PSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!

As Sean Jackson and Vanessa exit the ring, he makes it a special point to make his way over to the announce table where he stand directly in front of Belinda Simone. Sean then reaches over and picks up a spare headset as he leans on the table, looking Belinda right in the eyes.

Jackson: "Belinda, has anyone ever told you that you have some beautiful eyes?"

Stunned, Belinda doesn't know how to respond.

Jackson: "Matter of fact, you have a nice shape on you. It's clear that you work out, so if you ever get tired of sitting next to Nancy over there...."

Sean makes no bones about the fact he's speaking of Jason Adams. But this has to concern everyone since this is something that he's never done in SCW.

Jackson: "Then let me know. I'm sure that the three of us can come up with something to do."

Belinda Simone just leans back, not wanting to provoke anyone. But clearly not interested either.

Jackson: "Matter of fact, I'll be thinking about you, me, and Vanessa tonight while I'm destroying SCW's version of stick man."

Sean takes off the head set, then blows Belinda a kiss as he makes his way towards the back. Vanessa follows suit, but not before she seductively runs her tongue over her own lips and blows a kiss in the direction of Belinda.

Adams: "Hey Vanessa, where's mine?"

Vanessa doesn't respond as she too makes her way up the ramp.

Adams: "Obviously she didn't hear me."

Belinda is a little shaken, but she does manage to respond in order to keep the show going.

Simone: "Obviously."

The show does continue, but Belinda Simone is having difficulty hiding the fact that the incident has her a bit shaken.

Justin: The following contest is a Bombshell match, and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by James Kensington, from Kent, England, weighing 118 pounds, making her SCW debut ... KATHERINE KENSINGTON!

Katherine appears on the platform followed by her father. As the electronic beats of her song play, along with a basic light show, she does a little modeling stance, looking back over her shoulder, and lets her father twirl her by the hand. She then does a couple of club-dance-style hand movements as she starts down the ramp, with her father always following close behind. She will occasionally chat with him as they make their way to the ring.

Justin: Her opponent is from Jersey Shore, New Jersey, weighing 135 pounds, she is the Jersey Devil Diva ... JOANNE CANELLI!

The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Bang Bang"(My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nico Vega begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. The spotlight focuses on four figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, , talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.

Drew then makes certain both women are set and calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

The bell rings and the fans clamor to see the two women in the ring. The two lock up in the center of the ring, with the other trying to gain the advantage. Katherine places Joanne in a side headlock and looks over at her father with a smile on her face. Joanne takes the chance and sends Katherine into the ropes. Katherine bounces off of the ropes and ducks a clothesline, but then another clothesline connects that sends Katherine down to the mat hard.

Simone: I don't think 'daddy's girl' was ready for the onslaught that is the Jersey Devil Diva.

Katherine quickly rolls out to the ring towards her father holding her jaw and her father walks over to her to make sure she is okay.

Adams: Anybody have a violin?

Katherine starts to complain to her father, but her father tells her to get back in the ring and try again. Katherine tells the referee to back Joanne off and Katherine slowly makes her way back inside the ring. Katherine walks up to Joanne and slaps her, making sure to let her know that she won’t tolerate what just happened to her.

Adams: Is she nuts!?

Simone: No. Just spoiled.

Joanne turns her head towards Katherine with an evil glare on her face. Katherine tries to slap Joanne again, but Joanne blocks the slap and delivers a hard right punch to the jaw of Katherine. The fans jeer a bit as Joanne continues to deliver stiff chops and punches to Katherine. As Katherine is backed against the ring ropes, Joanne connects with a headbutt to Katherine and then she connects with a German suplex. Joanne quickly covers Katherine for a pinfall attempt….

1…

Katherine kicks out at one and Joanne made her way back up and starts to stalk her opponent. Katherine gets up and leans back in a corner to try and catch her breath. Joanne tries to charge at Katherine in the corner, but Katherine dodges the charge. Joanne stops herself, but not before Katherine pulls her hair hard and down towards the mat. This causes the head of Joanne to bounce off of the mat hard. Katherine grabs a hold of the ropes and starts to stomp at the mid-section of Joanne. Drew starts to count…

1…
2…
3…
4…

Katherine breaks off before the count of five and she smiles as she looks over at her father. Katherine’s father looks on and nods his head in approval.

Simone: Stop looking to the old fart for approval and fight! He's not in the ring, you are!

Katherine picks her up off of the mat, and Joanne delivers a punch to the gut of Katherine. Joanne makes her way up off the mat as Katherine tries to stand straight to get her bearings about her. Joanne quickly makes her way over to Katherine and grabs a hold of her hair. Katherine tried to wriggle free from Joanne’s hold, but Joanne quickly pulls Katherine into a headlock. Joanne quickly follows up the headlock with a snap DDT followed by a pinfall attempt….

1…
2…

Katherine kicked out of the pin and Joanne sits straight up and looks over towards the referee. Joanne motions that was a three count and the referee motions that was only two.

Adams: neither one of these women are too happy with Drew's officiating.

While Joanne is fighting with the referee about the count, Katherine rolls out of the ring and down to the floor. Katherine’s father makes his way over to his daughter to check on her. Joanne notices that Katherine is nowhere in sight and then her eyes move towards her father. Joanne gets out of the ring on the opposite side of the ring and makes her way towards Katherine by walking all the way around the ring.

Simone: It is never a good sign when Joanne Canelli takes things to the floor.

Joanne looks at Katherine’s father and motions for him to back off. Katherine’s father looks to the referee and said to do something as Joanne is pulling Katherine up off of the ground by her hair. Katherine breaks the grip that Joanne has on her hair and started delivering stiff slaps across Joanne’s face which quickly turned into some hard punches.

Adams: Ooo! That kitten has claws!

This backs Joanne up against the post of the ring near the ring steps and Katherine steps back for a brief moment. Katherine comes back by attempting a front kick, but Joanne quickly dodges that which sent Katherine’s leg connecting to the ring post. Katherine grabs her leg and Joanne takes advantage of this by connecting with a leg sweep. This sends Katherine down to the ground hard. Joanne goes to pick up Katherine off the ground and Joanne tosses Katherine back into the ring. Katherine rolls around the mat holding her leg, and Joanne attempts another pinfall…

1…

Katherine kicks out at one and Joanne attempts another pinfall out of frustration….

1…

Katherine kicks out at one again and Joanne mounts her. Joanne starts to deliver some more punches to the face of Katherine hard and the referee tries to break it up. Joanne finishes the punches and then attempts to cover Katherine again for the three count….

1…
2…

Katherine kicks out again and grabs her leg that was in pain. Joanne hits the mat in frustration and slowly makes her way back up. Katherine tries to pull herself up with the ring ropes and she succeeds as her father tells her to get back in there and win. Katherine looks at her father and starts talking about her leg hurting and Joanne takes advantage by grabbing her leg but Katherine quickly brings a knee up into her face, stopping whatever Joanne had intended. Joanne staggers back, holding her face. She then looks up and moves in but this time Katherine moves out of the way and Joanne runs into the corner.

Simone: Joanne had things going her way but I think that made her just a little too over confidant.

Katherine grabs two handfuls of Joanne's hair and slams her head into the corner three times, and then ducks down and pulls Joanne to the mat with a roll up and she places her feet on the ropes!

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

Drew sees her using the ropes illegally and stops the count, ordering her to break. Katherine jumps to her feet and she starts screaming at Drew, complaining that she had it won.

Adams: Of course she had it won -- she was cheating!

Katherine then turns to James and cries how unfair it is and how mean the referee is being to her.

Simone: By not allowing her to cheat? Are you kidding me?

Katherine, pouting and stomping her feet, turns around and sees Joanne beginning to rise. She runs right at her but Joanne scoops her up on her shoulders in a fireman's carry, then heaves her off and into...

Simone: Bull's Eye!

The GTS maneuver drops Katherine to the mat and Joanne covers her!

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

Justin: Here is your winner, the Jersey Devil Diva ... JOANNE CANELLI!

Joanne pulls her arm away from Drew and shakes her head, clearing the cobwebs before exiting the ring as James climbs in to check on his daughter.

Simone: Joanne comes away with the win, putting 'Daddy's Girl' down but I think Katherine gave her a tougher fight than she expected.

James is kneeling by his daughter's side as she slowly comes to, and upon realization at what happened, she starts throwing an absolute fit! Screaming and crying, she wraps her arms around her daddy, weeping.

Adams: Pampers on aisle one! Pampers on aisle one!

Dread and the Fugitive Mind by Megadeth kicks on the loudspeakers as the fans erupt. TJ Codair steps out from the backstage area and heads down to the ring as Codair chants are heard all through out the arena. He makes it down to ringside and stops in front of Delia's cheering section. Turning to them, he points at them and nods his head. He then looks at the woman known as Deacon Wolfe and gives her a smile. He then turns his attention back to the ring, and gets a funny look on his face as he hops the barricade. He shakes Andromeda's hand, Then looks at Sterling and shakes his hand, hugs Marisol. and then sit down with the ladies putting his arms around Deacon and Amy Sharpe as one of the guards begins to yell at Codair. Codair, Andromeda, Deacon, Sterling and Marisol and Amy all flip off the guard as Codair stands back, and gets back over the barricade and climbs into the ring, he grabs the microphone and waits for the music to end. The music ends as he looks over the crowd.

TJ: Ya know, I got a few things I would like to get off my chest before I enter tonight's match with Andrew Garcia, Equinox, and Rage. I mean I know I don't have the best history with them, however some things need to be, ahh fuck it who am I kidding, none of em like me much.

Codair shrugs and then looks over the crowd a bit.

TJ: I don't know why, I think I'm a pretty swell guy but ya know how it goes. Fact is and ya can all write this down if need be. I could give a shit who likes me in this business and who don't. Ya know why, because despite popular belief, I am still one of the toughest bastards in this business, and tonight I get to show all of ya what I mean.

Codair points at Deacon Wolfe,

TJ: Yes, to all those twitter fanatics, me and Deacon had a hell of an evening last night, and no we ain't screwing so stop sending me those damn DM's asking how fun she is. I will let ya all know when the time actually happens. Ya will tell when I actually have a smile from ear to ear, and not looking to rip everyone's head off.

The camera comes to Deacon Wolfe as she is seen laughing.

TJ: Yeah, yeah, she's beautiful but this is my time and she ain't even on roster. Focus that camera to me please. Alright, there we go. Andrew Garcia, you and I got a bit of talking we have to go through, and trust me when I say this. I think ya will appreciate the gesture, but that will happen after our match.

Codair looks over the crowd.

TJ: Now I ain't here to bore the crowd on stupid backstage psychosis, however I will tell everyone out right now. There is no respect or liking between me and Rage, far as I am concerned that piece of shit can continue to run around, shooting his mouth off all he likes, cause I ain't going anywhere. He thinks he's got the sack to put me down, mother fucker. No one in this god damn planet has that god damn ability. Not you, not the neckbreaker that took out Drake Green. Not Lucifer himself, ya know why that is? Simple, none of ya got the talent to do it. Don't ya all worry though, I am still an asshole. I will still say what I want when I want, and how I want, and there is not a damn single one of ya that can stop me.

Codair glares up the entrance ramp.

TJ: Now, if I were the guy that I was years ago, I would be telling ya all right now that Rage was preoccupied in a meat sandwich between Jamie Dean and Christian Underwood, but I am not like that anymore. I am not going to say he likes to gurgle before he swallows, dresses up in women's lingerie under his street clothes, takes fashion tips from the ladies, blows guys for extra cash, and does secretary work when he wants to be involved in something.

A huge pop is heard from the crowd as the fans cheer Codair on.

TJ: Oh look, Uncle Teej is making gay jokes, shit. I should censer myself before I say something that really offends someone................................... Alright, if any homosexual men are offended by what I just said, I am sorry. I am sorry that you can just take a dick, but not a joke, I am sorry that Rage has officially been voted most likely to 69 with other men, and I am truly, truly sorry that I ain't nearly as classy as everyone wanted me to because I ain't looking to be Mr. Nice guy. I am TJ Codair, and I assure you, business is about to pick way the fuck up.

Codair tosses the microphone and exits the ring to Dread and the Fugitive Mind, he stops short where the ladies are in support of Delia as the guard that yelled at him is standing there looking at him. Codair just flips him off again, as the Codair chant is heard through out the arena, he makes it back up to the top of the entrance ramp and looks out to the crowd. He pounds his fist over his chest 3 times and holds his closed fist out to the fans.

Simone: While we've been on Air, this has just hit youtube! Roll it!

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Pacific Palisades, Los Angeles, California, standing at 5 feet 10 inches, and weighing 169… from the waist down… he is… JAAAAAAAAAAMIEEEEEEEEEEEE DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAN!!!

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

Justin Decent: And his opponent… hailing from Dallas, Texas, standing at 6 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 220 pounds… Representing Hot Stuff International, he is “The Mental Rapist”… SEEEEEEEEAAAAAANNNN JAAAAAAAACKSOOOOOOOOONNN!!!

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

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

"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, the fans can see two people making their way onto the entrance ramp. The park erupts into boos 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. Sean is completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.

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

His face remains stoic as only God 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 black shirt with the HSI logo on the front. He is also blue jeans and cowboy boots.

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.

Once the lights have come back on, Sean steps up to the center of the ring, giving dirty looks to Jamie as he verbally taunts him. Vanessa wraps her arms around him protectively before Jasmine escorts her to the ropes. Vanessa steps outside as Jasmine calls for the bell to get things going.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: These two built up some tension on Twitter as well as of late, didn’t they Jason>

Adams: Only the hottest feuds begin on Twitter, Belinda. If you don’t have one, get one! Er, yes, Jamie goaded Sean with some rather… different methods.

Jamie stands in his corner, thrusting his waist back and forth as he points directly at Jackson. Sean makes a face as if he is disgusted by the thought, yet intrigued by the challenge. He slowly stalks over toward Jamie, ready to pounce him against the corner. However, as soon as he gets close enough, Jamie ducks down between Sean’s legs and gives him a firm swat on the backside. The distraction serves as a fun bit of laughter for the audience, but Sean grabs onto Jamie’s leg in the process, holding onto him in an Ankle Lock! The audience boos this immediately as Jamie’s smile fades away into a look of pain. Jamie does everything he can to get out of it, but Sean wrenches the ankle. Jamie is finally able to contort his body enough to grab onto the bottom ropes. He pulls himself up to the second rope and hangs on as Jasmine shouts at Sean to let go.

Simone: Sean isn’t going to let go just because you asked him to…

Adams: Is that why she’s in his face now? I thought she was just doing random breath checks…

Jasmine asks one more time, but Sean shakes his head. She begins her count quickly. 1! 2! 3! 4! Fff… Sean immediately lets go, knocking that Jasmine isn’t going to waste time asking again. He drops a knee down on the back of Jamie’s head for good measure. As the audience boos him loudly, Sean looks out with a sick smile on his face. He picks Jamie up half way from the mat, slapping the back of his head while shouting taunts at him. He slowly begins spinning around with Jamie before flinging him into the corner, looking to connect with a hard shoulder. However, Jamie flips forward with a make shift Handspring and rebounds off of the ropes, driving an elbow into the back of Sean’s head while he is distracted!

Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: Amazing agility by Jamie Dean. I guess the bedroom escapades are finally starting to pay off!

Adams: Esca-whatsits? I don’t know what that means, but I do know that Jamie scored big time with that one!

Jamie stands above Sean for a few seconds before picking Sean off of the mat. He sends him flying into the ropes and bounces off of the opposing ones himself. He leaps up and takes Sean down with a Headscissors. As Sean skids across the mat, Jamie follows him quickly. He goes for a Shining Wizard, but Sean lays down flat on his back, taking out Jamie’s legs. As Jamie falls to the mat, Sean gets on top of him and begins ramming knees into the back of Jamie’s knees, weakening them as quickly as he can. After a moment of doing this, Sean stands up and brings Jamie with him. He brings Jamie over with a German Suplex and bridges it in for a pin.

1!

TW…KICKOUT!

Simone: True resiliency by Jamie Dean right there. Not even a two count.

Adams: You and your big words… Can’t you just say “Sean Jackson is kicking arse” and “Jamie Dean refuses to give up”?

Jamie kicks out of the pin and Sean is ready for him. Sean works his way back up to his feet as Jamie gets to one knee. Sean lifts Jamie up from the mat and carries him toward the ropes. He lifts Jamie up and drops him throat first across the top rope. As Jamie clutches at his throat, Sean rakes his eyes. Jasmine scolds him for this and he simply waves her off. He sends Jamie into the ropes, looking to catch him with a Clothesline on the rebound. Jamie ducks it and comes off of the opposing ropes with a One Arm Bulldog that levels Sean. Jamie stands up, catching his breath as he thrusts his waist toward Sean once more, making the fans cheer loudly for him.

Simone: Sean Jackson isn’t the only one who likes to play mind games here. Jamie Dean is playing them right back.

Adams: It is hard to tell who is more effective between the two!

Jamie approaches Sean, but Sean pulls himself over to the ropes. Jamie grabs onto the back of his tights in an attempt to stop him, but Sean kicks at him, letting his backside become exposed for just a second to the delight of Jamie. Sean gets one good kick in that sends Jamie flying backward as Vanessa shouts at Jamie. Sean makes it to the outside of the ring to regroup with Vanessa. He listens to her, nodding his head as he keeps an eye on Jamie. At the first distraction, Jamie capitalizes with a Suicide Dive through the ropes, leveling Sean as both men lie in a heap on the outside of the ring.

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT WAS AWESOME!

Simone: And another impressive maneuver from Jamie Dean! Man, these two are putting on a great show for the fans tonight.

Jason: But he just risked everything and he’s in no better shape than Jackson is right now!

Jamie stirs a little as he turns over onto his stomach. Jasmine is keeping a close eye on Vanessa who seems as if she wants to get involved at any moment now. Jamie climbs up, resting on the barricade as Sean crawls toward the ring. Vanessa swoops in and acts like she is about to attack Jamie, causing Jasmine to come to the ropes to argue with her. Vanessa provides a proper distraction as Sean crawls under the ring. Jamie does his best to quickly make it across to the other side. As he does, and Jasmine is still distracted, Sean blasts him with a fire extinguisher from under the ring. As it settles, Sean grabs Jamie and sends him flying into the ring post. He immediately follows, sandwiching Jamie’s head between the post and a hard elbow! Jasmine turns around, but it is too late to catch any wrong doing. Sean rolls Jamie inside of the ring and quickly follows, hooking the leg for a pin.

1!

2!

3!NO!KICKOUT!

Simone: After that hard shot, I’m surprised that Jamie was able to kick out of that!

Adams: Jamie is used to taking shots… he is a pro wrestler after all…

Simone: Pun intended?

Adams: Eh… what?

Sean can’t believe it himself. He mutters a few words to Jasmine about a slow count, but Jasmine doesn’t pay him any mind. She backs away as Sean lifts Jamie off of the mat. Sean sends Jamie flying into the ropes, catching him with a clothesline. As Jamie falls down to the mat, Sean follows up with an Elbow Drop, but Jamie rolls just a little to the left, causing Sean to miss entirely. Jamie lifts Sean up and sends him into the corner. As Sean collapses, Jamie follows him up, nailing a Bronco Buster in the corner, much to the delight of the fans! He rubs it in for a moment before backing off. He pulls Sean by the feet so that he is a few feet away from the corner. Jamie darts over to the corner and climbs up to the top rope, hitting a 450 Splash, also known as The Golden Shower! He hooks onto the leg as Jasmine drops down for the count!

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: Here is your winner… JAAAAAAAAAAMIEEEEEEEE DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAN!!!

Simone: He came right out of left field with that one, didn’t he?

Adams: He sure did! I didn’t even see that coming!

Jamie slowly stands up, holding onto his ribs as Jasmine holds his one arm up into the air. He does his best to straighten up his body as he takes in deep breaths. He gives the crowd one last thrusting of the waist as “Satisfaction” plays over the speakers. An enraged Vanessa rolls inside of the ring to check on Sean. She helps him up to a sitting position before shouting at him and pointing. Sean immediately works his way up to his feet, running right into a celebrating Jamie! The crowd rains boos down on him as he begins stomping away at Jamie. Vanessa shouts at Sean some more as Sean locks Jamie up from behind. Vanessa walks up to Jamie and slaps him hard across the face. She rears back, catching another until the crowd begins cheering loudly. Vanessa looks at the entryway as Amy Marshall comes barreling down the ramp, sliding inside of the ring, wielding a steel chair!

Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: Amy Marshall coming in for the save!

Adams: And Vanessa is backing down, but Sean sure isn’t!

Amy doesn’t back down one bit from Sean as she holds onto the chair firmly. Sean cracks his knuckles together as he stalks toward Amy. She holds the chair up, daring Sean to try something. He gets close, and Amy goes to swing the chair, but Sean ducks it. He is ready to make a fool of Amy when Security comes rushing down the ramp. The slide inside of the ring as Sean stares at them. They push the two away until Sean finally climbs outside of the ring to join Vanessa. “Scream” plays over the speakers as the crowd cheers at Amy. Amy helps Jamie back to his feet, making sure he is alright in the process. Jamie nods his head and goes as far as to offer Sean a wink and puckering his lips together for an air kiss. Sean snarls at this as he and Vanessa make their way up the ramp.

"Hands of Death" by Rob Zombie begins to play over the sound system. The screen lights up with a video of a raging wildfire and red, orange and yellow strobe lights begin shining around the building. Moments later, resident pyromaniac, Electra Blaze appears from behind the curtain with a devilish grin on her face. Clad in some tight black leather pants with a flame design down the side of each leg and an equally tight black halter top with matching flame design, she receives a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Simone: What is SHE doing here?! She's not even employed here!

Adams: So? Any excuse is good enough for me! She's hot!

Electra begins walking to the ring as the male population in the crowd gives her cat calls and all but drools at the fiery red head. She grins but ignores them for the most part as she walks up the steps and very s-l-o-w-l-y bends over the second rope and enters the ring.

Adams: Quick, Belinda. I need a fan. I'm sweating over here!

Simone: Oh for God's sake, knock it off.

Electra walks around the ring, now set up for a very special interview segment. Two chairs are placed in the middle of the ring, with a table set between them. A small monitor is set on the table with a video of fire burning in a fire place. Electra takes a seat in one of the chairs, taking the microphone. Her music dies down but the fans are still roaring at her presence. She raises a finger to her lips, shushing them, and they quiet down just enough for her to speak.

Electra: As much as I love the reaction I'm receiving, I've got something very special planned. As you can tell.

She motions around her at the set up and smiles.

Electra: I was hoping for something a little more elaborate as far as the set up. I mean, come on. A video screen? How boring. I wanted my own little fire pit here, but Mr. Erik Staggs deemed that a safety hazard so...This will have to do.

She pouts out her bottom lip but quickly shakes it off, getting back on topic.

Electra: Welcome to The Fire Pit, everyone! Now, I know some of you have seen this little segment before. I had an edition of it a couple years ago, but I wasted it on that selfish hag, Misty.

The fans cheer at the mention of the three time former Bombshell's name. Electra shakes her head in disapproval and looks disgusted.

Electra: Yeah, I'm not even going to respond to that. You see, this time I have someone much more worth the air time. Someone I think even Misty will approve of. Someone that one, Hot Stuff Mark Ward, hates with a passion. My guest on The Fire Pit tonight is a man who was rudely interrupted last week during his very special appreciation night.

The crowd erupts in a huge pop as they know exactly who Electra is referring to. She nods her head with a smile, looking towards the back.

Electra: Oh yes, you all know who is about to join me. So without further delay. Everyone please welcome...Drake Green!

The lights turn to a blue filter and we can hear the opening drums from “Burning Down The House” by the Used. The crowd jumps to their feet and they begin to cheer as “Mr. Showtime” Drake Green steps out on to the stage.. He lifts his arms up and down, motioning for the packed beach to get up on their feet and cheer.

Crowd: POP!

Adams: Reno, Nevada welcome back Mr. Showtime!

Green, with a large smile, stands tall in a navy blue suit with a tight white shirt and a purple tie. His platinum watch shines in the house lights as he raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky as the crowd starts to get behind him. Just as the lyrics for the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings.

#Watch out
#You might get what you're after
#Cool babies?#Strange but not a stranger
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy?
#Burning down the house

Drake trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring. He walks around the entire rings, making sure he says hello to all the fans at ringside. Finally, he hops onto to the apron and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring. He passes by Electra and gives her a crooked smile, checking out her curves as he brushes past her. He grabs a microphone from Justin and smiles as the crowd showers him with cheers.

Drake: I would do my normal salute to get you all excited but it seems like Arizona knows how to fucking rock all on their own!

Crowd: MASSIVE POP!

Drake: So for to not waste any of this sexy…

Drake looks Electra up and down one more time before shaking his head casually and widening his smile.

Drake: ...sexy woman’s time. I’ll make this short. People of Phoenix, MY PEOPLE, I just got one question for you. WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Electra: Well what an entrance that was. You certainly know how to get the crowd going, Drake.

Drake: That’s biggest mistake everyone makes. The crowd knows how to get me going…

Electra looks around the crowd as they cheer on Drake in another huge pop. She smiles and nods.

Electra: So it seems. And you may have been out for some time but you certainly haven’t lost a beat. How does it feel to be back in front of the SCW crowds?

Drake takes a long look around the buzzing crowd.

Drake: I tell you baby...it feels fucking fantastic.

Electra nods with a smile.

Electra: Well I can certainly tell. Now, I’m guessing that you and everyone else are probably wondering just why I chose you to be my guest tonight, right?

Drake: Not really but for some reason I feel like you’re about to tell us anyway.

Electra: Good observation, Drake. You see last week on Twitter, got me thinking. I saw Misty warn you not to hang around me, but, you see, I hate Misty. So, I just love to rub certain things in her face. You wanted to get to know me, and vice versa, so here’s that chance. And it also gives you the time in front of this crowd you love so much, so why not?

Drake: Well to be clear on something, Miss Blaze, the only things I’d really care to get to know are your bra size and whether or not you wear satin or lace panties. But since you mentioned them, I’m sure they’d like to know too.

Crowd: Show us! Show us! Show us!

Electra looks around the crowd as they encourage her to show off what she’s got, but she shakes her head with a smirk and looks back to Drake.

Electra: Well, Drake, if you really want to know the answer to that I’m sure you could ask Rage. He’d know the answer. Or at least he used to. Aren’t you quite the ladies man, though?

Drake: I’ve been told once or twice. But let’s cut the shit shall we? I may have not been around for a few months but I’m not dumb. There’s a reason you brought me out here tonight and although I’m hopeful, I don’t really think it’s about your thong. So go ahead, ask me…

Electra smiles innocently and shrugs.

Electra: Damn, you caught me. I really need to work on hiding things better. You see, Drake, I knew having you out here would piss off two people. And I just loooove pissing people off, so I had to do it. It’s no secret people don’t like me, but quite honestly, I don’t care.

Drake: Well I wish I had that problem, Electra. But I think just short of Mark Ward...I’m universally loved.

Electra: Yes, I’d say so...I could ask a few of the ladies on the Bombshell roster that, and I’m sure I’d come to that conclusion. But, maybe you’re not as loved as you think, Drake. It seems Sean Jackson isn’t exactly a fan of yours. And forgive me but given your friendship with one wretched former Bombshell Champion, Misty, I can’t exactly say that I’m a fan either…

Drake: Sean who?

Electra laughs and shakes her head.

Electra: Look at you, Drake. Trying to act like Sean Jackson isn’t a big deal in this place. He’s the one who put you out of commission in the first place. What makes you think he won’t do it again?

Drake: To be clear I was injured before that match. Sean is a great competitor but it’s his own fault that he’s letting one fluke victory cloud his judgement. I had no interest in getting back in the ring. It was Sean, and Mark, that asked for this. They wanted it and now they’re going to have to live with the consequences.

Electra: I’m sure they’ll be able to live with the consequences just fine if it happens to be that you’re permanently put out of commission. So the fact that you’re putting your neck on the line, quite literally, doesn’t seem to bother you?

Drake: Of course it bothers me, you moron. But I have one thing in this life that matters. It’s not the money, or the big house, or the cars. It’s not these incredible good looks or my dashing smile…

Drake flashes a smile and a wink at the camera.

Drake:...it’s my legacy. It’s the years of blood, sweat, and tears that I’ve put into this business and all that I’ve sacrificed for these people. It became clear to me that the piece of shit Mark Ward and his lacky Sean Jackson would never let this die. That every time I came back here to say hello to my fans that they would be here to piss in my cheerios. It was clear that this has to end.

Electra: And if it ends with you being wheeled out on a stretcher...after Sean Jackson destroys you...then what?

Drake: They’re gonna have to do a lot worse than that, Carrot top. If they think I’m going down without bring them with me...let’s just say they’ll be a new skylight or two in the building when this one is over.

Electra flashes an amused smile as Drake insults her.

Electra: First, I’d like to think I’m a hell of a lot more attractive than Carrot Top...and two..I will say that I admire your determination. The fact that you’re not letting such a serious injury stop you is either very stupid or very smart. We’ll find out which once it’s all said an done...and to think, certain people would rather just walk out and **air quotes** retire than risk their necks doing what they love.

Electra shrugs and grins, knowing that was a dig at former three time Bombshell Champion, Misty.

Drake: Say what you want about certain people, but I don’t see you getting in the ring. But we’re not here to talk about other people are we, Ginger? Let’s ask the questions that’s on everyone’s mind shall we? Do the curtains really match the drapes?

Electra rolls her eyes and grins. Drake winks at her and the crowd whistles and cat calls, wanting to know the answer.

Electra: I’m sure you’d like to find that out, and as tempting as it is to fill you in on the answer, I think I’ll pass. I know you said you wanted to get to know me, Drake, but when you’ve been with the likes of Amy Marshall...Well, let’s just say I’m not interested.

Drake: That’s the beauty about being a Man of the People. Ain’t no judging baby...just loving. But if we must judge...

Drake steps in closer to Electra.

Drake: If you think I would actually get any where near a filthy, conniving, dirty slut like you then you must truly be blazing something. It may be Showtime...but you’re ass is cancelled.

Drake drops the microphone as he smiles in front of Electra. Blaze drops her arm in annoyance but as she goes to speak in retaliation, ‘Burning Down the House’ by the Used begins to blare through the PA system, drowning her out.

Vixen stands glaring at the locker room door of the Sins. Dressed for her match, she seems to be almost willing someone to exit. In one hand, she rolls a pen and in the other is a red journal that is open to a page with small scribbles on it. Looking into the book, Vixen takes a deep calming breath and slides the pen in to mark her page. She shoves the book into the pocket on the front of her hoodie and moves closer to the Sins locker room. Before she gets to the door it opens to reveal Gabriel exiting. Stepping in front of him, Vixen smiles frostily.

Vixen: Just the person I was looking for. Hey, I want to talk to you about your little rant.

Gabriel: Don’t worry about thanking me Vixen, first epiphany is free. Next time you are going to have to pay for it though.

Gabriel’s smirk gets wider as he can see Vixen is trying to physically hold herself calm.

Vixen: That isn’t what I was talking about. I want to know what I ever did to you that made you strike out at me? As far as I know, there is NOTHING between us that would even deserve that little pity party of eye opener comments directed at me.

Gabriel: Truth hurts doesn’t it?

Vixen: None of it is true. I have earned everything I have gotten in this federation.

Gabriel: Yeah, if I was blowing the boss’s nephew too, I'd be able to claim the same.

Vixen’s hand flashes out and slaps Gabriel across the face. His own hand moves to rub against the redness appearing on his cheek as Vixen gets right up in his face.

Vixen: We both know that wasn’t the truth you were spouting. Matter of fact, came out sounding more like your wife than you. Oh my god…that’s it isn’t it? Your wife writes your scripts for you. Because it is either the fact your wife can’t stand it that I keep getting what she thinks she deserves or Mr. Magic lost his smile and wants to bring everyone down to his level.

Vixen steps backwards with an insolent grin as Gabriel continues to stare a hole through her.

Vixen: Just because you haven't achieved the fame I have achieved, and neither has your wife for that matter, it doesn't mean you have to whine about how good I am...just means you and she need to either retire or get better. Maybe it is a good thing that Christian doesn't allow the Bombshells to face the superstars otherwise I would just have to kick your ass to prove how good I really am. And if you or your wife wants to feel a little froggy…all you have to do is jump.

Gabriel lunges at Vixen who prepares for the attack. Before Gabriel can reach Vixen, Christian steps between the two.

Christian: That is ENOUGH. Gabriel, you know better than to put your hands on a bombshell other than your wife. And Vixen, I know in other federations you were able to fight the men but not here. Both of you go and cool off…NOW!

Still glaring at each other, the two back away slowly, Odette joining Gabriel murmuring at the redness of his cheek as Vixen smirks at the pair before waving sarcastically then turning to walk away.

TJ Codair comes into view wearing his wrestling tights and a Metallica Kill Em All T-shirt. He is seen holding a sign, stating Public Service announcement as the crowd becomes unglued at the sight knowing what is coming.

TJ: "Hi kids, Uncle TJ here, today, I feel the need to bring up a very near and dear subject that is very close to my heart. The need for people to shut up in this business. They run there mouths constantly, I would think looking for people to shut them for em. There is one in particular that really needs to learn to shut up, I wont say the name but hash tag sorry, not sorry. The things that she says and does, truly, need to be reminded. I am talking with a big fat hot dog, sausage, taco, busted ravioli something in her mouth constantly so that she learns to keep it shut once in a god damn while."

TJ: "For the love of Jesus tap dancing bloody blue Christ Liz stop talking, its bad enough your the most talked about broad in this place, a coast to coast cover girl, but the reason your talked about is because everyone and I mean everyone wants to shut your mouth permanently. You should try a pink taco, may do ya some good."

Codair cracks his neck.

TJ: "Next on my to talk about list, there is a man in this company who runs around unglued on a constant basis saying things that he shouldn't be. Why, because he's big, he's bad, looks like an ogre, I'm sure smells like one, likes to be thrown around like a school girl, dresses up for those alternative night clubs from what I have been told, and lord knows what I hear is some freaky ass shit. I'm talking so freaky I don't even wanna say it. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTT I'm gonna do it anyway's. what I am talking about puts S and M clubs to shame, you know ya freaky little bastard. Christian Underwood would be ash....Christian Under Woo, DUDE WHAT THE FUCK."

Codair blinks for a moment, then just shrugs.

TJ: "Ya know, I just feel the need to move on from this topic because well I don't need rainbow coalition up my ass, alright bad way to put it. I don't need em knocking on my door, ah whatever that works knocking on my door waiving around drapes, I mean flags. Calling me a homophobic. I am not, I think all people should have the right to be married, slavery should be equal to all. Marriage is hell, trust me folks, been there a couple of times, got the scars to prove it too."

Codair chuckles for a moment, as he tosses the sign away.

TJ: "Shit, I don't even know what I'm talking about right now, I'm just kind of shooting from the hip on this one. I mean this whole I'm a wrestler, no your an entertainer, no bitch I'm a wrestler that entertains people thing is really beginning to fuck up my mental state. Who the fuck decided that people that get in the ring, cuts promos, is an entertainer. It sure as fuck wasn't me. I don't have a lot of class in this business, but I got a smidgen, and ya know what, soon as I am more aquatinted with the whole lot of the roster, its going to be open season Diss the Bitch sessions for all."

Codair hits the table in front of him and looks at the camera.

TJ: "Get in the sun, and stop looking like one of them Jersey Shore broads will ya. Orange hulk, shit man. Alright, I think I am done here, and I should probably go get ready cause if I don't do it now, I will never get it done. One more thing, before I stop here. To everyone in the Cheering section for Delia tonight, against Liz Smalls, you should all be ashamed of yourselves. I will be out there for the match also, so save me a seat will ya."

Scene fades out

The camera pans back to ringside. We spot a line of well built men and women in the front row. When their faces come up on the tron, the crowd begins cheering for them as they soak it in. Each of them is wearing Mean Girls t-shirts (found in the SCW Shop). The crowd begins chanting for the guest appearances sitting in pink seats that are labeled “Mean Girls Seating” in their typical font.

Simone: We have gotten some serious hype for the following match, to the point where many faces from other organizations have showed up to support… *gag*

Adams: Yes, it is rather shocking, isn’t it? Never before did I think that Delia Darling would ever have a cheering section…

Simone: We are seeing various talents ranging from Gabriel Asar and Ephriam Krupnick to Amy and Andromeda Sharpe.

Adams: Don’t forget about Jessica Robertson… I could never forget about someone as beautiful as her… Oh, or Kat Jones, or Deacon Wolfe… hey, Electra Blaze is there too! Can I just watch the cheering section instead? Hubba hubba!

Gabriel Asar quickly flashes a poster board with “Liz Smalls” written inside of a heart, smiling before quickly lowering it. Deacon and Jessica speak to one another about the match as Amy and Andromeda raise their fists, shouting various things about Liz Smalls. Ephriam simply looks as if he is just ready for the show to get going as he shrugs his shoulders in his Mean Girls tee like it isn’t a big deal. The Mean Girls are also seated here, talking amongst themselves and Electra Blaze who is next to TJ Codair. They all work the camera for a moment before stopping and simply watching on as Justin Decent steps inside of the ring. On the opposite side of the ring, Amy Marshall is seen with a bit of a scowl on her face as she holds up a sign that says “This isn’t wrestling!!!” When this appears on screen, the fans cheer even louder.

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a “Strike A Pose” Match! The opponents must hit a total of five predetermined poses and maneuvers before they can attempt a pinfall or submission! Introducing first, from San Francisco, California, standing at 5 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 115 pounds, she is the “Coast 2 Coast Covergirl”… LIIIIIIIIIIZZZZZ SMMMMMAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLSSS!!!

”Live For The Night” by Krewella plays as pink and purple spotlights show the entrance way. A giant magazine cover of Liz Smalls is the curtain for her entrance as she walks from behind it with the spotlights flashing on her. Paparazzi trail behind her taking pictures as she walks to the ring waving at the fans as they boo her. Two of the paparazzi men hop onto the ring apron and each grab one of Liz's arms as they lift her onto the apron and then hold the ropes for her to enter.

Justin Decent: Aaaand her opponent! Hailing from Paris, France by way or Miami Florida, standing at 5 feet 9 inches, and weighing in at 135 pounds, she is… DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELIAAAAAAAAA DARRRRRRRRRRLIIIIIING!!!

The crowd boos, aside from Delia’s cheering section who is booming out cheers from the top of their lungs, as “Amazing” by Hi Fashion plays over the speakers. The ring crew carries out Delia’s make shift runway, quickly fastening it to the ring apron as Liz rolls her eyes. As the music starts to pick up, a well tanned man with black, neatly spiked hair comes from behind the curtains holding a camera. He stands, ready to snap photos of Delia. As she comes out, the audience boos even louder for her. However, she doesn’t care. She is wearing a long, pink strapless dress that goes down to her feet. She is also wearing matching gloves that go just below her shoulders, with crystal bracelets adorning both arms, a la “Material Girl” Madonna. Her hair is pulled back into a bun that is tied into a bow in the back, with jewels pinning it together. She simply raises one arm into the air, striking a pose as Sebastien Beaumont snaps a picture of her. She lowers her arm to her face as if she is thinking as Sebastien snaps another one. She moves her arm forward, pointing directly at Liz as a third one is snapped. She immediately begins marching down the runway as Sebastien quickly stays in front of her, snapping photos of the many posed faces Delia makes.

Simone: This is definitely a match with a lot of backstory. If you aren’t “trendy” enough to follow Twitter…

Adams: Delia like totally called Liz out for calling people “Basic” because that’s “her word”, and Liz said “Nuh uh girlie, YOU are the Basic hashtag sorry not sorry” and Delia was all like “Hashtag Strike A Pose Bitch” and then they started talking about pasts, and it was totally on!

Simone: You are such a gossip, Jason…

As Delia comes to the ring, Sebastien steps inside, walking to the center near Liz Smalls. He pays her no mind as Delia leans against the ropes. She taunts Liz a little bit before stepping inside quickly. She comes up to the center near Sebastien as he snaps more photos of her. She reaches at the buckle of the belt seductively playing with it before she fully rips the belt and bottom off of her dress, revealing a one piece swimsuit with matching pink boots. Her cheering section goes crazy over this as she wraps the skirt around her back, shimmying toward her cameraman before tossing the skirt to her cheering section. Gabriel Asar grabs it and holds it up in victory as Ephriam tries to drag it away from him. Delia blows a kiss to her cheering section before crossing an arm over her other one, in a sign of disrespect to the rest of the audience. She starts to walk up to Liz angrily when referee Jacob Summers stops her, holding her back while holding Liz back as well. He orders them to separate corners to start things off as Sebastian steps out of the ring, taking a free corner as he fumbles with his camera, preparing it as Jacob comes to the center of the ring, calling for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent: The category is… FIREMAN’S CARRY REALNESS!!!

An image of a silhouette figure performing a Fireman’s Carry appears on the screen to show everyone what pose must be done. Delia immediately charges across the ring, but Liz has the same idea. They tie up in the center of the ring, their rage toward one another very apparent. They tangle their hands up in each other’s hair as they try to overcome one another. The crowd cheers for their animosity toward one another as they go back and forth. Delia gets the better of Liz and leans down, quickly hoisting her up onto her shoulders. She takes a few steps toward the nearest camera, ready to knock the first one off of her list. However, Liz slides off of her shoulders and yanks Delia by the hair. Delia immediately falls flat on the mat and Liz goes down for the pin. However, Jacob shakes his head and points to the cameras, letting her know that there is no pin attempts yet.

Simone: Not that it matters, but even if she could pin Delia, even I know Delia can’t be put down that easily.

Adams: It makes you wonder about the ladies in her last company… Oh wait, Liz hasn’t ever won a match… hashtag Liz Facts.

Delia thrusts her shoulder up anyway. Liz growls at Jacob and then wraps her hands in Delia’s hair once more. Delia holds onto her wig so not to let it come off, or pull on her real hair, standing up with Liz. Liz brings Delia over with a Snapmare that shocks everyone, reeling in boos from Delia’s cheering section. Liz waves them off as she hits a Dropkick to the back of Delia’s head. As Delia is stunned, Liz strikes an invalid pose, just because she can. She then reaches down and grabs onto Delia’s head, lifting her up from the mat. As she does, Delia punches her in the cut as hard as she can. Delia then wraps her arms around Liz and traps her in an Armbar hold. She brings her down to the mat and locks it in tightly. Liz begins tapping against the mat rapidly, but Jacob orders her to remove the hold. Delia shakes her head as Liz shouts out in pain. Jacob starts a count. 1! 2! 3! 4! LET GO! Delia finally lets go and stands up, pointing to Kat Jones in her cheering section with a thumbs up.

Simone: Had this been a regular match, and Delia didn’t let her ego get the better of her, she would have won. Hashtag Delia Facts…

Adams: Liz totally just tricked her into letting go of the hold because she’s smarter than Delia. Hashtag Liz Facts…

Simone: Hashtag, why am I keeping this going?

Delia parades around in front of her cheering section as the audience boos her. She raises her arms in the air as she walks back and forth, celebrating as if she had already won. This is when Liz comes up behind her and lifts her onto her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry! She walks over as the cameras start to snap pictures On the tron, the pictures start to show up with Delia on Liz’s shoulders as she hits a couple of poses while Delia is kicking!

Justin Decent: Liz has completed Fireman’s Carry Realness. Delia must strike the previous pose to continue. Next category is… VOGUE!!!

Adams: Did Liz just get the better of Delia, and with a wrestling move?

Simone: As disgusting as it is… yes…

Liz dumps Delia onto her back, planting her on the canvas. She places a foot on Delia’s chest in a pin-like pose as she starts to Vogue for the cameras. However, before they have a chance to flash, Delia trips Liz up, causing her to land with her neck across the middle rope. Delia stands over Liz for a moment before leaping over the ropes with a Guillotine Legdrop. As Liz holds onto her throat, Delia does an invalid pose for the cameras, just because. She climbs back inside of the ring, lifting Liz off of the mat by her hair. She lifts her up onto her shoulders, walking across the ring toward Sebastien as he snaps pictures of Delia, who lets out a roar through clinched teeth. She spins around with Liz on her shoulders, round and round as her image pops up on the screen. She finally drops Liz to the mat with a Samoan Drop. She gets up on one knee, breathing heavily as she frames her face for the cameras, and serving them face!

Justin Decent: Delia has hit both poses! Liz must strike the previous pose before she can continue. Next category is…TURNBUCKLE ATTACK!!!

Simone: And just like that, Delia is ahead. This match is, admittedly, not what I was expecting. It is a bit more physical than I thought it would be.

Adams: With the animosity we’ve seen between these two over the last two weeks, I’m surprised they are both still breathing, honestly!

Delia leaps up and comes crashing down with a legdrop across Liz’s chest. She picks Liz up and sends her over to the corner. She backs up against the opposing corner before she comes charging forward. At the last possible second, Liz drops out of the way and Delia goes crashing into the ring post! In the cheering section, Gabriel Asar lifts up his Liz sign as the crowd offers a chuckle. Liz gives him a thumbs up before she spins Delia around. She rakes at Delia’s eyes as Jacob scolds her for it.. She shrugs her shoulders and mouths “Sorry, not sorry…” before she attacks Delia with a series of hard slaps across the face. In between each slap, she frames her face in the Vogue poses, getting pictures snapped as she does so. In an attempt to repeat Delia’s two-for-one pose attempt, Liz backs up and charges toward Delia, but Delia moves, lifting Liz off of the ground, and allowing her to come crashing down face first onto the turnbuckle.

Simone: Well, we’re officially tied up with two poses hit by both ladies, and they seem to be focusing on the corner right now to hit their third.

Adams: I feel like I should be giving Twitter updates to everyone, but Erik Staggs took my phone away from me before the show. What will the Twitterverse do now?

Simone: I don’t know. Actually watch the show?

As Liz spins around, Delia catches her with a hard knee to the gut, nearly doubling her over. Delia points to the cameras to tell them to get ready. She takes a number of steps back, ready to charge as Liz sits in the corner. Delia comes flying at her, looking for a Bronco Buster, but Liz moves out of the way this time. Delia collides with the turnbuckle and Liz spins her around. She lifts Delia up onto the top ropes and looks for a Frankensteiner, but Delia shoves her off. Liz lands on her feet and Delia leaps off with a Cross Body. Liz moves out of the way as Delia crashes to the mat. Her cheering section boos at this, with one small cheer from Asar.

Simone: The crowd doesn’t fully know how to react. They don’t want to cheer for Delia, but they can’t get behind the spoiled brat known as Liz Smalls, either.

Adams: They are trending Liz on Twitter though, so she must be the fan favorite! Hashtag Liz Facts…

Liz picks Delia off of the mat, doing her best as a newcomer to prove herself. She flings her into the corner, but Delia reverses the Irish Whip. She quickly follows it up with an Avalanche to her smaller opponent. As Liz melts into the corner, Delia climbs to the second rope and signals to the cameras once more as she unleashes a fury of punches down on her. as her cheering section counts along, and the cameras snap pictures that appear up on the screen with each punch.

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Adams: That was loud enough for the entire audience! They sure do have spirit!

Simone: Or an extreme dislike for Liz Smalls… Hashtag Liz Facts.

Justin Decent: Delia has hit the pose! Liz must hit the last pose in order to continue… Category is… AUDREY HEPBURN REALNESS!!!

As Delia climbs down from Liz, she makes the mistake of turning her back on Liz for a second too long, trying to do a famous Audrey Hepburn pose with her hand under her chin and her head turned toward the cameras. However, before the cameras have their chance to snap pictures, Liz grabs her by the wig, yanking it completely off to reveal Delia’s natural brown hair underneath a sheer cap. Liz points and laughs as Delia becomes embarrassed. Liz uses the distraction to whip Delia over into the corner. As she does so, she follows her with a Running Back Elbow, grinding it into Delia’s face as the cameras snap pictures. They come up onto the screen to signify that she has completed the pose, all with a sweet smile on her face. She comes back and spins around, getting a few good Audrey poses in while she is at it. Delia flies out of the corner to knock Liz to the ground, however the photos appear on the screen, signifying that they’ve been hit!

Justin Decent: Liz has struck the pose! Delia must hit it in order to proceed. Final category… FIERCE FINISH!!!

Simone: If I understand correctly, they must hit their finisher before they can make the pin, or go for a submission.

Adams: Correction. Delia must hit an Audrey Hepburn pose and then a finisher. Liz is ahead right now, and this close to the finish of the photo shoot, it is a dangerous place for her to be against the newcomer!

Liz and Delia roll around on the ground, clawing and punching at each other in a good old fashioned cat fight. Delia goes to claw at Liz’s face, but Liz gasps in horror. She shouts out “BASIC!” before bringing her mouth to Delia’s nails, biting off the manicured tips as Delia screams at the action. Liz spits them in her face before Delia Headbutts her! The crowd goes wild for this display. Delia starts to get up, but Liz comes up with her. She is seeing stars from the Headbutt, however she is able to set Delia up for the Basic Breaker, a Front Russian Legsweep. The cameras get ready, but Delia jabs her in the side with a hard elbow. She hits another before tripping Liz up, bending her over her knee as she begins spanking Liz!

Delia Cheering Section: SPANK HER ASS! SPANK HER ASS! SPANK HER ASS! SPANK HER ASS!

Crowd: That’s not wrestling! *CLAP CLAP CLAP* That’s not wrestling *CLAP CLAP CLAP*

Delia gives her a few more paddles as Liz kicks and screams. She shoves her off of her knee and then turns toward the camera, hitting the infamous Audrey poses. She rips off the sheer cap she is wearing and lets her long brunette hair cascade down her back in a bit of a mess. She looks back to the screen to admire the photos before she yanks Liz up by her hair. She uses her hair to fling her over to the corner. She takes a few breaths before she crashes into Liz. She looks out to the audience, nodding her head as she tucks Liz’s head between her legs. She brings Liz up, ready for Le Bitch Bomb, but Liz tries to bring her over with a Hurricanrana. However, Delia grounds her weight, stopping it from happening. She bangs Liz against the turnbuckle, completing the maneuver as the cameras flash, sending pictures up to the screen.

Justin Decent: Delia has hit the final pose! She may now go for the pinfall or submission! Liz must land her finisher to continue!

Simone: It seems like a moot point since Delia is dragging Liz to the center of the ring…

Adams: Liz has come back from worse odds than this! Hashtag Liz Facts…

Delia arrogantly places her foot on top of Liz’s chest as Jacob Summers drops down for the count. The cameras flash as Delia poses elegantly for them.

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Justin Decent: Here is your winner... DEEEEEEEELIA DARRRRRLING!!!

”Amazing” blares over the speakers once more. Delia jumps up and down excitedly as she laughs at Liz. Delia quickly runs over to the ropes and exits the ring, not bothering to allow Jacob to raise her arm in victory. She stands up next to her cheering section and allows them the honor of raising her arm. She turns to Ephriam and winks, waiting for her promised grope of his backside. Meanwhile, inside of the ring, Liz is coming to realizing what just happened. She lets out a high pitched scream as she pounds the mat angrily, throwing a major tantrum.

Simone: She doesn’t know how to lose gracefully, I see? But, I wasn’t expecting either of them to do so given the nature of this match.

Adams: Aww sad face. Liz Smalls lost her debut to the Mean Girl, Delia Darling… Hashtag Liz Facts!

Simone: Do I really have to deal with this Liz Facts nonsense every time Liz Smalls wrestles?

Adams: Sorry not sorry…

A groan can be heard from Belinda as Liz storms her way to the back, shouting at Delia who simply blows her a kiss, waving to her as she goes.

A knock on the New Xtreme’s locker room gets the attention of Spike Staggs who heads towards it. Opening it he finds a young man popping gum as he is reading an invoice. Looking up, the young man holds out a box with a smirk. Spike takes it and is about to close the door when the kid stops him by saying there is a card and hands an envelope to Spike who snatches it then slams the door shut.

Looking down at the card, he sees Vixen’s name in writing that he doesn’t recognize. As he begins to crumple the paper, Vixen catches him and smiles.

Vixen: Secret admirer I should know about?

Although the tone of her voice is softly joking, the look on her face betrays the worry about it for only an instant. Spike looks questioningly at her before cracking a playful smirk to hide the distaste he is feeling over his fiancée receiving flowers

Spike: Funny, I don’t remember sending you flowers. I guess I did it in my sleep?

Vixen: They aren’t from you? Then who are they from?

Reaching for the crumpled paper, she straightens it as much as she can and pulls out the card. Reading it she rolls her eyes but chuckles.

Vixen: I can’t believe them, honestly. They are doing their best to make me feel confident. Devlin and Connor, you guys didn’t have to do this.

From their corner where they are playing poker, the two shrug and shake their heads in the negative. Surprised, Vixen moves to the door and opens it, heading toward the catering table to get some water, the flowers still in her hands. From the opposite direction, JJ Dixon approaches, his arms open wide and a cocky smile on his face.

JJ Dixon: There she is, MY beautiful champion! I see you finally got the flowers I sent you.

From inside of the locker room, Spike hears the boasting and walks out to find Vixen giving JJ a friendly hug. His face sours as JJ smirks in his direction. Spike walks over to the table and picks up the nearest piece of food, but seems uninterested in eating at the moment.

Spike: Well, that solves the mystery. And here I thought I was being sweet to my lady, even in my sleep… Did you have a reason for sending MY fiancée flowers, JJ?

JJ Dixon: Actually now that you mention it yes I do have a couple..

Keeping one arm around the shoulder of Vixen, JJ smirks as he admires the flowers in her hand then gives Spike an arrogant smirk.

JJ Dixon: First of all, she is MY ACW women’s champion. Secondly, she is a beautiful woman and thirdly, I figure someone needs to make her the center of attention.

Vixen can see people stopping to watch the building action and moves slightly between the two men.

Vixen: Ummm…now that you mention it, we are becoming the center of attention

Spike: Oh? I guess you think I’m not doing a good enough job of making my fiancée feel like she is important enough in my life?

JJ: No, I’m not saying that at all. But, that would explain why someone as hideous as Misty would dump you in the middle of a wedding ceremony…

Spike crumbles the sandwich slice that he has been holding onto, and he immediately grits his teeth. He lunges toward JJ until Vixen holds him back. She makes him look into her eyes, something that has always calmed him down before. It works as Spike calms down drastically.

Vixen: Spike, listen to me. JJ is just doing this to get a rise out of you and you are letting him. JJ knows that you make me an important part of your life, don’t you JJ. And I am sure he would tell you that right JJ?

Vixen sends a pleading glance to JJ as she tries to remain calm.

Vixen:So why don’t we get back into the locker room so I can prepare for tonight Spike?

Spike: Yeah… that… that sounds like a good idea, babe. We wouldn’t want you losing focus with such a big match coming up…

Vixen sighs a breath of relief as she pats Spike on the chest. She looks back to JJ with a smile as she starts to walk back toward the locker room. Spike smiles sweetly as he picks up another piece of the sandwich. He even offers a friendly chuckle as Vixen disappears from view. He looks back to JJ and his face turns darker and even more sour as he stares JJ down.

Spike: I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re playing at here, JJ… but I don’t play games. I create them. Do the smart thing for once, and just let this one go. You don’t want to see me get really pissed off…

JJ Dixon: Oh, no? I kind of think I do, Spikey…

Spike leans in closer to JJ as he takes a bite out of the sandwich while staring him dead in the eyes. He chews slowly, before swallowing in one gulp. A demented smile comes over his face as he is nearly nose to nose with JJ.

Spike: Trust me… you don’t…

Vixen leans out of the locker room with an intense look at Spike, her voice pitched low and edgy.

Vixen: Are you coming Spike? I need to strategize and focus like you said. Oh and thank you for the flowers JJ, they were nice.

The pair continue to smirk at each other as Spike walks backwards to the locker room. JJ waves at Vixen as the view heads back to ringside.

The cameras open up backstage following The Fire Pit, with Electra Blaze and Drake Green. Electra Blaze is walking down one of the halls, the expression on her face giving away that she's on a mission. Several people glare at her as she passes them, but she ignores their dirty looks and continues walking. That is, until she bumps right into the man she is, or was after...Rage.

Electra: Well...isn't this interesting. Hello Rage. Goodbye Rage.

Electra steps to the side and tries to walk past Rage, but Rage side-steps, getting right in front of her again. She folds her arms with a sigh and looks up at Rage, not at all intimidated.

Electra: Let me past, Rage. I've got nothing to say to you.

Rage shakes his head and with an evil laugh and matching evil smile, he refuses to move.

Rage: I find it real damn convenient that you have nothing to say all of a sudden. You sure had plenty to say the past few weeks.

Electra: And I find it rather **air quotes** convenient that you suddenly want to talk to me. Whatever it is that you want to talk to me about, I'm not interested. Now, run on back to Synn and your family. I've got somewhere else I need to be.

Rage again shakes his head and refuses to move. Electra taps her foot impatiently, growing more annoyed with him.

Electra: I'm serious, Rage. Get out of my way.

Rage: I don't think so, Electra. You and I are going to have a little chat whether you like it or not. I know you don't really want to be working against me with that douchebag, Codair.

Electra laughs and smirks at Rage. She takes a step back and her tension eases up a bit.

Electra: Oh really? And how do you know that, exactly? If I didn't want to be working with TJ, I wouldn't be. TJ is a friend. I'm just showing a little support.

Rage: You barely even know the guy! Seriously, Electra, just cut the crap. I think it's time we be civil for once and get this shit sorted out.

Electra leans back against the wall very casually. She whips her head to the side, causing her long flame red hair to fall over her shoulder and she locks her eyes with Rage.

Electra: You know, I really should have seen this coming. You had no interest in speaking to me or getting everything situated between us until it was convenient for you. Until you really needed to because I'll be standing in the opposite corner rooting against you. Go to hell, Rage.

Electra's eyes narrow with a fiery intensity that says she's quite serious. Rage takes a threatening step forward.

Rage: I thought you knew me so well, Electra. If you did, you'd know that I live in hell every damn day. It's why you think the two of us are so perfect for each other.

Electra: Maybe I used to think that, Rage, but not anymore. If we were perfect for each other, you wouldn't put up such a damn fight like you do. You wouldn't completely push me aside every chance you get for the Seven Deadly Sins. Though I must admit, the only one with any brains in that little group these days seems to be Gabriel.

Rage: I wouldn't try and get close to him if I were you. He's a happily married man and his wife might not take to kindly to you throwing yourself at him if you do.

Electra laughs and rolls her eyes.

Electra: Like I'm afraid of her? I'm not interested in Gabriel, Rage. I've got much....bigger...taste than that. You should know that. Now are we done here? I need to go find TJ...

Rage: Jesus, Electra...Just drop this shit with TJ would you?! Whatever plan you have in your head...it won't work. So you may as well just give it up.

Electra smiles a wicked smile then takes a couple steps forward. She places a gentle hand on Rage's chest, then pats it, looking up into his eyes.

Electra: Oh, Rage...Sweetie...It already is...

Electra giggles then steps past Rage and heads down the hall. Rage stands there for a moment then cracks all his knuckles and his neck, before a low growl comes from the pit of his stomach. He growls even louder before he heads in the opposite direction, presumably to go find Kittie and Synn.

Marisol was walking down the hall of the SCW venue looking around at doors. Her fiancée Sterling James was right behind her with a smirk on his face. Marisol found the door that she was looking for and she stopped in her tracks. Sterling stopped as well and placed a hand on her shoulder.

Sterling: “You ready?”

Marisol looked over her shoulder at her fiancée with a smirk on her face. Sterling just chuckled as Marisol proceeded to knock on the door to where the man behind the door could hear her. Marisol stood there and waited for about five to ten seconds until she heard what she wanted to hear.

“Come in!”

Marisol opened the door and walked in, Sterling following right behind her. The gentleman standing behind a small desk was none other than the boss, Mark Ward. Mark smiled as the couple took a seat across from him. Mark sat down in his chair and leaned back in his seat, smirking a bit at the couple.

Marisol: “Let me start by introducing myself. I am Marisol Hawkes and this is my fiancée and manager Sterling James. I am here for one reason and one reason only. Liz Smalls…”

HS: “I thought I gave you your match after Delia’s next week…”

Marisol just laughed at the statement the boss said. Mark looked at Marisol with a slight look of confusion on his face and then Marisol cleared her throat a little bit before she went back to speaking to the boss of it all.

Marisol: “Well I know that you have silly. I am looking forward to that. I just have a few minor issues I need to address. First off, the fact that Liz wants to wriggle out of my match….not going to happen. I want it stated that if she even attempts to try and get out of the match I get her paycheck for the next month and she gets suspended. If she quits, I would like her money from her contract as a bonus for getting rid of her off your roster.”

Mark perks up as Marisol talks. Sterling sits back in his chair and watches as Marisol handle her business with a firm but consistent tone in her voice. Marisol sat straight up and sat her hands across the desk.

Marisol: “I also want this match to be a weapons match. I know that on Twitter we may have made this arrangement, but I want to make it clear that there will be molasses, feathers, cuffs and a whip down at ring side. I am sick and tired of that bitch dragging up my abusive past on social media….so no matter what I am publicly humiliating her further.”

Mark nodded his head in understanding and then leaned forward in his chair. Marisol sat back in her seat and Sterling studied Mark’s small gestures before Mark spoke.

HS: “I will take your words under careful advisement Miss Hawkes. I will also see what I can do about putting your manager on the roster full time…but that may take a while and all.”

Marisol stood up and so did Sterling. Sterling held out his hand and Mark took it. Marisol smiled as the two men shook hands.

Marisol: “You don’t have to answer me right away on this, but I would like to know about things regarding my match before my match. I don’t want that blonde wench to squirm out of the match what so ever.”

Marisol shook Mark’s hand and smiled. The two let go and Mark motioned towards the door.

HS: “I will give it serious thought Marisol. Now I have more important things to attend to.”

The couple walked out of the office hand in hand. As the door closed, Marisol smirks at Sterling.

They turn their heads and see SCW's head reporter, miss Pussy Willow, hurrying towards them with a microphone in one hand, and holding her shimmering pink gown up from the floor with the other. Odette immediately sneers and steps in front of her husband, one hand being held out to block the reporter's path.

Odette: No, as a matter of fact you can NOT! I don't appreciate some trussed up hussy running up to MY husband like that, getting herself all excited! You need to give me one good reason why I shouldn't PERSONALY beat the hell right out of...

Gabriel: Easy babe!

Gabriel laughs, loving every moment of his wife's jealous tirade against the buxom blonde beauty. He steps out from behind Odette and drapes his arm around her shoulder, looking the reporter over and shaking his head in disdain.

Gabriel: It's not like you have anything to worry about with... this. And everybody knows how protective that candy ass Underwood is of these tarts. I don't want to see you suspended or whatever for causing their implants to pop.

PW frowns at the dig against her and her physical qualities, but Gabriel nods his head toward her.

Gabriel: What the hell do you want? O here and I have some celebrating to do for putting that blind fool out to pasture.

PW: Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about! I just wanted to offer my congratulations on that unbelievable performance! You shocked everybody by how well you competed against Damian Cruise blindfolded!

Gabriel frowns.

Gabriel: Why? I told everybody before that farce ever started that the man was nothing special. I proved the man was a waste of time and effort on my part, and nothing -- NOTHING -- excuses why the blind tools running this place would put me in there against such a waste of air! ANYBODY can bloody well do what he's oh so special for! ... Heya Despy.

Gabriel's teammate in the Seven Deadly Sins slides up from the side, smiling in pride at his 'big brother' while Gabriel continues on with his rant, pulling out the blindfold and waving it about.

Gabriel: Who was the first ever SCW Heavyweight Champion? I WAS! I'd still be the champion to this day, nearly three years later, if I hadn't dropped it to the biggest (beep) wad in the history of the business! Who reigned as the longest champion ever in SCW history with this guy here?

Gabriel claps a hand onto Despayre's shoulder, and Despy slips the blindfold from Gabriel's hand and looks at it.

Gabriel: I WAS! You can count on one hand the number of times you've seen my shoulders put to the mat and each and every damn time was a fluke and you know it! I deserve more! I deserve the world handed to me! I deserve...!

Despayre: Oh you need a new one of THESE!

Gabriel turns his head at the interruption, to see that Despayre is holding the blindfold against his eyes, looking around in every direction. Despy then pulls it away and frowns down at it, then holds it back to Gabriel.

Gabriel: What are you talking about Despy?

Despayre: It must be very old! You can see right through it!

A wide smile crosses Gabriel's face as he winks at Despayre and the scene cuts elsewhere

We cut backstage to see Electra pacing back and forth, worried and frazzled with the events of the past few weeks. Then, we hear a door open off screen, and Roxi Johnson walks in, and Electra stops pacing for a few seconds as she smiles and goes back to pacing.

Roxi: You’re going to wear a hole on the floor if you do that long enough.

Electra laughs for a second, but continues to pace.

Electra: I…I’m sorry, it’s just been a rough couple of weeks.

Roxi: I noticed. You doing alright?

Electra: No, I’ve got the Mean girls telling all these lies about me, and they’re making people think I’m the bad guy! Plus I’ve got a title defense tonight, and my life is just a mess right now.

Roxi: Well, I for one, believe you.

Electra stops pacing.

Electra: You do?

Roxi: Sure. Why wouldn’t I? You were always true with me. So, I’ll go to bat for you any time.

Electra: Well, at least one person is on my side.

Roxi: Always. And, if you ever need any help out there with the Mean Girls, I’m always ready.

Electra: Thanks Roxi.

Roxi: No problem. And good luck out there tonight.

Roxi embraces Electra and pats her on the back as she departs, leaving Electra with a smile on her face, as she shakes her head to re-focus on her preparation.

Scream by the Misfits hits over the pa, as we see Amy Marshall appear at the top of the ramp wearing a misfits t-shirt, jeans and converse hi-tops – showing that she wasn’t in action. Instead of heading down the ramp, Amy turns and Jessie Salco appears through the curtain and stands next to Amy.

Both give each other a respectful nod, before making their way down the ramp, the splitting and entering the ring on different sides, with Amy getting a mic before meeting in the centre of the ring as the music dies down.

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

Amy: “Tonight, we have Joanne Canelli facing off against Katherine Kensington and Electra Styles is defending her title against Vixen and many other great matches except for one so called wrestling match.

Jessie, who is holding her own mic, raises it to her lips as she shakes her head.

Jessie: “Thanks Amy but to be honest, I think calling this match a piss break is an insult to piss breaks!” Jessie says as she paces back and forth inside the ring. “Like Amy said, there are plenty of great Bombshells that SHOULD’VE been booked instead but what do we get instead? A brainless bitch who can’t win a match cleanly to save her life and her idiot opponent who spells like a twelve year old and I’m being generous about her spelling!”

Jessie says as she shakes her head.

Jessie: “But we didn’t just come out here to piss all over this so called match, if we wanted to do that we’d probably do it on Twitter instead! Amy, why don’t you tell them what’s going on?”

Raising the mic to her lip, Amy gave a small smile.

Jessie: “The second reason for being out here is because Jessie and I have a small announcement. So without hesitation, let me introduce to you, the newest deadliest tag team in Sin City Wrestling the Metal and Punk Connection – Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall.”

Wolves of War by Burn Halo hits over the p.a as Jessie and Amy raises their arms in unison.

Excitement is in the air as the camera showcases the six-sided ring atop the stage, where Justin Decent stands at the ready, alongside senior referee, Jasmine St. John.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Main Event of Climax Control! It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Championship!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Introducing the challenger! She herself a former two-time SCW Bombshell Champion! From Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing 128 pounds ... VIXEN!

The throbbing beat of Emphatic's 'Bounce' is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring. Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and back flips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade.

Adams: Is it just me or has Vixen been getting more aggressive lately?

Simone: It's not just you. Vixen's career lately hasn't been going the in the direction she'd prefer and she's been showing some frustration openly.

Adams: And associating with JJ Dixon of all people?

Simone: Well tonight she needs to get it together because she has the golden opportunity to tie Misty's record and three-peat atop the Bombshell roster.

The camera returns t the ring where Vixen waits in the corner.

Justin: Her opponent hails from Caledonia, Ontario, Canada, weighing 130 pounds, and she is the current reigning and defending Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion ... ELECTRA STYLES!

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

Simone: Electra has been doing quite well for herself, silencing any critics that believed her winning the Bombshell Championship so quickly was a fluke.

Adams: Or that she lucked out.

Simone: Right! She defeated Roxi Johnson for that very title in Cape Town, South Africa, then defended it by controversial means against Brandi Shotze. And now here in Phoenix, Arizona, she stands against one of the greatest female athletes in the sport today, and certainly her toughest challenge to date in Vixen.

Vixen watches as Jasmine takes the title belt from Electra, and the referee walks over toward her and shows it to her. Vixen just looks at it calmly, then turns her eyes to the champion as Jasmine holds the belt up high to all corners, showing what it's all about. The crowd cheers! Jasmine then passes the gold out to Justin, and the referee calls for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

At the sound of the opening bell, the crowd enthusiastically begins to clap and stomp as the champion and challenger alike circle around the perimeter of the six-sided ring. They pause dead center when Electra extends her hand in good sportsmanship. Vixen stares at it briefly, then looks up into the champion's eyes, and slowly she reaches forth and grasps her hand, pumping it.

Adams: Was it just me or was Vixen looking like she wasn't enthused about shaking Electra's hand?

Simone: I don't think it was just you. Vixen's been nothing short of focused one hundred percent towards regaining her status atop SCW and face or heel, she's ready to steamroll over whoever she has to.

The two Bombshells then begin to circle again briefly, before they lock up, collar and elbow, struggling and pushing ... trying to gain control over one another. Electra is the first one to gain control. The champion grabs Vixen by the wrist and twists her right arm viciously, pulling the challenger’s arm behind her back putting all the pressure on the limb. Vixen fights to get out of the position, constantly trying to elbow Electra in the head with her free arm but Electra wisely remains just out of reach, so that she retains the hold without risking being struck.

Simone: The champion is showing perhaps some surprising ring awareness in the early going of this championship match.

Finally Vixen opts to change tactics and she quickly bends at the waist and grabs Electra by one of her ankles and pulls her foot out from under her, dropping her to her back. Before she can even follow up, however, Electra plants her boot right on Vixen's derriere and shoves her off, sending the challenger flying over across the canvas, hitting face and chest first.

Adams: Oh her poor bosoms! Spike is going to have to give them a good massage!

Simone: That wasn't the most comfortable of landings, was it?

Electra is the first to her feet and she hurries over and grabs Vixen. Just as she is about to put her opponent in a side headlock, Vixen counters and she elbows her in the gut hard, knocking the wind out of the Bombshell Champion. Electra stumbles back, trying to catch her breath and Vixen takes the advantage and grabs Electra by the arm and she hurls her into the ropes. Vixen goes for a dropkick but Electra hangs onto the top rope and the challenger crashes on her tailbone in the first critical mistake in the match. The champion quickly grabs Vixen by her legs and somersaults over her into a bridging cover.

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Vixen gets her shoulder up!

Simone: No. No way. It's going to take quite a lot more to be able to dash the former two-time Bombshell Champion's dreams.

Electra immediately has Vixen in a side headlock but it doesn't stay on as the challenger breaks the hold, sending the champion off into the ropes. Electra comes off and the two collide in a double shoulder bock but neither woman budges. Vixen then takes her turn and dashes into the ropes, and for the second straight time the two Bombshells collide with neither moving. Vixen then doubles Electra over with a boot to the solarplexes and goes for an Irish whip but Electra counters with a reversal and sends Vixen into the ropes instead. Vixen comes off and Electra goes for a roundhouse kick with her long legs but the challenger ducks, rebounds, and comes off the far side of the ropes with a springboard flying cross body, taking her to the mat and hooking the leg!

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Electra kicks out!

Vixen jumps to her feet and dashes into the ropes and top speed, and as Electra starts to return to her feet, Vixen sails over her bent back with a sunset flip for the second straight pin attempt against the champion!

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Electra uses those legs of hers to kick Vixen in the sides of her head, breaking the cover!

Adams: Boy Vixen is working fast to try and put this one away, isn't she?

Simone: She obviously thinks more highly of the champion than others around here so she understands that Electra Styles is a threat. She wouldn't be the champion otherwise.

Both women work to regain their vertical base and Electra grabs at the challenger but Vixen sweeps her legs out from under her and she turns her over into a single leg crab.

Simone: Now she's going to try to force Electra to tap.

Adams: She's really pulling out all stops to walk out of Phoenix as the champion.

Electra is able to make it to the ropes, grabbing hold of the bottom rope as Jasmine warns Vixen to back up. Vixen lets go of the hold and backs up, although it is apparent that she doesn’t want to. Electra crawls into the corner keeping a hold of the rope as she takes several deep breaths, trying to get some energy back. It’s not long before Vixen is on the attack again. The challenger rushes in to take advantage of the weakened champion but Electra brings both feet up and uses her long legs to kick Vixen back down to the canvas!

Simone: The champion is still alive in there.

As the surprised Vixen starts to get back up, Electra runs over to her and jumps, bringing her leg down across the back of her head with a Fame-Asser, driving her face-first into the canvas!

Adams: OH!

Electra rolls Vixen over onto her back and hooks the leg!

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Vixen kicks out!

Simone: neither one of these young women is going to allow themselves to be defeated very easily.

Electra pulls her to her feet and Irish whips her into the ropes. The champion scoops her up on the rebound but Vixen manages to scissor her head and brings her over with a whirlybird head scissors. Electra staggers to her feet and Vixen runs up and springs onto her for a Hurricanarana attempt but Electra counters by simply dropping into a sit out powerbomb!

Adams: THAT sure brought Vixen's dreams crashing down!

Simone: Oh that pun was just bad!

Adams: Blame my writer.

Electra keeps Vixen down on her back with her feet on her shoulders in a pin!

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Vixen gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Close but not quite. Vixen is a fighter.

Adams: I think Electra thought she had her.

Electra is looking up at Jasmine with an imploring look, holding up three fingers but Jasmine shakes her head in the negative and holds up only two. Electra shakes her head and goes back to work on Vixen, pulling her to her feet and sending her hard into the corner. Electra gets a running start and jumps, slamming her body into Vixen's own with an Avalanche splash. Electra steps back and then kicks her long leg up and presses her boot under Vixen's chin, choking her.

Adams: Oo! The champ is starting to play rough!

Simone: She wants to retain her title but she has to be careful because Vixen is probably willing to do the exact same thing in order to wrest the belt away from her.

Jasmine issues her count, ordering Electra to stop choking her challenger...

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And finally Electra breaks before she ends up on the wrong side of a disqualification. Electra then picks Vixen up around the knees and sets her up on the top turnbuckle. Electra then starts to climb up as well, perhaps intending for a superplex. Vixen is not waiting to find out as she throws a hay maker at the champ, driving her fist into the side of Electra's head. Electra staggers but she fights back, slapping Vixen hard across the face. The two Bombshells then grab huge handfuls of each others tresses at the top of the corner!

Adams: Cat fight on the top turnbuckle! Whoo hoo!

Simone: They need to be careful! If they fall from that height...!

Vixen finally breaks Electra's grip on her hair and uses her own grip to drive Electra's head into the corner that they're on! Vixen then jumps up and over her with a top rope sunset flip, bringing the champion off of her perch in a sunset powerbomb maneuver that brings the fans to their feet!

Simone: Vixen just paid Electra back for that powerbomb from earlier!

Vixen with the cover!

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3 - No! Kick out!

Adams: I thought she had her! I thought we had a new champion!

Simone: So did Vixen!

Indeed as Vixen looks pleadingly towards Jasmine who holds up only the two fingers. Vixen slams her hands down into the mat and goes back to work against the champ! Vixen drags her to her feet and goes for an Irish whip but Electra reverses it! Electra swings for a clothesline but Vixen ducks under the blow, rebounds off the far side and connects with a handspring dropkick to Electra's sternum that sends her to the mat!

Simone: I don't think I've ever seen a move quite like that before!

Vixen signals to the crowd and they cheer as she pulls Electra up into a front facelock, perhaps going for a DDT, when from out of nowhere Electra reverses the maneuver into a Northern Lights suplex and bridge!

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Vixen gets her shoulder up!

Electra gets to her feet, tired and hurt much like her challenger, and pulls Vixen up along with her. Electra sends her into the ropes but they both have the same idea and each connects with a clothesline that fells the other! The crowd falls into a stunned hush as Jasmine checks on both and then starts her count.

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Electra is the first to her feet and she Irish whips Vixen into the corner. Vixen runs up the turnbuckles and leaps back for a flying bodypress but the momentum carries them both into a roll with Electra on top and she hooks the leg!

1.....
2.....
3 - KICK OUT!

Adams: So close!

Electra quickly follows up, pulling Vixen to her feet. She brings a boot up into the challenger's stomach, doubling her over. Electra then Irish whips her into the far corner and charges in for a back senton in the corner, but Vixen sees it coming and she hops up onto the turnbuckle, causing Styles's back to strike the corner hard. Vixen then grabs her under the arms and somersaults over her head, flipping Electra over along with her! Vixen uses her legs to pin Electra's shoulders to the mat and she hooks both of her legs under her arm, holding her tight!

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

Vixen cries out in joy as the bell rings!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Adams: She did it! She got her!

Simone: I don't know what the hell kind of pin that was because I've never seen it before, but it worked! Vixen is the new Bombshell Champion!

The fans cheer as Jasmine passes her the belt and raises her arm in victory!

Justin: Here is your winner, and NEW Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion... VIXEN!!!

The fans are cheering as a disappointed Electra returns to her feet, but she finds it in herself to smile and clap her hands for the victor. Electra then turns and exits the ring to make her way up the aisle, allowing the new champion to bask in her new glory!

Simone: Vixen has officially tied Misty's record in becoming a three-time Bombshell Champion! And she...

Adams: Hold it! Look out!

As Vixen is standing on the second turnbuckle, holding the belt up high, Odette Stevens invades the ring! She runs up from behind and grabs Vixen by the back of her tights and jerks her off the turnbuckle, causing her to fall heavily and hit her head and back!

Simone: What the hell is going on!? Why is Odette out here!?

Odette grabs the title belt and she starts whipping it down across Vixen's body, over and over! Jasmine makes to intervene but Odette rears the belt back, as if to strike her as well!

Adams: Careful Odette! You don't want to go there!

Odette then starts kicking at the downed Vixen when jasmine makes her move to stop this and Odette swings the belt...!

Adams: She did it! Oh my god she just struck Jasmine with the belt!

Simone: Oh hell no! That is an automatic fine right there and god knows what else!

The official goes down like she was shot, from the belt cracking her head! Odette then throws the belt to the canvas and grabs two handfuls of Vixen's hair and uses it to forcibly peel her limp form up off of the canvas! Odette then hooks her into a front facelock and falls back...

Adams: DDT onto the belt! Oh Jesus no!

Odette sits up, a sinister smile on her otherwise lovely face while the crowd rains boos and hatred down in her direction! She then stands up and poses, basking in further boos as she delivers a kick to Vixen's ribs, knocking her over onto her back.

Simone: Christ! She's busted open! Odette has busted Vixen open!

Indeed a huge gash has been opened on Vixen's forehead and blood is pouring down into her eyes and face, marring her lovely features! Seeing this, Odette simply laughs and reaches down and picks up the SCW Bombshell title belt.

Simone: What is she doing now? That doesn't belong to her!

Adams: It's Vixen's! She won it! She's the champion!

All of this is lost on Odette, however, and she exits the ring and drops to the floor. She holds the belt up high with a smile on her face while the fans jeer her viciously! Odette then slings the title belt over her shoulder and starts to head up the aisle!

Adams: She's stealing it! Odette is stealing the Bombshell title belt!

Odette pauses one last time atop the stage and slaps her ass, telling the booing fans to 'kiss it' before vanishing backstage!

Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Marisol, Lord MK, Casey, Roxi, Electra, TJ, Simon Jones, Sean Jackson, Horace Jackson, Vixen, Marge, Mercedes Vargas. Also again to Vixen for the great match banners and to all you great RPers that keep us going.