The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Del Mar Arena in San Diego, California. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage, clad in his sexy 'Chippendales' uniform of black spandex pants and matching boots, white collar with black tie and white cuffs. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at all of the fans filling the stands and the rows of seats around the ring itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Del Mar Arena , in San Diego, California, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling and Climax Control!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd applauds and cheers as Amanda steps out onto the stage, dressed in a golden showgirl's costume, complete with flamboyant headdress and matching high heels. She sashays around the top of the stage and two buff studs dressed like Roman gladiators in tiny gold speedos pose beside her as the performance begins!
Amanda: If I were a girl even just for a day
If I were a girl would I still look like a guy?
If I were a girl I could mess with the guys.
If I were a girl I'd have the nicest legs.
No I don't really know if I want to change back.
Oh if I were a girl I don't think I'd ever understand
I'd roll out of bed in the morning and wonder what just happened to me.
Oh no don't tell me they're real.
Yeah I think they're real.
Something else is missing
Where the heck's my PEN15!
No I wont put on make up but I might just want to give that bra a try.
No, no not like that I mean
When we get a nice dinner I'll make sure they buy.
I could seduce them.
Show them my nice behind.
Yo Zach check out that A... OMG
Ha gotcha. You totally like guys!
I refuse to cook in the kitchen but I'm pretty dang good with the microwave.
If I were a girl please don't get mad if I'm mean.
I'm not used to my body this monthly thing is kinda new to me.
Because I like my new hair and the guys love my
FACE what!
How it feels to be a girl.
God please change me back to a man!
If I were a girl.
The crowd cheers and applauds as the song comes to a close. The two 'gladiators then leer at Amanda and scoop her up onto their shoulders and cart her off of the stage.
Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone.
Adams: And I wanna play cowboys and Indians, but I gotta work, so you can call me Jason Adams.
Simone: We have seven big matches for you tonight and we start of with the returning Ryan Kidd as he takes on Gabriel Aser!
Adams: Kidd has returned with a new attitude and we can't wait to see him in action tonight.
Simone: Christian Underwood has come up with a great concept leading to Violent Conduct II. Between now and Violent Conduct II, triple threat matches will be held for a chance to take on SCW roulette and Bombshell Roulette champions in four corner matches at the supercard. Tonight we have two triple threat matches to start this mini tournament off.
Adams: Yippee!
Simone: Starting off the Bombshells as La Paloma, Natalie McKinley and Katherine Kensington are the first to get their shots to book a place at the supercard Bombshell Roulette title match
Adams: I love bombshells, thank you SCW for bringing in lots of bombshells!
Simone: And Ninja, Kris Halc and Vincent Peterson get to try and book their place in the Roulette title match at Violent Conduct II
Adams: This is why it's called going for gold!
Simone: You're a smart one.
Adams: Yes, yes I am.
Simone: Last week, Andrew Garcia made a challenge to everyone in the SCW locker room and Horace Jackson answered his call. Tonight, these two will be going one on one.
Adams: Horace is a popular superstar, but Andrew is technically sound. This one is gonna be one hell of a match.
Simone: The Mean Girls have been a thorn in the Bombshell rosters side for weeks, we need a hero to save us from them all and tonight, we have that as Roxi Johnson, SCW's superhero is in action against Mean Girls very own, Liz Smalls.
Adams: Everyone under rates Liz, but she is a champion elsewhere and getting better and better with each match. Defeating Roxi Johnson will be her biggest win to date, but Roxi is a former Bombshell champion for a reason.
Simone: Heavyweight title is on the line! It's been building for a long time but tonight, we bring you Drake Green Vs Rage and the gold is on the line!
Adams: These two have been kicking the living bejezus out of each other for a long time, now they legally get to kick the bejezus out of each other. Will Rage walk away with the SCW Heavyweight title in his possession or will Drake Green defeat SCW's monster?
Simone: Main event time and it's Clash Of The Champions part II. Last week, the men had their go, and now it's time for the bombshells to have their go. Bombshell Roulette champion, Necra Octavian Kane teams with Bombshell champion Vixen, to take on Bombshell tag team champions, The Metal and Punk Connection.
Adams: There's a lot of competitive rivalry between our men and woman in SCW, always trying to out do each other, and you wouldn't put it past the bombshells to try and be better than the main event last week.
Simone: We have all this and so much more.
Adams: So let's get it started in heeeeeeeeeeeere!
As Climax Control returns from commercial, the camera pans over the arena, highlighting some of the creative signs fans brought for tonight, many of them supporting The Mean Girls. Suddenly, "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" hits the PA system, and out comes Mercedes Vargas with a checklist under one arm. She poses at the top of the ramp before she struts her way down to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
Simone: Mercedes isn't scheduled to compete tonight. What's she doing out here?
Adams: She's a Mean Girl now, Bindy. She shows up wherever she wants, whenever she wants. And by the looks of it, she is not happy.
As Mercedes makes her way to the ring, we are shown a recap from last week's Bombshell Championship match between Mercedes and Vixen.
Simone: I'm sure that last week is a night The Mean Girls collectively would like to forget. Not only was Misty successful in a handicap match with Angelica and Tessa, but Vixen retained her title against Mercedes, just three weeks after her first defense and the barbaric match she went through at Into the Void III.
Adams: Nobody said Vixen was going to be an easy win, but she might or might not have got a little help from the referee, at least that's the story from Mean Girls camp.
Simone: Oh, come on! Are you really going to believe Delia and that story? The Mean Girls lost their matches fair and square, and they know it! This all a case of sour grapes.
As Mercedes is given a microphone from a staff member at ringside, the camera cuts to a few fans in the front row before we return in-ring. Looking out at the crowd, the former Bombshell Roulette and Tag Team Champion tests out the microphone, leads to the loud booing and jeering from the crowd.
Mercedes Vargas: For the last two weeks, I have not been able to eat, sleep, or enjoy any personal time for myself. You want to know why? The e-mails, the tweets, the texts, the comments on message boards all asking me the question, "Why, Mercy, why?"
The crowd boos.
Mercedes Vargas: Well, first off, I don't have to explain myself to any of you common people, I don't owe anybody an explanation. I've accomplished more in this company this year alone, then any of you in your entire lives! But if you want to know why I came out here and did what I did at Climax Control 89, well, words alone wouldn't do this justice.
An excerpt from that very episode two weeks ago is shown.
Misty: For months I've had to sit back and watch The Mean Girls run around and terrorize everybody and anybody, and I'm tired of it! For months, I've had to watch them bully people on Twitter...backstage...YOU the fans...and I am SICK and TIRED of it! I'm tired of this stranglehold those bitches have on this division...on this company...and I am going to put a stop to it!
Crowd: HUGE POP!
Simone: I don't think Misty understands what she is getting herself into. She's only one person...
Adams: I don't think she cares. It seems to be she'll risk killing herself to get rid of the Mean Girls.
Misty nods as she keeps her eyes focused on the backstage.
Misty: So I want all of you skanks to listen up and listen up close. I've said it once and I'll say it a million times more. Your time is over, huntys...
The crowd laughs as Misty mocks the Mean Girls, using one of their signature words.
Misty: I might have the support and the backing from several of the other Bombshells in the back, but I'm telling you all this right now...I'm handling all you skanks by myself. One by one by one I'm going to take each and every one of you down, and I'm not going to need any help doing it. I'm coming after every damn one of you on my own. Don't think I can't do it either, because I'm capable of a lot more than you bitches give me credit for!
Misty narrows her eyes angrily as if speaking directly to The Mean Girls. The crowd cheers and claps for a while as Misty lowers the microphone for a moment. Just as Misty is about to continue speaking, the crowd goes crazy, booing and trying to warn her. She heeds their warning, but just as she spins around, she can't defend herself. Every single one of the Mean Girls, minus Holly Wood of course, ambushes the former Bombshell and Bombshell tag team champion.
Simone: Oh isn't this just lovely! Someone get out here and stop this!
Tessa, Angelica, Veronica, Liz, Mercedes and Delia all swarm into the ring and attack Misty. Delia is wielding a pink baseball bat and has a vicious look in her eyes. Tessa stands back a few feet, almost reluctant to get involved as Angelica and Veronica stomp away to the back of Misty's head. Misty tries to block their kicks but she is outnumbered. Delia screams at Tessa to help them out and only then Tessa doesn't hesitate. She jumps on to Misty's back and begins slamming her head into the canvas, screaming like a banshee.
Adams: Uhh...wow. What's gotten into Tessa?
Simone: I don't know, but Misty is getting the brunt of her wrath that's for damn sure.
The rest of the Mean Girls watch and smile proudly as Tessa goes to town on Misty, but Delia finally orders her to stop and she listens. Tessa and Angelica each then grab one of Misty's arms, pulling her up. Angelica grab's Misty's hair and yanks her head back so she can watch what is about to happen to her.
Simone: This is absolutely sickening. Where is security?!
Misty's nose is bloodied and she's almost barely conscious as Liz slowly approaches her with a smile on her face. Liz wave to Misty before she hauls back and *WHAP!*, she slaps Misty hard across the face! Misty's face slumps back down before Angelica asks for her shot, asking Liz to hold Misty. Liz shakes her head then orders Veronica to do it instead. Veronica is hesitant, but she does it anyway.
Adams: I think Misty might regret going after the Mean Girls alone...They might not give her that chance.
Angelica lifts Misty's head back up and screams in her face before she, too, hauls back and slaps Misty across the face! Delia taps Angelica's shoulders, ordering her to step aside, and she looks to Mercedes telling her to watch and learn. Mercedes smiles and they all stand back as Delia stands a few feet away from Misty, doing the "batter up" stance, getting the bat ready.
Simone: Oh no...Oh, she's not going to do that!
Adams: I think she is...
Misty is absolutely helpless to stop this an a few seconds later, Delia swings and *BAM!* nails Misty in her ribcage with the bat! Misty screams out in and slumps forward, but Tessa and Veronica keep a hold on her. The last strains of the footage fades with Delia serving another shot of the baseball bat to Misty's ribs. We return live as the crowd is livid.
Simone: It's just like Mercedes to bring back that footage.
Adams: Time heals all wounds, but that memory will last with Misty forever.
Mercedes mockingly shrugs at the crowd's reaction as she looks around the arena before she bring up her microphone.
Mercedes Vargas: Now, after seeing what we just witnessed, I have to admit, that was difficult to watch.
The crowd boos as Mercedes mockingly shields her face with one hand.
Mercedes Vargas: No, it was. And you want to know why I took part in giving Misty the worst beatdown of her life, why I decided to join the Mean Girls? I'll be more than happy to provide all you Jealous Janis out there an explanation.
Crowd: You sold out! You sold out! You sold out!
Mercedes lowers her microphone, the smile on her face haven't yet left her. She places a hand over heart, mockingly hurt.
Mercedes Vargas: LIES! I did not sell out! I BOUGHT IN! The Mean Girls are the hottest ticket in town, but I know there's Jealous Janis out there who won't accept that. There's some of the girls in the back who won't accept that. The Bombshell Tag Team Champions won't accept that, even though they got beat by Liz and Ronnie two weeks ago. But I understand if you're not yet convinced. When there's something exciting and new, it will take time getting used to. We're going to make believers out of each and every one of you just yet. I think we already made a believer out of Misty!
The crowd boos.
Mercedes Vargas: Like I said on Twitter, you thought what we did two weeks ago was something? We're just getting started. Last week was only a setback. We're still going for all the gold in the company. I use to think that we didn't need them, and we don't. I mean, look at the champions we have now, they've destroyed whatever credibility they had already. But then I got to thinking. Championships means power. Championships means more money. Championships means control. And whoever has the championships has the control. And while you got lucky last week against me, Vixen, the sooner the Bombshell Championship is off your waist and around the waist of Delia, the better off we'll all be.
The crowd boos. Mercedes quiets the crowd raising her hand.
Mercedes Vargas: And then there's Zuri Justice.
Mercedes draws out an annoyed sigh at the mention of the name.
Mercedes Vargas: Zuri, you want a match with me? Do you know what you're asking? Do you? You picked a bad week to start sniffing glue or skipping out on your meds, sweetheart. I'm an international superstar. Do I even need to explain this? Yeah, I do. You don't even understand what that means, Zuri. I have won championships and accolades. I've wrestled on six continents, nearly 30 countries and nearly 140 cities around the globe and visited venues and arenas you probably only got to see on field trips. I've been to all the hotspots... the US, Canada, Mexico, Japan, and the UK. And in Sin City Wrestling, I am a hot commodity and one of the top Bombshells here, sooo...
She pauses while nodding her head, completely believing what she is saying... although the crowd doesn't.
Mercedes Vargas: And, I mean, who are you? No, really, who are you, what are you, Zuri? I'll tell you who you are. Not an antihero. Not a caped crusader. Not a woman. And definitely not worth my time. You're not worth it. We're not equals, because I look down on you. As a matter of fact, you're beneath me, you're the filth at the bottom of my boot.
The crowd apparently is letting Mercedes have it tonight as she is again at the mercy of more boos. She lowers her microphone, perhaps enjoying the pleasure of their reaction. It dies down as soon as she lifts her microphone itself up again.
Mercedes Vargas: If there's anyone who should be looking into a mirror right now, sweetheart, it's you. And when you look into that mirror, you know what you'll see? What you are, who you are: a wannabe Roxi Johnson clone wanting to make a name off of me at Violent Conduct II.
Boos continue to flow through the arena, all targeted towards Mercedes. She looks around at the crowd and sees they are not stopping. Lowering her microphone, she lets them vent before the arena is quiet again.
Mercedes Vargas: You don't deserve to have a match with me. And no, I'm not scared of you, so get that out of your mind right now. I'm not scared of you, Zuri. I'm just embarrassed. I'm embarrassed that I'm actually given you your fifteen minutes of fame. I'm embarrassed being in the same company as you. I'm embarrassed breathing the same air as you, and if we had a match, I'd be embarrassed sharing the same ring with you.
The crowd immediately boos as Mercedes simply ignores them, continuing to berate Zuri.
Mercedes Vargas: But as of two weeks ago, Cheapstains, you get the best of both worlds. Because not only do you get me, but you also get The Mean Girls. And when you mess with one of us, you mess with ALL of us! Oh, and Blanca? Correction: WE run this town. And The Mean Girls can just as easily run you and your sister OUT of this town!
The crowd boos.
Mercedes Vargas: Hashtag Mercy Facts.
Mercedes is suddenly interrupted as "Run This Town" by Lucy Hale hits the PA and out comes Zuri and Blanca Chastain on the entrance ramp with microphones in hand. The crowd isn't sure how to receive them, but there are mostly cheers as they get a break from hearing from Mercedes for the moment. Mercedes stares back at them, not impressed with the costumed heroes as they enter the ring.
Mercedes Vargas: Hey everybody, it's the Chastain Sisters, Zuri and her sidekick Blanca! You know, I was just talking about you two. I swear, I took all my vitamins, said my prayers, and was in bed before 11:00 PM curfew. Please don't take me away!
Zuri Chastain: Mercedes, Mercedes, Mercedes, will you please do all these people a favor and shut the fuck up?
The crowd cheers.
Zuri Chastain: I mean do you like hearing yourself talk? I was just sitting in the back getting ready to go for a night on the town after my match but I couldn't help to hear you out here running that loud mouth of yours.
Blanca Chastain: And because you were boring these poor people to death. We just couldn't let them suffer any more. Don't quit your day job.
Mercedes audibly yells some abuse at the sisters away from the microphone.
Zuri Chastain: For the past several months Mercedes, you have been ducking and dodging me. Now you are out here trying to convince yourself that I am beneath you. Did you forget who started all of this mess? It sure wasn't me, Mercedes. You say you don't want to give me the time of day but that is a bunch of bullshit. You see Mercedes, you were the one who started all of this because you first interrupted my interview. Then you attack me from behind. Once I get you back that is when you go hiding behind people.
Mercedes Vargas: Are you done? Are you finished?
Zuri Chastain: Let's be honest, um, no. I'm sure what I have to say is waaaay more important than what you were rambling on just earlier.
Zuri continues on, ignoring Mercedes.
Zuri Chastain: For example, you are hiding behind The Mean Girls because you know deep down that your precious streak of being unpinned can be stopped by someone like me. If you are not scared of me, Mercedes, then why in the hell are you basically ducking my challenge? You say that you are this high class superstar but all I see in that ring is just another fashion show reject who has let success get straight to her head.
A disgusted look comes across Mercedes' face. She is getting visibly annoyed as she crosses her arms in front of her.
Blanca Chastain: First of all, Mercedes, my name is Blanca not Blanca. Second of all, you bitches are running all right. You are running from people who have more talent then any of you have in your entire bodies. Do you think we give two shits about where you've been and how many championships you won? Because the only facts that Zuri and I need are these facts: The more championships you have won means it's also the same amount of losses you have garnered. Also you need all those ego centered bimbos watching your back where Zuri only needs me. We have been way more than you can ever imagine and trust me when I say this Mercedes, your plastic Barbie doll lifestyle is going to come to a screeching halt.
There are loud cheers.
Zuri Chastain: You're embarrassed for me? That's funny because I am ashamed for you. I ashamed that you might be the only brain that is functioning amongst that entire group of yours. I wonder Mercedes, can you fight your own battles or do you need people kissing your ass as well? It makes me wonder, are you a proud member of The Mean Girls or are you just using them like you did Traci Patterson? As for your question about do I really want a match with you? I have answer for you. You are absolutely right. I want a fucking match with you. I am tired of you acting like you are better than me. In fact, there is nothing in your arsenal that makes you better. Accolades mean nothing if you got them handed to you.
Mercedes Vargas: Hey, listen, I'd love to hear whatever "And now you know" speech you're about to deliver, but if you can get to the point here, that would be great. Thanks.
Zuri Chastain: Actually, I don't just want a match with you Mercedes. I want to flat out fight you. I want to rip your fucking hair out of your head.
Zuri pulls at her hair and is met with loud cheers.
Zuri Chastain: I want to rearrange that ugly mug of yours. It's high time someone brought you violently back down to Earth. Now Mercedes, you can either accept my challenge or tell the world that you are scared of ZURI CHASTAIN! Just in case you want to know, I am not afraid of The Mean Girls. If they want to stick their noses in this, then I will have no problems with scratching their eyes out of their heads!
Blanca Chastain: The choice is yours Mercedes but we do RUN THIS TOWN!
Zuri Chastain: Mercedes, you will find out sooner or later that NO ONE CROSSES LADY JUSTICE!
Blanca Chastain: Remember, Mercedes NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED.
Mercedes takes this all in as a smirk crosses her face. She places her hand across her heart mocking shock at the volatile words from the sisters Chastain. Raising the microphone to her lips, she starts to speak but pauses again letting the crowd get their chants in before the arena goes quiet again.
Mercedes Vargas: Wow. Well, Zuri, Blanca, you suuuuuure told me, huh? I'm practically shaking in my boots after what you said there and, you know, a lot of what you said couldn't be more in doubt. I mean, I don't know if you noticed but, uh, I lost some weight a few weeks ago. Moving around the six-sided ring was becoming bothersome. I tried all the diets I could find. South Beach. Mediterranean. Onion. Well, that one, I lost none of the weight...and all of my friends, but I finally found the one that's right for me. I'll tell you right now, after shedding off 143 pounds of dead weight, I've never looked better.
The crowd is booing as the reference to Traci Patterson. Mercedes twirls around, showing off herself to the crowd. When she finally turns in place, her gaze returns to the sisters.
Mercedes Vargas: You want facts? Well, get ready because here's a few you might have missed. First off, in this ring, I was handed NOTHING and I worked for EVERYTHING I've accomplished! You want to know how I climbed that ladder to be where I am today, the same way how I climbed the ranks of the Bombshells Division... hard work, effort, and being ruthless! It seems as if you haven't been watching any of my matches, sweetheart, because you'd know that I've never had anyone fight my battles. I can take care of myself, that's another fact. I WAS ALREADY A HOUSEHOLD NAME WHEN YOU WERE HOSTING KIDS' BIRTHDAY PARTIES! SO DON'T YOU STAND THERE AND QUESTION WHAT I'VE DONE IN MY CAREER, BITCH! BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T EVEN ACCOMPLISH EVEN A THIRD OF WHAT I'VE DONE!
Mercedes is visibly annoyed still as she continues.
Mercedes Vargas: You really want to go through with this? You really want to face someone who can make your lives a living hell just...like..that?
She snaps her fingers at the end of each word.
Mercedes Vargas: You want to know why I don't fight you at Violent Conduct II? It's not because I'm better than you. The ENTIRE roster is better than you! It's not like you set the world on fire. Why I don't fight you at Violent Conduct II is for your own good, Zuri. I'm trying to protect you. I'M TRYING TO PROTECT YOU FROM EVERYTHING THAT I MIGHT DO TO YOU IF A MATCH WERE TO HAPPEN BETWEEN US! It doesn't matter whether you wear that stupid mask or not, you're just not on my caliber, you're not on my level, sweetheart, and you never will be. But I tell you what, YOU WANT A MATCH WITH ME AT THE NEXT SUPERSHOW, VIOLENT CONDUCT II? BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR, ZURI! YOU JUST GOT IT!
The crowd chants in anticipation.
Mercedes Vargas: I'LL TAKE YOU ON! HELL, I'LL TAKE YOU BOTH ON! WHAT DO YOU SAY TO THAT?!
Simone: Don't know how smart it is for Mercedes to put herself in a handicap match, but it looks like we may have another match scheduled for Violent Conduct II: Mercedes Vargas versus Zuri and Blanca.
Adams: If there's one thing we know, Mercedes isn't intimidated easily, and she's not about to start now.
Mercedes Vargas: And just to show there's no hard feelings, when I win... and I WILL win - the Climax Control after, you'll have to admit in front of THE ENTIRE WORLD that I'm better than you. SO, YEAH, ZURI, THIS THING BETWEEN US...
Mercedes gestures between Zuri and herself.
Mercedes Vargas: IT ENDS! THIS STORY BETWEEN US ENDS! PEN WILL BE PUT TO PAPER AND THE FINAL CHAPTER WILL BE WRITTEN! AND I'M GOING TO BE THE ONE TO CLOSE THE BOOK!
Mercedes holds up her clipboard in Zuri's face. We can see that her name tops the list, along with the champions in the Bombshells Division.
Mercedes Vargas: AND YEAH, YOU BET YOUR ASS SOMEONE WILL CROSS LADY JUSTICE!
She draws a line through Zuri's name before she holds up the checklist in her face again.
Mercedes Vargas: ME!
"Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me," plays out on the PA system as the camera closes in on the two sides. Mercedes stares down Blanca and then Zuri for a good minute, though it really seemed like an eternity for the feuding Bombshells.
Simone: You can cut this tension with a knife! Mercedes Vargas takes on both Zuri and Blanca at Violent Conduct II, and this match could end up very violent.
Adams: You know how they say you can never have too much of a good thing? The same can be said for The Mean Girls. Liz and Veronica have a Bombshell Tag Team Championship match, Delia gets her shot at the Bombshell Championship, and now Mercedes gets her hands on Lady Justice and Blanca.
Simone: Into the Void III saw The Mean Girls sweep all of their matches. Can they do it again at our next supershow?
Mercedes exits the ring and starts walking backwards up the ramp, laughing at Zuri and Blanca and pointing at her checklist.
Adams: We'll find out in Yuma, Arizona five weeks from tonight, Bindy. But as for tonight goes, Liz Smalls gets to wave The Mean Girls flag when she goes one-on-one with Roxi Johnson.
Simone: A match with any member of The Mean Girls is more than meets the eye, Jason. Luckily for the Coast to Coast Covergirl, she will have moral support as Veronica Taylor will be in her corner so Roxi had best keep an eye out for Veronica if she hopes to get past Liz right here in Del Mar Arena in San Diego.
Adams: What a Climax Control this is going to be!
Simone: Sin City Wrestling has seen many wrestlers come and go since its inception and on rare occasions former wrestlers return to the company in this case it's Ryan Kidd.
Adams: Ryan was scheduled to compete in the first Blast from the Past Tournament last year but his subsequent disappearance from TV led to his release and he's hoping for better things in his second SCW run.
Simone: And he has a tough test ahead of him in his first match as he takes on Gabriel Asar, let's take it to Justin!
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first....
The lights in the arena die down as the crowd in the arena screams in anticipation, "Bringing You Down" by Stick to Your Guns suddenly explodes through the PA system in sync to the pulsation of gold lights. We then suddenly see the entrance way being engulf with smoke. Amidst the smoke, we see a figure as the song blasts throughout the airwaves. After several seconds while the smoke starts to clear, the figure materializes and is revealed to be Ryan Kidd. He stands on the entrance way surveying the arena as the crowd jeers him on.
Justin Decent: Making his way to the ring... Weighing in at TWO HUNDRED and EIGHTEEN POUNDS...from Long Beach, California.... "The Young Modern" RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNN... KIDD!!
As the gold lights pulsation continues, he then strolls down to the ramp as the crowd in the ringside area verbally assaults him. He just smirks at them as he continues walking. He then stops at the bottom of the ramp and surveys the arena before spreading his arms out and tilting his head back to bask in the glory of the fans' jeering. He then continues walking making his way around the ring before stopping in front of a steel steps. He casually climbs the steps before stopping on the ring apron. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and does the same pose he did on the ramp. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the opposite corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He again does his pose to the continued jeering of the fans. He then jumps down from the turnbuckle and walks to the opposite side of the ring. He then leans on the ropes puts his foot on the bottom rope as he raises his arm ala Edge. He then walks into his corner and does some warm up as he awaits his opponent.
Simone: Ryan looks ready for his return.
Adams: And his opponent had better be ready for him!
Justin Decent: And his opponent!
"I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin floods through the sound system, draining out the mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. Gabriel Asar, in his black jeans and matching boots, steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage. His eyes pan across the arena at the rowdy crowd, forcing the corner of his lips to twist into the faintest of smirks.
Justin Decent: From Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at 217lbs Gabriel Asar!
Simone: Gabriel successfully made his debut against Kris Halich two weeks ago, time will tell if history will repeat it's self against Ryan Kidd.
Adams: This should be a good match.
He tightens his elbow pads and begins his descent down the ramp. He is instantly met with the humid smell of body odor and his skin being slapped by the flailing arms of the fans that were desperate to cop. Approaching the bottom of the ramp, he takes a deep breath, and then rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring however as soon as he stands up Ryan Kidd pounces on him and starts attacking him.
Simone: It seems a lot has changed since Ryan was last in SCW.
Adams: I guess he got tired of playing the nice guy!
Jasmine calls for the bell and the match is on, Gabriel regains his bearings and starts exchanging punches with Ryan in the middle of the ring whilst Jasmine tries her best to regain some semblance of order, she is eventually able to regain order though but only after Gabriel surprises Ryan with a small package after ducking a wild right hand 1...2...and Ryan is able to kick out of it.
Simone: Gabriel has quite the small package!
Adams: Not according to Amy Marshall!
Ryan is the first to get back to his feet and Gabriel soon follows, Gabriel tries to hit Ryan with a clothesline but Ryan ducks and hits him with a back suplex that drives Gabriel into the matt before he goes for his first cover of the match 1...2...and Gabriel kicks out just in time, Ryan tries arguing with the ref about a slow count but as it has been shown many times before Jasmine is having none of it.
Simone: You'd think they'd learn not to argue with the refs by now.
Adams: Especially when it's Jasmine!
Ryan eventually gives up or arguing with the ref before turning his attention back to Gabriel, unfortunately for Ryan Gabriel is now on his feet and his able to surprise him with a standing dropkick to the face that sends Ryan threw the ropes and out of the ring, Ryan tries to use the time to recover from the attack but Gabriel takes it as an opportunity to hit a suicide dive.
Simone: Gabriel's going for the suicide dive!
Adams: And... it misses!
Ryan saw the dive coming and quickly ducked out of the way before it could hit him and unfortunately for Gabriel the only thing he hits with his flipping suicide dive is the ground bellow! Ryan smirks cockily knowing that he has just gained a major advantage before picking up Gabriel and tossing him back into the ring and following him in just in time for the five count from Jasmine!
Simone: That failed suicide dive has left Gabriel in a bad way.
Adams: You have to wonder if he'll be able to hit his finisher now since that requires quite a bit of back strength!
Ryan goes for a cover 1...2...and Gabriel kicks out just after the count of two, rather than argue about it though Ryan stands up bringing Gabriel up with him and locks in an Admomable Stretch before Gabriel can even think about fighting out of it.
Simone: It's clear that Ryan realizes that Jason as he is now targeting Gabriel's back!
Adams: Hopefully for him Amy knows some back message techniques that don't end in coitus!
Whilst Jasmine checks on Gabriel's condition Ryan reaches over and grabs the top rope with his free hand increasing the pressure on Gabriel's back, however this doesn't last long as Jasmine quickly catches him and warns him to let go of the top rope or face disqualification, Ryan reluctantly lets go of the top rope giving Gabriel the chance he needs to break free from the submission hold by way of an arm drag and when Ryan gets back to his feet Gabriel connects with a dropkick.
Simone: Gabriel's back in the match!
Adams: For how long though? He's clearly favoring his back!
Gabriel backs up to the nearest corner and waits for Ryan to get back to his feet despite the fact that he is clearly in pain from all the damage that's been done to his back, when Ryan gets back to his feet Gabriel charges in for a clothesline which Ryan ducks and on the rebound Ryan catches Gabriel with a pendulum style backbreaker!
Simone: Does that answer your question?
Adams: Unfortunately for Gabriel, yes!
Ryan goes for a cover 1...2...and Gabriel kicks out again! Rather than argue with Jasmine about it Ryan props Gabriel onto his side and delivers several swift, painful looking kicks to Gabriel's already hurt back until he is forced to back off by Jasmine, Jasmine checks on Gabriel as he gets back to his feet asking if he wants to continue and Gabriel nods in response.
Simone: Gabriel didn't give up against Kris and he isn't giving up here!
Adams: If Ryan has his way he won't have a choice in the matter!
Jasmine backs off when it's clear that Gabriel wants to continue and Ryan is quick to pounce delivering two knees in a row to Gabriel's midsection before going to whip him off the ropes, Gabriel reverses the attempt but stays near the ropes and on the rebound backdrops Ryan over the top rope and to the floor despite the clear pain he's in.
Simone: That backdrop had to be on instinct!
Adams: Then how do you explain Gabriel attempting another suicide dive.
Ryan sees Gabriel's latest attempt at a suicide dive coming and moves out of the way preemptively whilst tapping the side of his head with a cocky smirk on his face, what he doesn't realize however is that Gabriel stopped himself mid-charge and is currently waiting by the nearest ropes to Ryan's position, this time Ryan doesn't get away as Gabriel is able to hit him with a corkscrew crossbody to the outside!
Simone: Gabriel outsmarted Ryan there!
Adams: And this may be Gabriel's chance at a comeback!
Jasmine doesn't even reach a count of two before Gabriel rolls Ryan back into the ring and follows him in so that he can try for a cover 1...2...and Ryan powers out of the pin-fall attempt by Gabriel, Gabriel is visibly frustrated but doesn't take it out on the ref, instead he gets back to his feet and calls out for his finisher.
Simone: If Gabriel hits this it's all over!
Adams: Yeah, "if", don't forget that Gabriel is clearly in pain from all the damage his back took over the course of the match!
Gabriel gets Ryan onto his shoulders for the Fantasie Improntu but can't even pull off the move because of the pain in his back forcing him to let go of Ryan as he collapses to his knees. Sensing his opportunity Ryan measures Gabriel up before hitting him with a vicious looking Superkick!
Simone: I'll be surprised if that doesn't end the match!
Adams: Same here!
Ryan goes for a cocky cover 1...2...and Gabriel kicks out! Ryan argues with Jasmine again but it's clear that she isn't interested in his arguments so he goes for another cover this time taking it more seriously 1...2...and Gabriel still kicks out!
Simone: What will it take to put this kid away?
Adams: Nothing short of running him over with a semi-truck I guess!
Simone: And now Ryan's calling for his finisher, it's called Welcome to the Modern Times!
Ryan bounces off the ropes and goes for the curb stomp only for Gabriel to move out of the way at the last second, Ryan spins around only to be surprised by the Fantasie Improntu and this time Gabriel is able to hit it!
Simone: Despite his back pain Gabriel was able to hit his finisher!
Adams: This one's over!
1...2...3!
Justin Decent: Here's your winner, Gabriel Asar!
Simone: Great match!
Adams: And now Gabriel is two for two in the wins column, I think the higher ups will be keeping a close eye on him in the weeks to come!
Gabriel leaves the ring as his music plays and Jasmine checks on Ryan.
The cameras switch backstage to show Natalie McKinley stood next to the catering table. Natalie picks up a bottle of water and unscrews the cap, to take a sip. Natalie then turns away from the catering table, about to head back to the locker room of the New XTremes, but before she can go any further, she is accosted by Ms. Rocky Mountains.
MRM: Excuse me, Natalie - may I ask you a few questions?
Natalie: Wow, an interview - I must be doing something right, if I'm now starting to get requests for interviews. Okay, sure.
Natalie takes another sip of water, and then places the bottle on the table. She then smiles politely at Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Natalie: So what would you like to ask me?
MRM: Firstly, I want to know how you're feeling, ahead of your match this evening - it's a big opportunity for you, so early in your career.
Natalie nods her head.
Natalie: You're right, it is a big opportunity - a big opportunity that could lead to an even bigger opportunity, if I'm successful.
Natalie puts her right hand on her hip, as she pauses to think for a moment, before continuing.
Natalie: As I said during the week, I never expected to receive such an opportunity, so soon after making my debut. But, now that I have been given this opportunity, I aim to make the most of it; step one is tonight - if I win, then step two will come at Violent Conduct II. And I am determined to be victorious tonight, not only because of what is at stake, but also to show that my win two weeks ago was no fluke.
MRM: Okay, let's discuss your opponents. During her recent comments about you, Katherine Kensington remarked upon your physique, and appeared to insinuate that...
Natalie takes her hand off her hip as she interrupts Ms. Rocky Mountains, the smile now gone from her face.
Natalie: I know what she said. And whether she intended to imply it or not, I certainly inferred from her comments, that she was accusing me of having used performance-enhancing drugs, to aid me in developing my body.
Natalie sighs.
Natalie: Why is it that when people see a muscular male, no-one bats an eyelid, but when they see a female with pronounced muscularity, most people immediately jump to the conclusion that her body must be chemically enhanced?
Not expecting an answer to her question, Natalie simply shrugs her shoulders.
Natalie: Well, I can assure everyone that, besides the occasional drop of alcohol, I don't ever put any chemical substance into my body - my body has been forged through countless hours of hard work in the gym. And once we're together in the ring, later, I'll be more than happy to give Katherine a first-hand experience of the end result of all of that effort.
MRM: As for your other opponent this evening, La Paloma was the woman that you defeated two weeks ago, in your debut. However, she seems determined to make sure that there is a different outcome second time round.
The smile returns to Natalie's face, as she begins to discuss her other opponent.
Natalie: I'm sure she is. And I'm not so foolish to think that, just because I beat her in our previous encounter, I'm guaranteed to do so again tonight: it's a different day, a different match, and a different set of circumstances - what happened two weeks ago counts for very little.
MRM: What happened to the Natalie that said she would tear La Paloma apart again?
Natalie holds her hands up, as she protests her innocence.
Natalie: Hey, it wasn't me that said those words; I wouldn't feel right making such a statement - I'm not that arrogant.
MRM: Well, Simon Jones echoed the statement earlier, when he tweeted, "Nat will tear you apart again;" if you do defeat La Paloma again, that phrase could catch on.
Natalie shrugs her shoulders again.
Natalie: I don't know; we'll see, I guess. But getting back to La Paloma, she said that San Diego will be where the dove takes flight; well, this bluebird intends to prevent that from happening, and to keep the flag of the New XTremes flying high, by earning myself a shot at the bombshell roulette title.
Natalie then retrieves her bottle of water from the catering table.
Natalie: Now if you'll please excuse me, I have a match to finish getting ready for.
The scene cuts away.
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.
Sliced up, shot down
Everybody bows down
Kill em all, let em fall
God'll sort em out
Ripped up, zip it up
Really never gave a fuck
Wrecking ball, fuck em all
Never had a doubt
I'm (never gonna be the one)
I'm (always gonna say what I feel)
I'm (always do what I do)
Sick of all the bullshit
Casey Williams walks out first, followed by Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell, and the trio look out upon the crowd, all 3 members decked out in Mean Girls inspired clothing, specifically the No Basic Bitches Allowed shirt, available at the SCW website.
Why should I
Always be the one to back away
Why should I
Have to be the one to not say what's on my mind
I'm a mother fucking wrecking
I'm a mother fucking wrecking ball
Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Orange Hulk and Ivan starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Casey following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning their heads to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew and Ivan shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, Ivan climbs into the ring as the duo staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope. Andrew and Ivan raise their arms as the fans boo louder.
Casey: I would like to take a moment of your time to tell you that Dying Breed respect the hell out of The Mean Girls and everything they have done thus far in SCW.
Casey then hands Andrew the microphone to speak.
Andrew: Now, I know that we, Dying Breed, haven't been together for long, but were inspired by the success of the Mean Girls, and we could use some advice from you fine ladies on how to make ourselves as successful as you.
Andrew then hands the microphone to Ivan.
Ivan: Ladies and gentlemen, we stand here awaiting the bombshell team that has made the most impact without winning the bombshell tag team titles, Mean Girls, but while we wait, Dying Breed stand here, would also like to ask Hot Stuff Mark Ward and Christian Underwood for a chance to prove ourselves as a threat to the Bosom Buddies and the tag team titles..
Ivan takes a deep breath to calm himself down, before he speaks again.
Ivan: I know we weren't successful against Best of British, but we proved that we are still a force to be reckoned with here in SCW, and we deserve to showcase our talents.
"Amazing" by Hi Fashion hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena. The fans boo loudly as the camera pans over to the stage. Veronica Taylor and Liz Smalls emerge from behind the curtains with arrogant smirks on their faces. Angelica follows closely behind. As the fans boo them, Delia, Angelica, Holly, and Mercedes join them soon after. Veronica yells at them to shut up before striking a series of arrogant model poses with the other Mean Girls doing the same. This brings in some cat calls from the men but mostly loud boos. Once they finish their poses, they keep walking the run way strut down to the ring stopping in front of the steps, and again they taunt the fans and show off with some poses. Veronica is showing off her sizzling attire as Liz pulls her hood back, before climbing the ring stairs and stands on the ring side doing more arrogant model poses. The ladies file up the steps slowly. Liz enters the ring as Veronica whips off her boots and then orders the Justin Decent to hold the ring rope down which he does. The ladies then enter the ring, walking around with their hands in the air posing some more yelling at the fans to shut their disgusting mouths and take a look at true beauty and class. Liz smiles as she waves at the fans, bringing in more boos as she waves her hand in front of her nose. Delia doesn't seem to be in the mood to pander to the fans for their dislike, as she immediately grabs a microphone from Justin's hand. She barely acknowledges the fans as she smirks at Andrew, Ivan, and Casey.
Delia: Darlings, you are ever too kind wi's your most accurate of compliments. For a group of men wi's such a barbaric name, you sure do present yourselves well, wearing only z'e best merchandize, no?
Delia pauses once as the fans begin to boo her. She turns and winks to the fans, feeding off of their booing just a little. She returns her attention back to the men inside of the ring as her Mean Girls companions show their support.
Delia: And because we are... such good friends, being as we are bo's part of Hot Stuff International... I will give you a few pieces of advice on how to gain attention to make an impact. First off, it is important to always look your best. Z'ey say z'at clos'ing makes z'e man for a reason. It is z'e tru's...
The fans boo her once again as they seem to doubt her sincerity. She turns and looks at them, shouting something in French before waving them off. Her Mean Girl friends shout at them to quiet down, which only serves to frustrate them even more. Delia hands the microphone over to Liz next.
Liz: Another, better way to draw attention to yourselves is like... having many talents. For instance, Liz Smalls is a WORLD Champion who owns her own nail polish AND lip gloss lines. Oh, and I have the number one hottest selling DVD right now. I'm so great, but why were we out here again?
Veronica: What Liz is trying to say, at least I what I think she is trying to say, since she's a little special, is that you want to display your finer talents to make people want to watch your every move. I brought modeling to wrestling, so people like Delia can thank me for her recognition... THAT'S the best way to get noticed.
Veronica nods her head as the fans continue to boo at her rather insincere tone. She holds the microphone out to her side as Holly takes the microphone into her hands.
Holly: But most importantly, hunties, you always gotta make sure people don't forget your name. You have to live fierce in every aspect of life. Treat yourselves like you the shit, and people will start treating you like you own it. Don't ever settle for second best, and you will soon become the best. That's the real truth behind the success of the Mean Girls... And we are not sorry bout it...
Holly drops the microphone to the ground as "Amazing" begins playing over the speakers once more. The Mean Girls pleasantly shakes hands with Andrew, Ivan and Casey before they all walk backstage as the fans boo them for their remarks.The cameras switch backstage, inside the dressing room of The Seven Deadly Sins. We find the challenger for tonight's Heavyweight Championship match, Rage, seated in a chair. He has his arms folded across his chest and Kittie is seated across from him. Neither appears to be speaking to one another and the door to the dressing room swings open. Synn walks inside and he looks at Rage first, then to Kittie.
Synn: Kittie, would you give us a minute and keep an eye on Joshua out in the hall. I need to speak to Rage for a moment.
Kittie: Fine by me. Rage is boring me to sleep right now...
Kittie cracks a smile, using the insult Drake Green has been using against Rage. Rage snarls at Kittie and she just flips him off before heading out into the hall, closing the door behind her. Rage looks at Synn but he doesn't say a word.
Synn: So is this how it's going to be? You've got a big situation going on, and you're not going to tell anyone in the Sins, more specifically me?
Rage just moves his eyes to look at Synn, still not speaking a word. He offers no response before he looks away, getting back to his thoughts.
Synn: I spoke to Kittie earlier. She is under the impression that perhaps this woman isn't really who she says she is. Perhaps this...Ashley...really isn't your sister.
Rage laughs and shakes his head.
Rage: Yeah, well Kittie doesn't know shit. That woman is my sister.
Synn: Even if you believe that, perhaps you shouldn't get ahead of yourself and focus on that. You have a big match against Drake tonight and getting distracted by this situation with that woman will not help matters any. We can arrange a meeting for later this week...
Rage begins shaking his head furiously as he glares at Synn.
Rage: No. I'm not meeting with her again. If she shows up again I'll deal with it, but I have no interest in talking to that bitch.
Synn: You say that, yet you've been thinking about nothing else but what she told you. Look, you need some solid proof that she is your sister. You can't go on just her word, and we can help you. Regardless, it'll happen after this match with Drake tonight.
Rage: Yeah, I bet Drake is just loving this shit...He's probably heard all about it. Asshole is probably trying to find a way to get to Ashley and find out everything about my past...
Synn nods and takes a step forward.
Synn: That is quite possible, yes, which is why I think you need to tell me any important information. I know enough about your past, but we need to handle this situation with your sister as soon as possible.
Rage shakes his head and stands up.
Rage: I'll handle it myself, thanks. And as far as Drake Green goes...Don't worry. I'll be bringing the title back to the Sins and Drake Green will be no more after tonight. I'm not letting anything get in the way of that.
Before Synn can respond, Despayre bursts inside with a shocked look on his face. He looks back and forth from Synn to Rage.
Despayre: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold the phone! Rage has a sister?!?!
Rage lowers his head and shakes it, as Kittie cracks a smile walking in behind them. Despayre walks up to Synn excitedly.
Despayre: Can we invite her over for dinner?!
Rage suddenly growls loudly before he storms out of the dressing room. Kittie laughs but Despayre just looks at Synn.
Despayre: Poor guy must have a stomach ache...
Despayre shrugs and Kittie and Synn share a chuckle as they all head out into the hall and head off to find Rage.
In the ring, Justin Decent is standing with a smile on his face. The microphone is already raised up towards his mouth as he walks towards the center of the ring. Once there, he begins to speak.
Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman, the following contest is the bombshells triple threat roulette match! Based off the spin of the roulette wheel earlier tonight, this match will be a hardcore match!
Katherine appears on the platform followed by her father.
Justin Decent: Introducing first, being accompanied by James Kensington... from Kent, England... Katherine Kensington!
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. "Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl begins to play over the PA system, which is the cue for a smiling Natalie McKinley to walk through the curtains, and out onto the stage. After taking a moment to scan the cheering crowd, Natalie makes her way towards the ring, and as she does so, she slaps the hands of some of the fans that reach out to her, before breaking into a jog, that culminates with her leaping up onto the ring apron.
Justin Decent: Introducing from Cardiff, Wales... Natalie McKinley!
The lights fade out as two spotlights hit the entrance curtain as it does Run The Show (Spanish Version) by Kat Deluna begin's to blast all across the speakers. The Latin beat begins to blare loudly and that is when Pedro Lopez emerges from the curtain. He smiles as he points at the curtain and that is when the masked Luchadora La Paloma sprints through the ropes greeted by multiple pyros. She smiles as she takes in the cheers of the crowd.
Justin Decent: Introducing to the ring being accompanied by her father Pedro Lopez she hails from San Juan, Puerto Rico. "La Paloma"!!!
La Paloma sprints down the ring slapping the hands of the fans that her cheering her on. She jumps up onto the apron and immediately leap frogs over them. She runs to the corner turnbuckle and quickly ascends all the way to the top. She starts moving her hands about like a dove before she does a back flip off of the ropes.
As the bell rings, all three women stand around looking at one another. As Natalie and La Paloma lock eyes for a moment, Katherine quickly rushes over and hits Paloma in the back with her forearm. The shot sends Paloma down to the mat on her stomach. Natalie quickly rushes over to the Kensington and knocks her down with a right armed clothesline. As Katherine falls to the mat, she quickly rolls out of the ring and onto the floor near her father. As she is on the floor next to her father, she begins complaining about how she was just clotheslined.
Simone: Is she serious right now? Complaining to daddy isn't going to win her this match!
Adams: No, but complaining to daddy might just get her a brand new car.
In the ring, Paloma is back up to her feet. She begins to fire off shots in the face of Natalie. The vicious rights are soon answered back by rights of Natalie's own. The two go back and forth with shots to the other face, before Natalie raises her right leg and catches Paloma in the gut with a swift kick. After the boot, Natalie runs towards the ropes. Once her back hits the ropes, she is rocked with a shot to the back with a kendo stick by Katherine. The impact from the shot makes Natalie buckle down to the mat. Quickly, Katherine enters the ring and goes over to Paloma. She swings the kendo stick connecting on the back of Paloma. After she falls to the mat, Katherine quickly follows and covers her.
ONE
Paloma forces her shoulder off the mat quickly. Katherine then gets back up to her feet and goes to reach for the kendo stick once again. Before she can get to the stick, Natalie quickly snatches it up. Kensington's eyes grow wide as she looks over at Natalie who is wielding the weapon. She falls down onto her knees on the mat and begins to plead with Natalie not to use the weapon. With a smile, Natalie holds the stick up and brings it down on the back of Katherine. Katherine falls down to the mat and holds onto her back as she screams as the fans cheer. Natalie throws the weapon down as she turns her attention to La Paloma who is making her way up to her feet. Natalie goes over to Paloma and grabs her by the arm. She pulls her up and to her vertical base and whips her over to the ropes. Paloma rebounds and runs back towards Natalie. She throws herself into the air and lands square in the middle of Natalie's stomach. She then forces Natalie down to the mat off a beautiful crossbody. She stays on top for the cover. Before the referee can make the count of one, Katherine quickly pulls Paloma off of Natalie. Kensington quickly gets Paloma up to her vertical base and kicks her in the gut. As Paloma is bent over she grabs onto the hair of Paloma and gives it a big tug. Paloma screams as Katherine drags her along with her. After dragging her a bit, she swings Paloma by the hair. The hair pull causes Paloma to lose her balance and fall out of the ring to the arena floor. As Katherine turns around she is face to face with Natalie. Katherine quickly raises her right leg and tries to kick Natalie, but McKinley catches her leg. Katherine tries to fight her way out of Natalie's grasp. Before she is able to do anything offensively, Natalie quickly pulls Katherine and catches her in her arms. She turns Katherine around and quickly wraps her arms around the neck and right arm of her opponent. With one fluent motion, Natalie bends Katherine over and makes her back touch her knee. Katherine falls to the mat off the impressive half-nelson backbreaker.
Adams: Ouch! That made me hurt for Katherine. Something like that is never fun.
Simone: It's okay, I'm sure daddy is going to buy her a new horse for all her troubles!
Adams: That's not fair, my daddy never bought my a horse when I was concussed!
Natalie goes to get up to her feet. As she does, she is rocked with a trashcan lid shot to the back of the head by La Paloma. The shot sends Natalie down to the mat. Paloma quickly turns her attention to Katherine who is starting to get up to her feet. Paloma brings the trashcan lid and smashes it on Katherine's back sending her back down to the mat. Taking advantage, Paloma quickly exits the ring and pulls up the ring skirt. She begins to dig around under the ring for another weapon. She throws a stop sign into the ring, but continues to dig under it. After a few more moments an entire trash can is thrown inside as well. As she continues to dig, she throws a baking sheet into the ring. Finally, Paloma pulls out a table and puts it on the outside of the ring. She quickly slides into the ring and picks up the baking sheet. As she does, she quickly hits Kensington in the back with it, ensuring that she will stay down. Suddenly, she turns around and lifts the sheet overhead to hit Natalie with it. As she swing, Natalie ducks under it and ends up behind Paloma. Paloma turns around and tries to swing again, before she can Natalie punches the baking sheet. She punches the sheet hard enough that it hits Paloma in the face. As the fans cheer, Paloma falls down to the mat. Natalie bends over and picks up the stop sign. As she takes the stop sign, she throws it back down to the mat.
Simone: I wonder what Natalie is thinking here. What could possibly do more damage than a stop sign?
Natalie then picks up the trashcan and walks it over to a turnbuckle. She lodges the trashcan in between the top and middle part of the turnbuckle. She turns around is rocked by a knee to the gut by Katherine. As McKinley bends over, Katherine pushes her into the turnbuckle. Katherine backs away from the corner and quickly runs back towards Natalie. Katherine drops her shoulder as Natalie falls out of the corner. Kensington runs straight into the trashcan head first. Katherine falls to the mat as Natalie begins to get up.
Simone: James is going to have to buy a whole farm to help that headache!
Adams: Aww, I feel for poor Katie, I really do!
Suddenly, Pedro Lopez goes over to the corner and grabs the table. He slowly sets it up near the ring and backs away. Natalie starts to make her way back up to her feet, but she is quickly hit in the face by a boot from Paloma. Natalie falls to the mat and rolls onto the apron. Paloma backs away towards the ropes across from Natalie and the table. She runs towards Natalie. As she gets close, Natalie moves out of the way, sending Paloma flying through the ropes. She falls out of the ring and lands onto the table. Paloma goes crashing through as the fans go wild. Natalie looks down at Paloma with a smile. She slowly enters the ring as Katherine is starting to get up to her feet. Natalie stands next to Katherine and quickly picks her up onto her shoulders. As the fans go wild, Natalie throws Katherine up and falls to the mat making Katherine fall onto her knees. The vicious move known as "Winds of change" sends Kensington down to the mat. Natalie quickly covers Katherine.
ONE
TWO
THREE
Adams: What a decisive win by Natalie!
Simone: Is anyone going to check on Paloma and make sure she isn't dead?
Natalie stands up from the mat as the referee raises her hands. She look up at the entrance way and sees Bombshell Roulette champion Necra Octavian Kane standing at the top of the ramp. The championship on her right shoulder and a leash holding onto a panther in her left hand. She looks out at Natalie with no expression as the scene tapers off.
Christian Underwood sits at his desk, looking down at a pile of papers inside a folder. He flips the page but the lights in the office start to blink. Christian looks up at the light above his head, standing from his desk, but the light goes out completely.
Christian: Damn it!
Within a second, the light returns on. Christian looks down towards his desk to see Gabriel sitting crossed legged on the table. An instant look of anger crosses the SCW bosses face as he looks at the straight faced Gabriel.
Christian: What the hell are you doing here?
Anger drips from the SCW bosses voice as he stares at the rebellious wrestler. Gabriel just looks back at Christian, a smile on his face as he tilts his head. Christian places his hands on the desk, his eyes not leaving Gabriel's for a second.
Christian: Answer the question!
Gabriel reaches in to his pocket, pulling out a sheet of paper and holding it up in front of Christian. Gabriel turns to where the camera is filming and beckons it to zoom in to the paper. Jason and Belinda's voices are heard talking over the scene.
Simone: That looks like a wrestling contract.
The camera focuses clearer to see "Violent Conduct II" written at the top of the page and the names of both Christian and Gabriel written on it.
Adams: It is! It's for Violent Conduct II.
Christian rolls his eyes as Gabriel runs his finger over the bottom of the page, his signature appearing above his name.
Adams: How'd he do that?
Simone: It doesn't matter, Gabriel has signed the contract.
Gabriel holds the contract out to Christian who takes it and throws the contract over his shoulder and to the floor.
Christian: I haven't got time for your games! Get out of my office!
A smile crosses Gabriel's face as he reaches in to his outer pocket and pulls out a deck of cards, shuffling them in his hands.
Adams: He said he hasn't got time for games, so he won't be able to have time to play poker.
Christian sits down at his desk, looking up at Gabriel who starts to deal cards in front of himself and Christian, four each over all. Gabriel flips his cards over showing four kings. He points to the cards in front of Christian but Christian shakes his head.
Christian: I am not playing games with you Gabriel!
A mock disappointed look crosses Gabriel's face, before a wicked grin follows. He leans down, placing both hands long wise over the five cards. Smoke starts to appear from under Gabriel's hands, catching Christian's attention. Gabriel pulls his hands away to show the cards have turned to ash. He wipes the ash away to reveal five card images burned in to Christian's desk. The ace of spades, the ace of clubs, the eight of spades and the eight of clubs sit freshly burned in to Christian's desk, smoke still smoldering off the wooden surface.
Adams: That's know as a dead man's hand!
Simone: That's a powerful message to the boss.
Christian looks down at the desk, instantly understanding the meaning behind the message. Gabriel leans forward, his eyes on Christian as he points to the contract on the floor. He smirks at the SCW owner and spins his legs around, stepping off the desk. Christian glares at the contract on the floor, before looking back at his desk. The camera cuts elsewhere
The opening rift to Busta Rhyme and Ozzy Osbournes' "This Means War!!" start to blast through the speakers, as red and yellow lights start to flash, the yellow cutting through the red to create a orange effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.
"Just make sure them, them drums is smackin'
..
This, means, WAR!!"
Andrew appears at the top of the ramp with his manager, Casey Williams behind him, the duo looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
"Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall"
Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Honorable Warrior starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Casey following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope. Andrew raises his arms as the fans boo louder.
Andrew: So, Horace, you think you are so tough. You don't look so tough to me. You got lucky getting that Roulette Title shot. If it were up to me, I would never have let you join the SCW Roster. You should be lucky that Hot Stuff Mark Ward, Christian Underwood, and Erik Staggs are such nice guys. I am going to do the trio a favor and void your contract by kicking the ever lasting shit out of you and force you into retirement permanently. You can talk all the shit about me you want, but until you prove yourself, you are all talk and no action you old bat. Then you will be experiencing a day in the life of Andrew Garcia's childhood.
Andrew and Casey then walks backstage as the fans boo him for his remarks.
Backstage at the Del Mar Arena, head reporter, miss Pussy Willow, stands before the SCW Roulette Wheel with all the variety of matches one could hope for to be enticed into an exciting wrestling encounter. With her is Master Lily, manager of Ninja.
PW: ladies and gentlemen, it is time to find out just what match our next upcoming 'Going For the Gold' triple threat match will be contested under. Joining me is Master Lily. Master Lily, if you would give the wheel a spin?
Master Lily politely nods and grasps the spokes on the roulette wheel and gives it a spin. All eyes wait anxiously as the wheel spins around and around, passing several different fun and exciting stipulations: Cage ... Strap ... Mud Pit ... Ladder ... until the wheel starts to slow down and finally lands on...
PW: Lumberjack match! The men's 'Going For the Gold' contest will be contested with SCW Superstars surrounding the ring! Thank you Master Lily.
Master Lily nods to her again with a smile and turns around and makes her exit.
PW: You saw it ladies and gentlemen! In just a few moments, the Superstars will surround the ring for the next 'Going For the Gold' between Kris Halc, Ninja and Vince Peterson!
A close up shot of the bell as it sounds three times to showcase the upcoming match. Ring announcer Justin decent is then shown center-ring with referee Drew Patton standing in the far corner.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Triple Threat 'Going For the Gold' contest where the winner will advance to the Roulette Championship match at 'Violent Conduct II' in Yuma, Arizona! And... this match will be contested under Lumberjack Rules!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Now introducing the Lumberjacks...!
Heads turn towards the entrance stage when the curtains part and the first of many SCW Superstars emerge and walk down the aisle...
Justin: Gabriel Asar! ... Andrew Garcia! ... Ryan Kidd! ... Steve Ramone! ... Sean Jackson! ... Rage! ... Despayre! ... Big B! ... Horace Jackson! ... Equinox! ... Holly Wood! ... And the reigning SCW Heavyweight Champion ... Drake Green!
The crowd continues to cheer as the Lumberjacks slowly surround the ring and station themselves at different spots around the six-sided ring so two men are on each of the sides.
Justin: introducing participant number one! From Boston, Massachusetts, weighing 199 pounds ... Vince Peterson!
The Drum intro hits as Blue Monday from Orgy starts playing, the crowd gets to their feet, awaiting to see who of the two Vince's comes out. Vince walks out to the arena, not knowing what the hell is going on as he gets cheered. He is trying to get rid of his white shirt and pants, but realizes he isn't wearing anything underneath. He is shocked by the pyro from the stage as he is halfway the ramp. Causing to hide at the barricades, in the hope that he wont be noticed by anyone. But feeling the pats on his shoulder makes him realize he is in a big time of trouble. He slowly gets to the ring and tries to roll in, awaiting what's to come and swallows hard.
Simone: Just our luck. We get the Vince that not only doesn't know how to wrestle, he doesn't want to!
Justin: His opponent is from Los Angeles, California, weighing 217 pounds ... Kris Halc!
The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts and the fans all on their feet and their is actually a "Ace of Clubs" chant that is overpowering the boos of some of the people that have known the man longer. The fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. Kris leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp.
As the lift becomes level with the stage, massive blue and purple pyro shoots from the ceiling down to the stage hitting on both sides of the smoke cloud on the stage. The lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. Kris steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. His bright purple gloves are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing black pants and a black shirt that reads "K-Halc?" across the front.
He reaches ringside and before sliding in the ring takes off his shirt and tosses it into the crowd as he waits for his next opponent.
Justin: And managed by Master Lily, from FoShan, China, weighing 190 pounds ... Ninja!
FoShan Theme starts to play. The lights go out and come back on. Only to see smoke everywhere and Ninja already in the ring.
Adams: I'll never get used to that!
Simone: It's time to determine the first of three challengers for the Roulette title at Violent Conduct II!
The bell rings.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
At the sound of the opening bell, Vince starts looking around like a deer caught between two lions, as Ninja stares him down and Kris approaches the mysterious grappler and points towards Vince, whispering to the mysterious martial artist.
Adams: Think we're already going to see a partnership form?
Simone: It would be just Vince's luck that Ninja and kris pick him to team up against.
Ninja and Kris approach Vince and Peterson quickly ducks into the ropes and tries to escape but his two opponents are right on him as Ninja grabs him by the back of his tights and Kris grabs him by the leg and they drag him back inside!
Adams: You gotta feel bad for Vince!
Simone: You do?
Adams: Sure! Those two are going to be all over him since they know he's not the Vince that can fight!
Ninja and Kris each grab one of Vince's arms and they send him into the ropes with an Irish whip and on the rebound, they link hands and send Peterson in a complete 360 with a double clothesline.
Simone: They turned him inside out with that maneuver!
Kris doves down right atop of the fallen Vince for the first pin attempt of the match!
1.....
No sooner does Ninja get Halc off of Peterson than the masked enigma covers Vince himself.
1.....
2.....
Ninja grabs kris by the ankle and drags him off.
2.....
Kris pulls Ninja off!
Adams: So much for the early on team work.
Simone: What did they think would happen? That the other would just stand there and let them win a match where there's a title shot on the line?
Ninja slowly rises and stares hard at Kris through the eye slot in his mask and kris immediately places his hands on Ninja's chest and shoves him back several steps. Ninja simply stands there, staring at him, and Kris walks right up and shoves him again.
Simone: Antagonizing a Ninja? Who would see that coming?
Adams: Not the ninja, apparently. And isn't that a coincidence?
Halc goes for a third shove but suddenly Ninja grabs him by the wrists and head butts him right between the eyes! Ninja then kicks a leg up, breaking the wrist lock, then pivots around on his feet and lays Kris Halc out with a roundhouse kick!
Adams: And that's what happens when you piss off a Ninja!
Ninja turns around and stares hard at Vince who is slowly rising, and Peterson suddenly sees what he is up against. He looks down at the prone form of Kris Halc and he turns and ducks through the ropes but he is met by Andrew Garcia and Gabriel Asar who prevent him from going anywhere! They grab the struggling man and pick him up by the arms and legs and roll him right back inside of the match. Ninja grabs the struggling Vince but from out of nowhere, Halc comes back to life and he jumps into the ropes and springboards over Ninja's bent back and sunset flips him for the pin!
1.....
The sunset flips momentum throws Vince over on the mat and Kris turns his attention to him as Peterson attempts another escape but he is blocked from exiting this time by Big B and Despayre, and Angel who Despayre shoves into Vince's face. Vince staggers back into the ring and Kris doubles him over with a boot to the stomach, then drops him with a sit down jawbreaker. Vince staggers around on his feet, holding his face, and Kris rolls him up from behind in a rolling prawn!
1.....
2.....
Ninja kicks out!
2.....
Ninja lands a heavy kick to Halc's back, breaking up the pin.
Simone: Good ring positioning there by Ninja or else this one would have been over.
Ninja grabs Halc and goes for an Irish whip but Kris reverses it and sends him into the ropes, following right in after him with a running wheel kick that sends Ninja topping over the ropes backwards and to the ringside floor!
Adams: And here come the Lumberjacks!
Simone: As it should be!
Sean Jackson grabs Ninja's head and slams his face into ringside...
Adams: Well I don't think the Lumberjacks are supposed to be doing that!
And Rage grabs Ninja from Jackson and military presses him over his head and heaves him clear over the top rope and back inside of the ring and match!
Simone: ... Or that!
Adams: Well, he did get him back into the ring.
Kris goes to follow up when Vince seems to find his courage and he grabs Halc from behind and performs a basic school boy roll up.
1.....
2.....
Kris kicks out!
Adams: Goody Two Shoes Vince almost came away with a surprise win there!
Simone: And had he gotten the win, it would have been a surprise for everyone.
Kris then turns as Halc starts to rise and he starts to dive out though the ropes when he is grabbed by Holly Wood who PLANTS ONE on him!
Adams: In the words of the immortal George Takai... OHHHH MYYY!
Drake Green shoves Holly away and Vince staggers back, gagging and wiping his mouth furiously!
Adams: Do you think he slipped him some tongue?
Simone: I don't want to know!
Adams: No seriously, I think I saw some...
Simone: Seriously I don't want to know!
Flustered and sick to his stomach, 'good' Vince turns around and walks right into a savate kick by Ninja! Ninja then turns his back to him and performs a standing moonsault onto Peterson, but before Drew can register a count, Halc comes flying off the top rope with a cannonball legdrop across the back of Ninja's head! Ninja slumps off of his fallen opponent and Kris drags Vince up and hits the Club Trump! Kris with the cover!
1.....
The bell sounds and the crowd cheers as Kris Halc stands up and allows Drew to raise his arm in victory!
2.....
3!
Justin: Here is your winner, and advancing to the Roulette Championship event at Violent Conduct II ... KRIS HALC!
The crowd cheers as security hurry towards ringside before any altercations can occur between the Lumberjacks and the participants slowly disperse.
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.
"Sliced up, shot down
Everybody bows down
Kill em all, let em fall
God'll sort em out
Ripped up, zip it up
Really never gave a fuck
Wrecking ball, fuck em all
Never had a doubt
I'm (never gonna be the one)
I'm (always gonna say what I feel)
I'm (always do what I do)
Sick of all the bullshit"
Casey Williams walks out to the ring, He is not followed by the members of Dying Breed, Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell, which confuses the fans.
"Why should I
Always be the one to back away
Why should I
Have to be the one to not say what's on my mind
I'm a mother fucking wrecking
I'm a mother fucking wrecking ball"
Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning their heads to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey stares around at the booing fans as he climbs over the top rope. Casey raises their arms as the fans boo louder.
Casey: I would like to call out my former friend and teammate in NXT, Jessie Salco.
Casey cackles and speaks again.
Casey: Jessie, I know you are one half of the tag team champions with Amy Marshall and all, and that is a big accomplishment, but Amy is carrying you. She is the better wrestler, and you know it. Nothing you can say can change that fact. I demand you get down here.
"WE ARE MUNICIPAL WASTE AND JESSIE SALCO IS GONNA FUCK YOU UP!"
The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of "The Art of Partying" by Municipal Waste tears the PA System a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake and her fiance Shane, Jake and Shane stand at the top of the ramp whilst Jessie marches to the ring with a mic in her hand before sliding in.
Jessie: Are you-looking for a fight Casey? You know I've faced male wrestlers before! And besides, don't talk to me about being carried where the only reason your fat ass did anything of note is because you were carried by better wrestlers!
Jessie says with a smirk.
Jessie: Matthew Kennedy, Simon Jones, the list goes on, hell you're so shitty a wrestler that an ex-con with no wrestling experience carried you to a watchable match!
Casey: We know you were abused as a child because you were annoying as all hell, and your parents didn't know how to stop that behavior, so they beat you. You are a worthless piece of shit and I am shocked you found someone who loves you at all.
Jessie's expression turns sour and without another word she delivers a swift, hard kick to the much bigger man's balls causing Casey to fall down in pain.
Jessie: Fuck you, you piece of shit! You want to know why the first guy who adopted me was abusive. Because he was a drunken piece of shit! I guess that's something you can relate too and something your kid can expect to live through in a few years' time!
Jessie snaps at him but before she can do anything else she hears Andrew whistling to her and looks up seeing that Andrew and Ivan have just laid out Jake and Shane with chairs, Jessie leaves the ring and grabs a ladder from underneath the ring causing Dying Breed to flee rather than see what she had in mind .
Jessie: Get some damn help out here now!
Jessie calls out and paramedics quickly arrive to tend to them.
We find our way backstage as Horace Jackson is steadily pacing back and forth inside his locker room.
Horace Jackson: Who does Andrew Garcia think he is? Man, I am so sick of all these HSI bastards thinking they run this place. Since Mark retired from in ring competition, why do you guys have to live off of his success?
He walks toward his shelf that holds his sunshades and picks them up.
Horace Jackson: This is not going to be just a match for me Garcia. This is a message for Joshua Acquin. It will show him that I am not a push over. I don't need some surfer dude telling me what to do. Andrew consider this your wake up call. The Soulless One is going to hurt you.
He places the sunshades on his face then walks toward his locker room door.
Horace Jackson: The Empire Salutes you.
He smirks before leaving his locker room as the cameras cut to a commercial.
Simone: It appears that we've come to that point in the night where some comic relief is needed...
Adams: What do you mean? You always say that I'm the comic relief.
Simone: For once, this promises to be more entertaining than your quips.
The ring crew is setting up the Mean Girls usual runway platform leading from the ramp to the ring. They fasten it tightly, making sure that it is safe and secure. Seconds later, "Amazing" by Hi Fashion begins playing over the speakers. The crowd boos as Justin Decent stands off to the far side of the ring.
Justin Decent: The following is a special Drag Contest CHALLENGE! Introducing first, from Hollywood, California... MISSSSSSSS HOLLLLLLLLLY WOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!
There is a brief pause as the music plays. The booing dies down as Holly pushes one slender leg through the curtains. On the foot, she is wearing a black pump with red bottoms, and they shine in the light. The leg gently moves the curtain aside as she steps out onto the stage. The lights shine down on her as she is wearing a red sequin gown that is slit high up to almost her waist. We see a much more ample bosom o her that usual, and a gold chain around her neck, with the playboy bunny logo on it. She has long, flowing red hair that cascades down her back. She puts her chest out forward, doing her best Jessica Rabbit strut in slow motion. Her smoky eyes and cherry lips even get a few cat calls from the audience.
Simone: I am not used to seeing Holly Wood in such a sexy look. I expected her to take it easy on Misty, but this?
Adams: Hubba hubba! If I didn't know any better, I would try to get her number...er for a friend of course!
Holly stops at the center of the runway, and swings her hips to the right, a snare drum sound bangs, and repeats when she swings her hips to the right. She runs her fingers up the red lace evening gloves before taking it off, and swinging it above her head. She leans down and wraps it around a fan's neck, pulling him against the barrier as she plants a red lip print right on his cheek. She lets go and slides the glove back on before sauntering to the ring. Justin politely holds the ropes open for her as she shows off her ample curves through the sparkling dress. She makes a slow circle around the ring, running her fingers across the ropes as she moves along. She looks as if she knows she's above it all as she bats her eyelashes and walks to the center of the ring. The music fades out as she stays in the character, moving her chest from side to side slowly, to draw attention.
Simone: Normally, Holly is full of energy, but she is showing that she can play it cool sometimes as well.
Adams: You call that cool? I call it hot, hot, HOT! Yabba Dabba Doooooo!
Justin Decent: And introducing her opponent...
The opening beats to "Crying Like a Bit" by Godsmack start to play on the sound system. A few seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain, but she is totally unrecognizable. She is dressed, head to toe, as a biker dude. Her attire consists of black jeans, a white muscle t-shirt with a leather vest over it, and a bandana over her forehead. Her usual long raven locks are covered in a short cut wig, and her arms are now "tatted" up in full sleeves, and she even has a fake mustache and goatee to top it off.
Adams: I...I can't believe what we're seeing.
Simone: Neither can I, Jason. This is a first for SCW, and I never thought I'd see the day where Misty dressed as a guy, let alone one that looks like it came from Sons of Anarchy.
Adams: That's a quality show, but somehow I don't think Misty would fit in...
Justin Decent: From Las Vegas, Nevada...Please welcome...Misty?
Inside the ring, Holly Wood can't help but chuckle at Misty's appearance. Misty begins making her way to the ring, strutting her stuff very exaggerated and acting as manly as she possibly can as the crowd cheers her on. She high fives some of the fans along the way until she makes it to the ring. She steps through the second rope, strutting over to stand next to Holly Wood, who is still laughing at her, but Misty shrugs it off, clearly having fun. Holly rolls her eyes and then looks over to Justin who raises the microphone back up to his lips.
Justin Decent: Now, how this works is, whoever gets the best crowd reaction will win this contest. Each contestant has 30 seconds to impress the audience, and get the best reaction. Holly will go first... can we get some music?
A slow, sexy jazz beat starts up as Holly begins to slowly sway her chest and hips to the music. She works her way up as she steps over to the ring ropes. The fans can't help but cheer a little as Holly places her rather large breast plate over the top rope, leaning over to blow a kiss to the fans. She sashays across the ring and does the same on the other side before coming to the center of the ring. She places a hand up in the air, and then drops it low, balancing herself on her high heels as she brings it back up, even more slowly. The fans cheer loudly for her as the music fades out. Justin nods his head as he brings the microphone back up to his lips.
Justin Decent: Next up, we have Misty' Go ahead, Misty...
Misty rolls her eyes as Holly finishes her act, and she almost looks a bit nervous..Until "Crying Like a Bitch" starts to play once again and Misty goes wild, strutting around the ring, trying to get the crowd charged up. They're quiet at first, but as she walks around the ring, doing her thing, they start roaring in approval and she tries to act as manly as she possibly can, which isn't all that great, but she doesn't care. She jumps up and down, throwing fists in the air, hollering and yelling at the crowd as they cheer and holler for her loudly, and they all get to their feet.
Adams: I vote for Holly...
Holly watches on, laughing and shaking her head at Misty's poor attempt at Drag Entertainment, but the fans seem to be highly in favor of Misty. Misty finally struts over to Holly and, standing directly in front of her and in her most macho display yet, grabs her crotch area, thrusting it at Holly. Holly takes a step back, disgusted, but the crowd roars in approval.
Simone: I am going to pretend I didn't just see Misty do that...
Adams: You and me both, Belinda.
Misty steps to the side of Holly, tucking her thumbs in her belt loops. She looks out into the audience and nods her head as Holly flips her red hair over her shoulders, rolling her eyes at Misty. Justin steps between them and holds his hands up to quiet down the audience.
Justin Decent: Now it is time that you, the fans, get to choose a winner! Let's hear it for Holly Wood...
Crowd: WOOOOOOO! *Clap* Holly! Holly!
Simone: This one seems rather clear to me, but let's continue on with the formalities.
Justin Decent: And now, let's hear it for Misty...
Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *POP!* *CLAP CLAP CLAP* MISTY! MISTY! MISTY! MISTY!
Adams: Well now, it looks like I went with the unpopular vote here, but just in case that wasn't made clear enough...
Justin Decent: Here is your winner... MISSSSSSSTYYYYY!!!
Crowd: *POP!*
Holly looks appalled by this outcome, scoffing very visibly with furled eyebrows. She looks over at Justin and tilts her head back with a laugh. She approaches Justin, and then rips the microphone from his hands angrily. Holly is stunned, but not quite wanting to show it. She steps to the center of the ring and giggles playfully into the microphone, with a hint of disbelief and disgust hinted behind it.
Holly: Ooookay... So, Misty *air quotes* "won" this contest... I get it, y'all don't like the Mean Girls, but it ain't a popularity contest. It's a DRAG contest. But, it's okay. No really, it is. Let her have her moment. I think maybe we should have ourselves an actual contest, a test of strength. I'm calling for an Arm Wrestling contest, hun-ty... If you got the balls, that is...
Misty tilts "his" head back and chuckles as he saunters over to Holly. "He" leans down into the microphone and says in the most rough cut voice that "he" can...
Misty: I got plenty more "balls" than you'll ever have. Bring it on, Holly...
The fans cheer loudly as Holly steps back. She waves down Tessa and Angelica who seem to be prepared with a folding table. They rush across the runway and bring the table inside of the ring. They work together to set it up quickly as the fans continue to cheer. Holly takes the arm wrestling stance, running her hands through her hair. Misty immediately meets it as Tessa steps forward. She officiates this new contest. Misty locks it in and struggles as Holly smirks, obviously the stronger of the two. Holly toys with Misty at first, but then struggles to keep in the race. Sweat forms on both participant's foreheads as the fans get behind Misty, very clearly. Holly gets the advantage after a moment, nearly getting Misty's hand down when suddenly her wig slips down over her face. With the momentary distraction, Misty quickly pounds Holly's arm back.
Crowd: *POP!*
Adams: I can't believe that Misty just defeated Holly Wood in an arm wrestling contest in just under a minute!
Holly rips her wig off and flings it on the ground in disgust. She flips the table over in a fit as she picks the microphone off of the ground. The fans cheer loudly, causing Holly to break her usual feminine voice.
Holly: TWO OUT OF THREE! .... Wait, DAMN IT!
The fans laugh loudly at Holly as she throws the microphone down on the ground. Tessa and Angelica stare at Misty menacingly, however they choose to comfort their friend as "Crying Like a Bitch" plays once more. Holly, Angelica, and Tessa quickly make their way out of the ring, Holly storming off in embarrassment through the curtains as Misty continues to work the crowd up, a proud smile upon "his" face!
The scene opens with Marshall Owens coming from behind the curtain. Wearing a black suit and tie, Marshall raises the mic to his mouth as he slowly makes his way towards ringside.
Marshall: "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Marshall Owens and I'm the advocate for a man who's being unjustly criminalized in the court of public opinion."
Boos fill the arena as Marshall continues to make his way towards the ring.
Marshall: "Last week, my client was assaulted by nothing more than a common street thug, and because SCW security was slow...."
Marshall begins climbing up the ringside steps.
Marshall: "In getting into position, my client Sean Jackson, had to defend himself."
More boos from the fans as Marshall enters the ring. What Sean Jackson did was far from defending himself, and they are letting Marshall Owens know it.
Marshall: "And in doing so, had no choice but to end the threat by hitting the Hook em Horns driver on the steel ring steps. Now granted, even after ending this threat on his own, with no help from security. It has come to our attention that there are some within the SCW hierarchy who want to victimize my client once again."
A Sean Jackson sucks chant begins.
Marshall: "It's just like the woman who gets beat up by her husband. She calls the police in order to report it and the cops show up just in time to arrest her for defending herself."
Now a you suck chant begins. No one in the entire arena can believe that Marshall Owens is trying to compare Sean Jackson to a woman victimized of domestic abuse.
Marshall: "Instead of helping her, instead of arresting the piece of crap boyfriend or husband, the cops take the easy way out and arrest her. Well Sin City Wrestling, there's no way on this God's green Earth that I'll ever stand idle, and watch that happen to a client of mine."
Marshall points to the backstage area.
Marshall: "Backstage, is a man who has been traumatized. Backstage is a man who now fears for his life, because of a stoned out junkie named Justin. But I can promise you this much. If Sin City Wrestling thinks that my client is going to just sit back there, and watch as his career is screwed with. Then they are going to be in for a rude awakening. Matter of fact, if Sin City Wrestling thinks for one minute that they can punish my client for defending himself. Then they are sadly mistaken."
The camera pans is a bit, but not too tight.
Marshall: "Justin, you started this with my client for spitting on him. Then deciding that you could break the rules by jumping over that guard railing in order to further attack him. Well Justin, I hope that you're covered under the Affordable Healthcare Act, because unless Sean Jackson gets an apology from you tonight...."
A sadistic smile forms on his face.
Marshall: "He will file charges for assault, and he will sue you for everything you've got. And believe me Justin, I'm not only the advocate for Sean Jackson, but I'm his attorney as well. And he DOES have a case. So if you'll excuse me, I have to go confer with my client."
Marshall lets the mic drop from his fingers and he exits the ring. As he makes his way to the back, the scene shifts back to Belinda Simone and Jason Adams.
The arena goes pitch black as the sounds of goblins and druids fill the sound system. Dark red smoke fills the arena as black lights and flood lights with a red filter shine throughout the arena. A video package starts playing as the instrumental version of "Close My Eyes Forever" begins to play as a woman in an amazon princess outfit walks out from behind the curtains. The music slowly fades as "The High Life" strikes up. As the songs are mashed together, Horace Jackson walks out with his face covered in red and black face paint. He stands on the stage as the smoke rises higher.
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Making his way to the ring, hailing from Tornado Alley, Texas, standing at 6 feet 10 inches, and weighing in at 376 pounds. He is accompanied to the ring by Bridgette Jackson. Please welcome... "The Soulless One" HORRRRRACE JAAAAACKSOOOOOOOONNN!!!
Horace walks down the ramp very slowly as the crowd is chanting his name. He stops at the ring and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He holds the ropes open for his wife to enter the ring first. He follows her by stepping over the top rope. He walks to the center of the ring, lifts his arms into the air and drops them causing fire to escape all four corners and the stage. He turns his body toward the stage as he prepares for his match.
Justin Decent: And his opponent! Coming to us from Oakland, California, standing at 5 feet 9 inches, and weighing in at 245 pounds... He is being accompanied to the ring by Casey Williams, he is... ANNNNDREWWWW GARRRRRCIIIAAAAAAAA!!!
The opening rift to Busta Rhyme and Ozzy Osbournes' "This Means War!!" start to blast through the speakers, as red and yellow lights start to flash, the yellow cutting through the red to create a orange effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.
Just make sure them, them drums is smackin'
...
This, means, WAR!!
Andrew appears at the top of the ramp with his manager, Casey Williams behind him, the duo looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
Take a look inside
You can run and you can hide
If you cross my path
I'll make sure you feel my wrath
Give and you receive
Cherish every breath you breathe
Scriptures on the wall
Those who betray all must fall
Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Honorable Warrior starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Casey following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope. Andrew raises his arms as the fans boo louder. After a few moments of working the fans up, referee Jasmine St. John steps to the center of the ring, and holds her hands up, looking to both competitors before calling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Adams: And it looks like we're off!
Simone: If that's what you want to call it. This is a classic David versus Goliath situation, and it is starting off as one would expect...
After a quick circling of one another, both competitors tie up in the center of the ring. Andrew holds his own for a moment, which comes as a surprise to many people, but Horace gets the better, locking on a wrist lock, twisting it back so that Andrew slowly bends backward. He bridges his back as Horace continues to push back. Eventually, Andrew is bridged over into a pin by the Soulless One, and Jasmine drops down for the count.
1!
2!KICKOUT!
Simone: This is an unusually early pin attempt by Horace Jackson.
Adams: I'm just surprised that he got a two count out of that. It is a testament to the strength of Horace Jackson, that's for sure.
Andrew gets out of the pin, and rolls from underneath the mammoth Jackson. He keeps hold of one of the arms and rolls on top, locking on an uncharacteristic Surfboard Stretch. The fans boo his attempts, despite how impressive the maneuver looks. He wrenches the knee into Horace's back, but Horace slowly inches his way over toward the ropes, scooting with his feet. He tries to place his head on the ropes, but Garcia leans back a little more, causing Horace to leans up a little. He tries his best, but he can only seem to grab onto the ropes by the skin of his teeth... literally!
Crowd: *POP!*
Simone: And Jasmine is calling for the rope break!
Andrew doesn't want to listen. He shakes his head from side to side as Jasmine scolds him, ordering him to release. She finally begins a quick count. 1! 2! 3! 4! This prompts Andrew to let go of the hold. Taking the advice he received earlier, he begins shouting at Jasmine, getting in her face. However, she does no let him get away with this as she shouts back. The two are engaged in a heated brawl as Horace quickly gets up to his feet. While Andrew is distracted, he rushes him from the side with a hard Shoulderbutt that knocks him down to the ground. He quickly stomps away at the smaller grappler, getting in about seven or eight good stomps before Jasmine casually backs him away. Meanwhile, Horace mutters something about respecting women to Andrew. He leans down and picks Andrew off of the mat and then flings him into the ropes. He goes for a Big Boot, but Andrew ducks it, coming off of the opposing ropes. He goes for a clothesline, but it barely causes Horace to stumble backward. Horace meets Andrew with a Diving Clothesline of his own that floors Andrew. The fans cheer him on, but Horace doesn't let this distract him. He drops down with an elbow to Andrew's chest, and then quickly hooks the leg. Simone: That was an excellent save by Andrew's manager, Casey Williams. Adams: I don't know why Horace is trying to get such an early win here, but it could end up costing him in the long run here tonight. Horace doesn't seem surprised as he stands up, pulling Andrew up in a Headlock position. Andrew punches him in the gut, but Horace wrenches the neck a bit more. Andrew stops for a second, but then reaches up and nails another punch to the gut. He shoves Horace into the ropes, and then leans down on all fours, causing Horace to trip over him. As Horace lands on his back, Andrew mounts him and begins punching away with both fists alternating. He catches Horace in the face with one hard right that causes a mist of spit to fly backward. Horace tries to fight back with jabs to Andrew's sides, and tries to push him off, but the stout young grappler is planted firmly in position. He continues to punch away until he is satisfied. Once he is finished, he stands up and raises a fist into the air, drawing in boos from the audience. He uses this to fuel himself, as Horace rolls over onto his stomach to push himself up. This is when Andrew runs forward and punts Horace's chin, knocking him back. With a determined look on his face, he follows it up by jumping up and landing a hard punch to Horace's chest. He hooks the leg as Jasmine goes for the count. Simone: That was much closer than I had expected! Adams: After a shot to the chest like that, I'm surprised that The Soulless One was able to move at all. That was dangerous! The fans erupt into cheers as Andrew pounds the mat angrily. He taps the back of his right hand against the palm of his left three times, but Jasmine holds up two fingers. Andrew shakes his head as he lifts Horace off of the mat. He shoves Horace's head between his legs and impresses everyone as he lifts Horace up for a Powerbomb. This is no easy task for Andrew, being a over a foot and a hundred pounds smaller than Horace. He groans loudly as Horace punches him in the face. Andrew simply drops down into a Sitdown Powerbomb, keeping Horace's legs hooked for another pin. Simone: As much as I detest Andrew Garcia's actions so far tonight, I have to give him props for that maneuver. Adams: You are not the only one, Belinda. I think even I would have trouble hitting a move like that. Horace claps his leg against Andrew's head, causing him to let up on his hold. He rolls over and gets up to his feet before Andrew can. He grabs onto Andrew's head to lift him up, however as Andrew slowly stands up, he hits a low blow on Horace that Jasmine cannot see. He then rushes Horace into the corner with a Spear. Horace doubles over, which allows Andrew to catch him in the face with a hard knee. Horace is bleeding from his nose now, but Andrew doesn't let up as he rips Horace's hair back, landing punch after punch to his forehead, trying to bust him open there as well. Horace finally breaks free, and hits a Drop Toe Hold to Andrew, causing his head to bounce off of the top turnbuckle. As he takes a tumble, sliding down the corner, Horace slides away to regain his composure. He stands up, holding onto his chest as he takes in deep breaths. He waits for Andrew to pull himself up, and then he darts forward, hitting a Big Boot, causing Andrew to arch his back against the corner. Simone: This match has more twists than M Night Shyamalan movies! Adams: Are you kidding? This match feels like a ping pong match with all of the back and forth going on. Horace leans down as he slaps at his knees, goading Andrew out. As Andrew stumbles forward, Horace flings him into the ropes. As he rebounds, Horace lifts him up for a Flapjack that rocks the ring. He quickly kneels down and rolls Andrew over for another pin attempt. Simone: What?! That was so close! Adams: And what a move by Andrew Garcia! I never would have expected something like that from him, even if it was underhanded Andrew slaps the mat and glares back at Jasmine. He mouths off to her about the pause at the end there, and she holds up two fingers casually in his face. He pushes them out of his face as he returns his focus to Horace. He lifts the larger opponent from the mat. Andrew goes to nail the Bust A Cap on Horace, pulling it off with precision. However, he has had enough of Jasmine's attitude, and he walks over to her, getting right in her face. He gives her a quick lecture on how to do her job. She argues back, as Casey shouts warnings inside of the ring to Andrew. Andrew looks back and sees Horace still laid out on the mat. He waves off the advice of his mentor before turning back to Jasmine. He backs her into the corner menacingly, cracking his knuckles. He gives her one last "warning" before turning around and walking over to Horace. He drops down and hooks the leg forcefully. Jasmine mutters at him as she drops down for the count. Crowd: *POP!* Simone: WHAT?!? How did Horace kick out from that one, just seconds before Jasmine slapped the mat for the three count?! Adams: I don't know, Belinda, but I wouldn't call it luck. Maybe "The Orange Hulk" should have kept out of Jasmine's face and pinned his opponent instead of getting cocky. Andrew growls at Jasmine as he lifts Horace off of the mat. He looks back at her as Horace wobbles on his feet. He points to Horace and then says "Watch this!" As he turns back around, looking to hit another finisher, Horace kicks Andrew in the gut. The fans cheer loudly as he hits the Southeast Rough Landing, a Double Underhook Inverted Powerbomb. He hooks the leg, groggily as Jasmine drops down for the count. Justin Decent: Here is your winner... HORRRRRRRACE JAAAAAAAAAAACKSOOOOOOONNNN!!! Simone: Horace Jackson has done it! I almost can't believe it. Can you, Jason? Adams: I barely believe it myself. But, you can't argue the fact that Horace gave Andrew one hell of a fight! Horace Jackson stands up as his music blasts over the speakers. Jasmine holds his arm up in the air and points to him. The crowd cheers loudly, but that all fades as Joshua Acquin jumps over the barrier. He slides inside of the ring and stalks behind Horace as the fans boo. Horace looks confused as Bridgette shouts at him. However, the boos are so loud that he doesn't hear her words. She signals for him to turn around. However, as he does so, Acquin hits the Nightmare on him, planting him against the mat. Horace's music fades out as Joshua lifts him off of the mat. Jasmine tries to interfere, but Joshua shrugs her hands off of him, shouting at her. He hits one more Nightmare on Horace before staring down at him with narrowed eyes. The crowd now rains down boos on him as he looks over to Andrew. He helps his Hot Stuff International stable mate off of the mat as the two slowly exit the ring. Simone: I wonder where that came from! Adams: Given the history between Hot Stuff International and Horace Jackson, it is so easy, a cave man could figure it out! Simone: Or you...? The opening piano notes to Fozzy's "SOS" starts to blast through the speakers, as red and black lights start to flash, the black cutting through the red to create a brownish effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in. "Where are those happy days, they seem so hard to find Ivan appears at the top of the ramp, with his manager and tag team partner, Casey Williams and Andrew Garcia behind him, the trio looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd. "So when you're near me, darling can't you hear me Ivan lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The MMA Master starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Casey and Andrew following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Ivan shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Ivan puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope, and Andrew follows Ivan by going between the ropes. Ivan raises his arms as the fans boo louder.
1!
2!
Casey reaches inside of the ring and places Andrew's foot on the rope, but it was to no avail as Andrew was already kicking out.
1!
2!
Thre...KICKOUT!
1!
2!KICKOUT!
1!
2!
Andrew shoots a shoulder up at the last second, which causes Horace to run his hands over his head in frustration. He peels Andrew off of the mat and then places his head between his legs. He goes to lift Andrew up, but Andrew hooks his arms around Horace's legs. Horace can't seem to bring him up for the Powerbomb. Andrew drops his feet back on the mat, but Horace still has a hold of him. Horace clubs Andrew across the back and then tries again. He gets a similar result. In frustration he gives Andrew three consecutive clubs before finally lifting him up. Andrew uses the momentum to poke Horace in the eyes, causing him to fall back. Sitting on Horace's chest, Andrew grounds his weight for the pin.
1!
2!
...
KICKOUT!
1!
2!
.....
KICKOUT!
1!
2!
3!
I tried to reach for you, but you have closed your mind
Whatever happened to our love?
I wish I understood
It used to be so nice, it used to be so good"
S. O. S.
The love you gave me, nothing else can save me
S. O. S.
When you're gone
How can I even try to go on?
When you're gone
Though I try how can I carry on?"
Ivan: The people in California are lucky to have a talent as great as me in this arena. You fans should be grateful to see me. I am better than those overpaid, under talented actors in Hollywood. I am a far better athlete than any athlete to grace this city of San Diego. The women here are so fake, with their breast implants, their fake tans, their fake hair. They are the opposite of the Mean Girls, who are talented, and everything about them is natural. I am glad that brain damage due to constantly coloring ones hair isn't covered by Obamacare, where I pay my taxes, and we know that the taxes help cover Obamacare. There is nothing I would rather do then to go back home to natural women, and people who are worthwhile and not fake like you piles of shit.
Ivan drops the microphone and he, Andrew, and Casey leaves the ring as the crowd boos loudly.
The scene opens on the backstage area of the Del Mar Arena where we find Vixen getting ready for her match later in the evening. Rolling her neck, Vixen stretches out. She is dressed in her tights and halter but barefoot. Once she has stretched, she reaches up to pull her hair back and twists it into a loose pile on the top of her head. The lights start to flicker over head, and she sighs as they finally stay on. The air seemed to turn cold in the room, and when she looks back in the mirror there stood Necra, dressed in her usual attire, with the black toga falling to the floor around her feet, and her long black hair framing her face.
Vixen: What the he...what are you doing here?
Necra: I'm sorry if I startled you Vixen. I came to speak about our match.
Vixen gives her a look as she reaches for a hoodie and throws it on, her arms wrapping them around herself.
Vixen: Don't worry Necra, I know that tonight I am going to be facing Amy and Jessie as your partner and we are going to have to work together.
Necra nods, and smiles softly as she moves with grace and poise as she paces.
Necra: Indeed we shall. I have never had anything against you Vixen, and we are both Champions in our own right. Jessie has never won against me, but Amy... There lays the problem...
Vixen: I have always teamed with Jessie and never really faced Amy before like this but trust me when I say that I am not going to let it get to me. I am getting in that ring to win.
Necra: I am too. I've faced both of them before, and I am not going to let those Tag Titles slip through our fingers. Both of us have had them, but I think one can never have to much don't you think?
Necra taps the title that hangs off of her shoulder and smiles.
Necra: That's the only reason that I've come to see you. I only extend this invitation once... When you get a chance I would love for you and Spike to come and stay at the Oasis outside of Las Vegas.
Vixen eyes the title and then lowers her head slightly.
Vixen: This isn't a title vs title champions clash. But if it was then I would have repeated the triple crown and made history again. Still, gotta give them props where they are deserved you know. I really respect those two.
Necra looks at her and shrugs slightly.
Necra: They've proven themselves but they are not what I call worthy to hold titles. We will destroy them, and anyone that gets in our way.
Vixen: Agreed. And I will let you know about the offer to come to the Oasis. But if you will excuse me, I have to go and talk to someone about something...
Necra: Good. But remember what I said I only make the offer once. Oh and this is for you.
Necra reveals the hand that had been behind her back all this time. A single black rose sat in her hand with a golden ribbon wrapped around the long stem. Vixen looks at the rose and then Necra and takes the rose gingerly.
Vixen: Uh thanks Necra.
Necra smiles an almost unsettling smile, as if she knew something that Vixen didn't. Almost like a secret, that had yet to be said. Vixen turns and sets it down, and when she turns back to say something Necra is gone, as if she had never been there.
The scene comes to life with Marshall Owens and Sean Jackson walking backstage. As they are talking, Stoner Scott Oliver approaches and asks for an interview.
Oliver: "Mr. Jackson, can I please have a moment of your time?"
Both Sean and Marshall come to a stop, their eyes directly on Scott Oliver.
Marshall: "Can't you see that we're talking? What am I saying, of course you can see that we were talking. But with all of you reporter types, that never makes a difference, does it?"
Oliver: "Mr. Owens, no disrespect was intended. I was just merely going to ask a question about what happened last week."
Marshall Owens throws his hands up in obvious disgust.
Marshall: "Look, Sean Jackson addressed that already. He addressed it in his latest video blog, and I addressed it earlier. The fact that YOU still want to talk about it only means one thing...."
Marshall points an accusing finger at Scott Oliver.
Marshall: "You're nothing more than an instigator for the powers that be, here in Sin City Wrestling, who would love for nothing more than to see Sean Jackson in trouble and no longer in Hot Stuff International. But, the one thing you aren't taking into account is the fact that Hot Stuff Mark Ward is the one in charge as far as we're concerned...."
Marshall gives a quick glance to his client Sean Jackson, before turning his attention back to Scott Oliver.
Marshall: "Which means that we have nothing to worry about. However, we've been waiting patiently for an apology from Justin..."
Marshall quickly checks his watch.
Marshall: "Which to this time, still hasn't been given to my client. So, instead of wasting our time with this crap Scott Oliver. Maybe you should be asking Justin why he hasn't done the right thing and apologized?"
Oliver: "Well Mr. Owens, it's been said that Sean went off on Justin, because Justin allegedly spit o..."
Marshall: "Allegedly nothing. That burn out Justin DID spit on my client, the replay clearly shows that.
Oliver: "Well actually Mr. Owens, after carefully looking at the footage from last week. I didn't see where Justin spit on Mr. Jackson. Nor do I even see where Justin opened his mouth."
Jackson: "Whoa, wait a minute. Are you calling me a liar Scott Oliver?"
You can see Sean Jackson bowing up, his fists clinching.
Oliver: "Uh, not at all. I'm j...."
Marshall: "Wait, I see what you're trying to do. You're trying to get my client to admit that he told a lie. You're trying to get some ammo for this *conference* coming up later tonight. Well Scott Oliver, you can take your sophomoric interview skills and high tail it back to the people pushing this garbage, because I'm telling you right now. Justin spit on my client, then after spitting on him, tried to attack him. My client defended himself because security was slow in doing their jobs."
Jackson: "That's right, I defended myself. So you go back and tell whoever is pushing this, that I defended myself then, and I'll defend myself again. In the meantime, I've got more important things on my mind."
Without saying another word, Sean pushes past Scott Oliver, leaving Scott alone with Marshall Owens.
Marshall: "Oh and when you do report back Scott. Make damn sure to remind Justin that he IS running out of time."
Marshall walks away as well, leaving Scott Oliver alone in the hallway. The scene then shifts back to the announcers.
Adams: You know what's up next, Belinda?
Simone: I sure do, Jason. We're about to see if Liz Smalls can follow in Delia's footsteps and defeat Roxi Johnson.
Adams: Or if another #JealousJanis can score a win over The Mean Girls.
Simone: Never ever say that again, please.
Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman our next match is scheduled for one fall.
'Live For The Night' plays as pink and purple spotlights show the entrance way. A giant magazine cover of Liz Smalls is the curtain for her entrance as she walks from behind, accompanied by Veronica Taylor, as the spotlights flash on her.
Justin Decent: Introducing first from San Francisco, California. Weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds. She is the Coast To Coast Covergirl....LIIIIZ SMALLLLS!
Paparazzi trail behind her taking pictures as she walks to the ring, with Veronica following behind her, waving at the fans as they boo her. Two of the paparazzi men hop onto the ring apron and each grab one of Liz's arms as they lift her onto the apron and then hold the ropes for her to enter. Veronica stays on the outside, cheering and clapping for her Mean Girls sister, as Liz walks to the center of the ring and her music dies down.
Simone: I have to wonder if the Mean Girls really need to have support at ringside during each match. That's a clear sign they plan to cheat!
Adams: The Mean Girls, cheating to win? Never...
Justin Decent: And introducing her opponent...
The opening keyboard notes of "The Touch" begin on the PA system. Stan Bush's voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song. The cameras pan around the arena, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as she moves through the swarm of fans.
Justin Decent: Making her way to the ring...From Tampa, Florida...Weighing in at one hundred and thirty two pounds...ROXIIII JOHNNNSON!
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: I don't think Liz likes Roxi's entrance very much.
Liz is staring at Roxi with a disgusted look on her face as she and Roxi begin a staredown. Just as referee Jacob Summers is about to call for the bell, the opening beats to "Mz. Hyde" by Halestorm are heard over the sound system and the lights dim. Liz and Roxi both turn their attention to the backstage entrance where thick gray smoke and a spotlight are shining.
Adams: Uh oh...You know who that is, don't you?
Simone: Of course I do. But what is Misty doing out here?
Adams: My guess is she's going to do something to piss off Liz and Veronica.
Misty appears from behind the curtain to a round a cheering from the crowd. She glares down the ramp, right at Liz Smalls who is absolutely LIVID at her interruption. Liz is screaming and yelling at Jacob Summers, but he is trying to calm her down, waiting to see what Misty has planned. Misty makes her way down the ramp, high fiving fans along the way, and she walks around the ring, making it a point to *accidentally* bump into Veronica Taylor as she makes her way right over to the announce table. Veronica doesn't appear to happy with that as she frantically wipes away the spot where Misty touched her.
Adams: Milfalicious has decided to join us! How exciting!
Simone: You've been speaking to the Surf Boys again, haven't you?
Liz is still screaming and yelling at Jacob Summers, demanding he ban Misty from ringside. Jacob shakes his head, instead telling her he will keep an eye on Misty's involvement, and Misty just smiles at Liz as she puts a headset on. Her music dies down and the lights return.
Misty: If I didn't know any better I'd say Liz is a little pissed off.
Simone: I'd have to agree. Welcome, Misty. It's always a pleasure to have you join us.
Adams: Well, it wasn't always a pleasure. There was the whole Queen of the Damned thing. That was just...scary.
Misty: Yeah..don't remind me about that part of my life...
Liz is still fuming but she has no choice but to accept Misty's presence at ringside. Misty and Roxi exchange friendly glances, Misty giving Roxi a thumbs up. Just as Jacob is again going to call for the bell, Liz stops him and yells at him to search Roxi. Roxi stands there for a moment, confused, as the crowd boos. Jacob doesn't immediately listen, but Liz *screams* at him to search Roxi for any foreign objects.
Misty: Liz would do something like this. If he's going to check Roxi, he might as well check Liz while he's at it. She's probably got something hidden in her--
Adams: Hey! This is a family show!
Misty: Get your mind out of the gutter, Jason. I was going to say bra...
Adams: Yeah right...
Jacob gives in to Liz's demands and heads over to Roxi. She agrees to the search, staring at Liz and shaking her head as Job searches for any foreign objects. When none are found, Roxi nods at Liz, who looks relieved and Jacob stands in between the two finally calling for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Roxi and Liz circle one another slowly as Veronica leans on the ring apron, cheering Liz on. Roxi stops and holds her hand up, motioning for Liz to take it. Liz looks at Roxi like she's crazy, shaking her head.
Misty: Oh come on Liz, quit being such a wuss!
Simone: Did you honestly expect anything different?
Misty: Not really, no.
Roxi encourages Liz to take her hand, as does the crowd, but Liz is reluctant. Veronica continues to cheer for Liz until Liz finally gives in and slowly reaches for Roxi's hand, however, just as she is about to lock up, she hauls back and SLAPS Roxi hard across her face! Roxi's face snaps to the side, sending her fiery red hair over her eyes and Liz just laughs as the crowd boos her.
Adams: I saw that one coming...
Misty: So did I, sadly.
Veronica claps for Liz as Liz continues to smile, before she quickly lunges at Roxi but the superhero bombshell ducks and sends Liz flying into the corner. Liz's face bounces off the turnbuckle and the crowd erupts in a huge pop as Veronica shouts angrily.
Simone: Do you think that will leave a bruise?
Misty: I'd prefer it to leave a broken nose. I'm sure Liz would be out for quite a while after having plastic surgery to repair the damage.
Adams: You'd love that, wouldn't you?
Misty: I'd love to be the one to break her nose, yes.
Roxi quickly gets on the offensive, grabbing Liz by her blonde hair and she starts repeatedly slamming her head against the corner turnbuckle. The crowd is going crazy and Veronica is shouting at Jacob Summers, who is already warning Roxi to take it easy.
Misty: Oh come on, Jacob. Let her continue!
Roxi does as she is told and backs away as Liz turns around and tries to shake away the stars that she's seeing. The crowd gets a chuckle out of it, as does Roxi and just as Roxi goes to continue her attack on Liz, Liz ducks out of the way, quickly crawling between Roxi's legs! Roxi goes to spin around to chase after Liz, but Liz grabs a hold of her foot, tripping the superhero, whose face winds up bouncing off the second rope and Liz lunges at her, screaming wildly!
Adams: Cat fight!
Misty: More like a five year old attacking. Come on Roxi!
Veronica watches on proudly as Liz starts slamming Roxi's head into the canvas a few times, swinging her head wildly. Liz jumps back to her feet, reaching down and pulling Roxi up to her feet by her hair, before she delivers a nice running bulldog to the former Bombshell Champion. Liz is quick to go for the cover, hooking Roxi's leg as Jacob drops down for the count.
1...2...Roxi gets her shoulder up!
Liz is furious, insisting it was a slow count, but Jacob insists it was a two count.
Misty: Sorry Liz, it's gonna take more than that to beat Roxi. Shows how inexperienced she really is.
Adams: Maybe you should train her...
Misty: HA! I'd rather star in one of Amy Marshall's porn flicks than train Liz Smalls...
Simone: So much for this being a family show...
Liz and Veronica both look outraged, but there is nothing they can do. Veronica urges Liz to finish Roxi off, and Liz gets back to her feed, ready to try just that. She pulls Roxi back to her feet delivering a couple of punches to Roxi's head, but Roxi soon starts to fight back. She blocks a third punch, attempting a punch of her own, but Liz quickly gets both of her hands up to block her face.
Liz: NOOO! NOT MY FACE!
Misty: Somebody remind me again why Liz became a wrestler?
Adams: I believe she calls herself an entertainer that wrestles. It has a nice ring to it...
Misty: Yeah and so does a frying pan over her head...
Roxi ignores Liz's pleading fighting to pull Liz's hands away from her face, but Liz refuses until Roxi has her backed into the corner. Roxi then starts delivering a series of punches and kicks to Liz's midsection, trying to get the Mean Girl to lower her hands, but Liz is hell bent on protecting her face more than anything. Veronica shouts at Jacob to do his job. Roxi, however, eases up on her own accord, instead taking Liz by the arm and attempting to whip her across the ring.
Misty: Come on, Roxi! You got this!
Simone: Not if Liz keeps stalling, she doesn't.
Adams: Don't count Liz out...She's got something up her sleeve, I'm sure.
Misty: Yeah, and it's name is Veronica Taylor.
Liz manages to reverse the Irish Whip but holds on and spins back around, taking Roxi down in a clothesline! Veronica jumps up and down on the outside, cheering for Liz as she jumps back to her feet but quickly delivers an elbow drop. She repeats this process a few times and Veronica cheers louder.
Adams: Ooh...Liz is getting better each day!
Misty: Jason, you and I both know anyone can do an elbow drop. Let's not inflate her ego by applauding a series of elbow drops.
Liz quickly covers Roxi and Jacob drops down for the count.
1...Roxi kicks out and in an amazing show of strength, practically throws Liz off of her. Liz tumbles into Jacob Summers as Roxi uses the ropes to pull herself up, but Liz has other plans. She shoves Roxi against the ropes, using the bottom rope to choke the former bombshell champion as Jacob stands next to them, warning Liz to break the hold!
Misty: Like Liz will listen to that? Oh geez, what is Veronica doing?
Veronica walks around the ring to stand directly in front of Roxi and Liz. She keeps her distance but she laughs and waves at Roxi, mocking her. Jacob begins his mandatory count when Liz doesn't break the chokehold.
1...2...3...4...Liz backs away, hands up in the air at the last second, laughing as Roxi chokes and gasps for air. Liz has Jacob distracted as he warns her not to do that again, giving Veronica the opportunity to slap Roxi hard across the face and the fans boo loudly! When Jacob turns around, Veronica is backing away, insisting she did nothing.
Simone: And there it is folks...
Adams: I think that one might have hurt Veronica's hand.
Misty: Yeah, and that's my cue to pay Ms. Taylor a friendly visit.
Misty slowly makes her way over to Veronica, keeping her distance at first. When Liz goes to pull Roxi away, Roxi somehow manages to pull Liz down and roll her up for the pin, but Veronica is quick thinking and jumps up on to the ring apron, yelling at Jacob Summers, distracting him!
Simone: Oh what is she doing now?!
Adams: Using her gorgeous body to help Liz...
Roxi has Liz rolled up well past the three count, but Veronica is giggling and toying with her hair, very clearly flirting with Jacob Summers, distracting him. He scratches his head but tries to get Veronica to step down. When she goes to reach to pull him in for a kiss, but she is caught off guard as Misty grabs a hold of her foot and pulls it! Veronica trips and crashes down, her head bouncing off the ring apron!
Crowd: POP!
Simone: Nice job, Misty!
Adams: Hey! Whose side are you on?!
Simone: You really have to ask?
Meanwhile Roxi and Liz have both made it back to their feet after Roxi checked to see what was going on. Seeing Misty had a handle on the situation on the outside, she grabbed Liz up by her hair, but Liz quickly started to fight, exchanging a few hard punches. But Roxi fought back and the two are battling back and forth trying to gain control.
Adams: I don't know which to watch more. Liz versus Roxi, or Veronica versus Misty on the outside. This is getting out of control.
Simone: Yeah, and I don't think Jacob can control both situations for much longer.
On the outside, Misty and Veronica are battling back and forth, until Misty takes Veronica by the arm and whips her right into the steel steps! Veronica's back and head bounce off the steal steps, and she immediately crumbles to the floor, seemingly knocked out cold. Misty quickly turns her attention back to the match and just as Liz has Roxi set up and is about to deliver the Basic Breaker, Misty jumps up on to the ring apron, attempting to step through the ropes. Jacob quickly stops her, holding her back from getting involved and Liz is FURIOUS. She releases Roxi, storming over to Jacob and Misty. She pushes Jacob to the side and is about to slap Misty across the face, but the three-time former bombshell champion jumps down with a wicked smile.
Simone: Uh oh...That is exactly what Misty was hoping for! Liz is distracted and Roxi is right behind her!
Adams: Liz, look out!
Simone: Somehow, that won't save her...
The crowd is roaring in approval as Roxi is standing right behind her and when Liz spins back around, Roxi takes a hold of the Coast to Coast Covergirl, taking her down in the Justice Lock!
Simone: Triangle choke! Roxi has the Justice Lock locked in!
Liz fights with everything she's got, but in the end it's not enough. She is forced to tap out as Jacob calls for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman, your winner via submission...ROXI JOHNSON!
Roxi releases the hold and Misty slides in the ring as Roxi's music starts to play and Jacob raises Roxi's hand. Misty takes over, holding Roxi's hand up high with a smile and the crowd cheers and applauds this display of sportsmanship by Misty. Liz gets back to her feet, glaring at Misty.
Simone: What is Liz gonna do? She looks like she wants to kill Misty.
Adams: I think she does. Misty practically just cost her the match.
Simone: Assuming Liz had it won cleanly in the first place.
Liz looks like she is ready to attack Misty, but Misty and Roxi stand side by side, ready to fight if needed. Misty dares Liz to try something, but when Liz catches site of Veronica unsteadily getting back to her feet on the outside, she chooses to check on her Mean Girls sister instead. Misty laughs as she watches Liz help Veronica to the back, but she stares at the two the entire time. Once they are backstage, Roxi nudges Misty, snapping her back to reality and the two share a handshake as the crowd cheers them on once again.
Adams: Well there you have it, people. Jealous Janis' four...Mean Girls zilch.
Simone: Four? How do you get--
Adams: Misty beat Holly earlier in the Drag Contest then the arm wrestling contest...
Simone: Oh...right. Well, needless to say, the Mean Girls are on a bit of a losing streak it seems. Somehow, I don't think Delia is going to be too happy about this...
The backstage setting of the Del Mar Arena in San Diego, California is where we are, more specifically, the managerial office used by the top three head honchos of Sin City Wrestling: Co-Owners "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, and the head of talent relations, their "second in command", one Mister Erik Staggs.
The mood is not an upbeat or cheery one, as is evident by the expressions on the three bosses faces and their body language. They're in a heated discussion when on the opposite side of the office stands none other than the "Mental Rapist" Sean Jackson and Vanessa, and another man, Sean's attorney, Marshall Owens.
Christian runs a hand down along his jaw and he glares daggers at Sean.
Christian: Have you got any idea, any idea at all, at the situation you've put us in? Seriously? A fan. Attacking a fan!
Before Sean has a chance to respond, Marshall chimes in, almost sucking the air right out of Sean's lungs.
Marshall: First off Mr. Underwood, my client was sim...
Jackson: Shut up Marshall, I've got this. I've always got this. First off, I didn't attack any fans. That Justin character spit on me, who does that? Secondly, when I retaliated by putting him...
Marshall goes to stop Sean from saying anything else, but Sean is in no mood.
Jackson: No Marshall, Christian Underwood is going to hear my side.
Marshall can do nothing else but take a breath and step back as Sean continues.
Jackson: Where was I? oh yes, when I let him know that I didn't appreciate him spitting in my face. When I slapped him for blatantly spitting on me, he...HE jumped the guard railing and tried to attack me again. So what in the hell was I supposed to do?
Christian exchanges a glance with Erik and they turn to look at Sean again and Christian shrugs.
Christian: Well for starters, you could try "not" lying to our faces. I mean, seriously! I don't know what the hell is more insulting. Your lying or the credit you're giving our intelligence!
Erik: We've reviewed that footage... repeatedly... Sean. So have our own attorneys. And you know what we didn't see? Him spitting on you in any way, shape or form. What we did see, was him giving you the bird. A pretty common occurrence in the business. Fans shout. They scream and insult, and they flip the bird. It happens.
Christian: And "he" jumped the railing? Funny but it looked to us like you dragged him over the railing and started that attack! You did some serious damage to that guy, Sean! And yes, we know you made references in that little video of yours that you might press charges, but now we have him threatening to do the same! Not against you, but against us!
Christian motions between himself, Mark and Erik.
Christian: Against SCW as a whole!
Christian turns to look at Mark and he holds a hand up and out.
Christian: Were you planning on jumping in here any time soon?
Mark bites his lower lip and slowly shakes his head in the negative.
HS: Nope. Just that I think you and Erik are really jumping the gun here.
Erik: Excuse me?
Erik and Christian share a look, frowning, before Christian nods.
Christian: Oh. Of course. How could we forget. Mister Jackson here is a member of Hot Stuff International so of course you're going to stick up for him, even though we might lose everything as a result.
HS: I'm sure if it were Geno Junior strutting around in his little man thong, you'd be doing the same.
Christian blinks and stares off into space, and Erik leans over and snaps his fingers in Christian's face.
Erik: Oh great. We lost him!
Erik turns to Sean and shakes his head.
Erik: You know what I find to be an incredible coincidence? The fact that you're having some serious problems with Jamie Dean, and that fan that you had your incident with just so happened to be Mister Dean's close friend.
Erik shakes his head, a knowing look on his face.
Erik: Pretty good coincidence, wouldn't you say?
Jackson: Coincidence? Just what exactly are you implying there Mr. Staggs? Oh wait, that's right. Speaking of coincidence, I find it just a tad coincidental that the great Erik Staggs, related to Spike Staggs, who coincidentally married Vixen, is all up in arms waiting to throw serious allegations at me, rather than the true perpetrator of this crap...that Justin dude. Firstly, I didn't even know who that alcoholic pot head was....
By this time, the veins in Sean's neck is poking out. His eyes narrowed.
Jackson: Secondly, he was wearing a Jamie Dean shirt, so naturally I went out there to draw some heat. Thirdly, I don't give a damn what you think you saw or didn't see. That guy spit in my face, so I retaliated. I guess had I been Vixen, we wouldn't even be having this conversation.
Erik: Meaning...?
Jackson: You know exactly what I mean. It doesn't take a Jamie Dean wannabe to see what's going on here Erik. Ever since I've come to Sin City, you've been looking for a chance to get me. I bet the moment it was announced that I got signed here, you started looking for a reason, ANY reason to try and get rid of me. Matter of fact...
Marshall chimes in quickly.
Marshall: Sean, maybe....
Jackson: No Marshall, it's time we get this out in the open. I know for a fact that the great Erik Staggs is doing this because of Spike. I know you remember the match I had with her, I know that after that match was over, and she was laying in a pool of her own blood, that demonic monster came out and licked her in the face...
As Sean speaks, Vanessa manages an evil smile. She remembers that night like it was yesterday.
Jackson: But that wasn't my fault. I didn't ask for the match with Vixen, anymore than I asked to beat her to a bloody pulp. I also didn't ask for that dumb ass Justin to spit in my face. But I can tell you this much Erik, had security been there to do their jobs, none of this would have happened? Right?
For the first time, Sean gives one of his famous *don't give a damn* grins. About as sarcastic as humanly possible.
Erik: Mmmm, not really, no. Because as we already stated, nobody saw the fan spit in your face, and nobody saw him jump the railing. And it's really cute how you try to divert what the issue really is here by this whole conspiracy theory Mister "Mental Rapist".
Christian: What's also amusing is the fact that you're spending so much time on Erik here, and yet I myself think you're full of shit, and I don't have any connection between Vixen and Jamie Dean and yourself.
Christian stands upright from where he had been leaning on the edge of the desk the bosses were confronting him at.
Christian: You should be damn grateful that you have this one in your corner.
He jets a thumb back in Mark's direction as he talks.
Christian: Because the first thing we wanted to do was fire your ass on the spot, and there wouldn't have been a damn thing any court or ambulance chasing lawyer...
Christian smiles at Marshall.
Christian: No offense... nothing they could have done about it when we presented that footage. The next step was to suspend you indefinitely, but of all people, Jamie Dean asked us not to because that would prevent him from getting his hands on you.
HS: Plus, it would be bad for SCW as a whole if we didn't see this thing through to the best of our abilities. Its always a nice thing when we can make a few dollars out of two guys trying to kill each other.
Christian: True, so for now? We're going to have to settle for a fine. One HELL of a fine, by the way. You'll pretty much be footing the bill for Justin's hospital stay and...
Christian holds a hand toward Marshall.
Christian: I'm hoping he has you on a retainer, by the way.
He then turns his attention to Sean.
Christian: I can tell you right now, this thing between you and Jamie is going to end, one way or the other. The three of us discussed things and at Violent Conduct II, you two are going to have yourselves one last confrontation, officially, and then we want it all to be done. Finished. And no excuses from either side because your match is going to be two out of three falls. And next week?
Christian smiles.
Christian: You can thank Mark for this one, although I don't know what got in his head other than mayhem, but you and Dean are going to both be required to be in attendance. Won't say why just yet...
Mark chuckles.
HS: But it's going to be good!
Erik chimes in.
Erik: And like Christian said, this vendetta or whatever else you might call it between you two? It's going to end. One way or the other.
Jackson: So it's like that? The man says he didn't and lo and behold, you guys agree with him. I say he did, and I'm the liar. Funny, I seem to recall an incident just like this happening to a member of congress a few years back, and everyone believed him. Well I tell you what, it sounds like someone wants to make this personal. So personal it is. At Violent Conduct II, I'm going to make sure that it's over between Dean and me...
Sean points specifically at Christian and Erik
Jackson: And his blood will be on YOUR hands.
Sean nods at Hot Stuff Mark Ward.
Jackson: Courtesy of Hot Stuff International and Sean Jackson.
With that, Sean storms out of the office with Marshall and Vanessa in tow.
We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see La Paloma. Her father Pedro is right beside her. Paloma offers a grin to the camera as she looks deep into it and begins to speak.
La Paloma: Well I told everyone this week that win, lose, or draw I would reveal myself for the entire world to see. I am going to be honest two weeks ago I didn't expect to hear my name thrown in the ground like it was from one of the bombshells on the roster, and it didn't come in the form of Natalie McKinley it came in the form of one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions.
Pedro looks into the camera smiling as he begins to speak.
Pedro: And the amount of racism we have heard thrown at us since joining here seems to be a little too much to swallow. Honestly Katherine Kensington me as someone working in your garden? You honestly think money is an issue to me? Obviously you don't know who it is that is wrestling behind the mask, and I won't say anymore because it's not my place to do so. I will let her do the honors.
The masked wrestler smiles as she grabs at her mask and slowly begins to pull it off. She keeps her head lowered for a few minutes before she lifts her head up smirking into the heart of the camera.
Crystal: Well then, hello everyone. A lot of you might not know me, a lot of you may but I am Crystal Hilton. Long time female wrestler. Hollywood hottie, movie star, and everything else you could imagine. I honestly was going to wait for a while before doing this but the words of Amy Marshall from two weeks ago really got to me. She said so much to tarnish my name, and said that basically compared to the Mean Girls that I would be the lesser of two evils. Really is that what everyone thinks of me now? That there is something horribly bad with my presence of being somewhere, and what have you? Well I am here and what I have been saying since day one is nothing but the truth. I am here to make it to the top. I am here to reach the stars and to make sure the spotlight is shining brightly about me. Amy sweetie it feels great to be working in the same place as you, I know you missed me a lot.
Crystal reaches into her boots as she pulls out some roses and throws it in front of the camera.
Crystal: Nothing will stop this rose from blossoming. Perfection never fails, and this rose will never wither away. Lights, Camera, and action. As we say in Hollywood it's showtime. Let the chapter of the Blossoming Rose officially start.
With that Pedro nods his head with a smile as we fade out to elsewhere.
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Ladies and gentleman, this next match is for the SCW Heavyweight Championship!
Crowd: POP!
"Monster" by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Wrath, Rage, appears from behind the curtain with his valet Kittie standing next to him. They stand at the entrance for a few moments before Rage raises his clenched fist above him, eliciting thunderous boos from the crowd.
Justin: Introducing first, the challenger... from Parts Unknown... weighing in at 300 pounds... he's the "Sin of Wrath"...Rage!
Crowd: BOO!
He makes his way to the ring with a dark almost demonic look on his face. Once he gets to the ring, he pulls himself up to the apron, using the second rope, then steps over the top rope to enter the ring. Kittie takes her place on the outside of the ring as Rage looks to the backstage entrance. His music dies down and he waits for the Champion to enter.
Justin: And his opponent...
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 blue wrestling tights with three white stars on each leg and blue boots which have blue kick-pads on the front which have the "Male symbol" on them in white. 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, he taps the face plate of the SCW Heavyweight title belt around his waist two times before making 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: Weighing in at 230 pounds, he is Chicago's own, he is the reigning and defending SCW Heavyweight Champion..."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 unsnapping his title belt and holding it up high for the crowd to see.
Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!
He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, motioning for the microphone.
Drake: Helloooo 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 San Diego, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!
Crowd: SHOWTIME!
Drake holds his left arm up and points out to the crowd. He nods his head as he moves his arm, panning through the crowd. He mouths the words "THANK YOU" to the crowd before handing the microphone to Justin and his shirt to the referee. He tugs on the ropes two times and stares his opponent up and down as he waits for the bell.
Drake backs Rage up into the corner with a series of left and rights. He pushes him upright and then kicks him in the midsection. He goes to whip him into the corner but Rage reverses and pulls Drake in for a big belly-to-belly suplex.
Adams: What a hard slam by the challenger.
As soon as Rage gets up, he lands a hard elbow on his chest. He jumps back up and begins to kick Drake as he rolls toward the rope, trying to get away. Green grabs the bottom rope and Jasmine St. John pushes Rage back. As Drake gets up, Rage charges with a clothesline but Green ducks and sends Rage over the top-rope. He catches himself, gets up on the apron, and as Green turns around he hits him with a guillotine.
Adams: What an athletic move by the big man.
Simone: That's why he's championship material, Jason.
As Green backs up toward the center of the ring, Rage runs in and hits him with a devastating clothesline that sends Drake spinning through the air. He covers up.
Simone: Oh my god that was vicious!
One!
Two!
Adams: Three!
Simone: And a close kick-out by Green. This one almost ended!
Rage picks Green up and lifts him into high vertical suplex and then brings him down hard onto the mat. He bounces off the ropes and drops and elbow. As he gets up he starts to taunt the crowd.
Crowd: BOO!
He picks Drake up and grabs by his arms and throws him over his head with a nasty looking German Suplex and the Heavyweight Champ looks hurt.
Simone: Drake Green has to do something here soon or it could all be over in a hurry.
Rage picks Drake back up and goes to whip him into the ropes but Green reverses. As Rage runs back, Green goes for a clothesline but Rage ducks and runs passed him. As he comes back he hits Green with a destructive big boot and goes for the pin.
One!
Two!
Simone: And another near fall for the big and mean Rage.
Rage gets up and goes to drop a leg on Drake but Green moves out of the way and in hurry bounces himself off of the ropes and dropkicks Rage in the face while he sits up on the mat.
Crowd: POP!
Drake peels Rage up and scoops him into a body slam and then begins to stomp on him as he lies on the mat.
Simone: Green is starting to surge now.
As Rage gets up, Green grabs him by the arm and hits him with a giant hip toss. With Rage laying in the mat, Green runs over to the ropes and jumps up, springboarding himself into a moonsault. As Drake flies through the air, Rage gets up and mid-air, pulls Drake down into a neckbreaker.
Adams: Did you see that!
Simone: What an impressive counter! He's going for the cover!
One!
Two!
Crowd: NO!
Simone: I can't believe he kicked out!
Rage turns to St. John and slaps his hands together three times, showing his frustration. As he argues with St. John, Drake gets up and slowly walks over to the ropes. He holds on to the top rope to catch his breath. Seeing this, Rage launches at him but Green grabs the top-rope and pulls down on it, sending Rage toppling over to the floor at ringside. Green slides underneath the bottom rope and starts to go after Rage as Jasmine starts her count.
One...Two...Three...
Green slams his opponent's head into the steel barricade two times and then hits him with a hard knee in the face.
Crowd: POP!
Referee: Four...Five...Green picks Rage up again and then slams the top of his head down into the concrete floor with a DDT.
Simone: Green is starting to take this match over.
Adams: Rage is just taking a break.
Six...Seven...
Green kicks Rage in the face and then walks back over to the ring. He slides underneath the bottom rope and then rolls right back to ringside, restarting Jasmine's count. He walks back over to Rage and stomps on his chest.
Simone: Green is starting to get very aggressive.
One...Two...
Rage tries to fight back but Drake kicks him in the gut and then hits him with another body slam.
Adams: He just slammed the big man down onto the concrete!
He picks Rage up off of the floor, walks him over to the announcer's table and lays him on top. He starts to repeatedly smash Rage in the face with his fists and blood begins to spew out of the nose of Rage.
Adams: Somebody stop him! He can't do that! This is our table!
Three...Four...
Green turns around and signals to the crowd. He climbs up onto the ring apron. He climbs up on top and then up the turnbuckle.
Simone: Oh my god! He's not gonna...?
Adams: Look out!
Green launches in the air into a somersault toward Rage who is still lying on top of the announcer's table and everyone in the crowd gasps.
CRAAAAAACK BOOM CRASHHHHHH!!!!!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Simone: Drake just hit Rage with a somersault leg drop from twenty feet away! Right off of the turnbuckle and down to ringside. This is insane!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Rage lies down in the rubble that was the announcer's table and Drake is laying just a few feet away from him and they both look like they are in serious pain. Jasmine restarts her count.
One...Two...Three...
Green slowly starts to get up and make his way back to the ring.
Four...Five...Six...
Green, realizing that Rage is still lying on the broken announcer's table, walks back over and drags Rage back over to the ring.
Adams: What is he doing? He had this thing won with a count out victory!
Simone: This could prove to be a huge mistake by Green.
Seven...Eight...
Drake pushes Rage... limp body up onto the apron and then pushes him underneath the bottom rope.
Nine...
Just before the count finishes, Drake slides under the bottom rope himself.
Simone: I still don't understand why he did that. He must want a clean pinfall victory.
Adams: Stupid if you ask me.
Green and Rage slowly get to their feet. Drake throws a hard hay-maker and connects but Rage comes right back with one of his one. This continues for a moment until Green kicks Rage in the stomach. He under hooks his arms and plants Rage with a snap DDT.
Simone: SHOW'S OVER! SHOW'S OVER!
He drops down and goes for the cover.
Adams: This is gonna be it!
One!
Two!
Crowd: Three!
Jasmine holds up two fingers after Rage barely gets his shoulders off of the mat to avoid a three count. Drake can't believe it. He peels Rage up off of the mat and goes to whip him into the corner but Rage reverses him and pulls him in, grabbing him and pulling him up before dropping him on his head with a Tombstone Piledriver. Adams: THE DEATH DROP! We're gonna have a new champion!
He flips Drake over and hooks his leg as Jasmine drops for the count.. One! Simone: He kicked out! Crowd: POP! Rage flies up and turns to Jasmine, freaking out about the count not being sat enough. After a moment of yelling, He turns around to meet Drake jumping up and wrapping his legs around his neck and head with a Flying Triangle Choke. Simone: Rated-R Chokehold! He's got nowhere to go! He's in the center of the ring. Rage tries to move out but he's stuck in the hold as Drake applies more pressure. Adams: I think Rage is gonna tap! As Drake applies more pressure, Rage fights back. He leverages his strength and lifts Drake up high in the air. Adams: Oh no... With Drake still lifted in the air, Rage runs towards the ropes. Green shakes his head back and forth frantically but it doesn't do him any good as the Sin of Wrath dumps him over the top rope. Adams: He just powerbombed the Champion down to ringside! Simone: Drake is hurt! Rage slides down to ringside and lands a boot to the face of Green. He doesn't pay attention as Jasmine urges him to bring it back in the ring. He walks over to wear the time keeper is sitting and forces him out of his chair. He picks up the steel folding chair and walks back over to where Drake is slowly trying to get to his feet. Adams: What's this maniac gonna do now? Simone: He's gonna get himself disqualified. Adams: I think he's snapped. I don't think he cares! Rage moves back over to Drake, still wielding the chair, as Jasmine slips out of the ring and down to ringside. She gets between Rage and Green and warns the challenger not to use the chair. As Rage argues with Jasmine he sees Drake slowly get to his knees. At that moment, something snaps in his brain and he shoves Jasmine into the ring apron and slams the steel chair across the face of the Champion. Jasmine immediately calls for the bell. Simone: Rage just got himself disqualified. Adams: I don't think he even cares! Justin: Your winner by disqualification... Drake Green! Rage continues to swing the chair and connect on the fallen Champion. He hits so hard and in such rapid succession that the chair begins to fall apart and break in to small pieces. Simone: Oh my god, someone has to get out here and stop this. Rage walks over to the steel steps and breaks them apart. He sets the bottom step next to Green and lets out a small chuckle. Adams: This isn't gonna be good. He scoops Drake up, sets him up, and lands a hard Tombstone Piledriver on top of the steel step. Simone: Another DEATH DROP, this time right on the steps. Enough is enough. Security, a few referees, and medical staff run down from backstage and break everything up. They tend to Drake as Rage gets dragged up the ramp by Kittie, both of whom are smiling and laughing. "Monster" by Skillet begins to play as the crowd rains down boos on the now former number one contender. A lone cameraman follows Gabriel Asar backstage at Climax Control. The SCW superstar rubs his hands through his hair, disheveling it, and leans his back against the wall outside Amy Marshall's locker room. His tongue pushes out his inner cheek as he contemplates telling her how he has been feeling. Forcing out a sigh, he kicks himself off the wall and knocks on her door. He glances down at his white t-shirt and jeans and by the time his head lifts, Amy opens the door. Amy: Hi Gabriel.
Two!
DING! DING! DING!
Amy smiles, as she opens the door wider to invite him in, at the same time revealing her wrestling attire: boots, ripped fishnet tights, a short rah-rah skirt, and a Sex Pistols tank top.
Gabriel: Hey you. Just thought I'd stop by to check up on ya.
He enters her locker room and turns to face her.
Gabriel: I just thought I'd come check in on you, see how you were doing.
He scratches his head and chews on the corner of his cheeks, assessing the somewhat confused expressing she's wearing on her face.
Amy: Is everything alright?
Gabriel: I actually came here to tell you something. Take a seat.
Forcing out a cough, he takes her hand and leads her over to the bench next to the lockers and sits down, sliding himself next to her.
Gabriel: What do you think about us?
Amy: Us?
Gabriel: Yeah, like, do you ever think of me when I'm not there, or anything?
Amy: Of course I do. You're one of my best friends.
His eyes search hers as he swallows a dry lump forming in his throat. He's waited a couple of weeks to tell her how he really feels about the two of them.
Gabriel: We've seen a lot of each other lately, and the more I see of you the more you drive me crazy. I mean, you already know how much I like you, it's obvious. The sex with you is amazing but the more I think about you, the less I want you for your body. This might sound a little weird but when I wake up and you're not there, I can still smell your scent on the covers. I can never seem to shake you out of my head.
Amy: I...uh...
Amy frowns and blushes a little, as she looks at the man in front of her and then begins to think about the last couple of weeks, in which they had partied together, slept together, went to japan to cheer her up after the death of Kevin, and more sleeping together. She silently searches her own feelings for the man that's sitting beside her. The last time Amy had someone care about her this much, they came close to getting married, but we all know how that turned out.
And while mourning for someone, whom she hadn't seen for months and had only residual feelings for, she had to move on and it wasn't healthy for her heart or head. Gabriel and her enjoy each other's company, and she toys with the thought of them being together.
Amy: You caught me off guard with this, sorry. I do like you, and I do actually catch myself thinking about you.
Amy giggles, waiting for a response from the now smiling Gabriel.
Gabriel: I love being your friend, I just can't help wanting more. I'm greedy for you. I know we don't look like the Mr and Mrs of America, but I don't care about the stereotypes or what people say, I care about you. When I'm spending time with you, nothing else matters. I forget about Mean Girls, about my matches, and SCW in general. You're all that's on my mind lately.
Amy looks down, her fingers interlocking as she bites her bottom lip. Gabriel lifts her chin with his finger, stroking her lip with his thumb and gazes into her large hazel eyes.
Gabriel: I want you.
He leans inwards, focusing his eyes on her mouth. His lips part and he draws in a sharp breath. Amy smiles and leans in, then gently places her lips on his, taking in his embrace before pushing away.
Amy: I want you too.
Amy places her hand on his face.
Gabriel: So, we're an us?
She nods. They share a smile and he runs his fingertips through her hair before standing to his feet, pulling her up with him and into a hug.
Gabriel: I better let you go prepare for your match tonight. I opened the show, now it's time for you to finish it. Good luck out there.
Amy: Thanks, Gabe.
Amy hugs him and then gives him a kiss on the cheek.
Amy: See you later.
She smiles as he whispers against her ear.
Gabriel: See you later, babe.
He lets go of her and walks toward the locker room door, turning around one last time to look at her. Biting his lip, trying to suppress a broad and goofy grin. He exits the locker room as the cameras head back to the ring.
We find our way backstage to see the Mean Girls collective, Delia, Mercedes Vargas, Liz Smalls, Veronica Taylor, Holly Wood, Angelica, and Tessa Flannigan, who are all standing in a circle inside of their locker room. They are whispering to one another with an occasional giggle escaping the circle. Tessa smirks as Angelica nods her head. Liz grins as she listens intensely to Delia, while the others are strictly focused. Delia's lips move, but we can hardly hear what she has to say. She is startled when a knocking is heard. She rolls her eyes, trying to ignore it as she goes to speak again. Before she can utter a word, there is another knock at the door.
Delia: Ugh! Come IN!!!
Her tone suggests her annoyance, almost as much as her expression when the door opens. In steps Erik Staggs, in a grey suit and a blue dress shirt. He stares at the ladies with a look of disdain, yet he maintains a professional tone.
Erik: Sorry if I am interrupting something here. It looks like a meeting perhaps? I wonder what the topic could be... the latest make up tips? How to lie about underage drinking? Who will hold who's hair while the other vomits up their lunch?
Tessa: It's none of yer business, Staggs.
The other Mean Girls are surprised to hear Tessa speak up with such authority toward a member of management. However, they all nod in agreement as Erik smirks at them. He claps his hands together, rubbing them before speaking up again, a chuckle hidden underneath his words.
Erik: It's none of my business, you say? Well, I kind of think it is, seeing as a little birdie told me that you were planning on crashing the Main Event tonight...
Every single jaw drops at the comment made by Erik, as he smiles in response. He eyes down each of the Mean Girls so that they get the full effect of his arrogant smirk. The fans are heard booing from the arena as Liz steps up closer.
Liz: Ummm, excuse me? Whoever told you that is full of C-R-A-P! Mean Girls do not get involved in other people's matches.
Erik: Right, you only get involved in each other's matches... How could I get THAT one wrong?
Now it is Veronica who steps up closer, placing a hand on Liz's shoulders to let her know that she's got this one. She smiles, but there is obviously a vacancy behind it, void of all sincerity.
Veronica: Listen, Mister... um, Staggs, is it? Yeah, we have far better things to do than worry about some ratchets fighting with our titles. We are going to get them soon enough, so we have no need to get involved.
Erik nods his head, as if to say "Fair enough" before he turns to Delia. The two lock eyes for about 30 long seconds before Erik finally breaks the silence.
Erik: Is this true, Delia? Are my sources wrong? Because I heard that you guys were going to go out there and ruin the match on purpose, and steal the belts. We'd *air quotes* hate to have to fire you like we did with Odette Stevens...
Delia: If you fired us, it would be z'e stupidest s'ing z'at you could do. We bring most of z'e revenue to Sin City Wrestling. But, as Veronica pointed out, we have much better s'ings to do wi's our time z'an to worry about z'ese basic girls...
Erik blinks, obviously not believing her. He gives her a moment to come clean, but she simply places her hand on her hips as she stares at him, waiting for him to speak, or to leave. Erik sighs as he drops the fake friendly attitude.
Erik: Okay. I'm certainly glad to hear that. Because, if any of you so much as walk through those curtains, or lay your hands on any of the competitors for the rest of the night... Delia, Liz, and Veronica will forfeit their title Contenderships.
Liz: WHAT?!
Veronica: No way!
Delia: You can NOT do z'is to us! Z'at is unfair treatment.
Erik: Oh, but it shouldn't matter since you weren't planning on doing it anyway, right? No big deal...
As the Mean Girls start to raise their voices all at once, arguing with Erik, he simply turns toward the door. He places his hand on the knob, turning it before taking his leave. As the door closes, it is met with six simultaneous growls. The door opens once more as Erik pokes his head back inside of the door, staring at them with a serious expression etched upon his face.
Erik: Oh, and, um... sorry bout it...
The comment is met with many cheers from the arena area, while the girls begin screaming in protest once more. We then fade out elsewhere.
The scene begins with Sean Jackson and Marshall Owens walking down the hallway. From the look on their faces, the meeting with the Bosses didn't go exactly as planned. However, Sean Jackson did have an ace up his sleeve. Hot Stuff Mark Ward.
Jackson: Christian and Erik must be out of their minds. There's no way Mark Ward allows one of his own to be suspended or fired. At Violent Conduct II, Jamie Dean comes to an end, just like his buddy Justin did.
Marshall: Sean, you really need to tone down the rhetoric some. Yes, Mark Ward can deflect a lot from Christian and Erik Staggs, but you don't need to be so abrasive. It's going to bite you in the ass one day.
As they continue down the hallway, they bump into Dying Breed members Ivan Darrell and Andrew Garcia, both of which are fellow members of Hot Stuff International with Sean. The duo shakes Sean and Marshall's hands.
Andrew: Hey Sean, we were wondering if you could offer us some advice on how to be more aggressive like you when we cut promos and the sort.
Sean smiles at Andrew and nods. Knowing Andrew like he does, Sean knows that all he needs is a little push in the right direction. Even knows how to use Ivan to make it tie in better.
Jackson: Hell Andrew, that's nothing but a thing my man. Personally, it's pretty much easy because those ham and eggers out there pretty much give you the material. Those pasted face bitches who are about as fake as a three dollar bill are in attendance everywhere. Or, the guy who hides behind a Drake Green sign because he doesn't want the fake bitches to see his twelve pack a day gut. I mean, damn...they basically hand the perfect gift to you the moment they waddle through the door.
Andrew: I see your point. Sometimes it is easier said than done though. Some people, like Ivan here, is more the strong and silent type, whereas I am the more vocal of the duo. We just wanted to get another viewpoint on how we could approach our skills and how to improve, and what better way than talking to a former Heavyweight Champion here in SCW, as well as the NWA while you were there. We want the best helping us, and to us, you are the best in the business.
Ivan nods in agreement as Andrew spoke.
Jackson: Trust me, it's as easy as asking these California deadbeats how to add two plus two. They're so uneducated, they'll spend the next four hours trying to figure out if they have enough fingers and toes to say twenty-two. Believe me, these San Diego burnouts are nothing more than the gift that keeps on giving. Besides, Ivan standing there is a man who could bring you two a ton of heat. Have him grab a steel chair and show these non baseball wannabe fans what a true home run swing looks like. Hell, do what I do. Grab a tube of brilcream, squirt a good bit on it, and give your opponents a different hair color...
Marshall smiles.
Marshall: It's called a brilcream chairshot. Guaranteed to turn anyone's hair red.
Andrew: We will definitely consider doing something like that. Ivan and I do want to make an impact, show that we are a legitimate threat here in SCW and not just a couple of guys who run their mouths. We want to make a lasting impression, not for these scumbag fans in attendance, but for Mark, Christian and for Erik. I know you have your issues with Christian and Erik at the current time, but Ivan and I want to prove that we are hungry, and we are willing to do whatever it takes to grab their attentions and to make them give us what we truly deserve, a shot at the SCW Tag Team Titles, whatever the cost.
Ivan gives a sinister laugh at the thought of using a brilcream covered chair on some of the SCW roster.
Ivan: We are the type that takes no prisoners. We don't care if the people we hurt are on the roster or if they are just friends or family members or managers of those on the roster. We will take what we feel is ours, by any means necessary. There is nothing that nobody, and I mean NOBODY can do to stop us from achieving our goals.
Andrew and Ivan give each other that look like they are itching to hurt somebody. Sean smiles. He likes everything that he's heard. But then, he gets hit with an epiphany. The reason why he just left the bosses office in the first place.
Jackson: Just be careful targeting family and friends. Christian and Erik are having a hissy fit because of what I did to Justin last week. But truth be told, I enjoyed every moment of it. I enjoyed slapping the hell out of him. I enjoyed jerking his little ass over the guard railing, and I really enjoyed hitting the Hook em Horns driver on that little bitch, especially on those steel ring steps. But when I was in their office, I told him that I did it because he spit on me. They were pissed off, even said that Justin didn't really spit on me, but they can't really prove one way or the other...
The smile disappears.
Jackson: But at Violent Conduct, everything I do to Jamie Dean will be on purpose, it will be with demonstrative intent, and it will be done with as much malice and ill will as I can muster. You two want to be the SCW Tag Team Champions? then be the monsters that Mark Ward knows you to be? You want to be SCW Tag Team Champions? then go out there and make your mark as only Hot Stuff International guys can. You want to be SCW Tag Team Champions? then go out there and bust up on those pretenders who don't deserve to be wearing YOUR tag team title belts. And if anyone out there doesn't like it, then they can eat a cream covered chair and end up in the hospital, just like that little bitch Justin did.
Andrew and Ivan smile.
Andrew: Don't worry about our attacking family members there Sean. The people we will attack aren't like Justin. They are allowed access to the backstage area like you and I. Like you and Ivan said, Ivan and I are going to do whatever it takes to get those SCW Tag Team titles from the pathetic team that we have now. Don't get me wrong, Despayre has the experience, and I would be a fool not to respect him as a competitor, even if he is stupid like the dumbasses in the arena tonight. Ivan and I will DOMINATE the tag team division, while you dominate the singles division, and the 3 of us will bring gold home to HSI very soon. I guarantee it.
Ivan cackles at the thought of being a champion in SCW one day. As Andrew speaks of dominating the singles division, his thought process goes to one individual, and one individual only. That being the SCW Heavyweight Champion Drake Green.
Jackson: Oh yes, I can see it now. Sometime in the not so distant future, Drake Green suffering from having skullcrushitis. His hair turning red and blubbering like an idiot. Kind of like what Jamie Dean's going to be doing next week at this time.
Sean begins to imagine that it was Jamie Dean dropped over those steel ring steps and not Justin. It causes him to zone out, a smile forms on his face, getting wider and wider. Andrew and Ivan look nervous with how sinister Sean looks, but that is exactly the look that they were looking for.
Andrew: That is exactly what I am talking about Sean. It is that very reason that we came to seek advice from you, because we know how sinister and vindictive you can be, especially when you don't get your way. We want to harness that aggression within ourselves and use it to our advantage. We are going to do whatever it takes to get that aggression out, even if it means taking out everybody in our path to do so.
Sean is still zoning out, the evil smile draped on his face. This prompts Marshall to snap his fingers in front of Sean's face.
*snap*
*snap*
Marshall: Sean, you in there?
Sean is still zoning.
Marshall: SEAN!!!
That *pardon the pun* snaps Sean out of it. After a split second of embarrassment, Sean rejoins the conversation.
Jackson: Yes, yes exactly. Domination is the key Andrew....
Sean tries to play it off, but just the image of Jamie Dean, his skull split open and blood flowing like water down the river Nile is too much to play off. Next week, he gets his chance.
Jackson: Um, if you gentlemen, will excuse me. I have something to think a...err, to do.
As Sean walks off, going back to the image of Jamie Dean with his skull split open, Marshall Owens shrugs.
Marshall: I've never seen him like that. Never.
Concerned for Sean, Marshall extends his hand to both Andrew and Ivan. After shaking their hands, he immediately takes off in the same direction as his client. The scene then shifts back to the announce table.
Were backstage and we see Scott Oliver along with Jon Dough. There are in front of the NXT locker room. Crowd is heard cheering.
Crowd: NXT! NXT! NXT!
Scott Oliver: Hi I'm here with Jon Dough. Well Jon last week we were in the middle of an interview when all of sudden you just disappeared.
Crowd: Jon's a ninja! Clap, clap, clap clap clap, Jon's a ninja! Clap, clap, clap clap clap, Jon's a ninja! Clap, clap, clap clap clap,
Jon Dough: Yeah sorry about that. When Master Wong needs one of us nothing else really matters.
Scott Oliver: So you were needed by Master Wong, for what may I ask?
Jon Dough: Oh well you can ask, but I can't say sorry.
Crowd: Booooo!
Jon looks at Scott
Jon Dough: Wait are the fans booing me?
Scott Oliver: Well yes I believe they are.
Jon looks at the camera
Jon Dough: Sorry guys there are just something's I can't or am not allowed to talk about.
Crowd: Booooo!
Jon Dough: Oh man, I guess it's true what they say the fans in San Diego have no issue speaking their minds.
Fans cheer giving a cheap pop for hearing their city name. Jon is heard laughing
Scott Oliver: What is so funny Jon?
Jon Dough: Well Scott, Well I been here for a few days now and since I arrived at San Diego I have gone to the San Diego County Fair every day. Let me just say for those who haven't gone or who have and may have missed it. They had this race called Wild West Turkey Stampede.
Crowd cuts Jon off as they start cheering.
Jon Dough: For those that missed it, they put like eight turkeys in an area and then a radio remote controlled trunk out there. In the back of the truck they put Turkey feed. Then someone controls the truck as the turkeys go crazy trying to chase it around for its feed.
Crowd is heard laughing a bit.
Scott Oliver: So you had fun out there.
Jon Dough: Yes we did have fun out there.
Scott Oliver: Jon you said we, I take it you were out there with members of NXT?
Crowd: NXT! NXT! NXT!
Jon Dough: I wish, but no I had to see Master Wong in FoShan, China so I didn't get a chance to fly with the NXT family. But I was not alone at the fair.
Jon looks to his right. Right! The camera man shifts to the right and we see Orchid standing there. Crowd starts to go nuts as they have not seen Orchid in a few months now.
Crowd: Orchid! Orchid! Orchid!
Orchid: Right! Thou I liked the turkey race I can't lie I was a sucker for the Swifty Swine.
Crowd and Jon are heard laughing.
Scott Oliver: Swifty Swine?
Orchid: Yes silly, Swifty Swine. It's a pig race. It's so cute.
Jon Dough: Orchid, tell Scott what the piggy wins.
Orchid: They win OREO COOKIES!!!!
Crowd: Oreo Cookies! clap, clap, clap clap clap.... Oreo Cookies! clap, clap, clap clap clap.... Oreo Cookies! clap, clap, clap clap clap....
Orchid is seen giggling and laughing. Scott turns to Jon Dough
Jon Dough: You know Scott only in San Diego will you hear an Oreo Cookie chant. But that is just one of the reasons I love SCW, you just never know what kind of random exchange you can have with the SCW stars and its fans.
Scott Oliver: Well I' glad you guys had fun. Orchid I must ask since Ninja is leaving in a few weeks to start filming his movie and since I see you here I have to ask, Will you be the one who will take his place will he is gone?
Orchid: I'm not sure what Master Wong is going to do or who he is going to choose. But when we find out so will SCW.
Scott Oliver: So Jon last week I was trying to about how 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?
Smoke appears everywhere, as the smoke clears we see a ninja dressed in red.
Scott Oliver: I guessing this is Song again, what happened to Jon and Orchid?
Song: Jon and Orchid have to report to Master Lily. However if you really want to know what's really going on then check your pocket.
Smoke appears everywhere and when it clears Scott Oliver is seen alone.
Scott Oliver: What did Song mean by that?
Scott then puts his hand in his pocket and feels what appears to be a letter. Scott pulls it from his pocket and in the front it says Master Wong. Scott opens it and reads it out loud.
Scott Oliver: "Hello Scott this is Master Wong, I hear you are seeking some information on Jon Dough, Well if you like we can discuss this further. I can arrange for you to meet me here in FoShan, China. The Dojo will cover all charges. Master Wong."
Simone: Last week we had the men champions go at in a tag team match. Now it's the female's turn.
Adams: This is my favorite Climax Control ever Simone.
Simone: Jason keep your hands above the table.
The cameras pan from Simone and Adams as it lands on Justin Decent standing inside the ring.
Justin Decent: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first at a total combined weight of 248 lbs, they are the current Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Tag Team Champsions Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall.....The Metal and Punk Connection
"Wolves of War" by Burn Halo starts to play and the lights dim down , the titantron shows footage of several mosh pits from both Punk and Metal shows intercut with footage of Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco wrestling before the two women make their way down to ringside, Jessie gets a running start before jumping into the ring and Amy follows her in as the two women wait for their opponents
Simone: Jessie and Amy are looking great here tonight.
Adams: Are you kidding? They are always looking great.
The house lights go down, as a golden and black spotlights go over the crowd. So Beautiful, So Evil begins to play over the loud speaker. The tron comes to life with a bird's eye view of the great Pyramids on the Giza Strip, only to change to what appears to be the interior of a tomb where we see Necra with eyes closed and they open glowing a blue color, as the scene changes to shots from matches, and her title wins.
Justin Decent: and their opponents, first from The Isle of the Gods, Greece, weighing in at 127 lbs. She is the current SCW Roulette Bombshell Champion...please welcome "The Goddess of the Dead" Necra Octavian Kane.
Mist starts to roll from around the stage area, as Necra rises up from underneath with Ex at her side, and Sara following behind. Sara has her head lowered never raising her eyes to the crowd. Necra leads a black panther on a leash in front of her, and the Bombshell Roulette Title on her shoulder, as they head down the ramp way. Necra ignores the fans as they start down the ramp way. They reach the ring, and Necra kisses Ex, and hands the leash to Sara, as she bows. Ex helps her up onto the edge of the ring, and opens the ropes for her. She stands in the middle of the ring, ans she raises her hands, only to bring them down, as golden sparkles fall onto the crowd.
Simone: This should be an interesting match. Necra isn't known to be an easy person to get along with
Adams: Well, I would love to get a lone with her if you know what I mean
Simone: Jason, she is out of your league.
Justin Decent: and her tag team partner, from Ottawa, Canada, weighing in at 128 lbs, she is the SCW Bombshell Champion....Vixen
The throbbing beat of Emphatic's 'Bounce' is heard as Vixen walks out on the ramp, stepping up to the edge of the aisle and stands at attention before raising a hand to wave to the fans who cheer as she salutes and smiles before moving down to the ring. Standing on the apron, she steps on the bottom rope and 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.
Adams: Meow, Vixen is looking stunning.
Simone: Vixen and Necra are going to have to work together.
Referee Drew Patton keeps both teams in their corner as he pats them down. Jessie stays in the ring for her team as Necra elects to start off first.
Simone: Jessie and Necra are going to start this match off.
Ding ding ding
Right as the bell sounds Necra charges at Jessie and knocks her down with a hard clothesline. She continues the attack with clothesline after clothesline. Jessie starts to fight back with rights and lefts. Necra is staggering toward one of the corners as Jessie comes running into the corner and lands a dropkick right into the corner. Necra droops down in the corner as Jessie keeps her upright. Jessie then connects with several backhand chops to the chest of Necra.
Simone: Necra's chest is getting red.
Adams: Jessie is currently on fire.
Necra grabs at her chest as Jessie continues to chop at her chest. Necra grabs Jessie's hand at the 10th chop and spins her into the corner. She starts laying kicks into the sternum of Jessie. Jessie droops down in the corner as Necra throws her hand in the air while moving to the diagonal corner. She sprints out of the corner and connects with a low corner dropkick. The hit causes a whiplash effect as Jessie's neck snaps with the effects. Necra wraps her hair in her hand and drags her out of the corner. She moves toward her corner while tossing Jessie into it.
Adams: Necra sure did turn it around in a hurry.
Simone: Let's see if she and Vixen can work together.
Necra looks at Vixen and slaps her across the chest. The ref considers that to be a tag as Vixen comes into the ring. She and Necra are looking into each other's eyes before she exits the ring. Vixen turns her gaze onto Jessie as she grabs her by the arm and flings her half way across the ring. Jessie pops back up to her feet only to get knocked back down from a dropkick by Vixen.
Simone: Vixen is on fire at the moment.
Adams: Jessie needs to make a tag badly.
Vixen gets back up to her feet as Jessie reaches up to get a tag from Amy. Vixen notices the tag and sprints toward the corner. Amy wastes very little time as she slingshots herself into the ring and knocks down Vixen with a one legged dropkick. She even takes the time to knock Necra down off the ring apron. Amy turns around and connects with a low front dropkick to the side of Vixen's head. Vixen holds her face as Amy rolls her over and gets into a mounted position. Vixen instinctively throws her hands up as Amy begins to throw several rights toward the face and head of Vixen. Vixen manages to roll Amy onto her back and throws her own right and lefts into her head. They continue to roll around the ring as Drew is having trouble pulling these two apart.
Adams: Catfight! Catfight!
Simone: Amy and Vixen are holding nothing back.
Amy finally gets the upper hand as she quickly hops to her feet before landing with a somersault leg drop across Vixen's throat. Necra slides into the ring along to get met with a spinning wheel kick from Amy. Amy shoves Necra out of the ring as Vixen sneaks up behind her and pulls her down with a school girl. Referee Drew slides into the position and pounds the mat for a one count before Amy kicks out with authority. Amy looks at Vixen before connecting with a swift quick to her gut. Vixen keels over as Amy jumps and nails her with a tornado DDT. Vixen bounces a little off the mat after the high impact from the DDT.
Simone: That move could have knocked Vixen out.
Adams: Did you see her bounce off the mat?
Amy rolls over onto her knees and quickly tags in Jessie. Jessie comes back into the ring and drops an elbow across the back of Vixen. Vixen screams out in pain as Jessie drops another elbow across her back. She then shoots the half as Jessie hooks the near leg. Drew slides into position and pounds the mat twice before Vixen rolls her shoulder out. Jessie sits up and shrugs her shoulders. She gets back on the offensive with a quick kick to Vixen's ribs. Vixen quickly grabs at her ribs after that hard shot. Vixen rolls over toward her corner as Necra quickly tags herself in.
Simone: Vixen is hurting after that hard shot to her ribs.
Adams: Maybe I should go give her some mouth to mouth.
Vixen rolls out of the ring as Necra enters the ring like a blaze of fire. She knocks down Jessie with a shoulder block then knocks Amy down with a clothesline. She then bounces off the ropes and connects with a single leg dropkick to both ladies. She lets out a quick scream before tossing Jessie around the ring by her hair. She then tosses Amy with a quick arm drag. Jessie tries to calm the storm but gets met with a spinning backfist. Necra continues her focus on Jessie as she begins kicking her repeatedly in the corner. Necra turns her back on Jessie for a split second as she catches Amy with a yazuka kick which sends her to the mat.
Adams: Necra is doing fairly well.
Simone: The Goddess of the dead just might add two more to her list.
Necra once again turns her focus to Jessie as she gets pulled out of the corner. Necra ducks under her arm while crossing both of Jessie's arms in front of her. Necra jumps off the ground and looks to connect with her signature The Mummification. However while in mid move, Amy springs off the ropes and catches Necra with a tomahawk chop to the top of her head. Necra lets go as Amy and Jessie begins to double team Necra in the corner. Referee Drew is trying to get control of this match right as Necra goes for the ride following a double flapjack. Vixen slides back into the ring but receives another double flapjack for her trouble. Necra slowly gets up to her feet as Amy connects with a double knee facebreaker type move followed by a running somersault neckbreaker. Amy then baseball slides Vixen out of the ring as Jessie moves into the pin.
Adams: HOLY HOBGOBLINS!
Simone: There is no way Necra can kick out now.
Drew slides into the ring and pounds the mat for the three. He signals for the bell as Amy and Jessie begin to celebrate.
Ding ding ding
Justin Decent: Here are your winners....Jessie Salco, Amy Marshall .....The Metal and Punk Connection.
Adams: Jessie just pinned the Bombshell Roulette Champion.
Simone: What a huge victory for the tag champs?
Vixen is seen on the ramp holding her head while nodding her head towards the tag champs. They raise their tag titles in the air.
Simone: Vixen isn't even worried about Necra
Adams: Why should she? Necra is her enemy. Her job is done.
Simone: That's all we've got time for, we'll see you next week!
Thank you to Chris, Mark, Erik, Horace, Sam, Maggie, Trishelle, The Lord MK, Necra, Sean Jackson, Casey, Mercedes, La Paloma, Natalie McKinley, Gabriel Aser, Jenny, Wong. Also thanks to Vixen for the great match banners and to all you guys for working so hard for SCW!