back down before doing the same with her left one, this time Ben holds onto her long leg and helps her stretch out. After a few seconds Emma drops her leg back down to her side.

Emma: Well I better be going my match is up next.

As she turns around with a spring in her step Ben’s voice can be heard.

Ben: Emma, you forgot something.

Turning back around to see Ben standing there with her arm band and title belt, he playfully waves them towards her. Taking a step up towards him Emma just smiles and takes her items from him.

Emma: Oh see, look how lucky I am that I have a pit boy to help me.

Emma places her championship over her right shoulder, before sliding her arm band up to midway on her forearm. Leaning up she leaves a light kiss on his lips before trying to make another exit.

Emma: Wish me luck.

Ben: Emma...

Clearing his throat Ben can’t help but smile as on cue Emma twirls around to face him once more. This time Ben takes a few steps towards her and brings his hands up out in front of him, Emma is expecting a kiss but Ben just ends up pointing at the scarf that is still around her neck.

Ben: You forgot something else.

Looking down to the scarf around her neck the Kiwi just smiles, she quickly unwraps it before lifting it up over Ben’s head and wrapping it around his neck. Pulling him into her she licks her lips before leaving a very delicate kiss on his lips. Just as his hands find her hips a sign that he wanted to kiss to deepen Emma pulls back with a coy smile on her face. Yanking lightly on her scarf that was now around his neck Emma laughed.

Emma: You’re so cute; I can see why Jamie Dean has it out for you...

Before Ben can reply Emma slaps her right hand on his behind and shimmies off towards the gorilla position waiting for her theme music to play. The cameras return to see Ben Jordan trying to quickly remove the piece of fabric from around his neck in disgust.

Ben: No darling, wants to get it out for me.

Ben shudders as the camera switches to ringside.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest, scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Championship!

The crowd cheers.

Adams: What's better than two Bombshells fighting over gold? Four!

Justin: Introducing first, to be accompanied by Katie Patterson! From Dallas, Texas, weighing 143 pounds ... Traci Patterson!

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

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

Justin: Introducing her tag team partner, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds…MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

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

Justin: Their opponents are the current reigning and defending Bombshell Tag Team Champions! First, from Seaside Heights, New Jersey, standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 135 pounds, she is “The Jersey Devil Diva”… JOAAAAAANE CANNNNNNELLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIII!!!

The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Run This Town" begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle 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.

Justin Decent: And her partner, hailing from Dunedin, New Zealand, standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 127 pounds, she is… EMMMMMMMMA ROOOOOOOOOOOOSE!!!

”Able to Love” by Benny Benassi plays over the public address as Emma Rose comes out onto the stage. She blows a kiss to the fans before working her way down the aisle. Emma gets inside of the ring and walks over to her partner as they begin to discuss strategy.

Emma and Joanne peel the gold from around their waists and hand them over to Jasmine St. John. The head official walks over to the challengers and show them the belts, then hoists the gold high overhead to show the crowd what is on the line. The fans cheer and applaud.

DING
DING
DING!

Emma and Mercedes start off in the ring.

Adams: These are two of our most talented Bombshells we have in SCW.

Both women circle each other, and Emma dives in, but Mercedes sidesteps and lifts Emma over with a hip toss, crashing the New Zealander in to the canvas. Emma rolls over and back on to her feet but Mercedes lifts her over again with a second hiptoss. Emma rolls on to her feet again and moves towards Mercedes, who tries for a third but Emma lifts her knee and catches Mercedes in the gut, Mercedes doubles over and Emma puts her leg over Mercedes head and pushes off, flipping backwards and landing on her feet. Emma takes Mercedes down with a clothesline.

Simone: Emma showing her athletism with that move.

Emma pulls Mercedes to her feet, but Mercedes pushes Emma off. Emma charges back at Mercedes, who ducks another clothesline attempt. Emma continues to run, bouncing off the opposite rope and back towards Mercedes. Mercedes ducks another Emma attack and grabs the back of her head, dropping her down with a neckbreaker. Mercedes moves to the corner, pulling herself up to the top rope. She turns to face the ring.

Adams: This is where Mercedes feels at home.

As her feet leave the turnbuckle, Emma shoots up and clotheslines Mercedes down hard to the mat. The audience cheers her loudly and she smiles as she drops down to the mat, nailing hard shots to Mercedes head. Emma leans over, to pull Mercedes to her feet, but Mercedes grabs Emma's head and pulls her leg back, kicking Emma in the face and knocking her down. Mercedes returns to her feet, looking down at Emma. She wraps her fingers up in Emma’s hair and yanks her up to her feet. She flings her over against the ropes. With Mercedes showing off her high flying skills, she springboards from the ropes, leaps onto Emma’s shoulders and nails her with a hurricanrana! Mercedes scrambles on top of Emma and goes for the cover.

1...
2....
Emma gets her shoulder up

Simone: Mercedes in control.

Mercedes drags Emma to her corner and tags in Traci. Traci grabs Emma by the head and catches her with a sharp shot to the jaw, before picking her up and dropping her with a sidewalk slam. Traci keeps her down and hooks the leg.

1.....
2.....
Emma kicks out.

Traci pulls Emma back to her feet and lifts her up with a bear hug, squeezing down on Emma's ribs but Emma drops elbows on Traci's head. Emma claps her hands together around Traci's ears, forcing her to drop Emma. As Emma lands on her feet, she lifts up a foot and catches Traci in the gut with a boot and drops her down with an Evenflow DDT. Emma rolls Traci on to her back and hooks the leg. The referee drops down to count.

1...
2....
Traci gets her shoulder up

Adams: The Kiwi nearly pulled off the win out of that little town called Nowhere.

Emma gets to her feet, pulling Traci with her and jumps up, flipping Traci over with a monkey flip. Emma gets up and moves to her corner, tagging in Joanne.

Simone: The Jersey Devil Diva is in the ring.

Joanne runs over and immediately kicks Traci in the ribs, sending her rolling backwards.

Adams: Boy! Joanne hasn't got much of a problem fighting dirty, does she?

Traci rolls towards the ropes and Joanne follows her right in, pressing a boot to her throat while using the ropes for added leverage.

Simone: No indeed.

Jasmine tries to get Joanne to break but the Jersey Devil Diva refuses, forcing the official to begin her mandatory count!

1...
2...
3...
4...

Only then does Joanne halt her tactics and run no further risk of a disqualification. Joanne grabs a handful of Traci's hair and drags the powerhouse Bombshell to her feet.

Simone: I'm a little surprised Joanne is helping Traci to her feet.

Adams: yeah you'd think she'd want to keep the stronger woman down.

Joanne goes for the Irish whip but Traci uses her strength to reverse it. Joanne comes dashing off the ropes and Traci swings but Canelli ducks under the blow that would have taken her head off. Joanne rebounds as Traci spins around and the champion goes for a high cross body but Traci catches her in the air and drives her down with a powerslam!

Adams: And there's that power of Traci Patterson right there!

Traci moves toward her corner but Joanne scissors her legs and takes the bigger woman down to the mat. Joanne then drags her back over towards her corner and tags Emma back in. Emma climbs to the top of her corner as Traci starts to get to her feet, and as she turns around, Emma jumps and connects with a missile dropkick, folding Patterson in half. Emma jackknifes her for the cover!

1.....
2.....
Traci powers her off!

Simone: That was a close one! Traci needs to get over to her corner if she wants any chance of walking away with her first SCW title.

Emma pulls Traci up into a side headlock and Mercedes enters the ring to make the save but Emma kicks her feet up, scissors Vargas's head and takes both challengers over with the London Bridge! Emma rallies the crowd and tags Joanne back in. Joanne and Emma both send Traci into the ropes but once she comes off, Traci jumps and crashes into both champions with a high cross body!

Adams: Now's her chance!

Traci gets to her feet and gets the tag to Mercedes. Mercedes runs in and starts throwing right hands at Joanne's head, dazing the champion! Mercedes backs her against the ropes and goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Joanne reverses it. Mercedes jumps onto the middle rope and springboards back off into a flying bodypress into a cover!

1.....
2.....
Joanne kicks out!

Mercedes grabs Canelli by two handfuls of hair and drags her to her feet but Joanne buries a knee deep into her midsection, doubling her over. Joanne takes her by the head and drives her face into the top turnbuckle in the near corner. Joanne hoists Vargas up, seating her on the top of the corner and then climbs up herself.

Simone: She's setting her up for a superplex! We don't see Bombshells use a maneuver like that very often but still...!

Joanne tries to bring her up but Mercedes blocks it, then fends her off with a fist to the ribcage. Vargas rakes her eyes, stunning the champion and shoves her back, causing Canelli to topple and hit the canvas. Mercedes then stands upright at the top of the corner and dives off for a body splash but Joanne rolls out of the way and Vargas crashes!

Adams: Both Bombshells are down!

Both Mercedes and Joanne crawl slowly toward their corners and tag their respective partners! Traci comes charging, swinging wildly but Emma ducks and jumps, connecting with a standing enzugari, dropping Patterson to one knee. Emma then runs off of the ropes and dropkicks her in the back, sending Traci to the canvas.

Simone: Emma Rose is going to town!

Emma mounts the middle turnbuckle and as Traci rises, Emma jumps but Traci catches her on her shoulders and drops her in a Somoan drop!

Adams: Again, the strength of Traci Patterson comes into play!

Traci grabs Emma and throws her hard into the near corner and follows in with an Avalanche splash. Traci Irish whips her into the far side and comes charging in but Emma ducks under and around, bringing her back with a Crucifix pin!

1.....
2.....
Mercedes runs in and breaks it up!

Simone: It was almost all over right there.

Jasmine orders an argumentive Vargas back to her corner, allowing for a double team by the champions! Emma pulls Traci up and holds her as Joanne mounts the top rope. Joanne jumps to strike Traci but the challenger breaks away and Joanne accidentally clotheslines her own tag team partner!

Adams: Oh that's a bad mistake!

Jasmine turns around, and Mercedes charges across the ring and tackles Joanne to the canvas, bringing her right out of the ring and to the floor. Traci grabs Emma and nails a sit out powerbomb!

Adams: Heart of Texas!

Traci keeps her down and Jasmine makes the count!

1.....
2.....
3!

Adams: We have new champions!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Mercedes tears the belts out of Jasmine's grasp and hands one over to Traci and she raises the other herself up into the air! The crowd cheers and jeers, while Joanne looks on in surprise while Emma slowly rolls from the ring, holding the back of her head.

Justin: The winners of the match, and NEW SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions ... Traci Patterson and Mercedes Vargas!

Simone: Just one show away from Blaze of Glory III and we have crowned new champions here in Sin City Wrestling!

Traci holds her hand out to Vargas who reluctantly accepts it and shakes her new championship partner's hand.

Simone: Mercedes Vargas once again wears gold around her waist, and Traci Patterson has her very first SCW Championship!

Adams: And oooohhh! Look who's here!

Atop the stage stands Felony Fontanna and "Rock" Rose aka the Freakettes. Rose mockingly 'applauds' the new champions as Felony runs her hands along her waist, signifying their intentions while Traci and Mercedes watch on.





TITLE versus TITLE
Bombshell Roulette Champion Necra Octavian Kane vs. Winner of Gothika/Vixen




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 start booing 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. turns his head to look at the booing crowd, with their thumbs 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: Hey Deavon, you may think you are a hero to SCW, but you know what, I don‘t have time for heroes. I am an ass kicking machine, and your ass is next of my list to kick. If you should somehow defeat me, I will hunt your sorry ass down, and give you the ass kicking of a lifetime. Mark my words, you will fall to the Honorable Warrior, Andrew Garcia. You may bash my honorable ways, but you know deep down inside, that I am a more talented wrestler than you, even with me being less experienced than you, but you WILL respect me when I get done with you. Do I care if you like me, do you want to know the truth, C‘est la vie, adios, good riddance, fuck you. I don‘t give a rats ass if you like me or not. You talk about being a cyborg among humans, but to me, you are nothing more than a dumb fucktard who thinks he can rid the world of people like me. That is your first mistake, thinking you can be a hero to SCW. You, sir, are far from being what SCW needs. Hell, I would rather call Marty McFarge a hero than you. At least Marty has managed some champions in his career, including Matthew Kennedy, what have you done, jack shit. I know I have done less than you thus far here in SCW, but I have been molded by former champions, so I know what it takes to get the job done here in SCW.

Andrew then walks backstage as the fans boo him for his remarks towards the men in the background.




A loud comotion is heard outside of Hot Stuff Mark Ward's office door.

Voice: ....I don't give a damn I'm going in there.

Hot Stuff's door is kicked open and Deavon Justice comes storming in.

Deavon: Who in the hell do you think you are sticking your nose in my match Ward? You sorry son of a bitch.

Deavon continues walking towards Ward's desk. Hot Stuff stands up, staring at Deavon

HS: Who do I think I am? Did you really show your single figure IQ by asking me that? I'm your damn boss, the guy that hired you, the guy that puts money in you bank, the guy that puts you and that funky hairstyle on TV.

Hot Stuff leans on the desk, moving his head closer to Deavon.

HS: Number one, you call me a sorry son of a bitch again, and my boot will end up so far up your arse, you'd have to move it to the side to brush your teeth. Secondly, I get why you're pissed but coming in here acting the big man, is only gonna get your arse handed to you. Now, when you calm down, I'll give you an explanation.

Deavon looks at Hot Stuff for a second before sitting down.

Deavon: I'll "play" the big man anytime I damn well please. You crossed a line and I want answers so I'll listen to your reasoning. As far as your boot up my ass I'd like to see you try.

HS: Look, yep, I stuck my nose in to your match, because Deavon, I'm making SCW the way it should be, I'm putting gold on people, who have the same thoughts, the same vision, the same ideas as me. I'm shaping SCW in to something more than special. For a while, Christian Underwood and Erik Staggs has shot down idea after idea that I have came up with, till I stopped caring and thought we're doing this my way. Sean Jackson was step one. It was just unlucky you was in that match too Deavon, because I have big plans for you, I have ideas to put you higher and higher. This time, you was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now, you can continue to act like a pissy teenager and end up on my shit list, or you can understand that this was done to serve something bigger, this was done to shape SCW in to something new and fresh.

Deavon: Sure wrong place at the wrong time, what ever you say. You, Underwood and Staggs are all missing a few screws and the main bolt. Whatever plan or vison is just make sure it does not involve you costing me a match again or MY foot will be up your ass, now I got a match to get ready for.

Deavon turns to storm out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Hot Stuff can't help but smile.

HS: Gotta love these new guys, eh?

Hot Stuff laughs and the scene cuts elsewhere.




The camera catches The Mental Rapist Sean Jackson and the evil Jezebeth Vanessa walking backstage. Sean Jackson is wearing a boots, jeans, and his logo t-shirt while Vanessa is wearing her low cut red dress with the split running up the leg. Not knowing any better, Stoner Scott Oliver comes out of nowhere and shoves a microphone in Sean's face.

Stoner: "Mr. Jackson, a few words if...."

Sean stops and shoots a look that could kill. The look itself is enough to get Stoner to stop talking. Stoner gets especially more nervous as the evil Jezebeth takes up position behind him.

Jackson: "What do you want?"

Stoner: "Uhh..."

Stoner takes a nervous glance behind himself, and at Vanessa who is still standing behind him.

Stoner: "Is it safe to b..."

As Vanessa crowds him, Sean finds a meaningful response.

Jackson: "To be here? I don't know, what do you think?"

Stoner's eyes are now darting back and forth between Jackson and Vanessa.

Stoner: "Uhh..."

Snatching the mic and shoving Stoner out of the scene, Sean decides that he can do it better without the manjina.

Jackson: "Here are your few words. First off, tonight my four corners match is going to be epic. After taking care of JT Starr and Deavon Justice last week, I got to take care of some personal business with one Drake Green."

A smile forms on Sean's face. As happy as he was to beat up on Starr and Justice, he was equally happy to blast Green in the face with the ACW title belt.

Jackson: "Now granted, it was only one shot. But damn it felt good. It felt good when that title belt caught him flush in the face, causing him to drop like a sack of potatos."

As Sean continues to talk, Vanessa just stands there, her facial expression never changing.

Jackson: "It felt good because Drake had no business sticking his nose into my business. Had he simply bought a ticket like an intelligent person and maintained his seat, none of that would have happened. So as far as I'm concerned, Green did that to himself. So therefore, he has no one to blame but himself."

Of course he would love to discuss Drake Green all night, but there is a match to discuss, so Sean switches gears back to the four corners match.

Jackson: "But enough about Drake Green. He's of little consequence now and it's on to bigger and better things. Tonight, I get to feed three lost souls to the evil Jezebeth Vanessa. Three lost souls who will soon understand what it's like to be up against The Mental Rapist and the evil Jezebeth...."

On cue, the vietnamese beauty begins talking.

Vanessa: "Joshua Acquin, Mephisto, and Jeremiah Hardin. Too bad you didn't learn the lesson from JT Starr and Deavon Justice. It's like the story of the lion, the wolf, and the hyenna. One day while the three are out hunting, they come across a little deer drinking from a stream. The deer unable to move, is mauled by the lion and quickly killed...."

As she is speaking of the story, her eyes begin to sparkle.

Vanessa: "Now, the magestic lion then sits back and offers the fresh kill to the wolf and the hyenna. The wolf, without thinking lunges towards the deer and right before sinking his teeth into the fresh kill, the lion attacks him, tearing him to shreds...."

The sparkling eyes are now accompanied with a smile.

Vanessa: "After destroying the wolf, the lion turns his attention to the now frightened hyenna. The lion then tells the hyenna to eat of their spoils in which the hyenna respectfully declines. Telling the lion that he would kindly wait his turn...."

Vanessa stops, the smile disappears and the previously sparkling eyes now turn as jet black as her hair.

Vanessa: "The lion, not wasting a single moment of time, rips into the deer and begins to eat. The moral of the story is this gentlemen. When given the chance, learn from the mistakes of others. So the question now is this. Will the three of you learn from the mistakes of Starr and Justice, or will you follow in the footsteps of Drake Green?"

With that, Sean pulls Stoner Scott Oliver back into the shot and shoves the mic into his chest.

Jackson: "How was that for a few words?"

Before Stoner has a chance to say a word, Sean and Vanessa walk away.




Justin: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. The first opponent hails from Oakland, California and weighs 245 pounds, ANDREW GARCIA!!

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 start booing 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. turns his head to look at the booing crowd, with their thumbs 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.

Justin: And his opponent is Dallas, Texas. Weighing in at 240 pounds he is Deavon Justice!!!

South Texas Death Ride by Union Underground hits the speakers as the strobe lights flash on and off green. Deavon apperes at the enterce arms extended to the side slightly elevated as he looks around eyeing the crowd. He makes his way down the ramp eyes focused on the ring. He stops at the top step and looks around the arena. He gets in the ring and walks to one side of the ropes. He stands on the second rope in the middle arms raised in the air as he soaks up the crowd. He repeates this motion on all four sides of the ring. He, stands in the middle of the ring bouncing up and down shaking his limbs lose. Andrew Garcia charges right at him with a huge spear.

Simone: Typical, Garcia can’t even wait for this match to start. I don’t know how this guy gets off calling himself honorable.

Adams: Maybe he has a bizzaro dictionary.

Simone: Jason...do you think of the things that come out of your mouth.

Andrew Garcia is on top of Deavon unloading punch after punch. Drew Patton is trying to get Garcia off of Deavon but he keeps pounding on him. Garcia takes a moment to shove the referee away. He tries to punch Deavon again but this time he gets his arms up deflecting the attacks.

Simone: I am not sure what Andrew Garcia’s problem is but this match has not even started yet.

Justice blocks another hard blow from Garcia and then gets a right hook in, following that up he grabs Garcia and rises up with a hard headbutt which is enough to get Garcia off him. Both men get up quick and start exchanging more punches. Drew tries to get in between but Deavon shoves the referee down before driving his elbow into Andrews face. Then he grabs him and drives him down to the mat with an exploder suplex!

Adams: This is great! Maybe we should not ever ring the bell. Bring on the anarchy!

Deavon Justice is now kicking Andrew while he is down. He drops a knee and quickly gets up to stomp him some more. Drew tries again to gain control but Deavon shoves past him for the ropes. He rebounds and punts Garcia in the head as he tries to get up. Drew is waving his hands calling this match no contest.

Simone: And this match is over before it could begin.

Adams: Tell that to the guys in the ring.

Andrew rolls out of the ring trying to clear his head but Deavon is not going to give him the chance. He suicide dives at Andrew and both crash into the barricade. It is a wicked hit and both men look hurt. They both get up slowly but don’t look ready to stop. The two men exchange punches as they try to get up, but Andrew gets the upper hand with a euro uppercut. The fans close by are cheering them on.

Adams: See what I mean….anarchy baby!

Simone: You know real anarchy would not go well for you.

Adams: oh come on...I would be ok.

Simone: You would not last three minutes.

Garcia has pulled Deavon up only to slam him on the concrete with a fisherman suplex. Andrew keeps him down driving his elbow into his back over and over again. He tries for a DDT but Deavon muscles out of it. Garcia drives his knee into Deavon a couple times and this time tries for Dangerous Minds.

Adams: Oh man this is going to get ugly!

Simone: Wait...he has reversed it and has thrown Garcia over him.

“Fuck him up!” “Fuck him up!” the crowd cheers as Deavon gets to his feet. He looks at Garcia as he stumbles to his feet. He charges at him bringing him back to his feet with a chop block. Deavon stays on him kicking him hard before pulling him up to set him up for Rigomortis. He lands it on the hard concrete. Garcia seems to be bleeding. Deavon is up first. He kicks Andrew one more time and then starts to walk away. The crowd is cheering him on.

Adams: Well it may not have been a real match but the crowd liked it.

Simone: Yeah well that doesn’t matter much if you can’t count it as a win.

Deavon Justice is on the ramp when Garcia gets to his feet. He stumbles to get a chair, still bleeding. He charges at Deavon and hits him hard with the chair. Deavon is laid out in the middle of the ramp. Garcia yells at him to get up and hits him again. Security now rushes down the ramp to break up the two men.

Adams: Andrew Garcia might be kind of a jerk but man he is brutal.

Simone: Something tells me these two are not done with each other.





SCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Frost and Jon Dough © vs. Joshua Acquin and a partner of his choosing




Simone: The Blast from the Past Tournament has been going full speed ahead since it started but the situation between Odette Ryder and Gabriel has almost hijacked it.

Adams: Steve Ramone, Odette’s partner in the tournament, has jumped to her defense on Twitter as Gabriel mentioned last week and it got to the point where Odette told him to stop.

Simone: He hasn’t tweeted since then but…..

Belinda is cut off as a mockup of Gabriel’s return video plays on the titantron before “Zombie” by Breed 77 begins to play over the PA system and the crowd turns to the entrance ramp recognizing it as Gabriel’s entrance music.

Simone: That’s odd I heard Gabriel wasn’t here tonight.

Adams: Well we had also heard that Odette Ryder wasn’t returning and, well, look what happened there.

Simone: Well, yeah that’s a…….oh my god…….

The figure that steps out isn’t Gabriel but it’s obviously “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone dressed as Gabriel to the amusement of the crowd, he is walking with the assistance of a walker and one of his legs is in a cast.

Simone: I know Steve’s known as The Fearless One but this……

Adams: Oh this is going to be fun.

As soon as Steve reaches the ringside area he tosses the walker to the side and hops on the apron apparently not hindered by his cast before stepping into the ring and taking Justin Decent’s microphone.

Steve: Wah, wah, wah, my ex-girlfriend who is way out of my league broke up with me, wah, wah, wah she’s actually competing in the ring whilst I’m too lazy to even consider it, wah, wah, and wah!

The crowd laughs at Steve’s impersonation of Gabriel and he clears his throat.

Steve: Sorry, I had to get that off my chest, I mean the only reason I played that damn video again was because my eye-liner wasn’t done yet and my cast had to be put on.

Steve says before holding up the cast showing several signatures mostly from Gabriel’s allies such as Rage, Despayre, Angel and, amusingly enough, the strippers at my favorite strip club.

Steve: Onto business! Now I know that Steve’s been trying to goad me into a one on one match between me and Gabriel but I’m too much of a coward to even think about wrestling one of the Bombshells let alone someone as brave, handsome, strong, talented, intelligent, well-endowed, give me a second.

Steve reaches into his pocket and produces a scroll he lets it fall to the ground revealing a very long list that almost goes out of the ring.

Simone: Oh for the love off…..

Adams: I can’t believe I’m saying this but can someone send Marty out? Or just about anyone to interrupt Steve?

Steve: And as great as Steve is!

Before Steve can go on “Zombie” starts to play again and he gets serious as the crowd comes alive.

Simone: Well now he’s done it!

Adams: Fun’s over Steve!

Steve is clearly ready for a fight as the music plays through……but instead of Gabriel we get a midget dressed as Gabriel and the crowd starts laughing.

Adams: Or not…..

Simone: At this point Steve’s dug a hole so big that he can reach China in seconds!

The midget gets into the ring via the ring steps and stands there brooding as Steve stares at him.

Steve: Oh look, one of my relatives! And he’s still better looking than me!

Steve says and the crowd laughs.

Steve: Do you have anything to say Little Gabe?

Simone: Little Gabe?

Adams: Just be glad that he didn’t name him something else.

Little Gabe: Yeah, you forgot two things, number one, you both beat Casey Williams!

Steve: Yeah but so what? Steve beat him with sand in his eyes at this point even his wife could beat him in a match!

Simone: Part of me wants to stop him and the other part wants to see just how far he’ll go!

Adams: Same here!

Little Gabe: The other thing is you’re using the wrong music!

Steve: Oh crap your right! Guys in the back! Play my real music!

“Untitled (How Could This Happen to Me)” by Simple Plan starts to play over the PA system and the crowds laughter soon turns to screams of terror.

Simone: OH GOD NO!

Adams: NOT SIMPLE PLAN! ANYONE BUT SIMPLE PLAN!

Steve and Little Gabe stand in the ring singing along to the chorus completely ignorant to the screams of terror, thankfully by the time it reaches the god-awful guitar solo the song stops.

A huge explosion rocks the arena.

Adams: Every bloody week that happens and every bloody week I spill my coke!

A laugh is heard echoing around the arena and the face of Gabriel appears on the screen, a wide smile across his face.

Gabriel: That was almost amusing for a few seconds Steve, but I had to stop this from going on.

Crowd: YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE! YOU'RE AN ASSHOLE!

Gabriel smiles.

Gabriel: I'm an asshole you all pay to see.

The crowd boo loudly.

Gabriel: Steve, it's time to give you a little lesson in a word called irony. The ironic thing is that you went on your Twitter rant and called me cliche. You called me boring, and uncreative and dull, but then you do a cliche thing like a midget impersonation, that has been done a million times before. Tell me, did you come up with this "master plan" on your own, or did you just watch every other idiot that has done this and just copy them?

Gabriel rolls his eyes at the screen.

Gabriel: You sit there and call my return uncreative and here you are with a midget in the ring. I give you smoke reapers and you give me a fucking midget?

Gabriel shakes his head in disgust.

Gabriel: You also might wanna reconsider the whole well endowed line, because Synn's seen you in the shower and he said something like a thimble would make a great cup for you.

Gabriel puts up his little finger.

Gabriel: You're clearly not right in the head or you can't read because if you would have looked up on me, I never had a leg injury numbnuts. It's a neck injury, but trust me when I say, I'm not too far away from being cleared to stand in that ring where you are now, and when I do, you don't wanna be there.

A serious look crosses Gabriel's face.

Gabriel: Now Steve, I've told you to step away, back off, walk out and don't come back, but you continue to lead yourself to the slaughter. Now you're making this feel very personal, and when things get personal, I get a little dark, dark enough to tell you I know all about you Steve. I know all about your life, I know about your average looking wife. I also know about another little lady in your life.

Steve looks at the screen.

Gabriel: Surprise Steve, how is your daughter?

Simone: Steve has a daughter?

Gabriel: Yes people, Steve Ramone's little peanut, somehow managed to knock up a woman. Not bad for your average six seconds work Steve. Tell me, where's your wife right now?

Gabriel's eye start to turn red.

Gabriel: This is your last warning Steve, keep that mouth shut, or shit gets real.

Gabriel laughs as the screen fades out. Steve pushes past Little Gabe and out of the ring.

Simone: This rivalry is turning bad, really quick.




Backstage, Scott Oliver can be seen waiting outside the NXT locker room for someone. Reaching a hand out, Scott opens the door slightly, unable to see into the room completely but he calls out anyways.

Scott Oliver: DUDES?!? Is anyone in there? I need someone to talk to out here. We have a live interview spot…

Scott looks at the cameraman with a smirking nod. Suddenly the door is yanked open and Vixen moves into the frame. Scott stumbles back slightly but then rights himself and gets a smirk on his face.

Scott Oliver: Vixxxxxen

Tilting her head, Vixen smiles questioningly at the long drawn out name that Scott uses.

Vixen: Scott. Can I help you?

Scott Oliver: You certainly can. I have this thing I need you to look at…

Vixen shakes her head.

Vixen: You remember that I am engaged don’t you?

Scott Oliver: Cheyeah. Just means I can look, just can’t touchy touchy.

Scott gives Vixen a once over flexing his hands like he would want to touch then straightens up and coughing slightly he gets serious. Well as serious as Scott Oliver can get.

Scott Oliver: I am here with…oh wait. Are you getting this?

The cameraman nods as he leans away from the camera for a moment to share a sympathetic glance with Vixen who hangs her head. Scott beams as he once again sets up to interview Vixen.

Scott Oliver: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, I am here with the challenger for the main event title match of Gothika and Vixen. Vixen! Tell me what you think your chances are…

Vixen’s eyeroll had been captured by the camera but not seen by Scott. She takes a deep breath and begins to speak.

Vixen: Well Scott, tonight I get to face Gothika for her title and let me just say that what I have seen from the champion just makes me realize that she really shouldn’t hold the title much longer.

Scott Oliver: But she has been a fighting champion

Vixen: Fighting what Scott…boredom? Gothika hasn’t really been challenged in the federation in the recent past. Until tonight that is. And when we get in the ring tonight, Gothika is going to be challenged by someone that has had her dreams revitalized. I was drifting aimlessly until a great person pointed out to me that I was the only bombshell to have won all three titles and that maybe I should do it again.

Scott scratches his head as he thinks about that. Vixen smiles as she gives him a polite nod. Scott begins to slowly smile realizing that Vixen is talking about doing anything to get the title.

Scott Oliver: Ok, so tonight you get to fight for the title and what a show for us guys. Think you can tear her clothes off, I mean rip her shirt at least. Too bad it wasn’t mud wrestling or pudding.

Vixen: It isn’t that type of match Scott. We are both serious about the title.

Scott looks into the distance, the interview forgotten as he muses about the ideas running through his head, verbalizing them with a nod of his head and smirk on his face.

Scott Oliver: That’s something we need to talk to Christian about. I think we need to have the Jello championship titles. Matches need to fought in Jello pudding…I am sure Christian would like to see Hot Stuff covered in chocolate pudding

Vixen gets a disgusted look on her face as from behind her, Spike had opened the door in time to hear the pudding comment. Crossing his arms across his chest, he cocks an eyebrow as he stands between Vixen and Scott who turns with a leer as he continues.

Scott Oliver: I would so offer to referee a pudding match that involved you and… Spike?!?

Spike Staggs: Kinky Scott but Vixen and I don’t need a referee for that kind of match if you get what I mean.

Vixen: Spike…we are on live!

Blushing furiously, Vixen lightly smacks Spike on his arm as Scott takes a step back from the pair.

Scott Oliver: Last thing Vixen, good luck tonight against Gothika seeing as this is going to be a hard night to get past a strong champion.

Vixen: Don’t worry Scott, I am very motivated for this match and if I wasn’t earlier, talking to you has made me ready to kick some ass.

Scott makes good his escape as Spike drapes an arm over Vixen’s shoulders.

Spike Staggs: You know…seeing you in a pudding match might not be a bad thing.

Spike leads Vixen towards the catering area as the view heads back to ringside.




The FoShan theme song starts to play. We see an unhappy Master Lily walking down the ramp. She gets to the ring and Justin holds the middle rope up as Master Lily gets in the ring. Master Lily is standing in the middle and Justin hands her a mic. Master Lily bows in thank you and puts the mic close to her mouth.

Master Lily: I hope everyone has been enjoying the show. As for me? Well, I may feel better in a few minutes or be even more upset. At this time, I would like to ask Mr. Erik Staggs to come down to the ring please.

Crowd: Boo!

The lights dim down slightly as white strobes flash quickly above the stage. The opening buzzing to “Where Eagles Dare” by The Misfits plays. Once the bass starts up, the lights flash along to the beat of the music. Erik pushes his way through the curtains, wearing a Team Erik t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans. He is carrying a clipboard in his hands as he grins sadistically out at the booing crowd. He walks down the entryway, soaking in the booing as if they power him. He pauses at the end of the ramp and looks out to both sides. He dashes up to the ring and leaps onto the apron before climbing inside. He looks around at the audience with his evil smirk before grabbing a microphone. He pauses in the center of the ring, waving his arms out at the sides, asking the fans to keep it coming. He looks over to his wrist watch and taps it, shrugging his shoulders as the booing finally dies down. He slowly paces back and forth.

Master Lily: Thank you for joining me. Now...

Erik: Hold on just a second, hon. Now, before you start, there is something I need to talk to you about. I have been told that there may be an attack on Max Burke sometime tonight by a member of the 5 Elders. What happened last week is something that I will deal with, and I have been dealing with all week. Male on female violence is something that is not, and will not be tolerated here in Sin City Wrestling. But an attack on Burke will not fix things, I assure you…

Master Lily: I’m sorry Mr. Staggs I don't know what you’re talking about. I made it clear to them not to do anything. That this is something that you and I will handle. However, IF ANY ONE FROM THE DOJO DOES ANYTHING TO MAX THEY WILL BE DEALT WITH BY ME THEN BY MASTER WONG! Now for those of you here or at home that are lost on what we’re talking about here is a clip of what happened last week.


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: Boo!

Master Lily: Ok so I got a few emails and tweets by some of the fans asking if Orchid is ok. I chose not to reply because I wanted you to know what happened to her first and by me. You see now you already know this but the fans don’t so first let me just say to the fans that in order for the dojo to allow any of there students to wrestle they must be willing to follow the SLI policy. If you don't know what SLI is, it’s a company that was started by Harvard graduate Christopher Nowinski. SLI stands for Sports Legacy Institute and it focuses on concussion injuries. Yes, you guess it, because of Max Burke, Orchid suffered a concussion. Due to SLI rules, she will be out for at least 6 weeks. The thing is she only had 6 weeks left in her work visa. Which means Orchid won't be back in SCW. SCW fans can thank Max Burke for her early release.

Crowd: Boo!

Erik: As upsetting as that was for me to hear, you must understand that there is only so much that can be done here… I might be a heartless bastard, but what happened last week was awful. I mean that in the most sincere way, Master Lily. To see someone as beautiful, graceful, and talented as Orchid leave so early is a true blow to SCW, its management, and its fandom. Such affronts will not be taken lightly, and you have my word that Max Burke will be fined, and required to cover Orchid’s medical costs…

Erik bows his head in an almost uncharacteristic show of humility. This gets a slightly more friendly response from the crowd. Away from the microphone, Erik offers Master Lily a few kind words of condolence.

Master Lily: Well I understand that you may feel that fining him is the way to go but that really is not good enough for us in FoShan. Think about this. The only reason why this happened is because we wanted to help you and SCW with your Blast from the Past Tournament. Moreover, the thanks we get for helping out, a third Generation Wrestler put his hands on Orchid. We will like for Max to get more than a fine.

Crowd: *POP*

Erik: Okay… in the interest of fairness, I will hear you out. I don’t mind getting a little creative… Would you like to see Burke publicly flogged by the entire Bombshell roster? I can think of a few people backstage who would get a kick out of that. Or how about…

Master Lily: A match! Max Burke vs. a member of the 5 Elders.

Crowd: *POP*

Erik looks at Lily, stunned for a moment. He blinks for a moment before shaking his head in the negative.

Erik: Well… you already know Song can’t do it or else we wouldn’t be out here right now… and Jon Dough will be too busy defending his SCW Tag Team Championship. Even if I wanted to make this match happen, I'm not sure how I could pull that off for you.

Master Lily: For a while now we have been teasing about a man who will be here soon. Well he's here and wants a piece of Max. He goes by the name of Ninja. Now due to some legal issues in China and with what happened to Orchid, The Dojo is now only allowed two members of the dojo to be in SCW at the same time. Therefore, after Song and Ben Jordan win the Blast of the Past Tournament Song will also be no longer with SCW. It is at this point when we would like Ninja to go one on one with Max Burke. That is if you will agree with what we are offering.

Erik stands there, thinking it over for a moment, quietly. The fans buzz about this prospect as Erik breathes heavily, trying to make the right decision. He sighs into the microphone, and looks to Master Lily.

Erik: This is a fair request, Master Lily. And despite popular belief, I am a fair man. Provided that the paperwork goes through, and pending board approval, I would say that the chances of seeing Ninja versus Max Burke in the near future is highly probable. I will take the request to Mark and Christian, and I will get back to you on this matter…

The fans cheer and Lily looks pleased with the answer. Erik nods his head, tucking his clipboard under his arm. He exits the ring swiftly, leaving Master Lily in the ring to digest what has just happened.




“Nightmare” Hits the PA as Joshua Acquin walks out from the back with mixed reaction from the crowd.

Justin: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, NV…weighing in at 227 pounds…Joshua Acquin!

As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans. Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing cheers and boos from the crowds.

The Lights throughout the entire arena simultaneously begin to flicker out one by one before finally going completely out, and engulfing the entire arena in darkness, as the arena goes completely dark “Quantus Tremor Est Futurus” By Ishikawa Tomohisa begins to blare on out of the PA Sound system and out steps "The Black Rose" Dante Mephisto from behind the black curtains.

Justin: From Rome, Italy and Hiroshima, Japan…weighing in at 233 pounds….Dante Mephisto!

Dante stands alone in the isle as fans can be heard booing him and making marks of disgust Mephisto soaks in the abhorrence of hatred towards him as if they were cheers of joy as he continued looking out into the darkness that surrounds around him. After a few minutes Dante slowly strides on down to the ring, once at ringside he walks around to the steel steps and walks on up them and enters the ring. Once inside the ring Dante throws out his arms and poses for a few seconds as he awaits for his next opponent to come on out from behind the black curtains.

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

Justin: Hailing from Washington, D.C., weighing in at 245 pounds….”Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin!

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

The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.

A hush falls over the arena as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the arena. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...

v/o: “Can you feel it coming? In the air, tonight?”

As soon as the voice over ends, you hear the voice of Phil Collins start up with...

"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"

As the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well known with this theme....

The Mental Rapist

Through the crimson mist, a ring of fire can now be seen as the fans can see two people rising up from the floor. The arena erupts into boos and slight cheers as the two people are quickly recognized as Sean Jackson and the evil jezebeth Vanessa. Jackson is motionless while Vanessa stands bladed, her curves showing up beautifully against the backdrop. Once both have risen like a phoenix from its ashes, they step out of the ring of fire with Sean completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.

"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."

A slight smile forms on his face. Lord only knows what's floating around in that screwed up head of his, especially with the Vietnamese darkling at his side. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.

Justin: From Dallas, TX…weighing in at 220 pounds…he is the Mental Rapist….Sean Jackson!

They begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of Vanessa's dark vietnamese skin and cast a pale reflection on Jackson. Vanessa wearing a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavege while Jackson is dressed in a white shirt with the NWA logo on the front, blood pouring from the bottom. He is also wearing black trunks with gold colored material and outlined in blood red you see "Mental" and on the opposite leg you see "Rapist".

As soon as they enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Vanessa, he then hops down off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.

DING! DING! DING!

Jackson immediately nails Hardin in the side of the head and the former Roulette Champion falls down to the mat. Jackson quickly turns his attention over to Mephisto and lands a kick square in the gut of the odd Dante. He then lands a right hand, which drops him down to the mat. Sean turns around and is no facing off with Acquin.

Simone: What an aggressive start by the ACW Champion.

Jackson lands an open hand shot across the face of Acquin but Joshua comes right back with one of his own, knocking the smaller Jackson back a few feet. Sean lands another right cross and this time Acquin returns it with a haymaker that knocks the Texas native down to the mat.

Crowd: POP!

A surprised Jackson rolls out of the ring and regroups with Vanessa.

Adams: I don’t know if Jackson has ever been hit that hard before…

Simone: Doesn’t look like it.

Acquin walks over to the ropes and talks a bit of trash at Jackson but mid-sentence, Dante Mephisto rolls him up from behind and Jasmine St. John drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Before Acquin can kick out Jeremiah Hardin jumps up and lands on both men, breaking up the count.

Simone: This one was almost over in a hurry.

Hardin grabs Mephisto and lifts him up high before dropping him down on the mat with a vertical suplex. He then drops an elbow across the chest of Dante before turning his attention back to Acquin. Hardin goes to grab him but Acquin reverses him and send him in to the corner with an aggressive looking Irish whip. He follows it up with a corner splash before turning his attention back over to Mephisto. He grabs Dante and lifts him up with a belly-to-back suplex. He stands up and is met with an elbow to the back of the head by Jackson, knocking Acquin down to the ground.

Adams: Ouchie!

Simone: Joshua Acquin is grabbing the back of his head and he looks hurt.

Jackson runs over and spears Hardin in the corner and then turns to Mephisto charging after him. He hits him with a devastating looking boot to the face and then poses for the crowd, drawing loud boos.

Simone: Jackson has a vicious streak we don’t see too often here in SCW.

Sean drops for a lazy cover on Mephisto and Jasmine St. John starts her count.

One!

Two!

Adams: Three!

Jasmine holds up two fingers and Jackson looks annoyed. As he gets up Joshua Acquin nails him with kick to his kidneys and Jackson hunches over. Acquin nails him with another kick, this time to the face, and Jackson falls to the mat face first.

Adams: Acquin now looking to be the aggressor here.

Joshua walks over to Hardin who is still out in the corner but is starting to come to. He smashes him in the face with a few forearms before whipping him hard across the ring. On Hardin’s way over he collides with Jasmine St. John, knocking the Head Referee down to the mat. As St. John lays out cold on the mat, Hardin bounces back in the opposite direction in a wobbly fashion and runs right in to Acquin. Joshua sets him up in a full nelson and then slams him face first in to the mat.

Simone: NIGHTMARE 2!!

Adams: Hardin is out!

Acquin bounces up and sees Mephisto running towards him. Acquin lands a boot the mid-section of Dante and then drives him face first in to the canvas with a Killswitch.

Simone: NIGHTMARE!!!

Adams: We’ve got a winner!

Acquin covers up Mephisto and hooks the leg but then looks over and sees Jasmine St. John out on the mat. He slams his own hand down on the mat three times to signify his victory but to no avail.

Adams: That isn’t fair! We should have a winner in there!

With frustration on his face, Acquin starts to get up to go wake Jasmine up. As he gets to his knees…

WHACK!

Sean Jackson runs in with shining wizard to the back of his head.

Simone: GAME CALLED DUE TO DARKNESS!

Adams: Oh brother! All these crazy moves and Jasmine is still out.

Jackson, also not realizing that St. John is out cold in the middle of the ring, goes for the cover. Just as he realizes that no count is being made, a man runs out from the audience and pulls Jackson, by his legs, off of Acquin and down to ringside.

Simone: It’s Drake Green! Drake Green just pulled Jackson down to ringside!

Adams: My hero!

Green begins to wail on Jackson. He grabs him by the head and shoves his face up against the steel barricade to fans delight. Vanessa runs over and tries to pull Green off but Drake shrugs her off and she falls down to the concrete floor. Drake, realizing it was a woman who he had just struck, immediately stops attacking Jackson and checks on the fallen jezebeth Vanessa. For a moment she plays the damsel in distress, long enough for Sean to runs over and hit Drake from behind.

Adams: Oh come on!

Simone: Never trust a woman, Jason. We’re evil.

Back in the ring everyone is starting to get to his or her feet, including Jasmine. Both Hardin and Mephisto run in and try to converge on Acquin but the resident SCW Nightmare has different ideas. He fights off Mephisto and then Harding and sets him up in full nelson position for the second time. He then, grabs Mephisto as well, and hooks them both in the full nelson with the smaller Dante hooked on in front of Jeremiah Hardin.

Adams: He’s not gonna….

BOOM!

Acquin lands the full nelson face buster on both men simultaneously!

Simone: NIGHTMARE 2! On both men!

Acquin covers up both men and Jasmine drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Crowd: THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: Acquin has done it!

Adams: What an impressive finish by Acquin.

“Nightmare” by Avenged Sevenfold plays in the arena as Acquin celebrates but the crowd quickly turns their attention over to the brawling Green and Jackson who have now made their way up the ramp. Jackson lands a boot in the mid-section of Green and then lifts him up in to a torture rack position.

Simone: Oh no!

Adams: He’s gonna hit the Hook ‘Em Horns Driver right on top of the stage!

At the last second Drake pushes him off and then lands a boot in to the mid-section of Jackson in return. He under hooks both of Sean’s arms and then walks him over to the edge of the stage.

Adams: Oh no…

Simone: I don’t think…

Green jumps up in to the air and then both men drop down six feet on to the concrete floor, Jackson’s face lands first.

Simone: SHOW’S OVER! Off the stage and down to the concrete! Both men are a bit hurt as EMTs and security personnel run over to check on Jackson who is out cold. Drake jumps up and raises his arms for the crowd.

Drake: WHAT TIME IS IT?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Security then chases Drake out through the crowd.




Immediately after SCW Climax Control went off the air in The Crawford Hall in Irvine, California, the SCW cameras saw Hardy in the back being slowly placed on a stretcher as the camera’s followed Hardy being stretched away with a neck brace around his neck. Hardy saying “Let me get up”. Hardy’s courage yet stubbornness were admired by many. Slowly Hardy ripped off the neck brace and slowly pushed past the medical personal and walked out of the building.

The Cameramen followed by Miss Rocky Mountains followed Hardy until she reached his car before the man opened his car’s driver side’s door and slide on in. Driving off one wondered what Hardy’s thoughts were.

Days later SCW Climax happened the people at the arena watched a small clip of the chaos ensuing between Brother Grimm and Michael Hardy with shortly afterwards Jason Miller stood in the ring with a mic with Hardy showed at Home without his neck brace with Fans hoping to get a medical update on the Charismatic Renegade.

Miss Rocky: I’m via video feed in this ring Ladies and Gentleman please welcome, The Charismatic Renegade, Michael Hardy. Now, Mr. Hardy? My named is Jason Miller and I was wondering if we could get your thoughts on last week’s match, the attack by Brother Grimm and if this means you’re still coming after the SCW Roulette Championship?

Michael Hardy took a small breath and upon exhaling. He took the time to think.

Hardy: What do you want me to say? That I am going to ball up and hide in a corner? Let’s face it last week the only thing these fan’s got was their money’s worth. They saw Michael Hardy beat one of the toughest guys in this company and become that much closer to getting my hands on Brother Grimm. Some say I shouldn’t have gotten involved in his match but I simply did that to get his attention and show that these past few weeks he has overlooked me and because of the fans I want to be their fighting SCW Roulette Champion and you know what I got his attention and there is no doubt in my mind that he got mine. It’s nothing personal, well it wasn’t until he gave me a black eye and powerbombed me off the stage and through some tables. I look to prove that though I am barely new here in SCW I am one of the best in the world and I will not let these fans down. My rise to the ACW World Championship, starts with the SCW Roulette Title and it doesn’t stop there. It starts with you Grimm, because by winning the match that will happen at SCW Blaze to Glory III it shows I am that much closer to that ACW World Championship. It proves simply that I am there for these fans and that I will not give up on them because they have never given up on me. This no longer about cementing my legacy here. I mean sure it would be nice to be able to retire when I choose to but leave as champion here in SCW. But at this rate its gonna take harder work and that’s what I am all about. Hard work. See I eat, then I train, then I take a shower when I am home and then I train again. I train so hard it feels like my bones are about to snap. Now my doctors and SCW Management wouldn’t let me compete this week even after I begged for them to give me a Falls Count Anywhere with Goth or ACW World Champion, Sean Jackson. But come next week I will be there on the next SCW Card and whoever I am booked against I wish you the best of luck. If there's anyone here at all who has forgotten who Michael Hardy is since last week, they just got reminded of it tonight because even though I was attacked by Brother Grimm these people got their money’s worth. Like I said that at the PPV, I will be laced up and ready for battle rather I am booked or not.

Hardy's response left the interviewer nodding her head in understanding before aiming to speak again.

Miss Rocky: So where do you go from here?

Hardy: Who knows? With the PPV loaming around the corner one can only hope for me to be healthy enough to battle Grimm for the championship. It doesn’t simply matter because the fight between me and Grimm is going to be exactly that a fight. For three months, I have busted my ass in here and like a rookie I feel like I can do better. SCW Management booked me a fight that I asked for and I would humbly ask they book me at SCW Blaze of Glory as I have yet to debut at a PPV. SCW Management this is not threat of some kind this is me simply saying book me and you won’t regret it I live to steal the show. There's only one Michael Hardy and everywhere he goes the creatures are rallying behind him, the whole company will benefit from it I promise you. Creatures, Mount Up!

Following that statement, The video feed went black as a wad of cake came flying directly at Hardy’s face.




The scene opens up with Andrew Garcia and Casey Williams talking in a quiet hallway backstage. They are approached by Max Burke.

Casey: What’s going on Max?

Max: Hey boys. Glad, I caught the two of you together. Mark and I have been talking, and I think we could be an asset in your development Drew.

Andrew: You guys really want me to join you guys?

Max: Yeah man. We see a ton of potential in you. You're a diamond in the rough my friend.

Andrew: Casey and I will have to discuss it real quick and will get back to you in a few minutes.

Andrew and Casey walk away, discussing the possibility of joining up with Max and Hot Stuff Mark Ward. After a few minutes, they walk back to Max.

Max: Boys...

Andrew: We have accepted your offer to join this little group.

Max: Excellent. I've got a few other irons in the fire. I'll touch base later with the details. This is going to be big boys.

They shake hands with Max, and walk away as the scene fades to black.





SCW BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Traci Patterson and Mercedes Vargas © vs. The Freakettes




Connor Murphy walks down the hallway of the locker room, a flat piece of cardboard in his hand. Taking his finger, he flicks at a spinner on it. Looking up, he stares into the camera held by his friend and manager Devlin Lefebvre.

Connor Murphy: I don’t know if you thought that I wasn’t serious about what I said last week so I decided I wanted to show you exactly how serious I am.

He holds up what looks like a Twister spincard. Inside of the coloured spots, different match types can be seen. Moving back to a horizontal position, he spins it as Devlin brings the camera over to capture what stipulation shows. The spinner slows and reveals a death match themed match. Connor looks up with a smirk.

Connor Murphy: I bet there are some boyos that are very thankful they aren’t facing me tonight. See when I created this roulette wheel for my matches, I decided that the matches were not extreme enough for a true roulette champion. So when it comes to these matches that I have against other wrestlers until I have the roulette title around my waist are just going to be teasers to the real thing. But I do like this one match that Scotty Oliver suggested but I would have to be facing a Bombshell to do it. Maybe Vixen…

The camera spies out a Bombshell pudding match as one of the selections. From behind the camera, the voice of Devlin can be heard.

Devlin Lefebvre: Dude, that’s my sister!

Connor Murphy: Spoilsport. Anyways, here is my promise once more. Until the Roulette title is around my waist, I am going to compete in all my matches under Roulette rules and if that means I lose my matches, so be it because it is all for practice for when I am put in the big one. I’m comin for the belt boys and there is nothing you can do about it.

With a final flick of the spinner, Connor brings the cardboard right up to the lens of the camera sending it to black.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an Quarterfinal match in the Blast From the Past mixed tag team tournament! Introducing first! Accompanied by the Goldenboy Gene Banton! From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 227 pounds ... making his return to Sin City Wrestling ... Gene Banton Jr.!

The opening trumpet of Arthur Fiedler’s ‘La Virgen de la Macarena’ perhaps best known as the bullfight song heralds a burst of multi-colored pyrotechnics at the head of the ramp. Curious faces bustle towards the railing lining the aisle their collective gaze drawn to the curtains bearing the SCW logo. Trembling briefly the satin grey drapery is parted forcibly by a pair of hands belonging to the Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr. He pauses succinctly, standing between the vibrant illuminations bringing his hands to his hips allowing the crowd to take in the display. Overhead a giant LCD screen dubbed the ‘jumbotron’ flashes images of the young man performing in the ring, speaking into a microphone and posing with a bevy of bikini clad beauties. Finally, he breaks into a stride, confidently swaggering his way to the ring ignoring the thrusting of outstretched hands, his lips curled into a confident smirk as his gleaming cobalt lenses dial into their destination, the ring where his business will be conducted in earnest. His manager and father, Goldenboy Gene Banton follows behind several paces, allowing his son the entirety of the spotlight. Climbing the iron steps and stepping between the ropes, the youngster extends his arms in presentation acknowledging the vociferous reception of the mob.

Justin: His tag team partner hails from Juneau, Alaska, weighing 128 pounds ... the 'Punk Princess' Amy Marshall!

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

"Whoaa ohh ohhh x 3
Scream"

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

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

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

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

Amy then begins to head down the ramp, as she ignore the fans around her before climbing inside the ring, where she climbs the turnbuckle and raises her arms high before blowing a single kiss towards the crowd. Amy then jumps off the turnbuckle where Jr. tries to drape an arm around her shoulder but she reacts solely by shoving him aside. Geno Jr. just shrugs and smiles in a cocky manner.

Justin: Introducing their opponents! First, from Lynchberg, Tennessee, standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 145 pounds ... Brandi Shotze!

The opening chords to "Boom Boom" by The LoCash Cowboys blasts through the speakers. As the vocals kick in, Brandi Shotze appears at the top of the ramp. She looks around the crowd nodding and starts to walk down the ramp. She climbs the steps and gets in ring. Brandi walks to the corner and stands on the middle turnbuckle. She raises her arms and jumps down, staring across the ring.

Adams: Is it me or is Junior hypnotized by Brandi's ... fun bags?

Brandi is right up in her opponents side of the ring, jiggling her ample breasts and Junior seems transfixed -- right up until Amy cuffs him in the shoulder.

Simone: It's not just you.

Justin: And her tag team partner is the NEW Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion! From Birmingham, England, weighing in at 225 pounds ... Simon Jones!

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 holds up the SCW gold. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans on either side of the aisle. After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, then steps through the ropes, and as he does so he glances to his left, then to his right, before walking to the side of the ring closest to the camera and pausing to look out at the crowd. Simon then turns around and walks towards the opposite side of the ring, but before he reaches the ropes, he turns to his right and heads for the corner of the ring, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle and holds aloft the SCW belt, to further cheers and applause from the fans.

Simone: It was just a week ago that Simon bested Giani Di Luca to become a two-time SCW Heavyweight Champion, and tonight he has the chance to move one step further in the Blast From the Past II tournament.

Adams: And will you check Junior out?

Geno Jr. is approaching where Simon stands, motioning around his waist with his hands.

Simone: Christ! The kid is in only his third match and he's trying to lay claim to Simon's championship? How much ego does Gene Banton's kid have?

Simon confers with Brandi and elects to start, and on the other side, Amy Marshall sets foot out onto the apron.

Simone: And it looks like Junior is getting his wish because the men are kicking this match off.

The bell rings!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

And immediately, Junior rolls out of the ring and approaches the announcer's desk.

Adams: Now what is he...?

Simone: You have a match back THAT way Einstein!

Junior jaws at the announcers briefly before he grabs a house microphone.

Simone: What in hell is going through this kid's head!?

Adams: Well he did say he wanted to call his own matches!

Simone: He was serious!?

Gene Senior pats his boy on the back and Junior rolls back inside to a disbelieving Simon Jones who shakes his head and the men start to circle.

Junior: Whoa! The anticipation of the match is fierce! The crowd doesn't know who to root for! Will it be the pretender to the throne, Simon Jones, or the fastest rising man in the business today, Geno Junior!

Simone: If we lost viewers, Junior is only going to have himself to blame.

Junior then holds up his hand, stalling Simon, then calmly turns around and drops to all fours.

Junior: Heyy! What's this? The versatile and talented Geno Junior is giving his opponent a sporting chance! He's going to let the Champion make the first move! What COULD he be thinking?

Adams: He's not, that's the problem.

Simone: And look at who this is coming from.

Adams: Right! ... Hey!

Simon looks at referee Jacob Summers, arms out and perplexed, but the poor official can only shrug. Simon shakes his head and moves in toward Junior from behind. He drops down and grabs the rookie, but Junior shifts his weight and arm drags Simon over.

Junior: It was a trap! It was a trap! I can't believe Simon Jones actually fell for it! He calls himself a champion and he let a rookie outsmart him like that!?

Geno Junior fastens an armlock on Simon, cranking the pressure on the mat and he smiles and reaches with his free hand to playfully slap Jones upside of the head, much to the crowd's chagrin.

Junior: Ha ha ha! I guess he's not much of a champion after all! You can't blame him though. Look at who he's in the ring with!

Adams: Can we cut his mic?

Simone: I'd rather cut his vocal cords.

Junior pulls Simon up with the aid of a handful of hair and goes for an Irish whip against the ropes but Simon reverses it. Simon ducks down for a backdrop but Junior leapfrogs over him.

Junior: What a move!

Junior rebounds off the far side of the ring and Simon greets him with a dropkick, knocking Junior silly!

Simone: He's right! What a move!

Junior: Not fair! Not fair!

Adams: It's amazing he hasn't dropped the mic yet.

Junior scrambles up to his feet but is armdragged over twice by Simon, and once he regains his footing, the SCW Champion scoops him up and drives him down hard with a body slam! The crowd rallies behind Simon as he grabs Junior's arm and twists it into an arm ringer, and Junior starts struggling.

Junior: He's got my tights! He's got my tights! Are you BLIND referee!?

Jacob hurriedly moves around to check, but this takes his eyes away from Junior who jams a thumb in Simon's eye, breaking the hold. Simon stumbles back against the ropes and Junior smirks, holding his arms out as the crowd boos.

Junior: Oh yeah! Now THAT'S the mark of a champion!

Junior turns to Simon's corner and walks up toward Brandi with a cocky swagger, cupping his hands over his own pecs. Brandi responds by grabbing her own massive breasts and 'juggling' them.

Adams: Ummm, I dunno! Whose are bigger?

Junior holds his tongue out, taunting Shotze when Simon rolls him up from behind!

1.....
2.....
Junior kicks out!

Before the Champion can follow up, Junior scrambles madly for the ropes near his corner and ducks through them. Simon tries to go in after him but Jacob stops him. Junior slowly steps back in and grabs at his trunks.

Junior: He pulled my tights! You all saw it! What kind of a champion is he!?

Junior points an accusing finger at Simon as he inches closer toward his own corner and tags Amy into the match. Simon just shakes his head in disbelief as his own partner, Brandi, climbs through the ropes. The two Bombshells go to lock up but Amy immediately grabs her larger opponent into a side headlock.

Simone: Amy prides herself on enjoying a good fight but I think she's smart switching tactics here against Brandi Shotze.

Adams: Yeah I don't think Amy would come out on top of a brawl with that woman.

Amy cranks the pressure on and Brandi tries too fore her off into the ropes -- but Amy hangs on thanks to a handful of hair and pulls her right back into the headlock. Brandi yells at the referee about the hair pull but Amy denies everything to the referee, with Junior and Gene Senior on the outside backing her up.

Simone: Oh come ON Jacob! How the hell could you not see that!?

Brandi tries again to send Amy into the ropes and for the second straight time, Amy hangs on with a hairpull and brings her right back into the side headlock.

Adams: She's going to end up pissing Brandi off, that's what she's going to do!

Finally Brandi has had enough and she powers Amy up as if for an atomic drop but instead just dumps her to the mat on her tailbone!

Simone: Oh boy you weren't kidding!

Even the cocky Junior cringe as a wide eyed Amy staggers up on bowel-legs, her face contorted in pain, and Brandi grabs her by the arm and sends her into the ropes where she connects with a shoulder block, leveling Marshall. Brandi pumps her arms and yells out, rallying the crowd as she pats her huge knockers to the tune of their chant...

"SHE'S GOT HUGE TITS!"
"SHE'S GOT HUGE TITS!"

Amy gets to her feet and Brandi lands an open handed chop across her chest, the stinging slap heard everywhere. Brandi grabs a handful of Amy's mohawk and runs her face into the corner. Brandi turns her around and mounts the middle turnbuckle and she begins drilling Amy in the head with fists as the crowd counts along!

"One!"
"Two!"
"Three!"
"Four!"
"Five!"
"Six!" "
"Seven!"

Then Amy cuts them off, bringing Brandi from out of the corner and goes for an inverted atomic drop but Brandi blocks it. Brandi then goes for a charging lariat but Amy ducks and she nails Brandi in the face full on with a superkick!

Adams: Damn! Did you hear the crack of Amy's boot on Brandi's face!?

Brandi goes down and Amy covers her, hooking the bigger woman's leg.

1.....
2.....
Brandi kicks out!

Amy screams in disbelief but rather than follow up, she reaches over toward her corner and Junior tags back in. Junior climbs into the ring and mocks the downed Brandi, cupping his pecs again and turning at the waist and slapping his own backside.

Junior: How do you like that, huh baby!? Does this smokin' ass turn you on?

Simone: Sometimes I can't believe my eyes.

Adams: I know. You should have had that surgery back when we first discussed it.

Simon Jones charges in to put a stop to the shenanigans but Junior sees him coming and ducks the blow!

Junior: And Simon Jones missed a cheap shot!

Simon rebounds off the far side and Junior drops down to the mat. Simon handsprings over him and rebounds again off of the ropes but Junior drops to his back and uses his feet to send the SCW Champion flying with a monkey flip halfway across the ring!

Adams: Geno Junior has some serious leg strength, I'll give him that!

Simon's tumble takes him out of the ring where he works to recover from the surprise maneuver of the younger Superstar, but Geno Junior gives him no time to recover as he uses the top rope to slingshot himself out to the floor, crashing into Simon!

Simone: Nice! Simon Jones is the type of man who enjoys a challenge and he is finding one here tonight!

Junior slowly gets back to his feet, stunned himself but never the less quite pleased with his own performance. He struts around and points toward his dad and speaks again into the house mic.

Junior: Yo pops! You see that? Tell me now THAT wasn't impressive! I could do this all...!

But as Junior turns around, Simon launches himself at the rookie and brings him down with a Thesz press and lays in a series of fists to his head!

Junior: He's cheating! He's cheating! Closed fists are...!

But Simon rips the microphone out of Junior's grasp and sends it flying across the ringside floor!

Adams: Thank you!

Simone: It's about damn time!

At the count of eight, Simon rolls Junior back inside of the ring and then springboards back inside with a senton atop Junior's sternum. Simon leans back over him and hooks a leg.

1.....
2.....

Junior counters the pin, rolling Simon back over in a crucifix!

1.....
2.....
Simon kicks out!

Simone: That was almost three!

Adams: I can't believe Geno Junior almost pinned the Heavyweight Champion!

Simon rolls over and gets to his feet and Junior comes up from behind for his patented maneuver, the Dog Trainer, but Simon ducks low, dodging it. Simon then grabs Junior around the waist from behind and rolls him back into a Backlund cradle!

1.....
2.....
3 - No! Junior gets his shoulder up!

Adams: That was close!

Simone: And we are seeing first hand why Simon Jones is the SCW Champion!

Simon makes a grab for Junior but the rookie rolls away fast and tags Amy!

Adams: I guess he didn't like being shown up.

As Brandi climbs in to take over, Amy comes flying off the top of her corner, crashing into Shotze! Amy then starts laying in the boots to Brandi, then drops to her knees and she savagely starts choking her with both hands, breaking only at the count of four. Amy then grabs two handfuls of Brandi's hair and rakes her face across the top rope.

Simone: Rope burn! God that has to hurt like hell!

Amy sends her into the corner with a hard Irish whip and connects with a high knee. She then grabs Brandi by the hair and brings her face-first to the canvas with a one-handed bulldog! Amy smiles as Junior applauds her. Amy rolls Brandi to her back and hooks the leg.

1.....
2.....
Brandi kicks out.

Amy screams at Jacob and claps her hands rapidly, demanding a faster count! She drags Brandi to her feet by the hair and goes for an Irish whip but Brandi reverses it. Amy comes off with a high cross body but Brandi catches her...!

Adams: Uh oh!

And Brandi brings her over with the fall away slam! The crowd is cheering as Brandi slaps her own buttocks repeatedly and does a kip up!

Simone: Who knew Brandi Shotze could do that!?

Brandi sizes Amy up, ready to end this, when Junior rushes into the ring and pulls the back of Brandi's outfit up, revealing her undergarments!

Simone: That pig!

Adams: It did what he set out to do though! He has her distracted!

Junior turns to play to the fans and a fuming Brandi walks right up behind him -- and pulls his trunks down to his feet! the crowd howls in cheers and laughter!

Simone: OH! MY!...!

Adams: Where the hell did he find a tie-dye thong!?

Junior frantically reaches down to try and grab his trunks to right himself but loses his balance and falls to the mat! The crowd cheers as Brandi doesn't ease up and pulls the poor kid's trunks the rest of the way off and swings them around in the air, much to the crowd's delight! Junior leaps to his feet and tries desperately to cover himself and retrieve his garment but Brandi throws them out into the crowd!

Adams: A souvenir! Courtesy of the Big Breasted Bombshell!

Even Junior's own dad seemed to be getting a chuckle out of the situation his boy has found himself in -- at least until Simon races into the ring and clotheslines Junior backwards over the top rope and to the floor! Suddenly Amy attacks Brandi from behind, hitting her with a clubbing double axehandle to the back and knocking her to her knees.

Simone: Junior may have paid for it but his distraction served it's purpose. Amy Marshall is back in control here.

Amy grabs the redneck Bombshell and tries to set her up for a powerbomb or piledriver, but Brandi blocks the attempt. Brandi then counters and lifts Amy up in the precarious position... and drives her down with the Alabama Slam!

Adams: Redneck Slam!

Brandi immediately covers Amy!

1.....
2.....
3!

The crowd cheers as the bell rings, heralding the conclusion of the match!

Justin: The winners of the match, advancing to the Semi-Finals ... BRANDI SHOTZE AND SIMON JONES!!

A butt bare Geno Junior stares into the ring in disbelief, holding his head, as the referee raises the hands of Simon Jones and Brandi Shotze while Amy slowly rolls out of the ring.





SPECIAL ACW CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH
"The Mental Rapist" Sean Jackson © vs. Drake Green




Scott Oliver is back stage following an SCW staff member to one of the concession stands in the arena. Karina Koji is sitting on the counter making it pretty hard for anyone to get the treats they want. The staff are yelling at her but she seems oblivious. She is holding a bottle of Kracken Rum that is nearly empty.

Karina: I want.....another one of those pretzle things..the soft kind with mustard. God bless America for there terrible, lovely food!

Scott can't help but smirk before trying to get Karina's attention.

Oliver: Hey..um Karina...you think maybe you should let umm these American's have there snacks...come on. Ummm I can even interview you.

Karina looks at Oliver trying to recognize him. She steps off the counter grabbing a pretzle from a nearby customer.

Karina: Oh yeah...you want to interview...me you little man. Why..I don't even matter...to you. I don't even have a match....

Oliver: Well you didn't even show up to your last match...

Karina: Well I can't help it all the big sport places look alike. I was ready...I just ended up in the wrong city and without my shoes...

Oliver: Yeah ok...well there you have it. This just in...Karina Koji is pretty darn drunk.

Karina stumbles forward grabbing Oliver.

Karina: I found my shoes...

She then pats him on the cheek, ruffles his hair.

Karina: And I am drunk...but I am no joke Stoner...I could break you so fast. I am just a little lost but once I find every part of me...you better watch out.

She shoves him grabbing someones soda nearby and pouring the rest of the rum into it before stumbling down the hall.




Opening up backstage we find Pussy Willow with a microphone in hand, the scene pans backwards to show who her next interviewee will be a loud cheer burst through the arena as Odette Ryder’s face lights up the camera. Pussy waits for the all clear from the cameraman before starting.

Pussy: I have with me the one and only Odette Ryder, who for weeks has been avoiding all cameras, all interviews and all press conferences like the plague... Odette the Sin City Wrestling world wants to know one thing, what on earth made you just up and leave months ago?

As Pussy turns the microphone up towards Odette the Australian Bombshell doesn’t say anything to begin with, she just smiles.

Odette: I have my reasons, reasons that the Sin City Wrestling fans will find out soon but as of right now I’m not ready to share.

A soft boo rolls around the arena from Odette’s vague answer before Pussy’s voice over powers them.

Pussy: Well what about what happened between you and Gabriel, can you share some light on that?

A massive roar of boos is heard from the crowd as Gabriel’s name is said followed by a massive Douche bag chant. The cameras pan on Odette’s face to see her reaction, but it’s still placid, not showing any signs of alignment with the crowd’s reaction.

Odette: What happened between Gabriel and I, I would like for it to remain private but no doubt since he has been on this little obsession kick he is just waiting to burst out the truth. The truth is Pussy, only I know why I walked away and once again as far as I’m concerned until I’m willing to share that information, everyone’s curiosity is just going to be placed on ice.

Another slight mixed reaction spills from the fans as Odette just sighs; she wanted to tell everyone but not right now.

Pussy: You can understand why the fans are giving you mixed reactions; they want to know what happened Odette... don’t you think you owe your Rydernites the truth?

The microphone gets placed in front of her lips once more and Odette quickly answers this time, stuffing her hands in her jean pockets showing her discomfort.

Odette: My fans mean the world to me, and yes Pussy they do deserve the truth... and when the time is right and when I can finally stand here and say what happened without feeling the need to just break down and fall into a heap they will know. Please, don’t think I’m doing this to you on purpose, I just need time. Time that I know my true Rydernites will give me.

As Pussy goes to continue she is cut off by the sound of a sinister male laugh, followed but the sound of a slow clap. Odette and Pussy look at each other confused before the television screen behind them explodes into life. As smoke fills the area around the two bombshells, a black and white wave starts to play on the screen.

Voice: and the Oscar goes to... drum roll please...

A drum roll is cued around the personal address system before abrupt getting cut off by the voice that belongs to Gabriel.

Gabriel: Odette Ryder, for all her hard work and dedication she put into the movie called Bullshit and lies. Go on Odette Nicole, take a bow.

Odette looks around trying to find out where the voice is coming from as it sounds like he is shouting out near her, rather than a recorded message.

Gabriel: Keep looking Odette, you’ll never find me... it’s a curse when you can’t see past your own nose.

Odette starts to scream “show yourself Gabriel” but his laughter cuts her off.

Gabriel: All in due time Odette, but now I think it's time you told the people what you really think Odette.

Gabriel laughs with a low tone.

Gabriel: I know you wanna know where I am. I could be over here.

The voice switches to behind Pussy, causing both to look in that direction. The voice changes area to behind Odette.

Gabriel: Or here.

Odette turns around, nervously looking behind her chair, seeing nothing.

Gabriel: The screen my budding little actress. I think you might want to look at the screen.

Odette shifts her eyes to the screen, a black and white images flash on the screen. Odette keeps her eyes on the screen.

Gabriel: I can see that look Odette, feeling tired, aren't you?

Odette nods slowly, mesmerized by the black and white lines.

Gabriel: Let's play a game Odette. Let's call it Truths, shall we?

Odette nods once more.

Gabriel: Now tell me Odette, who is your number one?

Odette doesn’t delay in responding.

Odette: You are...

Gabriel: Come on Odette; we’re playing Truths... who really is your number one?

Odette: I am...

Gabriel: See that wasn’t too hard, now Odette tell everyone where you have been for the last few months.

Without blinking she replies.

Odette: Everywhere...

Her eyes stay locked on the screen in front of her.

Gabriel: Everywhere?

Odette: Yes all over the place.

Odette can feel her body shaking but she ignores it as her eyes are still locked on the wavy lines in front of her.

Gabriel: and why did you have run away Odette?

Odette: To get away...

Odette jumps in her spot as Gabriel’s loud booming voice starts to scream at her.

Gabriel: Come on little miss bullshit, we don’t have all night... now tell us why you had to get away?

Odette: I had to get away from them, all of them...

Gabriel: Any why do you need to get away from them?

Before Odette can respond she gets snapped out of her trance by Pussy who is violently shaking her body stealing her attention from the screen. Odette’s ears pick up the sounds of boos and before Pussy can say anything, Odette gets up and runs out of the room. Leaving Pussy alone as the television screen behind her explodes into a million tiny pieces. The scene fades out with Pussy screaming from shock as smoke fills up the room around her.




Backstage, we come across Max Burke being escorted by several members of SCW Security. Max storms into the office that is set up for "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. Mark looks up from his desk with a puzzled look on his face.

HS: Nice entourage...

Max scoffs at Mark's jab.

Burke: Seriously Mark? I don't think this is necessary.

Mark taps his pen on the desk, and chuckles.

HS: We both know that. I didn't do it. This is all Erik. I'm surprised he didn't just leave you for the Five Elders.

Max shoots a glare one of the guards that is getting a little too close for his liking. Max sticks a finger in the guard's chest.

Burke: Back off bub.

Max walks over to the other side of the office, and pours a glass of whiskey on the rocks. He makes his way back over to Mark's desk, and takes a seat.

Burke: I'm so scared of Wing's Triad rejects.

HS: Wong's...

Burke: Whatever. If she didn't drop the ball, I wouldn't have had to drop her on her pretty head.

HS: Well, you pissed off a lot of people. The security team might be a good idea for this evening.

Burke: Hell, I came to enjoy the show, and have a few drinks with you. They are not stupid enough to barge in here and try shit. Boys, you can stand guard outside if this is really necessary. I've got stuff to talk over with the boss.

HS: You heard the man. Take it outside gentlemen.

The guards leave the office as instructed as we head back to ringside.




Justin: The following match is for one fall and it is a quarter finals match in the blast from the past tag team tournament introducing first weight in at 264 pounds from Galveston Texas.... Laaaaannndooooonnn Axxxxxeeeeeel

“The End” by Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, a spotlight shines upon the entrance as Landon Axel steps out to a chorus of cheers, he smiles broadly as he walks down the aisle and walks to the ring steps and climbs them and stands on the ring apron. Absorbing the atmosphere for a moment before stepping through the ropes, walking over to the furthest turnbuckle and climbs up to the second rope, Axel acknowledges the crowd by pounding his chest and lifting his arms up. The music plays as the referee checks his books waist and knuckles for foreign objects before it fades away.

Justin: and his partner weighing in at 120 pounds, from Miami Florida... give it up for Jeeeeessieeee Saaaalllllcoooooo.

"WE ARE MUNICIPAL WASTE AND JESSIE SALCO IS GONNA FUCK YOU UP!"

The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of "The Art of Partying" by Municipal Waste tears the PA System a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake, the two do some headbanging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband and waiting for her opponents.

Justin: And their opponents, coming to the ring first weighing in at 252 pounds from London England.... Etttthhhaaaan Brooooody!!!

“The End” by Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, a spotlight shines upon the entrance as Ethan Brody steps out to a chorus of cheers, he shows little expression on his face as he walks down the aisle and leaps onto the ring apron. He steps through the ropes and walks over to the ropes to acknowledge the crowd by lifting his arms up. The music plays as the referee checks his books waist and knuckles for foreign objects before it fades away.

Justin: and finally...

The audience’s attention is once again brought to the stage as the pulsing beat of the music draws in their attention. Their enthusiasm sours as the ring crew brings a runway down the ramp, quickly fastening it to the apron, securing it at the top of the ramp within seconds. They step to the side as a spotlight comes on the stage. Holly Wood steps through the curtains first, dressed rather modestly for her, in a tall blonde wig, and a floral print gown that most would not be caught dead in. She has apparently put on quite a few pounds from the chest down. Her make up is even more outrageous than it normally is, close to clown status. Tucked next to her fake bosom is a large book bound in brown leather. She struts to the center of the runway in her Sunday worst and cracks the book open. She reaches into her large hair and pulls out a pair of cat eye style glasses before shouting out “LEVITICUS 20:13!!!” in an angry tone as she looks around to the audience. She then looks as if she is blushing, muttering an obvious “whoops…” before continuing on.

Adams: I have an idea where this is going, and I want to shrink down to a foot tall and hide in Holly’s hair.

Simone: I think I’m about to be disgusted, but that wouldn’t be anything new with these three.

And with that, Angelica takes her cue, coming out next. Her outfit is nothing more than a corseted wedding dress down in black, with a matching lace veil that rests atop her hair as it is drawn into a bun underneath it. She has a bouquet of black roses in her hands, as if this were the unhappiest day of her life. She reaches under the veil to clutch onto a pair of rosary beads. She tightens her grip as she slowly lifts the veil from over her face. She looks from side to side as she shouts out “ROMAN 1:24 THROUGH 27!!!” She lowers the veil over her face as she continues forward, meeting up with Holly near the apron. The crowd gasps at their obvious spit in the face of certain sects of organized religion, but it is nothing compared to what is to follow.

Simone: And that sinking feeling is only getting worse… How inappropriate for such an event.

Adams: It isn’t like them to play it safe, so why wouldn’t they “go there”? I mean, how could it get any worse, and the audience hasn’t started a riot y… Oh God, forgive me for I am about to sin in my mind…

Justin Decent: And making her way to the ring by way of Miami, Florida, standing at 5 feet 9 inches and weighing in at 135 pounds, she is… DELIA DARLING!!!

Delia walks out onto the stage in knee high latex boots, leading up to a high rise Nun’s gown, fitted around the waist to show off her form in a most inappropriate manner. As the gown works up her abdomen, it is opened up to show off her cleavage. Her hair is completely hidden by a large habit that trails down to her arms where they act as wings as she sways with her runway walk. She comes to the center of the runway and pulls a microphone from her cleavage. In her hand is a pair of black rosary beads, which she shows off in her hand into the microphone.

Delia: JAMES 4:12!!! GALATIANS 5:14!!! MATTHEW 1 THROUGH 3!!! Words of love and hate mean nos’ing when z’ey are side by side, darlings. Pick and choose your beliefs, but do not use z’em to tell me what I can and cannot do!!!

With that said, Delia marches over to Angelica and pulls her veil back, planting a kiss for the ages on her lips. The crowd doesn’t know whether to cheer or boo in offense. Delia pulls away and runs her finger over Angelica’s lips slowly before walking to the ropes. She turns around and leans against the ropes, allowing Holly and Angelica to rip the garb from around her body, revealing a black and white vinyl swimsuit with white crosses printed approximately at the center of each breast. She places the rosary beads around her neck as she enters the ring, walking around to soak in the boos as Ethan stares at her in a mixture of appeal and shock. She blows him a kiss fro across the ring before sashaying toward him with a coy wink.

As all four competitors stand in the middle of the ring, the SCW fans in attendance start a mixture of “GFH” “NXT” chants. As Landon and Ethan shake each others’ hand before getting the match underway; Delia can’t help herself as she storms over to her partner Ethan reminding him that they’re in a mixed tag team match.

Adams: Delia doesn’t care about the brotherly bond between Ethan and Landon here.

Simone: She’s all class.

As Delia is instructing Ethan on what to do, Ethan smirks and points at Delia and then at Jessie Salco getting the crowd to bu

with excitement. Jessie is chomping at the bit to get her hands on Delia but Delia has other plans, as she turns on her heels and walks to the outside of the ring.

Crowd: WEAK AS PISS, WEAK AS PISS!!!

As the crowd show their displeasure in Delia she fobs them off by blowing a mocking kiss. Jessie rolls her eyes and makes her way to the outside and Jasmine can finally call for the bell.

Ding, ding, ding.

Adams: Well this is going to be interesting.

Simone: Like it or not boys but Delia basically pushed you both into facing each other first up.

As both boys circle one another in the middle of the ring, another loud GFH chant breaks out. Landon raises his arms and looks for a lock up but Ethan blind sides him with a fury of left and right fists. Stumble backwards Landon shakes his head to regain his thoughts, shooting off a surprised smile towards his tag team partner. Ethan jumps up and down in his spot urging Landon to bring it.

Simone: Well it’s good to see that they’re both taking this seriously but still managing to have fun.

Landon comes running in towards Ethan and he catches his tag team partner in the face with a swift right elbow, and another, then another. Sending Ethan reeling on his feet, as Ethan stumbles backwards Landon catches him, grabbing on to his arm he drags him in only to swiftly crack his knee into his face. Landon drives another quick knee to the face of Ethan; Ethan stumbles backwards into the ropes. Delia is shown on the scream shouting at her tag team partner while Jessie gets the crowd riled up.

Crowd: Let’s go Landon!!!

Landon charges in for another attack move but Ethan counters with a massive upper cut, the sound of Ethan’s fist hitting his tag team partner’s chin sends a chill through the audience. Landon staggers back and holds his chin for a few seconds a smile plastered on his face while Ethan stands there pretty impressed with himself.

Adams: Both Ethan and Landon are enjoying each other’s handy work.

Simone: they have appreciation for each other this is what great tag teams are built off.

As Ethan comes galloping in Landon stops his train that the station with a massive boot to the midsection. Ethan doubles over in pain sending a very vocal French girl into over drive on the outside of the ring. Turning to look at Delia, Landon covers his ears and screams “SHUT UP” sending the fans into frenzy mode.

Crowd: SHUT THE FUCK UP!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

Landon spins around and grabs hold of Ethan arm and violently whips him across the ring, as Ethan rebounds of the ring ropes Landon grabs him and drops him to the canvas with a side slam. Landon bounces to his feet feeling the electricity running through his veins while Ethan crawls up to his feet, leaning his back into the turnbuckle. Spinning around Landon sees his friend just where he wants him, running across the ring Landon look for a big boot but Ethan catches his leg in midair, knocking it away from him.

Adams: That’s the worst thing about fighting your tag team partner; they know all your moves.

Ethan bounds out of the corner and he pushes Landon down to the canvas before backing up only to run back in crashing his knee into Landon’s skull. As Landon’s back crashes into the ring ropes Ethan follows up with four swift kicks to his midsection. Reaching down Ethan grabs hold of Landon and Irish whips him across the ring, on the reversal Ethan looks to capitalize but out of nowhere Landon pops up with a spinning heel kick sending Ethan to the canvas.

Simone: Landon might have got the last word in then but I don’t think he realises what’s just about to happen.

As Ethan is just a a touch away from her, Delia stands on the bottom rope and leans over it reaching out with her hand making sure she has a good grip on the tag rope as well. The Mean girl stretches out as far as she can and she tags herself in.

Adams: Smart play by Delia there, getting her partner out of there.

Simone: Landon looks pissed.

Shaking his head Landon can’t do anything and is forced to make his way out of the ring allowing Jessie Salco to step through the ropes. Ethan quickly rolls out of the ring and Delia gracefully makes her entrance.

Simone: This should be interesting.

Crowd: SALCO, SALCO, SALCO!

As Delia and Jesse make their way to the centre of the ring Delia does her best to keep her distance circling around the young nXt member. Putting her fists up in front of her face Delia decides to come stepping in towards Jessie but Jessie is already waiting as she delivers a stern kick to the midsection of Delia. Jessie doesn’t give Delia any room to breathe as she jumps straight on the attack clubbing her opponents back with her firsts gripped in rage.

Simone: Jessie’s not playing around Jason.

Jessie finally stops beating on Delia’s back and she quickly whips her across the ring, as Delia bounces off the rebound, Jessie is waiting for her with a clothesline but Delia ducks out of the way. Delia uses the opposite ropes for speed as she turns and comes crashing in with a bone crunching spear. Delia tumbles on top of the fallen Jessie and starts to unleash a fury of left and right fists to her face. Jessie is madly trying to cover but Delia locks her legs in on each side of Jessie’s wiggling torso. Looking around into the crowd Delia soaks it all up before she unleashes a round of five left and right slaps to the face of Salco.

Adams: CAT FIGHT!

Jasmine forces Delia to get off of Jessie and the posh bombshell does as she is told reluctantly. As Delia flicks her hair around she gives herself a moment to fix it all back into place before running back into Jessie. Jessie is able to catch Delia’s hands in hers and the new Xtremes member makes her way to her feet, over powering Delia Jessie pushes her into the closet corner and starts a succession of forearm smashes directly to the face of Delia.

Crowd: SMASH HER FACE IN!!!

Delia doubles over in the corner and Jessie doesn’t stop as she now delivers kick after kick after kick tenderizing Delia’s midsection. Leaning down to grab onto Delia’s head, Jessie talks a little trash and Delia responds with a massive jaw dropping slap to the face. Jessie stumbles backwards and Delia pops out of the corner jumping towards Jessie using her black hair to her advantage Delia drags her across the ring before swinging her with a hard hair toss throwdown.

Simone: Well she knows how to do hair, that’s for sure.

Delia looks down at her handy work and smiles and almost with a skip in her step she walks over towards Jessie who is staggering up to her feet. Jessie takes her time, but Delia allows it as she is busy focusing on her nails as the crowd let her know how they feel.

Crowd: GET THE FUCK OUT!!! TAG IN ETHAN!!!

Delia just blows the crowd a kiss before returning her attention down to Jessie. Delia starts to run towards her but Jessie out of nowhere comes back with a spear of her own planting the mean girl on her back. Jessie just gets in a few hard right hooks before standing up, only to come crashing back down with a beautiful standing Moonsault, hooking the leg Jessie goes for the pin.

1...

2...

NO! Delia gets her right shoulder off the canvas. Jessie doesn’t waste any time as she jumps to her feet grabbing Delia she drags her to her feet before bringing her back down with a knee to the midsection. As Delia can be heard screaming in anger at Jessie, the highflyer bounces across the ring and uses the ropes for speed as she comes flying back in slamming her feet into Delia’s face with a low drop kick.

Adams: I think Delia bit off more than she can chew with Jessie.

Landon is shown jumping up and down on the outside supporting his female tag team partner, while Ethan is yelling at Delia to get up. While Delia is spread out on the canvas like a snow angel; Jasmine makes her way over to check on her.

Simone: I think Delia is knocked out cold Jason.

As Jessie Salco walks over towards Delia she has a slight look of concern on her face, ducking down the nXt bombshell tries to see if Delia is still awake but to her surprise Delia grabs her and pulls her down for a small package like pin. Jasmine is forced to make the count while Jessie is struggling.

1...

2...

Jessie almost makes is out but Delia grabs hold of the tights.

3...

Ding, ding, ding.

Delia lets go of Jessie and pushes her away from her, while Landon and Ethan look on in shock.

Justin: Here are your winners, Delia and Ethan!!!!!!

Adams: How did Jasmine not see that?

Simone: It’s VERY rare that Jasmine misses things like that, but I assure you once she sees the replay she will be devastated.

Adams: Poor Ethan, he has to put up with that thing for another week.

Back in the ring Ethan’s unsure about celebrating as Delia just fans him off with a coy wink and a smile. While Landon is comforting Jessie who is livid at Delia. Guns For Hire are groggy after the match, Landon Axel stumbles over to Ethan Brody with his hand extended, Brody hesitant but accepts it as “Salt in the Wound” begins to blast throughout the arena. The lights dim in the arena and the spotlight begins to scan the crowd, Landon stands in the ring looking around the crowd, Ethan Brody doesn’t take his eyes of the stage as he rests his forearms against the top rope. Lucian Frost crawls out from underneath the ring and peers into the ring to see where Landon Axel is, waiting for his moment as Axel turns away, Frost slides underneath the bottom rope with the SCW Tag Team Championship and a black bag in hand. Landon turns around as Lucian lets the bag go and slams the main plate of the belt into Axel’s cranium. The lights come back to normal, the movement in the ring and the thud of Axel hitting the canvas causes Brody to turn around, Brody sees Lucian standing there holding the championship belt, Frost rushes towards Brody who ducks underneath the belt, Lucian spins on the spot to be greeted with a boot into the stomach as Brody hooks the arm. The fans are going wild as Brody lifts Frost up in an Vertical Suplex, Lucian still has the championship belt in his other hand and uses it to his advantage, slamming the belt several times into Brody’s face causing him to drop Frost and stumble back into the ropes. Quickly getting to his feet, Lucian grabs the bag and pulls out what looks like a towel with glass shards glued onto it, Brody holds onto the top rope as he shakes his head vigorously, unaware of the unusual foreign object wrapped around Lucian’s fist. Ethan stumbles back towards Lucian, who hits Brody in the head with a right hand, Brody falls to the canvas as Frost mounts Brody and begins to pummel him with strong right hands that is covered with the towel of glass shards.

Simone: Brody is bleeding badly here

Adams: I hope I don’t get that towel in the showers later

Simone: I know Frost and Dough will have to face Guns for Hire in their rematch but Joshua Acquin stands before them in line.

Adams: Maybe this is a message to all challengers for the Tag Team Championships?

Simone: Jon Dough does his messages with the crowd behind him, what justifies Lucian using his title and this towel with glass, the fans are very mixed here as there is a huge fan base for Guns for Hire!

Lucian stands up leaving Ethan a crimson mess, a puddle of blood appearing underneath his cranium, Landon crawls towards his partner, Frost drops the towel and slides out of the ring to where he climbed out from and lifts the curtain up. He slides out a chair covered in barb-wire and lifts it high in the air for the crowd to see.

Simone: Didn’t Ethan post a picture of that chair several weeks ago, when he wanted to use it against the saviours, do you reckon that’s the same chair?

Adams: Would you like me to get twitter up, find the picture, go over to Lucian and ask him to stand there as I compare the picture to the chair? Jeez, that’s crazy. You’re crazy!

Simone: I have to work with this each and every week.

Adams: Apart from after supershows, you get a week off, but you miss me. I’ll tweet you my thoughts during that week.

Lucian Frost slides into the ring and places the chair onto the canvas, he walks over to Landon and pulls him via his arm over to the chair so Axel is resting chest first on the barb-wire, Lucian rushes over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the top and executes the Ice Falls finisher. Landon screams out in pain as the barb-wire cuts into his chest, rolling off to see that the holes in his chest begin to ooze blood, Frost grabs his own chest as he gets to his feet and signals for the microphone from Justin. The lights dim as the spotlight above the ring shines down onto the Tag Team Champion, he picks up the Tag Team Championship and drapes it over his shoulder, blood spatter clearly visible on his face and on the mask of Lucian’s official t-shirt that he is wearing.

Lucian Frost: Nick Jones, Mark Ward, Despayre, Raynin and Lucian Frost all share one thing in common, they’ve all wrestled at the previous two Blaze of Glory shows and all victorious. With the third annual Blaze of Glory coming up there is only one man who’ll create history. At the first Blaze of Glory I defended my Roulette Championship against Bruce Hart, I was victorious. At the second Blaze of Glory I defended my Tag Team Championships against Max Burke and Trevor Irons, I was victorious with Kain by my side. I stand before you your reigning and defending Tag Team Champion, going into the third annual Blaze of Glory show a Champion, and me and Jon Dough will remain champions!

Crowd: DOUGH! DOUGH! DOUGH! DOUGH!

Lucian Frost: I am sure Joshua Acquin will have his partner, if it is him, or if it is Guns for Hire, or even both teams challenging, it doesn’t matter for himself or Jon. Victory at the greatest iShow known on the professional wrestling stage is vital. Champions need to show why they are on top of that division, Guns didn’t do that at My Bloody Valentine, and ironically they’re both bloody at my hands here tonight.

The crowd boos as a sadistic smile appears on his face

Crowd: GIMP, GIMP, WHEREEVER YOU MAY BE, YOU’VE LOST YOUR MASK AS WE CAN SEE, YOU’LL NEVER CHANGE, YOU WILL FOREVER BE, A FUCKING GIMP THAT WE ALL SEE!

Lucian nods his head at the soccer chant.

Lucian Frost: It’s not often you find a wrestling crowd with intelligence and ingenuity like that, but it doesn’t change the fact that Guns for Hire are bloody, look at Brody here.

Frost stands over Brody, leaning down to look at his bloody face and slaps his cheek, a laugh can be heard in the microphone as Lucian goes for another slap.

Lucian Frost: Argh!

Brody wraps his arms around and locks in Solitary Confinement to the audiences cheers, Lucian frantically wriggles and fights his way out of it, quickly sliding out of the ring with a look of horror on his face. Brody manages to drag himself over to the bottom rope with blood dripping down his face, glaring as best he can with blood dripping into his eyes, Lucian gets handed his Tag Team belt from one of the SCW crew and holds it high with a mixed reaction as he walks up the small aisleway as “The End” begins to blast through the arena.

Simone: Lucian Frost may have bloodied Brody but the British Veteran showed he has plenty of fight and heart left in him.

Adams: Whomever Lucian Frost faces at Blaze of Glory, he’ll be on top of his game, making it sound like it’s his event when he shares such prestige with several others.

Simone: Whatever the case is, we’ve got a Guns For Hire in the semi-finals of the Blast from the Past tournament, let’s not forget that shall we.





SPECIAL CHALLENGE MATCH
"Hot Stuff" Mark Ward vs. Nicolas L. Blair




”Ready Or Not (I’m Coming)” by OOMPH! plays over the public address as the lights dim down a bit. The audience cheers as Spike Staggs comes onto the stage. He wastes little time in making his way down the ramp, seeming to be in a world all of his own. He stands and stares at the ring for a long, extended moment, allowing the fans more time to cheer as he contemplates something. Eventually he dashes forward and slides inside of the ring. He immediately walks over to Justin Decent, retrieving a microphone. He pauses in the center of the ring, breathing in heavily before the music fades out. He slowly raises the microphone to his lips.

Spike: It’s been a while since I’ve been out in this ring… or even at ringside. Normally, I would have come out here and slapped hands with the fans, soaked in the cheers, climbed atop all six turnbuckles to rake in even more cheers. I am a sportsman like that…

Crowd: STAGGS THE MAN! STAGGS THE MAN! STAGGS THE MAN!

Spike pauses, smiling for a moment as he looks around at all of the fans in attendance. He waves them in nonchalantly before turning his attention back to the microphone.

Spike: It is always a joy coming out to perform in front of the adoring audience, but I have to admit something… I didn’t come out here for you guys tonight. I came out here…

”That’s right, ladies and gentlemen… He came out here for me…”

Spike practically freezes in the center of the ring. A cold sweat comes over him as he slowly looks over to the entryway. The deep, yet slightly softened, monotone voice captures the audience almost as much as Spike. Spike comes over to the ropes, doing his bet to put up a front, leaning over the ropes to challenge the person to come to the ring. After a moment of silence, Spike shakes his head, a grin coming over his face as he takes a few steps backward.

Spike: Just as I thought… You’re a coward. You taunt me from behind the keyboard, hacking into my Twitter account, and making threats… on my family! You’re pathetic, and you’re wasting my time. You called me out here to do what, exactly? Make a joke out of me? To get a good laugh at my expense… again?! This bullshit ends, sir… right here, and right FUCKING now!

Spike pulls his leather jacket off, revealing the black NXT muscle tee underneath it. He tosses the jacket to the ground, cracking his wrists as he waits, rather impatiently. After another moment of silence, he begins pacing back and forth, raising the microphone back to his lips as he sputters into it.

Spike: Come on out here, asshole! Just because I haven’t wrestled in active competition in well over a year, that doesn’t mean that I can’t still whip some ass, brother! Now bring it down that ramp, and into this ring, so I can wafflestomp it! Be a man!

Spike tosses the microphone down to the ground, pulling his shirt off next as he paces with even more intensity. He continues to shout out, taunting this mystery person. The lights in the entire arena power down, leaving us in total blackness. After another moment, the lights power back on, showing the rusty steel chair set up behind Spike, unfolded, with crimson red lettering reading “#hacked” on the back. Spike notices it as he continues his pacing, turning around to see it sitting there. His eyes widen, and the lights power down once more. Just a few seconds later, there is a man in a black hooded jacket and black cargo pants, standing behind Spike. The audience shouts out frantically for Spike to turn around. Before he can, the lights flash off once more. Seconds later, when they come back on, the man is seen holding the chair up behind Spike. He cracks the chair across Spike’s back, sending a loud crashing noise echoing throughout the arena. The fans begin booing as Spike falls down to one knee. The man cracks the chair down over Spike’s head once more, dropping him to the ground. The man then wraps the chair around Spike’s knee, wasting little time before stomping away at it like a crazy man. Spike shouts out in pure pain before the man flips his hood back, revealing himself to be a rather unknown face. Chestnut hair that is matted to his forehead, his teeth bared as he finally stops stomping away at Spike. He reaches down and picks up the microphone off of the ground.

Man: You sonuvabitch! YOU ruined my investment! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! And now?!? I’ve ruined yours! I will not stand in the shadows any longer! There is one name that you will all come to know very well, and very soon… Kraven… Moorehead…

The man drops the microphone down to the mat, causing it to sizzle as he watches Spike Staggs writhe on the ground. He picks up the steel chair before he leaps through the ropes, seeming to ignore the boos of the audience. He takes in a deep breath, dragging the chair behind him as he goes, disappearing through the curtains just as the medics rush past him.




We are backstage again and we have discovered the Karina has camped out in one of the halls. She seems to be having trouble focusing on anything and has have a pretzel in her hand. She is singing to herself in Romanian when her friend and time traveler Dea appears. Dea is dressed in a black business suit and a trucker hat. She looks over Karina.

Dea: I see you are nearing rock bottom...I guess it is time for me to get involved.

Karina: Oh yeah? Well where have you been all my life future girlfriend.

Dea shakes her head and helps Karina to her feet. She starts to lead her away.

Karina: This is what you wanted right? You wanted to party girl....you wanted the Party Horde...but now you say I party to hard??

Dea: Not too hard...just not the right way. Its okay I have something to show you. It is all going to work out.

They reach a nondescript blue door. It is taking a lot to drag Karina along but Dea looks determined. She flings open the door and a bright golden light flows from it. A strange wirling noise can be heard and metalic clicking. Dea throws Karina inside and waves to the camera before flinging herself in as well. The light grows brighter so that it is hard to see anything. Then it quickly fades, both Karina and Dea are gone. It appears to be just a maintenance closet.




Simone: It’s time for tonight’s Main Event and what better way to end tonight’s matches than with a Bombshell Title defense?

Adams: Gothika has been defeating all comers since she won the Bombshell Title from Roxi Johnson a few months back but now she faces possibly her biggest challenge to date when she defends the title against multiple time champion and veteran Bombshell Vixen!

Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is your Main Event Scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Bombshell Championship! Introducing the challenger…..

The throbbing beat of Emphatic's 'Bounce' 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: From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, she is NXT’s Vixen!

Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and backflips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade.

Simone: Vixen has held every Bombshell title in the company at least once and tonight she looks to add another Bombshell Title Reign to her list!

Adams: Not if Gothika has anything to say about it!

Justin: And her opponent….

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.

'So soft and as 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.

Justin: From Detroit Michigan, she is the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Champion Gothika!

'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.

Simone: Say what you will about how she won the title but since winning it Gothika has been practically unstoppable!

Adams: We’ll see if Vixen can put a stop to that tonight!

Drew calls the two Bombshells to the center of the ring and starts explaining the rules to them, they nod to confirm that they know the rules before Gothika hands over the SCW Bombshell Title to Drew who raises it high in the air for a few seconds before handing it to a stagehand, however before he can call for a bell Gothika throws a sucker punch at Vixen’s face and she responds by firing off some punches off her own as Drew calls for the bell.

Simone: Neither Bombshell can wait to get this started!

Adams: Good thing too, the fans were getting restless!

Drew tries to restore order to the chaos at hand but is unsuccessful in his attempts as the two Bombshells simply refuse to listen to him, eventually Gothika backs Vixen up against the ring ropes and goes to Clothesline her over the ropes and to the floor, Vixen sees this coming and ducks down backdropping the champion over the ropes and to the floor.

Simone: This is where high flyers like Vixen are dangerous, it doesn’t matter where they attack from or where you are because they will attack you!

Adams: And Gothika realizes it.

Gothika sees Vixen’s attempt at a running suicide dive coming and gets out of the way, however rather than dive through the ropes Vixen does a backflip and goes over to the turnbuckle closest to Gothika’s position, this time by the time Gothika spots Vixen it’s too late as she leaps off the turnbuckle and hits her with a Shooting Star Press to the outside!

Simone: But not even her ring awareness could save her!

Adams: Gothika could be in real danger of losing her title!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Vixen quickly rolls Gothika back into the ring before Drew can even reach a four count, follows her in and goes for the first cover of the match 1…..2…..kick out by Gothika!

Simone: Too early for Gothika to be defeated that easily!

Adams: Even so it forces her to expend energy by kicking out!

Vixen realizes that it’s too early for any pinfall attempts to work on Gothika and brings her to her feet, she sets up the champion for the “Fall from Grace” but Gothika fights out and hits her with a vicious looking lariat!

Simone: Did you see that Lariat!

Adams: I felt that Lariat!

Gothika goes for a cover 1….2….kickout by Vixen! Gothika gives Drew a dirty look but he maintains that his count was fare so she tries for another cover 1…..2…..and Vixen kicks out again! Gothika gets in Drew’s face this time but it’s clear that he won’t listen to anything that she has to say, before Gothika can say anything else she is surprised by a schoolboy roll-up by Vixen 1….2…..and Gothika kicks out at two.

Simone: Vixen and Gothika are now at one pin-fall attempt a piece.

Adams: But as evidenced by the time that Gothika defended her title in a four way dance featuring Roxi Johnson, Necra Octavian Kane and Amy Marshall it takes just one pin-fall to end a match!

Gothika punches the matt in frustration before turning her fists on Vixen’s face, Drew is quick on the job applying a four count to Gothika before she backs up and brings a slightly bloody Vixen back to her feet, Gothika tries for another lariat but Vixen ducks it, grabs her arm, hammerlocks it and drops her down with a DDT!

Simone: Great counter by Vixen!

Adams: She’s going for a cover!

1….2….and Gothika kicks out just in the nick of time! Vixen shakes her head in disappointment before dragging Gothika over to the nearest turnbuckle and climbing up it.

Simone: This worked for Vixen earlier.

Adams: But she wasn’t bloody back then!

Vixen climbs up to the top rope and tries for another Shooting Star Press however it’s clear that Gothika was anticipating it this time as she is able to get her knees up in time and Vixen doubles over from the pain!

Simone: Vixen may have just cost herself the title!

Adams: Gothika’s going for Pure Domination!

Simone: She misses!

Gothika tries to regain her balance from her failed finisher attempt but Vixen is able to hit her with a reverse DDT and follow it up with her submission finisher!

Simone: Foxxy Dreams! Vixen has it locked in!

Adams: Can Gothika reach the ropes?!

Gothika tries desperately to reach the ropes but it’s clear that Vixen has it locked in tight, eventually Gothika has no choice but to tap!

Justin: Here’s your winner by submission AND NEW SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPION VIXEN!

Simone: She did it! Gothika’s title reign is finally over!

Adams: The other Bombshells had better watch out if they want a chance at her title!

Vixen celebrates with her title whilst Drew checks on Gothika.

Simone: We have brand new champions as we lead in to Blaze Of Glory III, but we're out of time for now, we'll see you next week on Climax Control!




Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Sam, Court, Aleksei, The Lord MK, Derek, Deavon Justice, Sean Jackson, Casey, Wong, Necra, Vixen, Lucian Frost, Simon Jones, Michael Hardy. Also to Vixen again for the great match banners and to you all for making SCW a success!