Justin Decent: The following tag contest is scheduled for one fall??? Introducing first, from Queens, New York, standing at 6 feet, and weighing in at 200 pounds, he represents the New X-Tremes, he is??? STEEEEEEEEEEVE RAAAAAAAMOOOOOOOONE!!!

"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 Decent: Aaaaand his partner, from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, standing at 5 feet 10 inches, and weighing in at 185 pounds, lso representing the New X-Tremes, he is???CONNNNNNNORRRRRRRR MURRRRRRRRRPHYYYYYYY!!!

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. 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.

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 Decent: 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 stare across the ring at their opponents.

DING! DING! DING!

Steve and Sebastian stand in the middle of the ring, staring each other down, sending the fans into an uproar in this Battle of the fan favorites. Ramone stops and looks around for a minute, taking a deep breath before both men tie up in a battle of power. The much smaller Ramone starts off strong, powering Sebastian toward the corner, but a knee to his stomach shifts the power back into Sebastian's favor. He wraps his arm around Ramone' neck, steadying him for a Snap Suplex, but Ramone jabs fierce fists into Sebastian's side, and they return to a tie up. Ramone butts the crown of his head directly between Sebastian's eyes and then he shifts a barrage of repeated, alternating knees into Sebastian, and getting him down to one knee. Ramone hits him with a hard right hook, and Sebastian comes back with a jab to the stomach. Ramone sucks it up and tosses Sebastian across the ring and as he comes back. Ramone plants a big boot to Sebastian's face, nearly taking his head off. He lets out a primal scream before stomping around the ring, much to the fans' dismay.

Simone: A strong offense built right off the bat from Steve Ramone.

Adams: That won't be enough to stop Sebastian Hardin from taking it right back to Ramone though. When Sebastian gets in the zone, he is nearly unstoppable.

He goes to pick Sebastian off of the mat, but Sebastian swings his leg up and kicks Ramone in the head, sending him stumbling backward. In an excellent display of showmanship, Sebastian flings Ramone toward the ropes, only this time, Ramone counters it, sending him the other way, until Sebastian reverses it yet again. As Ramone comes back, Sebastian goes for a rough hip toss, but Ramone smacks him across the back of the head. While Sebastian is stunned, Ramone reverses the momentum for a hip toss of his own. Sebastian stalls it by planting his feet firmly on the ground. From there, he hits a series of fast and furious jabs to Ramone's stomach and face. He stops and bounces off of the nearby ropes, only to have Ramone lift him up into a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam. This time, though, Sebastian wraps his legs around Ramone's neck, stalling it long enough to handstand. The monster, Sebastian, comes down quickly and tackles Steve into the corner, repeatedly hitting shoulderbutts before letting Steve fall. Sebastian stomps away at Ramone who is rolling around on the canvas. Jacob Summers comes over to break it up, causing Sebastian to get a grip, taking deep breaths. Sebastian takes a few steps back as Ramone slowly gets up to his hands and knees. Sebastian measures it up carefully and then charges forward, punting Ramone's chin like a football!

Adams: Did you see that? He bent it like Beckham there!

Simone: Sebastian has really turned it around here.

Sebastian picks Ramone up from the mat and flings him against the ropes. Ramone ducks a Clothesline attempt, and dives over for a tag to Connor. Connor gets in the ring, but Sebastian is quick to hit a high kick to the much smaller Connor's head. Sebastian whips Connor into the ropes, and he runs into the opposing ropes for a Clothesline, which Connor ducks, and catches Sebastian with a hard jab to the ribs. He is quick to land a hard elbow to Sebastian's back, then another to the back of his head, sending him crashing down to the mat. He goes for a Legdrop on Sebastian's back, but Sebastian rolls out of the way, and pulls himself to his feet. As Connor attempts to do the same, Sebastian grabs onto his hair, and begins laying in punches. The fans cheer as he connects with two, but on his third attempt, Connor grabs his fist. He swings his legs around and brings Sebastian down in a Triangle Choke Hold. He wrenches Sebastian's neck, causing him to gasp for breath. He fights to back out of it, but Sebastian has to steady a hold on him to let go. Sebastian leans forward, picking himself up as far as he can. This causes Connor to wrench even tighter. In a desperate attempt, Sebastian reaches as far under Connor as he can, cradling his dead weight, and he lifts him up into position for a Sitting Powerbomb, which comes crashing down, breaking the hold as both men lay there, stunned.

Adams: Both men are laid out, and Jeremiah is anxiously reaching out for the tag but...

Simone: Oh! Ramone remedied that situation right away by hitting a Superkick right from the apron!

Sebastian is the first one to his feet. He grabs onto Connor's head, falling down with a Neckbreaker. He picks Connor up from the mat, but Connor tosses Sebastian toward the turnbuckle, but Sebastian reverses it, sending Connor to the corner instead. As Sebastian follows, Connor catches himself and he leaps up and over Sebastian. Connor waits until Sebastian is turned back around, and he nails him with a backward Shoulderbutt. He turns around and as he charges forward, he pounds one knee into Sebastian's midsection, followed by the other knee. He climbs up over Sebastian, and initiates a count as the fans count it out for him.

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Sebastian jabs Connor in the most convenient of places, the groin. As Connor's face sours in pain, he shoves him forward in an attempt to get him off. Instead, Connor brings him down in a Monkey Flip, rolling over with it into a pin attempt.

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Sebastian kicks out and Connor stomps his foot in frustration. Connor picks up a prone Sebastian, and then he wraps his arms around Sebastian's waist for a German Suplex. The audience cheers as Connor plays up to them, taking a moment to nod with their cheers.

Simone: Connor is really getting the crowd going tonight, but one has to wonder... Is it possible that we could be seeing new blood in the tag title picture, despite losing to Power Play last week?

Adams: Steve and Connor have strategized by isolating Sebastian and knocking out every attempt to get Jeremiah into this match.

As soon as the cheers start, Sebastian slowly starts to pump his fists, starting at his side. He reaches up and begins doing it, and then he brings his elbow, crashing it hard against Connor's head. As Connor stumbles backward, Sebastian swings around the back and sets up for a Pumphandle Slam. The crowd goes crazy as Sebastian begins to shout out at them. He lifts Connor up into the air, only to have Connor wrap his legs around his neck for the second Triangle Choke of the match. He brings Sebastian down to the ground this time, really holding on hard. Sebastian starts to go limp and Jacob comes over to check on him. He lifts his arm, and lets it fall. He throws up one finger and shouts along with it. She does it again, pausing before dropping the limp arm again. He throws up two fingers and shouts "TWO!" He goes to grab onto Sebastian's arm again, but before he can even lift it, Sebastian clinches his fist, punching as hard as he can in a furious attempt to escape. Once he has the slightest chance, he tears loose from the hold, only to come crashing back into the Jacob, knocking her hard against the turnbuckle.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Adams: It's all part of the game, and Jacob proves that he's not as weak as officials of certain other promotions!

Jacob holds onto his stomach and scolds Sebastian. Sebastian mutters and apology under his breath as he stumbles over toward Jeremiah. Connor clubs him across the back, stopping him short. He grabs onto Sebastian's leg to drag him back to the center of the ring, but Sebastian leaps up, hitting an Enziguri. He rolls over and tags Jeremiah into the match. Jeremiah charges into the ring, but Ramone climbs into the ring, lifting the high flyer up into the air with a record setting Back Body Drop. He shouts "That's how it's done!" to Connor before exiting the ring, showing some friendly competition with his partner. Connor waves it off and picks up one arm and one leg of Jeremiah. He slings him up into the air and then drops him down hard against the mat. He slings him up and onto his shoulders, ready for a Death Valley Driver. but as he gets close to the ropes, Sebastian hits a hard high kick to Ramone's face, dropping him down with Jeremiah on top.

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Simone: Connor Murphy just tossed Jeremiah off of him as if he were light as a feather.

Adams: He certainly is not! Oh, and Jeremiah is scrambling to his feet, and it might be possible that we see Jeremiah's first move in the entire match!

Unfortunately, Steve Ramone quickly leaps over the top rope and strikes him down with a Clothesline to Jeremiah. He makes his way over to Sebastian, but Ramone tackles him through the ropes. Both men fight on the outside while Connor shrugs his shoulders. Connor picks Jeremiah off of the ground. He connects with a Snap Suplex, but isn't finished there. He comes back around with another Snap Suplex. He rises up, bringing Jeremiah with him, flinging him over with a Fisherman's Suplex, hooking the leg for the pin.

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KICKOUT!

Jeremiah rolls up, stumbling to his feet as Connor kips up. Connor turns around and Jeremiah jumps up onto his shoulders, looking for a Hurricanrana. Connor drops him down for a Powerbomb, and then tosses him up onto his shoulders. He looks around, gauging the reaction of the fans before landing with a second and third Powerbomb! He stands up, readying himself for the pin when Steve Ramone reaches in for a sneak tag. Connor argues with Steve, but Steve is in no mood to listen as he's a bit sore from last weeks match. He lays in several stomps, picking Jeremiah up from the mat afterwards. He sends Jeremiah into the ropes, and as he comes back, Ramone boots him in the gut. He leaps over, and as Jeremiah turns around, Steve hits the Fearless Shot. He rolls Jeremiah over for the pin.

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Adams: They did it!

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentlemen... Your winners... Connor Murphy and Steve Ramone??? N???X???T!!!

Simone: And just like that, last week's lost battle melts away...

Adams: It just takes one victory to start a???Wait a minute, what's this?

Before Steve's music can even begin to play, J2H, J.N. Ringo, and Giani Di Luca jump over the barricade. They slide into the ring and before R.O.A.R. can even react, Giani and J2H dispose of them over the ropes. Immediately the turn around just as Steve catches Giani with the Fearless Shot, sending him down to the mat. However, the numbers game is very apparent, even with Giani down, as J2H hits Solid Gold to Connor, sending him down to the mat. Ringo hits the Total Domination Clothesline to Steve Ramone while J2H helps Giani back to his feet. Giani stumbles a bit as Ringo picks Connor off of the mat. Giani groggily sets him up for the Jersey Turnpike, landing it with surprising force. Giani turns around and slowly picks Steve Ramone off of the mat as the bell rings again repeatedly. Giani lifts Ramone up into a Powerbomb Position. He swings Ramone down as Ringo latches on, adding a Neckbreaker to the Powerbomb. As Ramone collides with the mat, J2H leaps off of the top rope with a Frog Splash, and all three men pose over Ramone for a moment before all standing in the center of the ring. As both men lay knocked out on the mat, Ringo grabs the microphone from Justin Decent.

Ringo: My name is James Nathaniel Ringo and I am better than you.

Boos.

Ringo: We are better than you???.and we are better than the SCW Tag Team Championships.

More boos.

Ringo: We made it clear to Christian Underwood that his titles meant nothing when we walked away from his precious Roulette Championship. We made it clear that there was only one true "POWER" in SCW when we cast his title down to the ground.

Crowd: Ringo Sucks! Ringo Sucks! Ringo Sucks!

Ringo: I know that you are all too simple to understand this but we, the three of us, are here to help you. We are here to show to you that Christian Underwood's championships???his glory???all that he holds dear to him are nothing but a farce and mean absolutely nothing. You see, Christian Underwood once again tried to flex his muscle and even after we cast aside his Roulette title he tried to save face by claiming it was "VACANT" and he was going to hold a tournament to name a new "CHAMPION". And to go even further???to try and show that he his in fact a leader here, he schedule myself and Giani di Luca, the Reflection of Perfection, in tag team match against two useless newcomers to try and crown a new "CONTENDER" for his Tag Team Championship.

All three men laugh.

Ringo: But I want all of you, including Christian Underwood, to listen to us now. We will NOT be participation in a Tag Team Championship match because???well???your Tag titles are beneath us and meaningless. So keep that in mind Christian Underwood. Let's see how many more titles of yours you want us to prove worthless.

Ringo drops the mic and all three men hold their fists up in the air as "Power" by Kanye West plays.

Simone: That was just sickening... What is the point of something like that?

Adams: If I had to hazard a guess, I would say the point is to show dominance in the area of stables of SCW, and they've definitely stakes their claim tonight!

SCW BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP - FOUR CORNER MATCH
Metal and Punk Connection ?? vs the Fallen vs Jade Menandez-Arcador and Crystal Hilton vs the Freakettes

with Marshall and Vanessa. As Marshall's phone rings, he suddenly sees the number and makes up an excuse to walk away.

Marshall: "Sean, I really need to take this. Vanessa, can you come help me with something?"

This strikes Sean as weird, never before has Marshall needed help with a phone call. But if it gives him a moment of privacy to prepare for Equinox, then he would be all for it. Thus Sean waves him off.

Jackson: "Yeah, whatever. Take all the time you need."

As Marshall and Vanessa walk away, Sean happens to notice one of the ring crew coming up the hallway. Not being able to resist the urge, he calls the guy over.

Jackson: "Hey, I hear that the flooring around here is worse than that garbage dump in San Jose. So do me a favor, while I'm mopping the ring with that loser Equinox, make sure that none of the cracks get too big. I don't want???"

Ring guy: "Look man, I don't like you running down Equinox all the time. The man's got talent and he'll beat your ass tonight. Guaranteed."

Jackson: "Oh, another one of THOSE people. So since you like Equinox so much, why don't you wear a funny mask too in order to hide that ugly ass mug of yours. Better yet, why don't I just give you a free preview of the ass whipping that your so called hero will receive tonight?

Not wanting any trouble, the man simply walks away.

Ring guy: "Whatever dude."

Jackson: "Yeah, you had better get to stepping."

As the ring worker continues walking away, he let's one last comment slip to the Mental Rapist.

Ring guy: "I can't wait for Equinox to beat your ass tonight. You need to be brought down a peg or two.

Jackson: "Wait, what did you say?"

As Sean reacts, he runs up and catches the man from behind, spinning him around.

Jackson: "Hey, I'm talking to your bitch ass, BOY."

As Sean spins him around, the man takes a defensive posture which prompts Sean to rear back, getting ready to punch him. However, before he can throw the punch...

The ring guy gets wide eyed as Equinox comes leaping out of nowhere onto Sean Jackson taking them both to the floor. Equinox is like man possessed laying lefts and rights on Sean who's covering up.

Equinox gets up and slowly helps Sean up before throwing him into some backstage equipment. He proceeds to go after Sean but Sean gets a moment of breathing room and spears Equinox to the ground getting his hands all over Equinox. Trying to go for the mask of Equinox.

Equinox is trying to stop him but to no avail. The ring guy yells at Sean to stop, but Sean won't seem to listen.

Ring guy puffs up his chest and walks over to Sean, landing a good ole sucker punch right to the champions jaw.

In shock Sean holds his face.

Jackson: "Oh, you're going to regret that one."

Sean gets up slowly stalking the ring guy who is now terrified. Through all the distraction, Sean fails to see Equinox shaking off the cobwebs and slowly taking off his mask. He spots a folded chair and smiles before advancing towards the ring guy. Sensing the ring guy is in need of rescue, he stands right behind Sean before tapping him on the shoulder.

Jackson: "Coming back for more?"

Before Sean can finish his sentence, Equinox lets out a joker like cackle and hammers the folded chair between his gut doubling the champion over. Then one strike for good measure over the champions back.

Smiling Equinox checks on the ring guy as Security shows up, drawing a smile on his face.

Equinox: "Get this man some food and water, and maybe a little medical attention...from the ladies if you get what I am saying".

He looks at Sean and smiles "See you later tonight, champ".

As Equinox and the ring guy walks away, security continues to check on the fallen Sean Jackson. Within moments, Marshall and Vanessa come walking back into the picture, completely oblivious to the incident that had just taken place. However, being distracted by the phone call, Marshall doesn't realize what had happened, and notices Sean on the floor.

Marshall: "Damn it Sean, quit taking Equinox so lightly. Sleeping when you should be getting ready for your match is not my idea of getting ready for a tough opponent like him."

Marshall and Vanessa steps over him and continues towards the dressing room.

Marshall: "So stop playing games and let's get ready."

Slightly stirring, Sean tries to recover as best he can. However, he stumbles the two times he tries to stand, letting the wall catch his balance. Marshall looks back just in time to see Sean leaning on the wall.

Marshall: "Come on Sean, LET'S GO."

The scene shifts away with the camera focusing on a very, VERY upset Sean Jackson.

GRUDGE MATCH
Gabriel Asar vs Rage

Justin: The following contest is a single match, introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Synn.

The lights go out and a white strobe flashes as "Not Going Away" by Ozzy Osbourne plays. A figure appears in front of the white strobe which turns into a steady red light revealing Chris Shipman and Synn.

Justin: From West London, England, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, he is the Original Psycho, he is Chris Shipman!

He is carrying his trademark barbed wire noose in his hand as he slowly walks to the ring. He slithers under the bottom rope and taunts the crowd before taking a seat in the corner waiting for the match to start. The music fades and the lights come back on.

Justin: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by JT Midas.

"HAIL HYDRO!"

Justin: "Introducing a man from New Orleans, Louisiana... He stands five foot ten and weighs in tonight at two-hundred pounds... He is SCW's own air man he is... HYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYDROOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

He gives a big 'Up your's' to the crow before doing a standing front flip and making his slow decent toward the ringside area.

DING DING DING!

As the two lock up, the camera moves to the crowd.

Simone: What's he doing out here again?

The camera picks up on Blaque Hart Bruce Evans sitting in the crowd, as the fans gather around the Canadian superstar. He looks down at the ring, eyes focused on the match as Shipman cuts off Hydro with a knee to the gut.

Adams: Evans is a wrestling fan, it's no surprise he's watching.

Shipman takes Hydro by the head and charges him in to the corner, slamming him face first in to the top turnbuckle. Hydro bounces out and Shipman grabs him from behind, hooking his head up and dropping him down in a reverse DDT in to a backbreaker, slamming him across his knees. Shipman returns to his feet, still holding Hydro with a reverse chinlock and pulls him back to his feet, spinning him around and lifting him over with a snapmare. Hydro lands in a seated position and Shipman dropkicks him in the back of the head.

Simone: Shipman in full control here.

Shipman returns to his feet and pulls Hydro with him, running him in to the corner. Shipman slams his fist fast and sharply in to Hydro's head, stepping up on the second rope and nailing him hard and violently.

Adams: Shipman is going to town on Hydro.

Hydro locks his arms around Shipman's waist and steps out of the corner, holding the West London brawler in the air, and drops backwards, dropping Shipman face first in to the corner. Shipman bounces away and Hydro quickly pulls himself on to the middle rope, he jumps off and catches Shipman with a flying enziguri, catching the Original Psycho behind the head with a kick. Shipman drops to his knees and Hydro goes for the cover and Jasmine drops down to count.

Adams: Life in the old vicious Shipman yet.

JT yells from outside the ring about a slow count, as Hydro picks Shipman to his feet and pulls a hand back, chopping him across the chest and sending him stumbling away. Hydro charges at Shipman and jumps in the air, catching his head and planting him with a jumping tornado DDT and slamming Shipman in to the canvas. Hydro moves to the corner and pulls himself on the top rope and fist pumps the air.

Crowd: HAIL HYDRO!

Hydro dives off the top rope with Swanton bomb, but Shipman rolls out of the way!

Adams: Crash and burn.

Shipman rolls away from Hydro and gets back to his knees. He leans over Hydro, putting his elbow on Hydro's forehead and starts to slam precise shots towards his head. He stands up and pulls the youngster to his feet. He kicks Hydro in the gut, doubling him over and pulling his head between his leg. Shipman lifts Hydro and slams him hard in to the canvas with a powerbomb! Shipman moves around, going for the cover and hooking the leg. Jasmine drops down to count.

Simone: This goes to show how quickly things can change.

Shipman returns to his feet and leans back to the ropes. As Hydro returns to his, Shipman charges, connecting with a roaring elbow to the top of Hydro's head. Hydro lands against the ropes and Shipman runs towards him. Hydro ducks his head and lifts Shipman over the top rope, sending him on to the ring apron. Hydro turns around and Shipman grabs his head, dropping him down and catching his neck across the top rope! Shipman moves to the turnbuckle and starts to pull himself up to the top rope.

Adams: This is unfamiliar land for Shipman.

Shipman dives off with a huge splash, connecting perfectly on Hydro.

Simone: If you would have told me Shipman was gonna do that, at the start of the show, I would never have believed it!

Shipman stays on top, going for the cover and hooking the leg. Jasmine drops down to count.

Adams: I'm surprised Hydro has the energy to kick out of that.

Shipman pulls Hydro to his feet and whips him in to the corner. He lifts Hydro up and places him on the top rope.

Adams: Shipman could be looking for London Calling!

Before Shipman can climb the rope, Hydro jumps forward, spinning around on to Shipman's shoulder and falling backwards, nailing Shipman with a reverse hurricanruna and driving his head in to the mat! Hydro quickly goes for the cover. Jasmine drops down to count.

Simone: Hydro nearly took that one from nowhere!

Both men return to their feet and Hydro nails Shipman with a spinning heel kick,, catching him with a shot to the jaw, sending Shipman to the canvas. Shipman quickly gets up but Hydro jumps first, catching him with a single leg dropkick. Shipman falls backwards, but quickly sits up. Hydro charges at him and plants a knee to the face. Shipman lays flat on the canvas and Hydro points to the top rope. He climbs up and looks down at Shipman. Shipman quickly springs to his feet with a twisted smile on his face.

Simone: What the hell!?

Adams: He was playing dead!

Shipman bounces off the ropes, causing Hydro to fall and crotch himself on the top rope. Shipman moves towards the corner, climbing up and hooking him up in a suplex position. Shipman jumps off with a Jackhammer Suplex from the top rope!

Simone: London Calling!

Shipman hooks Hydro's leg and Jasmine drops down to count.

Justin: The winner of the match, Chris Shipman!

Adams: Shipman has beaten Hydro!

Simone: You can be up and coming all you want, but sometimes, experience gives a sharper edge!

We find our way backstage where Holly Wood is standing with a microphone in her hand, and her referee shirt still on. She isn't expecting anything interesting to happen, and has a bit of a bored look on her face, but one never knows when news will land in their lap! She suddenly feels a tap on her shoulder and she immediately turns around to see the youngest wrestler of the Staggs Family, and member of the ASW roster, "The Legacy" Tim Staggs. He is wearing an ASW t-shirt along with his wrestling tights. Holly looks a bit confused as she stares him up and down.

Holly: Oh, hello there Jailbait, er, I mean, Timmy. What??? what are you doing here?

Tim: I was actually wandering if???

Timmy trails off nervously as Holly looks to the camera with a look of shock on her face. She places a hand over her mouth as the camera hits a close up on her face. She slowly looks back over to Tim with a disappointed look on her face.

Holly: Sorry boo, but that's illegal in the state of Nevada??? Is this entrapment?

Tim: Wait, what? No, no, no, no??? no! Not that! I was actually wondering if you might be able to spare a moment of your time to let me say a few words to the SCW Universe?

Another disappointed look comes over Holly's face, but she quickly tries to hide it with a smile. She nods her head as she readies the microphone in her hand.

Holly: I guess I'll have to find someone else to help me cross "Ginger" off of my sexual bucket list???

Tim: What?

Holly: Hm? Oh yes, an interview! You asked for one of those, right?

Tim is hesitant for a moment, hanging on his initial answer as he cocks an eyebrow up at Holly.

Tim: Yyyyyyyyyyes????

Holly: Well then, I'm just the ladyboy you're lookin' for sugar. I'm standing by with Arizona State Wrestling's very own "The Legacy" Tim Staggs. Tim Staggs has made it through the opening round of the ASW Heavyweight Championship Tournament by taking out Jonathan Porter, and this week he takes on fellow newcomer, Owen James. Gawd, you gotta love the schoolboy look, don't you?

Tim blinks his eyes as he rubs the back of his head uncomfortably. He looks away from Holly who begins drifting off into a fantasy world. Holly catches on to his hesitation and then holds out a hand of reassurance.

Holly: Not real schoolboys, but the ones that are obviously 30, but dress like they're headed off to boarding school???? The short shorts?

Tim: I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about??? but, umm??? I'm sure you can have those thoughts about Owen James another time. I actually wanted to???

Holly: Right, right??? Your secret is safe with me???

Tim: Wait no! That's not what I was going to say, I promise! Look, I'm not good at these interview things yet, and I hope I don't seem rude in doing this???

Tim gently takes the microphone away from Holly holds it up to his mouth while looking directly at the camera.

Tim: First off, I want to wish Owen James good luck once again in our Semi-Finals match up this Thursday, live on Showdown. I know we're going to put on a great show. I told you that I would be at Climax Control, and well??? here I am. See, I had this whole speech thing planned in my head, but now that I'm looking at my reflection in the camera lens, feeling about two inches tall, I seem to have forgotten it.

Tim switches the microphone over to the opposite hand as he tries to reposition himself to show off his best side, finding his comfort zone within the camera's shot.

Tim: It's okay though. Everyone saw how my last match went, but I promise I've been working really hard with some of the best SCW talents of the past and present, and I think I'm ready for you, Owen. I'm not going to go down without a fight, but there will be more time to talk about that later. I wanted to encourage everyone of you SCW fans out there who are looking to discover the newest talents before they even hit SCW to tune in to Showdown, every Thursday night. ASW is where stars are born. Stars like Owen James, Carly Mitchell, Chris Mosh, and Kaysie Sherrell. Show some support and tune in, check us out. If Owen and I have our way, we won't disappoint!

Holly nods her head as she pulls out her phone, pulling up an image of Owen James to show the camera. However, she becomes fixated on it and quickly turns it back around as Tim rolls his eyes. He stares at Holly who is far too distracted to do anything.

Tim: So, I'm no expert at these interview things. I have no coined sign off phrase, and the interviewer seems a little??? strange for me, so I'm just going to set this thing down and???

Tim sets the microphone down on the ground and slowly and awkwardly backs up a few steps before turning around and scurrying off and out of the camera's view.

Simone: Spike Staggs' own son, Tim, with a few insightful words for us.

Adams: You heard the little bugger! Tune in to Arizona State Wrestling on Thursday nights, with the web viewing thingy. It's more than worth the cost!

Simone: Um, it's free, Jason.

Adams: Nuh uh! Despayre made me pay him to show me how to watch it a few days ago. It was worth every penny, though!

Simone: I think you got duped by Despayre. It's free, folks, I assure you! Tune in live, or catch the replay any time after 7pm EST Thursday!

The crowd boos as "Amazing" by Hi Fashion hits the speakers. The ring crew attaches the Mean Girls runway before dispersing. Within a few seconds, the curtains are pushed to the side, and Delia Darling comes out, dressed in a fluffy white fire jacket, opened up to show off a black fishnet body suit with black lace lingerie showing underneath, as well as knee high black leather boots. Her hair is pulled back into a tight pony tail, and the Bombshell Championship is on her shoulder. She pulls down her sunglasses to scan the audience before pushing them back up. She marches down the runway with authority as she comes to the ring apron. She waits for a second as Justin Decent walks over to the ropes, sitting on the middle rope so that Delia can enter the ring. She struts around the ring for a moment before graciously accepting a microphone from Justin Decent. She stops in the center of the ring, and looks around as the fans boo her.

Delia: As soon as you idiots close your insignificant mou's, z'en I can proceed. I am over z'e disrespect, and I will not tolerate it any longer. You waste my time, and I will waste yours??? SHUT UP!

Delia snarls as the audience roars in boos even louder. Delia taps her foot as she extends her hands, carefully tending to her nails with a file as she waits for them to calm down. Once they realize she means business, they slowly quiet down. Delia flashes a mischievous smile before bringing the microphone back to her lips.

Delia: S'ank you, s'ank you??? Now, as z'ose of you who pay attention to Twitter might know??? I have had a few??? words??? w'is former Bombshell Champion, Amanda Cortez???

Crowd: *POP!*

Delia: Obviously you imbeciles would cheer for her simply because she opposes me wi's her tickle fetish nonsense??? and her former glory??? Like it matters any, right?

Simone: Clearly it does, because she held that title for quite some time.

Delia: Most of you know z'at I do not indulge people and z'eir sick delusions, ever since I defeated Misty last mon's??? I have grown tired of Amanda Cortez, and I have invited her to z'e ring twice now. At Climax Control 100, she did not show as she said she would. Now, I have come out here, in front of you smelly, disgusting fans??? to invite her to z'e ring personally. If you have z'e lady balls, Amanda, please do co???

And then the song "Feuer frei" by Rammstein is played. Like usually when she comes to the ring, Amanda is dressed in her kick boxing outfit, with really skimpy shorts and fighting gloves. As the fans see her, they start to cheer at her and she blows kisses to bost sides. Tessa Flannigan comes out behind her, causing even bigger cheers. The both run down the runway and they climb into the ring. Amanda stays a bit away from Delia and winks at her in a provoking way and with her hands on her hips. Tessa brings a microphone over to her, as both women taunt Delia.

Amanda: So you wanted me in the ring, here I am ..

She laughs out and glares at Delia.

Amanda: So what now? Do you have to say something or shall I wipe the floor with you right now?

Delia scoffs, rolling her eyes as she looks to her belt. She steps a bit back so that she has some room to move for the case that someone attacks her. Again she laughs in her cheery way and points down to the floor.

Amanda: So down to your knees and kiss my toes ..

Delia: Obviously I am not going to do this??? Now, I played by your rules, and I came out here alone, yet you bring her..?

Delia points over to Tessa Flannigan standing near Amanda, helping to cheer her on. Delia flicks her ponytail out a bit in a showing of defiance.

Delia: I can understand being scared of me. I am going to be z'e best, most prettiest Bombshell Champion, like??? ever. It's okay, you can admit it. No one will hold it against you.

Amanda smiles now, and until now, she seems to be very relaxed. Tessa laughs and points at Delia, helping to pump Amanda back up.

Amanda: Well, I didn't trust you very much and so I thought a little backup would be cool, especially as it seems that you don't like Tessa too much. Haha, maybe I will even help her to get her revenge.

She pauses for a moment and tilts her head to the side.

Amanda: But first lemme correct you ...I would say that I'm the prettiest diva here.

Delia's lips curl into a smile as she lets out an audible chuckle away from the microphone. Amanda poses a bit and turns around and the fans begin to cheer again.

Amanda: So let them decide ...

Delia: No, I don't need z'ese idiots to tell me I'm beautiful. I do not need validation from a bunch of mindless freaks. Besides, even if I did, my best selling issues of Italian Vogue would do z'is for me, I assure...

Delia laughs, this time there is genuine emotion in it as she looks past Amanda, aiming her comment at Tessa also. Delia returns her glare back to Amanda as she stops laughing.

Delia: I don't let os'er people's opinions tell me what I should s'ink of myself. Z'at is why I am going to be z'e best Bombshell Champion z'is company has ever seen. I don't care what people say of me, because at z'e end of z'e day, I am Delia FUCKING Darling!

Again Amanda smiles, then she claps her hands.

Amanda: Good, that's the right spirit. But what now? Do you bow down to your Goddess or do I have to find a way to convince you?

Amanda laughs, but then she gets ready for fight. Delia drops her Bombshell Championship to the ground and charges at Amanda, hitting a Shoulderbutt that sends her to the ground. Delia straddles her, and in a show of defiance, begins tickling SCW's own "Tickle Cutie"! The crowd boos as Amanda begins giggling and pleading with Delia to stop. Delia refuses to relent as the two start having what appears to be fun for Amanda, but Delia shows her dominance. Tessa readies herself to interfere as Delia goes from tickling to slapping. Tessa digs her nails into Delia's hair, yanking her up and holding onto her arms, tucking them behind her back. The crowd now cheers.

Simone: Delia might have bitten off more than she's prepared to chew! Not only does she have to contend with a former Bombshell Champion, but she's got a pissed off Tessa Flannigan to deal with to!

Adams: And Amanda Cortez is back to her feet! She's got the crowd on her side, and she is definitely playing on it.

Delia struggles to break free, but Tessa has an iron clad lock on her. Amanda charges around the ring in a half circle, getting the crowd riled up before she reaches into her top, putting on a pair of diamond encrusted brass knuckles. She charges forward, ready to smash Delia in the face with them. However, Delia drops down to her knees at the last second, and Amanda collides with Tessa's face! She places her hands on the side of her face in shock as the crowd gasps. Delia takes a step back and laughs as Amanda helps Tessa back to her feet. She checks on Tessa before turning back to Delia. The two Bombshells come face to face, talking trash in a very heated manner.

Simone: These ladies are beyond trash talk, but I think they are trying to push each other over the edge tonight.

Adams: With Amanda Cortez officially signing a new contract with Sin City Wrestling, this could turn into a heated fff??? What!?

Amanda raises the fist with the brass knuckles, ready to hit Delia in the face when she suddenly turns around and nails Tessa in the face??? again! A sly smile crosses Amanda's face as her and Delia both share a laugh, pointing out to the audience as they rain down boos. Delia opens her arms and embraces Amanda tightly as they continue to laugh. Once they release the embrace, Amanda shrugs her shoulders as she looks down at Tessa. She reaches down and picks up a microphone from the ground as she stands over Tessa.

Amanda: You might not be able to sit with the Mean Girls any longer??? but I can! Sorry bout it???

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Simone: Does this mean what I think it means?

Adams: If you think it means that Amanda Cortez has joined Delia and the rest of the Mean Girls, then yes??? that's exactly what it means, Belinda!

"Amazing" by Hi Fashion plays over the speakers as Angelica, Mercedes Vargas, and Veronica Taylor make their way down the runway. They quickly climb inside of the ring as they each give Amanda a welcoming hug, making small talk with smiles spread across their faces. When they are finished with the warm welcome, the five ladies spread out in a straight line, holding their arms up in the air in a showing of solidarity as the crowd rains down boos on them. They shrug and smirk as they exit the ring, walking up the runway. As they reach the curtains, they all turn around and blow a kiss to the cameras before disappearing through the curtains and we fade elsewhere.

There's a video feed on the screen because Raab's not at the arena. He's seen training inside of his headquarters and he turns to the camera and begins to speak.

Lord Raab: "I'm sick and tired of wrestling one week and not wrestling another week. Why aren't I wrestling every week? Is it cause the useless owners don't like me? Is it because they don't want to see me wrestling every week? This treatment has gone on far enough and I'm being given more time off when I want to get in the ring and wrestle. Doesn't anyone understand I hate sitting at my headquarters, not fighting weekly?"

Raab gets his fist towards the camera and almost smashes it from inches away of smashing the camera.

Lord Raab: "Also, why aren't I and Blasted Monk fighting this week? He wants me just as much as I want him and nothing is being done about it. Are you taking the piss owners, not listening to us on wanting to fight against each other or isn't my challenge to Blasted Monk not important? I demand to either put me and Blasted in a match next week or on the Supershow because it's making me angry to wrestle a lot more hence why I've been violently hurting my opponents every time I wrestle because I'm not someone who enjoys sitting at home and not wrestle."

It's clear that Raab's the only guy who's gotten more time off than majority of the wrestlers in SCW.

Lord Raab: "I'm not putting up with this any more and I want to fight Blasted Monk because I want to hurt and violently destroy him with everything I got and he'll witness a path of destruction, suffering in lots of pain of brutality. Of course I'm gonna watch Blasted's match tonight, mainly to see how he does, but next week if I'm booked or not, I will be there to smash his face, letting out my anger and the thrill of wanting to fight here in SCW HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. See you piss heads later."

Raab takes deep breaths before he continues training as the camera and the screen fades to somewhere else in the arena.

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see the three competitors in one of tonight's Roulette Tournament matches, Blaque Hart, Drexel Matheson and the debuting Blasted Monk waiting beside the famous Roulette Wheel alongside Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Are you ready gentlemen?

The three men nod and Rocky spins the wheel, the wheel spins for a few minutes as the competitors look on eagerly and for a moment it looks like it'll stop on Fans bring the Weapons.

Simone: Oh no.

Adams: Not again!

Fortunately for the announcers it ends up skipping to the next stip which only causes confusion between the four men and the audience.

Simone: Black Friday Brawl?

Adams: But Black Friday was two weeks ago and it's not even Friday!

Rocky gets a message in her earpiece and nods.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: A Black Friday Brawl is basically a Falls Count Anywhere match set in a Wal-Mart, SCW was able to rent a Wal-Mart for the match and Drew will drive you there!

The ref for the match, Drew Patton, runs up to them and motions to the three men to follow him, they nod before leaving and the show cuts to commercial.

*commercial break*

Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control folks???..

Adams: Where the wrestlers are still better paid than any Wal-Mart employee!

Simone: Hush Jason! Speaking of Wal-Mart the next match in the Roulette Title Tournament will be a Triple Threat Black Friday Brawl Match which is a Falls Count Anywhere Match set in a Wal-Mart this is a first for SCW???.

Adams: And wrestling in general.

Simone: So let's take you to the ring??????and by ring I mean Wal-Mart!

The camera cuts to the inside of a local Wal-Mart where we see Drew, Blasted Monk, Blaque Hart and Drexel Matheson standing near the entrance of the shop alongside Justin and several wrestling fans.

Justin: The following Triple Threat Roulette Rules Match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Black Friday Brawl!

The crowds, both in the arena, Wal-Mart and at home, cheer as the wrestlers step forward.

Justin: Introducing first, making his SCW Debut, from FoShan, China weighing in at 165lbs, Blasted Monk!

Simone: I don't think Blasted Monk ever envisioned his debut for Sin City Wrestling taking place in a Wal-Mart.

Adams: With that Roulette Wheel anything can happen!

The crowd cheers the debuting wrestler who is looking around for a weapon he can use.

Justin: And his opponents! First, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada weighing in at 235lbs Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!

The crowd boos Blaque Hart but he seems disinterested in them merely settling for glaring at his two opponents, particularly Drexel.

Justin: And finally! From the far reaches of the Encephalon, weighing in at 244 pounds, he is the inhuman monstrum??? THIS??? IS??? MATH-E-SON!

Adams: How violent can the inside of a Wal-Mart be?

Simone: You've obviously never been to Wal-Mart on Black Friday!

Drew signals for the bell on instinct but remembers that they are away from the arena so he simply tells the three men to start the match, almost immediately Drexel and Evans start brawling with each other whilst Blasted Monk disappears down one of the aisles in search of a weapon apparently, a few minutes pass and it's unclear who has the advantage in the brawl between Evans and Matheson whilst Blasted Monk is nowhere to be seen.

Simone: You'd think this was a regular wrestling match.

Adams: Except it's in a Wal-Mart, wait, where's Monk?

Simone: There he is but what's he doing with that ladder?

Blasted Monk has grabbed one of the ladders the Wal-Mart employees use to reach the top of the shelf and is clearing some room off the top shelf by shoving off the (empty) boxes unbeknownst to Evans or Matheson, once he's cleared enough room however Blasted Monk's intentions become obvious as he climbs on top of the aisle, waits for Evans and Matheson to look up, and hits a suicide dive when they do look up.

Simone: Well that was unique.

Adams: How did he even fit on the shelf?

Monk quickly goes for a cover on Evans 1???.2???..and Evans kicks out, not to be deterred Monk jumps on Matheson looking for another cover 1???.2???.and Blaque Hart drags Monk off, picks him up and slams his head into a frozen food cabinet before going for his own cover on Matheson 1???..2???..and Matheson kicks out.

Simone: Three near falls within minutes of each other and this match has barely started.

Adams: At least Drew's earning his paycheck tonight.

Evans and Matheson pick up where they left off earlier by brawling with each other this time traveling down one of the aisles as they do to avoid another high flying sneak attack by Blasted Monk, eventually Evans is able to duck a wild right hand by Matheson and uses the opportunity to slam him into the nearest aisle knocking him down, before Evans can go for a cover however Monk hits him on the back of the head from behind with a packaged Rib-Eye steak.

Simone: Now I've seen everything being used as a weapon in wrestling, even a steak!

Adams: That's not just any steak, that's a Wal-Mart Premium USDA Steak! Did you know that only one in five steaks is good enough for USDA Standard?

Simone: Who are you, Graham Eliot from Master Chef?

Adams: I wish I was that good at cooking!

Seeing as the packaging isn't very hard or heavy Evans gives Monk a curious look instead of going over but Monk uses the opportunity to unleash some kicks to Evans's chest before following it up with a roundhouse kick that does send the Canadian down, Monk goes for a cover 1???.2???.and Matheson breaks it up with a baseball slide style drop kick.

Simone: I think Matheson just saved the match!

Adams: But where's he going now?

Matheson seems to be on the retreat rather than follow up on the attack apparently having another idea in mind, Evans and Monk quickly follow him but Matheson reaches his destination first namely the electronics' aisle where he grabs a TV and rams it into Blasted Monk's chest.

Simone: That couldn't have been fun!

Adams: Yeah! Usually Black Friday customers fight over TVs, not fight WITH TVs!

Matheson drops the damaged TV to the side and goes for a cover on Monk 1???.2???..but the TV is subsequently grabbed by Evans who uses it to break up the pin breaking the TV in the process, Evans goes for a cover on Matheson first 1???.2???.and Matheson still kicks out, Evans then follows it up by going for a cover on Monk 1???.2???.and Monk kicks out.

Simone: Looks like we're back where we started only it's Evans that's going for several covers in a row and not Monk.

Adams: Wait, where's Matheson going this time? He could've cost himself the match there!

Matheson sneaks away whilst Monk and Evans brawl back into the aisles Drexel sees this and quickly gets an idea before jogging down to the first aisles and starts pushing against it.

Matheson: Clean up in all aisles!

Simone: He isn't???..

Adams: I'd hate to be the one to show the bill for damages to the bosses if he is!

After a few seconds Drexel's plan comes to fruition as he topples over the first aisles leading to a domino effect that causes the rest of the aisles to topple over as well, by the time Monk and Evans see this it's too late for them to do anything as they are squashed beneath the rubble and the crowd cheers.

Simone: Oh my god!

Adams: Drew may as well call the match now! There's no way Evans or Monk are getting up from that!

Simone: I could've sworn those aisles were bolted down!

Matheson rushes over to the rubble where Monk and Evans where located and climbs on top of the rubble for a pin 1???.2???.3!!!!

Justin: Here's your winner Drexel Matheson!

Simone: Drexel advances to round two of the Roulette Title Tournament and I don't think we'll have that match again.

Adams: Not unless we have a Climax Control next year in a different city with a Roulette Rules match!

Matheson leaves the Wal-Mart victorious as Drew and the fans try to help Monk and Evans out of the rubble.

SCW ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP TOURNAMENT FINALS
TBA vs TBA

The Sin City Wrestling camera crew are standing inside the home of Wallace Jordan as he and his wife are sitting on the couch. His head is heavily bandaged while his arm is in a cast.

Adams: Looks like Watts finally had enough of Outlaw's trash talk.

Simone: Took him long enough.

Watts rubs his right hand along the bottom of his chin, smirking as he lifts the microphone in his left hand up to his lips, his music cuts out as Watts takes a few breaths, before finally speaking into the mic.

Andrew Watts: Man??? didn't you have enough last week? I mean come on dude, you are obviously no wrestler, you are out of shape, you're always drunk, and besides when you are halfway up your cowboy friend's butt, have you ever even been in a real wrestling ring? Lets be honest here??? when you threw that shot to my back last week, it felt like a fly landed on me??? and all it took was one little clothesline to literally turn your body inside out. You flipped like a gymnastics whore and now you are out here trying to tell me that you want to fight me? Not only in a regular match, but something with no rules? Did I clothesline all of the few brain cells out of your tiny brain last week or have you just always been this dumb?

Watts smirks, lowering the microphone as he shrugs a shoulder with a look of confidence, staring towards Clint who stands in the ring. Clint gives a small smirk as well before tilting his trucker's cap up off his eyes.

Clint Outlaw: Such a big talk from a guy who has to stand a few feet away. Let me give you a history lesson Andrew. Several years ago, Wallace and I controlled the independent tag team scene. He was the power while I was the speed. I could out wrestle you in a heartbeat but after I tore my bicep muscle, my career was never the same. Now last week, I admit I didn't use a lot of force behind that attack but let me tell you something. That clothesline didn't damage my brain cells. It knocked some sense back into me. It knocked my love for a good fight from it's slumber. Now, if you are done talking about how much of a pathetic jackass you are then maybe you can get the dick out of your mouth and answer my fucking challenge. You're right I'm not a wrestler any more but I will fight your ass till I can't fight anymore.

Clint pauses to take another swig while waiting to hear from Watts. Watts has a cocky smile on his face, he waits to make sure Clint is finished and then lifts his microphone back up to his lips as he replies to Clint.

Andrew Watts: Wow??? I don't know who sounds like the bigger idiot; you, with your slurred drunk sentences, that make absolutely no sense??? or that double d redneck whore wife of Wallace. I mean did she really think anyone gave a fuck about any of the shit she said about me earlier? The only thing anyone might have paid attention to were her tits that were about 70 percent popped out of her bra, probably the only thing worth paying attention to anyways. And you??? do you honestly think anyone has any interest in you? Hell, half of the fans went for their bathroom and snack breaks when they saw your dumb ass walk out here.

Watts smirks, shaking his head as he pauses for a second, and then continues.

Andrew Watts: Now I really don't give a shit who I face??? you and your entourage seem to have a handful of inbred idiots. I mean there is Wallace Jordan, Peggy Sue, Clint Outlaw??? who is going to come out here and get in my face next week? Percy Mercenary? Clint you talk about how you used to be so great, how you were such a great wrestler, and how a little torn bicep basically made you shit? Try coming back from the injury I went through, and being full speed again like I am now??? try BREAKING YOUR DAMN BACK like I did??? and coming back as if it never happened, and then talk about injuries to me. Clint I have no problem stepping into the ring with you, I have no problem beating you to a bloody pulp, and I definitely have no problem tearing your other damn bicep??? so yes Clint, I am more than glad to face you in a street fight, or any other type of match next week. You're on???

Watts nods his head as his voice begins to sound more and more determined and confident as he speaks. Watts lowers the microphone, staring forward into the ring at Clint Outlaw. Clint steps away from the ring ropes while the crowd is basically laughing at what Watts was saying. He returns to where he was standing while trying hard not to laugh.

Clint Outlaw: Are you really that stupid? Do you have any idea what you are asking? I was just looking forward to beating you shitless but since you called my sister a whore. I have decided to go into next week with the thought of ripping your fucking head clean off your shoulders. You keep saying that I'm in your face. Well let's see here, you are there and I am here. Unless I missed something, we are not face to face. There is a set of ring ropes cutting us off. So unless you want to continue being a dickless coward, then I suggest you walk your refucked ass up into this ring, get right in my face and prove just how much of a big shot you really are. Until then, you will be just like all those cowards who fell to The Fighting Rednecks. You will fall to the Law because I RUN THE LAW.

Clint steps out onto the ring apron while looking towards Watts with a burning fire in his eyes. Watts smirks as he stares back at the eager Clint Outlaw.

Andrew Watts: You're little quotes there are cute, did Mama Erma write them for you back on the farm? You can hold your little wet dreams there, I said I'll face you next week... not tonight, I'll give you another week before I ruin you... and honestly? I can't wait for next week little drunk buddy... I will make you regret the day you ever put your hands on the REJECT... oh, and I will show you who the real "Outlaw" is as well, Clint. Next Sunday Night you get to become roommates with your buddy Wallace, I'll be sure to beat you up so bad that you are laying on that couch next to Wallace, just as beat up as he is. Oh, and as for the big bimbo WHORE... I'm sure she is lonely with Wallace all bandaged up and stuff, actually I am sure she is lonely when he isn't beat up either. So go ahead and tell her if she is interested in a real man, I wouldn't mind rocking her world once or twice.

Watts drops his microphone to the ground, the thud echoing throughout the arena as he winks at Clint Outlaw. Watts turns his back, showing his back to Clint as a sign of disrespect before raising raising his right arm up into the air, fist bumping a couple of times and then walking into the back. Clint shakes his head as he stares towards the entrance way, wishing he could get his hands on Watts tonight and not in a week.

Simone: Wow, something big is brewing here??? I think that the whole Wallace entourage is out for Watts, he better watch out.

Adams: I hope Clint shuts this Andrew Watts up next week, what a disrespectful piece of shit this guy is.

The amorous and flamboyant official, Holly Wood, climbs into the ring, joining ring announcer Justin Decent for the next contest. 'Holly' slides up to the handsome announcer and cuddles up next to him as he makes the announcements.

Justin: The following contest is a Four Corner match, scheduled for one fall to a finish!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Introducing first, representing the Freakettes! From San Quentin, weighing 118 pounds ... Felony Fontana!

The lights dim throughout the arena as the opening bass of Alice Cooper's "School's Out" filters in through the PA system. Rainbow colored fireworks explode in front of the stage as the curtains are abruptly parted by the energetic blonde Felony Fontana, who bounces back and forth, bursting into short dance steps, smiling and seeming to enjoy herself. Arriving at ringside, the diminutive Felony jumps over the ring ropes and promptly climbs to the top rope extending her arms in acknowledgement of the crowd.

Justin: Next, representing the Fallen! From Austin, Texas, weighing 145 pounds ... Raynin!

The camera flashes around the crowd, as Lose Control by Evanessence plays over the PA, panning in and out, stopping just long enough to get glimpses of excited people in the crowd until it stops finally on the stage where Raynin stands, legs spread slightly, looking out over the audience with a confident smirk. She nods slowly, then raises her fist high in the air. She brings her fist down into a salute, then starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring. She jumps onto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle, and lifts her fist in the air. She brings her hand down and salutes the crowd before she hops down into the ring and goes to another turnbuckle climbs it and throws her fist in the air, then brings it down in a salute. She jumps down into the ring and leans back on the turnbuckle, waiting on her opponents.

Justin: From Detroit, Michigan, weighing 115 pounds ... Crystal Hilton!

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. 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 lastly, representing the Bombshell Tag Team Champions, the Metal and Punk Connection! From Juneau, Alaska, weighing 128 pounds ... Amy Marshall!

The arena goes suddenly dark, as a child's voice plays over the p.a, as her words also flash up on the screen in red.

She then continues down the ramp, as Amy ignores the mixed reaction she gets before climbing into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd before climbing back down and heads to the corner, where she takes off the mask and waits for the match to start.

Simone: This match will have a lot of implications, as in just a matter of a few weeks, all four of these women will once again be opposing each other, but this time with their tag team partners at their sides, with the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Championships on the line.

Adams: Boy will you check out the way Raynin is staring down Felony?

Simone: Small wonder why. Many blame the Freakettes for the Fallen's loss against Crystal Hilton and Jade Menandez-Arcador just a few weeks ago, earning Crystal and Jade the right to a title shot as well.

Holly finally lets Justin exit the ring, 'goosing' him as he steps through the ropes, then promptly calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Felony and Raynin are the first to begin the match, as Crystal and Amy are in the corners on the outside.

Simone: And I think a lot of fans have been waiting to see these two in the ring after what the Freakettes did to the Fallen recently.

Felony and Raynin go to lock up, but the larger Raynin suddenly tackles her body into Felony's own, driving her back into a neutral corner where she shoulder drives her midsection one, twice, three times!

Simone: Raynin certainly isn't waiting to dish out the punishment to Felony.

Adams: You'd think she'd be used to that with a wife like Rock Rose.

Raynin then lays in a heavy forearm to the much smaller Felony's sternum, ignoring Holly's orders to get out of the corner. Raynin grabs two handfuls of Felony's pigtails and snapmares her over the hard way, then lands a swift boot right between the shoulder blades.

Adams: Yeowtch.

Raynin grabs Felony and drags her up, twisting her right arm into a hammerlock and she powers her up off her feet, resulting in Ms. Fontana screaming in pain!

Simone: She could dislocate her shoulder with a hold like that!

Adams: One less challenger for the titles I guess.

Before risking a submission, Amy and Crystal are about to intervene but Raynin drops Felony to the mat, then drags her right back up again. Raynin sends her into the corner and charges in toward her, but Felony leapfrogs up and over Raynin, bringing her over with a sunset flip!

1.....
Raynin quickly kicks out!

When Raynin gets up, Felony knocks her down with a dropkick, and covers and hooks Raynin for the pin again!

1.....
2.....
Raynin kicks out!

Both women get to their feet, but before Felony can follow up, Raynin kicks her in the mid-section, scoops her up, and body slams her down on the mat! Raynin then goes for an elbow drop, but Felony rolls out of the way, and Raynin's elbow crashes down on the mat! Felony then puts Raynin into a cross armbreaker, but Raynin gets in the ropes and Holly makes Felony break the hold! Raynin then backs into the corner, and then Crystal tags herself in! Holly Wood orders Raynin to leave the ring, and she has to go in her corner, but she is mad! Crystal then locks up with Felony, and Crystal then backs Felony into the corner, and sends her flying across the ring with a monkey flip! Crystal follows up with a flying head scissors, bringing Crystal down to the mat! When Crystal charges Felony, the diminutive grapplerette catches her with a Frankensteiner, and she then stays on top of Hilton and covers and hooks both of her legs!

1.....
2.....
Crystal kicks out!

Adams: Felony was just a hair away from winning this one.

Simone: She won't be if she doesn't tag out and get a breather soon.

Felony picks Crystal up, and whips her into the ropes and hits her with a dropkick! But a half-second later, Crystal gets up and nails Felony with a dropkick of her own! Crystal then backs Felony into the corner and hits her with three knife edge chops to Felony's chest!

Crowd: Woooooo!

Crystal then attempts an Irish whip but Felony reverses it, but as Hilton hits the ropes, she jumps up onto the middle rope and springboards back, catching Fontana with a Tornado DDT!

Adams: Oh she PLANTED her!

Crystal then follows up by landing on Felony with a standing moonsault, covering her for the pin!

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But Raynin comes in to break up the pin attempt!

Angry by this, Crystal then exchanges words with Raynin as the Fallen member steps back outside, and Raynin insults her right back! Then Felony forces Raynin to confront Crystal by tagging her into the match! Raynin then comes back in the ring as Felony heads outside. As soon as Raynin sets foot inside, Crystal clotheslines her down to the mat twice, then she whips her into the ropes, and brings Raynin down with a Tilt-A-Whirl armdrag. Crystal then follows up with a standing enzugari and covers Raynin for the pin, but Amy comes in to break it up straight away.

Adams: Crystal didn't even have a chance at making the cover, really.

Crystal turns around and yells at Felony, Raynin takes advantage by nailing Crystal in the back with a powerful Yakuza kick, knocking her flat. Raynin Irish whips Crystal into the corner, and nails her with a flying knee to the face. Crystal staggers out and Raynin brings her over with a head and arm suplex. Raynin then springs off the ropes and lands on Crystal with a Lionsault, covering Crystal for the pin.

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Crystal kicks out!

Raynin picks her up and attempts to whip Crystal into the ropes, but Crystal reverses it, and connects with a high leg lariat to Raynin in the face full on! Crystal then snapmares Raynin over and races off of the ropes, sliding into her opponent with a baseball slide dropkick. Crystal brings the fans to their feet, signaling for an end, but Amy interrupts her attempt to finish the match by making a blind tag, and enters the ring herself.

Simone: Oh if looks could kill!

Crystal gives a menacing glare to Amy as she enters, but Amy prefers to direct her attention to Raynin, catching the rising Bombshell from behind with an inverted Overdrive! Amy races off of the ropes and hits a snap legdrop across the throat, then hops up, races off the ropes again and this time lands across Raynin's sternum with a cannonball senton! Amy stays where she is, laying back across the former champion's body and hooks both legs for the pin!

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Raynin gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Amy is really going to town on Raynin!

Adams: Try nothing! She's sending her there in a hand basket!

Amy pummels Raynin with several hard lefts and rights, she picks her up, Irish whips her into the ropes, catches her, driving her into the mat with a spine buster, jackknifing her in half for the cover!

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But Felony and Crystal both stomp Amy in the back to stop the pin attempt.

As Holly sends both women out, Amy picks Raynin up and snap suplexes her to the mat with authority. Amy goes to the outside, climbs up to the top rope, and dives down onto Raynin with a top rope guillotine leg drop!

Adams: Oh it is over!

She covers Raynin for the pin!

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3 - No! Raynin kicks out at the two!

Simone: All the credit in the world to Raynin for getting out of that one!

Adams: Yeah but her luck won't hold out if she doesn't get out of there soon!

Amy then brings Raynin up and sends her back down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Raynin escapes the assault by blind tagging Felony, and a furious Amy tries to go after Raynin, but she's stopped by Holly Wood. Felony and Amy then face off. The two women lock up and my backs the smaller woman against the ropes. Holly alls for a clean break but Felony grabs Amy by her mohawk and drags her around into the ropes and she starts unloading on her with repeated forearm shots. Felony then Irish whips her into the ropes but Amy comes off and knocks her down with a flying body press, and she covers her for the pin, but Raynin and Crystal come in to break up the pinfall at the one count. Then an infuriated Raynin and Crystal proceed to go at it!

Simone: Well we all knew it was only a matter of time with four of the top Bombshells inside of the ring!

Raynin goes after Amy, while Felony and Crystal fight each other, and then all four women fight one another, as the match quickly degenerates into a free-for-all. Felony and Amy, the legal women in the ring, resume their conflict while Raynin and Crystal are ushered back on the outside in their corners. Felony hits Amy with a chop, and Amy chops her back. Felony chops Amy again, and again, Amy chops Felony back. Felony then kicks her in the belly and whips Amy into the ropes, and Crystal blind tags back in, and then she and Felony go at it! Crystal then dives on top of Felony with a Thesz press and slams the back of her head into the mat via the hair! Crystal hops up and grabs her legs, setting her up for the Withering Glare when Raynin comes in and clips her leg out from under her! Raynin rushes back to her corner as Holly reprimands her, and an angry Crystal then grabs the ropes and flings Raynin into the ring the hard way!

Adams: Well she did want in!

Crystal and Raynin punch and knife edge chop each other back and forth inside, and eventually roll outside of the ring, while Amy and Felony fight outside the ring near the announcer's table.

Adams: Hey! How did we get involved in this! Do it to the Spanish announcers!

Simone: We don't have Spanish announcers!

Adams: Well why the hell not!? We're in ARIZONA for crying out loud!

Simone: That's next week you idiot!

Adams: Quick! Hit backspace!

Amy and Felony are now fighting near where Crystal and Raynin are brawling! Amy throws Felony against the barricade and turns her attack to Raynin. Felony and Crystal proceed to fight each other, Felony slamming Hilton's head into the ring apron and rolls her back inside of the ring! Amy is all over Raynin, slamming her face into the barricade, then the ring apron! Amy goes to send her into the ring steps but Raynin pulls off a reversal and sends Marshall against them herself! Raynin throws Amy in the ring and quickly follows, but Crystal grabs Raynin by the hair, kicks her in the stomach and races off the ropes, catching her across the back of the head with an axe kick! Crystal then covers Raynin for the pin.

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Amy stomps on Crystal at the two count!

Amy then whips Crystal into the ropes, but Felony comes in and interrupts with a superkick to Amy's jaw. Felony picks Raynin up and drives her neck back across her own shoulder with the layout neckbreaker! Raynin is flat on her back and Felony does a full body cover!

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Amy rushes in to break up the pin attempt by Felony!

Tired of the constant interruptions, Felony rises to confront Amy and is slapped in the face for her troubles. Holly quickly rushes to intercede, but the women ignore his orders and begin to brawl. Both with a double fistful of hair!

Crystal now gets involved, literally leaping up and over Holly Wood and taking Felony and Amy to the mat in a big pileup! As Holly does her/his best to break up Crystal and Amy, Felony jumps to her feet and goes back to work against Raynin. Felony sends her into the near corner but Raynin springs off the middle turnbuckle and jumps off in a back twist into the guillotine kick to Fontana!

Adams: Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Version 2.0!

Raynin makes the cover and hooks the leg! Amy quickly enters to break it up, as does Crystal Hilton! Raynin grabs Amy by the tights and whips her into Crystal Hilton, knocking both women to the mat in a pileup of arms and legs! Raynin once more covers Felony!

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3!

Simone: And Raynin and the Fallen go into the big tag title match with the momentum on their side!

The bell rings, signifying the end of the match!

Justin: The winner of the Four Corner match ... RAYNIN!

Raynin stands there, allowing Holly to raise her arm as a disgruntled Amy Marshall and Crystal Hilton stare her down while Felony slowly recovers...

We find our way backstage to see Bombshell Champion, Delia Darling, walking through the halls by herself. She has the Bombshell Championship placed over her shoulder as she is typing away at her phone. The crowd boos at the mere sight of her, but the boos soon turn to cheers when Delia nearly bumps into someone. She stops and looks up from her phone as she narrows her eyes, staring right at her opponent for the Main Event, Necra Octavian Kane, as well as Ex. Delia and Necra have an intense stare down as they remain silent for a moment. Their nostrils flare up as they continue on this path for nearly a minute before Delia finally rolls her eyes and scoffs.

Delia: Oh??? it is z'e Goddess of Dead Careers, Necra Octavian Kane??? How are you zis evening, darling?

Delia tries to pretend that she cares for whatever response comes her way, but she clearly doesn't as she extends her hand, preening at her nails as she waits for a response. Necra's eyes flash red before they shift back to their normal color. She stares at Delia, hating her with every fiber of her being after what she did to Sara it was hard not to throw a punch at her face.

Necra: Well if it isn't the bitch of the west. What do you want Delia? Considering we'll be standing in the middle of the ring soon enough. Or couldn't you wait to have your ass handed to you?

Delia chuckles as she fans out her fingers, admiring the Nails By Liz paint that adorns them. She lets out an exasperated sigh afterward as her eyes come back up to meet Necra's. She bops her head to one side, doing even more to show that she isn't intimidated in the least, though something in her eyes says otherwise.

Delia: Oh darling, don't flatter yourself. I bumped into you by mere coincidence??? You ratchets, and your need to read deeper into s'ings z'an necessary??? I see you brought cousin Lurch z'is time?

Necra looks back at Ex, and he just sighs.

Necra: How dare you... Ex is my boyfriend... At least I can get one... You have to pay for someone to spend time with you don't you? Mais l?? encore qui voudrait passer du temps avec une pute? (But then again who would want to spend time with a whore?)

Ex looks at Delia with a smirk from underneath the skull he wore. Necra folds her arms in front of her, as she leans against the wall.

Necra: What's wrong Delia? Don't know how to speak Fran??ais?

Delia: No, I just s'ink z'e accent is trendy and stylish??? I'm sorry z'at I have standards, to which you obviously???

Delia glares at Ex, looking him up and down in disgust before returning her gaze back to Necra, tilting her head to the side to rub in the salt to the wound.

Delia: ??? do not??? Oh, sorry bout it. Actually, I can't even pretend to be sorry about z'at one, so???

Necra's eyes flash red once again, and makes a flying leap at Delia. She puts her to the floor, and Ex grabs Necra pulling her off of Delia.

Ex: Necra! Necra! Let her go... You'll get your chance...

Necra: NO!!! I want her blood!

Delia laughs, enjoying having gotten under Necra's skin, and even more since Ex is pulling Necra off of her. She holds onto her stomach, wincing a bit as she gets up. Her hair is now a bit of a mess as she breathes heavily.

Delia: Z'at is right, darling??? Any time I want to get inside of your head, I will wi's ease. You and your disgusting, dirty, masic boyfriend might s'ink z'at you are all powerful, but z'e tru's is z'at you are just as easy to mentally dissect as everyone else around here. You're idiots, and no amount of s'eatrics can change z'at???

Delia winks at them both as she lets out a low-toned giggle.

Ex: I think that was a hit at me... Was it? Listen lady, if you want to throw down, I will... I'm not above hitting a woman.

Necra: Baby let me beat the shit out of her, and it'll be done and over with! Let me rip her apart!

Ex holds her back but his grip seems to loosen from around her arm. Necra flies at her again, putting her to the ground. Necra pounds Delia hard in the face, growling loudly, but is surprised when Delia rolls her over and does the same back to her. Necra reaches up and chokes Delia, as Delia slaps at her face to try to break this up. Necra uses her advantage to roll back on top of Delia, pressing down with all of her might. Delia gags before she reaches up and gouges Necra's eyes, causing her to let go. The two ladies begin rolling down the hallway as Ex watches on, ready to step in. However, he is cut off by security. Delia finds herself back on top of Necra as she slugs away at her, shouting in French. She doesn't have long to live this glory moment as security snatches her up around the waist, pulling her off of Necra. Before Necra can get to her feet, security stops her as well, backing her against the wall. This doesn't stop either lady from trying to get at the other as security puts distance between them. Ex picks Necra up and tosses her over his shoulder as she continues to try to get to Delia. Delia snarls and then lets out a laugh as security drags her down the hallway.

Delia: I'll see you in z'e ring, pute! (whore!)

Simone: Uhhh, wow! That certainly escalated quickly???

Adams: Yeah it did! These two can't wait to tear each other limb from limb, but I bet the bosses sent security out so that we can save it for the Main Event!

Simone: That, or they want to save the life of Delia's unborn child???

Zuri is seen walking through the corridor while trying to avoid people. Scott Oliver bumps into her while spilling some sweet tea on her.

Scott: I am so sorry Zuri.

She gives him a slight glare while he gulps.

Zuri: You are so lucky. If you weren't staff then I would enjoy ripping your head clean off.

Scott: Last week, your sister was attacked. Do you have an update on her?

Zuri: Does it look like I am my sister's keeper? Does it look like I care? Blanca knew how to fight but allowing herself to get attacked. Now that showed just how pathetic she really has become.

Scott: What has gotten into you?

Zuri: Nothing. Thanks to Mercedes, I have finally found my true calling and it is great.

Scott: You're true calling. What is your true calling?

Zuri: That is for me to know and for the entire roster to find out. Now if you don't mind, I need to take care of some things.

Zuri walks away as Scott is left little confused.

The scene opens up backstage midway through Climax Control 102, where we see Amy Marshall shortly after her match against Raynin, Crystal Hilton and Felony Fontanna, Amy was in a fairly good mood considering the match as well as having to speak with Holly Wood, Amy headed down the corridor to shower and change as she also wanted to talk with Jessie.

However, getting slightly distracted by TV and the match that was happening, Amy turned the corner and bumped into her former boyfriend ??? Gabriel Asar.

Amy: "Oh??? sorry??? Gabriel, What are you doing here?"

Amy said shocked in seeing him backstage.

Gabriel: "Sorry do I know you?"

He looks at Amy blankly before turning his back and starts to walk away.

Amy: "You sorry piece of shit???"

Amy says under her breath, as she spots a chair out of the corner of her eye. Grabbing the chair, she folds it up and grab the ends and in a matter of several steps, Amy manages to swing the chair, connecting with Gabe who stumbles forward and in that moment, Amy feels all the rage, anger and hate pour out of her. Swinging the chair again, this time Gabe falls to the ground, but before he could react, another two chair shots rains down on his back, as he screams out in pain and perhaps fear???

Gabriel: "Wait???

But before he could finish, Amy drops the chair and is instantly on Gabe flipping him onto his back, where she grabs his hair and stares at him before delivering a slap that stings her hand.

Amy: "Don't you dare ignore me, you pathetic excuse of a man."

Another slap connects with his face.

Amy: "How could you get over me??? how could you date someone else."

Balling her fist this time, she lands a fist to his head.

Amy: "How could you say I love you again so quickly? I hate her and I hate you."

Amy hits him again and again and again, unloading all her frustration, her hate, her anger, her pain, all the while tears streamed down her face and ignoring the pain in her own hand. Stopping, Amy looks down at the battered Gabriel, she then pull him up and plants a hard kiss on him before pushing him away and climbing off him.

Amy: "I hope you rot in that sad little relationship you have with HER."

Amy wipes the tears from her face, as she looks down at the fallen Gabe, not noticing the small crowd gathered around to watch the spectacle.

Amy: "Don't bother talking to me or even contacting me ever again."

Amy glares at Gabe and before she walks away, she uses one of her size 7 feet and stomps Gabe in his groin; Amy smiles at the sound of anguish that escapes his lips. She turns and leaves, as the crowd laugh and point, as a passing EMT comes to the commotion.

EMT: "What happened here?"

Amy: "He got beat by a girl."

The scene fades out with Amy heading down the corridor back to her locker room.

Justin: The following match is for one fall... coming to the ring first....

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

Justin: From St. Louis!!!! Weighing in at 235 Ibs....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

Justin: And his opponent... from Dallas Texas... weighing in at 220 pounds... he is the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion..... Seaaaaan Jaaacksoooon.

v/o: "Bakersfield, Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

The lights in the stadium shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.

A hush falls over the stadium as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the stadium. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...

"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"

As the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well known with this theme....

The Mental Rapist

Through the crimson mist, the fans can see two people making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena erupts into boos as the two people are quickly recognized as Sean Jackson and Vanessa. Jackson is motionless while Vanessa stands bladed, her curves showing up beautifully against the backdrop. Sean is completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.

"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."

His face remains stoic as only God knows what's floating around in that screwed up head of his, especially with the Vietnamese beauty at his side. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.

They begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of Vanessa's dark vietnamese skin and cast a pale reflection on Jackson. Vanessa wearing a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavege while Jackson is dressed in a black shirt with the HSI logo on the front. He is also wearing black trunks with red HSI lettering with gold trim.

As soon as they enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Vanessa, he then hops down off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.

Equinox and Sean Jackson stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring while the referee grabs a hold of the Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. The referee doesn't even get a chance to call for the bell before Sean like the early bird goes for the worm, striking Equinox in the face with a clubbing right hand, Equinox stumbles backwards and the fight begins. The referee quickly chucks the championship belt away and calls for the bell.

Ding, ding, ding.

Adams: Sean's not wasting any time Belinda.

Simone: Cheap shots are his speciality Jason, no doubt we will be seeing plenty of these tonight.

Equinox takes a few steps back making some distance between himself and Sean Jackson, before the two starts to circle one another in the ring. It doesn't take long for Sean to grow sick of the non contact so the champion lunges forward and grabs onto Equinox's hand in a lock up. Equinox is able to get the upper hand as he backs Sean Jackson up into the ropes but Sean doesn't give up he hold son Equinox tightly and the two go back and forth in taking control of the lock up. Once Sean's back in against the ropes he flips to putting Equinox's back on the ropes, once Equinox can feel his back on the ropes he spins it around putting Sean back on them. The referee stands back unsure of what he is witnessing but he quickly steps forwards and makes a count but the two men start to move around two whole sides of the ring going back and forth.

Simone: I don't think I have ever seen this before, like... ever.

Adams: I'm starting to get sea sick from watching it.

Simone: You would.

Sean Jackson gets the upper hand as he pins Equinox's back up against the rope he breaks her right hand free and shoves it in the face of his opponent, viciously raking the eyes without the referee's knowledge. The two competitors break apart and Sean takes a few steps back but he is screaming towards Equinox who can only clearly see out of one eye. As Sean is trying to get into his head Equinox fires back but shoving both of his hands into Sean's chest sending the champion backwards.

Adams: Booooo Yeah!!!

Simone: Do I even want to know where you pulled that one from?

The stunned look on Sean's face is priceless as he comes stumping back up towards Equinox, while pointing at the referee calling Equinox out for a cheap shot.

Adams: You're got to be kidding me?

Simone: Well that's a classic.

Both men come back together in the centre of the ring for a lock up once more, Equinox gets the upper hand with a side headlock but Sean pushes him away into the ropes. Equinox uses the ropes has an aid as he comes rebounding back into the scene dropping the champion down with a shoulder barge. Sean Jackson pops back up but Equinox just takes him back down with a side headlock takeover. Equinox keeps the move locked in pushing down on Sean's shoulders do the canvas forcing the referee to make a count.

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2...

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2...

Adams: Equinox is on fire here.

Simone: Two close calls in fewer than six seconds, Equinox is showing that he means business.

No! The shoulders rip up from the canvas quickly. Sean Jackson is screaming abuse towards Equinox while he tries to palm his face with his hand. Equinox just shake shim off so Sean Jackson starts to bend Equinox's body back using his thick legs Sean wraps them around Equinox's neck. Equinox's grip around Sean's neck breaks but Sean keeps the leg scissors choke hold deepen. Equinox uses all his strength to battle out of this one and he does so beautiful as both men have now made it back up to their feet. Sean Tries for a sneak stack but out of nowhere Equinox drops him with an inverted atomic drop followed but a split legged leg drop.

Adams: That's gotta hurt.

Simone: Equinox showing great speed here tonight, I don't think Sean was prepared for it.

Sean Jackson is sitting in the middle of the ring and Equinox sees this as an opportunity as he races off towards the ropes once more using them to gain speed the high flyer comes diving back in with a missile drop kick, flooring Sean Jackson to the canvas. Equinox hooks the leg looking for a win.

Simone: We could possibly have a new number one contender here after this.

Adams: Come on Equinox!

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2...

Simone: Like I said before her comes the dirty cheap shots Sean is known for.

Adams: Well he is the Mental Rapist, so he is just living up to his name.

Equinox is hunched over the ropes and Sean does what he does best, swinging Equinox around his backs him into the corner and starts clubbing on him with left and right hands. Equinox doubles over in the corner but that doesn't stop the Mental Rapist as he starts to use his forearms smashing them across the back of Equinox's neck and shoulders. Equinox drops down to his knees and crawls across the canvas out of harm's way but Sean just steps back and watches his fallen opponent hold on to the ropes. Sean runs towards Equinox and looks to go for a knee to the spin but he stops before impact, before out stretching his arms the champion screams out into the sea of wrestling fans.

Sean: Look at Equinox now, what's he doing? NOTHING!!! HE IS NOTHING!!!

Simone: What a complete display of un-sportsmanship here by the champion.

Adams: Poor Equinox!!

Sean finally grabs on to Equinox's hair and uses it to drag him up to his feet, before whipping him across the ring. Sean bends over looking for Equinox on the return but Equinox has it calculated and the opponent returns with a swift kick to the side of the champions face sending the crowd into frenzy.

Adams: Out of nowhere!!!

Simone: Equinox needs to keep applying the pressure if he wants to win here.

Sean doesn't go down he just rocks back on his heels stumbling towards the ropes so Equinox does what he does best by racing in the opponent uses his speed and his power with a clothesline dumping the champion over the top rope to the hard unforgiving floor below. Sean Jackson makes his way up to his feet on the outside and looks to come straight back into the ring but Equinox is already running towards him, coming in with a baseball slide Equinox prevents Sean from coming back in. However Sean's neck snaps back awkwardly on impact but the SCW fans couldn't careless as they start to chant Equinox's name.

Crowd: Equinox, Equinox, Equinox, Equinox!

Simone: The SCW fans love their Equinox

Adams: Only because of his umbrella.

The referee goes outside the ring to check up on Sean to see if he is still with us, before coming back into the ring to make the count.

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2...

Adams: Well Sean has packed his bags and wants to go home!

Simone: What a jerk you can't just walk out mid match!

Adams: The champion is very busy Belinda, he most likely has an interview to attend.

Equinox slides out from the ring under the bottom rope right in front of the escaping Sean Jackson, the champion just fobs him off looking to step around him but the opponent comes in with a set of fury punches.

Simone: Well his interview just got cancelled Jason!

Adams: I'll have to call Scott and let him know.

Sean drops the championship belt on to the floor and the two start to go back one for one on the outside of the ring. Equinox manages to grab on Sean's head and the opponent whips the champion back into the ring. Equinox makes his way up to the ring apron and looks to go for a slingshot move to make his grand entrance but Sean has it calculated and the champion jumps up and hits the opponent with a drop kick. Equinox falls from the canvas and smashes his jaw on the ring apron on his journey down to the outside.

Adams: What a counter!!

While Equinox is on the outside the referee checks up on him with Sean Jackson takes a moment to catch his breath on the inside of the ring. Sean watches as the referee makes the count and doesn't even looks concerned that he is going to win this way.

Simone: What a sick sounding thud that was.

Adams: How does Equinox not have a broken back, that noise was disgusting.

Sean doesn't care he just scoops the weird Equinox up and pushes him back into the ring.

Simone: Now the Champion wants to win this with a pin.

Adams: What an a-hole.

Sean slides back into the ring and makes the cover.

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2...

Simone: This guy is sick!

Adams: Equinox is getting ripped apart here.

Sean continues to stomp on Equinox before backing away looking at his damaged goods Sean smirks causing the crowd to break out a harsh boo. Sean almost sucks all the hate in before he circles Equinox kicking at every exposed part of his body before the Champion's mean streak kicks it up a notch as Sean comes crashing back in with a blatant choke in front of the referee who immediately starts a count. The count gets up to four before Sean back away, getting back up to his feet the champion sizes Equinox up once more before coming crashing in with a knee to the side of his face. Sean gets back up to his feet again only to come crashing back in with a splash, his fist Is balled up and he drives it straight into the side of Equinox's head.

Simone: Sean is just making a meal of Equinox now.

Sean hooks the leg and goes for the victory.

Adams: Equinox is alive!!!!!

Simone: This match has spent more time out of the six sided ring than in it.

Sean is down on the hard floor and Equinox looks towards the turnbuckle, Equinox shuffles over towards it but stops before he climbs it he steps over the middle rope and makes his way to the outside. Sean starts to get back up to his feet and Equinox leaps off the ring apron colliding with the champion with a splash. Sean's head smacks back into the barricade while Equinox is laid out.

Simone: Equinox is putting it all on the line here tonight, trying to show the bosses that he deserves this.

Adams: He is trying to kill himself I'm convinced.

The crowd starts a small holy shit chant as the replay of Sean's neck crushing on impact lights up the screen in the arena.

Simone: I never thought I would say this but we might need to get some help out here for Sean.

Adams: and for Equinox.

Crowd: Equinox, Equinox, Equinox, Equinox.

Equinox gets back up but he is short of breath and looks just as run down as Sean does. Equinox stumbles over towards the champion and scoops him up leading him back towards the ring apron before pushing him back side the ring. Equinox rolls him into the centre before making a pin fall.

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Adams: Just stay down Sean!

Simone: They are both going to feel this one tomorrow Jason!

Equinox gets back up and grabs onto Sean's head, before his slides his hands down to Sean's arm and whips him into the opposite corner. Equinox watches as Sean just collides with the turn buckle back first and just stays there Equinox rushes towards him and looks for a spear but Sean leaps out of the way at the last second saving himself however Equinox's shoulder collects the steel pole.

Adams: He damn near could have broken his shoulder there.

Simone: Equinox will do whatever he needs to do to win and that includes putting his body on the line, this time he just simply miss judged Sean.

Equinox slides down the post and Sean grabs onto Equinox's legs and pulls him into the centre of the ring for a pin.

Simone: Just end this already Sean!!!

Adams: Now it's just about proving a point Belinda!

Sean gets down on the canvas and uses his body like a grapevine as he wraps his arms and legs around Equinox's his arms are around Equinox's neck choking him out while his thick legs are around Equinox's waist assisting him in cutting off Equinox's air flow.

Five seconds pass and Equinox is still out.

Ten seconds pass and Equinox is still grounded.

Fifteen seconds pass and Equinox is fading.

Twenty seconds pass by and Equinox finally shows signs of life as he tries to drag Sean up to his feet.

Adams: Just submit Equinox we will still love you.

Equinox gets back up to his feet with Sean attacked to his body. Equinox tries to shake him off but Sean holds on for dear life, Equinox stumbles over towards the turnbuckle and smashes Sean's spine into it finally making the champion break his hold.

Adams: I'm jealous, Sean's piggyback skills are on par with some of the best I've ever seen in my life.

Simone: That's something to be proud of.

Adams: It really is Belinda!

Equinox walks away from Sean to collect his thought while the champion holds onto his back groaning in pain. Equinox turns around and grabs onto Sean's head dragging him up to his feet, Sean tries to lock up with Equinox but Equinox nails three swift elbows into his rib cage, Sean is bent over and Equinox runs off towards the ropes using them to his advantage he looks for a clothesline but Sean counters with a power slam. Sean hooks the leg.

Sean: You will NEVER BEAT ME!!!

Sean locks in a headlock crimping Equinox's neck back in an awkward angle.

Simone: This has to be over now.

Adams: Equinox has to tap.

Equinox's eyes are bugging out of his head from the pressure that Sean is applying, the referee is on the ground asking Equinox if he wants to give up but Equinox keeps screaming back no. The fans in the arena are cheering loudly for Equinox trying to get him back in the game.

Crowd: Equinox, Equinox, Equinox, Equinox.

Equinox gets back to his feet slowly as the fans start to clap giving him life. Sean keeps the headlock locked in but Equinox starts to shove his elbow into his midsection as the two make it back to their feet. Sean pushes Equinox away and the colourful Equinox stumbles towards ropes. Sean spins around and nails a punch into the back of Equinox's neck. Sean pushes Equinox into the ropes and grabs onto his arm before whipping him across the ring, Equinox counters tho and whips Sean across the ring before dropping the champion down with a clothesline. Equinox is down, Sean is down but the Sin City Wrestling fans are on their feet.

Adams: And now it's anyone game.

The referee starts to make the count.

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Simone: Where is this coming from?

Adams: look at Equinox go!

Equinox gets Sean back up his feet and he drags him over to the turnbuckle before he spears him in the midsection with his shoulder. Sean doubles over but Equinox doesn't let up he just whips Sean across his chest with a vicious chop. Equinox runs across the ring and climbs up the turnbuckle while Sean staggers into the centre of the ring and Equinox hits him with a rebound corkscrew senton. Sean's down and Equinox makes the cover.

Adams: Holy moley how close is that?

Sean is laid out still but Equinox is back up to his feet, dragging Sean up to his feet Equinox looks around the ring looking for answers. Sean tries to break free from the hold but Equinox kicks him in the midsection well attempts to as Sean catches his leg but Equinox reverse with a swinging kick. Sean is sent flying to the turnbuckle and Equinox rushes towards him with a splash, Sean drops to the canvas and Equinox rushes back towards him and baseball slides his feet into Sean's face.

Simone: And we're done here!

Adams: Pin him, pin him!!!!

Equinox drags Sean into the centre of the ring and hooks the leg.

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Adams: He's got it!!!!

Simone: Equinox is going to beat the champion!!!!

Sean counters it mid move with a sidewalk slam Equinox is down but Sean sits him up and the current Sin City Wrestling heavyweight champion stalks his victim. Sean runs towards the ropes and uses them for speed as he comes crashing back in with hard knee into the back of Equinox's head and neck. Equinox falls to the canvas.

Simone: NO, NO NOOO!!!

Adams: Game called due to darkness!!!!

Simone: Come on Equinox!!!

Sean smugly walks around Equinox and goes for the cover.

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Justin: Here is your winner... the current Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion... Seaaaaaaan Jaaacksssson!

Sean gets up to his feet and pushes Equinox out of the ring before Sean gets his belt back to celebrate with. Standing in the centre of the ring the SCW fans boo the champion while he makes his glorified celebrate in the ring. Jackson raises his title high as out of nowhere, someone attacks him from behind.

Simone: That's Gabriel! Gabriel Stevens just attacked the Champion!

Gabriel knocks the Champion down and begins to stomp on him. He picks him, scooping him into position and then drops him down on his head with a Running K Driver.

Adams: AVADA KEDAVRA!

Gabriel stands up and goes to pick up Jackson's title belt but before he can, someone runs in and begins to mercilessly attack him.

Crowd: MEGA POP!

Simone: Drake Green is here!

The two begin to trade blows before Drake grabs him throws into the ropes. As Gabriel comes back Drake plants a boot into his stomach, which bends him over forward. He underhooks his arms and then calls out to the crowd.

Drake: What time is it?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

He lifts him up and plants his head into the canvas with a high angle DDT.

Simone: SHOW'S OVER!

Drake picks up Sean's title belt and walks over to the corner. He steps up to the second rope and holds the championship belt up in the air, smacking the face plate.

Crowd: SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME! SHOWTIME!

Simone: This is getting out of hand, Jason.

Adams: Eventually the three of them are gonna have to settle things.

The scene opens up backstage once more, where we see Amy sitting alone in the changing room with an ice pack on her hand, as she watched the final few matches of the night, until there was a knock at the door.

Frowning, as she wasn???t expecting anyone, she stood up and answered the door, there stood a backstage technician holding a bit of paper.

Amy: Hi.

Technician: This is for you.

He hands the bit of paper to Amy and then leaves. A little perplexed at who would be sending messages, she opened the bit of paper and read the message.

Dear Amy???
I am holding an ice cream social party and would like you to come?
Despy.

Amy smiled, as she remembered the conversation she had with Despy about a party, shortly after the break up between Amy and Gabriel, but never actually thought it would happen. Dumping the ice pack and turning the TV off, Amy leaves the changing room and goes off to find Despy.

SCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP - TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
"The Mental Rapist" Sean Jackson ?? vs Drake Green vs Gabriel

After a bit of searching and questioning of certain Superstars affiliated with the Sins, Amy Marshall was directed to where is now walking backstage in the Icardo Center, nearing the door that led to the media room where certain interviews were to take place backstage during, and after the event. Lead reporter Ms Rocky Mountains is standing outside of the door, alongside her cameraman, with a disgruntled expression on her lovely face. Amy approaches the two...

Amy: Is Despy inside?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mm hm. For what it's worth. The little guy went in there with a bunch of stuff in grocery bags and kicked us out. Said he had need for the room.

Amy turns to look at the door with a quizzical smile on her lips and she shakes her head, that the little guy would have the chutzpah to actually kick a staff member out of her own 'office' as it were so he could use it for his own means. She then looks to Rocky who has her arms folded across her ample bosom, staring at the door.

Amy: Sorry about that. I'll see if I can try and get him out of there.

Rocky shakes her head.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Don't worry about it. I have to go try and find out a few details about next week's show from the bosses. Take your time.

With that, Rocky and her cameraman turn and head off down the hall and Amy rubs the back of her neck and walks up to the door, giving it a light rap with her already sore knuckles. After a few brief moments of waiting, she hears what seems to be a struggle behind the door and the following muffled behind the closed door...

Despayre: No, I'll get it! .... Because the party was my idea! ... It was not! ... Okay you thought it up but the goodies was my idea! ... Oh who eats bacon brownies anyway!? ... Fine. You eat them and I'll get the ....

That is cut off with a thump, making Amy lean back away from the door that was whacked by 'something'. A moment later and the door is opened a bit and she waits, then glances 'down' and spots that familiar teddy bear peeking out and 'up' at her.

Despayre: Is it her?

Angel is pulled back inside and the door opens wider for Amy to enter and the first thing she sees is Despayre flat on his backside, rubbing his nose and Angel at his side.

Amy: What happened to you?

Despayre: Angel. He insists as host that he gets to answer the door!

Despayre struggles up to his feet, picking the teddy bear up along with him and he smiles brightly, his innocence shining through like a beacon as he approaches Amy. True the two barely knew each other aside from the random exchange on twitter and passing by one another in the halls of whatever building they were working in for that particular show. Still, this young kid had a heart of gold and his actions here tonight was merely another testament to the fact.

Despayre: Did you win? You had a match, huh? You won, right?

Amy's smile fell just a hint and she shook her head.

Amy: No, Despy. I didn't. I tried and came close, though.

Despayre: Oh. Well! You're still champion!

Despayre then looks down at Angel and huffs.

Despayre: yes we all know you still have the Universal title! You remind us every chance you get!

Amy: Despy...

Despayre: Yo?

Amy: You mind if I ask why you did this?

Despayre blinks.

Despayre: Did what? What did I do? I didn't do it! I was at the movies that day, er, all day!

Amy: No.

Amy closes her eyes and shakes her head, altogether unused to the typical way that Despayre behaved, as how others closer to him thought of him as being his typical self. She opens her eyes again with a smile and motions behind him.

Amy: Not that... whatever it was that you didn't do. I mean, that.

Despayre turns around to look and jumps, seemingly surprised by what he sees set up where the interview station is, or was. Where there were two comfortable chairs that Pussy Willow would sit opposite of whatever Superstar or Bombshell she was conducting business with at the time, there was also a third chair, a stool actually, and a small, round coffee table between. It was decorated with Christmas garland and snow globes, and right smack in the center was a big bucket of ice cream, chocolate (of course!), glass dishes, bottles of chocolate syrup and a covered dish.

Despayre: Ohhhh that!

He spins back around and seemingly is bobbing up and down on his heels and toes.

Amy: Yes, that.

Despayre: What about it?

Amy: *sighs* I was wondering why you arranged this.

Despayre pauses for a moment, as if caught off guard by her question. He fidgets before finally answering in a timid voice.

Despayre: Because I said I was going to. ... Don't you like ice cream?

Amy: No, I do. It's just that, well let's face it. You and I really don't know each other.

Despayre: I know. But who says you have to know someone to do something nice for them?

He again looks down at Angel and shakes his head vigorously.

Despayre: Noooooo! This has nothing to do with scoring brownie points with Santa! He's much too smart to fall for that!

Despayre looks all around, then at Amy and gifts her with a conspiratorial wink. He then shrugs.

Despayre: It wasn't a nice thing what happened, and people should be nice. Especially when that jolly ol' elf is watching. This is the time of year to be happy! You seemed down so I thought Angel and I could cheer you up.

Amy: I'm surprised your little friend Melody isn't here.

Despayre: Oh she wanted to be. She even provided the sprinkles! But she's got a big match tonight and her friends Misty and Roxi thought it best she concentrate on that. It's up to me an' Angel to make you feel better about what ol' Gooberiel did.

Amy: Well, I appreciate that. But I'm feeling a little better. Giving him a fat lip just now didn't hurt, either.

Despayre blinks, his eyes growing wide as she shakes his head.

Despayre: Oh you shouldn't have done that! Boys aren't supposed to fight girls!

Amy: Well... where does it say anything about girls fighting boys?

Despayre: Uhh.....

Despayre again frowns, his tongue between his teeth as he thinks, then shakes his head, making that noise with his cheeks and looks at her wide eyed.

Despayre: I don't have an answer for that one! But c'mon! Before the brownies get warm and the ice cream gets cold .... or something like that!

Despayre hurries over to the little set up he (and Angel) have set up for Amy's benefit, leaving Ms. Marshall little choice but to follow. Despayre set Angel down in a place of honor, in one of the comfy chairs, then hurries around behind the other and waits for Amy to have a seat in it. She smiles, despite the confusing frown on her face. This kid seems capable of anything but can understand little about how he seems to 'tick'. As she sits, Despayre tries to push her chair in, but it's heavy enough on its own and his foot slips and ...

*WOMP*

... He falls flat on his face.

Despayre: Stop laughing Angel!

Despayre scrambles up and hurries around to the stool, his cheeks bright with a healthy pink of embarrassment, before he sits down too.

Amy: Are you okay?

Despayre nods sheepishly.

Despayre: Uh huh. Slipped on some chocolate sauce I spilled, sampling it. I had to test to make sure it was quality!

Amy nods.

Amy: I see. Not sitting in the comfy chair?

Despayre: No. Angel gets the other chair. We drew cards for it and he won ... again. Now...!

Despayre whips off the napkins from the plate, revealing a pile of chocolate bacon brownies drizzled with caramel. he pops the lid off the tub of ice cream and holds up a spoon with one hand, and one of the dishes with the other.

Despayre: Ladies first! Do you want chocolate, double chocolate, or one of my famous belly buster dishes of quadruple chocolate?

Amy smiles at the young man, knowing he is doing all his best to make someone that was practically a stranger feel better. She takes the empty dish and holds it out.

Amy: Tell you what. It's the holidays. I think I'll have that belly buster.

Despayre: You got it!

Despayre plunges the spoon into the ice cream with both hands as Amy reaches over to grab one of the brownies.

Despayre: Ice cream makes EVERYTHING allllllll better!

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Sin City Wrestling BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP! Iiiiintroducing first, the challenger, from the Isle of the Gods, standing at 5 feet 11 inches and weighing in at 127 pounds, she is the Goddess of the Dead??? NECRRRRRRA OCTAVVVVVVVVVIAN KANE!!!

The house lights go down, as a golden and black spotlights go over the crowd. "So Beautiful, So Evil" begins to play over the loud speaker. The tron comes to life with a bird's eye view of the great Pyramids on the Giza Strip, only to change to what appears to be the interior of a tomb where we see Necra with eyes closed and they open glowing a blue color, as the scene changes to shots from matches, and her title wins. Mist starts to roll from around the stage area, as Necra rises up from underneath with Ex at her side, and Sara following behind. Sara has her head lowered never raising her eyes to the crowd. Necra leads a black panther on a leash in front of her, and the Bombshell Roulette Title on her shoulder, as they head down the ramp way. Necra ignores the fans as they start down the ramp way. They reach the ring, and Necra kisses Ex, and hands the leash to Sara, as she bows. Ex helps her up onto the edge of the ring, and opens the ropes for her. She stands in the middle of the ring, ans she raises her hands, only to bring them down, as golden sparkles fall onto the crowd.

As the music fades out, "Amazing" by Hi Fashion begins playing. The ring crew carries out the signature Mean Girls runway, attaching it quickly to the ring apron. The crowd boos as the ring crew disperses. Seconds later, Delia steps through the curtains, wearing a long, flowing black dress with a matching, flowery black sun hat. Her hair is jet black now, and her lips are painted just as black. She strikes a pose, looking demur as she holds her hand next to her face before sliding it up into the air, a black rose corsage on her wrist. She pulls a fur scarf from around her shoulders to reveal the Bombshell Championship. Her lips part into a small smirk before she steps to the runway, walking down it with authority.

Justin Decent: and her opponent??? from the Paris, France, standing at 5 feet 9 inches and weighing in at 135 pounds, she represents the Mean Girls, and is your Bombshell Champion, she is??? DEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLIA DARRRRRRRRRLIIIIIIIING!!!

Delia makes it to the edge of the ring, stopping to stare right at Necra. The two glare at one another before Delia waves her back. The referee forces Necra back as Delia turns around, reaching to the bottom portion of her dress. She rips it off to reveal a corseted one piece, pin up girl style swimsuit, with a large place rose and bow on her ample backside. She takes the hat off and flings it to the ground, revealing tight rolls on the sides of her head. She turns around and enters the ring, ready to charge at Necra for surprise, but the referee stops her from doing so, backing her into her own corner. Both ladies glare at each other as the referee calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Delia and Necra are inside the ring as they circle each other. Delia and Necra lock up as Delia throws her down to the canvas by Necra's hair. Delia drops to her knees and continues to smash Necra's face into the canvas. The ref gives Delia a warning which she totally ignores. Delia pulls back Necra's head and begins biting her.

Simone: Delia is biting Necra.

Adams: This feud has gotten really bizarre between these two.

Delia looks down at Necra's unblocked face and starts raining down several closed fists. She goes to strike with one more fist when Necra grabs Delia by her hair. Delia lets out a scream as Necra yanks harder which causes a few strands to come out. Delia immediately tries to cover her head as Necra uses this time to regroup. Delia lets out a dangerous scream as Necra comes charging towards her. Delia side steps her as Necra smashes shoulder first into the second turnbuckle. Necra grabs a hold of her shoulder as Delia strikes with a front dropkick which sends Necra through the ring ropes. The force of the kick causes her to land on her other shoulder. Delia walks around the ring with her arms high in the air while the referee is beginning his count.

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Delia smiles at the camera on the opposite side of the ring while the crowd is booing like crazy. Necra works her way back up to her feet while the referee is still counting.

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Adams: Necra looks like she got shot out of a canon.

Delia isn't paying any attention as Necra slides back into the ring. Delia begins trash talking some random fan as Necra gets back to her feet. Delia backs away from the ring ropes while pointing at the one fan she was screaming at. Delia goes to turn around but she gets met with a spinning heel kick from Necra. Necra quickly bounces back up to her feet, bounces off the ring ropes and connects with a baseball slide which shoves Delia out to the arena floor. Delia's back smacks hard while Necra watches her rival writhe in pain.

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The referee begins counting again as Delia works her way back to one knee. Necra springs up to the top turnbuckle while waiting for Delia to get to her feet. Right as Delia finally reaches a vertical base, Necra leaps off the top turnbuckle and connects with a diving hurricanrana which sends Delia head first into the barricade. The referee scrunches up his face while the crowd gasps in shock. Necra grabs a camera cable and proceeds to wrap it around Delia's throat.

Simone: This Bombshell title match is getting vicious.

Adams: The referee is about to lose his patience.

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Simone: The referee is almost to ten.

Delia rolls into the ring and rolls back out causing the count to stop. The referee is continuing to tell them to get back inside the ring. Delia walks over to where Necra landed and tries to help her up. She manages to lift Necra off the arena floor as blood has started to flow down her face. The sight of her blood sends Necra into a frenzy as she drives a forearm into the ribcage of Delia. Delia lets go of Necra before having her face repeatedly smashed into the ring apron.

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Blood begins to trickle out of Delia's nose as Necra continues to drive Delia face first into the ring apron. Delia shrieks as she notices the blood coming out. She hauls back and slaps the taste out of Necra's mouth while shouting obscenities in French. Necra has had enough of this as she returns the favor, slapping Delia senseless! The crowd lets out a resounding "OOOOOH!" as Delia spins around in a complete circle!

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Simone: The champion doesn't care how far the count goes, because if she gets counted out, she still wins, but Necra better start caring!

Adams: This match seems like it is less about the title, and more about inflicting the most damage upon each other!

As Delia comes back around, Necra scoops her up onto her shoulders. She drives Delia into the announcers table, cracking it slightly, but not breaking it. She grabs a chair, but the referee shouts at her as he continues his count. "8" comes around, and Necra slides inside of the ring, wielding the chair as a warning as Delia stumbles off of the table and onto her feet. Necra watches as the referee tries to wrestle the chair away from Necra. With the distraction, Delia grabs a florescent light bulb from under the ring. She holds it up into the air for the fans to see, flaunting it before sliding inside of the ring. She winds it up, ready to crack Necra, but Necra comes charging at Delia with the chair! Both ladies swing their weapons, colliding it with each other's skulls! The referee shakes his head and then calls for the bell. Justin Decent catches sight of the referee's signal as he raises the microphone to his lips.

Justin Decent: This match has resulted in a Double Disqualification!!!

Simone: I can't believe that Necra threw away her chance at the Bombshell Championship like that.

Adams: Delia wanted to get inside of Necra's head, and it looks like she's done just that! She gets to walk away with her title, while Necra walks away empty handed.

Delia has a smirk on her face, but she is clearly seeing stars. She slowly rolls over onto her stomach as Necra wipes the broken glass from her face. She rolls over onto her hands and knees as Delia crawls over to the ropes, taking her Bombshell Championship. Necra grits her teeth as Delia clutches the belt closely. Necra charges over at Delia and hits a knee to the back of our Bombshell Champion's head. She grabs Delia's head and drapes it over the second rope. She presses her knee to the back of Delia's head, choking her as the fans cheer for this. The referee grabs onto Necra and pulls her off as the bell rings again. Necra shoves the referee away and goes back to her assault on Delia, choking the life out of her as she gasps for air. The referee pulls her off once more, this time with authority. Necra hauls off and punches him in the face as she turns around and lifts Delia up, planting her on the mat with the Mummification! The crowd approves as the bell sounds for a third time. Necra looks around, pleased with the destruction she's caused as she holds her arms up in celebration. "So Beautiful, So Evil" begins playing over the speakers as Necra looks around at the cheering fans, a sadistic smirk on her face.

Simone: Had Necra replaced the chair shot with a couple well places moves, she could have dethroned Delia and she could have had the Bombshell Championship raised above her head, instead of empty air.

Adams: We saw a match where neither lady tried for a pinfall or submission through the entire bout. Instead, they just tried to tear each other limb from limb. Necra has gotten the better of??? Wait, what's this?

Necra finally starts to retreat to the ropes for her exit. She steps one leg through when a wary Delia jumps up to her feet, clobbering Necra with the Bombshell Championship belt! Blood dripping from her nose and her forehead, she is on a rampage, assaulting the challenger with the belt. She tosses the belt to the ground and then looks around the ring in pure anger. She spots the chair and picks it up, wedging it between the top and second rope in the corner. She then walks back over to Necra, lifting her off of the mat. She sets her up for Le Bitch Bomb, but Necra punches her in the face, causing her to stumble. Delia turns the move into a Sitdown Powerbomb instead, but shows amazing strength as she lifts Necra back up, hitting her finisher against the chair as she originally intended to! The crowd boos as Delia wipes her nose clean. She looks down at Necra with disgust as she walks over to the Bombshell Championship belt. She picks it up and repeats what Necra had done, celebrating over her fallen foe as "Amazing" by Hi Fashion plays over the speakers.

Simone: And THAT is why you don't ever turn your back on a snake like Delia Darling. She is vicious, and calculated, and as much as I hate to admit it, that has taken her very far in this promotion as she holds the Bombshell Championship for three months to the date.

Adams: She has done very well for herself, and despite the Double Disqualification result for tonight's match, Delia clearly still holds the Championship. As much as we might want to deny her dominance sometimes, that doesn't make it any less??? of a??? Oh no???

Delia shows off for a bit too long, sticking around as the screen lights up. We can see Tessa Flannigan, flanked by the members of Daughters of Darkness, standing outside of the Mean Girls locker room, where they've wedged a broom handle in the door. The Mean Girls can be heard trying as hard as they can to get out of the room, but to no avail as the girls laugh. Back at ringside, Delia is stunned at the video. Her face turns slightly pale as she clutches her Bombshell Championship tightly in her hands. She takes a few deep breaths as Necra is right behind her. She holds off for a second before spinning around, brandishing the belt, but Necra ducks it. She rams her knee into Delia's stomach, shouting something about the baby to Delia. Delia shakes her head as Necra trips her up, sending her toppling through the ropes and to the floor outside! Necra immediately follows after her, picking Delia up and flinging her into the barricade. Delia hits her back hard, arching it as she writhes in pain. Necra flies at her with a Body Avalanche, but Delia ducks out of the way. Delia drops her belt, and both ladies go at it just as hard as the men when they exchange hard hitting punches to one another. Both scream out in battle as they continue knocking each other back a few paces. Finally, Delia blocks a punch from Necra, wrenching her arm before flinging her toward the ring steps. Necra reverses it and Delia crashes hard into the steps instead!

THUD!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Simone: I can't argue with them! This has turned into a very dangerous brawl, and I don't think either lady is willing to break this up.

Adams: I just wonder where security is right now. This is quite dangerous with the possibility of Delia??? expecting???

Necra looks for the Body Avalanche once more, but Delia ducks it once again. Necra catches herself this time, but doesn't have enough time to stop Delia from charging her with a Shoulderbutt, sandwiching her against the ring steps. Delia kicks Necra off of the steps and then she tugs at them, pulling them apart. She sets Necra over the bottom half while the adrenaline rush allows her to lift the upper half high into the air, but not without a loud growl. She holds it there for a second, and then drops it down on top of Necra with another louder???

THUD!

Delia lets the steps fall as she stands there, looking like a pure mess. Her chest heaves rapidly as she looks around, trying to catch her breath. She begins to laugh wickedly as a matching smile crosses her face. She points to herself and then shouts.

Delia: I'M DELIA FUCKING DARLING!!!

She looks down at a motionless Necra, nudging her with her foot before flipping her messy hair behind her. She steps down and picks up her Bombshell Championship, holding it high above her head. She points to the belt, and then to her face as the crimson pours from her nose. She turns around and looks right at Belinda and Jason as she shouts at them to call her the true winner.

Adams: And to-to-tonight's true winner??? is???

Simone: Don't you dare do it, Jason. Don't indulge her. She's nothing without her cheap moves, and???

*STATIC!*

Delia snags Belinda by her hair and yanks her from her seat as the headset falls to the ground. Belinda surprises Delia by shoving her back, but putting up with this. However, this only angers Delia as she shoves Belinda against the barricade, knocking her head in the process. She's out cold as Delia moves over toward her menacingly. Jason watches on in awe before finally getting up to plead with Delia.

Adams: Delia, don't do something you might regret???

Delia: SHUT UP!

Delia brushes past Jason, ready to pick Belinda up when Necra comes out of nowhere for the save! She picks Delia up in a High Angle Suplex.. right through the announcers table!

Crowd: FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap, clap, clap* FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap, clap, clap* FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap, clap, clap*

Adams: OH MY GOD! CHRIST! What just happened?!? I??? ummm??? we're out of time. See you next week for the Christmas edition of??? Can we get medical attention? Jason Adams, signing off!

The two ladies lie in the debris of the broken table, neither one moving a muscle. Jason waves toward the back as medics come pouring from backstage. The screen fades on the bloody carnage.

SCW BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP
Delia Darling ?? vs Necra Occtavian Kane

Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Dustin, Court, Andy, The Lord MK, Sam, Blaque Hart, Necra, Mystery seg guy, Amanda, Jenny, Fizz, Mercedes, Owen James. Also to Vixen for the great match banners and to everyone involved in SCW.