Justin Decent: The following bombshell tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Tampa, Florida. This is... Roxi Johnson!!!

The fans continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero "flying" motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the arena floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up on the apron and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers. She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, and begins jumping up and down in an exercising manner as the music cuts out.

Simone: Here comes the former 2x Bombshell Champion.

Adams: She is looking good.

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

Justin Decent: And her tag team partner, from Caledon, Ontario, Canada. This is... Electra Styles!!!

Roxi Johnson and Electra immediately start working up a strategy while Jacob Summers begins patting them down.

Simone: Two former bombshell champions on one side. Can you say advantage them?

Adams: Not so fast Simone. I believe there is one bombshell that could give them a run for their money.

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

Justin Decent: Introducing their opponents, first from Kent, England. This is... Katherine Kensington!!!

Simone: I hope she wasn't who you were talking about Jason.

Adams: Hell no.

The arena goes dark as a voice comes across the sound system saying "NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED." After that phrase dies down, "Run This Town" 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 Chastain 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 trey.

Justin Decent: Coming down the aisle, currently residing in Webster, South Dakota. This is??? "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 locking her eyes onto Roxi and Electra.

Adams: There is the woman who will give Roxi and Electra a run for their money.

Simone: Yeah but can she trust Katherine.

Electra opts to start for her team while Zuri orders Katherine to stand on the apron. Katherine objects to this, however, in the spirit of a friendly contest, she steps outside, with a sour look on her face.

Simone: I guess there's our answer. Zuri wants to start off.

Adams: I bet Blanca could be a better partner than Katherine.

Zuri and Electra start to circle each other as Jacob Summers signals for the bell to ring.

DING! DING! DING!

Right as the bell sounds, Electra and Zuri lock up in the center of the ring. Electra gains the quick advantage by placing Zuri's head into a side headlock. Electra smiles while Roxi is getting the crowd hyped up. Zuri smashes her forearm into the rib cage of Electra as she flings her toward the ropes. Electra knocks Zuri down with a shoulder block. She looks down, bounces off the ropes again and jumps over Zuri once. She bounces back off the opposite side but gets caught with a flawless dropkick to the jaw.

Simone: What a beautiful dropkick by Zuri.

Adams: That nearly knocked Electra's head completely off.

Zuri wastes very little time by dragging Electra back up to her feet. She connects with a few forearm shots to her head. Electra stumbles backward a bit before getting whipped hard into one of the corners. Zuri comes charging in and levels Electra with a leaping shining wizard to the jaw. Electra doubles over in the corner as Zuri continues to connect with several rights to the jaw.

Adams: Zuri is proving to the entire world that she deserves to be taking more serious.

Simone: She's got Electra pinned in the corner.

Electra turns the tide and drives a few rights into the face of Zuri. Feeding off the crowd, she decides to climb up to the second turnbuckles and rain more rights down onto her head. The crowd counts a long with every blow. Electra holds up the final blow, trying to get the crowd all fired up but Zuri takes advantage by dropping Electra jaw first on top of the turnbuckle. Electra grabs at her jaw as Zuri bounces off the ropes while connecting with a flying reverse neckbreaker.

Simone: Roxi is starting to grow a little concern about Electra.

Adams: Zuri has been dominate so far in this match.

Zuri gets back up to her feet, springs off the ring ropes and lands a stiff leg drop across the throat of Electra. She quickly goes for the quick cover. Summers drops down to begin the count. Summers pounds the mat twice before Electra kicking out at the last split second. Zuri sits up thinking to herself. She wastes very little time by reaching back and grabbing Electra up by the hair.

Adams: The first near fall of the contest and Electra still kicks out.

Simone: Zuri is being real impressive here tonight.

Zuri goes to whip Electra towards the ropes but gets reversed. Right as Zuri hits the ropes, Katherine blind tags herself in as Zuri ducks the clothesline attempt of Electra. Zuri bounces off the ropes again as Katherine had jumped into the ring and leveled Electra with a clothesline of her own. Zuri stops in her tracks and glares at her own tag team partner. Katherine points toward the corner and brushes her out of the ring.

Adams: Not a smart move by Katherine. I mean Zuri is one lady you don't want to cross.

Simone: I don't think Zuri liked how Katherine tagged herself in nevertheless Zuri exits the ring under clear protest.

Katherine turns her back on Zuri and goes to lift Electra up to her feet. Zuri leaves the ring and stands on the ring apron. Right as Electra gets to her feet, she lands a strong left hand to the jaw of Katherine. Katherine staggers as Electra lands a few rights along with a few more lefts. Katherine tries to put her hands up but Electra just sends her into the corner. Electra charges in while connecting with a hard clothesline. Katherine droops down in the corner as Electra tags in Roxi.

Adams: Did you see Katherine's teeth fly out of her mouth?

Simone: That was quite a shot she took from Electra. Now Roxi has been tagged into the match.

Roxi and Electra double teams Katherine in the corner while Zuri shows no real interest. Roxi continues stomping Katherine into the corner as Electra steps out of the ring. She stands on the ring apron after Roxi tosses Katherine halfway across the ring by her hair. Katherine's back smacks hard against the mat as Zuri can careless. Katherine reaches her hand out for a tag but Zuri tells her to continue fighting.

Adams: Just like Katherine, when the going gets tough she wants to get going.

Simone: I don't think Zuri is to eager getting back into the ring.

Katherine screams at Zuri to tag back in but she walks away toward another corner. Katherine continues to scream as Roxi comes up from behind and dropkicks into the corner. Katherine smacks the top turnbuckle with her nose. She grabs at her nose before spinning around into a spinning wheel kick. Katherine hits the canvas but bounces right back up. Roxi springs off the ropes but Katherine ducks the kick attempt. Roxi jumps back up to her feet and looks at Katherine jumping up and down. Roxi chuckles while pointing at her before spinning Katherine around and doubling her over with a kick to the gut. Roxi instantly strikes with a snap DDT spiking Katherine's head into the canvas.

Simone: I don't know what Katherine was thinking.

Adams: It's not like Katherine had any brains to begin with anyway.

Roxi gets up to her feet and motions for Electra to get back into the ring. Electra obliges her and helps Roxi pick Katherine up. They lift her high into the air before dropping her face first onto the canvas. While Roxi and Electra are pumping the crowd up, Zuri measures them up before springing off the ropes and connecting with a kick to the back of their heads. Zuri goes to follow up but Mercedes Vargas' music begins to play. Zuri looks toward the stage as Mercedes Vargas is standing there with three members of The Mean Girls.

Simone: What is Mercedes doing out here?

Adams: Maybe she's trying to get inside Zuri's head.

Simone: The history between these two bombshells is well documented.

Zuri quickly exits the ring as Blanca grabs a hold of her sister. Mercedes laughs as Zuri continues to scream at her. Katherine is the first to her feet as she notices Zuri is focused more on her main rival and yells at Zuri to glance back at the ring. Electra is the second to get to her feet after she rolled out of the ring. Katherine turns toward Roxi's position. She bends down to pick Roxi up off the ground but gets caught in a small package pinning combination. Referee Summers slides into position and strikes the mat three times before Katherine could kick out. He signals for the bell after Roxi lets go.

Justin Decent: Here are your winners... Roxi Johnson and Electra Styles!!!

The Mean Girls start laughing and pointing at the ring. Electra and Roxi see them and quickly exits the ring. They fly up the ramp while chasing the Mean Girls toward the back. Katherine's dad gets right in the face of Zuri and Blanca while cursing them out.

Simone: Roxi gets the quick pinfall victory but the chase is on now.

Adams: I don't think getting in the face of Zuri is smart right now.

Zuri takes her gaze off of Mercedes too look directly into the eyes of Katherine's father. She then looks at her sister before glancing back at him. Zuri about faces and slides back into the ring. Katherine's father is still screaming as Blanca levels him with a right hand. Katherine is back on her feet while arguing with the referee. She turns around as Zuri connects with a swift kick to her gut. Blanca slides into the ring and connects with a yakuza kick to the side of Katherine's head. Blanca decides that the kick wasn't hard enough as she lifts Katherine up and drops her with an inverted DDT. Zuri looks back at Katherine before pointing up at Mercedes. She connects with Bridge the Gap while keeping eye contact with Mercedes Vargas.

Adams: That is one way to send a direct message to Mercedes.

Simone: If they do meet in that ring then it will be one hell of a fight.

"Run This town" strikes up as Zuri stands on the ring apron while pointing at Mercedes Vargas and mouthing "You're next bitch." Blanca joins her sister at the ring ropes while the scene slowly fades.

The cameras switch backstage just outside Misty's dressing room. The three time former Bombshell Champion comes into view of the camera, with her duffel bag thrown over her shoulder, and just as she is about to walk into the dressing room, she's grabbed from behind by Rage, causing her to drop her duffel bag to the ground. Rage pins her against the wall with his hand just around her throat, but she doesn't look that afraid of him.

Misty: What the fuck? Let me go asshole!

Rage laughs and shakes his head, increases the pressure on her throat a little, but not enough to cut off her air supply.

Rage: Not so fast, Misty. You and I are old friends. I think we need to have a little chat...

Misty: Screw you! I've got nothing to say to you! I don't know what the hell this is all about...

Rage: You know...you really should have done a better job at talking your boy Drake out of getting back in the ring. He really made a big mistake...

Misty rolls her eyes and tries to get away from Rage, but he's too strong for her.

Misty: You're kidding right? That is what this is about? Newsflash, Rage, I'm not Drake's keeper. He does what the hell he wants.

Rage: Maybe not, but what kind of friend are you letting him come back knowing what is going to happen to him? You claim to care about him so much...are you really prepared to watch me end him for good?

Rage speaks slowly...menacingly. Misty glares at him, not allowing herself to be intimidated by him.

Misty: I suggest you take your hand away from my throat...

Rage squeezes her throat a little harder this time, choking her a little.

Rage: Or what? What are you gonna do? Run and tell your boy Drake? Go ahead...send him a message for me. He had it easy coming back facing those worthless nobodies Sean Jackson and Geno Jr. When...yes, when, he steps into that ring with me, he won't be walking out of that ring.

Misty: Fuck...you.

In a last ditch effort to get away from Rage, Misty pulls her knee back then kicks forward, kneeing Rage hard in the groin! Rage immediately loses his grip on her throat, doubling over to his knees. Misty rubs her neck then glares down at him.

Misty: You want to send a message to Drake? Do it yourself jackass. Threatening me is not a wise choice, because trust me when I say I'll make sure you don't get the shot at the title you think you deserve. Touch me again and I'll do worse than knee you in those marbles that you call testicles.

Misty reaches down and picks up her duffel bag again, tossing it over her shoulder. Rage glares up at her and she looks into his eyes, just as Kittie runs into the view of the camera, wide-eyed and curious as to what the hell is going on. Misty looks at Kittie before looking back to Rage.

Misty: And one more thing...I really can't wait to watch Drake kick your ass and prove to everyone what a piece of shit loser you really are. He's the real champion around here and there's nothing you can do about it. Kittie, I suggest you keep your little bitch boy away from me...

Misty then quickly disappears into her dressing room, locking the door behind her. Rage slowly gets to his feet as Kittie stares at him, confused. He gives her a look that says don't ask before he walks away, slowly, and Kittie follows behind him, shaking her head.

"Zombie" by Breed 77 blasts through the speakers, the slow intro playing as the word move on the screen. The eyes of Gabriel appear on the screen, turning red as the heavier guitars kick in. Purple lights cut through the thick smoke starting to fill the entrance ramp.

Simone: He can't be here.

The crowd wait in anticipation, but a mystery brunette walks out on the top of the ramp. The figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of boos. Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached. The woman walks behind him and pulls the hood back from over his eyes, showing Gabriel's face.

Adams: He looks as happy as a bear who just found out that someone stole his honey.

Gabriel's eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. The woman walks in front of him, opening his long coat, pulling it apart, he puts his arms to his side and she runs her hands down his body. Gabriel turns his head to her, with a simple nod, they start to walk to the ring. Gabriel gets outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel and the woman stand inside.

Simone: He shouldn't be here, Christian Underwood fired him and his wife last week.

Adams: Somewhere backstage, Christian just threw his make up kit right in the air.

Gabriel points to the mystery brunette, who steps through the ring ropes and to the outside, grabbing a steel chair and sliding it under the ropes. He looks at Justin Decent as he picks up the chair, a smile on his face.

Simone: I hope his not thinking of....

Gabriel raises the chair up, looking at Justin, but puts it back down, unfolding it and planting it in the middle of the ring, facing the entrance ramp. Gabriel beckons for a microphone and Justin cautiously hands one to him. Zombie fades out and Gabriel sits in the seat. Gabriel raises the mic to his lips, just looking at the entrance ramp. He lowers the mic away from his lips.

Adams: What's he doing?

Gabriel raises the mic to his lips once more, breathing deeply, but again, lowers it from his mouth. He smiles as he sits looking at the entrance ramp, and throws the microphone over his shoulder.

Simone: What the...?

Adams: Such a silly move, now if he wants to fans to hear him, he's gonna have to shout, which will really hurt his voice.

Gabriel presses his hands together, resting his elbows on his thighs as he bends forward in the chair, and resting his chin on his hands.

Crowd: This is boring! This is boring!

Gabriel smirks, lifting a finger around the crowd, and giving it a slight wag.

Adams: I think he's telling the crowd to wait a minute.

Simone: Arrogant bastard. He's been sitting there for three minutes and hasn't said a word. Can someone get this ex employee out of here!

As Belinda finishes her sentence, Christian Underwood storms down the ramp, flanked by four security guards. Gabriel sticks a thumb up to the crowd, arrogantly mouthing the words "told ya". Christian climbs up the steps, and in to the ring. He moves behind Gabriel and picks up the microphone from the floor and moves back in front of him. Raising the mic, Christian yells at Gabriel.

Christian: Okay! You know I had an idea that you might try and pull something this week. I thought you wouldn't just sit back and let my firing your sorry ass not just go easily. But I never thought you'd be STUPID enough to be so damn blatant and just walk out here, bold as brass! I might have understood you buying a ticket. That'd be one thing. Or sneaking in as a guest backstage. Those I gathered you might give a whirl. But this? Gabriel? I used to think you were the scum of the earth and I have just down graded my opinion!

The crowd cheers!

Adams: Burrrrn!

Simone: I don't think anyone has ever gotten under Christian's skin the way Gabriel has!

Christian turns to the four burly security guards that are flanking him and he jets a thumb towards Gabriel.

Christian: gentlemen? I know taking out the trash isn't in your job description but if you could make an exception this one time?

As the security approach Gabriel from either side. Gabriel shakes a finger in Christian's direction. He clicks his finger firmly and points at the entrance ramp. Christian lowers his eyebrows at the smiling magician.

Simone: This stinks of another of Gabriel's tricks.

All eyes turn towards the center stage when the video screen above the entrance flickers to life and a close up shot of a familiar face of a certain teddy bear wearing thick rimmed glasses.

Voice Over: Hewwo. Will you be my fwiend?

Simone: You have to be kidding me...

" If you go down in the woods today, you're sure of a big surprise
If you go down in the woods today, you'd better go in disguise
For every bear that ever there was, will gather there for certain
Because today's the day the Teddy Bears have their picnic"

The lyrics to the Teddy Bear Picnic song drift out over the sound system of the nightclub and the curtains atop the stage begin flapping and flying as if someone is trying to find the opening when it stops for a brief moment. The bottom of the curtains are thrown up and Despayre, with Angel piggy backing on his back, crawls on his hands and knees to get past the curtains. The crowd, despite the animosity towards Gabriel, finds themselves cheering and laughing at the appearance of his former tag team partner. Despayre pops up to his feet, holding Angel in one arm and a manilla folder in the other, looking around wildly from behind the thick lenses glasses that not only magnify his eyes to three times their normal size, but also make him blind as a bat.

Despayre: Did I make it!? Am I out!?

"Picnic time for Teddy Bears
The little Teddy Bears are having
A lovely time today.
Watch them, catch them unawares,
And see them picnic on their holiday."

Despayre lifts his glasses for just a moment and, upon seeing he is where he needs to be, puts his glasses back down and starts down the stage, and promptly trips and falls to the floor, sprawled out.

Adams: I'm wondering why he doesn't take those glasses off before he hurts himself.

Simone: I'm wondering why Despayre is out here in the first place!

Adams: And as Mister Self Help?

Despayre scrambles his way back to his feet, dusting Angel off and picking his folder back up and he starts down the aisle once again, bumping into the guard rail before the helpful fans assist him back to the right direction. Despayre approaches the ringside area and walks right into the ring steps and almost - ALMOST - trips over them but catches himself. He then turns and walks right into the ring post and yelps, grabbing his forehead. He rubs his forehead and turns and proceeds to berate the ring post for jumping out at him.

Despayre: That was very rude of you, you know! Jumping into my path like that! There's such a thing as personal space, you know!

With that being said, Despayre carefully climbs up onto the ring apron and starts to step through the ropes, but catches his foot on the middle rope and takes his second straight tumble, hitting the mat. One of the guards, a rather surly female of impressive size, can not help but lend the young man a helping hand and she assist him back to his feet, teddy bear and folder in hand. Despayre turns to her with a bright smile.

Despayre: Thank you very much kind sir!

The woman blinks and a frown creases her brow. Despayre starts to turn his attention to Christian and Gabriel, when his look shifts to Angel, and then the woman guard. He lifts his glasses again and blinks back in wonder.

Despayre: Oh I'm so sorry madam. I didn't realize that you were a woman.

The fans laugh, and Gabriel has to shield his own mirth behind his cupped hand as Despayre turns to a guard and speaks up.

Despayre: Christian Underwood. I...

The guard takes him by both shoulders and steers the blind character around to face the target of his words. Christian shakes his head and wonders aloud.

Christian: Despayre, what are you doing here?

Despayre: I'm not Despayre.

Christian: You're not...? Oh! Of course. Mister Self Help.

Despayre: Nope! Today I come to you as Mister Gabriel Stevens' legal representative, from the law offices of Screwem, Goode and Hart. I am the assistant of Mister Screwem here...

He indicates Angel in his business suit, then offers his hand over to Christian.

Despayre: I am Ted E. Bahr.

Christian, frowning, but finding it far easier to play along with whatever is happening in Despayre's mind, takes his hand and gives it a firm shake before releasing it and speaking.

Christian: Okayyyyy? Mister, Bahr? Could I ask what you're doing out here? This concerns Gabriel and his trespassing. It has nothing to do with you.

Despayre: Oh on the contrary! It has everything to do with me and Angel! Oh, sorry! Mister Scewem.

Despayre passes Angel over to Gabriel who takes hold of the teddy bear and rests it on his lap while, with an arrogant smirk that belies a hint of affection for his 'little brother', he watches on. Despayre opens the folder and takes out several sheets of notebook paper with scribbles in a variety of Crayola crayon colors. He holds it up for all to see, before turning to another guard.

Despayre: Do you recognize this Mister Underwood?

The guard, like the one before him, takes Despayre by the shoulders and steers him back to facing the actual Christian.

Despayre: Do you recognize the documents that I am holding?

Christian: Yes.

Despayre: You do? Well can you tell me what it is because I can't see a thing with these glasses!

Christian: It's the 'contract' that you drew up over a year ago for Gabriel's employment here.

Despayre: Correct! Now, allow me to read something here in said legally binding contract.

Christian: I wouldn't say its' exactly...

Despayre: It's RUDE to interrupt, Mister Underwood.

Christian blinks back his surprise at Despayre's reprimand, as ever before, he and Despayre had always been in fairly good graces. Despayre drops the folder and holds up the papers and looks at them.

Despayre: ???????????????????

Despayre then brings them closer to his face for a close up. He lifts the glasses again, then lowers them. He shakes his head and holds them at arm's length, before flopping them in hand against his leg and looking around at nobody in particular.

Despayre: This isn't going to work! Someone gave me the Japanese copy!

Gabriel clears his throat, drawing Despayre's attention to him. Gabriel leans up from his chair and casually takes hold of the paper in Despayre's hands, and turns them around so that rather than upside down, it is turned right side up. Gabriel casually sits back down as Despayre looks over the paper again and then smiles at Gabriel.

Despayre: Thanks! That's much better!

Gabriel clucks his tongue and gives him the thumbs up. Christian clears his throat.

Christian: *ahem* Despayre? I mean, Mister Bahr?

Despayre looks at an entirely neutral location.

Despayre: Hm?

Christian clears his throat again, drawing Despayre's attention to where he's standing.

Despayre: Oh Sir, please use a hanky. That's kind of gross.

Christian: *sighs* Was there something you needed to ask me?

Despayre: Yeah. How come when your head moves, your hair doesn't?

Gabriel coughs behind his hand and the security guards appear to be getting amused themselves.

Christian: No, I mean about that... contract?

Despayre looks down at the papers in his hand, then back at Christian.

Despayre: This? Well, I don't have any questions per se, not really. No. This is more a statement to address your breaching of Gabriel's legally binding contract.

Christian: Breaching? Des, Mister Bahr, I didn't breach a contract. That's not even a real contract! It's written in Crayon for god's sake!

Despayre: Mister Underwood, please! It's Sunday! Can we please not discuss God? And correct me if I'm wrong, but did you, or did you not, sign this contract that I brought to you for Gabriel's settlement?

Despayre holds it up in Christian's face.

Christian: Uh... yeah?

Despayre: And did you or did you not 'humor' me by having your notary sign it as well, along with me and Mister Erik Staggs as witnesses?

Christian: Well yeah but I...

Despayre: Ah HA! So if you signed it, and had a notary sign it, what part of legally binding does this contract NOT entail?

Christian: Because it's written in CRAYON!

Despayre: DON'T YOU TELL AT ME! *ahem* I mean, whether it is written in Crayon or ink or piddle, the fact that you signed it, and you had a notary sign it, MAKES it legally binding.

Adams: Is that true?

Simone: I hate to say this but I dare say it is.

Despayre clears his throat and flips two pages over and holds it up for first a guard to see, then Christian.

Despayre: Do you recognize this clause?

Christian: Which one?

Despayre: The one written in white Crayon.

Christian shakes his head, inching at the bridge of his nose.

Despayre: It says, and I quote: The party of the first part agrees that the party of the second part won't adhere to the disagreements upon which is the disputed section sub 28, paragraph six whereas the drafter of the Constitution ... WHO WROTE THIS!?

Christian: You did.

Despayre: Nobody likes a smarty pants, Mister Underwood.

Christian: You know what? I've had enough of this. Ma'am. Gentlemen? Please get Gabriel out of here.

Before the four guards can so much as take a step towards Gabriel, Despayre speaks up in a hot tone of voice that drops all semblance of frivolity and fun loving mannerisms.

Despayre: You lay a finger on him and your teeth will be backstage before you are!

All sound comes to a screeching halt, as all eyes -- Christian, the guards, and yes, Gabriel himself, turns towards Despayre who is glaring at the Co_Owner of SCW.

Christian: Despayre. This has gone on long enough.

Despayre nods.

Despayre: You're right. It has. The fact is, that clause states that before Gabriel is released from service for any reason, you are required to give him one final match, against an opponent of his choosing. And even then, his release is not guaranteed as it has to be a unanimous decision between yourself, Mister Ward, and Mister Staggs. But as I'm sure you'll be working overtime to get your way, I am here to discuss Mister Gabriel's proposed Farewell match.

Christian: You're serious.

Despayre: Very.

Christian: Okay, I'm either delusional or incredibly bored, but I can play along a little while longer. What is this final match that Mister Gabriel wants so bad so as to cause us all this trouble?

Despayre turns to Gabriel and nods.

Despayre: Mister Gabriel?

All attention turns to the magician and he smiles as he slowly, and deliberately, points right at -- Christian!

Adams: What!?

Simone: Christian!? Gabriel wants a match against Christian Underwood! I can't believe this!

Adams: neither can Christian! Look!

Christian looks completely flabbergasted. he looks from Despayre to Gabriel and back again before he shakes his head.

Christian: Me? No. No way I'm giving this trash the satisfaction of getting his way.

Despayre: The contract says 'anyone' can be picked.

Christian: I am not an active member of the SCW roster!

Despayre: Well neither is Mark Ward but he accepted every challenge that came his way! Or ... are you saying Mister Ward is more of a man than you are?

Adams: Oooooooo!

Christian stares hotly at Despayre and he shakes his head.

Christian: You know what? I've had enough. Dealing with Gabriel is bad enough but I expected more out of you, Despayre. I'm not playing this game. Not any longer. The contract is garbage at best, and we are done here.

Despayre: Fine.

Despayre looks at Gabriel and nods.

Despayre: That's perfectly fine. If you don't want to honor a binding contract, that's your decision. If you don't even want to acknowledge the contract as legally binding, hey. Whatever floats your Oreos. But before Gabriel, Angel and I take our leave, I just want you to think on one little thing...

Despayre takes that last step and gets nose to nose with Christian, and his eyes flash a dangerous gleam within the gray recesses.

Despayre: My dad has a long list of available Las Vegas attorneys that can, and will, take you and a case like this apart in front of any judge!

With that, Despayre removes his glasses and tucks them into his pocket and, with Angel in hand, turns and heads for the ropes. Only then does a still smiling Gabriel stand up from his chair and walk right past the security without a care in the world, patting one on the shoulder as he does so. Despayre turns to Christian and sticks his thumbs in his ears and his tongue out and gifts the boss with a...

Despayre: PTTTTHHHHH!!!!

Gabriel spreads the ropes open for Despayre to carefully climb through and crawl to the floor, before he himself does a handspring vault to the outside where he and his 'little brother' makes their exit, leaving a very stunned Christian Underwood in their wake.

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: The following is a singles match. Introducing first...

FoShan Theme starts to play. The lights go out and come back on only to see smoke everywhere and Ninja already in the ring.

Justin: From FoShan China... Ninja!!!!

v/o: Los Angeles, 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...

Jackson and Ninja stand in the center of the ring, waiting for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Jackson smacks Ninja right across the mouth as soon as referee Drew Patton calls for the bell. Ninja fires back but Sean ducks and then kicks him in the gut. He grabs his head and sends him straight down to the mat with a DDT. He goes for the cover but before Patton can get down for the count, Ninja kicks out in a hurry.

Adams: The former ACW Champion, Jackson, looking to end things quickly.

Simone: Ninja better be a bit more careful.

Sean grabs Ninja around the neck into a chokehold while they are both still on the mat. He tightens the hold as Patton starts his count.

One...Two...Three...Four...Fi-

Sean lets go at the last second. He stands up in a hurry and kicks Ninja hard in his back

SMACK!

The force of the kick sends him down to the mat squirming in pain. Jackson leaps up into the air and lands with a hard stomp with both feet on the chest of the FoShan native. He goes for the cover and Patton goes down to the mat for the cover.

One!

Two!

Ninja throws his shoulder up in the air. An angry Sean stands up and starts to kick and stomp on Ninja as he rolls toward the ropes. He grabs on to the bottom rope but that doesn't stop Sean. He stands on Ninja with both feet, grabbing the top rope and pulling up for leverage. Drew starts he count again.

One...Two...Three...Four...Fi-

He lets go of the top rope at the last second again as Patton warns him but he laughs in his face.

Crowd: BOO!

Adams: I don't think Jackson cares if he gets disqualified here.

Simone: I'm not surprised Jason.

Jackson continues to argue with Patton when out of nowhere; Ninja lands a dropkick to the back of the Mental Rapist???s head. Jackson drops to the mat and Ninja drops over him for the pinfall attempt. Patton drops to the mat for the count.

One!

Two!

Thr-

He kicks out at just the last second. Ninja jumps right up to his feet and lands a flipping heel kick to the face of the seated Jackson. He goes for another cover.

One!

Two!

Thr-

Adams: Jackson kicks out again!

The Ninja gets up and goes to pull Jackson up but the Mental Rapist hits him with a hard fist in the gut. He grabs Ninja???s arms and pulls him in and rakes his eyes before landing a picture perfect Russian Leg Sweep. Sean mounts Ninja and drops a few bombs on his face before getting up and taunting the crowd, flipping his hand from under his chin and laughing. He picks up Ninja and scoops him in to a slam, dropping him hard on to the mat. He sits back in the corner, waiting for Ninja slowly get to his feet.

Simone: Jackson is just sitting there and waiting for Ninja to get to his knees. It???s about to be GAME CALLED!

As Ninja gets to his knees, Jackson moves in for the attack but the extremely fast Ninja counters and hits the newcomer with a patented dropkick to his knee. With Jackson on his knee and reeling in pain, Ninja goes for a Straight Jacket Choke.

Simone: THE NINJA CHOKE!

Adams: He's got it locked in!

Jackson tries to worm out of the hold and begins to throw punches and flail his arms wildly. He drops down to his knee and when it seems like he may be waning, He hops up to is feet and falls backward hard, crushing Ninja underneath him in the process.

Simone: What a great counter by Jackson!

Jackson regains his composure and goes on the offensive. He grabs Ninja and lifts him up in a torture rack position before flipping him over in to an inverted Death Valley Driver.

Adams: HOOK 'EM HORNS DRIVER!

Sean rolls over Ninja and hooks his leg.

One!

Two!

Ninja throws his shoulder up and Drew raises two fingers. Jackson stands up and kicks Ninja a few times before attempting to pick him up again but this time, Ninja lands a hard fist into the gut of Sean which backs him up a few feet. Ninja stands up in a hurry and whips him into a turnbuckle. He lands a hard roundhouse kick to the side of Sean, which drops the Texas native to the mat. Ninja calls out to the crowd.

Crowd: FOSHAN!

Adams: Ninja is climbing the ropes.

Simone: The crowd is getting to their feet.

Ninja stands tall at the top of the ropes and looks down onto his prey. He calls out to the crowd again before leaping up into the air and landing an impressive looking Senton Splash.

Simone: He hit it! He's hooking the leg and Drew is there for the count!

One!

Two!

Adams: THREE!!!!

Simone: No!!! Jackson kicked out!

At the last second Sean throws his shoulder up and Drew Patton holds up two fingers.

Adams: Ninja can't believe it!

Simone: I can't believe it!

Ninja goes to pick Sean up but the crafty Jackson lands a hard low blow but Patton doesn't see it.

Adams: Come on!

Simone: Patton didn't see it!

Sean gets up and perches himself in the corner, waiting for Ninja to get to his knees. As he does, Jackson flies in with a running knee to the back of his head.

Simone: GAME CALLED! GAME CALLED DUE TO DARKNESS!

Adams: Ninja is out! Sean's going for the cover...

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner...SEAN JACKSON!!!!!!

Jackson climbs the turnbuckle in celebration as the crowd rains down with boos. He notices a young man in the front row with a Jamie Dean shirt on. Jackson???s smile turns to a grimace as he hops down off of the ropes and slides out down to ringside.

Adams: What's he doing?

Simone: That's Justin, the best friend of Jamie Dean!

Sean confronts Justin and the fan replies by giving Jackson the finger. Sean snaps and slaps Justin across the face.

Crowd: Ooooh!

He grabs Justin and pulls him over the railing, dragging him to ringside. He sets him up and lands a hard right hand that sends Justin down to the floor. He unloads on Justin, grabbing him by the back of the head and busting him open with hard right hands. He kicks him in the face for good measure before picking him up and lifting him into a torture rack position.

Simone: What's he gonna do?

Adams: He's not gonna...

SLAAAAAAM!

Simone: HOOK 'EM HORNS DRIVER! Right on the steel steps.

Jackson lets out a bellowing laugh and goes to grab Justin again. Just as he is about to lift him up again, Jamie Dean comes sprinting down the ramp. Seeing this, Jackson lets go of Justin and hops runs around the ring and up to the top of the ramp. Jamie, seeing his friend in pain, stops the chase. He bends over to try and help Justin to his feet but he is out cold. The paramedics run down to ringside and as they assist Justin, Sean stands at the top of the stage smiling.

We find our way backstage to see Tessa Flannigan in her ring gear, ready for her match. She is getting herself pumped up by taking a walk around the backstage area. The cheers and jeers coming from the arena seems to make her slightly nervous as she turns around a corner. She finds herself right against Electra Styles. She too is dressed in her ring gear, red and white with tall matching boots that make her already long legs look that much longer. The crowd cheers loudly, as Tessa simply scoffs. She turns away from Electra, but looks back with a grimace on her face. She tries to compose herself as she places a hand on her hip and flips her straightened blonde hair over her shoulder.

Tessa: What do ye want, Jealous Janis...?

Electra gives the younger girl a smirk before shaking her head.

Electra: I'm not even going to dignify that with a real response.

She takes a sigh before giving the girl a look of compassion.

Electra: You know, I still don't completely understand why you hang out with them Tessa. You do know that they are never going to give you the credit and respect that you deserve right? That they're just using you as...well as a slave. Slavery, as far as I knew, has been abolished and for good reason. Why are you letting them use you like this?

Tessa rolls her eyes as she twirls a piece of her platinum blonde hair between her fingers. She squints her eyes, glaring at Electra through her glittery eye shadow before cracking a sweet smirk.

Tessa: Well, I wanted to be a star, and now I am. In case ye didn't hear, I'm wrestling against a former star, which makes me a current star by default. I'm going places, but I can't say much for people like ye...

Tessa lets out a bitchy giggle as she releases her hair from between her fingers. She tilts her head to the side, Mean Girls style as she waits for some sort of response.

Electra: It doesn't matter who you're facing. What makes you a star Tess, is how you do it, not who you face and certainly not by the company you keep. You really want to be known simply as Delia's bitch girl. The one that not only is the last thing they think about but only good enough to fetch waters and collect paperwork?

Electra gets a little bit closer, almost as though she were trying to ease a skittish rabbit.

Electra: You came here wanting to wrestle. You didn't come here to be errand girl. You didn???t come here to be someone's pet. You know what I see when I look at you Tessa?

Tessa sighs and then rolls her eyes as she glares up into Electra's eyes, fire burning in her own as she does so. She places a hand on her hip as she tilts her head to the other side.

Tessa: No, no I don't. And if I'm honest, I wouldn't give a dog's left bollock to hear it either. Because it doesn't matter. It's just some Jealous Janis propaganda to get me to turn on the girls who made me known... It doesn't matter how they got me known, whether it's for wrestling, or fetching waters. At least I'm known...

Tessa makes a kissy face as if to rub her words in even further. Something in her eyes says that she doesn't mean it, yet her posture says that she means every bit of it as she looks away. Tessa gives her hair one final flip before scoffing and walking away.

Electra: When has Delia or the others ever offered you anything to make you feel worthy? When has any of those girls ever talked to you like I'm talking to you now? Like a person. A real person with feelings and thoughts. And you know what I see Tessa? I see a young girl with real talent. A girl I think that with some more training.. you could be a star on your own merit rather than being some lackey for a bunch of little girls that don't even know your worth.

Tessa: Don't try to infect me with yer lies, Lexi... I'm better off with Delia showing me how to not let people walk all over me. She's showing me tough love, and I appreciate every bit of it. Veronica treats me like a friend, and that is good enough for me. All yer trying to do is put a wedge between me and me girls because ye wanna see Mean Girls fail, like everyone else... I can't help it if Angelica got a cheap shot on ye once, and ye can't let it go...

Tessa turns around on the balls of her heels, letting her hair fan out quickly behind her. She places both hands on her hips as she bobs her head from side to side, much like a programmed Mean Girls robot.

Electra continues to keep the warm smile on her face even though inside she wants to grab the girl by her collar and shake some sense into her.

Electra: I'm not lying. Veronica only cares about herself. You really think that if there was a fire, she'd save you and the rest of the girls before herself? If you really think hard you'll know I'm right. And sweetie, if I wanted to throw a wedge in mean girls, you are not the one I'd try to sabotage because when push comes to shove they will not miss you if you leave. Look at the facts, really if they wanted another girl to be added to mean girls they should have looked to you. Don't you think you've earned your stripes but yet they let some 19 year old prissy brat ahead of you. They let Mercedes ahead of you simply because she was there. The simple fact is they don't give a rats ass about you. but I do. You can say I'm lying all you want but since the first day I walked into this company I have done everything I said I was going to do. I see you and I see someone that is being dragged down by people that don't deserve her. I see someone that has so much more going for her than she even thinks to realize.

She shakes her head, giving the same smile to Tessa that she often gives to her son when trying to explain something. The warm, mothering smile that made her genuine.

Electra: I'm going to offer you something that they never did or will. I want to train you Tessa. i will help you get that goal and I'm not going to expect you to kiss my boots or get me water. I don't want you to get my dry cleaning or make flight arrangements. What I want from you for doing this is simply respect and a determination to succeed. The offer is there and the offer will stay there until the day that you open up those pretty little eyes and see the forest for the trees. You have my number Tessa and I'm not very hard to get a hold of otherwise. I'll be waiting and the best part is that no matter how long it takes, I'm not going to judge you. I'll only be accepting you.

Electra smiles and turns on her heel, her boots making a clicking that echoes down the hallway. Tessa simply glares at Electra with a sort of hatred in her eyes. She purses her lips together and balls up her fists in anger. She won't let Electra know how mad she is as she lets out one last scoff before muttering under her breath.

Tessa: Whatever, Janis. Keep telling yerself those bullshit lies, and maybe one day, ye might even believe them...

Electra keeps walking away, not paying it any attention. Tessa flips her the bird before turning and walking down the hallway, continuing to get ready for her match.

It's been a fun night of pro wrestling here at Sin City Wrestling's Climax Control. The rabid fans inside the Sound Nightclub in Los Angeles, California has been on their feet the whole time cheering and jeering for the wrestlers who came out here to perform and compete their asses off. As the action took its little break, we see SCW resident interviewer Ms. Rocky Mountain ringside holding a microphone. She stared at the camera as she began talking.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: What a night it has been here so far at Climax Control and we are just getting started! But first, I am excited to come and talk to this person we just spotted ringside tonight. He is the newest Sin City Wrestling superstar...

She started walking off the right as then a familiar face came on. It's none other than the independent wrestling superstar and current Second City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion... "The Young Modern" Ryan Kidd. He is wearing a black Stick To Your Guns band shirt, a pair of black and gray camo shirts and an Los Angeles Kings hat.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: The returning... Ryan Kidd.

Ryan nodded as the crowd has mixed reactions about him. He looked around and shook his head as Rocky started talking again.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Now Ryan, first off, welcome back to SCW...

Ryan nodded.

Ryan: Thank you...

He then grabbed the microphone from Rocky.

Ryan: But I will take it from here...

He then jumped over the guardrail and slid into the ring. The crowd is now 100% against him as they booed him relentlessly.

Ryan: I know a lot of you have been wondering why I came back to Sin City Wrestling. Well let me make this clear... I am part of an elite group of athletes known as The Young Moderns. The Young Moderns' crusade is to be the catalyst of change for pro wrestling. We exist to rid pro wrestling of its diseases... Now what diseases, you asked? Simple... Pro wrestling has become nothing but a popularity contest in recent years. We have wrestlers running who has some serious case of histrionics and Narcissism. "Wrestlers" who are obviously not here to compete but to only get famous but pretend they are. We have "wrestlers" getting opportunities based on who they are socially associated with and not because they deserve the opportunities. And then we have "wrestlers" and "bombshells" running their mouths on twitter about those wrestlers who are honest enough to admit that they are "entertainers" but have proven themselves that they belong in the ring.

The crowd started booing louder.

Ryan: Yes... I know most of you are not fond of Liz Smalls and the Mean Girls... But I am. I've been watching them closely dominate the bombshell division despite these other so-called bombshells claim that they don't belong in the ring. Obviously they do because they have proven it time and time again.

He said smirking.

Ryan: So to end this... I am putting the Sin City Wrestling locker room on notice. I've been surveying the landscape and I know which one of you fit what The Young Moderns are against and I know which one of you would fit in to be at our side in this crusade. And in the next coming weeks, I will be making moves to stretch the arms of the Young Moderns and make the change I started in Second City Wrestling spread out into the whole sport of pro wrestling.

He then dropped the microphone and rolled out of the ring. He then made his back to the crowd as the crowd still booed the hell out of him. He made his way all the up before exiting to one of the exit doors as the scene slowly fades out.

The scene opens up backstage, where we see Amy Marshall heading through the halls of the Sound nightclub, fresh from Japan and not being booked for the week, Amy was just there to watch the show and cheer on those who were facing the mean girls. Turning the corner, Amy quickly spotted Misty, who was warming up for her match.???Hey???Amy said approaching with caution. Misty stops what she is doing for a moment, looking up at Amy.

Misty: Hey Amy, what's up?

Amy stepped closer.

Amy: Just seeing how you are considering all the twitter bullshit and seeing how the preparation is going for you match.

Amy said as Misty cracked a bit of a confident smile. Misty shrugged a bit and looked down at her heavily taped ribs, a constant reminder of the ambush by the Mean Girls last week.

Misty: Honestly, I'm trying to get over all the Twitter non-sense. I've got to stop feeding into that shit and focus on using everything in the ring....starting tonight. Delia can talk all she wants that I'm the one that wants to go through all the Mean Girls before getting to her, which is partly true, but everyone knows she's stalling facing me.

Misty stretches out a bit, but carefully so as not to agitate her ribs.

Misty: As for the match preparation. Well...I don't really have to do a lot. I mean, it's Angelica and Tessa. I'll be working just to make the match longer than five minutes before I beat them.

Amy shakes her head a little.

Amy: It's hard to ignore when they are constantly running you down. But just be careful. Yes you are facing Delia???s lap dogs, but I wouldn???t be surprised if Delia or one of her pets sticks in their fake noses into the match.

Misty laughs and shakes her head.

Misty: Let them try. They're so hell bent on proving they can win cleaning, but that'll be a mistake if any of them try getting involved. And as far as being careful...Careful isn't going to beat the Mean Girls. Careful will get me beat and that is not something I'm going to let happen.

Amy shrugs.

Amy: I know you can handle yourself, but I don???t trust any of these bitches. I???ll be back here ready and waiting if anything happens.

Amy said with concern in her voice, but Misty shrugs not showing the same concern.

Misty: Not everyone else thinks I can handle myself, especially after last week. Speaking of which, thanks for helping out like you did. I know we haven't seen eye to eye in the past, but considering we have a common enemy now, I can put everything else aside.

Amy smiles.

Amy: Anything to help out, especially against the mean girls. And I know you can handle yourself, but as I said, I don???t trust them.

Misty offers Amy a polite and thankful smile. She finishes up her last minute warm ups.

Misty: Yeah, I don't trust them either, but no one should. Anyway, I better get going. My match is coming up shortly.

Amy: Good luck out there.

Amy extends her hand to Misty in a display of friendship. Misty doesn't hesitate to shake her hand.

Misty: Thanks, but I won't need it. I'll catch you later.

Amy smiles and nods before she walks away and Misty heads off in the other direction.

As the show comes back from the last scene, the camera is facing the ring. Inside the ring, Justin Decent is standing with a smile on his face. As the fans are cheering awaiting the start of the next match, he raises the microphone up towards his mouth. After a moment, the crowd quiets down and she begins to speak.

Justin: The following Handicap Match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 280 pounds, representing the Mean Girls, they are??? AAAAAAANGELICAAAA and TESSSSSSAAAA FLAAAANNIGAAAAAAANNN!!!

The lights in the arena go to a salmon pink color as ???Amazing??? by Hi Fashion plays over the speakers. The fans boo loudly as Angelica shoves the curtains to the side. She walks out, in hot pink shorts, pads, boots, and a Mean Girls baby doll t-shirt tied in the front. Behind her is Tessa Flannigan, who is wearing a black Sex Pistols tank top, black elbow pads, glittery pink hip hugging shorts, and black fur boots. The two look to one another, gripping hands as they nod. They skip down toward the ring, making fun of fans in bad outfits as they go along. Tessa points one out that causes Angelica to fake gagging. They make it to the edge of the ramp before both ladies let go of each other???s hands. They climb onto the apron as both temptresses give their backsides a shake before stepping inside of the ring, pausing to give off a nice view of their backsides. Once inside of the ring, they contemplate playing it up for the fans before rolling their eyes and settling into their corner, talking strategy as they wait for Misty to come out to the ring.

Justin: And their opponent, from Chicago, Illinois.. standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 130 pounds, she is??? MIIISSSSSSTYYYYYYYY!!!

The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "Mz. Hyde" by Halestorm begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain to a round of cheering from the crowd, with her half of the Bombshell Tag Team Titles draped over her shoulder. She looks from one side of the ramp to the other, smiling at the fans as they roar with approval, and she slowly starts making her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. Once she gets to the ring, she slides the tag title in under the bottom rope, then enters the ring the same way, grabbing a hold of the title once again. She heads over to one of the corner turnbuckles, hopping up to the top rope where she lifts the title high above her, pointing around the crowd with a proud smile. She stands there for several moments before she jumps back down and heads to the center of the ring where she waits as her music dies down.

As all three ladies stand in the ring, the Mean Girls look across at Misty. Both Tessa and Angelica look at each other and then back at Misty who is holding her ribs. Suddenly, Angelica takes Tessa by the right hand and pulls her towards the center of the ring where Misty is standing. Angelica lets go of Tessa???s hand and walks towards the ropes. As she exits the ring, the referee rings the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Misty who is holding her ribs has a smile on her face as she looks at a wide eyed Tessa. After a moment of looking at each other, Tessa turns her back to Misty and starts to walk towards her partner. Suddenly, Misty lunges forward and takes a handful of Tessa???s blonde hair. As the fans begin to cheer, Misty yanks her down to the mat. As Flanagan lays on the mat, Misty quickly bends down and picks her up by taking a handful of her hair. Once Tessa is up to her feet, Misty takes her right arm and places it between Tessa???s legs. She quickly lifts her up and places her left arm onto the head of Tessa and drops her down to the mat with a body slam. Flanagan quickly places her right hand on her lower back as she lays on the mat.

Simone: That was a beautiful body slam. I look forward to seeing Misty doing that to every single member of the Mean Girl.

Adams:You make me wonder how many times Misty appears in that "burn book" they have.

Simone: I'm sure they have an entire shrine devoted to their hatred of Misty.

As Tessa slowly begins to get up to her feet, Misty grabs her by the right arm and pulls her up the rest of the way. Once Flanagan is back up to her feet, Misty takes her by the right hand and Irish Whips her into the corner across from Angelica. Misty walks over to the corner and quickly lights Tessa up with a few kicks to the gut. As Tessa lets out a scream after every shot, the bends over and places her hands into her gut. Misty then takes a handful of Tessa's hair. As the Mean Girl screams, Misty has a devious smirk on her face. Cocking her head back, Misty pulls it forward landing a vicious headbutt to Tessa. As the inexperienced Mean Girl screams, Misty lands another hard shot. After a few moments, she hits her with another shot. After the three consecutive shots, Misty lets go of the hair of her opponent. As the fans continue to cheer for her, she takes Tessa by the right arm. Pulling her out of the corner, she throws Tessa into her corner. Angelica looks at Tessa for a few moments without extending her hand. As Tessa backs out of the corner, she looks at Angelica for a moment. As the two exchange glances, Misty walks towards them. She then grabs the arm of Flanagan and turns her around to face her. Tessa gets a big glimpse of Misty and tries to turn around to tag in her partner. Before she can, Misty quickly grabs her by the right arm again and pulls her to her. She quickly extends her own right arm and catches Flanagan in the neck with a clothesline! Tessa falls down to the mat as the fans erupt! Misty looks down and her as she runs over towards the ropes. Once she makes it to the ropes, Angelica springs into action. She extends her right leg and catches Misty in the back causing her to buckle down to the mat.

Simone: And here we go! Of course the Mean Girls can't do anything without cheating.

Adams: I don't necessarily think that was cheating, I just think that Angelica was being proactive.

Simone: Are you seriously defending that? Misty is on her own in this match. She's fighting against two wild bitches.

Tessa makes her way up to her feet to see Misty holding onto her already injured ribs. Tessa springs into action landing a plethora of right legged kicks down on Misty's stomach area. After a few shots to the ribs, the referee backs Flanagan away from Misty. As Misty is laying on the mat holding onto her ribs, Tessa quickly walks over and tags in Angelica.

Adams: And here comes the visionary behind Delia! Hashtag Liz Smalls fact.

Simone: Oh come on, Liz isn't even in this damn match!

Angelica quickly enters the ring. She walks over to Misty and begins to land kicks into the injured ribs. As the fans boo, Misty squirms on the mat. After a few shots, Angelica backs away and starts to let Misty make her way back up to her feet. Once Misty is up to her feet, Angelica jumps up and extends both of her feet catching Misty in the face with a standing dropkick! Misty falls down to the mat and Angelica quickly goes for the cover.

ONE
TWO

Misty forces her right shoulder off of the mat. Angelica looks up at the referee and begins to exchange a few expressions his way. After a moment, she looks down and grabs two handfuls of Misty's black hair. She picks Misty's head up and slams it back down to the mat repeatedly. After a few moments, Angelica stops on her own accord as she stands up from the mat. After a moment, she turns her back on Misty and begins to talk to Tessa. Suddenly, Misty stands up from the mat and walks over to her opponent. She pulls Angelica by the hair and begins to walk away from the corner. As Angelica follows her away from her corner, her hands are extended towards Tessa with no avail. Misty quickly lets go of her hair and wraps her right arm around Angelica's waist. She then picks her up and forcefully drops her down on her right knee. Angelica falls to the mat off of the impressive backbreaker. Misty drops down to the mat holding her ribs as she goes for the cover.

ONE
TWO

Angelica gets her should off of the mat. Not letting her advantage slip away, Misty quickly stands up from the mat and holds onto her ribs as she awaits Angelica getting back to her feet. Once Angelica makes her way to her feet, Misty walks over to her and extends her left foot into Angelica's stomach area. Suddenly, Angelica grabs onto her left foot and laughs as she holds Misty motionless. As Angelica starts to throw insults at Misty, her opponent jumps lifting her right leg in the air high enough to smack Angelica in the face with a beautiful enzuguri. As Misty braces her fall to the mat, Angelica falls flat on her face on the mat. She then rolls over onto her stomach as Misty begins to get up from the mat. Once she's up to her feet, Misty looks down at Angelica as the fans are cheering for her. Misty turns her back on her opponent and then jumps up doing a backflip looking to land on Angelica. Suddenly, Angelica raises her knees up and Misty comes crashing down on them. The missed standing moonsault leaves Misty on the mat cradling her ribs. Angelica then slowly stands up to her feet and looks down at Misty who is in obvious pain. Angelica then begins to taunt away. As the fans boo her, she starts to trade barbs back at the fans. They boo her more as she turns her attention away from Misty and to the fans. Suddenly, Misty begins to get up to her feet. After a moment, Angelica turns her attention back over towards Misty who is just about back to her vertical base. Angelica then runs over to Misty. She stops close enough to place her hands on Misty's shoulders as she lifts her legs up and around Misty's neck. Suddenly, Misty latches onto Angelica's bottoms before she drops her down to the mat with a powerful powerbomb!

Simone: Ding dong, the bitch is dead!

Adams: Hey, that was so not nice!

Angelica lays down on the mat with her arms and legs spread out. She seems to be knocked out from the powerful move. Misty smirks as she slowly grabs onto the right hand of Angelica. She pulls her seemingly lifeless body up to her feet and slowly walks her over to her teams corner. As Angelica rests on the turnbuckle, Misty turns her attention to Tessa. As she smirks at Tessa, she runs over towards the turnbuckle. Suddenly, Angelica falls down to the mat causing Misty to run into the turnbuckle chest first. As Misty backs out of the corner, Tessa reaches down and taps the shoulder of her partner. After making the tag, Tessa begins to ascend the turnbuckle.

Simone: What in the hell is Tessa doing?

Making it to the top, Tessa looks down at Misty who is holding onto her chest. As the fans boo, Tessa leaps off of the turnbuckle. Falling on top of Misty, Tessa stays on top for the cover after the beautiful diving crossbody.

ONE TWO T...

Misty forces Tessa off of her. The fans seem to be in awe at the close call that Tessa had received. As Tessa is quickly back up to her feet, she runs towards Misty. As Misty makes her way back to her feet, she runs towards the oncoming Tessa and drops her shoulder to her. Misty hits Flanagan in the stomach with a huge spear. The spear sends Tessa down to the mat flat on her back. Misty stands up to her feet holding onto her ribs as she turns around and looks at Angelica who is standing on the apron. She then turns her attention back to Tessa she then bends over and grabs the right arm of Tessa. Falling to the mat, she pulls Tessa on top of her. Then placing her legs in a cloverleaf position, she places Tessa's head on top. Then putting both of her hands on top of Tessa's head, she pushes down on it.

Simone: Well here we go! Tessa's going to die!

Tessa begins to scream. As she squirms from being in the hold, she has no choice but to tap to the perfectly executed "The Queen's Punishment." As the bell rings, Misty lets go. Tessa rolls off from on top of Tessa as Angelica looks frozen with fear. Angelica jumps down off of the apron and walks over to the side of the ring. She slides in slightly and grabs the leg of Tessa and pulls her out of the ring. The sounds of "What You Want" by Evanescence is heard followed by the sound of Justin's voice.

Justin: Here is your winner, Misty!

Misty walks over to the ropes nearest the entrance way. She rests her arms upon the top as she watches Angelica drag an almost lifeless Tessa to the back.

Zuri Chastain is quickly walking through the backstage area searching for Mercedes Vargas. While searching for Mercedes, Zuri runs into Amy Marshall.

Zuri Chastain: What's up Amy?

Amy: Uh hi... Zuri.

Amy said having never met Zuri before.

Zuri Chastain: I know we haven't met yet but I was wondering if you seen Mercedes Vargas.

Zuri stops a bit while having a brief conversation with Amy.

Amy: I have not. You will probably find her in the Mean Girls locker room kissing some ass.

Amy said snidely. Zuri chuckles a bit.

Zuri Chastain: Let's just hope that is all she is doing. I already can't stand those bimbos. Mercedes is the lamest of the bunch. How do you feel about them?

Blanca joins her sister while looking towards the other area. Zuri holds her hands up before Amy could react.

Zuri Chastain: Blanca is making sure we don't get jumped.

Amy looks around and smiles a little.

Amy: Hate them with a passion. Bunch of fake plastic tramps. And I thought Mercedes was better than them.

Zuri shrugs her shoulders a bit.

Zuri Chastain: I am not surprised Mercedes is the biggest plastic joke on the roster. She and the Mean Girls are a plastic marriage in fake heaven. I would love to stay and run down all those runway rejects. However I must track Mercedes down before I start target practice on those bitches.

Zuri looks at Amy while Blanca moves on a head.

Amy: Good luck.

Amy shakes her head, as she watches Zuri and Blanca leave.

Scott Oliver is standing beside Horace Jackson as the scene fades into the interview space.

Scott Oliver: Horace, how are you feeling after last week's loss?

Horace Jackson: Last week should have been my night but that damn moron Equinox decided he wanted to steal my thunder.

Scott Oliver: Rumor around the locker room is that you might be facing Joshua Acquin. What are your thoughts on this recent development?

Horace Jackson: I am here to say the rumors are true. Joshua wants to finally take on The Soulless One. I wonder if this is going to keep me out of the title picture though.

Scott Oliver: What happened to the fan favorite, fun loving Beast from the Southeast?

Horace Jackson: He's still around it's just I got tired of being treated like some damn rookie. Now these people are going to face The Empire's dark force of humanity. The Underworld is screaming for blood and well it will happen.

Scott Oliver: Well I hope you don't let this ruin you.

Horace Jackson: Trust me, I won't let that happen.

Horace walks passed Scott Oliver as the scene fades.

Backstage, we see Trishelle Jordan. She is walking with a smile on her face, and her eyes planted on her phone. As she continues to text away, she passes up many people backstage. Suddenly, she trips on what seems to be her own two feet. Suddenly, she bends over and grabs picks up her phone. The camera slowly pans out to see Kris Halc standing behind her. A smile is already across his lips, admiring the view of the female's backside as she leans forward.

Kris: That ass though. Seriously a masterpiece you have there.

Grabbing her phone, she slowly makes her way back to her vertical base. She turns around and looks at Kris with a smile.

Trishelle: Hey, when you said you???d be looking??? I didn???t think you were serious. I mean that was a very inopportune time.

Kris: Was it? Or was it the most perfect time? Couldn't have planned it better had I tried.

The SCW newcomer steps forwards towards her, dressed in regular clothes having not been booked tonight.

Kris: So, you don???t have a match tonight. I don???t have a match tonight. What brings us here?

Trishelle smirks as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Trishelle: I like watching people beat the crap out of each other. Why are you here?

Kris: Maybe I like watching people, watch people best the crap out of each other? Is that so bad?

He laughs at himself, always the first to find his own comments amusing.

Trishelle: That depends, should I be worried?

Kris: Not at all. I'm pretty harmless. I don't bite unless someone makes a very charming request. The reason I actually show up, is to watch people. You and your fine backside were just a little bonus. I can't really be expected to figure this place and all these people out if I don???t show up every week.

She uncrossed her arms and placed them on her hips.

Trishelle: You could always do like me and ask around.

He waves his hand in the air shooing that thought away before it can take hold in his head.

Kris: People lie. Some of them mean to. Others do it on instinct. Even more just like the way that it feels.

He stops moving towards her, stopping just inside arm's reach of her.

Kris: The only way to really know anything is to just lurk around and uh???

He looks around her, taking note of her rear again.

Kris:.... take in the sights.

Trishelle lets out a soft laugh before she takes a step towards him. With a smirk on her face, she look around him and laughs again.

Trishelle: Then I guess we can both learn a thing or two that way.

He shakes his head at her and brings his hand up to his chin, with his index finger coming up over his lips. He seems to be deep in thought.

Kris: Nope... you don't have it in you.

Playfully she shoves him away. He retreats a few steps breaking down into laughter.

Kris: What? You look more like a "do-er" than a "watcher" anyway.

She places her hands on her hips once again before she smiles.

Trishelle: You'd be surprised.

Kris: Think so? That doesn't happen to me often. Its a genetic thing. You know my brother after all.

She walks closer to him and stands on his side.

Trishelle:Yeah, you're brother is a nice guy. You're nicer though.

He looks down and turns his head towards, almost talking sideways at her, with a widening smiles.

Kris: I hear that a lot. Probably as much as you hear mildly attractive guys tell you how stunning you are. Although, its never a bad thing to get compliments.

She smiles as she turns to him.

Trishelle: Some are way more attractive than others. You're right though, compliments can never go wrong. See you around, Kris.

Trishelle walks away. As she does, Kris looks with a smile on his face.

Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd. Delia steps out from the back, wearing a salmon pink skirt, and a white blouse. She stands next to Mercedes as they both look out into the audience.

Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, from Buenos Aires, Argentina.. standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing in at 127 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Delia Darling, she is... MERRRRRCEDESSSS VARRRRRRRGAAAAASSSSS!!!

Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet them. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, they flip their long hair in unison, then they make their way to the ring. As Mercedes goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent to arrive. Delia climbs inside of the ring and stands behind Mercedes, bringing in the boos for her.

*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!*

The lights go completely black, as white strobes flash on the stage. A red spotlight shines on the curtains as "Smack Down" by Thousand Foot Krutch plays. Once the music picks up, Spike shoves the curtains aside, and walks out onto the stage. Spike is dressed in a black tuxedo with a silver vest, and his hair spiked more neatly than usual. He smiles at the fans, who cheer, as he points out across the audience. His smile fades as he dashes down to the ring, sliding in underneath the ropes. He climbs up to his feet as he approaches Justin, whispering into his ear. After a second, Justin smirks and hands the microphone over to Spike as the fans cheer. Delia shouts at him, rolling her eyes as Mercedes comes down from the turnbuckle. Spike winks at them as he clears his throat.

Spike Staggs: Let's see if I can do this any justice here... And her opponent... from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada.. Standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 128 pounds, she is your Bombshell Champion... VIIIIIXENNNNNN.....

Spike allows the name to hang in the air for a moment before grinning proudly and finishing it off with a bang???

Spike Staggs: ??????????????? STAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGSSSSS!!!

Crowd: *POP!*

The throbbing beat of Emphatic's 'Bounce' is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring. Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and backflips into the ring, moving to the corner where she climbs to the second turnbuckle and salutes the fans once more before jumping down to stretch slightly as the fans' chants begin to fade. Vixen drops down and walks over to Spike, giving him a kiss on the lips as Delia and Mercedes give a light clap, feigning interest. Drew Patton comes to the center of the ring and takes the belt from Vixen, holding it up in the air as he orders Delia and Spike out of the ring.

DING! DING! DING!

Spike refuses to leave the ring until Delia does. However, this doesn???t stop Mercedes and Vixen from charging to the center of the ring, digging their nails into each other???s hair to start things off. The fans cheer loudly at this display as Vixen gets a slight upper hand. Drew continues to order Delia out of the ring, and she finally obliges. Spike exits as well, leaving the two women to struggle back and forth. The fans are on their feet as Vixen swings forward with a hard punch to Mercedes. Mercedes returns a vicious knee to the stomach that nearly doubles Vixen over. Mercedes rakes her hair before sending her flying across the ring with a Hair Biel, followed quickly by a series of mounted punches. After about four, Vixen rolls Mercedes over and returns the favor, hitting a few harsh punches of her own.

Crowd: CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT! CATFIGHT!

Simone: These fans couldn't be more right here. I???ve never seen either of these ladies get so down and dirty in a match right from the start.

Adams: Mercedes has been boasting on Twitter for the last 24 hours that she will walk out of here as the Bombshell Champion to face Delia at Violent Conduct II.

Mercedes rolls Vixen over once more, but they continue to tumble to the outside of the ring. This causes the fans to cheer even louder as Mercedes grabs a handful of Vixen's hair, smashing her face into the ring steps! The fans boo as Delia claps, shouting in approval. Spike shouts up to Drew, who begins counting. Mercedes ignores it, but Vixen places her foot on the steps, before applying an elbow to Mercedes' face. Mercedes grits her teeth and charges forward, only for Vixen to hit a Drop Toe Hold that causes the challenger to meet the steps face first. Drew counts to four, and then five. Vixen rolls inside of the ring, and quickly back to the outside. She mutters a few words to Mercedes as she yanks her up by her hair. She smashes Mercedes' face into the barricade twice. Fans pat Vixen on the back to show their support as Vixen rounds the corner with Mercedes. She holds onto the back of her head, lifting it up so Delia can see a trickle of blood coming from Mercedes' forehead. She uses this as a warning, but before Delia can even react, Mercedes clubs Vixen in the side as hard as she can. She shoves her away, and then grabs Vixen's hair, holding her up so Delia can shout into her face. Drew's count get up to seven as Spike rounds the corner quickly, pulling Delia back a few paces. She shouts in his face as Mercedes bashes Vixen's face into the bare ring post. She quickly slides inside of the ring, before coming back out, restarting the count.

Simone: Not that I have a problem watching these two beat the hell out of each other, but when will this match actually go inside of the ring?

Adams: Both of these ladies are former Bombshell Roulette champions, and they are no strangers to danger. Hey! I'm a poet and I didn???t even know it!

Simone: Enough rhyming...

Adams: I rhymed? I didn't even realize it!

Mercedes picks Vixen up off of the ground and flings her into the barricade. She picks her up again and then flings her into the ring apron, crashing her back against it hard. Vixen stumbles forward and Mercedes trips her up, causing her to smack her chin on the barricade. She crashes down with a double knee drop to Vixen's chest. She stands up and looks over to the ring, seeing Drew make it to a 5 count. She goes to roll back inside of the ring, but before she can roll back out, Vixen stumbles to her feet and smashes into Mercedes' side. She pushes her all the way inside of the ring before rolling in herself. Vixen walks over to the corner, hitting a Shooting Stars Press, before hooking the leg of Mercedes.

1!

2!

Simone: And Mercedes reaches for the ropes. Is she already out of energy, or is she just conserving it?

Adams: I don't know. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. But one thing is for sure, you can't put the Argentine Assassin away that fast!

Mercedes arches her back as she pulls herself from under Vixen. She quickly shoves her boot against Vixen's face, sending her back while delivering a bit of humiliation with it. Vixen doesn't take too kindly to it as she grabs onto the boot. She stands up, ready to trip her up when Mercedes comes around with an Enziguiri. Vixen ducks it, but then Mercedes catches her with the back of her boot under her chin. Vixen stumbles back as Mercedes shoves her into the corner. She places her boot against Vixen's throat, holding on tightly to the top rope. Drew comes over and warns her, but she keeps going. He begins counting 1! 2! 3! 4! LET GO! Mercedes drops her foot and gets in Drew's face, stating "I have until five!" She brings her boot back up and goes for another second before tossing Vixen down to the mat.

Simone: One has to wonder if Mercedes is just trying to soften Vixen up for Delia, or is she actually wants to win this match. She's playing dirty tonight.

Adams: My guess is that she's stepping up the Mean Girl act since joining... the Mean Girls. She clearly wants to humiliate Vixen over what happened after the Main Event last week.

Mercedes sits on Vixen's back, locking on a Camel Clutch hold, wrenching Vixen's back and neck as she does so. As she does, Delia comes over and begins shouting in Vixen's face. Drew warns her to stay back, but Delia is adding the insult to injury caused by Mercedes. Delia spits in Vixen's face, causing Spike to walk over to her once more. This time, he has a scowl on his face as he gets in Delia's face. Vixen tries to object, but she can't. She finally catches onto the rope and Drew calls for a break. Mercedes once again refuses to let go. She wrenches harder as Drew starts to count again. 1! 2! 3! 4! LET GO!

Simone: Spike had better be careful not to let his temper get the better of him against Delia, or he might find himself jobless.

Adams: I'm less worried about him, and more worried that Mercedes is going to intentionally get disqualified here!

Drew doesn't let her play this game any longer as he pulls Mercedes off of Vixen. Mercedes instinctively goes to slap the taste out of his mouth, shouting in Spanish at him as he ducks. Upon turning around, Vixen bridges underneath Mercedes, leaning up on her knees to hit the most interesting version of a Powerbomb ever seen. She plants Mercedes against the turnbuckle and then darts forward with a Bronco Buster, returning the humiliation while blowing a kiss to Spike. This almost instantly diffuses the situation as he laughs. Delia shrugs him off, spinning around and letting her hair slap him as she does so. The crowd laughs and cheers as Vixen gets off of Mercedes. She lifts her up and then nails a hard slap across the face, followed by a Knife Edge Chop that echoes around Club Sound. She runs backward, before charging forward looking for a Hurricanrana. Mercedes lifts her up, but Vixen quickly falls down, spinning around in two full circles with a Whirlybird Headscissors. Mercedes skids across the ring. Vixen charges across the ring toward Mercedes, but Mercedes rolls her up into a Small Package. She grabs a handful of Vixen's tights as she locks it on.

1!

2!

Simone: And Drew sees the handful of tights. I thought Delia planned to tell Drew of his mistakes in this match.

Adams: She only meant that she would let Drew know if he was making calls that didn't favor Mercedes, obviously...

Drew orders her to let go of the pin. Mercedes obliges, but with a spiteful glare in her eyes. She continues to glare at him as she lifts Vixen off of the ground. She gives Vixen an Irish Whip toward the ropes, while arguing with Drew. Vixen spots this and leaps onto the second rope. With Drew distracted, Delia grabs onto Vixen's foot, tripping her up. Mercedes glares over at Delia, giving her a look. Delia shrugs her shoulders, and we can only imagine that she says "Sorry bout it" under her breath. This time, Spike has had enough of it. He charges over and stands between Delia and the ring, shouting at her. Her eyes widen as she hauls her arm back and slaps the taste out of his mouth. As his eyes widen in a rage, Mercedes tosses Vixen through the ropes, and causes the bride and groom to tumble forward. Delia holds her hands up innocently as she steps away from this. Mercedes climbs outside of the ring and decides to begin her assault once again. She peels Vixen off of Spike and whips her into the corner post. Vixen puts her hands up, softening the blow a bit. Mercedes charges forward, and Vixen flings her into the post with full force, busting her open even more with this blow.

Simone: The fans are showing their barbaric side here as they cheer for blood. And the challenger is giving plenty of hers right now!

Adams: You're so insensitive, Belinda! Don't you know that something like that could leave a permanent scar?

A chuckle from Belinda answers Jason's question. Mercedes touches at her forward, and she goes into a rage. She stumbles forward, hitting Vixen with a hard right before bashing her face into the corner. She grabs onto Vixen's arm and stands on the ring apron, walking it like a tight rope before she crashes down with a Headscissors Take Down. She rolls inside of the ring and back outside, restarting the count once more. She is determined to bust Vixen open once more. However, Vixen has shed enough blood in the ring lately. She fights back, sending Mercedes into the ring apron with a Spear. She rolls inside of the ring, dragging Mercedes inside by her hair. Mercedes kicks and screams as she tries to stop it. Vixen lifts her up and as she gets in Mercedes' face, the two trade very candid insults. Mercedes slaps Vixen across the face with full force. As Vixen spins around, Mercedes lifts her up, only for Vixen to contort her body, locking on an inverted version of the Foxy Dreams! The crowd is on their feet as Delia climbs onto the apron. She tries to get inside, but Drew is quick to stop her. The crowd boos as Mercedes starts to go limp, falling toward her knees. Vixen lets go, having had enough of Delia. She charges forward, knocking into both her and Drew. Delia flies off of the apron and hits her face on the barricade. Vixen shakes her head in frustration before lifting Mercedes up into a Kudo Driver, also known as the Fall From Grace. She drops down, exhausted on top of Mercedes, hooking the leg.

Simone: Is this is?.

1!

2!

Adams: I don't know, I don't know, I don't know...

3!

Justin: Here is your winner and STILL SCW Bombshell Champion??? VIIIIIIXXXXXENNNNN!!!

Spike stumbles back to his feet as Drew Patton helps Vixen to hers. He hands her the Bombshell Championship, and she holds it up high into the air. Spike crawls inside of the ring and holds her hand up, showing off her new wedding ring. Delia crawls inside of the ring and checks on Mercedes. She has a towel in her hand as she pats at Mercedes' forehead, wiping away the blood. She glares over at Vixen and charges up behind her, knocking her down to the ground. She grabs the Bombshell Championship and begins smacking Vixen with it while screaming at her. Spike narrows his eyes and rips the belt from her, shoving her away from Vixen. She shoves him right back, but security is already running down the ramp. Mercedes slowly recovers, not sure what is going on. Delia is brought back to the corner as Spike helps Vixen to her feet once more. Vixen grits her teeth as she charges forward, sandwiching Delia between a guard and the ring post. Mercedes realizes what has happened, and she tries to go after Vixen, but security is keeping the three ladies apart. Spike picks up the Bombshell Championship and then grabs onto Vixen, escorting her away from the ring against her will. They both narrow their eyes at Mean Girls as ???Bounce??? begins playing. Vixen holds the belt up in the air as she climbs out of the ring and walks up the ramp, rubbing it in Delia's face as they disappear through the curtains.

The opening rift to Five Finger Death Punch's "Wrecking Ball" start to blast through the speakers, as red and gold lights flash across the building, synchronized to the beat of the drums. The fans look confused as the lyrics kick in.

Andrew: I would like to issue a challenge to anyone in the back to a match next week on Climax Control! If any of you have the balls to do it.

As Andrew, Ivan, and Casey stand waiting, curious to who will answer the call, "The High Life" strikes up over the loud speakers as the crowd goes insane. "The Soulless One" Horace Jackson walks out onto the stage. Andrew Garcia seems confused as Horace pulls out a microphone.

Horace Jackson: The Underworld was buzzing after some low level demon was spewing some hot garbage. Now Andrew, I don't know what you will get out of this open challenge but are you really ready for this. I see this as a way to destroy another HSI stooge. I also will use this to send a message to Joshua Acquin. I accept your challenge. The Empire Salutes You.

Horace smirks down at Andrew.

Andrew: You, sir, are on. As far as Joshua Acquin is concerned, he won't get a chance to face you because I will destroy you to the point of no return. Should I fail at doing so, I am confident that he will finish it. We in HSI stick our necks out for family, and that is exactly what HSI is, a family. Granted, we may seem disjointed, but we are a family nonetheless, and we get the job done that others don't.

Andrew cackles as he says this, the scene fading to black.

Just arrived in the SCW Shop...

We're backstage and we see Scott Oliver with Jon Dough. The crowd is heard cheering in the background. Jon is seeing wearing his mask, a NXT T-shirt, with black pants. The two men are standing in front of a big SCW Logo

Scott Oliver: Scott here along with Jon Dough. So Jon first how's the wrist?

Jon lefts his right arm to show he is brace free

Jon Dough: Well as you can see no brace, its still swollen a bit, but its healing nicely.

Crowd is heard cheering

Scott Oliver: Can you explain what all had happened that night?

Jon Dough: Well not much to say, I lost my match, I went for fresh air, Ninja tried to stop me. I didn't listen, I opened the door that led to an ally way and a car happen to be driving by. Ninja comes out and holds the man hostage while the cops showed up. It was clear that the man may have had one to many to drink. I just happen to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

Scott Oliver: According to Master Lily you will be ready for action in a few weeks. Do you have any plans going forward, anyone you want to get in the ring with and why?

Jon Dough: my plans are the same as when I first started here. I just want to give the fans the best match I can give them. Who I fight is not up to me. SCW makes that call, they let me know when there ready to, and then I just go out there and give everyone a good show.

Crowd is heard cheering

Scott Oliver: In your short time here you have been the SCW Tag Team Champion twice, do you plan on winning it a third time?

Crowd cheers a bit

Jon Dough: That's not up to me. I'm just as talent who gets told who he fights. But one thing is for sure, the fans would like to see NXT as there tag team champions.

Crowd is heard cheering.

Scott Oliver: So last week Master Lily said Ninja would be filming a movie and that taking his place on the roster would be between her son The Blasted Monk, Song or Orchid. So Jon let me ask you, who would you rather see here in SCW.

Jon Dough: Oh Mr. Oliver, I'm not stupid, I will not pick one as I would like to see them all here.

Scott Oliver: Fair enough. So Jon if you don't mind there are a few more questions I would like to ask.

Jon Dough: Sure Scott fire away.

Scott Oliver: when you first got here you said you got in this business to pay off a debt to Master Wong. As you were found left for dead in China, have you been able to recall what all happen to you yet?

Jon Dough: Well...

Smoke appears everywhere, as the smoke clears we see a ninja dressed in red.

Scott Oliver: I guessing this is Song, what happened to Jon?

Song: Jon is needed by Master Wong. Jon would like to continue this interview next week if its OK with you.

Scott Oliver: Sure its OK with me as I still....

Smoke appears on screen again and as it clears we see Scott Oliver standing by himself.

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!

Green, with a large smile, stands tall in long black wrestling tights with three blue stars on each leg and his SCW Heavyweight title fastened firmly around his waist. Hi black boots have kick-pads on the front which have the "Male symbol" on them in blue. He is wearing white wristbands and a black, 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
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy?
#Burning down the house

Justin: Introducing first...weighing in at 230 pounds, he is the reigning SCW Heavyweight Champion??? 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, this time un hooking his belt and holding it high above his head.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, motioning for the microphone. He drapes his title belt over his left shoulder and lets out a thunderous greeting to the electric crowd.

Drake: Helloooo California!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: 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 Heavyweight Champion 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 Los Angeles, MY PEOPLE!, I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake walks around the ring a bit

Drake: These three men...these three champions...are what it's all about. We're all here for the same reason...the right reason...and that's you.

Green points around to the crowd.

Drake: We're all here for you and that's what makes these guys champions. Not the belt they wear but the courage and decency they have in their hearts. I want you all to do me a favor and give each one of these guys the applause they deserve.

The crowd gets to their feet and claps as loud as the can. Drake hands the microphone over to Justin and his belt over to the timekeeper before taking off his shirt and tossing it into the first few rows. He shakes both the hands of his opponents, Despayre and Big B, and that of his partner the enigmatic Equinox. He tugs on the ropes two times and eagerly awaits the bell.

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 where also Equinox's laugh can be heard loudly. 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: And his partner... From St. Louis, Missouri, standing at 5 feet 8 inches and weighing in at 235 pounds, he is... EEEEEEQUINNNNNOXXXX!!!

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 to 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 several exclusive promotions as he let out a bloody scream.

Justin: And their opponents, the Tag Team Champions! At a combined weight of 463 pounds, and being accompanied to the ring by Angel and Synn, they are... BOOOOOSOMMMM BUUUUUUDIEEEEEESSS!!!

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

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

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

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

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

They arrive at ringside and Synn climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open. Big B lowers Despayre so his teammate can climb off and drop to the apron where he scrambles inside of the ring, followed closely by Big B. Despayre grabs the ropes and shakes them while head banging to the beat of the music as B just stands there calmly, watching his little buddy. Synn then steps through the ropes and leads the team over toward their allotted corner while they await the start of the match while the music trails off.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: We don't often see a Clash of the Champions match, but when we do, they never disappoint!

Adams: And with talent such as Drake Green, Equinox, and Bosom Buddies, this one will be no different. But, who will start us off here tonight?

We can see Despayre and Big B talking in the corner while Equinox and Drake seem settled. Drake steps onto the apron, though he seems like he'd rather start off the action tonight. Equinox steps to the center of the ring, as Big B looks ready to start things off. However, a few words from Despayre, and the bigger grappler steps to the apron. Despayre comes to the center of the ring as well, sticking his hand out for Equinox. Equinox tilts his head to the side, studying the hand before accepting it. After a firm shake, both men step back, ready to start things off. Equinox circles around Despayre, who stands there, eyeballing the self proclaimed maniac. Equinox is surprised by Despayre's refusal to meet his game of cat and mouse. He immediately lunges forward, grabbing the evenly sized competitor around the waist. However, Despayre swings an elbow back, knocking into the mask of Equinox. He quickly turns around and leaps up for a Hurricanrana. As Despayre comes for the take down, Equinox holds onto him, balancing himself carefully before trying to lock on an Elevated Boston Crab. Despayre seems to be out of luck until he grabs onto the nearby ropes, using them to finish off his Hurricanrana before the move is locked on. The crowd cheers at this athletic display.

Simone: That was an amazing display of ring awareness by one half of the tag champs.

Adams: I haven't seen such flexibility since Amy Marshall's classic "Two and a Half Men In Me"!

As if you could heard Belinda's palm hitting her face, you can just imagine her disgust. Meanwhile, Despayre has gotten back up to his feet as Equinox rallies the support of his Jokers behind him. Despayre rests against the ropes, goading Equinox to dash forward. He doesn't buy into these games, but he does approach the young Despayre. Despayre ducks under a clothesline attempt, and smashes the back of his heel to Equinox's face. The heavy mask seems to have cut the Roulette Champion as a few seconds later, a small trace of crimson runs down his face. The crowd cheers for this, but it doesn't seem to appease Despayre enough. He picks Equinox off of the mat and flings him toward the ropes. Equinox quickly reverses it, but Despayre comes rebounding off of the ropes with a Spear that takes Equinox down to the mat. The crowd roars in approval once more.

Simone: The smallest man in this match is packing the biggest punch so far, and we've barely even started the bout.

Adams: I have no doubt in my mind that we haven't seen the worst of it yet.

Equinox moves back into the corner, resting his palms on the bottoms ropes. Despayre sees this as an opportunity to fly forward with a knee to Equinox's face, but Equinox drops down, tripping Despayre up as he slides under his legs. He grabs onto Despayre's hands and drags him under his own legs. Equinox continues to drag him to the center of the ring where he leaps off of the ropes, looking for a Moonsault. Despayre rolls out of the way and kips up. As he comes back, looking for a Bulldog, Equinox sends him flying into Big B, making the first tag of the match. However, B has fallen down to the outside upon impact. Big B doesn't seem too happy about this as he slides back inside of the ring. As Equinox charges forward, he is met with a Big Boot, followed by an Elbow Drop to the chest. Big B rests there, hooking the leg for a pin.

1!

2!Kickout!

Simone: It was obviously too early to put away our Roulette Champion, but I don't think Big B is finished anyway.

Adams: Equinox can't be shut down so easily. There is a reason he has been the Roulette Champion for over two months now.

Drake stretches his hand out, calling to Equinox for the tag. However, as he inches his way from under Big B, hand outstretched, B grabs onto his ankle, pulling him back toward his corner. He lifts Equinox up and drops him down to the mat behind him. After a bit of an arrogant swagger, he picks Equinox off of the mat. He flings Equinox into the ropes. As he rebounds, B lifts him up into the air with a powerful Flapjack that rocks the ring. The nervous expression on Drake's face only deepens as he retracts his hand, shouting out what could either be words of encouragement, or orders to get back in the game. B rolls Equinox over onto his back, ready to try another pin. However, Equinox rolls to the outside of the ring, regaining his composure. B reaches through the ropes, grabbing a handful of Equinox's hair as he lifts him up onto the ring apron. Drake shouts from nearby as Equinox tries to combat this. Out of nowhere, he falls down to his knees, landing a Guillotine over the top ropes. He rolls under the ropes and slowly crawls over to Drake, slapping hands with him to make the tag!

Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: We're finally getting to see a fresh Drake Green inside of the ring, and the fans are loving it!

Adams: I told you not to count Equinox out of this thing just yet. He's fought through many extremes to remain the champion, so a Flapjack and a Hurricanrana won't keep him down.

Drake Green comes into the match, on fire. He catches B with a Clothesline that drops the muscular man. As B comes back up, Drake catches him with another. He gestures for B to get up again, however, Despayre jumps over the ropes and onto Drake's back. The little bugger goes to randomly biting Drake's head and shoulders as quickly as he can. The fans chuckle as B gets back to his feet. He goes to punch Drake with a hard hit down the center, but Drake turns, causing B to hit his own partner! B feels horrible about this as he immediately drops down to check on Despayre. This gives Drake the perfect opportunity to surprise B with a Belly to Back Suplex. He bridges it over into a pin while B tries kicking his legs out.

1!

2!Kickout!

Simone: That was a solid effort by our Heavyweight Champion, but it just wasn't enough to put Big B away!

Adams: This match is all about egos, even if they are all fan favorites. Each man is a champion, and they like to think it is just that easy for them.

B works his way back up to his feet, but Drake is right there with him. Drake goes for a DDT, but B moves his head from underneath Drake's arm and plants him with a modified side slam. He goes to hook the leg, but doesn't even get a one count for his efforts. He picks Drake up, playing rough with the champ's neck in the process. Drake winces as B flings him into the ropes. He goes for a Tilt-A-Whirl slam, but Drake uses this momentum to bring B down with a Swinging DDT instead. As B clutches at his neck, Drake nails a Springboard Moonsault onto B's back. He rolls him over, ready for a pin, but Despayre nails him from behind with a Dropkick. B uses this momentum to hook onto Drake's legs, pressing down with everything he's got.

1!

2!

Simone: Despite Despayre's attempt at blocking him, Equinox leapfrogs over him and breaks up the pin!

Adams: Equinox has Drake's back, just as much as Despayre has B's. Neither team wants to give up here, and the fans are sure to be the true winners tonight. Did I pack enough cliches into that one?

Simone: Do you even know what a cliche is? Wait, don't answer that...

Jasmine St. John tries to regain order in this match as Equinox and Despayre battle it out. Things have gotten heated, very quickly as Despayre and Equinox have come to trading blows back and forth. Jasmine finally gets them separated back to their corners. She orders each man back to the outside. Drake slowly stands up, as does Big B. They begin punching one another rapidly, going back and forth, as the crowd cheers them both on. Once it seems like Drake is getting the better of the exchange, he sends B back into his own corner with a clothesline. B falls back into his partner, and Jasmine signals the tag. Drake doesn't realize this as he turns around to catch his breath. Despayre climbs onto the top rope, and as Drake turns around to charge, his is met by a Flying Crossbody, turned into a pin...

1!

2!

3!NO!

Simone: Drake gets his shoulder up at the last second, and the crowd is going wild!

Adams: Who wouldn't? I mean, this amazing match gets to continue!

Drake slowly makes his way up to his feet where he is met by a partial Flying Heel Kick from Despayre. He stumbles backward, falling against the ropes. Despayre quickly charges forward, delivering a clothesline over the top rope. Drake holds on as Despayre crashes to the outside. Drake's foot is caught in the ropes as he tries to wiggle free. Synn tends to Despayre, making sure he's alright after his tumble. Despayre gets back to his feet, swinging rapidly at Drake like a punching bag as the blood flows to his head. The biggest worry for Drake is falling and further injuring his neck as he swings wildly back at Despayre. This is when Equinox dives off of the apron with a Flying Senton that drops both men. B climbs inside of the ring, using this to his advantage as he presses his knee hard into Drake's back. Jasmine orders him back to his corner, but B doesn't listen. He keeps wrenching Drake's back until Jasmine threatens to disqualify. B slaps Drake's foot, causing it to loosen up. Drake gets himself out of the ropes and gently back onto the apron. He slides back inside quickly. Drake nails the Showstopper on B, seeming satisfied with himself. However, Despayre is back inside of the ring behind him, sizing him up.

Simone: This... does not look good for the Heavyweight Champion...

Adams: Big B's out cold, Equinox is slowly trying to get back to the ring, and Drake doesn't see Despayre is setting him up for Beware the Stare???

Drake doesn't even have time to turn around before Despayre tries to land the maneuver. He struggles to get free from it, but as soon as he does, Despayre plants him with drop toe hold that lands him against the bottom rope. However, Equinox sees this and jumps onto the apron. He reaches inside and tags himself. Before Despayre can do further damage, Equinox goes for a Shot of Toxin finisher. He doesn't quite execute it as Drake crawls to the outside to compose himself on the apron. Despayre is able to work his way around Equinox, hitting the Beware the Stare. Synn knocks on the ring post lightly as Despayre rolls Equinox over into a pin. Drake warily steps one foot through the ropes when a giant hand reaches up and locks onto his other leg. Drake tries to kick out of it with everything in him.

Adams: What the what...?

1!

2!

Drake finally breaks free of the hand and dashes inside of the ring, right as Jasmine slaps down for the count of...

3!

Justin: Here are your winners via pinfall... BOOOOOSOMMMM BUUUUUUDIEEEEEESSS!!!

Simone: What is going on here? I have a feeling that we're about to find... oh no...

As Despayre checks on Big B, trying to help him up, Rage steps up from under the ring, a wicked smile on his face. He pulls himself onto the ring apron as he steps inside of the ring, quickly spinning Drake around, wrapping his hand around Drake's throat. The fans boo loudly as Rage talks a bit of trash right to Drake's face. He backs Drake up toward the center of the ring near his fallen opponent, ready to Chokeslam him on top of Equinox. The crowd is on their feet, trying to show support for Drake, and it works as Drake boots Rage in the crotch. Drake doesn't hesitate to Clothesline him to the outside of the ring, both men tumbling outside. As they battle on, Despayre looks a bit confused, not knowing whether to celebrate, or watch the fight on the outside. Jasmine hands him and B their belts as they raise their arms in victory. Drake and Rage battle their way around the ring as "Opticon" blasts over the speakers.

Simone: It was a hard fought victory for Bosom Buddies tonight, and they are showing that tag teams do it better in this Clash of the Champions match!

Adams: They certainly do, but I can't take my eyes off of this carnage as Drake hits a flying kick to Rage, knocking him into the audience!

Drake crawls over the barrier and begins attacking Rage as the fans part to the side. Rage throws a drink in Drake's face, blinding him for a minute. He picks up a steel chair and goes to smack Drake with it, but a fan pulls Drake out of the way. As his vision returns, Drake grabs Rage by the back of the head, shoving him through the crowd, and smacking his head into a wall. Rage turns Drake around and repeats the same to him out of instinct. Rage pulls a neon sign off of the wall and goes to bash Drake over the head with it, but Drake spins back, kicking it right into Rage's face, causing him to bust open. The surrounding crowd cheers, causing Rage to react angrily as he bursts through with a Spear that sends both men going through the door and to the outside.

Simone: This fighting is insane! These men are going at it like they want to kill each other!

Adams: This is probably a dumb question, but where is security? It just seems like they should be breaking this thing up, right?

Simone: Geez, Jason, how dense can you... Oh, wait, I actually agree with you. Last week was the Mean Girls and Misty debacle, and this happens this week?

Drake begins pounding Rage's head into the pavement hard as the security team finally makes their way to the scene. They rip Drake off of Rage as he fights with everything he has in him to get back to Rage. Rage wipes the blood from his face as he grits his teeth, looking to charge. Security grabs onto him, pulling him back as he spits at Drake.

Rage: You're a fucking dead man, champ... You hear me?!

Drake: Do your worst, fucktard! I'm still standing!

Security begins backing the two men away from each other as Drake fights it still.

Drake: I'm still standing, Rage!

Simone: What a scene that was! But we're out of time for tonight. I'm Belinda Simone...

Adams: And I'm Jason Adams... signing off!

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