Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Celebrity Theater in Tempe, Arizona. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

A spotlight then begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.

He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;

Crowd: "SCW!"

Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at all of the fans filling the rows of seats around the gymnasium itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Celebrity Theater right here in Tempe, Arizona and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The music with the country twang starts playing over the gymnasium's speakers and the crowd cheers as Amanda walks out in her own 'cowgirl' outfit consisting of a tanned vest over a red and white polka dot blouse, a tanned skirt with rope wound at the waist, bandana around her neck, cowgirl hat and matching boots. She walks right out into the center of the spotlight and the performance begins!

Amanda: Got in this morning at four a.m.
And you're as mad as you can be
Well, I was drinkin' and talkin' and you know how that goes
Time just slipped away from me
By the time I knew what time it was
It was too late to call home.
Stop carrying on acting like a child
I wasn't doin' anything wrong.

Guys do it all the time
And you expect us to understand.
When the shoe's on the other foot,
You know that's when it hits the fan
Get over it honey, life's a two-way street,
Or you won't be a man of mine
So, I had some beers with the girls last night
Guys do it all the time .

I know I left my clothes all over the place
And I took your twenty bucks
No, I didn't get the front yard cut
'Cause I had to wash my truck
Will you bring me a cold one, baby
And turn on the T.V.
We'll talk about this later
There's a ball game I wanna see

You look like you just took a long look in the mirror.
Tell me, baby, if things don't look a whole lot clearer. Ooh.....
Get over it, honey, life's a two-way street,
Or you won't be a man of mine
So I had some beers with the girls last night,
Guys do it all the time
Yeah, guys do it, yeah guys do it, all the time all the time
Yeah, guys do it, yeah, guys do it
All the time.

The crowd in the seats cheers and applauds as Amanda takes a bow and skips around, blowing kisses until she vanishes back into the stands and out of the spotlight.

Simone: And here we are for another edition of Climax Control! The last one before Into The Void III takes place at the Gold Coast Casino! I’m Belinda Simone…

Adams: And I’m Jason Adams. Do we ever have an action packed show ahead of us tonight?!

Simone: Have we ever! As a matter of fact, let’s get on with the line up! First up, we see two hungry stars just waiting to prove themselves here in SCW

Adams: TJ Codair suffered some big injuries in another promotion, but he is still here tonight and ready to take on the mysterious Chris Crimson! Will Codair’s injuries prove to be too much for the 19 year veteran to handle?

Simone: We’ll have to see, Jason! Next up, we see “Daddy’s Little Girl” Katherine Kensington take on one half of Azz N Class, Torielle Jackson!

Adams: Will it be Katie’s lucky break tonight, or will we see Torielle “One Two Step”? Either way, both ladies have a lot to prove tonight!

Simone: We are told that Erik Staggs will be on hand to give us an update on the condition of Christian Underwood.

Adams: I do hope that he is in much better shape than he was when we last saw him!

Simone: So do I… After that, we will be seeing more Mixed Tag Team Action as Simon Jones teams up with Roxi Johnson as one of his requests, to face the unlikely combination of Jericho Hill and Zuri Justice!

Adams: We’ve got two former champions teaming up to take on a mercenary and the anti-hero. This has blockbuster written all over it!

Simone: Next on the list of stellar matches for the night, we see one half of the Tag Team Champions taking on one half of the challenging team!

Adams: Lucian Frost hopes to prove his dominance inside of the ring tonight as he takes on the brick house known as Big B! Will B upset, or will Frost give us a possible glimpse of what is to come at Into The Void III? … I know, we’ll have to wait and see…

Simone: More Into The Void matches will be announced, before we get to see Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall team up against Marisol Hawkes and Tiami Tyler!

Adams: Metal and Punk Connection takes on the Icy… Hawkes Connection! Name pending… But, this one guarantees the winner a shot at Mercedes Vargas and Traci Patterson for the Bombshell Tag Team Championships at Into The Void III!

Simone: As if we couldn’t get any more heated tonight, we get to see a good old fashioned grudge match between Equinox and Rage!

Adams: Last week, Equinox challenged Rage to a match after he Chokeslammed the Roulette Champion right after their tag team tables match. There is a lot of heat here, but who will come out the winner?

Simone: And last, but certainly not least! We get to see Drake Green and Sean Jackson duke it out for the Number One Contendership to the SCW Heavyweight Championship!

Adams: Not only that, but we will be joined by Heavyweight Champion, Gene Banton Junior himself! This one couldn’t possibly get any more insane than it already sounds!

Simone: Or could it? Sean Jackson and Drake Green have enough heat between them that this could become explosive

Adams: It will, no doubt. But these fans expect that from us. Now, without further adieu, let’s get this show rollllllllllling!!!

The scene opens up at ringside at the Celebrity Theatre in Tempe, Arizona also known as the site of this week’s Climax Control where the camera pans around the excited crowd before cutting to Belinda Simone and Jason Adams.

Simone: We have a great night of action ahead of us and we’re kicking things off with a one on one match between TJ Cordair and Chris Crimson in mere moments.

Adams: Both men have impressed since they made their debuts so this should be a great match!

"Dangerous" by Within Temptation and Howard Jones hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out looking like he means business.

Simone: Speaking of TJ here’s one of the men who TJ attacked in his debut match “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone.

Adams: Steve hasn’t been in action since that match and the last time we heard him talk on TV was when he appeared in Jessie Salco’s promo earlier this week.

Steve rolls into the ring and takes the mic from Justin Decent who leaves the ring to let Steve have his say.

Steve: Is this thing on?

Steve asks and the crowd gives him a big pop in response.

Steve: I guess that confirms it, and I need you guys to confirm something for me, TEMPE, ARIZONA, ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO CLIMAX CONTROL TONIGHT?!

Steve points the mic to the crowd and they give a bigger pop in response.

Steve: Good, because I’m not!

Steve adds and the crowd boos.

Steve: A few weeks ago at Chaos in Cape Town I gave the fight of my life against Gabriel who only beat me because his wife was there to help him and what have I done since then? Got beat by Andrew Garcia in a match that I should’ve won, got my ass kicked by some damn new guy called TJ who happens to be competing in a few minutes and that’s about it!

Steve says as he started pacing.

Steve: And I’ve had it with taking shit from an orange moron who doesn’t know what the fuck he’s talking about and a bunch of demented idiots who listen to a fucking teddy bear about my lack of success in SCW so you know what? I’m laying down two challenges.

Simone: Two challenges?

Adams: This should be good.

Steve: The first challenge is simple, an open challenge to anyone on the SCW roster who isn’t already booked in a match for Into the Void III to face me at that Supercard! The second challenge is a bit more direct! I’m challenging the winner of the Roulette Title Match at Into the Void III to face me at the following Climax Control and put their title on the line!

Simone: Steve’s not wasting any time, is he?

Adams: Nope!

The crowd pops in response and Steve smirks.

Steve: I’ll be waiting backstage boys, first come first serve!

“Dangerous” begins to play again and Steve leaves the ring after dropping the mic before heading backstage.

Simone: There you have it! Steve has laid down not one but two challenges.

Adams: But who’ll accept the first challenge?

The scene opens up as TJ Codair is seen with his girlfriend Deacon Wolfe in the back. He walks away from her for a moment as she looks through her pocketbook for something. Rage comes up behind her. He crosses his arms and looks at her as she turns around as Rage grabs her by the neck and pushes her up against the wall.

Rage: Tell your boyfriend from me.

He gets a hold of her blonde hair and smells it eerily.

Rage: I’m going to enjoy ripping his world apart.

He pushes her harder against the wall, he hears something behind him and quickly turns around to an uppercut from TJ Codair. He stumbles back releasing Deacon as she quickly runs behind TJ. Codair glares at him. Both of his fists clenched, his ribs are still heavily taped as Deacon grabs him by the arm.

Deacon: TJ, you got a match in a few minutes.

Rage: Get him to run along, like a scared little punk.

TJ in a low raspy voice speaks.

TJ: Rage, ya like picking on people smaller then ya, ya like to start fights with people that are afraid, well ‘Im smaller then ya, PICK A FIGHT WITH ME.

Codair violently begins to shake as he is getting ready to attack, as a bunch of security guards and referees immediately come into view of the camera and separates the two.

SCW cameras caught up with Horace Jackson as he meets with his lawyer.

Horace Jackson: Well Tony, what do you think? Can I get my suspension overturned?

Tony Childress: Before I can get the paperwork started, I still need to meet with Erik Staggs to get a glimpse at the #1 Contender contract that you earned. Until I get the necessary paperwork, I advise that you stay away from the SCW for now.

Horace Jackson: Come on, Mark Ward is going to get what he wants and I can not allow that. Is there anything you can do?

Tony Childress: I know what Mark Ward did was wrong but there really isn't anything I can do til I meet with Staggs. Promise me that you will not appear at any more events. I don't need to bail you out of jail.

Horace Jackson: I can't promise that Tony. You know The Empire can't be stopped.

Tony Childress: Horace, if you keep showing up eventually Mark Ward is going to fire you. That is only way The Empire can be stopped. I am sorry. There really isn't anything I can do at the moment. I do know that you should get a title shot no matter if Mark Ward denies it or not. Now, can you let me do some work?

Horace nods and walks out of his lawyers' office. The moment he closes the door, he motions for the camera crew to come closer.

Horace Jackson: Sin City Wrestling, this is Horace Jackson appealing to the SCW Universe. If you all lift your voices and keep asking for The Empire. Eventually Mark Ward, will get tired of me taking up his precious television time and give me my job back. Remember, The Force is strong but The Empire is stronger.

He tells the camera crew to get that tape to the producers of Climax Control. Horace then walks out of sight.

Simone: It's time for the first match of the evening folks, and I have a feeling this is going to be one hell of a match!

Adams: I feel bad for TJ though. Poor guy is walking into this match at less than one-hundred percent.

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman our first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

"Whats yours is mine and whats mine is mine too. If you shake my hand better count your fingers."

The pre chorus for Dread and The Fugitive Mind kicks on the loudspeakers as TJ Codair steps out from the back, his ribs noticably taped. He walks down the entrance ramp, the fans are chanting Codair's name, as he makes it down to ringside.

Justin Decent: Weighing in at two hundred forty five pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts...TJ CODAIR!!!

Simone: I've heard TJ is a fighter, but I'm not too sure this is a smart move. That fall he took a little over a week ago could have killed him.

Adams: Yeah, and now he can't even talk! Chris Crimson has a big advantage in this one.

"What if I do get caught? What if there is no judgment?"

Codair enters the ring through the second rope, holding his ribs.

"If Im right I loose nothing, if youre right I loose it all."

Codair walks over to the turnbuckles standing in the corner.

Simone: There was a slight altercation with Rage backstage just a little while ago, also. I have to wonder if that may have aggravated his injuries any.

Adams: I don't think it did. I think it just pissed TJ off.

"I ought to get caught because Im doing something wicked"

Codair leans on the top turnbuckle, he cracks his neck and rubs his hands together.

"Im guilty haunted by my fear and the only consequences are dread and the fugitive mind."

The music stops as Codair loosens up his arms as he focuses on the back, waiting for his opponent to enter.

Justin Decent: And introducing his opponent...

The faint sounds of My Darkest Days slams the speakers as the crowd rises to their feet, with only a few jeers generating from the back of the building. The entire ring turns red, with smoke filling up the black curtains to the delight of the fans.

Justin Decent: Weighing in at two hundred twenty night pounds from Virginia Beach, Virgina....CHRIS CRIMSON!!

The subtle white strobe light flashed over the concrete aisle, as the black boots of Chris Crimson stepped out through the smoke, the visuals hiding the figure of Chris Crimson. The smoke would instantly be engulfed with the color red, while it poured out from the curtains.

Adams: Is it just me or does this guy seriously creep you out?

Simone: Everyone creeps you out, Jason. As for me, I've yet to form an opinion on him. We'll see if he can be successful in his debut here.

With a brief pause, the black outline of Crimson was seen from the small light show on the entrance aisle. One boot tapped against the concrete in unison with the catchy entrance music, just before the man broke through the smoke to show his face to the hail of boos that rained down. Chris Crimson kept a relaxed expression on his face, as water dripped from his long locks of hair. With a steady approach to the ring, Crimson made his way onto the apron by climbing up using the ropes for leverage. Quickly turning around to embrace the fans who seemed to dislike him, Crimson almost showed a tiny flash of a grin. Stepping through the ropes, Your Favorite Shade of Red would make no movements to taunt or acknowledge the audience whatsoever. He studies Codair, taking a particular interest in Codair's heavily taped ribs.

Simone: Chris definately appears to be formulating a plan in his mind. I certainly hope TJ is able to protect his ribs, and his throat, at all costs.

Adams: I don't think that's going to be possible. Sooner or later, Chris is going to use both those injuries to his advantage.

TJ steps away from the corner as Crimson's music finally dies down, heading towards Chris as Drew Patton finally calls for the bell.


Codair and Crimson immediately lock up, each trying to take the early advantage. Crimson gets the upperhand, twisting Codair's arm around. Codair winces, feeling the pain shoot down into his ribs and Crimson delivers a hard boot to the side, already taking advantage of Codair's injured ribs.

Adams: What did I tell ya? Crimson's a smart bloke. He knows what he's doing.

Simone: And this might not be good for TJ, unfortunately.

Crimson backs Codair against the ropes, then whips him across the ring. He goes for the clothesline when Codair rebounds back, but Codair ducks it, quickly taking Crimson down with a drop toe hold. Codair immediately attempts to lock in the machinehead, trying to go for the early win, but Crimson quickly fights his way to the ropes, grabbing a hold of the bottom rope and Drew orders TJ to back away.

Simone: I don't think it's going to be that easy. He almost had it locked on, but he needs to wear Crimson down a bit before he attempts that next.

As TJ goes to back away, obeying Drew's orders, Crimson rolls onto his back then kicks Codair hard in his knee. Codair loses his footing and falls to his knees and Crimson springs back to his feet, heading right towards Codair. He grabs Codair's head, pulling him back to his feet and he goes to lock in a side headlock, but Codair quickly starts delivering several elbows to Crimson's side, fighting his best out of the situation. It works for a moment until Crimson quickly gets behind Codair and delivers a beautiful Dragon Suplex!

Simone: Nice move by Crimson! And he's going for the pin!

Crimson hooks Codair's leg and Drew Patton drops down for the count!


2..No! Codair gets his shoulder up!

Adams: And TJ saved himself there. Not that he'd let himself be pinned after a Dragon Suplex, but stranger things have happened.

Crimson kneels over Codair, wrapping his hand around Codair's throat and presses down hair, cutting off his air supply and aggravating Codair's injured layrnx! Codair kicks and fights, trying to break free, in an obvious amount of pain as Drew orders Crimson to break the hold, but Crimson ignores him and Drew is forced to start his mandatory count.

1...2...3...4...Crimson quickly gets to his feet, breaking the hold before the count of five. Drew warns Crimson not to try that again, but Crimson just has a smug look on his face as Codair holds his throat, gasping for air.

Simone: This is just horrible. TJ is hurting bad and Chris doesn't even care.

Adams: He's not supposed to, Belinda. He's doing what anyone else would do, and besides. TJ went into this match against doctor's orders. He knew the risks.

Crimson stalks Codair for a moment as Codair takes a couple big breaths. Crimson bends down, going to pull Codair back to his feet but Codair just blasts Crimson right in the face with a hard right fist! Crimson stumbles back as Codair scoots over to the ropes, pulling himself back to his feet as the crowd cheers him on!

Adams: But he's not out of this one yet. He's hurting, yes, but he's gonna fight like hell!

Crimson holds his face and shakes away the stars as Codair glares over at him, still coughing a bit. He fights through the pain, though and charges at Crimson, and delivers a high knee to the face, sending Crimson stumbling back even further. Codair backs Crimson into one of the corners where he delivers an elbow to the face a shoulder to the midsection, trying to wear him down.

Simone: Gotta give credit to TJ. He won't let anyone tell him what he can and can not do.

Codair grabs Crimson by his head, but Crimson manages to shove Codair away, giving him enough time to get away from the corner. He charges at Codair, but Codair manages to quickly wrap his arms around Crimson's waist, delivering a belly-to-back suplex and the crowd cheers him on!

Simone: My God! I think that may have hurt TJ also. Great manuever but I think TJ's ribs are paying the price!

Adams: Well look on the bright side...

Simone: Bright side? What bright side?!

Adams: At least TJ has a smoking hot girlfriend to take care of him...

You can almost hear Belinda rolling her eyes at that comment, and back in the ring, TJ is on his side, holding his ribs. He can't even make a sound, as it would only hurt his throat and Drew Patton checks on him. TJ insists he's fine, but his actions tell a different story. Meanwhile, Crimson has gotten back to his feet, trying to steady himself. He glares at Codair before he heads over to him, pulling him to a seated position by his head. Crimson gets to his knees then locks in a sleeper hold to Codair, making it a point to increase the pressure on Codair's throat.

Simone: And again Crimson focuses on TJ's throat injury. I don't know how much more TJ can take.

Adams: He's going to be paying for this tomorrow that's for sure! I'd hate to feel the pain he's in right now!

TJ fights for as long as he can, but the longer his air supply is cut off and the more the pain increases, he starts fading quickly. Drew Patton continues to check on him and when it appears as though TJ is out for the count, he lifts his hand in the air and let's go.


Simone: This doesn't look good for TJ.

Adams: I think he's done...I think he's out.

Drew lifts TJ's arm again, then lets it go. It drops down once again.


Crimson smiles wickedly, confident he's got this match won and in the bag. He yells at Drew to lift Codair's arm again, and Drew grabs a hold of TJ's arm one last time. The crowd goes wild and starts chanting TJ's name, trying to snap him back.

Crowd: TJ! TJ! TJ!

Simone: The crowd is furiously trying to get TJ's attention but I'm not sure it's going to work. He's not even moving.

Drew let's go of TJ's arm for the final time but before it drops down, TJ stops and quickly lifts it, fighting back with everything he's got left in him. The crowd roars as he continues to fight back and Crimson begins shaking his head in disbelief! Codair starts manuevering his way back to his feet, with Crimson still holding tight, but Codair refuses to give up!

Adams: I can't believe this! I thought for sure Codair was out! He can barely even breathe!

Simone: He obviously heard the crowd cheering him on and it brought him back. I've got a hell of a lot of respect for TJ for that.

Once both men are back to their feet TJ starts elbowing Crimson in his side, trying to get him to break the sleeper hold. It takes a few times but Crimson's grasp finally breaks and TJ is able to get away. He launches himself against the ropes but when he rebounds back, Crimson knocks him down with a stiff shoulder block. Crimson then launches himself against the ropes and when he rebounds back he drops down, with a knee to Codair's throat and Codair flails around, holding his throat again and Crimson gets back to his feet.

Simone: Good lord! If this doesn't stop soon, Codair may never be able to speak again.

Adams: Something tells me TJ won't give up that easily. He's fought through the pain this long, I think he can keep going.

Just as Crimson is about to get back to his assault on Codair, the crowd erupts in a mixed reaction and looks towards the ramp. Rage is making his way down the ramp, steel chair in hand, eyes locked on the vulnerable TJ Codair, with a malicious smile on his face. Chris Crimson turns and stares at Rage, having no clue why he's here.

Simone: Uh oh...This can NOT be good.

Adams: Nope. Rage plus a steel chair equals pain...

Drew Patton heads over to the ropes as Rage stands on the outside, warning Rage not to get involved, but Rage doesn't even look like he can hear him. Crimson glares at him cautiously until Rage slides in under the bottom rope, still keeping a hold of the chair. He doesn't even look at Crimson, focusing directly on TJ, who is now sitting in the corner, trying to catch his breath. Codair is glaring at Rage, almost daring him to do something.

Adams: If I were TJ, I'd get the hell out of that ring...

Simone: He won't. He won't back down, but I don't think Chris Crimson is very happy about Rage being out here.

Drew Patton is blocking Rage, trying to stop him from going after TJ, and when Crimson gets involved and tries to stop the big man, Rage spins around, bringing the steel chair crashing right over his skull and Drew is forced to call for the bell!


Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman your winner via disaqualification...CHRIS CRIMSON!!

Simone: What the hell?! Rage just cost TJ the match!

Adams: And I think TJ is about to do something about it.

Rage is too busy staring down at Chris Crimson, now knocked out, that he doesn't notice TJ has gotten back to his feet. TJ lunches across the ring at Rage and elbows Rage in the back of the head and that catches the big man's attention. Rage spins around, grabs TJ by the throat and throws him across the ring hard enough where TJ falls through the ropes and to the outside of the ring!

Simone: For the love of God...Is someone going to do something about these two?

Adams: Normally Christian is the one to stop this stuff before it gets too far, but given that situation...Well, I think Mark Ward is going to let them beat the crap out of each other.

Rage exits the ring as Drew Patton checks on Chris Crimson. Rage stalks over to TJ, but when the big man bends down to pull him up, TJ nails him in the gut with a sledgehammer from under the ring! Rage doubles over and falls to his knees and TJ hits him again with a vicious look in his eyes! The crowd is going crazy as the brawl ensues and when TJ goes to hit Rage a third time, Rage catches the sledgehammer and yanks it out of TJ's hands, tossing it behind him!

Simone: Can we get security out here already?!

As Rage is now feeling the effects of the two sledgehammer shots to the gut, he's slow to attempt to get back to his feet. TJ doesn't let that happen though, as he nails Rage in the head with a vicious kick, trying further to take the big man down. Rage shakes his head, seeing stars, before a burst of energy sends him lunging at TJ, spearing him right through the barricade and into the crowd! People in the front row jump out of their seats as Rage and TJ begin beating the crap out of each other right there! Security officers charge their way down the ramp and over to the situation as Rage and TJ begin fighting their way through the crowd, hitting each other with whatever they can find and the crowd is loving every minute of it!

Adams: This is insane...Are they even going to be able to separate them?!

Simone: They damn sure better! These guys are holding up the show.

The security officers fight to get the two apart and get the situation under control but once they pull Rage away from TJ, TJ lunges back at him and vice versa.

Simone: I think we better take a break and while they try and get this under control.

Adams: Hopefully they can...

We find our way backstage to see Erik Staggs walking down the hallway. The fans cheer him as he strolls along, as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He smiles as he approaches a door, leaning in to knock on it. As we pan around, we see the name ”Hot Stuff” Mark Ward printed on it. Erik waits for a moment before Mark finally shouts from inside.

HS: Come in!

Erik wastes no time opening up the door and stepping inside. He is surprised to see Angelica standing behind Mark, rubbing his shoulders. She stares at Erik as if he were intruding upon something more than what it actually is. Erik takes note of this and then looks right at Mark, who seems to be waiting for some sort of explanation.

Erik: Yeah, sorry to interrupt… But, I have been meaning to speak to you about something. It slipped my mind with everything going on with Christian and what not…

Angelica: Such a travesty, right Marky?

HS: Yes, terrible. I heard that he…

Erik coughs, cutting Mark off by accident. Angelica digs her nails in just a little bit as she sighs, wishing Erik would leave. Erik picks up on this and clears his throat before continuing.

Erik: Yeah… Well, I have been meaning to speak to you about this Horace Jackson situation. It really seems to have gotten out of hand and all, don’t you think?

Mark seems to look relieved by Erik saying this. He bangs his fist on the desk lightly as he looks back up to Erik.

HS: Yeah, he’s got a bug up his arse about being at every show lately. He thinks if he don’t wear a mask that he isn’t banned? Get the hint me pal… ya aren’t wanted here! I’m so glad that we agree on that.

Erik winces a bit and makes a soft, drawn out groan that suggests he means something else. Mark gives him a look that asks if he is serious.

Erik: Well… I mean, it was kind of obvious that you provoked him on purpose, and…

HS: And your point is? The guy is a prat and don’t need to be messing up our shows with some claim that he deserves a title shot.

Erik makes the same slow groan as before and Angelica grunts in aggravation as she gets rougher with her shoulder massage.

Erik: Well… I mean, he did win a Triple Threat that included one of our toughest up and comers of the time, and your beast of a man, Wrath… He did earn the shot.

Mark makes the same groan that Erik had made in an attempt at mocking him. Angelica chuckles despite the obvious annoyance she is feeling at the moment.

HS: Well… I mean, he is the biggest joke that ever walked into SCW, and I mean, he didn’t really overcome any odds because that up and comer you speak of got injured, and Wrath was distracted.

Angelica: Does this conversation have a point? Because I would like to have some alone time with my man if you don’t mind…

Erik stares back at her, seemingly unhappy now with her presence now just as much as she is with his. He shakes his head, knocking the look from his face.

Erik: Why yes, this does have a point. I would like to suggest that we knock off this silliness and just reinstate the guy. He didn’t do anything wrong. He just defended his family and himself against your bullying, and…

Angelica laughs at the idea as Mark shakes his head, rubbing his temples. He offers Erik a sarcastic laugh before speaking again.

HS: Bullying? I call it playing smart. I wanted the idiot banned, and I got what I wanted. Not that it is something I’m not used to though…

Erik: No, it was bullying and manipulating someone. Smart? Yes, I admit that it was. But do you really need to keep pushing the issue? You’ve already proven your point.

Erik and Mark stare at one another silently for a moment while Mark folds his hands in front of him on the desk. He cracks a smile at Erik to soften the tension.

HS: If you are wanting me to agree to let him back, my answer is no. He broke the rules, he could be suspended for up to six months, and his title shot is as good as gone.

Erik: Mark, you can’t really be serious here…?

HS: Oh, I’m quite serious actually. That plonker isn’t coming anywhere near the Roulette title, or any other title, and he’s gonna learn who the boss around here is…

Erik rolls his eyes and even offers a laugh at Mark’s statement. Mark looks as if he wants to object to this, but Erik doesn’t even give him the chance.

Erik: You just love rubbing that in, don’t you. I know what I did, and I apologized for it. Even if you just deal with my presence around here, you don’t need to take out any hostility you hold toward me on somebody else. It is childish, and I don’t intend to let this one go…

Angelica: Yeah, well Mark doesn’t either, so… Why don’t you go file some papers or whatever it is that you do, and leave us alone? K, thanks…

Erik: Right, we both have jobs to do, don’t we? I guess I will let you get back to yours. I just hope that you have your kneepads handy. Delia is going to realize that you’re full of shit about your “connections” when you don’t earn her a title shot of some sort…

Mark stands up from his chair, ready to go after Erik. However, Erik loosens up his chest muscles, shaking his head in frustration as he turns around to leave. Angelica pats Mark on the shoulders, letting him know that she isn’t offended by his statement. Mark clinches his jaw as he watches Erik walk back over toward the door.

HS: I suggest ya drop this one, Staggs. We don’t need to have some sort of war, so we?

Mark chuckles again as Erik places his hand on the door knob. Erik freezes for a moment before turning his head slightly toward Mark.

Erik: No… no wars here. But, I do know that this… isn’t over. I will get Horace Jackson reinstated if it is the last thing I do around here…

Erik opens the door and walks out of the office. Mark looks a bit angry as he clinches his fists. Angelica pats him on the shoulder and coaxes him back into his leather chair, whispering to him.

Simone: It might not be the 4th of July, but we just about saw some major fireworks there, folks!

Adams: That was definitely explosive, but will Erik make good on his word to get Horace reinstated?

07/20/2014 - Las Vegas, NV - Gold Coast Casino

Equinox © vs. Andrew Garcia

The camera cuts to Drake Green entering his dressing room. He drops his bag down on the floor and turns toward the locker next to the tall mirror. He undrapes his designer sport coat and hangs it neatly in the locker before getting interrupted by a knock at the door. He loosens his dark tie a bit as he walks toward the door. As he grabs the door handle the door swings open and in walk Delia and Angelica, two of SCW’s Mean Girls.

Angelica: Oh my gawwwd… This room smells like rotten fruit and Noir… So gross…

Delia takes a whiff of the room and then her face sours slightly. She sighs as she takes a step further into the room, checking herself in the mirror.

Delia: Yesss… yes it does, darling. Quite dreadful really…

Drake looks at both women with an incredibly confused look on his face.

Drake: Umm, excuse me?

Angelica groans in annoyance as she turns to shoot Drake a dirty look. Delia slowly runs her fingers through her hair as she continues to ignore Drake, preening herself in the mirror.

Angelica: Ew, gross… What do you want?

Drake: I actually don’t want anything except for you two skanks to get out of my dressing room.

Angelica scoffs at this insinuation as she balls up her fist, ready to strike him. Delia simply offers a chuckle, turning her head just slightly to the side to check that the other side is just as pretty as the first. She runs her fingers across her perfect skin.

Delia: Don’t worry about it, Angelica. He’s just confused z’at he’s important enough for his own personal dressing room…

She smirks and giggles as she turns to face Drake with her calculated stare.

Delia: … which he isn’t, really… He’s just getting special treatment from Erik Staggs while Christian isn’t around to stop him…

Drake: I don’t know if you guys realized but this isn’t Sean Jackson’s dressing room. It’s Mr. Showtime’s. Now if you wouldn’t mind running along...some people who actually know how to wrestle have to get ready for you know...wrestling.

Angelica: Ex-cuuuuse you? Honey, I can wrestle…

Once Delia is finished with the mirror, she rolls her eyes and walks over to Angelica who is ready to read Drake to filth. She places a hand on Angelica’s shoulder and flashes her a fake friendly smile.

Delia: Darling, you have a few hairs out of place. You might want to go fix z’at, kay?

Delia turns to look at Drake, staring him up and down as she places her hands on her hips.

Delia: Funny, for someone who supposedly doesn’t know how to wrestle, I do have a better record than you. I’m undefeated. It is more z’an I can say for you, no?

Delia fakes cracking her neck as she playfully runs her tongue across her bottom lip.

Drake: Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry. I always did have trouble with those strike a pose matches. Now I’ve asked you girls nicely, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Drake turns back toward the mirror and begins untying his tie. He slips it off and hangs it on the same hanger as his sports coat as he begins to unbutton his dress shirt, uncaring about the two women now watching him get undressed. Angelica starts to to gawk, surprised by this, yet intrigued at the same time. Delia rolls her eyes as she walks over to Angelica, making her close her eyes while turning to address Drake once more.

Delia: Yes, and ACW World Championship matches… and SCW Heavyweight Championship matches… And any match that involves Sean Jackson thus far… Oops, didn’t I say that out loud? God, I’m such a bitch…

Delia snickers at the end of her last comment, causing her voice to trail off. Angelica smirks and playfully taps her shoulder. Delia leans against the wall, eyeballing Drake with a cold, almost blank stare. Drake smiles in a condescending way as he slips off his dress shirt and hangs in up in the locker. He turns to both women and smiles.

Drake: Last chance?

Drake waits for a response but never gets one as both women just stare at him. He pulls his undershirt off of his body and throws it up into his locker and looks back for a response again but gets nothing. Finally, Delia runs a finger across his chest slowly, smirking at him.

Delia: You don’t want to play this game with us, do you? Just give up against Sean Jackson and save yourself the embarrassment of getting beaten by him… again.

Delia winks at him as she finally takes her finger off of her chest. Angelica looks jealous of Delia’s form of taunting, but doesn’t attempt to try it herself. Drake turns to Delia.

Drake: You might want to cover her eyes, she seems to be getting a bit excited.

Drake winks at Angelica before unbuckling his belt. He kicks off his italian leather shoes and then pulls his belt off his slacks. Delia smirks and looks to Angelica with a wink.

Delia: She is a grown woman, perfectly capable of handling herself and… Oh dear, what is z’at…? A scar…

Delia looks over behind Drake, making bring light to the scar on the back of his neck. She makes sure to run her fingers down his back, scratching lightly as she goes.

Delia: You wouldn’t want to ruin that body wi’s anos’er one of z’ose, would you? Because, if you get in z’e ring wi’s Sean, you will surely get z’at and far worse…

Drake steps up to Delia, getting almost an inch away from her face. He smiles and peeks over at Angelica before turning back to Delia.

Drake: Why Delia, I didn’t realize how closely you paid attention to my body.


Delia’s mouth drops for a second before regaining her composure when she realizes what Drake just did. She blushes a little before looking up into his green eyes, trying to distract herself from what is going on down below the belt.

Delia: Well, if you want to keep Misty’s attention, you might not want to add anything to make you uglier z’an you already are…

Angelica: Girl, have you seen what she was with before him? She went from Edward Cullen Staggs to that gross grungy dude. This is an upgrade for her…

Delia: We still haven’t seen what Sean Jackson will do to him, z’ough darling. He just might break his face and make him look like z’e kid from Mask...

Drake: Well, he can’t scar up everything. There’s always…

Drake looks down before looking back up at Delia and Angelica, who has now moved in closer to them

Drake:...other places.

Delia taps her foot impatiently as she purses her lips, trying to hide the fact that she is blushing big time. Angelica’s lip quivers as she turns away from the two of them, walking right back out of the locker room as quickly as she can manage.

Delia: You disgusting pig! I hope Sean breaks you in half tonight, and leaves you as less z’an half z’e man you already are… again!

Drake: That would still leave me big enough...of a man...for you, Toots.

Delia looks as if she is ready to slap him as she shakes with anger. However, suddenly, she calms herself down with a deep breath, chuckling as she places her hand on his bare shoulder, turning to walk toward the door.

Delia: You only wish you were enough for someone like me. But… you are nos’ing more z’an a fil’sy pig who is lucky to get table scraps like Misty… Don’t say z’at I didn’t try to warn you about Sean, z’ough…

With that, Delia spins around on the balls of her heels before walking out of the locker room, leaving Drake in a rather compromising position as she walks out the door. As she walks through the door she brushes passed Max Proffo who is just arriving. Max looks at Delia with a bit of confusion and then looks back at Drake who is half naked with his pants around his ankles.

Max: Tough crowd?

Drake chuckles and shakes his head.

Drake: have no idea.

As we head backstage, we find Zuri and Blanca arriving at Celebrity Theater in Tempe, Arizona, the venue for tonight's Climax Control.

Zuri Chastain: Hey, I'm kinda hungry. I'm going to find a vending machine. You want anything?

Blanca Chastain: Pepsi if they got it.

The cameras follow Zuri as she heads to catering. She stands in front of the vending machine after depositing the money, waiting for her selection, but nothing comes out. She presses the keypad frantically, but no avail. She shows her frustration with a sigh.

Zuri Chastain: This night can't get any worse.

Suddenly without warning, Mercedes attacks Zuri from behind with a steel chair to the back. Zuri did not see this coming as she is down writing in pain.

Mercedes Vargas: I guess it's true what they say after all.

Using her boot to turn her over, Mercedes crouches down next to Zuri with a smile on her face.

Mercedes Vargas: Justice is blind.

A clunk sounds as the vending machine spits out a package of Pepperidge Farm cookies and a can of Pepsi. Mercedes gets to her feet, turns her back to Zuri and, adding insult to injury, makes a great show of brushing off the pretend grime off her feet. She walks over to the vending machine, takes up Zuri's purchases, and then turns back to her, leaning against the Plexiglas.

Mercedes Vargas: Remember the days when the good guys always won?

With a condescending smirk, Mercedes holds up a Milano cookie and admires it before taking a small bite.

Mercedes Vargas: Pepperidge Farm remembers.

Mercedes walks off laughing. A little while later, Blanca is seen backstage looking around until she notices Zuri, writhing in pain and holding her lower back. As our scene fades, Zuri is seething after being taken off guard as Blanca attends to her sister.

The bell rings, signifying that it is time for the next contest!

Justin: Our following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it features Bombshell action! Introducing first, from Kent, England, weighing 118 pounds, accompanied to the ring by her 'Daddy' James Kensington ... 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.

Simone: Katherine gets into the ring for the second time here in SCW, and she is looking to pick up a huge upset win tonight against Torielle Jackson.

Adams: Oh this one will definitely be a quick match, I see Torielle beating her in under a minute.

Simone:That remains to be seen. She has potential, and I would love to see her pick up the win tonight.

Justin: Her opponent is accompanied by her tag team partner, Chanelle Martinez! From Queens, New York, weighing 140 pounds ... Torielle Jackson!

"Red Lipstick" begins playing as the lights lower on the stage. White lights strobe as Torielle shoves her way through the curtains. She takes a few steps out to the cheering fans, throwing a fist in the air. She looks back to see no one following her so she stomps over to the curtains and shouts pointing. Just then Chanelle Martinez comes out facing backward letting her "Azz" enter first. The cheers get louder as the two argue back and forth. Chanelle puts a hand in Torielle's face much to her displeasure and they walk down to the ring. They crawl onto the apron and look at each other, kissing their cheeks before bending to get in the ring. They pause for a second shaking their moneymakers to the music before getting inside of the ring crossing turnbuckles to blow kisses to the fans. Chanelle gets out of the ring and stands at the opposite side watching.

Adams: Finally, we got some Azz N Class!

Simone: Don't you ever be quiet for one moment. It seems like the bombshell tag team are here together, luckily for Daddy's girl, its Just one of them.

Referee Jacob Summers looks over both the wrestlers and nods his head, as the bell rings.

Both of the women move towards each other as jawing at each other real quick. Torielle slaps Katherine across the face ,as Katie slaps her back. Torielle kicks Katie in the stomach, as Katie leans over holding her gut. Torielle grabs Katie by the hair and throws her to the ropes. Torielle comes charging at her with a shove as Katie tumbles through the second and top rope to the canvas below as Summers gets in front of Torielle and acknowledges her. He turns as Katie is getting to her feet visibly upset. She slides back into the ring

Simone: Look at Chanelle, standing over there mocking Katherine.

Adams: Good, may straighten up the little priss.

Katie gets in as Torielle comes at her with a running cross body. Torielle quickly goes for a pin as Katie immediately kicks out. Torielle gets back to her feet and pulls Katie back to her feet and drives a stiff forearm shot to her jaw, Katie stumbles back as Torielle pulls her down by her hair and begins to drive her head into the mat hard. Torielle stops, the slaps Katie hard in the face, she pulls Katie back to her feet by her hair and Irish whips Katie to the ropes. Katie's comes running back as Torielle goes for a quick back elbow but Katie ducks, comes up behind her. Torielle turns around as Katie drives a stiff knee to Torielle's gut. Chanelle is heard outside of the ring yelling.

Simone: Katherine is showing some life in this match. I think she may actually be able to do it here tonight.

Adams: No way, lets look at it like this. If Katherine can do it, then I will be impressed.

Simone: Would that mean you would actually be quiet.

Katie immediately drives a few elbow shots to Torielle's jaw as Torielle stumbles back, Katie grabs Torielle by the arm and Irish whips her to the turnbuckles. Katie quickly charges at her and hits with a clothesline as Torielle drops down to the bottom turnbuckle. Katie starts to stomp on Torielle in the corner as the referee immediately pulls Katie off of her. Torielle lays on the bottom turnbuckle for a moment trying to catch her breath as Katie immediately gets to the middle of the ring and rushes at Torielle and gets her with the Bronco Buster.

Simone: A bronco buster, look at her go.

Adams: Yeah, woo hoo, come on Torielle get in this.

Katie gets up off Torielle and looks down at her, she pulls Torielle back up with her arm and quickly arm drags her down to the mat, applying an arm bar and holding her in position as Torielle tries to fight out of it and reach for the ropes. She barely reaches her leg to the bottom rope as the referee starts to tell Katie to let go of the lock. Katie holds on as the referee begins to count.

Simone: Katherine is not breaking the arm bar.

Adams: There maybe hope for her after all.


Katie lets go of the arm bar and gets back to her feet and kicks Torielle as the referee acknowledges her again.

Adams: Ok, now I am beginning to be impressed with young Katherine.

Simone: With a cheap shot like that.

Adams: Were you not just rooting her on.

Torielle gets back to her feet holding her arm as Katie charges at her and finds herself being hoisted up and flap jacked onto the top rope. Katie hangs there for a moment draped over the ropes Torielle grabs her by the legs and hoisted and kicks her right in the midsection. Katie lets out a cry of agony, as Torielle kicks her again and then spins her off the top rope.

Simone: This is becoming brutal, a fight.


Torielle sits down on the small of Katie's back and starts to drive a few stiff elbows to the back of Katie's head, she then pulls her face off the mat by the hair and slams it down hard. Torielle puts her hands in between Katie jaw and yanks back hard as Katie is heard screaming in pain.

Simone: A modified camel clutch.

Adams: Claw out her eyes, come on.

Torielle releases Katie, as Katie starts to crawl towards her father on the other side of the ring, Torielle swiftly kicks her in the stomach as Torielle then pulls Katie up by her hair and slaps her in the face. Katie stumbles back to the mat as her father is heard yelling something to her. Katie pushes herself back up to her feet as Torielle grabs her by the back of her neck and throws her to the turnbuckles. Torielle comes running up and drives a hard back elbow to the chest.

Simone: OWW, the shot right the sternum I think.

Adams: Got her real good that time.

Torielle goes for a bulldog, however Katie manages to push her off while she was midair. Torielle lands flat on her back as she looks stunned from the shooting pain. Torielle gets back to her feet real quick as Katie charges and clothes lines her to the mat, Torielle gets back to her feet and is immediately met by a flurry of forearm shots to the jaw. Katie then quickly snap mares Torielle, then quickly flips over Torielle with a neck snap as Torielle drops back. holding her neck, and rolling around the ring.

Adams: That was a beautiful neck snap, looks like Torielle is in a bit of trouble.

Simone: Your being serious for once, wow.

Katie looks down at her and pull her back to her feet by her arm and quickly gets rolled up with a school boy from out of nowhere. Jacob Summers immediately jumps right down to the mat and immediately begins to count.

Simone: Without any hesitation.

Adams: Here we go.


Katie kicks out quickly. The referee sees and acknowledges that she kicked out to the crowd.

Simone: Close call for Katherine, I thought it may have been over.

Adams: Torielle must be beside herself, look at her partner.

Chanelle is seen absolutely beside herself pound on the mat with her palm calling for the referee to straighten up. Katie quickly gets back to her feet as Torielle rolls back to her feet. As Katie quickly front kicks Torielle to the gut and goes for the Jumping Face Buster.

Simone: She just got a Etiquette Lesson.

Adams: You know that's tight.

Simone: Excuse me?

Adams: That move, it was tight.

Summers quickly drops to the matt as Katie goes for the cover.


Justin: Here is your winner... Katherine Kensington!

Simone: Katherine Kensington Did it.

Adams: Yay, lets roll out the red carpet and let her celebrate like Liz Smalls.

The Bell rings as Katie jumps up to her feet raising her arms in victory. Chanelle gets in the ring and checks on her partner as Katie gets out of the ring and gives her father a hug as the cameras go back to Belinda Simone and Jason Adams as Katherine Kensington's music plays.

Simone: That was a great match and a huge upset for Torielle Jackson. Big win for Katherine Kensington though.

Adams: Could have been better, could have used the wheel.

”Bounce” by Emphatic blares out over the speakers as Vixen steps up to the entrance dressed in a pair of dark jeans, black and red NXT Vixen shirt and dark army boots. Rather than play to the crowd, Vixen makes her way to the ringside area and slides into the ring. Walking over to Justin Decent, she holds out her hand for the microphone

Vixen: Last week, last week I managed to get a little bit of revenge when I got my hands on that dirty jealous chienne.

Smirking, Vixen brings the microphone downwards as she flirtily puts a hand over her mouth.

Simone: Vixen just switched to another language. The French Canadian just switched to her native language.

Adams: Did she just call Odette a dog? That isn’t bad at all…

Simone: You could say that she did call Odette a female dog.

Adams: Ooooo a bit…

Before Adams can finish his sentence, Vixen starts to speak again.

Vixen: Last week I managed to get my hands on Odette but did I get the satisfaction I was looking for? No I didn’t and to make it worse, I still don’t have my title belt. A champion without a belt…what does that make me huh? It makes me an angry champion but a champion none the less.

Vixen: Then of course was the little game you played with Christian that saw him get the better of you even though you didn’t have my belt. But you and Gabe decided to injure Christian then run like the little cowards that you are. That is all well and good but come Into the Void, I hope that when I get you in that ring, you are going to be woman enough to actually defend yourself…unless of course you decide that the odds aren’t in your favour and vanish like you are so good at doing.

Simone: Vixen does have a point, every time Odette is in these kinds of situations, she runs and or disappears.

Vixen: I want my belt back Odette and by the end of the night it better be in my hands otherwise, I will have no problem walking into the Sins locker room and take it from you by force.

Vixen moves slowly towards the camera with a menacing glare

Vixen: And Odette, you don’t want this soldier to do that because if this soldier does, not even the Geneva convention is going to help you.

With that, Vixen hands the microphone back to Justin and exits the ring to walk up the ramp to the crowd cheering her name.

Simone: Well, we heard that one of the boss men would be out here tonight to make a few announcements regarding Into The Void III, and since one of them is not with us tonight…

Adams: That leaves just one man to make these announcements! Bring on the “Midnight Torrr”…

The lights dim down slightly as white strobes flash quickly above the stage. The opening buzzing to “Where Eagles Dare” by The Misfits plays. Once the bass starts up, the lights flash along to the beat of the music. Erik pushes his way through the curtains, wearing a n SCW logo polo shirt and a pair of tight jeans. He is carrying a clipboard in his hands as he smirks out at the cheering crowd. He walks down the entryway, soaking in the cheers as if they power him. He pauses at the end of the ramp and looks out to both sides. He dashes up to the ring and leaps onto the apron before climbing inside. He looks around at the audience with his signature smirk before grabbing a microphone. He pauses in the center of the ring, waving his arms out at the sides, asking the fans to keep it coming. He looks over to his wrist watch and taps it, shrugging his shoulders as the cheering and music finally dies down. He slowly paces back and forth as he laughs, still not used to being cheered so much. He raises the microphone up to his lips as he begins to speak.

Erik: You are too kind to me, really… Now, I’m not out here to tell you how great you guys are… which is quite a bit…

Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: Cheap plug there. Go for it boss man!

Erik: But, I have a few other reasons for being out here tonight. First off, I wanted to thank everyone for their concern for Christian Underwood after the brutal attack on him last week by Gabriel…


Erik nods his head, a solemn look upon his face as he lets them take their time in showing their disgust. He stops pacing as he comes to a halt in the center of the ring. He turns on the balls of his heels to face the larger portion of the audience.

Erik: I am sad to report that Christian has suffered a concussion, and had to have his eyes treated due to the perfume sprayed into his eyes. We still do not know the extent of the damage. He is still in recovery, but we expect him to be around the next show. Everyone, please continue to show your support for his recover…

Simone: And the crowd is raining down their support through cheers and kind words.

Adams: We have some of the best fans here in Sin City Wrestling. Forget that, we have THE best fans here in Sin City Wrestling!

Erik begins walking back and forth as he looks down to his clipboard. After reading it for a moment he looks back up and out into the audience.

Erik: Now, on to other matters… It seems that we’ve got ourselves a little show coming up in two weeks. A little show called… Into The Void III!

Crowd: *POP!*

Erik: LIVE from the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas! And we’ve got some pretty epic match ups planned already. Of course, you know that tonight we will find out who faces Gene Banton Junior for the SCW Heavyweight Championship. Will it be “The Mental Rapist” Sean Jackson?


Erik pauses, letting the fans boo Sean Jackson for a moment before he smirks at the camera. He then turns back to the audience as he tilts his head back slightly.


Crowd: *POP!!!*

Erik: Also, the Bombshell Tag Team Championships will be defended as new champions Traci Patterson and Mercedes Vargas face off against the winner of tonight’s qualifier between Marisol James and Tiami Tyler and The Metal and Punk Connection, Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall!

Crowd: *POP!*

Erik: Let’s not forget that Bosom Buddies will be taking on Team Hot Stuff International members Lucian Frost and Joshua Acquin. And Equinox will defend the Roulette Championship against Andrew Garcia!

The crowd cheers more for the match announcements. Erik is about to speak once again when the crowd starts cheering more. He turns around to see the crowd parting as a man begins walking through the audience in a hooded sweatshirt. Erik narrows his eyes as the man jumps over the barricade. Security is quick to swarm toward him, but Erik waves them off, letting the man come up to the ring. The large man pulls himself onto the apron and quickly gets inside of the ring. He pulls his hood back to reveal himself as Horace Jackson!

Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: He is here.

Adams: He has a standing ovation.

Horace walks over toward the time keeper and request a microphone. One of the ring techs brings Horace a microphone. He then walks back around to face Erik Staggs as he is sporting red and black face paint.

Horace Jackson: I know I am not supposed to be here but dammit I have something to get off my chest.

The crowd starts a "Bring Back Horace" chant.

Horace Jackson: Earlier this week I met with my lawyer and before I bought my ticket. He called me and said that Mark Ward has no grounds to suspend me. He also said that if I am not reinstated at Into the Void then he will file a wrongful dismissal lawsuit on Mark. Now we can avoid all of that if you, Erik Staggs, get me reinstated. Because if you do then these fans will get their hero back. Just listen to them Erik.

The crowd starts chanting louder as it engulfs the Celebrity arena.

Horace Jackson: However if I am not reinstated at Into the Void then you, Erik, will be responsible for unleashing The Soulless One. You will be responsible for the birth of the Leader of the Underworld. So Erik you have some choices to make. You either bring back The Empire or witness the birth of The Soulless One.

Adams: Did he just give Erik Staggs an ultimatum?

Horace looks at Erik and waits for a response. Erik looks almost confused by this as he tilts his head to the side. She shakes his head, pleading with Horace away from the microphone for a moment. However, the cheers are too loud and Erik raises the microphone to his lips.

Erik: You can’t be serious here, Horace… Did you not see me talking with Mark Ward earlier tonight? I am doing everything within my power to get you reinstated already. As a matter of fact, I’ve risked my own job by openly stating that I would get you reinstated if it was the last thing I ever did here in SCW… You can’t expect me to make this happen in two weeks time, but I’m trying…

Horace paces back and forth while nodding his head almost as if he were listening to someone else. Before he can "Dance in the street" by David Banner strikes up and Vivian Langley comes walking down the ramp in a heap. She quickly runs up the ring steps and enters the ring. Horace looks at his sister and then back at Erik.

Horace Jackson: I understand that you are putting your own job at risk. I thank you for that but sometimes if you want something bad enough then you don't sit on the damn sidelines.

Vivian Langley: Erik, is there anyway you can get Mark Ward's nose out of his own ass? The world needs Darth Vader. Mark knows that and he can't stand it. Just do what you can Erik. Don't worry about your job Toby Childress will make damn sure you keep it.

Horace Jackson: Erik, I was just letting you know that you do what you can on your end. Because I will be making an impact at Into the Void and trust me you do not want to miss it.

Horace and Vivian look at Erik as the crowd continues to chant louder. Erik listens to them and the crowd as they chant louder and louder. He is having a tough time not seeing how wrong the situation is. Horace turns to see Mark on the stage. Vivian stands in front of him. Mark then waves the first wave of security to get the two out of his ring. As soon as they hit the ring, Vivian and Horace begin stomping the security. Horace then leans against the ring ropes.

Horace Jackson: Mark, you call yourself a man but you hide behind your whore. I warne you Mark. Expect to see The Soulless One at Into the Void. This is not over. Not by a long shot. You didn't want a war Mark but you got one none the less. The only way you can get what you want is by proposing an offer that you can't refuse. My lawyer will tell you the offer at Into the Void.

Just then, Mark Ward steps out onto the stage. He waves security down to the ring, and they quickly climb inside, surrounding the three occupants. They grab onto Vivian and go to grab onto Horace, but Horace begins swinging at the guards this time!

Simone: Horace is going to town on these guards, and I don’t think he’s making his case for being reinstated any better!

Adams: Maybe not, but it sure is fun to watch! He’s swatting them down like they were flies!

Erik tries to talk reason into Horace, but it is of no use. Mark continues to wave security down until the ring is full of guards. They finally latch on to Horace and bring him down to the ground. A few stray guards grab onto Vivian, forcing her toward the ropes to make an exit. Erik grabs onto his head, clinching his eyes closed as Mark raises a microphone to his lips.

HS: So this is the man that you’re trying to defend? A loose cannon? Good luck convincing anyone to let this animal back into SCW! And don’t worry, there is a guard or two back here for you, yet… If ya wanna keep playing this game, Erik?

Erik: I always did enjoy a challenge, Mark. This…?

Erik points between himself, Horace, and Mark rapidly as he shakes his head.

Erik: … this isn’t over. Not by a long shot…

The fans cheer loudly as Erik drops the microphone and “Where Eagles Dare” by The Misfits plays. Security brings Horace and Vivian up the ramp. Horace lunges out toward Mark who only laughs in his face before waving the guards backstage. Erik climbs out of the ring, carrying his clipboard as he narrows his eyes at Mark. Both men stare at each other with intensity between them.

Simone: What was supposed to be an announcement of the Super Card has turned into a battle of egos!

Adams: There isn’t a bigger ego in SCW than the one that belongs to “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward. Erik Staggs is going to need all of the help he can get for this battle!

Erik glares at Mark, and this time, it is Mark who steps away first. He walks behind the curtains, leaving Erik to stand there in disbelief of what has just went down.

The camera cuts to Drake Green in his dressing room getting ready. He is standing in front of a tall mirror in his gear, stretching out his neck muscles. In the background is Max Proffo, sitting on a chair in front of a vanity, flipping through the latest issue of SCW Insider. A soft knock is heard at the door and both men look up as the door creeks open and Misty pokes her head inside.

Misty: Hey Drake. You got a few minutes?

Misty looks at Drake with a smile, though she seems to have a concerned look in her eyes. Max, noticing that there is about to be a conversation he’s not sure if he wants to be involved in, sets down the magazine and hops up out of the chair.

Max: I think I better leave you two alone.

Max pats Drake on the back as he walks by.

Max: Hello, Misty.

Misty: Max…

Max: You look lovely, as always. Go easy on him.

Misty: I’ll try. I just need to see if I can talk some sense into him…

Max: Good luck. But remember, if you can’t beat ‘em, might as well join ‘em.

Max smiles at Misty before leaving Drake’s dressing room and closing the door behind him. Misty looks at Drake, folding her arms.

Misty: So...How are you feeling? How’s the neck holding up?

Drake: It’s holding. How’s your ass holding up?

Misty can’t help but chuckle a bit at Drake’s usual sense of humor and she grins.

Misty: My ass is perfectly fine, thank you. Besides, I’m not the one dealing with an injury and about to risk my life right now. You are.

Drake: You’re starting to sound like my sister. The neck is fine.

Misty: We’re both just concerned about you, Drake. You can’t blame us. One wrong move out there and you could wind up in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Besides, I’m just making sure I get to hold up my promise to buy you breakfast in the morning.

Drake: Don’t be dramatic, Misty. I’ll be fine. Worst case scenario I’ll let you feed me that breakfast through a straw, deal?

Drake winks at Misty. She doesn’t seem as amused, however.

Misty: I’m not being dramatic, I’m being realistic. Why don’t you just give this match a little while. Let your neck heal some more. I’ll make you an even better deal and buy you dinner tonight. Dinner is better than breakfast anyway.

Drake: How about a compromise? I go out there and beat the living crap out of Sean Jackson and then I let you buy me a late night cheeseburger.

Misty thinks for a moment, not entirely sold on that idea. She taps her foot a few times and lets out a sigh.

Misty: There’s no talking you out of this, is there?

Drake: Nope, not a chance.

Misty sighs again, shaking her head. She still looks concerned but knows Drake is serious.

Misty: Fine. If you stick to your word and beat the crap out of Sean Jackson, I’ll up the ante and buy you both dinner and breakfast. And if you go on to win the Heavyweight title...Well, I’ll have to give that some thought.

Drake: Let’s start with dinner and see where it goes.

Misty: Just trying to give you extra incentive to make sure you stick to your word. I mean, a shot at the Heavyweight title is incentive enough I guess.

Drake: Some things are more important. Not a lot of things...but some.

Misty nods and smiles

Misty: Well, at least you’re smart enough to realize that.

Drake: I was talking about those jeans.

Drake points and refers to the way Misty’s backside looks in her jeans. Misty rolls her eyes.

Misty: Some things never change. I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t offer to accompany you to ringside. My ass would be too much of a distraction.

Drake: It always is. I tell you what, let me finish getting ready here. I’m supposed to meet Rocky Mountains in a few to do a quick interview. But don’t forget about the late night cheeseburger.

Misty: I won’t forget. I’ll be keeping an eye on your match, Drake. Just be careful out there, got it?

Drake: Promise. If you see Max can you send him back in here? I need a few minutes with him before my interview.

Misty: You got it. I’ll see you later, Drake.

Drake: Looking forward to it.

Misty smiles, turns and heads out of the dressing room. Max is standing just outside and she gives the okay for him to go back inside.

The gorilla press area is busy with wrestlers and referees who are standing watching as the show continues. One of them is watching the area in front of the locker room. Pussy Willow walks up to the bombshell champion as she is pacing there.

Pussy Willow: Hey champ, what’s up?

Vixen: Odette’s time in about another few minutes. I am about to lose my patience.

Pussy gives Vixen a look of surprise.

Pussy Willow: But you said she had until the end of the show.

Vixen shrugs without taking her eyes off the locker room area.

Vixen: I know what I said. However, she has had more than enough time to get me my belt.

Pussy nods in understanding.

Vixen: Besides, I bet Odette is planning on one of her little sneak attacks that she is known for. I mean really, only reason she stood up to Christian was the fact that knew that Gabriel would ride to her rescue. Guess Magic man does it again.

Pussy Willow: Spike I am sure would do the same thing for you though.

Vixen smiles at that comment.

Vixen: I am sure he would Ms Willow however, that is where Odette and I differ. I don’t need Spike to save me like she does. And for that matter, I could probably beat her husband just as easily as I am going to beat her. He’s just lucky that Christian won’t let me hurt his superstars.

Pussy Willow: Are you suggesting that you would want to fight Gabriel too? Whatever did he do to you.

Vixen: It isn’t what he did so much as what he and his wife have implied and said. I know it is because his wife Odette feels so jealous of the fact that I have done so much more than she has. She won the blast from the past, big deal. She was a Bombshell and bombshell tag champion…I am two thirds on my way to repeating the Triple Crown of titles. I am a multiple time champion and I am the ONLY wrestler in this company to have been a double champion. Not even Gabriel can claim that now can he? No he can’t. Now if you will excuse me, there is somewhere I need to be right now.

Vixen walks away from Ms Willow and heads towards the locker rooms as the view heads back to ringside.

Zuri Chastain is walking through the hallway heading towards the ring when Scott Oliver steps in front of her.

Zuri: What do you want?

Scott: Hey, you are blocking my path to the game room.

Zuri: The game room?

Scott: The room where my PlayStation 3 is located. Plus it gets me away from you street corner sluts.

Zuri: Sluts? Do you even know who I am?

Scott: Does it even matter? All bimbos are the same. Now go get me a sandwich and a beer.

Zuri shoves Scott up against the wall. She then looks around before pulling up on his shirt collar.

Zuri: You are fucking lucky that I have to go beat up Roxi and dealing with Mercedes. Otherwise, I would place my foot across your throat and break your larynx. Now get the fuck out of my way.

Scott: So that's a no on the sandwich and the beer.

Zuri throws Scott to the ground and yells at him.


Zuri walks away from Scott and heads for the ring.

Simone: It’s not often that we see mixed tag team matches in SCW but tonight we are seeing one!

Adams: On one team we have two former champions, former Heavyweight Champion Simon Jones and former Bombshell Champion Roxi Johnson and on the other team we have a very impressive rookie in Zuri Justice and recent returnee Jericho Hill, this is shaping up to be a great match!

Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!

Justin: The following mixed tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing tag team number one!

The intro of “Simon Says” By Drain STH plays over the arena’s PA system, prompting Simon Jones to walk through the curtains and out onto the stage, to a cheer from the fans. As he makes his way towards the ring, Simon slaps hands with some of the fans on either side of the aisle.

Justin: First, from Birmingham, England, weighing in at 225lbs Simon Jones!

After arriving at the ringside area, Simon climbs the steps up onto the ring apron, then steps through the ropes, and as he does so he glances to his left, then to his right, before walking to the side of the ring closest to the camera and pausing to look out at the crowd. Simon then turns around and looks out towards the ramp as he waits for Roxi.

Simone: Looks like Simon wants to wait for Roxi.

Adams: And enter together, but why didn’t she join him for his entrance?

"Help is on the Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area. She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it.

Justin: And his partner, from Tampa Florida Roxi Johnson!

She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she nods towards Simon before sliding into the ring with her partner and poses for the crowd whilst they wait for their opponents to arrive.

Justin: And their opponents!

A siren goes off siren goes off as an ambulance backs to the side of the stage. The back doors fly open. Two men in white outfits come out of the ambulance and pull a gurney out of the back where we see Jericho handcuff to the gurney with a muzzle on his mouth lashing his head out towards the men in outfits.

Justin: First, from Valhalla weighing in at 235lbs Jericho Hill!

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

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

And they quickly uncuff Jericho and run into the ambulance before taking off. Jericho stalks his way down the ramp. Slowly reaching up and ripping at the muzzle until it falls from his face and when the muzzle comes off Jericho storms the ring sliding under the bottom rope, and starts bouncing off the ropes waiting for Zuri’s arrival.

I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
'Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
'Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar

The arena goes dark as a voice comes across the sound system saying "NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED." After that phrase dies down, "Case of the Ex" starts up, as the song starts with the few beats, the lights come up with an orchid and cyan tint to them. Right as Mya starts the first verse, Zuri Justice walks out onto the stage with her butler and her twin sister right behind her

She motions toward her twin sister to walk down first as Zuri follows right behind her. Zuri slowly walks down the ramp basically ignoring the fans as her butler carries her fighting gloves and mask on a silver tray.

Justin: Coming down the aisle, currently residing in Webster, South Dakota, weighing in around 142 lbs accompanied by Mr. Carlson and Blanca Justice. "Lady Justice" Zuri Chastain

Zuri slides into the ring at the same time as her twin sister. The butler walks up the steel ring steps and stands on the ring apron as Zuri stands on the middle turnbuckle and basically glaring down the entire crowd. She hops down off the turnbuckle, walks over to her butler and begins putting on the rest of her ring equipment while waiting for the match to start.

Simone: This should be a good one.

Adams: Woo hoo! The bombshells are starting the match! Boobies!

Jasmine instructs the men to wait on the outside whilst Roxi and Zuri pace around the ring waiting for the match to start, as soon as Jasmine signals for the bell Zuri charges towards Roxi but is met with a deep arm drag, and another, and another before Zuri wises up and stops midcharge as Roxi goes for a dropkick sending the former Bombshell champion crashing to the matt, not wasting any time Zuri leaps over Roxi grabbing her legs in the process and bridges for a pin.

Simone: One, two and a kickout from Roxi!

Adams: You’re not gonna pin a former Bombshell Champion that easily!

Zuri doesn’t even get a chance to argue with the ref over a slow count as Roxi is back on her feet and this time she successfully connects with a dropkick to Zuri’s face and Zuri quickly ducks out of the ring to avoid Roxi’s onslaught, this goes as well as you might expect for the rookie Bombshell as Roxi hits her with a suicide dive not even a minute after Zuri has exited the ring.

Simone: This has been fast paced action so far and Roxi has been in control throughout.

Adams: Well she is a former Bombshell Champion!

Roxi doesn’t waste time celebrating her small victory however, instead she rolls Zuri back into the ring and follows her in before going for a cover of her own 1…..2…..and Zuri quickly gets the shoulder up! Roxi quickly grabs onto the arm that Zuri used to get out of the pin attempt and applies an armbar onto Zuri.

Simone: We are seeing why Roxi held the SCW Bombshell Championship for so long here!

Adams: Yeah, no wasted motion, every move she makes counts!

Roxi keeps the pressure on Zuri but Zuri refuses to give up, she’s eventually able to force Roxi back to her feet and with a couple of stiff forearms to the face Zuri breaks it up whilst forcing Roxi to the ropes, Zuri then whips Roxi off the ropes and hits her with a Superkick on the rebound! Zuri goes for a cover 1….2….and Roxi kicks out.

Simone: And just like that Zuri is in control!

Adams: She may be a rookie but she has been very impressive.

Zuri brings Roxi back up to her feet and quickly hits her with a snap suplex before Roxi can even begin to mount a comeback, Zuri on the other hand does mount her but it’s for another cover 1….2…..and Roxi kicks out again, Zuri shakes her head in frustration before picking Roxi back up and going for a Powerbomb but the Powerbomb never goes through as Roxi reverses it midair with a hurricanrana.

Simone: And just like that Roxi has turned the tide!

Adams: But both bombshells are exhausted, they need to tag in their partners!

Neither Bombshell is moving an inch as Jasmine starts her ten count and their male partners start calling for their partners to tag them in! Simon gets the crowd going for Roxi as she gets back to her feet and so does Zuri who tries to prevent Roxi from tagging in Roxi but she is to slow and is able to tag in Simon! Realizing that she has no choice in the matter Zuri reluctantly tags in Jericho.

Simone: And here come the men!

Adams: But I was enjoying watching the Bombshells go at it!

Jericho and Simon meet each other in the middle of the ring and the two men, in a stark contrast to the women’s show of athleticism, start brawling with each other trading blows in the middle of the ring, Simon is able to use his speed to his advantage ducking under a wild right hand from Jericho and forcing him to the nearest corner and starts firing rights and lefts to Jericho’s stomach.

Simone: And now Simon is showing why he’s a former SCW Heavyweight Champion!

Adams: Don’t count out Jericho so soon, he’s back in control!

Indeed Jericho has blocked one of the punches and has kneed Simon in the stomach before taking him down with a quick DDT, Jericho floats over for a cover 1….2…..and Simon kicks out just in time, Jericho goes for another cover 1….2….and Simon kicks out again, before Jericho can attempt a third cover Simon grabs his head and rolls him into a small package 1….2….and Jericho kicks out!

Simone: Three nearfalls in the past two minutes!

Adams: That’s the caliber of athletes you can expect in SCW!

Both men quickly get to their feet and start brawling again whilst the Bombshells on the outside cheer them on, it isn’t long before Jericho gets the advantage as he is able to duck under a wild right hand from Simon and hit a belly to belly suplex on the former Heavyweight Champion! Jericho goes for a cover before Simon can recover 1….2….and Simon kicks out!

Simone: Simon’s kicked out again!

Adams: And Jericho’s not happy about it!

Jericho is back on his feet and is arguing with Jasmine over a slow count, Jasmine, off course, is having none of that and tries to tell the stubborn Hill to focus on the match which he eventually does but only after Simon rolls up Jericho 1….2…..which Jericho is able to kick out off!

Simone: Jericho has to stay on his feet against Simon Jones!

Adams: The same can be said for any SCW Superstar, male or female!

Jericho tries to get back on the offensive but Simon catches him with a massive lariat that nearly takes Jericho’s head off! Simon goes for a cover 1….2….and Jericho kicks out before Jasmine can make the three count!

Simone: Jericho is refusing to stay down!

Simone: And he’s going to the top rope!

Jericho perches himself on the top rope and tries to sturdy himself to avoid slipping, he takes too long however and Simon is able to knock him lose by shaking the top rope connected to the turnbuckle causing Jericho to land crotch first onto the turnbuckle!

Simone: OHHHH!!!!

Adams: Jericho’s voice has just gone up several octaves!

Jericho certainly has the sympathy off all the men in the crowd but not Simon as Simon climbs up to the top rope and sets him up.

Simone: It looks like Simon is getting ready to send Jericho Into Oblivion!

Adams: If this connects it’s all over for Jericho!

Jericho realizes this as well and ties to fight off Simon’s attempt at his finisher, he succeeds via backdropping Simon to the floor below and Jericho is able to follow it up with a top rope dive to the floor that hits its mark!

Simone: That dive may have been the advantage that Jericho has been looking for!

Adams: Jericho’s sliding Simon into the ring!

Jericho follows Simon into the ring and goes for a cover 1….2….and Simon kicks out just in time! Jericho starts arguing with Jasmine again but she’s not hearing it!

Simone: There’s Jericho’s temper again!

Adams: It’s a bad move to turn your back on a star like Simon Jones as he’s back on his feet!

Jasmine motions for Jericho to turn around and he does just that…..and Jericho is hit with the Back to the Future!

Simone: And Simon just proved why!

Adams: Simon’s going for a cover!


Justin: Here are your winners, Simon Jones and Roxi Johnson!

Simone: Great match!

Adams: Simon just proved why you should never take your eyes off him!

Simon celebrates with Roxi as Zuri checks on Jericho.

Backstage, Erik Staggs is seen leaning against the wall, taking a breather from his long night. He is snacking on something from a small single serving sized box. He slowly takes a bite, chewing it as he looks around, almost seeming bored. He is caught off guard as Pussy Willow comes walking up to him with a microphone in hand and a smile upon her face. Erik doesn’t notice her right away as he brings another round of snacks up to his mouth, chewing.

PW: Excuse me, Mister Staggs? I was wondering if I could get a few words with you regarding Into The Void III, since you were cut off earlier with the Horace Jackson situation?

Erik tries to chew his food quickly so that he can speak. His face twists along with his attempt to quickly swallow the food. He holds up a finger toward her until he is able to finish, and then he takes in a deep breath, sighing.

Erik: Yes, of course. I apologize for that rather embarrassing moment there… What would you like to know?

PW: No problem. I was wondering if you had any news on how we will incorporate the Make A Wish Foundation into the show?

Erik smiles genuinely as he nods his head at the request.

Erik: Well, we have invited many children who are fans of Sin City Wrestling to come to the show and to mingle with their favorite SCW stars and bombshells. The children will get the chance to meet and take photographs with their favorites, as well as a chance to appear with them on the iPPV broadcast. Not to mention that all proceeds will go to the Make A Wish Foundation, and SCW talents are encourages to donate to the cause as well.

Pussy Willow nods her head with a smile as the fans cheer from the arena. She brings the microphone back to her mouth as she begins to speak again.

PW: That is great to hear. Hopefully we can rally together to give these kids a great show and a lot of support. Now, in case that wasn’t incentive enough, would you mind telling us about some of the other matches that you guys are planning?

Erik: Of course. It is only fair that I get the opportunity to tell the fans about Vixen defending her Bombshell Championship against Odette Stevens…

Erik pauses, lifting his hands up to his sides as he waits for the inevitable cheap pop from the fans. Once he receives it, he smirks and winks at the camera before returning his attention back to Pussy Willow.

Erik: Also, Emma Rose will be defending her championship in a rather friendly encounter with her new bestie, Necra Octavian Kane. And with Roulette Rules, this one promises to be interesting to say the least!

Again, Pussy Willow nods her head with a smile as she tries to think of another inquiry. Her eyes light up as she brings the microphone back to her lips.

PW: So… that’s all of the Championship Matches covered… What about some good old fashioned grudge matches? Anything we need to hear about there?

Erik opens his mouth to speak when suddenly his attention is drawn away from the camera. He looks off to the left where someone wanders into the shot. The crowd cheers loudly as Despayre’s face is seen. He doesn’t seem to be very interested in the interview, but more intrigued by the box in Erik’s hand.

Erik: Well, hello there… Joshua... How can I help you?

Despayre: Whatcha got in your hands there?

Erik: Oh, just a snack… But, ummm… I’m, sort of in the middle of an, um… interview here.

Despayre: Oh? What kind of snack? I like snacks.

Erik forces a smile onto his face as he tries to figure out how to properly handle this. He has the box turned around toward himself.

Erik: It is a sweet snack. Graham cracker cookies. Wuld you like some?

Despayre nods his head as Erik extends the box out toward Despayre. He reaches his hand inside of the box and pulls out a few. Erik turns the box around to show the logo on the front of the box. Despayre studies them for a second before his eyes get wide.

The camera view switches over to find “Hot Stuff” Mark Ward walking down the hallway, seeming to be in a much better mood now. He is whistling, when out of nowhere he hears a blood curdling shriek quickly followed by a loud series of crashing noises. He starts to walk in the direction of the noise with a concerned look upon his face when Erik Staggs comes running around the corner, ducking behind it as he practically hugs onto the wall, panting and shaking his head.

HS: What the bloody hell was that, mate?

Erik tries his very hardest to catch his breath to speak. He extends the box out toward Mark as if that were somehow an explanation, but Mark squints his eyes in confusion.

Erik: I… I don’t nuh-know…. what the hell that wuh-was all about… *Gasp* But, a word of advice? Never… ever offer that kid Teddy Grahams!

Erik finally catches his breath, sighing in relief as he looks behind to make sure that the coast is clear.

The opening rift to Busta Rhyme and Ozzy Osbournes’s "This Means War!!" start to blast through the speakers, as red and yellow lights start to flash, the yellow cutting through the red to create a orange effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.

"Just make sure them, them drums is smackin’
This, means, WAR!!"

Andrew appears at the top of the ramp with his manager, Casey Williams behind him, the duo looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.

"Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall"

Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Honorable Warrior starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Casey following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope. Andrew raises his arms as the fans boo louder.

Andrew: So, Equinox, you think that this is over between us? It hasn‘t even begun, you smug son of a bitch. You think that attack on me last week was good? Well, it only wanted me to take that title off you that much more. I will not stop until you are dethroned as champion, and out of SCW PERMANENTLY!!! There is nothing stopping me from eliminating a piece of trash like you, assuming Rage doesn’t get the job done tonight. I will make sure you regret ever attacking me. If you thought our last match was a bitch, and I was lucky to beat you. Think again, because this time, you will have to fight for your livelihood, and you will fail. I cannot wait until Into the Void III when I can end you!

Andrew and Casey then walks backstage as the fans boo him for his remarks.

The camera comes to the backstage area, as Rage is seen pulling Codair head first by the bathrooms, as TJ Codair stops short, stomps on Rages foot, turns around and punches him in the jaw. Codair turns and gives him a hard knife edge chop to the chest. Rage flinches in pain as Codair front kicks him in the gut, then Knife edge chops Rage again. Codair grabs Rage by the head and smashes it off the bathroom door.

Simone: What the hell is going on?

Adams: A fight has broke out back.

Rage drives an elbow into Codair's sternum then grabs him by the back of the head and drags him into the bathroom. Rage Drives Codair's head into the sink, then throws him against a stall. Rage throws a couple of furious rights to Codair's tapped up Ribs, Codair clutches his ribs.

Adams: Rage right to the weakened ribs.

Simone: This is serious, can we get security in the back.

As Rage pulls Codair back to his feet and backs up the then does a running Big Boot as Codair ducks underneath the boot. Codair quickly uppercuts Rage in the lower regions as Rage lets out a yelp of agony. Rage backs up cupping himself as Codair grabs Rage and drives a forearm in between his eyes as Rage drops to the floor.

Simone: Codair 'I think may have just won this encounter.

Adams:Nut shot, and then stiff forearm, put most people down real easily.

Codair turns to the sink, and turns the faucet on, he cups his hands into the water and throws it into his face as Rage grabs Codair in a headlock and pulls him back. Codair is grasping for breath as Rage begins to violently shake him around.

Simone:Codair's throat injury.

Adams:Rage is trying to put Codair out.

Rage shakes violently as security as Guards quickly come into the bathroom and try to pry Rage off Codair as Codair quickly backs up hard against a urinal and Rage lets go stunned. The guards grab Codair and pull him out of the bathroom as 5 guards stay and keep Rage in the bathroom.

Adams:Oh come on, let them go, let them go.

07/20/2014 - Las Vegas, NV - Gold Coast Casino

Bosom Buddies © vs. Lucian Frost and Joshua Acquin

The camera reaches ringside where Justin Decent stands ready to introduce the upcoming contest. With him is referee Jacob Summers who is holding a fifteen foot leather strap in his hands.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Joshua Acquin! From the Far Reaches of Sanity, weighing 165 pounds ... LUCIAN Frost!

The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from. Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.

Justin: And his opponent is accompanied to the ring by Despayre! From Los Angeles, California, weighing 287 pounds ... BIG B!

"Opticon" by Orgy starts to blast, drawing a burst of cheers from the entire crowd. The curtain opens and out steps Bernard "Big B" Jones, with his good friend Despayre by his side, who is holding Angel firmly in his arms. The group quickly stops at the top of the ramp, when just a moment later they are joined by Synn. The group of 'four' make their way down the ramp to plenty of cheers. As they hit the bottom, Synn takes hold of Angel as Big B and Despayre climb inside of the six-sided ring where Joshua and Lucian await.

Simone: This is where things are going to get interesting. Not only will we have the match on the inside of the ring...

Adams: But also Despayre and Joshua Acquin will be strapped to each other outside of the ring too!

Big B and Frost stare hard at one another, as Jacob takes the leather strap and attaches the one end to Acquin's wrist. Jacob then cautiously approaches the always unstable Despayre and holds the strap's other end to him. Despayre frowns at the referee, but reluctantly offers up his own hand. No sooner does Jacob attach it to his wrist, then Acquin starts pulling on it! Despayre engages in the tug-of-war when Frost jumps at Big B! Acquin charges and grabs Despayre in a side headlock and takes him to the mat and the crowd cheers as the bell rings!


While Despayre and Acquin roll around on the mat, swinging and trading blows, Big B bulls the much smaller Lucian Frost into the near corner! B goes to throw a forearm but Frost dodges the blow and he jumps onto the second turnbuckle and begins throwing closed fists of his own into B's head! Big B uses his strength to shove Frost off of his perch, but Frost, landing heavily, rolls back to his feet. Frost jumps back in and dropkicks Big B, but only sends the muscle bound grappler stumbling a few feet.

Adams: Oh it's going to take a lot to cause that tree to go timber.

Frost is back on the attack and throws more shots at Big B as the fight on the outside continues!

Despayre and Acquin both fall to the floor, tumbling under the ropes and off of the ringside apron! Acquin comes up first and wraps the strap around Despayre's throat, choking the crowd favorite from behind! Despayre struggles and chokes, when his wild nature wins out and he grabs Acquin by the arm and sinks his teeth in! Joshua yells in pain and lets go of Despayre, who gets the strap from around his throat and he then begins to whip Acquin across the back with the strap!

Simone: Those two are able to beat each other as much as they wish! It makes no difference in this match, but the end will be between Big B and Frost on the inside of the ring!

Adams: And Frost is doing pretty good in there, considering the size disadvantage.

Simone: Frost hasn't held the number of titles he has by letting a thing like size stop him.

Frost goes for a whip into the far corner but Big B's power comes into play and he reverses it, throwing Frost in instead. Big B hollers and charges in, but Frost leapfrogs up and over the ropes to the apron, and Big B crashes chest-first into the turnbuckles!

Simone: And there's the experience factor coming into play right there.

Frost quickly jumps to a neutral corner and scales to the top. Big B turns around and Frost leaps and connects with a top rope missile dropkick that knocks B back against the ropes!

Adams: Still the big guy isn't off of his feet!

Frost dashes into the ropes and goes for a float over DDT, but Big B powers out, hooks his beefy arms around Frost and B drives him down with a bearhug slam!

Adams: And there's Big B's size!

Simone: Sometimes I think Big B competes just like Despayre, his tag team partner, does; by instinct alone.

Outside, Despayre moves in to strike Acquin again, but Joshua grabs Despayre's foot and pulls his leg out from under hi, tripping him to the floor! Acquin then pins him down and throws fists into his head and wraps the strap around his neck again! Acquin pulls him up to his feet and uses the strap to whip Despayre against the barricade, and then returns the favor from earlier and lashes the strap across Despayre's back!

Inside of the ring, Big B brings Frost to his feet and tucks his head between his knees. Big B then lifts him upside down, but rather than a powerbomb, he has Frost across his shoulder in an inverted body vice!

Simone: A surprisingly effective submission hold by Big B!

Adams: Ten to one says it was an accident.

Jacob moves in to check with Frost and ask if he wants to submit, but Frost, his face red with pain, refuses! Big B then begins to move in a circle on his feet, spinning around and around until he lets go of Frost, sending the former Tag and Roulette Champion spinning in a plummet and crash!

Adams: I understand Angel taught him that one.

Simone: Did you even hear what you just said?

Big B then sees what is happening on the outside and he steps through the ropes, intent on saving his little buddy from Acquin's onslaught! Big B grabs Joshua by the arm and turns him around and shoves him away. Big B then helps Despayre to his feet and Despayre goes right after Acquin while B turns around to go back in after Frost.

Simone: He should not have wasted that time helping Despayre who could take care of himself. He needs this win going into Las Vegas!

Big B reaches down to take hold of Frost, but the wily veteran jams a thumb in B's eye, temporarily blinding him. Frost then gets up, holding his back, and he begins to lay heavy kicks into Big B's tree trunk legs.

Simone: Now THIS is what Frost needs to do if he wants to get Big B off of his feet! Go to work on those legs.

Frost races off of the ropes and lands a low dropkick into B's shin, taking the larger man own to one knee. Frost then mounts the second turnbuckle as Big B rises, and Frost jumps off and finally takes him down after a flying lariat! Frost with the cover!

Big B HEAVES Frost off!

Adams: WOW!

Despayre rolls Acquin inside of the ring and crawls in quickly after him, but ignores Jacob's reprimand and Despayre starts whipping Acquin across the back again! Frost comes up from behind and clobbers Despayre in the back, knocking him off of his partner! Frost then turns around to check on Acquin and Despayre jerks up on the strap between Frost's legs...!

Adams: Ohhhh! Soprano City!

Despayre scrambles to his feet and Acquin charges into him, tackling him to the mat! Big B is again on his feet and Acquin uses the strap this time on Frost's opposition and he whips B hard across the back, the slash echoing in the stands! Despayre gets to his feet, just as Frost does, and Despayre and Acquin use the strap to clothesline the other's tag team partner!

Simone: This is chaos! And in just two weeks these four will be battling it out over the tag team titles!

Despayre and Acquin grab one another in side headlocks and they both go tumbling out over the top and to the floor where the brawl continues! Inside, Frost is the first to his feet and he backs up the nearest turnbuckle, sizing Big B up who is again rising. Big B turns around and Frost jumps, going for a Hurricanrana, but Big B counters by simply dropping him in a sit out two handed choke slam!

Adams: The B Bomb!

Big B rolls over on top of Frost for the cover!



Justin: Here is your winner... BIG B!

Officials at ringside break up Despayre and Acquin just long enough for their hands to be released from the leather strap! Acquin grabs Frost and drags him out of the ring as Despayre, Synn (and Angel!) climb in and join Big B, celebrating! Despayre grabs B's arm and raises it in victory to the crowd's delight! After a few moments of soaking in the cheers, Bosom Buddies lead the ringside area

Simone: Well if anything could make Nick Jones proud of his cousin, that just might! Big B just scored a huge upset win over a former Roulette and Tag Team Champion in Lucian Frost!

Adams: But will that continue when the gold is on the line?

v/o: "Tempe, can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

Adams: "Damn it"

Belinda Simone clinches her fists, her face stern. She begins to take a deep breath as Jason Adams throws his pen in the air. As it lands hard on the desk, he lets out a sigh.

Adams: "If he comes over here, I'll knock his ass smooth out."

Simone: "You'll do that for me?"

The lights in the theatre 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.

Adams: (swallows hard) "Y...yes."

A hush falls over the theatre 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 arena erupts into mostly boos, but some cheers as the two people are quickly recognized as Sean Jackson and the evil jezebeth Vanessa. Jackson is motionless while Vanessa stands bladed, her curves showing up beautifully against the backdrop. 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 cleavege while Jackson is dressed in a black shirt with the HSI logo on the front. He is also wearing black trunks with gold colored material and outlined in blood red you see "HSI".

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.

He then asks for and receives a house mic, which he slowly raises to his mouth.

Jackson: "Congratulations Jamie Dean. You managed to pull a Drake Green last week."

As Sean begins to pace, a slight smile adorns his face.

Jackson: "And while you should be applauded for your efforts, in the end, they will be for naught. Because Jamie, much like what happened to Drake Green, the same will happen to you."

As Sean continues to pace, he taps his chin with his index finger, deep in thought. He seems happy to relish in the idea that no one understands why he's in Sin City Wrestling.

Jackson: "And do you want to know why?"

Sean pauses momentarily as if the answer to his rhetorical question is coming. However, since it isn't, he continues.

Jackson: "Because much like Drake Green, you step into this ring as nothing more than a fraud. A fraud because you want these fans in Tempe to believe that you do everything for them, that you do it for their approval...."

The smile gets bigger.

Jackson: "But the bottom line is that you could care less about the fans here in Tempe, just like you can care less about the fans of Sin City Wrestling. No, you only care about yourself and whatever championship that you can garner for yourself...."

Sean taps himself on the chest as Vanessa watches on.

Jackson: "Where as myself, I'm here for the money. Hot Stuff Mark Ward paid me a lot of money, and even gave me a free run with the ACW World Heavyweight Title. You see, Mr. Ward handsomely rewards those who does his bidding, who makes life easier for him...."

Now Sean rubs his fingers together, the universal money symbol.

Jackson: "Which is the reason why I'm here. So you see Jamie Dean, it isn't about winning matches. Hell, it isn't even about winning titles. I've done enough of that over the past two years to last me a lifetime. But, it IS about making money and as long as Mr. Ward gives me a platform to make money and injure his enemies...."

The smile gets bigger.

Jackson: "Then life in Sin City is grand. So Jamie, you go ahead and enter this ring next week expecting to win a match. Where as I? Well, I'll enter this ring next week pretty much with the same mindset that I'll have tonight...."

Sean stops pacing, the smile disappears, which is replaced with a look of pure evil.

Jackson: "And that will be to injure Drake Green."

The camera pans in tight.

Jackson: "Yes, you heard me right. To injure Drake Green, to put him out of professional wrestling for good."

Pans in tighter.

Jackson: "To put YOU out of wrestling Jamie Dean. You see Jamie, you want to know who my partner is going to be? well, it's not going to matter who my partner is. The fact of the matter is that Amy Marshall will be your partner, so there won't be anyone out there to watch your back. Which means...."

Sean goes back to pacing, and smiling.

Jackson: "Well, why spoil all the fun. You guys do need SOME drama to dwell on now don't you?"

In one fluid motion, Sean Jackson rolls under the ropes and finds himself standing in front of the announce table, causing Belinda Simone to stand, as Jason Adams does the same.

Simone: "You've got this, right?"

Adams: "Uh"

Simone: "You've got this....right?"

Jason Adams swallows hard.

Simone: "JASON!!!!"

Adams: ", I...I've this."

Jason Adams grabs Belinda Simone's cup and grips it tightly in his hands. His knuckles are bright white as Sean just stands there, smiling. As Vanessa exits the ring, she stands there along side the Mental Rapist.

Simone: "JASON!!!!"

Now all four are standing there, in a stand off of sorts. With Belinda and Jason is a defensive posture as Sean and Vanessa continue to stand in front of them, completely cool and calm.

Adams: "B...back two"

With that, Sean and Vanessa slowly begin to back away from the announce table. The tension that once filled the theatre, now eases with every step away from the table that the evil pair takes. As Sean and Vanessa now make their way up the ramp, Belinda can now relax and Jason Adams sets the cup down.

Adams: "See, I told you I had this."

Simone: "A cup?"

Adams: "It worked didn't it?"

Simone: "A cup?"

Adams: "What?"

Belinda shakes her head.

Adams: "What? It worked, didn't it?"

Simone: "Next time I want Amy Marshall."

Adams: "What?"

”Amazing” by Hi Fashion plays over the speakers and the crowd immediately boos. However, there is no runway or photographers this time. Instead, Delia immediately pushes her way through the curtains. She is carrying a pink chair with the Mean Girls logo printed on the back. She is quickly followed by Veronica Taylor and Holly Wood who are also carrying chairs. The three of them come to the top of the ramp before Tessa Flannigan and Angelica come out with their own chairs as well. Tessa is carrying a second chair. She walks up next to Veronica as they lock hands, walking down the ramp side by side. The fans boo them louder and louder as they reach the head of the ring. They slide their chairs inside and then walk over to the ring stairs. As they climb them, they each enter the ring one by one. They pick up their chairs and set them up in a half circle. Tessa walks over to Justin Decent and retrieves a microphone before handing it to Delia, who sits down. The rest of the Mean Girls follow suit, leaving one chair empty to the left of Delia. She crosses her legs and makes herself comfortable in her chair.

Delia: Darlings, please do cut off my music? I don’t wish to be surrounded by these dreadfully smelly fans for too long…

Delia smirks as the fans boo her. The music finally cuts out and Delia listens as Veronica whispers something to her. She nods her head and then turns her attention back to the microphone.

Delia: S’ank you… Now, as most of you have noticed, if you are trendy enough to pay close attention to Twitter, I told Liz Smalls on many occasions z’at I would end her. However, since I defeated her a few short weeks ago, it seems z’at she has become ras’er more successful, no? Two wins in two companies. Perhaps I have been a positive influence on her?

Delia shrugs her shoulders as she smirks arrogantly. Tessa, Angelica, and Veronica all pat her shoulders and give her praise as she seems to expect more and more of it. She rolls her eyes and shrugs their hands off of her, to which Holly only rolls her eyes at this, looking away from her in the process.

Delia: Yes, of course I am. I do seem to have z’at effect on people… Well, anyway, I am a woman of my word. I said I would end Liz Smalls, and I intend to do just z’at. Z’e spoiled, arrogant, nasty, abusive bully z’at we all know, WILL cease to exist. See, earlier on Twitter, I told everyone z’at a new girl would be coming to sit wi’s us tonight. One z’at will end her, and I intend to do just z’at, so please do welcome…

’Live For The Night’ hits and the crowd instantly boo’s as Liz Smalls makes her way to the top of the entranceway. She pauses, placing both hands on her hips before she begins walking to the ring, talking the entire time to herself. She looks at the ring steps and then carefully steps up them, making sure not to trip, before entering the ring and looking at all of the Mean Girls one by one before locking her eyes in on Delia. Liz demands a microphone and is handed one.

Liz Smalls: “Soooooo, you’re gonna end me? Really? Thats funny because ALL you’ve done since I set foot in SCW is talk and talk and talk. You give out orders to your ‘friends’.”

Liz looks at the Mean Girls and shakes her head.

Liz Smalls: “I mean like, cmon they ARENT your lapdogs. They’re MINE!”

The crowd boo’s intensely as Liz smiles, the Mean Girls all staring at her with anger in their eyes.

Liz Smalls: “You never really BEAT me Delia. I’m your equal. So really the Mean Girls SHOULD be just as much mine as yours because of our deal. Buuut, since you’re a LIAR, I doubt that’ll happen. But, I’m like woman enough to come down here to see who you plan on having end my career. What new ‘Mean Girl’ is gonna get the job done and END me as everyone threatens to do?”

Delia stands up from her seat, glaring at Liz. She rolls the microphone around in her hand slowly as she walks around Liz. She sizes her up quite nicely as she makes a full circle. She lifts the microphone up as she stands right in front of Liz

Delia: I wanted to personally end you, but it seems z’at someone else deserves z’e honors more z’an I do, so I am being kind enough to let z’em. You don’t deserve to compete in a wrestling ring, darling, because you… are trash! Basic ratchet trash as you stand!

The crowd chuckles at Delia’s remarks, but she still doesn’t garner their respect any. She folds her arms across her chest, waiting for Liz to come back and defend herself. Liz lifts the microphone up to her mouth, with a pouty look across her lips. She see’s the camera focused on her and grips the microphone tightly, turning her hand enough to show off her manicured Nails by Liz painted nails.

Liz Smalls: Ummm I’m trash? Look in the mirror…

Liz pauses, a smile finally crossing her face again.

Liz Smalls: Actually, don’t look in the mirror. Wouldn’t want you breaking another one, would we?

The crowd now laughs at Liz’s joke but much like Delia, she hasn’t won them over. Delia even offers a fake laugh to this comment as Liz continues speaking.

Liz Smalls: But like obviously have someone who’s going to ‘end’ me. Why wait? I mean if we wait any longer, I’m gonna rip that stupid wig off of your head and throw it to the smelly’s in attendance. Soooo...bring your new member out.

Delia angrily turns around, lifting up one of the empty chairs. She folds it up and raises it above her head, ready to smack Liz with it! The crowd cheers for Delia’s outburst, but Liz backs away. She comes back against the ropes as Delia swings the chair! She moves out of the way as the chair bounces off of the ropes. Liz darts over to a corner, and Delia huffs and puffs angrily. She leans on the chair as she enjoys having Liz backed into the corner. She brings the microphone back to her lips as she glares at Liz.

Delia: You are lucky z’at you are so quick, Liz! I might not have been able to get my temper under control as quickly, and you would be knocked out on the ground… But, since you seem to want to meet z’is girl so much, let me introduce you to her

Delia leans off of the chair and looks over toward the entryway. She smiles as she fumbles around in her pocket, pulling out a compact mirror. She opens it up, and the crowd anxiously awaits the blinding powder that is sure to fly in Liz’s face! Delia holds it up to Liz’s face as she laughs into the microphone.

Delia: Meet z’e NEW and IMPROVED Liz Smalls! She will end z’at silly little girl and turn her into z’e perfect Mean Girl! She will be a true force to be reckoned wi’s! And under my leadership… you will go many grand places in z’is business…

Simone: What just happened there?!

Adams: I’m… not quite sure…

Delia’s smile widens as she leans in and her and Liz give each other a friendly hug. Delia gives a polite kiss to each side of Liz’s face as Liz playfully snatches the chair from Delia’s hand.

Liz Smalls: Thankies!!!

Liz looks at the chair in her hands, before looking at the crowd who have a look of shock on their faces. Seeing their confusion, her smile only grows as she excitedly looks back at Delia.

Liz Smalls: Ummm what should I do with this chair???

Delia leads Liz over to the group, where Holly is the first one to give Liz a giant hug. Angelica, then Veronica also give her hugs. Delia helps Liz to unfold the chair, placing it where it was before she snatched it up earlier. Liz and Tessa share a rather unfriendly, forced type of hug as Delia speaks.

Delia: Well, darling… You should now “sit” wi’s us, of course!

Liz looks down at the chair in front of her now and fans herself like she’s getting overly emotional. She even wipes the corner of her eye, cuing the dramatics. Before she sits, she looks at the cameraman and rolls her eyes.

Liz Smalls: Ohhh...liiike no way. Delia he’s NOT getting a good angle of me. I DEMAND someone else films this moment, its like too important to have it ruined by an idiot.

Liz looks over at Tessa and smiles.

Liz Smalls: I think Tessa should take the camera, give me the close up I deserve as I take my seat. Riiight Delia?

Delia smirks wickedly as she looks over to Tessa. She waves Tessa out of the ring as Tessa objects. She glares over to Liz as Delia shouts “Now!” at her. Tessa begrudgingly walks to the ropes and steps outside, walking over to the cameraman. She takes the camera and climbs back inside of the ring as Liz walks over to her seat. She giggles as Delia gives her a nod. Liz sits down and the other Mean Girls giggle wildly as Delia sits down next to her.

Delia: I would like to formally introduce to you all… the newest member of Mean Girls… LIZ SMALLS!

The fans boo this display as Liz accepts the warm welcome from most of the Mean Girls. She raises the microphone to her smiling mouth as she speaks.

Liz Smalls:First, I’d just like to say...thankies to you Delia. You’ve liike been such a support system to me outside of the ring for like the last week. A true bestie.

Liz again cues the fake dramatics and wipes the non-existant tears from her cheeks.

Liz Smalls: I also wanna say thankies to Holly. She’s been like the bestest big sister ever. And to you smellies, I wanna’ll NEVER be able to sit with us!

Liz reaches out and grabs Delia’s hand, giggling and twirling her blonde hair with her other hand. Delia smiles, shaking Liz’s hand before Liz reaches over to Holly with a smile. Delia raises the microphone to her lips once more.

Delia: I told everyone I would end Liz Smalls, and I did. I’ve made her better, and now, she can sit wi’s us. Mean Girls will now be stronger z’an ever before. Now, z’e basics and ratchets had better beware, and remember…

Mean Girls: YOU CAN’T SIT WITH US!!!

Pink lights begin swirling around above the ring and on the stage as “Amazing” by Hi Fashion plays again. Tessa takes a few steps back to get the perfect shot before handing the camera off to the camera man. She steps into the shot as Mean Girls fold up their chairs once more. They each carry their own chairs as they exit the ring. They walk up the ramp and make their way to the curtains, stopping only to simultaneously blow the audience a taunting kiss before disappearing behind the curtains.

Simone: These girls amaze me each and every week, but not in a good way.

Adams: And now, you have even more reason to be amazed, but Liz Smalls is part of Mean Girls now! Hashtag Liz Facts!

The scene opens up backstage where we see SCW’s Heavy Metal Bombshell and one half of the Metal and Punk Connection Jessie Salco listening to some music on her IPod and a close up of the IPod reveals that the album she’s listening too is “Iron Will the Best of Kataklysym” and the song in question is the title track Iron Will.

Simone: Tonight we see quite possibly the debut of one of the most exciting tag teams in wrestling, Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco, the Metal and Punk Connection.

Adams: Come to think of it does Jessie seem upset to you Belinda or is it just me?

Simone: Now that you mention it, yes, she does.

The song ends and Jessie looks at the next track on the album, however she pauses the music and unplugs her earphones when she spots a familiar figure approaching her.

Jessie: Hey Amy, you ready for tonight?

Jessie asks as her teammate steps into view.

Amy: I am, you?

Amy asked.

Jessie: Yeah, I am, Marisol and Tiami are tough Bombshells to be sure but we’ve known each other longer than they have, we should hopefully have this in the bag but as you know anything can happen in the ring!

Jessie responds and it’s at this point that Amy realizes that something’s bugging her tag team partner.

Amy: Are you ok? You seem a little upset.

Amy asked showing concern for her tag partner and Jessie sighs.

Jessie: Have you ever heard of the Sophie Lancaster murder?

Jessie asks and Amy shakes her head.

Jessie: She was a Twenty Year Old English student who was attacked alongside her boyfriend by a bunch of thugs because they were Goth, the boyfriend survived but not without brain damage but unfortunately Sophie didn’t.

Simone: Wasn’t that over ten years ago?

Adams: I think it was.

Jessie: Earlier this week one of her murderers was released on parole.

Jessie adds before accessing the internet on her IPod and finding the article in question, she hands it to Amy who reads the article.

Amy: That sucks, but why are you thinking about this now before our match?

Amy asked, trying not to sound insensitive and Jessie shakes her head.

Jessie: It’s been on my mind since I read the article Friday night, I’m not going to let it distract me from winning the match but this decision by the parole board has pissed off a lot of metalheads including me, Shane and Jake.

Jessie adds before taking a deep breath.

Jessie: Speaking of the match, any last minute strategies that you can think off?

Amy: Just win.

Amy suggested before continuing on.

Amy: Win it for that Sophie Lancaster girl. The parole boards are idiots and you'll probably find that some of thugs will probably be back behind bars in months.

Amy said, trying to put a spin on things.

Jessie: Yeah I think so, from what I’ve heard the neighborhood where she lived is a pretty damn rough one, anyway the match is next by my watch so I’m ready when you are.

Amy nods and the two Bombshells leave.

Backstage, Ms. Rocky Mountains is standing by for an interview segment with Traci Patterson and Mercedes Vargas, the newly minted Bombshell Tag Team Champions, who are all smiles after their victory last week.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, Traci, first off, congratulations on last week becoming the new Bombshell Tag Team Champions and making history as the first-ever two-time tag team champions.

Mercedes looks at Traci.

Mercedes Vargas: You want to take this one?

Traci Patterson: Sure, why not? First off, I want to say to all those who thought we were a fluke and a joke when we got these titles the first time. This right here shows the world that we truly are the best tag team in the world today. It doesn't matter if you are a male or female tag team, we are the best. And I think after last week I proved something else too. I proved that there is only one true powerhouse female in SCW! That is me. And Rock Rose, if you ever think about trying me again, I will put you in a wheelchair! You know what, as of now I'm putting the rest of you Bombshells on notice: If you get in the ring with me, you'll see why I'm Texas Tough.

With that Traci adjusted the belt on her shoulder and flexed her biceps as the camera move towards Mercedes.

Mercedes Vargas: You know, Rocky, it's nice to be appreciated by people who know the meaning of hard work and endeavor paying off instead of resting on one's laurels. But let's not forget, Rocky, making history is what I do. Not only are Traci and I the first-ever two-time Bombshell Tag Team Champions, as you rightly said, but I am the first Bombshell to hold the Roulette and Tag Team Championship on two occasions.

Mercedes holds up two fingers.

Mercedes Vargas: Don't get me wrong, 2014 has been a banner year for the Bombshells Division. Vixen tied Misty's mark for most Bombshell Championship reigns, she's the first-ever double champion, Roxi became a two-time champion, and even Electra Styles shocked the world when she won the title in no less then her third match since she set foot in SCW. Kudos to them. But you compare that to what I've done in 2014. Longest unpinned/unsubmitted streak for a Bombshell in SCW history, I have yet to be pinned or forced to submit in singles competition going on over a year now. Rocky, I could go on, but by that time Climax Control would be over and these good-paying fans would be robbed of a great show tonight, and for that I would never forgive myself.

Mercedes unbuckles her championship from around her waist and places it over her shoulder before she turns to the camera.

Mercedes Vargas: So, apparently, tonight is a two-fer for me. Number one, I get to watch Roxi and Zuri Justice square off in a mixed tag match with their respective partners, Simon Jones and Jericho Hill. The other thing is I've heard there's going to be a number one contender's match for the Bombshell Tag Team Championship. Two Johnny-come-lately tag teams are gunning for our titles, having never once teamed before, but they will get their golden opportunities to take these titles away from us at Into the Void III in Viva Las Vegas. Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall I know all too well, but Marisol Hawkes and Tammi Taylor....

Traci Patterson: Ummm, it's actually Tiami Tyler.

Mercedes Vargas: ...not so much. Mari's uneventful weekend was made all the more worse when she lost to Liz Smalls, of all people. I know I wouldn't have shown my face after that. I sure hope she doesn't let her partner down tonight, and the same goes for Amy and Jessie. That said, ladies, may the best team win. And remember, it's not really about earning the right to face us, it's about earning the right to lose to us. See you in two weeks.

There is yelling going on and Mercedes pauses and turns to her left. The camera does as well. Blanca is seen making a beeline towards Mercedes, who gets out of dodge.

Traci Patterson: Hey! What's going on here?

Blanca Chastain: Stay out of this!

The cameras catch up to Mercedes further along the backstage area, running into things and is just so uncoordinated as stagehands and backstage personnel hopelessly stare. She looks behind her continuing to run. Her body giving out on her, Mercedes stops to catch her breath for a moment before she turns another corridor and tries to get away but instead backs away slowly. Bryon Mansfield, the bodyguard of Zuri and Blanca, cracks his knuckles with a sinister grin. Mercedes holds a hand up and continues to keep some distance between her and the bodyguard. Zuri appears from behind him with a smirk plastered on her face.

Zuri Chastain: And just where do you think you are going, Mercedes? Did you think that I would forget about that cheap shot on me? It takes a real coward to attack from behind but it takes a genius to face the coward face to face. I can see that you have a some gold around that waist of yours. It would be really bad if you lost that belt from an unforeseen accident.

Blanca smashes a forearm into the back of Mercedes' head and causes her to drop one half of the tag titles. Zuri kneels down and picks up said belt. Mercedes holds her head as Zuri looks at the belt.

Zuri Chastain: Such a very pretty belt, Mercy. You really should take better care of it. I mean, throwing it around like that could damage the gems on the strap.

Zuri walks closer to Mercedes as Blanca roughly pulls back her hair and holds Mercy's head in place. Zuri places the belt right next to Mercedes' face while clamping her jaw shut.

Blanca Chastain: Take a good look, Mercedes. Because it's only a matter of time before your record of not getting pinned or made to submit comes to an end. What do you say to that?

Zuri lets go of Mercedes as she looks up and answers tersely.

Mercedes Vargas: What do I say to that? Fat chance, bitch.

In an open act of defiance, Mercedes then spits in Zuri's face to Blanca's surprise. Zuri wipes off the dribble using the back of her hand before responding with a piercing slap to Mercedes that causes her to stumble. The floodgates have opened now as she puts up a struggle and is actually able to fight off the sisters momentarily until Zuri nails her with the title belt from behind, sending Mercedes to the ground. She is able to get to her hands and knees causing Blanca to give her a well placed kick to the abdomen.

Zuri Chastain: Mercedes, you will soon learn the hard way that NO ONE CROSSES LADY JUSTICE. See you soon.

Zuri drapes the title across her chest and turns to leave but stops suddenly as Mercedes can be heard coughing. In an open act of defiance, Mercedes speaks weakly.

Mercedes Vargas: Better hope this time I get extra credit.

Having grown tired of the insolence, Blanca gives Mercy a swift kick to the face before stepping over her and joining Zuri. Without even a second glance, the sisters and their bodyguard disappear around the corner as the cameras stay on an unconscious Mercedes, laid out and prone on the floor next to her title.

Justin: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Number One Contendership for the Bombshell Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the team of Tiami Tyler and Marisol Hawkes!

Music begins to play as two of the newest SCW Bombshells make their way down the ramp and in to the ring.

Justin: And their opponents…

“Scream” by The Misfits begins to play as ‘The Punk Rock Princess’ Amy Marshall and the ‘Heavy Metal Bombshell’ Jessie Salco come out to a roaring response from the Tempe, AZ crowd.

Adams: Arizona is happy to see the Metal and Punk Connection.

They stand ten feet apart from one another on the stage and raise their hands in the air. The turn to each other, nod, and then sprint down the ramp and slide into the ring and immediately go after Tyler and Hawkes.


Simone: Salco and Marshall and wasting little time as they are already starting to establish their dominance in this one.

Drew Patton tries to separate the ladies and establish some sort of order in the ring. He finally gets Marshall and Tyler to exit the ring, leaving Jessie Salco and Marisol Hawkes in the center of the six-sided circle.

Adams: Finally we can get things going.

Jessie and Hawkes lock up in the center of the ring and immediately Marisol over powers her foe, sending the heavy metal enthusiast into a side headlock. Marisol tightens her hold on Jessie’s head, which forces Salco to drop to one knee.

Simone: Marisol showing off her grappling prowess here…

Hawkes lines up her fist and then hits Jessie with three consecutive thunderous shots to the side of the head.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

She throws Jessie down to the canvas face first and sizes her up for a moment. She watches Salco for a moment before running and delivering a painful boot to the side of her head as she was trying to get up. Marisol walks over and tags Tiami who enters through the ropes. The lock hands and run full speed towards Jessie Salco as she gets to her feet, only to be knocked back down with a vicious looking double clothesline. Marisol exits the ring as Tiami drops down to the mat and hooks the leg of Salco. Drew Patton drops for the count.



Adams: Jessie throws her shoulder up!

Patton throws two fingers up in the air and the action continues. Tyler sits up and then sets her knee down on the chest of Jessie before smacking her a few times. Tiami gets to her feet and prances around the ring in celebration as the Tempe crowd shows their appreciation for her.

Crowd: BOO!

She turns around to bring her attention back to Salco but as she reaches down to grab her; Jessie brings up her leg and kicks her square in the head, knocking Tyler back and down to the canvas.

Adams: This could be the opening that Salco needs! Come on Jessie…tag Amy!

Jessie crawls over and then tags Amy Marshall in, much to the delight of the crowd. The Juneau, Alaska native runs in to the ring and immediately sprints towards Hawkes and dives at her, knocking her off of the apron and down to the concrete floor. She turns to Tyler who had stumbled to her feet but has her back to Marshall. As Tyler turns around Marshall hits her with a spinning heel kick that knocks Tiami back down to the mat. Amy grabs the leg and hooks as she goes a for a quick pinfall attempt. Drew Patton drops down for the count.



Simone: No! Tyler kicked out!

Amy gets up and drags Tyler up by her arm. While she still holds the arm, she slams Tiami in the face with a hard right hand that drops her right back down to the mat. Marshall kicks her in the gut and begins to start stomping her. As her boot continues to drop down, Tyler rolls to the ropes and sneaks out from the underneath the bottom rope.

Adams: A wise decision by Tiami Tyler to get out of the way.

Tyler gets to her knees and Marisol Hawkes comes over and helps her to her feet. Seeing this, Amy looks across the ring at the ropes and then looks out the to the crowd before a huge smile comes across her face. She runs to the opposite side of the ring, bounces off the ropes, and then sprints back toward the other side.

Simone: Oh no! x

Adams: We’re about to have a flying punk rocker!

Marshall flies through the ropes. At the last second Hawkes moves out of the way just as Amy crashes into Tiami with a perfectly executed suicide dive which sends Tyler’s skull smacking off the steel barricade. With both legal women now both on the outside, Drew Patton has no choice but to start his count.


As both women lay hurt on the outside, Hawkes moves in to try and even the odds a little bit. As she gets closer something comes flying in from off the frame.

Simone: Watch out!

Jessie Salco comes come crashing down across the chest of Marisol with a high cross body from the top rope. As Marisol lay down in pain, Jessie jumps to her feet and screams out the crowd.

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!


Jessie turns to Tiami and peels her up off of the stone floor before shoving her back under the rope and into the ring. She helps Amy to her feet before getting back up on to the apron. Amy climbs into the ring flips Tiami over onto her back and goes for the cover. Patton drops to the canvas fro the count.




Adams: No! Tiami kicked out at the last second!

Amy goes to pick Tiami up and she goes to send her into the corner but Tyler reverse, and sends Amy instead. With a bit of breathing room she goes to tag in Marisol but when she goes to reach for her, Hawkes still hasn’t made it to the apron from the concrete floor. She panics for a second and as she turns around, Amy Marshall is standing right there waiting for her.


Amy grabs Tami and hits with her with an impressive looking Wheelbarrow Facebuster.

Adams: Did you see that?!

Instead of going for the pin, Amy walks over to her respective corner and tags in the Heavy Metal Bombshell who climbs to the top rope. She stands perched for a moment, screams out into the crowd and then launches into a high angle 450 splash.

Simone: WALL OF DEATH! It’s over.

Jessie hooks the leg.



Crowd: THREE!


Justin: Here are your winners…Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall the Metal and Punk Connection!

“The Art of Partying” by Municipal Waste begins to play as Amy and Jessie celebrate their victory in the center of the ring. As they are about to leave their music cuts off abruptly and “Hold Me, Kill Me, Kiss Me, Thrill Me” by U2 begins to play as Mercedes Vargas and Traci Patterson walk out.

Adams: It’s the Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Belinda. What are they doing out here?

Simone: I have no idea, Jason.

The champions get in the ring and a stare down ensues with both Mercedes and Traci holding up their titles high in the air. Jessie, annoyed by their arrogance, shoves Mercedes back. Vargas immediately goes after Salco and a brawl begins in the center of the ring. Multiple referees run down from the back with a few SCW security officers.

Adams: It’s pandemonium! All four women are going after each other!

The referees are able to separate them as “Hold Me, Kill Me, Kiss Me, Thrill Me” by U2 begins to play again.

Adams: I don’t know about you Belinda, but I can’t wait for Into the Void III!

07/20/2014 - Las Vegas, NV - Gold Coast Casino

Traci Patterson and Mercedes Vargas © vs. Metal And Punk Connection (Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco)

The cameras switch backstage once again, opening up just outside the dressing rooms reserved for NXT. Three time former Bombshell Champion, Misty, is seen rounding a corner, heading for the dressing room, her worried eyes giving away her mood. She opens the door and heads inside where Spike and Eden are waiting.

Spike: So, did you find Drake?

Misty lifts her head and brings her eyes to meet Spike's.

Misty: How did you know I was going to find Drake?

Spike: It's not that hard to figure out, Misty. And judging by the look on your face, things didn't go well?

Misty shrugs, unsure of how to answer that. She walks over and takes a seat next to Eden, hugging her daughter and taking the opportunity to tickle her a bit. Eden squeals and giggles.

Misty: I tried to talk him out of this match tonight.

Spike's eyes widen and he looks at Misty with a look of shock.

Spike: You did what? Why would you do that?

Misty: Why wouldn't I? He just had neck surgery three months ago, Spike. He's not even supposed to be wrestling anymore and now he's going out there to face Sean Jackson of all people. I don't have a good feeling about this...

Spike: Look, I know you're worried about him, but it's his decision. He knows the risks, but I think the smarter thing to have done would have been to support his decision instead of try and talk him out of it.

Misty looks at Spike, a bit confused. Eden just listens intently to them, get as much information as her six year old brain can possible get.

Misty: How am I supposed to support it? What happens if, or when, something goes wrong out there?

Spike: Maybe you should try thinking positive about this. Stranger things have happened, and I think Drake just might surprise us all out there.

Misty: I'm trying to be positive, Spike. I really am. But, Drake was pretty much the only person there for me last year when I had no one else. He believed me when I said I was sorry about all the sh.....stuff I had done. I'd just hate to see anything happen to him.

Eden suddenly giggles and she looks up at her mother.

Eden: I think Mommy liiiiikes Drake...

Misty looks down at Eden, shocked, and Spike lets out a little chuckle. Misty tickles Eden again, causing her to laugh and squeal loudly.

Misty: Hey, who asked for your opinion, huh?

Eden: I did!

She giggles again and Misty just shakes her head, turning her attention back to Spike.

Spike: Well, when you've got as much passion about this business as Drake does, you don't let anything tell you that you can't do it anymore.

Spike gives Misty a stern look and nods. Misty studies that look and rolls her eyes.

Misty: Why do I get the feeling we're not talking about Drake anymore? You know why I left, Spike...

Spike: Yeah, and it was a crap reason, like I said. We won't get into this debate again, but I still say you need to re-think your decision because this place could use you around here again. Unless you haven't noticed...

Misty lets out a loud laugh.

Misty: Oh, I've noticed. It's impossible NOT to have noticed. Hey, Eden, how about we go get some snacks from the catering table? They always get some great stuff.

Spike shakes his head as Misty quickly changes the subject, avoiding it all together. Eden jumps up excitedly and heads to the door.

Spike: Nice try, but you can't avoid it all together, Misty. I know you.

Misty: Thanks, Spike, but I'm perfectly fine with how things are now. Nobody needs me back in this place. They've made it pretty obvious.

Misty and Eden then head out the door and turn down the hall to go find the catering table. Spike stays behind, shaking his head.

Spike: Oh...I think she needs to be back here as much as everyone else does. I just wonder when she's going to figure it out.

As the cameras switch backstage, Simon Jones is seen wandering along a corridor, seemingly searching for something, his eyes shifting from side to side. It is not long before Simon finds what he is looking for, as he comes to a stop outside of one of the locker rooms - that of the New XTremes. Simon knocks on the locker room door, and seconds later it is opened by the leader of NXT himself, Spike Staggs, who Simon greets with a smile.

Simon: Just the man that I wanted to speak to; I was hoping that you would be here.

Spike: Hey there, Simon. How’s things been going for you? Been a while since we chatted…

Spike offers a friendly smile despite his complete surprise. He extends his arm out for a handshake, which Simon accepts

Simon: Things are good, thanks. I'm not interrupting anything, am I?

Spike: No, not at all. I was just congratulating Jessie after her tag team match tonight. I think she’s heard enough of it anyway… So, how’s it going? What can I do for you?

Spike looks at Simon, a little confused as to what he might be there for. He knew it wasn’t like Simon to just appear out of nowhere like this.

Simon: There's something that I would like to discuss with you.

Simon turns his head, glancing either side of himself, before looking back to Spike.

Simon: Is it okay if we talk out here - in private?

Looking even more surprised, Spike slowly closes the door behind him, nodding his head as he apprehensively steps out into the hallway.

Spike: Yeah, sure thing. Is something wrong, or…?

Spike looks concerned as he leans against the wall, giving his knee a rest as he continues to stare at Simon, wondering.

Simon: No, everything is fine - certainly nothing for anyone to be worrying about. There's just something that I thought you might be able to help with.

Simon takes a quick glance towards Spike's leg.

Simon: How's your knee, by the way?

Spike: The knee is getting better. I got to take the brace off finally, but I need some more physical therapy. Thanks for asking.

Spike looks a bit relieved as he loosens up his posture.

Spike: Okay, sorry for being defensive. I’m not used to people coming to me out of the blue with good news… What can I do for you?

Simon: I'm going to assume that your uncle doesn't divulge much information to you about his activities. Well, for the past few weeks, I've been trying to convince him - and consequently, Mark and Christian - to offer a contract to someone that I befriended a couple of months ago, while I was back in the UK. But unfortunately, I don't seem to be having much success.

Spike: Yeah, people think that we’re extremely close, but we’re not really the type to share the details of our day. I believe I’ve seen who you are talking about on Twitter. Natalie, right?

Spike nods his head as if he already knows the answer despite having to ask the question. He smirks as he waits for Simon’s inevitable answer.

Simon: Yup, that's her: Natalie McKinley; she's looking to break into wrestling, somewhere - and I thought, where better than SCW?

Simon shrugs his shoulders, not expecting a response to what he considers to be a rhetorical question.

Simon: However, when I last spoke to your uncle, he told me that Mark and Christian are hesitant to hire a rookie.

Spike chuckles aloud at this assertion as he looks around to make sure that no one else is listening in on their conversation.

Spike: Right, because Liz Smalls and Katherine Kensington are wrestling icons? They’re pretty faces with nice bodies, and that’s why they are in SCW…

Spike shakes his head at the thought before rolling his eyes for emphasis.

Spike: Have you sparred with her at all? I mean, does she show any promise inside of the ring?

Simon: Yeah, I did some sparring with her. I'm not used to sparring with females, so it made for a bit of a change...

Simon pauses for a moment to think. He then sighs slightly, before continuing.

Simon: She's rough around the edges - as would be expected of any rookie. But I could definitely see signs of potential - signs of what she could do, if given a chance; she has committed herself to training for a career in wrestling, and all she needs now is for someone to give her the opportunity to prove her ability.

Spike nods his head slowly as he listens to Simon’s explanation. He takes a second to digest it and then he sighs.

Spike: People have been calling me the dog catcher lately, because I have a thing for taking in stray wrestlers in need of direction. I just get these feelings about people, and I want to help them be better. People play it out to be a bad thing, and with the turnover rate of NXT members, I can’t really argue that.

Spike offers a smile toward Simon, but it is one that insists he is nervous in regards to what he is about to say. Spike sighs once more.

Spike: I guess what I’m saying is that I understand your situation all too well. You see people in need of a chance, and no one wants to give it to them, much like myself twelve years ago.

Simon: I suppose it's something that we all have to go through at the start of our careers. In any line of work, employers value experience. But if you're good enough, then a lack of experience shouldn't matter.

Simon scratches the back of his head.

Simon: Look, I'm sure that Natalie will get an opportunity somewhere, even if it's not here; there's numerous other promotions out there, some of which are in desperate need of talent - one of them is bound to give her a chance, eventually. But as I told your uncle, I want to have Natalie start her career here, in SCW, as no other promotion provides the platform for female wrestlers to compete that SCW does.

Spike nods his head in agreement as an idea seems to strike him.

Spike: What do you think her chances would be of joining Sin City Wrestling if she were backed by, not only an NeWA World Cruiserweight Champion, but an NeWA World Heavyweight champion as well? I mean, between the two of us, we’ve got 3 SCW Heavyweight title reigns. That has to count for something, right?

Smiling, Simon nods his head.

Simon: I would certainly hope so. And as far as you giving Natalie your backing is concerned, I was hoping that your involvement could extend beyond simply helping to ease her path into SCW.

Spike: Oh? What exactly did you have in mind?

Spike smirks as if to say he sees where this is going.

Simon: For all of her potential, Natalie would still benefit from having someone around to guide her in the early stages of her career. Now, as you said earlier, it's been a while since we've chatted - but it can't have escaped your attention that, in two weeks' time, following Into The Void, I'm going to be leaving SCW. So supposing that Natalie does become a member of the roster here, then she would be arriving in Vegas, just as I'm returning to the UK - meaning that I would not be able to be the someone to guide her.

Simon puts one hand on his hip, and as he briefly looks away from Spike, he rubs his chin with his other hand; Simon composes himself, and then looks back to Spike.

Simon: When you approached me last year, to guage my interest in joining NXT, I couldn't see how I would fit into the group. But Natalie, well, she certainly fits the description that is associated with NXT, of "young, hungry wrestlers." So, how would you feel about adding a rookie bombshell to your group?

Spike: Well, we’ve got a number of Bombshells in NXT already… but as I’m famous for, I tend to have trouble turning away from a good thing. Why don’t we see if she gets offered a contract with SCW, and maybe I could meet her to see if she’s a good fit?

Spike folds his arms across his chest as makes himself comfortable against the wall.

Simon: I'm sure that Natalie would be happy to meet with you, so that you can see what you think of her; as for her being offered a contract, I just hope that the men whose decision that is, can be persuaded to do the right thing.

Spike: Well, contrary to popular belief, I don’t have any real pull with my uncle, but I’m sure if he and Mark hear that Natalie will be trained by a former champion, they will have to agree to it.

Simon: I hope so.

Simon again turns his head, as he quickly glances around the corridor.

Simon: Well, I probably ought to let you get back to Jessie and the others - I think I've taken up enough of your time.

Simon extends his hand towards Spike, for another handshake. Spike accepts it with a nod of the head as both men part ways, Spike entering the locker room, and Simon walking down the hallway.

07/20/2014 - Las Vegas, NV - Gold Coast Casino

Rage vs. DJ Codair

The camera cuts to Drake Green backstage with Rocky Mountains.

RM: Drake Green, Mr. Showtime, back in Sin City Wrestling. How does it feel?

Drake: It always feels good to be back here, Rocky. Nothing is more exciting than being in front of a SCW crowd.

RM: How’s the neck? Can it handle the pressure that Sean Jackson may put on it tonight?

Drake: We’ll have to see Rocky but I’m sure it’ll hold up just fine.

RM: I’ve been dying to ask you, the night you were here for the Drake Green Appreciation night, with all of the injury problems you’ve had like the neck injury that forced you out of wrestling in the first place, why did you accept the match?

Drake: A lot of people have been asking me that question lately, Rocky. The truth is...I’m a wrestler. It’s what I do and I just couldn’t stay away. I-

At that time, someone else steps into the picture. Sean Jackson and the evil jezebeth Vanessa.

Sean: Spoken like a true fraud Drake, a true fraud. Let me explain to you the REAL reason why Drake Green came back Rocky…

As Sean speaks, he can’t help but look Ms. Mountains up and down as Vanessa moves in close, groping at her hair.

Sean: He came back because just like Max, he thinks that he has that one more match left in him. He thinks….

Drake: Are we really gonna do this now, Sean? You think by coming over here you’re gonna get in my head and do the whole…

Drake does air quotes.

Drake: ...Mental Rapist thing? I’m way beyond your bush league tactics, Jackson. This ain’t the NWA. This ain’t BACW. This is the real deal. Are you sure you’re in the right place?

A smile forms on Sean’s face. The wheels of evil thought spinning in his head. If there was ever a man who wished ill will on anyone, it would be Sean Jackson.

Sean: See Rocky, ever the fraud. I heard from the dirt sheets that ole Drake here was pinned up in some mountain cabin, away from the world, drinking his life away. But yet, he comes out, and in front of his…..

Sean gives his own air quotes.

Sean: Own fans, and gets all butt hurt during his own Drake Green Appreciation Night. What was the matter Drake? were you upset because we didn’t come bearing gifts? maybe some vodka would have made you happier?

Sean looks over and smiles at Vanessa, who is now sniffing Rocky’s hair.

Drake: For the record, I only drank scotch. But what really gets me Sean isn’t your attitude. I know you’re a prick bastard. But I just don’t understand why you don’t let a real man help out ole’ Vanessa over here. Home girl hasn’t smiled in like two decades.

Sean: Butterscotch ripple, apple cidar, whatever you want to call it nowadays. I heard that during those long months, you would drink anything to dull the pain. To make all the misery disappear, if only for a few hours. You know what’s funny Drake? the mere fact that everyone who crosses paths with Sean Jackson, always manages to go to rehab for one reason or another.

Again, Sean turns his attention to Rocky Mountain

Sean: And I can think of a perfect reh….

Drake: Ok, there Casanova. You’ve made your point. You’re tough and scary but you know what? You’re also really, really ugly.

Rocky Mountains chuckles.

Drake: So why don’t you take your vietnamese whore back to the HSI dressing room and you guys can circle jerk...yeah I think she does have one...with Mark Ward and sing KumBayAh and rejoice in the fact that in two weeks you’ll be on the bottom of the card and I’ll be something you couldn’t accomplish, SCW Champion.

Vanessa quickly looks at her hands, then as she puts them behind her back, shakes her head from side to side as if to totally disagree with Drake Green.

Sean: Hey, Vanessa isn’t a whore. You’re just jealous because….because….

Vanessa gives him a quick jab.

Sean: Because you don’t have eye candy like this by your side. But I can promise you this much Drake, and you can take it to the bank. I’m going to destroy you. I’m going to make sure that there isn’t enough of you left to be SCW Champion. There’s no way in hell that I’m going to let a drunken, burnt out has-been fraud named Drake Green keep me from my destiny. That being eliminating you from Sin City Wrestling, and from Mark Ward’s life.

Drake: What is it about Mark Ward? Who cares about who’s in his life. I may not like you, Sean, but I always respected you. You were always a man of principle. It may have been a fucked up principle but it was a principle nontheless. Now you’re just a gladhanding yes man and it makes me sick. You’ve lost your edge, kid, and that’s why i know that no matter what you throw at me’s already over. I’ve already won.

Sean: Respected me? respected me? Like I needed your respect. Like I needed anyone’s respect. Answer me this Drake. Where did your respect get me? where did respect from those leech ass fans get me? That’s right Drake, nowhere. But I’ll do you one better. Where did respect get you? I’ll tell you what it got you. A broken neck, a broken down shell of a body that needed alcohol just to get through the day. Yes, I maybe a gladhanding yes man, but I’m a rich gladhanding yes man who will soon, and I do mean very soon, be the next SCW heavyweight champion. While you on the other hand, will be sitting back waiting on that next Drake Green Appreciation Night, so you can feel better about yourself while these idiot fans stroke your little ego. But not to worry Drake, they’ll forget about you soon enough. They always do.

Drake: That’s the difference between me and someone like you Sean. They will forget about you. They’ll watch highlights of my great, gold ridden, career and some of them will include clips of me beating your ass and you know what they’ll say? They’ll say ‘Damn, that guy used to be good. What was his name again?’ They’ll forget about you because people like you, people who sell out, aren’t worth the effort it takes to say your name. But me...they’ll be chanting my name long after I’m gone. Whether that’s tonight, tomorrow, next week, or next year. I’ll always be Mr. Showtime and you’ll always be a sell out that crapped out.

Sean: Oh Drake, how many more times are you going to lie to yourself? Oh wait, I’m sorry, you have that plausible deniability because you locked yourself away in that mountain cabin, away from the rest of the world. Well, let me enlighten you Drake, the fans that you clamour for? the fans that you seem to live for? they forgot all about you. Every. Last. One. Of. Them. As far as they were concerned, you were no longer performing for them, so they forgot all about you. Matter of fact, while they were forgetting all about you, some of them have managed to find their way to Hot Stuff International. So ask yourself this one final question Drake. What happens when I put your broken ass on the shelf again?

With that, Sean looks over at Rocky Mountain and blows her a kiss. He then motions to Vanessa and they walk away, leaving Rocky Mountain and Drake Green standing there.

The lights went black, completely black in the stadium ready for this big match up. The fans as quite as they heard the air move around them and people with their nosebleeds. The lighting began to change as the song began to play showing a video as lights began to change to blue lighting as the song begins to come over the PA System. Fog began to appear as a man slowly emerged shrouded by a black and white umbrella twirling about, as he twirled it away from his body and onto his left shoulder revealing this new black slacks and shirt to go with a silver tie and his signature black coat and a mask upon his face where several dreadlocks are formed. The fans cheering as the ring announcer announces this unknown figure.

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from St. Louis, Missouri, standing at 5 feet 8 inches, and weighing in at 235 pounds, he is your SCW Roulette Champion…EEEEEEEEEEEQUIIIIIIIINOOOOOX!!!

Equinox slowly folded in the Umbrella holding it firmly in his hand running down the ramp frantically as he takes a sharp turn to the steel steps running over to them hopping handing the ref the umbrella. He hopped down and landed in the arms of the fans cackling evil as they let him go as he clapped the hands of all the fans before heading back up the steel steps and proceeded to slap the steel steps before pulling up the ring apron and cackling at the thoughts of the chaos that could be caused. Once he was in the ring he began to unbutton his jacket revealing his new shirt which can be found on SCW.Net as he let out a bloody scream.

Justin Decent: And his opponent! Hailing from parts unknown, standing at 6 feet 8 inches, and weighing in at 300 pounds. Being accompanied to the ring by Synn and Kittie he is the Sin of Rage…RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!

”Monster” by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Rage, Rage, appears from behind the curtain. His manager, Synn, stands on one side of him, while his valet, and fellow Seven Deadly Sins stablemate, Kittie, stands on the other. They stand at the entrance for a few moments before Rage raises his clenched fist above him, eliciting a mixred reaction from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring with a dark almost demonic look on his face. Once he gets to the ring, he pulls himself up to the apron, using the second rope, then steps over the top rope to enter the ring. Synn and Kittie take their place on the outside of the ring as Rage looks to the backstage entrance. His music dies down and he waits for his opponent to enter.


Simone: What a way to kick things off for these guys!

Adams: It is like David versus Goliath squared tonight! To think that Equinox actually requested this match, and Rage was more than happy to accept!

Equinox flings Rage into the ropes, where he rebounds with a powerful clothesline that drops Equinox to the mat. He drops down to the mat, choking the smaller opponent as both men thrash around wildly. The fans boo as Jasmine comes over and threatens him. Rage ignores it as he focuses in on what he is doing. Jasmine tries once more before quickly counting. 1! 2! 3! 4! Rage immediately lets up on the choke. He looks to Jasmine as if asking if she is pleased. He then turns back to Equinox, ready to go back at him, but Equinox rolls out of the way quickly, getting up to his feet. He quickly nails a Dropkick to Rage’s face before he can get back up to his feet. Rage falls backward as Equinox jumps up in a sort of celebration as his Joker’s cheer.

Adams: Equinox is on fire here tonight! But will it be enough to keep the Sin of Rage down?

Simone; There is only one way to find out! Equinox had better not celebrate too much, or Rage just might take advantage of that.

As if he knows better, Equinox quickly turns back around toward Rage, hitting a jumping Knee Drop to Rage’s head! Equinox runs over to the ropes, leaping onto the second one for a Lionsault! However, Rage moves out of the way, and Equinox lands on his feet. He stumbles around as Rage Spears him into the corner. He rams his knees in an alternating manner, digging into Equinox’s stomach, pounding him into the corner.. Rage charges forward, ready to drive a knee into Equinox’s face, but he ducks down, causing Rage to collide knee first with the turnbuckle!

Adams: Oh, that couldn’t have been comfortable for Rage, there!

Simone: It would seem that Rage is rebounding quickly from it, however. But is it quick enough?

The crowd laughs at the misfortune until Rage charges right at Equinox. Equinox ducks the Big Boot, and as he turns around with a Spinning Heel Kick, Rage grabs onto his leg, causing Equinox to hop up and down. Rage wrenches his elbow into Equinox’s knee, causing the much smaller competitor to try anything he can to get out of it. He goes for an Enziguiri, but Rage ducks it, leaving Equinox no other choice but to charge his foot up into Rage’s face, knocking him back several paces! He takes a quick breather before running at Rage, leaping into the air for a powerful Cross Body Splash. Rage catches his opponent in mid air, running forward to charge Equinox into the furthest corner. He steps back and rams him once more before propping him up on the top rope.

Simone: And just as fast as Equinox has turned this around, Rage has him backed into a corner... literally.

Adams: And he’s in the most compromising spot he could possibly be in. Rage is climbing up for a Superplex!

He forces Equinox to stand on the top rope, hooking an arm around his neck. The fans boo as he goes to lift Equinox up and over. However, Equinox hooks a leg under the pad, stopping himself from going over. Rage rams a fist into Equinox’s side before trying for another. He gets the same result. However, after the third attempt, Rage Headbutt’s him, disorienting the smaller grappler. He brings Equinox up and over with the Superplex! The ring shakes from the impact as the fans watch on with intrigue. Rage falls backward onto the mat. Equinox rolls around on the mat as he tries to collect his head for a moment as Rage rises up quickly. As Rage approaches him, lifting him off of the mat. He flings him into the corner, following him closely for a Clothesline that sandwiches him. He rebounds with yet another into the opposite corner, however this time, Equinox moves out of the way. He finds his way to another nearby corner, jumping up onto the top. As Rage follows him, Equinox leaps off with a Top Rope Hurricanrana! Both men Equinox down hard onto the mat.

Fans: THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap*

Adams: I can’t argue with them, Simone! That was a risky move, but he pulled it off.<.font>

Simone: He pulled it off, but was it worth the risk? Both men seem to be winded after that one, especially Equinox, who has been flying around the ring tonight.

Equinox rolls around on the mat, kicking at it slowly. Rage blinks slowly as he rolls over onto his side. Equinox does the same just seconds later. However, he is much quicker at getting back to his feet with what seems to be a second wind! The fans go wild as Equinox darts across the ring, stopping Rage by hitting a hard Clothesline to the back of his head. He knocks him down to the mat, jumping on his back with a Camel Clutch. Meanwhile, he keeps his eyes on Synn and Kittie on the outside, waiting for them to make a move, almost taunting them. Rage eventually makes it to the ropes for a break, and it is just a little too close for comfort. Before Jasmine can tell Equinox to break, Kittie reaches inside, smashing a fist into Equinox’s face, knocking him back, but Jasmine doesn’t quite see this. Kittie quickly backs away innocently while Synn gives her a dirty look.

Adams: How did Jasmine not see that? It was completely obvious!?

Simone: Maybe she’s suffering from referee blindness like the other two have been lately. We need a better vision plan for the referees!

Rage quickly gets back to his feet, and he is not too happy as per usual. He grabs onto Equinox’s hair and tosses him against the ropes. As Equinox rebounds, Rage lifts him up for a powerful Flapjack that causes the aerial artist to land face first onto the mat. Rage lifts him up from the mat almost as if he were a rag doll, and he tosses him up for yet another Flapjack! He rolls him over onto his back and falls down with an Elbow Drop, locking it on for an arrogant pin.




Simone: That was surprisingly closer to a three count than I expected, but damn, Rage is on fire!

Adams: He is? Quick, somebody get a fire extinguisher!

Equinox rolls out from under Rage and works his way over to the corner. He uses the ropes to pull himself up to a standing position, but it is just in time to have Rage nail him with a Big Boot to the face! Rage lifts Equinox up and drops him face first into the turnbuckle, causing his head to bounce off of it. Rage jogs backwards as he gets ready for another Body Avalanche, but Equinox drops down out of the way. He surprises everyone by Headbutting Rage in the groin, causing him to fall down to the mat. Equinox then climbs up to the top rope.

Simone: He’s taking another risk, but will it be worth it?

Adams: One way to find out, Simone... Incoming!

Equinox leaps off of the top rope, landing hard with a Frog Splash on top of Rage’s back. He turns Rage over, hooking the leg as Jasmine turns around and drops down for the count.



Rage gets his shoulder off of the mat before lifting Equinox up, tossing him back a few feet. As he gets to his feet, Rage quickly picks Equinox off of the mat. He picks him up for a Samoan Drop, planting him hard on the mat again. He hovers over Equinox, hooking the leg for a pin.



Simone: And Equinox gets a shoulder up just after two!.

Adams: That was rather impressive after such a devastating Samoan Drop, but there’s a reason he’s the Roulette Champion...

Rage holds onto the back of his head, glaring down at Equinox as he lifts Equinox off of the mat. He lifts him up into the air, making it seem easy as he holds him up for a Military Press Slam. He dumps Equinox down to the mat, placing his foot over Equinox’s chest for another pin, staring right at Equinox, daring him to stop it.



Rage gets light headed from the exertion of the match thus far, making him stumble off of Equinox. Equinox gets off of the mat and knocks him into the ropes, but Rage grabs onto his neck, choking him again. He lifts him up with a Double Handed Chokeslam! The fans boo this as Rage turns around to soak it in. He practically waves them in, laughing as he saunters around the ring. Their boos turn to cheers as Equinox gets up to his feet. Rage seems confused as Equinox rams a knee into Rage’s stomach, causing him to drop to one knee briefly before getting back up. Equinox nails a Drop Kick that sends Rage crumbling through the ropes and to the outside!

Simone: This match is like a game of ping pong! Both men are really taking it to one another tonight, Adams!

Adams: This is nothing like ping pong. Where’s the paddles? Where’s the balls?

Simone: I think both men have been showing that they have plenty of those tonight…

As Adams groans in confusion, Rage gets back up to his feet. He starts to walk over to the ring when Equinox charges toward the ropes, leaping off with a Suicide Dive! The crowd cheers loudly at this as both men fly back, colliding with the barricade! Jasmine seems to have officially lost control of this match. Jasmine shakes her head, almost seeming furious as she throws her hand into the air. Both men slowly begin to stir as Jasmine begins her count.



Adams: The fans are on their feet right now, Simone... They almost don’t know what to do with all of the action going on tonight!


Simone: It is always amazing when competitors can pull off such moves, but did it really pay off for Equinox?



The fans cheer as Equinox stirs around, holding onto his head. He sits up, looking around as the fans cheer him on, and it seems to drive him.



Equinox slowly rolls inside of the ring as Rage sits up, holding onto his head. He stands up and looks at the ring, not realizing the count is as far along as it is.

Simone: Rage had better hurry up and get inside before he costs himself the match!



Adams And he just barely makes it!

At the last possible millisecond, Rage slides inside of the ring, saving it in the nick of time! The crowd cheers for the action to continue. However, he is clearly out of it. He goes to grab onto Equinox, but Equinox ducks as he grabs onto Rage. He goes to fling the larger competitor into the ropes, but Rage finds the last bit of energy within him to sling him into the corner. Equinox skids to a stop, flipping himself over the ropes and onto the apron! Equinox comes inside of the ring, going after Rage. Rage takes a few steps back to gain some distance as he sizes Equinox up. However, Rage decides to give himself some time to breath.

Simone; What?! Why isn’t he letting up on Equinox?

Adams: It’s called gathering your thoughts, Belinda. You would think this was the first time you’ve seen that...

Simone slaps her forehead as Rage turns around to face his opponent. Equinox springs forward with a clothesline attempt, but it gets ducked by Rage. Rage lifts him up with a Back Body Drop that lands Equinox’s neck across the top rope. As Equinox hold onto his throat, he spins around to face Rage. He finds his way into a Sidewalk Slam and a pin. Jasmine drops down to count.


Adams: And a quick kick out from Equinox right there.

Simone: It would appear that Equinox has had enough time to recover from his little trip to the outside.

Rage pulls Equinox off of the mat and picks him up, hoisting him over his shoulders in Powerslam position. He charges forward, but Equinox wiggles behind him. Rage spins around to get booted in the gut. Equinox gets a huge ovation from the audience as he flings Rage over to the ropes. He falls down, kipping up to do a quick Joker style dance as he cackles. As Rage comes back, he sets him up for the Death Row However, Rage works his way out of it with his size advantage and lifts Equinox off of the mat. He brings him down for a Tombstone Piledriver, also known as The Death Drop! The fans boo as Kittie screeches happily on the outside, jumping up and down. Rage crosses Equinox’s hands over his chest for the pin as Jasmine drops down to count.




Justin Decent: Your winners via pinfall... RAAAAAAAAAAAGE!!!

The match ends as Rage gets back up to his feet he looks down at Equinox. He grabs Equinox by his throat and pulls him back to his feet and then drives him down with a thunderous chokeslam.

Simone: The match is over Rage, don't do this.

Adams: I am not even goign to try to make a joke of this.

Rage looks down at him again. Rage just grabs onto Rage again and pulls him back up to his feet and holds him there for a second as he is visibly barely conscious. Rage then picks him up and drops him down with The Death Drop.

Fans: BOOOO!!!

Rage has a sadistic grin on his face, as Equinox lays in front of him. Rage pulls him back up to his feet again as Rage picks him back up again and hits him with another Death Drop.

Adams: This is wrong.

Simone: Someone has to do something about this, we need security down here, hes going to break his neck.

Rage goes to pull Equinox back to his feet again as the fans erupt.TJ Codair comes running down to ringside and slides back in. Rage drops down on Codair with a double axe handle and starts to wail away on Codair. Codair grabs Rage by his trunks and pulls him into the nearby turnbuckles. Codair quickly rolls back to his feet as Rage turns and glares at Codair.

Simone: Are these two going to stop. Equinox is still laying in the middle of the ring unconcious. He may still have injuries.

Adams: I just want to know if Codair came down to settle the score with Rage, or if he was doing the right thing and saving Equinox.

Rage charges at Codair with a stiff clothesline as Codair ducks pops up behind him and grabs him in a rear waistlock and goes for a German Suplex. Rage blocks, and drives a stiff elbow into Codair's injured taped up ribs. As Codair drops to a knee still holding onto Rages waist. Rage tries to pry Codair off him, however cant, as Rage starts to Drive elbow shot after Elbow shot down on Codair's head. Codair finally releases as Rage turns and drives a stiff knee to Codair's chest, Codair falls forward holding onto his chest trying to catch a breath.

Adams:Man Codair should have never gotten involved, specially in the shape he is in.

Simone: This could very well be the beginning of the end of Codair.

Adams: Look at that sadistic look in Rage's eye. He wants to end this here and now.

Codair falls forward as Rage just picks up Codair and irish whips him to the ropes. Codair comes off the ropes as Rage goes for a chokeslam but Codair quickly rolls underneath and pops up, Rage turns around and is hit with a Release Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex.

Simone: Beautiful execution, it is not often you see a guy Codair's size actually suplex this monster

Adams: Rage is back up though, and hes looking enraged.

Rage throws a wild haymaker punch as Codair quickly dodges and grabs for the rear waist lock again and hits a quick German Suplex on Rage, as Rage is seemingly dazed. Codair tries to pull him back up for another German. Codair gets Rage back to his feet, and goes for the German as Rage quickly blocks the German. Codair quickly pushes Rage off, as Rage turns and grabs Codair for the Chokeslam.

Adams: Hes don...

Rage lifts Codair up for the Chokeslam but Codair quickly drops to the side and stiff fist right into Rages shoulder, then drags him down into the Crossface.

Simone: Codair reversed it, Machinehead, Machinehead.

Codair yanks back on the crossface as the fans erupt in the arena. Codair pulls back hard as Rage tries to power out of the Crossface and manages to roll over as Codair holds on and relocks the Machinehead back in. Rage tries to fight out of it as Codair pulls back as hard as he can and Rage stops moving. Codair continues to apply more pressure as Security and medical staff come running down to the ring.

Adams: To think we were worried about Rage destroying Codair. Codair if he don't let go can do serious damage to Rage.

Simone: Look at where Codair's hands are locked, right in between his eyes.

Security try to get Codair to release the lock as they pull on Codair's arms. Codair yanks back harder as they quickly start to pry at his fingers. Codair refuses to let go as they are yelling at him. The medical staff check on Equinox who is still laying outcold near the opposite ropes. Codair finally releases the crossface as he gets back to his feet and security immediatly back off quickly. Codair glares down at Rage as he lays there a mess. Codair pulls off the loosened tape on his ribs showing the heavily bruised right side as he glares at Rage.

Simone: This has been one hell of a dramatic statement on Codair's part.

Adams: Man, look at those ribs.

Dread and the Fugitive Mind come on the loudspeakers as the fans erupt cheering. He backs off Rage and looks over at Equinox as he slowly exits the ring and gets to the ramp. Codair begins making his way up the ramp as Medical staff are looking over Equinox and now Rage.

Pussy Willow is seen chasing after Horace Jackson after he got kicked out again.

Pussy Willow: Horace are you giving up?

Horace Jackson: Giving up? The Soulless One is not giving up. I warned Mark and I tried telling Erik. If The Empire does not get reinstated then all hell will break loose.

Pussy Willow: But your banned from Into the Void III

Horace Jackson: I fucking promise that The Soulless One will be at Into the Void and there is nothing Mark can do to stop it. The only way he can is if he does it himself. Trust me this is far from over.

Horace walks away from Pussy Willow as the scene fades.

Pussy Willow: Fans I am standing by just outside the locker room of the newly crowned SCW champion Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr. Tonight he is scheduled to assist in the commentary of our main event to determine the top contender to his championship, but before he does he must first go one on one with me!

Unbeknownst to Ms. Willow the champion had quietly emerged from his dressing room during her commentary and had been listening to her speaking with his trademark smirk painted across his face. Hearing the roar of the crowd Pussy Willow spins on her heels and finds herself face to face with yet another of her adamant admirers.

Geno: One on one huh, are you sure you don’t want to bring a friend to make it a threesome?

Ever the professional Ms. Willow quickly composes herself as she makes eye contact with the champion. She ignores the obvious direction of his gaze and focuses on a pre-written list of questions she had previously prepared, although she is suddenly distracted by the large, championship belt draped over his shoulder and the large chunk of precious metal missing from the bottom portion. Her face twists into a mask of perplexity as she studies the curious modification to the trophy.

Pussy Willow: Umm.., you are the newly crowned… uhh… SCW champion but tonight you are about to find out who you will be facing first in defense of uhhm…

Gene suddenly drops the belt from his shoulder to his lower abdomen while sporting a toothy grin.

Geno: Sorry babe, no freebies.

Pussy Willow: Oh no, God forbid!

Quickly collecting herself the reporter gestures to the title belt and the large gape in the precious metal.

Geno: I was thinking about you while wearing it.

Pussy Willow: …,

Geno: Hah you wish! In all seriousness I had a piece of the belt removed and melted down to make a ring.

Pussy Willow: Why a ring?

Geno: I’m sure you’ve heard of the brass ring? Well, let’s face it, brass is beneath me. I’m the gold standard in this business so it’s only fitting to have a special gold ring fitted to mark my ascendance. Back in the old days it was custom to kiss the Holy Roman Emperor’s ring as a sign of servitude and respect. I figured if I am going to rule over SCW then I would need a similar ring so that my sycophants would also have something to kiss.., unless they’re really hot sycophants of course.

Pussy Willow: Umm.., naturally, I guess. Tonight.., erm.., tonight..,

Geno: Sure, we can hook up tonight, right after the show. There’s a motel right across the street, do you have money for the room?

Pussy Willow: Only if I can bring my lawyer. Besides you already have one sexual harassment suit pending.

Geno: Am I the only one who finds it ironic that I am being sued for sexual harassment by a woman named Pussy with a $20,000 boob job..?

Pussy Willow: It was 25,000 and..,

Geno: Hey I was close!

Pussy Willow: About as close as you’ll ever get, but if we could get back on track, tonight you’re the special gust commentator for the main event, a match between Drake Green and Sean Jackson to determine the number one contender to your title. Apart from them, I was wondering who you would consider to be the top ten wrestlers in contention for your crown.

Geno: To say that these people are in contention for my crown would be to imply that they have a shot to begin with. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Pussy Willow: Even if you were to include Drake Green and Sean Jackson?

Geno: You can include Jesus Christ and Moses and it wouldn’t make any difference. Drake Green has about as much chance as a man wearing boxing gloves does of playing with himself and Sean Jackson is like the guy who invented nonstick tape; completely useless. In all honesty I shouldn’t be here doing this tonight ya know? It’s like attending a boxing match between Big Bird and Barney the Dinosaur. So let’s change the subject shall we? Let’s forget about who is going to be the first sacrifice to the Emperor of the SCW and instead talk about..,

He is interrupted by the sudden arrival of a backstage technician, a 20 something redhead sporting long, straight tresses which fall to a crest just past the shoulders. The young woman with porcelain skin and a tiny smattering of freckles drops to one knee in front of the champion and pauses briefly to adjust her black framed glasses to kiss the large chunk of championship belt smelted into a ring.

Technician: Hail Geno.

Pussy Willow looks confused as the woman departs behind a folding wall before turning her attention back to the smirking champion. She does not see the bulky shadow just behind the wall handing her an envelope.

Geno: I give my peasants a choice, they can kiss their Emperor’s ring or scepter.

Another woman approaches, a heavyset brunette wearing a purple tee shirt and blue jeans approaches. As the young lady before her, she drops to one knee taking the would be Emperor’s ring into her hand and kisses it.

Other Woman: Hail Geno.

As with the previous woman she departs behind the folding wall where she is handed an envelope by the bulky shadow and then disappears into the bowels of the arena.

Geno: Usually I make them settle for the ring but sometimes I let them take it a little further…

Another backstage worker, a thinly built black man in his early 20s wearing an outrageous brightly colored ensemble saunters up to the champion sporting a wicked grin. His pants hang low on his waist as he stands before Geno reaching up to tweak a nipple with one hand while reaching out to the champion with the other.

Geno: Dude, you’re gonna have to settle for the ring.

With a pout the man drops to one knee and cradles Junior’s hand lovingly and then leans forward to kiss the ring.

Man: Hail Geno and his royal scepter.

As the man sashays off into the confines of the backstage area Gene turns his attention back onto Pussy Willow.

Geno: But you my dear.., you can have the whole thing. You want to kiss my scepter..?

He reaches out for a feel of her firm backside but is abrasively rebuffed in the form of a right hook to the eye before storming off.

Geno: Editing room, you’re gonna need to cut that last part.

Erik Staggs is seen walking backstage with his clipboard in hand. He is glancing down to see where he is needed next, when suddenly there is a buzzing sound coming from his pocket. He stops and tucks the clipboard under his arm as he fumbles around in his pocket. He pulls the phone out and slides his finger across the screen, tapping away at it. Suddenly a smile crosses his face. His smile gets even bigger as he spots Ms. Rocky Mountains talking quietly with his nephew, Jamie Staggs, off in the corner. He walks right over to her and taps her shoulder, politely interrupting the conversation in progress.

Jamie: … So then I told him, I said… dude? I never jumped head first into the shallow end of a pool. Besides, who’s Gene and why would I swim in his pool?

Jamie chuckles, but Rocky seems excited not to be stuck in this conversation much longer, despite her friendly chuckle. She mouths the words “thank you” to Erik who clears his throat.

Erik: Um, excuse me here, but I was hoping that I might get a word with you on camera? I need to make a few official announcements, one of which is huge!

Rocky politely nods to Jamie before turning to face Erik, bringing the microphone to her lips as she looks over toward the camera.

Rocky: Are you guys ready? *Ahem* Okay, I’ve just been told that Erik Staggs has a few more MAJOR announcements concerning SCW’s show, Into the Void III. Erik?

Erik: It appears that Christian has decided to exercise his powers of authority by adding a stipulation to a previously announced match. It appears, to prevent Gabriel from interfering in the Bombshell Championship match between Vixen and Odette Stevens, he has decided to have this match contested under…

Jamie: Excuse me, but the lady and me were having a conversation… Could you move this along?

Erik rolls his eyes at Jamie as he looks back to the camera, making sure to keep his smile composed. He clears his throat before completely brushing his nephew’s comment off.

Erik: It will be contested under Barbed Wire Rules! We will see just how tough Odette Stevens really is in a first ever brutal match for the Bombshell Championship!

Crowd: *POP!*

Rocky: That is incredible! The Bombshells of SCW have always been held to a greater standard, on an equal playing field with the men, and…

Out of nowhere, Jamie Staggs pops a coconut cream pie into Erik’s face, letting the silver pan sit there for a moment as it slowly drops off with a splat sound. The audience laughs as does Jamie. Erik gently licks at his lips, at least savoring the flavor before Jamie shouts at him.

Jamie: For being a rude d*ck… YOU JUST GOT D*CK’D!

Erik wipes his eyes clear, flinging the bits of pie down to the ground in frustration. He looks over to Rocky, who can’t help chuckling at Erik’s present condition.

Erik: I give up… I really, REALLY give up… You’re just going to have to wait and see what amazing matches await you at Into The Void III…

Erik slowly walks off in search of a towel as Jamie corners Rocky again, ready to tell her another story and we fade.

07/20/2014 - Las Vegas, NV - Gold Coast Casino

Vixen © vs. Odette Stevens

Simone: Oh for crying out loud...I'm getting word that there's yet another situation going on backstage. Can we see what's going on?

The cameras open up backstage where SCW officials and security officers are once again swarming around Rage and TJ Codair, involved in yet ANOTHER brawl, this time near the catering tables. Rage is a little worse for wear after passing out from the Machinehead crossface maneuver, and TJ is visibly tired as well, but that doesn't stop the two. Rage has TJ by the head and he spins him around, tossing him right into the wall! TJ bounces off the wall and crashes to the floor where Rage stomps on his ribs a few times, hard enough to inflict a considerable amount of pain.

Adams: I'm convinced these two are going to kill each other tonight. This is what the fourth encounter between them?

Simone: If someone doesn't put a stop to this, then yes. Clearly security is doing nothing.

The security officers and officials yell at Rage, trying to stop him, but it does no good. Rage places his foot right on TJ's throat, pressing down hard and TJ flails around, hurting. The evil in Rage's eyes is more apparent now than ever as they try and pry him away from Codair.

Rage: Is this what you want, Codair?! Huh?! Fine by me asshole!

Rage increases the pressure even more as TJ stops flailing around, looking as though he passed out. Rage smirks before he bends down, pulling Codair up to his feet, though he's clearly dead weight. Rage turns around, looking at the catering table, and gets a sinister look in his eyes.

Simone: Oh no...No! He's not going to do what I think he's going to do is he?!

Rage wraps his hand around TJ's throat, and a few seconds later, he lifts him up then brings him crashing down right through the catering table with a chokeslam! Rage doesn't look like he's finished yet, but the security officals swarm him trying to pull him away. He continues to fight, trying to get back to TJ, until Synn and Kittie come running on to the scene! The both stand directly in front of him.

Kittie: Alright, Rage! I think you've done enough tonight!

Rage: Like hell I have! I'm gonna kill the bastard!

Synn: No! You're not! This has gone on long enough!

Medical officials have now arrived on the scene as they're checking on TJ, and TJ's girlfriend, Deacon Wolfe, has also rushed to his side. Rage glares at Deacon, who gives him a look, begging him to stop. Rage starts laughing evilly as they finally get him to back away.

Rage: Remember what I said earlier, blondie. I suggest if you want that boyfriend of yours to remain breathing, you get him to reconsider. won't like the outcome.

Synn and Kittie pull Rage away down the hall. TJ starts to come to, as Deacon turns her attention back to him and the medical officials as they examine him.

Justin: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is the Main Event of Climax Control!

The fans applaud.

Justin: And this match is to determine the Number One Challenger for the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion at Into the Void III - Make A Wish! Now allow me to introduce to you...

Suddenly Justin is interrupted as the opening chords of 'Magic Man' by Heart heralds a burst of multi-colored pyrotechnics at the head of the ramp. Curious faces bustle towards the railing lining the aisle their collective gaze drawn to the curtains bearing the SCW logo. Trembling briefly the satin gray drapery is parted forcibly by a pair of hands belonging to the Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr. He pauses succinctly, standing between the vibrant illuminations bringing his hands to his hips allowing the crowd to take in the display. Overhead a giant LCD screen dubbed the jumbotron flashes images of the young man performing in the ring, speaking into a microphone and posing with a bevy of bikini clad beauties. Finally, he breaks into a stride, confidently swaggering his way to the ringside area ignoring the thrusting of outstretched hands, his lips curled into a confident smirk as his gleaming cobalt lenses dial into their destination.

Simone: This is what I was afraid of. The Champion is joining us!

Adams: Of course he is! He wants a close look at whoever is going to be meeting him in Las Vegas for the gold. It was advertised.

Simone: I had been hoping it was some kind of cruel prank.

His manager and father, Goldenboy Gene Banton follows behind several paces, allowing his son the entirety of the spotlight. They turn around the corner of the ring and Junior pulls up a chair and has a seat, but not before he rests the SCW title belt prominently on the table for all to see. Jason, reluctantly, passes a headset over to Junior who fits it on and then leans over to look past Jason and he smiles and winks at Belinda.

Junior: `Sup, babe?

Simone: My lunch if you keep that routine up.

Junior: Just being sociable, like the people's champion that I am.

Adams: And we're about to see one of the two men you might be facing in a few weeks.

Junior pops his forefinger from his lips and twirls it in the air.

Justin: Introducing from Dallas, Texas, weighing 220 pounds, accompanied by Vanessa, the Mental Rapist ... Sean Jackson!

Voice Over: "Phoenix, can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

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

A hush falls over the 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 arena 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 wearing black trunks with red HSI lettering with gold trim.

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.

Simone: That man very well could be facing you for the Heavyweight title, right there.

Junior: Psht! Big deal! The only good thing he has going for him is that SMOKIN' hot babe there!

Junior waves at Vanessa, trying to catch her attention.

Adams: Are you kidding? Sean Jackson is a former ACW and NWA Champion! he's a threat inside of the ring.

Junior: He got beat by Jamie Dean. How much of a threat can he be?

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: Can you believe it?…he returns. Drake Green has come home to Sin City Wrestling and he’s done it true Fourth of July fashion!

Green, with a large smile, stands tall in long white wrestling tights with three blue nautical stars on each leg and white boots which have white kick-pads on the front which have the “Male” symbol on them in red. He is wearing red wristbands and a blue, skin tight, t-shirt with his “Male Symbol” logo on the front and “Man Of The People” written on the back. 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

"Burning down the house

Adams: It’s been a long time since we’ve seen Drake in a SCW ring.

Simone: That’s right. We haven’t seen him since Sean Jackson put him out of action at Blaze of Glory in March.

Adams: Did you have to say it like that, Belinda?

Junior: And this is the guy they think can challenge me? SNORE!

Justin: Introducing first, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is Chicago’s own, he is The Man of the People “Mr. Showtime”...Drake Green!

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, motioning for the microphone.

Drake: Helloooo Tempe, Arizooooona!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: It’s been a while but let me see if I still got it…Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages...welcome to the show!

Crowd: Even louder POP!

Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am your Main Event Maker and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: People of Tempe, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!


Drake holds his left arm up and points out to the crowd. He nods his head as he moves his arm, panning through the crowd.

Drake: My oh my have I missed you! But don’t worry Showstoppers. Mr. Showtime is here and he’s here to-

Mister Showtime is suddenly cut off violently from his pre-match ritual greeting as Sean Jackson jumps him before the bell with a lariat to the back of the head, sending Green sprawling and the microphone flying as Drew Patton calls for the bell!


Simone: Oh Lord! It's started off fast before Drake was even ready!

Junior: See? See!? *I* never would have been caught unaware like that!

Vanessa scrambles out of the ring as her 'meal ticket' Sean Jackson viciously stomps down onto Drake's back, unrelenting in dishing out the punishment to his opponent! Drew tries to get him to back off but Sean shoves the official away and continues in his assault!

Adams: Oo better be careful in touching the officials around here!

Simone: Sean is damn lucky that Drew didn't disqualify him for that!

Junior: Hey is anyone else getting hungry? Feel like ordering a pizza?

Sean then drops down and straddles Green's back. Sean pulls his head back and swings a stiff forearm around into his face, then wraps his arm around his throat, choking him from behind as Drew orders the break, and then he begins to count!


Sean releases him and slams Drake's face forward, right straight down into the canvas!

Simone: Sean Jackson is being absolutely ruthless inside of that ring!

Adams: He's bound and determined to get his hands on Geno Junior here.

Junior: Hey! Hey! Hey! I don't swing that way, flattering as it is!

Sean climbs off of his opponent, then stands up and pulls Drake up along with him. Sean then gets a running start and plows Green's face into the corner. Sean then begins hammering away at Drake's exposed back with stiff forearms and closed fists while Drew tries in vain to intervene! Sean then spins Drake around and buries a fist into his gut, driving all of the oxygen from his body, and that sets him up to grab him around the throat by both hands, choking the life out of him!

Adams: Damn! Sean is really living up to his reputation! He wants to put Drake Green down for the count and get a shot at the gold!

Junior: Please! Cut out the middle man and TAKE THE LOSS!

Sean then ducks down and begins burying his shoulder into Drake's midsection once, twice -- THREE times! The Mental Rapist grabs the clearly stunned and winded Drake Green by the hair and trunks and he dumps him out through the ropes and to the ringside floor!

Simone: And that can't be very good for Drake knowing Sean Jackson.

Drew ushers Sean back and he turns aside to begin his count, but the Mental Rapist brushes past the official anyway and climbs out through the ropes and drops to the floor, despite the referee's protests, and Drake immediately greets him with a forearm to the face!

Simone: Drake Green is trying to get that fire lit again and fight back.

Junior: Hm, baby my pilot light never goes out!

Simone: Ugh. I hate the taste of bile.

The official is administering his count as Drake grabs Sean by the arm and whips him towards the barricades but Sean reverses and got Drake up in a fireman's carry!


Sean tries to run Drake into the steel post but Drake slips down Sean's back and slams Sean's shoulder into the steel post!

Adams: That'll take anyone out of commission!

Junior: A-HEM!

Adams: Okay, maybe not you.

Junior: Maybe?

Simone: Take it or leave it.

Sean Jackson reels on the ringside floor, clasping his shoulder as Drew continues the count.


Drake rolls into the ring and Vanessa hurries over to where Sean is on the floor and she screeches encouragement at her man. Sean Jackson struggles to get back to his feet and he pulls himself up onto the apron as Vanessa applauds, encouraging him. Drake runs right up at him and Sean swings wildly at him, but Drake catches his arm and jumps, scissoring it over the ropes!

Simone: He's got Jackson in a short-arm scissors using the ropes for leverage!

Junior: And he calls himself a role model? That's clearly cheating!

Simone: Something you'd know absolutely nothing about.

Junior: You're as correct as you are beautiful.

Adams: Are you going to sit there and take that Belinda?... Ouch!

Drake hangs onto the arm, upside-down, twisting and tightening the scissors as Sean yells in pain and Vanessa screeches at Drew to break it up! Drew indeed starts to count against Drake!


Drake lets go of the hold and rolls aside and backs up as Sean slowly steps inside, favoring his left arm. Drake immediately grabs Sean and plants him with a single-arm DDT, driving his shoulder again into the mat! Drake half nelsons Jackson and rolls him over into a pinning predicament!

Sean kicks out!

Junior: I woulda kicked out at one!

Simone: I find it surprising you admit you'd be caught on your back in the first place.

Junior: Wait! I mean...

Drake gets to his feet and grabs Sean by the hair, throwing a heavy forearm shot into the side of the Mental Rapist's head. Drake throws a second and frowns as the camera catches a close up of Jackson's face to show Sean Jackson smiling in a sick and twisted manner toward his opponent!

Adams: Sick! I think Sean's into the pain that Drake Green is dishing out!

Junior: I knew a girl in high school who was just like that!

Simone: I don't want to know!

Junior: No, seriously...

Simone: Seriously! I don't want to know!

Drake pulls Sean up and throws a forearm into him, sending Sean Jackson staggering into the ropes. Sean then fights back and comes off the ropes with a shot of his own, knocking Drake back a number of steps! Drake lets loose with another shot, and again Sean returns the favor and soon enough, a slugfest erupts in the center of the ring!

Simone: Who the hell is going to win this one?!

Junior: Me.

Adams: You're not even in there!

Junior: But if I was...

Drake blocks a shot from his opposition, then grabs him in a front facelock and brings him up and over into a fisherman's suplex and bridge!

Sean kicks out!

Drake Green then quickly moves toward the nearest corner and quickly climbs to the top as Sean starts to get to his feet. Drake sizes Jackson up and the moment Sean turns around, Drake jumps for a missile dropkick -- only Sean moves aside and Drake crashes on his back and tailbone!

Adams: Holy crap! Drake just missed and fell a good fifteen feet!

Sean picks Drake up, delivering a belly to back suplex and goes right for the cover!

Drake gets his shoulder up!

Simone: The ring rust is really showing on the part of Drake Green! He has spent months away and Sean Jackson has been competing regularly!

Adams: Drake just can't keep control of this one.

Junior: Then he better hope he doesn't get in there with me!

Sean pulls Drake up and set him up for an Irish whip, hitting him with a spine buster and into another cover!

Drake gets his shoulder up again!

Adams: So close!

Sean looks down at Drake on the canvas in pain and Jackson begins to stomp on every part of Drake's body, breaking him down physically! Sean then pulls Drake up and hauls him into his shoulders in a fireman's carry and Jackson just dumps him overhead, dropping Green throat-first onto the top rope! Sean then shoves Drake's head between the top and middle rope, then chokes him on the middle rope while reaching over the top to gouge his eyes at the same time!

Simone: Good god! Is a shot at the gold worth treating another human being like this!?

Junior: Getting your hands on all THIS swag sure as hell is.

Sean then backs up and dashes into the far side ropes, then comes charging off and he hits a Shining Wizard strike to the back of Green's head! Green slumps down to one knee and Jackson drags him back inside by the back of the trunks and throws him harshly to the mat. Sean drops too his knees and covers Drake.

3 - NO! Drake shoots an arm out before the third count!

Sean jumps up and gets in Drew's face, arguing that it was a count of three!

Simone: Sean Jackson is wasting time, arguing with the referee instead of taking the fight to Drake!

Junior: Wellll, the count did look a little slow to me.

Sean then turns around and grabs Drake by the hair, lifting him up into another fireman's carry and he goes for a Samoan Drop, but Drake turns it into a Crucifix rollup!

3 - No! Sean gets free!

Junior: That was a slow count too!

Simone: Then why the hell don't you get a job as a referee then!

Junior: I was declared too fair.

Adams: Oh yak!

Immediately Sean dives into Drake, taking him to the canvas with a spear to the back of the knee! Drake crumbles to the mat in pain, and Sean is all over him with lefts and rights, bludgeoning him in the head and body!

Adams: Think maybe Drake pissed Sean off?

Simone: Maybe just a dollop.

Sean picks Drake up and sets him up for an Irish whip, catching him with a Tilt-A-Whirl backbreaker! Sean laughs as Vanessa cheers her man on. Sean dumps Drake over to the canvas, in clear and complete control! He stands up when familiar music beats across the gymnasium sound system...

"Push me
And then just touch me
Till I can get my
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction..."

Simone: What is...?

Adams: Jamie Dean! Jamie Dean is here!

Indeed the 'Any Night Delight' himself emerges from the back and is greeted by a chorus of cheers! Sean immediately stops what he's doing and slowly stands up, watching as Dean struts down the aisle and towards the ring, slapping some hands and turning his back to others and shaking his backside for their 'delight'.

"Push me
And then just touch me
Till I can get my
Satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction, satisfaction"

Adams: What's Jamie doing out here?

Jamie arrives at ringside and he turns his back and he immediately starts TWERKING to the cheers of the crowd!

Simone: Oh my... if my lunch wasn't already right up there, it would sure as hell be now!

Junior: Great muscle control though... what?

Jamie then winks at Vanessa and turns his back to her, hooks his thumbs in his pants and... MOONS HER!

Adams: Oh. My....!

The crowd cracks of in laughter as Vanessa screams at the insult! In a rage, Sean Jackson starts to go through the ropes when Drake grabs him around the waist from behind and rolls him up into a Backlund Cradle!


The crowd cheers as the bell rings!


Adams: He did it! Drake Green wins!

The fans laugh and cheer as Sean slams his fists into the mat over and over while Jamie backs up the ramp, laughing and pointing towards the ring!

Justin: Here is your winner, and the Number One Challenger for Into the Void III - Make A Wish ... DRAKE GREEN!!!

Drew raises Drake's arm in victory as an enraged Sean is on the ringside floor, destroying everything he sees as Vanessa screams into the ring!

Simone: Then it is now official! Gene Junior, you will be defending your title at Into the Void III - Make A Wish against former champion, Drake Green!

Junior: Don't worry. I got this!

Jamie vanishes backstage as Sean Jackson breaks into a spring, dashing up the aisle as Vanessa follows! Drake stands by the ropes and looks out towards Geno Junior and runs his hands along his waist, signaling that a belt will soon be there!

Junior: You don't stand a chance you sick freak!

Adams: Geno Junior versus Drake Green for the gold! Wow!

Simone: And it happens in just two weeks in Las Vegas!

07/20/2014 - Las Vegas, NV - Gold Coast Casino

Gene Banton Junior © vs. Drake Green

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