The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Matadome in Northridge, California . The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight then 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;
Crowd: "SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at all of the fans filling the rows of seats around the gymnasium 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 Matadome right here in Northridge, 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 cheers as Amanda, clad in a business dress, walks out, flanked by five people surrounding her in a tight knit formation. As one moves, it jumbled Amanda side into another. She appears quite rattled as the music begins and the opening performance kicks things off!
Amanda: Riding in the bus down the boulevard
Another one rides the bus
There's a suitcase poking me in the ribs
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus ow
The window doesn't open and the fan is broke
Another one rides the bus
And the place was pretty packed (Yeah!)
Couldn't find a seat so I had to stand
With the perverts in the back
It was smelling like a locker room
There was junk all over the floor
We're already packed in like sardines
But we're stopping to pick up more, look out
Another one rides the bus
Another comes on and another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey, who's gonna sit by you
Another one rides the bus
There's an elbow in my ear
There's a smelly old bum standing next to me
Hasn't showered in a year
I think I'm missing a contact lens
I think my wallet's gone
And I think this bus is stopping again
To let a couple more freaks get on look out
Another one rides the bus
Another comes on and another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey, who's gonna sit by you
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus hey hey
Another one rides the bus hey-ey-ey-ey ey ey eyyyyyy
And my face is turning blue (Yeah)
I haven't been in a crowd like this
Since I went to see the Who
Well I should've got off a couple miles ago
But I couldn't get to the door
There isn't any room for me to breathe
And now we're gonna pick up more yeaaah
Another one rides the bus
Another comes on and another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey, who's gonna sit by you
Another one rides the bus
The song ends with Amanda hitting the end note and sweeping her arms out, knocking the people crowding her aside like bowling pins while the fans cheer and applaud.
Simone: Hello everyone and welcome to this week’s edition of ‘Climax Control’ as we are just two weeks away from Blaze of Glory III! I’m Belinda Simone...
Adams: And I’m collaborating with someone this week, so I feel like a real commentator! But you can call me Jason The Collaborator…. or just Jason Adams.
Simone: I think we’re better off with Jason Adams. It beats the last nickname you gave yourself.
Adams: What was wrong with Long Slong Silver?
Simone: Nothing but you weren’t able to go anywhere without Synn following you, asking you to prove it.
Adams: I might have done if he didn’t dress up as a parrot and offered to sit on something….. aaaaaaaannnnnyways!
Simone: Yes, let’s just ignore that uncomfortable revelation and get to tonight’s show as we have the final four teams going into the Blast From the Past tournament to see who will move on to the finals.
Adams: It would have been uncomfortable too. The one who smells like hot dogs is right. We have Team Bong up against Team Brandon and Odette Ryder and Steve Ramone, let’s call them Team Odeve, again Ethan Brody and Delia, ummmm ugh Team, Ummmm Ethia!
Simone: I’d like to remind you Jason that my foot is in the perfect position to boost you to singing Soprano in less than a second if I hear another ‘hot dog’ remark out of you.
Adams: What you call perfect, I call ouchie.
Simone: And you will if I connect.
Adams: My eyes are watering at the thought.
Simone: Opening tonight’s show will be the Honorable Warrior Andrew Garcia taking on Mephisto, a man we’ve seen very little of since he showed up.
Adams: Maybe Mephisho is in Memphis…. I’m here all week folks
Simone: You’ll have to excuse him everyone. He keeps forgetting to wash the fruit off before he eats it.
Adams: I can’t help it, I’m excited because I’m actually collabing this week!
Simone: You get excited with Ziploc bags. We also have Michael Hardy in a last ditch effort to earn his title shot against Brother Grimm, Jason’s personal boogey man.
Adams: AHHHHHHHHHHH GRIMM! Wait, he’s not out here yet, is he?
Simone: LOOK OUT! HE’S UNDER YOUR CHAIR!
Adams: WHERE?!?! WHERE?!?! Wait, no he’s not! I just peed my pants for nothing!
Simone: Not for nothing. For entertainment value, Jason.
Adams: Well you’re not the one who has to sit with their feet in a puddle all night. Not entertaining for me
Simone: Like it’s any different from your nights out drinking.
Adams: You raise a valid and unbeatable point.
Simone: And according to Synn, you do as well every time you perform jumping jacks. We also have a much changed Frost taking on Max Burke.
Adams: I like Frost but since he lost the mask, he’s become Mr Attitude…. maybe he should change his name to Lucian Frost Attitude and we can call him LFA, and not have to write his full name. Think of the time it could save!
Simone: We could have saved a lot of time if someone would have cut your mic … or at the very least, jammed your keyboard. And in the Main Event, Jason’s favorite match, four Bombshells in the ring in tag team action!
Adams: YES! YES! YES! I could pee myself with excitement, but I don’t have to go anymore.
Simone: I’ll find a vendor that’s selling drinks and we’ll take care of that.
Adams: Sixteen Coca Cola’s and one Sprite over here Mr Vendor! Do you want anything?
Simone: A bucket would be nice so my feet don’t get messy.
Adams: And one bucket Mr Vendor!
Simone: It’s Amy Marshall and Karina Koji, two women fighting on another to be the next challenger for the Roulette title, forced to work together as they take on the Roulette Champion Necra Octavian Kane and the new Bombshell Champion, Vixen!
Adams: In two weeks, Vixen will take on Necra, with both titles on the line. The other team don’t like each other much, in fact they like each other as much as cats like dogs, and the Wicked Witch Of The West likes a shower.
Simone: Perhaps but neither team wants to go into Blaze of Glory III with a loss on their records. And the one thing making headlines tonight; the contract signing between Hot Stuff Mark Ward and the uncaged Nicolas L. Blair.
Adams: These two men haven’t been in the same ring as each other in more years than I can count, which means more than seven. Only God knows what’s gonna happen tonight. The ring might collapse, a witch doctor might appear, maybe even Belinda will get in the ring and dance the funky chicken! Anything could happen!
Simone: Maybe Jason will tongue kiss Jamie Dean while we’re at it. Can we get on with the show now?
Adams: Yeah! Let’s get on with it, as long as someone keeps Jamie Dean away from me….. GO GO GO!
Justin: And now for the first match oftonight… introducing first… residing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 233 pounds… Daaaanteeee Meeeephhiiiisssstoooo.
The Lights throughout the entire Sin City Wrestling 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.
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 (Viva la Randy Orton)and poses for a few seconds as he awaits for his opponent to come on out from behind the black curtains.
Justin: and his opponent from Oakland California… weighing it at 245 pounds… being accompanied by Casey Williams… Annnndreeeew Garrrrcciiiia.
The opening rift to Busta Rhyme and O
y 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 boo as the lyrics kick in. "Just make sure them, them drums is smackin’..
This, means, WAR!!"
Andrew appears at the top of the ramp, with his manager, Casey Williams behind him, the duo 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 with Casey following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope. Andrew raises his arms as the fans boo louder
As Andrew and Mephisto stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring, Jacob Summers wastes very little time in calling for the bell.
Ding, ding, ding.
Andrew is quick to lock up with Mephisto and the two power houses struggle to gain the upper hand on each other. Mephisto tries to be sneaky while trying to lock Andrew in a side headlock but Andrew counters with a massive closed fist to his face. Mephisto stumbles backwards but Andrew catches his right arm and drags him into him for an almighty clothesline.
Adams: Did you see that Simone? Mephisto just bent in half like a banana.
Simone: Yes I did see it Jason, I am sitting right beside you.
Adams: Well someone’s got attitude tonight.
Andrew quickly pulls Mephisto and himself up to his feet linking his arms with Mephisto’s he drops his opponent down on his back with a power bomb. Andrew quickly dives down and makes a cover, while Jacob makes the count.
1…2…
No! Mephisto gets the shoulder up just in the nick of time and that makes Andrew livid. Pulling Mephisto back to his feet Andrew looks to set him up for another high impact move but Mephisto side steps it and brings Andrew down to the canvas with a Russian leg sweep. Andrew’s hands come up and cover his face as Mephisto starts to attack the giant with left and right kicks.
Adams: Mephisto’s on the attack…
Simone: Well he’s going to have to think of something to keep Andrew down.
Mephisto runs towards the ropes and uses them as a slingshot before crashing back down onto Andrew with an elbow drop. Andrew crumbles up into a heap and Mephisto goes for the pin.
1…2…
NO! Andrew is able to get his shoulders off the canvas and in turn the giant lifts Mephisto up off of him.
Adams: Whoa, Andrew’s like the hulk but orange!
Andrew makes it up to his feet and circles Mephisto and the two lock up once again, this time Andrew doesn’t waste any time in capitalising and hooking one of Mephisto’s leg for a split leg overpass slam. Mephisto goes down hard on his right leg and Andrew can sense that he has caused some damage.
Simone: Like a shark that senses blood in the water.
Andrew turns his attention to the injured leg of Mephisto, by nailing it with swift kicks before running at it and driving towards him taking Mephisto off his legs with a low shoulder barge. Andrew rolls Mephisto up like a rice paper roll and goes for the pin.
1…2…2… and a half…
Mephisto is able to get his foot up on the bottom rope and Jacob’s forced to stop the count.
Adams: How did he manage that?
Simone: I’m not quite sure but I think Andrew’s about to destroy Jacob
Adams: Orange Hulk is angry!
Andrew gets up to his feet and he is right in Jacob’s face screaming at him, asking him why it took him so long to count to three? While Andrew is fighting with the referee he is giving Mephisto valuable recovery time. Mephisto stirs behind Andrew and drags himself over towards him, getting up to his feet slowly Mephisto takes advantage of the distracted Andrew bringing him down with a violent back breaker. Mephisto quickly rolls onto of Andrew and goes for the pinfall.
1…2…
NOPE! Andrew powers out and leaps up to his feet Mephisto is up as well and the two run straight for each other but out of nowhere Andrew is able to level Mephisto with the “bust a cap” – double knee face buster.
Adams: BUST A CAP!!!
Andrew rolls on to Mephisto and hooks the leg.
1…2…3…
Ding, ding, ding.
Justin: Here is your winner….. Andrew Garcia.
While Andrew gets his hand raised in victory, the crowd burst out in a chorus of boos
Backstage, we find Max and Ruby in catering, enjoying a quick lunch earlier in the evening. Suddenly, Max's phone begins to vibrate and Megapath's Duke Nukem theme starts playing. Burke smiles at Ruby, and quickly answers.
Burke: Yo. How's it goin' man?
Max's Mercenary: I don't know man. Depends on you? I am tired of just training.
Burke: It's almost time. Visa issues cleared up?
Max's Mercenary: Yeah. I had to lay low back home for a while but I'm ready to come back.
Burke: Excellent. You're the ticking time bomb that no one sees comin'. I'm booking you a flight right now, and I'll let Mark know you're good to go.
Max's Mercenary: Yeah, cool... cool, but listen Max you're right about me being a force of destruction. Once I get involved, I won't stop until the job is done. You sure you're OK with the fallout?
Burke: You saw what I did to Orchid. My whole end goal IS the fallout. It's a reign of terror my friend. Total domination... by any means necessary. I don't give a shit what when anybody says or thinks about what we are doing. This is about us.
Max's Mercenary: That is what I wanted to hear bro. Just had to make sure. Book the flight man but keep this quiet. I don't want them to see me coming...
Burke: Done. I'll fire you a confirmation email later to your phone. Mark's the only one that knows you're coming besides us. This foolishness is going to end. The belts, the main events, and the money that comes with it is ours. I'll see you in a couple of weeks.
Max's Mercenary: OK... I am glad to see you stepped up, and did what you needed to do to dominate. You can have the belts and money. I don't need that shit anymore. You just line them up so I can tear them down.
Burke: With pleasure. See you soon.
Burke ends the call, and pockets his phone quickly.
Burke: We need to have a chat with Mark. All done?
Ruby: Sure. Let's go.
Pussy Willow: “Hello wrestling fans, I am Pussy Willow and I am standing here getting set to interview one of SCW’s hottest young stars Gene Banton Junior!”
While she stands in the section roped off for on camera interviews Gene emerges through the curtains leading to the backstage area followed by a pair of crew members carrying a large, horizontal object covered by a purple drape. Bearing his trademark smirk he approaches the interviewer and takes station directly in front of her and watches as the crew members set the six foot high object down behind him.
Pussy Willow: “Gene Banton welcome, but I have to ask the obvious question first, what is this thing?”
Geno: “That is obviously not the obvious question as you most obviously have other things on your mind”.
He reaches for the microphone in her hand and despite the woman’s initial unwillingness to relinquish it manages to take it from her.
Geno: “The problem with reporters is something my pops taught me long ago and it’s a lesson well learned. Reporters, especially babes, are best seen and not heard. Not only do you all have the same agenda; trying to sell ad space in magazines, newspapers, on TV or the internet, but you’re also all biased and work to promote the interests of your bosses. Fox News is a shining example of this, and with that in mind I have decided that the best way to give the fans something they so desperately deserve, an unbiased, no holds barred talk with the biggest star in wrestling. Therefor I have decided that the best way to do this would be to interview myself”.
Pussy Willow looks on in astonishment as Gene twirls his index finger indicating for her to turn around and face the fans. Grudgingly she obliges as Gene gawks at her derriere.
Geno: “Man, I’ll bet that ass makes for some very happy seat cushions! This illustrates another thing my pops taught me; that women are better heard coming and seen going! You know, for an old geezer he still seems pretty smart. Anyway, let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”
Without further ado, Gene yanks the royal cloak from the object behind him to reveal a full sized body length mirror. He looks on at his smirking reflection.
Geno: “Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr., you have taken the SCW by storm with a several dominating performances in as many weeks, but the talk on everybody’s lips is the reaction of the various women you have encountered in recent weeks, from Brandi Shotze to Amy Marshal. Both appear to have nothing but disdain and vitriol for you. How do you see it?
Geno B: “That’s a very good question there Geno and here is how I see it; have you ever noticed how women tend to behave towards someone that they’re afraid to fall for? They try to erect.., heh, erect, a wall of friction between themselves and the object of their emotions. It’s a buffer, outside they are saying ‘I don’t like you, keep away from me’, and inside they’re feeling themselves up while desperately trying to convince themselves that they are not going to fall in love. Sadly for them they make better cooks than carpenters because their wall sucks and they always fall in love, even when the dude isn’t even trying! Make no mistake about it, Brandi and Amy both have the major hots for me and I can’t say that I blame them. Hey, I love me too”.
Geno: “Gene, in your first match back as a pro, you defeated the 1,732,846 time champion Jordan Williams. You then followed that up by utterly demolishing the previously undefeated Timmy the terrible, setting a world record in the process by military pressing the 4,917 pound juggernaut a mind boggling 31 times and then follow up your world record by decimating the new SCW champion Simon Jones in truly spectacular fashion. It seems as though everywhere you go both records and women fall. What’s next on your agenda?”
Geno B: “I wouldn’t mind getting laid”.
Geno: “Do you have any designs on the SCW heavyweight championship or perhaps chasing after additional world records?”
Geno B: “The SCW title belt is nothing but a prop for people with self-esteem issues, something they can point to and say, ‘Hey look at what I did’. I don’t need a gold belt to tell everybody how good I am, I have a mouth that does it a lot better”.
Gene pauses to snicker at the unintended pun.
Geno B: “As for chasing world records, I don’t see any reason for that. I have already proven myself to be the strongest man in the world. Hey, let’s see Mark Henry gorilla press a half ton Timmy the Terrible 31 times! No, instead I may spend some time involved with more intellectual pursuits”.
Geno: “Like Chess..?”
Geno B: “Chess is for Europeans. I was thinking more along the lines of sex with Amy and Brandi”.
Geno B: “How is that an intellectual pursuit?”
Geno: “Once in high school I took a word association test. The head shrinker would give me a word and I’d reply with the first thing that popped into my mind. He looks at me and says, ‘snow storm’, and I replied, ‘sex’. He then asks me, ‘How does a snow storm put you in a mind for sex?’ So I tell him ‘everything does”.
Geno B: “One final question, how do you want to be remembered after your career has reached its climax?”
Geno: “That’s a hard one..,”
He pauses to allow his words to further sink in.
Geno: “I think that since I am already regarded as the world’s greatest wrestler and officially recognized by the Geneiss book of world records as the strongest man in history, not to mention being the smartest, as Jordan Williams will attest I would like to become the first man in history to father children without owing alimony or child support. Geno, the pleasure has been all theirs”.
He drops the microphone to the floor and passes by Pussy Willow pausing to apply a brief smack to her behind before disappearing into the backstage area.
Pussy Willow: “So instead he opts for a sexual harassment lawsuit”.
Scene opens backstage where we find Mercedes in casual clothes as she isn't dressed to compete tonight. She's wearing a t-shirt which reads "2x Bombshell Roulette Champion" on it. We also see the word "Stupid" is written in black marker across her forehead.
Mercedes Vargas: So, it's been three weeks now since Climax Control 75 and Necra Octavian Kane making history that night and you know something, it couldn't have happened to a nicer person. Last week, though, kind of weird. We've got twerking contests, Gabriel apparently has mind control and a World of Warcraft reject can see dead people. Make of that what you will. Yeah, that was directed at you, Necra. Good eye. So, uh, you're a three-time Roulette Champion now?
Mercedes looks over at the title over her shoulder.
Mercedes Vargas: Well, I, too, like to live dangerously.
She cups a hand over her ear.
Mercedes Vargas: What's that you say? You've won the Roulette Championship twice? Been there, done that, and I'm wearing the t-shirt. And, let's not forget, I was the second Bombshell to accomplish that. Wait, hold on, hold on, this just in. You're a former tag team champion, too? Betcha by golly wow, I am the current Bombshell Tag Team Champion. Do you see a pattern? Do you see a theme here, Necra? Do you? You want to talk about how I'm running my mouth? Hey, at least I have perfect aim. You, on the other hand, are a scattershot.
She pauses.
Mercedes Vargas: You sure know how to pick your battles, don't you? You continue to call out Gothika when she has nothing more to do with you and nothing more to prove to you. You thought her reign was all but over, you thought she was just hanging on by a thread, but look who had egg all over their face at the end of My Bloody Valentine. Despite the setback, despite the overwhelming odds, she beat three people in one night, including you, and STILL walked out of Star of the Desert Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada with the Bombshell Championship. Well, after last show, I guess now that she no longer has the title, that ends your fascination with her, doesn't it? Why, of course it does. I must have stupid written on my forehead, right, Necra?
Mercedes pauses, picking up a hand mirror and holding it in front of her face. She mocks surprise as she looks up at the camera.
Mercedes Vargas: I guess so. (shrugs) We all know that now that Vixen has the title, it's easy pickens for you next Sunday. But let's pretend for a moment had Gothika retained, do you really think you stood any kind of chance against her?
Mercedes suddenly breaks down crying.
Mercedes Vargas: Leave Gothika alone! You already pinned her once – in a tag team match that I was there for. Isn't that enough?!? She doesn't owe you a DAMN thing, challenge or otherwise.
A stagehand enters the shot and Mercedes is handed tissues from a box of Kleenex. She thanks him wordlessly as she dabs at her eyes before she regains her composure, bring up the microphone to her lips again.
Mercedes Vargas: You've got a lot more on your plate then you realize. Remember when I said you were going to be a very busy Bombshell two weeks ago? Kind of applies to tonight. You have to team with Vixen – you know, the new Bombshell Champion, the only triple crown winner in the division, the final ACW Women's Champion and your opponent at the pay-per-view – against Amy and Karina, who both want their shot at your title. Looks like you've found yourself in quite the dilemma, haven't you, Necra?
She glances around and gives a shrug.
Mercedes Vargas: And if that isn't enough, I heard what you said last week, throwing down the gauntlet to me and Amy Marshall, but isn't it funny how things can change at a moment's notice? I mean, come Blaze of Glory III, it looks like we'll both be busy next Sunday night. Like I said before, while you will be putting up your Bombshell Roulette Championship against Vixen's Bombshell Championship in a title for title match, I have to defend the Bombshell Tag Team Championship along with Traci Patterson against The Freakettes.
Despite her better judgement, Mercedes chuckles at this bit of news. If anything, this was going to be one match she was looking forward to.
Mercedes Vargas: Now, I'm not too sure who these girls are, but one week from tonight, we'll know more than enough to know that they will be taking the walk of shame back to wherever hole in the ground they came from. And unlike you and Amy Marshall did when you carried these titles into Blaze of Glory II last year, Traci and I will be walking out still the tag team champions. But as for your challenge there, Necra, I will have to respectfully decline. Because after next Sunday, after Blaze of Glory III...
She pauses for emphasis.
Mercedes Vargas:...I'll still be wearing gold around my waist. Oh, and as for tonight...
Her tone is marinated in sarcasm mocking Necra's voice.
Mercedes Vargas: Good luck...you're going to need it.
Justin: Our next match is scheduled for one fall and will be contested under Roulette Rules. Earlier the wheel was spun and it was decided that tonight's match will be a Kings Castle Match. Under these rules the first fighter to stand in the center of the ring alone for a ten count wins.
Adams: We still have this match on the roulette wheel? I swear they are making things up.
Simone: Well it is a big wheel, but I think the match was put back on recently.
Adams: Like around the time one of our writers came back…
Simone: What?
Adams:.....nothing.
Justin: Our first opponent is from St Louis Missouri and weighs 235 pounds.
The lights went black, completely black in the stadium ready for this three way dance. The fans as quite as they heard the air move around them and people with their nosebleeds. The lighting began to change as the song began to play showing a video so similar to his career…His theme song begins to play."Mayday, mayday this ship is slowly sinking. They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling. They're all around me circling like vultures. They wanna break me and wash away my colors... wash away my colors!" Just as the final line finished, the song would burst in loudly with guitar and drums coming into one and as they did so, the smoke would circle the stage as the lights hit. Michael would come rushing out from behind the black curtain for the fans to see him and they went ballistic as their favorite enigma was ready to do battle. The new theme would define him and hopefully help the creatures understand he was here for them. After coming out from the back, Michael would immediately stare down the ring from the top of the ramp, he could exactly make eye contact with ring as the announcer announced "Introducing from St. Louis, Missouri!!!! He is The Enigma... MICHAEL! HARDYYYYYY!"
His eyes would wander through the building, spotting the multiple multi-colored signs made in support of Michael Hardy and the career he had. How he saw the Creatures and they were hoping he could pull out the victory here tonight. As Michael continued to make his way to the end of the entrance ramp, he would stop as the ramp formed into the floor around the ring and the Creatures and their chants lead him to the entrance floor. With his head dropped to his chest, he would slowly raise it so that he would be looking directly at his Rival Cm Punk, ready to fight for everyone and everything who believed in him. Michael would then slowly turn his attention to the steel steps still taking in the fans approval or disapproval whichever the case was. Walking across half of the apron, Michael would step in between the top and middle rope to get inside the ring. Once in the ring, he would quickly turn to his right and walk down the ropes to the bottom right turnbuckle. Using his hands to pull himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, Michael would bring his body up to a full standing position and throw his arms out to his side and stare out into the crowd. This same sequence would occur for all the turnbuckles. Waiting for his music to die down and the Creatures began to chant, "HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!”
Justin: And his opponent from London England, and weighing in at 190 pounds. MICKEY CARROLL!!
The opening of "Drunken Lullabies" by Flogging Molly plays as Mickey pushes through the curtains. He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and drops it on the ground, quickly putting it out. He looks from side to side, nodding his head at the cheers before pointing out into the audience, starting an "Oi! Oi! Oi!" chant. He dashes straight down the ramp where he leaps up and onto the ring apron. He paces back and forth, stomping along to the beat of the music before climbing inside. He looks up at the ceiling and then signals the trinity, kissing his fingers and then pointing up.
Mickey looks at Michael Hardy and walks over to him. Both men stand in the center of the ring, where they must stand alone to win. Mickey grins at his opponent and the bell rings.
Simone: And this match is under way!
At first the two men just stand there but then Carroll shoves Hardy pushing him out of the center of the ring. The crowd cheers him on like school kids trying to get a fight started. Hardy shoves him back and Mickey throws the first punch. The two fighters start exchanging blows, than Hardy tries to grab but Carroll is ready with a stiff forearm smash that sends him sprawling back.
Simone: Neither of these guys want to give up any ground.
Mickey charges at Hardy trying for a spear but Hardy leaps over Carroll spinning around to give chase after him. Carroll rebounds off the robes but Hardy hits him hard with a drop kick that gets Carroll on the ropes. Hardy tries to push him over the ropes but Carrol starts punching low to get Hardy off of him.
Adams: It is going to take a lot more to get Mickey out of the ring.
Simone: That is very true, Carroll does not give an inch without a fight.
Hardy grabs Carroll for a quick snap suplex, but both men are up quick. Hardy tries for a super kick but Carroll ducks under, grabbing Hardy for his own belly to belly suplex. Both men are up again with great speed as the crowd tries to rally behind Hardy. Mickey starts throwing punches to drive Hardy back. Carroll hits a big back hand chop, following that up with a big headbutt that gets Hardy on the ropes.
Adams: The fans may be behind Hardy but Carroll could care less.
Simone: Both men have a lot to prove but you have to think Hardy has more to loose here.
Mickey hits Hardy with a big clothesline that knocks Hardy over the ropes. Carroll has the ring to himself. He looks at the center of the ring and thinks better of it. He climbs over the ropes and waits for Hardy to start to get up. He then hits him with a knee drop. He gets up quick, kicking him a few time before dashing into the ring.
Simone: And Carroll is the first to try to take the center of the ring.
Adams: You should call it the kings castle, it is more majestic. Referee is counting.
1….
2…
3…
Michael Hardy is getting up and starting to pull himself back into the ring. Carroll rushes over him stomping on Hardy as he tries to get to his feet. Then he pulls him to his feet and into a German Suplex.
Simone: It looks like either man is going have to break the other one hard to get there time in the center of the ring.
Carroll stomps on Hardy again as the crowd starts to jeer him. They start chanting Mickey causing Carroll to try to flip everyone off. Carroll then pulls Hardy up and tries to run him out of the ring but Hardy tosses an elbow back. He then runs to the ropes and springboards back into Carroll with a flying knee strike.
Adams: Oh yeah that is the kind of stuff the fans wanted to see.
Simone: And it looks like he is going to give them more. He is climbing the turnbuckle right now.
Michael Hardy up on the turnbuckle as Mickey starts to get up. Hardy trying for a big frog splash but Carroll suddenly stands hitting Hardy with a european uppercut. The crowd is on their feet chanting “holy shit”
Adams: What a huge move! Carroll is back in control.
Carroll slips out of the ring, grabbing the stunned Hardy by the legs and dragging him out of the ring. He then rolls back in and goes for the center of the ring. The referee starts the count.
1….
2….
A Hardy chant is starting.
3….
4….
Michael Hardy is starting to get to his feet.
5….
6….
Hardy is pulling himself into the ring as the chant gets louder.
7…
8….
Hardy charges right into the center breaking the count but Mickey is ready for him catching him in an exploder suplex. He drops down on top of Hardy throwing punches.
Adams: Mickey looks pissed, I think he thought he had that one.
Simone: Like I said Hardy has a whole lot to loose.
Mickey gets Hardy up and whips him into the nearest turnbuckle. Carroll charges at him throwing a big elbow his way before stepping back and driving his shoulder into him. He then pulls him from the corner points to the outside of the ring and tries to whip him into the ropes, but Hardy reverses. On the rebound he hits Mickey Carroll with a superkick that knocks him out of the ring.
Simone: I am not sure where that came from but it was amazing.
Carroll is up quick but obviously looks confused as he looks around. Hardy is taking a few steps back and charging for the ropes.
Adams: I think Carroll got his bell rung.
Simone: Well he is about to have in rung again, Hardy with a suicide dive.
Both men now on the floor, both look very winded at the moment. Hardy is the first to get up but is slow. Hardy is climbing up on the edge of the ring and charging towards Carroll who sees it coming, he catches Hardy and slams him down hard.
Simone: It is almost hard to remember that Hardy is the bigger man here, Carroll just throws around so much power.
Mickey is up first and pulls hard up long enough to fling him over the barrier. He smiles at the fans that are booing him and gives them a little bow. He then makes his way to the ring.
Adams: Mickey is hoping that the barrier creates enough distance…
Simone: Well Michael Hardy is already getting to his feet...he is not giving up.
As the crowd goes wild Hardy jumps onto the barricade and leaps to the ring right where Carroll is. Carroll curses and stumbles back down to the outside as Hardy leaps back in. He then turns in time to catch Mickey in a guitione as he scrambles back into the ring.
Adams: I am not sure anything will keep Hardy from getting his shot at the Roulette title.
Hardy now swiftly assended the top turnbuckle as the fans scream his name. He is up with the Naked Truth and hits it on Mickey who is sprawled out on the outside. Both men down at first.
Simone: If Hardy can recover from that dive, this match is his.
Hardy uses the ring to help him get up to his feet. He climbs back in and crawls to the center of the ring exhausted. The count begins.
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2....
3....
Adams: Mickey is trying to get to his feet but its slow going.
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5...
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Carroll is up
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8...
Simone: Carroll is climbing up and pushing through the ropes.
9...
Carroll stumbles through the ropes and charges forward.
10.....
Carroll hits Hardy with a huge spear.
Adams: Wait what just happened!
Simone: The referee is calling for the bell. Mickey Carroll did not make it in time and Hardy has won this match!
Carroll is screaming at the referee as the fans eat it up. Michael Hardy has a smile on his face.
Backstage, Max and Ruby enter the office of "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. When they enter, Mark stands up from behind his desk and greets his associates.
HS: Max. Ruby, how are you my dear?
Mark shakes Max's hand, and takes Ruby hand giving it a quick peck.
Burke: Mark. His visa's cleared boss. He's ready to go.
HS: Excellent. I'll book his flight.
Burke: I already did.
HS: Perfect. Send a copy of the receipt to the office, and I'll reimburse you straight away.
Burke: Will do. He's like a caged animal. He's chomping at the bit right now.
HS: He's a beast. I've been a fan for a very long time. He's an excellent addition.
Burke: He is. This will be fun when I unleash the beast.
HS: It will indeed. Ready to go later?
Burke: Always. Garcia stepped it up tonight too.
HS: He did. He was a machine out there.
Burke: Looks like my pep talk at the gym lit a fire just like I planned.
HS: He was very intelligent out there. He fought smart. I think we are getting through to him.
Burke: I do too. He's got a ton of upside.
HS: He does. Listen, you need to go get ready. Good luck tonight my friend.
Burke: Thanks boss. Things are coming together. I'll talk to you later.
Max and Ruby leave Mark to his work. Hot Stuff Mark Ward looks over some papers on his desk.
HS: They haven't been showing up lately. Turn up to wrestle, don't bother putting in the time.
Hot Stuff lifts a few pieces of paper and rips them up, crumbles them into a wadded ball and throws them behind his head.
HS: Aaaaaaaaaaaand gone.
Hot Stuff picks up another piece of paper, looking at it but the lights drop out of room.
HS: What the...
A red spotlight hits HS in the face and smoke starts to fill the room.
HS: ... the fuck!
Hot Stuff starts to cough, waving away the smoke in the room. He stands up, pushing papers all over the desk trying to push towards the door, knocking things off the desk. He pushes his hands across the wall, desperately searching for the door. He finds the door, and pulls on it, but the door does not open.
HS: Shit!
He pulls even harder, coughing as the smoke begins to get inhaled and fill his lungs. The door does not budge and he starts pounding on it.
HS: Let ... *cough cough!* Let me OUT! *coughs*
Mark drives his shoulder hard into the door, then a second time and almost smoothly, the door simply opens with Hot Stuff moving quickly outside the door. He coughs loudly as he moves away from the smoke.
HS: What the hell was that!?
He coughs again, his eys watering and clearing thee smoke from his lungs.
HS: Fuck, I need some air.
Hot Stuff moves away from the door and out of sight. A few seconds later, Nicolas L Blair walks out of the room, puffing deeply on a cigarette. Cheers are heard in the arena as the camera cuts elsewhere.
The Matthew Kennedy News logo flashes on screen as “Above All” by Newsted plays in the background before cutting to Matthew’s newsroom, with him as usual is Marty and tonight’s guest gets a loud response from the crowd as it’s “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone.
MK: Welcome to Matthew Kennedy News, I’m Matthew Kennedy.
MM: And I’m Marty McFarge!
MK: In tonight’s top story: Max Burke’s days are numbered says Five Elders member.
Steve: Which one?
MM: We don’t know it was a message passed by Master Lilly.
MK: Tonight’s guest is one half of the favorites to win the Blast from the Past Tournament “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone, Steve how are you?
Steve: I’d feel better if I didn’t have to worry about my family.
MM: Err yeah is this a bad time to mention that most of our questions have to do with Gabriel?
Steve: No because I expected that.
MK: Before we get into that let’s get two things out of the way, we originally scheduled Joanne Canelli for this slot but with the recent incapacitation of Orchid of the FoShan Bombshells and Joanne and Emma losing the Tag Titles to Mercedes Vargas And Traci Patterson we felt that it was best to delay it rather than scrap the majority of our questions, now onto our questions for you Steve.
MM: First question, is Odette ready to date yet?
Steve: I don’t know and even if she was you’d stand as much of a chance as Justin Bieber being taken seriously as a musician.
MK: I’d get some ice for that burn if I were you Marty, anyway Steve, any final words for your opponents tonight?
Steve: Ethan and Delia have done well to make it this far in the tournament but they won’t get pass us, we are going straight to the Blast from the Past Finals and we will win the whole thing!
MK: Now Steve, I understand this is a touchy subject but how is your family?
Steve: They are safe and sound in a location that I refuse to divulge to anyone out of fear for their safety! And if Gabriel wants to track them down on his own good luck! Queens is a big place and it’s not like I showed the address.
MK: Yes and I’m sure he’ll need it, that’s it for this week……
MM: Err, guys, the door won’t open!
MK: What are you talking about? I left it unlocked!
MM: I’ve tried barging it, ramming it, kicking it down, asking politely, I’ve basically tried everything but this damn door won’t open.
Before Matthew can answer the lights start to flicker and the three men look around.
MM: Did the arena owners forget to pay the electricity bill?!
Then an evil laugh echoes through the room which they all quickly recognize.
MK: Gabriel……
Steve: SHOW YOURSELF YOU SON OF A BITCH!
The room stays dark but a ghostly figure, the ghostly figure of Gabriel appears before the group.
Gabriel: Now before any of you idiots think about attacking, clearly, I'm not physically in the room. Just wanted to point that out because there's not many brain cells amongst you.
The ghostly figure moves towards Matthew Kennedy.
Gabriel: Now Matthew, I should congratuate you, because my little presence here has instantly made this the best show you've ever had.
The ghostly Gabriel presses his hands together, moving towards Steve Ramone.
Gabriel: Oh Steve, look at you hanging with has beens.
Gabriel points at Matthew Kennedy.
Gabriel: And never ever gonna be's.
Gabriel points at Marty.
MM: Hey!
Gabriel: Hey yaself fat face, how about doing something you do about thirty times a day and either masterbate or stick some chicken in that mouth, my little fat buddy.
Gabriel looks at Steve, his ghostly face just inches from Steve.
Gabriel: I asked you nicely and now you've gone and screwed up Steve. What you should have done is not played hero, gone home and taken care of your family. Now I'm gonna take care of your family. You pushed me in to this Steve, YOU PUSHED ME!
The ghostly eyes turn red, his voice very quiet.
Gabriel: You have forced my hand and now you're going to regret ever trying to be the hero, and now, you're going to feel the pain of loss like I did. I don't mean in the ring, I mean in your life. I'm going to leave a gaping hole in your soul, the likes of one have never been seen before.
Gabriel smiles at Steve.
Gabriel: You're about to find out what fear really is.
Steve lets out a roar and throws a punch through the ghostly figure, but the figure disappear, but Gabriel's voice can be heard.
Gabriel: Whoever you are facing at Blaze Of Glory III Steve, keep one eye open outside the ring. You never know when fear becomes reality.
Gabriel's laugh can be heard as Ramone roars.
MK: Until next week...
The Matthew Kennedy News logo flashes on the screen once more.
Justin: The following contest is a Semi-Final match in the Blast From the Past II Mixed Tag Team Tournament! The winner tonight will advance to the finals at Blaze of Glory III to determine the 2014 Champions!
The crowd applauds with appreciation.
The lights in the arena go down as the music starts up, however, the cameras work their way backstage to find Delia, Angelica, and Holly in white wigs, and their entire bodies wrapped in white unitards. They are lying down over a white tarp, lying out to form a triangle. Much to our surprise, Tessa Flannigan along with an unknown brunette woman walk over to the group. Delia looks over and smiles. They are carrying four bottles of liquid a piece, each one a different color.
Delia: Tessa, you care only for exposure… Well, honey, show me how artistic you truly are, darling…
Tessa stares down at Delia in anger, but she pulls one of the bottles from its caddy and she unscrews the cap. She drinks down the blue liquid rapidly, almost choking on it as Delia smirks. She looks around with an awkward look on her face before shoving her finger down her throat. No sooner than she does this do we see a bright blue stream shoot from her mouth, covering Holly Wood who squeals. Angelica gets a small spatter, but she closes her eyes, keeping still. The other woman pulls out an orange bottle while Tessa gets a green bottle. The ladies down it and then purge it over the two human canvases. Delia feels left out, but doesn’t interrupt. Soon, there are yellow, red, purple, black and pink splattered over Angelica and Holly. They soon begin to roll around in the mess, causing the audience to cringe.
Simone: I honestly don’t believe what I’m seeing, but I’ve learned to accept this with these three…
Adams: Reminds me of my short time at university…
The two canvases son get up, leaving Delia completely untouched. Delia looks disappointed as she looks directly up into the camera.
Delia: Due to health regulations, I am not allowed to officially participate and wrestle… Z’ough, with Odette’s cheesy good girl act, I might just vomit myself anyway… But you didn’t s’ink I would go wis’out a show, did you?
Holly, Angelica, and Tessa pick up buckets of paint and hurl it at Delia as she quickly spins around, catching fresh paint in her hair, and on her unitard. She rubs it in all over her face as she walks toward the nearby curtains.
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is part of the Blast From the Past II Tournament! Introducing first, residing in Miami, Florida, standing at 5 feet 9 inches and weighing in at 135 pounds, she is… DELIA DARLING!!!
She continues to rub the paint all over herself, whipping her long white hair around with it. She is a mix of yellow, red, and blue, with many mixtures of the three resulting all over her body. She moans in pleasure as she comes down the ramp. She climbs up the steps as her two girls and Tessa come down the ramp behind her. Tessa looks like a zombie who ate viciously a rainbow. Delia climbs inside of the ring, spinning around as small flecks of paint fly off of her body.
Simone: At least she has the decency to dry herself off a bit before stepping inside of the ring.
Adams: You know, Synn once told me that my body was a beautiful canvas that he would love to paint someday… I thought he was being dirty, but now I see what he really means.
Simone: No, I think you had it right the… No, nevermind…
Delia slowly stops spinning as she walks backward toward her corner, awaiting the arrival of her partner. She looks back as she talks strategy with Holly, Angelica, and Tessa.
Justin: Her tag team partner is from London, England, weighing 252 pounds ... Ethan Brody!
“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 boots waist and knuckles for foreign objects before it fades away.
Simone: This has to be perhaps the most unlikely of duos that was placed together for this event, and yet look at the success they've had.
Adams: Right! Every other team found a way to work with one another (mostly) but there is open animosity between Ethan Brody and Delia and her entire entourage! How they made it to the semi-finals is beyond me!
Justin: Introducing their opponents! Accompanied to the ring by Charlotte! From Queens, New York, weighing 200 pounds ... Steve Ramone!
“Live it Up” by Airborne hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out with his wife Charlotte by his side as he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp, once they reach the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes before holding the middle rope down for his wife as they wait for Steve’s tag team partner.
Adams: Steve Ramone has been treading dangerous waters as of late with Gabriel.
Simone: Yes and it's all been in defense of his soon to arrive tag team partner.
Justin: His tag team partner is from Queensland, Australia, weighing 126 pounds ... Odette Ryder!
“Sometimes I need to remember just to breathe” as the spine tingling sounds of Linkin Park blares across the personal address system the SCW arena fills with darkness. The sound of mixed cheers and boos can be heard but majority of the male fans start hooting and hollering as they await the arrival of one of their favourite eye candy bombshells to emerge from behind the thick black stage curtain. As the lights start to flicker bright shades of blue, the curtain starts to open and slowly Odette’s dainty figure is shown standing at the top of the ramp. Biting her bottom lip Odette surveys the crowded arena, whilst simply placing her hands down by her side. Starting her short journey down the cold steel ramp Odette adjusts her championship belt that’s draped over her shoulder. Sliding into the ring under the bottom rope the camera man can’t help but try to get a sneaky look down the front of Odette’s super tight top, noticing this Odette gives the camera a cheeky smirk. Jumping up to her feet she walks over towards the ropes, turning sharply just before reaching them, Odette hooks her arms around the top rope using the curves from her elbows. Pushing back on the ropes Odette’s piercing green eyes focus up towards the ramp as she awaits the arrival of her opponent as ‘Don’t stay’ fades from the PA system.
Simone: After everything that young woman has been put through these past few weeks, it's amazing to see her remain so upbeat for the fans that are behind her.
Adams: How many are really behind her though? You heard them after that trick Gabriel pulled with Odette last week. A lot of them don't know whether to trust her now or not.
Delia and Ethan are currently arguing over who will be starting the match for their team as Angelica and Holly stand there, backing Delia up, jawing at Brody and pointing fingers.
Simone: How the hell have these two made it so far? Look them fight just deciding who will be starting!
Delia has the audacity to put her hands on Ethan and shove him back as she races past him and attacks Odette from behind, knocking her down to the canvas!
Adams: I guess the women are going to start this one!
Delia begins hammering away at Odette's back as Drew Patton calls for the bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Delia rakes her nails across Odette's back, making miss Ryder cry out and stagger forth on her knees. Delia then grabs her around the head from behind and gouges at her eyes, as Drew demands she end this and starts to count!
1...
Delia does indeed break but only long enough to grab two handfuls of Odette's hair and she drags her to her feet and snapmares her roughly over by Ryder's long tresses twice with only her hair as a handle. Delia then stands on Odette's hair and grabs her opponent's hands, pulling hard in a standing hairpull.
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3...
4...
Adams: She's going to end up slapping Odette!
Odette screams at the tearing at her hairline as Drew again issues a count against Delia who smiles at the official and breaks once it's safe. Drew reprimands her but the arrogant Delia just answers by sticking her hand up in his face, prompting the crowd to rain boos down on her.
Simone: The arrogance of that woman! Giving a referee 'talk to the hand'! Seriously!?
Odette starts to rise but Delia bitch slaps her hard across the face, knocking her back to her knees. Delia looks out at the booing fans and points toward the front row and laughs as Holly and Angelica join in with the taunting laughter.
Simone: Delia needs to pay more attention to her opponent than teasing the crowd.
Adams: Odette Ryder isn' a former Bombshell Champion for nothing!
Delia grabs Odette by the hair to pull her to her feet, but Odette fights back with a fist to the solar plexus. Delia then answers this by raking her across the eyes.
Simone: So far Odette has been unable to mount any form of offense at all.
Adams: Well how can she when she's got someone using those kind of cheap tactics against her like Delia's been doing?
Delia then drags her up and sends her hard into her own corner where Angelica reaches in and grabs Odette's ankle, restraining her. Ethan responds by switching around to that side of the apron and shouting at Angelica, forcing her to back off.
Adams: Check it out! Ethan Brody doesn't want Delia's goons helping them out, whether it means helping them win or not!
Delia charges in toward Odette none the less, but Odette brings both feet up and sends Delia tumbling back to the mat, head over heels! Delia staggers to her feet and Odette rushes in at her. Delia scoops her up but Odette scissors her head and brings her over with a flying headscissors!
Adams: Odette is back in the game, baby!
Delia staggers to her feet and falls back into her own corner, trying to tag Ethan but he nonchalantly shrugs and steps aside.
Simone: Well she demanded she wanted to be in their first!
Adams: Yeah but now that Odette is fighting back, she wants out!
Odette comes charging into the corner and brings Delia out with a monkey flip! As Delia regains her footing, Odette leapfrogs up onto her shoulders from behind and takes her over with a Victory Roll, hooking both legs.
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Delia immediately rolls into the ropes to escape Odette's sudden onslaught but Odette follows her right in and flips her over, trapping her upside down with her legs tangled in the ropes! The crowd howls in laughter as Angelica and Holly protest and Odette looks out to the fans with a beaming smile on her face.
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Delia kicks out.
Adams: Oh that smile doesn't look good for DD!
No indeed as Odette adds insult to injury by spanking the trapped Delia's bottom while Drew tries to release her! The official forces Odette back and then tries again to get Delia free and Odette moves right back in and starts spanking her again.
Adams: I think Odette's having some real fun at Delia's expense.
As Drew forces Odette back again, Holly and Angelica are finally able to free Delia from the ropes. Infuriated and embarrassed, Delia marches over toward Odette and starts screaming at her. She hauls off and slaps Odette across the face but the moment Odette starts after her, Delia runs and tags Ethan!
Simone: Delia's an expert at working an opponent up into a fervor but she does know when to get out of there.
Ethan steps inside of the ring as Steve climbs through and Odette pats him on the back, wishing him luck.
Simone: This is the first time the men have been involved in this match and they look anxious to get things started.
Ethan and Steve circle the ring, sizing one another up as Steve claps his hands, rallying the crowd on hand behind both himself as well as Odette. They stop in the center of the ring and tie up. The two men struggle for the moment but the stronger Ethan Brody gains the advantage and backs Ramone back into a corner. Drew asks for a clean break and begins to count, and at three, Ethan steps back without taking a cheap shot.
Simone: Roughhouse though he may be, we see a clean break from Ethan Brody.
Adams: Yeah and Delia looks disgusted by it.
The two men lock up a second time and the younger Steve Ramone ducks behind the veteran in a rear waistlock. Ethan struggles for a moment but he grabs Steve's arm and breaks the hold, twisting Ramone into a wrist lock. Steve winces as Ethan twists his arm a second time and then grabs him into a wrenching side headlock.
Simone: The experience factor is really coming into play here with Ethan Brody.
Adams: Yeah but I wasn't exactly expecting to see a guy like Brody using actual wrestling holds.
Simone: He's not 'just' a fighter, you know.
Ethan hiptosses Steve over into the headlock on the mat but Ramone quickly counters by grabbing him into a headscissors, breaking it. Ethan kicks his legs, trying to break free, and finally does. The veteran quickly gets to his feet and grabs Steve into a headlock again, but Steve sends him into the ropes and they collide with a shoulder block, Ramone getting the better part of it, knocking Brody down to the canvas. Steve runs off of the ropes and Ethan drops down to the mat. Steve runs over him and Ethan gets up quickly but Steve grabs him in a headlock this time and takes him down to the mat, and like his opponent before him, this time Ethan grabs him in a headscissors to break it.
Simone: We are seeing a great exchange here between Ethan Brody and Steve Ramone.
Steve rolls over to his hands and knees, then counters the headscissors by somersaulting over into a bridging pin against Ethan.
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Ethan counters this by rolling aside so that he has Steve trapped in a sunset flip pin.
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Steve kicks out.
Simone: Experience always wins out in situations like that.
Both men get to their feet and Ethan lands a heavy forearm to Ramone's head that sends him staggering.
Adams: And then there are moves like that!
Ethan brings a boot into Steve's stomach, doubling him over, and then takes the younger grappler over with a fast double underhook suplex! Ethan covers him immediately and hooks the leg!
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Steve rolls over onto his stomach but Ethan uses that to his advantage and grabs him in a front chancery and somersaults over into a bridge, turning it into a submission hold!
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Steve kicks out!
Adams: God that looks like it hurts!
Simone: Steve may have no choice but to tap!
Drew Patton is down, checking on Steve but Ramone refuses to give it up! Finally Ethan releases him and gets to his feet and he begins stomping a mudhole into Ramone, keeping him down on the mat.
Adams: Now we're seeing Ethan Brody where he's at his best!
Ethan grabs Ramone by his hair, drags him up and plants him hard with a scoop slam. Ethan peels his opponent off of the mat and Irish whips him hard into the far corner. Brody then charges in with a full head of steam but Steve ducks out of the way and Brody crashes, knocking the wind out of himself. Steve then gets a running start and jumps, but Brody grabs him and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Steve kicks him away and stands up on the top and as Brody turns around, Steve leaps off and connects with a front missile dropkick! Brody tumbles back head over heels and Steve dives across the back of his bended knees in a jackknife cover!
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2.....
3 - No! Ethan gets his shoulders up!
Simone: Steve Ramone almost got the win or his team!
Steve unleashes an assault between forearm shots and knife edge chops to Ethan Brody, ending with a European uppercut. Steve goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Brody manages to reverses it. Steve leaps over the ropes, landing on the ring apron, but out of the referee's sight, Holly grabs Steve by the foot and pulls him off the apron, causing him to fall and smack his head into the ring apron! The crowd immediately boos!
Simone: Oh that is a load of bullsh...!
Adams: Don't say it!
And than particularly is incensed as he rolls out of the ring and gets in Holly's face, bellowing at him/her for interfering! Holly starts yelling back as Angelica storms over to back her 'Mean Girl' counterpart up and a heated debate ignites outside of the ring as Delia is cracking up, laughing from her corner!
Adams: If Ethan isn't careful, he's going to get counted out!
Simone: I think he's got bigger problems to worry about if he doesn't pay attention!
Steve Ramone is back inside of the ring and on his feet! Steve gets a running start and dives over the ropes in a suicide corkscrew plancha, and Angelica gets out of the way just in time as Ramone wipes out both Ethan AND Holly!
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Adams: Oh the crowd just LOVED that!
All three men are on the floor, stunned, but Steve struggles to his feet and rolls Ethan back inside of the ring, all but ignoring the downed Holly who Angelica runs over to check on. Steve brings Ethan to his feet and takes him up and over with a half-n-half suplex. Steve then signals to the crowd and they cheer as he ascends to the top, facing the fans. Steve then jumps back for a moonsault but Brody rolls out of the way and Steve crashes!
Adams: Talk about a wipe out!
Crowd: YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP! Simone: And now both men are down! As Drew starts too count both men down, they each begin to make their way slowly to their corner.
1...
The crowd cheers as Odette meets a rushing Delia Darling with a Thesz press and she starts unloading a barrage of right hands into the flamboyant Bombshell's head! Delia fights back, rolling her of and she straddles Odette's sternum and gives her the same treatment in return! Delia gets to her feet but Odette sweeps her legs out from under her and falls back in a slingshot into the corner where Delia's face hits the top turnbuckle! Adams: Oh the Mean Girls are not going to like that! Delia staggers back and Odette brings her back and over with a release German suplex, dumping DD on the back of her head! Delia rolls to her back and Odette stands at her side and performs a standing moonsault into a cover!
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Simone: Say what you will but Delia Darling knows how to get off her back. Adams: Even though she has a penchant for landing on it so much. Simone: You mean in the ring. Adams: .... No? Odette grabs Delia but Darling snares her into a front facelock. Odette retaliates, backing her into the ropes but Delia distracts Drew and Angelica grabs two handfuls of Odette's long hair and starts tugging, twisting and tearing at her scalp! Simone: Oh for god's sake! THIS is exactly why Christian wants those two Stooges gone from ringside! Adams: And oh I think Charlotte has seen enough! Steve Ramone's wife and manager storms around the ring to confront Angelica but the Mean Girl laughs and gets in her face! Simone: This is not a wise idea! Angelica is a trained wrestler! Charlotte Ramone is not! Drew exits the ring to separate the women before anything else can happen, but this only serves to allow Delia to Irish whip Odette into the ropes where Holly trips her from the outside! Simone: Come ON Drew! Turn around! Suddenly an incensed Steve Ramone drops to the floor and takes off after Holly who high tails it away from the charging grappler! Steve chases him/her right around the ring where Ethan drops down and lays Holly out with a clothesline! Adams: Ethan was fed up with Holly's interference as much as anybody else on the opposing team! Inside of the ring, Delia covers Odette for the pin!
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Delia scrams at Drew and pounds the mat in frustration! Adams: Careful! She might break a nail. Delia drags Odette off the mat and sends her into the ropes. Delia catches her, setting her up for fallaway slam, but Odette grabs her in a front facelock and uses the momentum to turn it into a tornado DDT! Simone: What a counter! Odette kips up, and the crowd is firmly on her side as she goes up top! Adams: I think she's going for that moonsault footstomp of her's! Angelica runs over to shout at Odette and distract her, but Odette opts to simply jump off and... Simone: FLYING BODYPRESS TO THE OUTSIDE ON ANGELICA! Adams: Listen to the crowd! Whatever Gabriel tried to do to turn the fans against his ex isn't working now! Odette is all smiles, slapping hands with a few fans in the front row, when all of a sudden, the SCW-Tron comes to life...
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Ethan tags Delia!
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And Steve tags Odette!
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Delia gets her shoulder up!
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Odette kicks out!
Adams: Oh no...
Simone: Not now!
Odette looks around, clearly upset and perhaps a touch afraid as the video of her unhinged ex plays to the displeasure of the crowd. Odette doesn't even seem to notice the count has begun.
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Simone: Turn around girl! Not when you're this close!
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Odette finally realizes and turns around to climb back in the ring, when from out of the referee's sight, Angelica grabs Odette's leg and practically wraps herself around it, holding on tight and preventing Odette from being able to climb back inside!
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Adams: Not cool!
Simone: Drew!
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Odette tries to pull free but Angelica hangs on tight!
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Simone: Damn it!
Drew calls for the bell and the crowd boos!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Here are your winners, advancing to the finals at Blaze of Glory III ... Delia Darling and Ethan Brody!
The crowd boos at the injustice and interference as only then does Angelica release a dismayed Odette Ryder and scramble out of the way! Steve is stunned but checks on Odette as Delia ignores her partner and joins a hurt Holly and Angelica, celebrating on the outside while Ethan looks on, fuming and shaking his head!
Adams: I don't think Ethan knows whether to be pissed at more interference from the Mean Girls, or happy that he's going to the finals.
After the match Odette stays back in the ring, talking to Steve. Steve nods and leave the ring, disappearing to the back. Odette breathes deeply before walking over to Justin reaching out for the microphone. Justin gently passes it over and Odette signals for the music to be cut from the personal address system. Making her way back to the centre of the ring the Aussie Bombshell doesn’t waste any time bringing the microphone to her lips and letting her voice be heard.
Odette: For weeks, I’ve been haunted by a ghost of my past, well by someone who I thought would stay in my past… you may know him as Gabriel… but I know him as an obsessive compulsive freak that obviously can’t wait to air my dirty laundry all over the place…
The crowd boo at the sound of Gabriel’s name but a strong Odette chant breaks out through the arena.
Odette: For weeks I have been made out to be someone that I’m not… now let me clear it up for you all… yes I do have my secrets about why I left Sin City Wrestling and yes I do have a secret as to why I left Gabriel… but these reasons are interlocked and they are very personal and once again, right now isn’t the time for sharing them.
The Odette chant picks up in arena, showing their support.
Odette: I can’t thank all of you enough my true Rydernites for standing by my side during all of this and I’m glad that you can all see me for who I truly am…
Brushing back a lock of her brown curls Odette brushes her hand on her cheek, the cameras catching a slight tear being rubbed out and hidden.
Odette: Well I think it’s time for the mind games to stop Gabriel, I think it’s time you grew a set and decide to face me personally… no more tricks, no more illusions… I think it’s about time we cleared and air and since you like making my life a living mess… I have no doubt in my mind; you won’t mind us airing our differences in the middle of this very ring…
The lights in the arena completely drop out. The eerie laugh of Gabriel is heard echoing through the arena. The screen lights up with a few words.
“May God have mercy on your soul…. because I won’t”
“Zombie” by Breed 77 blasts through the speakers, the slow intro playing as the word move on the screen. The eyes of Gabriel appear on the screen, turning red as the heavier guitars kick in. Purple lights cut through the thick smoke starting to fill the entrance ramp.
Adams: Is he here?
The crowd wait in anticipation, but a blonde woman walks out on the top of the ramp.
Simone: Who is she?
The figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of boos. Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached.
Adams: Is that really him?
The blonde walks behind him and pulls the hood back from over his eyes, showing Gabriel’s face.
Adams: It really is him! Gabriel is in an SCW arena again!
Gabriel’s eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. The blonde walks in front of him, opening his long coat, pulling it apart, he puts his arms to his side and the woman walks behind him and pulls the jacket from Gabriel, removing it from his body. Gabriel turns his head to the woman, with a simple nod, the woman folds the jacket over her arm and Gabriel starts to walk to the ring, his eyes never leaving it. He gets outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel stands inside.
Simone: Odette, he’s behind you!
Odette turns around to see Gabriel, staring into his eyes. Gabriel doesn’t take his eyes from Odette as he reaches down and pulls the mic from Odette’s hand. The music dies down and Gabriel starts to walk around Odette as he speaks.
Gabriel: Like the genie from the lamp, you asked for me and here I am…. Now we all know you wanted me here, just so you could be around my greatness.
Crowd: You’re an asshole! You’re an asshole!
Gabriel: So you’ve rubbed a lamp, well, probably many to even be in this ring, but your wish has come true.
Gabriel pushes the mic in to Odette’s chest, stepping back, he puts out a hand to indicate for Odette to talk. Odette looks down at the microphone that has been shoved into her chest and frowns, looking back up towards Gabriel. Odette can’t bear to make eye contact. Looking out into the fans as she brings the microphone up to her glossed lips, Odette starts to walk around the man that she once called her everything.
Odette: Cute; what is she like seventeen?
Adams: OoOooh I’m starting rumours on that one Simone.
Simone: I have no doubt.
Odette: I’m glad you could make it; I was kind of worried you were going to do one of your infamous magic stunts, where you promise to show up but then you disappoint and never appear.
Odette stops walking around Gabriel and she finally glances up at him, but she keeps her distance from her former flame.
Odette: So tell me Gabriel, what’s it like being single? Because if I’m totally honest… I’ve never felt better…
A very loud and dominate Odette chant hails throughout the arena, as Odette continues.
Odette: Now, now I didn’t ask you here so I could rub my abundant ball of happiness in your face… I actually invited you here because I wanted to give you what you want… I want you to know that yes, I know that I left you in a bad spot and I know that deep down you’re still holding a candle… but trust me G… whatever was happening between the two of us, it’s dead and gone… and to be honest… being without you is very refreshing. I mean I don’t have to deal with you controlling me; monitoring my spending, keeping up to date with you about who I was texting and calling all hours of the night… oh yes… the true dark side of dating such a “confident” male figure, finally gets to shed some light.
Gabriel tilts his head back, an unimpressed sigh leaves his lungs as he waves two fingers around. He mouths the words “get on with it” as he taps an imaginary watch. Odette ignores Gabriel and takes her time continuing.
Odette: But that’s another story for another time, Gabriel honey… I actually wanted you to be in the same place as me so I could tell you… that I’m truly…
As the crowd waits for Odette to finish, she flicks a long lock of her brown hair out of her face.
Odette: Sorry… yes I’m sorry…
Gabriel slowly shakes his head and pulls the microphone from Odette’s hand.
Gabriel: Now I’m gonna say what every man in the world has wanted to say to an ex…. SHUT THE FUCK UP!
The crowd boo, throwing drinks and garbage in to the ring towards Gabriel.
Gabriel: And now I’m gonna make you all wish you had this ability.
Gabriel holds his hand out in front of and a bright flash jumps from his hand.
Adams: I’m bliiiiiiiiiiiiind. Oh wait, my eyes were just closed.
Gabriel looks at Odette, who is standing motionless in the middle of the ring, her eyes wide open.
The crowd cheer as Steve Ramone start to runs down the ramp, but Gabriel catches him out of the corner of his eye. He waves a hand in front of him and Ramone runs into an invisible wall.
Simone: What the hell?
Adams: He’s like a bad ass Harry Potter or something.
Ramone gets up, reaching out and touching the invisible wall, hammering his fist on it. Gabriel smiles as he looks at him.
Gabriel: This is not about you Steve.
Gabriel turns to Odette, still in a daze.
Gabriel: People can’t seem to figure you out Odette, they don’t seem to know what you want, so it’s time to come clean Odette. It’s time to tell the people what you REALLY want.
Gabriel holds the mic in front of Odette’s face. As the crowd waits to hear what Odette has to say, the expression on her face changes from dazed and confused to a lighter one that reads nothing but happiness. Talking a step towards the microphone Odette licks her lips and finally speaks.
Odette: You… I want you…
The crowd heavily boos Gabriel as he smirks out towards them; his attention shifts back to Odette as he feels his hand with the microphone being pushed down towards his side. The crowd are frantically trying to wake Odette up from this hold Gabriel has over her by calling her name while Steve’s forced to watch on horrified for this tag team partner. Walking up towards Gabriel, Odette reaches up and cups her hands on either side of his hardened face. Taking another step towards him, Odette helps guide Gabriel into the turnbuckle. As Gabriel’s back leans up against the padding and the ropes, he raises his hands up into the air showing that he is completely innocent in what Odette is doing. Taking a final step up towards him Odette presses her body in against his, her hands still cupping the side of his face as she delicately studies him. Not wanting to be too forceful knowing that he has just recovered from a neck injury.
Adams: I don’t know what to say Belinda.
Simone: This makes me sick, Gabriel makes me sick… he knows Odette still loves him and he is playing her like a fool.
Lifting up slowly with her tippy toes Odette brings her eyes in line with Gabriel, hers are filled with clouds as Gabriel’s are raging with hatred towards the woman who is now at his mercy. Looking down from his eyes to his lips Odette licks hers as she whispers to him “I miss you” a cocky smirk crosses Gabriel’s face as more truth finally spills from her mouth.
Simone: This is sickening…
Adams: I don’t understand, whys he doing this to her?
As her eyes flutter between his lips and his eyes, Odette finally breaks the almost non-existent distance between them as she lays her lips on his. As first her kiss was soft and gentle as she caressed his face lovingly. Her kiss screaming that she missed him, that she had missed this. Closing his eyes Gabriel keeps his hands up in the air, pleading innocence while not returning the kiss in anyway shape or form.
Simone: He doesn’t even seem interested.
Adams: Every man in the arena would love to swap places with him.
Before Gabriel knew it Odette had deepened the one sided kiss, confirming her urgency that she still needed him. Opening his eyes back up he looked out into the crowd, before pointing down at her smugly. Odette started to trail her kiss from his lips down to his jawline, while pressing her chest into his her body aching from the need of him. Just as Odette’s kissing trail was about to hit Gabriel right ear lobe, something in Gabriel snapped as he finally clicked his fingers releasing Odette from the trance.
Adams: He can control her like a Playstation 4
Looking up at Gabriel, Odette backed away quickly looking down at his lips she noticed her bright pink lip stick was evident on his face. Her right hand snapped up to her lips as she felt that they were slightly swollen from the stubble on his face. Odette finally realised what she had done. The fans were in complete shock, their reactions mirroring Odette’s. She went to turn around to walk away but within the blink of the eye Odette had turned back and slapped her opened right palm against the side of Gabriel’s cocky face.
Simone: Go get him girl.
Gabriel clenched his teeth together and turned back to Odette, holding the side of his face but before he knew it she had her right fist coming directly for his face. The Aussie followed up her right hook with a left one but as she went for a third Gabriel grabbed her arms, restraining her as she screamed at him.
Adams: This is not good.
Gabriel lifts a struggling Odette in a scoop slam and drops her into the tombstone position.
Simone: He can’t be thinking of nailing Odette with the Avada Kedavra!
Gabriel starts to lean on the ropes, setting up for the Avada Kedavra but huge cheers come from crowd. Gabriel spots something in the crowd.
Adams: Steve Ramone is in the crowd!
Simone: Well if you can’t go through it, you go around it.
Steve quickly leaps the barrier and Gabriel puts Odette down. Gabriel stares out of the ring waving Ramone into the ring.
Simone: Ramone is finally gonna get his hands on Gabriel!
Ramone slides under the bottom rope and runs towards Gabriel, but Gabriel sidesteps a clothesline. Ramone bounces off the other rope and back towards Gabriel, but as he does, a flash of light covers the ring.
Adams: This time I really am blind!
The flash clears the ring to show just Odette and Steve in the ring.
Simone: Where’s Gabriel gone?
Adams: There!
The camera spins around to see Gabriel sitting on the top of the big screen above the entrance ramp.
Simone: How’d he get up there?
Gabriel smiles and salutes towards the ring, before turning in to smoke and completely disappearing from sight.
Simone: I don’t know how he does it!
The camera cuts to the ring to see Steve Ramone checking on Odette Ryder, before switching elsewhere.
Hot Stuff walks down the hallway, past a catering table, but stops dead in his tracks.
HS: Ok, who brought their kids to the show?
The camera turns around to see three little girls, their hair braided, and wearing white dresses. They speak in unison.
Girls: Come play with us Mark.
Hot Stuff looks at the three girls curiously.
HS: Who are you?
Girls: Come play with us Mark.
HS: I said WHO ARE YOU!?
Max Burke walks up behind Hot Stuff.
Burke: Who are you talking to boss?
Hot Stuff points at the three girls, just a few feet away from him.
HS: Them.
Max looks around, before looking back at Hot Stuff.
Burke: Who?
Hot Stuff points again.
HS: Them!
Max raises his eyebrows.
Burke: There's no one there boss.
HS: They're right fucking there Max.
Hot Stuff points at the three girls once more but Max shakes his head.
Burke: Are you feeling ok? There's no one there, you're pointing at a stack of chairs.
Mark frowns at Burke and turns around to coonfrotn the three creepy little girls, but finds them gone, and as Max said, a stack of chairs where they had once been. Mark swallows hard and shakes his head, looking around but seeing them nowhere.
HS: It's him Max! He's doing it!
Max raises his eyebrows.
Burke: Who?
HS: Blair! Blair is doing this!
Before Max can say another word, Hot Stuff storms off.
Burke: Man, the stress is really getting to him.
Max shakes his head and walks away but from behind a vending machine, Nicolas L Blair steps out. He leans against the vending machine as the camera cuts elsewhere.
In the back stage area a strange whirling noise can be heard followed by strange metalic clicking. As the camera pans across the halls we find a small group of SCW staff gathered around a janitor closet door that has golden light coming from behind it. Than the noises stop and the door flies open.
Out step Karina Koji and her future girlfriend Dea. They are both dressed in 1920s flapper dresses and look as if they just left a pretty fancy party. They look at the staff and than look at each other.
Karina: Oh good. Tell me nameless staff people are we too late...have I missed the main event.
Staff: Umm no. But I am not sure if you can fight well in that get up.
Karina: Good point! I need a dressing room! and RUM!
Dea leans close to Karina and speaks softly.
Dea: Dear, there is also that other thing.
Karina: Oh da. You are right of course....hmmm Rum first I think and than we will pay the world a visit. You there! Lead me to the nearest Rum stand or speakeasy.
Karina puts her arm around Dea and starts looking around. The staff seems unsure how to word things but does speak up.
Staff: Um we do not have those things...but umm we have consession stands and they have beer?
Karina: What kind of gin joint you running here! Beer will have to do...oh and pretzles!
Karina follows the staff member dragging Dea along too. The staff members that remain look in the closet only to find janitor type things.
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."
Sean takes a deep breath, he still has that serious look on his face making everyone wonder 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.
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 his picture on the front and the NWA logo on the front, blood pouring from the bottom. He is also wearing blue jeans, shoes and has the ACW title belt draped over his shoulder.
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, and he motions for a microphone.
Promptly, one of the ring workers hands him a mic through the ropes and almost immediately, Sean begins.
Jackson: "Drake Green, you chickenshit little coward. How dare you think that you can come out and not only cost me a match against a bunch of curtain jerkers...."
Yep, this is going to be an interesting night.
Jackson: "But also hit the Showtime on me."
Sean's face is a beet red at this point. But not only that, Vanessa also isn't very pleased with the man known as Drake Green.
Jackson: "Dude, this isn't the NeWA. You don't get to come out on me just any damn time you want to."
The more Sean speaks, the more upset he seems to get. As he begins to pace, his verbal attention stays on Drake Green even though he is looking out at the crowd.
Jackson: "But I can tell you one thing Drake, you come out on me again and I'll drill my knee through that egg shell you call a skull."
Sean then turns his attention from Drake, and starts spewing venom towards the fans.
Jackson: "You know what, I blame his stupidity on you people."
Boos
Jackson: "Much like crack or alcohol, the cheers from idiots like you is what causes dumbasses like Drake Green to do stupid things. Which means that when I severely hurt him with the high knee, it will be......"
Sean points in the direction of all the fans in the arena.
Jackson: "All your fault."
More boos.
Jackson: "Matter of fact, if Drake Green IS here tonight, I'll put his lights out, once and for all."
Crowd: "WE WANT DRAKE!!!!"
clap, clap,....clap, clap, clap
Crowd: "WE WANT DRAKE!!!!"
clap, clap,....clap, clap, clap
Jackson: "You hear that Drake? the masses want to see you ended right here, tonight."
Crowd: "WE WANT DRAKE!!!!"
Jackson: "Come on out Drake, that is IF you're...."
Jackson gets cut off as “Burning Down the House” by the Used shoots the arena and the crowd jumps to their feet with cheers.
Adams: Mr. Showtime is here!
Drake Green steps out on to the stage in a dark navy suit and starts to walk down to the ring, slapping the hands of fans on either side of the ramp. He slips in to the ring and then grabs a microphone.
Drake: You know Sean, I’m pretty sure everyone in this building tonight just wants you to shut the *BLEEP* up.
Crowd: POP!
Jackson gets irate.
Drake: But I tell you what…you wanna shut these people up…my people up…then you know what you have to do. Give me my rematch at Blaze of Glory 3. Be a man and put my title on the line so it can back to where it belongs. So it can come home to the Showstoppers.
Crowd: POP!
Jackson: Ain’t gonna happen, Drake. You don’t deserve to get in the ring with the “Real World Champion” especially after that stunt you pulled last week. You have to earn that right.
Drake: Come on Sean. Don’t you ever get tired of listening to the crap that spews out of your mouth. You say you’re the real World Champion…you say you’re the real cream of the crop. I say it’s time to prove it.
Crowd: POP!
Drake: That is unless you’re afraid you’re gonna lose.
Simone: Jackson is fuming.
Jackson: You want me, Green? You got me! But don’t say I didn’t warn you!
Drake smiles as he drops the microphone. ‘Burning Down the House” by the Used begins to play again as Drake slips out of the ring and walks backwards up the ramp. Jackson stares ‘Mr. Showtime’ down as he paces around the ring.
Simone: There you have it, Jason. It’s official. Sean Jackson will defend the ACW World Title against Drake Green at Blaze of Glory III.
Simone: If you can believe it this year’s Blast from the Past Tournament has turned out even better than last year’s tournament and the finals will be held at Blaze of Glory III in two weeks’ time!
Adams: We already decided one of the teams advancing to the next round earlier tonight and now we’ll determine their opponents as Song and Ben Jordan take on Brandi Shotze and Simon Jones!
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following is a Blast from the Past Semi-Final Match scheduled for one fall!
FoShan Theme Song starts to play we see Song walk down to the ring, she is clearly unhappy about her partner’s situation as she makes her way down to the ring but it’s clear that she isn’t going to let that stop her in this match.
Justin: Introducing team number one, first, from FoShan, China, Song!
Simone: Song’s tag team partner Orchid was eliminated by her team in the last round, as if that wasn’t bad enough Max Burke hit Orchid with the Maximum Overdrive putting her out of action for six weeks during which time her work visa will expire.
Adams: Hopefully they can get a new one sorted out as I enjoy watching the FoShan Bombshells in the ring but Song will have to put that behind her if she wants to go through to the finals.
Song slides into the ring and waits by a corner for the music to stop, once the music stops she requests the mic from Justin who gives it to her.
Song: As you all know my tag team partner Orchid will no longer be with Sin City Wrestling by the time she recovers from her concussion.The crowd boos that and Song shakes her head.
Song: Justice will be served when Max Burke faces one of my allies at Blaze of Glory III but in the meantime, I dedicate my victory in the Blast from the Past Tournament to Orchid!Simone: Wow!
Adams: With that much determination her team can’t lose!
Song hands the mic back to Justin before she starts doing stretches by the ropes.
Justin: And her partner!
The opening chords to Alter Bridge's "I Know It Hurts" starts to blast through the speakers and the lights in the arena drop down slightly. Flashing blue lights hit the entrance ramp as cheers emulate from the fans. Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp and looks around at the crowd.
Justin: From London, England, weighing in at 220lbs, “The Cockney King” Ben Jordan!
Ben nods his head to the sound of the music, looking around with an approving smile. Ben walks down the ramp, quickly sliding in the ring and looking around at the crowd, waiting for the match to start, he hops off the turnbuckle and starts discussing strategy with song as they wait for their opponents.
Simone: They have been a very effective unit in the tournament but tonight Song faces her biggest challenge in SCW to date!
Adams: Literally!
Justin: And introducing team number two…..
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.
Justin: First, from Lynchburg, Tennessee, Brandi Shotze!
Simone: Brandi originally only returned for the Blast from the Past Tournament but given the success she’s had in the tournament I wouldn’t be surprised to see more of her!
Adams: What was that? I was distracted by Brandi’s boobies.
Simone: Of course you were….
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 as she waits for her partner.
Justin: And her partner!
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 with the SCW Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder.
Justin: From Birmingham, England, weighing in at 235lbs, he is the reigning SCW Heavyweight Champion Simon Jones!
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.
Simone: Simon finally won the SCW Heavyweight Title a few weeks ago beating Giani Da Luca whose team was eliminated during the opening round of the tournament.
Justin: Even if he loses at this stage he can say that this is definite proof that he’s better than the last champ!
Simon then turns around and walks towards the opposite side of the ring, but before he reaches the ropes, he turns to his right and heads for the corner of the ring, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle, to further cheers and applause from the fans, he hands the title over to Jasmine St. John who subsequently hands it over to a stagehand before calling both teams to the center of the ring.
Adams: Do they really need to be reminded of the rules at this stage in the tournament?
Simone: Considering how many times we’ve seen male wrestlers attacking Bombshells throughout this tournament?
Adams: Point taken!
Jasmine tells the two teams to choose who will be starting off the match and after a quick discussion between the teammates it’s decided that the men will kick things off and Jasmine calls for the bell as Simon and Ben exchange a quick handshake.
Simone: A lot of respect between those two men!
Adams: They were both in ACW though, speaking of which……
Crowd: ACW! ACW! ACW! ACW!
Simone: ACW may be dead but its spirit lives on in the fans and the wrestlers who competed there!
Whilst this has been going on Ben and Simon have been exchanging some technical wrestling in the middle of the ring but neither man have a clear advantage over the other and it eventually comes to a stalemate, the ACW chants continue and Ben smirks before making a belt motion with his hands.
Adams: Bit early for that isn’t it?
Simone: Not really because either the title won’t be defended at Blaze of Glory due to Simon Jones being in the finals or Ben will be in the finals and Simon will face someone else for the title!
Simon shakes his head in response to Ben’s cockiness and Ben fires a right hand out of nowhere at Simon’s head, not to be deterred Simon returns with a right hand of his own and a full on brawl is on between the two men with their female partners cheering them on from the ring apron, Simon backs Ben up against the ring ropes backing up and going for a clothesline but Ben sees it coming and backdrops Simon over the top rope and to the floor.
Simone: Simon may be the champ but that doesn’t excuse mistakes like that!
Adams: And Simon knows it!
Simon hits the apron with his fists once he’s back on his feet and Ben hops up and down before running to the far ropes and hitting Simon with a suicide dive to the outside causing the ACW Chants to get even louder in response! Ben is quickly back on his feet and rolls Simon back inside the ring before going for a cover on Simon 1…..2…..and Simon kicks out!
Simone: Simon’s the champ! He won’t be beaten that easily!
Adams: Didn’t stop Giani back in round one.
Ben, knowing that it’s pointless to argue with the ref at this point, attempts to pick up Simon but gets surprised with a roll-up by the champ 1….2…..and Ben kicks out as well, both men get back to their feet and start brawling again but it’s becoming increasingly clear that the Bombshells are getting restless and want a piece of the action as well.
Simone: As great as a match between Ben Jordan and Simon Jones would be you have to remember that this is a Mixed Tag Team Tournament.
Adams: That didn’t stop Max Burke back in round one either.
The two men come to another standstill and realize that their partners want a chance at the action, the two men nod before tagging in their partners simultaneously and leaving the ring, Brandi charges towards Song but she introduces herself in a big way by springboarding into the ring and hitting Brandi with a hurricanrana before holding on for the pin 1….2…..
Simone: Kick out by Brandi!
Adams: Song’s introduced herself in a big way in this match but can she keep it up?
Despite her clear unhappiness with her regular partner’s situation Song doesn’t let this set-back stop her as she waits for Brandi to sit up before running towards the ropes and going for a shining wizard……and realizes too late that Brandi is back on her feet and grabs her by the throat.
Simone: Song may have made a mistake here.
Adams: She may be faster than Brandi but Brandi’s faster!
Song, to her credit, manages to break free with a couple of martial arts kicks to Brandi’s midsection before running towards the ropes to attempt another move, however her kicks didn’t do enough damage to Brandi to really be effective as she is able to catch her again this time with a Powerslam that practically drives the Asian Bombshell through the matt.
Simone: Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
Adams: Brandi’s going for a cover!
1….2….kickout by Song! Brandi just shakes her head in disappointment at her inability to put away Song for the three count and picks her up…..and gets surprised by a roll-up from Song 1….2…..and Brandi kicks out again! Song gets to her feet as does Brandi and the stronger of the two Bombshells tries to charge at her intending to hit her with a clothesline but like Simon Jones’s earlier attempt her attempt fails but this time it has more to do with Song dropping down at the last second taking the ring rope down with her and sending Brandi over the top rope and too the floor.
Simone: First Simon falls victim to that and now Brandi!
Adams: Maybe they should just abandon that strategy?
Song stands up gripping onto the top rope as she does waiting for Brandi to get back to her feet on the outside, when Brandi does Song springboards looking for a Hurricanrana…..but Brandi catches her and hoists her up into a Powerbomb position.
Simone: This doesn’t look good for Song.
Adams: No matter where Song lands it’ll be painful!
Simone: That’s true……OH MY GOD! POWERBOMB BY BRANDI ON THE SECURITY BARRIER!
Adams: SHE PRACTICALLY LAUNCHED HER THROUGH THE BARRICADE!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Preferring not to win via count out Brandi picks up Song’s barely moving body and rolls her back into the ring before following her in and going for a cover 1….2…..
Simone: There’s no way Song can kick out of that!
Adams: I agree…..SONG KICKED OUT?!
Brandi stands there on her knees visibly shocked that the Asian Bombshell isn’t out for the count yet, she picks up Song and goes for a Hanging Vertical Suplex…..but Song slips out the back!
Simone: Brandi turns around…..
Adams: PERFECT MELODY ON BRANDI! BUT DOES SONG HAVE ENOUGH STRENGTH TO GO FOR THE COVER AFTER THAT POWERBOMB?!
Song is clearly hurting from the Powerbomb but she wills herself along and goes for a cover 1….2….KICKOUT BY BRANDI!
Simone: Now Brandi’s refusing to stay down!
Adams: Look at Ben! He knows his partner’s hurt and he wants her to make the tag!
Ben calls out for the tag but Song shakes her head assuring him that she can still fight before going for a Million Dollar Dream on Brandi.
Simone: She calls that the Song of Pain.
Adams: But Song’s in too much pain to keep the submission hold up!
Song collapses to her knees holding her back in pain and Brandi seizes the advantage!
Simone: Redneck Slam! This is over!
Adams: Song’s fought hard but she can’t kick out of this.
1….2….3!!!!
Justin: The winners of the match, Brandi Shotze and the SCW Heavyweight Champion Simon Jones!
Simone: Great match but Song is clearly in pain here.
Adams: Such a shame that she couldn’t live up to her earlier promise.
Ben checks up on Song as Brandi and Simon celebrate, once they are out of sight Ben helps her up, out of the ring and up the ramp.
Simone: Max Burke could learn a thing or ten here.
Adams: Agreed!
There is the empty ring, and then "Help is on the Way" begins on the PA system.
Simone: Well, here's comes the Superhero herself, Roxi Johnson.
Adams: She usually let's her actions do the talking. But she actually requested this time, so one has to wonder what she's got to say.
Simone: Should be interesting.
For a little while, there is no Roxi. Finally, a man who has never been seen on SCW TV before, parts the curtain first. He waits a moment, before signaling behind him, as then Roxi parts the curtain to a big ovation, but uncharacteristically, she's wearing a long dress and heels. She lead the unfamiliar man down the aisle.
Simone: Okay, I'm already confused.
Adams: I wonder who this guy is. And why is Roxi dressed like that?
Simone: Good question.
Roxi pauses at the base of the ring, looking back before the man motions for her to enter the ring. She climbs the steps and holds the ropes open for the man, before entering the ring herself. Her face is more subdued than usual. The man takes the microphone as the music dies down.
Man: Ladies and Gentlemen, My name is Cyrus Powell, and I, I am Roxi Johnson's friend.Cyrus turns to her, but she just looks at him, saying nothing.
Cyrus: I'm sure you all have questions, and I know you want answers. So let's begin with the most obvious, What is Roxi doing with me? Well, first we have to go back, to who exactly Roxi Johnson is.
Cyrus pauses and smiles at Roxi, but she again does nothing.
Cyrus: Roxi Johnson is, and always has been, a hero. She's always faced down the biggest, and baddest challenges, not just in SCW, but all over the world. Inside the ring, and out. And she's always been happy to do it. She's always been a selfless competitor.
There are cheers and applause for Roxi as Cyrus pauses again.
Cyrus: She's always fought for all of you. But, lately, something happened. Something changed. You want to know what that was? Roxi, like all great stars, hit a rough patch. And then, all of you, you turned your back on her.
Boos for this statement
Cyrus: She needed you, and you weren't there. You all took her for granted. She needed help, and none of you lifted a finger to help her. Not anyone in SCW, not anyone in the office, not family, not friends. All of you, left her for the new hottest thing, the first chance you all got.
A lot of boos.
Adams: Is this guy crazy?
Simone: I'm more concerned with the fact that Roxi hasn't said anything about this.
Cyrus: All of a sudden you have no more respect for Roxi Johnson. You wanted nothing more to do with her. She wanted to believe in you, All she wanted was to hear you cheer for her. And you just stopped. Until a few seconds ago. Before she walked out, you didn't even care.
Even more boos.
Cyrus: So now, who saves the heroes, when they need saving...Me.
And yes, boos.
Cyrus: Roxi has a friend in me. A friend that isn't going to turn his back on her, like all of you. Isn't that right?
Cyrus turns to Roxi. Roxi just looks down and doesn't acknowledge anything.
Cyrus: Of course I'm right. I've told Roxi exactly how you would react, and you've done just as I told her. Of course you're on her side now. Of course you think I'm the bad guy. Because the truth hurts.
Boos as Roxi finally shows some life as she places her hand on the shoulder of Cyrus. She looks down at the microphone in his hand. The fans start cheering a little
Adams: Finally! This guy has been making my skin crawl.
Cyrus: Wha...Hey. What did I tell you about interrupting me?
Loud boos as Roxi looks at him.
Cyrus: No, no wait, wait. Listen, I told you what they'd do. They don't deserve, they just don't deserve to hear from you. After what they've done...No way. Not anymore. I told you I'd handle this.
Roxi's arm remains on Cyrus's shoulder, but then drops off and Roxi just turns away.
Simone: I can't believe this. What the heck has happened to Roxi Johnson?
Cyrus: Now, where was I? Yes, Now, After all of you crushed her spirit, I have saved her. We've shared so much, and now, I'm going to lead her back to the top, where she belongs. There's no more heroes people. Those days, are dead.
Boos.
Cyrus: You can only blame yourselves. Roxi doesn't even have a match at the Pay-per-view coming up. More disrespect. More taking her for granted. That's going to stop, because now, Roxi has a voice. Mine. And match or not, we will back at Blaze of Glory III, and we will make an impact!
A mixed reaction, but more boos.
Cyrus: Because from now on, She's not going to be fighting for you, or anyone back there. Just her, and the person who was there when she needed him the most...Me. Roxi?
Cyrus turns to Roxi who stands there stoic. Cyrus holds his arms out for a hug, and Roxi still just stands there.
Simone: C'mon...don't do it.
The fans begin yelling and screaming for her to not join this man and she makes no moves either way. Cyrus's face turns a little more annoyed. Roxi looks at him as he begins gesturing for her to come and hug him.
Simone: She's not going to do this. She's always stood on her own.
Adams: It's just...so strange. Look at her. She's actually torn.
Cyrus continues to motion and Roxi finally turns and looks at the crowd, who scream and cheer for her.
Crowd: ROX-I! ROX-I! ROX-I!
Simone: She knows they love her. She has to...
Roxi looks back at Cyrus and then takes a small step towards him, then a few more and into his waiting embrace. the cheers turn to boos.
Simone: I can't believe this.
Roxi doesn't really return the hug at first, but then places her hands on his back. He lets go of the hug and she turns away from him, but he whispers in her ear and she nods, . "Help is on the way" starts up again, and Roxi again holds the ropes open for Cyrus, and then they leave together, with Cyrus's arm around Roxi.
Adams: What was all that? I'm so confused, why would Roxi allign herself with someone like that?
Simone: I don't know Jason, but it was uncomfortable to say the least.
Back with Hot Stuff, his hair now a mess as he pushes open a bathroom door, with the name plate "Gentlemen" on it. Hot Stuff immediately runs to the sink and switches on the cold water tap. He puts his hands under the cold water and splashes it on his face. He looks up in the mirror in front of him, the water dripping from his skin.
HS: None of this is real. It's all in my head.
A voice speaks to him.
Voice: No Mark, it's very real.
Hot Stuff straightens up, looking around the bathroom.
HS: No, you're in my head Blair, you're not here, you're not real.
Voice: Please stop, you're embarrassing yourself.
HS: You should have stayed in the cage Lucifer, you should have stayed chain smoking in hell.
Voice: But I had a reason to come back, Mark. I had a reason to be here.
Hot Stuff spins around, pacing the bathroom.
HS: You came back for five minutes of fame.
Voice: I came back to stop you from retiring, I came back to stop you from doing this.
Hot Stuff's face turns to anger.
HS: YOU CAN'T STOP ME!
Voice: Oh I can.
HS: You can't.
Voice: I'm going to beat you so badly, you will spend the rest of your life trying to prove you're a great wrestler. You will spend the rest of your life trying to recaputure your glory days. I will forever be in your head, I will always be there to make you fight on.
HS: NO!
Hot Stuff turns and hammers his fist down on the sink. He storms out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. The camera focuses then on the mirror that Mark was looking into and there stands not Ward's image, but that of Nicolas L Blair smoking, but only his reflection -- and his actual physical body nowhere else to be seen.
"The Ruler and the Killer" starts up and the crowd goes wild. They start to chant "Party Horde" as Karina struts to the ring dressed in her ring attire and the trademark patchwork hoody. She takes her time making it to the ring as the crowd chants louder and louder. She rolls into the ring and stands in the middle, appearing to soak it all up. Then she ask for a microphone.
Karina: Let me ask you...ARE YOU ENTERTAINED?
Crowd: Fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck Yeah!
Karina has an expression of mock surprise on her face.
Karina: Such language you all have! My poor virgin ears...well I am glad you are being entertained. You know a while back I came down to the ring and put the bombshell division on notice. I told them that the Horde was back and that it was out mission to make the division something worth talking about. I am not sure all of them believed me but after tonight everyone will know!
Crowd: Party Horde! Party Horde!
Adams: I think everyone can at least hear the Horde...they are not quiet.
Karina: Tonight, the Horde is in the main event. It is not just Amy Marshall and Karina Koji getting in the ring against Vixen and whats her face....NO. Those two unfortunate ladies will have to face everyone out there! The Horde is with me all the time. You never just face me! And at the end of the night win or loose, though I am thinking of winning, that will be something I share with all you freaks and monsters!
The crowd is loving it and is chanting loudly. Karina takes a flask out and takes a long drink. She discovers that it is now empty and tosses it into the crowd.
Karina: I put the division on notice but they did not listen. Then think I am just drunk and crazy. They think because I left for a while that I don't matter. They think because I dont have gold on my waste that I am not relevant! So it seems like I need to take things to the next level...
Crowd: Fuck shit up! Fuck shit up!
Karina: Oh yes...that could be nice. Maybe what the division needs the most is a little more chaos. Maybe I need to go find my bat and start knocking heads. I mean that is how the men do it. They form into little packs, knock heads trying to prove dominance...than some other group comes around and does the same thing....but last I checked I am no man.
I don't need my bat. I don't need a posse of other fighters. I don't need any of that. I can change the game in more ways than one. That is the nice thing about being crazy. I am good at thinking outside the box..so..so let me say this. I am going to give every lady in the back an ultimatum. We have this trip coming up to Africa and I want the world to know just what bombshells can do. I want all those big bad, foolish men to have to chill in the shadow of our glory. No more petty bullshit. No more weakness and most of all no more boring my Horde. All of you better make this division something epic...or after we come home from Africa...well I will just have to change it for us. And you may not like my methods!
Crowd: KARINA! KARINA! KARINA!
Karina: And don't fear. I will lead the way. I promise I will make every match I am in, amazing. The Horde will rise and than the real party. The party that never ends can begin.
Karina drops the microphone and runs to the ropes, jumping up and holding her arms out in victory. She then climbes down and heads back up the ramp, hyping up the crowd the entire time.
Justin: The following contest is single match.... Introducing the guest referee. Ladies and Gentlemen, Joshua Acquin.
“Nightmare” Hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with mixed reaction from the crowd. 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 crowd.
The arena quiets down as the house lights drop out and a chilling blue light filters through the crowd. The soft opening guitars of Limp Bizkit's 'Behind Blue Eyes' begin to ring out as 'Pro Wrestling's Pedigree' and Max Burke steps out on to the stage with Ruby a few feet behind him. Standing clad in black tights with 'BURKE" written across the back and tall black shiny boots and knee pads, he raises his arms in the air with an angry look on his face. He wears his leather jacket with a hood covering his head. He lets out a small smile as the crowd boos and then he and Ruby start to slowly walk down the ramp as the lyrics kick in.
"No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes"
Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Ruby. From Dorchester, New Brunswick, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is Max Burke!
The crowd continues to boo as Max slowly walks passed them. He turns to them and raises his hand in a threatening back hand manner and then chuckles to himself when a few of the fans jump back in fear. He walks up the steel steps and stops for a moment, staring straight up at the sky. He lifts his arm and points to the sky, his ode to his Uncle Ben, and then very quietly slips into the ring between the top and second rope.
"But my dreams they aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be
I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free"
He jumps up on the top rope and squats up there for a moment, before lowering the hood off of his head and raising his title in the air for all to see. He jumps back down into the ring to a chorus of a few more boos and raises his title one more time before handing it over to Ruby. She clutches it close to her chest as she leaves the ring as Max slips off his hooded jacket and hands that over to the referee before leaning up against the ropes and waiting for his opponent to be announced.
Justin: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Jon Dough....
The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena, with Jon Dough and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.
Justin: From The far reaches of Sanity, weighing in at one hundred and sixty five pounds, he is Lucian Frost!
DING DING DING!
Frost and Max exchange trash talk before locking up in the center of the ring. Max pushes back on Frost, but Frost throws his arms forward to push Max flying across the ring. Max rolls through and spins back to his feet, moving in towards Frost. Frost swings aa arm but Max picks up the pace and slides through Frost's legs after a two step run up. Max springs to his feet and grabs Frost by the head and pulls him down with a neckbreaker. Max quickly returns to his feet and stomps on Frost's head, catching him with a heel to the face. Max puts his heel once moe on the top of Frost's head and pulls down, scraping his face.
Simone: Cheap move from Burke.
Max pulls Frost to his feet and kicks him hard in the gut before dropping down and nailing him under the chin with a European uppercut, sending the bigger Frost crashing backwards and back to the canvas. Max stands up, dropping an elbow down on the chest of Frost, before rolling away. Max lays on his elbow resting his chin and smirking at Jon Dough outside the ring. as the fans boo him.
Adams:Max is trying to get under Jon Dough's skin.
Max gets to his feet, pulling Frost up with him. Max takes Frost by the wrist and tries to whip him towards the ropes, but Frost digs his heels in deep. Max tries again, pulling at Frost's wrist, but Frost pulls him in close and nails Max with a short arm clothesline, knocking Max off his feet! Max starts to crawl away but Frost stalks after Max, reaching down to pull the Canadian back to his feet. He lifts Max up, and hold on to his head before jumping around with a spinning heel kick. Frost fires Acquin a look in the ring, a confident look on his face. Frost on pulls Max to his feet once more and throws Max in to the corner. Max bounces off the turnbuckle, but Frost charges in with a huge shoulder block to the gut of Max, squashing him in the corner. Frost thrusts his shoulder in to Max's midsection, followed by a second and third before standing up and walking out of the corner. Frost charges at Max and nails him with a clothesline in the corner. As Max stumbles out, Frost picks him up and places him on the top rope. Frost stands Max up and climbs on the second rope before lifting him over with a hurricannruna!
Simone: Oh wow!
Adams: He's gonna be feeling that one for days!
Max holds his back but Frost gets on top, attempting the cover and referee Joshua Acquin drops down to make the count slowly.
1........
2....
Max kicks out!
Adams: If Acqui would have got any slower, he'd have stopped.
Max rolls towards the ropes and Frost crawls towards him, lifting him up on his feet and gripping Max Burke's head. Frost runs and drops Max with a bulldog. He leans up on his knees before moving down towards Max. He tries to pull Max to his feet but Max plants a thumb in Frost's eye. Acquin sees the illegal move but a smile crosses his face. Frost holds his eye and Max nails him with a punch the face, sending Frost rocking back and forth on his knees. Max springs to his feet and bounces off the ropes before crashing in to Frost with a shining wizard knee strike. Max rolls Frost on to his back and goes for the cover. Acquin counts at normal speed.
1...
2....
Frost pushes Max off.
Adams: We can guess who Acquin likes in this match
Max stands up, walking over towards Jon Dough. Max shouts out to him, causing Dough to climb on the apron, but Acquin orders him down. Max pulls Frost to his feet and hooks him up in a snap suplex, lifting the smaller man off his feet and sending him to the canvas. Max rolls over and lifts Frost to his feet and lifts his head and arm, lifting him over with a head and arm Suplex!
Simone: What technical ability from Max!
Max gets to his feet and moves over towards the ropes, in to one of the six corners and pulls himself on the top rope, looking down at Frost. Max flies off the top rope and crashes down with a huge top rope elbow drop, bouncing the point of his elbow off Frost's heart. Max covers Frost, hooking his leg with his own leg. Acquin drops down, pounding his hand off the canvas.
1...
2....
Frost kicks out!
Simone: The fans can't believe Frost just kicked out of it!
Adams: Neither can Max!
A look of surprise covers the Canadian's face his eyes wide as he pounds his hands on the mat three times. Acquin shakes his head and holds up two finger. Max gets to his feet, holding up three fingers to Acquin, who again shakes his head. Max runs his fingers through his hair and turns around, only to be met with a jumping DDT from Frost!
Simone: Shouldn't be wasting time Max.
Frost pulls himself on top of Max and the fans count along with Acquin's count.
1...
2....
Max gets the shoulder up at the last second!
Adams: Frost nearly pulled this one out of nowhere.
Frost gets to his feet, pulling Max up to his feet with him and hooks him up, lifting Max high in the air with a vertical suplex, holding Max in the air for a few seconds before dropping him down on his back. Frost moves to his feet and away from Max, waiting for Max to return to his feet. As Max does, Frost charges at him, jumping in the air and colliding with Max with a flipping clothesline! Max falls back against the ropes, sitting in an upright position. Frost charges towards Max, attempting a knee strike, but Max moves out of the way and Frost strikes his knee on the rope. Max quickly gets back to his feet and plants a boot in the back of Frost's knee, sending him flying to the canvas. Frost holds his knee but Max quickly grabs his leg and stomps away at the back of it. Max learns back on the rope, a wide smile on his face.
Simone: Not many people can out do Max in the arrogance stakes.
Frost limps to his feet but Max moves in spinning him around and lifting him up in a suplex before dropping Frost down with a huge brainbuster, dropping him right on the top of his head!
Adams: Oh wow!
Simone: Frost looks to be out cold!
A cocky smile appears on Max's face as he pulls Frost to his feet, Frost barely able to stand. Max moves in behind him and wraps on the sleeper hold!
Simone: This is just adding insult to injury!
Acquin lifts Frost's hand once, dropping to the side.
Simone: He's already out on his feet.
Acquin picks up Frost hand and releases it again, and it drops to the side once more.
Adams: Once more and this one is over!
Jasmine holds Frost's hand up for a third time and releases it, but Frost holds his hand up.
Simone: This one is still going.
Frost throws an elbow back to Burke's gut, breaking the hold, before moving behind Burke. Frost charges towards the corner pushing Burke in to it. Dough quickly jumps on the ropes and nails Burke with a shot to the head! The fans cheer loudly.
Simone: He's been wanting to get his hands on Burke for a while now!
Acquin shrugs it off as Burke hits the canvas. Frost quickly pulls himself on the top rope and flies of.
Simone: Ice Falls!
Frost hooks the leg.
1...
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match..... Lucian Frost!
Frost stands up but Jon Dough slides under the rope, nailing Burke with shots to the head. Acquin looks at Dough and kicks him in the head.
Simone: Acquin is yet to name his partner, but he will be up against Jon Dough and Lucian Frost for the tag titles in just two weeks
Acquin stomps away on Dough before firing a look towards Frost. He steps away from Dough, before leaving the ring.
The lights lower down as “Unleashed” by Epica plays over the loud speakers. A red triangle with an eye in the middle appears on the Tron as the music progresses, immediately drawing attention to the entryway. A bright spotlight comes onto the stage to find Kraven Moorehead standing in the center of it, his head bowed down as it casts a shadow upon his face. He is wearing a royal blue suit with a matching tie and a white shirt. He just stands there as the light reflects off of the silver knife emblem on the lapel of his jacket. He reaches his left hand back and the scraping noise of the rusty chair being dragged behind him is heard as he lifts his head. He begins to walk forward to a suspiciously quiet audience. His face is emotionless as he makes it to the head of the ring. He stops and stares at it for a moment, tilting his head to the side as a vacant smile spreads over his face. He turns and walks toward the ring steps, going slowly as he drags the chair behind him. He steps up, taking it slowly as the chair slaps against each step before finally reaching the apron. He leans the chair up against the apron as he closes his eyes, taking in a deep sniff before laughing out loud. His eyes open and he stares out across the audience before stepping through the ropes. He marches over to Justin Decent and retrieves a microphone as the lights stay down. The spotlight remains on him as the music slowly fades out. Kraven steps to the center of the ring, crossing his arms, gripping his wrist as he soaks in the mediocrity of the fans’ response to his presence, or lack thereof. He narrows his eyes as he looks around at them, raising the microphone to his lips.
Kraven: Let us take a moment… to mourn the loss of a great man… a man who brought much attention to Sin City Wrestling… a man who lived and breathed Sin City Wrestling, and a man who set the standard for how to be a true champion. This lesson is important, because since then, no one has come to match him. It is a real shame, if you ask me…
Simone: This is disgusting. It’s like he’s giving a eulogy to the man he injured last week…
Kraven raises his eyes, looking over at the announcers table, giving Belinda a curious look before raising his index finger to his lips.
Kraven: You know… that is awfully rude of you, Belinda. I am asking for you to mourn the loss of a great man, one who was beloved by every person in SCW from the roster, to the staff, to the stagehands… He was a true legend, and you have the audacity to speak during his memorial?
Simone: It isn’t as if he’s dead…
Kraven: Oh, see, that is where you are wrong. That is where each and every one of you are wrong… Spike Staggs is dead…
The crowd gasps in horror as a murmur works its way around the venue. Kraven has a solemn look on his face as he reaches into his jacket, pulling out a newspaper with an obituary for Spike Staggs printed on it. He holds it out for the camera, reflecting it on the Tron for everyone to see, even thought he print is too blurry to make out. He flicks the paper out so that it stands up straight in front of him as he begins to read it.
Kraven: Father… Son… Nephew… Uncle… Spike Staggs left in his wake a son, Timothy (16), and a daughter, Eden (6), as well as a fiancée, Vixen Lefebvre, brothers, James and Thomas, and an uncle Erik. Staggs worked for Sin City Wrestling here in Las Vegas since its inception in 2011, winning the Heavyweight Championship, holding it longer than any other man. He went on to win the NeWA World Heavyweight Championship twice, before retiring from active competition, staying on as a manager for the New X-Tremes. However, it was shortly after this that he was discovered dead, inside of his own body…
The fans boo as Kraven slowly lowers the paper with a wicked smile on his face. He looks around at the reaction he’s drawn from the audience as he chuckles heartily.
Simone: This man is sick, and to think that I actually started to believe that Spike was dead…
Adams: I was lost at the word u… eulogy? I thought he was coming out to teach us a class.
Kraven: I am not lying… Spike Staggs was dead long before I put him out of his professional misery. His eyes were always vacant, and his “I don’t give a fuck” attitude ruined one of SCW’s future greats in Giani Di Luca. He was dragging everyone around him down. Misty disappeared after a great career, snuffed out by his lack of caring. Mickey Carroll, a talented person to watch, adopted this attitude and committed career suicide. Jessie Salco developed social anxiety, staying in her hotel room unless appearing on the show. And Vixen, the woman closest to him? She is the Bombshell Champion… the second Spike was carried away in an ambulance!
Kraven states this so matter-of-factly as he takes a bit of a bow, expecting thanks from the audience. Instead, he is given a chorus of boos. He furls his brows as he looks around in disgust at the fans as they chant.
Fans: ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!
Kraven: I AM NOT AN ASSHOLE! I PULLED THE PLUG ON SPIKE STAGGS’ MISERABLE CAREER! YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME!!!
Fans: ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE! ASSHOLE!
Kraven: Chant your idiotic chants! Turn Spike from a miser to a martyr if you like! It doesn’t change the fact that I am your HERO! I’m here to save you from mediocrity, and if I have to be the bad guy, then so be…
*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!*
The audience immediately cheers as “Bounce” by Emphatic begins to play. Vixen pushes her way through the curtains, but her usual appealing look is a bit different tonight, her face filled with disgust. She has the Bombshell Championship draped over her shoulder and a microphone in her free hand. She looks directly at Kraven, who stares right back at her with the same amount of venom. He soon breaks and offers her a slow clap, muttering away from the microphone as he points to the belt on her shoulder. Vixen narrows her eyes at him as she raises the microphone to her lips, the music fading as she does so.
Vixen: Kraven, you disgust me. And if I didn’t think I could be any more disgusted, Spike has told me all about you. Each and every detail adds to my disgust for you, making it grow more and more.
Kraven: That is only because you haven’t gotten acquainted with me just yet. Let me tell you a little bit about myself… I like long walks on the beach, candle lit dinners, puppies…
Vixen motions gagging slightly at his attempt at humor then holds up her hand.
Vixen: Enough! How dare you talk bad about a great man like Spike. I won’t listen to your sarcasm and your pathetic excuses and justifications for your actions last week. Just remember that what is done in the dark will be brought to the light. Oh and another thing...always make sure you finish what you start otherwise it may come back to haunt you in the end.
Kraven nods his head as he steps over to the ropes. He places on leg over the middle rope as he sits down on it, waving Vixen to the ring. Vixen shakes her head as she points up to the Tron. Immediately, it switches over to Spike Staggs sitting in bed with a web cam. His face is still bruised, and we can see little of the rest of his body. The fans cheer loudly, and Spike smiles weakly in response. Kraven’s jaw drops before anger fills his face. He raises the microphone to his lips, gasping in breath as he prepares to speak.
Spike: DON’T… speak, Kraven. You interrupted me last week, so I say it’s only fair that I get the same opportunity this week. However, instead of using the same chair that Mark Ward used to shatter my knee back in 2005, like you did… Yeah, that wasn’t lost on me, even if it was lost on everyone else… I plan on using the most powerful weapon of all… my words!
Kraven: How noble…
Spike: ZIP YOUR FUCKING TRAP, KRAVEN!!!
Crowd: *POP*
Spike: You are nothing more than a sycophant, Kraven. You have all of these delusions of grandeur, like you own SCW. You’re nothing more than a backstabbing coward who has his hand in everyone’s pocket, paying others to do your dirty work for you. You did it with my uncle, but I will be damned if I will let you do it to me! Swing all of the chairs you want. Break every bone in my body, Kraven… But so long as I am still breathing, you will never be safe.
Crowd: FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP! FUCK HIM UP!
Spike: You only think you’ve killed me, Kraven, but trust me when I say that you’ve only opened my eyes. You’ve unleashed the beast within me, and I vow to you, in front of the fans, that I will tear you down, limb from limb, and I will feast on your heart…
Kraven: Ooooh… can I watch?
Spike; Front row seat, motherfucker… You will regret shattering my knee again. You will regret threatening my family, and you will regret calling me out, because what else have I got to lose at this point?
Kraven bounces up and down a few times on the ropes, adjusting his position slightly. He tilts his head back as if he were pondering the question. He quickly looks back to the screen with his eyes narrowed.
Kraven: Plenty…
Kraven stands up, stepping back inside of the ring. He leans against the ropes for a stare down with Vixen and Spike at the same time. Spike narrows his eyes as he stares back. This goes on for nearly a minute before the signal on the Tron fades to black and back to ringside. Vixen drops the microphone as she continues the stare down while “Unleashed” begins playing again.
Inside the ring, a table with seats either side. Two microphones rest on the table, as does a leather folder. Justin Decent stands in the ring.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the co-owner of Sin City Wrestling, Christian Underwood.
And the crowd cheers as immediately the beat of EMF's "Unbelievable" starts to play over the Matadome's sound system. The crowd stands and looks back toward the entrance stage and their anticipation ends as Christian steps out onto the stage with his arms held open wide and he pivots in a circle, drinking in the cheers. With a smile on his face, the co-owner of SCW makes his way down the aisle, slapping the hands reaching out toward him. Arriving at the six-sided ring, Christian jogs up the ring steps and then steps between the top and middle ropes, setting foot inside of the ring.
The Co-Owner beckons the fans with his hands for louder cheers and they happily oblige, much to his own laughing delight. Christian then walks over to the table adorned with the SCW banner and the much anticipated and unsigned contract andd picks up one of the house mic. Once the cheers die down, Christian addresses everyone.
Christian: It is time to make everything official! In just two weeks from today, at the Pyramid Gymnasium in Long Beach, California, 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward...
The sound of the name immediately ignites the ire of the crowd and they begin to boo. Christian smiles and holds up his hand, hoping to ease the noise down so that he might continue.
Christian: ... Will take on Nicolas L. Blair!
And at the sound of the ominous name of the 'Uncaged One', the fans begin to rally and cheer.
Christian: Yes, en route to his grand retirement from the sport, Hot Stuff will face one of his oldest and most dangerous opponents he ever faced in years past! As Mark himself would state, Lucifer himself has been unchained and set free of his cage, and so, without further ado... 'HOT STUFF' MARK WARD!
"Midnight/Tornado" by Skid Row blasts out from the speakers. Hot Stuff walks out from the top of the ramp, a tired look on his face and his hair all over the place. He doesn't wait for the fireworks, he just walks to the ring. He slides under the rope and quickly stands up and moves towards the table, grabbing a microphone from the table as the music cuts off.
HS: Look at me, Christian.
Christian looks Hot Stuff up and down.
HS: This is what you've done to me by letting the monster free to walk amongst us! This is your doing!
Christian: Look at yourself, Mark. I don't mean in the 'I'm so pretty I can't tear myself way from the mirror' way, either. No, I mean I want you to REALLY look at yourself! For Christ's sake! And considering who we're discussing, I use that name literally! If anybody has done this to you, you've done it to yourself! You have never -- never -- let anyone inside of your head the way that you've let Nicolas Blair in! Not even Billy James got to you, the way that Blair has these past few weeks! You told me that you wanted the absolute best competition for the road to your retirement. That's what I did. I went out, and I found it. Him. Blair is doing nothing different to you now that h didn't do years ago in GXW. The only differenc is, now ... you're letting him.
Hot Stuff turns his head, looking away from Christian before raising the microphone to his lips once more.
HS: All damn night, that smoking bastard has messed with my damn head. All night, he's been playing mind games, all damn night, he's been messing with me, and this is your doing Christian.
Hot Stuff walks behind the table and leans down on it as he sits down. He lifts his feet up and puts them on the table.
HS: So why don't you introduce the devil so I can sign this contract and get as far away from him as possible.
Christian sighs and goes to begin the introduction of Mark's opponent, but it seems the tast is unneeded, or not wanted.
The tones of ‘Tubular Bells’ start to trickle into the arena, mirroring the sight of smoke beginning to spill out of the entryway. Nicolas Blair walks out, hearing the tumult of the crowd. He pauses, reaches into his long red coat and pulls out a cigarette and a lighter. After pulling one long drag on his cigarette, he continues his trip down to the ring.
Blair pauses on the ring steps, taking in the sight of the bedraggled Mark Ward. As his eyes meet Mark’s, he gives him a da
ling bright smile. Ward starts to charge.HS: You son of a-
Christian: Easy, Mark. Come on in, Nicolas.
Christian sits on the middle rope and parts them for the still-smirking Blair to slink in. Keeping a wide berth from Mark Ward, Blair circles the ring. He holds up a hand gauging the fan response as he circles. The fans boo the fuming Ward. When Blair finally reaches Christian’s side, he accepts the microphone.
Blair: Please, allow me to introduce myself. I am Nicolas L. Blair, and I am Satan made man.
Ward glowers at Blair. He holds up his own microphone.
HS: Spare us all the catchphrases, Blair. We’re here for a reason. Sign the damn contract and get the Hell out of the ring before I beat you black and blue right now.
The crowd bu
es…Blair just grins. He turns to Christian.Blair: Is that your business partner? No wonder he wants to retire. Listen to his terrible business decisions, wanting to give away a marquee fight for free. It’s a good thing that I returned to wrestling with the agreement that Mark Ward would not lay finger ONE on me until our scheduled match. These fans deserve to see the fight they’ve been promised, not some slack-jawed brawling during a contract signing.
Ward fumes, pushing his hair out of his face and starting to pace. Christian’s expression turns into a scowl.
Christian: Enough baiting, Blair. Mark’s right about one thing – let’s get this over with. On the center of this table is the official contract for your match at Blaze of Glory III. The match is set for one fall, with a sixty minute time limit. As Nicolas…so KINDLY reminded us all, Mark cannot put his hands on him until the ring of the bell for that match. Now…Gentlemen?
Blair pulls out one chair from the table and holds his hands out as if he is offering Mark Ward a seat. Ward gives him the ‘up yours’ sign with an arm and pulls out the other chair, sitting down with a slam.
Blair smoothly shrugs, and has a seat in the chair he’d pulled out. Ward grabs the contract, flips it open to the last page and signs it with a flourish. He flips the papers across the table to Blair. Blair frowns, flipping it open to the last page.
Blair: I can’t sign this.
Ward slams his hands on the table.
HS: You bastard! Sign the goddamn contract so I can beat your ass back to the ninth circle of Hell where you belong!
Christian: Damn it, Blair, you told me you’d sign! This is the entire reason I found you in the first place!
Blair: Gentlemen, gentlemen. You didn’t let me finish. What I meant to say, was that I can’t sign this contract with this paltry pen.
Blair held up the ink pen with his thumb and forefinger as if he’s picking up a rotten banana peel. He flips it at Mark Ward, who just glowers as the pen bounces off of his pectorals. The smile vanishes from Nicolas Blair’s face.
Blair: I already told you, Mark Ward…this ‘retirement’ of yours is a farce. I will not allow it. Mark Ward, you are a worm, a despicable, worthless waste of human flesh. You may say that I belong in the ninth circle of Hell, but it is my job to pull you down with me, kicking and screaming all the way. You want retirement? You want peace and satisfaction? YOU DON’T GET TO HAVE THESE THINGS!
Blair is on his feet now, and so is Ward. Ward’s fists are at the ready, and he is practically begging Blair to start this fight right now.
Blair: This match is not going to be the next on the ‘Hot Stuff’s Greatest Hits’ DVD. It is not going to be your happy send-off on your way to retirement. I am going to beat you so badly, so thoroughly, so completely, that you will NEVER be able to wipe your humiliation from the minds of the fans. And you will never be able to retire; you’ll never be able to stop. You will spend the rest of your life trying to wipe the shame from your record. Your broken body will scream for relief every morning you wake up and prepare for your next match floundering at the bottom of the card, and it will never receive that relief. A match like this, I cannot sign with some mere, platry ink pen, you fool. A contract like this, there is only one appropriate way to sign it.
Blair reaches into his coat, causing Christian to leap between the two fighters…but he merely pulls out a fancy calligraphy pen.
Blair: THIS is how you sign a contract to destroy a man’s life.
In one fell motion, Blair STABS the pen into his own outstretched arm, grinning at Ward the entire time. He twists the pen back and forth as Christian winces. A stream of crimson starts to trickle out of the wound. Blair pulls the pen out, grabs the contract, and signs it with zeal.
Blair sets the contract back down on the table…holds up the pen…and slides it across the table to Mark Ward.
Christian: Mark…Mark! Mark, you already signed it. You don’t have to-Mark! Put the pen down!
Christian’s protestations fall on deaf ears, though. Staring a hole through Blair, Mark picks up the pen…slowly turns its nib downwards…and plunges the razor-sharp tip into his own arm. Not taking his eyes off of Blair for a second, Mark scrapes a large “M W” across the contract. The fans are frenzied at the sight of the blood. Ward breaks the pen in two and throws it out of the ring. Christian, sensing that this signing is breaking down, picks up the microphone and turns to the crowd.
Christian: So, there we have it, Ward vs. Blair at-
BAM!
As Christian is speaking, Blair leaps up on the table and dives onto Mark Ward! Railing him with lefts and rights, the crowd erupts into deafening cheers as Ward rolls around on the mat, trying to cover up.
Christian: Damn it!
Christian drops the mic and grabs Blair around the waist, yanking him off of Mark Ward. Blair holds up a hand covered in the blood from Ward’s puncture wound. With a dazzling smile, he wipes the blood on his face. Ward rolls out of the ring, fuming.
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: The following is our main event of the evening and is a Bombshell tag team match scheduled for one fall…
“The Ruler and The Killer” by Kid Cudi starts to play as purple lights desend onto the arena. The crowd starts to chant Party Horde and it quickly builds in intesity as Karina steps out with a large group of people. The gathering of people are all wearing Party Horde T-shirts and quickly fill the ramp. Aleksei Koji is right up front with his sister.
Justin: Intorducin first, from the Carpathian Mountains in Romania…weighing in at 116 pounds….Karina Koji!
Adams: Aleksei Koji is with his sister. The orginal king of the Party Horde is here.
The group moves down the ramp together getting the crowd hyped up as they move. Karina strides at the front drinking from a bottle of Kracken rum and when she reaches the ring she rolls in after handing the bottle off. Her crowd surrounds the ring chanting Party Horde as Karina climbs a turnbuckle. When the music stops the crowd goes back up the ramp but Aleksei remains.
The opening lyrics of “Scream” by the Mistfits hits over the pa.
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa 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.
Justin: Her partner…from Juneau, Alaska…weighing in at 128 pounds…she is the Punk Princess…Amy Marshall!
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, ignoring her partner, where she climbs the turnbuckle and raises her arms high before blowing a single kiss towards the crowd. Amy then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits for her opponents to be announced.
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 rises up from underneath with Ex at her side, and Sara following behind.
Justin: From the Isle of the Gods…weighing in at 127 pounds…she is the reigning SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion…the Goddess of the Dead…Necra Octavian Kane!
Sara has her head lowered never raising her eyes to the crowd. Necra leads a black panther on a leash in front of her, and the Bombshell Roulette Title on her shoulder, as they head down the ramp way. Necra ignores the fans as they start down the ramp way. They reach the ring, and Necra kisses Ex, and hands the leash to Sara, as she bows. Ex helps her up onto the edge of the ring, and opens the ropes for her. She stands in the middle of the ring, ans she raises her hands, only to bring them down, as golden sparkles fall onto the crowd.
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: Ander her partner…from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada…weighing in at 128 pounds…she is the reigning SCW Bombshell Champion…NXT’s own…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.
DING! DING! DING!
Vixen and Karina lock up immediately and the Champion pushes Karina back toward the corner and then shoves her flying into the turnbuckle.
Simone: What a display of force by the Bombshell Champion!
Following up, Vixen charges into the corner and splashes Koji, who stumbles forward and then falls right to the ground, face first on to the canvas.
Adams: Oh that’s gotta hurt!
The Champion picks Karina up off the mat and scoops her up, hitting him with a big body slam. She bounces off of the ropes and lands a big elbow and quickly covers up as Jasmine drops to the mat.
Simone: We have the first pinfall attempt of the match.
One!
Two!
Crowd: Three!Simone: And a kick out by Koji.
Still laying on the mat, Vixen picks Karina up and whips her into the ropes. As she comes back toward the champ, she hits her with a hard clothesline that sends Koji tumbling through the air.
Adams: Did you see that?!
Simone: She nearly took her head off! Koji has to make a tag.
Amy Marshall is in the corner clamoring for rival and partner, trying to get her motivated. As Vixen goes to grab Karina by the head she is met with kick to the face, sending her man back a few steps. Seizing her opportunity, Karina runs up to Vixen and dropkicks her in the face, which sends the champion down to the mat. Koji leans over and tags her partner Amy who jumps up into the ring.
Adams: We may finally have a match.
As Vixen tries to get up she is stuck in the face with another dropkick, this time by Amy. The former Bombshell Roulette Champion goes for an arm bar submission attempt but the much stronger Vixen pushes her off almost immediately.
Simone: She’s gonna need a lot more power if she’s gonna try that on Vixen.
Amy goes to work on the legs of Vixen, grabbing them both and then kicking the inside of her knees. She bounces herself off of the ropes and then hits a big leg drop, and Vixen looks hurt. Amy gets up and taunts the crowd a bit to a mixed reaction.
Simone: This crowd is certainly divided here in Northridge!
Marshall bounces off the ropes one more time and then drops a standing splash on Vixen.
Adams. She’s going for the cover!One!
Vixen immediately throws Amy off. The two women get up at the same time and Vixen lands another vicious clothesline sending Amy airborne.
Simone: Oh my god, that came out of nowhere!
Vixen, seeing her opportunity, makes the tag to her partner, Necra.
Adams: Here comes the Roulette Champion!
Kane slips in between the ropes and kicks Amy in the face as she tries to get up and then taunts the crowd.
Crowd: POP!Simone: Some love for the Bombshell Roulette Champ here in Northridge!
Necra picks Amy up and sends her flying into the corner. Marshall bounces off of the ropes and stumbles toward the center of the ring where Necra is standing. She grabs Amy and hits her with a powerslam and then goes for the pin. Jasmine drops for the count.
Adams: This could be it!
One!
Two!
Adams: Three!!!
Simone: No! She kicked out!
Jasmine holds up two fingers and the match continues. Necra picks Amy up off of the mat and goes to whip her into the corner again but Marshall reverses the whip sending Kane into the opposite corner. She runs up and clotheslines Necra in the corner, knocking her opponent down to mat. Amy climbs to the second rope and signals to the crowd.
Simone: What’s the Punk Princess gonna do here?
Amy hits Necra with a flying forearm splash and then goes for a cover. St. John drops for the pinfall attempt.
One!
Two!
Simone: She’s got her foot on the ropes!
A frustrated Amy Marshall slaps her hands together three times, showing Jasmine St. John her disapproval. She picks up Necra by the head and walks her over to where her partner Karina Koji is standing and makes the tag. Koji gets in the ring and together they send Amy into the ropes and double clothesline her.
Simone: Some surprising teamwork by the rivals.
Adams: Could this be a sign of make up sex?!
Amy leaves the ring and DVD goes to work on Necra. She puts her head under her arm and lifts her high into the air in a vertical suplex and then sends her crashing down to the mat hard. She bounces off of the ropes and drops a knee right in her face. She goes to pull Necra up but the Bombshell Roulette Champion hits her with a fist in the gut, sending Koji knees first on to the mat. Standing in front of the kneeling Karina Koji, Necra kicks her square in the face sending a loud SMACK through the arena.
Crowd: Oooh!Adams: That couldn’t have felt good.
Necra makes the tag to Vixen and the Bombshell Champion comes back inside the ring. She picks Koji up and hits her with a hard backbreaker. Vixen picks her up for front powerslam but Koji counters in mid-air and sends the Foxy One down to the mat onto her back in the center of the ring. A hurt Koji slides over to the corner but as she reaches for the tag, Amy Marshall hops off of the apron leaving her partner stranded in the ring.
Crowd: BOO!Simone: Koji has just been double crossed!
Adams: Damn! There goes my chance for make-up sex!
Karina looks at Amy in shock. Seizing her opportunity, Vixen grabs Karina from behind and sets her up.
Simone: Here it comes! The FOXY DROP!
As the Vixen goes for her finisher Karina revers and rolls her up, St. John drops for the count.
Adams: Small Package!
One!
Two!
Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Simone: Karina Koji has just pinned the Bombshell Champion!
Karina’s celebration is short lived as Amy runs in to the ring and attacks the Party Horde leader.
Crowd: BOO!Simone: Come on is that necessary?
The two women go after each other as Jasmine steps in between the two, restraining Marshall from any further aggression. Aleksei gets in the ring and pulls Karina back and the two step out of the ring.
Adams: A bit of pandemonium here, Belinda.
Simone: Tensions are certainly running wild, Jason.
After the Kojis leave St. John escorts Amy Marshall out of the ring, leaving the Bombshell Champion alone with the current Bombshell Roulette Champion. Vixen, still on her knees and upset from her defeat turns to see Necra walking toward her holding both Championship belts. Vixen stands up and steps up to Necra.
Adams: Uh oh.
Necra throws her Roulette title up over her left shoulder and then holds the Bombshell title up in front of her, looking it over and then staring at Vixen. The two have a standoff for a moment before Necra hands over the belt to Vixen. The Foxy One lets out a small smile before holding her title belt high in the air to loud cheer from the audience. Necra returns the gesture by holding up her title and the Northridge crowd goes nuts.
Crowd: BLAZE OF GLORY! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! BLAZE OF GLORY! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!Simone: There you have it folks…title versus title, Champion verses Champion. What a historic night Blaze of Gory 3 will be. Until then, this is Belinda Simone…
Adams: and Jason Adams…
Simone: See you in two weeks folks!
The screen cuts out as it focuses on the Champions in the ring.
Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Sam, Court, The Lord MK, Aleksei, Derek, Roxi Johnson, Mercedes Vargas, Sean Jackson, Nicolas L Blair. Also to Vixen for the great match banners and to everyone for making this a top show!