The grand hangar of Scott Air Force Base has been completely changed for this event as the first thing the camera picks up open opening are the rows and rows of seats surrounding the SCW's six-sided ring! Each seat is filled with the brave men and women that call this base 'home' along with their friends and family! Fans aside from the military personnel are also on hand but the prime seats had been reserved for those brave souls that fight for our freedom around the world!
Their cheers are heard echoing throughout the large hangar as hundreds of signs for the favorites and not-so-much favorites are flashed before the cameras:
"I'M A Mean Girl!"
"The Force is With Me -- I Ate Beans!"
"#SCWNeedsJHHIII!"
"Dat Azz S Classy!"
"Make Gabriel stay!"
"Junior For King!"
And many, many more! The cameras continue to scour the entirety of the soldiers and fans as they cheer and clap their hands, rallying the men and women of Sin City Wrestling that have come to entertain them! The camera then switches to a shot of the ring where a young woman in uniform stands in the ring with a microphone, and two soldiers flank her, one on each side and both holding a flag in their hands.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, if you would, I ask you to please rise and welcome Miss Patricia Reed as she sings 'America the Beautiful!'
One by one, everyone in the audience stands as the music begins playing on the sound system and Patricia Reed begins to sing...
Patricia: O beautiful for spacious skies,
O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife,
O Beautiful for patriot dream
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
Whose stern impassion'd stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America! God mend thine ev'ry flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!
Who more than self their country loved,
And mercy more than life!
America! America! May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness,
And ev'ry gain divine!
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America! God shed His grace on thee,
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!
The performance finishes and the audience cheers and applauds as Patricia bows with a smile and steps out as two soldiers hold the ropes open for her and the two men in the ring, pass the flags out to them carefully so they too can make their exit.
Simone: Welcome to the first edition of Climax Control on our US Military Tour! I'm Belinda Simone…
Adams: And I'm still trying to get used to these acoustics inside of this hangar! … Oh, but you can call me Jason Adams, and we've got one helluva show for you tonight!
Simone: You couldn't be more right, Jason! We're live from Scott Air Force Base, just outside of St. Louis, in Belleville, Illinois, and we've got a night full of action, coming off of Violent Conduct II…
Adams: We saw Mean Girls win all four Bombshell Championship belts. We saw Drake Green retain his title against one of the toughest competitors in SCW history, and we saw Bosom Buddies and Equinox defend their titles successfully. But, where one story road ends, another one begins!
Simone: Tonight, we will kick things off with Steve Ramone taking on "Blaque Hart" Bruce Evans!
Adams: Steve is fresh off of the injured list, much like Jon Dough was at Violent Conduct II. We saw how little mercy Evans took on Dough. Will he be just as vicious with Dough's fellow NXT stable mate?
Simone: We'll have to wait and see. I feel like we have this conversation every week… Anyway, next up we will see one of the most anticipated returns in SCW history as The Fallen, Gothika and RAYNIN, taking on Azz n Class, Torielle Jackson and Chanelle Martinez!
Adams: Raynin has had her problems over the last year, and Azz n Class always know how to pull out a surprise. Could we see one of the biggest upsets SCW has ever seen, or will The Fallen come back with a vengeance?
Simone: And of course, SCW is about to drop more Bombshells on you. Three to be exact, as we see Trishelle Jordan taking on Jade Menendez-Arcador and FoShan's own Orchid!
Adams: Christmas has come early as the three gorgeous ladies, all with something to prove, lock it up in front of our very eyes. Oh, I can't wait!
Simone: Moving on, we get to see Horace Jackson taking on former Heavyweight Champion, Gene Banton Junior.
Adams: Will the Soulless One continue his winning streak coming off of defeating Joshua Acquin, or will the former champ prove exactly why he became the champ in the first place?
Simone: A match that could possibly steal the show is next up as Misty seeks to destroy yet another Mean Girl as she takes on one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Veronica Taylor!
Adams: This one has CAAAAATFIIIIIIIIIGGGHHHHT written all over it! I wonder if Jasmine St. John will need help keeping that one in order, as Liz Smalls AND Jessie Salco will be at ringside!
Simone: I think they should have security lining the barriers from the start! But that's not the only Mean Girl in action as Mercedes Vargas gives Necra Octavian Kane a return match from Violent Conduct II.
Adams: Necra wasn't pinned, and she definitely wasn't the weakest link in that match. Naturally she would want a return match, and she gets it. But Mercedes is determined to prove that her win was not a fluke!
Simone: And the Main Event of all Main Events! We get to see Sean Jackson and Dying Breed teaming up to face Drake Green and Boson Buddies!
Adams: This one is the Main Event for a reason. There is history between Sean Jackson and Drake Green, and adding Boson Buddies and Dying Breed to the mix only makes this match that much more interesting. Could we be seeing some possible contenders lined up for the Super Card?
Simone: Time will tell, but one thing is for certain…
Adams: Can ya wrap it up, blabbermouth? The show is about to start!
Simone: But I…
Adams: Shhhhhhhhhhhh!
Upon return from commercial break the viewer finds the ring hastily decorated with a trio of brown leather lounge chairs gathered around a glass top coffee table which is hoisted into place by a black ceramic figure shaped into a tree stump. Three drinks sit atop the polished table top, each of them in a tall, crystal glass set out in front of each chair.
Gene Banton Jr. occupies the first seat where he reclines, casually propping his blue jeans clad right leg atop his left knee. He is flanked by his childhood friends, Billy, a tall, lanky young man roughly Geno's age and his older brother Mike who is a bit shorter and wearing a pair of black, wire – frame glasses. Both young men, like their friend are casually decked out in blue jeans, a tee shirt and sport sneakers. They chat quietly amongst themselves while waiting for the film crew to prepare. Several head set wearing men hustle about the ring turned film set checking and double checking various piece of equipment before settling in behind the camera as the man in charge of the device looks to the Goldenboy and flashes a thumbs up.
Geno: Now, I know what you guys in the audience are thinking, you're all gushy, mushy and feminine over the fact that I am back. You've missed me terribly and rightfully so, a void had filled your lives during my absence, a black hole of sucktitude that permeated every aspect of your plebeian existence, but that's over now. The suck is gone, replaced by the warming glow of greatness.
He pauses with a wry grin as the crowd erupts into a mixture of cheers and jeers.
Geno: You're all welcome. It is indeed your pleasure to have me back but before you get ahead of yourselves and proclaim me as the best thing to ever happen to you let me just tell you all that you're wrong!
Billy: What, how can you even suggest that you're not the best thing that ever happened to them? You're the best thing that ever happened to Mike..,
Mike: … and to Billy.
Geno: No, no, hell no. It's pretty obvious that I am what I say I am and they all know it. What they're wrong about is that they think I'm here to talk about my opponent tonight, Dark Helmet. I'm not interested in anybody else's helmet, dark or otherwise when I could be polishing my own.
Mike: Not good.
Geno: No, I have more important things to discuss with the public at large.., chicks!
Billy: Now we're talking!
Geno: Ya know men all over the world have different tastes in women. Some men like fat chicks with gigantic asses..,
Mike: The post office called, they want their zip code back.
Geno: Or chicks with hair, chicks with ten gallon knockers, or even chicks with sticks! There are guys who prefer nice, sweet demure women while others might go for aggressive, nasty, mean chicks.
Billy: Demure is the way to go, they know not to argue with the man.
Mike: Yeah, and if you go knock back a few cold ones after taking care of business, she doesn't question you. She just bakes you a cake.
Billy: Mean broads don't know what they're missing; the pleasure of serving a man is an honor and a privilege. It's pure bliss.
Geno: That makes me think of that group of broads here in SCW, the Mean Girls.
Mike: Isn't Delia from France?
Billy: What do French female snipers use for camouflage..? Their armpits.
Geno: Why is the US building a fleet of glass bottom boats..? To steer around the French navy.
Mike: How do you introduce yourself in French..? Don't shoot, I give up!
Geno: Really Delia, you should pick a better country. A white flag is not a fashion accessory.
Billy: Yeah, but she has a lot of friends. Liz Smalls, Mercedes Vargas, Holly Weird, and Veronica Taylor all hang out with her which can't be all bad if ya know what I mean.
Mike: Chicks named Holly Wood do it for me, ya know?
Geno: I know, but obviously you don't.
Mike: What do you mean?
Billy: Let's just say that Holly Wood is packin'.
Mike: I don't mind chicks with guns; it helps keep all the weirdos away, right?
Billy leans over to whisper in Gene's ear, shaking his head. His face is a mask of bewilderment.
Billy: He was adopted.
Mike: And you were dropped on your head! What the hell are you guys talking about?
Geno: He's saying that Delia raises her white flag on Holly Wood's pole.
Mike: Wait a minute..,
Billy: He's finally getting it.
Mike: They're lesbians? Alright!
Geno: No, Horses look at her and go ‘Daayuummm'!
Mike: So she's into bestiality too?
Billy shrugs with a healthy chuckle.
Billy: That's one way of looking at it I suppose. She did hook up with Delia.
Geno: Damn it Mike, we're saying that Holly Wood's *beep* is so big it has an elbow.
Mike: Dude, are you serious? How the hell can she do that? I mean, suppose she took an atomic drop? How do you hide something like that any way?
Geno: Very carefully I'd imagine. I honestly have no idea how they do that sort of thing.
Billy: Me either, maybe Penn and Teller could expose their secret?
Mike: I dunno, I just don't see how a dude can get away with pretending to be a chick. The first football game they wanna check out should give them away. Besides, men can't wear heels I think it's a genetic thing and then there's the whole bathroom deal. Suppose she has morning wood? Is she supposed to sit down on the toilet like that, is that even possible? You can't tuck morning wood no matter how you try.
Gene busies himself on his cell phone as Billy and Mike continue the discussion. His thumbs erupt into a blur of activity, deftly darting about the screen. He sneaks a peek at his cohorts and shrugs.
Geno: We can't answer this question ourselves. We need the help of an expert.
Suddenly the phone rings and prompts Gene to impatiently raise the black colored device to his ear. He listens intently for a moment as a voice on the other end speaks. He ends the diatribe of the unheard and unseen caller on the other end, snapping into the speaker..,
Geno: I don't care how busy you are, I am the face, body and soul of this federation and that means you will get your butt out here asap! I need some information from you. Now hurry!
The trio leans forward in their chairs chatting amongst themselves as a light shines upon the ramp entrance leading to the ring. The curtains part revealing the co – owner of the SCW Christian Underwood as he steps through and wastes no time in stepping down the aisle, pausing only to snag a microphone from the announce table before climbing between the ropes.
Christian: Alright Junior, I'm here, but this had better be good.
Geno: Yeah yeah whatever. We have important things to discuss, far weightier than that trivial nonsense you do. We need to know something important.
Christian: What is it?
Geno: You know those dudes than dress up like chicks? How do they tuck their thingy and keep it hidden?
Christian starts to speak but is stopped in his tracks as the question finally seeps in and causes him to stare at the young men with a dumbfounded expression as he mouths the words ‘you're kidding' beneath his breath.
Geno: C'mon Aunt Christian, you're a professional, you know this stuff.
Christian: I uhh.., I.., err.., Damn; I'm not sure what to say. I mean, I don't engage in such activity but I do know plenty that do. I.., I can't believe you're making me do this on television!
Geno: Shut up and tell us or Uncle Pump's gonna hear about how you refused to help me in a moment of need.
Christian: Ok, Ok! Geez, this is just.., wow. Any way, it starts with duct tape and tissue. The guy sits on the toilet and.., well.., shouldn't we be cutting to commercial? It turns out that in the male body there are two ‘sockets' for the umm.., jewels. First he has to press against his abdomen to find them and then pushes each ‘jewel' into the little socket. He then wraps his.., uhhh.., in tissue.., God I hope kids aren't watching this.., and then duct tapes the umm.., scepter back towards his.., caboose. Finally he slides on a tight pair of undies to help keep everything secure and then gets dressed.
Billy: Suppose somebody gives them a wedgie or an atomic drop, what then?
Mike: Dude, it's not like they need ‘em or they wouldn't be trying to hide them.
Geno: How do they walk in heels?
Christian: Practice, lots and lots of practice.
Geno: Wait a minute, I just thought of something.., people like Holly Wood can't go to the right bathroom, or any bathroom for that matter but chicks always have to go in groups, they have that herd mentality. That means she can't go to the bathroom with the rest of the Mean Girls unless..,
Billy: Unless they're all shemales!
Mike: Wow, what an amazing deduction Geno.
Christian upon recognizing the subject quickly puts two and two together and his once bewildered expression suddenly turns to one of surprise. He quickly thrusts his hands outward hoping to interject himself into the conversation. His hands are not spoken to or even noticed by the three amigos that are wrapped up in the talk and pay him no mind forcing the SCW co – owner to speak up.
Christian: Geno listen to me. Don't explore this subject any further please. The Mean Girls are not a group to be taken lightly.
Geno: We're not taking anything lightly this is a serious scientific dilemma that we need to resolve. You've served your purpose, now take off. You know.., it just dawned on me that the Mean Girls do have an advantage, they're their own boyfriends!
Billy: They can get the chick discount at the clubs too.
Mike: The perfect date, they're satisfied no matter what they decide to do.
Geno: They can do themselves whenever they want, no more headaches!
Christian: Geno..,
Geno: Didn't you hear me? I said go do your paper work, we'll take it from here.
Muttering beneath his breath, Christian slides through the ropes and makes his way back up the aisle. He pulls out his cell phone from his hip pocket and dials a number as the conversation in the makeshift lounge between the ropes begins anew.
Billy: Ya know Geno, it makes perfect sense now. They're always together so if there were any real chicks among them Holly Wood couldn't watch a football game without driving them off, and they couldn't go shopping without driving Holly Wood away so the only way they could always be together like that is if they were all dudes in drag!
Mike: Yeah, this way they can all go to the bathroom together, watch football together, practice wearing high heels together, all of that stuff. Geno you're a genius!
Geno: Yeah but about this bathroom thing.., they can't go to the men's room or the ladies' room and there is no whatever the hell you call it room. We need to find out the what where and how about that.
Mike: Newspaper on the floor?
Billy shrugs.
Geno: Sounds reasonable but we should do some research on the…
Without warning the feed cuts to commercial.
Justin: The following match is for one fall... introducing first from Calgary, Alberta Canada weighing in at 235 pounds.... The Blaque Hart.... Bruuuuuceeee Evaaaansss!!!
"Oh Canada" slams over the PA System and out walks Bruce to a chorus of boos. His makes his way to the ring ignoring the Sin City Wrestling fans completely. Once inside the ring the Canadian walks around it, warming up before his big match.
Justin: And his opponent from Queens, New York weighing in at 200 pounds.... The Fearless Daredevil himself.... Steeeeeeveeeee Ramoooneee.
"Dangerous" by Within Temptation and Howard Jones hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out with his wife Charlotte by his side as he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp, once they reach the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes before holding the middle rope down for his wife.Crowd: Let's go Steve!!!!
Both Steve and Bruce are standing in the middle of the six sided ring, glaring into each other's eyes while Jasmine goes over the rules for the fight. Once Jasmine is done she calls for the bell.
Ding, ding, ding.
Bruce is quick on the attack by ducking down stalking Steve back into the corner, but as Bruce goes to for the first hit of the match, the speed of Steve comes into play as he leaps out of harm's way. Bruce quickly turns around and stalks Steve down again, backing him up in the opposite corner, Steve goes to leap out of the way once again but Bruce has it figured out capturing him, nailing him into the corner with a full body slam.
Adams: PANCAKE!!!
Simone: Really?
Bruce is furiously looking to make an impact tonight as he unleashes a fury of left and rights into the face of Steve, causing him to cover up as Bruce jabs away. Bruce snaps Steve's neck back with a violent upper cut and looks to lock him up but Steve manages to sneak out of the corner.
Adams: Want to know what Bruce is thinking right now Belinda?
Simone: Enlighten me Jason.
Adams: That Steve is a slippery little sucker.
Simone: I'm sure.
Steve is able to get out of the way, Bruce turns around and looks to for a spear but Steve is too quick and makes contact with a stunning super kick. The sound of his boot hitting Bruce's face echoes through the arena causing the fans to erupt. Steve pops back up to his feet as Bruce tries to do so as well but Steve locks him in for a headlock. Bruce makes it up to his feet but he is still locked in the hold. Bruce looks for a way out, as he picks up Steve's leg looking for a knee crusher but Steve is able to counter with a bulldog, smashing the Canadian's face onto the hard canvas.
Simone: Speed over power for that one.
Steve leaps up to his feet and sets himself up waiting for Bruce to get back to his. Bruce slowly rises and spins around only to be meat by a powerful clothesline, while Bruce is laid out once more Steven runs towards the ropes and uses them to his advantage as he comes crashing back in with a springboard leg drop. Steve hooks the leg and goes for the pin fall.
1...
2...
NOPE! Bruce quickly gets his right shoulder up of the canvas breaking the pin. Steve fires up and jumps to his feet getting the Sin City Wrestling fans behind him.
Crowd: STEVE, STEVE, STEVE!!!
Adams: It sounds like an episode of Jerry Springer in here!!!
Simone: Some days we need Jerry Springer in here.
Steve doesn't wait for Bruce to get up by himself in fact he goes to help him, by hooking his body up looking for a Suplex, Bruce senses what's about to come his way so he quickly counters with an atomic drop. As Steve is falling down in pain Bruce catches and lifts him with an earth shaking power-bomb.
Adams: Holy Cow!!!
Simone: Steve's spine just folded.
As Steve is down and out Bruce makes the wise call for going for the pin fall.
1...
2...
NO NO NO!!! Steve gets his foot on the bottom rope much to Bruce's dismay. As Bruce tries to throw his weight around with Jasmine, he is giving Steve time to regroup. As Bruce turns around Steve has already popped back up to his feet and he comes crashing in with a firecracker clothesline. Bruce is laid out once more, Steve gets up and rushes the ropes and looks to be hoping for a baseball slide, but Bruce springs to life just in the nick of time and catches Steve's right ankle and locks in the ankle lock.
Adams: I can't keep up.
Simone: I'm not surprised.
Steve is yelling in pain as Bruce wraps his legs around Steve's increasing the discomfort.
Simone: I don't think we have ever seen and ankle lock like this in Sin City Wrestling before.
Bruce is like a dog with a bone, as he tries to rip Steve flesh from his bone, picking his ankle apart. The referee is quick to as Steve if he would like to give up but Steve yells out a big NO! Bruce is screaming at him telling him to tap. Steve sees a light at the end of the tunnel as he starts pulling them across the canvas reaching for the bottom rope.
Adams: The only was Bruce can stop this will be unhooking his legs and losing a great deal of leverage over Steve.
Steve continues towards the ropes and Bruce just holds on for dear life. Steve reaches out and finally wraps his right fingers around the rope, calling for the referee to start the count.
1...
2...
3...
4...
Bruce lets go right at the last second making sure not to get himself disqualified. Steve looks to be in a world of pain as he tries to drag himself up the ropes. Bruce is stalking the veteran, he makes his way closer towards him locking him in for a DDT as Bruce is about to demand for impact, Steve holds onto the ropes for dear life and avoids it. Bruce is now down and Steve is looking to counter. Steve backs up into the corner and watches as Bruce gets back to his feet. Without even a second of doubt Steve comes hobbling in on and looks for the fearless shot super kick but Bruce ducks out of the way and counters with a massive reverse power bomb the Blaque Out. Steve's body compresses the canvas with an almighty crunch while Bruce quickly hooks the leg for the pin.
Adams: Come on Steve, you can do this... kick out... kick out!!!!
Simone: I think he's out cold Jason.
1...
Steve starts to stir but Bruce just applies more pressure.
2...
Steve still tries to wiggle out of the pin fall but Bruce is quick to grab the back of his tights assisting him.
Simone: TIGHTS HE'S GOT THE TIGHTS!!!
Adams: MY EAR, SHE JUST YELLED IN MY EAR!!
But Steve is able to power out, rolling over the fearless one puts Bruce in a pin fall of his own.
1...
2...
3...
Ding, ding, ding.
Justin: Here is your winner.... Steeeeeeeeevvveeeeee Raaaamoooneeee
As Steve gets his hand raised in victory the cameras highlight to those viewing at home how he managed to get the victory, while Bruce slaps the canvas livid by his loss.
v/o:: "Off we go into the wild blue yonder..."
Stepping onto the entrance ramp is none other than Marshall Owens, the attorney for one Sean Jackson. Dressed in his usual suit and tie, he continues with what is now recognized as the Air Force song.
Marshall: "Climbing high, into the sun..."
With his free hand, he holds it flat and does a take off action as if a plane had just taken off. Most don't know what to think, but because it is the Air Force song, he does get cheers of approval from the airmen personnel.
Marshall: "Here they come, zooming to meet our thunder...."
Now everyone is standing, feeling the need to sing along as Marshall continues.
Marshall: "At em boys, Give er the gun...
He motions an atta boy fist thrust from the hip, a devilish smile cemented on his face. As the air force personnel continue singing, they don't notice that Marshall has stopped and is now making his way towards ringside.
Airmen: "Down we dive, spouting our flame from under, Off with one helluva roar!"
As he approaches the steel ring steps, Marshall cuts a quick glance towards Belinda Simone and Jason Adams at the announce table. He then lips "putty in my hands."
Airmen: "We live in fame, or go down in flame. Hey!"
Marshall makes his way up the steps and then through the ring ropes.
Airmen: "Nothing'll stop the U.S. Air Force!!!"
The personnel inside the hanger erupt into cheers, clearly a very loud pop with those who sang it with pride. The flags of the United States of America, the State of Missouri, and Scott Air Force Base all hanging magnificently.
As the cheers continue, Marshall slowly claps his hands, a smug look forming as he somewhat nods in approval.
Marshall: "Impressive, a modern work of art you all are. I bet American Idol will come calling soon enough. But until then, maybe the lot of you shouldn't quite quit your day jobs."
Boos
Simone: Now that wasn't necessary
Adams: I couldn't agree more Belinda.
Marshall then begins to look out beyond the announce table until he finds his intended target, that being Colonel Kyle J. Kremer
Marshall: "Colonel Kremer, so happy to see you in attendance. I hope you enjoyed the rendition of the Air Force song, but now it is time to get down to the brass tacks if you will...
As Marshall speaks, the camera shot focuses on Colonel Kremer who is sitting with his entourage, totally not amused.
Marshall: "Back earlier in the week when Sean Jackson and myself was here, you took it upon yourself to try and embarrass my client with a pushup contest."
The camera shows the Colonel nodding his head up and down.
Marshall: "Knowing that he was in a very expensive suit, and not capable of doing adequate military style pushups. But I do give you credit Colonel, you did swallow a modicum of pride and did take my client to Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri where he could learn how the real military operated."
The camera catches Colonel Kremer saying "keep talking" under his breath.
Marshall: "Matter of fact, if you will indulge me for a moment, I would love to show Sean arriving at Leonard Wood just a few days ago."
The screen comes to life, it is dark and as the shuttle bus arrives in front of a building, the caption reads Ft. Leonard Wood 0500 hours. Once the shuttle comes to a stop, the door slides open and Sean Jackson steps out in black PT shorts and a gray PT shirt with army across the front. He is quickly confronted by Colonel Kremer in his air force PT gear.
Kremer: "You ready Mr. Jackson?"
Jackson: "Ready when you are old man."
The screen stops and then goes dark, where focus goes back on Marshall. Smiling, Marshall continues.
Marshall: "Not only was my client ready, but he proved to everyone that he was the most finely tuned athlete there. Sean outran, out marched, and outshot everyone on Leonard Wood as well. He did so well that the military burned the film, pretty much like the St. Louis Rams will burn the film of their season."
More boos.
Marshall: "Come on now people, don't boo me because I can stand out here and speak the truth. You know that losing was a foregone conclusion, it's what you people know. The Rams, the Cardinals, Scott Air Force Base...."
Simone: "I don't think that it's very smart to run down the military on their own installation. It's going to be a long walk for Marshall and Sean if transportation isn't provided.
Adams: "I wish that Colonel Kremer could put Marshall in his place. To just shut him up once and for all."
Belinda smiles.
Simone: "Maybe he will Jason. Maybe he will.
Marshall: "Drake Green and Bosom Buddies."
Cheers erupt upon the mention of the opponents for Dying Breed and Sean Jackson. That prompts Marshall to key in on that approach.
Marshall: "Wow, major shock there, cheering for the champs. Like that should come as a surprise. But I can understand that you haven't really had a lot to cheer about. Drake Green, coming back from an injury and trying to act like he's all happy about being in the ring with the man who injured him in the first place."
Marshall shrugs.
Marshall: "But you can't come out and openly say that you don't want to face my client, can you Drake? No, no you can't. You can't because of fear for disappointing these so called fans of yours. Come on Drake, the sooner you realize that these people don't care about you, the sooner you can realize that you don't need to be here."
Marshall points to the back, where Sean Jackson is somewhere, lurking.
Marshall: "Drake, Sean Jackson is back there, and he's got his attention on the SCW heavyweight title. But not only that, he's got his mind set on taking you out. You see Drake, and I want to be perfectly clear here..."
Inhale.exhale
Marshall: "YOU are the only one standing in Sean's way of becoming heavyweight champion. YOU are the one standing in Sean's way of finally being number one in this company and frankly, that has to stop. So tonight Drake, just make sure you keep your head on a swivel because if you manage to lose sight of my client for even a split second..."
Marshall smiles.
Marshall: "It will be lights out, game called due to darkness."
With that, Marshall exits the ring and makes his way towards the back.
The camera cuts backstage to where Misty is standing, talking to a member of the production staff. From nowhere, Gabriel appears behind her. The male production member looks up at Gabriel, causing Misty to turn around.
Gabriel: I think he's married.
Misty grinds her teeth as she looks at Gabriel, but Gabriel continues.
Gabriel: It's hot in here.
He unzips his jacket to show a Mercedes Vargas T-shirt underneath his leather jacket. Misty rolls her eyes at him.
Misty: Really?
Gabriel: You should know me by now pasty. I say I'm gonna do something, I do it. You can ask Christian that one. I said on Twitter that I would be wearing it, so I am. Now speaking of Twitter, I recall a little bet we had. Mean Girls clean sweep at Violent Conduct II I think we had a little wager on.
Misty rolls her eyes again and shakes her head.
Misty: I really should have made a different bet, because you and I both know anyone can win a title based on luck. They have to keep their titles past their first defenses for their reigns to mean squat.
Gabriel: And you've always claimed to be so smart...
Misty lets out a sarcastic laugh and she reaches into her pocket. She pulls out the five hundred dollars she owes Gabriel. Just as he is about to take it from her hand, she pulls her hand back and shakes her head.
Misty: Hold it...Not so fast.
Gabriel tilts his head to the side and stares at her.
Gabriel: I don't think so. You're not going back on this. A bet is a bet and you lost.
Misty: Oh, I know, and that's not what I'm doing. I've just got another idea.
Misty reaches into her other pocket, pulling out another five hundred dollars, and she waves it in front of Gabriel.
Misty: Care to make another bet? Double or nothing. I have a very good feeling that Delia's reign won't last very long and I'm confident enough to wager another fuck hundred bucks on that. What do you say, Mister Sin of Greed?
Gabriel rubs his chin, a smile on his face.
Gabriel: Aw, appealing to my greedy side, I like that. You have a deal. Now I don't plan on being here after tonight, but I will come back in say, a month to collect my money that I will win from you. Start saving up, because you'll be paying up soon.
Gabriel nods his head slowly.
Gabriel: This is gonna be a great night. First easy money and now I'm gonna go get my arse fired from this shithole.
Gabriel walks past Misty as the camera cuts elsewhere.
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 he moves through the swarm of fans. 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 before taking the microphone.
Adams: Looks like Roxi has something to say.
Roxi: Hello to all the hard working men and women here at Scott Air Force Base!
Cheap Pop
Roxi: I really, really hope you guys have been enjoying the show, and what's to come, as I can speak for everyone in SCW, that we, certainly enjoy performing in front of all of you!
Another pop
Roxi: And, of course, I speak for everyone when I say, "Thank you" for everything that you, so that the guys and girls here tonight, can do what they do.
Another pop.
Roxi: And from one superhero, to a bunch…. Good work out there!
A pop, and some laughter.
Roxi: But unfortunately, I'm not out just to tell you guys have great you are, I do, actually have something that I need to get off my chest. Something that, may actually shock some people, coming from me.
Roxi pauses, then continues.
Roxi: Now, normally, I'm not one to get all up in arms, or take great offense to things that happened because, quite frankly it's not worth it. I try not to get involved in twitter wars, or big, fancy promos, I like to do my talking in this ring. But, I think now, now is the exception. Now, I have to speak up. At Violent Conduct II, The Mean Girls, a pain in my side, as well as many others, they all had championship matches, and they all won those championship matches. Now, they control all the bombshells championships. And that, while impressive, means they have a monopoly over the division, and that is something I'm just not going to stand for!
A pop as the intensity in Roxi's voice picks up.
Roxi: The Mean Girls have cheated for just about every victory they possibly could to order to get those championship matches. And then, they used those same tactics to win their championships. I felt so helpless, having to watch from the sidelines, unable to at least compete in one of those championship matches. This nonsense have GOT to stop. I wish I could speak for the rest of the bombshells, and tonight, I'm hoping to not only speak for them, but speak to them.
Roxi looks around the auditorium.
Roxi: I know that all of you feel the same way when someone takes a shot at our country! We don't stand around when someone takes something from US. The exact same thing holds true with the SCW Bombshells! The way I see it, the Mean Girls, have stolen from us, so they must pay for that. All of you know full well what I'm talking about It's time to take the fight back to them!
Cheers for this.
Roxi: I stand here, right now, with my own call to action. It does not matter who you are back there in the Bombshell's locker room. I'm calling on you, to take a stand, and take back this division. Take the power away from the Mean Girls! Take pride in the best women's wrestling division in the world! It's time to take the fight to the Mean Girls! No more standing around! But, I'm not going to lead from the rear, I'm going to be right there on the front lines!
More Cheers
Roxi: Now, I know that Misty is currently going to deal with Veronica Taylor tonight, and she's got issues with Delia… But that leaves the rest of you, pretty much free, doesn't it?
Cheers for the anticipation.
Roxi: So, Mercedes, should you retain your championship tonight, you're free, and Liz and Veronica don't really have challengers for the tag team titles, so, I'm not picky. If Vargas retains, I'd be more than happy to face her. If I have to get a partner, I will. But sooner, rather than later, the Mean Girls are going to lose their championships. And I know, I'm not alone in this, because I have not only the Bombshells, the all of you behind me! And I promise, to all of you, and everyone, I won't let you down!
Big cheers as Roxi's music plays again as she hands the microphone back to the time keeper, and exits the ring.
Adams: What a passionate speech by Roxi Johnson.
Simone: She doesn't normally do that, so this has obviously gotten to a point where she had to say something!
Adams: But how will the Bombshell's locker room, and more importantly, the Mean Girls react?
The bell sounds, signifying time for the next match!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: The following Bombshell tag team match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing from Queens, New York, at a total combined weight of 275 pounds, Torielle Jackson And Chanelle Martinez ... AZZ N CLASS!
"Red Lipstick" begins playing as the lights lower on the stage. White lights strobe as Torielle shoves her way through the curtains. She takes a few steps out to the cheering fans, throwing a fist in the air. She looks back to see no one following her so she stomps over to the curtains and shouts pointing. Just then Chanelle Martinez comes out facing backward letting her "Azz" enter first. The cheers get louder as the two argue back and forth. Chanelle puts a hand in Torielle's face much to her displeasure and they walk down to the ring. They crawl onto the apron and look at each other, kissing their cheeks before bending to get in the ring. They pause for a second shaking their moneymakers to the music before getting inside of the ring crossing turnbuckles to blow kisses to the fans.
Adams: These two gals have a never say die attitude!
Simone: A lot of fans compare them to the Surf Boys as far as that goes. They may not have the best record, but they have scored an upset or two and they keep trying.
Adams: Yeah but looky who they're up against!
The lights go out, and a bass line starts to thump over the PA and we hear the opening guitar riffs of Dethklok's 'Black Fire Upon Us. On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues. The strains of the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the three flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen. They strike the same spot with a bright flash and three shadowy figures step out of the brightness.
"Tonight We Ride On Clouds Of Fire
Fly With Us Tonight
The lights start to strobe to the beat of the music and we see the angels of The Fallen standing on stage looking confident. Gothika, Darknyss and Raynin stand on stage and raise their fists in the air looking around confidently before the lights come up completely. They go from one side of the stage to the other, talking junk to the crowd and throwing their fists in the air.
We're Damned By Gods Our DETHS Conspired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul
Fly With Us Tonight"
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Making their return to Sin City Wrestling! Accompanied by Darknyss! At a combined weight of 300 pounds, Raynin and Gothika ... THE FALLEN!
"The Sky
"Fly On Through The Night
"We Gather
Gothika, Raynin and Darknyss come back to the center of the stage and pose once more before they start to walk down the ramp to the ring.
"But Now We Must Fly
"Storm Gathers Strong
Darknyss stops at the center of the ramp as Raynin and Gothika each walk around opposite sides of the ring. Gothika slides under the bottom rope as Darknyss climbs up onto the edge of the apron and steps through the second rope and Raynin climbs the far stairs and grabs the top rope and flips over the rope.
"Dangerous Creatures
Raynin and Gothika each climb a corner throwing their fists in the air and pumping them to the beat of the music as Darknyss stands in the center of the ring, pointing at them and talking junk to the crowd, nodding. Raynin and Gothika jump down and switch corners, trying to hype up the crowd before they jump down and stand beside Darknyss, waiting for the match to begin.
Will Break
Black Fire
Will Wake"
We Built An Alliance
Our Numbers Are Strong"
But We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunatics
They Must Think Of Us"
Beasts In The Night
Tragic In The Sky
Battlefield In Sight"
Cold Blackened Flame
Tell Us Our Future
Stories Of The Slain
Those That Oppose Us
Raped All Their Power
Bartered With Warlocks
Cheated The Demons
For Ancient Spells
The Blackened Fire
Waits To Consume Us"
Adams: Boy will you listen to these fans!? It sounds like they're glad to see the Fallen back in Sin City Wrestling!
Simone: And why shouldn't they be? Former Bombshell Tag Team Champions! Both former Bombshell singles champions! Hell I'M glad to see Raynin and Gothika back!
Raynin steps outside so Gothika starts for the Fallen, and Chanelle is set to begin for Azz N Class and the bell sounds!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
At the sound of the bell, both Gothika and Chanelle come from out of their corners and slowly circle the ring. Just before they can lock up, Gothika delivers a boot to Chanelle's stomach, bending her over, then gives her a hard overhand shot to the kidney area that knocks her down to her hands and knees. Gothika then drops a double axe handle down across Chanelle's back, then grabs two handfuls of her hair and slams her face into the canvas!
Simone: Gothika always was perhaps the rougher of the Fallen members, an amazon in stature and spirit.
Adams: And she's showing Azz N Class right now why she too held the singles gold.
Gothika stands up and stomps down onto Chanelle's back, then drags her up to her feet and head butts her between the eyes. Gothika goes to deliver an Irish whip but Chanelle ducks into it and reverses it, using her legs to trip the taller Gothika into the ropes where her throat catches the middle rope.
Simone: A simple move like that can cause serious whiplash damage to the neck.
Chanelle runs into the ropes and comes off, jumping down onto the middle of Gothika's back. Raynin starts to climb in and Chanelle runs over and dropkicks her, sending the former champion tumbling back out. Chanelle then rushes over and tags Torielle into the match. The two AnC gals grab Gothika in a pair of front facelocks and bring her up and over with a double vertical suplex! Chanelle then races into the ropes where Torielle scoops her up into a wheel barrow and drops her down across Gothika's prone body! Chanelle quickly makes her exit and Torielle covers Gothika!
1.....
2.....
Gothika kicks out!
Adams: I'm thinking some ring rust on the part of the Fallen is showing itself.
Simone: Well they have been away from the ring wars for quite some time!
Torielle grabs hold of Gothika and brings her to her feet and throws a right hand into her head, but Gothika fights off the effects and throws her own shot.
Simone: If anyone can trade blows with Gothika, it's going to be Torielle.
Adams: Yeah we have two big girls in the ring right now.
Torielle and Gothika are trading wild shots to each others' heads and bodies when Torielle ducks a wild swing by Gothika and rolls her up into a cradle!
1.....
Torielle goes for an Irish whip but Gothika reverses it and as Torielle hits the ropes, Raynin reaches in and grabs a handful of her hair, throwing her to the mat!
2.....
Gothika kicks out!
Adams: well to be fair, Azz N Class started it with the double team tactics,.
Gothika grabs her and drags her to the corner where she tags in Raynin. Gothika scoops Torielle up and body slams her hard into the mat as Raynin comes off the top rope with a swan dive, body splashing their opponent and she covers her as Gothika exits the ring.
1.....
Adams: Azz N Class don't want to risk anything. they're pulling out all stops to try and win.
Simone: Then they'd best not be surprised when the Fallen do the same.
Raynin grabs Torielle in a front facelock, and Ms. Jackson tries to fight free with two fists to the bread basket, but Raynin counters with a corkscrew twist, driving her opponent heavily into the canvas!
Adams: Oh hoooo! What a nasty move!
Raynin covers Torielle again, hooking the leg.
1.....
Drew stands up and reprimands Chanelle, but Raynin does it for him by clotheslining Ms. Martinez down and Chanelle rolls out of the ring. Raynin grabs Torielle into a double underhook position and suplexes her over ... then pulls her right back up and does it a second time, and then a third!
2.....
Again Chanelle hurries in to break it up!
Simone: Trifecta!
Adams: Oh god! It's not contagious is it!?
Raynin with the cover!
1.....
Raynin drives Jackson's head into her own corner and tags Gothika back in. Raynin holds her as Gothika brings a knee up into her midsection, then drops her with an axe handle to the back. Raynin steps out as the amazonian Gothika picks Torielle up into a Human Torture Rack and swings her off face-first to the mat! Gothika covers her!
1.....
2.....
Torielle gets her shoulder up.
2.....
Chanelle grabs Gothika by the foot and drags her off of her tag team partner!
Simone: Again with the save by Azz N Class!
Gothika shouts at Drew who reprimands Chanelle while in her corner. Gothika drags Torielle up and goes for a short-arm clothesline but Jackson ducks under the move and brings Gothika down with a swinging neck breaker! The crowd is on its feet, cheering!
Adams: Now's Torielle's chance!
Gothika is holding the back of her head, clearly in pain, as Torielle crawls towards her corner where Chanelle excitedly reaches out for the tag! Gothika grabs Torielle by the foot but Jackson boots her away and jumps, getting the tag! The crowd cheers as Chanelle jumps in and ducks a clothesline and dropkicks Gothika down! Without waiting, Chanelle runs over to the Fallen's corner and dropkicks Raynin to the floor! Chanelle climbs to the middle turnbuckle in the corner and as Gothika gets to her feet and turns around, Chanelle leaps for a flying bodypress, dropping her to the mat in an immediate cover!
1.....
2.....
Kick out!
Simone: So close from seeing perhaps the biggest upset in SCW history!
Chanelle grabs her in a side headlock and runs up the ropes, using them as a springboard for a bulldog, planting Gothika face first into the canvas! Chanelle with another cover!
1.....
2.....
Now Raynin with the save!
Adams: Only fair given how many times Chanelle saved Torielle!
Torielle starts to come in but this distracts the official who goes blocks her and ushers her back to her corner! Chanelle grabs Gothika in a headlock and goes for a second springboard bulldog but Raynin catches her foot and Gothika drives her down with a high-angle suplex!
Simone: And that's where the experience factor comes into play!
Gothika tags Raynin and then holds down Chanelle as Raynin climbs to the top, then she leaps off and lands with a double foot stomp into Martinez's belly -- Simply Breathtaking!
Simone: Jesus!
Adams: Oh he doesn't get credit for that move! I don't care if it is Sunday!
Gothika runs over and knocks Torielle to the ground as Raynin straddles Chanelle's body in a cover!
1.....
2.....
3!
Simone: And the Fallen's return is a successful one!
Darknyss climbs into the ring and raises the arms of her team as Chanelle rolls from the ring where her partner assists her.
Justin: Here are your winners, Gothika and Raynin -- THE FALLEN!
The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "Mz Hyde" by Halestorm begins to play over the sound system. Several seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain to a round of cheering from the crowd.
Simone: Well this is odd...I wasn't aware Misty would be out here before her match. I wonder what this is about.
Adams: She's Misty. She doesn't need a reason to come out to the ring!
Misty looks from one side of the ramp to the other, smiling at the fans as they roar with approval, and she slowly starts making her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. Once she gets to the ring, she slides in under the bottom rope where she heads over to one of the corner turnbuckles, hopping up to the top rope pointing around the crowd with a proud smile. She stands there for several moments before she jumps back down where a microphone is handed to her. Her music dies down and she looks around the crowd full of the military men and women of the Scott Air Force base and their families, and the look on her face turns serious.
Misty: I know I'm not scheduled to be out here until my match in a little while, but I had to come out here in front of all you people to get something off my chest. I have some things I need to say, and I'm sure a lot of you won't like it.
The men and women in the crowd then begin quietly murmuring to themselves, wondering what it could be.
Simone: I'm not sure I like where this is going, Jason.
Adams: Shhhh...let the woman speak!
Misty looks around the crowd, carefully thinking her words over in her mind.
Misty: It's been two months since I've officially been back here in SCW, and I think it's pretty obvious that it's been a chaotic few months. This war with the Mean Girls...with Delia...is going to certain lengths I really wasn't expecting it to go, and to be honest, I'm a little nervous on just how much farther it's going to go. I mean, before I even made the decision to come back I was arrested for going after Delia and the rest of the Mean Girls in that nightclub.
The crowd cheers for Misty, even though she just admitted to breaking the law and nearly being locked away for quite some time. She shakes her head in shame and continues her speech.
Misty: Don't get me wrong here, I'm not proud of the way I acted that night. I wasn't happy with the mental state I was in then, but I promise you, things are getting better. This year as a whole has been a bit of a struggle for me, but that's not why I'm out here to address every one of you. But it has everything to do with the future of this war between myself and the Mean Girls after tonight.
Simone: I have a very bad feeling about this.
Misty lowers the microphone for a moment and frowns. She takes in a deep breath as the military men and women applaud her, encouraging her to go on.
Misty: This is all getting so...exhausting. I mean, it's a constant, never-ending battle of words between me and every single one of the Mean Girls. It's a battle that I fear I'm losing. How can I win a war like this when the Mean Girls keep destroying me with every word they say against me? What's the point?
Adams: Is...is she...giving up?!
Simone: I hate to say it, but it certainly appears so, Jason. I can't believe this.
The crowd suddenly boos, getting the gist of where Misty is heading with this speech. She looks around them with an apologetic look on her face.
Misty: Please, people...Please, just listen to me. We have to face facts, here. We have to look at recent events. How can I deny the absolute dominance the Mean Girls have displayed lately, when I've done next to nothing? How can I deny that everything they've said about me is true? How can I go into this match against Veronica tonight with a false sense of confidence, when we all know...she's better than me.
Simone: WHAT?!?!
The crowd goes suddenly drowns out Misty with loud booing. Misty shakes her head, and signals for them to quiet down.
Misty: Before...before I say anything else, I really think I need to speak to the Mean Girls face to face here. I think I need to do this in person and give them the satisfaction they rightly deserve, because I think after tonight, it's clear where I will stand in this war against them. So...right now...I am personally inviting every one of the Mean Girls to join me inside the ring so I can address them face to face.
Misty focuses towards the backstage entrance as she invites the Mean Girls out to ringside.
Simone: Has Misty lost her mind? This is suicide!
Misty: Come on ladies. I promise you I have to best of intentions right now.
Misty lowers the mic, waiting for the Mean Girls. The crowd gives a mixed reaction and just as Misty raises the microphone to speak again, "Amazing" by Hi Fashion starts to play on the sound system and Misty takes a step back, nodding. The crowd roars with booing, as they wait for the Mean Girls to appear.
Adams: Here we go! I think the Mean Girls are going to...what the bloody hell is this?!?!
Simone: I...I don't believe what we're seeing!
The crowd's booing suddenly turns to hysterical laughter, and Misty even cracks a smile in the ring, but she's applauding, as stepping out from behind the curtain are...Midget Mean Girls! Mini versions of Delia, Liz, Veronica, Mercedes, Angelica, Tessa and yes, even Holly, are standing at the top of the entranceway, snarling as they look at Misty. They roll their eyes as they begin making their way to the ring, exaggerating every step of the way, flipping their hair and throwing disgusted looks at the fans in the crowd. Misty tries her best to hide her amusement, but she plays along as best as she can, clearly enjoying every second of this.
Simone: This...this is amazing, Jason! I've never been so entertained in my life!
Adams: I have to say, those little Mean Girls are brilliant! They look pretty damn good, too!
Simone: For once I am not going to argue with you…
Each one of the "Mean Girls" walks up the steel steps and into the ring, with Misty putting a foot on the bottom rope and lifting up the second rope, assisting them. Once every one of them is in the ring, they form a circle around Misty, all with defensive looks on their faces. Misty turns around, looking each one of them over with a hint of a smile on her face, but it fades quickly as she brings the microphone back up to her lips to speak.
Misty: Th-thank you, ladies and lady wanna-be…
She points to the Mini Holly Wood and the crowd laughs. The tiny Mean Girls are hardly impressed, rolling their eyes at Misty.
Misty: ...for joining me out here tonight. I know it's hard for you all to be in the same ring as me because I'm not as amazing as all of you and someone as...basic..as me, doesn't deserve to be in the same ring, let alone on the same planet as all of you.
Misty's voice is now oozing with sarcasm as she now mocks the Mean Girls. The little Mean Girls roll their eyes again, nodding in agreement. Misty tries so hard to keep a straight face and keep up the act, but she can't any longer as she bursts out in laughter. The little Mean Girls fold their arms and glare at her, disgusted.
Misty: I'm...I'm sorry. I just...can't. On what planet would I ever agree that the Mean Girls are better than me? How is...this...better than me?!
The little Mean Girls begin shouting and screaming at Misty, with little Veronica taking a step forward. Misty looks down at her, still smiling, and shakes her head.
Adams: I don't know where Misty found these girl, but they sure are playing the part perfectly!
Simone: I think that is the point, Jason. This is sure to piss off the Mean Girls.
Misty: Oh, look at Veronica here being all brave! Trying to take me out before our big match tonight, Ronnie? Go ahead, come at me. I'll let you have one good shot…
Little Delia shouts at Veronica to go after her and Veronica obeys her orders. She spins around and swings at Misty, punching her in the stomach. Misty looks around, clearly not phased by the hit and she laughs, as does the crowd.
Misty: Is that it? Is that the best you got, Ronnie?
Little Veronica swings again, only this time, Misty puts a hand on her forehead and holds her back! Little Veronica swings wildly and furiously, but Misty continues to hold her at bay, with an amused smile on her face. The crowd is going wild, laughing and cheering.
Simone: *laughing* I'm...sorry. This is just...too much!
Adams: The guy in the front row is lucky he has some popcorn right now! I wish I had popcorn!
As little Veronica continues to swing wildly, but never once hitting Misty, the rest of the Little Mean Girls grow visibly annoyed. Little Delia shoves little Veronica aside and begins delivering punch after to punch to Misty, but Misty is not phased by it...until ALL of the Little Mean Girls lunge at her, tackling Misty to the ground. Misty plays along with the "ambush", shielding her face as the Little Mean Girls attack her. The attack doesn't last long, however, as with one furious shove, Misty sends all the Little Mean Girls flying off of her and spread around the ring.
Simone: Oh my…
Adams: If only it were that easy for Misty really..
Misty gets back to her feet and brushes herself off, still managing to keep an amused smile on her face. She looks around at the mess of Little Mean Girls and picks up the microphone she had dropped. She turns to the backstage entrance and speaks directly to every one of the real Mean Girls now.
Misty: I'm sorry, ladies, but this war is far from over. Not a single one of you will EVER be better than me. And Delia, whether you like it or not, you won't be holding that title for very long. It doesn't matter what you or any of that pack of clones you have following you says...I'm not giving up and I'm NOT quitting!
Before Misty leaves the ring, she looks at the mess of Little Mean Girls one last time. She smiles and shakes her head, before saying one last thing.
Misty: Oh...and someone let Mark know I found his midget ring girls for him. Though he may want to give them a make-over before giving them the job...and fire the little drag queen.
Misty then tosses the microphone down and exits the ring. As she makes her way backstage, she high fives and shakes hands with some of the military men and women in the audience and they cheer her on.
Simone: Well there you have it folks. The war rages on, and somehow, I don't think the Mean Girls will find what Misty just did very amusing.
Adams: Midget ring girls for the win!
The lights go black, completely black in the stadium ready for this big match up. The fans as quite as they hear the air move around them and people with their nosebleeds. The lighting begins to change as the song begins to play showing a video as lights begin to change to blue lighting as the song begins to come over the PA System where also Equinox's laugh can be heard loudly.
Fog begins to appear as a man slowly emerges shrouded by a black and white umbrella twirling about, as he twirls it away from his body and onto his left shoulder revealing his new black slacks and shirt to go with a silver tie and his signature black coat and a mask upon his face where several dreadlocks are formed. The fans cheering as the ring announcer announces this unknown figure.
Justin: From St. Louis, Missouri… he is the reining SCW Roulette Champion….the Enigmatic….EQUINOOOOOOOOX!!!!
Adams: Equinox is on his way to the ring to speak to his home town crowd here in St. Louis and they are on their feet for him.
Simone: They certainly are, Jason. Equinox has been on an impressive run lately and he is well on his way to becoming the longest reigning Roulette Champion here in SCW.
Adams: I couldn't agree more, Belinda. I don't think there's anyone who- …What the hell? That guy just jumped the barricade!
As Equinox makes his way to the ring, pandering to his hometown crowd, a well dressed man jumps the barricade and attacks him from behind with a forearm to the back of his head.
Simone: It's Jimmy Ringo! What the hell is he doing here?!
The returning Jimmy Ringo slams Equinox down to the concrete floor. He follows it up with a kick to his face and then drags the fallen hero over toward the ring.
Adams: This isn't right!
Ringo lays Equniox on top of the steel steps and then unloads a barrage of kicks and stomps on to Equinox who writhes in pain.
Crowd: BOO!
Ringo, with a blank expression, pulls a steel chair out from underneath the apron. He towers over Equinox who is still laying on the steps and raises the chair high above his head.
Adams: Don't do it!
SMACK!
Ringo slams the chair across the back of Equinox's head.
Crowd: BOO!
He lets out a faint smile before shoving the limp Equinox off of the steel steps with his foot. He drops the chair and then steps up into the ring, calling for a microphone..
Ringo: My name is James Nathaniel Ringo and I am better than you!
Crowd: BOO!
Ringo: For months I have watched this pathetic promotion limp by without a true star like Real Money James Ringo!
Simone: I'm pretty sure he's a bit delusional.
Ringo: I have watched poor excuses for Champions like that piece of St. Louis trash Equinox parade around like they matter…like they're important. Today marks a new day…I have returned…and I am not alone.
drops the mic and then holds his left hand high in the air, balled like a fist, as the Missouri crowd boos him. He arrogantly flashes a smile before stepping out of the ring and hopping down to ringside. He hops over the barricade and vanishes into the crowd just as SCW security comes running down to ringside.
Simone: I don't know what that was all about, Jason, but last time I checked Jimmy Ringo was not an active member of the SCW roster. And what did he mean by ‘he's not alone'?
Adams: Something tells me we're gonna find out soon enough, Belinda.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Bombshell Triple Threat is scheduled one fall to a finish! Introducing first...!
The sounds of Cheryl Cole's "Sexy Den A Mutha" has made its presence felt over the public announce system. The Buxom beauty has made her way from behind the curtain, She places her hands on her hips as she nods her head in approval to the fans that are cheering for her, Trishelle begins her walk down the ramp.
Justin: from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 120 pounds ... TRISHELLE JORDAN!
At the sound of her name Trishelle throws her hand in the air and shows her teach in a very confident smile, she puts her arms back down to her hips as she does the smile on her face. Trishelle continues to walk down the ramp.
Trishelle continues her walk down the ramp as she does the fans continue to praise her with their cheers , as "Sexy Den A Mutha" continues to play, she finally makes her way down to ringside. She walks about half way to the ring before making a cut towards the stairs, Trishelle walks over to the stairs and drops her hands from her hips, as she makes her way up the ring stairs, getting to the third she puts her hands on the turnbuckle post as she makes her way up to the ring apron. At the ring apron Trishelle places her left hand on the top rope, she walks towards the center of the apron as she does she removes her hand and enters the ring under the middle rope as she does. She walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the second rung of the turnbuckle, she throws her hands into the air with confidence she nods her head as the fans continue to cheer she jumps down when the sounds of "Sexy Den A Mutha" fades out.
Justin: Accompanied by Song! From FoShan, China, weighing 115 pounds ... ORCHID!
Starts to play we see Song and Orchid walking down the ramp. They get half way down and pause. They both bow and then proceed to walk to ringside. They both jump get land on the apron. they both put there hands on the ropes and flip over to get inside the ring. The fans cheer and we see song and Orchid bowing to the fans.
Justin: And from Daytona Beach, Florida, weighing 128 pounds ... JADE MANENDEZ-ARCADOR!
Revolution by Judas Priest hits over the PA as strobe lighting flickers all around the arena, as Jade appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings and soaks in the boos of the crowd.
Jade smiles before heading down the ramp, ignoring the fans jeers and boos along the way before running and sliding into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckle and kisses her tattoo on wrist before raising the very same arm.
Jade then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits in the center of the ring for the start of the match.
Drew calls for the bell!
Ding, ding, ding.
Adams: Bombshells Belinda, Bombshells!!!
Simone: I can see that Jason.
It doesn't take long for this one to get underway as Jade is quick to kick Trishelle in the back of the knee taking her down before charging towards Orchid taking the ninja bombshell down with a massive swinging neck-breaker. Jade turns her attention back to Trishelle who is back up and recovered from the cheap shot. Trishelle flies in with a massive clothesline, flooring Jade. Orchid is back on the scene now as she springs in with a beautiful springboard hurricanrana to Trishelle.
Crowd: Let's go Trishelle!!! Let's go Orchid!!! Let's go Jade!
As the three bombshells are down the fans try and bring them back to life.
Adams: Well that was an explosive start Belinda.
Simone: I'll say.
Orchid is first to her feet and she comes crashing in with a standing moon-sault over Jade's body. Orchid hooks the leg looking for the win.
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NO! Trishelle breaks up with pin fall with a sliding elbow drop straight into the spine of Orchid. Trishelle makes it back up to her feet, this time she drags Orchid up with her, only to flatten her back down to the canvas with an DDT. As Orchid is laid out Jade grabs a handful of Trishelle's hair and drags her across the ring sending her to the outside with a massive whip.
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Simone: Bombshells are flying everywhere.
Adams: It's like a dream I once had!
Trishelle was able to land on the ring apron, but Jade doesn't know this as she had already turned her back to focus on Orchid. Jade started to unleash a fury of left and right kicks to the fallen ninja. As Orchid is trying to cover up, Trishelle comes back into the fight with a flying clothesline. Jade falls to the canvas and this time Trishelle goes for the cover.
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NO! Orchid comes in and breaks up the pinfall by pulling Trishelle off of Jade.
2...
Adams: Poor Drew, he doesn't know where to look.
Simone: That's the spirit about triple threat matches, they're any bodies' game.
Orchid makes quick work of Trishelle tossing her to the outside of the ring, this time Trishelle lands with a thud on the outside.
Adams: That girl just can't catch a break.
Simone: Orchid just did the smartest thing by eliminating one of her opponents.
Adams: I'm going to see if Trishelle needs CPR!
An image of Belinda pulling Jason back by the collar of his shirt is shown.
Adams: Or not.
Back in the ring, Orchid is waiting for Jade to get back to her feet, as Jade does so she is knocked back down to the canvas with a sickening ninja kick to the side of the head. Orchid doesn't go for the pin in fact she rolls Jade up with an octopus stretch. Jade can be heard screaming in pain, while Trishelle starts to stir on the outside of the ring. Jade is still screaming in pain while Orchid increases the pressure. Jade tries to make her way across the canvas but Orchid is too strong.
Adams: So strong for such a small woman.
Simone: What are you implying about short women?
Adams: Ahh, that their fun size?
Simone: I'm sorry what?
Adams: Ugh nothing, nothing at all!
Jade looks as she is about to tap and Trishelle who is back on her feet on the outside can sense this. Leaping up to the ring apron Trishelle climbs the ropes and uses them to sail back into the ring with a massive elbow drop. The drop dead gorgeous bombshell lands on both of her competition, forcing Orchid to break the hold.
Adams: Flying Jordan!!
All three bombshells are laid out from that attack, which leads the referee to start the long ten count.
1...
Trishelle starts to stir.
5...
Jade is trying to pull herself up via the ropes.
8...
Trishelle is able to get to her feet and she comes crashing in for destruction. Running towards Jade she takes her down with a running knee to the face. Jade is sent to the outside of the ring this time. Trishelle turns around and rushes like a bull at a gate towards Orchid, Orchid is halfway back to her feet but that doesn't stop Trishelle who just connects with a swinging neck breaker. Both Bombshells fall the canvas, Trishelle is able to drape her arm across Orchid body.
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3...
4...
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7...
Adams: Trishelle has this.
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NO! Jade was able to spring back to life and break the pinfall by putting Orchid's foot on the bottom rope.
2...
Simone: So many 2 counts here tonight.
Adams: I'm starting to get sea sick.
Trishelle looks up and see what Jade has done springing up to her feet she beckons Jade to get back into the ring. Jade wastes very little time in responding as she slides back into the ring under the bottom rope. Launching to her feet like a rocket Jade hurls herself at Trishelle and shoves her across the ring, Trishelle stumbles backwards and uses the ropes as a springboard as she comes flying back towards Jade. Jade senses that she is going for a clothesline and she ducks it. Trishelle rebounds on the opposite ropes, Orchid is up on all fours trying to trip Trishelle over but Trishelle uses her as a step as she jumps up and takes Jade down with a spiral hurricanrana. As Trishelle jumps up to her feet she is caught by Orchid is nails her firm foot into her spine. Trishelle doubles over in pain and Orchid comes hailing in with a split legged scissors kick.
Adams: These girls just won't give up.
Simone: They probably know that Erik, Mark and Christian are watching this one very closely look at potential challengers for the Mean Girls.
Orchid is straight on the attack rolling Trishelle over and locks in a Boston crab submission. Jade starts to stir at the sound of Trishelle screaming. The referee asks her if she would like to submit but Trishelle just says no before covering her face with her hands trying to hide her pain. Jade sneaks up to her feet and stalks Orchid who isn't looking and without warning Jade collides in with a thrust kick. Orchid drops to the canvas but is quickly removed by a vicious Jade who tosses her to the outside.
Simone: Orchid looks like she is out cold.
Adams: I swear I heard her spine crack!
Jade starts to circle Trishelle waiting for her to make her move, as Trishelle starts to stir Jade sets her up and nails her with Jade's Evolution. Jade is immediately on her feet, screaming out at the fans and points towards the back, shouting about the Mean Girls!
Simone: Forget the Mean Girls! Your opponent is down!
Adams: Pin her! Pin her!
Jade climbs up on the turnbuckle momentarily and holds her arms out, shouting for Mercedes and Delia, taunting them in an arrogant manner before she hops back down. Jade turns around -- and Orchid, back inside of the ring, lays her out with a roundhouse kick that sends her through the ropes and to the floor! She then grabs Trishelle and nails the Orchid Drop! Orchid with the cover!
1.....
The bell rings and the fans cheer as orchid rolls outside where she joins Song in an embrace as a fuming Jade climbs back inside of the ring, arguing with Drew!
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3!
Simone: I don't see why she's blaming Drew! That one was all on her!
Adams: Jade's anger with the Mean Girls cost her!
Song and orchid bow respectively toward Jade in the ring, and the fans, before they take their leave and head back up the aisle.
In a makeshift backstage area of the Scott Air Force Base hangar, the much hated husband/wife duo of Gabriel and Odette Stevens are seen cuddling up next to one another, whispering to each other and snickering. The sight of the two on the SCW-Tron is greeted by boos from the fans but those boos quickly turn to cheers when Gabriel's 'little brother' and one-half of the Tag Team Champions, Despayre, bounds into the scene.
Gabriel: Despy! What are you up to?
Despayre just smiles impishly and shakes his head as if to say 'nothing'.
Gabriel: Well then shouldn't you be getting ready? You have a big match tonight.
Despayre: Oh I'm ready! Bernie and I both are! Angel's been running us ragged but he sent me over to you for a very important mission!
Gabriel: Oh? Angel has a mission?
Despayre nods.
Despayre: Uh huh! He's circulating a petition! Christian's been very rude to you, not wanting to let you go, so he wants to see how many signatures he can get from everyone to see you allowed to leave.
Gabriel looks at his wife with a smile.
Gabriel: Something tells me that will end up being a landslide.
Gabriel then turns back to Despayre.
Gabriel: But I thought you didn't want me to leave?
Despayre shakes his head quickly.
Despayre: I don't! But Angel told me that I was being selfish, and I don't want to be selfish!
Gabriel: Okay Despy, that's right nice of you buddy. So what was it that you needed from me?
Despayre takes out a piece of sketch book paper with red crayon scribbling on it.
Despayre: Well, since we got so many signatures, Angel pointed out that it doesn't make sense that everyone else would be signing the petition and the man that wants out in the first place hasn't.
Gabriel: Ahhh! I see. That's right smart of Angel.
Despayre: He's a very smart bear! So do you want to sign it too?
Gabriel shrugs and reaches for the paper.
Gabriel: Sure. What the hell? Only makes sense since I'm the one who wants out of this dump.
Despayre passes Gabriel a crayon and turns around so Gabriel can put the paper on his back and with a smirk directed at his wife, Gabriel humors his little brother and scrawls his name down onto it. He then folds the paper and passes it back to the bouncing Despayre, and the crayon.
Despayre: Thanks! Angel will be a big help to you getting what you deserve!
Gabriel: He always is.
Despayre laughs and takes off down the hall, leaving Gabriel with Odette.
We are backstage at the base and the camera pans around the backstage area showing some SCW talent as well as staff and crew getting things in order. As the camera continues to pan around, we end up at the door to the locker room where a marine dressed in his gear knocks at the door of the locker room. After a few seconds, the door know begins to turn, and on the other side of it is Bruce Evans. He looks at the marine and cracks a huge smile across his face as he extends his hand to the marine and they shake hands. Bruce however is wearing a white shirt with the Canadian flag across it, as he looks down at it and grins
Marine: Mr Evans sir, it is a pleasure to meet you. I've been a fan of yours for some time now!
Bruce smiles as he lets go of the marine's hand
BHBE: Thanks pal, so what can I do for you?
The marine reaches down into his back pocket and grabs a piece of folded up paper, and a pen. With a huge smile on his face, like a kid at Christmas time
Marine: I was wondering if you could sign this for me, It would be a big deal to my boys back home.
Bruce grabs the folded up paper, and unfolds it. As the camera zooms in on the paper, we can see autographs from other talent in SCW. Bruce looks a bit disappointed as the marine hands him the pen. Bruce puts the pen to the paper, but then stops
BHBE: I got one better for you pal. You have a phone with ya?
The marine, looking puzzled reaches in his back pocket and pulls out his cell phone. Blaque cracks a grin
BHBE: Push record, I'm sure a video would be better than some autograph!
The marine presses a button on the phone, and aims it at Bruce. Bruce grows a serious expression across his face, as he clears his throat
BHBE: O Canada! Our home and native land!
True patriot love in all thy sons command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free!
From far and wide, O Canada,
We stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
The marine looks kind of upset as he turns off the camera on his phone, Bruce laughing hysterically
BHBE: Want me to do it in French too?
The marine snatches his autographed paper, folds it back up and puts in back in his pocket
Marine: Wow, they were right, you are an ass!
The marine storms off as Bruce looks down at the Canadian flag on his shirt and places his hand over it, beginning to send the Canadian anthem in french as the scene fades
BHBE: O Canada! Terre de nos aïeux,
Ton front est ceint de fleurons glorieux.
Simone: Well everybody, it is time for a bathroom break as we get to hear from the Mean Girls, and just how great they are… Oh joy…
Adams: Oh joy is right! Mean Girls might not be the first all female stable in SCW, but they have certainly made the biggest impact as they captured every piece of Bombshell Championship gold at Violent Conduct II!
Simone: It's called sarcasm, Jason… read between the lines…
The crowd begins booing as we focus on the ramp with the trademark Mean Girls runway set up, leading to the ring. "Champion" by RuPaul begins playing over the speakers. Immediately Tessa Flannigan steps out, wearing golden hot pants, and a gold sequin jacket. Her make up in done in different shades of gold around the eyes, and on the lips. She holds one side of the curtains open as Angelica comes out in a gold body suit, and make up just like Tessa's, however she has gold intertwined in her dark brown hair. She grabs the other curtain and pulls it to the side as Holly walks out in a gold top hat, golden boots, and golden tuxedo style swimsuit, reminiscent of a 50's pin up girl, and a top hat to match. Her golden locks are in curls as she does a sort of Rockettes style dance through the curtains. She finally turns around, lifting the tail of her jacket up to show off her backside to the crowd while giving the curtains her full attention. First up, we find Mercedes Vargas, dressed in golden sequin pants that flare out at the bottom, and a tank top to match. Resting around her waist is the Bombshell Roulette Championship which she displays proudly as the fans boo louder. She waves them off before placing her hands on her hips, looking around at the crowd before moving toward Holly.
Simone: If Mercedes didn't buy so heavily into the Mean Girls lies about their "cause", she might actually garner some respect for her win against Natalie McKinley, Joanne Canelli, and the former champion, Necra Octavian Kane.
Adams: Mercedes, just like the rest of Mean Girls, deserve tons of respect for what they did two weeks ago at Violent Conduct II…
Next up, Veronica comes out, wearing a golden one piece tank top and pants combo, with golden jacket. Her makeup is done to look much like a golden statue in motion, as she pulls her jacket open to reveal one of the Bombshell Tag Team Championships. She is beaming with pride, but she glares back behind her as if expecting to see Liz walk out behind her. She is even more angry when Liz does not show up. She shakes her head and then walks toward Holly and Mercedes. Next up, we see three men wheeling out a marble statue of a Greek Goddess… with Delia's face! The crowd boos loudly once more
Simone: In case anyone was wondering what the definition for vanity was, this is a prime example right here…
Adams: Oh! That one looks expensive! Those guys had better be careful.
The men, dressed like warriors of the lions den, wheel the statue to the center of the stage. They step back and kneel down before it as the Mean Girls simply watch with smiles on their faces. After a moment, the statue begins blinking, before standing up from its warrior-like pose, and swinging her head around, shaking off a piece of plaster to let her long brunette locks fall over her porcelain face! The crowd is shocked as Delia sheds her white garb to reveal a golden one underneath, as well as the Bombshell Championship. She steps down carefully from the pedestal, the gold reflecting from her faux olive leaf crown, her dress, and the Bombshell Championship as she marches up to the other Mean Girls. They walk up to the ring, spreading out before Holly, Tessa, and Angelica sit down on the ropes, letting the champions enter the ring before they follow closely behind.
Simone: I have to admit that I was surprised there, but I'm still not looking forward to all of the "I told you so" speeches we're about to hear…
Adams: I'm ready to hang on every word!
Delia raises the belt high above her head as the crowd rains down boos upon the Mean Girls. Delia smirks and stands center stage, blowing a kiss across the hangar of Scott Air Force Base, though their boos only seem to satisfy her. Mercedes does a shimmy for the crowd, then unbuckles her Bombshell Roulette Championship and places it over her shoulder.. Delia looks over to her and winks as the four champions stand in the center of the ring, showing off their belts together. Once the crowd resorts to throwing trash inside of the ring, Delia rolls her eyes and scoffs as she walks over to Justin Decent, snatching a microphone from his hands in a showing of annoyance. She comes to the center of the ring and then clears her throat as the music slowly fades out. Before it is completely gone, Delia begins speaking.
Delia: Ugh! We get it, you s'ink z'e Mean Girls are *air quotes* trash… Just like z'at idiot Jessie Salco, you all show your I.Q. and your ability to comprehend… like, anys'ing… I mean, we do not have one title…
Delia waves her belt around as if to shove it into each and every fan's face at once. She lowers it down to her shoulder and then rolls her eyes before pointing over to Mercedes who is standing next to her.
Delia: We didn't win two titles…
Delia narrows her eyes as a half smirk comes over her face. She stares just past Mercedes who is waving her belt around in similar fashion, rubbing it into the faces of the fans. She points to Liz and Veronica, holding up two more fingers into the air.
Delia: We didn't win s'ree titles… If you add myself, Mercedes, Liz, and Veronica toges'er… aside from z'e obvious answer of fabulous… how many belts… no, how many WINNERS does z'at come to? Anybody? Anybody at all? Seriously? Z'at is FOUR belts. FOUR winners. FOUR people who walked out of Violent Conduct II, doing exactly what we said we would do.
Crowd: FIRST CLASS WHORES! FIRST CLASS WHORES! FIRST CLASS WHORES!
Delia tilts her head back, laughing. She lets the chant continue as she looks over to Mercedes, shaking her head as she asks her how much sense that makes. She does the same for Veronica before thinking to herself, when suddenly the thought of Liz comes to mind. She starts to ask, but purses her lips, turning away from her and shrugging her shoulders.
Delia: Broken records… Z'at is exactly what I hear. Z'e same s'ing we are accused of on a daily basis. Don't be jealous of our boogie, darlings… Don't be a Jealous Janis, just like Misty and her little stunt… See what I did z'ere? Of course not… No, I heard what she had to say. I heard all of z'e haters on Twitter, and z'e haters chiming in wi's z'eir promotional videos s'rough z'e week… Haters are like crickets. Z'ey chirp and chirp, but as soon as you walk by z'em, what do z'ey do? Z'ey shut z'e fuck up!
The crowd begins chirping loudly toward Delia, which causes her smirk to widen slightly. She shakes her head as she pushes one of her curled bangs behind her ear, licking at her bottom lip before proceeding.
Delia: Whatever… Z'is is our time, and as you saw earlier, anyone who tries to come out here and interrupt us will be ejected from z'e premises. Now, for a very special idiot such as Misty, who doesn't care about looking like idiots publicly, z'ere is added incentive for you to stay away. If you wish to go back to see your daughter any time soon, you will stay away because of z'is…
Delia holds up a piece of paper toward the camera, but even the best vision couldn't make out what the paper actually is. No need to fret though…
Delia: Z'is is an order of protection. Yes, a restraining order. Because of her psychotic melt down in z'e ring two weeks ago, I don't feel safe being wis'in fifty feet of her, so…
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! COWARD! COWARD! COWARD!
Delia: NOT z'at I couldn't handle myself in a fair fight wi's z'e disgusting, over-z''e-hill troll, but she doesn't like to fight fair, like z'e Mean Girls proved we can do at Violent Conduct II… She likes to attack from behind. So, we refuse to have z'is on OUR special night.
Delia stops as the other Mean Girls clap their hands together as the fans boo louder. She nods her head, joining in with the applause before coming back to the point of the in-ring time.
Delia: Not z'at z'ere was ever any doubt, but one person overcame z'e odds and opened z'e show wi's a bang… to Natalie McKinley's head! She brought z'e first piece of gold to Mean Girls in z'e entire history of z'e movement. Please give a warm welcome to YOUR SCW Bombshell ROULETTE CHAMPION… MERRRRRRRCEDEEEEEES VARRRRRGASSSSSS!!!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mercedes: Thanks, Deelz. Well, well, well…
The crowd boos.
Mercedes: With apologies to one Sean Jackson who, like ourselves, was also a winner at the supershow - my congratulations to you, sir - I always wanted to say this, so here goes: ST. LOUIS...SCOTT AIR FORCE BASE...CAN YOU FEEL IT IN THE AIR TONIGHT?!
The crowd boos again, much louder this time.
Mercedes: And with this being such a historic occasion, it seems as if we have a vocal crowd tonight, don't we, ladies? Wait a minute, wait a minute. Are those frowns I see, or are you just glad to see us?
The nuclear heat the group was getting was so unbearable that it was quite possible they would need to invest in a bomb shelter.
Mercedes: Well, we're never going to hear the end of it now, are we? Two weeks ago Sunday, it was Mean Girls versus the world at Violent Conduct II. And we defied the odds, just as we said we would, but, I mean, come on, let's face it. Let's face it, the odds favored us than our opponents. In one clean sweep, in one fell swoop, for the second straight supershow, we won all of our matches at the little SCW supershow, and to the victors goes the spoils.
Cut to crowd shots of sad fans let down by the match results. Some fans were shocked, others downright angry.
Mercedes: Because we "cheated" and…
Veronica interrupts her and then leans in to whisper something in her ear.
Mercedes: We never cheated in our matches? That's news to me, Ronnie, because I thought that would be like front page news tonight. Ha! What do you know? We won clean. And now we get to Show and tell in the Show-Me state. Aren't we nice? Yay!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Mercedes: You know, they say there's no time like the present, so I want to take time out to say thank you so, so much. On such a historic occasion, an historic evening like tonight. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, thought I had a snowball's chance in hell of walking out of Yuma, Arizona with my hand raised, but I did. And I proved each and every one of you people wrong. So, for those of you who said I was losing my touch, for those of you who thought I was going through a midlife crisis, for those of you who said I was predictable, and for those of you who said I would never win a title again as a member of the Mean Girls, I want to thank you, and my opponents from bringing an A+ effort two weeks ago, but most of all, I want to thank all you, the little people. The little people here tonight, and the little people at home watching.
Mercedes is enjoying every minute of this as she begins laughing again.
Mercedes: Yeah, I've gotten use to that by now. In fact, I love this. It's addicting. Like a drug. You people are what gets me up in the morning. For without you, I would not be here tonight. Without you, I would fail to keep on living. Without you…Why, I could be greater than I am now!
Each Mean Girl nods their heads in unison, as they all take on a uniformed posture.
Mercedes:Now, the Mean Girls have huge, huge, matches tonight.
Veronica: That we do.
Mercedes: Veronica, you are facing Misty, which I don't understand why because unlike some important people, you actually had a match at the supershow and you walked out with gold, so what else do you have to prove? But, I mean, that's beside the point. You're on fire right now.
Mercedes places her finger on Veronica shoulder and coils back as if being singed.
Mercedes: And it doesn't matter if Misty has Jessie Salco in her corner. Liz has your back tonight, and I have complete faith that once again you will walk out of another arena with your hand raised. Just think of the headlines in tomorrow's paper. It won't be about the Cardinals chasing another World Series or how much the Rams suck. No, the headlines will read 'Veronica Taylor beats three-time Bombshell Champion!' You'll be more famous than you already are!
Liz: But then you have your first title defense with Necra Octavian Kane. How about that?
Mercedes:You mean after I just defeated not one, not two...
The crowd begins booing heavily but that didn't stop Mercedes from speaking over them. Mercedes: but THREE Bombshells in one night? Liz nods her head. Mercedes: Three! Three Bombshells! AH AH AH AH AH! Mercedes pulls off an imitation that was a cross between Count von Count and Natasha Fatale from the Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoons while holding up three fingers. Mercedes: That's right, Liz. There IS a title match tonight – the only title match on the show, I might add – where yours truly, the second-ever three-time, three-time, three-time, Bombshell Roulette Champion in SCW history, have Citizen Kane in her rematch. To be fair, Necra deserves a chance at winning her title back – not that she will, but it does leave me intrigue. I mean, I get it. She must be an emotional wreck after all her talk and being proving wrong. Still, whether she was pinned or not in the four-way makes no difference, tonight is only going to be a repeat of Violent Conduct II. So, um, yeah, the title is going to stay with me, Necra. I mean, that's just the way it's going to be. Mercedes shrugs as a wry smile comes across her face. Mercedes: Sorry, not sorry. The fans boo loudly, as the microphone gets handed to Veronica Taylor, who has a smug smirk on her face. As holds the mic in her well manicured hands, before lifting them up to her perfectly glossed lips as she begins to speak. Veronica: You know, I hate to say what I genius I am, but I am such a genius. I mean I made a little blonde nobody a star I mean just by associating with me, she became a champion. Just, by being in the same company as me she become more known. Because, lets face it any brand I am apart of automatically grows and becomes first class, so for once that girl was almost first class. But, then she got jealous that everyone knew who the true star of the team was, that star is, and was always me. The fans boo loudly as Veronica, points and laughs to herself as she keeps talking in her normal tone.
Veronica: Aw, please I know you guys love me. I mean so much love The Mean Girls are getting from our adoring fans! And, yes, you're welcome. But anyway you guys love my new jacket, and new shoes well my admirer bought them for me and they cost more than Misty's trailer trash makeup, and her house in the "ghetto"
The boos sound all over the arena, as Veronica giggles in her typical bitchy manner. As she, keeps talking in her normal tone.
Veronica:Now, Misty if I could win the tag team titles by myself, what makes you think I can not beat you? Some title you won a year ago like who cares? That is the past and in the present and future you are a nobody. So tired I mean how did the nursing home let you out? Ugh, after I get done beating you around the arena and showing you how damn good I am. You can go cry in the arms of your ex fiancee, and who knows maybe you can be his side ho.
Veronica shrugs her shoulders as she mouths "Sorry bout it." and the fans rain down boos upon her. She lets the microphone rest at her side, looking unamused with it anymore. Delia graciously accepts it, though she seems to give a brief pause, as if making the fans "earn" her attention. However, her need to hear herself speak sets in and she gives in, speaking over the boos.
Delia: I have to be honest… I did not want to be here tonight. I mean, who actually wants to come to St. Louis? Z'e only s'ing St. Louis is, is an annoying layover stop when traveling from one coast to anos'er, right? Sorry bout it…
Delia lets out a playful laugh as the other Mean Girls join her. The crowd boos, but Delia waves them off as she runs her fingers through her wavy hair, bringing the microphone back to her porcelain lips.
Delia: Like, I guess z'is will have to do, right? I mean, z'ere won't be anos'er show after Violent Conduct II, so I suppose you have lucked out. You get to hear me say z'is live, and you get z'e raw effect… So, here it goes… I DID IT BITCHES! I told everyone I would defeat Vixen, and I have done just z'at! Everyone wanted to tell me z'at I am nos'ing wis'out z'e Mean Girls help. Everyone wanted to point out z'at I have never won a match in a completely fair manner before, but what happened at Violent Conduct II? Did Angelica hold onto Vixen's tights? Did Tessa distract z'e referee? Did Mercedes or Veronica run in and attack Vixen? Did I grab tights? Did I so much as use one illegal move? NO! I did not… so, what is your excuse now? Come on, I'm waiting…
Delia holds the microphone out as the fans simply boo again. She taps her foot, waiting for an answer before getting an arrogant smirk on her face.
Delia: Nos'ing? Z'at is what I s'ought! I don't need to go on and on about why I am better z'an z'e locker room. Z'e belt on my shoulder right now is all z'e proof I need. So drink it in, bitches, because it will not be leaving my shoulder any time soon. One after anos'er, I will take down any challenge z'at comes my way, whes'er it be Vixen, Misty, Roxi Johnson… you will all fall to my feet… again… Sorry bout it…
Delia smiles wickedly as she drops the microphone to her side. She turns around to join her sisters once again. Mercedes struts around, even going as far as adding a victory clasp gesture before she climbs the turnbuckle and raises her title in the air… Liz and Veronica goes to another corner of the ring, showing off her belt as Delia prances around the center of the ring, smirking as she holds the belt up in the air while slowly turning around so that everyone gets a good view of it. Once they feel satisfied with rubbing things in, they make their way back to the ropes, exiting to the runway. They walk to the curtains and turn around in unison, blowing a kiss to the fans before smacking their backsides and leaving in unison.
Jacob Summers stands in the corner of the ring as Justin Decent readies himself to begin the introductions of the next contest.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, accompanied by Bridgette! From San Antonio, Florida, weighing 375 pounds ... HORACE Jackson!
The arena goes dark as silver lights fill the space as a voice comes across the speakers saying "THE FORCE IS STRONG IN THIS ONE." Right as that is said, the sound of light sabres fill the airwaves when little men in white suits walks out onto the stage and forms a long line down the ramp and around the ring. The light sabres fade out as "Close My Eyes Forever" strikes up and a white light shines above the entrance area. A beautiful woman walks out first as she is wearing a sparkly dress followed by a big black man with a woman by his side as well. Right as "Heaven is in the palm of my hand" is sung, Horace Jackson comes walking out dressed in his Darth Vader like gear.
Adams: This guy is going to be a real trip come Halloween!
Simone: The man has a lot in common with Vincent Peterson. We never know which entrance he's going to be making.
Horace stops at the top of the ramp as the crowd is going absolutely crazy. He waves to the crowd as he begins walking down the ramp. He high fives all the little kids in the front row as his wife Bridgette is clapping along with everyone. He reaches the ringside area and pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He looks around the arena before stepping over the ring ropes and walking towards the center of the ring. He reaches the center of it and lifts his arms high into the air as silver and blue lights shine down on everyone. He brings his arms down as all the lights come back up. He stands with his back toward the commentators as Bridgette helps him remove his cape and vest.
Simone: Horace has been on quite the roll as of late. The champions of SCW had best be keeping a close eye on that gold of theirs.
Adams: None of the champions around here are safe. Know why?
Simone: Don't say it.
Adams: The Force is with him!
Simone: You said it.
Justin: His opponent is accompanied by 'the Goldenboy' Gene Banton Senior! From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 227 pounds ... GENE Banton JUNIOR!
The opening chords of 'Magic Man' by Heart heralds a burst of multi-colored pyrotechnics at the head of the ramp. Curious faces bustle towards the railing lining the aisle their collective gaze drawn to the curtains bearing the SCW logo. Trembling briefly the satin grey drapery is parted forcibly by a pair of hands belonging to the Goldenboy Gene Banton Jr. He pauses succinctly, standing between the vibrant illuminations bringing his hands to his hips allowing the crowd to take in the display. The man is clad in a professionally made 'Jedi' robe with the hood drawn up, and white pants and boots like worn in the films.
Simone: I do not believe what that kid is wearing!
Adams: You don't? And he's been competing here for HOW long?
Simone: Geno Junior is blatantly mocking his opponent!
Overhead a giant LCD screen dubbed the jumbotron flashes images of the young man performing in the ring, speaking into a microphone and posing with a bevy of bikini clad beauties. Finally, he breaks into a stride, confidently swaggering his way to the ring ignoring the thrusting of outstretched hands, his lips curled into a confident smirk as his gleaming cobalt lenses dial into their destination, the squared circle where his business will be conducted in earnest. His manager and father, Goldenboy Gene Banton follows behind several paces, allowing his son the entirety of the spotlight. Climbing the iron steps and stepping between the ropes, the youngster extends his arms in presentation acknowledging the vociferous reception of the mob. He then turns to his opponent and pulls a toy light sabre from his belt and 'ignites' it and points it at Horace, then slowly waves it about.
Simone: That kid is a brat of he highest order.
Adams: He better be careful! Horace Jackson is bigger than anyone Junior's come up against so far!
With a smile on his face, Junior passes the sabre back to his dad and removes his robe and flings it to the corner. Junior then whips his velcro-sealed Jedi pants off and turns around and wiggles his backside in the direction of Jackson's wife, Bridgette.
Simone: Oh he is ASKING for it!
Adams: Yeah. I think that's the general idea.
Nobody can see Horace's reaction as he turns and holds the ropes open for his wife to exit, while Gene Senior steps out and gives his son one last word of advice before patting him on the shoulder and dropping to the floor. Jacob looks to both men inside of the ring and calls for the bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
At the sound of the bell, Horace steps right up to the center of the ring but Junior remains close to his corner and maneuvers around against the ropes, his eyes never leaving the 6'10" near 400 pound monster staring him down.
Simone: Give the kid credit. He knows he's outmatched in size and weight and isn't anxious at all to get close to this monster.
Junior avoids Horace, moving around the ring but keeping his eyes on his opponent. Its clear Horace is anxious to begin, and he moves in but Junior quickly ducks through the ropes and waves him off as Jacob steps in and ushers Horace back. Only then does Junior move back inside of the ring entirely and keep a wary eye on the (much larger man. Junior moves around the ring and Horace goes for another lock up, but AGAIN Junior hurriedly ducks through the ropes, keeping Horace away and this time Jacob has to step directly between them to keep Horace off of the younger competitor.
Adams: I'm thinking that maybe, just maybe, Junior is playing with Horace Jackson's head here. When have we ever known Junior to avoid an opponent?
Simone: Well he is his father's son.
Only when Jacob backs Horace away to a safer distance does Junior again step back inside of the six-sided ring. Horace is clearly arguing with the referee when Junior rushes him and jumps on him in a lock up but Jackson's power advantage is clear as he heaves Junior off, throwing him back head over heels into a corner!
Adams: Well... THAT didn't work!
Geno Jr slowly rises to his feet, nodding in a smug manner and looking out to his dad and gives the 'ol' man' a thumbs up. Junior then charges Horace again but Horace straight away grabs him right off of his feet in a bear hug!
Simone: I don't think Junior knows exactly how to counter this huge size disadvantage.
Horace thrashes Junior from side to side as Jacob checks Geno Jr to see if he yields the match but Junior refuses, shaking his head 'no' and then he counters by bell clapping Jackson's ears, resulting in Horace dropping him to the mat.
Adams: He knew enough to do that!
Junior jumps at Horace and starts throwing heavy fists into Horace's head, but Horace shrugs off the attack and shoves Geno Jr off of him and back into the ropes. Horace comes in after him and strikes him with a forearm smash, sending Junior to his knees! Horace grabs him by his blonde curls and drags him up and hits a knife edge chop that makes Junior howl in pain and dance about the ring, trying to shrug the painful stinging sensation off! Horace follows him into a corner and throws another forearm across his back. Horace then sends him into the far corner with an Irish whip and charges in after him, but Junior leapfrogs up and over him, dashes into the ropes and hits Jackson with a dropkick to virtually little effect. Junior scrambles to his feet and runs off of the ropes a second time, and this time connects with a flying back kick, staggering Horace against the ropes. One more time does Junior dive off of the ropes and hit a dropkick, and this time the unbalanced Horace tumbles over the top rope and land on the floor surrounding the ring.
Adams: Well Geno finally knocked the big man for a loop!
Simone: Horace landed on his feet though, but he's still a bit unsettled.
Junior then quickly climbed to the top of the nearest corner and as Horace turned around, Junior jumped off for a plancha body press, but Jackson caught him!
Adams: Oopsy doodle!
Simone: Oopsy doodle?
Junior kicked wildly and dropped behind Horace and shoved his opponent into the steel ring post! Horace turned around, holding his sternum, and Junior knife edge chopped him, but Horace grabbed him and hit an open handed chop down across Junior's own sternum, knocking him around and to his knees again!
Simone: Junior has got to stop thinking he can trade blows with that big man!
Adams: I don't think that thought can be processed by the Goldenboy's son!
Horace grabbed Junior and dragged him to his feet, then threw him into the barricade with enough velocity that it sends Geno Jr hurdling over and into the front row of the crowd of soldiers, their families and fans!
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Simone: Horace Jackson is clearly dominating the former Heavyweight Champion but he has got to get him back inside of the ring!
5...
Junior drags himself to his feet and Horace goes to grab hold of him, but Junior grabs him by the mask with both hands and swings his head down into the barricade, stunning him! Horace staggers back and Junior leaps up onto the barricade and dives off, missile dropkicking Jackson and knocking him to the floor! Junior then jumps up and climbs back inside of the ring!
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Adams: Junior doesn't mind a count out! A win's a win!
7...
Horace rolls back inside before the count of ten, and Junior stomps around the ring, clearly disappointed! Junior then races off of the ropes and leapfrogs over the back of his opponent and bulldogs him face-first into the canvas ala the Dog Trainer! Horace flops over onto his back and Junior covers him for the pin.
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Junior looks shocked, but gets to his feet and waits for Horace to do the same. Junior races into the ropes, eager to continue the momentum, but Horace lays him out with the Clothesline From the Empire! Junior is turned inside out and Horace jackknifes him for the pin!
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Horace kicks off, powering Junior clear away!
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3 - KICK OUT!
Adams: Oh dad looks relieved!
Simone: Daddy looks concerned, as well he should!
Horace grabs Junior in a double underhook suplex position and lifts him up, holding him up high...
Adams: Star Wars Duh!
And he brings the former champion crashing down! Horace with another cover!
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2.....
Kick out!
Simone: Say what you will about that kid's ego! He has fight in him!
Horace peels Junior off of the canvas and hurls him into a corner, then charges in and jumps for a body avalanche, but Junior moves and Horace crashes, knocking the wind out of himself!
Simone: I don't care how big a man is! A mistake like that is a critical one!
Adams: And he did take that shot to the steel post earlier!
Horace turns around, clutching his upper body and Junior nails a step up enzugari, affectionately called the Flash Man's Time Stopper! Horace sinks down to both knees, hurt, and Junior jumps to the top rope and leaps off, bringing a guillotine legdrop down across the back of Jackson's head! Junior rolls him over onto his back!
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3 - Kick out!
Simone: Oh that was close!
Junior is on his feet, pleading with Jacob but to no avail!
Simone: I don't think he's going to be able to charm Jacob into getting what he wants!
Adams: Oh I don't know. It worked pretty well with Christian...
Horace starts to rise and Junior throws three rapid fists into his head and then tries to send him into the ropes but Horace power reverses the Irish whip and sends Banton into the ropes instead! Junior comes off and Horace scoops him up for a sidewalk slam and drives him down with the Vader Taser, hooking the near leg!
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3 - KICK OUT!
Adams: Again a close call! Wow!
Horace stares through his mask at the official but Jacob can only shrug and hold up the two fingers. Horace stands up, bringing Junior up along with him via a handful of curls. Horace grabs him around the waist from behind, preparing for the High Life, when from out of nowhere Junior counters, rolling forward in a victory roll up and hooking a leg with one arm and a handful of tights with the free hand!
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Ding!
The crowd boos as Junior immediately rolls out of the ring, joining his father in celebration as Bridgette climbs into the ring, protesting to Jacob who saw nothing!
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Ding!
Ding!
Justin: The winner of the match ... GENE Banton JUNIOR!
Junior laughs and points into the ring as his dad raises his free arm, while Horace simply stands at the ropes, glaring through his mask towards the retreating Superstar!
Simone: Gene Banton Junior picks up the win, tainted though it may be.
Adams: Yeah but he's on a roll again and I bet Drake Green is watching this one!
Belinda Simone clears her throat and immediately stands from the announce table. She turns around and finds a specific target inside of the hanger. Upon locating the target, she gives a nod of her head...
Simone: "Are you ready sir?"
The camera pans around and locates Colonel Kyle Kremer, the installation commander.
Kremer: "I am Ms. Simone."
With another nod of her head, she once again clears her throat.
Simone: "Ladies and gentlemen, Colonel Kyle J. Kremer."
The hanger erupts into cheers as Colonel Kremer begins to make his way towards the ring. He climbs over the guard failing and makes his way towards the ring steps. In his battle fatigues, he climbs through the ropes and is immediately handed a house mic.
Kremer: "Scott Air Force Base, are you enjoying yourselves tonight?"
Again, the hanger erupts into cheers. Some even singing the Air Force song again. However, Colonel Kremer motions with his hands for the airmen, family, friends, and other civilians to bring it down a few notches.
Kremer: "That's good, I'm glad to hear the excitement. When Sin City Wrestling approached me a while back to do this show, I wasn't sure what to expect. I knew that we would run into a gambit of different personalities, of different thought processes, and of different nationalities. But one instance kind of stood out from all others..."
Colonel Kremer takes a deep breath.
Kremer: "That being an individual named Sean Jackson."
BOOS
Kremer: "Oh, I agree...whole heartedly. When Sean Jackson visited our base earlier in the week, I had high hopes of getting to show him how we stayed at the combat ready. How we maintained as this nation's first line of defense. But, it didn't end up that way because of his atrocious and holier than thou attitude."
He points towards the back.
Kremer: "Well, in the back is a man that I have a ton of respect for, and that is Showtime Drake Green."
Another eruption of cheers mixed in with chants of #Showtime#.
Kremer: "Well Drake, I hope that this inspires you in the main event tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, I give to you a very special gift. A gift of Sean Jackson at Ft. Leonard Wood, Missouri."
The screen once again comes to life, and again it shows the shuttle bus arriving at Ft. Leonard Wood at 0500 hours. It shows the door sliding open and out stepping Sean Jackson, who is quickly met by Colonel Kremer, both are in PT gear. The same conversation from the earlier clip isn't audible as cheers erupt from within the hanger. It's about to be PT time, military style and everyone wants to see how Sean Jackson holds up.
The caption clearly reads 0500 hours.
Kremer: "Let's go Private Jackson."
The term private doesn't go over well with the Mental Rapist, who considers it demeaning.
Jackson: "Private? I don't think so."
However, as Sean is addressing Colonel Kremer, he sees a sight that he's never seen before. A single solitary soldier, standing in front of four different columns of soldiers who are facing him. He stands directly in the middle of the four columns, and all four columns has a single soldier standing in front of it.
Jackson: "What in the hell?"
Colonel Kremer, without even having to turn around, answers.
Kremer: "It's called First Formation
The First Sergeant who is standing in front, becomes rigid.
1SG: "COMPANY!!!!"
In one fluid motion, everyone snaps to where their legs are shoulder width apart, their hands rigged behind their backs.
1SG: "ATTENTIIIIIOOOOOOOOOON!!!"
Again, in one fluid motion, every soldier snaps to attention, legs together, hands rigid to their sides. As Sean stands there, in awe, Colonel Kremer smiles.
1SG: "RECEIVE THE REPORT!!!!"
For every column of soldiers, there is a Platoon Sergeant standing in front of it. That Platoon Sergeant then spins on his heels, doing an about face, and begins to receive the report on which soldiers are present, which are on sick call, and which are on missions.
As Sean gets ready to ask the obvious question, Colonel Kremer is already shooting out the answer.
Kremer: "They're accounting for their soldiers Jackson. Accountability and discipline, something you obviously know nothing about. By the way Jackson, do you know how many commands there are in the execution of an about face?"
Jackson: "Of a what?"
Colonel Kremer can only shake his head.
Kremer: "Shame. There are two commands in an about face Jackson. There is a preparatory command of ABOUT, followed by a command of execution FACE."
As this part of the clip is playing, the hanger once again erupts into cheers from the airmen. However, the clip is interrupted as Sean Jackson steps out from behind the curtain with Marshall Owens at his side. Which causes the cheers to erupt into boos.
Jackson: "Look Colonel Klink, nobody cares about the preposition command and the exe..."
Kremer: "It's called Preparatory Command and Command of Execution Jackson. It's funny, we went over this time and time again at Leonard Wood and yet, you STILL can't seem to get it right."
Jackson's face begins to turn beet red.
Jackson: "Hey, I'm a professional wrestler and not a soldier. I get paid to beat people down, not to remember what a prep..what a prep..."
Jackson gets madder as Marshall attempts to intervene.
Marshall: "Colonel Kremer, I thought you better than this? A commander of an entire installation, standing in the middle of the ring, trying to get into the head of my client before a big time match. Tsk, tsk. Again, I thought you to be better than this sir."
Colonel Kremer puts his hands on his hips in obvious disbelief.
Kremer: "Excuse me?"
Marshall: "Sean Jackson is a professional wrestler where his very life is dictated by how he performs in THAT very ring. Later on tonight, he steps in there against the heavyweight champion Drake Green, and the tag team champions of Bosom Buddies. So the mere fact that you are standing, in that ring, in an attempt to embarrass my client..."
Marshall points with one hand towards Sean Jackson and the other towards the American flag.
Marshall: "An American citizen...."
Inhale.exhale.
Marshall: "Not a member of the Taliban..."
Pause.
Marshall: "Not a member of ISIS..."
He is now getting more animated.
Marshall: "An American citizen sir. A highly decorated member of Hot Stuff International and a multi-time world champion. An American hero..."
Kremer: "Whoa, whoa, whoa. An American hero? No Mr. Owens, a deplorable excuse for a human being, but NOT an American hero. What I saw at Ft. Leonard Wood was a far cry from an American hero and I can promise you this Mr. Owens..."
Colonel Kremer is now pointing right back at Marshall and Sean Jackson, just as animated.
Kremer: "At every stop, and at every military installation. I'm going to be there, playing these clips of your client making a fool of himself. Hoping that by the time it's over, you will be a bit more humble towards the REAL American heroes that stand in front of you now."
Now completely upset, Sean is looking for something to punch, or to kick. Undoubtedly, there is something in the video clips that Sean and Marshall definitely don't want made public.
Kremer: "Don't worry Sean, it will be over soon enough. But I can tell you this much, if you don't get your ass out of my sight, I'll show it to everyone now."
Marshall: "You wouldn't dare?"
Kremer: "I wouldn't? Okay guys, let's go ah..."
Jackson: "Alright, alright. You won this round Klink. Let's go Marshall."
Sean turns and walks away, disappearing behind the curtain. But not before Colonel Kremer gets in one final shot.
Kremer: "That was a poor About Face Jackson. You need to work on it some more."
Colonel Kremer waves as he receives a resounding chorus of cheers from the airmen. After a couple of moments, he steps through the ropes as the shot shifts back to Belinda and Jason.
Simone: What an amazing night!
Adams: That it has Belinda. I mean we still have the rematch between our new Roulette Bombshell Champion and The Goddess of Death herself. You know that Necra is going to be out for blood here tonight.
Simone: Of course she is. She's always out for blood no matter if someone crossed her wrong or not.
Adams: I just wouldn't want to get on her bad side considering...
Simone: Considering what?
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.
Adams: What is she doing out here?
Simone: I don't know... Why don't you go and ask her?
Necra makes her way to the ring, passing by the fans as if they weren't there. She reaches the ring, and walks up the stairs, and slips under the ropes and into the ring. She calls for a mic and it is tossed up to her. Her music stops and she paces in the ring with a smile forming on her lips.
Necra: I know you more then likely wondering what I'm doing out here when I should be getting ready for my match against the so called Bombshell Roulette Champion. She's a joke, and isn't worthy to hold that title! But tonight... Tonight I get another chance of destroying her and taking back what is rightfully mine. But she isn't the only reason that I've come out here. I've come out here to say that the Mean Girls reign will soon end. You see misty, Amy, and Jessie are not the only ones that wish to see the Mean Girls fall.
The crowd begins to cheer as Necra looks around, and smiles.
Simone: I don't like that smile.
Adams: When she smiles like that, it gives me the creeps.
Necra: You see three others and myself have been talking and we want to see them all fall no matter what we have to do to stop them. But we are sick and tired of these pretenders, these wannabes standing in the middle of the ring, and taking what is rightfully ours!
"The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Bang Bang"(My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nico Vega begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past. Joanne appears on the stage and starts to walk down the rampway.
Simone: The Jersey Devil Diva? What in the hell is going on here?
Adams: Maybe she doesn't like what Necra is saying?
Simone: I doubt that.
Joanne continues her way down to the ring, and climbs up the stairs, and slips under the ropes, as her music cuts. She motions for a mic, and smiles.
Joanne: Necra I have to say that I agree with you. The fans don't come to the show to see the Mean Girls. They come to see us, and all of our glory. The Mean Girls have brought the Bombshells down a peg, and makin' the rest of us look bad. I mean two weeks ago you and I stood in the middle of the ring and we lost to that little bitch Mercedes, and the Mean Girls cleaned up... That was just awful, and we have to change that don't we?
Voice: We sure do!
The arena goes dark as a voice comes across the sound system saying "NO GOOD DEED GOES UNPUNISHED." After that phrase dies down, "Run This Town" starts up. As the song starts with the few beats, the lights come up with an orchid and cyan tint to them. Right as Mya starts the first verse, Zuri Justice walks out onto the stage with her twin sister following behind. The two of them head toward the ring, and the crowd just pops even louder.
Simone: This is just insane. Now Zuri and her sister Blanca are out here.
Adams: I would love to be in that ring right now.
Simone: I bet you would.
They make it to the ring, and climb the stairs and stand with Necra and Joanne.
Zuri: As most of you know, that bitch Mercedes Vargas has been ducking me for months. The moment she joined those bitches she became just another gigantic ego fucker with no fashion sense.
Blanca: Joanne, the beautiful Necra, my sister and myself have come together to rid this place of fashion rejects. No one knows fashion like Necra but the difference is she doesn't flaunt it like you bimbos. The bombshell division is about to get a reality check. Because if you are not with our cause then you will fall like the rest. For we are the Daughters of Darkness and we will shine through the light.
Zuri: Don't forget, we RUN THIS TOWN.
Joanne: There is nothin' that you can do to stop us, but you can try all you like.
Necra: The Daughters of Darkness have arrived and we will do whatever it takes to bring the likes of the Mean Girls down, with all the powers of hell! The SCW is about to become a war zone, and there is nothing you can do to stop the Darkness from falling.
"Daughters of Darkness" by Halestorm begins to play as the light starts to flicker off and on. The lights go off and when they come back on, Necra Joanne Zuri, and Blanca are gone, and the words Daughters of Darkness are written on the screen in a red substance, before dissolving and disappearing.
Simone: There you have it folks, a new stable has been formed.
Adams: They are 4 women I don't want to mess with. I mean you have Necra that is creepy as anything. Then you have Joanne who can make you disappear with a single phone call, and then the Justice sisters... They're just weird.
Simone: They have thrown the challenge out to the Mean Girls and I know it's one that they are not going to pass up. We'll be back after this.
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…
Before Justin can proceed with the introductions, he is immediately cut off by..
*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, the two do some headbanging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband and waiting Misty to come out to the ring.
Justin Decent: Iiiiiiintroducing first… From Chicago, Illinois, standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 130 pounds, she is… MIIIISSSSSSSSSTYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "Ms. Hyde" by Halestorm begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain to a round of cheering from the crowd, with her half of the Bombshell Tag Team Titles draped over her shoulder. She looks from one side of the ramp to the other, smiling at the fans as they roar with approval, and she slowly starts making her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. Once she gets to the ring, she slides the tag title in under the bottom rope, then enters the ring the same way, grabbing a hold of the title once again. She heads over to one of the corner turnbuckles, hopping up to the top rope where she lifts the title high above her, pointing around the crowd with a proud smile. She stands there for several moments before she jumps back down and heads to the center of the ring where she waits as her music dies down.
Justin Decent: Aaaaand her opponent… From Los Angeles, California, standing at 5 feet 8 inches and weighing in at 116 pounds, she is representing The Mean Girls, she is… VERRRRRRRRRRONICAAAA TAYYYYYYYLORRRRRRRRRRRR!!!
"Prefect" By Princess Superstar hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. Following closely behind, dawning her half of the Bombshell Tag Team Championships, Liz Smalls walks out, waving to the booing fans. Her expression sinks in disappointment as she shrugs and steps up in front of Veronica. Veronica removes a strand of hair over her shoulder as she steps in front of Liz, opening her jacket to show off her title belt as well.
Simone: There is some obvious tension here between the two Bombshell Tag Team Champions. I wonder if it has to do with Liz's latest Twitter publicity stunt
Adams: I would have to say that it is probably just their massive egos colliding again. Liz might be playing nice, but she's still as arrogant as Veronica is, after all… After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. Liz does the same, though she is a bit more modest about it. Veronica then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena. Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance runway, doing some more poses. Before raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at Jasmine St. John to lower the ropes for her, which she refuses to do. Veronica scoffs and then looks over to Justin who politely obliges. Veronica enters under the bottom rope. She then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring, paying close attention to Misty and Jessie's general direction. Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss. Jessie has had enough of this, and she immediately darts over, tackling Veronica to the mat. Even Misty seems surprised at this. Veronica drops her belt, and Liz quietly picks it up, apologizing to Misty, Jessie, and Jasmine before stepping onto the apron and out onto the floor. Simone: Jessie wasn't booked tonight, but she has some unfinished business to handle with Veronica here tonight!
Adams: I guess she didn't get her cheap attacks out of the way at Violent Conduct II. Oh well, at least we get to see a… CAAAATFIIIIIIIIGHHHHT!!! Misty stares at this for a second, a wide smile on her face as she sees Jasmine walking over to Jessie, trying to pull her away from Veronica. As she does, Veronica peels herself off of the mat and pounces on Jessie, rolling around on the mat with her fingers tangled in Jessie's hair! The crowd is going wild as the two ladies switch control rapidly. Once it looks like Veronica is getting the better of Jessie, Misty pulls Veronica off of her by the hair and whips her across the ring. Jasmine orders Jessie outside of the ring, or else she will be banned from ringside. Jessie stomps her foot in protest before turning around and nailing a Suicide Dive on Liz!!! Jasmine shakes her head, knowing she's got her hands full with this one as she calls for the bell. DING! DING! DING!
Simone: And immediately, Misty catches Veronica on the rebound with a hard clothesline, knocking the Mean Girl down to the mat.
Adams: Of course, she did it with a little pre-match beat down on the champ, yeah?
Misty immediately drops an elbow down on top of Veronica's chest, yanking her leg up into a tight pin.
1!KICKOUT!
Simone: I can't say that I'm too surprised that Veronica kicked out. I mean, she has improved big time since…
Adams: What were you going to say? Misty's "time"? She's a champion, and no matter what anyone has to say about how it happened, it doesn't change the fact that she's got the gold, and the Jealous Janis girls don't.
Misty laughs out loud at the fact that Veronica has kicked out. She peels Veronica off of the mat and whips her toward the ropes again. As Veronica comes off of them, Misty starts to lift Veronica up into a Flapjack, looking to drop her face first into the turnbuckle, but Veronica claws at her eyes, causing Misty to drop her in mid air. Veronica falls down into a Cradle DDT, holding on as she hooks the leg. The fans are stunned at this display, and Jasmine almost doesn't drop down for the count right away.
1!
2!
Simone: Thank God Misty got her leg up right there, or that would have been the biggest upset in SCW History, and I'm not sure how Misty would cope with that embarrassment!
Adams: The Original Bombshell has suffered a few losses in her time, so I'm sure she would manage to get over it. Though the heat she has with the Mean Girls, it might only make it worse on Delia down the line.
Veronica mouths off to Jasmine as she tangles her fingers in Misty's hair, lifting her off of the ground. On the outside of the ring, Liz is now trying to steer clear of Jessie, who is in hot pursuit of her. Liz pleads with her kindly as she paces around the ring. Veronica sees this and she just shakes her head in disgust. She brings Misty's head down to a hard knee that lets out a sickening smashing sound that causes the fans to groan. She repeats this with the opposite knee. Once she returns to the first knee for a third strike, Misty grabs onto the knee, and then sweeps Veronica's leg out from under her. She grabs the other leg, and spreads them apart as she hits a Leg Drop between them that causes the fans to scratch their heads.
Simone: A rather… unorthodox move from Misty there…
Adams: Does that even hurt you chicks?
Simone: Yes… yes it does…
Veronica rolls around uncomfortably on the mat as Misty stands back up. She rolls Veronica over onto her stomach, still with both legs in her arms. She locks on a Boston Crab hold as Veronica tries to scurry away. She quickly grabs onto the ropes, right as Misty gets it locked on tight. Jasmine orders her to break, but the Original Bombshell shakes her head. The fans cheer on the vigilante action while Jasmine calls out her count. 1… 2… 3… 4… Without having to be warned any further, Misty drops Veronica's legs and stands up. She takes a few steps back in good sportsmanship (or so one would think) before taunting Veronica to get up. As she does, Misty charges forward with a Spear that sends Veronica into the turnbuckle. She steps forward, holding onto her back as Misty hits a Running Bulldog on her. She rolls Veronica over onto her back and hooks the leg.
1!
2!KICKOUT!
Simone: Misty is taking NO prisoners here tonight as she sets out to make a point against Veronica, and Delia as well.
Adams: She might be getting in some good hits, but would she still be getting these hits in if Jessie hadn't assisted her before the bell rang?
Simone: Don't tell me you are buying into Mercedes Vargas's bully conspiracy theory! It's called getting a taste of their own medicine!
Misty looks a bit frustrated, but her determination to win hasn't gotten any weaker. She takes a deep breath and then lifts Veronica off of the mat. However, Veronica shoves Misty's hands off of her and then rears back with a slap that sends spit flying from Misty's mouth. Misty is shocked by this as she scoffs, rearing back for a slap of her own. However, Veronica ducks under it and catches Misty with a Belly to Back Suplex that seems to surprise everyone, including Veronica. She doesn't bother going for a pin, but instead, she stands up and stomps away at Misty with a certain unseen ferocity coming from the founding Mean Girl. She lets up only to drop an elbow across Misty's throat, leaving it locked on in a blatant choke. Jasmine shouts at her to let up, but she shakes her head as she growls at Misty. Jasmine immediately starts counting. 1… 2… 3… 4… BREAK IT UP! Only at the very last second does Veronica even think about letting up. She holds her arm up innocently while rolling her eyes. She stands back up and begins stomping once more.
Simone: It pains me to admit this, but Veronica is showing us some serious intensity. I think the tag titles have given her a boost of confidence that she needs to take this sport just a little more serious.
Adams: Ummm, duh! She's a champion now, and this is just the beginning!
Simone: You're only saying this in hopes of bagging a Mean Girl, right?
Adams: In case my wife is watching… Nope!
Veronica uses her foot to push Misty to the outside of the ring, right in front of Liz. Liz is startled by this. As Jessie rounds the corner to come after Liz, Jasmine calls for her to stop. She argues with her, and Veronica gestures to Liz. Liz nods her head as she lifts Misty off of the ground. She turns Misty around and rests her on the ring apron, helping her! Veronica is baffled as she screams at Liz, calling her a moron. The fans laugh as Liz shrugs her shoulders. Veronica grabs onto the top rope and flings herself down with an unorthodox Drop Kick to Misty's chest. Veronica practically spits at Liz as she walks past her, grabbing onto a chunk of Misty's hair to drag her up. However, her attention isn't completely on Misty, who sweeps her feet out from under her, causing her chin to collide with the steel barricade. As Veronica grips onto her chin, Liz stares down at her and mouths "Sorry, not sorry" before flipping her hair over her shoulders. Misty glares at Liz before picking Veronica up from the ground and flinging her face first into the barricade. Jessie smirks as she purposely continues arguing with Jasmine. Misty grabs onto the back of Veronica's hair and drags her over to the ring steps where she repeatedly pounds her face into it, a wicked smile coming over her face as she refuses to relent!
Simone: I don't know what I'm more surprised at… Liz HELPING Misty, Veronica hitting that Slingshot Dropkick, or the fact that Misty seems to have reverted to her old ways…
Adams: Yes! I love multiple choice questions! There's like a twenty five percent chance I will answer correctly… I'm gonna go with A for Adams!
Misty cackles as she realizes that she's busted Veronica wide open! She holds her up for a moment so that the crowd can see it. They let out massively loud cheers as Liz nearly faints at ringside. Misty flings Veronica toward the barricade now, but Veronica reverses it and sends Misty toppling out into the audience. At this point, Jasmine has turned around and begins her count, but neither lady seems to care. 1! 2! 3! Veronica leaps over the barricade and lands with a Leg Drop over Misty and a couple of chairs, breaking them in the process. The crowd enjoys the level of violence that rivals a hardcore match. Veronica shouts at a fan and shoves them out of the way. She grabs onto their "Mean Girls Suck" sign and she uses it to wipe at her forehead, crashing it over Misty's head, ripping it in half. She picks Misty up and flings her back into the barricade. She grabs a fan's drink as Jasmine continues counting. 4! 5! 6! 7! She splashes it into Misty's face, and immediately follows it up with a slap that causes the fans to boo. Veronica shrieks in anger as she charges forward, Spearing Misty through the barricade, causing the panel to crash into the ring apron! Jasmine gets to the count of 8! 9! and Veronica rolls under the bottom rope and back outside. Misty, however, is nowhere near out of energy as she is right back up, meeting Veronica with an open handed slap that sends her spinning around. 1! 2! 3! 4! She catches Veronica in a High Angle Suplex, pausing as she goes back toward the Announcers Table. She drops Veronica on top of it, but it barely bends as Jason and Belinda can be heard gasping as they scramble away from the table. Misty yanks the announcers headset from Jason's head as she decides to give her own play-by-play.
Misty: Misty has just Suplexed the anorexic Veronica Taylor over the table, but the table only broke her… Now, she's about to end a bitches career with a…
Simone: Yes, please do, but let me get my water before you…
Misty starts to climb on top of the barrier, ready to jump off, but Veronica yanks on the headset chord, Misty to fly off, smashing her chin onto the table instead. Veronica leans over and grabs the headset from Misty's head and places it over her own.
Veronica: Sorry you had to be subjected to that ratchet, busted basic, but you're now being returned to Mean Girls TV… I mean Sin City Wrestling… Same thing though…
Veronica pulls the headset from off of her ears and sets it down as she climbs off. Jasmine has reached the count of 7! Veronica waves at Misty as she rolls inside of the ring. She stands there, watching Misty get up. She saunters around the ring, causing the audience to boo as she taunts the fans and Misty. She stops to shake her backside at Jessie, who climbs onto the apron, ready to sock her. She steps back, laughing as she motions around her waist. This gives Misty the perfect opportunity to sneak inside of the ring where she locks on the Hell's Gate Triple Choke Hold, her former finishing submission maneuver, also known as The Queen's Punishment! The audience cheers as Misty locks it on tight, leaving Veronica no room to move. Jasmine asks her if she gives up, and she quickly shakes her head from side to side. She looks right at Liz who could easily help pull her over toward the ropes, but she doesn't. Veronica practically pleads with Liz, who seems to be debating it, but she takes a few steps back, shaking her head. Veronica screams out in pain before Jasmine's pleading finally sinks in, and she rapidly nods her head up and down. Jasmine calls for the bell
Justin Decent: Here is your winner via submission… MISSSSSSSSSSSSTYYYY!!!
Simone: WHAT A MATCH! That one could have gone any way, but Misty has picked up the win!
Simone: All hail the return of the Queen…
Misty refuses to let up on the hold. Liz stares at this before slowly backing away. She backs up the entrance ramp as Jessie rolls inside of the ring, stomping away at Veronica to add insult to injury. The crowd cheers for this until Holly Wood, Tessa, Angelica, Mercedes, and Delia all swarm down to ringside. They roll inside, Angelica taking a smack from Jessie before the numbers get to her. Tessa, Angelica, and Mercedes beat down on her, stomping her to the ground and to the outside while Delia nails Misty in the side of the head with a hard knee Sean Jackson style. Delia goes after Misty, but she slides out of the ring, knowing when to retreat unlike her valet for the evening. Delia goes to chase after her when the rest of the Mean Girls, minus Liz who is still cautiously backing up the ramp, stops Delia from exiting the ring. Misty smiles wickedly before her smile fades to a look of almost shame. She turns around and lowers her head as she marches up the ramp to "Mz. Hyde" by Halestorm. Jessie slowly catches up, patting her on the back as she shrugs it off quickly.
Simone: What was THAT all about?
Adams: I don't know, but can we get some medical attention for Veronica? She's still bleeding…
Delia leans down next to Veronica, slowly helping her up to her feet as she and Angelica pay close attention to her. They start to exit the ring as we fade elsewhere.
It's been an hour since Horace competed against Geno Burton Jr as he and Mack are spending the rest of the night touring the air force base. Two members of the air force base meet with Horace and Mack. Mack sticks out a hand for one of them to show his support for what they do for the United States. One of the airmen realize who they are talking too.
Senior Airman Scott Barnes: Sir, it is an honor to be the presence of two former military greats.
Mack Andrews: Thank you but we had our time in the sand so to speak. It is your turn.
Airman First Class Wyatt Singleton: We thank you for bringing us some good wrestling here on our air base. This will be the last night we have here in the states as we fly back to the middle east. Those bastards of ISIS is really starting to get on our nerves.
Mack Andrews: We had the same kind of problems during Desert storm. I was also part of Operation: Iraqi Freedom. I have enjoyed my time in the military as an ex-Navy seal. Horace is a former Marine which is why he is so disciplined. Whether it's inside the ring or outside the ring.
Horace Jackson continues to remain silent as the two airmen continue to show their respect to the two veterans standing before them. He finally breaks his silence while taking a seat on a concrete bench.
Horace Jackson: You boys have gave so much for these people and yet they don't show you any kind of respect. That is what I have seen for the past few months during my time here in SCW. That is why Mack and I would like to make you honorary members of the Dark Empire Elite Force. Where you will not only serve with great pride but with great will.
Mack Andrews: That is a great idea Horace.
The two airmen look at each other before nodding their heads in acceptance. A smile creeps across Horace's face as Mack quickly glances over at Horace. They walk with the airmen towards a dark alley. Horace then begins attacking them with Mack's help. The crowd inside the Air Force Base is not like that one bit as Mack lifts the Airman First class up to his feet. Tears are forming in his eyes as Horace just laughs.
Horace Jackson: You are really pathetic. You airmen make me freaking sick. The Dark Empire doesn't allow riff raff into our fold. We salute those who go against us. It appears that everyone in this place is has no real respect for someone like me. Therefore, The Soulless One will unleash the hatred that is hiding deep inside his own soul. Hell will be released.
Mack throws the young airman into the waiting arms of Horace as he gets met with a stiff kick to the head.. Mack delivers a headbutt to the other airman before laying him out with a punch of his own..
Mack Andrews: It's a wasteland and we will be shooting it out with hell fire. Brimstone will fall around you and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Welcome to your own Hell on Earth.
Horace Jackson: The Empire Salutes You.
Horace and Mack let out sinister laughs as they leave the two airmen knocked out.
The camera returns to ringside..
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Sin City Wrestling's own 'Hostess With the Mostess' ... miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The crowd cheers and applauds as the 'Queen of Comedy' walks out, clad in a disco outfit of hot pants and multi colored top and a beehive wig. The music picks up and the performance begins.
Amanda: Gotta boogie
Well, I went out to a party just the other night
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
I can't pick it off (uh uh)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, he's gotta boogie)
(boogie)
Hey, you wanna boogie? (No man, I don't wanna boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger
Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger and I can't shake it off
I was jammin' to the music, I was feelin' alright
I was burning up the floor like a disco maniac
When my woman said, "Baby, why's your hand behind you back?"
I said boogie (gotta boogie)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger and I can't shake it off
I can't flick it off (uh uh)
I sure ain't gonna lick it off (oh no)
So I guess I'm gonna have to learn to live with it
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, he's gotta boogie)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, he's gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger and I can't shake it off
Gotta boogie
(boogie)
Wanna boogie? (Get that boogie out of my face)
Do any of you wanna boogie? (No!)
Gotta boogie on my finger
Gotta boogie on my finger and I can't shake it off
The song ends and the crowd on hand applauds as Amanda looks at her finger and then wipes it on her own outfit. She frowns again at her finger and then gives it a hard 'flick' and her eyes widen before she turns and high tails it off the stage, with a burly security guard chasing after her much to the crowd's amusement!
Simone: This is been one great night here for Climax Control.
Adams: I can't wait for what is coming up next.
Simone: You and I both Jason. We are having a return bout from Violent Conduct 2. Mercedes will be defending her newly won Bombshell Roulette Championship tonight against Necra.
Adams: Do we know what kind of match we will be having for this rematch?
Simone: No
The cameras pan up to the ring as Justin Decent is standing in the middle of it.
Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship.Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas, as per usual, stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on hips, and overlooking the crowd. The bell sounds and the camera pans around the arena once more and then cuts to the ring announcer as he lifts his microphone for the pre-match introductions.
Justin: Introducing first making her way up the steps, she is the current reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Mercedes goes up the steps and walks along the ring apron as she straddles the top rope, facing the crowd as she unbuckles her title from around her waist and raises it in the air while talking trash. She walks the rest of the apron and climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back at the camera as she flips her hair, though the determined expression on her face remains- perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight.
Simone: Here comes one member of those dreadful Mean Girls.
Adams: She is still hot.
Mercedes is busy looking at herself through the shiny portions of the belt when the sound of coughing disrupts her. Mercedes looks up to see Zuri Chastain standing near the locker room area standing beside Pussy Willow.
Zuri Chastain: Mercedes, Mercedes, Mercedes, it is clear that since you are the Roulette champion that you forgot to pick the match off of the roulette wheel. Luckily for you, I am always paying attention. Now Pussy if you don't mind let's spin the wheel.
Pussy takes hold of the wheel and spins it round. The wheel continues to spin as Mercedes is screaming at Zuri from inside the ring. Zuri continues to wave at her as the wheel finally stops. Zuri smiles as the wheel stops on one match that no one has seen in Sin City Wrestling.
Zuri Chastain: It appears your match is now a Prison Chamber match. Good luck Mercedes because you are going to need it.
Mercedes is screaming at the top of her lungs as the metal mesh chamber begins falling down from the ceiling.
Simone: A Prison Chamber match? I have heard of this match before but I have yet to see it up close.
Adams: Mercedes does not like this one bit.
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. 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.
Justin: and introducing the challenger from the Isle of Gods, Greece, weighing in at 127 lbs, please welcome the Queen of the Dead....NEEECCCRRRAAAA!
Necra leads a black panther on a leash in front of her 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, and she raises her hands, only to bring them down, as golden sparkles fall onto the crowd.
Adams: You know from the look on Necra's face, I wonder if she had anything to do with this kind of match.
Simone: That is a real good observation there Jason. I was looking at the history of this match. This will be the first Prison Chamber match to feature females.
Jacob Summers makes sure the two bombshells know the rules of the match. The sliding electric door closes shut as it locks in place. The referee holds the bombshell roulette championship high into the air. The moment he brings the belt back down, Mercedes immediately jumps Necra with several forearm shivers straight in the face. Necra tries desperately to cover up but Mercedes continues to drive her forearms hard onto the cheek of Necra.
Simone: Mercedes trying to get this match over in a fucking hurry
Adams: Necra is trying to cover up but Mercedes is looking to strip her dry.
Simone: What?
Mercedes gets off of Necra and throws her arms out to her side as the crowd is booing her like crazy. She starts playing with her hair as Necra rolls out of the ring. Her feet touch the cold concrete chamber floor as Necra looks at the solid steel mesh that is holding some very interesting weapons of choice. A smile creeps across her face as she reaches up and pulls down a longbow. She looks at the longbow before sliding back into the ring. Mercedes notices the weapon in the hands of Mercedes and begins screaming at the ref saying that is illegal.
Simone: It is obvious Mercedes has never been in a Prison Chamber match before.
Adams: Neither as Necra. What are the rules anyway?
Simone: It's basically an elimination chamber mashed with a steel cage and hell in a cell match. The only weapons allowed in the match are those inside the chamber. The gate is locked with an electric lock which can only reopen upon completion of this match. This was originally the brainchild of professional wrestling legend Dustin James Holt and now it is one of the most feared matches in the world. There is one thing about this match. Before you can get a pinfall or submission victory. Your opponent must be bleeding from any part of their body.
Adams: Good god, is this Zuri's way of getting inside the head of Mercedes.
Mercedes turns toward Necra and gets blasted in the midsection with the longbow. Necra then slams the bow across the back of Mercedes which breaks it in half. Mercedes drops chest down onto the canvas as Necra repeatedly continues to strike with both halves of the long bow across the back of Mercedes. Necra drops the halves on the canvas as she bounces off the ropes and hits a dropkick driving her boot right into the face of Mercedes. Mercedes grabs at her face as Necra slides back out of the ring again.
Simone: Mercedes started off hot but now she is ice cold.
Adams: I still think Zuri has a sick mind.
Necra waves toward the crowd as they are actually cheering for her. She continues to give the crowd some affection as Mercedes is getting her wits together. Necra walks over toward the mesh when Mercedes shoves her into the metal mesh. Necra's face meets the mesh as Mercedes begins to scrape it across the mesh. While scraping her face, Mercedes is busy screaming in Necra's ears. Mercedes glances up first as a smile comes across her face.
Simone: Oh great, even though they can't get into the ring. Those damn Mean Girls are making their way down to the ring.
Adams: You might want to hold that thought Simone.
Simone: Why do you say that?
Adams: Look
Mercedes looks up again to see Rory, Joanne, Zuri and Blanca comes out of nowhere and stands on the ramp. The momentary distraction allows Necra to drive an elbow into her sternum. She then drives Mercedes face first into the same metal mesh that has some of Necra's flesh. Cameras zoom in a bit as Necra's face is beginning to resemble a crimson mask. She takes a moment to wipe her face and sees the blood dripping off her fingers. Her eyes change from her normal color to a dark shade of red. Mercedes looks back at Necra as she unloads with several rights. Mercedes struggles to cover up as Necra continues to pound her to the ground. She backs away as the crowd is going crazy. Necra lifts up the ring apron and pulls out a bull whip.
Adams: I believe someone is about to get whipped into shape.
Simone: This match has gotten very brutal like I expected. The only thing is Mercedes will be able to win with a pinfall or submission inside the ring. Remember there is no disqualifications or count outs.
Necra cracks the bull whip which causes Mercedes to hold her ears. Necra drops the whip as she connects with a cyclone whip knocking Mercedes back first into the mesh wall. Necra then slides back into the ring and motions for the title around her waist. Mercedes stumbles back to her feet and slowly rolls back into the ring. Necra quickly lifts Mercedes and whips her into the ropes. Mercedes rebounds off the ropes, ducks the clothesline attempt and stops dead in her tracks. Necra turns her head as Mercedes catches her with a Be still my heart Super Kick which knocks Necra flat on her back. Mercedes wastes no time as she drops down, hooks the leg and the tights of Necra as Jacob Summers doesn't see the later. He slaps the canvas three times as he signals for the bell to sound.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner and still SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion....Mercedes Vargas.
Simone: Oh my god what a match. Both ladies put everything they had on the line but Mercedes is still walking out as the champion.
Adams: The Mean Girls still hold all the gold.
The electric door slides open as Mercedes is still celebrating her victory. Zuri Chastain, the arch nemesis of Mercedes, has snuck into the chamber without Mercedes even being aware of it. Zuri slides into the ring and waits for Mercedes to turn around. Right as Mercedes turns around, Zuri catches her with a straight yakuza kick knocking her flat on her back. Zuri kneels beside Mercedes and chuckles.
Zuri Chastain: Next Week, your ass is mine and then I will be taking this off you. Beware WE RUN THIS TOWN and there is nothing you can do stop us. Fear the darkness ever more.
"Run This Town" strikes up as the lights die down. The lights come back up as Mercedes is the only one left inside the ring. The crowd seems to be stunned.
Simone: What did Zuri mean?
Adams: Who knows but it should be a good fight.
Trenches by Pop Evil plays and they expect ROAR to come from the ramp
Simone: Where are they?
Adams: we were told they would be here.
The crowd goes absolutely nuts when they are seen coming from the crowd. Jeremiah fist bumps with the men and women of the Air Force, and comes to the camera and Dark Tiger does the same and then steps over the guard rail like any seven footer would. They enter the ring and Jeremiah asks for a mic, and gets one from Justin.
Jeremiah: What's up St. Louis, let me hear you ROAR!!!
the men and women of the Air Force do just that, and Jeremiah and Dark Tiger nod
Jeremiah: Now that is what I am talking about. You hear that? That is the sound of men and women of the wild blue yonder of the Air Force right there.
Simone: They know how to get the crowd worked up.
Adams: I couldn't hear you, it got too loud in here.
Jeremiah: What a PPV Violent Conduct was huh? Amazing matches that had been had, and a lot of returns happened. The only thing that bothered me was that we had a bunch of chimpanzees with make up on become champs of the Bombshell division, but that's just me.
Dark Tiger chuckles a bit and so do the crowd as they know who he was talking about.
Adams: Did you just hear what Jeremiah called the Mean Girls?
Simone: I did, and I tend to agree with him.
Jeremiah: Now, we are out here to talk about what happened in our match against the Bosom Buddies. We came so close of winning the tag titles, but you know something, we faced a Hall of Fame caliber team in the Bosom Buddies, but we took the fight to them, and we shook hands out of respect for them, because we have nothing but respect for that team. You see, we give respect when respect is earned, and without a shadow of a doubt, Bosom Buddies have got our respect. Ain't that right unc?
Jeremiah gives the mic to Dark Tiger and the chants of DT! DT! DT! can be heard from the crowd. Dark Tiger looks around and nods as he takes in the chants.
Dark Tiger: That's right Jeremiah. We fought to take the titles from Bosom Buddies, and we showed them what ROAR was all about. Even though we didn't walk out of Violent Conduct II with the belts, we went down fighting, and I have been in this business for too long not to see the resilience that Despayre has shown, and Big B has his own as well.
Jeremiah: Y'all give it up for the Bosom Buddies though.
The crowd goes nuts for the tag champs.
Jeremiah: Now, we ain't going to give up on the gold though, and we do want a rematch for those titles fellas. You see, we started this tag team not just because of the fame and the glory. We did it because we wanted to make a name for ourselves in the tag division, and what better way to do it than to beat the champs in order to be the champs. So what do you say Despayre, Big B. One more time, let's go all out for those titles. We don't mind waiting, we just want an answer.
Adams: You think they will answer?
Simone: I hope so.
Jeremiah: I got one more thing that I have to get off my chest though. Dying Breed talks about they have respect for the Mean Girls. So they won all the bombshell gold. However I am still not impressed. In my opinion, the only member of that group of chimps that has any talent is Mercedes Vargas, and it seems to me the other members of the Mean Girls are just leeching off of her talent. Anyway, That's all we got to say. Bosom Buddies, we await your answer.
Jeremiah gives the mic back to Justin as Trenches plays again and they head back thru the crowd and sees a Mean Girls Suck sign, and Jeremiah holds it up and they start chanting it.
Simone: Wow, we know where ROAR stand about the Mean Girls.
Adams: They don't like them.
Simone: Thank you Captain Obvious. We will be back.
The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pryo's explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro's to explode behind him and the fans react louder. Hot Stuff is wearing a silver business style suit. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. He looks towards Justin Decent who hands him a microphone as the music fades out.
HS: Tour two and this one is for all the military people up and down the country.
Crowd: USA! USA! USA!
Hot Stuff walks up and down the ring, looking around at the crowd.
HS: I was sitting there in the back, and I couldn't help but feel like I should come out here and talk to you all. Then I saw Misty and the midget crew and I couldn't help but think, SCW needs a midget division. So here's a call to all you little people....
"Zombie" by Breed 77 blasts through the speakers, the slow intro playing as the word move on the screen. The eyes of Gabriel appear on the screen, turning red as the heavier guitars kick in. Purple lights cut through the thick smoke starting to fill the entrance ramp. The crowd wait in anticipation, but Odette Stevens walks out on the top of the ramp. The figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of boos. Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached. Odette walks behind him and pulls the hood back from over his eyes, showing Gabriel's face. Gabriel's eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. Odette walks in front of him, opening his long coat, pulling it apart, he puts his arms to his side and Odette runs her hands down his body. Gabriel turns his head to her, with a simple nod, they start to walk to the ring. Gabriel gets outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel and Odette stands inside. Gabriel glares towards Justin as he holds a second microphone. Odette pulls it from his fingers and hands it to her husband. Gabriel pauses and looks at Hot Stuff with disgust.
Gabriel: Midgets? Really? You come out here to ramble on about a midget division?
Gabriel looks at Odette who looks at Hot Stuff, shaking her head in disappointment.
Gabriel: You used to be the feared boss and now you're reduced to talking about midgets, because the woman with a gambling problem put that stupid idea in to your head.
Hot Stuff runs his free hand through his hair, looking at Gabriel and then at Odette.
HS: To be fair, I think these people would much rather see midgets tear strips off each other than listen to another one of your boring conspiracy theories.
The crowd burst out in cheers as Gabriel looks irate.
Gabriel: Let's just cut the shit, you know why I'm really here "boss". You know I didn't come down here to send you the same way I sent your little buddy Christian, because you chose retirement before I could get to you.
Hot Stuff smirks, raising his mic to his lips.
HS: Like you was ever good enough to get in the ring with me.
Hot Stuff leans forward to Gabriel, his face next to the magician's ear.
HS: In fact your damn lucky I'm letting you stand in my ring right now.
Gabriel leans back, looking Hot Stuff up and down as Odette runs her hands over her husbands chest.
Gabriel: That's the thing boss man, I don't wanna be in your ring anymore, I don't want to be standing here in front of these people. Hell, they might be military, but they go home just like everyone else and act moronic. I don't want to entertain these trained murderers.
The crowd viciously boo Gabriel as he looks around them.
Crowd: You're an asshole! You're an asshole!
Gabriel: Ah, god back shooting people with towels on their head, that's all you're good for. Too stupid to get a smart job.
The crowd again boo Gabriel as he looks back at Hot Stuff.
Gabriel: I want out, I want out of this company, I want out of the damn country that supports these terrorists and justifies them by using another name. I want you to fire me right here and right now.
Crowd: Fire that bastard! Fire that bastard!
Simone: Fire that bastard!
Adams: Belinda and the crowd doing a duet there.
Hot Stuff leans away from Gabriel, slowly shaking his head.
HS: Well, you sure know how to make friends.
Gabriel tries to open his mouth, but Hot Stuff cuts him off.
HS: Shut your damn mouth before I fill it with my boot!
The crowd cheer loudly as a serious look crosses Hot Stuff's face.
HS: You wanna go from here, fine with me, get the fuck out of my ring, my company, take your crocodile Dundee loving bird with ya and never put your face in SCW again.
The crowd cheer as Gabriel smiles, mouthing the words "Thank you" to Hot Stuff. He turns to leave the ring, but Hot Stuff clears his throat, causing him to stop.
HS: Thing is though, it's not that simple.
Gabriel turns back to face Hot Stuff.
HS: See, I just can't fire you if there's any objections from people in power, by that, I mean Erik Staggs and Christian Underwood.
Gabriel narrows his eyes at Hot Stuff as Hot Stuff smirks.
HS: Soooooooo any objections?
EMF's "Unbelievable" suddenly blares across the stadium's sound system and the crowd ignites, standing on their feet and cheering while all eyes turn to the stage atop the entrance aisle! Christian Underwood steps out onto the stage and is immediately greeted with louder cheers and fanfare by the capacity crowd as he pumps his fist and moves his body to the beat of the music!
Adams: I think ol' "Hot Stuff" might get his answer here and now!
Clad in a violet dress shirt and white slacks, Christian stares ahead at the ring and those within it before he starts down towards the ring, slapping hands along the way! Arriving at the ringside area, he then climbs up the steps and once on the ring apron, he pauses to look out to the fans before he turns his back and moves his backside to the music. He then turns his back around against the ring and steps through the ropes, his face suddenly one that is all business. The cheers quiet down as Christian approaches his business partner in Mark ward who passes the house mic over to him and holds his hands out to him, giving him the proverbial floor.
Christian: Objections? Hell! Why should anyone around here have any objections? I mean, why would anyone in their right mind object to having this douche bag hanging around SCW -- and why would we not want Gabriel around either?
The fans cheer and laugh as Odette's lovely faces turns hostile at the insult thrown in her direction. She starts to take a step forward but Gabriel grabs her by her arms and 'restrains' her and he then points at Christian, about to say something when Underwood holds up his hand in surrender.
Christian: I'm sorry Gabriel. That was uncalled for, referring to the missus as a douche bag. I didn't mean to insult her like that.
He shrugs.
Christian: I mean, I honesty thought you knew she was one.
The fans again cheer as Mark tries to hide his smirk behind a hand over his mouth as Gabriel shuffles his wife behind him and takes a step forward.
Christian: What? What are you going to do there Gabriel? Defend the little woman's honor? Hm? I mean, that is what kick started this whole thing between you and myself, now isn't it? Well, that and a chair and damn near blinding me...
Gabriel: Yeah. And as i recall, I beat your sorry ass from pillar to post before i pinned you, just like that!
Odette smiles and nods, pointing toward Christian, mocking his loss to her husband.
Christian: With ... your wife's help all through the match.
Gabriel smiles and holds his hands out.
Gabriel: Hey! Whatever it takes to win.
Christian: And what it took was hiding under your wife's skirt and enduring the smell. So I have to commend you on your bravery for putting up with something like that man. Bravo!
Christian claps his hands as Gabriel's brow furrows in a deep frown. Before he can respond, Christian turns to address Mark.
Christian: You're asking if anyone has any objections towards firing Gabriel? Well it's like i said, Mark; who in their right mind would want to keep this asshole anywhere around SCW! But then again...
Christian looks at Gabriel.
Christian: Nobody ever really said I was in my right mind before, have they?
Mark blinks and looks back and forth between the two and Gabriel frowns.
Christian: So why the hell would I want to bother giving you what you want? Why would I want to let you go and see you flitter off back to London or wherever when I can keep you right here and make your life an ever lasting torment? You want to go around and lay claim that I'm protecting certain people while dragging your name through the mud, when deep down I've been one of the ones TRYING to keep you around and see you back up on top where I had always felt you belonged -- but without HER!
Christian points at Odette. H shakes his head and smiles.
Christian: So no, Gabriel. I have no intention of releasing you, even after everything you've done or said to me to try and get me to do so! You can infer that you're some master of mental manipulations or what ever makes you feel better about yourself, but I've been screwing with people's minds long before you ever started in this business! So no. You're not going anywhere. You're staying right here. You're going to be a good boy and compete wherever Mark and I say. Whenever we say.
Gabriel smiles and shakes his head in the negative.
Gabriel: Yeah. maybe then you can explain how exactly you intend to make me do that? I mean... *scoffs* My contract ran out after Violent Conduct II. So why exactly should I stick around here in the minor leagues?
Christian starts to fish around in his pocket.
Christian: well you see, about that... as much as I want you to stay where I can keep a close eye on you, there's someone else around SCW that wants you to stay even more. Someone I think you used against me a time or two, but that's all water under the bridge.
Christian pulls out a folded piece of paper and holds it up in Gabriel's face.
Christian: Look familiar?
He unfolds he paper to reveal the familiar red crayon writing and Gabriel's eyebrows slowly rise as he comes to understand.
Christian: I seem to recall you once telling me that something like this was a legally binding contract, and that little brother of yours wants you to stay in the absolute WORST way! So he had a little meeting with Erik where they hashed out the details of a contract, and well, looks like you signed it.
Gabriel is fuming and he makes a snatch for the paper but Christian pulls it away from his grasp and hands it to Mark.
Christian: Sorry to be the one to tell you this Gabriel... actually, no. I'm looking forward to telling you this. But you aren't going anywhere!
Gabriel glares at Christian, his eyes narrowed as a look of anger crosses his face.
Christian: Oh! One last thing!
Without warning, Christian slaps the shit out of Gabriel with a hard, open handed bitch slap across the face, knocking him against the ropes!
Christian: THAT ... is for what you said about our Armed Forces you asshole!
The crowd cheers as "Unbelievable" starts up again and Christian salutes Mark and steps out of the ring and makes his exit.
Simone: We've had a great night of action here tonight in St. Louis and now we will cap off the evening with a huge Six Man Tag Team Match!
Adams: In one corner we have the SCW Champion Drake Green and the SCW Tag Team Champions the Bosom Buddies, in the other corner we have "The Mental Rapist" Sean Jackson and Casey Williams' proteges Dying Breed!
Simone: Let's not waste any time and take it to Justin!
Justin: The following is your main event and is a Six Man Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall!
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, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings.
#Watch out
#you might get what you're after
#Cool babies?
#Strange but not a stranger
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy?
#burning down the house
Justin: Introducing first...weighing in at 230 pounds, he is Chicago's own, he is The Man of the People and the reigning SCW 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.
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 St. Louis!!
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 Main Event Maker and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!
Crowd: Showtime!
Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?
Crowd: Showtime!
Drake: People of St. Louis, 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 eagerly awaits his partners.
Justin: And his partners!
"Let's fake an answer for the curious
Let's fake it all for the fame
They'll think delivering was easy
Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies"
The immediate beat of the cult classic "Opticon" by Orgy lights up over the sound system and the crowd ignites with a fury of cheers as they know who is about to arrive. The crowd erupts in cheers as the curtains atop the stage are thrust wide open and out steps Synn, as he holds the drapes wide for the next arrival, and onto the stage emerges Big B -- with his tag team partner Despayre riding 'piggy back' astride his wide shoulders, and Angel being held high in Despaye's own hands.
Justin: Accompanied by Angel and Synn, at a total combined weight of 463lbs they are the reigning SCW Tag Team Champions, Big B, Despayre, they are The Bosom Buddies!
Simone: Big B and Despayre have been facing some tough competition since they started teaming up and especially now that they have the tag team titles!
Adams: They defeated ROAR at Violent Conduct II two weeks ago and tonight they face the team that ROAR defeated to get that shot!
"Message from Opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time
Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time"
Synn leads the way as the new tag team combination of the 'Bosom Buddies' makes their way down to ringside, Big B continuing to carry Despayre on his shoulders the entire way, while Despayre carries Angel on his own.
"New alien spawn we reinvent the dawn
And no one's style compares
Those neon eyes make mom and dad think
That we've lost our minds
They're just terrified of all new things"
They arrive at ringside and Synn climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open. Big B lowers Despayre so his teammate can climb off and drop to the apron where he scrambles inside of the ring, followed closely by Big B. Despayre grabs the ropes and shakes them while head banging to the beat of the music as B just stands there calmly, watching his little buddy. Synn then steps through the ropes and leads the team over toward their allotted corner while they await the start of the match while the music trails off.
"Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time
Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time"
Justin: And their opponents!
V/o: "Scott Air Force Base, Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.
A hush falls over the park as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the arena. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well-known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...
"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"
As the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well-known with this theme....
The Mental Rapist
Justin: First, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 220ibs he is "The Mental Rapist" Sean Jackson!
Through the crimson mist, the fans can see two people making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena erupts into boos as the two people are quickly recognized as Sean Jackson and the evil Jezebeth Vanessa. Jackson is motionless while Vanessa stands bladed, her curves showing up beautifully against the backdrop. Sean is completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.
"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."
His face remains stoic as only God knows what's floating around in that screwed up head of his, especially with the Vietnamese darkling at his side. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.
They begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of Vanessa's dark Vietnamese skin and cast a pale reflection on Jackson. Vanessa wearing a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well-toned legs and cleavage while Jackson is dressed in a black shirt with the HSI logo on the front. He is also wearing black trunks with red HSI lettering with gold trim.
As soon as they enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside, much to the approval of a clapping Vanessa, he then hops down off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.
Simone: Many would love to see a title match between Drake and Sean especially after the epic battles they had at Violent Conduct II.
Adams: Even so Sean has a long way to go before then!
Justin: And his partners!
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.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Casey Williams, at a total combined weight of 472ibs, Andrew Garcia, Ivan Darrel, they are Dying Breed!
Simone: Dying Breed has been on a losing streak as of late, not just in Tag Team competition but in singles competition!
Adams: And they are hoping to turn that around here tonight!
"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.
Simone: This should be a fantastic match up!
Adams: Wait, what's Drew doing?
Before he calls for the bell Drew calls Casey and Vanessa over to him and they share confused looks before they walk over to him, once they are close enough Drew points to the entrance ramp making his message loud and clear.
Simone: Drew's ejecting Casey and Vanessa before the match even starts!
Adams: I guess he wants to make sure that we get a fair contest for the Main Event!
Casey and Vanessa immediately start arguing with Drew about it and their respective clients join in the bickering, Drew however isn't intimidated by the much bigger men and he makes his message loud and clear to the team.
Drew: Either they head to the showers or I'll award the match to the champs right now!
The crowd pops for Drew's statement and despite further arguments from Dying Breed and Sean Jackson Casey and Vanessa leave the ring and head to the backstage area, once they are out of view Drew calls for the bell and the two teams rush each other starting a wild brawl!
Simone: They aren't wasting any time here.
Adams: And that's just making Drew's job harder.
In one corner Garcia is trading blows with Big B whilst Ivan and Despayre are brawling near the ring ropes and Drake and Sean are trading blows in the middle of the ring, eventually Dying Breed are able to use underhanded tactics to get the upper hand as Ivan rakes Desparye's eyes before sending him to the outside of the ring whilst Andrew is able to sneak in a low blow and tosses Big B to the outside.
Simone: They didn't even need their managers to resort to such tactics.
Adams: If this were under Battle Royal Rules then Drake would be in big trouble here!
Simone: I think he's in big trouble regardless.
Ivan and Garcia bide their time waiting for a perfect opportunity to strike and they soon get it as Drake tries to set Sean up for the Show's Over after managing to sneak in a boot to the midsection and they pounce breaking up Drake's attempt at his finisher before he can even hook both arms and drive him to their corner, Sean soon joins in and a three on one beating ensues.
Simone: Isn't Drew going to step in?
Adams: He's trying but those three men were already angry at him for sending their managers to the back!
Jason's right as Drew's many attempts to break up the three-on-one assault are only met with angry glares from the members of Dying Breed and Sean Jackson, eventually the assault is broken up but not by Drew as The Bosom Buddies are able to grab the feet of the members of Dying Breed who they were brawling with earlier and drag them out of the ring to resume their brawl.
Simone: Finally some order!
Adams: But is it too late for Drake?
Sean drags Drake out of his team's corner and goes for a cover making sure to hook both legs whilst he is at it 1….2…..and Drake kicks out.
Simone: I guess that answers that question!
Adams: Drake's the champ for a good reason!
Sean argues with Drew over a slow count but Drew isn't having any of it, Sean threatens to punch Drew if he screws him over but this only gives Drake a chance to roll up Sean Jackson 1….2….and Ivan dives in to break it up.
Simone: How did he get away from Despayre?
Adams: The brawls have been broken up and both teams are in their respective corners that's how.
This time Ivan doesn't argue with Drew as he's being sent to his corner and it soon becomes apparent why as Sean drags Drake to his team's corner and tags in Ivan who starts stomping away at Drake as he's perched in the corner, getting an idea who picks up Drake and sets him up in the tree of woe and nods to his teammates before going over the provoke the Bosom Buddies in the most unsubtle way possible.
Simone: Did he just call them gay in the middle of a Yo Mamma joke?!
Adams: That's impressive!
The Bosom Buddies, off course, take exception to this and storm into the ring, at that point Ivan grabs Drew and uses him as a human shield distracting him whilst his teammates go to work on Drake in the corner, Andrew's on the outside and is pulling Drake's head back whilst Sean delivers punches to Drake's midsection only stopping when the Bosom Buddies calm down and get back on the ring apron prompting Ivan to let go of Drew whilst Drake drops down to the matt.
Simone: Things aren't looking good for Drake!
Adams: Or his team! Sean and Dying Breed have been in control of the match for most of it!
Ivan drags Drake out of the corner and goes for a cover 1….2….and Drake kicks out! Like Sean before him Ivan immediately starts arguing with Drew but Drew isn't having any of it, rather than let Drake roll him up however Ivan delivers a stiff shot to Drake's midsection before tagging in Andrew.
Simone: Very good teamwork from Sean and Dying Breed!
Adams: Dying Breed is making a very good case for why they should get a title shot against the Bosom Buddies right now!
Drake tries to get to his corner to tag in either of his partners but Andrew quickly grabs onto his leg stopping him in his tracks Andrew quickly pulls him in and hits Drake with a Full Nelson Suplex dropping Drake right on his head.
Simone: Finally! There's a traditional wrestling move in this match.
Adams: Andrew's holding on for the cover!
1….2…..and Drake still kicks out, this time Andrew corners Drew demanding to know why he's out to screw them over but Drew, once again, stands his ground whilst Sean tries to get Garcia to tag him in before Drake recovers, however the message gets to Andrew to late as Drake spins him around and starts laying into him with rights and lefts.
Adams: You spin me right round baby, right round like a record baby, round round…..
Simone: Please shut up before I get that song stuck in my head!
Drew manages to get out of the way in time as Drake backs Andrew into the corner and starts laying into him, Andrew shoves him away and charges in looking for a clothesline presumably but we never find out as Drake hits him with the Showstopper!
Simone: The Showstopper!
Adams: But Drake has taken too much damage!
Drew quickly starts the count as Andrew and Drake's team members try to cheer them on, Andrew gets his corner first and tags in Ivan but Ivan isn't able to get to Drake in time to prevent the tag to Big B and the big man enters the ring fists a flying, Ivan runs right into a clothesline turning him inside out.
Simone: And Big B's in the match!
Adams: And as Ivan has just found out that's bad news for them.
Big B goes for a cover 1….2….and Andrew breaks it up, Sean charges in to attempt their earlier tactics on Big B but B backdrops Andrew over the top rope and to the outside whilst Drake blind tags himself in, Sean then proceeds to clothesline himself and Big B to the outside and Despayre enters the ring only to bounce off the far ropes and hits a Suicide Dive on Sean Jackson taking him down, Drake enters the ring and Ivan tries to cheap shot him.
Simone: Drake ducks under the clothesline…..
Adams: Show's Over!
This time the Double Underhook DDT hits its mark and no one's around to stop Drake from making the pin 1….2….3!
Justin: Here are your winners, Drake Green and The Bosom Buddies!
Simone: Great match!
Adams: And Dying Breed's bad luck continues!
Drake leaves the ring to celebrate with his partners whilst Dying Breed and Sean Jackson recover.
Adams: Wow! What a main event!
Simone: But that's all we have time for this week, we'll see you all next week as the tour continues!
THANK YOU! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Court, The Lord MK, Horace, ROAR, Necra, Marge, Sean Jackson, Roxi, Geno, Blaque Hart, Sam and to Vixen for the great match banners and to everyone involved in making this show great!