The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Cairo Military Academy Stadium in Cairo, Egypt . 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 Cairo Military Academy Stadium right here in Cairo, Egypt 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 black, lycra catsuit and Egyptian headdress, sashays out with four backup dancers dressed in Egyptian loin cloths, jewelry and head dresses.
Amanda: Well I said he had a lot of potential
Well now I knew he didn't have any money
Oh Queen of Denial
He was only misunderstood
You know he really didn't mean to treat me so bad
You know he wanted to be good
And I swore one day I would tame him
Even though he loved to run hog wild
Just call me Cleopatra everybody
Cause I'm the Queen of Denial
Yeah that's why he couldn't buy me a ring
Oh and just because he bought himself a brand new pick-up truck
Really didn't prove anything
Yeah he never had to say he loved me
I could see it every time he smiled
Just call me Cleopatra everybody
Cause I'm the Queen of Denial
Buyin' all his alibis
Queen of Denial
Floatin' down a river of lies
A mummy walks out onto the stage, jamming on a guitar.
Amanda: Well I'm not gonna jump to conclusions
Oh Queen of Denial
Or throw away this perfect romance
Oh even though I caught him dancin' last night
With a girl in leapord skin pants
Yeah, he's probably stuck in traffic
And he'll be here in a little while
Just call me Cleopatra everybody
Cause I'm the Queen of Denial
Buyin' all his alibis
Queen of Denial
Floatin' down a river of lies
The tune ended with the mummy dropping to its knees with the guitar and Amanda posing in the middle of her four dancers. The crowd applauds and cheers for the opening performance as the spotlight on the stage vanishes, drowning he vicinity into darkness.
Simone: Right, well, hello, and welcome to the 80th Edition of Climax Control, live from the Cairo Military Academy in Cairo, Egypt! I am Belinda Simone…
Adams: And I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing here, but let’s give it a go anyway! Though, you can call me Jason Adams!
Simone: > We’ve got a spectacular line up for you tonight, as well as some huge announcements. It was revealed last week that SCW’s first ever Double Champion, Vixen, has decided to vacate the Bombshell Roulette Championship.
Adams: But tonight, we get to hear a few words from Vixen as to why she has decided to drop the belt. Perhaps she will even respond to Number One Contender, Amy Marshall’s comments on her actions?
Simone: And to get the crowd going, we’ve got an ELEVEN BOMBSHELL Battle Royal match!
Adams: That’s…Sixteen… Eighteen… Twenty… TWENTY-TWO BOOBIES! Not to mention the fact that the winner of this match will move on tonight for a shot at the Bombshell Roulette Championship
Simone: And Jason can do math… I’m shocked…
Adams: Yeah, I’ve been known to be smart from time to time…
Simone: Anyway… Next up, we get to see Bosom Buddies, Despayre and Big B take on the unlikely combination of Team NXT members, Connor Murphy and John Dough!
Adams: Jon Dough shocked the world last week when he revealed that he was a member of the New X-Tremes, and that he would be picking a partner who was also a member. Cue Connor Murphy, and we’ve got a team to come in guns ablazing. But, will it be enough to overpower Bosom Buddies?
Simone: We will find out later tonight! And what would an edition of Climax Control be without some major beef?
Adams: Careful when you say that. SCW’s Twerking Champion gets excited when you say that word. We get to see Ben Jordan take on Andrew Garcia to settle the score, but then you throw in Jamie Dean to the mix, and it gets even more wild. He’s got beef, too. Let’s just hope he keeps it in his pants!
Simone: Then we come around the bend to find one of the most anticipated match ups of the week as the Enigmatic Soul takes on Sean Jackson for the ACW Championship strap.
Adams: Creatures unite as Hardy takes another shot at gold tonight. He seems to have taken a darker turn, but will it be enough to escape the infamous mind games that Sean Jackson plays inside of the ring?
Simone: SCW’s own Cyborg Superhero, Deavon Justice, sets to eliminate one of SCW’s biggest threats, Gabriel Stevens… That sounds so odd to say…
Adams: Then don’t say it. He’s kind of like Cher anyway, so no surname needed. Will Deavon be the one to shut Gabriel’s mouth?
Simone: Wait. How is he like Cher?
Adams: A conceited, self-serving know it all asshole, with style?
Simone: Understood… Next up, we see the Tag Team Champions, Joshua Acquin and Lucian Frost take on Landon Axel and Ethan Brody, collectively known as Guns For Hire.
Adams: Guns For Hire have been the favorites going into this match all week. I heard back in Vegas, people are betting on them, four to one. But, Frost and Acquin have been known to beat the odds, so this one is truly anybody’s game!
Simone: And last, but certainly NOT least… Amy Marshall will take on the winner of our Opening Battle Royal, with the newly vacated Bombshell Roulette Championship.
Adams: More boobies! Amy Marshall had some strong opinions of the participants of the Battle Royal, and Vixen herself… She stated that she plans to use the weakness of her opponent’s tough battle to her advantage to secure the championship. Will she make good on her promise and regain the Bombshell Roulette Championship?
Simone: I don’t know, stay tuned to find out!
Adams: And without further blabbering, let’s get started with the action…
Suddenly the fans rush to their feet as the opening riff of Bounce by Emphatic begins to play. Stepping out on the ramp with each Bombshell title on a shoulder, Vixen smiles as the fans start to chant her name. She stops at the top of the ramp to look over the sea of fans and then with a wink and a smile, she straightens and offers a salute before heading towards the ring.
Adams: Will you look at that, have you ever seen a more beautiful sight?
Simone: Well, it does look good to see the double champ out here but I wonder just what it is that she is going to do.
Adams: Haven’t you been paying attention to the introduction? She’s out here to drop the roulette belt. And they call me blonde.
Belinda says nothing but huffs angrily as Vixen climbs the stairs and slides into the ring. Adjusting the belts on her shoulders, she reaches for and is handed a microphone. Moving to the middle of the ring, she looks over the crowd before beginning to speak.
Vixen: Once again yours truly has made history by doing the impossible. I was the first and still only Bombshell to triple crown the championships. And at Blaze of Glory, I made history among all my fellow wrestlers when I became the first and only double champion in Sin City Wrestling history. And once I won both titles, the speculation began.
The crowd begins to chant her name as Vixen covers her mouth and laughs lightly.
Vixen: I seriously thought for a moment that I could definitely and legitimately defend both titles but I realize that to be the best, I have to focus my strengths on what is really important for the federation and that is being the best Bombshell Champion ever.
Adams: Oh and you are Vixen, you definitely are.
Simone: Clean up at the announcers table. And a drool bib please.
In the ring, Vixen has a serious look on her face.
Vixen: So tonight I want to take a moment and soak it in. I am the only double champion that Sin City has ever seen and then I am going to relinquish the Bombshell Roulette title…
Vixen lets her voice fade slightly as emotion begins to get to her. Suddenly “Get Ready for the Smackdown” plays drawing her attention to the ramp where Spike Staggs steps out on the ramp. Limping to the ring, he slowly mounts the stairs.
Adams: What is Spike doing here Belinda and why is he ruining my night with Vixen.
Simone: I don’t know, maybe it is the fact that he is that woman’s fiancé and he is here for her?
On the apron, Spike looks at Vixen who has walked over to hold the ropes open for him and offers her a smile as he slides through the ropes. Vixen holds out the microphone for Spike who only shakes his head negatively then slowly begins to clap. He is joined by the fans that all start to chant NXT. Spike holds open his arms as Vixen carefully walks into the strong embrace, overcome with her emotions. Spike can be seen to whisper something and wipe at a tear. Vixen takes a slow breath and then has her arm risen by Spike with a slight hop step.
Simone: Spike Staggs raising his girlfriend’s arm for the first and last time we have a double champion.
Pulling the Bombshell Roulette title from her shoulder, she looks at Spike then the belt before gently folding the ends towards the middle and lifts the title once more, her other hand resting lightly on the Bombshell title as Bounce once again fills the arena. The pair leave the ring to walk back to the back when Vixen stops and motions for them to stop her music.
Vixen: I just have one thing to add to my vacating the title and that is to remind all the Bombshells in this battle royal and Amy Marshall that I was never defeated for the Bombshell Roulette title. I never had my shoulders pinned to the mat nor did I submit. So ladies, the question will be there...if I had kept the title and defended it, would you have been able to beat me for it?
With that, Vixen hands the microphone to the sound tech as she and Spike make their backstage.
Justin Decent: The following contest is an over-the-top Battle Royal to determine Amy Marshall’s challenger for the Main Event! Introducing first…
The camera opens on the beautiful city of Cairo lit up in every direction, before it falls on the Giza Plateau where the Legendary Sphinx sits protecting the Pyramids that loom over the city of Cairo. Bright lights light up the night around them, casting their shadows into the desert, as we see mist rolling in from around the head of the Sphinx. As it clears we see Necra standing on top of the head as the crowd cheers loudly.
Necra: Welcome to the land of Kings and Magic! Tonight the SCW is coming to you live from the land of the Pharaohs and my home. I welcome you to watch as the city of the ancient ones becomes the playground for us tonight. May the Gods watch over us this night, as we shed blood upon the ground, and destroy those that stand in our way. Now let the games begin...
With that the camera moves in close as her eyes flash blue, and the house lights go out, as "Gold Lust" begins to play over the loud speakers. Two golden spotlights go over the crowd as the tron comes to life with flashes of the different temples, and other tourists spots in Egypt, mixed with Necra's triumph's in the ring as well as some of her matches.
Simone: What an entrance Necra has here tonight.
Adams: That's for sure. She's not leaving anything to chance is she.
As the spotlights come to a stop at the back of the stage, two lines of men and women make their way down the ramp with Necra's banners in hand. Ex appears ahead of a small procession followed by Stacy dressed in long flowing robes, carrying a strange looking book in her hands.
Justin Decent: Making her way to the ring at this time, weighing in 127lbs...
Behind them a golden barge carried by four rather large men wearing a mask of Osiris, Thoth, Set, and Anubis. On the barge there lay a figure with a golden death mask upon them. They make their way to the ring, as if lost in trace carrying the barge, until they reach the ring. Anubis, and Osiris remove the mask, revealing Necra within. She sits up with the crook and flail in her hands, and the golden crown of upper and lower Egypt upon her head. Ex helps her off the barge and she walks up the ring steps as Ex lowers the ropes and she slides in.
Justin Decent: And hailing from the Isle of the Gods... She is the Queen of Death, the Black Lady, The Goddess of the Dead, and your Pharaoh NECRA OCTAVAIAN KANE!!!
Simone: She looks like she's ready for a fight here tonight.
Adams: If I were her I would be too. She has to face 10 other Bombshells just for a chance at facing Amy here tonight.
She raises her arms to the sky, as lightening hits each of the posts, and burst into flame as they do. Golden and black sparkles falls onto the crowd and in the ring, as she lowers her hands, and removes the crown, and hands it to Sara, along with the crook and flail, as she waits for the match to begin.
Simone: Wow! What an entrance!
Adams: That's why the crowd is here tonight! They get to see the last true Goddess to walk the earth. Just listen to them.
The crowd cheers wildly, as Necra looks around with a smile on her face.
Simone: What a start to the show!
Justin Decent: From Watford, England, standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 140 pounds, she is… ”THE PRODIGY” LIZZZZZZZIE SHORRRRRRRRRRT!!!
The guitar intro to “Love Bites” by Halestorm begins to blare over the PA System and once the vocals hit Lizzie Short comes out with Marty McFarge and the Skar Bros. by her side, she marches down to the ring and enters it whilst waiting for her opponent..
Justin Decent: Introducing next… From Dunedin, New Zealand, standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing in at 127 pounds, she is… EMMMMMMMA ROOOOSSSSE!!!
The beginning of “Able to Love” by Benny Benassi plays as Emma Rose walks out onto the stage. She blows kisses to all of the cheering fans as she makes her way down the ramp with Ben Jordan. She walks to the edge of the ramp before running and jumping onto the apron. She gets inside and sizes up Lizzie as her music fades.
Justin Decent: And next… From Los Angeles, California, standing at 5 feet 8 inches and weighing in at 116 pounds, she is… VERRRRRONICA TAYYYYYYYLORRRRR!!!
Chick Habit by April March hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing as the camera pans and from the back enters Veronica Taylor with an arrogant smirk on her face. As the fans boo her she yells at them to shut up before striking a series of arrogant model poses which gives her some cat calls from the men but mostly boos and then she keeps up her walking the run way strut down to the ring stopping now and again to taunt the fans and show herself off with some poses showing off her sizzling ring attire and entrance jacket, before climbing the ring stairs and stands on the ring side doing another arrogant model pose before whipping her boots off and then she orders the ref to hold the ring rope down which he does she then enters the ring walking around with her hands in the air posing some more yelling at the fans to shut their disgusting mouths and take a look at true beauty and class or something along those lines as her music cuts she waits for her opponent, as she takes off her necklace and places it in the corner she then stands by it leaning on the ropes as she watches Lizzie and Emma.
Justin Decent: Introducing next… From Caledon, Ontario, Canada, standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 130 pounds, she is… ELLLLLLLLLLECTRRRRA STYYYYYYYYLES!!!
"Electric" by Shawn Desmond plays and Electra makes her way to the top of stage. The crowd roars and she blows a kiss out to them then starts to walk down the ramp waving to fans on the way down. She hops onto the apron then seductively slides into the ring. Once in the ring she blows a kiss with both hands out to the crowd then awaits her opponent.
Justin Decent: Introducing next… From Carpathian Mountains, Romania, standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 116 pounds, she is… KARRRRRRRRINA KOOOOOOOJI!!!
The arena goes black, then purple lights fill the arena. “The Ruler and the Killer” by Kid Cudi starts to blare from the loudspeaker and soon after it starts Karina Koji enters. She stares at the ring, seemingly unaware of the audience at first. Her oversized hoody hides most of her face and she is dragging a large metal bat behind her. When she reaches the ring she lifts up her hoody and smiles to the audience. She tosses the bat aside and enters the ring.
Justin Decent: And coming out next… From Miami, Florida, standing at 5 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 120 pounds, she is… JESSSSSSSIE SALLLLLLLLLCOOOOOOOO!!!
"WE ARE MUNICIPAL WASTE AND JESSIE SALCO IS GONNA FUCK YOU UP!"
The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of "The Art of Partying" by Municipal Waste tears the PA System a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake, the two do some headbanging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband and waiting for her opponent.
Justin Decent: Introducing next… Hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina, standing at 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 120 pounds, she is… ”THE NURSE” CYNNNNTHIA WARRRRRRENNNN!!!
“Get Well Soon by Reggie & The Full Effect” blasts all over the speakers. As it does the beautiful Cindy Warren emerges from the back accompanied by her husband James. She smiles as she is wearing a stethoscope around her neck. She holds the end to the crowd to check the life of the crowd and they welcome her with loud cheers. She grins as she stretches her arms out and slaps the hands of the people cheering her on. She slides into the ring and slowly rises to her feet. She proudly raises her hands in the air and waits for her opponent to come out.
Justin Decent: And next… Hailing from Portland, Oregon, standing at 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 120 pounds, she is… BECKYYY “RAGDOLLLL” JOOOOONES!!!
Lighting a signal flare at the top of the ramp, Ragdoll surveys the ring and arena. Wearing an open leather jacket over her ring gear with a skull mouth bandana over her mouth as she walks down towards the ring lighting her way with the flair as a thick plume of coloured smoke follows in her wake, her face highlighted by the light of the flare. Stopping before the ring she tosses it into the centre of the ring, before climbing the outside of the ring post, and surveying the arena one more as the arena lights fade up, as she drops into the ring ready for her match, smiling as she slowly pulls down the bandana so it sits around her neck as a member of the ring crew takes her jacket and the now burnt out flare.
Justin Decent: We’re almost there, I promise! Coming out next… From Buenos Aires, Argentina, standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing in at 127 pounds, she is… MERRRRRCEDEEEES VARRRRRRRRGAAASSSSS!!!
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Simone: That ring is looking awfully full over there… Did the writer make the right call here?
Adams: I’m pretty sure he did! Look at all of these hungry Bombshells. There’s bound to be action galore here!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent(s) to arrive.
Justin Decent: And next… Coming to us from Dallas, Texas, standing at 5 feet 10 inches and weighing in at 143 pounds, she is… TRRRRRRRRACI PATTERRRRRRRSOOOOOOOON!!!
Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet. With that Traci walks out from behind the curtain alone. Traci then poses on the top of the stage, pointing to herself. She then walks down to the ring and slap fans hands as she goes. Traci climbs onto the apron and then slips in and walks over to the corner. She then poses on the turnbuckles while the audience cheers for her. Traci then comes down from the turnbuckle before focusing on her opponents.
Simone: I don’t know if that ring could hold one more person inside of it!
Adams: I hope so, because I was about to offer Drew some help with reffing this bad boy. You know, give some inside assistance to make sure nobody is cheating…
Once Drew Patton has finished checking Necra for any foreign objects, he steps to the center of the ring, watching all of the competitors carefully. He walks over to the ropes between Electra and Jessie, both women parting for him to exit the ring. He calls for the bell to start things off.
DING! DING! DING!
All mayhem ensues from here as Necra attacks Emma Rose, Veronica Taylor and Ragdoll go at it for the second week in a row, Electra and Lizzie pair off and there seems to be a four way brawl going on between Cynthia Warren, Jessie Salco, Karina Koji, and Traci Patterson. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the competitors, Mercedes Vargas simply sits back in the corner, and watches with a smile on her face.
Adams: How cheap is that? Mercedes is taking advantage of the numbers situation here, being the odd woman out.
Simone: There are no rules against it, though, Jason. She’s simply playing it smart.
Off to the side, Veronica Taylor rakes the eyes of Ragdoll, quickly scooping her up off of the mat and dumping her over the top rope. However, Becky holds on, doing her best to stay on the apron. Veronica gives a shoulderbutt to Becky, but it doesn’t seem to be quite enough as Ragdoll gives the same in return. This is when Mercedes charges over and grabs onto Veronica’s hair, flipping her over the top while sending her flying into Ragdoll. Veronica manages to stay on the apron, but Becky falls to the floor… hopping on one foot!
Adams: Looks like Ragdoll has been eliminated!
Simone: No… no… Drew is signaling that she is still safe!
Ragdoll hops over to the apron and pulls herself up. Mercedes tries to work on Veronica, stomping away, but Ragdoll doesn’t give her much of a chance, sneaking in behind her. Ragdoll clubs the back of Mercedes, allowing Veronica to slip back inside of the ring. However, across the ring, Cynthia, Jessie, Karina, and Traci are still switching it up, going back and forth with one another. Cynthia hits a high knee to Karina while Jessie hits a Dropkick to Cynthia. Traci grabs Jessie from behind and gives her a Belly to Back Suplex. Karina comes back and gets Traci with a Superkick. And like a vicious cycle, Cynthia is back to her feet Jumping Enziguri to Karina, and the fans are on their feet!
Simone: I want to say that those four are stealing the show, but all eleven of these ladies are giving us one hell of a show.
Adams: What an amazing way to kick off the show here in Cairo tonight!
Across the ring, Lizzie Short and Electra Styles are locked up, each one looking to gain the advantage over the other. Lizzie gets in a cheap shot to Electra’s midsection, catching her off guard long enough to scoop her up with a Scoop Slam, planting Electra hard on her back. Lizzie steps forward to size Electra up for a submission hold to weaken her. However, Electra surprises her with an impromptu Monkey Flip that sends Lizzie to the center of the ring, nearly getting trampled by the four-way mini battle going on out there. Lizzie rolls out of the way as Jessie goes for an Elbow Drop, narrowly missing her. As Lizzie gets back up to her feet, Electra is there to meet her with a Superkick… but Lizzie ducks it and does a leg sweep, dropping Electra on her back. Lizzie mounts Electra and begins punching away until Electra reverses it, bringing her down to the mat, and on her back. Electra returns the favor for a moment until Lizzie reverses it again. Both women go rolling.
Simone: So much action going on already, a near elimination, but nobody is actually out of this thing yet! It’s anybody’s game.
Adams: I count 22 boobies, so yep… everyone is still here!
Emma and Necra are battling it out in the corner as Emma lashes Necra into the corner. She runs up the turnbuckles and salutes the audience before crashing down with punches, counting each one out for the audience.
Crowd: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!
Emma jumps up, placing her feet against Necra’s chest as she prepares for a Monkey Flip, but the Goddess grabs her around her waist and plants her hard on her back with a Powerbomb that rocks the ring! As much as the audience loves Emma and despises Necra, despite being a native, they can’t help but cheer out at this display with a resounding “Khara!” (“Shit!”) Necra looks pleased with herself as she picks Emma off of the mat, towering over most of the other Bombshells. She picks Emma up in a Military Press Slam, ready to drop her over the top rope, but Emma isn’t quite ready to leave this match! Emma comes back with a Crucifix that brings Necra down to the mat. She rolls from under Necra and gets up, dragging Necra with her by the neck. She runs forward with a Springboard Bulldog, but Necra steadies herself, dumping Emma to the outside. Unfortunately it is only onto the ring stairs. Emma nearly loses her balance, swinging her arms wildly to catch herself.
Adams: We almost lost two of the best boobies right there! Hang on, I’ll catch you, Emma!
Simone: I’m going to pretend that you didn’t just say that… Perhaps this will serve as a wake up call to Emma to be more careful with how she maneuvers this match, because the speedster moves nearly got her eliminated right there.
Emma carefully works her way back into the ring, but Necra has taken to Mercedes Vargas and Ragdoll. The three of them go back and forth, trading harsh blows as Veronica Taylor sits back and recovers for a moment. She notices Emma Rose coming toward her and she quickly ducks behind Karina Koji as Emma swings, connecting with a clothesline to the Gypsy Bombshell. Karina quickly recovers and returns the fight with a powerful jab to Emma’s chest that knocks the wind out of her. Traci Patterson yanks Veronica by the hair as she tries to escape the line of fire. She pulls her under her arm and prepares for a DDT, but Veronica belts her in the side. She reaches into her shirt and pulls out a compact mirror. As Traci comes around to attack, Veronica blows the white powder into her face, blinding her. She swings wildly, but Veronica grabs onto her hair, tussling her around violently. She then tosses her with a hard Hairmare, planting a low dropkick to the small of Traci’s back.
Adams: It looks like Veronica Taylor has found her niche in this match. She has taken down one of the bigger of the women in this match.
Simone: Yes, and it only took a bit of cheating to get her point across. I swear, these Mean Girls find a way to get under my skin each and every time they appear on screen here.
Veronica Taylor gives a Chick Kick to Traci Patterson, knocking her over the top ropes However, she makes the same mistake many have already made, and Traci holds onto the top rope for dear life. She balances herself, letting only one foot touch the ground. Drew clears her as she comes onto the apron, blinking her eyes rapidly. Meanwhile, Lizzie Short is stomping on Electra in the corner. Cynthia Warren comes over and grabs onto the back of her head, slamming her into the turnbuckle. She tries to pick Lizzie up from the corner, but Lizzie struggles. Cynthia does her best to steady Lizzie, dumping her over the top rope. However, Lizzie latches on with her legs under Cynthia’s arms, and she uses the momentum to lift Cynthia up and over the top, crumbling to the outside!
Justin Decent: Cynthia Warren has been eliminated!
Simone: And Lizzie Short has just made the first elimination here. Quick thinking on her part!
Lizzie holds onto the ropes, doing her best as she hangs upside down. Karina Koji comes charging forward with a shoulderbutt that loosens Lizzie up, but her feet are caught in the ropes! She hangs upside down, struggling to free herself and not fall on her head! Karina works on the ropes, shaking them violently as Lizzie flails around. However, Veronica Taylor comes up behind Karina and bashes her over the head with her compact mirror, breaking it over her head. She then uses her diamond necklace to choke Karina. Veronica uses the necklace to drag Karina across the ring where she powers a breathless Karina over the top ropes and to the outside!
Justin Decent: Karina Koji has been eliminated!
Adams: That wasn’t even fair. Veronica Taylor used two foreign objects to blindside Karina!
Simone: Well, that’s the name of the game, even if I don’t agree with the tactics used… I wish somebody would just slap…
As if answering her calls, Jessie Salco spins Veronica around and slaps the taste out of her mouth. The audience cheers as Veronica looks stunned. She turns around and grabs onto Jessie’s hair, lacing her fingers into it as she shakes Jessie around. Jessie returns the favor, causing the audience to go into a frenzy as the two take center stage with their down and dirty catfighting.
Crowd: BITCH FIGHT! BITCH FIGHT! BITCH FIGHT! BITCH FIGHT!
Both women refuse to give up, screaming and growling as they bang heads together. Jessie flings Veronica to one side as Veronica flings her to the other. They both seem to make their way over to the ropes, struggling to use them to their advantage to choke the other. Meanwhile, Traci Patterson comes back inside of the ring with clear vision. She looks around, seeing two faces are missing. She walks over to Lizzie, who has finally steadied herself, standing up on the apron, trying to adjust to being upright again. Traci charges forward with a Spear that sends Lizzie flying off of the apron and into the barricade! She stomps around, trying to get back inside when Drew holds her back.
Justin Decent: Lizzie Short has been eliminated!
Adams: I hate to say this, but Lizzie accomplished something here in her… Short… time in this match…
Simone: That was much more high brow than I would have expected from you… but it still wasn’t funny…
As Jessie and Veronica war on the side of the ring, Ragdoll comes out of nowhere and clashes into both of them. Necra and Mercedes follow, trying to gang up on Jessie and Veronica. The three ladies do their best to knock both ladies over the top, working together despite their differences. This causes Veronica and Jessie to put aside their differences to fight back. Veronica hits a jab to Necra’s chest. Jessie cracks a hard Headbutt between Mercedes’ eyes while Jessie and Veronica work together to shove Ragdoll on the ground. Jessie sits on Ragdoll’s chest and holds her legs. She shouts for Veronica to go up top for a dive. Veronica smiles and obliges. However, as soon as she makes it up top, Jessie gets off of Ragdoll and charges at Veronica, knocking her off of the ropes and to the outside!
Simone: What?! That was classic!
Justin Decent: Veronica Taylor has been eliminated!
Veronica screeches at the top of her lungs as she stomps her feet. She throws a temper tantrum as Drew tries to guide her to the back. She breaks free and slides back inside of the ring. She hits a Chick Kick to an unsuspecting Jessie, sending her down to the mat. Veronica then wiggles some of Jessie’s leftover hair from her fingers, letting it fall on top of Jessie. She then happily leaves the ring and heads to the back. Meanwhile, Ragdoll exacts her revenge on Jessie, mounting her with several punches.
Adams: Former Tag Team Champions here, brawling like they was lifelong enemies…
Belinda; It wouldn’t be the first time friends turned into foes, titles or no titles.
Ragdoll stands up and stomps on Jessie a few times for good measure before dragging her over to the ropes. Jessie tries to stay grounded as Ragdoll lifts her up. On the other side of the ring, Emma Rose is paired off with Necra while Electra and Mercedes battle it out. Necra has Emma pressed against the corner, lifting her up to try to get her over the ropes. Emma does everything in her power to hang on, fighting it. Electra has Mercedes around the waist, ready to bring her over with a Belly to Back Suplex, but Mercedes wraps her legs around Electra’s waist, bearing down with all of her weight. Mercedes wraps her fingers into Electra’s hair, clawing at her to stop from going over. Eventually Electra collapses down to the mat, Mercedes covering her. However, she pushes up with a Surfboard Stretch to Mercedes, causing the former Bombshell Roulette Champion to scream out in agony as she is being worn down. Necra has Emma dangling over the edge, about ready to drop her when Emma does a handstand on the apron, spreading her legs into splits to kick at Necra’s head. The crowd goes wild at this display!
Simone: I can imagine that the image of this will be plastered across your dreams for the next ten years, right…?
Adams: ………… uh huh…
As Emma goes into a half cartwheel to get back to her feet, Traci Patterson has Ragdoll up above her head in a Military Press Slam position. She is ready to dump her over the ropes when Ragdoll slides over a little. She wraps her legs around Traci’s neck and brings her over the top ropes with a Legscissors Takedown. They barely miss Emma who tactically keeps Ragdoll spinning, sending her over the ropes as well… but she holds on, saving herself.
Justin Decent: Traci Patterson has been eliminated!
On the apron, Emma and Ragdoll take turns batting at one another, trying to knock the other off of the apron. Emma works her way inside of the ring as Ragdoll attempts this. Emma gets in first and rams her shoulders into Ragdoll’s stomach, doubling her over. However, Ragdoll refuses to give in as she rolls in under the bottom ropes. Emma runs her hands over her head in frustration, but she doesn’t have much time left when Electra comes up behind her with a well placed Running Knee to the small of Emma’s back. Emma crashes into the ropes, and Electra stomps down on her, running her into the mat. Meanwhile, Necra and Jessie are locked up in the center of the ring. The much bigger Necra overpowers Jessie who is more known for her aerial skills rather than her power. Necra charges Jessie into the corner where she lifts her up by the neck. She presses Jessie’s back against the turnbuckle, in an attempt to push her to the outside, or at least break her in half. Jessie fights it with everything she has in her until Mercedes walks over to the corner to assist Necra!
Adams: For someone who doesn’t seem to care much for Necra, I’m surprised that Mercedes is now helping her.
Simone: As big of a threat as Necra is in this match, being a two time former Bombshell Roulette Champion, I am surprised as well. But, if you see an opportunity to eliminate an opponent, you had better seize it while you still have some gas left in the tank.
Jessie screams out in pain, but it turns to fear once the pressure is off of her back. She struggles as the two ladies push her backward. She hugs onto the ropes as both ladies begin to kick at her. She can’t take it any more and she falls to the outside. Necra and Mercedes high five one another, but Necra pulls Mercedes in and hits a Fisherman’s Suplex that rocks the ring. Unbeknownst to her, Jessie has been watching her fellow competitors, holding onto the top rope. She dangles as she adjusts herself, bringing herself back onto the apron. She turns around to see Emma and Electra still going at it, with Ragdoll approaching. She sees Necra pulling Mercedes up to a standing position, and an idea hits her. She leaps up onto the top rope and catapults herself off with a hard hitting Cross Body to all five of her remaining competitors!
Crowd: FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap*
Simone: I have to give her some major credit there. That took a lot of skills there!
Adams: How’s that for all boobs and no brains? Although, there is still a lot of boob there…
As all six ladies lie down on the mat, trying to regain their composure, a man marches through the curtains and down the aisle. The audience boos as Cyrus, Roxi Johnson’s recent “friend?” appears. He comes to the head of the ring and stares intensely inside of it. After a moment, he pounds the mat in frustration as he stares directly as Electra Styles.
Simone: What is this jackass doing down here? He has absolutely no business at ringside!
Crowd: ASSSSSSSHOOOOOLE! ASSSSSSSHOOOOOLE! ASSSSSSSHOOOOOLE!
He pays no mind to the fans as he gives the mat one more pounding. He paces back and forth, running his hands over his head as Electra pulls herself up. She stares over at him, but makes sure to gain distance from him. She walks right into a Dropkick from Ragdoll that sends her flying over to the ropes. Electra pauses at the ropes, still caught off guard by Cyrus’ presence. She sees Ragdoll charging at her, and she leans down, lifting Ragdoll up and over. Ragdoll lands on the apron and grabs onto Electra’s neck. She drops down to her knees, cracking Electra’s neck on the ropes. As Electra falls down, Cyrus shouts out at her. Ragdoll comes back inside of the ring, and is blindsided by Jessie Salco. Jessie lifts Ragdoll up and prepares to make short work of her, but Ragdoll flips forward with a Hurricanrana before Jessie can get close enough to the ropes. Ragdoll is feeling winded now as she lifts Jessie off of the ground. She prepares to deliver the same fate to Jessie that she was trying to dish out to her. She picks Jessie up in a Powerbomb position and quickly brings her over to the ropes. As she dumps her, Jessie holds onto the ropes, taking Ragdoll to the outside!
Justin Decent: Becky “Ragdoll” Jones: has been eliminated!
Ragdoll isn’t finished yet as she keeps hold of Jessie’s waist, bringing her down to the outside with a vicious Powerbomb to her former tag team partner!
Justin Decent: Jessie Salco has been eliminated!
Simone: This match just keeps on getting crazier and crazier, Jason! Can you believe the impact from those two, and to go out like that?
Adams: Four less boobies in this match… Jessie left, Jessie right… Ragdoll left, Ragdoll right… you all will be missed.
A slap can be heard from the announcer’s table, whether it be from Belinda slapping Jason, or facepalming herself. Meanwhile, Electra is recovering, holding onto her neck tenderly as she comes face to face with Necra Octavian Kane. Both women stand at the same height, and neither one is ready to back down from the other. Electra is distracted enough by Cryus’ presence at ringside that Necra scoops her up quickly. Electra, however, has enough sense about her to kick her legs, swinging around so that she gathers Necra into a Tornado DDT. Once she has Necra down, she stares back at Cyrus, muttering a few words to him. He mutters back, giving her a slow clap. He shouts something at her that is inaudible over the cheers for Electra, and then he turns around, walking to the back.
Simone: What was that all about?
Adams: Maybe now that he’s lost Roxi, he’s looking for a new play toy?
As Electra continues to rack Mercedes’ back, Emma and Necra are seen fighting it out across the ring. Emma digs a knee into Necra’s midsection before flinging her into the opposite corner, charging right behind Necra. As Necra reaches the corner, she grabs on and leaps into the air, allowing Emma to collide with the corner. Necra comes back down and lands a fury of punches to Emma’s face from the second rope. She then falls down in a Monkey Flip that lands Emma flat on her back. Necra falls down with an Ax Handle Smash on top of Emma. She scoops Emma off of the mat and drags her over to the ropes, ready to dump her over the top. As She gets Emma up, the spunky young bombshell trips Necra up quickly, dumping her over the top ropes instead!
Justin Decent: Necra Octavian Kane has been eliminated!
Simone: That was… rather unexpected! And now there are three…
Adams: SIX!
Jason says so matter-of-factly as Emma takes a breather in the corner. At this point, Electra has given up on the stretch to Mercedes. Mercedes has her back held in pain as she moves around on the mat to alleviate some of the discomfort. Electra wastes no time in picking her up from the mat. As she does, Mercedes shoulderbutts her into the turnbuckle right behind her. She does this several times to share some of the misery that she it is. Electra holds onto her back as Mercedes lets up on the assault. Mercedes backs up and darts forward, running up the turnbuckles to wrap her legs around Electra’s neck, bringing her down with a powerful Frankensteiner. Once Electra is down flat on her back, Mercedes charges over to the ropes and hits a powerful Lionsault to Electra! Despite the fans dislike of Mercedes, they go wild for this athletic display.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Adams: Mercedes is on a roll right now while the other two seem to be close to empty.
Simone: Don’t count them out until they have been eliminated. This is still anyone’s game!
Mercedes is shaking a bit on her feet as she looks around to see Emma still hanging onto the turnbuckle, winded. She looks down to the motionless Electra, ready to make short work of her. She lifts Electra off of the mat, ready to bring her to the ropes when Emma gets her second wind. She collides with both ladies, sending them both down to the ground. She picks Mercedes off of the ground first, pressing her against the ropes with everything that she has left in her. Mercedes has just a little more strength in her as she holds it off. They engage in a power struggle as Emma gets her a little more over the top rope, she is able to fight back, stopping herself from going over. Soon as she grounds her feet, Emma grunts as she lifts her up once again. The crowd goes crazy at this display.
Simone: Neither of these ladies is ready to give up on a chance to become the Bombshell Roulette Champion.
Adams: It is down to pure determination right here, folks. Who will win the battle of will power?
As Mercedes comes back down for what seems like the one hundredth time, Electra shocks us all but standing up. She helps Emma lift Mercedes up, and Mercedes can’t hang on any longer as she falls to the outside.
Justin Decent: Mercedes Vargas has been eliminated!
Simone: And then there were “four”…
Adams: There’s only two ladies left, Belinda… Learn to count!
The audience cheers as Drew assists an angry Mercedes to the aisle. Inside of the ring, Electra and Emma give each other a high five out of respect. They each separate to give each other a bit of room for this friendly competition. They circle around one another, sizing each other up. After a moment, they rush forward, locking up with one another in another power struggle. After Emma’s exertion with Mercedes, and the size difference of the ladies, Electra overcomes Emma, pushing down on her shoulders. She slides behind Emma and lifts her up, but Emma rolls forward, bringing Electra down with a Japanese Arm Drag. Electra quickly rebounds on her feet and cracks down on Emma with a Bicycle Kick. She lifts Emma off of the mat and plants her back down with a Scoop Slam. Emma clutches her back as Electra lifts her up for another. This time, Emma falls behind her, wrapping an arm around her neck as she flies forward with a Running Bulldog.
Simone: See what I mean? Never count them out until both feet hit the floor!
Adams: These ladies have found their second wind, and being the final two is reason enough to dig deep for that energy.
Emma stands up and sizes Electra up. As Electra rises, Emma plants a Dropkick to Electra’s chest, sending her back down to the mat. Emma picks Electra up by the hair and gets ready for a Hair Mare, but Electra digs her knee into Emma’s lower back, causing Emma to let go. She scoops Emma up once more, only this time, she heads over to the ropes! Emma wiggles as best she can, but there is no stopping Electra on her mission. As they reach the ropes, Emma slides behind and scoops Electra up, sending her flying over the top ropes and… onto the apron! Emma gets excited until she sees this and then she grabs onto her hair in disbelief. The fans cheer as Electra stands up. However, Emma hits another perfectly placed Dropkick that sends Electra flying out to the floor!
Adams: I… I just don’t believe it!
Justin Decent: Electra Styles has been eliminated! Your winner, moving on to tonight’s Main Event for the Bombshell Roulette Championship… EMMMMMMMA ROOOOOOOOOOSE!!!
Simone: And just like that, in the blink of an eye, we have a winner. Nobody would have expected it, but here we are!
Emma jumps up and down excitedly as Ben Jordan slides inside of the ring. He picks Emma up off of the mat and spins her around, giving her a kiss of congratulations. She holds her arms up in the air in celebration as Ben continues to spin her around in joy.
Backstage, as Veronica Taylor is walking back from her match, she looks out for Angelica and the rest of the Mean Girls. She breathes heavily in disappointment after what happened out in the ring. As she comes by the make up mirror, expecting to find her friends, she instead finds Karina Koji, sitting at the table with a deck of cards in her hands. She shuffles them perfectly, all while keeping her eyes on Veronica. Veronica scoffs and places a hand up near Karina’s face.
Veronica: I don’t do meet and greets with fans during show times. They must be scheduled and paid for 24 hours in advance…
Karina chuckles softly at Veronica’s suggestion, wondering if it were possible for her to truly be that vapid. She continues to shuffle the cards, not saying a word as she stares at Veronica with her steel blue eyes. Veronica rolls her eyes as she places a hand on her hip.
Veronica: I know I’m beautiful and all, but it’s kind of creepy that you can’t take your eyes off of me. I don’t swing that way… and even if I did, it would be with someone much prettier than you, doll…
Karina: You are not beautiful but I am a big fan of yours. Oh ya, I have been watching for a while, you and your little group. My favorite thing you do is to find cheap ass way to eliminate me from a match that is for a title that I helped establish. I am going to be even bigger fan while I watch you try to accessorize the cast your going to need after I teach you a lesson in respect.
Veronica’s jaw drops open as she stares at Karina in shock. Karina slides herself off of the make up table, taking her time to circle slowly around Veronica, making her even more uncomfortable. Once she has made a complete circle, Karina stops and stares right into Veronica’s eyes.
Veronica: I’m… I’m sorry, but all of you gothic hooker types look the same to me. You, Amy Marshall… I didn’t remember that was you in the ring. But, you have to remember that it was the name of the game. It was you or me…
Karina: What happens in that ring is not a game little girl. Not for me, not for my fans. I am Romani bitch, I know all about games. We can play game right now. You want to play Mercy...it is my favoite.
Veronica: Look, if you are trying to scare me, then it won’t work! I’m not afraid of you, and I won’t apologize for what I did out there. It was a wrestling match, and you need to get over…
Karina lunges forward as if she is ready to strike Veronica, causing her to back up a few steps. Karina then laughs at this. Veronica stomps her foot angrily and growls in frustration.
Veronica: That wasn’t funny! Look, I don’t know who you think you are, but nobody messes with the Mean Girls and gets away with it…
Karina: Nobody? That’s funny, because I thought Amy Marshall did that two shows in a row… AND got away with it! That is fact. I might not like Amy, but she has schooled you all.
Veronica: Yeah, well she’s going to pay for it. Trust. And if you are not careful about whose toes you step on with being a sore loser, then you might just have to join her in humiliation…
Karina: Oh? Was that a threat I detected from you? Hang on, let me go back and listen again just to make sure…
In what appears to be the bulbs above the make up table’s vanity flaring for a second, a flash of light appears, blinding us for a second. Once we refocus, Karina is standing behind Veronica with her arms folded across her chest. Veronica looks around for Karina in a little bit of shock before Karina taps her shoulder. Veronica turns around, looking a little shocked, but still not pleased.
Karina: That was definitely condescension in your voice. Do you actually believe that I am afraid of you? A little girl who has other little girls fight her battles for her?
Veronica: Well, baby doll, it’s just you and me here right now…
Karina: And I like those odds…
Veronica takes a step forward, her face showing pure determination as she tries to intimidate Karina. Karina takes note of this and does the same, getting just inches from Veronica’s face. The two stand there, staring for a moment as they size each other up.
Karina: Go ahead, brunette Barbie… Make your move…
Veronica veers her arm back, opening her hand for a slap that will surely smack the taste out of Karina’s mouth. Karina practically begs her to do it with a longing stare in her eyes. Veronica swings her hand forward, but someone grabs onto it, stopping her. Veronica’s eyes flare in anger as she turns around to see Delia standing there.
Delia: Veronica… darling… You have got a lot to learn if you are going to stick around here for much longer…
Veronica: She wanted to challenge me and…
Delia’s eyes wander over to Karina, staring at her with an arrogant smirk on her face as she watches Karina return the same.
Delia: We don’t associate ourselves wi’s z’e ugly, z’e losers, or z’e rats… of z’e Bombshell Roster. Z’is one is benea’s us… She is not wor’s our time…
Veronica looks over to Karina and balls up her fist before finally lowering it to her side. She looks to Delia, and then over to Angelica, Tessa, and Holly who have all formed a half circle around Veronica and Karina.
Veronica: You’re right… she’s not even worth my time… Ratchet ass bitch…
Delia steps up beside Veronica as she sees the fire burning in Karina’s eyes. She places one hand on her hip and the other under her long, straight platinum blonde hair, waiting for Karina to make a move. She then flips her hair over her shoulder, raising her hand into the air, and snapping as she and Veronica join the other Mean Girls on their walk away from Karina. Karina watches them with a sort of dark smile on her face as they disappear down the hallway.
In the backstage area of the Cairo Military Academy Stadium, Gabriel is seen walking up along the hallway, arm in arm, with his wife, Odette Stevens. Upon seeing this reviled pair on the screen above the entrance stage, the capacity crown in the stadium starts to boo. Gabriel has a large bag slung over his shoulder, and arrives at his chosen destination, a dressing room door seemingly being guarded by..
Gabriel: Hello Despy.
Gabriel nods his head toward Big B. Gabriel then makes a motion for the door knob but Despayre jumps in front of it with his hands held up.
Despayre: You can't go in there yet, Gabriel.
Gabriel frowns, but obligingly takes a step back. Despite his new personae and animosity toward others, it is quite clear that ill will does not extend towards his 'little brother' of whom he still holds a great deal of affection toward.
Gabriel: Oh? And why is that?
Despayre answers as if it is the most normal thing in the world.
Despayre: Angel is getting changed.
Gabriel nods.
Gabriel: I see.
Gabriel turns to quirk a brow at Odette and then turns back to Despayre.
Gabriel: He got a Universal defense tonight?
Despayre shakes his head 'no'.
Despayre: Everyone's afraid to challenge him.
Gabriel: Well if he doesn't have a match, what's he getting changed for?
Despayre: Easter!
Gabriel raises a brow.
Gabriel: Easter?
Despayre: Uh huh!
Despayre nods quickly.
Despayre: He's getting changed into his Easter bunny outfit so he can hide eggs for everyone in the stands to find!
Gabriel: Despy ... I don't know quite how to tell you this... but they don't celebrate Easter in Egypt.
Despayre: Que?
Gabriel: Most of the people here are Muslim. I mean, there are some Christians, but very few.
Despayre: Mostly Muslim?
Gabriel and Odette nod.
Gabriel: `Fraid so.
Despayre huffs and turns to Big B.
Despayre: Well that's just great! He went and wasted all his money on that costume and now I gotta break the news to him!
Big B just quietly shrugs and Despayre opens the door and starts inside, then stops short.
Despayre: Uh oh!
Big B: What is it?
Despayre walks into the room, then steps back out, holding Angel in his hands ... and the teddy bear is dressed in a little black, one piece swimsuit with a cotton ball tail and bunny ears.
Despayre: Wrong bunny costume!
Gabriel just stares at the bear, then at his wife, speechless.
Backstage we catch up with Vixen, Connor Murphy, Devlin, Jon Dough and Jessie Salco standing inside of the New X-Tremes locker room. They are talking indistinctly amongst each other when the door creaks open. Pussy Willow enters the room cautiously, making sure everyone is decent before sighing in relief.
Connor: What we have here? Just me kind of willow…
PW: Oh… Sorry if I am interrupting, but I was told that an interview was requested inside of the NXT Locker Room?
Jessie: Well, we are just as clueless as you are, so you might as well join us…
Pussy nods her head as she comes further into the room. She stands close to Connor as he strokes his chin, admiring her… assets. Meanwhile, Vixen keeps watch of the door, waiting for the quite obviously missing person to come walking through the door. As if she had some sort of psychic power, the door slowly opens. Quietly walking through is Spike Staggs, slowly limping with a brace over his black jeans. He looks quite determined as he approaches the center of the room. Pussy comes over to his right as she adjusts her microphone in her hand.
PW: Hello SCW fans! I’m standing backstage with the members of NXT, and graciously joined by none other than Spike Staggs! Spike, how are you doing?
Spike: Well, other than a painful déjà vu experience with a busted knee, I’m doing peachy fucking keen… How about you?
Spike’s face shows no sign of joy or playfulness as he simply stares at Pussy. She nervously laughs, trying to avoid the obvious question. Meanwhile, Vixen rubs at Spike’s shoulders as he glares at her, not blinking.
PW: I am doing well, thank you… The fans have all been wondering about you, sending out their best, and…
Spike: Oh, is that so? Well, I’ll be… I have been sitting at home for a month without so much as a phone call, text, tweet, facebook message, and whatever other form of communication that makes acting as if you give a damn, so easy to do… Not one word from anybody. I get it, out of sight, out of mind… But, don’t you dare patronize me by acting as if these ungrateful, hate mongering fans actually missed me… I’m not stupid…
Everyone in the room goes cold silent as Spike narrows his eyes at Pussy. She looks quite uncomfortable, even taking a moment to try to think of a way to save herself. Spike leans in, his upper lip twitching ever so as he studies her closely. She laughs nervously again as he flinches in her direction, causing her to jump back a little. Spike then bursts into joyful laughter and his expression goes from night to bright shiny day in an instant. He looks around as everyone continues to stare at him as if he were a madman.
Spike: Oh come on, people… It was a joke! The fans have been nothing but supportive since I have been gone. Hell, they’ve been nothing but supportive since I retired from active competition. I guess I just had too much fun studying my old tapes.
PW: I must say, that wasn’t very funny. You had me worried, Spike… Well, now that I see you are your old self again, how is your recovery going, and what is the case with Kraven Moo…
Spike’s eyes flare open once again as he gives Pussy the evil stare. She freezes once again until Spike quickly laughs again. She sighs, and Spike gives her the look once more. He enjoys her reaction as he laughs once again. She shakes her head in disbelief as Vixen smacks his shoulder.
Spike: Well, the recovery has been a slow process as one would expect. I have been more diligent this time around with getting better so that I can get back to running Staggs Dungeon on my own again. As for Mr. Moorehead, I don’t think you will be seeing him around here for a while. At least, not if he knows what’s good for him. That nut job has been handled, and we’ll leave it at that.
PW: Now that we’ve gotten the personal stuff out of the way, what is it that you wanted to discuss? We saw a Tweet earlier today saying that tonight was going to be a big night for the New X-Tremes…
Spike: Indeed it will be. You see, I had a sit down with someone a couple weeks back, and they told me that I shouldn’t give up on NXT. They said that NXT could still make it. I didn’t believe them until they showed me proof of it. They spoke with Jon Dough here, and he was eager to join our ranks. He brought me several other names from around backstage that showed interest. And that is the key to this whole thing… Interest.
Pussy nods her head as Spike goes on.
Spike: But, I’m obviously in no shape to lead this fine group of individuals all on my own. I needed to get a little bit of help. I’m sure you can agree that this person was eager to fill in the role, having done the leg work so to speak. That person, along with the support of every person in this room, have given me a renewed hope. So without further adieu, I would like to present to you, the other Staggs in charge…
With that, the door opens up again, and Erik Staggs walks inside of the locker room. He is greeted by a surprised gasp, which is met with confusion. Erik looks around and then waves his hands innocently while chuckling heartily.
Erik: What? Me? Haha! No… I just came in to ask Spike if he could have Jamie stop…
Jamie: I just came in to ask Spike if he could have Jamie stop…
With that, Jamie Staggs walks into the room with a dumbfounded look upon his face as he mocks his uncle. Erik pinches the bridge of his nose as he sighs in annoyance.
Erik: Really, Jamie… that’s enough…
Jamie: Really, Jamie… that’s enough…
Erik: Honestly, Jamie, it’s gotten old and I’m about sick of it!
Jamie: Honestly, Jamie, it’s gotten old and I’m about sick of it!
Erik: Okay, Spike… You wanted him here, so he’s all yours… You’re stuck with him
Jamie laughs as he runs and jumps into his brother’s arms, causing him to wince in sheer pain from the knee. Jamie pulls his brother in for a hug and nods his head slowly.
Jamie: That’s right, buddy! I’m all yours! Haha!
Jamie drops down and looks into the camera with a mostly serious face.
Jamie: It’s time I paid you back for that one time the kids on the field trip to Chuck E. Cheese picked on me when I poo’d myself in the ball pit…
Spike: I still maintain that those 9 year olds shouldn’t be picking on someone twenty years older than them… Parents these days…
Jamie: Well, I’m going to be here in case anyone tries to mess with you, because… well, I didn’t come up with a snappy reason why, but I’m here! Boom! No further questions, please…
Jamie holds a hand up politely toward Pussy. Pussy simply blinks as she soaks it all in. Jamie walks away, pulling Spike with him as he goes.
Pussy: Well, there you have it… I think…? Back to you Belinda and Jason!
Simone: I’m excited to see NXT back and in full force, and I have to admit that I’m even a little happy to see Jamie back as an enforcer…
Adams: That guy knows how to party! Pussy should have asked him where he was going after the show…
Cameras backstage focus on Ninja who is meditating on a table. We see Jon Dough walking by.
Crowd: Jon Dough! Jon Dough! Jon Dough!
Is heard in the background.
Jon Dough: Hey Ninja about to get ready for my match. Want to join me at ringside?
Ninja is seen just sitting quietly still meditating.
Jon Dough: I take that as a no?
Ninja is seen just sitting quietly still meditating.
Jon Dough: Well ok you gonna wish me luck?
Ninja is seen just sitting quietly still meditating.
Jon Dough: Hey Ninja I heard Max Burke might be here tonight.
Ninja opens his eyes and looks at Jon Dough.
Jon Dough: Oh good I got your attention, so want to be at ringside?
Ninja just shakes his head and goes back to his meditation.
Justin: The following contest is a tag team match
Warrior’s Code by Dropkick Murphys begins to play as Connor Murphy comes out on stage, one arm shaking with the beat over his head as the other pulls his cigarette from his lips while holding a red solo cup. Starting down towards the ring, he jokes and smirks at the fans. Jon Dough appears behind him.
Justin: Hailing from Ottawa Ontario Canada, and parts unknown…They are Connor Murphy and Jon Dough, they are Team NXT!
Connor stops part way around the ring at the announcers table to take one final puff of his cigarette then looks for something to put it out in. Jon steps up in to the ring, bouncing off the ropes as he waits for Connor. With a smirk and a nod at Belinda, Connor motions putting out the cigarette in her drink only to wave it off and put his glass down on the table and drop the butt into it. Climbing into the ring, he wipes at his nose then smirks for the fans again.
Justin: And their opponents....
"Let's fake an answer for the curious
Let's fake it all for the fame
They'll think delivering was easy
Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies"
The immediate beat of the cult classic "Opticon" by Orgy lights up over the sound system and the crowd ignites with a fury of cheers as they know who is about to arrive. The crowd erupts in cheers as the curtains atop the stage are thrust wide open and out steps Synn, as he holds the drapes wide for the next arrival, and onto the stage emerges Big B -- with his tag team partner Despayre riding 'piggy back' astride his wide shoulders, and Angel being held high in Despaye's own hands.
"Message from Opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time
Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time"
Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Synn and Angel. At a combined weight of four hundred and sixty three pounds, they are Despayre and Big B, they are The Bosom Buddies!
Synn leads the way as the new tag team combination of the 'Bosom Buddies' makes their way down to ringside, Big B continuing to carry Despayre on his shoulders the entire way, while Despayre carries Angel on his own.
"New alien spawn we reinvent the dawn
And no one's style compares
Those neon eyes make mom and dad think
That we've lost our minds
They're just terrified of all new things"
They arrive at ringside and Synn climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open. Big B lowers Despayre so his teammate can climb off and drop to the apron where he scrambles inside of the ring, followed closely by Big B. Despayre grabs the ropes and shakes them while head banging to the beat of the music as B just stands there calmly, watching his little buddy. Synn then steps through the ropes and leads the team over toward their allotted corner while they await the start of the match while the music trails off.
"Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time
Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time"
Ding ding ding
Simone: It appears that Despayre and Jon Dough are going to start off what will prove to be a very competitive match.
Both men lock up quick, not wasting any time. After a brief struggle, Despayre spins around Jon, hitting him with a rear head butt that causes him to stagger back. Despayre than rebounds off the ropes hitting Jon with a drop kick as he spins around to face him, Jon stumbles back and rolls up to his feet. Fans give both fighters a big pop.
Adams: I am not sure what the fans are going to do with this match. Everyone in the ring is liked. It is messing with my head.
Simone: Take a breath...
Both men charge at each other, Desparye goes low but Jon leaps over him. They both run for the ropes but Jon grabs the ropes to stop his momentum. Despayre slows down as well smiling at Jon and shaking his finger. The two lock up again. Despayre hits a quick snap suplex and follows that with a leg drop, rolling back to make the tag.
Adams: Big B is charging in and the crowd loves it.
Simone: Its true, he is really coming into his own.
The Bosom Buddies lock arms and hit Jon with a double clothesline that sends Jon flying back down. The crowd gives it a huge pop and Big B is smiling as he picks Jon up and tosses him in the corner. Big B chases after and crashes into Jon. Big than tags in his buddy who is climbing up to the top turnbuckle.
Simone: A quick tag....
Adams: You know Big B may not be so bright but he has figured the tagging thing out.
Big B pulls Jon out of the corner only to whip him back into a huge missle drop kick from Despayre.
Adams: that almost took his head off.
Simone: I am surprised he still has his mask on. Looks like Despayre is going for the pin....
1....
2....
kick out!
Jon finds a way to kick out. Despayre points to Big B and the fans cheer him on.
Crowd: Tag him in, tag him in
Despayre gives the fans what they want and tags in his big buddy. Big B rushes in to cheers and grabs Jon as he tries to get to his feet. Big B whips him into the corner than gets on all fours. Despayre leaps off him to try to hit poetry in motion but Jon stumbles out of the way.
Adams: oh man all that tag teaming was there downfall. Despayre took a big hit off that turnbuclkle.
Simone: Big B is checking in on him, but also letting Jon go.
Jon Dough gets the tag. Both him and Connor rush in throwing punches at Big B, who shoves them away. When he turns to face Team NXT he gets a knee to the gut followed by a double DDT.
Adams: and just like that the big man is down.
Simone: And it looks like Connor is very focused on keeping him down.
Connor gives him a hard kick to the midsection as Big B gets to his knees. He than delivers a hard knee strike, pulling Big up only long enough to bring him back down with a bulldog. He than drops an elbow on the big man trying to follow that up with his vice hold, Aequitus.
Simone: If Connor can get this locked in he might just pull this off.
Big B struggles to get out of the grip as Connor fights against him to lock it in. Big B is able to get his feet under him and starts to rise with Connor on top of him. He tosses him off and takes a moment to catch his breath.
Adams: I think Big B should do his new favorite move, the tag. That was working for him.
It looks like that is just what Big is planning but Connor scrambles up sweeping the big mans legs before scrambling on him to unleash a flurry of punches. The crowd is starting to get into the match, really cheering on both guys. Big B grabs Connor and headbuts him to get Murphy off him.
Simone: Both men are now going for tags....
Despayre and Jon Dough are both tagged in. They rush in with a great deal of energy. They quickly grapple but Jon gets the upper hand, quickly bringing Despayre down with a belly to belly suplex. Jon leaps to his feet and runs for the nearest turnbuckle. He hits a shinning wizard on Despayre as he tries to rise.
Simone: Jon is trying his best to control the speed of the match now, if he can do that he can contain Despayre.
Jon is up quick again doing a graceful leap up and adding a flourish for the crowd. He stalks Despayre as he rises to his feet and hits Silent Nightmare. He goes for the pin.
1....
2...
Kickout
The crowd cheers mostly for the match to keep going on. Jon helps Despayre to his feet. He tries to whip Despayre into the turnbukcle but Jon reverses it, causing Jon to crash stumbling back
Simone: Despayre hits a floating neckbreaker!
Adams: He is up on his feet and pointing to Big B with a smile.
Despayre pulls Jon up and pulls him to the center of the ring. He hits a sitout jawbreaker, rolling to his feet he chrages forward for the turnbuckle that Big B is in. He gets a tag as he jumps to the top rope, Big gets in postion. He launches Despayre in the air for a huge frog splash.
Simone: Despayre and B call that the Buddy System and it looks amazing. The crowd is loving it.
Big B steps forward dropping a big elbow on Jon for good measure before going for the pin.
1...
2...
3!!
Big B leaps to celebrate with his partner who has run to get Angel.
Simone: It was a close match but in the end Bosom Buddies pulls off the win.
Adams: Its hard not to be happy to see grown men dance around like that.
The scene opens up with Andrew Garcia and Casey Williams talking in a quiet hallway backstage. They are approached by Max Burke.
Casey: What‘s up Andrew? You look like you got something eating at you.
Andrew: Well yeah, it is the fact I have to face my old trainer in Ben Jordan, and Jamie Dean.
Max: Business is business. Don't let it distract you.
Andrew: I‘m not so much worried about Jamie, but it is Ben I am worried about.
Casey and Max both look concerned.
Max: Listen Drew. I've stepped in there with Ben, and he's top notch. Take this opportunity to show every damn person back here just how much better you are now that you're in the right company.
Andrew:I am aware of that! Ben was my first trainer, not counting Casey, so he knows what I am capable of to a degree. All I know is that since I spat in his face, I proved that I can make an impact, even if it was at his expense. I didn’t want to associate with anyone who Casey did. I wanted to find my own group of friends, people I knew I could count on. I can obviously count on Casey, but knowing his track record towards the end of his career, I needed to surround myself with winners, like you Max, and like Duke and Hot Stuff Mark Ward.
Casey looks pissed off while Max looks to calm Casey down.
Max: Easy big fella. You're still The Freight Train Of Pain.
Andrew:I know what you are saying Max, but I need to prove myself in this match, and to the world that I am better than what my record shows, the record that symbolizes the training that I got from Ben Jordan. If I am victorious in this match, I will prove that I am better than Ben Jordan.
They shake hands with Max, and walk away as the scene fades to black.
We cut backstage to Cyrus who has been searching the building for the missing Roxi Johnson. He powerwalks down the hallway, only to run into Electra.
Electra: You can stop looking.
Cyrus: Is she here?
Electra: No. But I've got people looking, they've narrowed down where she is.
Cyrus: What does that mean? Who are these "people"?
Electra: Calm down. I'm confident we'll have her back soon.
Cyrus: How soon is soon? Why aren't you looking for her? You're the one who wanted to know so bad.
Electra: Oh, I'm sorry, but I had a match tonight! Which by the way, what the hell were you doing out there?
Cyrus: It doesn't matter. All that matters is that she comes back.
Electra: Maybe if you actually cared about her, instead of corrupting her, we wouldn't be in this situation!
Cyrus: How DARE you! If all of these idiot and phony friends hadn't confused her, she wouldn't be gone!
Electra closes her eyes and sighs, taking a breath before continuing.
Electra: Look, we're not going to get anywhere arguing with each other. When I find her, I'll bring her back. Next week, she'll be here.
Cyrus: What makes you so sure? How do I know you're not lying and keeping her away from me?
Electra: Because I have no reason to. But when I bring her back to you, we're going to have a long talk.
Cyrus: Don't you patronize me, girl. Roxi is valuable to me and I want her back.
Electra scoffs.
Electra: She's not an object. I - You know what, whatever. Just...be here next week, and I'll bring her to you.
Electra walks off shaking her head while Cyrus stares at her suspiciously.
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: The following Triple Threat Match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from London, England, weighing in at 220lbs he is “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.
Simone: We could be looking at a very good match here as three up and coming wrestlers are about to go at it!
Adams: Unfortunately for Ben one of the other wrestlers in this match is Jamie Dean!
Ben paces back and forth inside the ring as his music starts to fade indicating that the next wrestler is going to come out soon, then the lights dim and the heavy beat of "Satisfaction" by Benny Bena
i begins playing across the sound system and the crowd starts clapping along. As the lights return, they find Jamie Dean on his hands and knees, twerking his backside, facing away from the crowd much to Ben’s dismay.Justin: And his opponents, first, from Pacific Palisades, Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 169lbs from the waist down he is “The Sausage King” Jamie Dean!
Jamie then jumps to his feet and calls out to the crowd with his arms held wide. He is wearing dark shades, a black color and hot pink bow tie, black vest lined in hot pink and matching loose pants. Jamie proceeds to walk down the ramp way, slapping hands as he goes. He walks around the entire ring, slapping hands until he reaches the steps and climbs them quickly to the ring apron. Jamie turns his back to the crowd, and with his hands behind his head, he begins twerking his butt off.
Simone: Ben looks like he’d rather by Ukraine right now.
Adams: I don’t blame him!
He then steps halfway through the ropes and first grinds himself along the middle rope, then starts to 'hump' it vigorously. Jamie steps the rest of the way through and moves about the area of the ring, beckoning to the crowd for louder cheers and calling out to them. He removes his shades and then begins to sway his upper body, sliding his vest off. He points to all corners of the building, and whichever side draws the most cheers, Jamie whips his pants off to reveal his trunks. He whirls his pants in the air over his head while grinding his pelvis towards the crowd, before tossing the pants to the outside, ready to begin the match, whilst that was going on Ben quickly left the ring not wanting anything to do with the Sausage King.
Simone: Ben does realize that there’s going to be a match soon right?
Adams: Try telling him that!
Jamie quickly spots Ben and tries to entice Ben to reenter the ring to no avail, Jamie is so distracted by this that he doesn’t notice 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 an 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"
Justin: And finally, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 245ibs he is “The Orange Hulk” and “The Honorable Warrior” Andrew Garcia!
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, he realizes that Jamie is distracted and, rather than give Jasmine St. John a chance to call for the bell, he grabs the flamboyant Jamie from behind and takes him over with a brutal looking release German Suplex.
Simone: Well, so much for the Honorable Warrior.
Adams: He’s Casey’s protégé, what do you expect?
Jasmine quickly calls for the bell and once she does Andrew climbs on top of Jamie to go for the first cover of the match 1….2….and Ben breaks it up with an Elbow Drop.
Simone: And Ben Jordan with the save!
Adams: As much as he’d rather be far away from Jamie Dean right now he still wants to win the match!
Realizing that Jamie Dean is out of it for the moment Ben keeps up the assault on Garcia as he gets back to his feet and soon enough the two men start brawling near the ropes whilst Jamie recovers in the middle of the ring, Andrew goes for a clothesline on his former mentor but Ben ducks under it and hits Garcia with a dropkick that sends him tumbling through the ropes and to the floor.
Simone: Andrew took a nasty fall there.
Adams: And Ben’s setting up for a springboard move!
Ben waits for Garcia to get to his feet whilst he grips onto the top rope however whatever the top rope move was we’ll never know as Jamie is back on his feet and……
Simone: Well, it’s happened, that’s the second time in SCW history that a man has slapped another man on the ass during the course of the match.
Adams: I don’t know how to feel about that.
Ben nearly jumps out of his skin in shock as he realizes what’s happened but quickly recovers long enough to hit Jamie with a Superkick that knocks him back down to the matt, rather than go for a cover however he gets in Jamie’s face.
Ben: If anyone’s going to slap me on the arse in this company it had better be a Bombshell!
Simone: The Bombshells won’t take kindly to that.
Adams: And neither does Jasmine for that matter.
Ben ignores Jasmine’s rather choice words for him as he, with a bit of reluctance, goes for a cover on Jamie 1…..2…..and Garcia pulls him out of the ring before Jasmine can apply the three count.
Simone: And now it’s Garcia with the save!
Adams: And a clothesline for Ben!
Satisfied that his former trainer is out of it for the moment Andrew rolls back into the ring and waits for Jamie to get back to his feet, when he does Garcia goes for a Spear but the attempt is leapfrogged over by Jamie who catches Garcia on the rebound with a powerslam that slams him into the matt.
Simone: People underestimate him because of his flamboyance but they forget that Jamie is a talented wrestler in his own right.
Adams: Now if only he’d stop twerking!
Jason means that literally as Jamie has somehow found a way to Twerk whist he’s covering Garcia 1…..2….and Ben makes the save again.
Simone: Garcia didn’t do enough to finish Ben off, Jamie’s back up and has German Suplexed Ben!
Adams: And he’s going for the Big O on Garcia!
Simone: Err……
Adams: As in his finisher!
However Andrew fights out of it and Garcia grabs Jamie and hits him with his own finisher the Bust a Cap! However before Andrew can go for a cover he is spun around and Ben locks in the Crossing Jordan on Garcia!
Simone: Ben has the Crossing Jordan locked in!
Adams: Andrew has nowhere to go!
Andrew tries to make it to the ropes but is too far away and has no choice but to tap.
Justin: Here’s your winner, Ben Jordan!
Simone: Ben’s the winner!
Adams: And he’s getting out of there!
Ben rolls out of the ring, but a man in a mask step through the crowd.
Simone: Who the hell is that?
The man spins Ben around and crashes Ben with a huge clothesline. He reaches in to the crowd and pushes a fan out of the way, pulling a chair over the top of the barrier. He lines it up and Ben stands up, the man crashes him with the chair on the head. He walks away as Jamie Dean moves out of the ring, moving toward Ben. The man stands up the top of the ramp raising his arms as word "Wrath" appears on the screen.
Adams: His name is Wrath.
Wrath walks through the curtain as medical staff run to Ben. Andrew walks past Ben and Jamie, a smile on his face.
The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo’s explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro’s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. He reaches out to Justin Decent, being handed a microphone as the music fades out.
HS: So Egypt, here's how we're gonna do this tonight, I'm gonna talk, you're gonna listen, are we clear on that?
The fans boo Hot Stuff.
HS: Typical. I have a lot to get through here, so you're just gonna have to boo someone who give a crap about it. At Blaze Of Glory III, you saw me beat the devil out of Nicolas Blair again. Something I haven't done in years, something I needed to do for years. I took the real devil and I beat him in to Mr Blue Sky, Daniel Hall. I did that, because I can do what the hell I want in SCW.
The fans boo again
HS: That's one monkey off my back, and now we look towards the future. The future of SCW, sees a supercard right here in Africa, a supercard where I get to have one last match against the legendary Austin Parker.
The fans cheer Austin's name.
HS: One last match, because as Nicolas L Blair pointed out, retirement is for winners and I proved against Blair I am a winner, so on to the last big match. The ironic thing is all those years ago, I was the one who put Austin Parker in to retirement, and now he gets to do the same to me.
Hot Stuff paces up and down the ring.
HS: I am gonna go out with a bang, and there will be no more returns for me, I've seen it all, I've done it all, this is it, this is all I'm giving you in the ring.
Hot Stuff leans on the ropes.
HS: But you don't get rid of me so easily, because this is still my creation, and with all great creations, you get to do what you want with it. At Blaze Of Glory III, we saw the return of Kain, Veronica Taylor, we saw new faces appear, we saw contracts given to the likes of Gabriel, we saw people change. Hell, even last week on Climax Control, you saw debuts, and one of my favorite moments, we saw Drake Green tuck his tail between his legs and disappear in to the sunset.
Crowd: DRAKE! DRAKE! DRAKE!
HS: Fuck Drake Green, he is now part of your past!
Crowd: THANK YOU DRAKE! THANK YOU DRAKE!
HS: You see Sean Jackson with the ACW title, you see and Englishman as the top champion here, you see a new group brewing with Max Burke, Andrew Garcia, Duke Ata and myself, which is about to explode on to the scene in a huge way. You have to ask yourself why you're seeing these things happen.
Hot Stuff smirks.
HS: Because I can make them happen.
The crowd boo, but Hot Stuff ignores them.
HS: This is my place of business and I can shape it the way I want to shape it, I can...
A voice cuts Mark off from backstage.
“Umm…excuse me Mark…”
The crowd lets out a pop of a cheer as ACW Owner JJ Dixon walks out on to the stage. In his expensive he struts down toward the ring with a purpose and a small smile on his face.
JJ: You know I’m sitting backstage enjoying my $14 latte and I just couldn’t help myself. I just had to come out here and give you a piece of my mind.
Adams: This should be good.
Dixon gets up in to the ring and walks up right in front of Hot Stuff.
JJ: I was listening to you talk about all the great stuff YOU are doing here in SCW, that YOU are the reason for all of the great stuff.
HS: Ya got that right, Dixon.
JJ: Well I’ve got some news for ya, my English friend. It’s the great talent here in Sin City that is making all this happen.
The crowd cheers.
JJ: Talent from all over the world. Stars from England like Heavyweight Champion Simon Jones!
Crowd: POP!
JJ: Stars from the great country of Canada like our Bombshell Champion Vixen!
Crowd: POP!
JJ: Stars from right here in Egypt like Necra Octavian Kane!
Crowd: NECRA! NECRA! NECRA!
JJ: And of course from the great state of Texas, the man who like him or not holds the most prestigious title in all of Sports Entertainment…ACW Champion Sean Jackson!
Crowd: Boo!
JJ: I know, I know. But hey…that’s the title that Drake Green made famous.
Crowd: SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME!
Dixon smiles as HS gets an angry look on his face.
HS: No one cares about that coward and that tin pot title.
JJ: Are you sure? I mean listen to these guys, Mark!
Crowd: A-C-Dub! A-C-Dub! A-C-Dub!
JJ: I mean these people are so excited about All-Pro Championship Wrestling that they’re blinded by their faith and they don’t even realize when they’re being played.
Adams: What is he talking about?
JJ: You see…as of this morning…I am no longer the principle owner of ACW.
The crowd gets confused.
JJ: That’s right, bitches, I’ve sold the rights to your precious ACW title BACK to Hot Stuff Mark Ward.
Crowd: BOO!
JJ: You really think I did any of this for you? It was all my master plan to ruin Drake Green and send his phony ass packing for good!
Adams: I don’t believe this!
Dixon and Hot Stuff laugh and hug it out in the ring.
HS: Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the most bad ass wrestling genius in all the land…I give you JJ Dixon!
Crowd: BOO!
JJ: Ha-ha! And now that the wrestling world is finally rid of that scumbag Drake Green…I have done what I always do best. I sold out bitches! ‘Cause I’m a millionaire and you’re all losers!
Crowd: JJ SUCKS! JJ SUCKS! JJ SUCKS!
JJ: Say what you want. Did you really think for one second that I did any of this for you? You’re not worth the gum on the bottom of my $3,000 shoes. You’re all worthless losers who can’t touch this. So boo all you want. Tonight when you go home to your fat hairy wives and your miserable lives I’ll be flying to our next show on a private jet. I’ll be drinking $1,000 champagne and getting my feet rubbed my bitches you can only dream about. I’m rich bi-atch and I love it!
Crowd: BOO!
JJ: Now I’d love to sit here and waste more time making you all feel more insignificant than you already do…but I got money to spend, parties to attend, and a lady friend to smack on the rear end. Good night bitches. I hope you all cry yourselves to sleep tonight.
Adams: I don’t believe this. We’ve all been duped!
Simone: Are you really that surprised?
Midnight/Tornado plays again as JJ and HS make their way back up the ramp and off of the stage.
...When the lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, 'Come.' I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him..."
"...He is coming..."
The camera focuses on a close up shot of the six-sided ring of Sin City Wrestling, and inside of that ring is ring announcer, Justin Decent, and the referee for the upcoming contest, Jacob Summers. The bell rings to signify that it is time for the next match, and Justin begins the introductions.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish! Introducing first, he is accompanied to the ring by Odette Stevens! From London, England, weighing 230 pounds ... Gabriel!!!
“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. The crowd wait in anticipation, but Odette Ryder walks out on the top of the ramp. 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. Odette walks behind him and pulls the hood back from over his eyes, showing Gabriel’s face. Gabriel’s eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. Odette walks in front of him, opening his long coat, pulling it apart, he puts his arms to his side and Odette runs her hands down his body. Gabriel turns his head to her, with a simple nod, they start to walk to the ring. Gabriel gets outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel and Odette stands inside, waiting for the opponent's introduction.
Simone: It's hard to believe that a year ago, these two were two of the most popular in the SCW. Now, look at them. No class. No morals.
Adams: And nothing holding them back.
Inside of the ring, Odette whispers something to Gabriel and she chuckles while he just smirks and shakes his head.
Justin: His opponent is from Dallas, Texas, weighing 240 pounds ... DEAVON JUSTICE!!!
"South Texas Death Ride" hits the speakers as the lights dim out. A solo green spot light shines down on Deavon Justice illuminating him, the crowd erupts with cheers, chanting his name. Deavon makes his way down to the ring with both hands outstretched to the side, touching hands with a few fans but never taking his eyes off the ring. Deavon climbs up in the ring then proceeds to stand on the middle rope facing the crowd outstretching his arms again soaking up the crowd cheers. He does this on all six sides of the ring as his music fades out.
Simone: So far, that man has yet to have his shoulders pinned to the mat during his SCW career.
Adams: Yeah if anyone can knock some sense back into Gabriel, it'll be Deavon Justice.
Deavon watches as Gabriel holds the ropes open for Odette to step out onto the apron. The husband and wife share a kiss before she climbs down to the ringside floor and Jacob calls for the bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Gabriel is leaning back lazily in his corner and pushes himself out to meet Deavon in the center of the ring. The two men ready to lock up when Gabriel swiftly slaps the taste right out of Justice's mouth! Deavon, insulted and embarrassed, goes right for him but Gabriel quickly ducks through the ropes and Jacob has to force Deavon back. Gabriel slowly steps back into the ring and has a cocky smile on his face, saying something to Odette and pointing at his opponent.
Simone: It is amazing to see just how big of an arrogant loud mouth Gabriel has become.
Adams: Maybe what he says is true? Maybe we're seeing the 'real' Gabriel and that Mister Nice Guy was the illusion?
Deavon and Gabriel finally tie up and both men struggle for the advantage, but the stronger Deavon slowly gains the upper hand and backs Gabriel against the ropes. Jacob asks for a clean break when a handful of trunks allows Gabriel to reverse the situation and pull Justice back against the ropes. Jacob again calls for the break and Gabriel, perhaps surprisingly, does back off -- and he insultingly pats Deavon's cheeks with both hands. Deavon, angry, starts toward him but Gabriel backs up quickly and puts a leg through the ropes and points at him, the smile never leaving his face.
Simone: If this is the 'real' Gabriel, I'd rather have the illusion, thanks.
Deavon stares daggers at Gabriel and the two circle one another around the ring before they lock up again, and Gabriel quickly takes Deavon to the mat with an arm drag. Deavon gets to one knee and watches as Gabriel takes a sweeping bow as Odette applauds and nods. Deavon slowly pushes himself back to his feet and eyes Gabriel hard. The two men meet again and lock up, and this time Gabriel shifts his body and hip tosses Deavon over to the mat. the crowd boos as Gabriel hops around with his arms held out wide, quite proud of himself. He does a full circle when POW! Deavon lands an uppercut that knocks Gabriel flat on his back!
Adams: I think Deavon's done playing!
Deavon bulls the 'magician' back into the near corner as the crowd goes wild, and he drives his shoulder into Gabriel's midsection once, twice, three times! Deavon then climbs the corner, pinning Gabriel in, and he starts unloading with the fists to the head as the crowd counts along!
Crowd: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!
Deavon jumps down and Gabriel drops to his knees and then hits the mat face-first, but before Deavon can follow up, Odette grabs her husband by the ankle and pulls him out of the ring to relative safety. The crowd boos as Gabriel stumbles around the ringside area, holding his head, as Jacob orders him back inside of the ring. Gabriel shouts for Jacob to get Deavon back so he can return. As Jacob ushers Justice back to the other side of the ring, Gabriel climbs up onto the ring apron. Deavon rushes him, trying to grab him and bring him in, but Gabriel hops down quickly to the ground, avoiding him.
Simone: Oh come on!
Both Gabriel and Odette yell at Jacob over Deavon, and again Deavon is forced back. Gabriel turns around to yell back at the fans who are yelling at him when Deavon reaches over the ropes and grabs two handfuls of his hair and drags him up onto the ring apron and then dumps him backwards over the top rope and back inside!
Adams: That's bringing the man in the hard way!
As Odette screams her protests, Deavon sends Gabriel into the ropes at high speed and doubles his opponent over with a shot to the gut. Deavon then runs up and hits a knee lift to the chin that floors Gabriel. Gabriel rolls over and starts to get back up and Deavon lends him a hand, drags him to his feet, then brings him over with a head-and-arm suplex. Deavon covers him for the pin attempt.
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2.....
Kick out!
Simone: No. Much as I dislike this new attitude, you're going to have to do more to put Gabriel down for the count.
Deavon brings him to his feet and sends him into the corner where he runs in, clotheslining him. Gabriel staggers out from the corner and Deavon takes him over with a Northern Lights suplex and bridge.
1.....
Deavon gets up and Gabriel immediately rolls out of the ring again.
2.....
Kick out again!
Adams: He's spent more time out of the ring than in it.
Deavon argues with Jacob as Gabriel collects himself and Odette checks on him. Gabriel shouts at the referee before he starts to climb up onto the apron. Deavon rushes at him but this time Gabriel grabs his head and drops to the floor, delivering a 'slingshot' with Deavon's throat across the top rope.
Simone: And there is where the advantage changes.
Deavon falls back to the canvas and Gabriel quickly rolls inside where he lays into Justice with several heavy boots to the body and sternum. Gabriel then drops to his knees and wraps both hands around Deavon's throat, choking him as the official counts!
1...
Gabriel breaks and pulls Deavon to his feet. He shoves Justice halfway through the top and middle rope, and with one hand, gouges at Deavon's eyes. As the referee issues his count, Gabriel mocks him by counting along with his free hand!
1...
And Gabriel breaks and mocks the referee's authority by playfully pinching his cheek.
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3...
4...
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3...
4...
Simone: What an arrogant son of a...!
Adams: Don't say it! White out won't work on a computer screen!
Deavon steps back away from the ropes and Gabriel grabs him around the waist from behind and lifts him up and over with a bridging German suplex!
1.....
2.....
Deavon kicks out!
Simone: Well it's reassuring to know Gabriel still isn't afraid to actually wrestle!
Gabriel gets to one knee and debates with Jacob over the count before he goes back to work on Deavon. He sends Deavon into the far corner with an Irish whip and follows in with a running high leg. Gabriel then snapmares him over and dropkicks him in the back of the head. Gabriel covers him again and hooks the near leg.
1.....
Gabriel nods and smiles, applauding his opponent. He stands up, pulling his opponent up along with him. Gabriel sends Deavon reeling with a European uppercut, but Deavon fights back, slugging him in the chin and knocking him into the ropes, eliciting cheers from the crowd. Deavon moves in but Gabriel lashes out with a boot that doubles him over. Gabriel then grabs him by the head and rakes his forehead hard across the top rope!
2.....
Deavon gets the shoulder up!
Adams: Rope burn!
Gabriel Irish whips him into the ropes and hits a high dropkick right to the face!
Simone: Say what you will about the new attitude but Gabriel's dropkicks are a thing of beauty.
Gabriel scoops Deavon up and plants him with a body slam, then signals to the booing crowd.
Adams: I think Gabriel's calling for the end!
Gabriel steps out onto the apron and climbs up to the top of the near corner. He looks to Odette who blows him a kiss, then he launches himself from the top for a guillotine leg drop -- but Deavon rolls out of the way and Gabriel crash lands on his tail bone!
Adams: OWW! Gabriel's going to need a donut pillow after that landing!
Gabriel's face is contorted in agony as he staggers up on wide legs and Deavon grabs him, lifting him up for an atomic drop -- but he instead crotches him across the top rope!
Adams: He's getting it from BOTH ends now! Deavon's really working an attitude adjustment on Gabriel!
Deavon grabs the top rope and begins shaking it up and down with Gabriel along for the most uncomfortable ride! Deavon then jerks hard on the rope and Gabriel flies into the ring and crashes! He staggers to his feet and swing wildly but Deavon blocks it and socks him in the head instead! Deavon Irish whips him into the ropes, scoops him up and lands an inverted atomic drop! Deavon then rebounds off the ropes and hits him with a sliding clothesline! Deavon covers him, tightly cradling the leg!
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2.....
Gabriel gets the shoulder up!
Simone: That was close, and look at the look of relief on Odette's face.
Deavon drags Gabriel roughly to his feet, scoops him up from the side and drops him in a back breaker. Deavon then signals to the fans and they rally behind him as he starts to climb to the top of the nearest corner.
Simone: Deavon needs to be careful. This is where Gabriel made his critical mistake earlier.
Deavon reaches the top when Odette climbs up onto the apron and starts arguing with him! Deavon yells at her to get down and Jacob rushes over and Odette starts arguing with him -- allowing Gabriel the time he needs to recover. Gabriel gets to his feet and jumps, cracking Deavon in the head with a high Enzugari, stunning him! Gabriel climbs to the middle turnbuckle and attempts a superplex, but Deavon holds on, blocking it and starts fighting him off! Deavon then grabs him by the hair and headbutts him, sending Gabriel toppling from his perch and crashing on the canvas! Deavon then lowly stands up...
Adams: I don't think this is familiar territory for Deavon.
Deavon jumps for a frog splash -- and Gabriel brings his knees right up into Justice's stomach and ribs!
Simone: And that's why they call it high risk!
Deavon staggers to his feet, clutching his ribs! Gabriel quickly follows up and hits a Code Breaker!
Adams: Believe This!
Gabriel covers him and hooks the leg as Odette pounds the apron!
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Ding!
2.....
3!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: The winner of the match ... Gabriel!!!
The crowd boos as Gabriel rolls out of the ring and into Odette's arms as she raises his hand in victory!
Simone: Gabriel returns to the SCW ring with a victory right away, and at the previously never before pinned Deavon Justice!
Adams: Yeah but Deavon almost had him! He's got nothing to be ashamed of!
Gabriel smiles at the jeering fans on all sides and he proceeds to give them another sweeping bow, then repeats the same to the ring, directed at Deavon who is sitting up, staring at him. Gabriel turns and he and Odette make their exit as Deavon looks none too pleased.
Karina is seen walking backstage, stumbling along singing a song softly in Romanian. About halfway through the first verse she slumps slightly against the wall but keeps dragging herself along.
Karina: Foaie verde siminoc, Tzinetzi Ciuleandra pe loc, Sh-inc-o-data mai baietzi, Hop-sh-asha-sh-asha
She turns the corner and runs smack into (Master Lily). At first she spins back with the bottle, he eyes filled with chaotic emotion but once she recognize who it is she just leans against the wall laughing.
Karina: I know you....you are with Elders, ya? Good people. You...you know this is my last bottle of rum you should drink with me.
Master Lily: Hmmm. Karina, Your last bottle huh. Something tells me you have more than that bottle at hand.
Karina laughs again, shaking her head and pushing off the wall. Her feet don't seem to want to work with her and she nearly stumbles, before PERSON catches her. She tries her best to steady herself.
Karina: No...no. Not like that. It is my last bottle ever...or at least for long time. You see I need clear head for what is coming. I have been there...to that place in the future...and I was sober in the future...so here I am. The last drink, you in?
Master Lily: Time Travel and drinking, I can see how the two can go together. But to say you may give up drinking I don't think will happen, not unless you no longer want to travel in time.
Karina nods with a distant look in her eye and takes a sip of rum. She starts to sing louder this time.
Karina: Tzinetzi-o flacai asha, Pina n-o ajunge puica,...wait...do you know Dee Jaa? I mean she was martial artist...traveled all of space and time. Maybe you could tell me where she is...huh. I can share my last drink with her, I loved her you know...I hardly love anything but her...how could I not.
Karina stumbles again; Master Lily catches her and helps her stand back up.
Master Lily: Here let me help you up, Hey there a there’s a table there with bottled water, How about we get you some and head towards your locker-room. You can tell me more about Dee Jaa, she sounds like a good person, or about this time travel thing.
Karina: I knew you were good people. My eyes don't lie.
Master Lily: Well thank you Karina that means a lot.
Suddenly Karina grabs Master Lily and pulls her in close. Her eyes that have been so distant this entire time focus in. Her smile fades quick and her voice is steady as if she is pushing the words through the haze of alcohol.
Karina: Chaos is coming. We don't have much time left and we are not ready. You see...I have been there and I have to change the future...because she is coming.
Master Lily: Who Dee Jaa, or someone else. I want to know more about what you seen. Guess I will join you after all if you don't mind.
Simone: Fans welcome back to SCW’s Climax Control! I am Belinda Simone alongside Jason Adams and we have a special segment in store for you today! Looking into the ring you see three chairs circled around a coffee table; this is where a brand new talk show segment of Climax Control will be taking place.
Adams: I have no idea what this segment will be about but I am pumped that it is being hosted by none other than Gene Banton Jr!
‘Magic Man’ by Heart blares throughout the arena as the Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr. emerges at the head of the ramp. Clad in street clothes he is flanked by a tall, lanky young man with dark blonde hair of maybe 20 years of age and another, shorter, and slightly older man skirting 24 years. The pair follows their friend to the ring and step in between the ropes. Geno grabs the microphone and prepares to address the crowd..,
Geno: “Today is your lucky day! I have decided to grace your uneventful lives and brush it with the all-encompassing greatness that is yours truly! Last week, after winning yet another match in spectacular style I was in the locker room thinking about just how dull it must be to be you people. I mean, you pay all this money to watch a bunch of ass-monkeys frolic about in the ring with each other week in and week out and the main reason you pay so much money – me - may not even be booked. I thought to myself, damn man that has to suck going to a show without me. How can you bear two hours of de-frocked buffoons grabbing each other by the family jewels? Fortunately you have no need to fear as this week I have decided against watching Anastasia Ashley twerking – I have it on dvr anyway – and to brighten your lives by kicking off the very first episode of The Man Show! I am joined by my Co-hosts Billy and Mike and together we will discuss the trials, tribulations and benefits of being a man by debating the most manly of subjects, chicks!”
The taller of the two Billy, raises his hand in acknowledgement followed by his elder brother Mike. They pause for a glance out into the sea of ravenous fans before taking their seats with Geno in the center. Each chair, a high back leather recliner holds its own microphone in addition to a drink holder. The coffee table in the center is dogged by stacks of men’s magazines, most notably Maxim, the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition, FHM, Playboy and others. Geno sifts through a stack of magazines, thumbing through copies until he spies and then pulls out a copy of the SCW periodical bearing the Freakettes on the cover with Mercedes Vargas and Delia Darling in separate corner panels.
Geno: “I have to commend myself on the choice of subject matter today and for the selection of literature. Obviously we are well prepared today and I think we should get started with an unbiased review of the SCW Bombshell roster”.
Billy: “Hey, I’m in!”
Mike: “Anything for my country, which babe do we start with?”
Geno: “Let’s start with the former Bombshell champion; the Goddess of the dead, Necra Octavian Kane!”
Billy: “She’s got that whole Persian belly dancer look going for her ya know? I mean, who wouldn’t wanna do a belly dancer am I right?”
Mike: Belly dancers are all well and good, but dead ones? Come on! She’s all into this death and bestiality..,
Billy: “Necrophilia..,”
Mike: “Whatever! And, so she likes hanging out with corpses..,”
Billy: “Dude that only makes our job easier! No way can a corpse show her a better time than we can!
Geno: Suppose rigor mortis has set in, then what? I don’t know about you guys but when I get with a chick there’s only one thing that needs to be stiff. If she’s harder than me, there’s definitely going to be a problem”.
Billy: “Yeah, you’re right Geno, she’s out”.
Mike: “She’s out”.
Geno: “Sorry Necra, look us up if you come back to life, but now, on to our next contestant Mercedes Vargas!”
Mike: “Isn’t she Mexican or something?”
Billy: “Latina..,”
Geno: “Argentinian to be precise. Have you ever noticed how Latina chicks always seem to have like, 42 kids and wondered why? I was in Dallas with my pops a few years ago where he had a match and, everywhere I looked I saw all these hot mama sitas sunning around with a dozen kids so I asked him why they always have so many kids. Pops looks at me and says they have the genes of a rabbit”.
Billy: “Hell yeah I am there!”
Mike: “Count me out”.
Billy: “Are you nuts? You have a chick that’s hot, fertile and ready and you’re out?”
Geno: “Call me nuts because I’m out too”.
Billy: “What have you guys been smoking? Mercedes is a firecracker dude! Oh well, more for me then I guess”.
Mike: “More kids, alimony and child support too”.
Billy: “What?”
Geno: “Didn’t you hear what I said? Dude, they have the genetics of a rabbit which means they’re dropping babies all the time”.
Billy: “So I’ll send them to a baby sitter, problem solved”.
Geno: “Then one day you got Mercedes on the couch making her feel like a woman and suddenly you’re surrounded by 150 kids because you couldn’t find enough sitters cheering at you in Spanish wanting to go see a movie..,”
Billy: “Yeah, Billy does Mercedes. It’s a double feature ya know”.
Geno: “Three hundred kids at $12 a head.., shit broke my calculator. Then she divorces your ass because she realizes that the alimony and child support you’d have to pay could buy her a mansion in Tijuana. Sorry dude, she’s out”.
Mike: “She’s out”.
Billy: “She’s in, a babe that hot is worth the risk!”
Geno: “Up next we have..,”
Billy: “Hey wait a minute, why don’t we talk about that hot little blonde your dad manages, Felony Fontana?”
Geno: “Because she’s umm..,”
Gene looks into the camera blinking rapidly, obviously nervous considering Felony’s partner Rock Rose and the chair shot he recently took to the head by her.
Geno: She’s umm.., like a.., like a sister to me, ya know? It.., it wouldn’t feel right”.
Mike: “How about your mom then?”
Geno: “How about my foot in your ass? Forget all that crap; it’s time to go to the phones. Our first caller is Thomas, from the Virgin Islands. Thomas, you’re on the air, what would you like to know about chicks and stuff from the experts?”
Mike: “Thomas, wait a minute, I have a question of my own, is it called the Virgin Islands because of the babes? If so, I’m gonna book a flight right now”.
Thomas: “Umm.., It is actually named from Christopher Columbus. He named the islands after Saint Ursula and the 11,000 Virgins”.
Billy: “11,000 virgins! So is that a yes?”
Thomas:
Mike: “Sexual tension?”
Billy: “Have you ever been so excited and yelled so hard that you accidentally gave yourself a headache? It’s like that, they’re going through the possibilities in their mind, but their brains are only equipped for spreading gossip, cooking and doing laundry so the pressure is too much for them to handle and it overloads resulting in a headache. That’s also why they’re so emotional and always whispering and everything”.
Geno: “Our next caller is Carl from Brownsville, Texas. Carl, what’s your question?”
Carl: “I got swag, good looks and a lot of money, but chicks always say no to me. What am I doing wrong?”
Billy: “How much money?”
Geno: “Back in the 70’s Jane Fonda and Gloria Steinham started a women’s movement designed to take over the world. The movement became known as women’s liberation and, as a part of their strategy they secretly began taking chicks to underground laboratories and operating on them. On the surface they attributed everything to their new slogan; ‘Just say no’, but later men found out exactly what they were doing in those underground labs – they were secretly removing their sex drives! That’s right; most women today do not have sex drives”.
Mike: “I think you’re confusing sex drives with hard drives”.
Billy: “Aren’t they the same thing?”
Carl: “Oh come on..!”
Geno: “Dudes, think about it, why would they always say no unless their sex drives had been removed? Men have never known anything about them. For the longest time we thought their biological makeup was similar to our own, but they we learned that they are biologically incapable of farting. They know this and are taking advantage of it”.
Carl: “I always did wonder why chicks never fart”.
Mike: “They have no idea what they’re missing”.
Geno: “Fortunately for us, they were not able to remove the sex drives of all women so there are still plenty of fish in the sea. You’re just in a bad area. My advice would be to leave for another place and try your luck there”.
Carl: “Thanks guys”.
Geno: “Good luck and good hunting”.
He suddenly rises from his seat and faces the camera.
Geno: “Unfortunately for you, your luck has run out along with our time so I hope you recorded our wisdom so that you can pass it down through the ages. SCW as always, the pleasure has been all yours!”
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the Sin City Wrestling TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! Introducing first, the challengers… At a combined weight of 516 pounds, they are Landon Axel and Ethan Brody… GUNNNNNNNS FORRRR HIRRRRRRE!!!
“The End” by Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, Axel and Brody step out to a chorus of cheers, the two stand on the stage looking around at the audience. They are wearing black shirts under their vests for a change. After a moment they turn to one another, raising their arms up and slap hands as the two glare at one another, the two then step away and walk down the aisle way with Axel acknowledging the crowd more than Brody. Ethan steps up onto the ring apron whilst Axel climbs the steps and walks along the apron to the opposite apron, Brody steps in as Axel climbs the rungs of the turnbuckle and points out at the crowd with Brody standing near the ropes with his arms raised, Axel steps on the top rope and jumps into the ring. The two step into their assigned corner as the referee walks over to them as the music slowly fades away.
Justin Decent: And their opponents… Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada… standing at 6 feet 3 inches and weighing in at 227 pounds, he is “SCW’s Nightmare”… JOSHHHHHHUA ACQUIIIIIIIIIIIIN!!!
“Nightmare” hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos 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 boos from the crowd as he holds up the SCW Tag Team Championship..
Justin Decent: And their opponents… Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada… standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing in at 165 pounds, he is “SCW’s Nightmare”… LUCIAAAAANNNN FRRRRROSSST!!!
The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope. He slowly joins Joshua Acquin over in their corner, as both men reluctantly hand over their belts to Jasmine St. John. Meanwhile, they stare across the ring at Guns For Hire with disdain, gaining the same in return. Jasmine holds the belts up into the air and calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
Simone: Guns For Hire have been aching to get their hands on Frost since they were attacked during their battle at the Blast From the Past II Quarter Finals.
Adams: You can just see the sadistic intent in Ethan Brody’s eyes right now…
The fans cheer loudly as Ethan Brody steps forward, challenging Frost to step up to the plate. Frost smiles wickedly, and starts to walk forward when Joshua whispers something into his ears. Lucian nods slowly as Joshua darts forward with a surprise Clothesline that floors Ethan. The audience boos as Acquin begins stomping away at Ethan viscously. Jasmine steps up to him, ordering him to break it up. Joshua waves her off and continues to go to town on Ethan. He laughs as he leans down to pick Ethan up. However, Ethan surprises him with a jab to the throat, followed by a quick DDT to Acquin, causing the fans to cheer loudly, chanting.
Crowd: GUNS FOR HIRE! GUNS FOR HIRE! GUNS FOR HIRE!
Adams: Standing ovation for Ethan and Landon here after a shady start to this match.
Simone: You can tell that Ethan came ready for a fight, and he’s bringing it to Acquin.
Ethan picks Acquin up from the mat. Joshua is holding onto his head as Ethan sends him flying into the ropes. Ethan bounces off of the opposing ropes, looking for a Spear on Acquin, but Joshua darts out of the way, clashing hard with Landon Axel. Ethan bounces off of the ropes, but Frost is there to meet him with a high kick to the back of his head. Ethan stumbles forward as Acquin charges forward with a Spinning Neckbreaker. He grabs a handful of tights as he plants Ethan down on the mat. Jasmine doesn’t see the grab as she drops down for the count.
1!
KICKOUT!
Simone: Even with that handful of tights by Acquin, Ethan Brody is far too determined to get his hands on Frost to go down that easily.
Adams: There is a dirty joke hidden in there somewhere… let’s see if McFarge can figure it out?
As Ethan breaks free, Frost leaps over the top ropes, crashing down with a Leg Drop on top of Ethan. He nods to Acquin as Jasmine shouts at him for being illegal in the match. Frost darts over to the corner and does a Springboard Back Elbow smack to Ethan as Acquin counters it with a high impact knee to the face. The crowd boos as the duo does a double elbow drop to add insult to injury. Frost is escorted to his corner by Jasmine, and it is no surprise that he complies now. Landon slides into the ring, ready to fight Acquin, but Jasmine gets between the two of them. She tries to force Landon back to his corner, but he refuses, pointing over to Frost for his debacle in the ring.
Adams: Landon has a valid point here, but rules are rules…
Simone: He could do what Frost did and just ignore the referee. Seems to be a trend in tag matches anyway.
Acquin challenges Landon, taunting him as Jasmine brings him over to his corner. He is caught off guard when Ethan climbs back to his feet, quickly snatching Acquin up with a Pumphandle Slam. Frost comes in the ring to counter Ethan, but he runs right into a well calculated Big Boot that gets the fans going once more. Ethan picks Frost off of the mat and tosses him over the top ropes with ease. He turns around to see Acquin trying to get up to his feet. Ethan lays an Ax Handle Smash to his upper back, driving him back down to the mat. Ethan begins to return the favor with a mudhole stomp that rocks the ring as well as Acquin. Ethan roars out in a fury as Jasmine backs him away. Ethan yanks Acquin off of the mat and sends him into the ropes with all of his might. He flies forward with a Clothesline in mind, until both Acquin comes up with the same idea. Both men clothesline each other, landing square in the middle of the ring.
Simone: This match has been hard hitting from the very beginning. Can you imagine how worn down these men must be?
Adams: More worn down than the front of Connor Murphy’s tights after all the grinding from Holly Wood last week?
Ethan struggles to get up to his feet as Landon beckons the call for a tag. Ethan gets up onto his elbows and knees as he reaches over. Acquin begins to quickly crawl over to Frost, slapping hands for the tag. Frost jumps over the top ropes and quickly makes his way over to Ethan, jumping onto his back with a rear naked choke to ground Ethan. The fans jeer at this as Ethan does everything in his power to combat this. Frost wrenches the neck as Ethan collapses to the mat. Jasmine comes over to check on him, but he doesn’t respond. She tries once more before lifting up his arm. She lets it drop down to his side and holds up a one count. She repeats this, allowing it to drop down for a second count. She holds it up again, looking around to the audience and the competitors to let them know that this was it.
Simone: After such a hard fought match, and oh so close to his partner…
Adams: Speaking of which… why is he not trying to break this up? It’s almost as if…
As she drops the hand down once more, Ethan clinches his fist together as Frost loosens his grip out of false security. Ethan gets onto all fours, grabbing onto the ropes to help pull himself up. He stands up with Frost clinging to his back, clubbing at him. He tags Landon in and falls down onto his back, crushing Frost. Landon steps inside of the ring and comes crashing down on top of Frost with a spinning Elbow Drop that rocks the ring. He quickly hooks the leg as Ethan waits for Acquin to step inside of the ring.
1!
TW…KICKOUT!
Adams: Ohhh, the fans are not happy to see that.
Simone: But, you’ve got to expect that from the men who hold the Tag Team Championships. They aren’t going to be put down so easily. Like Frost or not, there is a lot of fight in him.
Ethan exits the ring, keeping a careful eye on Acquin across the ring. Landon takes a few steps back, allowing Frost to rise up from the mat. He runs up to Frost, wrapping his arm around his neck as he plants him down on the mat with a Bulldog. Landon gives a few stomps for good measure as he rolls Frost over onto his back to hook the leg.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Simone: That was much closer, but still not close enough to secure a victory.
Adams: Has anyone ever told you that you are a pessimist? The glass is always half empty with you, and it’s… well… kind of a downer.
Simone: I see you’re using that Word of the Day Calendar I got you for Christmas?
Adams: Your observation would be…. what was Tuesday’s word again…?
Landon pounds the mat in frustration as he tries to send Frost back down to the mat for another pin attempt. However, Frost bounces back up with a Headbutt between Landon’s eyes. He scoots out of the pin attempt and charges at Landon, still on his knees, with a Spinning Neckbreaker that levels his opponent. As Landon tries to rise up, Frost rolls behind him and locks on a tight German Suplex, landing it perfectly. He taunts Ethan to come inside of the ring, but Jasmine quickly puts a stop to this. Frost uses this moment to punch Landon repeatedly with a foreign object until his forehead busts open! Frost quickly tosses this object to the outside as he watches Jasmine turn around.
Crowd: FROST’S AN ASSHOLE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* FROST’S AN ASSHOLE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* FROST’S AN ASSHOLE! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*
Simone: I can’t disagree there. What exactly did he have in his hands to bust Landon open so easily?
Adams: I don’t know, but that might have been a mistake…
At this point, Ethan has had enough, and he rushes into the ring, gripping Frost around the neck, lifting him up for a Chokeslam that rocks the ring. The fans go nuts at this display, until Acquin comes in the ring, racking Ethan with a Low Blow that Jasmine doesn’t quite see. He lifts Ethan up into a Belly to Back Suplex that lands him hard on his back. As he turns around, a bloodied Landon greets Acquin with a European Uppercut that rocks him. He then lifts him up for an Atomic Drop that hits especially hard on Acquin. He falls down onto the mat, rolling to the outside to recover. Landon checks on Ethan briefly as Jasmine helps him over to his corner. Landon then stares down at Frost, rubbing his hands together as he lifts Frost from the mat. He grabs onto the back of his head, running over to the nearest turnbuckle, smacking his face into it as the fans explode into cheers.
Adams: This match is certainly giving the fans what they came for tonight. And Landon Axel is on fire right now!
Hitting half of the turnbuckles, Landon has busted Frost’s face a bit around the top center of his forehead, below the hairline. Landon brings him about to the forth turnbuckle, but Frost places his leg up onto the post, blocking it. He rams an elbow into Landon’s shoulder, causing him to stumble back a bit. Frost then runs up the corner and flips back with a Rolling Senton to the standing Landon, causing both men to collapse to the mat. Frost hooks Landon’s leg for the pin as Jasmine drops down to count.
1!
2!
Ethan comes in for the save, pulling Frost’s leg to drag him off of Landon. The fans cheer as Ethan keeps hold of Frost’s leg. Frost bounces up onto one foot, steadying himself before hitting an Enziguiri to Ethan, sending him through the ropes!
Simone: A very surprising comeback from Lucian Frost here. I have to say that I’m impressed.
Adams: Not many people can come back like that, but Frost is always full of surprises.
Frost grabs onto the back of Landon’s head, dragging him up by the hair. Landon surprises him with a roll up pin!
1!
2!
Frost rolls to the side, pinning Landon.
1!
2!
Landon wiggles around as he pushes Frost over, keeping him hooked for the pin.
1!
2!
KICKOUT!
Simone: An amazing show from these two! I just don’t know how this could get any better.
Adams: I’m afraid to see if it can! These men are putting it all on the line out here tonight, but only two men can walk away with the belts.
Acquin and Brody both stand on guard, ready to intervene as Frost finally breaks free. Frost gets up to his feet milliseconds before Landon does. Frost goes for a leaping Clothesline, but Landon ducks it. Frost collides with Ethan, knocking him off of the apron. He turns around just in time to see Landon coming at him with a Big Boot. Frost ducks underneath it, and Landon’s foot gets caught on the top rope. Frost jumps onto his back and comes down with a Falling Backbreaker. The crowd boos as Frost jumps onto the turnbuckle, looking out across the audience, taking in their booing to power himself. Acquin drops down to the ground as Brody starts to get up and he rushes over to him, ramming a knee into Ethan’s face.
Adams: Uh oh! Things aren’t looking to go in Guns For Hire’s favor here!
Simone: And it looks like Frost is setting up for the Ice Falls, and Landon is motionless on the ground!
Frost stands up on the top turnbuckle and leaps into the air for his finishing maneuver. The crowd goes silent in awe for a moment as Frost soars through the air. Suddenly, Landon rolls out of the way, and they cheer loudly once more. Frost collides with the mat and Landon gets to his feet. He stomps his foot hard on the mat as he roars, pointing to his vest, reading GFH. The fans respond with equally loud roars.
Crowd: GUNS FOR HIRE! GUNS FOR HIRE! GUNS FOR HIRE! GUNS FOR HIRE! GUNS FOR HIRE!
As Frost rises from the mat, Landon charges forward, ready to take Frost’s head off with a Superkick known as the Death Sentence! However, Frost ducks under it and Landon nearly trips as he catches himself. He turns around and receives the same maneuver he was trying to deliever!
Adams: FROZEN BREEZE!
Simone: And this has got to be over…
With Ethan and Joshua brawling on the outside of the ring, Frost quickly drops down for the cover, hooking Landon’s leg firmly. Jasmine drops down for the count.
1!
Ethan slams Joshua’s head into the barricade and charges forward, sliding into the ring.
2!
Ethan stands up, ready to rescue his tag team partner when Joshua, now bleeding a bit from the head, grabs onto Ethan’s leg, holding him in place. Ethan jerks away at it before shoving his boot into Joshua’s face. He turns toward Landon and Frost just as Jasmine’s hand is about to…
3!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin Decent: Here are you winners and STILL SCW Tag Team Champions… LUUUUUUCIAN FROST AND JOSHUA ACQUIIIIIIIINNN!!!
Ethan walks over to a rising Frost, but Jasmine heads him off. She holds him back as Ethan trash talks Frost. Frost takes his belt and places it around his waist, pushing it out toward Brody to rub it in his face. Ethan grits his teeth as he tries to move forward once more. Jasmine keeps a firm grip on him, holding him back in the corner. Frost brings his belt away from his waist and places it on his knee. He quickly leaps into the air and brings the belt down onto Landon Axel’s head! Jasmine sees this, and immediately let’s Ethan go. Ethan rushes at Frost, picking him up off of the mat as he lays him on the ground with a good ole fashioned Spine Buster! He begins laying in fist after fist, until Acquin comes into the ring. He wraps his arms around Ethan’s neck in a choke, yanking him off of Frost.
Simone: Now this is just sickening… The match is over already!
Adams: Maybe they just didn’t hear the bells? Ring them again timekeeper…
DING! DING! DING! DING! DING!
Of course, Acquin doesn’t give up his hold on Ethan. Frost stands up, shaking his head to gain his senses back. He kicks Ethan in the gut before letting a punch fly at his face. He rears back for another punch when we see an unexpected sight… Connor Murphy and Jon Dough come running down the aisle, sliding inside of the ring. Connor slams a fist to the back of Acquin’s head, loosening up his grip on Ethan. Dough smashes into Frost, knocking him down to the mat. As the Tag Champ tries to scramble back to his feet, Dough nails the Silent Nightmare on him!
Crowd: NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT!
Adams: A real class act from the newest members of the New X-Tremes, coming out to help potential opponents in the future, as they try to make it on the tag scene…
Simone: Spike Staggs takes pride in those who wear his banner. I’m sure he didn’t want to see this travesty take place out here any more than the fans do…
Connor picks Acquin up from the mat and tosses him outside of the ring. He picks up Acquin’s belt and looks at it for a moment, studying it before throwing it at Acquin. Dough picks Frost up and makes similar work of him and his title belt. They watch as Frost and Acquin weakly get up from the ground, collecting themselves. They debate getting inside of the ring again, but the sight of not only two, but four enemies standing inside of the ring makes them decide to walk away with their belts proudly displayed.
Simone: At least they have enough sense to walk away with their belts before they wind up on the injured list.
Adams: Even if they are holding their belts up high like a couple of tits as if they wasn’t even touched…
They remain dignified as they rub the belts in the fans faces as they walk to the back. However, once the dust is settled, Connor and John come face to face with Ethan and Landon. There doesn’t seem to be any love lost between them, even through the moderate “Thank you” that Landon mutters to them. They simply stare at each other silently as the fans begin to “ooh” and “ahh”. Neither team wants to budge to leave the ring. They mutter to one another with intense faces until Connor pulls at Landon’s leather vest, yanking it open. The fans go crazy at this, waiting for a reaction. Then, John Dough does the same to Ethan, and the fire really seems to blow up.
Adams: These two gone blarmy! Don’t pick a fight with Guns For Hire!
Simone: Like you said, they are potential opponents. However, they might have bit off more than they could chew here when… WHAT?!
Landon and Ethan turn to face the audience, exposing their seemingly random choice of black t-shirts over white, to be none other than New X-Tremes shirts! The audience goes mad as all four men hold their arms up in solidarity.
*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!*
”Smack Down” by Thousand Foot Krutch plays over the speakers as the four men take to the turnbuckles, reeling in the cheers of the audience a la NXT style. After a moment of this, they switch up turnbuckles, drawing in even more cheers from the crowd.
Crowd: NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT! NXT!
Simone: I don’t believe what I am seeing here. I simply don’t believe it even though it is happening right before my very eyes. This is exciting!
Adams: I agree with you, Belinda. Not because I didn’t think it was possible, but because these men are to be opponents at the African Tour’s Supercard… It’s insane!
The scene opens with Scott Oliver standing backstage with Sean Jackson flanking him on one side, and the evil Jezebeth Vanessa on the other. Sean Jackson wearing blue jeans and no shirt, has the ACW title draped fastened securely around his waist. Vanessa is wearing a long, low cut white dress with her jet black hair draped over the shoulders.
Oliver: "I'm standing here with ACW champion Sean Jackson and the evil Jezebeth Vanessa. Sean, tonight you step into the ring to face Michael Hardy in a match...."
Sean Jackson holds his hand up in total disrespect. As he hand is going up, he goes to speak, which is what really caused Scott Oliver to stop.
Jackson: "Yeah, yeah. In a match that he's been bitching about for months now. Yes, save me the history lesson already. The bottom line is that Michael Hardy thinks that he has what it takes to be the ACW champion, like he has what it takes to do what a true superstar like Drake Green couldn't...."
Vanessa can't help but smile. Yes, she has her own problems to deal with now in Nassir al-Wuhaishi. But it isn't anything that a little slight of hand can't handle, especially if it can be kept secret from the dark shadow.
Jackson: "And that is beat me. But I tell you what Hardy, a few months ago, you showed interest in a video blog that I did and even made mention that you would want to face me in the ring...."
And this was the reason why Vanessa once again decided to do a brutal mind attack on the Mental Rapist himself. But as he speaks, there's no indication of that brutal mind attack. It's as if it never happened.
Jackson: "Well here we are Hardy, with you getting a shot to do something that not even Drake Green could do...."
In one fluid motion, Sean unfastens the championship belt and drapes it over his shoulder, the sound of leather and metal slapping his bare skin.
Jackson: "And that is take this away."
As Sean stares at Scott Oliver, that gives the indication that he's ready to interrupt another stupid statement or question.
Oliver: "Okay, with that out of the way. Why don't we touch on a little bit that Hardy talked about last week."
Jackson: "Hey, it's your time jackass. I would just as soon watch watch paint dry, but if you want to waste your time on Michael Hardy, then let's go."
Oliver: "Sean, last week Michael Hardy stated that you were handed the ACW title...."
Again, Sean interrupts Scott Oliver in the rudest way possible.
Jackson: "Blah, blah, blah. Damn, I mean, REALLY? I was handed the ACW title? That seems to be the thing with you Michael Hardy types around here...."
Oliver: "Umm..."
Jackson: "Don't umm me you burnout. You probably agree with that whack job simply because he said it. But the bottom line is that I defeated JT Starr and Deavon Justice in order to *WIN* that championship. But don't take my word for it pillsbury puff boy, why don't you go ask Mark Ward why I'm the ACW champion?"
Oliver: "Now come on Sean, no need for insults. I'm just trying to get your response to wh..."
Jackson: "I know EXACTLY what you're trying to do. You're TRYING to imply along with that Sean Jackson wanabee Michael Hardy that I didn't earn this belt. That it was handed to me out of a box of cracker jacks and I resent that."
Sean points an accusing finger into the face of Scott Oliver.
Jackson: "I resent it because obviously Michael Hardy wants to cheapen my victory over Drake Green because poor Drake had to retire."
Sean then turns his attention back to the camera and Michael Hardy.
Jackson: "Well Hardy, nobody told Drake Green to stick his nose into my business. Nobody told Drake Green to come to that ring and act like he still had it in this business. No, Drake Green came to that ring like a cabbage, all head and no brains. He thought that this was still March of 2013 and that lightning would strike twice...."
Yes, Vanessa was loving THIS Sean Jackson.
Jackson: "Well, he thought wrong now didn't he?"
Sean again looks at Scott Oliver.
Jackson: "Didn't he?"
Scott Oliver treats it like a rhetorical question and continues.
Oliver: "Sean, Michael Hardy has brought into question the relationship between you and Vanessa...."
As Scott continues, a confused look forms on Sean's face. It's as if Sean doesn't fully understand where Scott is going with the statement or question.
Oliver: "By claiming that the evil Jezebeth has been haunting..."
Quickly, Vanessa waves her hand in front of Sean Jackson's face, causing a trance like state.
Vanessa: "I do believe I can handle this one Scott. No, there isn't any haunting of Sean Jackson taking place. Whatever Michael Hardy thinks that he did or didn't see is up to debate I guess. But the bottom line is that there hasn't been, nor will there ever be any haunting of Sean taking place."
The look on Vanessa's face tells the story. In other words, if Scott asks a question that she deems unneccessary, then she'll simply take over his mind again. As Scott gets ready to ask another question, Vanessa releases her control and Sean goes back to normal.
Oliver: "Just one more question Sean. Michael Hardy says that he will be fighting for the fans of the SCW tonight...."
Sean Jackson smiles. He can't help but smile because he seems to be fighting another one of *those*.
Jackson: "Give me a break Scott. So Michael Hardy is going to step into that ring tonight and fight for the fans of SCW. Well Scott, what will those fans EVER do for him?"
Before Scott has a chance to answer.
Jackson: "That's right, absolutely nothing. Tonight, while Hardy is taking a beating of a lifetime. None of those fans are going to lift a finger to help him. While I'm pounding the very life from his body, those same fans that he's fighting for is going to be doing nothing but stuffing their faces with hotdogs and popcorn...."
Sean shifts the belt to the other shoulder as he continues addressing the so called fans of SCW.
Jackson: "While I'm kicking the very air of life from his lungs, those *fans* will be doing nothing but shoving beer down their throats and living their utmost fantasies through me."
Dramatic pause.
Jackson: "Oh yes Michael Hardy. Those *fans* that you cherish so much might boo me when I go out to the ring, they may boo me when I cut my promos. But have you noticed their thirst for blood when I'm performing inside of this ring?"
Sean Jackson is about to deal out a heavy dose of reality.
Jackson: "Have you noticed that no matter how brutal I get, they don't ever seem to boo me? Don't believe me Hardy? You like to talk about my last match with Drake Green. Did you notice the reaction from the fans during that match Hardy?"
Sean shifts his attention to Scott Oliver.
Jackson: "How about you burn out? Did you notice what the reaction of the fans was?"
Again, before Scott Oliver can answer.
Jackson: "That's right, the reaction was complete acceptance. Not a single boo or jeer from anyone in that arena...."
Sean for the last time, turns his attention back to the camera and to Michael Hardy.
Jackson: "Which will be the same reaction from your so called *creatures of the night* when the same thing happens to you tonight Hardy. So just remember, when you're at home, rehabilitating like Drake Green. You did it for them. In the meantime, I'll just keep doing it for *THIS*."
Sean holds the ACW title belt up at camera level before walking off camera, leaving Scott Oliver and Vanessa.
Vanessa: "Oh Michael Hardy, you still have a lot to learn don't you."
With that, Vanessa too walks off screen, leaving Scott Oliver standing by himself.
Oliver: "Back to you Belinda and Jason."
We're backstage and we see Ninja all alone. Ninja is seen meditating on a table. As the camera zooms out we can see Max Burke walking down the hallway entering his locker-room. Ninja tilts his head and opens his eyes. Ninja sees its Max Burke in the distance and runs towards Max. Max Enters his locker-room before Ninja can get to him.
The SCW Security Guards sees this and heads towards Ninja. SCW Security Guards managed to block the locker-room door from Ninja. As the guards are yelling at Ninja to back down, Ninja Takes his right hand and puts it behind his back. He then brings his hand back in front of him with a pair of Nun chucks on in his hand.
Master Lily happens to come from around the corner.
Master Lily: Ninja want are you doing?
Master Lily looks and sees they are in front of Max Burke's locker-room.
Master Lily: Ninja I already told you the night will come when you will face Max Burke. Till then you are not to do anything stupid.
Ninja takes a step back, he puts his Nun chucks away and heads back to the table in which he was meditating.
Justin: The following contest is for the ACW World Championship! Introducing first, the challenger.
The lights went black, completely black in the stadium ready for this title match. 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
Justin: "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, 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....
The lights in the arena shut back 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.
Justin: From Dallas, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is the current ACW champion, he is The Mental Rapist, Sean Jackson!
"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."
A slight smile forms on his face. Lord only knows what's floating around in that screwed up head of his, especially with the Vietnamese darkling at his side. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.
They begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of Vanessa's dark vietnamese skin and cast a pale reflection on Jackson. Vanessa wearing a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavege while Jackson is dressed in a white shirt with the NWA logo on the front, blood pouring from the bottom. He is also wearing black trunks with gold colored material and outlined in blood red you see "Mental" and on the opposite leg you see "Rapist". As soon as they enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Vanessa, he then hops down off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.
DING! DING! DING!
Hardy goes right after Jackson with a flurry of right hands that backs the Champion up in to the corner. Hardy lands a hard kick to the side of the head that knocks Jackson almost completely unconscious.
Simone: Jackson is out!
Hardy pulls Sean out of the corner and then hooks him up in a full nelson and then lifts him up in to the air. He slams him down and lands a knee to the back of Jackson’s head at the same time.
Adams: DEATH ROWE! Jackson is out! Jackson is out!
Crowd: POP!
Simone: We’re gonna have a new champion.
As Hardy swings around for the cover but Drew Patton doesn’t see him because Vanessa jumps up on the apron. Vanessa yells wildly at Patton.Adams: Get that crazy woman off the apron! We should have a new ACW Champion!
Hardy gets up to grab Drew Patton’s attention; He tugs on the referee’s arm, which turns him around. Now, with Patton dropping down for the count, Hardy covers up Jackson and hooks his leg.
One!
Two!
Thr-
Simone: Jackson kicked out at the last second! Hardy can’t believe it!
A frustrated Michael Hardy gets up and complain to Drew Patton but the referee holds up two fingers. Giving up on his pleas, Hardy turns his attention back to the ACW Champion. He lifts the hurt Jackson up off of the mat and hits him with a quick and hard looking snap suplex. He stands up and cheers out to his fans.
Hardy: CREATURES!
Crowd: POP!
Michael drops a standing knee on the forehead of the champion and then goes for another quick cover. Patton drops down for another count.
One!
Two!
Simone: A kickout by the champion.
Adams: Hardy is absolutely dominating this match.
Hardy jumps up on to his feet. He goes to grab Jackson by the hair and pull him up but the Champion reacts, almost on instinct, by hitting Hardy with a low blow that sends the challenger backpedaling toward the ropes.
Adams: Low blow! How did Patton not see that?
Jackson, regaining his composure, goes on the offensive. He lands a running knee strike to the head of the bent over Hardy, which send the challenger down to the mat on his back. He picks Hardy up off of the mat by his long hair and then slams his face in to the top turnbuckle with so much force that it busts his face wide open.
Simone: Hardy is cut!
Hardy backpedals again, clearly reeling from that last hit, and Sean launches at him with a vicious clothesline that sends the challenger flying over the top rope and down to the concrete floor at ringside. Jackson smiles and raises his arms in triumph as the crowd showers boos down on him. Sean slides the ropes and hops down to ringside, landing a double ax handle smash across of the bent over Hardy. He picks Hardy up off of the floor and then lifts him high up with a vertical suplex and sends him crashing down to the concrete floor as Drew Patton starts his count.
One…Two…
As Hardy gets to his knees Jackson kicks him in the face and sends him face first in to his own blood on the ringside floor. Instead of keeping on the offensive, Jackson walks over to Justin Decent and grabs a microphone. The count continues.
Three…Four…
Jackson: You see this people? This is what happened when you mess with the Mental Rapist. When you mess with the REAL World Champion.
SMACK!
Jackson cracks Hardy over the head with the microphone sending a loud thud through the arena.
Five…Six…
Adams: How does Patton not see this stuff?!
Jackson walks over and pulls apart the steel steps. He then grabs Hardy and walks him over to the steps and sets him up in a powerbomb position.
Simone: Oh no…
Seven…
As Jackson goes to lift Hardy up, the challenger blocks the move and then sends the Champion toppling over and landing back first on to the steps.
Crowd: POP!
Eight…
Hardy, with renewed energy, jumps up on to the apron and then launches as Jackson stands up, hitting him in the face with a flying knee which sends the Champion face first in to the steel barricade.
Crowd: POP!
Hardy grabs Jackson and then tosses him back in to the ring. Hardy climbs the ring post and sets up for his Swanton Bomb. He launches in the air and lands his finisher and the crowd, and Jason Adams, go nuts.
Adams: SWANTON BOMB! We’re gonna have a new Champion!
Hardy goes for the cover and again, Vanessa jumps up on to the apron distracting Drew Patton. A frustrated Hardy gets up and goes to get Patton but is distracted himself by someone running down to ringside.
Simone: It’s Max Burke! What’s he doing here?
Adams: Come on!
As Hardy goes to cut Burke off, Max swings something and smacks Hardy in the face with it.
Adams: He just hit Hardy with a baseball bat!
Hardy stumble backs and lands right in the arms of Sean Jackson who lifts him up in a torture rack position and then drops him in to an inverted Death Valley Driver, just in time for Drew Patton to notice.
Simone: HOOK ‘EM HORNS DRIVER! It’s over!
One!
Two!
Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Here is your winner and STILL ACW World Champion…Sean Jackson!
Adams: This is robbery! Where’s an official when you need one?
As if on cue, out walks ‘Hot Stuff’ Mark Ward with Duke Ata, Andrew Garcia, and Wrath.
Adams: Come on! That’s not what I meant!
The four men, along with Burke, Jackson, and now Vanessa converge on the fallen Michael Hardy. Burke grabs Hardy and hits him with a nasty looking capture suplex that nearly breaks Hardy’s neck.
Adams: This isn’t fair!
With Hot Stuff egging him on, Duke grabs Hardy and hits him with the Burning Gata. Almost immediately after, Garcia grabs Hardy and drives his face in to the mat with the Bust A Cap.
Crowd: Boo!
Showing a moment of sanity, Burke backs of Wrath, seemingly because Hardy has had enough.
Adams: Finally this is going to end. They’ve done enough!
But in perfect Max Burke fashion, he pulls out a set of handcuffs from his jeans.
Adams: Oh come on!
Simone: This is getting hard to watch.
Burke smiles as he pins Hardy down and slaps on the cuffs on his hands behind his back. He backs off for a moment as Hardy climbs to his knees before Jackson comes running in with the knee to the back of his head.
Adams: This is brutal ladies and gentlemen. This is the owner of our company for Christ’s sake!
Hot Stuff backs everyone off for a moment and then motions to Vanessa who hands him a can of black spray paint. He walks over to the fallen Hardy and with a smile on his face he spray paints three letters across his back…
“H….S….I”
He drops the can of paint and motions for a microphone.
HS: Ladies and gents. I warned ya. I told ya a new day was coming and it’s finally here. No one will forget who runs this show now. It is my great pleasure to introduce to you the top of Sin City Wrestling…the cream of the crop…may I present to you…Hot Stuff International.
On cue Five Finger Death Punch’s cover of Bad Company begins to ring out as the Egyptian crowd both angry and horrified by what they just witnessed, showers down boos and trash on the six men and one woman standing in unison in the center of the ring; each raising their right fist in the air showing their unity. A spotlight shines from ringside, shining the “H.S.I.” symbol on the roof.
Simone: I’m not sure what to say here, Jason.
One by one they pile out of the ring and walk up the ramp to more boos as the emergency medical staff runs past them to tend to the badly beaten Michael Hardy.
Adams: I’m speechless.
Simone: Mark Ward is taking over here in Egypt and with the crew he has assembled…this is gonna be scary.
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Justin: The following contest is our MAIN EVENT! This match will be contested under Roulette Rules, and is for the Bombshell Roulette Championship! The wheel has been spun, and this contest will be a STRAP MATCH! You can win the championship via pinfall, submission or touching the six top rope turnbuckles in succession!
The opening lyrics of Scream by the Mistfits hits over the pa.
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Whoaa ohh ohhh
Scream
Justin: Introducing first... from Juneau, Alaska. She is the former Bombshell Roulette, and Roulette Tag Team Champion... The Punk Princess... Amy Marshall!
No sooner had those lyrics finished, the guitar cuts back in and strobe lighting begins to flicker.
A chill runs up your spine
it crawls into your brain.
The freezing touch of fear.
Amy appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings before raising her arms to make an X sign.
It's driving me insane
Although you try to fight
Dragged from the silence where you hide
'til you... Scream
Amy then begins to head down the ramp, as she ignore the fans around her before climbing inside the ring, where she climbs the turnbuckle and raises her arms high before blowing a single kiss towards the crowd. Amy then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits for the match to begin. Drew Patton comes over, and secures Amy’s cuff of the strap on her wrist. Amy inspects the tightness of the strap with approval.
Justin: And her opponent... from Dunedin, New Zealand, she is Emma Rose!!!
”Able to Love” by Benny Benassi plays over the public address as Emma Rose comes out onto the stage. She blows a kiss to the fans before working her way down the aisle. Emma gets inside of the ring and walks over to the turnbuckle stepping up on to the second rope with her arm in the air. She hops down, and has her end of the strap secured to her wrist by referee Drew Patton.
Simone: This is it folks. It’s time to crown a brand spanking new Bombshell Roulette Champion! Amy Marshall is the number one contender, and now earlier tonight Emma Rose outlasted the Bombshells to win the battle royal to earn this opportunity!
Referee Drew Patton calls for the bell to start the Main Event!
DING! DING! DING!
The brown leather immediately extends to it’s maximum length as both of the Bombshells try to gain the early advantage.
Simone: Amy Marshall, whose experience in hardcore matches will undoubtedly play a factor in tonight’s Main Event quickly loops the strap around her forearm.
Adams: The Punk Princess definitely has the experience edge here tonight. She’s already secured a better grasp of the strap taking the pressure off her wrist.
Amy and Emma circle each other cautiously, keeping the strap taut. Both women dig their heels into the mat trying to yank each other closer. Amy throws off Emma’s balance by rushing forward. She leaps high in the air, and cracks Emma flush on the chin with a forearm smash that sends Emma crashing to the mat.
Simone: Amy Marshall strikes first in tonight’s main event!
Amy follows up by unleashing a series of lashes to the back and arms of Emma Rose!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Adams: She’s whipping her like a government mule!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Emma screams out from the violent attack of the Punk Princess!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Amy slips under the bottom rope as Emma Rose covers up. She hauls on the strap hard, pulling Emma Rose to the edge of the apron.
Simone: What does Amy Marshall have planned here?
Adams: Nothing but trouble I’m guessing.
Amy quickly loops the strap around the neck of Emma Rose. She plants her foot hard on the edge of the apron. Amy pulls the strap hard cinching it tighter and tighter as Emma Rose struggles.
Simone: She’s choking her with the strap!
Adams: And it’s all legal!
Emma rolls to the turf to relieve the pressure of the strap. Amy grabs Emma Rose by the hair, and flips her hard. Amy reaches down to yank Emma to her feet again, but Emma Rose reverses her flipping Amy over with a monkey flip.
Simone: Great reversal by Emma Rose!
Emma quickly untangles the strap from her throat, and gets back to her feet.
CRACK!
Simone: Emma Rose is paying Amy Marshall back now!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Amy attempts to scramble away from the lashings, but Emma Rose chases her down. Emma unloads with several more cracks of the strap across the ass of Amy Marshall to the fans’ delight!
CRACK!
CRACK!
CRACK!
Adams: SHE’S SPANKING HER! GET HER EMMA!
Amy scrambles back into the ring to avoid further lashings. Emma Rose follows her in, but pays for it as Amy drops an elbow across her back. Amy jumps on her back, and throws a few stiff shots to the back of Emma Rose’s head.
Simone: Amy is back on top! She’s unloading on Emma Rose right now. Her experience edge is showing right now, and Emma Rose is in heaps of trouble.
Amy loops the strap around the forehead of Emma Rose, and hauls back hard.
Simone: Submission attempt by Amy Marshall! She’s using the strap to enhance a camel clutch!
Drew Patton drops down to check on Emma Rose. Emma yells in pain.
Patton: What do you say Emma!?
Rose: NO!
Amy hauls back. Emma yells!
Patton: What do you say Emma!?
Rose: NO!
Amy pulls back even further.
Simone: You are not supposed to be able to bend that far!
Amy yells at Emma Rose!
Marshall: TAP OUT!!
Rose: NO!
Marshall: I’M GOING TO SNAP YOU IN HALF!!
Rose: AHHHHHHHH NOOOOOOO!
Amy realizes that Emma won’t submit, and slams her face first into the canvas. Amy gets back to her feet, and stomps Emma several times in the lower back. Amy looks over at the corner, and starts to make her way over.
SLAP!
Patton: ONE!
Simone: Amy’s going for the turnbuckles! This could be over!
SLAP!
Patton: TWO!
Simone: That’s two. Four more to go, and Emma is still not back to her feet.
Emma begins to stir as she feels the slight tug of the leather on her wrist. Amy comes up to the third turnbuckle.
SLAP!
Patton: THREE!
Simone: Emma Rose is back to a knee!
Adams: And now, Amy has to begin dragging her to get to the fourth turnbuckle!
Amy yanks hard on the strap as she stomps her way over to the fourth turnbuckle. Emma Rose gets to her feet finally.
SLAP!
Patton: FOUR!
Amy turns to leave corner number four, but is sent crashing back into it by a huge splash from Emma Rose.
Simone: Emma Rose just saves herself the match with that move.
Amy crumbles to the mat, and Drew Patton waves off the turnbuckle touches as Emma Rose breaks it up with the splash. Emma backs up several steps before rushing in to plant a perfect dropkick into the face of Amy Marshall who is still slumped in the corner against the turnbuckles. Emma Rose hops back to her feet to the cheers of the fans in attendance.
Crowd: EMMA! EMMA! EMMA!
Rose: COME ON!
Crowd: EMMA! EMMA! EMMA!
SLAP!
Patton: ONE!
Emma gives the strap a yank, and rolls over a lifeless Amy Marshall.
SLAP!
Patton: TWO!
Emma Rose uses the top rope for more leverage, and drags Amy Marshall towards the next corner.
SLAP!
Patton: THREE!
Emma Rose in a sign of the aggression that has been a staple of the main event, grabs Amy Marshall by her mohawk and flips her closer to the next corner.
SLAP!
Patton: FOUR!
SLAP!
Amy pulls herself to her feet, and realizes the championship is in jeopardy.
Simone: What are they doing here!?
Patton: FIVE!
Drew Patton turns to see Holly Wood and Angelica screaming at him from the ringside area. Emma Rose makes her way to the sixth turnbuckle, and comes face to face with the Mean Girls. Behind their backs, Delia slides into the ring cutting off the Punk Princess. Delia blows a kiss at Amy before kicking her in the gut. Amy doubles over, and Delia tosses her into the corner turnbuckles!
Simone: LE BITCH BOMB!
Adams: Payback’s a bitch!
Delia slithers out of the ring. Holly Wood and Angelica blows kisses at Drew Patton before slyly waving goodbye. Emma Rose unaware of what just happened turns to make sure Amy Marshall is still down. She grabs Drew by the arm, turning him towards the final turnbuckle.
SLAP!
Patton: SIX!
Simone: Emma Rose has done it!
Justin: Here is your winner, and the NEW Bombshell Roulette Champion... New Zealand’s Hottest Export... EMMA ROSE!!
Adams: Thanks to a little help from The Mean Girls.
Drew Patton snaps the clasps of the title around the new champion as the fans chant her name in celebration. Delia slips away from the ringside area, and rejoins The Mean Girls being extra careful not to be seen by Emma Rose or Drew Patton.
Crowd: EMMA! EMMA! EMMA!
Tears of joy flow down Emma’s cheeks as she celebrates the biggest win of her career.
Simone: Emma Rose has won her first singles title in SCW!
Adams: But she's gonna have a whole line of women waiting to get a shot at that title.
Simone: We're out of time here, join us next week!
Adams: Bye everybody!
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