Justin: From Daytona Beach, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and twenty eight pouds, she is Jade Manendez-Arcador!

Jade smiles before heading down the ramp, ignoring the fans jeers and boos along the way before running and sliding into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckle and kisses her tattoo on wrist before raising the very same arm.

Jade then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits in the centre of the ring for her opponent.

Justin: And her opponent...

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

Justin: From Miami, Florida, weighing in at once hundred and twenty pounds, she is Jessie Salco!

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 looking at her opponent.

Jessie and Jade stand in the middle of the ring toe to toe, while the sold out arena starts a NXT chant in support for Jessie. The referee calls for the bell and the match gets underway.

Ding, ding, ding.

As soon as the last bell tolls, Jessie and Jade waste very little time in locking up. Jessie is able to get the upper hand and dominates Jade early in the piece with a side headlock, as Jade tries to struggle free Jessie quickly thinks before planting Jade with a snap mare. Jessie dives down on top of Jade with a cross body slam, hooking the leg she goes for the pin fall.

Adams: Wow someone must have plans for later tonight.

Simone: Jessie is going for the quick pin fall attempt.

1..

NO! Not even close Jade quickly pulls her shoulders off the canvas breaking up the count. Both Bombshells rush to their feet and lock up once more, this time Jade gets the advantage with a side headlock. As Jessie tries to struggle out Jade forcefully brings her fist to the face of the NXT member, knocking any sort of fight out of her. Jade quickly swivels around Jessie and locks her in for a Suplex.

Adams: Wow I think Jessie’s brain just exploded… did you see her head bounce off the canvas Belinda?

Simone: Why yes Jason I did.

Straddling on top of Jessie, Jade starts to pound her fists into the side of Jessie’s face. Jessie is desperately trying to cover up but Jade is relentless. Jade grows tired of teaching Jessie a lesson and gets up to her feet dragging Jessie up with her, before drilling the hard-core rock princess’ head into the canvas with a sickening DDT.

Simone: Good night Irene

Adams: Who’s Irene?

Simone: It’s just a figure of speech Jason.

Adams: Yeah, but… who’s Irene?

Jade doesn’t go for the pin straight away, as she rushes towards the ropes to gain some speed before coming crashing in with an elbow drop. Jade is quick to keep applying her momentum as she locks Jessie in a cross-face. Jessie can he heard screaming in pain while Jade is yelling at her to tap out.

Jade: Tap!!!

Jessie: NO!

As Jade applies to the pressure, Jessie wiggles her way over from the centre of the ring towards the ropes. Out stretching her hand Jessie tries to grab the bottom rope but Jade pulls her back.

Jade: Give up!

Jessie: NO!

The crowd has started a strong NXT chant mixed with a Jessie chant as they try and rally behind her. Once again Jessie tries to make her way towards the ropes once again but Jade holds her back. Just as it looks like Jessie’s about to tap she gets overcome with adrenaline and manages to get up off the canvas. Jessie pushes Jade off of her and towards the ropes before scooping her up on the return for a side walk slam. Jessie quickly hooks the legs.

1…

2…

No! Jade manages to get the shoulder up.

Adams: Jade just won’t stay down, she reminds me off my ex-wife..

Simone: your ex-wife?

Adams: I heard it on a TV show Belinda.

Jade leaps up from the canvas but Jessie is already standing and waiting for her, grabbing her by the neck she drops her down with a DDT. Jessie rolls Jade over before making it across the ring, jumping up and using the ropes Jessie comes colliding down with a springboard moon-sault. Hooking the leg Jessie goes for the pin fall once more.

1…

2…

3…

Ding, ding, ding.

Justin: Here is your winner…. Jesssssieeee Salco!!!!!!

Simone: Jessie picks up a big win against Jade!

"The Ruler and Killer" hits the loudspeaker and everyone starts to cheer. Karina Koji quickly appears wearing her trade mark patchwork hoody with the hood down so that her long hair is out. She is all smiles and it quickly is clear she is not alone. Following behind her is a large group of women dressed in orange football uniforms. They are the national female footbal team and many people seem just as happy to see them as they are Karina.

The team and Karina enter the ring, Karina ask for the microphone.

Karina: Bonjour les gens de la Côte d'Ivoire. Je suis tellement heureux d'être ici et nous sommes reconnaissants de votre soutien.

The crowd goes wild as Karina speaks their native tongue and she smiles at the response.

Karina: For all you people that don't speak French...well hello to you too. I have asked the ladies of the national team to come out here because of my recent troubles with a group of sad little brats that call themselves Mean Girls.

The crowd boo's as a response to the ladies name.

Karina: I know..I know. I am not a fan either. I have never been a fan. I remember watching those ladies pollute my television monitor before I returned to the SCW. I wondered what the world was coming to where girls like this were getting air time.

Karina shakes her head looking at the group of strong women behind her.

Karina: See these ladies here are real women. They are bad ass bitches and they deserve your attention. Not that sad collection of vacant, vile women.

Crowd: BAD ASS BITCHES!!! BAD ASS BITCHES!!!

Karina leads them in the chant and high fives the team leader as the chant builds in intensity. She laughs and waits for the chant to die down.

Karina: But you know I was just fine sharing space with those women but than they made it personal. They cost me my chance at the Roulette title and that I can't stand....so I did what a true grifter does best. I broke into their dressing room and stole all their stuff.

The crowds cheers at that and Karina gives a little bow.

Karina: Now I was going to bring all there fancy, fashion crap here and let these ladies tear it to shreds, but than I had a better idea. See that is the interesting thing about being "mean"....you make a lot of enemies. Sometimes a person can be such a bitch that they bring people together, people that were never friends before.

The titan tron shows a live shot of the outside of the stade de Yamoussoukro, they don’t see a figure next to the large dumpster, until that person gives a gentle cough and the camera spins around to see Amy Marshall leaning against the dumpster with a lighter in her hand.

Amy: “It appears that I have found someone who has a common enemy…and that doesn’t bode well for you Delia.”

Amy picks up what appears to be scrap of cloth, until the camera pans closer to see a pair of pink panties. Amy then brings the lighter close to the panties and flicks the lighter and lights the panties.

Amy: “Oh these aren’t mine. These are yours Delia as is the rest of the stuff in the dumpster…”

Amy flings the panties into the dumpster and for a few moments nothing happens but suddenly the fire catches something very flammable and it begins to spread.

Amy: “Cheap tat… just as I thought.”

Amy backs away from the dumpster and watches intently. Inside the arena the crowd is going wild and Karina has a evil grin on her face.

Crowd: BAD ASS BITCHES!!! BAD ASS BITCHES!!!!!

Karina leads the football team out of the ring as the crowd cheers them on.

The lights suddenly go out in the arena. A long uncomfortable pause follows. You can feel everyone in the arena get restless.

Adams: I don't like this...not at all.

Simone: Calm down..I am sure this is all just part of the show.

The sound of electricity and static can be heard getting louder. The main monitor starts to flicker on showing nothing but static at first. The lights start to flicker on as well as the sound of static continues. A voice speaks, distorted and unnaturally deep.

Voice: From the void I was born. I gazed into the abyss and was forever changed. From nothing will come everything. The possibilities are endless and I will show them all to you.

An image starts to become clear through the static. It is a motorcycle driving across a vast African plain, a large cloud of dust trailing behind it. She sound of static grows. Than as suddenly as it all started, it stops. The lights go on and a single image shows on the monitor.

Adams: Oh great just what we need, another weird nutjob talking crazy.

The cameras switch backstage to show Simon Jones striding along a corridor, carrying a black gym bag, having yet to change into his ring attire; Simon's walk is slowed to a halt by Pussy Willow, who - microphone in hand - approaches him from the opposite end of the corridor.

PW: Simon!

Simon: Ms. Willow...

Sighing, Simon drops his bag onto the floor.

Simon: What can I do for you?

PW: I have a couple of questions that I would like to ask you, about your match later tonight.

Simon: Well, what can I say? After a couple of weeks off, I'm looking forward to competing again inside the six-sided ring - I'm looking forward to being in the main event of Climax Control once more, and wrestling in Africa for the first time, in front of the fans here in Côte d'Ivoire.

PW: Okay, but I want to get your reaction to what the two men that will be your opponents later had to say during the week about the title that you currently hold - the SCW Heavyweight Championship.

Simon nods his head.

PW: Sean Jackson stated that eventually, the SCW Heavyweight Championship will find its way into the hands of Hot Stuff International, together with the ACW Championship; Max Burke went a step further, however, by calling you out, challenging you to a match for the title - what do you have to say in response?

Simon: After posing the question, of whether or not any of the other males in SCW actually want a shot at the title, I'm glad to see that a couple of blokes, at least, are finally taking an interest.

Simon smiles wryly.

Simon: Since Erik Staggs made the announcement, that I will be the one to choose who will challenge me for the title in four weeks' time, I have been giving careful consideration, with respect to potential opponents - in spite of the silence emanating from the rest of the roster. Now, I don't want to shortchange the fans - I want to pick a creditable opponent - so I will admit that both Max Burke and Sean Jackson are among the leading candidates, based on what each of them has done here, in SCW, plus what they have done elsewhere. But, my decision has yet to be finalised, so while it could be either Buke or Jackson, it could also be someone else.

PW: Someone such as Kain?

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: Perhaps.

PW: Kain has said that he wants to be the next SCW Heavyweight Champion, and with regards to your match tonight, both Max Burke and Sean Jackson have questioned whether you can trust him - they have questioned how much faith you can have in Kain, as your tag team partner.

Simon: Max Burke also said something along the lines of, Kain only looks out for Kain. But if Kain wants to have any hope of being victorious, against opponents of the calibre of Burke and Jackson, then he is going to have to work with me, not against me - and knowing how much Kain wants to win, leads me to believe that I will be able to trust him, even if it is only for this one match.

PW: Kain has warned you not to try to screw him over.

Simon laughs.

Simon: I don't know where he gets the idea that I would contemplate undermining my own partner. Did I "screw over" Steve Ramone? Or Kevin Carter? Or even Casey Williams?

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: How would I possibly benefit from screwing over my own tag team partner? All I would succeed in doing is sabotaging my chances of winning the match.

Simon sighs again.

Simon: The comments that some people make - I don't know what goes through their heads; Kain needs to focus on Max Burke and Sean Jackson, and not worry about me.

PW: Kain also said that you don't to deserve to be the SCW Heavyweight Champion.

Simon smirks.

Simon: Pussy, you shouldn't need me to tell you what I think about that; I'm not going to bore you by recounting how I won the title - twice. The other three men involved in the main event tonight - "The King Of Kings," "The Mental Rapist," and "Pro Wrestling's Pedigree" - have the chance to give me a close-up view of why they should be my opponent four weeks from now; do you notice, Pussy, that I'm the only participant in this match, who doesn't have a nickname?

Pussy Willow nods her head.

Simon: But while I may not have a nickname, crucially, I do have what the other three want: the SCW Heavyweight Championship.

Simon picks up his bag, from off the floor.

Simon: Which is something that is far more important than any nickname - and something that I intend to keep hold of for a while longer. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a match that I need to get changed for.

The scene cuts away.

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see the competitors in tonight’s Roulette Title Match, Andrew Garcia and the champion Brother Grimm, standing beside the Roulette Match Wheel which has been already spun.

Adams: Round and round the wheel goes, where it stops, nobody knows!

Simone: No matter what match it stops on Garcia wants to avenge his defeat at Ben Jordan’s hands from last week in the worst way possible!

The Roulette Rules wheel eventually slows down and the two men look on intently, at first it looks like it’s going to stop on Falls Count Anywhere but it instead stops on the next stipulation.

Simone: Boiler Room Brawl?

Adams: Does this arena even have a Boiler Room?

Jasmine St. John jogs down from the ringside area and eventually locates the two competitors before leading them to the nearest boiler room and closing the door behind them and the cameramen before turning to the cameraman in front of her.

Jasmine: Ring the bell!

As soon as she gives that order and the bell rings the camera cuts to the inside of the boiler room where we see Andrew and Brother Grimm trading punches with each other in the middle of the boiler room, Andrew gets the advantage by driving a knee into Grimm’s midsection and throwing him back first into the boiler before picking him up, ramming him into it again and throwing him into a stack of metal pipes.

Simone: Andrew with the advantage early on!

Adams: He’s already heading towards the exit!

However Andrew doesn’t even make it halfway to the exit before Grimm hits him over the head with a metal pipe before hitting him over and over again, Grimm instinctively goes for a cover but quickly realizes that they are alone in the boiler room and goes up to the door.

Grimm: I just pinned Garcia, why didn’t you count it?

Jasmine: You can only win by escaping the boiler room.

Grimm: Then open the door up!

Jasmine complies but quickly shuts it when Brother Grimm is attacked from behind by Garcia using the same metal pipe that Grimm used on him, Grimm fights back after a while and the two men get dangerously close to the boiler a couple of times as they brawl.

Simone: Brother Grimm has taken on all challengers since winning the Roulette Title a few months ago but many believe that this is Andrew’s night.

Adams: I’d believe it!

The brawling continues with attacks ranging from simple punches to ramming the other man back first into either the wall or the boiler but neither man can get an advantage until Brother Grimm gets his hands on the metal pipe again.

Simone: Brother Grimm has been proven to be very lethal with that weapon so far.

Adams: Wonder how he’ll OOOOHHHHHH!

Simone: METAL PIPE TO THE ORANGE HULK’S MINI HULKS!

Adams: Did you really just say that!?

Andrew collapses to the ground crutching his crotch in pain as Brother Grimm drops the pipe and starts making his way to the exit again, Andrew somehow fights through the pain and is able to hit Brother Grimm with the discarded pipe this time to the ribcage before using it in a modified White Russian Leg Sweep.

Simone: I don’t know how but Garcia’s still in this!

Adams: We know one thing for certain! He has every male fan’s sympathy right now!

Garcia, despite clearly feeling the effects of the pipe shot to the genitals, starts making his way to the exit himself but the slow pace caused by the attack to his junk gives Grimm a chance to recover and he grabs him by the foot before tripping the orange hulk up allowing him to get on top of Garcia and start firing rights and lefts at Garcia’s head.

Simone: It’s been a back and forth brawl so far.

Adams: Grimm’s looking towards the boiler I don’t like the look on his face right now!

Grimm gets up off of Garcia and drags him to the boiler which is an old fashioned fire boiler he opens up the cover, forces Garcia to his feet and shoves Garcia’s hand into the flames.

Simone: OH MY GOD!

Adams: That’s a second degree burn easily!

Garcia screams in pain and agony for a few minutes before Grimm slams the cover onto Garcia’s hand letting Andrew get his severely burnt hand out of the flames, confident that Garcia can’t fight anymore Grimm starts making his way to the door.

Simone: Andrew’s tough but there’s no way he can fight back after that!

Adams: I don’t think even his mentor could fight back after that and Casey was one of the toughest bastards SCW’s ever seen!

Grimm reaches the door and knocks on the door.

Grimm: I have won, now open this door!

Jasmine: If you say so!

However Grimm never gets a chance to escape as Garcia spears him out of nowhere, not wasting a moment Garcia forces Grimm back to his feet, hooks up his arms and hits the Bust a Cap onto Grimm.

Simone: Andrew from out of nowhere!

Adams: Grimm’s out cold!

By the time Jasmine opens the door Grimm is out cold and, despite clearly being in pain, Garcia makes a break for the door successfully escaping!

Justin: Here’s your winner and NEW SCW ROULETTE CHAMPION! Andrew Garcia!

Simone: Andrew’s done it! He has followed in his mentor’s footsteps and has won the Roulette Title on his first try!

Adams: What a match!

Jasmine hands him the title but Garcia holds up his burnt hand.

We return backstage to the NXT locker room to see Connor Murphy stretching out his arms, rotating them in the air at his side. He swings them back and forth before snapping a few jabs at the air, sighing as he is pleased with the accuracy. Spike comes up to him and gives a firm tap on the shoulder as if to let him know he’s been watching.

Spike: Good to see you are taking this match seriously. You’re up in a few.

Connor: I’m “up” for a fight anytime. Tonight’s triple threat is just how I like it, the more the merrier.

Spike nods his head in approval as Jon Dough walks onto the screen next. He stares at Connor for a moment, as if admiring the determination inside of his tag team partner.

Jon: Hey Connor, I would say good luck but man, the truth is you seem to be on top of your game right now so you don't need it.

Spike: That’s right, brother… Don’t let anyone tell you differently. NXT is proud of its members and we happily support each other. Just keep your eyes peeled, because anything that is related to “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward immediately lacks my trust…

Connor:Trust me, I ain’t going to let that man have my trust either. Very few people actually get my trust if truth be told.

Jon: For what it's worth I only trust NXT. However one will have to be stupid to get in the face of Connor, but if they do then NXT will give the fans an exciting night to say the least.

With that, Steve Ramone walks into the room, giving Connor a nod of approval. Connor looks at the support of his team members, cracking a smile as he walks over toward the door.

Connor:Well…time to punch some clocks and earn my pay for the night. Anyone want to come see the pile of losers I am going to leave in the ring?

Spike: Well, I would tell you not to lose your confidence, but it would appear to be pointless right now…

Connor:Only point that is going to be needed tonight is in the direction of the nearest bar to celebrate when I win.

Spike nods his head in understanding as Connor brushes past him to head out toward the ring. However, Spike places his hand on Connor’s shoulder, turning him around before he gets very far. Spike gives him a stern look, which causes Connor to look a bit defensive.

Spike: Remember… one… thing… Do not turn your back on anyone for very long. We will be watching, but there is only so much we can do with the minute it could take us to get out there. Be careful, and don’t underestimate either of them, especially when we haven’t yet seen what Wrath can do. Promise me.

Connor:Promise you? Only promise is that I promise that whatever happens, I ain’t going to let anyone underestimate me!

With that, Connor shrugs Spike’s hand off of his shoulders as he continues on toward the door. Spike stares intensely at the doorway as Connor disappears out toward the ring.

We return to ringside where the fans are waving around signs in support of their favorite SCW Stars and Bombshells. We see New X-Tremes, Michael Hardy, Amy Marshall, and Simon Jones signs proudly displayed. Soon after the cameras stop panning around, they focus on the entryway. “Amazing” by Hi Fashion begins playing over the speakers and the fans immediately begin to boo. Soon after, Delia, Angelica, Veronica Taylor, Holly Wood, and Tessa Flannigan walk out onto the stage. They are wearing clothes that seem to have been attacked by a lawnmower, with the exception of Veronica Taylor. Delia and Holly’s “hair” is a chopped up mess as they stand there in all of their glory. They proudly display the clothes that have been ruined as they start to walk down the ramp.

Adams: Om my goodness… Would you look at that? They looks terrible!

Simone: I’d rather not look at them, but it doesn’t seem like we’ve got much of a choice since they’re coming down this way. Earlier, Karina destroyed their wardrobe, but it looks like she failed to save us from another one of these displays…

Delia and Veronica make it to the ring first, climbing up onto the apron. Holly soon follows, and the three get inside of the ring as Angelica and Tessa soon follow. Once inside of the ring, the five ladies strike poses for the fans, who boo at them even louder. They switch up positions, posing once more to rub it in their faces. Tessa walks over to Justin Decent and gets a microphone from him. She walks over to Delia and hands the microphone over. Delia looks nonchalant as he accepts it, gazing out into the audience.

Crowd: YOU LOOK BUSTED! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU LOOK BUSTED! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* YOU LOOK BUSTED! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Delia: Make your silly little chants… Honor z’at little snake, Katrina or whatever… You expect me to get mad? I ras’er enjoy z’e new look, don’t you?

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Delia: I expect to see all of you basic bitches to be wearing z’ese outfits tomorrow, no? We look simply marvelous, darlings…

Delia smirks and winks as the audience boos her some more. She shrugs her shoulders as the ladies strike another pose for the fans. Delia laughs into the microphone as she waits for them to stop booing.

Delia: You know? I would expect you to be sad at what miss Koji did to us. Our runway presentation would have dazzled you all, and would have been z’e only interesting s’ing to happen to Cote D'Ivoire in decades… It might have put you on z’e map! But, sadly, Katrina has taken z’is opportunity away from you... Blame her!

Delia looks around as the audience cheers. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, pointing out to the audience. Angelica nods her head in approval, but Veronica walks over to Delia. She holds her hand out for the microphone, and Delia hands it over, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she refuses to acknowledge the audience any further.

Veronica: We didn’t come out here to try to impress you. We already know that we rock, so who do we need to prove it to? Definitely not a bunch of ratchet, ugly, broken, slutty, trashy basic bitches like you!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Veronica: If I cared what you thought of me, I wouldn’t look this damn good, okay? We came out here because we wanted to prove to Karina, and everyone who cheered when she destroyed our property, that we aren’t scared of you. We are fierce women, and we won’t be ruined that easily.

Veronica pauses as she turns around to address the camera. She stands there in silence for just a moment as she lets the booing fade out a bit.

Veronica: We will not be taken down by people like you, or Amy Marshall. We are at the top, and you are just a bunch of bottom feeding hookers, kay? We still came out here, and we rocked the clothes that you tried to destroy. Clothes don’t wear us. We wear them. However, we will not tolerate that kind of disrespect. If you want a war… then baby, let’s war! There are five of us, and only one of you, Karina. Make that two, if you can stomach Amy Marshall, which I know would have to be tough… Have you seen that hair?

Mean Girls collectively act as if they are gagging and vomiting on the mat. They smirk as they look at each other. Veronica winks and then raises the microphone back to her lips.

Veronica: Either way, it doesn’t matter. We don’t like to waste our time on losers like you, but if you want to play… You both of you are broken down bitches… and you can’t sit with us!

Veronica holds the microphone up in the air before slowly letting it drop. “Amazing” starts playing once again as the fans boo. Mean Girls make their way out of the ring and to the ramp. As they walk up the ramp, people throw trash at them, but they shrug it off. Once they are at the top of the ramp, they stand side by side, facing the curtains. They turn around and then blow kisses to the fans, laughing as they disappear behind the curtains.

Adams: I caught one of them! Did you see it?

Simone: Yeah, so you had better get tested before you return home to your wife… But, Mean Girls have officially declared war on both Amy Marshall AND Karina Koji! Part of me has to wonder if they have bitten off more than they can chew?

The camera turns to the backstage area as you can see a plain black backdrop, with the Sin City Wrestling logo plastered on it multiple times. A man, who became recently acquainted with the Sin City company, walks in front of the camera as the sounds from the arena can be heard, with plenty of cheers roaring along.

“For years I wondered if I was ready to step up into the professional wrestling circuit, and when I did… I proved to myself and most importantly all of you, that I am indeed worthy of that squared circle.”

After focusing on the ground below him, the man looks back up to the camera as he is easily identified as the newly signed superstar “Crash.”

Crash: After the iWS closed its doors, I looked long and hard for a federation to fight for, a place where I could truly give back to the fans like I did there, and after mulling over my options… I ended up here, in Sin City Wrestling.

Crash pauses, as from where he is in the backstage area, he can hear the fans cheering ever so clearly. A smile creeps across his face as he looks back into the camera.

Crash: Any of my fans, who seem to be more abundant than I recall, you all know I’m not here for the accolades… No, I’m here for one specific reason and that’s to give back to you. Next week, I’ll be out there in that ring for the first time under this companies banner and I can guarantee you I won’t disappoint…

Crash stops as he locks his hands together as he leans into the camera for a bit of flashy dramatics.

Crash: I may get beat, I may get injured, but I know one thing is for damn sure. I will not get outdone. I will climb, to the highest point and prove once again why I belong in this business.

With that, Crash nods his head towards the camera as he turns to his left and walks out of camera view. Known for his in-ring dramatics, he looks more ready than ever, all he needs to feel more at home is a cage or a ladder to jump off of…

Justin Decent:: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a 15 minute time limit, and is a Triple Threat!

The lights go black, completely black in the stadium. The lighting begins to change as the song begins 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 finishes, the song bursts in loudly with guitar and drums coming into one and as they do so, the smoke circles the stage as the lights hit. Michael comes rushing out from behind the black curtain for the fans to see him and they go ballistic as their favorite enigma is ready to do battle. The new theme defines him and helps the creatures understand he is here for them. After coming out from the back, Michael immediately stares down the ring from the top of the ramp.

Justin Decent:: Introducing first from St. Louis, Missouri!!!! He is The Enigma... MICHAEL HARDYYYYYY!

His eyes wander through the building, spotting the multiple multi-colored signs made in support of Michael Hardy and the career he has had. As Michael continues to make his way to the end of the entrance ramp, he stops as the ramp meets the floor around the ring. The Creatures, and their chants lead him to the entrance floor. Michael slowly turn his attention to the steel steps still taking in the fans approval. Walking across half of the apron, Michael steps in between the top and middle rope to get inside the ring. Once in the ring, he quickly turns to his right and walks down the ropes to the bottom right turnbuckle. Using his hands to pull himself up onto the middle turnbuckle, Michael brings his body up to a full standing position, and throws his arms out to his side and stares out into the crowd. This same sequence occurs for all the turnbuckles. Waiting for his music to die down... the Creatures begin to chant, "HARDY! HARDY! HARDY!” 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.

Justin Decent:: Introducing the second competitor in the triple threat... hailing from Ottawa Ontario Canada…Connor MURPHY!

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. With a smirk and a nod at Belinda, he 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. Then, the lights in the arena fall dark.

Justin Decent:: The final participant in this match, representing Hot Stuff International. He hails from Santo Toribio De Liebana. This is WRATH!

Womans Voice: Jesus did not die for my sins, he died for his own.

Rev 22:20 by Puscifer begins playing twenty seconds into the song a bright light shines on Wrath standing at the entrance way looking down at the ground, smoke billows out from behind the curtain surrounding his feet. Wrath makes his way towards the ring, the spotlight never leaving him and he always looking down. Wrath gets the the side of the ring as the spot light turns off, ten seconds later the spotlight cuts back on in the middle of the ring Wrath is standing there looking up at the light his arms outstretched as if he crucified. He tilts his head down looking forward as the music dies out.

DING! DING! DING!

Drew Patton calls for the bell to kick this triple threat off. Michael Hardy, and Connor Murphy stare down Wrath from across the ring. Both men rush across the ring to launch their respective attacks. Michael Hardy leaps high in the air, but Wrath swats away the dropkick attempt.

Simone: This match features three of the brightest prospects of Sin City Wrestling. The newest is the mysterious masked man that debuted as part of Hot Stuff International by taking out the Cockney King Ben Jordan! Mark Ward’s thug definitely made a huge and brutal statement last week.

With Wrath’s attention on Michael Hardy, Connor Murphy unloads with a flurry of punches on the big man. Connor rocks the masked man with lefts, and rights. Wrath takes a step back, and then fires back with a vicious headbutt that knocks Connor Murphy back. Wrath takes a moment to compose himself from the flurry from Michael Hardy and Connor Murphy.

Adams: We’ve also got the enigma Michael Hardy, who was another victim of Hot Stuff International’s official debut here last week. He is definitely out to get a measure of revenge on any member of Hot Stuff International for what they did to him last week.

Simone: Finally, rounding out the triple threat here tonight, we have a member of NXT which should make things VERY interesting. Connor Murphy is tough as nails, and loves to scrap. It’s no secret that New Xtremes that has been reformed to combat the uprising of Hot Stuff Mark Ward’s Hot Stuff International. Connor Murphy is a key component in the latest version of the New Xtremes, and he is out to prove himself tonight by taking out Wrath.

Michael Hardy is back to his feet, and comes flying in again at Wrath. He throws a high flying knee at Wrath which connects flush on the chin of the masked man.

Adams: Big knee by Michael Hardy!

Wrath stumbles from the impact, and catches himself on the turnbuckles. He doesn’t have much of a chance to collect himself as Connor Murphy crashes into him with a clothesline. Connor instantly drops down to all fours, and Michael Hardy knows exactly what to do!

Simone: POETRY IN MOTION!

Michael Hardy launches off the back of Connor Murphy throwing himself at Wrath!

Adams: NO!

Wrath telegraphs the Poetry In Motion, and blasts Michael Hardy with a clothesline that sends Michael Hardy crashing to the mat on the back of his head and neck.

Simone: Wrath just folded Michael Hardy in half with that clothesline! What a shot! Michael and Connor are doing the smart thing by teaming up against the bigger man. It’s been effective, but the big man is not backing down from the onslaught.

Wrath turns around, and walks right into a beautiful roundhouse kick from Connor Murphy! Wrath is stunned as Connor catches him right above the ear.

Simone: Wrath is down to a knee! Connor dropped him with that roundhouse kick! Can Connor take advantage!?

Connor follows up quickly by locking his fingers behind the head of Wrath, and drilling him with multiple knees into the chest of the Hot Stuff International heavy.

Adams: Connor’s going balls out with those knees to the Archangel of Sin City Wrestling!

Simone: Catchy Adams.

Adams: Ward passed along some notes on him...

Simone: Figures.

Adams: Connor is so accurate with those knees! He’s really burying them in there.

Wrath shoves off Connor finally, and attempts to get back to his feet. Connor rushes past Wrath, bounces off the ropes and plants Wrath face first into the mat with a bulldog. Connor quickly scrambles on top of Wrath while he’s stunned for a cover. Drew Patton drops down to the mat to count the pinfall attempt.

Simone: Big bulldog by Connor Murphy!

1!

Wrath kicks out with force by pressing Connor Murphy high overhead. Wrath sits up ominously, tilting his head to the side before shooting a glare in Connor Murphy’s direction. Out of nowhere, Michael Hady flies into view and plants both boots into the mask of Wrath. His head bounces off the mat from the missile dropkick. Michael Hardy gets back to his feet quickly, but is cut off before he can mount anymore offence when Connor Murphy drops the Enigma with a swinging neckbreaker.

Simone: Textbook swinging neckbreaker by Connor Murphy, and he’s going for the pin on Michael Hardy!

Drew Patton drops to the mat, and makes the count.

1!

2!

Simone: Wrath breaks it up with a big boot to the skull of Connor Murphy!

Wrath plants his boot into the side of the head of Connor Murphy breaking up the pinfall before the three count. He yanks Connor Murphy back to his feet by his hair. He whips Connor Murphy into the far ropes. When Connor springs back, he hooks him under the arms, spinning him down to the canvas back first with a sidewalk slam. Wrath flips over and presses his palms into the chest of Connor Murphy in an arrogant cover. Drew Patton drops down again for the cover.

1!

2!

Adams: Shoulder up by Connor Murphy before count of three. Great show of resilience by Connor Murphy summoning the energy to get his shoulder up after that huge sidewalk slam!

Simone: We’ve said it once, and we’ll say it over and over again. Connor Murphy is tough as nails. He’s got that fighting spirit. Connor loves to fight!

Wrath pulls Connor back to his feet. He immediately tosses Connor Murphy hard between the second and top turnbuckles shoulder first into the ringpost. Wrath turns his attention to the third man in the match Michael Hardy, but he is nowhere to be found. Wrath turns again just in time to see Michael Hardy soaring through the air in his direction with the Evil Wind.

Simone: OH MY GOD! WRATH CAUGHT HIM!

Adams: THIS IS NOT GOOD FOR MICHAEL HARDY!

Wrath flips Michael Hardy over stomach first onto his shoulder. Wrath elevates Hardy high over his head. Wrath launches Michael Hardy face first into the mat. The Archangel of SCW stomps over to his victim, and plants a foot on his chest. He shoots a look at Drew Patton, and Drew understands without a shadow of a doubt to drop down to make the count.

1!

2!

3!

Simone: That folks was what we are told is called The Descent. Impressive debut match in Sin City Wrestling for Wrath.

Justin Decent:: Your winner of this match... WRATH!

As Wrath celebrates in the ring, Connor Murphy stands up, shaking his head in dismay. He is soon caught off guard again when Duke Ata Tupoi rushes inside of the ring, knocking him over the top rope. Duke looks over to Michael Hardy who is stirring on the mat. Duke picks Hardy off of the mat and he sends him flying into the corner. He stomps around the ring with a war cry as Hardy stumbles out of the corner. Duke hits the Tonga Kick to Hardy, laying him out flat on the mat.

Simone: This is disgusting. Simply disgusting.

Adams: I agree with you. Hot Stuff International is taking things just a little bit too far here.

On the outside of the ring, we see Frost and Joshua Acquin jump over the barrier. They rush over to Connor and lift him off of the ground. Frost swings him into the ring steps, and Acquin follows up with a running knee to Connor’s head, smashing it against the steps. They pick Connor up and roll him back inside of the ring as the ball rings to signify that the match has already been called.

Adams: Where do these guys get off thinking this is alright?

Simone: And where is the NXT cavalry?

Inside of the ring, Frost and Acquin stomp down on Connor as Wrath holds Hardy up as Duke hits another Tonga Kick, flooring him. Wrath and Duke stomp away at Hardy as well. After a moment, the four attackers stand in the center of the ring, all four holding their hands up in solidarity. The fans rain down boos on them for a moment, but burst into cheers as NXT members, Steve Ramone, Jon Dough, Guns For Hire, and Jamie Staggs rush out from the back. Seeing the slight disadvantage in numbers, the Hot Stuff International crew exits the ring, happy with the damage that they’ve caused inside of the ring. They hold their arms up in victory again as they head up the ramp. Jon checks on Connor as Jamie and Steve check on Hardy.

Simone: They were just a little late for the party here.

Adams: But they stopped it from getting any worse.

Saliva's Ladies And Gentleman blares through the speakers as Kain appears from backstage with his wife Ariel, who leads him down the ramp as they hold hands. The two reach the ring within seconds as Kain ascends the steps, then opens up the ropes for Ariel to go through. Ariel goes over to reach for the microphone as Kain stands in the middle, sometimes glancing at the crowd, but mostly keeping his eye on his wife, who raises the mic to her lips to speak.

Ariel: About three weeks ago, my man and I heard about Erik Staggs's invitation to any man that is willing to plead their case for why Simon Jones should pick him to be the next contender for the SCW Heavyweight championship. I am here, on behalf of my husband, the glorious Kain, to speak about that and to explain what exactly happened to bring him back here. Where he belongs!

The fans cheered at the last statement as Ariel waited a few moments before speaking again.

Ariel: If you'll recall, My Bloody Valentine was supposed to be Kain's night. He was off training at a secret facility somewhere in California so that he can be ready for the match that time. But at the time, I had enough. I needed him hone with our kids, to be the husband and father I wanted him to be instead of being the badass that he always will be, whether he wins, loses, or draws. I left him and took our children away from him as well and that was one of the hardest times in his life. I unfortunately saw the rage that made him a different man. It made him Alex Grayson and I never saw that side until now.

Kain looks meaningfully at his wife as the two exchange a look before Kain stares away at the crowd while Ariel speaks to the crowd once more.

Ariel: So he came home for a few months and stayed out of the spotlight. He sacrificed his career in favor of us and it took us awhile to get back on track. But we are a family again and once again, I had a change of heart. I knew that while he was trying to make my kids and I happy, he wasn't truly happy within himself. It's because he wanted to be back here sometime, fighting for his dream. That's why I told him that it was time for him to go back and to do what was right for him. We struck a bargain, because he and I knows that we won't abandon our family ever again. Now it's time to do the right thing, to bring him back into the big picture.

Ariel hands the microphone over to Kain, who kisses his wife on the lips before speaking to the crowd for the first time tonight.

Kain: Simon Jones, I know that you must be allies tonight and I'm hoping for victory. I told you that as much on Twitter earlier this week, but know this...

The crowd suddenly starts to chant Kain's name for a few moments as The King Of Kings lowers his microphone and letting the crowd go for it. Then he speaks as the noise dies down a bit.

Kain: If you do choose me, know this. I won't hesitate. I won't have any ounce of remorse or regret for the beating I have planned for you. You know and I know that I am the only man, in that entire locker room, that is willing to push you to the limits of your mental and physical state. Only I can do what's necessary to push the envelope around here, to show that I am fit to lead the SCW into an era of greatness like no one else has EVER seen before. This is my childhood dream and I should have been in that match at My Bloody Valentine. Instead, I chose honor and took care of things home. This time, I have finally returned to my love of fighting, wrestling, whatever you want to call it, and I won't stop until I get my championship title match! Either you give it to me or I'll work up in the ranks just to be the #1 contender title. It's your choice!

Kain looks at the camera for a second.

Kain: Because the more I go after the title, the more fearful and scared you will be. You don't want that, do you? I suggest you face the music right now and give me the title shot I truly deserved! If not, I'm going to aim my sights at you or whoever the SCW heavyweight champion is until I get what I want - THE SCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd cheers Kain, but others feel differently as they boo him. He doesn't mind at all as he ends his promo as he looks away from the crowd.

Kain: For I am Kain...THE KING OF KINGS! And I...HAVE SPOKEN!

He drops the microphone as Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" as the two raise their hands in the air. The camera cuts from the couple to the announcing table.

Adams: Kain is one of the biggest threats to anybody's title around here, that's for sure. The question is, how will Simon Jones react to his case?

Simone: More importantly, will Simon Jones give him a chance to battle him for the SCW heavyweight championship title? I'm hoping that we can get an answer from Simon Jones on what he feels to be the next step of his storied career!

It didn't take long for Sean Jackson to adapt to being a member of Hot Stuff International. For months, he wondered how he could possibly fit in to a company that had been screwed over by the National Wrestling Alliance. But once "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward made the decision to place the ACW heavyweight title around his waist...

A change definitely began to take shape.

A change that now resonates in the very stadium that Sean Jackson now occupied, with the evil Jezebeth Vanessa and fellow HSI member Max Burke.

As the camera picks up on the trio, they are beginning to discuss strategy in the upcoming match with Kain and Simon Jones. Sean Jackson is wearing slacks, dress shoes, and a casual shirt while Vanessa is wearing her normal low cut dress with the split running up the leg....

Max is dressed casually with a pair of designer jeans, and a button up white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled.

As Burke and Jackson are talking, Stoner Scott Oliver approaches from off camera and shoves a microphone into their faces.

Oliver: "Mr. Burke, Mr. Jackson. Can I get a comment from the both of you on your tag match tonight against Kain and Simon Jones?"

As the question is being aired, both Burke and Jackson turn to face Scott Oliver. Immediately, Sean Jackson fires out a response.

Jackson: "Why yes, yes we are doing fine Scott and thanks for asking. Now, while I find your concern to be a tad less than sincere, let me go ahead and address our tag match tonight."

As Sean prepares to unleash a pipe bomb, Vanessa stands there, completely emotionless.

Jackson: "Simon Jones, I don't envy your position. Not only are you facing two very dangerous members of Hot Stuff International, but you're also tagging with a man who would love to be the SCW heavyweight champion."

A sadistic smile forms on Sean's face.

Jackson: "So that begs the obvious question. When the chips are on the line tonight, exactly how much of your back will Kain have?"

As Sean asks the questions, Vanessa mimics the whole knife in the back motion while standing behind the Mental Rapist.

Jackson: "And exactly how deep will he plunge the knife when the crap really hits the fan?"

Burke: You see, I know Kain extremely well as everyone is aware. He is nothing but an egotistical asshole that lives in his own little dreamland. Now, there is no denying that every professional wrestler has an ego, but Kain he is just on a different level. Kain is a piece of shit that only looks out for himself. Kain always says that we have unfinished business. I've said it once, and I'll say it again and again. I have no issue with showing the world that Kain cannot lace my boots. I've done it over and over again.

Jackson: "And we all know that he's going to stab you in the back, it's just a matter of when and where. We all know that when the crap hits the fan, and your chances of winning disappears faster than a Malaysian flight into the Indian Ocean. Kain is going to do what's best for Kain...."

A sadistic grin forms on his face.

Jackson: "And that is leave you to fend for yourself. So Simon Jones, the questions that beg to be answered is this. What are you going to do when you look to make the tag to Kain, and he isn't there? What are you going to do when positioning for the Sin City heavyweight title takes priority over being your partner?"

The sadistic smile gets bigger.

Jackson: "But most important, what are you going to do when a well oiled machine called Hot Stuff International leaves you in a puddle of your own blood?"

With that, the three walk away, leaving Scott Oliver standing alone in front of the camera.

We cut to the empty ring, and a spotlight shows on the entrance way.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, Cyrus!

Adams: This is going to be something, Belinda.

Simone: I can’t stand this guy. I really hope that Roxi sees the light soon.

A large chorus of boos ring out as Cyrus does indeed part the curtain, with a serious look on his face. He ignores the booing and climbs up the steps and enters the ring. He is handed the microphone and begins pacing.

Cyrus: Alright Ms. Styles, you told me Roxi would be here tonight, and now is the time. Now, I demand you bring her to this ring, back to where she belongs!

The crowd boos Cyrus, obviously.

Cyrus: Shut up. This is all your fault to begin with.

More boos.

Cyrus: If you people would have just left us alone this wouldn’t have happened. People like Simon Jones, people like Misty, and especially, all of you… would let us do our work, Roxi would be right here beside me like she should be.

Simone: This dude is starting to piss me off.

Adams: Belinda, calm down.

Simone: This guy is scum.

And the booing get louder

Cyrus: So stop stalling Electra, come out here, and bring me back Roxi.

There are more boos, and they turn to cheers as "Electric" by Shawn Desmond begins and Electra soon parts the curtain, although alone.

Adams: Wait, where’s Roxi?

Simone: Maybe Electra didn’t find her…

There’s a moment where Electra stares at Cyrus in the ring, before turning back, and Roxi finally does part the curtain to a big pop. Clad in a black hoodie with the hood up, She walks with Electra to the ring, and Roxi slides in as Electra climbs the steps. Entering the ring, Electra stands next to Roxi, as Cyrus continues to motion for Roxi to come with him.

Adams: This puts a knot in my stomach right now.

Simone: It’s just sad to see Roxi like this. She was so happy, so proud…

Cyrus: Roxi! You have no idea how happy I am that you are okay!

Boos.

Cyrus: You’ve done your job Ms. Styles, you can leave us now.

Cyrus begins walking towards Roxi, but Electra takes a step in between them.

Electra: Hang on Cyrus. Like I told you, we’re going to have a talk, and that talk happens right now.

There are cheers as Cyrus backs off.

Electra: I went to a lot of trouble to find Roxi, and now, after seeing her like this, it makes me, and everyone here, sick.

Cheers. Electra turns to Roxi, who just looks at the ground.

Electra: Roxi, I know I don’t really know you that well, but the people we both know, they let you know how they felt. And let me be one of the many people to tell you what you should already know. These people, they love you.

More cheers.

Electra: They aren't booing when you come out because they've turned their backs on you, or because they don’t like you anymore.

Electra turns to Cyrus.

Electra: They’re only booing, because you, are with him.

More cheers.

Simone: I know that’s right.

Adams: Belinda, you need to calm down.

Cyrus: Roxi, please, you know me, I’ve never lied to you.

Electra: Shut up.

More cheers.

Electra: You’ve been talking to her far too much.

Electra turns back to Roxi.

Electra: Roxi, I had the production crew put together something to remind you, of who you really are. I want you to watch and remember.

There’s a highlight package that shows highlights of Roxi’s SCW career, and various fan reactions to her. Roxi holding up the SCW bombshells title, and much more. After a minute, the feed cuts out. Roxi stares at it, but shows no emotion.

Electra: Roxi, that’s who the people love. That’s who they want back. And you have to know that. You have no idea how many people have e-mailed, have tweeted me, practically begging me, to bring you back to normal. These people, they will always love you.

Roxi slowly removes her hood, and stares at the fans, as they stand and cheer for her

Crowd: “ROX-I” “ROX-I” “ROX-I”

Cyrus, beside himself with anger, stares at them.

Cyrus: Roxi, you don’t honestly believe this do you? I mean, that video is nothing but propaganda.

Boos.

Cyrus: They cheered for you, when you were doing things for them. When you were their puppet. When you danced when they wanted you to. Now, now they're just pandering to you. You’re not that person anymore, are you?

Boos as Roxi just looks at Cyrus.

Cyrus: It’s time for you, to come home.

Roxi still just looks at Cyrus, not moving.

Cyrus: Roxi, I said it’s time for you to come home!

Boos, but they turn to cheers as Electra steps between them again.

Electra: No! It’s time to let Roxi decide.

Electra turns to Roxi, who just stares at the both of them. Cyrus continues to motion for Roxi to come with him, but Electra turns to Roxi and looks her dead in the eye.

Electra: Roxi, I’m not going to tell you what you need to do, but you have to make a choice.

Cyrus: Her choice is simple, she’s coming with me.

Electra slowly turns towards Cyrus, angered.

Electra: You know what, Roxi, I tried to be fair about this, but you don’t need this scumbag.

Cheers.

Electra: Why don’t you just get –Ugh!

The cheers turn to stunned silence as Roxi blindsides Electra!

Adams: What the hell?

Simone: Oh my god.

Roxi drops down and pounds on Electra with forearms. Roxi begins bouncing Electra’s face and head off the canvas.

Simone: I can’t believe this.

After a few seconds of this, Roxi stands up and stomps Electra a few times, before readying herself. Electra pulls herself up, and turns right into the Ray of Hope from Roxi.

Adams: Ray of Hope! And Electra is motionless.

Roxi stares down at Electra who is down and out. Roxi then turns to Cyrus, who was smiling, but that disappears as Roxi stares at him.

Simone: Yes! Get him!

Roxi takes a step, towards Cyrus, who smiles and holds his arms out for a hug, and then, Roxi’s mouth curls into a sick smile, and she hugs him!

Simone: DAMMIT!

Adams: What the hell?

Roxi and Cyrus hug and the crowd boos the hell out of this. Roxi turns back to the fallen Electra, and Cyrus leans down in her face.

Cyrus: Thank you Ms. Styles. And when you wake up, hopefully someone will inform you, that what Roxi started tonight, she will finish in Cape Town.

Cyrus stands up, with his arm around Roxi, who wraps her arms around him, as they leave together in stunned silence.

Adams: I…I don’t even know what to say.

Simone: I…Just go to something else. Anything. Please.

Now in the SCW Shop!

Jacob Summers is standing inside of the far corner of the ring, ready to officiate the upcoming contest. Justin Decent, standing center ring, begins the introductions.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Championship!

The crowd applauds at the announcement for the championship match!

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 curtains and poses on the top of the stage.

Justin: Introducing first, she is one-half of the challengers! From Dallas, Texas, weighing 143 pounds ... TRACI PATTERSON!

Traci walks down to the ring and slaps fans' hands. Traci then gets up on the apron and slips in between the ropes and walks over to the corner. She then poses on the turnbuckles as the crowd cheers her on.

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

Justin: Introducing Traci's tag team partner! From Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds…MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

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

Justin: Introducing, ladies and gentlemen, their opponents -- the current reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions! At a total combined weight of 363 pounds ... 'Rock' Rose and Felony Fontana -- THE FREAKETTES!

The lights dim throughout the arena as the opening bass of Alice Cooper's "School's Out" filters in through the PA system. Rainbow colored fireworks explode in front of the stage as the curtains are abruptly parted. The first figure to enter is the scowling behemoth "Rock" Rose, who pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking herself in the pyro while flexing her bulging biceps before an awestruck crowd. She stomps forth after the brief pause followed by the decidedly more energetic blonde Felony Fontana, who bounces back and forth, bursting into short dance steps, smiling and seeming to enjoy herself. Arriving at ringside, Rose enters first and holds the ropes open for her diminutive partner who jumps through and promptly climbs to the top rope extending her arms in acknowledgement of the crowd.

Simone: Traci and Mercedes have cashed in their return clause, and they feel confident that they will be walking out of the Ivory Coast as two-time Tag Team Champions.

Adams: Yeah but they're against two women who aren't just a Lethal lottery combination. Rock Rose and Felony are more than tag tam partners. They're life partners as well.

Simone: That does give the champions an edge, true, and it may have been the factor that allowed them to best Patterson and Vargas for the titles in the first place. Still, the former champions know what it's like to hold gold around their waists, which makes them hungry and that makes them dangerous contenders.

The Freakettes pass the tag gold over to Jacob who shows them to Traci and Mercedes. He then holds them up in the air and the crowd applauds. Jacob then passes the belts out to Justin as Traci steps out onto the apron, and begrudgingly, Rose does the same.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Adams: I'm surprised Rose didn't insist on starting this match like she always does.

Felony bounces around the ring, readying to lock up with Mercedes. The two women do indeed tie up, and Mercedes takes Felony over with an arm drag takedown. Felony gets up, staring at her challenger as Mercedes poses and 'waves' to her. They meet again and lock up a second time, and this time Mercedes shifts her body and hip tosses Felony over to the mat. Mercedes then taunts Rock Rose on the outside and shows off for hr as Felony gets back to her feet. Rose cheers Felony on as the two women circle and lock up a third time, and this time Mercedes shows some strength by scooping Felony up and driving her down with a body slam.

Adams: The champions aren't off to the best start, are they?

Simone: Rock Rose usually starts things off, breaking down their opponents before letting her partner in. This strategy change may have thrown the champions off a bit.

Mercedes just shakes her head as the diminutive Felony returns to a vertical base and eyes her opponent. The spunky Fontana beckons Vargas forward, and the challenger lunges and suddenly Felony takes her down with a leg trip, Vargas hitting the mat face-first. Mercedes gets up quickly and Felony returns the favor from earlier, taking Mercedes over with a lightning quick arm drag ... followed up by a hiptoss ... then she picks Vargas up and body slams her. Rose is cheering loudly for her partner's display as Felony jumps around in excitement. Mercedes gets up, holding her back, and Felony dashes right up and dropkicks Mercedes, and Vargas is sent sailing through the ropes and to the floor outside! The crowd is cheering!

Simone: And the champions are back in this one.

Adams: Felony isn't going to let them spoil her fun, proving herself tonight.

Mercedes, frustrated, slams her hands onto the apron before quickly climbing back inside of the ring. Felony is right there and grabs her, going for an Irish whip into the ropes but Vargas reverses it. Vargas swings for a lariat but Felony ducks under, rebounds off the far side and takes Vargas down with a spinning high cross body!

Adams: What a move!

1.....
2.....
Mercedes kicks out!

Simone: But not enough.

Felony grabs her by the hair to pull her up but Mercedes bulls her back into her own corner and tags Traci.

Adams: Not good!

Mercedes holds the smaller woman as the larger Traci climbs in and drives a double axehandle into Felony's back, sending the champion to her knees. Traci Irish whips Felony into the ropes and catches her with a spinning sidewalk slam into a cover.

1.....
2.....
Felony gets her shoulder up.

Simone: Felony has got to get over to her corner if she hopes to retain the Freakettes title reign past tonight.

Traci pulls Felony to her feet and sends her into the ropes. On the rebound, Traci catches Felony in a military press, displaying her own brute strength, but before she can drop her, Felony hangs onto her arm and takes her over to the canvas. Traci is right back up, and Felony jumps on her, attempting a Hurricanrana, but Traci powers out and hangs on. She lifts her back up as if for a powerbomb, but the spunky Felony starts throwing right hands into Traci's skull, surprising her! Traci staggers back and loses her balance, falling to her back with Felony seated on top.

1.....
Traci powers her off.

Traci gets to her feet and lunges for her opponent but Felony ducks under her legs and scrambles over to her corner and tags in her partner.

Adams: And THIS is what I wanted to see! The two powerhouses going at it!

Simone: Granted Traci Patterson is not anywhere near as large as Rock Rose is physically, but she is a powerful wrestler in her own right.

The two power women of their teams meet in the center of the ring, jawing at each other. Rose places both hands on Traci's shoulders and shoves her back, sending the challenger stumbling into the ropes. Traci looks angry and she steps back up and she answers right back with a powerful shove in her own right, sending Rose back several steps but she catches her balance.

Adams: Is it just me or does Rose look surprised?

Simone: It's not just you.

Rose and Traci then lunge like two powerful lionesses, locking up, collar and elbow. They struggle only briefly until the larger Rock Rose shoves Traci off, knocking her down onto her backside against the ropes.

Simone: Try as she might, I do not think Traci is going to be able to overpower a woman like Rock Rose.

Traci slowly stands up as Rose does a double bicep pose, eliciting cheers from the crowd. Traci shakes her head, fuming, and she and Rose go for another lock up, when Traci switches tactics at the last moment and instead grabs Rose in a side headlock. Traci grinds the hold in, wrenching at Rock Rose's neck muscles, when Rose picks her up as if for an atomic drop and tries to heave her opponent off, but Traci hangs on, keeping the side headlock clamped on. Rose delivers three roundhouse shots into Traci's kidney area, and then breaks the hold by flinging her off into the ropes. Rose swings for a clothesline but Traci ducks under the blow, rebounds off the far side, then strikes Rock Rose with a hard lariat!

Adams: But she doesn't go down!

Indeed Rose staggers back a step but manages to maintain her footing, albeit with some difficulty. Traci runs off the ropes a second time and connects with a second lariat, but again Rose manages to stay on her feet!

Adams: What is it going to take?

Rock Rose rights herself and slaps her upper sternum and shouts "COME ON!!!", begging for more! Traci only too happy to oblige, dashes into the ropes a third time, and this time Rock Rose swings for her own clothesline but Traci ducks under, spins Rose around -- AND SCOOPS HER UP OFF OF HER FEET AND DRIVES HER DOWN WITH A BODY SLAM!!!

Simone: Oh my God! Did we just see what I *think* we saw!?

Adams: Traci Patterson just body slammed Rock Rose! Look at the look on Felony's face! She can't believe it!

Simone: Felony!? Look at the look on ROSE'S face! I don't think that's ever happened before!

Indeed Felony looks stunned and Rose just seems completely shocked! Traci quickly mounts the middle turnbuckle in the nearest corner as Rose gets back up to her feet. Traci launches herself and brings the giantess down with a flying shoulder tackle! Traci covers her and hooks the leg!

1.....
2.....
Rose gets her shoulder up!

Simone: The champions are in trouble, and I think the challengers have a real psychological edge now!

Adams: Right! Rose can't grasp what just happened to her!

Traci pulls Rose to her feet, but has her arms locked in a double underhook. Traci tries to lift her but Rose uses her dead weight to prevent it.

Adams: She's trying a repeat!

Traci tries a second time, but again the 260+ pounds of Rock Rose prevents it! Traci looks around as the crowd cheers her efforts on, and Mercedes stomps the apron, rallying her! Traci then yells out in the tremendous effort of a third try -- and she powers Rose up and over with the suplex maneuver!

Simone: She did it! My god she did it again!

Adams: And Rock Rose doesn't know how to handle it!

Traci tries for the cover again!

1.....
2.....
Rose gets her shoulder up again!

Grabbing Rose by her boot, Traci drags her over to her own corner and Mercedes tags herself in. Mercedes then drops to the floor, grabs Rose by the foot and drags her leg beneath the bottom rope and she wraps it hard down against the ring apron once ... twice ... three times! Rose roars in pain as Felony jumps in, protesting, but this distracts Jacob and he heads her off as Mercedes darts into the ring and she and Traci just start waylaying on Rose's wide back with clubbing lefts and rights! Jacob forces Felony out and turns back around, then runs over and demands Traci exit the ring. She does so and Rose turns over to try to get to her corner and Vargas grabs her by the foot, lifts her injured leg up and drives the knee down hard into the canvas!

Simone: Smart thinking on the part of Mercedes Vargas.

Adams: If Rock Rose has any weak spot at all, it would be her knees. -- Especially after those shots on the apron!

Mercedes beckons Traci in and Patterson hurriedly enters the ring and holds Rose in place as Mercedes scales the corner. Felony argues again with Jacob and Vargas leaps off the top of the corner and lands with a senton right across Rose's sternum!

Simone: I don't care how packed with muscle Rock Rose is! That is still near 130 pounds just dropping down on top of you!

Mercedes covers her as Traci exits the ring again.

1.....
2.....
Felony dashes in and dropkicks Mercedes in the head, breaking it up!

Adams: That Felony Fontana is a real firecracker!

The security pull The Mean Girls away and the camera goes back to Belinda and Jason.

Simone: The Mean Girls strike again. We've been told by Erik Staggs that this match now can't happen, due to injuries suffered in that attack.

Adams: We'll try to give you an update on Karina as soon as we can.

Scream by the Misfits hits over the pa.

Amy: “My main reason for being out there will be discussed in a moment.

But firstly I like to congratulate Emma Rose for her big win last week.”

The crowd begin to cheer for Emma Rose, as Amy lowered her mic for the moment to allow the fans to cheer for Emma, before bringing the mic back to her lips.

Amy: ”And although she was aided by the help of Delia… she deserves the title because she has worked her ass off and has shown she is capable of doing great things.”

The crowd once more cheer for Emma and for Amy’s respect towards Emma Rose.

Amy: “However, there is a long list of girls wanting the Roulette title including me… but don’t worry, I'm not coming for it straight away… I have some other matters to deal with first.

Which this leads me to the main reason I am out here. As everyone saw last week, Delia decided to poke her fake plastic nose into my match and cost me a second reign as Roulette champion.

Now… while not everyone has twitter, I tweeted to my followers after my match that this is war. Now since probably most of you don’t have twitter and Delia’s ability of not being able to read, I am going to say this again and really slowly so that Delia can understand.

THIS…IS…WAR!

You got that Delia? Or shall I write that in permanent marker on your forehead?

You have made a dangerous enemy and I’m not going to sit back and take shit off you or your posse of plastic blow up sheep.

Sleep with one eye open and watch your backs.

I will not stop until the means girls have been exterminated like the vermin you are.

YOU HEAR ME DELIA? Exterminated, eradicated, wiped off the face of the planet.

DEAD!”

Amy glares down the camera before dropping the mic to the mat, as she runs a finger across her throat, as Scream by The Misfits hits over the p.a, as Amy climbs out of the ring and begins her journey back to the backstage area.

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Simone: “Controversy is nothing new to Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr; in fact he seems to court it. But it appears that he has taken things to an entirely different level as our head reporter Pussy Willow explains,

The camera cuts back to Pussy Willow who is in the backstage halls of the arena across the way from the men’s locker rooms.

Pussy: “Just a few short days ago the co – heads of the SCW Christian Underwood and Mark Ward both received a certified, registered letter at the exact same time. These letters were sent by the self-proclaimed face of the SCW, Gene Banton Junior, and inside each envelope was an identical list of demands, demands so unbelievable that they have to be seen to be believed”.

She holds a piece of paper up in front of her face preparing to read the contents to the camera.

Pussy: “It says.., to the heads of SCW; by now it is obvious to one and all that the future of your promotion now lays upon my broad shoulders. This in itself is not a problem as I am confident in my ability to lift your struggling franchise from the depths of obscurity and carry it to never before seen heights. I am accustomed to carrying the weight of others as I have established my family’s name while carrying my incompetent father, mother, and sister along for the ride down the path to greatness. This should come as no surprise to you as universal opinion now proclaims me to be the greatest wrestler in history, and who am I to argue with history?”

She pauses for a breath which is accompanied by a bewildered grin and then continues,

Pussy: “However; I am not yet immortal and to accomplish the task set out before me to lift this moribund federation to bold new heights I am going to need your help therefor I have compiled a list of stipulations to be inserted into my contract, stipulations which will allow me to perform my task to the utmost of my incomparable ability. The first is Justin Decent is to be replaced as the formal ring announcer for my matches with Pussy Willow. This woman loves me and it is unfair for her to be separated from me by her job. Second and third, every match I compete in must be named a number one contender’s match or a title match. If the unthinkable should happen and I was to lose I would then be granted an immediate rematch until I proved victorious. Fourth, from this point forward no media will be allowed to look me in the eye or face expulsion from the property. This includes SCW staff.

Number five, rather than taping the microphone to my wrist I feel it would better serve the company’s goals to purchase a custom fit headset through which I could continue to call my own matches – this is important! The SCW needs a neutral, unbiased opinion to establish credibility and legitimacy. Number six, no longer will I walk to the ring. My energy is far too valuable to be wasted on such a long walk to the ring and the future of your company depends on this energy. Therefor from this point on I must be carried to the ring (Preferably upon a golden chariot while being fed grapes from the Maxim babe of the month but this is optional). Number seven, I will require complete and unfettered access to the federation owners’ allotment of vehicles. I will inspect and select a vehicle on a daily basis for personal use. These vehicles must be a minimum of a $100,000 purchase price, fully maintained, fueled and ready to go on a moment’s notice. I feel that it is imperative for this stipulation to be met as it could potentially sour outsiders’ view of the SCW to see its face and top star gassing his own car or changing or his own tire. Number eight, I will reserve the right to Skype or FaceTime my matches if I do not feel like traveling to the destination of the next show. Number nine and this is non-negotiable: tell Pussy Willow to stop blowing up my phone, I will return her calls when I feel like it”.

Pussy Willow lowers the letter and faces the camera, her face a portrait of disgust. With a shake of her head she says,

Pussy: “Funny how I have no recollection of ever calling him, but as you can see this list of demands takes the cake. It will be interesting to see how the federation heads address this situation publicly and back to Belinda and Jason”.

---

Silver lights fill the arena as a man dressed like Darth Vader walks out from behind a curtain. He is followed by a petite young woman holding a microphone.

Vivian Langley: Sin City Wrestling, the time has come for you all to join the dark side. It's all up to you whether you are with us or against.

The crowd is murmuring to each other as the mouthpiece for the individual dressed like Darth Vader is standing right beside her.

Vivian Langley: The crowd already chose their side by cheering for this dark individual. He is going to prove beyond the shadow of doubt that even the dark side can be loved. What do you say big man?

Vivian hands the microphone to the individual as the crowd is starting to go crazy.

Horace Jackson: The force is strong in this one my child. Time will tell if the masses are really behind the dark side or if they are just clinging to a hope that is better than their own. Have no worries dark side warriors for the Empire will rise once again. Just know that if you get injured the Empire Insurance will cover you. Sin City Wrestling, the Empire wants doesn't want you to fear the dark side. Instead, you should embrace it for the dark side is the where the new hero emerges. May the force be with the Beast from the Southeast.

He hands the microphone back to Vivian as the crowd is cheering their heads off.

Vivian Langley: May the force be with you all.

"Dead Man Walking" by Blaze Ya Dead Homie strikes up over the loud speakers as the Darth Vader and the spokesperson heads toward the back.

---

The opening of "Drunken Lullabies" by Flogging Molly plays as Mickey pushes through the curtains. He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and drops it on the ground, quickly putting it out. He looks from side to side, nodding his head at the boos he is receiving before pointing out into the audience, chanting "Oi! Oi! Oi!". He dashes straight down the ramp where he leaps up and onto the ring apron. He paces back and forth, stomping along to the beat of the music before climbing inside. He looks up at the ceiling and then signals the trinity, kissing his fingers and then pointing up for a moment. He has a smile on his face as he walks over to the ropes, gathering a microphone from Justin Decent. He comes back to the center of the ring as the music dies down. He looks out into the audience as he begins to speak.

Mickey: Been a minute since ye seen me out in the ring like this, yeah?

Mickey stops as the boos pick up once again. He pauses, nodding his head at their reaction. He gives them a moment to die down before continuing.

Mickey: All right? Good. I didn’t come out here to make some arsy remarks to ye, or to rub it in yer face with how much of a tit I’ve become lately. I came out here, because I have been feeling like the shite for the way I been acting. I wanted to offer ye lot an apology. Can I do that?

Mickey stops as the fans give off a mixed reaction. He nods his head, hearing some of the cheers for him, while trying his best to ignore the boos coming through. He turns around to face the other side, taking it all in.

Mickey: Means a lot that some of ye can find the kindness in yer hearts to forgive me. But, that’s not the only reason I’ve come out here tonight. I came out here because I’ve got some big news that I want to share with ye. Sort of like a peace offering, yeah? Ye get to be the first to hear of it, and…

A siren goes off as an ambulance backs to the side of the stage. The back doors fly open.Two men in white outfits come out of the ambulance and pull a gurney out of the back where we see a man handcuffed to a gurney with a tight leather mask covering his face. Mickey stares at the scene that's unfolding infront of him.

I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything

You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready 'cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now

They quickly uncuff the man and run into the ambulance before taking off. He jumps the guardrail and frantically makes his way through the crowd. Grabbing chairs and tossing them towards the ring. He jumps over the guardrail stalks his way around the ring. Slowly reaching up and ripping at the muzzle until it falls from his face. When the muzzle comes off Jericho storms into the ring where Mickey is waiting with a flurry of punches. The music shuts off as Mickey screams and the fans get behind him. Mickey Irish wipes Jericho into the corner and charges in after him only to receive a vicous low blow. Mickey hits his knees in a heap. Jericho walks around Mickey grabbing one of the chairs that he threw into the ring early. Lifting it above his head he brings the chair straight down on Mickey left ankle causing him to scream in pain. Mickey clutches at his ankle as he falls over onto the mat. Jericho walks over picking up the microphone before walking over and pushing Mickey out of the ring with his feet.

Jericho: That was fun...For those of you that don't know my name is Jericho Hill, and while I'm sure Mickey's announcement was going to be lovely, I simply don't have time for this shit. The only reason I didn't crush Mickey's skull is because I wasn't paid to do so.

Jericho cocks his head to the side as the fans greet him with a chorus of boos followed by a chant of "You suck". Jericho gives the crowd a slight smirk before continuing. As medics come down to help Mickey out.

Jericho: Since, I've left SCW a lot of things have changed. The power struggle, the rebellion, NXT, all these different factions trying to take out each other. That's reason enough for me to show my face again. I didn't come here for titles, awards, or accolades. I didn't come here to worshiped or thought of as some sort of God. I came here to make money. Spike Staggs, Mark Ward, Christian Underwood. I don't care who hires me, or who I have to take out. The results will be the same. SCW's personal mercenary guarantees satisfaction.

The medics start to carry Mickey out on a stetchers. Jericho goes to drop the mic but before he does he looks directly into the camera.

Jericho: But I'm going to give you some advice. If you don't hire me, someone will, and if they tell me to take you out, I promise I won't hesitate.

Jericho drops the microphone and heads to the back as "Roar" starts to play again.

---

The lights in the arena goes down as the low-sounding guitar riff from Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" plays and a lone spotlight is placed on the top of the entrance ramp, right at the enter. Once the guitars and drums pick up noise and the song starts to play it's tune, a platform rises from the bottom and the crowd recognizes Kain and his love, Ariel. The crowd cheers wildly for Kain as Saliva's frontman, Josey Scott, sings his lyrics, boasting of a show that no one has ever seen before. Kain looks around the arena, smiles briefly at both sides of the crowd, then stares down the ring and locks on to his game face. Snarling with rage, he walks down the ramp with intent and purpose, thinking of the fight ahead of him. He feels the warm presence of Ariel's hand as the couple walk, side-by-side, but his mind is focused on the carnage tonight. Once they reach the bottom, Ariel goes behind Ariel, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is now shown from head to toe as the camera gets a great look at his incredible physique. The women couldn't help but gawk at his body while the men couldn't help but be awe in what they are seeing now. Ariel hands the black robe over to a nearby ring attendant, directly to her right, then gets pulled in by Kain, who embraces her in a deep kiss. Ariel returns the kiss and the arena's noise got more louder than before. Kain breaks off the kiss, bows to his queen, then turns away and walks up the steps and places both hands near the end the end of the top rope. He then hops on the top floor and performs a forward somersault before landing on the ground. As he lands, flaming pyro explodes from all corners of the ring as the lights grow back on. Climbing on each turnbuckle, he raises his right, clenched fist in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd. Finally, he heads to his corner, kneels briefly, saying a few words to himself before rising up and looking behind as he spies the entrance ramp. "Ladies And Gentlemen" as Kain now stands still, awaiting his opponent.

Justin: And his partner, from Birmingham England and weighing 225 pounds. He is the current SCW Heavyweight Champion...SIMON JONES

The intro of “Simon Says” By Drain STH plays over the arena’s PA system, prompting Simon Jones to walk through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans on either side of the aisle. After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, then steps through the ropes, and as he does so he glances to his left, then to his right, before walking to the side of the ring closest to the camera and pausing to look out at the crowd. Simon then turns around and walks towards the opposite side of the ring, but before he reaches the ropes, he turns to his right and heads for the corner of the ring, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle, to further cheers and applause from the fans. Simon than walks over to Kain and shakes his hand.

Justin: And their opponents representing Hot Stuff International and weighing in at a combined weight of 440 pounds. MAX BURKE AND SEAN JACKSON!!!

The arena quiets down as the house lights drop out and a chilling blue light filters through the crowd. The opening guitars of Five Finger Death Punch's cover of 'Bad Company' begin to ring out as Pro Wrestling's Pedigree' Max Burke steps out on to the stage with the monster Duke Ata Tupoi firmly at his side. Standing clad in his signature black tights with 'BURKE" written across the back and tall black shiny boots and knee pads, he raises his arms in the air with an angry look on his face. He lets out a small smile as the crowd boos and then he and Duke start to slowly walk down the ramp as the lyrics of the chorus kick in.

And that's why they call me
Bad Company
I can't deny
Bad Bad Company till the day I die
Until the day I die
Until the day I die

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. 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. The crowd continues to boo as Max slowly walks past them. Max walks up the steel steps and stops for a moment, staring straight up at the sky. He lifts his arm and points to the sky, his ode to his Uncle Ben, and then very quietly slips into the ring between the top and second rope. Vanessa and Sean 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.

And that's why they call me
Bad Company
I can't deny
Bad Bad Company till the day I die
Until the day I die
Until the day I die
Until the day I die

He jumps up on the top rope and squats up there for a moment, before flipping the hood off of his head and posing. Duke stands tall with arms crossed. He jumps back down into the ring to a chorus of a few more boos and slips off his jacket. Max leans up against the ropes confidently and waits for the match to begin. As soon as Sean 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.

Bad company
I won't deny
Bad Bad company till the day i die
Until the day I die
Until the day I die
Until the day I die
Until the day I die

Adams: Is it me or were those the longest introductions ever.

Simone: You know what they say, the bigger the egos the longer the intros.

Adams: I wonder if the stage can hold up to the weight of all four of these guys big heads.

Simon takes a corner having Kain represent their team first.

DING DING DING

Max charges forward wasting no time and hitting Kain with European uppercut.

Simone: And Max Burke is wasting no time.

Adams: Yeah that’s nice, why is Duke walking over here.

Max starts stomping on Kain hard and fast. He can be heard cursing him as he does it, Jasmine St John is trying to break it up while the crowd starts up the boo’s early.

Adams: He is motioning like he wants to sit down.

Simone: I am pretty sure he can hear you.

The referee is able to push Max away but he does not waste much time. Max charges in on Kain again as he tries to rise. He helps him to his feet only to bring him down again with a snap suplex. Max scrambles up to try to stomp on him a few more times but Jasmine is in there warning him to calm down. Max steps back holding his hands back with a grin.

Adams: It appears we are being joined by Duke Ata Tupoi, please don’t hurt me.

Duke: Damn right you are, I am not about to have a Hot Stuff International match ruined by poor commentary

Simone: I can’t express how...great it is to have you.

Kain is up, glaring at Max and charging forward. They lock up in the center of the ring. Max tries to gain some momentum, but Kain spins behind him. Kain tries to lift Max, but Burke responds with a stiff elbow to Kain's face. Kain drops him, Max spins around just in time to be hit with a big roundhouse. Max staggers back and Kain grabs him quick, bringing him down with a powerslam.

Crowd: POP

Simone: Got anything to say about that Ata.

Duke: Just that Kain is getting some lucky hits in, ain't going to last.

Adams: Couldn’t say it better myself, please continue not hurting me.

Kain starts to lift Max up but Burke swings upwards, catching Kain in an upper cut. Max is on his feet and the two start exchanging blows. Kain whips Max into a nearby turnbuckle and charges after. He starts throwing a combination of punches and high knees on Burke who is trying to deflect as best as possible. Max grabs the ropes on either side and swings up with a hard kick. He launches off the turnbuckle and catches Kain with a spinebuster.

Crowd: POP

Simone: Those two are fighting all out.

Duke: Well Kain better fight like that or it will be the last fight he has.

Adams: Burke just dropped a huge elbow and is going for the pin.

Crowd: NO CHANCE BURKE!! NO CHANCE BURKE!!!

1….
2…
Kickout!

Crowd: TOLD YOU!!!

Burke is up quick arguing with St John and taking a moment to flip off the crowd. He kicks Kain when he sees he starting to get up and then pulls him up so that he can toss him to the corner where Sean Jackson is waiting.

Simone: Looks like Burke is making the tag.

Burke whips Kain into the corner then charges at him with flying elbow strike. Sean is right behind him charging at him with his own high knee shot. The two men start taking turns punching on Kain.

Adams: Isn’t Burke suppose to go to his corner…

Duke: Shut up and watch my guys work!

Jasmine is in Max’s face telling him to get to the corner. Sean uses the opportunity to use his boot to choke Kain, dropping his foot just as Max relents, slipping behind the ropes. Kain is red faced, struggling to catch his breath.

Simone: Your “guys” seem to work dirty.

Duke: Maybe but we never promised we came into the SCW for hugs. This is about brutality and dominance.

Sean Jackson is now dragging Kain towards the ropes. He lifts Kain up only to drop him throat first onto the top rope. Kain is really struggling.

Crowd: FUCK YOU SEAN!! FUCK YOU SEAN!!!

Sean Jackson does not seem phased by the taunts. He kicks at Kain while he is down. He then lifts him up catching him in a half nelson and dragging him so that he is close to Simon Jones’s corner. Jones is reaching out for Kain but Jackson is making sure that Kain can’t make the tag as he tries to take more of the breath from him.

Simone: Looks like Sean Jackson is doing more of his mind games.

Adams: Seems to be working, Simon is getting pissed.

Duke: Hey man its not my style but I can’t deny the results.

The crowd starts chanting for Kain as the “King” struggles to stay in it. Than out of nowhere, Kain gets a surge of energy. He brings his knee up hard into Sean’s body and breaks the hold turning it into a quick DDT. He clamors over to Simon, making the tag.

Crowd: POP

Simone: Mind games only get you so far it seems.

Simon charges as Sean Jackson quickly gets to his feet. Simon catches Jackson as he gets to his feet and uses his momentum to lead into a big belly to belly suplex. The champion is up quick to his feet as the fans cheer him on. Simon is focuses as he pulls Sean back up to his feet, whipping him into the ropes.

Adams: The Champion is not wasting any time out there.

Duke: Don’t worry his time will run out.

Simon tries for a clothesline but Jackson spins out of the way. Jackson tries to grab Simon from behind, but Simon reverses it into a German suplex.

Crowd: POP

As the crowd starts to chant his name Simon Jones gets to his feet. Just as he is about to turn his attention back to Jackson, Vanessa is up on the ropes shouting at him. Simon shakes his head and motions for the referee to get involved. Sean Jackson hits a low blow while the referee is not looking. He is going for the roll up.

Simone: Oh come on ref...how could you not see that.

1….
2…
nearly 3….kickout!

Adams: Jackson nearly stole the win there.

Duke: Quit it with that stealing shit. He is just trying to wins by any means necessary.

Simone: Yeah no matter how cheap.

Sean Jackson is on his feet but Simon Jones is still hurting on the ground. Sean pulls up the injured champion and throws him into the turnbuckle. The champion crashes into the turnbuckle hard. He pulls Simon off the rope with a belly to back suplex.

Crowd: JACKSON IS CHEAP!!! JACKSON IS CHEAP!!!!

Sean is up quick, giving the crowd a big grin.

Simone: Sean Jackson seems to be at his happiest when the crowd hates him.

Duke: Maybe that's because those people out there are all punks.

Sean Jackson is heading up to the top rope, ready to hit a flying elbow. He is up in the air and at the last moment Simon Jones rolls out of the way. Jackson hits the canvas hard and both men are laid out on the floor.

Adams: Oh man that looks like it hurt.

Duke: Excuse me.

Duke steps away from the announcers table as both men are trying to shake the cobwebs out. Jasmine St John is starting up a ten count as both men have not moved much.

Simone: Thank god that guy has left.

Adams: Yeah I like working with you better, you smell nicer and I am fairly sure you won’t hurt me.

The crowd is chanting for Simon as both men start to get up and crawl for their corners. Vanessa is up on the ropes again cheering on her man, but this time Jasmine is quick to get in her face. She is telling Vanessa to get off the ropes.

Adams: I have a bad feeling every time that lady gets involved.

Simone: With good reason, Duke just attacked Kain!

While the referee was distracted Duke just grabbed Kain and threw him off the ring and into the turnbuckle. Duke stomps on Kain for good measure letting out a roar before slipping into the crowd. Sean Jackson makes the tag.

Simone: Simone has reached his turnbuckle but there is nobody there to help him.

Adams: Max is grinning, its like sharks with blood in the water.

Max Burke rushes at Simon who is just getting to his feet. He grabs him and hits a bulldog on the champion. The crowd is now really getting into it booing Max as he gets in Simon’s face. Max pulls Simon to his feet again hitting him with a huge overhand chop, Jones is dazed on his feet and Max capitalizes the Max-Plex.

Adams: I hate to say it but this might be it.

Max is going for the pin, using the nearby ropes for leverage.

1….

Crowd: CHECK THE ROPES!!! CHECK THE ROPES!!!

2….

Jasmine stops the count pointing to ropes. Max is not happy about it, he stands up getting in her face.

Simone: I guess Max is learning that the referee doesn’t miss everything.

Crowd: TOO BAD BURKE!!! FUCK YOU BURKE!!!!

Max is livid and doesn’t notice that Simon has staggered up to his feet. He spins Max around, knees him hard in the gut then lifts him up for a huge brainbuster

Simone: Out of nowhere, Simon Jones hits Severe Skull Trauma

Adams: The crowd is freaking out. He is going for the pin!!

1….
2…
3!!!!

Simone: And that is why Simon Jones is champion!

Kain is climbing into the ring in time to hear that Simon Jones has one the match. Max rolls out of the ring a shocked look on his face. As he and Sean Jackson stand on the outside of the ring, angry and bewildered about their loss, the crowd erupts in a loud chorus of boos as Andrew Garcia comes running through the crowd, jumping the barricade!

Adams: The Honorable Warrior! Andrew Garcia is going right after Kain!

Simone: Nothing about that man is honorable, Jason.

Andrew slides in the ring, going right after Kain. He pummels right into him, sending the "King of Kings" down to the mat as he begins delivering clubbing blows to Kain's head. Before Simon even has a chance to help his partner for the night, Sean and Max are in the ring again, and they charge at him, immediately double teaming the champion! Max holds Simon as Sean a hard knee to Simon's stomach, followed by vicious uppercuts to the champion!

Simone: This is absolutely out of hand! Someone needs to stop this!

Adams: Like that is going to happen. Hot Stuff is probably standing backstage, smiling from ear to ear!

Andrew Garcia now has Kain pinned into the corner, and he's choking the life out of him. Sean and Max are still doing a number on the champion, when all of a sudden, a familiar voice is heard in the arena.

"HEY!!! You boys didn't think you'd get to have all the fun, now did you?"

Simone: I know that voice....But it can't be...Can it?

Adams: It is!!! It's KITTIE!!!

Indeed, the former Bombshell Champion and crazy Kittie has returned and she's standing at the top of the ramp with a huge smile on her face, holding a microphone as she starts walking down the ramp. Everyone in the ring, turns and looks at her, wondering what the hell she is doing out there.

Kittie: Well isn't this just one big party. You know who likes these kinds of parties?

Kittie lowers the microphone for a second as Andrew, Sean and Max all look at one another, confused. Just then, the lights go out, causing the crowd to pop with excitement.

Kittie: Uh oh! What happened to the lights?! Did someone forget to pay the electric bill again?

Kittie is heard giggling and a second later, the lights return and the crowd goes crazy, as Rage is standing right behind Sean, Max and Simon!

Simone: Oh my God! It's Rage! Rage is back! Jason? Jason?! Oh would you get out from under the table!

Adams: I'm sorry...Something bad happens every time the lights go out!

Kittie points behind Sean and Max with a smile and a laugh. Max tosses Simon to the mat, and when the two of them turn around, they are looking straight at The Sin of Wrath, as he is seething and breathing heavily. Andrew releases his hold on Kain, causing Kain to slump to the floor, but he's not out yet. Simon makes his way over to Kain and they watch as the three members of Hot Stuff International team up against the Sin of Wrath, trying to take the big man down. Andrew grabs one arm, Max grabs another and Sean starts delivering vicious right hands to Rage's head. It seems to be working as Rage begins fading to the mat.

Adams: Well...didn't this just backfire on Rage?

Simone: I wouldn't be so sure just yet, Jason. If I know Rage, then...

Just then, Rage lets out a boisterous roar and sends all three men away from him, showing off the big man's strength. Just as he does this, Kain and Simon are back on their feet. Kain charges at Andrew and spears him to the ground. Simon goes after Sean, tackling him as well, and Rage takes on Pro-Wrestling's Pedigree, Max Burke. It's pure chaos in the ring. Kain gets Andrew set up and a moment later, he delivers the Quickening, sending the Honorable Warrior down to the mat. Rage sends Max Burke down in a powerful chokeslam, and Simon finishes off Sean Jackson with the Severe Skull Trauma. The crowd is going absolutely wild as the three men have just taken out Hot Stuff's top three guys. Kittie is even jumping up and down excitedly, but her eyes are locked on Rage, almost as if she is waiting for something.

Simone: I can't believe what we've just witnessed, Jason. Unbelievable!

Kain and Simon quickly look up at Rage, thankful yet confused by just why he helped them. Rage is looking down at the carnage that is now Hot Stuff International as Kain and Simon slowly approach the big man, and that was perhaps their mistake. The second they took a step forward, Rage's head shoots up, and he glares at the champion and The King of Kings with a burning hatred in his eyes. They have no time to back off as Rage suddenly takes Kain by the throat, then Simon as well, and the crowd immediately boos Rage. Kittie just cheers him on and encourages him, and without wasting another second, Rage lifts the two men, then sends them down in a vicious double chokeslam! He looks down at the mess he caused, and he just...stares.

Adams: Holy crap! There are bodies all over the ring, Belinda!

Simone: That there are Jason, and Rage just looks like he's enjoying it all. And what is with Kittie?!

Kittie calls out to Rage, grabbing his attention, as SCW officials finally swarm the ring. Rage slowly backs away, before exiting the ring and joining Kittie at her side. As she pulls him backstage, Rage just has his eyes locked on the ring, but an eerie calmness falls over the big man until he starts laughing...Yes, laughing, but it's a dark maniacal laugh that can be heard even when the two disappear backstage.

Adams: I know a boss who is gonna be pissed at this!

Simone: He can be as pissed as he wants but we're out of time here! We'll see you next week in the Congo!

Adams: Isn't that a dance?

Simone: No, ugh! Good night everybody!

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THANK YOU! to Chris Mark, Erik, Aleksei, Derek, Court, The Lord MK, Dustin, Roxi, Electra, Sean Jackson, Joanne Canelli, Mercedes Vargas, Mete, Jenny, Crash, Simon Jones, Jericho Hill, Sam, Gerrit, Geno, Maggie. Also to Vixen for the great match graphics and to everyone for the hard work this week with the roleplays.