The crowd is alive with energy inside of The Joint in Las Vegas, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight then begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the fairgrounds at all of the fans filling the grandstand and the rows of seats around the grounds itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the famous The Joint right here in Las Vegas, Nevada, and welcome to our very special milestone here in Sin City Wrestling! Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, is the ONE HUNDREDTH edition of "Climax Control"!
The crowd stands and roars in approval as Justin beckons them for louder cheers and they oblige!
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Justin: Now please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The fans cheer as Amanda walks out with a pair of glasses on and dressed in a tasteful blue business suit for women. She is accompanied by five young, college age men dressed in black lycra and makeup. The music starts and the five men begin to move ala the Robert Palmer women and Amanda's performance begins.
Amanda: All the broken hearts in the world still beat
I'm a little let down but I'm not dead
All the broken hearts in the world still beat
Chase girls, chase boys, chase boys, chase girls
I'm a little bit home but I'm not there yet
All the broken hearts in the world still beat
Chase girls, chase boys, chase boys, chase girls
I got two hands, one beating heart
All the broken hearts in the world still beat
(Oh everything is going to be fine
Ohh, it's all the same thing
Let's not make it harder than it has to be
Ohh, it's all the same thing
Girls chase boys chase girls
Girls chase boys chase girls
There's a little bit more that has to be said
You played me now I play you too
Let's just call it over
Let's not make it harder than it has to be
Ohh, it's all the same thing
Girls chase boys chase girls
Girls chase boys chase girls
It's one to forgive but it's hard to forget
Don't call me, I won't call you too
Let's just call it over
Let's not make it harder than it has to be
Ohh, it's all the same thing
Girls chase boys chase girls
Girls chase boys chase girls
And I'll be alright
I'm gonna be alright
Yeah I got two hands, one beating heart
And I'll be alright
I'm gonna be alright
Let's not make it harder than it has to be
Ohh, it's all the same thing
Girls chase boys chase girls
Girls chase boys chase girls
Oh everybody loves you baby)
All the broken hearts in the world still beat
Let's not make it harder than it has to be
Ohh, it's all the same thing
Girls chase boys chase girls
Girls chase boys chase girls
Girls chase boys chase girls
The song comes to a close and Amanda takes a sweeping bow to the capacity crowd that cheers her on and applauds yet another fun filled performance!
Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control one hundred! We've hit this great milestone and we're glad you're here with us! I'm Belinda Simone.
Adams: And I'm so excited, I could make the arena's first three rows a splash zone, but you can call me Jason Adams!
Simone: Disgusting Jason! We have eleven matches here for you all tonight and we kick things off with tag team action as R.O.A.R takes on Steve Ramone and Connor Murphy!
Adams: Our tag team division is heating up lately and these two teams are gonna show ya how hot we're getting.
Simone: Former SCW Heavyweight Champion Gene Banton Jr returns to ring action this week, but he's in for a tough ride as he takes on Blaque Hart Bruce Evans.
Adams: Blaque Hart's stock is very much on the rise in SCW after High Stakes IV, and tonight, he tries to keep the momentum going.
Simone: Joint number one contenders to the Bombshell Tag Team Championship, The Fallen, take to the ring tonight, as they go up against the lethal lottery combo of Jade Manendez-Arcador teams up with Crystal Hilton.
Adams: The Fallen are determined to prove they should be the only number one contenders, and they could be looking to make an example out of Jade and Crystal
Simone: Delia Darling will be joining us on commentary for our next match, joy oh joy, as she will be guest commentator as Roxi Johnson take on Necra Octavian Kane.
Adams: Delia isn't that bad. Well, for the most part. Necra and Roxi are two experienced bombshells that know each other well. These two will be putting on a show.
Simone: Mixed tag team action up next, as Jemma Asar makes her SCW debut, teaming with her brother Gabriel Asar, to go up against the sunshine of SCW Melody Grace and the angriest man on the planet, Rage.
Adams: We've seen a lot of odd teams in SCW, but I've never seen such opposites when you look at Melody and Rage. Rage has had his problems with Gabriel Asar, and this will be the first time they will be in the ring together.
Simone: Bombshell Roulette title on the line as long time champion, Mercedes Vargas has not one, but two challengers, in triple threat action. She will have to defend against Traci Patterson and rival, Zuri Chastain.
Adams: Zuri's been dying to get in the ring with Mercedes again, and tonight she gets her wish, but Traci has her eyes on the prize too, there are no friends in this one.
Simone: The Players Club and The Seven Deadly Sins have had their problems but tonight for the first time, a Players Club member goes one on one with a member of the Sins as JT Midas goes one on one with Gabriel.
Adams: These are two huge members of each side, and Gabriel took the first shot on JT by attacking him last week on Climax Control. Will JT get revenge or will Gabriel continue to beat everything put in his way.
Simone: Hate drives the masses of SCW and there's a lot of hate surrounding Equinox and Power Play. Tonight we have a good old fashioned grudge match, as Equinox gets his hands on Giani Di Luca.
Adams: Giani turned on Equinox at High Stakes IV and Equinox has made it clear he will be doing all he can to get revenge. Tonight he has that chance.
Simone: SCW Heavyweight title rematch! That's right, we have Sean Jackson making his first title defense against the man he took the title from, Drake Green.
Adams: Drake demanded his rematch, Jackson gave it to him. Tonight they explode in the ring, one on one, winner take all. Sean will have to be at his very best to keep hold of his title.
Simone: Two alumni battle royals will finish our show, one for the bombshells, one for the men. Nine former SCW bombshells return. Kittie, Brandi Shotze, Emma Rose, Faith, Cookie S'mores, Karina Koji, Laura Jackson, Amanda Cortez and surprisingly, Liz Smalls return.
Adams: So much great talent in that ring.
Simone: And returning for the men, Max Burke, Casey Williams, Jamie Staggs, Ben Jordan, Aleksei Koji, Goth, Ethan Brody, Prime Time Matthew Kennedy and Jordan Williams!
Adams: Amazing!
Simone: Everyone just wanted to be on our show.
Adams: Well let's not keep them waiting! Let's GOOOOOOOOOOO!
POP. POP. POP. POP.
The gunshots fired off signaling the start of "Expect the Unexpected" by Cassidy. The fans erupted in a mixture of cheers and boos. 'The Gold Standard' Caleb Houston slowly made his way out onto the entrance ramp. The crowd reaction got louder as he stood there for a second looking around. He was dressed in a pair of black sneakers, faded blue jeans, and a black 'Contract Killer' t-shirt on. 'The Gold Standard' stood at the top of the ramp for a few seconds looking irritated as he looked around at the crowd.
Simone: What the hell is he doing here? He isn't even booked what is he doing backstage.
Adams: From the chatter in the back Caleb Houston has not been in a good mood this week. This should be interesting.
Simone: We really need better security at these events.
Caleb slowly made his way down the ramp. Fans reaching out to grab him as he did so. His gaze still focused on his surroundings. Not really paying attention to the crowd next to him. Caleb slowly made his way to ring placing his right hand on the mat as he got there. He ran his hand along the canvas as he made his way over to the steps. Caleb shot a look of disgust at the fans sitting ringside before shaking his head and climbing up the steps. Caleb placed his hand on the top turnbuckle as he climbed up to the top. He pounded on his chest two times before raising his right fist into the air. Caleb then hopped down into the ring making his way over to the far corner calling out of a microphone.
Adams: Looks like Caleb has a few things to say tonight!
Simone: Great???. Doesn't he talk enough on twitter as it is?
Caleb grabbed the mic from the ring crew and made a cut symbol across his neck signaling he wanted the music to stop. He circled around the ring as the music slowly came to a stop. He stood there holding the mic close to his chest looking around at the crowd as the slowly began to quiet down. When they did he raised the mic to his mouth.
Caleb Houston: So???. Climax Control 100.
Caleb said. When this words escaped his mouth the crowd went absolutely nuts. He looked out at them for a few seconds as the crowd was chanting "S..C???W" at the top of their lungs. Caleb reached into the pocket of his jeans, and pulled out a piece of paper which he unfolded, and looked down at as he began to speak.
Caleb Houston: You know, this card here tonight is being billed as the biggest show in the history of SCW. But as I look down at the names booked on this card. Well, quite frankly is pretty damn weak.
As Caleb uttered these words the crowd immediately began booing him. It was not secret that these fans valued their superstars. Especially the alumni returning for the Battle Royal. Caleb just shook his head a bit.
Caleb Houston: As I look over this card and see names like Steve Ramone, Gene Banton, Equinox booked. Not to mention two scrubs from the seven cowardly sins booked I just wonder a bit what the management was thinking. Out of the 30 plus people booked on this card the only two who are worth the air they breathe are JT Midas, and Liz Smalls. Every other name I just say ..who? You can't hype a card up saying it's the best in the history of your company when the best wrestler in the history of your company isn't even booked. Caleb Houston ??? me. Is the best superstar you have SCW. I am the savior of your company.
Simone: Look at this kid. One match and he already thinks he's the best the SCW has to offer.
Adams: I think he has every right to say that. I mean did you see the impact he's made since he came to the company. First the total decimation of Chris Shipman. Not to mention he and JT made quick work of Gavin Stephens, and Alex Kaelin last week.
Simone: The only one of those three you just mentioned who means anything is Chris Shipman.
Caleb Houston: First, let's take a look one of the night's main events. Sean Jackson vs Drake Green. For the SCW heavyweight title. Could a title match be any less relevant?
First you have the self-titled "Mr. Showtime" Drake Green. Let's face it Drake the only reason your even in this business is because you have family ties. It has nothing to do with your abilities. How much did you pay management to get your hands on that title? Did you give them the whole pouty I'm an orphan story? You know the whole my family all died I need something to keep me going sob story. NO ONE CARES. Keep working to live up to your dad's unsuccessful career. I'm sure he's jumping with joy inside the box he was buried in.
Simone: Does this kid have any class?
At this point the fans are booing Caleb. Throwing trash in the ring at him. Caleb is just standing there with a smirk on his face. He began to kick some of the trash out of the ring.
Caleb Houston: No need to throw your trash in the ring. There will be plenty of that in here shortly.
Adams: Caleb isn't holding any punches tonight. This is great!
Caleb Houston: Now, we have the current SCW Heavyweight Champion. Sean Jackson. In a different life Sean might be a cool dude. Just not here. Talk about an unsuccessful career. I feel like there is a million things I could sit here, and say about you. Not even worth spending my time on you. Because, even as much as it pains me to say this, Drake Green will be taking that title back home with him tonight.
The fans instantly began screaming, and marking out as Caleb uttered that last sentence. He had a very disgusted look on his face after having to say to those words.
Caleb Houston: Moving on..
Caleb said to quiet the crowd a bit.
Caleb Houston: Seems like we have a little war beginning to form in front of us. See a few weeks ago at High Stakes when the players club first attacked Chris Shipman we weren't trying to draw a line in the sand. But, with the events that have unfolded since that night it seems like the line is there. Trust me sins this isn't a fight you want. JT, Hydro, and I only have one thing on our minds right now. You're throwing yourselves in front of the bus right now. It's only a matter of time before we expose each and every one of you as the frauds you are. It starts tonight when JT steps into the ring with Gabriel. It ends with each and every one of you laying in a pool of your own blood.
The fans were slowly beginning to change their tone towards Caleb's as the boos were slowly beginning to turn into cheers. It's amazing how short of a memory these fans had.
Simone: Does this kid know when to shut up? He just took a beating from the sins last week and right away he's back out here spouting his trash.
Adams: I wouldn't exactly call that a beating. Didn't you see him smiling the whole time?!
Caleb Houston: Since last week some clown named Synn has a felt a little tingling in his nutsack. Feeling like he might have a chance to be a man. Synn talking out of your neck isn't going to do anything for your career. You may feel like the sins got the upper hand last week, but actually I think it's the other way around. It's obvious the Players Club has got inside your head. Just like we did to Stephens and Kaelin. You saw exactly how that worked out for them. Keep running your mouth. Keep that feeling inside your nuts. Because eventually you won't be able to hide behind any of your friends. You won't be able to hide behind a keyboard. Will you be as tough as you think you are when you start getting punched in the mouth? Not likely. You'll turn into a bitch just like everyone else I've laid my hands on.
Caleb began to pace around the ring a bit. The fans going absolutely nuts for him at this point.
Caleb Houston: You better get the toe tags, and body bags ready. Cause I'm comin for blood.
Caleb dropped the mic onto the mat as "Expect the Unexpected" began to blare through the PA system. Caleb made his way over to the ropes, and climbed out of the ring. As he made his way up the ramp he noticed a fan holding a sign for the sins. Caleb made his way over to the fan, and grabbed the sign out of his hands. He looked at it for a second laughing before he ripped it up and tossed it on the ground.
We find our way backstage to see Giani Di Luca walking down the hallway of the club. He has a bottle of Smart Water in his hand as his chest glistens in the florescent lights. There is a serious look on his face as he flings his bag over his shoulder, searching for the locker room. He hears a whistling noise from down the hallway, and he narrows his eyes as he brings his attention down the hallway. With a roll of the eyes, he shakes his head and turns down the corner, just to avoid the person on the other side of the hall.
Jamie Staggs: Gi, Gi! I wouldn't go that way, dude???
Giani stares ahead of himself, just in time to see a trip wire inches from his foot. He slowly looks up above his head to see a bucket, and he retracts his foot, taking a deep breath as he turns around and begins walking his original path. He walks past Jamie, bumping into him, sending the former SCW star into the wall. Jamie's eyes widen in anger, but he takes a few deep breaths.
Jamie: Practice your zen techniques, Jamie??? Deep breaths??? He's gonna get what's coming to him.
Jamie closes his eyes before a toothy grin comes over his face. He does his signature smirk as he quietly waves for the camera to follow after him and Giani. As we rush down the hallway, there is a loud splat noise that echoes through the halls. Jamie bursts into laughter as we find Giani standing in the middle of a giant puddle of brown sludge. Jamie pulls a canister out of his jacket pocket and he sprays whipped cream on top of Giani's head as he stands completely still. And to top it off, Jamie places a cherry on top.
Jamie: I call this one Banana Splits!
Giani: That makes no sense dawg.
Giani shakes his head as he sneers at Jamie. Before he can do anything else, Giani steps on a banana peel, and slips down, practically flopping around in the chocolate syrup as the fans erupt into laughs. Jamie smacks his own legs as he nearly falls over laughing. He points at Giani as the former champion slides around a bit before returning to a vertical base.
Jamie: Dude, you shoulda seen your face! That was epic??? Oh, by the way??? YOU JUST GOT Di???
Giani flings the syrup from off of his face, seeing clearly now, as he plants a punch right to Jamie's face, stunning the former star! The crowd is shocked at this, almost as much as Jamie, who holds his jaw as he looks at Giani with a look of betrayal. Giani grabs onto Jamie's shirt collar and slams him hard into one wall before repeating this into the other wall. Jamie rebounds, trying for a Clothesline, but Giani ducks it and picks Jamie up, body slamming him onto the floor. He instantly drags Jamie back up to his feet and flings him backward, following with it before flinging Jamie down into the large puddle of syrup. As Jamie hits the ground, Giani jumps on Jamie's back, riding him like a surf board for several feet before he jumps off. As he does, J2H and JN Ringo come into view, and the three of them begin stomping away at Jamie. Ringo picks Jamie up off of the ground and nails him in the face with a punch, sending him over to J2H, who chops him across the chest. He turns right into an uppercut from Giani. Security quickly comes onto the scene, but this doesn't stop them from picking Jamie up off of the ground. Ringo smashes Jamie's face into the wall as J2H hits a low Shoulder butt, taking Jamie off of his feet. Giani has the whipped cream, and he growls as he lets the cream fly out all over Jamie before Security puts a barrier between the three, and Jamie. Giani thinks about stepping past them, but he shows some control now, but his eyes widen.
Giani: How was that, funny man? Ya think I'm a freakin' joke?! Huh? Don't FUCK with Power Play!
Security starts to escort the three away when they shrug their hands off. They turn and leave of their own accord, looking back only to admire their handiwork.
Simone: That seemed a little over the top, even for Power Play???
Adams: Jamie Staggs is known for his backstage antics, but never before have we seen someone retaliate like that. It was definitely too much. I hope Jamie is okay to compete in the Battle Royal later tonight!
A spotlight is shone on the ramp as Dark Tiger and Jeremiah stand on the ramp, and they head down the ring. The Fans go wild for them, and Jeremiah fist bumps with the fans.
Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen. Making their way to the ring, Being accompanied to the ring by Diamond, at a total combined weight of 535 lbs. "Big Tiger" Jeremiah Hardin, "the Beast of Darkness" Dark Tiger. They are Rebels on a Rampage, R.O.A.R!!!!!
Dark Tiger steps over the ring ropes and Jeremiah lowers the ropes for Diamond as she enters and he enters the ring and they get in the ring, and Diamond rips off Jeremiah's camo pants to reveal his wrestling gear and she kisses Jeremiah and she leaves the ring. Dark Tiger pats Jeremiah on the back as they wait on their opponents
Justin: And their opponents introducing first... weighing in at 200 pounds... from Queens New York..... Steveeeee Ramooooneeee
"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 as they wait for Steve's opponent.
Justin: And his tag team partner...
Warrior's Code by Dropkick Murphys begins to play as Connor Murphy comes out on stage, one arm shaking with the beat over his head as the other pulls his cigarette from his lips while holding a red solo cup. Starting down towards the ring, he jokes and smirks at the fans.
Justin: Hailing from Ottawa Ontario Canada, Connor MURPHY!
Connor stops part way around the ring at the announcers table to take one final puff of his cigarette then looks for something to put it out in. With a smirk and a nod at Belinda, he motions putting out the cigarette in her drink only to wave it off and put his glass down on the table and drop the butt into it. Climbing into the ring, he wipes at his nose then smirks for the fans again.
Steve, Connor, Jeremiah and Sebastian all stand together in the center of the ring. ROAR work together as a collected unit as they decide to send it Sebastian first up. While Steve and Connor take their time working out who is going to start this thing.Adams: The boys from nXt are wasting some time here Belinda.
Simone: Not sure why they are carrying on like this.
It doesn't take long for Sebastian to get sick of waiting around, approaching the two New Xtremes Sebastian reaches out grabs onto Connor making his own pick on who will start off tonight. Sebastian hand a handful of Connor's head as he drags him across the ring and smashes it into the closet turnbuckle. The referee calls for the bell and this one is on its way.
DING DING DING!
Adams: Well like it or not Connor is in this thing to start with.
Simone: Sebastian not really giving the boys a choice to pick.
Steve and Jeremiah quickly leave the ring as this one gets underway, via the referees orders. As Connor bounces back off the turn buckle for the fourth time and Sebastian scoops him up a delayed side walk slam. While he is down Sebastian hooks the leg of Connor applying pressure looking a sneaky early on here.
1...
2...
NO! Connor leaps out of the pin fall. Sebastian is quick to his feet as is Connor now both men are standing toe to toe in the ring. They both instantly look up and Sebastian is quick to overpower Connor tossing him across the ring like he is nothing.
Simone: Sebastian is an animal... look at the size of him.
Connor doesn't stay down he gets back up and charges toward Sebastian, Sebastian is ready and waiting bent down looking to flip Connor over his back but Connor sees this and comes crashing it with a set of fury kicks to the side of Sebastian's head. Sebastian stumbles back into the ropes and Connor runs at him again running in with a high knee that connects with Sebastian's midsection. Sebastian drops to the canvas and Connor starts to hail down on his back with stiff vicious kicks.
Adams: Smart move here by Connor wearing him down.
Simone: Sebastian is still moving though.
Sebastian is rolling around the ring trying to break away from Connor who is nailing him with kicks, Sebastian just makes a run for it as he gets back to his feet in a crouched position her attempts to run win for a low spear but Connor catches him and brings him back down the canvas with a Russian Leg Sweep. Connor is on fire as he bursts out with a ball of energy firing up the fans.
Crowd: NXT, NXT, NXT, NXT, NXT, NXT!!!!
Adams: Be careful here Connor.
Connor springs straight back into action as he lifts Sebastian back up with a grip on his head. Connor drags him over towards his own owner and points at Steve who is chomping at the bit to get inside the six sided ring. Connor reaches out and the two tags, Steve is now the legal man. Steve leaps into the ring but before Connor gets out the boys work together combining the team of nXt hit a very strong modified delayed over the top Suplex.
Simone: Nice team work.
Adams: Connor needs to get out the ring now!!!
Connor and his fighting spirit can't help themselves as Connor mouths off towards the fallen Sebastian before making his way out of the ring with his hand sup in the air egging on the crowd. Steve is now alone with Sebastian and he doesn't waste any time rushing towards the ropes and he comes crashing back in with a leg drop. Steve hooks the legs looking for the win.
1...
2...
NO! Sebastian powers out.
Adams: He's injured...
Sebastian and Steve both get to their feet and Sebastian makes it clear to everyone that he is looking to make his way over towards Jeremiah to make the tag. Steve can see this so he rushes towards Sebastian and brings him down with a running bull dog. Sebastian falls the canvas but he quickly rolls over onto his back Steve once again see this as an opportunity to win rolls the big man up.
1...
2...
NO! Sebastian gets out of the pin once more and Steve doesn't complain, Steve just gets back up and runs towards the ropes looking to gain more speed as he comes crashing back in with a baseball slide. The slide actually aids Sebastian as he slides a little closer to his corner and Jeremiah reaches over the top rope and tags himself in.
Adams: That was not what Steve was after.
Simone: Although the look on Steve face right now is priceless.
Jeremiah steps over the top rope and enters the ring as the fresh man, while Seb rolls out of it. Steve lives up to his name as the fearless ones comes rushing in but Jeremiah grabs him and smashes his head onto his with a vicious head butt. Steve stumbles backwards and Jeremiah is like a shark that smells blood in the water the big guy grabs onto the groggy Steve and raises him in a fireman carry slam. Steve body hits the canvas and bounces.
Adams: Well it's over... I call it... sorry nXt better luck next time.
Jeremiah stalks Steve and starts to stomp on his fallen body. The referee is quick to warn Jeremiah stopping Jeremiah from his onslaught he turns to the referee shouting at them to "f**k off" Jeremiah turns his attention back towards Steve bending down he scoops him back up and goes for a an back breaker but Steve being the sneaky guy that he is slips out of Jeremiah's hands he is quick to side shuffle on his feet snapping back with a sickening super-kick!
Adams: FEARLESS SHOT!!!!
Simone: OUT OF NOWHERE!!!!
Adams: He looks like he is out cold Belinda.
Simone: I can't believe we're seeing this!!!!!
Steve rolls Jeremiah up in a pin and the referee makes the count.
1...
Sebastian comes running back in to make the save Connor leaps across the ring taking him out with a flying cross body.
2...
Connor leaps up to his feet and just as the referee's hand comes down to count three he puts his hands on Steve back aiding him slightly to make sure the last second counts.
3...
Ding, ding, ding!!!
Steve jumps off out Jeremiah and raises his hand s up in victory while Connor does the same.
Justin: Here are you winners... from the New Xtremes.... Connor Murphy and Steve Ramooooneeee.
As Ramone and Murphy celebrate in the ring, they get interrupted by the clapping of Kanye West's "Power".
Crowd: BOO!
As Murphy and Ramone look on, all the members of Power Play walk out on stage. J2H first, wearing black pants and a black button down shirt with the color unbuttoned and the sleeves rolled up. Then comes Mr. JN Ringo, wearing an all black suit and black button down shirt, collar open. His shoes are gator skin and glisten in the house lights. Finally, behind him, walks out Giani Di Luca wearing black pants and a black t-shirt that has the word "RISE" written on the front in shiny gold lettering. The three men stand in unison for a short moment before heading down to the ring.
Adams: What do these guys want? Bruce Evans is supposed to be coming out next!
Simone: I'm not sure, Jason, but I don't know if I'd want to be standing in the ring when they come down.
They step up into the ring and surround Steve and Connor. All five men exchange deep stares and the intensity can be felt throughout the arena.
Adams: This can't be good.
Without notice, the three members of Power Play converge on the former NXT members. J2H and Ringo go after Ramone, knocking him down in the corner and tandem mud hole stomping him. Giani lays out Murphy with a monster clothesline and then calls over the other members of his faction. He sets up Connor in a power bomb position and then waits as J2H climbs up the ropes.
Simone: What are they doing here?
Giani nods to Ringo and then lifts Murphy up for the powerbomb and as he drops him down, Connor falls right into a neckbreaker from Ringo.
Adams: Oh my god! They just broker Connor Murphy's neck!
Simone: Look out!
J2H flies off the turnbuckle and lands a destructive look Five Star Frog Splash on Murphy.
Simone: 21ST CENTURY SPLASH!!!!
Murphy writhes in pain as Giani kicks out of the ring, under the ropes and down to the concrete floor. At that moment, Ramone clamors to his feet in the corner. All three members of Power Play converge on him. He puts up a good fight in the beginning but the three men are just too much to handle. They start stomping him and then Ringo backs off his partners. He walks over and grabs the microphone from Justin.
Ringo: I want you to take a good look at this man lying before you. Fearless???
Ringo leans over him.
Ringo: You will fear us???you will KNEEL before us!
He screams at the crowd.
Ringo: You will ALL kneel before us!
He throws the microphone down on the canvas and then picks Ramone up. He shoves his head in between his legs, under hooking his arms in the process. He screams some inaudible rambling before jumping up and planting Ramone face first into the mat with a Pedigree.
Simone: KNEEL IN HONOR!!!
Crowd: BOO!
All three men stand over Ramone and hole their fist high in the air as "Power" by Kanye West begins to play again. They slowly leave the ring and walk up the ramp, ignoring the heckling from the fans.
Backstage at the Joint in Las Vegas stands "Stoner" Scott Oliver. It seems to be very busy of an atmosphere with various people around him setting things up and making sure the show goes off without any glitches. His eyes are very red and he looks like he just got back from a club or something. He's playing with his cell phone while chewing on something as if it's his last meal. Members from the S.C.W. make up team walk over to him and begin to prep him for an upcoming shoot. As the camera pans over just a little a shot of Blaque Hart Bruce Evans walking down the halls pulling his luggage is shown. Bruce is wearing black slacks, black dress shoes, a red button dress shirt, his hair out of it's usual ponytail and just hanging, and his signature sunglasses across his eyes. As he approaches Scott, Oliver attempts to stop him, talking with food still in his mouth
Scott: Bruce, Bruce, can I get a word?
Bruce stops just in front of Scott, shakes his head in disgust and removes his sunglasses
BHBE: I don't have anymore of those brownies Scott, leave me alone!
Bruce continues his journey as he walks off. Scott brushes off the make up crew and gives chase. He approaches Bruce again, tapping him on the shoulder from behind
Scott: Sorry Bruce, it's just.... I just wanted to get a word from you on your favorite moment from Climax Control from the past 99 episodes...
Bruce again stops, now looking upset. He turns around to face Scott. Bruce smirks a little as he notices crumbs around the mouth of Scott as if he was an infant feeding himself. Scott holds the microphone up to Bruce
BHBE: Favorite moment? Without a doubt the episode where I made my debut and made it must watch TV The moment I arrived and the world knew this was the show they had to watch every week. The moment I came and changed the way the game is to be played. That Scott, is my favorite of Climax Control!
Scott stands there just smiling, looking lost in space as he keeps the microphone pointed at Bruce. Evans stands there with a shocked look on his face
BHBE: That's it dummy!
Scott remembers he's doing an "interview" and takes the microphone back
Scott: But wait, I got another question.
Bruce now looking irritated, takes his sunglasses and places them over his head, one hand on his luggage, the other now placed on one of Scott's shoulders
Scott: Tonight you face a former world champion in Gene Banton Jr. A win here tonight should definitely move you up in the ranks so to speak. What's your game plan going into this one?
Bruce smiles, looks Scott right in the eyes and rubs his shoulder with a now evil expression on his face
BHBE: Scott, my game plan is to never give out my game plan to someone who one, doesn't need to know and two, probably doesn't even know where he is now. But let me put it to you like this. I don't care if the guy is a former champ. I don't care if he walked the moon. Doesn't matter to me. All the matters is the end result. That result being that tonight not only do I beat Banton, tonight the office will see just what a treat it is to have me on their roster. Then they'll finally stop throwing random opponents at me and give me that chance to be the leader of this organization. Tonight I'm actually going to be doing a favor for Gene. Ya see, when I beat him, he'll have the chance to leave this company. Go home, and take care of his old ass dad!
Bruce removes his hand off Scott's shoulder's
BHBE: Hold on, I got something for you!
With a huge smile on his face Scott stands in anticipation. Bruce bends down, unzips a side of one of his bags and quickly pulls out a zip lock bag. Inside the bag looks to be a brownie. He stands up and hands it to Scott who looks like a kid on Christmas day
BHBE: Happy 100th, have a fun night, and I think you should share with Melody, she didn't get any last time
Scott can't contain that huge grin as he vigorously shakes hands his Bruce. Evans just takes his hands away from Scott's, disgustingly wiping his hands down his pants legs as he shakes his head and walks off quickly away from Scott. Oliver stands there still cheesing while observing the brownie as if it's a security search at an American airport as the scene fades
The scene opens with Marshall Owens standing in Sean Jackson's dressing room, with a cell phone to his ear. Marshall is by himself, with the SCW heavyweight champion nowhere to be found. The frown on his face tells the whole story.
Marshall: Look, I tried to get him to back out of this...
He is interrupted by a woman's voice.
Voice: I don't care about try Marshall, I want Drake Green removed from that match, and I want him removed now.
He gets that sinking feeling. He's already tried to talk Sean out of it, with no success. Now this woman is telling him to eliminate Drake Green entirely.
Marshall: What do you want me to do? have him step into the ring and take him out myself?
Voice: You do what you have to Marshall, but if Sean loses that belt tonight, you will be held responsible. So make it happen.
*click*
All Marshall can do is look at the phone at this point. He knows that he can't beat Drake on his own and under no circumstances could he get Sean to help him.
Marshall: Can this night get any worse?
No sooner does the words escape his lips before the door swings open and Sean walks in.
Jackson: Screw the waiting game Marshall, I'm heading to Drake's dressing room right now. It's about time I give him a piece of my mind.
As Sean steps back out, the door begins to close and Marshall moves towards it, fast.
Marshall: Wait Sean, nooooo!!!!
Fade.
Simone: We still have a great night of action ahead of us and since it is Climax Control 100 things can only go up from here.
Adams: Last week we saw the SCW Bombshell Tag Titles change hands back to their original owners, the Metal and Punk Connection.
Any further comment from Jason is cut off by "Amazing" by Hi-Fashion blaring over the speakers and the crowd starts booing immediately recognizing the music of the Mean Girls.
Simone: And we're being joined by the Mean Girls.
Adams: I'm surprised that they are coming out here at all since???..they??????
Simone: Oh my god???.
Four people emerge from the back and there's one thing that is immediately obvious, it isn't the Mean Girls, the two Bombshells and two men couldn't be more different from the Mean Girls if they tried.
Adams: Is that Amy, Jessie, Jake and Shane?!
Simone: I believe it is what the hell is Jessie dressed as?!
Adams: It looks like a weird hybrid of Liz Smalls and Delia Darling whilst Amy looks like Mercedes and Veronica merged into one.
Simone: And whose idea was it to have Jake play the part of Holly Wood?!
Adams: What has been seen cannot be unseen.
The four metal heads start prancing down an incredibly cheap looking red carpet though the boys seem to be having the most fun out of all of them all though that is not saying much, Jessie noticeably trips over a few times including when she hops onto the ring apron though it's hard to tell if it's on purpose or because she isn't used to walking down to the ring in high heels.
Simone: The Mean Girls have to be seething right now.
Adams: That has to be the point why else would they dress like that.
The two Bombshells and men enter the ring and pose for the crowd before Jessie and Amy grab mics.
Jessie: Like, oh my god, these titles look simply fabulouuuuuuuusssssss!
Simone: There are many words that I expect to come out of that young woman's mouth, those nine words in that combination are among them.
Adams: Then again I never thought I'd see this.
Jessie: The Mean Girls, like totally lost the titles to the much better, prettier, competent, smarter and TOTALLY better champions the Metal and Punk Connection and it's only a matter of time before we lose the rest of our ill-gotten titles!
Jessie says as she motions to the fake Roulette and Bombshell Titles, Jake then walks up to her and takes the mic.
Jake: Like, totally!
Simone: That's it I've officially seen it all.
Adams: Is it bad that I think Jake looks good in that look?!
Jake hands the mic back to Jessie who turns to Amy.
Jessie: Like, Veronicedes, why don't you, like, tell the world about how you're going to lose your title, like totally?
Simone: That is way too many likes in one sentence?
Adams: Veronicedes?!
Amy: Thank you Deliz. Zuri is going to totally kick my ass, she is like so much prettier than me and totally like lose the Roulette title.
Amy flicks her hair.
Amy: Then like totally...Deliz will be the last one to totally lose her title.
Jessie: Like, TOTALLY! Pretty much every Bombshell like present and like past is a better wrestler than me and the only reason I have this title is because I can't win a single match cleanly to, like, totally save my life.
Simone: Is Jessie trying to enter the record books for amount of times the word "like" has been used in one paragraph.
Adams: Like, totally!
Simone: Don't you start!
Jessie then starts prancing around the ring for a few seconds before she drops to her knees and starts wailing in (obviously fake) agony and the others look on concerned.
Jessie: Like, oh my god, I TOTALLY BROKE A NAIL!!!!!!!!!!!
Simone: Where do they come up with this stuff?
The fake mean girls start treating it as seriously as a heart attack and Holly Jake grabs Shane, who is clearly trying desperately to keep a straight face, by the lapels of the dress he's wearing.
Jake: Angeshane, like, totally get the deliberator!
Simone: Is that word even in the Mean Girls' vocabulary?
Adams: Good question!
Amy: Like you may need a month off... quick call an ambulance.
Amy waves her arms frantically.
Simone: Well we did say that we were going to celebrate CC 100 in grand style.
Adams: I don't think anyone expected something like this.
Simone: Agree??????is that the med staff?!
Indeed Angeshane is running, well trying to run since he's in high heels, down to the ring with medical staff, how they agreed to this is unclear, who quickly load Deliz onto a stretcher.
Simone: Seriously, I want to be the fly on the wall when they explain to Christian how they got the med staff in on this.
Jessie: I can't feel my non-existent wrestling ability.
Adams: Knowing Christian he's probably laughing his ass off right now.
The fake Mean Girls start prancing back up the ramp, aside from Deliz obviously, with far more serious expressions on their faces and Shane stops one of the doctors.
Angeshane: Doc, like, give it to me straight, will she ever totally prance again?
The doctor just shakes his head as they disappear backstage.
Simone: Well, that happened.
Adams: The images I have seen during the past five minutes will never leave my mind.
Justin Decent: The following match is for one fall... coming to us from Los Angeles, California... Standing at 5 feet 10 inches and weighing in at 227 pounds... GEEEEEEEEEENE BANTOOOOOOOON JUUUUUUUNIOOOORRRRR!!!
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. 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.
Justin: And his opponent??? from Calgary, Alberta Canada weighing it at 235 pounds.... Blaque Hart Bruce Evans
"OH CANADA" performed by Rap Artist "Classified" hits the PA system and the fans in the arena start booing the Canadian superstar. A few moments later he steps out from behind the black curtain and walks to center stage. He starts to make his way down the ramp slowly showing off to the fans.
Both Geno and Bruce stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring while the fans are going crazy on the outside.
Adams: Not sure who we should be going for in this match their both meanies.
Simone: Meanies, really?
Ding, ding, ding.
Geno and Bruce circle one another in the middle of the ring neither of them in any sort of rush to get this one underway tonight. Finally Bruce reaches out grabs on to Geno locking up. As the two go back and forth in a power struggle it's finally Geno that gets the upper hand has he tosses Bruce away with him. Bruce fires back up to his feet and the two lock up once more, this time Bruce makes sure that he gets the upper hand by taking down Geno with a side lock. Using his speed Bruce twirls around and takes Geno down with a hip toss slam. The golden boy bounces off the match but he springs back up to his feet and both men run towards each other. Bruce looks for a spear but Geno very athletically leaps over him. Bruce rebounds off the ropes and comes back charging towards Geno but Geno is ready and waiting with a massive scoop slam. Geno waste very little time in hooking the leg looking for a sneaky pin fall.
1...
2...
NO! Bruce kicks out and both men make their way up to their feet. Bruce is livid but Geno just eggs him on my taunting at him. Bruce gets fed up with the show man and he rushes towards him.
Simone: Here we go.
Both men collide in the ring but Bruce gets the upper hand with a vicious upper cup. Geno stumbles backwards into the ropes, bouncing off them her staggers back towards Bruce. Bruce looks a standing cross face but Geno pushes him away with a shoulder thrust. Bruce now stumbles backwards but Geno is straight on the attack taking Bruce down with a swinging neck-breaker.
Adams: Geno showing his speed here.
Simone: Very impressive.
Adams: Ohh Belinda's got a crush!
Simone: Oh shut up Jason!
Geno drags Bruce up to his feet and scoops him up for the belly to back pile-driver. Landing it perfectly Geno goes for the pin fall once again.
1...
2...
NO! Bruce is still able to get the shoulder up. Geno gets up to his feet first and he drags Bruce up with him. The blonde haired warrior grabs onto the back of Bruce's head and starts to drag him across the ring. Finding the corner Geno slams Bruce's face into the top turnbuckle a total of four times before Bruce stumbles backwards. Geno gets warned by the referee but he couldn't careless as he attempts to do the same move once again Bruce catches him off guard with a giant right hook. Geno holds onto the side of his face but he is quickly knocked down to his back with a stiff clothesline. Not giving him any time to recover Bruce drags Geno up by his long hair wrapping it around his knuckles the vicious Canadian starts to hail down on him with right handed punches. The referee gives Bruce a warning this time and Bruce finally backs off the Golden boy. Bruce takes a look out into the crowd and stirs them off by screaming out "Blame America" a massive boo circles the arena.
Simone: Well that was uncalled for.
Adams: What a dick.
Geno agrees with Jason as the golden boy comes storming back into the picture taking the cocky Canadian down with a massive boot to the face. Bruce falls to the canvas and Geno rushes towards the tops climbing them he makes his way up to the top looking for a 450 splash. The fans are rarely chanting for Geno as the Las Vegas superstars comes crashing down on to Bruce. Geno rolls over and gets back up to his feet.
Adams: What is he doing he should have pinned him?
Simone: I don't know what's happening here.
Geno turns back to Bruce and collects him from the canvas trying to set him up for The Octoplex. Bruce can sense that it's coming so he does his best to dig his heels into the canvas stopping the moving from happening. Has Geno tries once again Bruce steals his freedom with a sneaky thumb to the eye. Geno drops Bruce and holds his eye while the Canadian fires at him with a stiff kick to the midsection. Bruce grabs onto Geno and lifts him high above his head for a German Suplex. Bruce's hands stay locked as he repeats this move a total of four times.
Adams: Geno's head looks like a bobble head.
Simone: Bruce isn't giving up just yet.
Adams: Geno looks like a rag doll.
Bruce finally lets go of Geno and hooks the leg looking for the victory.
1...
2...
NO! Geno gets his foot up on the bottom rope saving himself.
Adams: Lucky!!!
Simone: Extremely lucky!!!
Bruce gets up to his feet and goes to shove the referee but he pulls back at the last minute remembering that would cost him the match. Bruce turns back around and focuses back on Geno grabbing a hand full of his hair Bruce scoops him up only to lift Geno up and crash him back down over his knee in a back breaker.
Simone: It's not looking good for Geno here.
Adams: Nope not at all.
Bruce scoops Geno up once more and is quick to get him into position nailing the Golden Boy down with "The Blaque Out" a reverse power-bomb. Bruce doesn't waste any time in making the pin fall.
1...
2...
3...
Justin: Here is your winner.... Blaque Hart.... Bruuuuuuuuceeeeee Evans.
Bruce jumps up and raises his on hand in victory as "Oh Canada" slams over the personal address system.
The scene opens on the backstage area where we see Zuri and Blanca in their locker room. No one had seen Necra over the last few days and Zuri had wondered if Necra was upset with her over her loss against Mercedes. The lights start to flicker off and on, and a cold chill fill the air. The lights flicker again, and all that is seen is a pair of deep red eyes, before the lights go out. As the lights come back up, we see Necra sitting in front of Zuri and Blanca.
Necra: Hello ladies... Miss me?
Blanca playfully bites her lower lip while seductively winking her eyes.
Blanca: Yes, I am happy to see you.
Zuri, on the other hand, bows her head down as if she was ashamed to look at Necra.
Zuri: I failed you Necra.
Necra smiles softly and walks to Zuri. She lifts her chin with a slender hand.
Necra: Zuri you didn't fail me. If you had you would no longer be here. No, Mercedes got lucky, her luck along with the rest of the Mean Girls. Their time is coming to end and we are going to be the ones that are on top once again.
Zuri: I broke my promise to you Necra. I promised that I would bring the Bombshell Roulette Championship into Daughters of Darkness but I didn't it. Mercedes may be right. She may just have my number after all. I don't feel very confident.
Blanca grabs a hold of her sister's hand.
Blanca: Zuri, you will beat Mercedes. I have faith in you and I am sure my lovely Necra does too.
Necra: Zuri I am not disappointed, and you should not blame yourself for what happened. Mercedes is full of herself and she will soon learn that everything comes to an end. She will have her moment in the sun before she is ripped from this plane of existence. Zuri you were chosen for a reason, and I will stand by that.
Necra looks over at Blanca and smiles softly.
Necra: Blanca is right, you will beat Mercedes and when you do she will learn along with anyone else that is stupid enough to stand in our way. You will destroy both Mercedes and Traci. There is nothing that they can do to stop you.
A jolt of anger and frustration comes over Zuri as she looks up from the floor and gazes right into Necra's eyes.
Zuri: Blood will flow tonight. Count on it. I am done being everyone's damn punching bag. Mercedes got one over on me but let's not forget. I busted her mouth open at High Stakes IV and I plan to finish the job.
Necra: I know you will. I have no doubt that you will. Never doubt yourself Zuri. Remember who you are. You are Lady Justice Daughter of Darkness, and once and true Bombshell Roulette Champion. Do whatever you must to take it from her, and keep Traci's claws off of it.
Zuri: Traci isn't even a threat. She did nothing to earn this shot. I just gave Mercedes an intense staredown to her and boom instant title rematch. She better keep her Mean Girls pals on a tight leash otherwise I will enact my own brand of Justice.
A strange smile spreads across Necra's face, as a low growl escapes her throat.
Necra: That's what I want to hear. Blanca if any of the Mean Girls even think about trying to interfere lose them the mortal coil. Do you understand?
Zuri shoots a death glare toward Blanca before looking back at Necra.
Zuri: Normally, I would want my sister at ringside with me but as a Daughter of Darkness. I must do this on my own. Trust me, if any of those fashion imbeciles even thinks about getting involved then I will kick their head right into the second row. Necra, you must let me do this alone. Besides, you should have Blanca at ringside for you. Just in case one of Melody's friends decide to get involved.
Necra: Just remember we are always there no matter where we are. We'll be watching you dearest Zuri. Now I must take my leave and finish getting ready for my match.
Zuri: I completely understand. This week NO ONE CROSSES LADY JUSTICE.
Necra smile an evil grin, as she turns and heads out of the locker room, as the scene fades back to the main part of the arena.
The camera cuts to Drake Green in his locker room, taping up his wrists. He sees out of the corner of his eye an envelope with his name on it sitting on the vanity. Just as he goes to pick it up he gets interrupted with a loud knocking at the door.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
He drops the envelope on the vanity and walks over to the door. When he opens it up to see standing in the doorway none other than Sean Jackson's lawyer Marshall Owens, a perplexed look comes over his face.
Marshall: Mr. Green sir, can I have a moment of your time?
Going the nice guy route, Marshall hopes that he can influence Drake Green into helping him out of a tight jam.
Drake: Really? What the hell could you possibly want from me?
Green stands and burns a hole through Marshall with his bright green eyes.
Marshall: You see Mr. Green, and I'm going to be totally honest with you. You see, you've become one of???
Marshall stops himself, deciding to spread it on as thick as he can.
Marshall: Um, I mean you've become the greatest SCW heavyweight champion in the history of this company. You've rolled through everyone placed in front of you and frankly kind sir, I don't see anyone holding a candle to you???
Dramatic pause, for effect.
Marshall: EVER???
Green drops his head a little bit before interrupting Mr. Owens.
Drake: Either get to the point or get the fuck out of my room. I don't have time for your or Sean's mind games tonight. I've got other things on my mind.
Drake's outburst catches him a bit off guard. Maybe he didn't spread it on thick enough?
Marshall: Oh Mr. Green, it's not my attention to disrupt you, or to cause you any type of distractions. I simply came here to ask a huge favor of you sir.
Taking a deep breath, Marshall goes for broke.
Marshall: Mr. Green, I came here tonight to ask you to step aside, to not go to the ring tonight and face my client for the heavyweight title.
There, he said it. As the words flowed out of his mouth, he likes the way they sound. The more he likes the sound of it, the more he thinks that Drake will go for it as well.
Then reality hits.
Drake: Ok???
Green grabs Owens by the wrist and starts shoving him through the door.
Drake: You tell Sean that I'm not dealing with his bullshit. If he's too chicken shit to get in the ring with me then he can just come by here and tell me himself. I got enough dickhead lawyers in my life...I don't need one more.
As Marshall is stumbling backwards, he can't believe that the nice guy crap didn't work. He then shifts to plan B as he reaches for his back pocket.
Marshall: Mr. Green, I'll pay you to stay out of the ring. What will it take $100? $200?
Marshall is desperate now. The woman on the phone made her intentions clear, if Sean loses the belt, he's out of a job.
Marshall: How about $300?
Drake: You listen to me you sniveling little blood sucking piece of shit. I wouldn't stay out of that ring for One Million dollars...or Euros...or whatever the fuck currency you have. I'm not leaving this damn building without my title. Are we clear?
Marshall, looking at his wallet swallows hard.
Marshall: One...Million...dollars?
He looks down at his wallet again, the color drained from his face.
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!?!
As Marshall recognizes the voice to belong to Sean Jackson, he looks at his wallet one more time before shoving it in his pocket. When Marshall doesn't respond, Sean asks again.
Jackson: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON MARSHALL? YOU TRYING TO SCREW ME OVER TONIGHT?
Sean shoots a quick glance at Drake
Jackson: WITH THIS FRAUD?
Drake lets out a loud laugh.
Drake: What is this, community theater? For someone who prides himself on being a???
Air quotes.
Drake: ???"Mental Rapist" you certainly have no fucking clue how to get under my skin. Now please...leave.
Sean cocks his head to one side, then raises the heavyweight title from his shoulder, holding it in front of Drake. However, Marshall does his very best to step in between the two of them.
Jackson: Let me tell you something Drake, if I wanted to get under your skin, I would do it with my knee???
Sean looks up at the belt, before looking back to Mr. Green.
Jackson: Just like I used it to take this.
Drake: Yeah...that's why you send your little lawyer friend here to offer me money to stay away from the ring tonight. What the fuck is wrong with you, Sean? Seriously, man. I know you're a coward but I expected more...even from you.
As Drake mentions the money, Marshall looks at his watch.
Marshall: Oh my, look at the time. Sean, don't you have a???
Jackson: Marshall, what the hell is this fake talking about now? Were you over here offering him money?
Marshall shakes his head, HARD. Drake can't help but let out a laugh.
Drake: Are you telling me you didn't send him here to get me to back out the match? You're expecting me to believe that someone else is lackey-ing your lackey. Again...just go away.
Marshall begins the attempt at pushing Sean away from the door, but can't budge the 220 pound athlete.
Jackson: Marshall, what in the hell is he talking about?
Marshall: Don't believe him Sean, he's just trying to throw you off of your game. I came here to tell him that you were going to beat his ass tonight AND rub the belt in his face again.
Sean, standing steady in the doorway, is now smiling himself.
Jackson: Wow, what a tool you're turning out to be Drake. Marshall comes here to warn you, and you try to make it sound like he's paying you off. Just like the liars you try to pass off as your???
Air quotes
Jackson: ???.People
Drake now steps toward Sean, not liking him bringing up his fans.
Drake: You're pathetic, the both of you. I don't care if you beat me at High Stakes, Sean. You and I and apparently your brainless lawyer know that it was a fluke and later tonight I will be taking back what is mine. So you guys can pretend whatever you want and you can continue playing whatever little game it is that you two are playing right now...I don't care. It's not going to change anything???.Nothing.
Now Marshall is in between the both of them, completely boxed in. As he tries to keep them separated???
Jackson: A fluke? a fluke? No Drake, the fluke is these moronic fans who continue to idolize you as if you're something huge. Let me tell you the difference between you and me???
Marshall: Sean, let get???
Jackson: Where you like to run around with the last name of Green, I like to possess it. Where you like act like the last name of Green makes you a rich man, I like to SHOW that I'm a rich man. These??? Air quotes Jackson: ...People that you like to claim as yours, only matters to me when they plop down the REAL green to pay my salary. So yes Drake, you go ahead and cater to these people all you want because after tonight??? Again, Marshall desperately tries to push him away. Marshall: Sean, let's goooo. Green gets even closer. Drake: You're damn right I'm gonna cater to those people Sean because those people out there are the only reason any of us is there. That title you have on your shoulder means absolute shit without them. So you go ahead and run your mouth all you want but you know, just like they know, that in about two hours I'm choke you out just like I have countless times before. Just because you won one or two out of a ton of matches doesn't make you a real threat. Green again moves closer. Drake: You know...how about I just beat your ass right here in the hallway and we'll let them figure out who the real champ is. Marshall sensing how ugly this is about to get, gets a rude awakening as his cell phone begins to ring. He doesn't even need to look at the number to know who it is, it's her. He then looks up at Sean, trying to keep them separate. Marshall: Sean, you can't risk it here. You get hurt right now, you LOSE the title. Think!!! For once, Marshall is making sense. It also doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that Drake is wanting to fight it out in the hallway, a move that could prove to be costly for Sean. All of a sudden, it appears that Marshall has developed superhuman strength as for the first time tonight, he is actually pushing Sean down the hallway. But per usual, Sean has to get in that one parting shot. Jackson: Two hours Drake? You better hope that a knee doesn't get drilled through your skull BEFORE then. Drake: Whenever you're ready...moron. Drake shuts the door and turns back around. He sees the envelope on the vanity and opens it up. It reads??? "My dearest Drake,
Drake rolls his eyes as he throws the note back on the vanity before the camera cuts back to ringside. The scene opens on the backstage area where we find Holly Wood standing with Necra.
There is a very pressing matter which I need to discuss with you at once. It is of the utmost importance. If you are available, please meet me in the kitchen by the cooler, on the other side of the venue where we will have the most privacy. Please come alone. Thanks for your understanding.
xoxo
-Delia"
Holly Wood: Hey guys, I'm standing here with The Goddess of the Dead, Necra Kane herself. I know that everyone is wondering what are your thoughts on what the Mean Girls have done over the last few weeks.
Necra: Holly, over the last few weeks the Means Girls have been a pain in everyone's side including mine. Ever since they emerged with every title in hand they think they have become the best group in the SCW, but they are nothing more then wannabes that have their heads so far up their asses they can't see anything else.
Holly Wood: I see. Do you think the Mean Girls will last much longer?
Necra just smiles and looks at Holly with her eyes flashing red before going back to their normal color.
Necra: Holly, the Mean Girls have already started to fall apart and that can be seen by anyone that has seen them outside the ring. They are trying anything they can now to help their image and stay together, but it won't be long before they all see what a true bitch Delia is and that they don't need her to be the Queens that they claim to be.
Holly Wood: Wow those are some strong words honey. The Daughters of Darkness have had a few problems lately too. I mean Zuri lost the Bombshell Roulette Title just a little over a few weeks ago, and Joanne lost the Bombshell Tag Titles last week. How does that make you feel?
Necra: How do I feel? You think that I would be upset with Zuri and Joanne but I'm not. It's not their fault. They were cheated out of their titles and we will get them back no matter what we have to do to get them. A team doesn't do well when we are separated, or fighting against each other then we shall never get any title back in our hands. That is why we stand together and why we have done so well.
Holly Wood: I have to say I'm impressed with you and the Daughters of Darkness and how well you work together. I expect we'll be seeing big things from all of you.
Necra: I do too... Now if you excuse me... I still have to get ready for my match.
With that Necra walks off, as the camera rests on Holly.
Holly Wood: Back to you guys...
Justin: The following contest is a bombshell tag match... Introducing first...
All of a sudden "Superstar" by Lupe fiasco starts playing all over the Pa system. Two lights are pointed at the entrance way. Crystal Emerges through the curtains and is greeted by multiple pyros that start shooting off one by one.
Justin: From Los Angeles, California via Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, she is The Rose Goddess, She is Crystal Hilton!
The crowd roars at her with a loud ovation of cheers and she slowly makes her way out walking down the aisle. Crystal cracks a grin as her photographers line up to take a picture of her. She finally makes it to the ring and places one foot on the apron and stretches the other one on the apron as well. She does a split to enter the ring and she finally makes it to her feet. She smiles bouncing around a bit as she awaits her opponent to come out..
Justin: And her partner...
Revolution by Judas Priest hits over the p.a 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.
Justin: From Daytona Beach, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and twenty eight pounds, she is the bitch of hardcore, she is Jade Manendez-Arcador!
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 her opponent.
Justin: And their opponents...
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
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
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.
Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Darknyss, at a combined weight of three hundred pounds, they are Gothika and Raynin, The Fallen!
The Sky
Will Break
Black Fire
Will Wake
Fly On Through The Night
We Built An Alliance
Our Numbers Are Strong
We Gather
But We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunatics
They Must Think Of Us
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
Beasts In The Night
Tragic In The Sky
Battlefield In Sight
Storm Gathers Strong
Cold Blackened Flame
Tell Us Our Future
Stories Of The Slain
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
Those That Oppose Us
Raped All Their Power
Bartered With Warlocks
Cheated The Demons
For Ancient Spells
The Blackened Fire
Waits To Consume Us
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.
Jacob Summers calls for the bell!
DING DING DING!
Crystal and Gothika start of the match. Crystal looks towards her corner, but Gothika nails Crystal in the back.
Simone: That's what ya get when ya turn your attention away from a Fallen member.
Gothika quickly pulls Crystal to her feet and nails her with a shot to the jaw, knocking her backwards against the ropes. Crystal charges off the ropes but Gothika lifts her over with a tilt a whirl slam, crashing the Rose Goddess into the canvas. Crystal pulls herself towards the ropes. As Gothika turns, she charges towards Crystal and kicks her hard in the chest. She pulls her up to her feet, but Crystal nails her with a stiff shot to the face.
Simone: That was brutal!
Jacob warns Crystal about the shot, but Crystal tilts her head, smiling at Jacob. Crystal goes on the attack, grabbing Gothika by the hair and throwing her across the ring. Gothika moves towards the ropes, putting her hands on to the middle ropes to pull herself to her feet but Crystal plans a knee to Gothika's back. Gothika falls with her neck on the bottom rope, and Crystal puts her boot behind Gothika's head, pushing her across the ropes. Jacob counts to four, and pulls Crystal off of Gothika, Crystal turns and poses for the fans.
Adams: This woman is full of confidence!
She steps back, waiting for Gothika to get up.
Adams: She's ready to pounce.
Crystal moves in but Gothika catches her with a shot to the gut, recovered from Crystal's attacks. Gothika pulls herself to her feet and smashes Crystal in the face with a quick forearm. Gothika bounces off the ropes and jumps in the air, catching Crystal under the chin with a flying forearm, knocking the cocky fan favorite back towards her corner, she reaches her hand up, tagging in Jade.
Simone: Jade in.
Jade looks at Gothika up and down, but Gothika charges at her and lifts her off her feet, slamming her down to the canvas with a lifting spear.
Adams: That rattled Jade's teeth!
Gothika throws shots towards Jade's head but Jade kicks Gothika off. Jade scrambles to her feet, but Gothika is up waiting for her. Gothika charges towards Jade with a clothesline but Jade ducks. Gothika keeps running springboarding off the ropes and charging back towards Jade. As Gothika returns to Jade, Jade jumps and nails her with a jumping thrust kick to the face. Jade pulls Gothika up and moves behind her, wrapping her hands around for a full nelson. Jade drops forward and nails Gothika with a full nelson facebuster. Jade goes for the cover.
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2....
Gothika kicks out
Simone: Gothika not going down easy.
Gothika rolls over, getting back to her feet, as Jade lays in wait. Gothika moves towards Jade, but Jade cuts her off with a knee to the gut. Jade grabs Gothika by the head, running and dropping her with a bulldog. Jade waits for Gothika to get to her feet. Slowly Gothika does, and grabs Gothika's head for a DDT, but Gothika moves away and spins Jade. Jade spins three hundred and sixty degrees, only to be met with a kick to the gut, followed by a sitdown facebuster from Gothika. Gothika moves to the corner, climbing the ropes and turning to look down at Jade. Gothika jumps off the top rope with a huge flying elbow, crashing down on Jade.
Adams: Wowzer!
Gothika hooks the leg
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2....
Jade kicks out!
Simone: Gothika took a chance and it nearly paid off.
Gothika rises to her feet first, pulling up Jade and dragging her to the corner, reaching out and tagging in Raynin. Raynin backs Jade in to the corner, slamming hard shots to her ribs. She pulls Jade out of the corner and drops her head first with a DDT, crushing her against the floor. Raynin sits up, planting her elbow in to the base of Jade's neck, pushing down hard and forcing Jade's throat to the mat.
Adams: Raynin showing her methodical side to her game.
Raynin stands up, planting a foot on Jade's head and lifting it up, before crashing it down.
Simone: Jade's not gonna be looking too pretty come tomorrow.
Jade tries to fight her way to her knees but Raynin kicks her hard in the stomach, pulling her in to a powerbomb position. She lifts Jade in to the air for a powerbomb, but Jade flips Raynin over with a hurricanruna.
Adams: Reversal out of Parts Unknown.
Simone: You mean nowhere?
Adams: Right, right.
Raynin sits up, surprised by Jade's move and quickly scrambles to her feet. As Raynin stands up, Jade jumps in the air, and catches Raynin with a flying head scissors and pulling her down to the canvas. Raynin rolls towards the corner and sits up, but Jade runs towards her and jumps, landing with a knee to the face. Jade moves backwards, pulling Raynin out of the corner by her legs, to the center of the ring. She lifts Raynin's legs and spins her around, throwing her across the ring with a slingshot. Jade moves to her corner, tagging in Crystal. Crystal pulls Raynin to her feet and keeps hold of her hair. Crystal moves behind Raynin and drops her down across her knee.
Simone: Backbreaker from Crystal.
Crystal poses for the fan, causing them to cheer, but quickly stomps on Raynin. Raynin rolls on her back and Crystal lifts her leg again, aiming at Raynin's head but Raynin catches her foot. Raynin holds on to Crystal's foot and rolls on to her knees. She stands up to her feet, holding Crystal's leg and quickly whips Crystal over with a dragon screw leg whip! Raynin holds on to Crystal's leg and starts to viciously kick behind the knee.
Simone: Raynin's going to town
Adams: There's so many towns in this world, where she headed?
Raynin pulls Crystal to her feet and whips her against the ropes. Crystal comes steaming back, but both women take each other out with a double clothesline.
Simone: Both women's heads bounced off the floor with that one.
Both turn crawling towards their partner, both women have their hands out. Crystal tags in Jade, but as Raynin reaches out to Gothika, and tags her in. Gothika charges in the ring, taking Jade down with a clotheslines. She bounces back to get feet but Gothika grabs her head and lifts her up in to an implant DDT. Gothika stands up calling for the end, but something at the top of the ramp catches her attention.
Adams: The Freakettes are here!
Rock Rose and Felony Fontana stand at the top of the ramp, calling down to The Fallen. Raynin turns around on the ring apron, looking at the top of the ramp, but Crystal gets to her feet, charging in the ring and nailing Raynin with a dropkick through the ropes. Raynin flies off the apron, Gothika turns around, moving towards Crystal, but Jade is back on her feet. Jade charges at Gothika from behind, dropkicking her in the back of the knee before locking on the STF!
Adams: Poetic Justice locked in!
Gothika tries to fight it but can't break out of it. Crystal grabs the top rope and springboards out and on to Raynin, stopping her from getting back in. Eventually, Gothika taps out!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winners of the match.... Jade Manendez-Arcador and Crystal Hilton!
Adams: Jade and Crystal have won the match and beaten the joint number one contenders for the tag team championships!
Simone: This win has got to put them in line for a shot at the gold.
The camera focuses on the Freakettes, laughing at the Fallen before cutting elsewhere
Drake walks around the corner to the spot just outside of the walk in cooler. He sees Delia there, tapping her foot with her arms crossed.
Drake: What is this all about? I dont have time for???
Delia practically snarls in response to this as she shakes her head. She reaches her hand up from her chest, just enough to brush a strand of her blonde hair from her face. As she does so, she stares daggers through Drake, who seems to be waiting just as impatiently for a reply.
Delia: No??? no, I can't do z'is??? I'll handle it on my own, Drake. What was I s'inking? As if you are capable of caring about anys'ing z'at is not centered around yourself???
Delia shakes her head as her face shows a certain amount of pain. She lowers her head as she walks past Drake, ready to leave when he grabs onto her arm gently, stopping her, though it is more out of intrigue than actually caring about her feelings.
Drake: No, I'm here now. At least tell me that this isn't a total waste of time?
Delia looks up, her eyes watering slightly as she looks into his green eyes. She opens her mouth to say something, but then she stops herself. She looks away from Drake, staring down at the tiles on the floor intently.
Delia: I suppose z'is depends on what you consider your time to be wor's. Look, z'is was a bad idea. I have handled worse on my own, and I stand here, alive and well. Z'is will be no different.
Drake: Will you please spare me the dramatic bullshit right now and just talk to me? You obviously had a reason for asking me to meet you here, and unless Sean Jackson is going to pop out of that freezer and???
Drake's eyes wander over to the cooler, and he flings open the door, in a casual manner. He sees nothing there, and a bit of relief washes over him. Delia gently smacks his arm as if to tell him to stop playing around.
Drake: Just tell me what this is all about. I've got more important things to focus on right now than some girl that wants a second taste.
Delia: Unlikely???
Drake: So you're saying it was bad?
Drake cracks a smile as a rosy red blush comes over Delia's cheeks. She is gritting her teeth behind her lips, but this only seems to satisfy Drake more. Delia huffs as she shakes her head in the negative, hating to admit it. Drake leans against the cooler door as Delia slowly looks up into his eyes.
Delia: Look, I'm not here to waste time, but z'is is not easy to say. I wouldn't ask you here if it was not absolutely necessary. I have done many s'ings z'at I am not proud of. Us??? was one of z'ose s'ings, I assure???
Delia narrows her eyes as she stares at Drake. He cracks another smirk as he shakes his head at her. Before he can speak, she cuts him off, holding a finger against his lips.
Delia: I gave in to your charm once, and now I am burdened wi's z'e guilt of breaking my own virtues. I refuse to allow you to give me your smoo's lines any longer.
Drake: Ah, yes. The ever so virtuous Delia Darling. You were corrupted long before you and I ever met. Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing at now, but I don't have time for this.
Delia: But Drake???
Delia reaches out for Drake's arm, but he quickly brushes it aside as he continues to walk off. Once he is about ten feet away, Delia's face lights up with desperation as a tear rolls down her cheek.
Delia: I'm pregnant???
Drake stops dead in his tracks as his head slowly lifts up. His eyebrows scrunch up in confusion as he nearly laughs at the idea. If he weren't so stunned, he might have actually done so. He lets the reality hit him as he musters up the only response he can.
Drake: Huh?
Drake slowly turns around to Delia, but the only thing that remains of her is the scent of her intoxicating perfume, and a swinging door leading to the rest of the venue. In the distance, he can hear sobs, but he is too stunned to follow after her. He places his hands on the sides of his head as he absorbs this information, and we fade elsewhere.
The scene opens on the backstage are where we find Necra sitting with her mother and Sara as she fixes Necra's hair. The older woman looked no more then in her early 30's and was beautiful none the less. She stayed away from the mirror in the room, but something was strange about her, but no one could figure it out. Sara finishes with Necra's hair, and start's on her nails.
Necra: Tonight there will be no mercy.
Cleo: There is never mercy in this game my dearest. This so called heroine will fall at your feet.
Necra: I've gone up against Roxi a few times, and it's always been back and forth, but not tonight. I just wish I could get my hands on Delia...
Cleo: When you win this match my sweet, you will get what you want, and trust me there is nothing that anyone can do to stop to you and your friends. Tonight the Daughters of Darkness will prevail no matter what they try to stop any of you.
Necra smiles and knew her mother was right. If they worked together nothing could stop them.
Necra: I plan on doing everything and anything that I can to destroy anyone that stands in our way. Roxi just happens to be the next victim that stands in my path. Then, and only then I will be able to do what needs to be done. I'm glad you're here to see my glorious moment of triumph.
Cleo: I am too. I do miss it, but I cannot stay on this realm for as long as I would like to.
Necra: I know.
Sara finishes with Necra's nails and she smiles as she looks at her shimmering nails. They had been sharpened to a point to be used in her match. She gets up from where she sits, and heads for the door.
Cleo: Go out there and show them why you are feared...
Necra: I always do.
With that Necra walks out of the locker room and down the hallway, as the scene changes to the main part of the arena.
Backstage, we find Mercedes standing alone in front of an SCW backdrop with the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship over her shoulder and her checklist in her hand. The Argentine, confident, though still optimistic, smiles at the camera as she makes her first words about her match ahead of Climax Control.
Mercedes: Last week, Amy and Jessie, yeah, they made history by capturing the Bombshell Tag Titles for the second time and third for both individually, and that's great. Kudos to them. Tonight, though, I make history of my own. Title defense number four.
Mercedes holds up four fingers while nodding her head.
Mercedes: Yeah, that's right. Right now, I'm tied with Necra for the most successful defenses in the history of this championship. And I'm not saying that this match is going to be easy, but who are we kidding, right? I'm facing Little Miss Supervillian and Buff Barbie. Thanksgiving has come and gone, but if this is your idea of an early Christmas gift, SCW, then I'm pretty sure this is one gift that will keep on giving.
She folds her arms across her chest, now leaning against the golf cart.
Mercedes: Traci, Zuri, here's your chance to finally take this belt off me, because I would hate to see that another golden opportunity turn into another wasted opportunity
She pauses, mockingly putting on a show of half-hearted sympathy.
Mercedes: So you had better make this opportunity count. The ball may be in my court, ??? and it IS in MY court. The final seconds are on the clock, the pressure is mounting, and I'm up by one point. So I dare you to make a move, Traci. I dare you to try and get past me and make this shot., Zuri. Because you only get one shot at this. Santa isn't the only making a checklist this year...
Mercedes turns her clipboard towards the camera and makes a sweeping gesture with her hand at their names.
Mercedes: Santa isn't the only making a checklist this year...
The crowd instantly falls into boos as "Amazing" by Hi Fashion begins playing over the speakers. The curtains are quickly shoved aside as Delia Darling steps out onto the stage, wearing a very fashionable black and white checkered skirt and jacket over a black blouse. She is wearing a matching sun hat as well as a matching purse. Her sunglasses are checkered as well as her blonde hair cascades down her shoulders and back. She has the Bombshell Championship draped casually over her shoulder as she looks from side to side. The audience continues to boo her as she walks down the ramp with authority. A young girl holds up a hand made Mean Girls sign, reaching out for Delia, who scoffs and glares at her for a second. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a tube of Germ X and soaks her hands in it as she flips her hair over her shoulder to show off the Bombshell Championship better. Wasting little time, she walks over toward the announcers table, and Belinda Simone can be heard groaning into her headset.
Adams: Yes! It must be time for Delia to join us on commentary.
Simone: Pardon me while I tear a page out of Delia's handbook and gag myself???
Delia circles around the table, but instead of taking a seat next to Jason, she climbs up onto the table. The cameras flash at her as she strikes a few dramatic poses. The last pose she strikes, she raises the belt high into the air for all to see. She then removes her sunglasses and points to her face as she screams at the fans. She turns around and "accidentally" kicks a cup over onto Belinda, shrugging with a "Sorry bout it" response. She then reaches over as Jason helps her down daintily. It is only now that she puts the headset on and takes her seat as Belinda begins sopping up the liquid with some papers.
Simone: Nice job there, Deelz. You could have ruined thousands of dollars worth of equipment right there, not to mention my blouse.
Delia: Riiiiight, because I couldn't hand you a five dollar bill to more z'an cover z'e blouse???
Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Iiiiiiiiintroducing first, hailing from Isle of the Gods, Greece, standing at 5 feet 11 inches, and weighing in at 127 pounds, and being accompanied to the ring by Blanca Chastain, she is "The Goddess of the Dead"??? NECRRRRRRRRRRRRA OCTAAAAAAAAAVIAN KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANE!!!
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 Gaza 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 and Blanca following behind. Sara has her head lowered never raising her eyes to the crowd. Necra leads a black panther on a leash in front of her, and the Bombshell Roulette Title on her shoulder, as they head down the ramp way. Necra ignores the fans as they start down the ramp way. They reach the ring, and Necra kisses Ex, and hands the leash to Sara, as she bows. Ex helps her up onto the edge of the ring, and opens the ropes for her. She stands in the middle of the ring, and she raises her hands, only to bring them down, as golden sparkles fall onto the crowd..
Justin Decent: Aaaand her opponent! Coming to us from Tampa, Florida??? standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 132 pounds, she is??? RRRRROXIIIIII JOHHHHHHHHNSSSSOOOOONNNN!!!
"Help is on the Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience.
DING! DING! DING!
Delia: It is always nice to have a look at potential challengers. Not z'at eis'er of z'ese basics deserve z'e opportunity to wrestle me, but???
Simone: You are just so humble, Delia Darling. How do you do it?
Adams: Years of practice I would assume.
Necra scouts out the ring as Roxi strategically follows Necra, keeping her distance, but standing at the ready. Roxi keeps her eyes on the former Bombshell Roulette and Tag champion carefully, holding her arms out in an attempt to be ready for anything that might be coming her way. Necra gains some ground as she and Roxi tie up. Necra's technical experience helps her as she rolls behind Roxi and brings her over with a German Suplex. She rolls over, waiting as Roxi bounces back, rolling to her feet and coming in for the attack.
Simone: Necra is coming on strong right out of the gate.
Adams: She has got to keep it up in order to beat someone as sexy, I mean determined, as Roxi Johnson.
Delia: Yes, perhaps she does??? but "sexy"? Really? Wi's z'at gross man jaw? Ugh, whatever???
Necra brings Roxi down with a quick Snapmare, quickly following it up with a dropkick to her back. She grabs onto Roxi's hair and pulls her over to the corner where she slowly climbs, lifting her off of the mat as she goes. Roxi tries to fight back as Necra gets to the top rope. Necra hooks her arm around Roxi's neck and gets ready to leap off, but Roxi grabs onto her tights and slams her down hard on the mat.
Simone: A resourceful move by Roxi, but it seems rather desperate to start off.
Delia: What program have you been calling, Belinda? Desperate is what Roxi does best. Hash tag, Roxi Facts???
Adams: You gotta do what you gotta do to stop a move like that from connecting. Plus, it's not illegal. Are you doubting Roxi?.
Roxi takes a moment to stomp on a downed Necra for good measure. She dashes across the ring and comes flying off of the nearest ropes, crashing down with a Rolling Thunder. Roxi holds onto her ribs as she rises up from the mat. She brings Necra with her as she sends the Goddess into the ropes. As Necra rebounds off of the ropes, Roxi leans down, looking for some type of slam, but Necra hooks arms with her and goes for a Backslide Pin. However, Roxi reverses it on her and brings her up and over with a Reverse Piledriver!
Simone: What an amazing maneuver there from the former Bombshell Champion!
Delia: Forrrrrrrmer is z'e right word, coming from z'e current champion. As if she will regain it while I hold z'e belt???
Adams: Well, a win here tonight could certainly give her another shot at you. She has come close to defeating you on a few occasions. Delia: Jason, you're privileges of addressing me directly are close to disappearing??? Delia's thick French accent lingers as Jason gasps. Roxi takes a second to breath before leaning over Necra in a set up for a pin. Necra rolls back a little, stretching her legs around Roxi's neck, squeezing as she leans forward. Roxi tries to stand up, taking Necra with her. Necra slides through Roxi's legs, and with a hand stand, she refuses to let go of the hold. Roxi pries Necra's legs from her neck, and tosses her back. However, Necra cartwheels forward and bounces off of the ropes, running at Roxi with a bulldog that drops her to the ground. Adams: I like the way Necra Octavian Kane moves, like grease lightening! Simone: She has talent, and that is exactly why she has ruled over the Bombshell Roulette division for so long??? Delia: Z'at is??? until Mercedes Vargas??? a Mean Girl??? decided to focus on z'is division. Simone: Yeah, maybe she should move on to bigger and better things, like the Bombshell Championship? Delia: HA!!! Z'at is rich, Bindy, darling??? We all know z'at will never happen. The crowd cheers as Roxi slowly gets up and walks over to Necra. Necra is waiting for her at the ready, but Roxi quickly ducks behind her. She brings her down with a Backbreaker. The crowd cheers as Necra gets her foot on the ropes. Roxi tugs her away, pulling forward to get her away from the ropes.. However, this is a golden opportunity for Necra, who is quick to escape. Roxi grabs her by the shoulders to tug her back, but Necra turns around and kicks her in the gut for her troubles. She bounces off of the ropes, doing a handspring forward, wrapping her legs around Roxi's neck, and takes her down with a swift Headscissors. Simone: Amazing agility by the former Bombshell Roulette Champion, here. Adams: I could think of a few instances where that agility and flexibility could come in handy... like gymnastics for one.
Delia: Or, z'e way she earned her shots at z'e Bombshell Roulette Championship??? Oops, sorry bout it???
Necra springs up to her feet and she plays to the audience a bit, feeding on their cheers before she begins stalking Roxi a bit. She bounces off of the ropes and times it just as Roxi slowly gets up to a kneeling position. As she does, Necra comes across with a Shining Wizard Kick that sends her back down to the ground. She drops down for the cover as Drew makes the count.
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Roxi kicks out. The audience cheers for the match to continue. Blanca shouts words of encouragement to Necra as she drags Roxi up by her arms. Roxi groans in pain as she comes up to her feet. She elbows Necra in the stomach, and then she tosses her into the corner. As Necra comes out, Roxi Spears her back into it. She steps back, measuring Necra up. She comes up with a hard clothesline, and then she rolls her backward with a Monkey Flip that sends Necra landing on her back. Roxi runs up the turnbuckle and comes crashing down with a Senton Splash
Simone: Roxi Johnson is really pulling out all of the stops here tonight, isn't she?.
Delia: If z'is is pulling out all of z'e stops, z'en it mustn't be too difficult to impress you???
Adams: Well, when you are facing someone like Necra Octavian Kane, it doesn't matter who you are, ya gotta take her seriously!
Delia: You two are too much??? It is so nice of you to praise z'ese losers, but some of z'e fans are smart enough to realize z'ey are busted, basic, and ratchet.
Roxi slowly rolls away from Necra to gain her footing. She then stumbles back over toward Necra. She leans down for the pin. Necra surprises Roxi as she comes down for the pin. She rolls Roxi up into a Small Package
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Roxi rolls Necra over, turning the pin attempt onto her.
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3!NO!
Necra turns it back over on Roxi. The fans are on the edge of their seats as they watch Drew's head spin.
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3!NO!KICKOUT!
Simone: What an impressive showing from both ladies! Necra locked in the pin, only to have it turned around on her, and then regained.
Adams: I can't even keep up with them. I don't know who to cheer for??? my head is so confused!
Delia: Neis'er? I wish one of z'em would pin z'e oz'er so z'at we can all get on wi's our lives???
As Jason cries out in frustration, the audience cheers as both ladies find their way up to their feet at the same time. They watch each other carefully as they don't want to make any moves in haste. Roxi leans against the ropes, plotting her next move as Necra goes on the defensive. Roxi charges forward, and Necra goes for a Clothesline, but Roxi ducks underneath it. Roxi comes off of the opposing ropes, looking for a Headscissors, but Necra grabs onto her legs and flings them off of her. Roxi finds herself against the ropes, looking for a Handspring Elbow. She connects to Necra's face, causing her to hold onto her right eye. Roxi sends Necra into the corner. As she charges forward, Necra ducks out of the way, letting Roxi delicately turn around. Necra rams a knee into Roxi's stomach. She then ascends the corner and begins hitting punches as the crowd counts along with her.
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Simone: Necra has rallied the fans behind her, but truth be told, both of these ladies are putting on a great show for the fans.
Delia: Yawn???
As she hits the final blow, she falls down with a Monkey Flip, tossing Roxi up and over to the mat. The crowd goes wild for a brief moment as Necra climbs to the top rope. She looks down to measure Roxi up. Necra leaps off for a Frog Splash that connects hard with Roxi. She grabs onto her ribs as she goes for a pin.
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KICKOUT!
Adams: How are these ladies still going?
Simone: They both want it that much, Jason! Only one can win, but either way, the fans will win with this one!
Delia: Yes, me being out here has saved z'is match from being anos'er bas'room break match. You're welcome, darlings???
Necra can't believe that Roxi kicked out of this move. She slowly stands up and leans on the ropes to catch her breath again. She pants a bit, and Roxi gets up to her feet. In one last attempt to gain the advantage, Roxi charges forward with a Spear, but both ladies wind up toppling over the ropes and to the outside. Drew gives them a second as they tumble to the ground before starting his count.
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Roxi stirs a bit as does Necra. Both women are worn down, and as the count gets up there, Necra comes to her feet first. Necra slides into the ring. She walks around waiting for her opponent to get back to her feet. As she does, Necra steps back, inviting her back into the ring. She says something that really inspires Roxi to bring it, and she charges into the ring. Necra tells her to bring it on, and Roxi charges at her. As she does, Necra dodges a Clothesline attempt, but Roxi grabs onto her dark locks tightly. She crashes down with a hard bulldog that sends Necra crashing forward and onto the middle rope. Roxi dashes to the other side of the ring, and through the ropes. As she does, she jumps up and nails a West Coast Pop that sends the crowd into a frenzy. She rolls back, and takes a breath before setting Necra up for the Justice Lock. Necra clicks her heels against Roxi's head. Roxi attempts it once more, garnering the same response.
Simone: And the match continues!.
Adams: I would say this one is about over, but it's still anyone's game!
Delia: You can't be serious!!! Must I handle everys'ing on my own??? *Static*
Delia drops the headset down as she snatches her belt from the table. She holds it firmly in her hands as she turns and knocks Sara out with the belt. Blanca Chastain turns around, just in time to meet the Bombshell Championship up close and personal. Delia rubs the belt on her jacket as she stares at the ring. Roxi steps up to the ropes, as does Necra. Both ladies taunt Delia, despite Drew's warnings. Delia wields her belt, ready to smash it into Necra's face, but she backs up??? right into the Ray of Hope! The crowd boos slightly at the dirty tactics as Delia crosses her arms over her chest. Roxi hooks the leg and Drew Patton drops down for the cover.
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Justin Decent: And your winner... ROXIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII JOHHHHHHHHHHNNNSSSSSOOOOOOOOOONNNNN!!!
Simone: This match could have gone either way, as the experience of Roxi Johnson helped her, but our Bombshell Champion felt the need to get involved tonight???
Necra stands up and looks down to Delia for a moment. She doesn't have much time to do anything as Delia slides inside of the ring. The bell rings repeatedly as Delia smashes the belt into Roxi's face out of nowhere, knocking her out cold. She glares over at Necra, ordering her away as she drops down with all of her weight on top of the title belt, busting Roxi open. Necra laughs at Delia's attempt at ordering her, and she grabs Delia by the hair, flinging her to the ropes. Delia ducks a Clothesline, and spins in a complete 360 turn to slap the taste out of Necra's mouth. She screams in Necra's face, but Necra surprises her with a boot to the gut! Delia falls out onto the apron, and as she rises, Necra flies forward, sending Delia careening off of the apron, knocking her head on the barricade as the champion is out cold! Necra looks down at Delia, rubbing her stomach with a wicked smile on her face.
Simone: By no stretch of the imagination am I a fan of Delia Darling, but that is disgusting. That smile makes me think that Necra is talking more about the announcement Delia made earlier tonight than the title belt.
Adams: We need to get medics out here immediately!
Roxi slowly stirs, seeing what is happening. She stands up with everything she has in her, and immediately stops Necra from stepping outside of the ring. Necra's eyes flare up in anger, but Roxi calmly asks her not to. The resident Super Hero helps wave down the medics as Necra narrows her eyes, smiling and exiting the ring.
Still in a foul mood Caleb is seen walking around the backstage area. Still dressed in the faded blue jeans and the black 'contract killer' t-shirt. His eyes were focused dead ahead as he made his way through the hallway. He passed by various SCW workers. His speech before had left a lot of people upset. The things he said were deep, truthful, but most of all they were to piss the competition off. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of one of the men he had been going back and forth with for the past few weeks. Ringo. Caleb chuckled to himself as he made his way over to his new found enemy. Cracking his knuckles in his hands as he did so.
Caleb: Well, well, well???. if it isn't the leader of the power couple himself..
Ringo, standing tall in his black suit and black unbuttoned shirt, turned to see who had spoke. He looks the man in the eye and cracks a soft, crooked smile.
Ringo: Who are you?
Caleb nodded his head a bit laughing at the response of Ringo. Bringing his right hand up to his chin Caleb gently rubbed at the five O'clock shadow that was forming.
Caleb: The future of the SCW. The man who is going to break apart this little dream of absolute power you've been building inside your head. The man who is going to lead SCW to the promised land???. need I go on?
Ringo turns his head sideways quickly, cracking his neck in the process, and take s a step forward towards Houston.
Ringo: Dream? Dreams are for children, and for men like you. I don't dream. I react to the situations around me...and I evolve.
Caleb: That's where I think you're lying Ringo. Everyone has a dream about something. It doesn't matter if they're a child, or a 'man like me.' They never stop coming. They never stop forming. So you can stand there, on your little pedestal thinking you're above me and everyone else. But when it comes down to it, and you lay your head down on that pillow at night time. You're scared. Scared of your future. Scared of what you've been building towards, but more importantly scared of the man standing in front of you right now.
Caleb's voice was a deep and to the point. Every muscle in his body was tensing up as he spoke. You could see his pulse through the veins protruding from his neck. With each step Ringo took towards him Caleb became more and more focused on the situation. Ready to answer. Ready to fight.
Caleb: Take a look back Ringo. What exactly have you done lately? Beside having to form a little team to defeat a troubled, paint wearing little boy..
Mr. JN Ringo lets out a loud, obnoxious belly laugh as Caleb finishes speaking. He laughs for a solid five seconds before suddenly stopping, his face suddenly blank again.
Ringo: You remind me of someone. Someone who thought, beyond all belief and common sense, that he had the answers to all questions. That he knew what made each man tick.
He inches closer, leaning in toward Houston's face.
Ringo: Tick???
He leans back.
Ringo: I don't know who you are, and quite honestly, I don't care. Who ever you are, you haven't been unlucky enough for me to find out yet. But I promise you...just like the rest of them...that day will come. And when I say...it's not a dream nor is it a fantasy. It's just an unfortunate but inevitable reality that belongs to you. Now move on before you disturb me any further???
Caleb shook his head a bit. Rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down toward the ground. He could feel the warmth of Ringo's words bouncing off of his face. Caleb looked back up, and locked his eyes back on Ringo.
Caleb: Just like the rest of them, huh? And who exactly is 'them' Ringo?
Caleb asked. As Caleb spoke he began to realize this man standing in front of him was not much different than he was. He stood there for a few seconds looking at Ringo. Getting a read on him. Traveling deep into his mind.
Caleb: There have been a lot of people in my career who've given me that same exact speech. Each and everyone of them thought they knew exactly what they were getting into. They didn't realize it before it was too late. You see Ringo you and I aren't too much different. We're just going about things a different way. Unfortunately for you. The same end game you have is the same one I'm working towards. Whether this goes down now, or in seven weeks it's inevitable.
A small sparkle sets in Ringo's eye. He points toward Caleb and another crooked smile forms on his face.
Ringo: Twitter. Your face is forgettable but that sense of self-worth..it leaves a lasting impression. I don't know who you've met in the past, boy. I don't know what it is you think my goals are but what I can promise you???
Again, he moves in closer to Caleb. He gets right in his face and whispers.
Ringo: You've just poked the wrong sleeping Giant and you will see this face again. In your???
He does air quotes.
Ringo: ...dreams that you so admittingly suffer from. I will haunt you until I'm ready...until I'm bored enough with everyone else. You're not worth changing course. You'll simply be...a bonus.
Caleb looked to Ringo as the two men stood there. Foreheads millimeters from touching. Neither man blinking. Neither man backing down.
Caleb: A bonus??? huh?
Caleb asked him.
Caleb: Are you sure this is how you want it to go down? Right here? Right now?
Caleb asked as he brought his right hand up placing in on the chest giving him a little bit of a push opening up the distance between the two of them. He moved back on his heels ready to react what the next step was. Caleb was no struggle to backstage altercations. This wasn't his first, and it most certainly wouldn't be his last.
Ringo: You sad, stupid little man.
Ringo backs up just a bit.
Ringo: You'll know when I'm ready. You'll know when I come for you. You won't need to ask, boy.
Caleb: Sad? Stupid? That's fine with me.
Caleb said standing there not letting his guard down.
Caleb: The way I see it. This isn't the first time you've backed down from a challenge. I get it though. Keep running. Keep hiding. Eventually there won't be anywhere else for you to hide. Eventually I'm going to get to test that chin of yours. Hopefully it's a little bit stronger than you are.
Ringo: You cannot threaten me. I am not intimidated by weak men who have nothing better to do than to walk around the halls and try to pick fights when they already know the answer. You will be dealt with when I decide to deal with you and it doesn't matter to me who you tell that I am hiding or running, or whatever spin you want to put on it. You are not important enough to alter my course. You cannot break my resolve. You're not important enough and you clearly aren't ready to test me.
Caleb nodded his head as he listened to Ringo's words. Chuckling to himself. Caleb slowly began to relax his fists. His shoulders slouching down a bit.
Caleb: I don't know answers, Ringo. I create them. I'm not one of the type of people who sits around, and waits for things to happen. No. I go out there and I make those things happen. Keep pushing me off Ringo. Keep sliding me to the back burner. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to be a thorn in your side. I'll be the elephant in each, and every one of the rooms you step foot into. I don't need to be important to you. Because quite frankly that doesn't matter to me.
Caleb said. Crossing his arms in front of his chest. He lifted his head up, and looked down at Ringo standing in front of him.
Caleb: I'm not ready to test you? Well, what do you call this?
Ringo: This is not a test...you are not a test. If anything...you would be practice and easy practice at that. Now unless you have something more engaging to say???
He points his hand down the hallway.
Ringo: ...I have things to do.
Caleb reached up and smacked Ringo's hand back down to his side.
Caleb: You're little hand isn't going to send me anywhere. This isn't over until I say it's over. I don't really give two shits about what other things you have planned to do. You want me to leave. Make me leave.
Just as Caleb finishes his sentence, Giani Di Luca and J2H walk around the corner and settle in behind Ringo, flanking him on either side. Ringo smiles.
Ringo: If I wanted to I could end this right now. I could stuff you into a locker in Las Vegas and no one would hear from you again but that wouldn't fit the plan. You don't fit. You're not getting that. I know you must run around and play tough guy all day long and I'm sure people by into that as people often do. I'm sure you throw your weight around, what little of it you think you might have, and some people submit to you because well... people are stupid. If you really want to make an impact here, boy, you'll walk on down that hallway and learn how this world really operates. Come back when you're ready and then...maybe...I'll give you the satisfaction of falling to my sword.
Caleb looked from Ringo, to Giani, to J2H. His eyes scanning each and everyone of them. Sensing the situation was about to blow up he cocked his right fist back ready to swing. As soon as he was ready to let it go he was stopped by 'The Rookie Sensation' Hydro. He turned his focus from Power back to Hydro who was closely followed by JT Midas. Each of them looking at him. Hydro shook his head 'No' while telling Caleb this wasn't the time or place. Caleb ripped his arm back from Hydro, and as he returned his attention back to Power he saw the crew of security slowly making their way down the hallway.
Caleb: ??? This isn't over.. Not by a long shot.
Ringo: I hope not, boy. I just hope you're ready when we come...
Hydro and JT Midas pull Caleb away as the we cut to elsewhere.
Attention switches to the SCW-Tron, above the stage; visible on the screen is a table, on which is an open bottle of champagne. As the camera zooms out, a chair can be seen next to the table, and the fans cheer at the sight of the person that is sat in the chair: Simon Jones. Simon is holding a glass of champagne; he raises his hand, and holds out the glass towards the camera.
Simon: Cheers.
Simon has a sip of champagne.
Simon: I'm not usually a wine drinker, but you can't have a proper celebration without champagne - and without question, tonight is a cause for celebration, for everyone associated with Sin City Wrestling, as SCW's flagship show, Climax Control, reaches the milestone of one hundred episodes.
Simon takes another sip from the glass.
Simon: During the past week, I was asked on Twitter by a number of people, both friend and former-foe, whether I would be in Las Vegas, for Climax Control. Unfortunately, I am unable to attend the show, and so I have had to settle for recording this message for all of you.
Simon takes a third sip of his champagne; he then places the glass on the table, and looks back to the camera
Simon: I remember watching the fiftieth episode, eighteen months ago, and hearing some of the men and women of SCW reminisce about their favourite memories from Climax Control - well, I guess it's now time for me to do likewise.
Simon rubs his chin.
Simon: I have plenty of fond memories, and perhaps my fondest one is from the show that took place seven days after the Sunday that saw Climax Control bring up its half century. You see, on the fiftieth episode of Climax Control, Mark Ward announced that the following week, there would be an open invitational gauntlet battle royal, to determine a new number one challenger for the SCW Heavyweight Championship - I didn't know it at the time, but for me, that would prove to be a career altering announcement.
Simon nods his head.
Simon: I actually first appeared in front of the SCW cameras on episode number forty-eight of Climax Control, when I made an appearance to promote an upcoming match in ACW, where I would be challenging Vixen for the NWA cruiserweight title. Then, four weeks later, I was invited to attend the subsequent episode of Climax Control, and despite being there simply as a guest, I ended up appearing on camera again, when I had a run-in backstage with Misty and her disciples - remember them? - as the sight of me with my newly won title raised her ire. But it was on episode number fifty-one, that I competed inside the six-sided ring for the first time.
Simon smiles.
Simon: My decision to enter the gauntlet battle royal was made very much at the eleventh hour - and when I was drawn to be the first competitor to enter the match, my chances of being successful did not look that great. However, I went on to be the last man standing, as I outlasted the other ten participants, and in the process, earned a shot at the heavyweight title. Now, when it comes to debuts, aside from actually winning a title, it doesn't get much better than that - which is why, eighteen months later, that is perhaps my fondest moment from Climax Control.
Simon' smile broadens.
Simon: But as I've already mentioned, there have been plenty of other highlights for me, from my appearances on Climax Control - and so I'll pick out a few more, which were notable: standing in the ring, two weeks after my debut in SCW, and announcing that I had signed a contract to become a full-time member of the roster; defeating Giani Di Luca, at the end of February, to win the Heavyweight Championship for a second time; and teaming with Brandi Shotze, as we advanced through the preliminary rounds of this year's Blast from the Past tournament.
Simon's smile then lessens, as he let's out a slight sigh.
Simon: Had I been able to be present for Climax Control this evening, I'm sure that at least one person would've found reason to criticize me for being there - that person being the new SCW Heavyweight Champion, Sean Jackson; it has been four months since I last set foot inside the six-sided ring, and yet Sean Jackson seems unable to keep my name out of his mouth - maybe he is still bitter about what happened at Chaos In Cape Town.
Simon gives a shrug of his shoulders.
Simon: Speaking of the tour of Africa, from earlier this year, a sign of how SCW has grown in the three years since the first episode of Climax Control aired, is the announcement that was made three weeks ago: the announcement that next year, SCW will embark upon a world tour. And as if that was not enough, the announcement of the world tour was made even better - in my mind, at least - when it was added that the first stop on the tour will be my hometown, of Birmingham. So while I am unable to be in Vegas this evening, nothing will prevent me from being in attendance when the SCW world tour begins, in six weeks' time - I don't know what role I will have to play in the show, but I can promise you that I will be there.
Simon grins.
Simon: And on the subject of people returning to SCW, I had a surprise visit on Thursday, from a former member of the roster, who is keen to make a return to the six-sided ring - so that's something else for you to possibly look out for, in the coming weeks.
Simon picks up his glass of champagne.
Simon: Well, I think it's time for me to draw this to a conclusion - before you all get sick of the sound of my voice. But just before I do go, I think it's only right that, on this landmark day in the history of Sin City Wrestling, I say congratulations to a few people, in recognition of the accomplishment. Firstly, congratulations to Christian Underwood and Mark Ward, whose vision of running their own wrestling promotion, led to the founding of SCW; congratulations also to Erik Staggs, who has played a critical role in the evolution of SCW.
Simon takes a sip from the glass.
Simon: Congratulations to the men and women of the SCW roster, past and present, who have put their bodies on the line each week, and who continue to do so, as they produce some of the best matches that you will see anywhere around the globe; congratulations too, to all of the other members of staff: the officials, the commentators, the reporters, and all of the people that work behind the scenes, who you never see - each of whom plays an important part in making SCW tick.
Simon again takes a sip of the champagne.
Simon: And finally, congratulations to all of you - the SCW fans.
That draws a cheer from the crowd.
Simon: You are the lifeblood of Sin City Wrestling; you use your hard earned money to pay for tickets, and to buy merchandise. And by forking out your hard earned money, you make it possible for the SCW roster to entertain you each week - to put it simply, without all of you, there would be no Sin City Wrestling, and so for that, you deserve to be congratulated just as much as anyone else.
Another cheer from the fans can be heard.
Simon: So, here's to the next one hundred episodes of Climax Control.
Simon raises his hand, and again holds his glass out, towards the camera.
Simon: And I'll see all of you in Birmingham, on the eleventh of January.
As Simon drinks the remaining contents of his glass, the scene cuts away.
Simone: These past couple of weeks has seen a huge influx of talent from all over the globe and coming up next we are seeing one of them alongside her brother in one of SCW's rare mixed tag team matches.
Adams: That's right Gabriel Asar will team with his sister Jemma to take on a formidable combination, the Sin of Wrath Rage and Melody Grace.
Simone: As I often say, let's take it to Justin!
Justin: The following mixed tag team match is scheduled for one fall and it features an SCW debut!
The crowd cheers in response and the cheers grow loader as "I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin floods through the sound system, draining out the mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd. Gabriel Asar, in his black jeans and matching boots, steps out from behind the curtain and onto the stage.
Justin: Introducing first, from Newark, New Jersey weighing in at 217lbs, Gabriel Asar!
His eyes pan across the arena at the rowdy crowd, forcing the corner of his lips to twist into the faintest of smirks. He tightens his elbow pads and begins his descent down the ramp. He is instantly met with the humid smell of body odor and his skin being slapped by the flailing arms of the fans that were desperate to cop. Approaching the bottom of the ramp, he takes a deep breath, and then rolls under the bottom rope and into the ring. He stands and rolls his arms across the balls of his shoulders, loosening up his muscles. Gabriel backs himself into the turnbuckle as his music dies down and casually leans into it, ready to get on with business as usual.
Simone: Even with his sister at his side he has a huge mountain to climb tonight.
Adams: I'm just wondering what will happen if they end up on opposite sides of the ring at next year's Blast from the Past Tournament.
Justin: And his partner!
"The Lucky Ones" by Kerli starts pouring out of the arena's PA system as the room is flooded with a mixture of blue hued lights. The fans are cheering as they await the arrival of Jemma Asar. When she comes out form backstage, she has a huge smile upon her face as she walks to the top of the ramp.
Justin: From Essex, England, making her SCW debut, Jemma Asar!
Once she has reached the spot, she poses by crossing her arms in front of her and swinging them up. She stands there for a few brief seconds before walking down the ramp towards the ring. The almost 6 foot frame of Jemma comes into play as she is quick to jump onto the ring apron and easily through the top and middle ropes. Her music is still pumping through the PA system as she jumps onto the second rung of the closest turnbuckle and poses the same as she did on the stage. Jemma then hops down and waits off in the far corner for her opponent as her music fades away.
Simone: From what I've heard Jemma is about as raw as a rookie can get as she made her pro-wrestling debut earlier this year.
Adams: And she is facing off against Melody Grace and Rage for her first match in SCW, this is going to be a long night for her.
Justin: And their opponents!
Monster by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Wrath, Rage, appears from behind the curtain. His manager, Synn, stands on one side of him, while his valet, and fellow Seven Deadly Sins stablemate, Kittie, stands on the other.
Justin: First, from Las Vegas, weighing in at 300lbs, "The Sin of Wrath" Rage!
They stand at the entrance for a few moments before Rage raises his clenched fist above him, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring with a dark almost demonic look on his face. Once he gets to the ring, he pulls himself up to the apron, using the second rope, and then steps over the top rope to enter the ring. Synn and Kittie take their place on the outside of the ring as Rage looks to the backstage entrance. His music dies down and he waits for his partner to enter.
Simone: The Sins have had their problems with The Players Club in recent weeks but Rage has had his fair share of problems with Gabriel.
Adams: In other words, this will be interesting.
Justin: And his partner!
Whilst Jasmine does her best to keep Gabriel and Rage separate the cameras scan back to the entrance ramp while the lighting in the arena dims down to nothing. In the background a techno bass drum solo comes to life on the personal address system, before an array of bright colored lights start flickering sporadically. "I'm laid back, I'm feeling this" sounds, alerting the crowd to the beginning of let's get ridiculous by Red Foo. As the arena comes to life with a night club vibe the lighting at the top of the ramp picks up. The lighting picks up the movement of the black curtains being pushed to the side and out walks two large muscular men. The men are dressed only in a pair of white shiny pants, while their shoes are made out to be horse hooves on top of their heads in a large Unicorn head hiding their identity. As the two shirtless giants make their way onto the stage, it's brought to everyone attention that they're each dragging a long thick piece of white rope. As the two men continue down the walkway, the item that they are pulling finally pops out from behind the curtain.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and twenty nine pounds??? from St. Helena California??? she is Sin City Wrestling's Little Miss Sunshine??? Meeeeeellloooody Grrraaaaacee!!!
The fans come to life with cheers as now on top of the stage Melody is seen sitting on top of a carnival ride. She's seated on a large white Unicorn who is sliding up and down a golden pole; similar to a merry go round. Sitting side saddle in-between the wings of the unicorn Pegasus Melody starts waving adoringly to her fans, who are cheering her on. The two giant men drag the Carnival ride to the middle of the ramp way before each setting down their ropes and making their way towards the moving horned horse. Both men reach up and grab onto Melody's delicate figure and help her down from the unicorn. Giving each of the boys a firm hug the bubbly blonde takes off towards the ring slapping the fans hands along her way. While the men drag her noble steed back up the ramp, Melody finally reaches the ring steps that she quickly runs up. Walking along the ring apron giving the fans a little shake of her tail feathers before stepping over the middle rope Mel enters the ring. Making her way around the six sided ring Melody is waving wildly at the fans, while dancing unable to contain her excitement. As her theme dies down of the personal address system Melody makes her way over to her corner and takes off her furry hood making sure that she puts it down gently.
Simone: This should be an interesting match, Melody has been around SCW for a long time but she's still a rookie whilst Jemma, well it's not clear how many months she has been wrestling for.
Adams: One way or another it's clear that the men want to start this match!
Rage starts arguing his case for starting the match to Melody but she stands her ground, eventually Rage gives in and steps over the ropes and onto the apron, Gabriel follows suit prompting Jasmine to call for the bell and start the match.
Simone: And it's the Bombshells who are starting off.
Adams: Some would argue that the Bombshell Division is even more popular than the male division so this should make the fans happy.
The two Bombshells lock up in the center of the ring and after a few minutes of jockeying for position they start exchanging some submission holds in the middle of the ring, this exchange lasts for a good few minutes before they come to a standstill in the middle of the ring and the crowd applauds their efforts, Jemma however springs into action connecting with a beautiful dropkick to Melody's chin.
Simone: It's obvious that Jemma is out to impress tonight.
Adams: It's also obvious that Rage is not happy about this but then again when IS he happy?!
Jemma quickly goes for a cover but barely gets a one count before Melody kicks out, Jemma tries to stay on the attack by locking in a headlock as Melody gets to her feet but that gets Jemma one thing and one thing only, namely a back suplex from Melody.
Simone: We're seeing a lot of rookie mistakes from Jemma here.
Adams: And despite being a rookie herself Melody is practically schooling Jemma out there!
Melody goes for a quick cover 1???.2???and Jemma kicks out just in time, Melody holds on to Jemma as she gets to her feet bringing up Jemma with her and goes for a second back suplex, however Jemma is able to slip out the back of the attempt and hits a German Suplex on Melody, Jemma holds on for a cover 1???.2???..
Simone: Too early to get a three count there.
Adams: Try telling that to Jemma.
Jemma pounds the matt in frustration before going for another dropkick as Melody gets to her feet but Melody sees it coming and ducks under in making sure that the only thing Jemma actually hits is the matt, Melody takes the opportunity to roll up Jemma 1???..2???..and Jemma reverses it 1???..2???..and Melody kicks out.
Simone: Two near falls in five seconds!
Adams: I almost forgot that this is a mixed tag!
Jemma is the first to get to her feet and climbs up to the top turnbuckle before straightening herself up as Melody gets to her feet, once Melody is on her feet Jemma leaps looking for a Cross Body but she telegraphs it badly allowing Melody to duck down forcing Jemma to hit the matt once again, Melody rolls up Jemma again 1???.2???.and Jemma barely kicks out.
Simone: Another rookie mistake by Jemma.
Adams: I bet Gabriel wants to be anywhere else right now.
It's clear by now that Jemma has had enough and rolls over to her team's corner, realizing what she is up to Gabriel stretches out his hand to his sister and seeing this Rage starts shouting instructions to Melody to tag himself in, she's clearly not up for this but she has no choice as Jemma makes the tag to Gabriel and walks up to Rage before tagging him in.
Simone: And here we go!
Adams: This is going to be great.
Rage charges into battle right off the bat looking to take Gabriel's head off with a clothesline but Gabriel ducks under it, hops onto the middle opposite ropes and springboards back to Rage looking for a cross body, it almost goes as well as his sister's attempt at a cross body a few minutes earlier as Rage catches him and hoists him up for a Powerbomb only to eat a hurricanruna from Gabriel.
Simone: Despite the obvious size difference these two men are pretty evenly matched.
Adams: My money's still on Rage and you've already mentioned why, the size difference!
Gabriel holds on for a cover 1???.2???.and Rage powers out of it, Rage quickly gets to his feet but Gabriel starts kicking away at Rage's legs repeatedly in an attempt to slow him down, this eventually drives Rage to his knees and Gabriel runs to the other side looking to hit a shining wizard???..but hits a massive clothesline from Rage on the rebound.
Simone: Any word on where Gabriel's upper body is right now?
Adams: Somewhere in orbit.
Rage goes for a cover 1???.2???.and Gabriel kicks out at the count of two, Rage shakes his head before picking up Gabriel but eats a jawbreaker for his troubles that sends him stumbling towards the ropes, Gabriel quickly follows it up with a dropkick to Rage's chin that sends the big man to the floor and Synn is quickly to his side, Synn quickly regrets this though as Gabriel bounces off the ropes and hits them both with a Suicide Dive.
Simone: Gabriel just took out both Synn and Rage with that Suicide Dive.
Adams: And to quote a shitty song, here comes the girls!
Melody and Kittle quickly make their way over, presumably to check on Synn and Rage, but they realize too late that Jemma has decided to join in on the suicide dive fun as she dives through the ropes and hits Melody and Kittie with a suicide dive.
Simone: That's probably the first time in the match that Jemma has caught Melody off guard.
Adams: Pity it's when the men are the legal team members!
Gabriel is first to his feet and picks up Rage before following him in, without wasting a single second Gabriel turns to the crowd and calls out for his finisher.
Simone: He's going for the Fantasie Impromptu but the question is can Gabriel get Rage up for this move?
Adams: I think a better idea would've been to just pin him after that suicide dive!
Gabriel tries to hoist up Rage but it's clear that he doesn't have the strength to do it and Rage pushes him off before hitting a Big Boot, he then picks him up and hits his own finisher, the Rage Slam.
Simone: Rage Slam! This one is over!
Adams: No way that Gabriel can kick out of this!
Rage goes for a cover 1???.2???.3!!!!
Justin: Here are your winners, Rage and Melody Grace!
Simone: Strong showing from the Asar siblings but in the end experience won out.
Adams: One way or another Jemma and Gabriel turned some heads tonight!
Rage leaves the ring to celebrate with his partner and stablemates whilst Jemma enters the ring to check on her brother.
We fade in on Mercedes Vargas sitting in a director's chair in front of the camera in front of a magenta backdrop. A nameplate graphic appears on the screen to identify her to fans watching at home.
Mercedes: Favorite Climax Control moment? Hmm, that's a toughie. Yessiree, that's a good one. Gee, let me think it over...
Mercedes pauses to thinks about it further before she looks up again and snaps her fingers.
Mercedes: My favorite moment actually happened last year...
FLASHBACK
The words "CLIMAX CONTROL 60, SEPTEMBER 8TH, 2013, MORNINGSTAR BEACH, ST. THOMAS, VIRGIN ISLANDS" appears on the bottom left hand corner of the screen. In this flashback we see "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward in the ring, addressing the audience this night.
HS: You've seen it teased on Twitter that I have a little announcement. Well it must be your lucky, lucky day, because I have not one, but two announcements, ground shattering announcements. Let's start with one concerning what I said last week. Last week, before that big bald bubble head Rage decided to come down to my ring and talk utter crap, I told you early next year, that I am finished with wrestling. In about six months time, I'm done with kicking everyone's arse all over the world, well tonight, I tell you who my last opponent is gonna be. Ladies and gentlemen, my last ever opponent will be the one.... the only...
Hot Stuff pauses for a second.
HS: AUSTIN PARKER!
The crowd burst in to wild cheers.
Adams: Austin Parker is returning to the ring!
Simone: Huge news!
We cut to Mercedes who reminiscences on that night.
Mercedes: I was there that night when Mark made that announcement. He finally revealed who he was going to face in his retirement match, and that was just the sparks. But that second announcement? Wow.
Hot Stuff waits for the cheers to die down a little.
HS: Yep, the cowboy returns. Now I did say I had two announcements. How do I sit here and top that huge news?
Hot Stuff runs his fingers over his chin.
HS: Well it's been no secret that I had to leave the Islands to take care of some kind of business. I kind of got myself a brand new toy and tonight, I want to show you exactly what is now mine. Are you ready to see it?
The crowd cheer as Hot Stuff looks towards the screen.
HS: Well let me show you....
Hot Stuff points to the big screen as The Stanfield's "Ship To Shore" starts to play.
Adams: Isn't that the....
A logo flashes across the screen.
Simone: That's the All-Pro Championship Wrestling theme and logo.
Adams: What's this all about?
HS: Ladies and gentlemen, my new toy is A.... C.... W!
Simone: WHAT?!?!?
The crowd bursts in the cheers as Hot Stuff looks up at the logo on the screen, a confident look over his face.
Mercedes: I never seen anything like it. When they showed the locker room with all those stars from ACW. Traci, Emma, Jade, Mickey, Ruby, Steve, the Flying Jets, all those guys and girls. They were more in shock then I was. I knew right then and there that things would never be the same. And then later on when JJ came out and he and Mark had their differences...
HS: The rest of you, you can sit there on the pittance that shark was paying you, or you could sign brand spanking new shiny exclusive SCW contracts. Either way, I don't care, I already own you all. If you don't wanna work for me, don't let the door hit you on the arse on the way. The rest of you, go see Christian, or Erik, or even come to me for your brand new deals and welcome to SCW.
Hot Stuff brings the mic back to his face before he is interrupted by a voice coming from backstage.
JJ: Now hold on just one second, Marky. Just wait one second.
The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos as JJ walks out from backstage. Wearing an expensive black designer suit, Italian leather shoes, and a black skinny tie over his white button down shirt. He smiles as he waits for the beach going crowd to finish booing.
JJ: I'll admit it. I got a little crazy with my controlling interest in All Pro Championship Wrestling. I may have bet it all on two pair. In hindsight, probably not the smartest thing to do.
Adams: I'll say.
JJ: But if you think for one second I'm gonna sit here and take this kind of crap from a glorified match booker then you better think again, Hot Shit. I ain't no flash in the pan ring announcer or Manager. I'm JJ Dixon, the baddest wrestling promoter that ever lived. I revolutionized Canadian pro-wrestling and my mere presence in this crappy little promotion of yours puts you on the map. So you-
Hot Stuff interrupts him.
HS: It's funny 'cause this crappy little promotion now owns your arse!
The crowd cheers as JJ starts to scream at them.
JJ: Shut up! You don't even know what talent is when you see it!And back to Mercedes...
Mercedes: That was unreal. And I guess the rest, as they say, is history. I may have lost a title match that night, but that pales in comparison to that night in the Virgin Islands. Mark Ward's purchase of ACW is definitely right up there as my favorite moment in Climax Control history.
The scene transitions one last time back to the highlight as the crowd enjoying themselves.
HS: So I tell you what, JJ. I'm gonna let you sit in the back while I think of a way to put you to work in me place. And you'll do whatever, whenever I say. I don't care if you are wearing those $3,000 shoes. If I tell your arse to get in the mud and tear down this ring at the end of the show, you better get your arse in the mud.
JJ: This ain't over, Ward. You better believe it ain't over!
JJ drops the mic on the stage as he walks to the back as the crowd taunts him. Crowd: Na na na na, Na na na na, Hey hey hey, GOODBYE! Adams: Well there you have it folks, Hot Stuff Mark Ward is now the principle owner of All Pro Championship Wrestling! What does this mean for ACW's titleholders going forward? What does this mean for SCW's roster?! Simone: The summer is getting set to come to a crazy end! "If That Ain't Country" strikes up as Wallace Jordan walks out onto the stage. He is holding a six pack of Coors Light as the crowd is going crazy. He raises the six pack high the air while singing along with his theme song. He gets handed a microphone from a stage hand before walking down the ramp. He lifts the microphone into the air as the crowd is chanting "WILD MAN, WILD MAN" a smile comes across his face before bringing the microphone to his lips.
Wallace Jordan: Hello Las Vegas, Nevada, this is your resident Wild Man trying to figure out why this town inhabits so many rude people. Earlier today, I was just sitting at the craps table when some dumb broad asked me if I was related to Grizzly Adams? Now tell me does it look like I am related to Grizzly Adams? Yes, I have a beard but so does half the damn world. I live in Alabama not some damn mountain.
Another thing, I've had people shoot me e-mails asking me why would I want to be a jobber? I even had people go as far as to ask me to drop dead. Listen here, this Wild Man is all about a good fight. I don't care if I win or lose. All I care about is if the fight was good. Last week, the guy freaking bit me. Now, I don't know much about the rules due to I rarely follow them but if a guy bites you. Wouldn't that be a disqualification?
Now, I know this is Climax Control 100 but the Wild Man would like to know. Why he was left out? Can anyone in the back explain to me why the best damn brawler on the SCW roster is in a brawl on the biggest episode of them all?
Love the Way You Hate Me - Like a Storm bursts over the speaker system, the arena instantly livens up as the crowd stand to their feet, some booing, some cheering, but all of them respecting after the performance that was put on last week by this wrestler. The arena waits in anticipation, the music still playing, the fans still on their feet as Wallace stops talking, staring towards the entrance stage. After a few long seconds, Andrew Watts comes walking out from the backstage area, dressed in a pair of Diesel jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He smirks, a microphone in his hand as he walks out onto the top of the stage. Watts stares forward at Wallace, who stands in the ring staring back as Watts' music fades out. Watts confidently smirks, nodding his head as he lifts his microphone up and begins to speak.
Andrew Watts: Wow, these poor fans??? seriously...
Watts pauses for a second, smiling as he takes a few steps to the right, pointing towards the ring at Wallace Jordan.
Andrew Watts: I have heard some pretty horrible people when it comes to talking on the mic over the years, and you rank right up there with the worst of the worst.
Some fans get a slight chuckle out of this, while others shake their heads and boo Watts.
Andrew Watts: I know you already know who I am, I don't need an introduction, especially after what I did in that ring last week. Sadly, I know who you are too Mr. Wallace Jordan. Unfortunately I was sitting backstage after my match last week, and I happened to catch your match... all what? 45 seconds of it? I mean, talk about embarrassment man, you lost to a guy who looks like he just came out of some kind of Harry Potter movie or something. That guy in no way, shape, or form looks like he belongs in a wrestling ring, and the fact that you let a guy like that beat you??? well, that says just about everything that needs to be said about you.
Watts smirks, pausing for a second. Wallace goes to say something, but before he can speak he is quickly cut off by Watts who continues talking.
Andrew Watts: Now tonight; you come out here talking about how your Uncle was Grizzly Adams or something, I don't know... I wasn't exactly paying that much attention. But I did hear you complaining that you think your opponent should have been disqualified for biting you... why the hell are you crying about that? If someone bites you, either bite them back or make them fucking regret ever putting their teeth on you... then again who knows? You might even be into that kind of thing there Cowboy. Anyways, the main reason I came out here... well, one is to save everyone the horror of having to listen to your god awful voice. But also to answer your question. Why aren't you wrestling tonight on the so called biggest episode of them all? Well, the answer to that seems simple Wally Boy... you suck, really bad too.
Watts lowers the microphone, letting out a light chuckle as he gets a few applause from the fans, with a mixture of boos from other fans. Wallace looks Watts up and down before taking a few steps closer to the ring ropes, looking directly at Watts.
Wallace Jordan: And you are who exactly? I do believe I was asking someone in the management to come explain it to me but since you decided to stick your nose in my business. Then I must address you right now. First off, I never claimed to be the best damn talker on the roster. I mean a lot of people, yourself included, can talk a lot of crap but when it comes down to it. Can they truly back it up? Now mister whoever you are, you have two options. You can either continue talking about god knows what or you can shut me up yourself. I will say this, last week wasn't my best night but when it comes to fighting. I never back down. So what you say BOY, do you have enough balls to go toe to toe with The Wild Man?
Watts chuckles, shaking his head as he lifts his microphone back up to his lips.
Andrew Watts: Wow, can you get any more unoriginal than that? That is almost as unoriginal as me telling you to go ride around on a horse or some shit. I mean, the whole you have two options, either shut up or I will kick your ass talk. I swear I have heard that a good fifty times in my career... and every single time it seems to be the person saying it who ends up being shut up and having their ass kicked.
Watts shrugs his shoulders.
Andrew Watts: But hey, what do I know... according to you I am just some guy who can't back up his words. Go ahead Wallace, keep acting like you don't know who I am, keep being a tough guy when you talk to me... sooner or later, you'll regret it. That's a promise.
Watts smiles at Jordan, dropping his microphone as it thuds once it hits the stage, echoing throughout the arena. Watts turns his back to Wallace, placing his hands on his hips and staying in this position for a couple of seconds... before making his way back to the backstage area as he leaves Wallace in the ring.
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: The following contest is for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship! Introducing first???
"Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart," echoes through the loud speakers as a video package of girls wearing different masks begins to circulate on the large screen. The video package stops playing as the lights in the arena change to a dark orchid tint and "She's So Gone" by Naomi Scott begins to play over the loud speakers. A new video package pops up on the screen as it fills the TV. The video continues to roll for a few more seconds before it fades away to a woman kneeling down on the stage. Pillars of smoke are set off as the woman begins to stand up while keeping a hold of her long hood. She starts down the ramp as the song picks up. The moment the artist says "She's So Gone," the woman throws back her hood to reveal herself as Zuri Chastain with a bright pink and teal mask on her face. The crowd is going crazy as she throws up one hand doing a reverse rock on sign.
Justin: Making her way to the ring from Webster, South Dakota. She is representing the Daughters of Darkness, she weighs in tonight around One hundred and forty seven pounds and she stands 5 feet 7 inches tall. Please welcome, "Lady Justice" ZZZZZZUUUUURRRRRRIIIIIIII CHCHCHCHCHAAAASSSSTTTTTAAAAIIIIINNNNNN!!!!!
Zuri quickly brings her hand back down as she sprints down the ramp and slides right underneath the bottom rope. She rolls back up onto her feet before leaping up onto one of the turnbuckles. She unzips her hoodie to reveal a t-shirt that has a No symbol over The Mean Girls. She throws off the hoodie while giving a smile to the camera. Before jumping off the turnbuckle, she reaches up toward her mask and removes it. Her beautiful brunette hair with orchid streaks falls down around her shoulders as the crowd gasps. Zuri hands the ring technician her mask as she jumps down. She quickly throws her hair into pigtails before pulling out her orchid colored gloves and putting them on her hands. She stays in the corner while waiting for her opponents to be announced.
"Here Comes The Boom" by POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet. With that Traci Patterson walks out from behind the curtain. Traci then poses on the top of the stage before walking down to the ring and slapping fans hands as she does.
Justin: From Dallas, Texas???weighing in at 143 pounds???Traci Patterson!
Traci then slips in through the ropes and walks over to the corner. She then poses on the turnbuckles before hopping down and eyeing Zuri. They nod to each other before awaiting the third participant.
Justin: And their opponent???
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: From Buenos Aires, Argentina???weighing in at 127 pounds???.representing the Mean Girls???she is the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion???.Mercedes Vargas!
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. She hands her belt to Holly Wood who raises the belt high for all to see as Justin Decent gets set to spin the Roulette wheel.
Justin: In accordance with SCW Roulette division rules, I will now spin the roulette wheel to determine tonight's stipulation.
Justin spins the wheel as Mercedes, Traci, and Zuri pay close attention to where it lands. It slows down, clicks a few times, and finally stops.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, tonight in Las Vegas, the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship will be defended???..in a Falls Count Anywhere match!
Adams: Well there you have it???let's get ready to watch these three women beat the hell out of each other.
Simone: As a reminder, in a Falls Count Anywhere match, there is no disqualification. You can only win by pinfall or submission and because this is also a Triple Threat match???Mercedes Vargas does not have to be involved in the decision to lose her title.
DING! DING! DING!
Adams: And here we go!
As soon as the bell rings Zuri charges forward and launches at Mercedes, sending both women crashing down to the floor.
Crowd: POP!
Simone: There certainly isn't any love lost between these two.
Both women stumble to their feet but they don't see Traci Patterson who is perched on top of a ring post waiting for them to stand up. As they do, Traci launches with a high angled missile dropkick that connects with both women, one foot each Bombshell. Patterson and Chastain crash down on to the floor as Mercedes spins around and goes face first into the steel barricade. Traci gets up and grabs Zuri, sending her shoulder first into the steel steps. She quickly turns her attention toward the Champion. She grabs her from behind and spins her around. She blats Mercedes in the gut with her boot and then lifts her into a snap suplex on the concrete floor. Vargas screams out in pain as Traci goes for the cover and Holly Wood looks to make the count.
Adams: We could have a new Champion!
One!
Two!
Thr-
Simone: And Vargas gets shoulder up; kickout in two.
Traci grabs Mercedes by the hair and slams her head into the floor a few times before picking the Champion up off of the floor. She sets her up and then nails her with a powerful looking European uppercut.
SMACK!
Mercedes falls right back down to the floor and as Traci goes to grab her again, Zuri Chastain runs in and a forearm smash to back of Traci's head, knocking the Sister from Texas down to ringside. She quickly goes to grab Vargas but the Champion rocks her with a hard fist to the gut and then plants her into the concrete with a DDT.
Simone: The Champion looks to take back control here.
She grabs Zuri and rubs her face into the guardrail before spinning around and catching Traci Patterson getting to her feet. As Patterson runs over, Vargas lands her signature superkick right to her chin.
SMACK!
Simone: BE STILL MY HEART!
Mercedes goes for the quick cover and Holly makes the count.
One!
Tw-
Before Wood can make the second count, Zuri drops and elbow across the back of Vargas breaking up the pin. She picks Mercedes and grabs her by the back of the head, running forward and slamming her face into guardrail at the bottom of the ramp. She picks the Champion up and scoops her into a body slam onto the ramp and then turns back toward the six-sided ring.
Adams: Where is she going? She's grabbing something from under the ring!
Simone: It is no disqualification, Jason.
Chastain pulls out a kendo stick from under the ring to a large pop from the audience. She walks back over to Vargas who is slowly starting to crawl up the ramp. She stands over her and lets it rip, smacking her across the back a few times as Vargas writhes in pain. Vargas screams out as Zuri blasts her again. Chastain, remembering there is a third person in this match, turns around just in time to get leveled by a spear from Traci Patterson.
Crowd: POP!
Traci picks up Vargas on to her shoulder and runs forward, driving her into the ramp with a running powerslam. She immediately grabs her by the hair and drops a few hard rights on to her face. She then drags her by her hair up the ramp toward the stage. Just as she gets to the top of the stage Zuri Chastain runs in and pushes Mercedes back. They start to trade blows and after a moment Vargas gets to her feet and joins in on the action.
Simone: All three women are now going after one another. You can feel the intensity. All three of them don't wanna back down!
All three women trade blows at the top of the ramp, just before the stage. Zuri gets caught with a hard right from Mercedes and falls back a few feet and lands on her knee. Traci tries for another European Uppercut but Mercedes counters and lands a standing spinning heel kick that knocks Traci down. She picks her up into a Torture Rack position and then dumps her over on to her head.
Simone: BLACK ROSE OVERDRIVE! Right on to the stage! Mercedes is gonna retain!
As Vargas gets to her feet she's immediately kicked in the gut by Zuri Chastain who then delivers an Over the Shoulder Facebreaker right on to the stage as well.
Simone: BIMBO BREAKER! We could have a new Champion!
Instead of going for the cover, Zuri rolls Mercedes off the stage and down to the open area. She hops down and the crowd goes absolutely insane when they realize that Chastain is setting up a table.
Adams: This place is going insane!
Zuri sets up the table and then picks up Vargas, who is still knocked out, and lays her across the table. She climbs back up on to the stage and then walks over to a giant speaker sitting at the end of the stage. She climbs on top and then readies herself to launch some 15 feet down to where the reigning Champion Vargas is laying sprawled out on the table.
Adams: She's not gonna???no she can't???
Just as she's about to launch, Traci Patterson comes running over and takes out her legs, knocking her down on top of the speaker. She grabs Zuri by the throat and sits her up on top of the speaker. She holds on to her by her neck and then lifts her up, spins her around and stops her on to the stage with a Sit-Out Choke Bomb.
Simone: HEART OF TEXAS! HEART OF TEXAS!!!!
Adams: Goodnight!
Holly Wood goes for the count.
One!
Two!
Simone: Noo! Vargas just came out of nowhere and kicked Traci in the back of the head!
Vargas grabs Traci by the hair, picks her up, and tosses off the stage.
CRACK! BOOM! CRASH!
Adams: Oh my God! Vargas just tossed Traci off the stage and through the table! I think she's dead!
Crowd: Holy Shit! This is Awesome! Holy Shit! This is Awesome! Holy Shit! This is Awesome!
Vargas turns around and grabs Zuri, who is starting to move around on the stage, and wraps her legs around her own in a reverse figure four leg lock.
Simone: RED PERIL 2!!! She's got it locked in!
Zuri tries to move around but she's trapped. She screams out in agony and has no choice but to slam her hand down on the stage.
Simone: She tapped! Chastain tapped!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Here is your winner and STIIIIIILLLLL SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion???.MERCEDES VARRRRRGAAAAAAASSS!
"Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" starts to play again as Holly Wood hands Vargas her title belt. She raises it high in the air before making her way backstage as medical staff tends to Traci Patterson just off the stage.
Backstage, Roxi Johnson sits on an anvil case, looking in either direction, as if she is looking for someone. And when she turns left, one Melody Grace comes from the right.
Melody: Hello!
Roxi: Oh, hey Melody.
Melody: So???. Where's the pale monster?
Roxi: She said she had to talk to us, but??? I haven't seen her all day. She said she'd be here.
Melody: She's not even in her locker room.
Roxi: I??? wait, is that a question or a statement?
Melody: I broke in. I was going to surprise her, but I got bored after like 5 minutes.
Roxi: Wonderful. So, what do think? You think she's avoiding us?
Melody: *Gasp* That's it! That must be it!
Roxi: What?
Melody: She hates us! She set us up just to laugh at us! Laughing and lying! Lying and laughing! Oh, look at Sprinkles! She's gonna cry, oh that will tickle me just so!
Roxi: Are???are you going to cry?
Melody is clearly wiping away tears, but vehemently shakes her head "no"
Melody: No! No! But you know what?! That's it! I'm not going to stand for this!
Roxi: Melody, I don't think Misty did this just to make your cry. Maybe she's busy doing something?
Melody: It's too late! My heart???. Is broken. She's stood us up! Drastic measures time!
Roxi: Okay???. What did you have in mind?
Melody: Oh??? I've got something for this!
Melody walks away, but she returns quickly with an oversized butterfly net.
Roxi: Are you going jellyfishing?
Melody: She won't get away!
Roxi: Wait??? are you????
Melody: YES!
Melody storms off, calling out Misty's name like she's prey to be captured.
Roxi: Oh goodness??? Melody!
Roxi chases after her as the scene cuts.
The scene switches to the boiler room of the building, smoke appearing before the camera as it pans around in the dimly lit area, sitting in the corner of the room is one of the newest members of the SCW roster. The man who defeated Lord Raab in his debut match on the last Climax Control, the man simply known as Matheson, his long hair draped over his face with a steel chair resting against his left thigh. The camera zooms slowly onto the hair covered face.
Matheson: Mahatma Gandhi once said 'A small body of determined spirits fired by an unquenchable faith in their mission can alter the course of history.' Mark Ward, Christian Underwood and Erik Staggs were those determined spirits that sparked those twigs to create a fire. A fire that started small and tried to get national recognition, the formidable alliance that proved to be the small fish compared to the trios brainchild, the alliance needed them when they didn't need the so-called almighty alliance.
Matheson uses the chair to push himself up to his feet.
Matheson: 'Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.' Mahatma Gandhi again said those words. Sin City Wrestling had that will stemming from the backbone to the fringe players. The fringe may have come and gone but the backbone always remained. Striving on to create this very day, it's 100th episode of Climax Control, most promotions don't even reach 20 let alone 100. I may have only graced two of these shows as one of the fringe players but its history is something to admire.
Matheson stops mid sentence as he turns his head to the left, flicking his hair back, he watches as the sound of footsteps can be heard echoing throughout the boiler room. Stepping from behind the camera is someone well known to the SCW community. His all-in-one suit a crimson red with a white skull on the mask, the inaugural roulette champion and two time Tag Team Champion, Lucian Frost.
Frost: I have wrestled on many of these shows, winning the inaugural Roulette Championship on one of the first Climax Controls, capturing the Tag Team Championships on an early 2014 edition of the show, it is something special to appear inside the six-sided ring. When I took off the mask I wanted to reinvent myself but I missed the cheers of the SCW crowd, coming through the crowd from a different direction of the crowd, slapping the hands of the fans. The electricity when you win and the heartache of losing is something you live for.
Frost turns his head to listen to the crowd cheering, some even chanting his name, Matheson doesn't take his eyes off the masked man before him.
Frost: I never earned the opportunity to wrestle for the Heavyweight Championship, something I have wanted yet never got, and deservingly so as I've gotten injuries that would of jeopardized any sort of reign I'd of had.
Matheson takes a step forward.
Frost: I digress. Matheson, you like many want to get your hands on that vacant Roulette Championship. I Started something that has been passed down through many deserving and undeserving wrestlers through the years. You want to elevate this division then you're???
Matheson lifts the chair up and points it at Frost's head. Lucian lifts his hands up in the air in a surrendering manner, Matheson smiles as he raises the chair up behind his head, Lucian kicks knee of Matheson before throwing a few right hands. Grabbing the long haired loner and throwing him head first into one of the boilers. Matheson drops the chair. Lucian takes a step back to see if his attacker would stop, Matheson shakes his head before running forward going for a spear, Lucian side steps as Matheson slides on his knees on the floor. Lucian picks up the chair as the rolls are reversed as he holds the chair up towards Matheson, who slowly gets back to his feet.
Frost: J2H, Mr J.N Ringo & Giani Di Luca forced the championship to its state of vacancy. Wanting to neutralize the so-called threat in me is not on my radar, I came in for a brief chat, not to fight you on this night of great historical meaning to a lot of SCW guys including myself.
Matheson shoves the chair to one side and hits the extreme ura-nage known as the humbled. Frost connects with the concrete floor, he lays their holding his head as Matheson looks around the room to see what is available to him. He picks up a chain and looks up at the pipes, throwing the chain over one of them, looking down at the masked man as he lifts up his head. Matheson wraps the chain around Frost's neck and pulls on the chain to lift him up in a hangman. Frost tries to untie the chain, kicking with his legs and waving his arms in desperation but Matheson uses all his strength to pull on the chain as slowly but surely. Frost's body becomes limp. Matheson lets the chain go as the body thuds against the floor, he falls down onto his knees and crawls over to the unconscious masked man, placing Lucian's head on Matheson's thigh as he begins to laugh uncontrollably whilst stroking the mask as the scene switches.
The camera picks up Justin Decent entering the ring, alongside referee Jacob Summers.
Simone: What we are about to see here is the first in-ring confrontation between the Player's Club and the Seven Deadly Sins. The Players Club decided to make some noise at High Stakes IV when they picked Chris Shipman to attack in order to get their names out there.
Adams: Yeah and even Steve Ramone, one of the Sins' biggest opponents, basically told the Players they made a big mistake!
Simone: Well Gabriel personally asked for this match so we're about to see if Steve's prediction is going to come true.
The bell clangs three times and Justin steps forward to begin the introductions.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is scheduled for one fall to a finish! Introducing first, to be accompanied by Hydro! From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 210 pounds, he is the Wildcard' ... JT MIDAS!
The synthetic groove of Blacklite District's "I Gambled and I Won" kicks on over the speakers, and the crowd goes crazy with jeers and catcalls as the lights go dim. Spotlights shine around the entrance ramp, and a cloud of pale blue mist hovers overhead as JT Midas slowly makes his way from behind the curtain wearing a faded-black leather jacket and his trademark fedora. He smiles mockingly at the crowd as they all boo and chant for him, and he makes his way down the ramp, with his teammate, Hydro at is side.
JT smirks as he reaches the ring, leaping onto the apron and leaning backward against the ropes. He looks out into the angry crowd before rolling backward over the top rope and into the ring. As Hydro climbs inside through the ropes, JT wastes no time as he climbs the nearest turnbuckle, antagonizing the crowd. Midas throws his arms out to his side, then throws them up over his head, taunting the fans as his music dies down.
Adams: You know a lot of people are predicting that JT is going to wear gold soon.
Simone: And I'm sure JT himself is at the top of the list of those making that prediction.
Justin: His opponent is to be accompanied by Despayre! From London, England, weighing 230 pounds ... Gabriel!
"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 waits in anticipation, and 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. Despayre walks out from behind him and skips around Gabriel before he halts at his friend's side. Gabriel's eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. Gabriel turns his head to him, and 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 Despayre stands inside, Despayre looking around in excited awe.Simone: This is where things can get even more interesting than they already are. When Gabriel found out that JT was going to have Hydro accompany him, who do you think was the first person he asked to do the same for him?
Adams: ... Who?
Simone: Mrs. Brown! ... Despayre, you twit!
Adams: If you're trying to get his attention, calling him names isn't a very nice way to go about it.
Simone: *sighs* Gabriel asked the one person he trusted above all others to watch his back. His 'little brother' and former tag team partner, Despayre.
Both JT and Hydro are talking to Jacob, pointing over toward Gabriel and Despayre, a debate being waged between them and the official.
Simone: I think JT Midas and Hydro are actually objecting to Despayre being allowed at ringside!
Adams: Well why shouldn't he be? If JT can have Hydro, then Gabriel should be allowed to have Despy!
Jacob waves his hands, stating he won't debate this. If they want Despayre to leave the ringside area, then Hydro has to go as well. Only then does JT Midas quiet down and he turns to Hydro and nods, and Hydro steps through the ropes and climbs down to JT's corner. Across the ring, Gabriel beckons for Despayre to do the same, but before he does, Despayre gives Gabriel a quick hug and only then does he scramble out of the ring, beneath the bottom rope. Once satisfied, Jacob calls for the bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The two combatants slowly approach the center of the ring until they are only inches apart, staring one another down. Words are exchanged between them that have the censors at the ready, when JT hauls off and slaps Gabriel across the face!
Adams: Oooo!
Gabriel just stands there, staring at the newcomer with an arrogant smirk on his face. JT does not like this lack of a reaction and he slaps Gabriel a second time, this time harder than the last.
Simone: Oh he is asking for it.
Gabriel sneers and shakes his head, then sticks his hand over JT's face and 'pie faces' him down to the mat! Gabriel laughs and turns to walk back to his corner, when an angry and embarrassed JT jumps up and grabs Gabriel from behind in a full nelson and suplexes right onto the back of his head in a bridge!
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Gabriel kicks out!
Adams: THAT would have been embarrassing!
Gabriel rolls over toward the ropes, holding the back of his head in pain and JT is right atop of him, grabbing a handful of his hair and throwing three rapid fists down into his head, going to work! JT then backs up five steps and darts forward, jumping and connecting with a high knee to the forehead! JT goes for a second high knee but this time, Gabriel blocks the blow with his own arm and takes him down with a Dragonscrew Leg Whip!
Simone: That could have blown JT's knee out!
Gabriel jumps to his feet and stomps down onto JT's hurt leg as Midas clutches his knee in obvious pain. Wasting no time, Gabriel hauls him to his feet and goes to send him off into the ropes with an Irish whip but JT somehow reverses it, but as Gabriel comes rebounding off the far side, he leaves the air and lays JT out with a high leg lariat!
Simone: JT Midas is one of the most impressive newcomers to have arrived in Sin City Wrestling but Gabriel is serving some notice as to why he is a former Heavyweight and Tag Champion!
Gabriel grabs the stunned JT Midas up from his feet and before JT can react, Gabriel lifts him up and dumps him right on his head!
Adams: Piledriver!
Gabriel makes the cover!
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Gabriel stands up over the fallen JT Midas and spits down onto his prone form, much to the displeasure of the capacity crowd!
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JT kicks out!
Simone: That is disgusting! JT Midas is no favorite of the fans but even they don't like to see such blatant disrespect!
Gabriel does not allow Midas much time to recover as he pulls him right back up and fires him off into the ropes for a dropkick, but JT holds onto the top rope and Gabriel lands hard on his tailbone! JT then dives off from the ropes for an elbow drop but Gabriel moves out of the way and Midas crash lands.
Simone: Landed on his funny bone and I don't think anyone found that very funny.
Adams: I don't know. I peed myself a little just now.
Gabriel grabs him and sends him into the ropes. He goes for a clothesline but JT ducks behind him, grabs him by the arm and takes him right down to the mat with a Fujiwara armbar!
Adams: Oh that was a slick counter there by JT!
JT grits his teeth and pulls back on Gabriel's arm, forcing the magician to clench his eyes and teeth from the pain! Jacob asks him if he wants to give up and Gabriel tells him to do something anatomically impossible with himself! Instead, Gabriel reaches towards the ropes to try and force a break. He uses his feet to push himself closer and finally manages to grab the bottom rope, and Jacob orders JT to break the hold. JT only smiles at the official and Jacob issues a count against him!
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JT finally releases him before he gets disqualified. He gets to his feet, pulling Gabriel away from the ropes by the foot, and before the Sin of Greed can react, JT wraps him right back up, but this time in an STF!
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Adams: Boy JT really wants the satisfaction of making Gabriel say 'uncle'!
Simone: I think even a newcomer like JT Midas knows Gabriel well enough to know that simply won't happen. I think he's more buying himself more time to recover from the Piledriver earlier in the match.
Despayre is jumping around on the outside with obvious concern, as Hydro simply smiles and nods in a confident manner. JT cranks the pressure on Gabriel but his opponent refuses every attempt the referee makes at asking him if he wants to submit. Gabriel reaches back and grabs a handful of hair but Jacob makes him let go. Gabriel then opts to reach back and grab blindly for JT's head and proceeds to gouge him in the eyes, forcing a break of the hold. JT rolls off, holding his eyes as Gabriel begins to recover. Gabriel stands up and delivers a boot to the side of JT's head, sending him tumbling. Gabriel then drags him to his feet and goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but JT reverses it. Gabriel comes off and ducks a swing by Midas and grabs his opponent around the waist and brings him up and over with a release German suplex!
Adams: Right on the back of JT's head!
Gabriel then kneels on JT's chest in a cocky pin as Jacob issues a count.
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But even as JT kicks out, Gabriel pulls him up by the hair.
Simone: The conceit on the part of that man!
Adams: What did you expect? He is a Sin after all.
Gabriel delivers a shot to JT's head, then pulls him back to a vertical base and snapmares him over to the mat with a handful of hair as the handle.
Adams: taking a page from Despy's playbook there.
And Gabriel wraps JT in a rear chinlock first, then after several moments, switches tactics and tucks Midas's chin under his arm, bending his back and neck at an awkward and painful angle.
Simone: Despite neither man showing any fear of breaking the rules, we are seeing a very well wrestled competition between them.
Gabriel then collapses his weight back to the mat, driving the back of JT's had into the canvas. JT pulls him to his feet and sends him into the far corner. JT stumbles out and Gabriel comes off the ropes, planting him with a one-handed bulldog! With Midas face down on the mat, Gabriel stands on the back of his knees and grabs him by the arms. Gabriel looks out to Despayre who nods eagerly and the Sin of Greed rolls back, pulling JT Midas upside down in a Bow and Arrow submission hold! Jacob is right there, checking on JT but Midas refuses to yield to his opponent!
Simone: What a match we are witnessing for our one hundredth episode!
Gabriel slowly lowers JT back to his knees, but then tucks his had under his arm again.
Adams: Oh HELL no! Look at how JT's back is bent!
Realizing JT won't tap, Gabriel lets go of the painful hold and, bringing him to his feet, he throws Midas out of the ring, through the ropes and to the ringside floor! Hydro immediately begins to trek around the ring to lend his teammate a hand when...
Adams: There's Despy!
Despayre hops in front of where JT is recovering, blocking Hydro from reaching Midas! Hydro starts yelling at Despayre whose only response is to hop around playfully, taunting Hydro and keep him from helping his friend! Hydro starts forward but Jacob leans through the ropes and orders both men back to their corners. Fuming, Hydro retreats and Despayre waves 'goodbye' to him before hurrying back away to Gabriel's own corner.
Simone: Those two are going to give one another a headache outside of that ring.
Meanwhile, Gabriel leans back casually in the corner as Jacob starts to issue a count against Midas outside of the ring.
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Midas pulls himself back up onto the ring apron and Gabriel rushes him, but JT drives a shoulder into his stomach, doubling him over. JT then uses the top rope to springboard over into a sunset flip! Gabriel struggles to retain his balance, then drops to his knees on Midas's shoulders!
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JT starts to get up but Gabriel buries a knee hard into his midsection, retaking the advantage. Gabriel sends him into the far corner with an Irish whip but JT jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and springboards back, catching Gabriel flush in the head with a flying back elbow!
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JT uses his legs to roll Gabriel back into the sunset flip pin!
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Gabriel rolls out backwards, then quickly stands, grabbing his legs and going for a possible Texas cloverleaf but JT blocks it and swings a right hand into Gabriel's face, knocking him off!
Adams: Oh he laid Gabriel out!
Hydro applauds from the outside as JT stands up, pulling the stunned Gabriel up along with him. JT goes for an Irish whip but Gabriel holds on and manages to reverse it. Gabriel attempts a clothesline but JT counters with a float-over DDT!
Simone: Oh he drove Gabriel's skull into the mat!
JT rolls Gabriel over onto his back and covers him!
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JT pulls him up by the arm, and right into a short-arm clothesline! The moment Gabriel hits the mat, JT goes again for a ground based attack, trapping him with a cross armbar! Gabriel struggles, obviously in great pain, and he gets his foot on the bottom rope! But before the referee can see it, the nearby Hydro knocks his foot off and then acts as if he did nothing. But Despayre saw him and he starts to run over to confront him but this the official does see, and he leans out of the ring to cut Despayre off!
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Gabriel gets a shoulder up!
Simone: I think this is where the Player's Club might have the advantage if they use Despayre's excitability and emotions against him.
Despayre argues with Jacob, but this allows for a distraction as JT starts laying in the boots to Gabriel in the near corner and Hydro reaches in and holds him, one arm wrapped around Gabriel's throat, choking him! Despayre sees this and he brushes past the official and darts around the ring, and Hydro sees him coming and he lunges forward, clotheslining Despayre down to the floor!
Adams: Clothesline! He just clotheslined Despy!
Simone: And may very well have removed Gabriel's backup from the equation!
Hydro moves aside at the referee's demand and inside of the ring, JT Irish whips Gabriel into the corner and brings him out with a monkey flip! JT then stands over Gabriel's back and grabs his leg and pulls the limb into a painful stump puller!
Simone: Choosing Despayre may have been a bad idea, because I'm sure now Gabriel is going to be distracted for concern of his little brother.
Adams: Maybe not. Gabriel knows Despayre well enough to know the little guy can take care of himself.
Not getting the submission, JT drags Gabriel up and plants him with a scoop slam. JT signals and Hydro cheers his man on as Midas scales the corner to the very top. he glances back at Gabriel and leaps, going for a moonsault, but the veteran Gabriel brings his knees up at the last moment and Midas comes crashing down right on top of them!
Adams: I hope he didn't eat before the show! The canvas might get a fresh painting.
Simone: You're disgusting.
Both men are down on the mat and Hydro pounds the ring apron, rallying Midas, as Jacob issues a standing count!
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Gabriel uses the ropes to pull himself up!
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And Midas rises as well!
Simone: These two men have some fight left in them!
Adams: Have you seen Despayre?
Simone: What?
The camera picks up a shot of the ringside area and Despayre is nowhere to be seen.
Simone: He's gone!
Adams: Yeah. That's kinda sorta why I asked.
As Gabriel leans against the ropes, JT charges him but Gabriel scoops him up and crotches him on the top rope!
Adams: Owwwww! I hope Caleb Houston didn't have plans for afterwards!
Simone: Those are just rumors and you know it!
Gabriel shakes the top rope wildly, bouncing JT painfully up and down, harder and harder! Gabriel then stops and hits him with a dropkick, and Midas goes flying over the top and to the outside floor!
Simone: Oh luckily Midas manages to hold on somewhat and land on his feet!
Adams: Not so lucky now. Look!
JT turns around and Gabriel dives through the ropes and crashes headlong right into his opponent!
Adams: Wipe out!
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Stunned himself, Gabriel slowly stands up and goes to attack his fallen foe but Hydro comes up from behind and grabs him arm, pulling him off!
Adams: Right in front of the referee!?
Gabriel spins around, fuming, as Hydro holds his arms out, taunting him!
Adams: There's Despayre!
Despayre scrambled out from beneath the ring and spots what's happening! Gabriel sees him coming and moves out of the way as Despayre jumps onto the barricade and runs across the rail, leaping off and crashing into Hydro from behind! As Despayre throws lefts and rights into the fallen Hydro, Gabriel grabs JT and rolls him back inside of the ring, quickly following in after him! Hydro throws Despayre off and goes after him but Despayre darts back beneath the ring, escaping him!
Adams: Trying to get a grasp on Despayre in like trying to nail jello to the wall.
Simone: Interesting... analogy.
Jacob orders Hydro back to the corner and the Players Club member argues with the official but finally relents! Gabriel pulls JT up and brings him over with a head and arm suplex! Gabriel then leaps onto the middle rope and springboards off, landing atop of Midas with a guillotine legdrop! Gabriel covers him!
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Gabriel stands over JT and gives him a mocking courtly bow.
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Midas kicks out!
Simone: I hate when he does that.
Adams: That might be why he keeps doing it.
Gabriel grabs hold of his opponent, dragging him roughly to his feet, as Despayre emerges from beneath the ring again and cheers his 'big brother' on. Gabriel goes for an Irish whip but JT reverses it, and the moment Gabriel hits the ropes, Hydro reaches in and trips him! Jacob turns and marches over, confronting Hydro who denies everything, playing innocent! JT grabs Gabriel from behind and runs him into the ropes, pulling him back into a rolling prawn cradle! Jacob turns and sees the pin!
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Gabriel powers out, heaving Midas into the ropes where Despayre suddenly grabs him from the outside and bites down on JT's face! JT yells out in pain and Despayre immediately stops before Jacob sees it! JT staggers backwards into the center of the ring, holding his face, and turns around and right into...
Simone: Believe This!
Hydro rushes around the ring and this time Despayre jumps onto him with a Thesz press! Gabriel covers JT and hooks the leg!
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The bell rings and the crowd boos as Gabriel stands, raising his arm in victory, pulling it away from Jacob!
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Justin: The winner of the match ... Gabriel!!!
Despayre is throwing clubbing blows down into Hydro but Hydro throws him off and he starts returning the favor! The two men roll around on the floor when Caleb Houston runs out from the back! Caleb drags Despayre off of Hydro and holds him by the arms as Hydro starts taunting the smaller man, then throws a fist into his stomach! Seeing this, Gabriel rolls from the ring and grabs Caleb off of Despayre and throws a fist into his head! Caleb fights back, throwing his own fist and a brawl erupts at ringside as Despayre grabs Hydro in a side headlock and takes him to the floor where they begin fighting! JT starts to rise inside of the ring as security rushes out before any further damage can be done, separating the men from one another! Gabriel shrugs one guard off of him and grasps Despayre by the arm, leading him away from ringside, holding his arm up as the Player's Club members stare them down!
Simone: And first blood between the Sins and Players Club goes to the Seven Deadly Sins!
The SCW-Tron above the stage comes to life again and the crowd cheers at the sight of the Co-Owner of Sin City Wrestling aka Christian Underwood, standing before an SCW backdrop design against the wall. Christian is dressed in a cream colored business suit with a rose colored dress shirt underneath the jacket.
Christian: First of all, I want everyone out there to know just how much we here at Sin City Wrestling appreciate everyone out there for all they've done to bring us to this, our one hundredth episode of Climax Control. One hundred shows to an indy promotion is big news, trust me. It's a milestone that Mark, Erik and I never really knew if we'd ever reach. When we started SCW three years ago, we didn't think we'd ever make it as big as it's become. We expected to just have a moderate roster and hold shows every two weeks just like most promotions of a more regional size, but I think we all now realize just how much we underestimated what this 'baby' would grow to become. The legion of fans we attract grows by leaps and bounds on a weekly basis. New talent constantly arriving to test themselves against the very best. Tours all over the world, and as you heard just last week, in 2015, SCW will engage in its first world-wide tour where I can assure you we have thee biggest plans possible. Plus, we want to thank you, the fans. As crusty as Mark and yes, Erik, can be, even they understand if it wasn't for the fans, there would be no Sin City Wrestling. So on behalf of my colleagues, please accept my heartfelt thanks for everything you did to help us rise to the very peak of the indy wrestling scene. From where we are now, the sky is the limit and we promise to never stop so long as that fire burns inside of us!
The crowd applauds as Christian smiles and nods to the camera. After a brief moment to allow the fans to get their fill of cheers, Christian begins again.
Christian: Also, I have an announcement to make. As you all saw last week, after refusing my order to defend the SCW Roulette Championship against each other to determine the one true champion, I saw no other alternative but to strip the belt from the possession of he group known as Power Play. After much deliberation with Mark and Erik, we have decided the best course of action is to schedule a single elimination tournament to crown a brand new title holder. We poured over our roster and the brackets have been officially determined, and I am happy to say that next week in San Jose, California, the first two matches of the opening round will commence! The tournament will conclude in England at our first Supercard of the year 2015, and the man who walks away the winner of that match will be crowd the brand new SCW Roulette Champion! Thank you.
The crowd cheers this announcement as Christian gives the camera a slight wave and the screen fades out.
The cameras switch backstage. Misty is seen walking down the hall, immersed in a conversation with her new Irish friend, O'Malley. The two seem to be enjoying their conversation.
O'Malley: So, are ye glad that ye changed yer mind about coming here tonight? I know ye was almost dead set on not showing.
Misty smiles half-heartedly. She looks up O'Malley as they wander their way down the hall slowly, taking their time.
Misty: A little. I mean, don't get me wrong, regardless of the fact that I don't have a match tonight, I think I needed to be here. I'll admit I'm a little disappointed that I wrestled on the first show, but wasn't even booked tonight. But I'm not going to bitch about it.
O'Malley: And ye shouldn't. Whether or not ye have a match, yer still involved in some way. Be happy about that. Be happy about the fact that these people want ye here.
Misty looks down at the ground as they walk, kicking as she does so. In her mind, she doesn't still doesn't truly believe that, though she puts on a front for O'Malley.
Misty: Thanks for the vote of confidence, O'Malley, but you've never been around this type of environment. You don't know what they want.
O'Malley is about to respond, but a familiar voice comes from behind them.
"Yes, and we all know how much Misty is all about what the fans want these days. Isn't that right...My Queen?
Misty's eyes nearly pop out of her head as she hears that voice. She stops dead in her tracks and slowly turns around to face a woman she hasn't seen in a year???Ruby! Ruby stands there with a wicked smile on her face as she looks at Misty, then quickly glances to O'Malley.
Misty: Ru???Ruby?!
Ruby takes a few steps towards Misty, nodding.
Ruby: What's the matter? You don't look happy to see me. And to think, I took such great care of you???
O'Malley scratches his head, turning his attention to Misty. He has no clue who Ruby is, and is clearly a little uncomfortable now.
O'Malley: Uhh???Old friend of yours love?
Ruby: You could say that, I suppose. Aren't you going to introduce me to the new love in your life, My Queen?
Ruby chuckles as Misty wrinkles her nose. Misty stands in between Ruby and O'Malley, never taking her attention off of Ruby.
Misty: Please stop calling me that, Ruby. You know I'm not that person anymore. What are you doing here anyway?
Ruby: Oh but you could be that woman again, but that is a discussion best saved for a later time, I suppose. As for why I'm here???
She takes another step towards Misty, a dark look in her eyes.
Ruby: I heard that Sin City Wrestling would be holding its one hundredth show tonight, and I just couldn't pass up the chance to be here. You can't deny it's lovely to see one another again. I've missed you so???
Ruby's voice is dripping with sarcasm. Misty rolls her eyes with a laugh and shakes her head.
Misty: Yeah, I'm sure you are. Some things just never change, do they Ruby?
Ruby: Oh I beg to differ. You've clearly changed more than most, haven't you? Maybe I was wrong. Maybe you can't be the woman I once knew again. You're too weak. It's really pathetic.
O'Malley: Okay, I don't know who ye think ye are, lass, but how about ye back off?
Ruby snarls as she glares at O'Malley. Her nose wrinkles and her lip turns up in a disgusted scowl.
Ruby: Or what? Do you think I'm afraid of you?
O'Malley takes a threatening step towards her. She just laughs it off, but Misty steps in front of him, placing both hands on his chest and holding him back.
Misty: Let me handle this, O'Malley.
Misty turns to face Ruby again, now narrowing her eyes at her former care taker.
Misty: Look, I don't know what sort of game you're playing at right now, Ruby, but cut the crap. I have no problem with you being here for the show. You've said your peace, so just get on with it and do whatever it is you came to do.
Ruby smiles wickedly again.
Ruby: I'm actually very glad to hear you say that, Misty, because I have a surprise for you and everyone else.
Misty: And what might that be?
Ruby reaches behind her, pulling some folded papers out of her back pocket. She holds them in front of Misty's face???that wicked smile never leaving her face.
Ruby: Any idea what this is?
Misty shakes her head, showing no interest in even looking at the papers.
Ruby: This is my newly signed contract to ASW. The bitch is back, and do I ever have big plans.
Ruby chuckles and Misty just feigns a yawn.
Misty: That's great, Ruby. Really, it is. But, I don't think I need to remind you that you competing for ASW really has nothing to do with me. Go and make a name for yourself there all you like. I don't care.
Ruby: Oh, but you will. Eventually, when the time is right, I will move up to the Bombshell Division here and there's nothing you can do to stop me.
Misty again rolls her eyes. She turns her attention back to O'Malley, stepping away from Ruby.
Misty: O'Malley, let's get out of here. I haven't finished showing you around yet, and I'm done letting this ice cold bitch take up any more of my time.
Misty turns to face Ruby one last time.
Misty: Good luck, Ruby. I really mean that.
Misty then takes O'Malley's hand and leads him away. O'Malley turns his head for a moment to look back at Ruby and she just glares at the two as they disappear down another hall.
Justin: The following contest is a Grudge match! Introducing first...
"Ooooh... yeah, yeah... oh". The opening repeative line to Kanye West's "Power" starts to blast through the speakers as blue lights but through the now faded darkness in the arena. The image of a closed fist is seen on the screen before the word 'Power' appear on the screen
Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Mr. J N Ringo...
Giani Di Luca and Mr J N Ringo appear at the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos from the live crowd. The two look at each other before lifting a fist each, the fist at head height. The two nod to each other and start walking towards the ring. Ringo is wearing a Italian made, expensive looking suit as he walks slightly in front of Giani, who is wearing white wrestling boots with a picture of a black stallions on each side of the laces. His pads and tights are both black, and each features the flag on the backside, and the Power fist logo on the crotch.
Justin: From Seaside Heights, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred and eighty five pounds, representing Power Play, he is Giani Di Luca!
Giani and Ringo reach the ring and Giani slides under the bottom rope while Ringo stands outside. Giani moves towards the middle of the ring, both arms in the air, before walking to the ropes and pulling himself on the middle rope in the center of the ring and raising his arm again.
Justin: And his opponent.
The lights went black, completely black in the stadium ready for this match between himself and his revealed opponent. The fans as quite as they heard the air move around them and they were patiently waiting for something new. The lighting began to change as the song begins to play over the PA System???The crowd screams towards the entrance way in cheers now, "Tourniquet" having just started to pound itself through the P.A. system. As the song picked up power, and rocks out hard the arena goes near pitch black. In the flashing of a strobe like white light at the entrance way we can see fans rush to the safety barricade and wait as the lights begin to flicker in a strobe like state of multi-colors with the song's thumping opening. The lights continue to go "wild" as they flash erratically as the starting lyric announces...
She's made of hair and bone and little teeth
and things that cannot speak
she comes on like a crippled plaything
her spine is just a string
I wrapped our love in all this foil
Silver tight like spider legs
I never wanted it to ever spoil
but flies will always lay their eggs
Take your hatred out on me
Make your victim my head
You never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet
As it begins to play over the pa system and the lighting changes, bathing the entire arena in an eerie purple glow. The stage, as well as the ringside area, slowly begins to fill up with green smoke as the crowd watches in anticipation. Suddenly, something began to rise out of the stage, as if rising from the depths of hell itself. The fans began to erupt as Equinox hidden underneath the umbrella rises out of the stage, as if he's here for them. To perform for them.
Prosthetic synthesis and butterfly
Sealed up with virgin stitch
If it hurts baby please tell me
Preserve the innocence
I never wanted it to end like this
But flies will lay their eggs
Take your hatred out on me
Make your victim my head
You never ever believed in me
I am your tourniquet
What I wanted, what I needed
What I got for me
What I wanted, what I needed
What I got for me
Fog began to appear as an umbrella can be seen twirling and twirling as it slowly rises and a man slowly emerged shrouded by a black and white umbrella twirling about over his head slowly, as he twirled it away from his body and onto his left shoulder as "The Superman of Insanity" Equinox comes creeping out through the reveal from the Umbrella. Equinox has his chest clad in a black tank top, and his customized arm covers over each arm in hues of black, dark blue, and charcoal gray. Over it is his coat and silver tie around his neck. His face hidden behind his eccentric face paint and jointed mask. The fans cheering as the ring announcer announces enigmatic insanity.
Justin: From St. Louis!!!! Weighing in at 235lbs....Equinox!!!!!!!
Equinox slowly folded in the Umbrella holding it firmly in his hand running down the ramp frantically as he takes a sharp turn to the steel steps running over to them hopping handing the ref the umbrella.
He hopped down and landed in the arms of the fans cackling evil as they let him go as he clapped the hands of all the fans before heading back up the steel steps and proceeded to slap the steel steps. In frenzy he started up back to the ramp. Going full throttle he got a running pace his head bobbing with the music's sound as the song continues playing out. The crowd in a frenzy as Equinox trucks right through the sea of outstretched hands... He slides under the ropes, jumping to his feet as he grabs the top rope with his right hand, he throws his left fist high with authority and glares over the crowd as he slowly raises his left brow cackling at the thoughts of the chaos that could be caused as the song starts to finish.
Take out
Take out
From me
I am your tourniquet
Not even I believed in me
I am your tourniquet
Once he was in the ring he began to unbutton his jacket revealing his new shirt as he let out a bloody scream. You can plain see the energy etched over his face as he gazes the crowd, Equinox then jumps in a single leap from the mat to the second turnbuckle of the nearest corner as the music continues playing loudly. His hair flying around in a color mess as the Joker's begin cheering as begins thrashing his neck and head about as he lets his arms fly out as he cackles. He repeats this for the rest of turnbuckles before hopping down to meet the competition. Once done, He cackles in his enigmatic face paint to all the Joker's in the arena in the night to see as the Revolution begins.
DING DING DING
Right as the bell sounds, Equinox bursts out of his corner and gets right on the offensive. He is throwing really hard shots into the heavily muscled tone body. Giani shoves Equinox off him but Equinox comes back with more hard shots. Giani shoves him off again but Equinox comes back one more time. This time Giani catches him with a stiff forearm shot that stops Equinox dead in his tracks.
Simone: What a forearm shot!
Adams: That could have knocked Equinox out.
Giani finally moves out of the corner and just shakes his head. He leans down and picks Equinox up by his mask. Giani wraps one hand around Equinox's neck before lifting him high above his head. Giani begins gorilla pressing Equinox before tossing him over the top rope. The referee gets right up in Giani's face after tossing Equinox over the top rope but he just blows past the referee. Giani gets out of the ring and again picks Equinox up by his mask. He rams Equinox back first into the barricade. The referee has finally started his count
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Simone: Giani is showing off his power
Adams: This just might be a Grudge match for the ages.
Giani rolls into the ring and gets right into the official's face. The official gets right back in Giani's face but nothing comes of it. Giani rolls back out of the ring as Equinox is leaning against the barricade. He walks toward him but Equinox fires back with multiple kicks to Giani's thigh. The kicks hit their mark but all it does is anger the big Italian. Giani grabs a hold of Equinox and chunks him over the barricade.
Adams: I don't remember this match being a falls count anywhere.
Simone: It's not supposed to be but Giani isn't listening to the referee.
Giani growls at the referee before jumping over the barricade. The referee throws his hands up as he follows the two superstars through the sea of humanity. Equinox manages to fire back with forearm shots after forearm shots but Giani grabs him by his mask. He then tosses Equinox face into the steel railing. Equinox bounces off the railing as Giani comes up with a big boot. The referee is yelling at Giani to get Equinox back towards the ring but Giani just glares at him.
Simone: Giani is looking to destroy Equinox
Adams: What is the point of this?
Giani continues to shove Equinox throughout the arena. He tosses him through the double doors leading into the backstage area. Equinox is still bringing the fight as he lands a few rights to the jaw of Giani. However the punches don't have much behind them as Giani slams him back first into the solid brick wall. Equinox bows after the attack as Giani grabs him around his neck. He then drags him through the corridor before getting thrown through another set of double doors.
Adams: Now where are they going
Simone: This is just crazy.
Equinox lands hard on the concrete ground as a sign reading parking lot comes into view. Giani walks into the parking lot as the official is still screaming at the top of his lungs. Giani is just ignoring him at this point as he throws Equinox head first into a car window. Glass shatters all over the place as Equinox drops down. Giani grabs a hold of the car door and starts stomping away at Equinox all the while the official is begging for Giani to get Equinox back to the ring. Giani brings his hand up as if to backhand the referee but somehow Equinox comes back with a quick jab to Giani's leg.
Adams: They are all over the place.
Simone: What a battle!
Giani goes down to one knee as Equinox manages to use the car to get back up to his feet. Equinox connects with a swift kick to Giani's head as he stumbles back toward the arena entrance. The official checks on Giani as Equinox drops a piece of glass in the trash can as soon as he re-enters the building. Giani stands back up to his feet as some blood has began to flow down the back of his leg. He fights back the pain as he walks right after Equinox. Giani opens the door as the end of a mop smacks him in the face. His anger begins to build again as the official has no idea what to do at this point.
Simone: Giani is bleeding from his leg while Equinox is having a hard time staying on his feet.
Adams: Like I said, it's an impromptu falls count anywhere match.
Giani begins tossing things around in the backstage area while searching for Equinox. Meanwhile Equinox, with blood seeping out of his mask, has managed to make back out onto the stage. The referee yells at them to get towards the ring. Giani grabs Equinox by the head and pulls him down to the ring, throwing him inside the ring.
Simone: Finally!
Giani rolls in to the ring and picks a beaten Equinox to his feet holding him up, mocking him to his face. He kicks him in the gut and moves behind him, putting him in a pump handle slam position.
Adams: Giani looking for the Jersey Turnpike!
Giani lifts him up but before he can drop him down, Equinox grabs his head and plants Giani with a huge tornado DDT!
Simone: Where did that come from?
Adams: I don't know how Equinox still has any fight left in him!
Giani shakes his head as he starts to pull himself back to his feet, getting to his feet before Equinox. Equinox nips up, and as he lands on his feet, jumps up and catches Giani with a superkick under the jaw, knocking him down to the canvas. The tiredness forces Equinox to the back of the ring, leaning against the ropes. Giani slowly returns to his feet and Equinox moves towards him from behind, lifting his arm around Giani's head and dropping him down with a reverse DDT! Equinox stands next to Giani and jumps up with a standing shooting star press!
Simone: Where the hell as Equinox got this second wind from?
Equinox stays on top of Giani and Drew Patton drops down for the count.
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Giani gets a shoulder up!
Adams: Equinox firing on all cylinder now.
Both men return to their feet and Giani jumps towards Equinox, but Equinox ducks out of the way and jumps up with a huge kick to the back of Giani's head, sending him through the middle of the top and second rope, his upper body hanging outside the ring. Equinox charges and jumps on Giani's back, before jumping over the top rope and dropping a leg drop over Giani's neck. Equinox lands on his feet and moves towards the barricades, resting his back on them. He charges back towards Giani, using the steel steps as a springboard and dives across and nailing Giani with a dropkick to the head.
Adams: Holy hell! Equinox just flew ten feet across to connect with that!
Simone: He put his own body on the line for that one!
Equinox lays outside the ring but slowly pulls himself up, rolling in to the ring to where Giani is laying. He pulls himself to his feet and flips over, catching Giani with a legdrop across the chest. Equinox springs to his feet and looks at the top rope. He points to it as the fans go crazy!
Adams: Equinox is looking to end this match right here and now!
Equinox starts to climb the rope, but Mr JN Ringo jumps on the other side of the ring. He jumps up on the ropes, catching Drew Patton's attention.
Simone: We need more refs around when any member of Power Play get in the ring.
While Ringo distracts Drew, J2H jumps over the barricade behind Equinox. He slides in the ring and climbs up the actual ropes next to Equinox. He lifts his leg, pulling it on Equinox's faces and jumps off as Ringo yells at the referee!
Simone: J2H just nailed the Kiss This! from the top rope!
As Drew tries to turn around Ringo pulls him back, giving J2H enough time to roll out of the ring.
Ringo: Did you see that Ref?!? He just fell off the top rope!
Simone: Bullshit Ringo!
Ringo drops down as Drew turns around with Giani on his feet, he pulls Equinox up to his feet and sets him up, nailing him with the Jersey Turnpike! Giani goes for the cover and Drew Patton drops down for the count.
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DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match.... Giani Di Luca!
Simone: Power Play just cheated Equinox again!
Ringo and J2H join Giani in the ring, lifting him to his feet in celebration. Giani looks down with a smirk at Equinox.
Simone: Once again, it's took three men to defeat Equinox.
The crowd is unsure of how to respond as "London Queen" by Charli XCX plays over the speakers. Red and blue lights flash as the music continues on, with no one present. They look around until finally, someone shoves the curtains aside. Coming through them is Tessa Flannigan. Her hair is a blonde mess, and her make up is much more prominent as she sticks her tongue out, throwing a fist into the air. She gets a mixed reaction as she comes to the edge of the ramp.
Simone: I thought for sure Tessa would be gone after the beating she received at the hands of her former stable mates, the Mean Girls???
Adams: All I know is that I'm voting for Tessa, because she got hit by a pink, double decker bus.
Simone: Nope, I'm not doing it???
Adams: Awwww come on, ya know ya wanna!
Simone: Fine??? and I'm voting for Mean Girls, because they pushed her in front of the bus. You happy now?
Tessa pulls her white fur coat open to reveal a Jealous Janis tank top (available in the SCW Shop), which brings the crowd slightly in her favor. She winks before blowing a kiss out across the entire audience. She waves at them as she skips down the ramp, sliding in under the bottom ropes. She stays on her knees, bouncing to the music before jumping up to her feet. She goes over to the turnbuckle, ascending it as she works the crowd up a bit. Stepping down, she walks to the other side, getting the fans on this side to cheer. She smiles as she jumps down and skips over to the ropes, where she leans outside, getting a microphone from Justin Decent. She wastes little time in stepping to the center of the ring, flipping her hair back playfully before raising the microphone to her lips.
Tessa: Part of me wants to go on about what happened to me at High Stakes 4. I kinda wanna piss and moan about getting me arse knocked out by Veronica Taylor, Mercedes Vargas, and Delia Darling.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Tessa: Some things die hard, don't they? Always feeling like I'm a victim of somethin', when honestly? I got what I deserved.
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Tessa: Hear me out, please? I deserved what I got, because for so long, I just knew the Mean Girls would appreciate me for who I am. I knew if I proved meself to those stuck up bitches, they would accept me. Since no one else would shove a boot up me arse for putting up with those spoiled twats, it was only a matter of time. For ever being their lapdog, I deserved what I got. But??? I gotta admit, when they brought Liz in, and everything they did to her beforehand got put on me head, I started to realize that this would only end one way. What happened at High Stakes 4 was the better option, because six feet under would have left ye lot without a few good laughs, yeah?
Crowd: *POP!*
Tessa nods her head with a smile as she looks around at the audience who is cheering for her. She takes in a deep breath as she readies herself for a lighter mood.
Tessa: Now, just because I admit I deserved to get beat down, Karma and what not??? that doesn't mean that I'm finished with those bitches. Ohhh, not by a long shot. I mean, I sold their secrets to Misty and Roxi. I plastered their deepest, darkest secrets on the wall for everyone to see, literally. I ruined everything of theirs that I could, whenever an opportunity arised. I admit, I even sat in the back after a show once, and laughed me arse off with Misty, telling her all of the dumb shit the Mean Girls talk about, like Brazilian waxes, nail polish, and the best way to avoid tooth rot while shoving yer finger down yer throat to puke up yer lunch??? Oops, sorry bout it???
Crowd: *Laughter*
Tessa: Just because I'm not a part of their plastic circle, that doesn't mean I can't still work on some major plastic sabotage. So, I took notice that Ms. Delia Darling is chronically single, and she has been rubbing it in our faces on Twitter lately, so I took the liberty of creating an OKCupid profile for her, because I'm just??? so nice???
Tessa grins from ear to ear as she turns over to the screen. It flickers to life to show off a blue and white screen, with a rather unflattering profile picture of Delia at the forefront.
Tessa joins in with the crowd as they laugh, but she quickly composes herself. She clears her throat as she pulls a remote out of her pocket, pressing it at the screen as she scrolls down some, beginning to read the profile aloud for the fans.
Tessa: DeliaXxDarling, twenty four, female, from Las Vegas, Nevada. Some quick facts??? Ethnicity, Caucasian. Height, 5 feet, 9 inches. Body type, Fatass. Seems accurate, yeah? Diet, my finger. Smokes, Often. Drinks, Often. Drugs, if only. Religion, Catholic and very serious about it??? Yeah, I'm bored already. How about we move along to the essay sections? My self summary???
Tessa zooms the screen in on the first essay question. She does her best to get into a Delia character as she runs a hand over her face. Once she's finished swiping her face, her lip is curled up into a snarl, and her eyes are widened. She turns around so that the audience can see her, and they all laugh.
Tessa: I am Delia FUCKING Darling, darlings. I am better z'an all of you imbeciles. As much as I try to tell myself os'erwise, I still go to bed alone every night??? except z'e night I revenge fucked Drake Green. I am on her in search of a man who has no spine, who is willing to put up wi's my endless amounts of bullshit and belittling, because I'm a firm believer in projecting my insecurities unto os'ers. Are you z'e dickless shit who is woman enough to handle me?
The crowd roars in laughter as Tessa breaks just long enough to crack a wink at the camera. She turns slightly so that she can give another side of the audience her full attention.
Tessa: I am really good at??? Making people feel insignificant. I am good at playing z'e victim, so don't piss me off, or you will be forced to listen to me cry and complain about it for months on end. I am also very good at keeping my figure, except for z'e wide arse I carry behind me. Seriously, I enter z'e room five minutes before me arse does. And z'at is about eight minutes after my nose has entered z'e room. But, I'm also really good at being perfect. I can do no wrong, ever, and even if you state z'e facts, I will argue wi's z'em anyway, and why? Because I'm Delia FUCKING Darling!!!
Crowd: *POP!*
Tessa: The first thing people notice about me??? My nose, or my manly jaw line. Z'at is, unless they hear me talk, z'en it is me raspy, Janis Joplin voice??? Favorite books, movies, TV shows, music, and food??? I dislike food, because it has calories in it. Unless you count Italian Vogue as a book, I don't read, because I am a high school drop out. I prefer anys'ing z'at is trendy, because it is z'e only way I know how to waste me abundance of free time.
The crowd laughs once more as Tessa cracks character just long enough to let out a laugh. She turns just a little more, with her back to the ramp. She points the remote behind her back as she scrolls down to the end, where we see "Six Things I Could Never Do Without".
Tessa: Twitter??? I live on z'at s'ing. My useless group of hags who are okay wi's being benea's me. My make up, because I am fuckin' ugly wi'sout it! My Stairmaster, because I have z'e metabolism of a menopausal woman. My iPod, wi's all of z'e trendy bullshit music I won't care about next week. And lastly, myself, because I'm???
Tessa holds the microphone out like a rockstar playing to the crowd. They shout the exact response she is looking for.
Crowd: DELIA FUCKING DARLING!!!
Tessa: Oh, and I spend a lot of time s'inking about??? me'self. Nothing else, just her disgusting self??? Well, don't worry Deelz, there's gotta be a man out there desperate enough to date ye, even with the cold, hard truth staring him right in the face. Some men like fat, saggy, shapeless arses???
Tessa shrugs her shoulders as she mouths a mocking "Sorry Bout It", causing the audience to laugh once more. She grins a toothy grin as she drops the microphone to the ground. The crowd cheers for her now more than ever as "London Queen" plays over the PA again. She works the ring, drawing in the cheers as we cut elsewhere in the venue.
Connor Murphy's music begins to play as the color team looks up the ramp.
Simone: What could Connor be doing back out here?
Adams: I don't know but it looks like he is bringing gifts
Connor Murphy makes his way to the ring carrying a silver domed tray. Reaching the ring, he sets the tray on the apron and rolls inside before picking the tray back up then looking around for something to set it on in the ring. Shaking his head, he reaches in between the ropes for the microphone that is being held out to him.
Connor Murphy: Listen man, to quote someone???"Get the tables"
The tech moves to look under the six sided ring and pulls out a small table and slides it into the ring. Connor watches as he holds the tray. The tech gives him a blank look which causes Connor to roll his eyes and mouth "help me!" Finally the light bulb goes on and the tech climbs into the ring and helps set up the table. Thanking the tech sarcastically, Connor sets the tray down and then brings the microphone up to his lips.
Connor Murphy: Hello to all my SCW Fans out there. I bet you are wondering just what the hell I am doing out here after beating the crap out of ROAR. And wondering just what is hidden by this cover???
Simone: Teasing the crowd about what could be under there.
Adams: I know I am curious!
Connor Murphy: What I have right here is a gift for my best friend's sister and her husband.
Simone: He's talking about Vixen and Spike Staggs. But what could he???
Adams: Oh my god, he is talking about Vixen and Spike Staggs.
Simone: I just said that!
Adams: I know, you must have read my mind and wanted to steal my thunder
Connor Murphy: I happened to spend Thanksgiving with the Staggs and well, I was given an envelope by Devlin because he wanted to know what Vixen was having. You remember right that she is pregnant and all that. She said that she wanted to wait and see but Devlin just can't. So he gave me the envelope and told me to go and get one of those cupcakes that have the colored frosting inside to let us know what she is going to have. So without further ado???
Connor reaches for the lid and pulls it up to reveal two large white cupcakes.
Connor Murphy: TWO!!! Oh my !!
He shoots a look into the camera and smirks.
Simone: Two cupcakes???I wonder what that could mean.
Adams: Means Connor is hungry I guess
Connor picks up the envelope suspiciously.
Connor Murphy: I guess with TWO cupcakes, must mean that Vixen's got TWO buns in the oven, congrats to you and Spike Vixie. But that means we have to find out what they are. So this can I please get the help of you Belinda to come and open these puppies up.
Looking directly at Simone, he moves to the ropes and sits on the middle one as Jason is motioning for Belinda to go and help. Finally she gets out of her seat and heads into the ring. Once inside, Connor smiles at her as he guides her to the table and hands her one of the cupcakes.
Simone: How do you expect me to open this?
Adams: Get messy???GET MESSY
Connor nods in agreement as Belinda shoots him and Jason Adams dirty looks. .
Connor Murphy: I think he means pull it apart darlin'
Belinda lowers her head and then gently sets the cupcake down as a technician moves to the ring with what looks like a concession plastic knife. Grabbing it, she moves to the first cupcake and cuts into it to reveal a blue frosted interior.
Connor Murphy: A boy???twin number one is a boy to carry on the Staggs name??? twin two please darlin'. Let's see the blue frosting for this one.
Connor motions to the uncut cupcake which Belinda begins to cut into. As she does, a jokey Connor stands behind him a hand slapping over his mouth as she reveals a pink frosting interior.
Connor Murphy: Congrats guys, looking forward to two new Staggs that will be coming. Oh and if you are wondering???I want to remind you it was Devlin who gave me the envelope in case you want to blame anyone for this!
Connor waves then opens up the envelope to confirm that it is indeed twins, one boy and one girl as his music plays.
Were back stage and we see Orchid with Mater Lily. The two are seen talking and laughing a bit. Orchids demeanor changes when she sees Song and Ninja walking towards them. They all bow at each other.
Song: Look Orchid I know why your back in SCW. You are and have never been in my shadow. The truth is Orchid, everyone knows your a better fighter and for the record, I know your a better fighter then me. Its why I always been the loud mouth and always mad and angry. It was my only way of standing out and not be in your shadow. I miss us as a tag team and would like for us to be as one again.
Orchid looks shocked and nods
Orchid: Song you are one of the best. I never wanted to prove if I was better then you I just needed to prove that I'm Orchid a fighter from Bozhou, China not Songs shadow.
Song: your not my shadow Orchid we are a team. A team of the two best Kung Fu fighters from China. Now I got news to tell you. As you know Ninja is done filming his movie. But they booked him to do another movie only this time they need to females with Kung Fu knowledge that we have in the movie. So what do you say to that?
Orchid: Holy crap, is that Blasted Monk with Jon walking this way?
Song: Yes it is but the movie, Orchid what do you say?
Orchid: Yes but that means none of us will be in SCW then... Oh wait Master Lily why is Blasted monk here?
Jon Dough and Blasted Monk make there way to Song, Ninja, Orchid and Master Lily.
Master Lily: Well why don't you ask him your self.
Orchid: Hey Blasted Monk, what brings you here to SCW?
Blasted Monk: Well Orchid with you, Song, and Ninja doing a 2nd movie Master Wong still wants two of us here but he still does not want to bring his son Master Wong Fai Hung in SCW just yet. So they sent me here instead.
Orchid: Oh cool, so when is your 1st match?
Blasted Monk: Not sure but I know who I want to get in the ring with 1st.
Master Lily: Oh really and who will that be son?
Blasted Monk: Well mom its simple. see I just got word of a SCW Star who is just itching to get in the ring.
Master Lily: Oh well I have not heard such a thing.
Blasted Monk: Hey Jon show my mom your IPod.
Jon Dough opens up his IPod and shows Master Lily what they are referring to.
Lord Raab: "Ever since I've started in this company, I've only had two matches and I'm sick and tired of sitting around and doing nothing, but training. I'm not attending the stupid Climax Control show tonight because it's pointless if I can't fight against anybody in the ring and I'm so angry that I don't care any more on who I face so yes, I'm opening a challenge to any male wrestler who's willing to face me and I want an answer sooner rather than later because I'm not sitting around any longer and getting ignored like this. I need to let my anger out and someone better answer this challenge or I'll go and make my own matches myself."
Blasted Monk: So mom make it happen. Lord Raab wants a match A.S.A.P. and so do I. can you make that happen for Lord and myself?
Master Lily: I'll talk to the SCW Team after tonight's show and go from there son.
Blasted Monk nods as the cameras fade away.
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship!
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 crowd to get up on their feet and cheer.
Crowd: POP!
Green, with a large smile, stands tall in long red wrestling tights with three white stars on each leg and black boots which have red 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 "Main Event Maker" 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
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 Las Vegas!
Crowd: POP!
Drake: Goddamn it feels could to back in the City of Sin! It's been too long! Crowd: Louder 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 Las Vegas, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?! Crowd: SHOWTIME! Drake: Now I want to make sure when my opponent comes out here that you give him a warm, SHOWSTOPPER welcome and make sure he knows who's walking out of The Joint with the SCW Heavyweight Title. Can you do that for me? Crowd: YES! Drake: I said can you do it for me?! Drake: YES! YES! YES! 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 the SCW Heavyweight Champion. v/o: "Las Vegas???Can you hear it coming?" Boos fill the 'The Joint'. The Mental Rapist Through the crimson mist, a figure begins to make his way onto the entrance area. The arena erupts into boos as Sean Jackson comes into view. Justin: Introducing first, the Challenger, from Chicago, IL. Weighing in at 230 pounds???he is the Main Event Maker???"Mr. Showtime" Drake Greeeeeeeeen! Massive cheers. Justin: And his opponent???from Dallas, TX. Weighing in at 220 pounds???he is the reigning and defending SCW Heavyweight Champion???"The Mental Rapist" Seeeeeeaaaaaaan Jackson! DING! DING! DING!
The lights shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark. Brilliant flashes of light start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lightning. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across it. A hush falls over the hall as the crimson mist pours off the entrance area and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the hall and a video explodes on the screen as letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out???
"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....
"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."
Wearing black trunk with gold lettering, he has the SCW heavyweight title draped over his shoulder and Vanessa under his arm. After tapping the faceplate a couple of times, he makes a complete turn, allowing everyone to see the total package. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he begins to make his way to the ring.
As the boos continue to fill the hall, Sean stops to agitate a few Drake Green fans before continuing to the ring.
As soon as he enters the ring with Vanessa, a spotlight bathes him as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, he peers out at the fans at ringside and raises the title to the ceiling. Once the lights come back on, he hands the title to Jasmine St. John who holds it up for everyone to see and then turns to open up the ropes for Vanessa to walk down to ringside. His eyes lock with Drake's as they await Justin Decent's introductions.
Drake goes right after Sean with a barrage of heavy left and rights as soon as the bell rings, driving the Heavyweight Champion back toward the ropes. Sean quickly ducks under the bottom rope and slides out to ringside to regroup with Vanessa. Drake can't help but chuckle as he calls out to the crowd.
Drake: What time is it?!
Crowd: Showtime!
Simone: Drake sure does have the crowd fired up tonight.
St. John calls for Jackson to get back into the ring and then backs Green up a few feet as Sean climbs back up into the ring. She separates the two for a moment before letting them go at it again. For a second time, Drake lands a few hard shots and Jackson goes right back down to ringside, eliciting a thunderous reaction from the crowd.
Crowd: Boo!
Jackson turns around and yells obscenities at the crowd before starting to climb back into the ring. Jasmine St. John again backs Green up to give Sean some space to get into the ring. As soon as he does, the two stars begin to circle each other. After a brief moment of moving around the ring they lock up and start to fight for control. Green gains the upper hand, pulling Jackson down into a side headlock. He tightens the hold a bit before Sean starts to dig elbows into his side. Breaks the hold, Drake pushes him into the ropes. As he comes back toward Drake, Green drops down to the mat and Jackson hops over him. Again Jackson comes back Drake leapfrogs him and then hits him with a textbook dropkick.
Adams: What a move!
Green immediately mounts Jackson and starts to pummel him with hard right hands and he holds him by the hair with his left hand. He stands up, bounces himself off of the ropes, and then lands a hard leg drop across the face of the Champion. He hooks the leg and Jasmine drops down for the count.
One!
Two!
Simone: Jackson kicks out!
Sean flies his shoulder up into the air and then pushes Drake off of him. He springs to his feet and once more the two opponents begin to circle one another. They lock up again but this time it is Sean Jackson that gets the upper hand. He grabs Drake in a side head lock and lands a few hard knees to his mid-section before flipping him over in a headlock take down and then applying more pressure to Drake's neck. St. John drops to the mat to check on Drake and to make sure the hold is legal.
Adams: What a great take down by the "Mental Rapist".
After some wrenching on the ground Drake is able to overpower Sean and escape from his hold and both men jump up to their feet. Sean makes a beeline straight for Green but Drake hits him with a high hip toss, flipping the Champion up and over on to his back. He goes to get up but Drake kicks him across his chest and then drops an elbow in his gut. He jumps up and gives Sean a bit of space before charging him again but the sneaky Jackson trips him and Drake lands on top of the bottom rope. Reacting quickly, Jackson springboards himself over the top rope and down to ringside, grabbing Greens head and crushing his neck on the bottom rope in the process.
Simone: What a great move by the Champ!
Jackson raises his arms in praise of himself as the crowd boos him. He turns back and climbs up into the ring as Drake writhes around in pain on the canvas. Jackson drives a few boots into his chest before grabbing him by the hair and picking him up off of the mat. He sizes him up and then backhands him across his face. The crowd boos a bit more as Jasmine St. John warns Sean of the illegal strike. He raises his arms claiming innocence and Jasmine allows the action to continue. He grabs Drake by the hand and then sends him flying into the corner, running in right behind him a hard clothesline. He quickly pulls him out of the corner and executes a nasty looking neckbreaker before going for the cover. Jasmine drops for the count.
One!
Two!
Thr-
Drake kicks out as Jasmine was attempting a three count.
Adams:Jackson almost had it put away there.
Simone: I agree, Jason. He keeps attacking that often injured neck of Drake Green.
Jackson smacks Green in the face and then, out of rage, grabs him by the head and throws him up over the top rope. Green crashes down to the concrete floor at ringside. Jackson slides through the ropes and hops down as well. He smiles at Vanessa as he walks by her and then goes to work on Mr. Showtime. He peels him off the floor by his hair and then flips him over into the steel guardrail. He follows that up with a few hard kicks as Jasmine starts her count.
One???Two???Three???
He picks Drake up off of the floor and again sends him crashing into the barricade. He quickly grabs him again and whips him into the steel steps, sending the steps tumbling over.
Simone: The Champion is really taking over now. Drake looks like he's in a lot of pain.
With nasty aggression he picks up Drake and lifts him up, only to drop him face first on top of the announce table. Green bounces of and hits the concrete floor as Jasmine's count continues.
Four???Five???
Out of complete arrogance, Sean grabs the third headset at the announcer's table and puts it on.
Jackson: You see that, Belinda Simone? That's a how a real Champion gets things done.
Simone: Don't you think you should be concentrating on the match?
Jackson: What I do think is that you should show a little more respect for your Heavyweight Champion???the "REAL" World Champion???the "Mental Rapist" Sean Jackson; the crown jewel of Sin City Wrestling. I don't need to concentrate on the match because what we got laying down on that concrete floor is a real fraud, a choke artist of monumental proportions. I'm the greatest Champion this company has ever scene and I do what I want when I want- and it doesn't matter who I'm facing because Sean Jackson is-
Adams: Watch out!
CRASH! BOOM! SMASH!
Mid-sentence Drake Green launches across the announce table and collides with Jackson, sending both men into the steel guardrail behind the announce table.
Six???Seven???
After some under the table scuffling Drake pops his head out to a large POP from the crowd. He pulls Sean out from behind the table and pulls him in for a hard clothesline that sends the Champion down to the concrete. Drake stumbles back, still a bit hurt and then rolls up on the ring apron and then back down to restart Jasmine's count.
One???Two???
He picks Jackson up in a scoop slam and plants him right back down to the floor. He leans up against the guardrail and a group of fans converge on him, slapping him on the back and shoulders. He turns to them and with a large smile, grabs one of their sodas. He takes a quick sip and then bashes it over Jackson's head as the fans at ringside laugh.
Adams: Mr. Showtime always puts on a good show???time???I mean???Whatever!
Three???Four???
Drake walks past Jackson and over towards Vanessa. He gets up in front of her and smiles before turning back to Jackson. He grabs the heavyweight Champion and sends back into the ring and under the bottom rope. Drake climbs up the apron and then up to the top turnbuckle. He stands up there perched, waiting for Sean to get to his feet. As the Champion finally stumbles to his feet Drake launches in the air and connects with a flying cross body and finishes it off by hooking the leg. Jasmine drops down to the mat.
One!
Two!
Crowd: THREE!
Jasmine holds up two fingers and Drake laughs it off a bit. He gets up pulling Jackson up and scoops him into another body slam. He picks him up again and goes to whip into the corner but Jackson reverses and sends Drake the other way. Green goes flying back first toward one of the corners and doesn't see Jasmine St. John standing in his way. He flies, back first, into her and sends the referee into the corner so hard that smacks her head on the ring post.
Simone: Did you see that? Jasmine's out cold!
Adams: Green is trying to make sure she's ok.
Drake checks on Jasmine but she is totally out cold. He gets up to try and get the attention of the ringside doctors but his compassion costs him as he turns right in to Sean Jackson who lifts him up into a torture rack and then sends him heels over head into an inverted death valley driver.
Simone: HOOK 'EM HORNS!! HOOK 'EM HORNS DRIVER!! Drake is out but so is the referee!
Sean stands over Drake and takes a few empty breaths. He stares down at Drake and then he looks over to Jasmine St. John knocked out in the corner. A sick twisted smile forms on his face as he turns around and leaves the ring.
Adams: Where's this guy going now?
Simone:I don't know, Jason, but from the look of that smile it can't be good.
Jackson walks over to Vanessa and they exchange a few words before he makes a beeline toward where the timekeeper and Justin Decent are sitting. He throws the timekeeper off of his chair and then heads back into the ring with the steel chair.
Adams: Somebody's gotta stop this maniac!
He stands waiting for Drake to get to up, taunting him as he wobbles to his feet. He swings hard at Drake who at the very last second ducks and then plants his boot into the Sean's gut, forcing him to drop the chair.
Crowd: MEGA POP!!!!
Drake grabs Sean as he's hunched over and underhooks his arms. He sets him up and then screams out to the crowd.
Drake: WHAT TIME IS IT?!
Crowd: SHOWTIME!!!!
Drake lifts Sean up into an underhooked high-angle DDT and slams him head first into the steel chair that Sean had just dropped.
Simone: SHOW'S OVER!! SHOW'S OVER!!! We're gonna have a new Champion!
Drake throws the chair down to ringside and then turns Jackson over, hooking the leg. He waits for the count that never comes. He turns to see Jasmine St. John still knocked out in the corner and a dejected look comes over his face.
Adams: Jasmine's still out! Drake had this thing one!
Drake releases the pinfall attempt and goes over to again check on Jasmine. He tries to pick her up but she is still out cold. He again calls out to the ringside doctor and he comes running over to check on her. As Drake assist the doctor, he doesn't see someone slipping into the ring. He asks the doctor if he's gonna be ok and when he says yes, he turns around to return his attention to Jackson but is met with a steel chair in the face???not from Sean Jackson.
Adams: What the-! What the-!
Simone: It's Gabriel! Gabriel the Sin of Greed just hit Drake Green with a chair.
SMACK!
He plants Drake, who is now on his knees, with the chair again. Drake stares up at him with agony in his eyes and the look of a confused man. As he sits on his knees, staring up at his attacker, Gabriel swings again.
CRAAAAAAACK!
Crowd: BOO!!!!
Adams: Where the hell is security!?
Gabriel drops the chair in the center of the ring and stands over Drake's limp body. He scoops him up and sets him up in an invited piledriver position. He runs three steps forward and then leaps in the air. As he comes down he drops Drake onto his head on top of the mangled steel chair with a running K Driver, driving his neck up into his body.
Simone: AVADA KEDAVRA! RIGHT ON TO THE STEEL CHAIR!
Gabriel kicks Drake over on to his back and then grabs Sean Jackson by his arm, dragging him on top of Drake. He then slides out of the ring just in time for Jasmine St. John to start to come to. She sees Sean on top of Drake and then crawls over.
One!
Adams: No this can't be!
Two!
Adams: This is a miscarriage of justice!
Three!
DING! DING! DING! /font>
Justin: Here is your winner and STILL SCW Heavyweight Champion???"The Mental Rapist" Seeeeeeaaaaaaan Jackson!
Crowd: BOO!!!!
Adams: I'm disgusted.
Vanessa gets up into the ring with Sean's title belt and pulls him off Drake. Jackson comes to and is confused as to what's going on. He realizes he just won and his evil twisted smile comes back over his face as he and Vanessa sneak out of the ring. They walk up the ramp, Sean wobbly and balancing himself on Vanessa, as the ringside doctor tends to Drake.
The big screen lights up with a video recorded backstage earlier. We see SCW's Original Bombshell, Misty, seated in chair with her long black hair in a hair tie and hanging over her shoulders. She smiles into the camera as she thinks about tonight's special show.
Misty: It's hard to believe what a milestone Sin City Wrestling has hit tonight. It was an amazing feeling to be a part of the very first Climax Control three years ago, but I have to say, it's an even better feeling to still be here three years later.
She pauses for a moment and the fans in the audience cheer.
Misty: Don't get me wrong, there have been many ups and downs over these last few years, but I wouldn't change a single thing. I've met some amazing people and worked with some outstanding and talented individuals. It's honestly hard to pick a favorite moment from Climax Control because there are just so many.
She pauses again, moving in the chair as she thinks about her favorite Climax Control moments in her head.
Misty: I'm not sure if this can technically because considered my favorite moment on Climax Control, but my most memorable match will always be the Match of the Year bloodbath against Roxanne. July fifteenth, two thousand and twelve. Climax Control number twenty three. I'll never forget that match, for many reasons.
She closes her eyes, remembering that intense battle and the hell they both did to each other that night.
Misty: Up until that point, I had never been in such a physical battle, and to this day, nothing can top that. Roxanne and I???while we may have mended our differences, we took each other to the limits in that match. I think at the time we both literally wanted to kill the other because of our hatred towards each other, but in the end???it really brought us closer together.
The crowd cheers and applauds, most remembering that match vividly.
Misty: Roxanne and I..we now have this immense respect for each other and I think we always will. We both survived that match, by some miracle. Sure we were both out for months afterwards, recovering from all of our injuries, but we both never gave up. That match???that was a match I was proud to lose. And Roxanne knows that. Will I have any more matches like that again?
She shakes her head.
Misty: At this point in my career, it's very much doubtful. Earlier this year, and hell even just last week, I wasn't expecting to be a part of the one hundredth show, but in the end???I couldn't miss out on such a milestone. I couldn't be more proud to be a part of Sin City Wrestling, working with such fantastic people and I'm looking forward to what the future holds for the men and Bombshells alike.
Misty smiles into the camera. The fans cheer one last time before the video fades to black.
Ms. Rocky Mountain is standing near the casino door as a tall man wearing a business suit is standing beside her. A smile is plastered on her face.
Ms. Mountains: Hasn't Climax Control 100 been on hell of a night. Right now, I have a special guest. He has several good moments right here on Climax Control. Please welcome back for one night only, "The Soulless One" Horace Jackson.
The camera zooms out a bit so Horace Jackson can be framed up. He has his signature smirk on his face.
Ms. Mountains: Welcome back Horace
Horace Jackson: You should be glad that I took time out of my busy schedule to here for this historic event. Grant it, I didn't get asked to be involved with the Alumni Battle Royal but that is okay. Those has-beens didn't want to get schooled by the man who has no soul.
Ms. Mountains: Bruce Hart is running around telling everyone that he ran you off. He is parading around like he won the lottery. What are your thoughts on this development?
Horace Jackson: Bruce Hart can say whatever the hell he wants because that is all he fucking does. Everyone knows that I had him beat at High Stakes IV but the management wanted to give him a courtesy win just so he doesn't bitch to them. I left so I can take care of some personal business. I still have professional stake in this company and trust me Rocky. If Bruce continues to run his oversize Canadian mouth then I will have to ask Christian for a one night only match to shut you up. If there is one thing I can't stand Rocky is a cocky, arrogant son of a bitch.
Ms. Mountains: What professional stake are you talking about Horace?
Horace Jackson: That is for me to know and for everyone to find out. For now, The Soulless One will just watch this night unfold.
Horace walks out of the shot as Rocky Mountains is left with a real confused look on her face.
The bell rings as all four referees of Sin City Wrestling march out from the back and take up positions around the ringside area.
Adams: Oh boy! Oh boy! This is what I've been waiting all night for! The Alumni Battle Royals!
Simone: It's what a lot of people have been waiting for! The Bombshells and Superstars of Sin City Wrestling past, returning to honor our one hundredth show!
The bell rings!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! It is now time for the Bombshell Alumni Battle Royal!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: The only way to win is by throwing your opponent out of the ring, over the top rope and to the arena floor!
Adams: None of that 'both feet' bullshit here in SCW!
Justin: Introducing first! From St. Louis, Missouri, weighing 115 pounds ... FAITH!
Scum of the Earth by Rob Zombie begins playing through the PA system as the stage lights blink to the beat of the music. Without hesitation, Faith comes walking onto the stage, waving her arms up, shouting for the fans to get on their feet. She walks to the edge of the ramp, looking from side to side as the music picks up, she bangs her head down abruptly and swings her dreads around for a minute before pointing up to the sky. She runs down one side of the ramp, slapping hands with fans before switching sides. She then dashes up toward the ring and jumps onto the apron. She turns around and swings her dreads around once more to the music before getting inside of the ring. She bows her head and jogs from side to side, throwing fists to get her ready for her opponents.
Justin: From the Carpathian Mountains, Romania, weighing 116 pounds ... Karina KOJI!
The arena goes black, then purple lights fill the arena. The Ruler and the Killer by Kid Cudi starts to blare from the loudspeaker and soon after it starts Karina Koji enters. She stares at the ring, seemingly unaware of the audience at first. Her oversized hoody hides most of her face and she is dragging a large metal bat behind her. When she reaches the ring she lifts up her hoody and smiles to the audience. She tosses the bat aside and enters the ring.
Justin: At a total combined weight of 245 pounds, Amanda Cortez and Laura Jackson ... THE TATTOOED GODDESES!
As the theme starts the curtain is pulled back and out onto the stage roars a Harley bike. Sitting on the bike is Amanda Cortez and Laura Jackson. Mandy shut off the bike and the pair slowly get off the bike. They then go down the ramp slapping hands with the fans. Then Laura slips into the ring and then she held the ropes opens for Mandy to enter the ring. As Amanda does this she slowly slips in teasing the fans as she get in the ring after Amanda does this the pair share a quick kiss before going to opposite side of the ring and posed for the fans before turning to the entrance way to wait for their opponents.
Justin: From Dunedin, New Zealand, weighing 128 pounds ... EMMA ROSE!
Nobody's business if I... walk, talk, make love, sing... but I'm able to love... Able to live, able to love. As the electric sounds of Able to love by Benny Bennasi trickles from the personal address system the video screen roars to life with a very familiar video of Sin City Wrestling's resident Kiwi, Emma Rose. As the camera man zooms in on the screen to highlight her video package the lighting in the arena slightly dims down. Pulling back from the video the camera pans down to the top of the ramp to find Emma Rose standing at the top of it, her back is turned to the audience but the sight of her shadowed body is enough to bring the crowd to life. As her theme continues to play Emma turns on her heels, the lights returning to normal as she does so. Making her way down the ramp the New Zealand Bombshell takes her time soaking in the cheers from the fans. Emma makes her way to the steel steps and climbs them slowly, before walking along the ring apron. Lifting her right leg up and over the middle rope Emma teases the fan with a little display of her bottom before lifting her left leg over. Once inside the right Emma makes her way around the six sided ring, pointing out to all her fans living it up. As her theme and video starts to wind up Emma makes her way over towards the center of the ring, getting herself ready for tonight s match.
Justin: At a total combined weight of 385 pounds, Brandi Shotze and Cookie S'Mores ... THE PARTY GIRLS!
The techno beat of the popular dance tune "Party Girls' beats its rhythm from the sound system and the crowd cheers when the aptly named combination of the Party Girls aka Brandi Shotze and Cookie S'Mores step out atop the stage. Brandi holds up her ever-present flask and drinks deeply to the crowd's delight while her partner spreads her arms out, adorned in her hot pink feathered boa and shakes her chest at everyone. Brandi then passes the flask to Cookie who herself takes a drink while Brandi shrugs and gives her own xxx-large chest a shake much to everyone's amusement and appreciation!
Brandi lets out a yell of "Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" and Cookie hands her back her flask and the pair proceeds down the aisle and towards the ring. Brandi bumps knuckles with several fans along the way while Cookie playfully flirts with some of the men along the way. Arriving at ringside, Brandi rolls in beneath the bottom rope while Cookie climbs up on the apron and steps halfway through the top and middle rope, shaking her big backside at the camera before stepping the rest of the way through. Cookie then walks to the center of the ring and strikes a pose as Brandi jumps to the middle of the corner and lets out another yell before she drops down and joins her partner in their corner.
Justin: From San Francisco, California, weighing 115 pounds ... LIZ SMALLS!
'Live For The Night' plays as pink and purple spotlights show the entrance way. A giant magazine cover of Liz Smalls is the curtain for her entrance as she walks from behind it with the spotlights flashing on her. Paparazzi trail behind her taking pictures as she walks to the ring waving at the fans as they boo her. Two of the paparazzi men hop onto the ring apron and each grab one of Liz's arms as they lift her onto the apron and then hold the ropes for her to enter.
Justin: And from Henderson, Nevada, weighing 120 pounds ... KITTIE!
The opening drum beat of Lollirot by Jack Off Jill begins blasting through the speakers as the light flash along with the music. As the instrumentals pick up, Kittie shoves her way through the curtains. A spotlight lands on her as she pauses, throwing her head forward, and then back. She lets her hair fall down over her face, and it slowly falls back as she moves her head slowly from one side to the other. She throws her hands up in the air and lets out a scream before she starts skipping down the entryway. She bops her head to the side as she goes. She stops to stick her tongue out to tease a cheering fan or two, and then she continues skipping until about half way to the ring. From there she makes a mad dash toward the ring, leaping onto the apron. She quickly bangs her head as she dances to the nearest turnbuckle. She climbs it, and pauses there, looking out across the audience through her hair as they cheer her on. She throws her middle fingers in the air before jumping down into the ring. She paces back and forth quickly as her music dies down.
Adams: Look at all the past Bombshells together again!
Simone: It's truly a gathering of greats! Every single female inside of that ring held SCW championship gold at one point or another!
Adams: And they are ready to tear each others' heads off again!
The women look around and the bell rings!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
And at the sound of the opening bell,, chaos immediately ignites as with all battle royals as the Bombshells of SCW past pair off and a ring-wide brawl erupts! The tandem of the Tattooed Goddesses of Laura Jackson and Amanda Cortez immediately use their experience together and they go after the largest woman in the ring, aka Cookie S'Mores! The two back the larger woman into the corner and throws blows into her bulky body as Cookie attempts to fend them off! As Amanda and Cookie exchange shots, Laura grabs her tree-trunk leg and attempts to lift it to toss her out but Cookie's tag team partner, Brandi Shotze, is right there to make the rescue as she barrels past a brawling Kittie and Karina Koji and forearm smashes Cortez from behind, allowing Cookie some breathing room to deliver a hard overhand blow down into Laura's back!
Simone: It seems only natural we see the two tag teams squaring off against each other.
Adams: It's going to be hard to eliminate anyone from those two teams since they'll be watching each other's backs.
The two 'wild women' are going toe to toe as Kittie and Karina Koji are trading bone jarring lefts and rights into one another's lovely faces, intent to inflict some damage! Karina switches tactics and quickly ensnares Kittie into a side headlock and she works her over towards the ropes and attempts to deposit her over the side, but Kittie hangs onto the top rope with one arm and grabs a handful of Koji's hair, tearing at her scalp! Karina finally releases her long enough to grab her by two handfuls of hair and the two women tear and pull at each other's tresses!
Adams: Catfight!
Simone: And with a woman named Kittie? How appropriate!
The two women engage in their rug-of-war until Kittie gains the upper hand and snapmares Karina over by the hair, throwing her to the mat!
Liz Smalls has Faith pinned in the corner and she drives her shoulder into the petite woman's midsection twice, then grabs two handfuls of her hair and slams her face into the top turnbuckle! Liz spins her around and brings a boot up and presses it against Faith's throat, choking her out with no way for an official to step in and intervene as it is all entirely legal! Liz finally relents and brings her boot down, and immediately Emma Rose grabs two handfuls of Liz's hair and drags her roughly back into the corner and she unloads with an open handed chop to her chest.
Crowd: Woooo!
Faith shoves Emma Rose aside and grabs Liz by the side of the head and head butts her right between the eyes!
Adams: There goes her next Maybeline sponsorship!
Kittie stands over Karina who is in a seated position and she throws three shots straight down into Koji's temple! Kittie then grabs two handfuls of her hair and yanks her up off of the mat and drops her!
Adams: Isn't her hair short enough as it is!? Kittie has to go and tear the rest out?
Kittie goes to pull her up but Karina sweeps her legs out from beneath her and dives atop of the former Bombshell Champion, throwing shots left and right into her head. Karina then grabs her by the legs and pulls her closer towards the ropes, then falls backward, catapulting Kittie over the top!
Adams: She's go... no she's not!
Simone: Kittie has held on!
Kittie has hold of the top rope, dangling and Karina comes over to pry her hands loose but Kittie shows some strength by pulling herself up and she scissors her legs around Karina's head and pulls her over the top and it is Koji who hits the floor!
Simone: And she is gone!
Justin: Karina KOJI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Kittie then pulls herself back into the ring and straight away, double dropkicks both Emma Rose and Faith off of Liz Smalls.
Simone: Did Kittie just rescue Liz Smalls?
And in her place, Kittie starts assaulting Liz and wraps both hands around her throat, choking her!
Adams: Is answer question?
Cookie S'Mores scoops Laura Jackson up off of her feet and throws her hard to the mat with a body slam! Cookie then stands over her prone body and pats her rather ample derriere, then goes to drop her keister down into Jackson, but Laura rolls away and Cookie's large backside crash lands on the canvas!
Simone: Oh had she landed with that, the only thing left of Laura Jackson would be a stain!
Laura is back on her feet and runs off of the ropes and lays Cookie out with a shining wizard to the side of the head!
Simone: I'm not certain how smart this is on Laura Jackson's part. What she needs to do is get the much larger woman up and over the ropes. She can't do that if Cookie is laying on the mat.
Adams: Oh sure she could! I saw a fork lift in the back before the show.
Amanda buries a knee into Brandi's stomach, doubling her over. Amanda then lands a hard chop into Brandi's rather well endowed upper region! Brandi just stares at her and looks at the fans, then slaps her chest, telling Cortez to bring it on! Amanda is only too happy to oblige as she lands another chop to her chest, and this time Brandi juggles her ta ta's in her hands, daring Cortez to do it again!
Simone: Attacking Brandi Shotze there would do as much damage as a spanking would to Rob Van Dam.
Adams: Think about that a lot, do you?
Amanda figures the third time is the charm and she goes for a third strike, but Brandi bocks it, then grabs her by the hair and shoves her face into her M-A-S-S-I-V-E cleavage and rubs her face hard into it!
Adams: Knocker Locker!
The crowd hoots and laughs as Brandi lets her go. Amanda staggers back, but as she pulls her long hair from her face, the fans see a huge smile on her face!
Adams: Yeah I think Amanda actually liked that!
Faith gets up and she grabs Kittie and pulls her off of Liz and goes back to work on the Cover girl! Kittie drags Faith away but this time Faith shoves Kittie who answers back with a bitch slap to Faith's face!
Simone: All three of those two women want to dish out the damage to Liz Smalls!
Adams: Can't they just get along and both lay into Liz?
Faith kicks Kittie in the stomach, answering Kittie's harsh words, when Emma grabs both women by the hair and cracks their foreheads together in a 'noggin' knocker'! Emma then grabs Kittie in a front facelock and falls back, planting Kittie's head into the mat with a DDT! Faith turns, trying to clear the cobwebs, and turns to the worked over Liz and is about to charge straight at her, but suddenly from behind, Laura Jackson grabs a handful of Faith's tights and hair and she gets a running starts and surprises Faith, throwing her out over the top!
Justin: FAITH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Simone: That just proves how closely you have to keep your eyes open in a battle royal!
Laura celebrates with her arms held high, but suddenly Liz Smalls dropkicks her in the back, knocking Laura into the ropes! Liz grabs her by the legs and tries to lift her out over the op!
Adams: She saves Liz Smalls' neck and that's how she gets repaid!
Brandi answers Amanda Cortez's amorous mannerisms by clotheslining her to the canvas! Brandi peels her up off of the mat and drives her head into the corner. Brandi backs up, holding her hand up for the cheering crowd, then pats her backside. Brandi runs right for Cortez and goes to ram her backside into Amanda, but Cortez dodges the impact and Brandi runs herself back into the corner instead! Amanda then forgoes Shotze and instead grabs Liz Smalls from behind, dragging her away from Laura and thus, saving her partner from elimination! Amanda holds her in a full nelson as a recovered Laura lashes out with a boot into Liz's stomach as she is being held!
Adams You almost feel sorry for Liz Smalls, the way everyone is ganging up on her.Simone: Excuse me?
Adams: I said 'almost'!
Kittie sees a vulnerable Brandi Shotze and races in, dropkicking the former tag champ, knocking her down onto her backside. Kittie then grabs the top rope and presses her boot into Shotze's throat, choking her!
Emma Rose jumps onto Cookie's wide back and grabs her in a sleeper!
Adams: If she succeeds in putting Cookie to sleep, how is she going to get her out over the top?
Cookie struggles and tries to swing Rose off but Emma is stuck to the larger woman like glue. Cookie then reaches back and grabs Emma by the head and throws her off over her shoulder, Emma landing on the canvas with impact. Cookie then grabs her, hauling her to her feet. Cookie goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Emma hangs on and reverses it. As Cookie comes off the far side, Emma charges her and leaps, but it's like hitting a brick wall and Emma crash lands on the mat! Cookie then pulls her up and lifts her up into a foreman's carry and tries to push her over the ropes but Emma hangs on for dear life to stay in this thing!
Amanda slugged Liz, knocking her into Laura who responds in kind, knocking her with a forearm shot, back into Amanda's waiting arms! Amanda then held her in place with two handfuls of hair as Laura backed up the corner until she was perched on the middle turnbuckle. Suddenly Liz reached back and raked Amanda's eyes, blinding her! Liz then grabbed Cortez by the arm and Irish whipped her into her own partner, knocking Laura off of the corner and over the top to the outside!
Justin: Laura JACKSON HAS BEEN EELIMINATED!
Adams: I hate to admit but that was a slick move there by Liz!
Liz points out to Laura, laughing and taunting her! Liz then runs into the ropes and drives Amanda face-first into the mat with a two handed bulldog! Liz stands up and primps and poses for the jeering crowd, blowing them kisses and waving at them when she catches sight of someone arriving at ringside.
Adams: Who...? Oh hell!
Simone: It's Misty!
Misty arrives at ringside, smiling at Liz and applauding her.
Kittie goes for another strike on Brandi but the rough redneck gal kicks both feet up into Kittie's upper body and knocks her clear back to the mat! Kittie gets up, shaking her head, and Brandi charges right at her, leveling her with a running clothesline! Kittie gets right back up and Brandi repeats the procedure, clotheslining her a second time! Brandi leans onto the top rope and points towards her cheek, playing to the fans!
Not being able to get Emma out of the ring, Cookie sits her up onto the top of the near corner. Cookie pats Emma's cheek and the New Zealand native lashes out with both feet, knocking Cookie back several steps! Cookie then gets angry and comes back in after her and Emma immediately grabs her into a front facelock and jumps off the corner, planting her with a Tornado DDT! Emma then climbs back up to the middle turnbuckle and leaps off, landing atop of Cookie with a senton splash!
Liz Smalls looks confused as Misty continues to congratulate her on her display against the Tattooed Goddesses, tapping her temple, then pointing again at Liz and applauding once again. Liz shakes her head in disbelief, then starts to smile as Misty steps up to ringside and offers her hand.
Simone: I can not believe what we are seeing!
Hesitant at first, Liz finally relents and extends her own hand toward Misty, but the moment they clasp hands, Misty latches on and starts too pull!
Adams: I knew it couldn't be true!
Liz screeches for help as she pulls back in a tug of war but Misty pulls with all her might, and Amanda Cortez is back up and she comes up to lend a hand -- to Misty that is! Cortez grabs Liz by the legs and dumps her over the ropes and Misty pulls her the rest of the way to the floor!
Justin: LIZ SMALLS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Adams: Does that count!?
Simone: Her feet touched the floor! It counts!
Liz screams at the referees but to no avail as she is ordered from ringside! Liz turns toward the smiling Misty as she backs up the aisle and she charges the former three-time champion and the two women collide into one another! They fall to the floor as security immediately is out there to intervene, dragging the two away from one another!
Simone: Oh I have a feeling Liz is not going to take this lightly!
Adams: I cringe to read Twitter after the show is over!
Amanda turns around and is immediately ganged up on by the Party Girls!
Simone: And now she doesn't have her own partner out there to help her!
Kittie circles the middle of the ring, eyeing Emma Rose who readies herself against this unpredictable Bombshell. The two lunge forward, locking up, collar and elbow! Emma grabs Kittie's arm and twists it, but Kittie grabs a handful of Emma's hair, jerking her down to the canvas. Emma then kips up back to a standing position and Kittie goes to send Emma into the near corner but Emma Rose reverses it and sends Kittie in instead! Emma then turns and opts for a different opponent, going after Amanda Cortez as well, and Cookie S'Mores backs off to let her have her fun. Cookie spots Kittie in the far corner and gets a running start and crushes Kittie with a running Avalanche!
Adams: Oh that poor pussy... cat!
Cookie backs up and signals to the fans for a second one! She then gets a running start to repeat the crushing maneuver, but Kittie sees it coming and jumps out of the way -- OVER THE TOP ROPE!
Adams: Did she just...!?
Simone: She did!
Kittie points at the winded Cookie and laughs, then gets a look on her face and realizes what she just did!
Simone: And now she 'gets' it!
Justin: KITTIE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Adams: And by herself!
Kittie is fuming, throwing a MAJOR tantrum, and she tries to get back inside of the ring but all four referees quickly head her off, preventing her from doing so! They form a blockade and Kittie turns and storms away, insisting that eliminating herself didn't count!
Simone: And we are down to four!
Amanda Cortez rushes up from behind Cookie and grabs two handfuls of her hair ... only to have Brandi do the same to her, grabbing her by the hair! Emma Rose looks out at the fans and shrugs in good humor, then grabs her drinking buddy Brandi in a side headlock and there is a four-way stumble around the ring! They collide against the corner and all four women lose their balance and tumble to the canvas!
Adams: Talk about a train wreck!
Brandi is up and she drags Cortez up along with her and she lands a forearm shot into Amanda's sternum, knocking her back into the ropes. Brandi looks out to thee crowd and pats her boobs once again, but as she turns around for another shot, Amanda ducks down and grabs her around both legs and dumps her out over the top!
Justin: BRANDI SHOTZE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Simone: Oh that's too bad! I was kind of rooting for Brandi.
Adams: But look! There's just three left!
The crowd cheers as the three remaining women stand tall in the ring, eyeing one another! Amanda shares a look with Emma and the two women go right after the larger Cookie S'Mores, throwing forearm shots into her head and body!
Simone: Smart tactics here by Rose and Cortez! True, Emma is close to Brandi and admires Cookie, but they need to get the bigger woman out of the match!
Amanda and Emma grabs Cookie by the arms and they both whip her into the ropes, but Cookie comes rebounding off the far side with arms extended and she clotheslines both Emma and Amanda down to the mat!
Adams: And that right there is why baby got back!
Simone: I will treat that statement with the disdain that it deserves.
Cookie pulls Emma up into a bear hug and brings her over with a belly to belly suplex!
Simone: All that weight behind that move!
Cookie then stands up and turns toward Amanda but Cortez is already up and she jumps onto Cookie and throws rapid fore shots into S'Mores's head! Cookie fends her off, throwing Amanda to the mat, but Amanda rolls right back to her feet and leaps on Cookie for a second assault!
Adams: Amanda Cortez is a hell cat!
Simone: We are seeing just why she reigned once as both a singles and tag champion here in SCW! Amanda Cortez is not intimidated by any woman!
Amanda grabs Cookie into a side headlock but Cookie grabs her in the same and both women try to get the other out over the ropes! Emma shakes the cobwebs loose and rises, seeing the situation! Emma hurries over and she grabs Cookie by her leg and manages to lift her high enough to cause her to topple out over the top, taking Amanda with her and the bell rings!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Adams: She did it!
Justin: Here is your winner of the Bombshell Alumni Battle Royal ... EMMA ROSE!
The crowd cheers as Amanda is fuming, slamming her palms down on the announcer's table as Cookie just stares into the ring! Emma parades around the ring, playing to the fans and pointing out to them! She then walks over to the side of the ring where Cookie is standing and waves to her, beckoning her to enter the ring and celebrate with her. Emma sits on the middle rope, holding it open for her -- but Cookie stares hard at her, and turns her back on Emma and leaves the ringside area, leaving Emma quite surprised.
Adams: Wow. I was not expecting Cookie to react that way.
Simone: I don't think Emma was ether, but the bottom line is Emma Rose is the winner.
We're backstage and we see Jon Dough grabbing a bottled water from a table in the hallway. Jon sees Steve Ramone walking by. Jon opens the bottle and takes a quick drink before stopping Steve.
Jon Dough: Hey Steve great match out there tonight with Connor. Wish I could had been in the ring with you guys.
Steve: Thanks Jon, R.O.A.R are tough but we held our own from start to finish.
Jon takes another drink from his bottled water
Jon Dough: You know Steve after seeing you and Connor in a tag match, I got to thinking. The SCW fans have seen Jon Dough and Connor Murphy team together, They seen Steve Ramone and Connor Murphy in a tag match but the SCW fans have yet to see Steve Ramone and Jon Dough team up for a match.
Jon takes his drink and dumps the bottle in a near by trash can.
Jon Dough: So Steve I guess what I'm getting at is how about we give them a Steve Ramone and Jon Dough in a tag team match?
Steve: You know what? That sounds good to me, when I started out in GWA I was taken under the wing of a good friend of mine called AP Freight and he helped me grow into the wrestler I am today, I'm confident that I can do the same with you, come on, let's chat away from prying eyes.
Steve leads Jon away as the scene fades.
While the crowd are waiting for the next match to begin, the lights go off and the Titantron shows the following words on the screen.
He who is cruel to animals becomes hard also in his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals. - Immanuel Kent
01/11/15
Adams: And it's time for the Grand Finale of Climax Control 100! Woo hoo hoo
Simone: Indeed as it is time for the Superstar Alumni Battle Royal! We already saw Emma Rose emerge victorious for the Bombshells! Who will take it home for the men?
The referees resume their positions as the announcements commence!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Superstar Alumni Battle Royal!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: As with the Bombshells, the only way to be eliminated is by being thrown over the top rope and to the arena floor! Introducing first, from Dorchester, New Brunswick, Canada, weighing 220 pounds ... MAX BURKE!
The arena quiets down as the house lights drop out and a chilling blue light filters through the crowd. The soft opening guitars of Limp Bizkit's 'Behind Blue Eyes' begin to ring out as 'Pro Wrestling's Pedigree' and Max Burke steps out on to the stage with Ruby a few feet behind him. Standing clad in black tights with 'BURKE" written across the back and tall black shiny boots and knee pads, he raises his arms in the air with an angry look on his face. He wears his leather jacket with a hood covering his head. He lets out a small smile as the crowd boos and then he and Ruby start to slowly walk down the ramp as the lyrics kick in.
The crowd continues to boo as Max slowly walks past them. He turns to them and raises his hand in a threatening back hand manner and then chuckles to himself when a few of the fans jump back in fear. He walks up the steel steps and stops for a moment, staring straight up at the sky. He lifts his arm and points to the sky, his ode to his Uncle Ben, and then very quietly slips into the ring between the top and second rope.
He jumps up on the top rope and squats up there for a moment, before flipping the hood off of his head and posing. He jumps back down into the ring to a chorus of a few more boos and slips off his jacket, handing it over to Ruby. She clutches it close to her chest as she leaves the ring as Max leans up against the ropes and waits for the match to begin.
Justin: From London, England, weighing 220 pounds ... PRIMETIME MATTHEW KENNEDY!
The arena lights go dark as a British voice is heard saying "You Are About To Be Cancelled", soon afterwards the intro to "I Want It All" by Queen is heard and Matthew struts out as Freddie Mercury starts singing with Marty McFarge and the Skar Brothers by his side, as Matthew walks down to the ring he starts singing the chorus to the song until he reaches the ringside area where an attendant removes his jacket, once it's off Matthew hops onto the apron and looks out to the crowd with disdain before stepping through the ropes and waiting for his opponents.
Justin: Weighing 245 pounds ... Jamie STAGGS!
"We Want Fun" by Andrew W.K. plays across the sound system and Jamie runs out from the backstage area, slapping hands along the way as he runs around the ringside area, greeting the cheering fans before he rolls inside of the ring!
Justin: From Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing 370 pounds ... CASEY WILLIAMS!
The opening drums to Five Finger Death Punch's "I.M.Sin" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in. Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd. Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder.
Justin: From Atlanta, Georgia, weighing 250 pounds ... JORDAN P.S. WILLIAMS!
The camera pans around the crowd for a bit before focusing on the entrance and the aisle where the fans have flags and banners lined up that say Marauder-gun , Emerald Dragon , and Jordan Williams in Japanese characters, when "Subconscious" hits the PA System. The crowd erupts into cheers. The ever ominous Sasha walks out from behind the curtain first, standing with her hands on her hips as she glares at the crowd. Jordan emerges from behind Sasha and the fans reactions grow louder. Jordan throws up the double guns pose as Sasha begins walking down the aisle, with Jordan following behind her. Jordan has his arms up in the air, with his trademark smirk etched across his face. Sasha walks up the steps as Jordan climbs onto the apron. Jordan holds the ropes open for Sasha, but she just glares at him. Jordan shrugs his shoulders, then leaps over the top rope effortlessly. Jordan climbs onto the middle turnbuckle as Sasha climbs into the ring and stands next to Jordan with her arms folded, again glaring at the crowd. Jordan throws the double guns pose up again as the fans rock the arena with thunderous cheers.
Justin: From the Utrecht, the Netherlands, but now resides in New York, New York, weighing 239 pounds ... GOTH!
Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress. Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and he stares down his opponents.
Justin: From London, England, weighing 220 pounds ... BEN JORDAN!
The opening chords to Alter Bridge's "I Know It Hurts" starts to blast through the speakers and the lights in the arena drop down slightly. Flashing blue lights hit the entrance ramp as cheers emulate from the fans. Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp and looks around at the crowd. Ben nods his head to the sound of the music, looking around with an approving smile. Ben walks down the ramp, quickly sliding in the ring and looking around at the crowd, waiting for the match to start
Justin: From London, England, weighing 252 pounds ... ETHAN BRODY!
The End by Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, a spotlight shines upon the entrance as Ethan Brody steps out to a chorus of cheers, he shows little expression on his face as he walks down the aisle and leaps onto the ring apron. He steps through the ropes and walks over to the ropes to acknowledge the crowd by lifting his arms up. The music plays as the referee checks his books waist and knuckles for foreign objects before it fades away.
Adams: Does London breed SCW wrestlers like the Bunny Ranch or something?
Justin: From Bucharest, weighing 255 pounds ... ALEKSEI KOJI!
"Wonderlust King" will start to play all throughout the area. Spotlights will hit the ramp and for a long moment they will stay in that position waiting for Aleksei to make his entrance. He does not appear to be coming. The spot lights start to search the crowd and find that Aleksei is in the audience having a drink. He starts to move through the crowd towards the ring. As he is about to climb over the rail he hands his flask to a nearby fan and then climbs in.
Simone: This promises to be one of the grandest main events in the history of Sin City Wrestling!
Adams: It's fitting! No better way to celebrate the 100th episode!
The men stare one another down as the bell sounds!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
And the action ignites at the sound of the opening bell as the nine combatants immediately engage one another in a wild melee'! The Superstars of times past pair up as Primetime locks up with Ethan Brody! Ben Jordan goes toe to toe with Goth! Aleksei Koji trades blows with Max Burke! Jordan Williams and Jamie Staggs pair up, taking on the giant of he match, the H-U-G-E Casey Williams!
Simone: It is pandemonium already in this match!
Ben and Goth exchange blows to one another's heads and bodies until Goth bulls his body forward, driving Ben back against the near corner and he drives his shoulder repeatedly into Ben's sculpted abs, taking the wind out of him! Ben fights back, throwing hammering forearms down into Goth's back and he drags him back into the corner and hammers away at Goth's upper body with forearm blows!
Adams: This here is my dream match! I have always wanted to see these two go at it in a match!
Jordan and Jamie back Casey into a corner and Jamie throws shots at the giant's head as Jordan grabs him leg to try and lift him out over the top. Jamie then opts to lend a hand and he too tries to lift Casey over but the mountain of a man holds on and he fights back, clobbering Jamie with a shot to the back, knocking him away. Casey then grabs Jordan and headbutts him right between the eyes, sending him crashing back to the mat.
Simone: It is going to take a Herculean effort to be able to get that man out of the ring!
The slugfest between Ethan and Primetime is drawing intense reactions from the fans as the two roll around on the mat, trading blows with neither man able to gain the advantage! Primetime ends up on top and straddles Brody's sternum and throws a fist after fist into his exposed face, but Ethan kicks him off and dives atop of him, raining blows down at him in return! Ethan drags Primetime to his feet and flings him hard into the corner and mounts thee corner, and he begins throwing lefts into his head as the fans count along!
Crowd: One! Two! Three! Four! Five!...
But Primetime wraps his arms around Ethan's legs and dumps him over to the floor!
Justin: ETHAN BRODY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Simone: Ethan put himself in a bad position there against Kennedy but Primetime was cagey enough to take advantage of it.
Primetime shakes his head to clear it from the shots he took but is right there for Jamie Staggs to run right into him with a standing cannonball in the corner!
Aleksei Koji pins Max Burke against the ropes and headbutts him first, then lays a forearm into the side of his head. Max staggers aside from the ropes and Aleksei grabs him from behind in a rear waist lock but Max blocks whatever attempt he is making by hooking his foot back around Koji's ankle. Max then delivers a shot to Aleksei's head with the back of his own, breaking the attempt. Max quickly pivots behind him, grabs him in the rear waist lock and brings him over onto the back of his head with a release German suplex! Aleksei staggers to his feet and falls back against he ropes and Max barrels right into him with a running clothesline, knocking him backwards over the top!
Justin: ALEKSEI KOJI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Goth lifts Ben up off of his feet and falls back, dropping Ben's throat across the top rope! Ben rolls around on the mat, clutching his throat and gagging, and Goth presses a boot into his throat, worsening the situation!
Adams: Goth is without mercy here!
Simone: Especially with nobody to stop him!
Goth lays in the boots to Ben's body and backs up a step, sneering at his downed opponent. Goth then moved forward again toward him and went for another stomp, but that left him unbalanced and ben kicked both feet up into his midsection and heaved him over the top!
Justin: GOTH HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Simone: That took some serious leg strength on the part of Ben Jordan to eliminate Goth like that!
Adams: I understand he got lots of exercise running from Jamie Dean when he was still around.
Jamie Staggs grabs Primetime in a front facelock and brings him out of the corner with a snap suplex! Jamie then uses the ropes as a catapult to launch himself down across Kennedy's body with a senton splash! Jamie drags him to his feet and brings him over toward the corner and tries to lift him out but Primetime holds on tight!
Casey Williams has Jordan backed into the corner and goes for an overhand chop but Jordan ducks aside and Casey falls against the corner himself. He turns around and Jordan starts peppering him with rapid fire right hands!
Simone: Never let it be said that Jordan Williams was intimidated by the size of another man!
Adams: Would you care at all to rephrase that?
Primetime fends Jamie Staggs off, delivering a series of hard elbows back into the youngster's face, knocking him back and saving himself from elimination. As Ben lends a helping hand with Jordan against Casey, Primetime comes up from behind and snakes an arm around Ben Jordan's throat from behind, dragging him away.
Adams: You'd THINK they'd want to all team up against Casey!
Simone: I imagine the heat of the moment isn't making for viable ring strategies.
Casey grabs Jordan and headbutts him a second time, knocking him back against the ropes, and from out of nowhere, Jamie Staggs comes flying into Jordan with a suicide dive, wiping Jordan out over the top rope, and Jamie along with him, but Staggs holds on and rolls back inside as Jordan Williams hits the floor!
Justin: JORDAN WILLIAMS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Simone: I am surprised! I have to consider that something of an upset!
Adams: Yeah! Jordan Williams was one of my favorites to possibly win this one!
No sooner does Jamie roll back inside than the 370 plus pounder, Case Williams, steps onto the much lighter man's stomach and just stands there, tormenting the trapped grappler! Jamie kicks his legs to no avail when Max Burke comes up and swings a hard fist around into Casey's stomach, then his jaw! Max grabbed Casey by the legs and started to lift him as Casey suddenly found himself in trouble and started to hang onto the top rope with one arm and throwing shots back towards Burke who was just out of arms reach! Jamie managed to get out from beneath the immense weight and, although hurt, he too grabbed one of Casey's legs!
Adams: The giant is in a bad way!
For the moment, Ben and Primetime stop their fight and see the possibility and they rush over and each grab Casey's legs!
Adams: It's four on one!
And the four manage to push Casey over the ropes and the 'Freight Train of Pain' topples to the ringside floor!
Simone: And it paid off!
Justin: CASEY WILLIAMS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Adams: And we're down to the final four! Just like that!
Primetime looks to Max Burke who nods and the two immediately charge Jamie and Ben, but Jamie jumps and connects with a dropkick on Max as Ben jumps and pounces on top of Primetime with a Thesz press, continuing their fight from earlier! Ben drags Matthew Kennedy up to his feet and sends him back into a corner, as Jamie grabs Max and reels him back into the corner opposing Ben and Primetime! Ben and Jamie look to the cheering fans who rally behind the two popular Superstars and they bring the opposition from out of the corners with a pair of Irish whips, but at the last split second, Primetime and Max reverse the whips and instead send Ben and Jamie crashing into one another!
The crowd boos as the pair of Primetime and Max Burke stand over the downed forms of Ben Jordan and Jamie Staggs, with Kennedy shouting out at the crowd. Max looks as if he's going to check on Jamie when Primetime spins him around and kicks him right between the legs!
Simone: Primetime hasn't changed one damn bit! Still with the foul tactics!
Max's face is a contorted mask of agony as he lurches over, clutching himself, and Primetime grabs him by the hair and trunks and sends him over the top rope!
Justin: MAX BURKE HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Adams: Three to go!
Max slowly stands up and glares into the ring as Primetime stands at the ropes, taunting him and pointing towards the back, telling him to get lost! Max starts shouting back at him as the officials try to direct Burke from the ringside area! Primetime stands on the bottom rope and leans out, calling out to Max when Jamie Staggs rises to his feet and comes up from behind, dropkicking Primetime in the small of the back, knocking him out over the top, much to Max Burke' amusement!
Justin: PRIMETIME MATTHEW KENNEDY HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!
Kennedy is up to his feet and he is seething! he tries to climb back in to go after Jamie but Max grabs him from behind and pulls him off of the ring apron! No sooner does he do that than a brawl erupts between the two on the outside and again, security has to run out to intervene!
Adams: I'm beginning to see why the bosses hired the extra security for tonight!
As the fight is taken to the back, inside of the ring, Jamie Staggs and Ben Jordan stare at one another, the final two! They take a step closer and tentatively extend their hands and clasp in a show of good sportsmanship.
Simone: And we are this close to getting our Superstar victor!
The two stare each other down and suddenly jump toward each other, locking up! Ben Jordan proves the stronger of the two, bulling Jamie back into the far corner! Ben goes for an Irish whip into the neutral side but Jamie reverses it and sends Ben in! Jamie then jumps in for a monkey flip but Ben catches him and deposits him on the top turnbuckle. Ben then goes after him but Jamie quickly counters, scissoring his head and he takes him down to the mat with a swinging headscissors! Ben gets to his hands and knees and the speedster Jamie races off of the ropes and jumps, grabbing him by the neck and performing a barrel roll neckbreaker!
Simone: Jamie Staggs's speed is coming into a great deal of use for him against Ben's technical expertise.
Jamie pulls Ben up and sends him into the near corner and goes for a Stinger splash but Ben ducks aside and Jamie hits hard, driving the air right out of himself! Jamie sinks back into thee ring, clutching his stomach and Ben kicks him in the sore area, doubling him over! Ben then hooks him up in position for a possible powerbomb, but Jamie quickly starts fighting back, holding on with one hand and throwing rights into ben's head with the other! The shots send Ben off balance and he staggers over toward the ropes, and Jamie attempts to bring him over with a Hurricanruna, but Ben holds onto the top rope! Jamie flips backwards and lands on the ring apron! Ben goes for a forearm but Jamie blocks it and knocks him back with a forearm of his own! Jamie then grabs the top rope to catapult himself back inside when ben leaves his feet and dropkicks him, knocking him out of the air and down to the floor! The crowd cheers as the bell rings!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Jamie STAGGS HAS BEEN ELIMINATED! Here is your winner of the Superstar Battle Royal ... BEN JORDAN!
The fans cheer as Ben raises his arms in victory, and then climbs through the ropes and drops to the outside of the ring. Ben walks over to where the young Jamie is slowly getting back up and Ben grabs his arm and raises it much to the delight and appreciation of the fans!
Simone: What a display of sportsmanship!
Adams: That's the kind of bloke Ben Jordan is!
Simone: Thank you for joining us for our one hundredth show, we'll see you next week
The fans cheer as Jamie hugs Ben and raises his arm once again!
THANK YOU! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Court, Sam, Dustin, The Lord MK, Simon Jones, Caleb Houston, Necra, Marge, Andy, Roxi, Blaque Hart, Mystery seg guy, Vixen, Matheson, Frost, Mercedes, Jenny, Wong. Also to everyone who returned for this show and to Vixen for the great match banners. Thank you everyone for getting us to 100 shows!