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

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

The Mental Rapist

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

Justin: From Dallas, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is the ACW champion, he is The Mental Rapist Sean Jackson!

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

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

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

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

Justin: And his partner...

The intro of ???Simon Says??? By Drain STH plays over the arena???s PA system, prompting Simon Jones to walk through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans.

Justin: From Birmingham, England. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds, he is the current SCW Heavyweight champion, he is Simon Jones!

As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans on either side of the aisle. After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, then steps through the ropes, and as he does so he glances to his left, then to his right, before walking to the side of the ring closest to the camera and pausing to look out at the crowd. 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, lifting the SCW Heavyweight championship, to further cheers and applause from the fans.

Adams: Simon must feel like the odd one out.

Simone: Why?

Adams: Cause everyone else has someone accompanying them. It's like a circus out here.

Kain and Andrew Garcia argue in the ring, but Sean Jackson takes advantage, nailing Andrew in the back. Jasmine quickly calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Simon and Kain leave the ring and Sean kicks Andrew in the back of leg, dropping him to his knees. Sean pulls his leg back and kicks Andrew right in the spine. He pulls up Andrew up and grabs him from behind, charging him towards the ring post. Sean throws Andrew head first between the top and middle ropes, sending Andrew head first in to the ring post. Sean aggressively pulls Andrew back and hooks him up in a Russian legsweep, dropping Andrew on the back of his head. Sean kicks Andrew, causing him to roll on to his stomach. Sean puts his boot on the back of Andrew's neck before lifting his foot high and smashing it down on the back of Andrew's head.

Adams: Hulk hurt, Hulk head hurt. Baaaaaaaaaad!

Sean forces his boot down on Andrew's head and puts his arms out wide, soaking in the boos from the crowd, before lifting his foot high again and stomping on Andrew's back. Sean steps away and lifts Andrew to his feet. He tries to whip Andrew to the ropes, but Andrew grabs him and pulls Sean in close. Andrew hooks Sean's head and arm and lifts him over with a head and arm suplex, crashing him on to his head!

Adams: Hulk angry!

Simone: Are you just gonna sit here doing a bad Hulk impression.

Adams: Only when he's in the ring.

Sean tries to roll away but Andrew drops down and starts placing clubbing blows to the back of Sean's head. Sean rolls away and grabs on to the ropes with both hands but Andrew gets to his feet, and grabs Sean's ankles. He pulls Sean sharply off the ground and in to a low sitdown powerbomb! Sean's shoulders stay down and Jasmine drops down to make the count.

Simone: Andrew going for the first cover of the match.

Andrew pulls Sean to his feet and catches him with a sharp shot to the jaw. Sean spins and Andrew clubs him in the head with a forearm, sending Sean stumbling in to the corner. Sean turns around and Andrew starts to club him in the head with hard shots. Andrew moves a leg up and climbs on the ropes, standing above Sean and starts to rain down hard shots to his head but Sean steps out of the corner and carries Andrew out before dropping backwards and catching Andrew's jaw on the turnbuckle. Sean rolls Andrew over and goes for the cover.

Adams: Hulk nearly knocked out by Sean Jackson!

Sean stands up, moving to Simon Jones. He puts his hand out to Simon and Simon attempts to make the tag, but Sean pulls his hand away at the last minute and smirks at Simon.

Simone: That's just cocky.

Sean smiles at Simon but Andrew spins Sean around and nails him with a European uppercut. Sean stumbles in to Simon who tags himself in to the match.

Adams: That works.

Simon jumps in the ring and Garcia swings a wild shot towards him but Simon ducks and lifts Andrew off his feet and catches him with an atomic drop. Andrew stumbles across the ring and turns around, just as Simon charges at him and catches him with a clothesline, taking the Roulette champion off his feet. Andrew starts to crawl towards Kain and Simon stands back, letting him.

Simone: Is Simon letting this tag take place?

Adams: It looks like it. Simon is a fighting champ, and he and Kain have exchanged more than a few words lately.

Kain looks across at Simon, as Andrew reaches out, making the tag. The fans cheer as Kain steps in the ring, and quickly moves face to face with Simon.

Simone: This crowd is at fever pitch.

Kain pulls a hand back and aims it towards Simon's head, but Simon blocks it and throws a hand towards Kain's head, but Kain blocks. He fires another at Simon but Simon drops his head and nails Kain with a dropkick to the knee. Kain crumples to a knee and Simon sits up and catches Kain with a shot to the head. Simon returns to his feet and pulls Kain with him. He wraps his arms around Kain and flips him around one hundred and eighty degrees and lifts him over with a belly to belly suplex. The fans cheer as Simon looks over Kain. He pulls him to his feet and moves to his side and drops him backwards with a swinging Russian legsweep. Simon rolls over on to Kain and hooks his leg.

Simone: SCW Heavyweight champion comes close.

Adams: As close as my underwear to my butt.... if I was wearing underwear I mean. I do forget sometimes

Kain crawls towards the ropes, using them to get himself to his feet and steps forward to where Simon is waiting. Simon aims a fist at Kain but Kain sidesteps and jumps in the air and catches Simon with an enziguri to the side of Simon's head.

Simone: That was unexpected.

Kain rolls on to his knees and springs to his feet. Kain pulls Simon to his feet and whips him off the ropes. As Simon returns, Kain lifts him over with a powerslam, crushing Simon to the canvas. Kain hooks Simon's leg and Jasmine drops down to make the count.

Simone: Kain trying to send a message to the champ.

Adams: He should try texting or tweeting him.

Kain pulls Simon to his feet and hits him with an elbow to the top of the head, stumbling him towards the ropes. As Simon bounces off the ropes, Kain lifts him up in the air and drops him with a flapjack. Simon gets on all fours and Kain charges at him and punts him hard in the ribs, Simon leaping off the canvas before rolling on to his back. Kain steps back and drops an elbow on Simon's chest. Kain charges towards the rope but Vanessa grabs Kain's foot, causing him to trip and fall. Ariel starts to walk around the ring towards Vanessa, causing her to back off.

Adams: We could have the ladies going at it now!

Kain gets to his feet, looking over at Vanessa, but Simon moves up behind him, and hooks his arms around his waist and lifts him over with a release German suplex, crashing Kain in to the canvas. Kain rolls over holding the back of his head and Simon goes on the attack with stomps to the back. Simon pulls Kain to his feet and hooks him in a reverse DDT position and lifts him off the ground before crashing Kain down to the mat. Simon stands up and moves toward Sean, tagging him in by pushing him in the chest.

Adams: That counts like a maths genius.

Sean steps through the ropes, looking at Simon as he passes and moves over to Kain, pulling him up to his feet. Sean rakes Kain's eyes in front of Jasmine, who quickly warns Sean, but Sean ignores her and watches Kain spin around. As Kain turns his back on Sean, Sean charges, taking Kain down with a spear to the back on the knee and knocking him down to the canvas. Sean quickly picks Kain's leg up and plants shots with his boot to the back of Kain's knee.

Simone: Jackson trying to pick apart Kain.

He pulls Kain to his feet, lifting him on to his shoulders and dropping backwards with a Samoan drop, crushing Kain to the canvas. Sean lays back on Kain, keeping his shoulders down, but before Jasmine can drop down for the count, Kain pushes Sean off. Sean pulls himself to his feet and drags Kain with him, catching him with a short, sharp right hand to the jaw. He grabs Kain's head and drops him down with a DDT, before stepping away from Kain. Sean crouches and starts to tap his knee.

Adams: Sean Jackson is calling for the end.

Kain gets to his knees and Sean starts to run. He raises his knee, aiming for Kain's head, but Kain pulls his head out of the way at the last second.

Simone: Jackson was an inch away from connecting with the Game Called Due To Darkness!

Sean turns around and in one swift movement, Kain springs to his feet and jumps in the air, spinning around and catching Jackson with a boot to the jaw, causing the fans to cheer wildly for him.

Adams: Kain's just turned this one around.

Kain stays on his feet while Jackson rolls away holding his jaw, but Kain moves in closer, stomping wildly on Jackson's back, before pulling him up to his feet and forcing him back in to the corner. Kain starts to throw shot after shot at Jackson's stomach and ribs before jumping on the bottom rope, using it as a springboard to bounce up and catching Jackson in the side of the face. Kain moves out of the way and Jackson stumbles out of the corner. Kain quickly gets himself on the second rope and jumps off, catching Jackson's head as he goes by and drops him down with a bulldog. Kain sits, methodically planning his next move and gets to his feet. He stalks Sean, waiting to him to get to his feet. As he does, Kain spins around and catches Sean with a whirlwind fist.

Simone: We know what's coming next.

Kain jumps in, looking for Malice, but as he turns his back to Sean, Sean plants a knee in the back of Kain!

Adams: Jackson had that one well scouted.

Kain turns around, charging towards Sean, but both men put their arms out and catch each other with a double clothesline. Both hitting the canvas hard.

Simone: Both men are down here.

Both men crawl towards their corners, their partners with their hands out, waiting for the tag. Kain gets to the corner first, reaching out and tagging in Andrew Garcia, but before Garcia can catch Jackson, Sean leaps and makes the tag to Simon!

Adams: Two fresh men in!

Simon moves towards Garcia, slamming Andrew with big shots to the head, but Andrew starts to take control with heavy shots. He grabs Simon, wrapping his arms around him and lifts him over his head with a release belly to belly suplex. Simon scrambles himself towards the corner. Simon pulls himself up but Andrew charges in, splashing him in the corner. He lifts Simon up, sitting him on the top rope, but Simon kicks Andrew in the head, and pulls him in. Andrew tries to fight Simon off but Simon lifts him up, and falls forward!

Simone: Into Oblivion!

Adams: That came out of nowhere!

Simon rolls Andrew over and keeps his shoulders down. Jasmine drops down to make the count

Justin: The winners of the match... Sean Jackson and Simon Jones!

Adams: That's how quick a match can end.

Before Simon can get to his feet to celebrate, Sean Jackson charges at him and catches him with a knee to the back of the head!

Simone: Game Called Due To Darkness! The sneaky...

The crowd boo as Jackson looks down at Simon as Jasmine hands him the ACW title. Jackson raises it above his head and walks towards the ropes, stepping though. Kain pulls himself to his feet, looking down at the fallen Andrew Garcia. Kain shakes his head in disgust as Andrew gets to his feet. Kain jumps in and nails him with the Malice! The crowd burst in to cheers.

Adams: So Jackson nails Jones after the match and the fans boo, but Kain nails Garcia and gets cheered?

Simone: Anti hero Jason.

Kain motions a title belt around his waist as he stands over Andrew.

Simone: The champions are both down, but will it be that way at Chaos In Cape Town?

The familiar tune ???Help is on the way??? blares over the PA system, and it is followed by a chorus of boos as Cyrus, clutching the Bombshell???s title in his arms leads Roxi Johnson to the ring.

Simone: I HATE this guy.

Adams: I think that???s universal. But the fact of the matter is under his leadership, Roxi now has the Bombshell???s title in her possession.

Simone: Doesn???t look like it???s in her possession, does it Jason?

Cyrus stops at the base of the ring, and Roxi walks in front of him and up the steps. Roxi then holds the ropes open for Cyrus as he enters the ring, and Roxi follows suit.

Simone: Look at this, you???d think HE was the bombshell???s champion.

Cyrus takes the microphone as the music fades out. A loud ???you suck??? chant breaks out before he can say anything.

Simone: I guess you were right Jason. EVERYONE hates this guy.

Adams: In more ways than one.

Cyrus: Oh, how sweet it is.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!

Cyrus: All of you, can now answer a very important question I have. How is that plate of crow you???ve been served?!

Cyrus laughs as there are more boos.

Cyrus: Admit it, you all doubted Roxi. You all thought that she stood no chance, and that only the ???old??? Roxi Johnson would be able to win the Bombshell???s title. Ha! Not only, did she prove her loyalty to me, she proved all of you wrong!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!

Cyrus: And the best part of it all? The fact that it???s all because of me!

Cyrus holds up the Bombshell???s title for everyone to see, proudly parading around with it, showing it to all sides of the ringside area. The boos only get louder. Cyrus places the title over HIS shoulder and continues.

Simone: Yup, I really, really hate him.

Cyrus: Now, now that I have led Roxi back to the promise land, I???m sure you???re all wondering, what???s in the immediate future for our championship.

Simone: ???Our??? championship? He???s not???

Adams: Calm down Belinda!

Cyrus: Well, the long and short of it is simply this: This title is going, nowhere. In fact, it???s going to stay with us, for a very, very long time. We are going to surpass every champion in SCW history. Roxi and I have big plans for this championship. We???re taking it everywhere. Letting all of you ungrateful idiots get a glimpse of a championship that will be the crown jewel of this company!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!

Cyrus: Yes, yes, boo. Boo all you like. It makes no difference to us now. We have what every woman back there wants, and now, none can have. You all hate that, because it???s the truth. Which is exactly what I???ve been saying the entire time!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK! YOU SUCK!

Cyrus: The truth hurts doesn???t it? I told you I wasn???t the bad guy. I told you that I would bring Roxi back to the top, and I told you I would make her better than she was before! And guess what? I DID! All of it came to pass. And all of you can do nothing about it.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Simone: I swear if this goes on any longer???

Cyrus: Oh, boo hoo, people aren???t getting a puppet they can string along. People don???t have their hero. Guess what? She???s right here, and you all are booing her. You did this! All of you! You took, and innocent, sweet woman, and turned her into a paranoid, self-loathing freak! That???s what you did!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!

Simone: How can she just sit there and take this?!

Adams: This is turning my stomach.

Cyrus: The fact remains that while we are in control of this championship, there???s going to be an era of great change in SCW. And that???s going to start tonight.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!

Cyrus: You keep booing, and we???ll just leave!

Crowd: *POP!*

Cyrus: Oh, is that how we???re going to play it? You want us to leave? Because we???ll walk away, and you???ll never see us, or this championship ever again!

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!

Cyrus: Those of you who are cheering, this is because of you, let???s go Roxi!

Cyrus turns to leave the ring, but Roxi tugs at his arm and tells him to wait. She whispers something inaudible in his ear, and his scowl turns to a grin. He turns back and holds up the microphone again.

Cyrus: Consider yourselves lucky. Roxi caught me in a good mood, so we???re not going to leave SCW just yet. But more outbursts like this again, and you won???t be so lucky!

Adams: I wonder what she said to him.

Simone: I really wish he???d just go away.

Cyrus: Tonight, Electra Styles will have the privilege of teaming with Roxi, as they crush Mercedes Vargas and Emma Rose. And then, step two of the new era of SCW???s bombshells will begin. I can???t wait to see your stupid faces when it happens!

Cyrus discards the mic and again holds up the bombshell???s title as if he was the champion. Roxi holds the ropes open again, and they depart.

Simone: I really hope that someday, somewhere, somebody shuts this guy up.

As we return to the show Jericho Hill is pulling Ms. Rocky Mountains behind him down the aisle way. She tries to fight him off but to no avail. He brings her up the stairs and forces her into the ring.

Adams: What the hell is Jericho doing?

Simone: I have no idea but this can't be good???

Getting behind her he wrapper his left arm around he neck and drops to the ground with her. He motions for a microphone with his right hand as Ms. Mountains squirms in his grasp. As a microphone is delivered to Jericho.

JH: Maybe I was not clear, I said I wanted Rage, and no one will give me Rage. I say I want to fight, and yet I have no one to fight this week. I ask to be hired, and nobody hires me. Maybe I'm just doing this wrong? Maybe I need to be a bit more forceful.

Jericho holds onto her as a high pitch scream echoes throughout the arena from Ms. Mountains. Jericho gives her a smile, as he drops the mic. Before reaching in his pocket and pulling out a cigarette out. He drops the cigarette and lifts the mic.

JH: So here's the deal, I don't care who it is. Mark Ward, Christian Underwood, or Erik Staggs. Tonight, I either get what I want or I take her eye out with a cigarette. If that doesn't work, I will light her on fire on live television. Basically, I am not leaving until I get something I want. Not some petty roulette title, or something on that level. Something, worth my while.

Jericho drops the mic, lifting the cigarette he places it between his lips. Once more he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a lighter. He lights the cigarette, inhaling he pulls his head back within range of the mic.

JH: I guess no one cares.

Jericho takes the cigarette and starts slowly moving it towards Rocky Mountains left eye. She's trying to fight him off, but he simply wraps his legs around her waist. Rendering her helpless.

Adams: Someone needs to stop this!!!

Simone: Come on, anyone help her.

The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo???s explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro???s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. Mark walks over calmly to grab a microphone from Justin Decent.

HS: Now usually Jericho, I'd sit back there and put my feet up, watch Christian come running down here waving his arms like his about to take off, or generally send HSI down here to leave you smudged across the floor, but a lit cigarette near those silicon valleys.

Hot Stuff points to Rocky Mountains chest.

HS: And I'm getting a lawsuit.

Hot Stuff rubs his free hand across his chin. I know you're in love with the sound of your own voice Jericho, and I now you just want that painted face of yours on TV so everyone can know who you are, but sometimes, they're better ways to deal with things. Hot Stuff points to the cigarette, not too far from Rocky's eye.

HS: I could have come down here with a fire extinguisher, put that death stick out, made you look like you had the make up running down your a bitch dumped at the prom and had a wet T-shirt contest all at the same time, but I didn't. Your plan would have gone up in smoke, no pun intended, and you'd have just looked like a complete idiot, but again, I didn't. I saved you from looking like a fool, so why don't you return a favor, move that thing away and tell me what you want, because you have my attention Jericho. I suggest you take advantage of it.

Jericho takes a hit off the cigarette and let's her go. She scurries out of the ring, before taking off up the ramp. Getting to his feet he grabs the mic and nods at Mark.

JH: You do realize if I had seen a fire extinguisher she wouldn't have an eye? But since you have been respect of me. I can return the favor. I am a simple man. I want simple things, and I'm not even that picky. I will take the scraps you leave at your table.

Jericho reaches down and puts out the cigarette with his boot before flicking it out of the ring.

JH: I don't have a list of demands, just a couple things I want done. I want Kain, Rage, or Simon Jones. I threw Simon Jones in because I know I'm not going to get that, but I am reasonable. I want to treat you fairly. Just as I expect to be treated fairly. So I'll take any of them unless.

Jericho jumps from side to side all the way around Mark.

JH: Unless you can give me something of more worth to me. And no I'm not talking about shitty titles that I do not want. Only belt I want Simon has, and we've established that will not happen.

Jericho runs off the ropes hitting them with velocity, then running across the ring and jumping on the top turnbuckle where he perched himself. Hot Stuff looks at Jericho on the turnbuckle, his mind clearly mulling over Jericho's words.

HS: So what you're trying to say is you want to face big names?

Jericho stays where he is, a smirk across his painted face and his head slowly moving up and down.

HS: And you mention Kain and Rage?

Jericho continues to nod his head.

HS: You wanna be Jericho Hill, monster hunter, the man who takes down the big beasts, the demons of SCW.

Hot Stuff's mocking tone forces Jericho to narrow his eyes, staring at the boss.

HS: Simple question Jericho... are you out of your fucking mind?

JH: Little bit

HS: I've been in the ring with Kain, we kicked the fuck out of each other all over London. I'd love to feed you to Kain, but no.

The crowd boo at Hot Stuff's refusal to give Jericho Kain.

HS: Kain's a little bit busy at the supercard, he's gonna be beat on by HSI member Andrew Garcia, but Rage, Rage is a different story. See that guy Jericho, he begged me for a match, he was crying out to face the legend that stands before you, but he had to cry off with a very unexpected shoulder injury, I'd love nothing more than to see you smash him from country to country. Hell, I'd take a ringside seat. Now I can not promise you that at Chaos At Cape Town, I can give you Rage. I'll try, but he has a habit of running away, like he ran crying from me.

The fans boo as Hot Stuff smirks.

HS: But you have my word I will hand him to you on a silver platter as soon as I can. How's that?

Jericho raises his eyebrow to Mark, standing there for a moment just giving an awkward gaze at Mark.

JH: That sounds wonderful, but just because I start with Rage does not mean that once I finish him, I'm done. And if I can't have Rage at Chaos, make sure I have something exciting to do on that night.

Jericho drops the mic and nods towards his boss, before calmly exiting the ring and dancing up the stage and into the back.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen please direct your attention to the center of the ring for a special ceremony. To kick things off please welcome to the ring, SCW Vice President and Head of Talent Relations???Erik Staggs!

???Where Eagles Dare??? by the Misfits begins to play as Erik Staggs walks out on to the stage. He is met with a nice mix of boos and cheers as he waves a few times to the beachfront crowd. He makes his way down to the ring and stands next to Justin, shaking his hand.

Justin: And now please welcome to the ring, the Prime Minister of Madagascar???Roger Kolo!

The Madagascar national anthem begins to blare out as Roger Kolo, Prime Minister of Madagascar, walks out flanked by two bodyguards. Under his left arm is tucked a gaunt key. He makes his way to the ring, shakes hands with Justin and Erik, and then takes the microphone. He begins to speak but is drowned out by cheers from his people. He raises his hand to quiet them down, and then begins to speak.

Kolo: People of Antananarivo, thank you so much for that joyous welcome. I come to you tonight not only as a your Prime Minister but also as a fellow citizen and fan. Since I was a just a little boy the warriors of the squared circle have fascinated me. The men and women of Sin City Wrestling exemplify what it means to be Superstars in today???s world of Sports Entertainment.

Crowd: S-C-Dub! S-C-Dub! S-C-Dub! S-C-Dub!

The Prime Minister quiets them down again.

Kolo: It is not only the work that they do inside of the six-sided ring but also the work they do outside of it as well. The countless hours of charity and good-natured helping that goes unnoticed by the public. The thousands of wishes granted and the innocent children???s lives that have been touched by them mean more to all of us than we think you know. So, by order of President Hery Rajaonarimampianina himself, it is my honor to present to Erik Staggs this gift.

He holds up the large key for the audience to see.

Kolo: The key to our country???the key to our hearts!

Prime Minister Kolo hands the Key to Erik Staggs and shakes his hand. He then hands the microphone to Staggs. Erik brings up to his mouth but before he can speak, he gets interrupted.

GONG!

Adams: Oh no! Not this guy!

???And behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him..."

GONG!

GONG!

'For Whom the Bell Tolls' by Metallica rings through the packed arena as an oversized beast of a man walks out from backstage. Standing nearly 7 feet tall, the large man named Deimos stands at the top of the ramp and raises his fists high in the air and screams out into the crowd. Standing about seven or eight feet behind him is his manager, the incomparable JJ Dixon in an overpriced suit and his Italian leather shoes. Deimos is wearing dark cargo pants tucked into black combat boots and an army green heavy vest. Across his face sits his disturbing looking leather and metal mask covering his mouth and nose. He lowers his arms as he slowly makes his way to the ring.

Simone: He???s interrupting this beautiful ceremony.

Adams: I really hate that guy!

He grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up on the apron before stepping over the top rope completely. JJ follows him into the ring and walks over to the side of the six-sided square and snatches a microphone from Justin. He walks in front of Prime Minister Kolo and Erik Staggs before stretching out both arms to the side and raising them up over and over, encouraging the crowd to keep booing him as he smiles. Finally the crowd dies down and JJ begins to speak.

JJ: The Key to Madagascar. The Key to Madagascar! The Key to Madagascar? Really? Only a fool or a worthless, spineless country like this waste of an island would deem this company worth a Key to their Kingdom.

Crowd: Boo!

JJ: A company that is led by a Champion that has no business wearing the title that he does? A company led by a Champion that is so spineless that he has yet to respond to my demands, my pleas for him to explain himself and explain to all of you how worthless he really is. I warned you Simon. I told you that for every week you refused to admit your deception and misrepresentation, for every show that you let your lies carry on???

JJ points his henchman.

JJ:???DEIMOS would unleash his terror upon the innocent people that you have betrayed.

Deimos turns quickly and grabs one of Kolo???s bodyguards by the throat. Erik Staggs, the self-preservationist that he is ducks out of the ring with the Key to Madagascar. The other bodyguard quickly runs over to aid his partner but Deimos grabs him by the throat as well. He lifts both men up in to the air by their necks and sends them both crashing down to the mat.

Simone: He just double chokeslammed Prime Minister Kolo???s bodyguards!

Adams: Someone tell the Prime Minister to get out of there.

Deimos turns his attention to Kolo but the Prime Minister does not back down. He shows his pride as he stands in front of Deimos. The crowd cheers to support him but it is all for nothing as the freakishly huge Deimos grabs Kolo by his head and then slams him into the turnbuckle, sending him down to the canvas.

Simone: Some one has got to stop this.

JJ yells something at Deimos before the big man slides out of the ring. He pulls a wooden table out from underneath the ring and throws up over the ropes. He steps back up on to the apron and then over the top rope and grabs the table, setting it up.

Adams: This can???t be good.

Antananarivo police come running down to ring side. They attempt to jump into the ring but Deimos knocks them all down to the beach. He furiously grabs the near unconscious Roger Kolo and sets him up in powerbomb position.

Adams: He can???t do this!

Simone: Where is SCW Security?!

JJ: DO IT!!!!!!!

CRASH BOOM CRACK SLAM!

Deimos sends Kolo through the table with his version of the Last Ride.

Simone: FALL TO HELL! FALL TO HELL to the Prime Minister!

Adams: That sick bastard JJ Dixon is laughing!

SCW Security and emergency medical staff rush to the ring as the crowd has a quiet hush run through it. Members of the audience stare in disbelief as ???For Whom The Bell Tolls??? begins to play again. Deimos and JJ make their way back up the ramp as Prime Minister Kolo gets strapped to a gurney in the center of the ring.

Adams: Ladies and gentlemen???I don???t have anything to say.

Simone: I would make a comment Jason but that would seem wrong after what we just saw.

Deimos raises his arms and screams out into the audience at the top of the stage as JJ Dixon looks on, smiling and clapping at his beast. They walk backstage leaving the crowd still speechless.

The lights in the arena drop down as a pink glow takes over the stage. The fans look on in wonderment. ???Chick Habit??? by April March hits over the PA system as the lights begin to flash like cameras from all over the arena. The fans give a loud ovation of booing as the camera pans in. Veronica Taylor pushes through the curtains with an arrogant smirk on her face. Following almost instantly is Delia, with Holly Wood by her side.

Simone: Delia is graciously allowing Veronica to walk in front of her for a second week in a row. She seems slightly more charitable these days... That's sarcasm by the way.

Justin: The following contest is a Hardcore Match, and is scheduled for one fall??? Making her way to the ring, hailing from Los Angeles, California, standing at 5 feet 8 inches, and weighing in at 116 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Delia and Holly Wood, she is??? VERRRRRRRONICA TAYYYYYLORRRRRR!!!

Delia is wearing a coral colored blouse and a pair of matching flared out pants. Her hair is blonde, down to her shoulders. She comes up next to Veronica on the stage, just at the head of the ramp. As the fans boo them, Veronica yells at them to shut up before striking a series of arrogant model poses which gives her some cat calls from the men but mostly boos. Delia runs her tongue over her black lips as she poses as well. The two exchange a glance after a moment, and then they keep walking the runway strut down to the ring, stopping now and again to taunt the fans and show themselves off with some poses, Veronica showing off her sizzling ring attire and entrance jacket, before climbing the ring stairs and stands on the ring apron. Delia slowly walks up the ring steps in an elegant fashion. She joins Veronica in doing another arrogant model pose. Veronica whips off her boots. Veronica orders the ref to hold the ring rope down for them, which he does. They then enter the ring, walking around with their hands in the air posing some more and yelling at the fans to shut their disgusting mouths and take a look at true beauty and class as the music cuts. Delia walks over to the ropes, grabbing a microphone from Justin Decent. She walks to the center of the ring, ripping her hat off of her head as she tosses it to the outside of the ring next to the skirt portion of her outfit.

Delia: Again wi???s z???e boos? I s???ought we wee over z???is! As I explained last week, we are better z???an you, and we deserve to be cheered! Are you even listening to me, people?

Delia stops as the audience boos her some more. Her thick French accent seems to linger on for a moment as she pulls the microphone away from her lips. She shakes her head in disgust once more as Veronica holds her hand out for the microphone. Delia hands it over begrudgingly and Veronica simply rolls her eyes. She taps the microphone against her hand, causing a buzz of static to come over the speakers, quieting down the audience on the beach immediately.

Veronica: We went through this already just last week. When will you idiots realize that we??? don???t??? care?! We are here, we are better than you, and you can???t sit with???

Veronica is cut off as ???The Ruler and the Killer??? by Kid Cudi starts to blare from the loudspeaker.

Justin Decent: From The Carpathian Mountains, Romania, weighing in at one hundred and sixteen pounds, she is Karina Koji!

Soon after the music starts Karina Koji comes through the curtains. She stares at the ring, seemingly unaware of the audience at first, retribution on her face. Amy Marshall comes out shortly after, wielding a duffel bag with a kendo stick protruding from it. She stands next to Karina as both stare at Veronica and Delia. The two of them look to one another as they continue on. Karina is dragging a large metal bat behind her. When they reach the ring she lifts up her head and smiles to the audience. She tosses the bat under the ropes and enters the ring. Amy climbs up onto the apron and points to Delia, ready to get inside of the ring. Delia smirks and obliges, leaving the ring with Holly following closely behind. Jacob Summers quickly jumps onto the apron, climbing inside of the ring. He comes to the center of the ring, but it is all for naught as Karina darts across the ring, Spearing Veronica to the ground!

Simone: And the fans are already on their feet before the bell even rings!

Adams: Does anyone else think that Spearing Veronica sounds like a new age metal band?

Simone: Or one of Amy Marshall???s latest production???

DING! DING! DING!

Karina begins pounding Veronica in the face as the audience booms with cheers. She wraps her hands around Veronica???s throat, choking her, and Jacob can???t do anything about it, but plead. Karina looks up at him to let him know that there is no chance. Veronica uses this opportunity to rake at Karina???s eyes. She kicks her off, scooting back to the corner quickly in retreat. She reaches back to Delia who reaches down into her top, pulling out a bottle. As Karina comes over, Veronica sprays the bottle in Karina???s face, causing her to shout out in pain, rubbing at her face. Veronica shoves her boot into Karina???s stomach, knocking her back so that she can get up. As she does, she flips her hair over her shoulder, spraying the bottle on each side of her neck before dropping the bottle back into Delia???s hands.

Adams: It looks like Veronica just shared her new exclusive SCW scent, soon to be available in the online merchandise shop???

Simone: Well, it seems that Karina doesn???t care much for it. And Amy looks to be in a giving mood as well.

Amy unzips her bag and tosses the Kendo Stick inside of the ring. She shouts to Karina who is still rubbing at her eyes frantically as she tries to find the stick. Veronica smirks and grabs onto Karina???s hair, jerking her back. Veronica picks up the stick and teases Karina with it, laughing at her as she strikes a few sexy poses with it. She slowly swings it at her side as Delia and Holly approve. She winds up the stick, ready to smack Karina, when at the last second, Karina grabs onto the stick, kicking Veronica in the stomach, and then swiftly cracking the stick across Veronica???s back. The crowd cheers as Karina rapidly blinks her eyes. She cracks the stick over Veronica???s back once more, and the crowd approves.

Crowd: WHIP THE BITCH! WHIP THE BITCH! WHIP THE BITCH!

Simone: The crowd is just eating this up! They???ve been waiting for Karina and Amy to get some proper payback on these Mean Girls.

Adams: This war has been so back and forth for months now, I can???t even remember who started it. But I will say that Karina seems to really be enjoying herself there.

Veronica screams as she quickly crawls away on her hands and knees. She goes over to Delia who, once again, reaches into her top to dig out another ???gift???. However, Karina drops the Kendo Stick on the ground and grabs onto Veronica???s ankle. She quickly latches on an Ankle Lock as Veronica writhes on the ground, screaming out for relief. She grabs onto the rope, but Jacob reminds her that there are no rope breaks. Veronica cries out in pain, pulling herself closer to the ropes, hugging onto them for mercy. Karina leans over Veronica as if to let Delia know that this is a message to her. Veronica snarls at her before pulling out a compact mirror. She holds it up for Karina to see her own reflection, which causes her to smile almost sadistically. However, Delia huffs in and puffs a cloud of foundation into Karina???s eyes, causing her to once again swat at her face, allowing Veronica to roll to the outside of the ring, limping.

Simone: Oh, how fair is that? Karina???s going to be blind by the end of this match! And now that Amy is making her way around the ring, Holly steps in front of them, protecting them.

Adams: He, er, she??? had better be careful. Amy strikes me as the type of person who wouldn???t be afraid to lump ya in the gooley???s for much less than this!

Amy begins shouting as Delia and Veronica walk around the ring. Holly and Amy shout in each other???s faces as Veronica walks off her pained ankle. Amy goes to punt Holly between the legs, only to hear a loud *DING*! She stumbles as Holly struts around, lifting up her skirt to show off a cup! Amy growls as she goes to attack Holly, but Delia pulls her back by the hair. Amy and Delia begin brawling, but Veronica helps take Amy down. Karina comes out of nowhere, taking both ladies down as she jumps from the top rope with a Double Arm Clothesline to Delia and Veronica! All four ladies drop down to the padding on the outside, in a heap.

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* THAT WAS AWESOME! *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Adams: I can???t believe that Karina just launched herself off the ropes like that. She isn???t the high flyer kind of fighter.

Simone: You gotta do what you gotta do to get the win in a match type like this, especially when you???ve got two people on the outside threatening to take you out at any time.

Karina struggles to pull herself off of the mat, feeling the effects of the impact herself. She pounds the mat as she shakes it off. She stands up from the ground and dusts some of the sand off of herself. She catches her breath as she picks Veronica off of the mat. She flings Veronica into the ring post, face first, allowing a loud *DING!* noise to echo. The audience laughs as Karina trash talks her once more. She catches Veronica before she falls to the ground, and she flings her into the barricade. As Veronica rests on the barricade, trying to pull herself together, Karina charges forward with a Spear that busts through the barricade, causing some of the fans to scatter! Veronica groans in pain as she crawls under a couple of the fan???s legs to escape. Karina shakes her head and grabs onto her ankle, stopping her from going anywhere.

Adams: This woman actually thinks she can get away from Karina after all of the trouble she???s caused out here already. She should have been much quicker than this.

Simone: She is showing the Mean Girl???s true colors. Mob attacking only works when your allies are still conscious.

The audience boos as Holly Wood walks over and tosses a fan???s drink into Karina???s face, causing her to, once again, rub at her face. Veronica uses this to kick Karina in the jaw and escape. She shouts at the fans to move out of her way as she tries to escape to the makeshift backstage area. Veronica comes through the restricted area, huffing and puffing.

Adams: Where is she going? This match isn???t Falls Count Anywhere???

Simone: It looks like she is giving up on this match! And Karina is down on the ground in the middle of the crowd!

Veronica: Screw this! I am not going to let that bitch ruin my perfect face, just because hers is busted???

Veronica brushes her hair out of her face as she walks through the backstage area, toward the changing rooms. She breathes heavily as she pushes open the doors. She walks over to a locker and pulls her bag out, slinging it over her shoulder. She takes one last look in the mirror, making sure she looks okay before walking to the door. Suddenly, it busts open, knocking into her. Karina is seen standing in the doorway, huffing and puffing as she lifts Veronica off of the ground. She flings Veronica into the wall as she lets out an angry growl. Veronica groans in pain as she falls to one knee. Karina uses Veronica???s own duffel bag strap to choke her. She drags her over to the shower area where the water is running. Veronica jams her knee into Karina???s stomach, but Karina clubs her hard across the back. She then shoves Veronica through the curtains, causing her to get tangled up in them as she falls down into the warm water. A shriek escapes the shower stall as a hand reaches out, grabbing onto a towel.

Jessie Salco: DO YOU MIND?!

Karina: Not if you don???t???

Jessie sinks into the corner of the shower as Karina mounts Veronica. She lays in punch after punch to Veronica???s face as she tries to shield herself from the assault. She rolls Karina over and begins using the plastic curtains to try to suffocate Karina!

Veronica: I???m going to end your miserable life right now!

Karina kicks wildly as she tries to get from under Veronica. Jessie stares at the situation, wondering whether she should get involved. However, Amy Marshall bursts through the doors, yanking Veronica off of Karina by the hair. She stops and stares at Jessie with a slight wink. Jessie scoffs before walking out of the shower, giving up hope. She is nearly knocked over when Delia crashes through the door. All four ladies fall down on the ground, getting wet as the audience cheers wildly for this display!

Simone: I think most teenage male fans??? wildest dreams have just come true right here!

Adams: You???re right??? this is???. What?

Amy, Delia, Veronica, and Karina all slip and slide around as they try to get up from the ground. Amy smashes Delia???s face into the tile wall of the shower while Veronica crawls across the floor to get away. Karina grabs onto her ankle and stops her from getting too far. Veronica boots Karina in the face as she slides across the floor. Veronica quickly makes her way to the door and opens it up, leaving the room before anyone even notices. She runs past the Men???s Shower Room, bumping into Thomas Knight on her way through. Knight looks saddened, kicking the wall in frustration.

Knight: Bloody hell! Why didn???t anyone care to tell me of a wet t-shirt contest?

As Veronica jogs through the makeshift ???halls???, Karina comes flying out of the locker room, sand sticking to her boots as she chases after Veronica at full speed. They come to the catering table, and Veronica turns around. She sees Karina charging, but it is too late. Both ladies fall on top of the table as Karina grabs a handful of roast beef. She crams it into Veronica???s mouth with a sadistic smile on her face.

Karina: You need to eat something, sweetheart. I don???t want to break my foot kicking your bony ass!

Karina continues shoving food in Veronica???s face. Veronica grabs a handful of dip and smears it over Karina???s face, but it doesn???t deter her foe. Veronica sputters the food in Karina???s face, and Karina picks up a bottle of mustard, squeezing it in Veronica???s eyes as she screeches in pain. The audience cheers on in approval as Karina slaps her across the face a few times. Andrew Garcia comes around the corner, looking for a tasty treat, but he finds more than he is expecting.

Andrew: It looks like they put out dessert a little early tonight!

Karina flings a couple cookies in his direction, smacking them against his chest. Andrew looks down at them with a smirk on his face.

Andrew: Those ain???t the kinda cookies I was hoping to see, miss???

Karina rolls her eyes at Andrew???s comment before turning her attention back to Veronica. However, it is too late as Veronica pours a bit of hot coffee over Karina???s shoulder, leaving a scorching, painful blister. Karina shrieks in pain as Veronica escapes from under her. Andrew laughs and claps on the action as Veronica gets up. She picks Karina up and drops her on top of the table, collapsing it. Veronica dusts her hands off with pride as she scoffs at Andrew, flipping her hair at him. She again continues her attempt at escaping.

Andrew: You don???t know what you???re missing out on, doll!

Adams: This has gone far beyond a match right now. It is an all-out war!

Simone: I still can???t believe that Veronica has made it this far without being beaten??? Wait, she???s got two helpers doing the dirty work for her???

Veronica looks back to see Karina stand up wearily. She flings condiments, meat, and side dishes from her body as she tries to charge after her once more. Veronica ducks around a corner and lifts up a curtain, hiding behind it as she tries to catch her breath. She turns around after she hears someone clear their throat. She spots Erik Staggs sitting behind a card table, filing papers. He stares at her awkwardly and prepares to speak. Veronica holds a finger up to her lips, asking him to be quiet. He chuckles at the request and shrugs his shoulders.

Erik: You people never cease to amaze me???

Veronica: Would you be quiet?! She???ll find me if you???

Before she can finish her thought, Karina comes charging through the curtains, knocking over the structure that is posing as an office. She and Veronica fly onto the table, over the papers as Erik scatters quickly, cursing as he trips over the curtains. Karina pounds Veronica???s face with everything she has. Veronica reaches up, trying to claw at her face, but Karina???s punches come way too fast for her to focus. The table collapses under their weight, and they begin rolling around in the sand. Veronica swats some of the sand at Karina???s face, but she turns to avoid it. She begins burying Veronica???s head in the sand, but Veronica whips her head around as she sputters the sand out.

Erik: Security! Security! ??? What do you mean, this is a match?! It???s a goddamned massacre in my shitty office!

Delia comes into the broken down ???office???, and she wraps part of a split curtain around Karina???s neck, whipping her around as she shouts at Veronica.

Delia: Run! RUN!

Veronica stumbles up to her feet as she runs through another set of curtains. Delia continues to whip Karina around with the curtain. She drags her along in the opposite direction. We find Veronica spitting out sand as she gasps for air. She rests as she tries to find the way to the parking lot. She takes a deep breath before seeing Amy Marshall standing there with a baton in her hands. She has a sadistic smile on her face as she walks closer to Veronica.

Amy: Your friend might think she has your back, but I???m going to beat you black and blue for what you did last week, bitch???

Veronica tries to brush past Amy, but she catches her with the baton around the neck. Veronica struggles to get free, but she can???t seem to shake Amy, who tightens her grip. Amy brings her down to her knees for a moment until Karina comes around the corner, huffing and puffing angrily. She gives Amy a nod, and Amy releases Veronica. Karina charges forward with another massive Spear, through the curtains??? off of the stage, and down ten feet through a table!

Simone: OH MY GOD!

Adams: Calm it, Joey Styles! Those ladies could be seriously hurt down there! Somebody had better go check on them! Do you think Veronica might need mouth to mouth?

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The ladies both seem to be out of it while the fans closest to them shout out in support for Karina. Neither lady moves for about a solid minute until Karina pushes herself off of Veronica. She looks down at Veronica before collapsing again. She crawls across the sand slowly, trying to make it toward the barricades. She pulls herself up and rests, trying to catch her breath and shake off the cobwebs. As she does, Veronica gets up ever so slowly. She grabs onto the edge of the ramp as she trips herself up. She has a busted lip as she touches at it, getting upset by it. She nearly cries as she pulls herself onto the ramp. Karina follows her up soon after, and Veronica books it for the ring. She dives underneath it, and Karina follows after her.

Simone: How does Veronica have the strength to keep running away?

Adams: How does Karina keep finding the strength to track her down?! That???s the real mystery here!

Holly stands by on the other side of the ring with a fluorescent bulb in her hands, ready to swing it like a baseball bat. Like a bolt of lightening, one lady flies from under the ring. As the second one comes out, Holly swings and connects! ???..

Simone: Hahaaaaaaa!!! Holly just smacked her own team mate over the head with a lightbulb! Serves you nasty girls right!

Holly looks horrified as Karina pulls down her skirt. She trips Holly up a bit, and then sends her flying into the corner! Karina lifts Veronica up onto her shoulders and charges forward at the other ring post, crashing her head into the corner. She rolls Veronica under the ropes as Amy and Delia come rolling down the ramp like a tumble weed, fighting with all of their might! Karina lifts Veronica up and immediately hits the Romani Judgment on Veronica. She drops down over Veronica for the pin as the crowd goes wild around her!

1!

2!

Delia crawls under the ropes and grabs hold of Karina???s foot. She tries to yank her off until Amy pulls her out, hitting the Bad Girl just as Jacob???s hand comes down for the???

3!

Justin Decent: Here is your winner??? KARRRRRRRINAAAA KOOOOOOOJIIIIIIII!!!

Simone: They???ve done it! Amy and Karina have coexisted enough to put down the Mean Girls here tonight!

Adams: She has outsmarted the Mean Girls, and she overpowered them as well. This has got to look good for her and Amy going into Chaos In Cape town!

With that, Amy Marshall rolls inside of the ring. She looks at the downed and bleeding Veronica with a smirk. She looks out to see Delia and Holly down on the ground, and then her eyes narrow on Karina. She spins Karina around quickly, and Karina gets defensive. Amy picks her arm up and lifts it into the air in celebration as the fans cheer. She then leans in and whispers something to Karina. Karina smirks and the two drop down to the outside of the ring. Amy grabs Holly and drags her over to the ramp. Karina pulls Veronica out and picks Delia up, dragging her over to the ramp as well.

Adams: How nice of them. They???re helping their opponents to the back???

Simone: Something tells me that they are not doing this out of the goodness of their hearts???

They make their way up through the curtains with half of the Mean Girls in tow. They shove them through the curtains, dragging them by their hair. Amy drags Holly over to a big black crate, smacking her head against the box. She and Karina begin pulling sound equipment from the box quickly. Karina lifts Veronica into the box, as Amy dumps Delia. They help each other lift Holly up and over, before slamming the lid and tightening the clasps. A sound guy comes around the corner, staring at the two awkwardly.

Sound Guy: What are you ladies doing?

Amy: Well, we, ummm???

Karina: We were just wanting to make sure you were doing your job. You left this equipment scattered, and I bet the bosses won???t be too happy???

Sound Guy: But I didn???t???

Amy: Where is this box going, anyway?

Sound Guy: It???s going over to Cape town for the next show???

Karina and Amy look to one another with toothy grins. The sound guy looks suspiciously at them as they high five one another. They walk off as the fans pop with cheers and laughter. The sound guy shakes his head and waves the crew to take the crate off.

Adams: AHH! That wasn???t nice at all???

Simone: Why not? They have their own private space for their trip to Cape town, so they don???t have to be bothered by us common folk???

The scene opens on Emma's locker room where we see that is she is getting ready for her match later on in the evening. She stretches and doesn't notice the lights in the hallway flicker on and off, before going out. Emma turns slightly, and looks out into the darkened hallway with wide eyes, and her heart racing a mile a minute. It was either electrical problems or someone was messing with her. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, feeling a cold touch on her shoulder. She jumps and turns around, seeing no one there, but just a box with gold and black ribbons on top. She walks over to it, and opens it. Inside was a dozen roses tied together with the same ribbon, with a small card attached that simply read:

"Dear Emma, sorry I couldn't be there tonight. Good luck against Roxi, and Electra. Word of advise though dearest Emma... Don't trust Mercedes. She can't be trusted...Your dearest friend,

Necra

Emma looks up and wonders how the box had gotten in her locker room, when no one had entered, and watches the lights in the hallway flicker back to life, as chills run down her spine, as the scene fades back to the arena.

???Zombie??? by Breed 77 blasts through the speakers, the slow intro playing as the word move on the screen. The eyes of Gabriel appear on the screen, turning red as the heavier guitars kick in. Purple lights cut through the thick smoke starting to fill the entrance ramp. The crowd wait in anticipation, but Odette Ryder walks out on the top of the ramp. The figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of boos. Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached. Odette walks behind him and pulls the hood back from over his eyes, showing Gabriel???s face. Gabriel???s eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. Odette walks in front of him, opening his long coat, pulling it apart, he puts his arms to his side and Odette runs her hands down his body. Gabriel turns his head to her, with a simple nod, they start to walk to the ring. Gabriel gets outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel and Odette stands inside, and Justin hands him a mic.

Crowd: Kidnapper! Kidnapper!

Gabriel: How about you shut up and listen to greatness?

The fans boo loudly but Gabriel ignores them.

Gabriel: Last week, I did what some people never thought I would do. I went to an utter shithole called Queens, New York, just to show a little loser a lesson in messing with someone's family, that loser would be you Steve Ramone.

Crowd: NXT! NXT! NXT!

Gabriel: Cheer for those losers all you want. You look at them as heroes, but they will always be a group held together by glue and tape. Look at The Seven Deadly Sins, a group for years, no turns against us, no uprising, and real family. Now when you start to mess with those Steve, I start to mess with your family, I think I had the desired effect.

The fans boo as Odette puts her arm around Gabriel shoulder.

Gabriel: I played you perfectly Steve, because you can't touch me, you can't lay a hand on my wife to get to me, because I will carry out my threats, they will forget you Steve, they will forget you even exist.

Gabriel smiles evilly down the camera.

Gabriel: Until Chaos in Cape Town takes place, we are untouchable, we are...

"Dangerous" by Within Temptation and Howard Jones hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for ???The Fearless One??? Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out, he glares daggers at the couple inside the ring as he marches down the ramp on his own and slides into the ring never breaking eye contact with Gabriel as he grabs a mic.

Steve: Gabriel, there is a part of me that wants to forget about waiting until Chaos in Cape Town, a part of me that wants to kick your head into the cheap seats!

Steve says as he juggles the mic in his hand.

Steve: But I won???t! Because I know that this Son of a Bitch here wants me to do just that! When we meet at Chaos in Cape Town all it will take is one Superkick to lay you down for the count but I guess Odette is used to being the one who has to do all the work for you when you???re in bed together???..

Gabriel pulls the mic outta Steve's hand.

Gabriel: Do us all a favor and shut the fuck up, you're boring people.

Gabriel starts to walk around Ramone, circling him.

Gabriel: You can talk all you want Stevie, but you can't do a thing about it, you can't back up your words.

Gabriel pokes Steve on the cheek with his finger and he walks around him.

Gabriel: I can do what I want to you Steve.

Another poke to Steve's cheek.

Gabriel: But you can't do a thing about it.

Gabriel moves in closer, whispering in Steve's here.

Gabriel: its mother???s day today in America, Steve. I hope your mother can't see you now, because you are the biggest disappointment on earth right now.

Simone: Oh come on!

Gabriel smirks as Steve balls up his fists. He raises them up, but Gabriel puts a finger up.

Gabriel: I wouldn't do that if I was you. You're an embarrassment Steve, you're willing to risk your family knowing your family will never know who you are again, just to hit me in the face. You're a loser Steve, you always will be. Maybe I should do your family a favor by making them forget all about you.

Simone: Gabriel is doing all he can to get under Steve's skin.

Adams: It's working.

Steve turns around, facing Gabriel. His eyes wide and cheeks red. His breathing is heavy and fists are balled up.

Gabriel: Go on then, do it, ONE PUNCH AND LOSE YOUR FAMILY STEVE! DO IT!

At that moment a pair of fans jump over the barricade at ringside, one male and one female, and before security can get to them they charge the ring and attack Gabriel and Odette the female wailing away on Odette whilst the male punches away at Gabriel.

Simone: Can we get a close up on those fan???s faces?

The cameraman zooms in on the male???s face first and the crowd pops.

Adams: Is???.is that Corey Steele?!

Simone: Steve???s old tag team partner who was forced to retire due to injury, and that must mean???..

The second cameraman is able to get a clear shot of the woman???s face whilst she brawls with Odette at ringside revealing it to be Sara Ramone, Steve???s younger sister and retired manager, back in the ring Corey stops his attack on Gabriel to check on Steve who nods in response to Corey asking if he???s okay, however the distraction allows Gabriel to chop block Corey???s bad leg and lock him in a single leg Boston Crab whilst Odette takes advantage of Sara???s rustiness by raking her eyes and throwing her into the ring steps.

Simone: Valiant effort by Corey and Sara but the cheap tactics by Gabriel and Odette did them in.

Adams: This is bad! That leg is the one that ultimately cost Corey his career!

Odette joins the men in the ring with another microphone which she puts to Corey???s screaming mouth as Gabriel wrenches on the pressure, eventually Steve rolls out of the ring whilst they continue the assault.

Simone: This is just wrong, can we get some help out here?!

Adams: Wait, what???s Steve up to!?

Steve has a grabbed a steel chair at ringside and has slid back into the ring, he grabs the mic that Gabriel was forced to drop when he was attacked and says one sentence.

Steve: Gabriel, Odette, leave, before you make me do something I???ll regret!

The couple looks up seeing Steve with the chair and once they hear the cold tone to Steve???s voice they decide to leave leaving Corey to clutch his leg in pain. Gabriel smirks at Steve, pointing at him and shouting out loud.

Gabriel: You did this Steve. This is your fault! His blood is on your hands!

Once Gabriel is up the ramp Steve drops the chair to check on his brother in law as the medics arrive to check on Sara and Corey.

The cameras once again switch to the make-shift backstage area of the Batu Beach here in Madagascar. There is a huge commotion going on as a cameraman is trying to find out what is going on. Up ahead, we see The Sin of Wrath, Rage, storming through one of the halls, knocking things over as he does. Sin of Envy, Kittie, is running frantically behind him.

Kittie: Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Rage, STOP!

Rage: Fuck off, Kittie! I'm giving that asshole a piece of my mind!

Kittie: I normally wouldn't object to that, but last time you did that you got yourself suspended! Can't you just go to Christian on this one?!

Rage suddenly stops, right outside the office "door" of Hot Stuff Mark Ward tonight. He spins around and glares at Kittie, his face dark red. You can practically see the steam coming from his ears.

Kittie: Guess not...Look, just don't do anything---

Before Kittie has a chance to finish that sentence, Rage yells out.

Rage: WARD!!!!

Kittie: ....stupid.

Kittie lowers her head and shakes it as Rage storms his way into Hot Stuff's office. Kittie follows behind him, prepared to do anything she can to stop Rage from getting himself suspended....again. She had hoped Mark isn't in his office at the moment, but unfortunately he is, and upon seeing Rage, the boss gets a rather amused grin on his face.

HS: Well look who we have here. The bitch who cried ouch. Let me guess? Shoulder injury acting up again and you suddenly can't face Jericho Hill?

Rage takes a big, threatening step forward, but Kittie is in front of him just as quickly. Not that she'd be able to hold him back by herself, but it's worth a shot.

Kittie: Rage, normally I wouldn't have a problem with people pushing your buttons like this, but you know he's doing this on purpose. He's the BOSS, Rage...

Rage: Yeah, and I don't give a shit! I don't give a shit that Jericho Hill wants a match against me. The only fucking match I've wanted for months is with this arrogant son of a bitch so I can do what everyone else hasn't been able to do.

Hot Stuff grins and laughs again, shaking his head.

HS: Sorry, you're shit out of luck. You had your chance before, but then you pussied out and tossed it away.

Rage: The fuck I did! Ask any one of the four other guys that were there that day that heard my damn arm snap! I would have beaten you with one arm but YOU were the one who wouldn't let the match happen against doctor's orders asshole!

HS: I don't know what you're talking about. It would have been a hell of a lot less work for me to beat you with one good arm. Now, as I said, you're not getting a match against me. So, if that is all you wanted, you can leave...

Hot Stuff is about to get back to some paperwork, but Rage doesn't move an inch. Kittie stands between the two, keeping a close eye on Rage.

Rage: I don't care who the fuck you give me at Chaos In Cape Town, boss, just know this. Every match...every weak little bitch you toss my way, will be used as a message to you, and your band of guard dogs. Regardless of what you think, I'm not some pussy bitch that runs away crying when I'm hurt, and if I had been given the chance, you wouldn't have even made it to Cape Town for your match against Austin Parker.

Hot Stuff rolls his eyes.

HS: The's a great theory and all, but it's the same shit I've heard before. Now, since Jericho Hill is just chomping at the bit to face you, and you're not running like a scared little bitch, I guess we can give him what he wants. Or maybe you want to get the shoulder checked out by a doctor first, just to be safe?

Rage isn't impressed one bit by Hot Stuff's use of sarcasm.

Kittie: Damn this is getting harder and harder to hold him back. I think his shoulder is just fine, Mark...

HS: I don't know...He might accidentally injure it again during a training session before the match. I'd be scared too, though. That Jericho Hill...he's a few fruit loops short of the whole damn box.

Rage: I'M NOT FUCKING SCARED! Give me Hill...Give me Max Burke, Sean Jackson, the whole of HSI...Hell give me the whole fucking roster...I DON'T FUCKING CARE! I'll show you how fucking scared I am, and I'll just beat every single asshole you put me against. That's a damn fact.

HS: Now that's a tempting thought...

Rage growls, clearly annoyed.

HS: At Chaos in Cape Town, you and Jericho Hill can beat the piss out of each other for all I care. Just get the hell out of my office, would ya? I've got work to do.

Rage stands there, fuming for a minute or so until Kittie pats his chest, trying to nudge him towards the door.

Kittie: Come on, Rage...Let's go before you tempt him enough to bring his boys into this, okay?

Rage: I don't care...Let him!

Kittie: How about not?! Jesus, let's just get the hell out of here! Don't make me hit you in your family jewels, because I'm the perfect height if you hadn't noticed!

Rage reluctantly starts backing away, keeping his eyes on Hot Stuff the entire time. Kittie finally manages to get him out of the office and out of sight, leaving Hot Stuff to get back to his paperwork, still grinning.

"Electric" by Shawn Desmond plays and Electra makes her way to the top of stage. The crowd roars and she blows a kiss out to them then starts to walk down the ramp waving to fans on the way down. She hops onto the apron then seductively slides into the ring.

Justin: The following Bombshell Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing team number one, in the ring, from Celadon, Ontario, Canada, Electra Styles!

Simone: This has all the makings of a great match here! We have three veteran bombshells in Roxi Johnson, Emma Rose and Mercedes Vargas and a newcomer who???s quickly on the rise here in Sin City Wrestling!

Adams: Electra made her debut just a few weeks ago but since then she has impressed everyone.

Once in the ring she blows a kiss with both hands out to the crowd then awaits her partner, the wait isn???t long as "Help is on the Way" plays over the PA system.

Justin: And her partner! From Tampa, Florida, she is the reigning SCW Bombshell Champion Roxi Johnson!

Simone: You have to figure that the other Bombshells in this match have their eyes on Roxi???s titles, even her partner Electra.

Adams: Me? I have my eyes on something else of Roxi???s that begins with a t!

Simone: JASON!

Adams: Okay, okay! The last time Roxi was champ she held it for a very long time so you have to figure that this reign will be no different!

Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area; she pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience.

Justin: And their opponents!

Able to Love by Benny Benassi begins to play and Emma Rose comes out from the back holding the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship in her hand.

Justin: First, from Dunedin, New Zealand, she is the reigning SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Emma Rose!

Simone: Emma Rose proved last week that her win over Amy Marshall in the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship match in Cairo wasn???t a fluke in a grueling Submissions Match against Joanne Canelli!

Adams: Look at her bandaged ribs! It???s clear that they haven???t recovered from the beating they took last week!

Indeed Emma seems to be favoring her ribs a bit as she makes her way down to the ring, she stops near the ring waiting for her partner as ???Able to Love??? fades out and her opponents wait for her to enter the ring.

Simone: You can???t blame her for being hesitant, for a while it looked like Joanne was going to win her second SCW Bombshell Roulette Title reign last week!

Adams: And considering the caliber of the Bombshells in the ring she???ll need backup!

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 Decent: And her partner! Making her way to the ring 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 joins Emma at ringside to discuss strategy.

Simone: Looks like neither Bombshell is in a hurry to get in the ring!

Adams: And their opponents aren???t happy!

Electra and Roxi complain to Jasmine trying to get her to force their opponents back into the ring however Jasmine???s having none of it as Mercedes???s theme fades and the two Bombshells have had enough, they nod to each other before bouncing off the ropes and hitting Emma and Mercedes with stereo suicide dives!

Simone: Well, that???s one way to solve the problem!

Adams: No kidding!

The crowd goes wild for the high flying spot and, after a bit of discussion between the two Bombshells, they agree that Electra should start the match with Mercedes so Electra picks up the Argentinean Bombshell and rolls her into the ring before following her in as Jasmine calls for the bell.

Simone: And the match has finally started!

Adams: With a pinfall right of the bat to boot!

1???..2???..kickout by Mercedes immediately after the two count knowing how early it is in the match Electra doesn???t argue with the ref about it instead she picks up Mercedes and goes for a Back Suplex, however Mercedes is able to flip out of the attempt and before Electra realizes that she hits the Canadian with a Reverse DDT that drives Electra???s head into the mat.

Simone: And just like that Mercedes is in control!

Adams: Say what you will about her but Mercedes is one of the most experienced and talented bombshells currently on the roster!

Proving to be the exact opposite of Electra Mercedes argues with Jasmine over a slow count but Jasmine is having none of it and maintains that the two count was fair, Mercedes shakes her head before picking Electra back up only to be surprised by a small package 1???..2???..and Mercedes kicks out just in the nick of time.

Simone: One second later and Mercedes???s impatient nature would???ve resulted in the shortest tag team match in SCW history!

Adams: Somehow I don???t think that would???ve been an achievement she would???ve been proud off!

Mercedes and Electra quickly get back to their feet and Mercedes charges in going for a clothesline only for her attempt to be ducked under and countered with an enziguri to the back of Mercedes???s head that sends her tumbling to her hands and knees allowing Electra to follow up with a DDT.

Simone: This match has been back and forth so far and neither Emma nor Roxi have been tagged in!

Adams: It???s clear that they are hungry for action though!

Electra goes for a cover 1???.2???..and Mercedes kicks out at the count of two, Electra picks up Mercedes but whatever move she was planning to use on Mercedes gets thrown out of the proverbial window when Mercedes breaks free and starts firing some punches at Electra???s face that backs her up to the ropes which Mercedes goes to Irish Whip her from, however Electra reverses it and goes for a clothesline on the rebound only to find that Mercedes had the same idea and both Bombshells get knocked down.

Simone: I think it???s pretty clear that they need a tag!

Adams: Their partners are calling for it!

Roxi and Emma start to get the crowd behind their respective partners unintentionally causing some dueling chants for the Bombshells inside the ring as Jasmine reaches a five count, as she gets up to seven however both Bombshells make simultaneous leaps for their corners successfully tagging in Emma and Roxi!

Simone: And here come the champs!

Adams: This should be good!

Roxi immediately goes for Emma???s injured midsection with a spear but Emma leapfrogs over the attempt and hits Roxi with a high dropkick on the rebound! Emma goes for a cover 1???..2???..and Roxi kicks out in time! Whilst this is going on Mercedes and Electra resume their brawl and it soon becomes obvious that Jasmine has lost control of the match.

Simone: It???s broken down into a brawl here!

Adams: And Jasmine???s not happy!

Mercedes goes for a clothesline to the outside on Electra but Electra ducks and hits Mercedes with a Superkick that sends her to the outside whilst Roxi is temporarily incapacitated in a neutral corner, Mercedes gets back to her feet only to get hit by a springboard moonsault to the outside by Electra that makes the crowd come alive!

Simone: What a move by Electra!

Adams: And it looks like Emma wants to join in the fun!

Emma goes to run to the ropes but doesn???t realize that Roxi has recovered enough to hit a successful spear until it???s too late.

Simone: Roxi from out of nowhere with the Spear!

Adams: And she???s going for the Superstar Press!

Roxi goes for her trademark move but Emma manages to get her knees up in time knocking the wind out of Roxi, despite the fact that she???s clearly favoring her ribs after that spear Emma is able to successfully hit the Kia Kana!

Simone: Kia Kana!

Adams: Unless Electra can get back in the ring and break up the pin this one is over!

Electra sees Emma going for the pin but Mercedes grabs her from behind preventing her from entering the ring 1???.2???.3!

Justin: Here are your winners, Mercedes Vargas and the SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Emma Rose!

Simone: What a match! Emma has been on a role since she won the title!

Adams: And she pinned the Bombshell Champ! You have to wonder what this will mean going into Chaos in Cape Town!

Emma leaves the ring and celebrates with Mercedes as Electra checks on Roxi!

Backstage Scott Oliver is chasing after The Duke Ata Tupoi who is walking down the hall with purpose. He seems to be ignoring Oliver as he gets his phone out ready to make a call.

Oliver: Duke...Duke! Do you plan on getting involved in Michael Hardy's match tonight....Duke.

Duke stops walking causing Oliver to nearly crash into him. He turns around starting down at his attempted interviewer.

Duke: Damn, man you are like a yapping dog. I am not telling you crap. I have no interest in wasting my time, my damn voicemail is more important than your lame ass questions.

The Duke turns back around, putting the phone to his ear as he starts walking again. He turns a corner and runs smack dab into a massive man dressed as Darth Vader. It is Horace Jackson, one of the few men bigger than the Duke. Ata Tupoi seems a little surprised to be staring up Vader and takes a step back.

Duke: You have to be kidding me.

Horace Jackson looks at Duke and cocks his head to the side.

Horace: Are you lost little one? I think Yoda's dressing room is that way. By the way name's Jackson, Horace Jackson.

Duke doesn't know what to say at first and just stares at Jackson. He looks at Oliver who just shrugs. Duke looks back at Horace and suddenly laughs.

Duke: Yoda?...that's funny man. I mean I always thought of myself as a Boba Fett type, maybe Chewbacca, but I see what you did there. Your bigger than me, so you call me Yoda.

Ata Tupoi laughs again and then abruptly stops laughing, his eyes fixed on the Vader mask.

Duke: I am going to give you some leeway boy, for two reasons. One I think your nuts. I think your a big crazy freak and you don't understand who your talking with. Also....damn if I don't like me some Star Wars.

Horace: I am not afraid of Yoda nor am I afraid of you. You are going to wish you never crossed the path of The Dark Side.

Ata Tupoi looks over Horace and nods. He seems impressed that he has not backed down.

Duke: Its like I say, everyone here has a number. When your number comes up, I will beat you down just like I do everyone else. I won't even feel bad breaking that mask of yours with my feet.

Horace: The dark side has gave me their verdict and it states you shall be punished for your crimes against the Legion of Darkness.

Duke takes a step back, putting his hands up.

Duke: Whoa man, chill. Today is not that day, but I got a few minutes. You want to talk about episode seven.

Horace: The force is strong in this one.

Scott Oliver watches as the two men walk off like two oversized fan boys talking about Star Wars rumors.

The scene opens up on Amy Marshall walking in the makeshift backstage area on Batu beach, the bruising from where Amy???s head met the wall, when the mean girls jumped her, was still evident and this only fueled the anger that simmered deep down.

Coming to the makeshift offices of Christian Underwood, Mark Ward and Erik Staggs, Amy lightly knocked on the door of Mark Ward.

HS: ???Come in.???

Amy grabbed the handled and pushed the door open to reveal only Mark in the office, although expecting rest of the HSI members in his office, she was actually glad it was just her and Mark. Upon entering the office, Mark looked up from his paperwork to see Amy.

HS: ???Amy Marshall, what do I owe this pleasure????

Mark said beginning with the niceties, but Amy face stayed emotionless.

Amy: ???I want that fucking bitch ??? Delia ??? next week. I want to wipe that cocky smile off her plastic little face. I am so damned sick of her and I???m pretty sure you are sick of her. So do your fucking job and give me her.???

Amy said leaning against the desk, staring at Mark. Hot Stuff runs his fingers along his chin, looking up at Amy.

HS: You're a demanding lot this week, first Jericho Hill, now you. You want Delia next week? Well you might wanna find a place with a show next week, because we don't have one, but I see your frustration, she's been kicking your arse for a while.

Amy opens her mouth but Hot Stuff puts a finger up before she can speak.

HS: You want Delia, but I've had enough of demands all over the place, and already tonight, I've had it up to here with people.

Hot Stuff points to his forehead.

HS: Personally, I couldn't give a toss about two women trying to rip each others eyes out, and in 2 weeks time, I have my last ever match in a wrestling ring. After earlier tonight, I'm now focusing on that. I'm focusing on what matters. You want a match with Delia? Go bug one of the other two, I'm not the only one around here with this power. Now I've got more important things to do, so feel free to either find one of the others to annoy, or take a seat, put your feel up. I don't care.

Hot Stuff stands up walking around the desk and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him. Amy's eyes glare with anger as she puts her hand on the desk, lifting it up and turning it over. The camera cuts elsewhere

Backstage, Christian Underwood is standing against a background of the SCW banner.

Christian: Today is a day that we have set aside to honor one of the single most important people in each and every one of our lives, our mother's.

Christian reaches down and picks up a framed photograph and holds it for the camera to see up close.

Christian: This is Martha Underwood, my mother. Some of you know this, but a great deal of you may not, but I am, in fact, adopted. Martha and her husband, my father, Raymond Underwood, adopted me just weeks after I was born, and raised me to be the man that I am today. A fact of which I am very proud, and I hope they are as well. A lot of men and women who were in my shoes, went out in search of their birth parents.

Christian shakes his head.

Christian: I can't say the same, because I never had any intention or interest. Some have asked me why, and the answer is always very simple; because I already know who my true parents are. I know who my father is, and I know who is my mother.

Christian runs his hand down alongside of the framed photo.

Christian: I don't need any birth certificate or anything like that to tell me who my mother is. She's the woman who raised me since I was a baby. The woman who cared for me when I was sick, and stood outside of the window during my first day in pre-school while I was crying, just in case I needed her. She was there for me when I came out of the closet, and she above all others, helped to knit my family back together following that very event. She's been there for me when I thought there were monsters under my bed, and she was right there in the front row when I married the love of my life. She's my favorite shopping companion, and the one whom I always welcome to go with me when I go to my favorite coffee house. They say a mother holds her child's hand for a short time, but his heart forever.

Christian smiles.

Christian: Well ... I certainly know that mine does. I think the poet Maggie Pittman said it best:

"Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath.
Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step.
Her hands held me close when the tears would start to fall.
Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care of it all."

"Her hands were there to brush my hair, or straighten a wayward bow.
Her hands were often there to comfort the hurts that didn't always show.
Her hands helped hold the stars in place, and encouraged me to reach.
Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I captured them at length."

"Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harms way.
Her hands would punctuate the words, just do what I say.
Her hands sometimes had to discipline, to help bend this young tree.
Her hands would shape and mold me into all she knew I could be."

"Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,
Her hand now needs my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.
Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be.
Her hands are the reason I am me."

Christian: Happy Mother's Day, Mom! I love you!

Christian waves to the camera and blows it a kiss.

---

Justin: Our next match is scheduled for one fall. Our first opponent is from London England, and weighs 220 pounds. He is BEN JORDAN!!!!

The opening chords to Alter Bridge's "I Know It Hurts" starts to blast through the speakers and the lights in the arena drop down slightly. Flashing blue lights hit the entrance ramp as cheers emulate from the fans. Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp and looks around at the crowd. Ben nods his head to the sound of the music, looking around with an approving smile. Ben walks down the ramp, quickly sliding in the ring and looking around at the crowd, waiting for the match to start

The lights went black, completely black in the stadium ready for this three way dance. The fans as quite as they heard the air move around them and people with their nosebleeds. The lighting began to change as the song began to play showing a video so similar to his career???His theme song begins to play.

"Mayday, mayday this ship is slowly sinking. They think I'm crazy but they don't know the feeling. They're all around me circling like vultures. They wanna break me and wash away my colors... wash away my colors!"

Just as the final line finished, the song would burst in loudly with guitar and drums coming into one and as they did so, the smoke would circle the stage as the lights hit. Michael would come rushing out from behind the black curtain for the fans to see him and they went ballistic as their favorite enigma was ready to do battle. The new theme would define him and hopefully help the creatures understand he was here for them. After coming out from the back, Michael would immediately stare down the ring from the top of the ramp, he could exactly make eye contact with ring as the announcer announced

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

His eyes would wander through the building, spotting the multiple multi-colored signs made in support of Michael Hardy and the career he had. How he saw the Creatures and they were hoping he could pull out the victory here tonight. As Michael continued to make his way to the end of the entrance ramp, he would stop as the ramp formed into the floor around the ring and the Creatures and their chants lead him to the entrance floor. With his head dropped to his chest, he would slowly raise it so that he would be looking directly into the ring.

Suddenly the music cuts out to some very familiar tribal chanting. Duke Ata Tupoi steps out of the back as the opening of Bad Company starts. Michael turns quick and looks ready for a fight. Duke just smiles as the music cuts out. He holds his hands out.

Duke: Whoa Hardy, chill. I get it, you???re ready for a fight. And I know everyone thinks I am going come down there and cost you the match by beating your ass.

Simone: I wonder why everyone thinks that???.

Duke: But don???t worry. As far as I am concerned this might be your last chance at a victory for a while. Once we meet in the ring, man. Well you will be lucky if you ever wrestle again. So have fun. Enjoy yourself. I am not going to interfere.

Crowd: SHUT UP DUKE! SHUT UP DUKE!

Duke: But I am coming down there after the match is over to beat on who ever is left standing. Know that.

Duke then drops the microphone and flips off some of the nearest fans. Hardy looks at Ben Jordan and gets in the ring. He looks back one more time but Duke has not moved from his spot on top of the ramp. Ben moves in and the two shake hands before the bell dings.

Simone: Well this match is getting started, with The Duke of the SCW watching.

Adams: Yeah, that guy makes me nervous. He can stay up there.

Simone: Well he pretty much said he was coming here once the match is done.

The two fighters quickly lock up, pushing each other as one tries to get the upper hand. Ben tries to lock Hardy into a hold but Hardy slips away. He swiftly spins around trying to surprise Ben with a high kick but Ben turns it into a dragon screw.

Simone: Quick action to start this one off.

Both men spring up quickly but Ben is the first to respond, he hits Hardy with a forearm smash that knocks him back down to the mat.

Adams: Well they are both fast guys so that makes sense.

Michael Hardy springs up to his feet again and Jordan tries for another running forearm but Hardy rolls under it. Hardy is trying for a spring board splash but Jordan sees it coming, he lets Hardy fall. This time when Hardy tries to spring to his feet, Jordan is ready for him catching him in a quick belly to back suplex. The crowd cheers him on.

Simone: Michael Hardy keeps getting up but each time there is a little less spring in his step.

Adams: Well its hard to keep wanting to get up when Ben is over there ready to bring you right back down.

This time Michael Hardy rolls back and gets up slow, his eyes on his opponent. The two quickly lock up, Ben tries to whip Michael into the ropes but gets whipped into them instead. He rebounds off them only to be caught by Hardy and driven down with a spinebuster. The crowd gives a big pop.

Simone: Well if Duke is true to his word we are going to get a heck of a match. These are two talented fighters with lots of moves at their disposal.

Adams: Oh yeah I almost forgot the Tonga elephant in the room???.well on the ramp.

Simone: Yeah, the fans seem to be into both fighters, they don???t want it to end by interference.

Both men getting up quickly again and just as quickly the lock up. Michael Hardy spins behind Ben and brings him down with belly to back facebuster. He gets a huge pop after that one.

Adams: That was a huge move, Ben is getting up slow this time.

Michael Hardy waits for him to be halfway on his way and runs for the ropes. He springboards off and hits Ben Jordan with a flying high knee. Hardy leaps up to a huge pop and runs for the nearest turnbuckle.

Adams: He is going to the top rope.

Michael Hardy hits Evil Wind from the top rope, spinning in the air and crashing into Ben Jordan. The crowd is on their feet chanting Hardy???s name.

Simone: He is going for the pin!

1???

2???

Nearly 3!

Adams: Somehow Ben Jordan kicked out of that.

Crowd: FUCK OFF DUKE!! FUCK OFF DUKE!!!!

Duke had started running down the ramp but stops now, halfway there. Inside the ring Michael Hardy is pulling Ben to his feet and throws him into the nearest turnbuckle. He is charging after Jordan but Ben gets a foot up that hits Hardy right in the face.

Adams: Oh man nothing like a boot to the head to stop momentum.

Ben scrambles up to the middle of the turnbuckle. He leaps off hitting Michael Hardy with a clothesline as he staggers back. Ben is up first, taking a quick moment to catch his breath. He stalks behind Hardy as he gets up and slams him back down with a German suplex.

Simone: Ben Jordan is rolling that suplex and going for it again.

Ben Jordan hits another suplex and tries to roll into a third but Hardy somehow rolls it into a pinning attempt.

1???

2???

Ben Jordan kicks out and stays low catching Michael Hardy in a crossface.

Adams: So much rolling, I am not sure what happened and now we have a crossing Jordan.

Simone: And Duke smells blood in the water, he is coming ringside.

Ben Jordan has the crossface locked in but they are both close to the ropes. Hardy struggles in the hold but is able to get a leg on the ropes. The referee is calling for him to break the hold. Jordan is up first and he is yelling at Duke to get out of there.

Simone: Ben needs to focus or Duke is going to cost him the match without ever getting involved.

Crowd: FUCK OFF DUKE! FUCK OFF DUKE!

Michael Hardy is too his feet and Ben turns to face him. The two lock up again but after getting a hard knee strike in, Hardy gets the upper hand bringing Ben down with half nelson suplex. Hardy leaps up so fast that he seems almost dizzy from the momentum. He points at Duke than runs at Ben, stomping on him as he tries to get up.

Simone: Michael Hardy seems to be trying to prove a point now that Duke is down here.

Hardy runs for the nearest turnbuckle and is scrambling to get to the top. This time he tries for the Swanton bomb from the top rope but Ben rolls out of the way at the last moment.

Adams: Oh man that looked like it hurt! Ben is now on top of Hardy and is trying for the Crossing Jordan again.

Simone: And this time they are farther from the ropes.

Jordan gets it locked in and Hardy starts to struggle for any way to get out of it. Duke climbs the ropes waiting for the match to end. The referee is keeping a close eye on Michael Hardy who is struggling hard. After a good fight he taps out!

Simone: Ben Jordan has won this one!!

Ben Jordan leaps up quick and charges at the ropes where Duke is. He does a drop kick through the ropes that launches the big man down. The crowd goes wild.

Adams: Ben Jordan is bringing the fight to the Duke.

Ben now helps Michael to his feet. Duke is getting up now too, screaming out. Ben whips Michael Hardy towards Duke Ata. Hardy is airborne with a plancha that crashes right into Duke. The crowd is going crazy as Michael rolls off. He then heads for the crowd with a smile. Duke is up glaring at him, unaware that Ben Jordan is charging at him with a suicide dive.

Simone: Ben Jordan just crashed into Ata Tupoi. That was a huge hit, the Duke is down again.

This time it is Jordan???s turn to walk away. ???I Know it Hurts??? starts to play as he backs up the ramp clapping along as the crowd cheers him on.

---

The camera appears on Kain, The King Of Kings, as he stands next to his wife, Ariel, and the crowd cheers for the two as Kain begins to speak.

Kain: Kain and Ariel here, wanting to take the time to wish our Mothers and to all of our personal female friends and even our female fans a Happy Mothers Day and to those who will soon be mothers as well. All of us in the entire SCW organization praise you for your dedication and hard work for raising your children well. We salute you!

The couple nodded at the camera as the Titantron dies down and we hear the crowd roaring with unanimous approval.

---

We once again see Amy still outside the makeshift offices, but this time in front of Erik Staggs office and instead of taking the demanding route, she needed to be more friendly and asking. Lightly knocking on his door, Amy waited a few moments.

Erik: Come in.

Amy opened the door, to see Erik sitting back watching the show from behind his desk.

Erik: Well isn???t it the Stone Cold Punk Whore.

Erik greeted Amy, but Amy just shook her head unsure of that nickname that she hash tagged on twitter. Entering the office, Amy closed the door behind her.

Amy: Hi Erik.

Erik folds his hand in front of him with a bit of a smirk on his face. He leans forward, trying to remain professional.

Erik: To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit, Ms. Marshall?

Amy: Well I???ve spoken to Mark, but I got nowhere with him. But I was hoping that you were a bit more willing to action my request, which was a match between Delia and myself. Something where I can maim and disfigure her.

Amy suggested. Erik stares at her for a moment as he tries to soak it all in. He rubs his chin slowly as he thinks it over.

Erik: That does sound very interesting??? And I must admit that I would love to see you take her out??? But I can???t make a call like this on my own.

Amy lets out a small sigh, as she walks around the desk to where Erik is, as Erik watches her with suspicion at first. Amy pushes Erik back in his seat, and then climbs into his lap.

Amy: Then can I persuade you to persuade Mark?

Amy said with her face inches from Erik???s. Erik smirks as he doesn???t move an inch. He stares into her eyes for a moment, a sparkle in his own eyes as he chuckles.

Erik: I don???t see why you couldn???t try to persuade me, however, I can promise that I will not persuade Mark in the same manner???

Amy chuckles.

Amy: I'm not expecting you to persuade Mark like this. I expect you to sell it to him.

Amy moves her head, so that her lips by his ear and whispers.

Amy: Tell him it will make him money.

Amy places a light kiss on his ear before coming face to face with him again.

Erik: Why, Ms. Marshall??? Are you trying to seduce me? I???m sure there???s some sort of rule against this in the code of conduct???

Erik snickers under his breath as he bites at his bottom lip. He keeps his eyes locked on Amy???s as he tries to break free from her mental grip.

Erik: That???s very??? very bad???

Amy smirks.

Amy: Maybe I am, maybe I???m not.

Amy winks at Erik.

Amy: And I usually have a hard time following rules???

Erik has a couple beads of sweat building up on his forehead. He swallows hard as he tries to stop himself from digging himself in any deeper.

Erik: Yeah, me too??? But I??? being in a position of power, I have to try at least???

Amy: Then say screw the rules and screw Mark and book the match.

Amy said with a wicked glint in her eyes, as she stared into Erik???s eyes, before moving in and gently kissing him. Erik kisses her back, pulling her in deeply for a moment. He pulls away and smirks at her as he inspects her reaction.

Erik: I??? might be a bit of a scoundrel, Ms. Marshall??? See, Mark and I had a meeting with Christian earlier today, and you will not be booked against Delia in Cape Town???

Amy glares at Erik, as the moment between Erik and Amy quickly wears away.

Amy: What? So I???ve made an idiot of myself for nothing.

Erik: It shouldn???t come as a surprise to you. I???m not a push over, Amy. I thought after the other day, that we were friends, and you decided you wanted to play a game, as if I were some bumbling idiot?

Amy climbs off Erik in anger and walks back around to the other side of the desk.

Amy: I should of stuck with Mark and used him.

Amy turns and goes to storm out. Erik smirks as he waves to her, rolling his eyes. As she makes her way to the door, Erik clears his throat loudly.

Erik: Oh, Amy??? Don???t think I???ve forgotten your??? help dealing with Delia at Blaze of Glory??? I might not have been able to get your one on one match against Delia, but I have faith that you and Karina Koji can manage to play nice in Cape Town to take on Veronica and Delia?

Amy: It???s better than nothing, I suppose.

Amy smirks and then shrugs her shoulders. Erik narrows his eyes and laces his fingers together on top of his desk.

Erik: One last thing??? I can be a friendly guy to have in your corner. If you ever need a favor, just ask. But do NOT make promises that you don???t intend to keep??? or you might find your face buried in my ass, like a certain French tart???

Erik gives her a wink and a sadistic smirk. Amy just nods her head in agreement and gives Erik a smile before leaving the office.

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The camera returns to the SCW's six sided ring, where a table has ben set up in the very center. On the far side of the ring stands none other than the SCW's Director of Talent relations, one Erik Staggs. Beside him, arms folded and looking cross, Christian Underwood. And on the table, a single contract and two felt tip pens, one on each side. Christian holds the microphone up and speaks.

Christian: Ladies and gentlemen, it is just two weeks from now, in Cape Town, South Africa, where we will literally be bearing witness to the end of one of professional wrestling's most renowned dynasties; that of the in-ring career of a man I am proud to call not only a business associate, but yes, a friend. I am speaking of 'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward.

The crowd boos at the mere mention of the name of the leader of the group, Hot Stuff International, but despite this, there is also a scattering of applause as a show of respect to the time honored veteran of the ring.

Christian: Mark has been a champion inside of the ring from the very start of his career in All-Star Fantasy Wrestling, where he won one of the single most ridiculous championships in the wrestling business; the ASFW Beefcake Championship. Despite the theme of the title, ever the proud showman, Mark wore that championship with pride and didn't let a soul pass by that he didn't remind that he had a title... any title, and they did not.

Erik held up his own microphone.

Erik: And that winning record continued here in SCW when he won the ACW Championship. In two weeks, at Chaos In Cape Town, Mark Ward's wrestling career comes to an end. There will be no more challenges accepted. No more victories over the best this business has to offer, and the ACW title will go on the record books as the very last championship that 'Hot Stuff' ever held around his waist.

Christian: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome ... 'HOT STUFF' MARK WARD!

The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo???s explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro???s to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. Christian hands Hot Stuff the mic

HS: Tonight, you witness something special in Madagascar. Tonight, you witness the last time I will ever sign a contract to wrestle. You will see me sign something that signals the end of my wrestling career. In two weeks time in South Africa, the greatest story ever told will have the final chapter written. The greatest story ever told will have an ending.

Hot Stuff pauses for a second.

HS: There is no way back, the book will be closed one last time and you would have seen the hero rise once more to go out on a high. I will be facing a legend in the ring, I will be facing a man who made me who I am today, and I will make a simple promise to you all. I will make this the greatest match of all time in SCW, my blood sweat and tears will be left in the ring. You will see the very, very best of Hot Stuff Mark Ward. Let's get that cowboy bastard out here so we can get this done.

Mark passes the microphone back to Christian and pauses in wait, facing the entrance aisle.

Erik: And the man that Mark has hand picked to be the last person he will ever compete against, a man that is returning to the ring for the first time in over thirteen years ... AUSTIN PARKER!

The curtains atop the stage are flung open and out onto the stage steps Austin Parker. Clad entirely in black, from his muscle shirt and jeans, right down to his ankle-length trench coat and cowboy hat, Austin pauses to glance about the capacity crowd before he begins his descent towards the six-sided ring. Hands on both sides of the entrance reach out for him and Austin all but ignores them, pulling away from any that come close to touching him. Austin uses the ropes to pull himself up onto the ring apron, and then carefully steps between the top and middle rope, entering the ring for what had to be the first time in well over a decade! Austin walks over and beckons a microphone from Justin Decent and the ring announcer passes it over to him. Austin steps back into the center of the ring as his music slowly fades out.

Simone: Notice Austin is keeping some distance away from Christian

Adams: And why not? Last week Christian slapped the hell out of him!

Erik passes his microphone over to Austin as 'Hot Stuff' takes his place on the other side of the table. Austin glances at Christian and nods, acknowledging him.

Austin: Hey Christian, how're you doin'? Nice ta see ya.

Christian shakes his head and starts to say something but Erik and Mark both place restraining hands on his shoulders. Austin just smirks and shakes his head, looking over to Mark, himself.

Austin: Not a whole hell of a lot to be said this week, that you an' ah didn' say last week, is there? Ah could waltz around this ring, tellin' everyone about how great of a man an' a rassler you are, but it's not as if you haven't spent the past two plus years doin' that for me.

Mark smiles and nods, admitting this to be very true.

Austin: So how about instead, ah jest thank you? Thank you for the time you spent all these years, puttin' yerself in harm's way to entertain these people an' better yerself? How about everyone here takes a moment to ponder that as much as they might dislike ya, this business will not be the same without seein' you take someone's head off with that Red Hot superkick of yers? How about we all take note that you, an' only you, could have possibly talked me into steppin' out of retirement, something ah swore ah would never do -- just so we -- you an ah -- could have jest one last match together, an' show these kids backstage jest how the hell much they're gonna be at a loss without you in the ring, teachin' them the finer points of what it takes to bein' a man in this business ... by kickin' the snot out of them ... an' you an ah kickin' the snot out of each other.

The crowd applauds as Mark smiles and nods.

Austin: When you came out an' announced me as the man you wanted to retire against, ah thought you were insane. Mainly because you never asked me! But then the more ah thought about it, the more appropriate it became in muh eyes. You were there for the end of mine, an' now ah'll be there for the end of yours. You an ah, Mark Ward ... we've come Full Circle.

And with that, Austin hands the microphone back to Erik and saying nothing further, grabs the pen on his side of the table and scrawls his name on the dotted line! Austin drops the pen and steps back, and Mark nods. Then he too, takes his pen and signs his own name to the contract. The cheers and applause increases. Mark drops the pen and extends his hand out to Austin over the table, and Austin has no qualms or reservations at all about grasping it and giving it a firm shake. This draws even more cheers from the fans as the 'Final Farewell' match at Chaos In Cape Town is now official!

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The bell sounds, signifying that it is now time for the Main Event of the evening! Justin Decent stands inside of the ring, with head referee, Jasmine St. John, standing in the near corner.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Main Event, and it is an Eight Man Tag Team match, scheduled for one fall!

"Let's fake an answer for the curious
Let's fake it all for the fame
They'll think delivering was easy
Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies"

The immediate beat of the cult classic "Opticon" by Orgy lights up over the sound system and the crowd ignites with a fury of cheers as they know who is about to arrive. The crowd erupts in cheers as the curtains atop the stage are thrust wide open and out steps Synn, as he holds the drapes wide for the next arrival, and onto the stage emerges Big B -- with his tag team partner Despayre riding 'piggy back' astride his wide shoulders, and Angel being held high in Despaye's own hands.

Justin: Introducing first! To be accompanied by Angel and Synn! First, from Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing 171 pounds ... Despayre! And from Los Angeles, California, weighing 287 pounds ... BIG B!

"Message from Opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time
Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time"

Synn leads the way as the new tag team combination of the 'Bosom Buddies' makes their way down to ringside, Big B continuing to carry Despayre on his shoulders the entire way, while Despayre carries Angel on his own.

"New alien spawn we reinvent the dawn
And no one's style compares
Those neon eyes make mom and dad think
That we've lost our minds
They're just terrified of all new things"

Adams: Weird that they're on opposing sides but still making their entrances together.

Simone: Well it was either that or we sit through some dolt writing out eight separate entrances.

Adams: Que?

They arrive at ringside and Synn climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open. Big B lowers Despayre so his teammate can climb off and drop to the apron where he scrambles inside of the ring, followed closely by Big B. Despayre grabs the ropes and shakes them while head banging to the beat of the music as B just stands there calmly, watching his little buddy. While Synn drops to the floor, Big B and Despayre share a quick hug and go to their neutral corners.

???The End??? by Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, Axel and Brody step out to a chorus of cheers, the two stand on the stage looking around at the audience. After a moment they turn to one another, raising their arms up and slap hands as the two glare at one another, the two then step away and walk down the aisle way with Axel acknowledging the crowd more than Brody.

Justin: Introducing... From London, England, weighing 252 pounds ... ETHAN BRODY! And from Galveston, Texas ... 'L.A. LANDON AXEL!

Ethan steps up onto the ring apron whilst Axel climbs the steps and walks along the apron to the opposite apron, Brody steps in as Axel climbs the rungs of the turnbuckle and points out at the crowd with Brody standing near the ropes with his arms raised, Axel steps on the top rope and jumps into the ring. The two step into their assigned corners as the music slowly fades away.

Warrior???s Code by Dropkick Murphy's begins to play as Connor Murphy comes out on stage, one arm shaking with the beat over his head as the other pulls his cigarette from his lips while holding a red solo cup. Starting down towards the ring, he jokes and smirks at the fans. Jon Dough appears behind him.

Justin: Hailing from Ottawa Ontario Canada, weighing 185 pounds ... CONNOR MURPHY! And from Parts Unknown, weighing 25 pounds ... JON DOUGH!

Connor stops part way around the ring at the announcers table to take one final puff of his cigarette then looks for something to put it out in. Jon steps up in to the ring, bouncing off the ropes as he waits for Connor. With a smirk and a nod at Belinda, Connor motions putting out the cigarette in her drink only to wave it off and put his glass down on the table and drop the butt into it. Climbing into the ring, he wipes at his nose then smirks for the fans again as the two team members head to their corners.

Justin: And finally, introducing the Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Champions! From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 227 pounds ... JOSHUA ACQUIN!

???Nightmare??? hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd. As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans. Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up the SCW Tag Team Championship..

Justin: And from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 165 pounds ... LUCIAN Frost!

The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope. He slowly joins Joshua Acquin in the ring and together they show off their tag gold to both sides' opposite team members.

Simone: Taunting the other guys in the match, reminding them who has the tag titles right now.

Adams: When they have to split up and team with those same men? psht! And people look at me and think I'm dumb!

Simone: You're being too hard on yourself, Jason. I know people who think you're dumb over the phone.

Frost and Acquin nod to one another and step over to their respective corners, and step through the ropes.

Adams: I guess the champions have no intention of starting things off.

Simone: Well you heard Acquin, in particular. he might be out here but he refuses to take part in what he thinks is a conspiracy.

Adams: Then how are they going to decide who is going to start?

As if in answer, Connor Murphy suddenly blows past his other two teammates and jumps on the gargantuan, Big B, striking him with a forearm shot to the side of the head, prompting the opening bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Connor grabs the surprised Big B in a side headlock, working on the much larger man and trying to wear him down. Big B fends him off, throwing him off into the ropes and as they collide in a shoulder block, Big B's sheer mass gives him the upper hand and it's Connor that falls to the mat. Connor jumps right back up and kicks Big B in the stomach and grabs him in a front facelock, but Big B powers him up off of his feet and plows him right into the near corner, driving the air out of his body. Despayre cheers Big B on and Landon gives him a look and Despayre just looks at him as if asking 'what?'. Big B throws a heavy forearm shot into Connor's head, then throws him over and clobbers him with a forearm down across the back of the head. Big B sends him off into the neutral corner and charges in, but Connor brings a boot up into his head, stunning him. Connor then hops onto the second turnbuckle and jumps off, but Big B catches him in mid-air and drives him down into the canvas with a powerslam into a cover!

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2.....
Connor kicks out.

Simone: Big B has the least amount of experience as well as training, but his sheer size and power seems to make up for it.

Big B grabs Connor and pulls him to his feet and backs up towards his own corner where Ethan tags himself in.

Adams: This is going to be awkward. Both Team NXT and the Guns For Hire are members of NXT.

Simone: But they are also professionals and they want to head into Chaos In Cape town with a win.

Ethan climbs into the ring and grabs Connor and sends him reeling against the ropes with a European uppercut. Ethan Irish whips him into the ropes and jumps, delivering a flying forearm that sends Connor down. Ethan pulls him up and sends him into the ropes again and this time attempts a hiptoss but Connor hangs on and brings him over with a lightning quick arm drag takedown. Connor then hurries to his corner and tags Despayre, who uses the top rope to springboard into the ring and greet Ethan with a missile dropkick! Despayre kips up and grabs Ethan and tries to send him into the ropes but Brody hangs on and reverses it, burying a hard knee into the smaller man's stomach. Ethan scoops Despayre up and plants him with a hard scoop slam.

Simone: Despayre is without a doubt the smallest man inside of that ring, and that lack of size really can hinder him at times.

Adams: Yeah but you won't find someone with more heart, will you?

Ethan drags him to his feet and tags Jon Dough, who climbs into the ring and twists Despayre's arm into an overhead armlock. Jon wrenches the hold, showing his technical prowess, when Despayre proceeds to literally scale him like a wall and take him over in a victory roll, trapping him in a short arm scissors.

Adams: And that there shows why that little guy is also one of the most innovative grapplers around.

Simone: Well with his size, you have to be.

Jasmine checks to see if Jon Dough wants to call it quits but the masked enigma refuses. Jon instead uses his legs to force himself up and pushes Despayre's shoulders to the mat.

1.....
Despayre rolls through and onto his knees, hanging onto Jon's arm.

Despayre twists him into an arm wringer and goes for an Irish whip but Jon reverses it. Despayre comes off the ropes and Jon goes for a roundhouse kick but Despayre ducks, rebounds, then connects with a spinning high cross body!

Adams: I love that move!

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2.....
Jon kicks out.

Despayre grabs Jon by the mask and just starts slamming his head into the mat over and over.

Adams: He is a feisty little guy, isn't he?

Despayre goes for a second head slam, when Jon blocks it and slams Despayre's own head down into the mat. Jon pulls him up and Irish whips Despayre into the ropes and scoops him up and drives his back down across his knee. Jon holds him in that position, pushing down on Despayre's leg and chin. Jasmine checks on Despayre but he shakes his head in refusal. When Jon understands that Despayre won't give up, he tosses him to the mat and covers him, wisely hooking a leg.

1.....
2.....
Despayre kicks out.

Jon pulls his opponent to his feet and sends him into the ropes where Frost makes a blind tag, perhaps rougher than would be necessary. Not noticing, Jon scoops Despayre up who scissors Dough's head and brings him over with a Hurricanrana! Despayre jumps to the apron as Jon gets to his feet and Frost spears the man almost out of his boots and lays in the strikes to his head, roughing him up on the mat as Jasmine is forced to intervene and make her count!

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2...
3...
4...
Frost lets go of Jon and stands back up, pulling the masked wrestler up along with him.

Simone: Frost, one-half of the tag champions, is immediately serving notice to a future contender.

Frost lifts Jon up onto his shoulders and drives him to the mat with a rolling fireman's carry slam. Frost then jumps over him and uses the middle rope as a springboard back into a moonsault but Jon brings his knees up and the crowd cheers as Frost lands across them, driving the air from his body. Jon pulls him up and wraps his arms around Frost's body and brings him over in a belly to belly suplex and then holds him as he tags Ethan Brody back in. Ethan climbs in and immediately begins to stomp down onto his tag team rival. Ethan pulls Frost to his feet and sets for an Irish whip but Lucian reverses it. Frost leapfrogs up and over him, Brody rebounds and jumps, taking Frost almost out of his boots with a clothesline. Frost rolls toward his corner but Ethan grabs him and covers him, hooking the leg.

1.....
2.....
Frost gets his foot on the bottom rope, thus breaking the count.

Simone: I never thought it was a smart thing, doing that when you can still kick out. Suppose the referee doesn't see it?

Adams: Check mark in the loss column!

Ethan goes to grab his opponent but Frost grabs him by the shorts and tugs him through the ropes and to the outside. Frost then forcibly tags Landon.

Simone: First time we're going to get to see the other half of the Guns in this match.

Adams: And against his own partner no less.

Landon immediately drops to the floor and rolls than back inside of the ring and climbs back in himself. Landon rocks Ethan with a European uppercut but Brody comes off the ropes and nails his tag team partner with a forearm smash. Landon then goes for a kick but Brody grabs his foot and spins him around, only to have Landon nail a clothesline, felling him!

Adams: What a shot on his own partner!

Landon covers him and hooks the leg!

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2.....
Ethan kicks out.

Landon pulls him to his feet and whips him hard into the corner. Ethan staggers out and Landon rebounds into the ropes and goes for a bulldog, but Brody counters and falls back in a belly to back suplex! Ethan stands up and suddenly Joshua Acquin reaches in and tags himself into the match.

Simone: I thought he wanted no part of this match.

Adams: I guess so long as the advantage is his, it's okay?

Landon slowly gets to his feet and Joshua dives behind him, taking his leg out with a chop block.

Simone: Ever the opportunist.

Acquin stomps down onto Axel's leg, then drops two guillotine legdrops onto his leg. Joshua drags him up, picks him up off of his feet and drops him in a shin breaker.

Simone: It's clear he's working his leg over, but for what is anyone's guess.

Joshua then grabs Landon by the legs, steps through and turns him over into a sharpshooter!

Adams: That's what! He's going for the submission!

Jasmine checks on Landon but the 'Gun' shakes his head, refusing to tap out! He props himself up onto his forearms and inches closer to the ropes, and manages to latch onto the bottom rope. Jasmine calls for the break and reluctantly, Acquin obliges. Joshua then pulls Landon back to the center of the ring, and sets him up for the figure 4, but Landon grabs him and pulls him into an inside cradle!

1.....
2.....
Kick out!

Joshua Acquin quickly tags out, bringing Big B back into the match.

Simone: Figures, the opponent starts fighting back and suddenly Acquin doesn't want any part of the match any more.

But as B is stepping into the ring, Landon manages to tag Connor back in as well. Connor, the quicker of the two, climbs to the top and jumps off, connecting with a missile dropkick that fells Big B! Connor covers him!

1.....
Big B heaves him off!

Adams: Wow! He flew higher with that kick out than he did with the dropkick!

Connor is right back up and jumps on Big B with a flurry of punches, trying to wear the powerhouse down. Connor then grabs him by the arm and brings him in for a short-arm clothesline, but B's thick neck allows him to shrug it off and he returns the favor with a clothesline that turns Murphy inside out!

Adams: I bet that's the stuff Nick Jones wants to see!

Big B pulls him to his feet and hauls him over his head with a military press, then slams him to the mat! Connor rolls over and blindly reaches up and tags...

Simone: Oh my...

Adams: Despayre! He tagged Despayre!

Simone: Despayre against Big B?

The crowd cheers as the two 'Bosom Buddies' stare at one another briefly before Despayre dutifully climbs into the ring. They slowly approach one another, a wary look on both of their faces -- until they break out into grins. They then proceed to holds out their hands and...

Simone: Are they playing Rock, Paper, Scissors?

Despayre gets 'paper' and Big B gets 'scissors'. Despayre then hops in a circle, turning his back and holding out his arms, and Big B grabs him in a VERY loose bear hug, picking Despayre up off his feet. Big B is smiling and Despayre actually laughing as he suddenly reaches back and...

Adams: Is he TICKLING Big B!?

Indeed, as Despayre finds a ticklish spot under B's arms and B barks in laughter and releases him, dropping Despayre to his feet. Despayre continues the tickling torment and B tries shielding himself, unable to contain the laughter and he starts moving away but Despayre is relentless. Big B then turns and starts running away and Despayre gives chases, as the two Buddies race circles around the ring, Despayre trying to 'tickle' B into submission and his laughing Buddy trying to avoid it!

Simone: This has got to be the strangest damn thing I think I've ever seen!

Big B puts on the breaks and holds out his hands, asking for a break, then points to the outside where a small box is being watched over by Synn. Despayre nods and he scurries over and grabs it, bringing it to the center of the ring. He drops down to his knees, as B does the same, and opening it, Despayre starts removing a checkers board and the checkers themselves.

Adams: You were saying?

Simone: They're going to play CHECKERS!? This is a wrestling match for god's sake!

Adams: I guess this is the 'big plan' they prepared for, just in case?

Both men sit cross-legged on opposite sides of the board as they begin their game, while their partners watch on with perplexed and annoyed expressions! The game begins and a clearly frustrated Frost climbs into the ring and kicks the board, scattering the checkers everywhere! Big B and Despayre cry foul and climb to their feet where Despayre whacks Frost over the head with the checkers board! The crowd then laughs as Big B clotheslines him and Frost rolls out of the ring to the floor, seeking a break! Seeing an opportunity, Joshua Acquin climbs into the ring and dropkicks Big B in the back, sending him crashing forward into Despayre, knocking the little guy senseless to the mat!

Simone: Oh no!

Big B stares down at Despayre with shock and concern, and tries to revive him as Acquin chuckles at what he accomplished! Big B then slowly stands up and turns around, his face marred with rage!

Adams: Uhhh ohhhh!

Simone: He done pissed off the giant!

Acquin takes a step back, blinking, then tries to get a cheap shot in but Big B blocks it and decks him, knocking Acquin to the canvas! Big B goes after his own partner as he rolls to the outside, but Jon Dough tries to block him and talk sense into the rampaging powerhouse! Big B responds by grabbing Jon and flipping him into the ring the hard way!

Adams: Does that count as a tag!?

Big B climbs out to go after Acquin who heads for higher ground, as Jon finds himself in the ring against Despayre. Holding his back in pain, Jon grabs the stunned Despayre and pulls the smaller man to his feet. Jon Irish whips him into the ropes but Despayre ducks his spinning kick, rebounds and catches Dough with a flying body scissors roll up!

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3!

The bell rings as the crowd cheers!

Justin: Here are your winners! Despayre! Connor Murphy! Landon Axel! And Lucian Frost!

Simone: Chaos and confusion ended this one and Despayre took advantage of it to surprise Jon Dough with that innovative roll up and gets the win for his team!

The crowd applauds and cheers as Jasmine raises Despayre's hand as Synn climbs into the ring! Landon and Connor enter to celebrate the victory but Frost opts not to, and instead jumps off the apron to knock Big B, who has cornered Acquin, to the floor! Spotting this, Despayre then pulls away from his teammates and dashes across the ring and suicide dives through the ropes and crashes into Frost, defending Big B! The two men swing blows onto each other as they roll around on the ringside floor! Acquin delivers a kick to B's ribs and then hurries over and grabs Despayre by the hair, tearing him of and away from Frost! Joshua holds him for Lucian to take advantage off but before the tag champion can, Connor Murphy, Jon Dough, and the Guns dive from the ring and head over to intervene!

Simone: They might be opponents coming up in two weeks but for now, they all have their eyes set on those two men, Lucian Frost and Joshua Acquin

Acquin and Frost forgoes the attack on Big B and back away, discretion being the better part of valor. They snatch their tag belts away from the timekeeper's table and hold them up high, much to the crowd's displeasure who boo them fiercely! Frost and Acquin back up the ramp, smiling at the six men at ringside, pointing to the gold and then themselves.

Adams: I hope they're that confident when we get to Cape Town! Frost and Acquin have painted targets right on their backs.

The tag champions disappear behind the curtains and the three challenging teams look at one another and slowly separate away from one another.

Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Court, The Lord MK, Aleksei, Sean Jackson, Simon Jones, Casey, Dustin, Jericho Hill, Mete, Jenny, Necra, Roxi, Sam, Maggie. Also to Annie for the great match banners and a special mention to Erik again, for coding up a good 90% of these results. The man is a beast! Also to all our great roleplayers, you continue to do us proud.