The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Prescott Valley Event Center in Prescott Valley, Arizona. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage, clad in the spirit of the season, bare chested with a Santa hat on his head, tight red velvet short-shorts with mistletoe on the belt buckle, and red leather boots. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.

Justin is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the Grand Ballroom at all of the fans filling the rows of seats around the ring and ballroom itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring where he brings the microphone up to his lips.

Justin: Hello everyone and MERRY CHRISTMAS!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: On behalf of Mark Ward, Christian Underwood and Erik Staggs, welcome to this very special Christmas edition of Climax Control!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd cheers as Amanda walks out, accompanied by a who's who of Sin City Wrestling personalities, each dressed in a choir robe and carrying with them the pages of a song's lyrics. The SCW stars line up, facing the crowd onhand, and Amanda stands before them as a conductor. The music begins to play and the performance kicks off!

Everyone: The first thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me
Is finding a Christmas tree

The second thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:

Angel: Rigging up the lights

Everyone: And finding a Christmas tree

The third thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me

Holly Wood: Hangovers

Angel:Rigging up the lights

Everyone: And finding a Christmas tree

The fourth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me

Surf Boys: Sending Christmas cards

Holly Wood: Hangovers

Angel: Rigging up the lights

Everyone: And finding a Christmas tree

The fifth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me
Five months of bills!

Surf Boys: Sending Christmas cards

Holly Wood: Hangovers

Angel: Rigging up the lights

Everyone: And finding a Christmas tree

The sixth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:

Pussy Willow: Facing my in-laws

Everyone: Five months of bills!

Surf Boys: Oh, I hate those Christmas cards!

Holly Wood: Hangovers

Angel: Rigging up these lights!

Everyone: And finding a Christmas tree

The seventh thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:

Christian Underwood:The Salvation Army

Pussy Willow: Facing my in-laws

Everyone: Five months of bills!

Surf Boys: Sending Christmas cards

Holly Wood: Oh, geez!

Angel: I'm tryin' to rig up these lights!

Everyone: And finding a Christmas tree

The eighth thing at Christmas that such a pain to me:

Melody Grace: I WANNA TRANSFORMER FOR CHRISTMAS!!!!

Christian Underwood: Charities, and whataya mean "YOUR in-laws"?!?

Everyone: Five months of bills!

Surf Boys: Oh, making out these cards

Holly Wood: Honey, get me a beer, huh?

Angel: What, we have no extension cords?!?

Everyone: And finding a Christmas tree

The ninth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me

Jamie Staggs: Finding parking spaces

Melody Grace: DADDY, I WANT SOME CANDY!!!!

Christian Underwood: Donations!

Pussy Willow: Facing my in-laws

Everyone: Five months of bills!

Surf Boys: Writing out those Christmas cards

Holly Wood: Hangovers!

Angel: Now why the hell are they blinking?!?!?

Everyone: And finding a Christmas tree

The tenth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me:

Pussy Willow: Batteries Not Included

Stoner Scott Oliver: No parking spaces

Melody Grace: BUY ME SOMETHIN'!!!

Christian Underwood: Get a job, ya bum!

Pussy Willow: Oh, facing my in-laws!

Together: Five months of bills!

Surf Boys: Yo-ho, sending Christmas cards

Holly Wood: Oh, geez, look at this!

Angel: One light goes out, they ALL go out!!!

Everyone: And finding a Christmas tree

The eleventh thing of Christmas that's such a pain to me:

Sxxxy Shane Boswell: Stale TV specials

Miss Rocky Mountains: Batteries Not Included

Stoner Scott Oliver: No parking spaces

Melody Grace: DAD, I GOTTA GO TA BATHROOM!!

Christian Underwood: Charities!

Pussy Willow: She's a witch...I hate her!

Everyone: Five months of bills!

Surf Boys: Oh, I don't even KNOW half these people!

Holly Wood: Oh, who's got the toilet paper, huh?

Angel: Get a flashlight...I blew a fuse!!

Together: And finding a Christmas tree

The twelfth thing of Christmas that's such a pain to me:

Surf Boys: Singing Christmas carols

Sxxxy Shane Boswell: Stale TV specials

Miss Rocky Mountains: Batteries Not Included

Stoner Scott Oliver: No parking?!?

Melody Grace: WAAAAAAAAAAH! WAAAAAAAAAAH!

Christian Underwood: Charities!

Pussy Willow: Gotta make 'em dinner!

Everyone: Five months of bills!

Surf Boys: I'm not sendin' them this year, that's it!

Holly Wood: Shut up, you!

Angel: FINE! YOU'RE SO SMART, YOU RIG UP THE LIGHTS!!!

Together: And finding a Christmas tree

The performance ends and the crowd stands and cheers with heartfelt enthusiasm for the SCW superstars taking part in this fun Yuletide song for their entertainment! Amanda turns around and bows, as do the superstars and they then make their way backstage so the show can begin!

Simone: Hello and welcome to the last Climax Control of 2014. I'm Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I got The Fairytale Of New York stuck in my head, but it's forgiven cause it's almost Christmas, but you can call me Jason Adams.

Simone: Lots of matches and all Christmas themed, as traditional here in SCW. We start with a last chance battle royal. Joshua Acquin, Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, Johnny Ajax, Chris Shipman, Lord Raab and Blasted Monk all do battle.

Adams: The winner will be wrestling again later to see who advances to the Roulette Championship match at Inception.

Simone: Last week, a challenge was made to Andrew Watts, from none other than Clint Outlaw. It was quickly accepted and tonight it happens.

Adams: Clint Outlaw is not an SCW superstar so we have no idea what he brings to the table, but we know Watts is a wrestling machine who will knock your teeth out if you look at him funny. This is an expect the unexpected kind of match.

Simone: Amanda Cortez shocked the world last week by returning to SCW and joining up with The Mean Girls! Tonight, she returns to singles action against Traci Patterson.

Adams: No one saw Amanda joining the Mean Girls coming, but Traci has had her problems with The Mean Girls, and that puts Amanda in the firing line.

Simone: We're meant to be talking here about Gabriel Asar taking on JT Midas but right now, we don't know what's going on. Rumors that Asar has left SCW have been circling the internet all week and honestly, we have no idea what's gonna happen here.

Adams: Maybe he got scared after his match was announced with Rage, maybe all this is a lot of nonsense, but it looks like we'll find out tonight.

Simone: Melody Grace and Despayre got the best Christmas present they could ask for, by being put in a team this week but this could turn in to a blue Christmas for them because their opponents are Caleb Houston and Veronica Taylor.

Adams: Caleb has a tag team match against Despayre for the titles in just a few short weeks, Veronica is a former Bombshell tag team champion herself. This one could be one for the ages and not even Smarty McSmartypants from Smartyland could predict a winner here.

Simone: Roulette title semi finals happen here tonight, the winners go on to face each other at Inception to crown a brand new champion. Alex Kaelin and Drexel Matheson start things off going one on one, and it will be followed by Sephiroth Du Lac, taking on the winner of the battle royal tonight.

Adams: Any of those three men would make a fine champion, but whoever wins the battle royal will have the momentum to push on and claim his place. Good luck picking finalists out of these four men.

Simone: Main event time could be one for the ages, I mean the absolute ages because tonight, for the first time ever, Gabriel will go one on one with Drake Green.

Adams: But the wild card here is Sean Jackson, not only is he the SCW Heavyweight champion, but he is tonight's special guest referee! This could all depend on what mood Sean Jackson is in.

Simone: Plus we have tons more surprises.

Adams: So less talk and more action! GO GO GO!

The scene opens with Sean Jackson entering the Prescott Valley Event Center and as he does, a tremendous chorus of boos fill the building. Wearing blue jeans and a white shirt with *shit happens* in big bold red letters, he has the SCW heavyweight championship draped over his shoulder as Marshall Owens and Vanessa follow him in.

As they get farther into the building, Stoner Scott Oliver steps into the view with microphone in hand.

Scott: Mr. Jackson, tonight you're tasked with being the special referee in the main event...

As Scott Oliver speaks, a smile begins to form on the face of Sean Jackson. However, it quickly disappears as Scott continues with the train of thought.

Scott: Considering the history with Drake Green and Gabriel, can you manage to be impartial enough to call the match down the middle?

Bringing his hand partially to his face, Sean gives that mocking surprised look.

Jackson: Why Scott, whatever do you mean?

The smile returns.

Jackson: Are you implying that I won't be professional enough to call a fair match?

Scott: Well, there has been a history between the three of you over the past few weeks. So one has to wonder if you won't take the opportunity to screw one or both over in the main event.

Taking a step back, Sean looks over at Marshall Owens who merely shrugs his shoulders. Sean then lowers his head, shaking it back and forth.

Jackson: Damn Scott, I'm the SCW heavyweight champion. I don't need to resort to screwing people over. I'm not vindictive like Drake Green, nor am I jealous like Gabriel is. Matter of fact, I've been nothing but professional ever since arriving here in Sin City Wrestling. So to be totally honest, I'm a little miffed at the implication that I'm planning on screwing anybody over.

Scott: So, you're going to call the match right down the middle?

Jackson: Of course I am.

Scott: You're not going to screw anybody over?

Jackson: No. Of course not. What kind of person would I be if...

Sean brings his thumb and index finger up to his chin, rubbing it as he looks up to the ceiling.

Jackson: I forgot how to count to three...

Sean then looks back to Scott Oliver.

Jackson: Or, if I acted like something was in my eye.

Sean then shoots his index finger into the air as if hit by an epiphany

Jackson: Or, how about a slow count that even Jimmy Stewart would be envious of?

He then shoots his other index finger into the air. A double epiphany? hey, is that even possible?

Jackson: Better yet, as they pummel each other in the ropes, or on the floor, an even slower count...

As Sean continues, a huge smile forms on Marshall's face. It's as if he relishes in the fact that Sean Jackson can do whatever he wants as the special referee. Including a total screw job if he so chooses.

Jackson: Like, arthritis in the ass slow. I mean, two old ninety year old farts screwing slow. Do you get what I'm talking about Scott?

Scott: Um, no?

Jackson: Exactly Scott. I'm the heavyweight champion here, I'm the mother fucking man. I'm the one who makes the hearts of women flutter, just as I'm the one that all men aspire to become.

As he finishes his statement, Sean points towards the part of the building that houses the ring.

Jackson: So why would I risk that to screw over Drake and Gabriel?

Scott: Come on Sean, you act like you're above all that. However, your past actions dictate oth...

Jackson: Why Scott, that offends me. I can't believe that you would even imply that I would...

Taking a deep breath, Sean again looks up to the ceiling before looking back to Scott.

Jackson: You know, that hurts. After all of the good things that I've done this year, you're going to imply...

Sean stops talking, throwing his hands into the air. After a couple of seconds, he turns to walk away. However, he stops and faces Stoner one final time. The words *shit happens* shows up crystal clear.

Jackson: For that, you aren't getting anything from me for christmas.

Sean storms away as Marshall and Vanessa follows. However, abruptly stops in front of Stoner and again smiles.

Marshall: Shit Happens.

He too walks away, leaving Scott to stand in front of the camera by himself.

Simone: Plum Pudding???? It appears that our opening contest will be held inside of a pool of Plum Pudding!

Adams: But??? it's not a Bombshell match???!

Justin Decent: The following Last Chance Battle Royal to determine the opponent for Sephiroth Du Lac later tonight is an over the top Plum Pudding Pool Battle Royal! Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, standing at 6 feet 3 inches, and weighing in at 227 pounds, he is... "SCW's Nightmare"JOSHUUUUUUUUA AAAAAAAAAAAQUINNNNNN!!!

"Nightmare" Hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd. As he walks slowly to the poolside area he avoids all contact from fans. Once next to the pool he goes up to the edge of the pool, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up his arms.

Justin Decent: Aaaaaaaand his opponent, from Portland, Oregon, standing at 6 foot 3 inches, and weighing in at 187 pounds, he is... JOHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNY AAAAAAAAAAJAX!!!

Ajax poses on the top of the ramp before walking down to the poolside area, hops down, walks a couple of laps around the pool, and then stands around the top pool before the bell.

Justin Decent:The next contestant... from Cologne, Germany, standing at 6 feet 4 inches, and weighing in at 230 pounds, he is... LOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRD RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAB!!!

Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask and ignores the fans as he goes up to the poolside area.

Justin Decent: Introducing next, from West london, England, standing at 6 feet 5 inches, and weighing in at 265 pounds, he is...CHRRRRRRRRRRRISSS SHHHHHHHHHHHHIPMANNNN!!!

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. He is carrying his trademark barbed wire noose in his hand as he slowly walks to the poolside. 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 Decent: Next, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada, standing at 6 feet 2 inches, and weighing in at 235, he is... BLLLLLLLAQUE HARRRRRRRT BRRRRUUUUUUUUCE EEEEEEEEVAAAAAAAAANS!!!

"Points of Authority" begins to blare over the speakers throughout the arena and the crowd automatically erupts into boos. After a few seconds a cloud of red smoke fills the entrance ramp and Blaque Hart walks out from the back. He pauses at the top of the stage as he looks around with a cocky grin on his face taking in all the heat from the crowd. He then starts his walk down the aisle mocking the crowd and talking down on them before he reaches the poolside area.

Justin Decent: Aaaaaand last, from FoShan, China, standing at 5 feet 9 inches, and weighing in at 165 pounds, he is... BLLLLLLLLLLLASTED MOOOOOOOOONK!!!

As Blasted Monks theme starts to play we see Monk walking down the ramp. A mix reaction is heard from the crowd as he makes his way to poolside. Monk runs around the pool, getting the crowd riled up. Jasmine St. John looks around, seeing all competitors at ringside. She gives them a rundown of the rules before calling for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: It appears that, in order to win this match, you must be the last one standing inside of the pool full of Christmas pudding!

Adams: It isn't often that we see the men take part in a match like this, but that's the risk one takes when competing in Roulette Rules on this Christmas special! Oh, wait, wait! They're all getting inside the pool now.

As Jason said, the men reluctantly begin climbing into the pool of pudding, the red substance cold and sticky. Right off the bat, Joshua Acquin blindsides Johnny Ajax, knocking him into the side of the pool with all of his might. He clobbers down on Ajax, when Chris Shipman joins in, helping Acquin. They beat Ajax down into the pudding before yanking him up by an arm each. They Clothesline him over the side of the pool, sending him over the top. Jasmine confirms it and points over to Justin Decent.

Justin Decent: Johnny Ajax has been eliminated!

Simone: That wasn't the fastest or easiest elimination in SCW history, but it was pretty damn close!

Adams: Poor Johnny Ajax didn't stand a chance against both fierce competitors!

While Acquin and Shipman end their very brief alliance, going at it with heavy blows, Blaque Hart and Lord Raab look to repeat this against Blasted Monk, double teaming the most fan-friendly of the remaining bunch. However, Blasted Monk gives them fits in return, sliding down into the pudding. Blaque Hart and Raab try their hardest to reach into the pudding to pull out the FoShan native, but he is nowhere to be found. They look confused as they continue to search, but Blasted Monk pops up behind them. He lands a Double Dropkick to Raab and Evans, sending them crashing into the side of the pool as the fans cheer loudly.

Simone: Blasted Monk just blasted those two nearly out of the pool!

Adams: Hey, maybe that's where he got his name? That, or he's on a never ending bender.

Raab grabs onto Evans', trying to pull him over the edge of the pool, but Evans grabs onto the side of the pool, holding on tightly as he nudges Raab the rest of the way over. He celebrates as Raab hops up and down on his foot. Jasmine gives the signal that he's safe, and the fans boo. Raab grabs onto Evans' head, and he leaps forward in a Rolling DDT that plants Evans firmly in the pudding. The crowd lets out an excited "Oooooh!" Raab reaches down for Evans, but he is stopped when Blasted Monk grabs onto his neck, taking him down into the pudding with a Sleeper Hold, drowning him in the process.

Simone: It seems like Lord Raab and Blasted Monk are trying to steal the show.

Adams: That's because Shipman and Acquin are less concerned with entertaining the fans, and more concerned with beating the ever loving piss out of one another.

As Jason said, Acquin and Shipman are going back and forth with everything they have in them, punching one another in the face. Neither one wants to give an inch until Shipman claws at Acquin's eyes, catching him off guard. To make matters worse, Shipman kneels down and hits a low blow to Acquin, making his eyes bug out as he slips down into the pudding. Shipman picks up a chunk of the plum pudding and shoves it in Acquin's face, smashing it in with an attempt to choke him. Acquin bats away Shipman's hand, clutching onto his leg to steady himself. Shipman takes a few steps back and looks to punt Acquin's chin, but Acquin ducks and drives his fist into Shipman's crotch, bringing him down to his knees.

Adams: That right there is a bad move, no man should wander down there. It's a pain you will never know, Belinda...

Simone: Right, because child bearing is nothing compared to a punch to the one eyed monster... Shipman hit it first, so it is fair game as far as I'm concerned...

Acquin pounds Shipman in the face with a hard right fist. Shipman falls backward and Acquin tackles him, mounting him as he shoves his head under the pudding. He is visibly angry as he attempts to drown his turncoat partner. On the other side of the ring, Evans and Raab are doing all they can to tire one another out, with Raab catching Blaque Hart with a wild haymaker that sends him spinning over to the side. Blasted Monk watches the action, waiting for the most opportune time to strike. Raab grips onto Evan's throat, ready to toss him to the outside when Evans boots him in the midsection, causing his grip to loosen. Blasted Monk watches as Acquin finally gets to a better mindframe, lifting Shipman out of the pudding as he sputters and spits. Acquin lifts Shipman onto the edge of the pool, but Shipman holds on for dear life. Acquin kicks him in the side with all of his might as his grip losens up. Blasted Monk jumps up in the air, crashing into both men. Acquin tumbles over the edge of the pool, but he isn't alone as he drags Chris Shipman over immediately after!

Simone: Holy shhhhhhh...

Justin Decent: Joshua Acquin has been eliminated! Chris Shipman has been eliminated!

Adams: Both men were more concerned with brute violence, and less concerned with keeping their eyes on the prize. Now, three remain!

Lord Raab hits a thrust to Evans' throat, sending him spinning around. As he does, Raab lifts him up for an Atomic Drop, but Evans kicks his feet out, lunging forward with an impressive Bulldog! The crowd goes into a frenzy as Blasted Monk comes out of nowhere, dogpiling on top of the others as he pushes down with all of his might, trying to choke out his opponents under the pudding. The crowd cheers him on as he attempts to gain the advantage. His smile slowly fades into a worried expression as Lord Raab and Blaque Hart lift him up with a Wishbone Suplex, causing a large splash to fly over the side. They give a simple nod for a temporary alliance as they reach down and lift Blasted Monk up. They are ready to whip him over the edge when he surprises them with a boot to each of their midsections. He takes a few steps backward, and then leaps up into the air, looking to eliminate both men with one solid move. However, they move out of the way and they help send him up and over to the outside as he drips with the slippery pudding. He pounds the ground in frustration.

Justin Decent: Blasted Monk has been eliminated!

Simone: It looks like we have our final two here! And what more deserving men, with the brightest of futures ahead of them, could their be?

Adams: Love them or hate them, they embody what the Roulette Division is all about! You gotta admit that...

Bruce Evans and Lord Raab stare at one another with a mixture of respect, and determination in their eyes. Evans gives a welcoming taunt as puts a little bit of distance between them. Raab flashes a sinister smirk from under his mask as he reaches just under the mask, pulling something out. The small item catches Bruce's and Jasmine's attention as she shouts out to him. Raab looks down at the pudding, and then flicks his fingers together, sparking a flame in the process. He leans down to the pudding, lighting the apparently highly flammable substance as the flame quickly and unpredictably spreads about in patches. He lets out a sinister laugh as Evans does his best to jump around the flames. Raab seems to welcome them as he wades through them.

Simone: I guess that the plum pudding is traditionally lit on fire, but this just doesn't seem safe!

Adams: You try telling this psychopath that it isn't safe to wrestle in flaming pudding! Something tells me he won't be listening to reason with this.

As Raab continues on, he drags the lighter across the top, lighting is as he goes. Evans is backed up against the side of the pool, looking to the outside as he contemplates eliminating himself. He sits up on the edge as Raab nods his head, coaching him along to eliminating himself. The arrogance of Raab gets to Evans as he leaps into the air??? and into the flaming pudding with a Clothesline to Raab that sends both men under the flames.

Crowd: FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* FUCKING AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap*

Simone: This is definitely not good, Jason. A title belt is worth a lot, but is it worth all of this?

Adams: It appears that these two think so. It is the LAST CHANCE Battle Royal after all!

Lord Raab is the first to emerge as the flaming pudding drips down his body, but Blaque Hart Bruce Evans isn't far behind as he swats away at the flaming liquid. Raab grabs onto the back of his head, dragging him to the edge, but Evans surprises everyone as he elbows Raab in the crotch. As Raab falls down, Evans hits a series of punches, sending him down to the pudding. With that, Evans sets Raab up for the Blaque Out! He lifts Raab up into the air, and deposits him face first to the outside as the bell suddenly rings!

Justin Decent: Lord Raab has been eliminated??? Your winner, advancing to the semifinals of the Roulette Championship tournament??? BLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAQUE HART BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUCE EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEVAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNSSS!!!

Simone: He's done it! Blaque Hart has made it to face Sephiroth Du Lac later tonight to make it to the finals of the tournament at SCW Inception!

Bruce Evans quickly climbs out of the pool as he feels the flames licking at his bare skin. Jasmine holds his arm up in the air as he yanks it away spitefully. But the lights drop out

Simone: What's going on here?

Adams: Electric bill not been paid again.

The lights return ono to see Sephiroth Du Lac standing right behind Blaque Hart. Blaque Hart puts his fists up, ready to strike but Sephiroth simply bows towards him.

Simone: Mind games?

Adams: Sephiroth is all about respect, even if he's scary enough to have his own movie franchise!

Sephiroth straightens up and nods in approval towards Blaque Hart before slowly walking past him, stepping out of the ring. He looks at Blaque and the lights start to flicker on and off. As the lights return, Sephiroth has disappeared, leaving Blaque Hart very confused.

Cut to backstage, where Roxi Johnson is shown walking, with a big plate in her hand covered in tin foil. She holds it up as she walks, her head swaying, looking for someone in particular. Her eyes light up as she notices who she's looking for.

Roxi: Despy! Angel!

Finding Despayre and Angel standing there, talking. They both turn to her and smile.

Despayre: Hi Roxi!

Despayre looks down to his teddy bear and huffs.

Despayre: Well I don't know yet! I'll have to ask her!

Despayre looks up and starts to say something, the pauses and looks back down to Angel again.

Despayre: Well I can't ask THAT first! We have to make nice! Its good manners after all!

Despayre looks up with a bright and hopeful expression on his face.

Despayre: What brings you around?

Roxi: Well??? you said you liked pies and cakes and stuff, so I made these for you.

Despayre: NO!

Despayre gives his best 'For me?' performance. Roxi hands the plate to Despayre, who removes the tin foil, and his eyes light up as he sees the treat.

Despayre: Whoa!

On the plate is a virtual mountain of Rice Krispie Treats made with cocoa krispies and with a solid fudge topping on each one.

Despayre: Cocoa Krispie treats?! Roxi this is fantastic!

Roxi: It's the holidays. I like to spread a little cheer as much as I can!

Despayre looks gleefully from the plate of Treats to Roxi and back again.

Despayre: Boy! This is a lot more than just a 'little' Christmas cheer! This is a LOT! Oo! Oo! And I almost forgot! Angel has a little something for you too!

Despayre turns to look through his bag, leaving Roxi to watch with amusement.

Roxi: Despy, you didn't have to do that.

Despayre stops what he is doing, then blinks up at Roxi with a look of wonderment on his face, then looks to his best plush pal.

Despayre: I thought said we did hafta do this?

Whatever is 'said' between boy and teddy bear causes Despayre to wave his hands frantically at Angel.

Despayre: Alright! Alright!

He reaches deeply into the travel case and pulls out a picture and jumps to his feet with a smile on his face, offering it to Roxi.

Despayre: I'm giving them out in lieu of cards!

The picture is a black and white publicity photograph of a close up shot of Angel's face with Despayre's own in the background, trying to look around the teddy bear. Roxi accepts it with a smile.

Roxi: Thank you, Despy. And thank you too, Angel.

Roxi gives the teddy bear a quick hug and starts to head off down he hall, but turns to wave at the 'pair' of them.

Roxi: You two enjoy those Treats!

Despayre: We will! Thank you!

Roxi heads off and Despayre, holding Angel, stares down at the plate.

Despayre: These will never make it to the hotel, will they?

He looks to Angel and nods in agreement before scurrying off camera.

Despayre: We need milk!

We find our way backstage to just outside of a door marked "Mean Girls". Seconds later, we can hear the girlish chit chat and laughter as the Mean Girls approach the locker room. Amanda Cortez and Delia walk into the shot first, followed by Veronica and Mercedes, with Angelica following behind. Delia opens the door to the locker room as they enter. The girls fling their bags down onto the floor as they look around at the impeccable locker room, though they don't seem very impressed.

Delia: Ugh, is z'is z'e best z'at z'ey can do for z'e Mean Girls? Such a travesty???

Mercedes: Well, this is Arizona, so this is probably fit for a king.

They look over the room once more and curl their lips up into a disgusted snarl. They pout as they circle around the room. Finally, the bubbly Amanda Cortez picks her bag up and carries it over toward the shower area with a smile on her face.

Amanda: I guess I can take a shower to wash the filth from Arizona off of my body. Any and all of you are welcomed to join me if you like?

The other Mean Girls look to one another with a bit of disgust on their face, except Angelica who gives it a second thought before shaking her head in the negative. Amanda giggles as she walks behind the curtain as she begins stripping.

Amanda: Suit yourself!

The water turns on as Amanda plays some music. Once she gets involved in the shower, Mercedes, Veronica, and Angelica all stare daggers through Delia. Delia immediately takes a defensive stance as she places a hand on her hips.

Delia: What?!

Angelica: That??? That right there says you don't even need to ask that question, because you already know???

Delia: What? I saw an opportunity, and I capitalized on it. Do you s'ink she is not pretty enough?

Veronica: She is, but so was Liz Smalls, and you saw how that turned out..

Delia flips her hair as she rolls her eyes and then holds a hand up in Veronica's face. Veronica waves it off as she stares dead at Delia.

Delia: Whatever??? I saw a golden opportunity, and I jumped on it. So fucking sue me??? Look, she's going to help us out tonight by taking out Traci Patterson, and z'en you will s'ank me.

Angelica: Look, the point is that you went rogue. It's not like you're the leader or anything???

Delia scoffs as if to say otherwise. Angelica purses her lips as she places a hand firmly on her hip. Before she can speak, Delia turns her back on Angelica.

Delia: When Traci Patterson is on her way to z'e local hospital, softened up for Mercedes, and we retain yet anos'er championship, z'en I will be awaiting an apology??? from all of you...,

Delia doesn't wait for a response as she turns on her heels and walks back over to the door, not wanting to hear anything more on the topic. She exits the room, firmly closing the door behind her as she steps into the hallway.

Backstage, Giani is standing watching a monitor as the action in the ring is happening. Walking along the hallway, a Santa Claus swaggers closer and then taps Giani on the shoulder.

Santa Claus: Hello little boy, did you want to tell Santa what you want for Christmas.

Giani snorts in contempt as he waves him away without even looking at him. Santa chuckles as he puts a hand on the shoulder of Giani.

Santa Claus: I know when you been sleeping and I know when you're awake???I know when you have been bad or good??? Now boyo, don't you know who I am?

Giani holds up a hand in the face of the man in red.

Giani: You are a man looking for a beating. So before I give you one, take a walk Kringle.

Santa shakes his head as he pulls out a large candy cane.

Santa Claus: You know something, you are right Giani. I am looking for a beating. A beating of you in payback???

As he speaks, Santa winds up and slams the candy cane into the midsection of Giani and doubles him over. On his knees, Giani looks up to see Santa removing his beard and hat to reveal a grinning Connor Murphy who leans down over Giani and grabs him by his chain and pulls him close.

Santa Connor: Season's Beatings Giani, hope your holidays are long enough to recover from this beating I got you..

Connor slams a hard right into the jaw of Giani then proceeds to slam the fake candy cane into the body of Giani who covers up to try to defend himself. With one final kick, Connor turns and walks away whisting a merry Christmas song as the images go back to ringside.

The bell sounds as we see referee Drew Patton standing in the ring, next to him is ring announcer Justin Decent??? we notice that surrounding the rings are what look to be christmas presents, all shapes and sizes, and they are literally EVERYWHERE!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall??? and it is a Naughty or Nice Match!

Simone: Wow, that just sounds??? ultra interesting.

Adams: Naughty? Ohhhh I am hoping for some Bombshells then???

Simone: I just want to open some presents, there is literally at least 20 presents out here...

"Nowhere Fast" strikes up as Clint Outlaw walks out wearing a sleeveless leather vest, ripped blue jeans, combat boots and fingerless gloves. He has a cigarette sticking out of his mouth while wearing a redneck style Santa's hat. He is carrying a bag covered in duck tape which is filled with gifts. He looks at the crowd while walking down the ramp. He stops at the bottom of it as he places the Santa bag.

Justin: Making his way to the ring first, from the trailer park nearest to you, weighing in at 35 kegs... Clint Outlaw!

Clint hops up onto the ring apron, jumps into the ring and marches around it. He does one lap before hopping onto the turnbuckle. He pulls out the cigarette, flicks it toward the camera while slamming an empty beer can into his forehead. Clint hops down off the turnbuckle, leans against the turnbuckle and prepares for a war.

Adams: Well???

Simone: There is your Bombshell, ha! Clint Outlaw!

Adams: At least we know this is going to be a good match??? well, hyped at least.

Justin: And his opponent???

Love the Way You Hate Me - Like a Storm bursts over the speaker system, the arena instantly livens up as the crowd stand to their feet, some booing, some cheering, but all of them respecting. The arena lights slightly dim as an explosion of sparks and mini fireworks erupt at the top of the entrance ramp. As the explosion fades Andrew Watts comes walking down the entrance ramp, Watts has a look of confidence on his face, as he sets for his following match. Watts smirks as he makes his way down the entrance ramp, staring ahead at the ring.

Justin: Making his way to the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 248 pounds??? The Outlaw, Andrew Watts!

Watts makes his way to the ring as he hops up onto the apron. Watts pauses for a second, holding onto the top rope, staring into the ring before he enters in through the middle rope. Watts walks to the center of the ring where he pauses for a second, looking down at the ground for a few seconds, our cameras staring straight at Watts. Watts head shoots up, looking forward, his right arm shooting into the air, his hand in the renegade formation(Kliq sign) as he stands like this for a few seconds, before his music fades and he walks to a nearby corner, ready for his match.

Adams: Watts has been talking a lot of shit, along with a lot of sneak attacks???

Simone: But no sneak attacks here, this is his chance to backup everything he has been saying!

Adams: I hope Clint kicks his ass, this dude is just too cocky???

Clint and Watts stare at each other from across the ring, both men eager to get their hands on each other as referee Drew Patton walks over to Clint, exchanging a few words with him, and then over to Watts whom he does the same with. Drew walks away from the two men, and signals for the bell???

DING!
DING!
DING!

Clint goes running at Watts with a fierce look in his eyes, and his overconfidence gets the better of him as Watts is quick to sidestep and hit Clint with a knee to the gut, flipping Clint over his knee and flat onto his back. Watts smirks but Clint has a fire in his eyes and it doesn't look to be put out as he grabs Watts by the lower legs and literally instantly bites Watts in the shin! Watts yells out in pain as he shoves Clint away from him. Although there are not many rules in this match, if any??? Drew Patton has a word with Clint as Watts stumbles towards a nearby turnbuckle, checking on his bite.

Adams: Wow, did he just?

Simone: Yep, he bit him??? he freaking bit him.

Patton lets Clint go back to his thing as he runs at Watts who is still checking on his bite marks. Clint hits Watts with an elbow to the side of the head that sends Watts against the turnbuckle. Clint begins to hammer away with everything he has got; knees to the gut of Watts, right hands to the face, and then an elbow to the jaw that sends Watts to the ground. Clint begins to stomp away on Watts who is in a jam as Clint continues to deliver boots to the back of Watts' head and shoulders. Watts finally slides out of the ring, shaking his head as he tries to shake off the early beating he has taken, but Clint follows. Clint grabs Watts by the back of the head and, BAM! Face first off of the announce table goes Watts!

Adams: Whoa, that was way too close to us!

Simone: You can say that again???

Clint then grabs Watts, hitting him with a knee to the gut and driving him face first into the nearest turnbuckle pole! Watts bounces head first off of the post as he flops to the ground on his back. Watts looks like he is in pain as Clint reaches down, grabbing a gift box that is a decent size. Clint places the box on the nearby announce table as he pops the lid off.

Simone: What is it?

Adams: I'm trying to see, I can't see???

Clint smirks, nodding his head as he reaches his right hand into the box and pulls out a kendo stick! Clint places the stick on the announce table and then grabs the empty box, tossing it at Watts who is on a knee, trying to get up. The box bounces off of Watts' back and over his head. Clint grabs the kendo stick as he walks over to Watts who is almost at his feet and???. BAM! Watts hits Clint with a punch to the gut just as Clint lifted the kendo stick! Watts fires away with a right hand to the face of Clint, and then takes a step back as he charges towards Clint. Watts looks for a clothesline but instead gets the kendo stick straight across his chest! Watts hunches over in pain as Clint follows it up with a kendo stick to the shoulder that sends Watts to his knees! Watts holds his shoulder in pain as Clint then smashes the kendo stick over the top of Watts' head, sending Watts to the ground and splitting the kendo stick in half! Clint smirks as he drops the stick on top of Watts.

Simone: Wow, talk about a shot! He might have knocked Watts out already!

Adams: Andrew Watts??? The Outlaw??? The Reject??? All Hype.

Simone: I don't know about that, it's still early.

Adams: Early? The guy is literally laid out already.

Clint walks over to another box, he picks it up, shaking it by his ear??? it seems like he likes the sound of this one. Clint begins to unwrap it as he pulls out a 6 pack of Bud Light and a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey! Clint becomes extremely excited, the smile on his face is that of a kid's on Christmas morning. Clint places the 6 pack of beer on the announce table, unscrewing the cap of the Jack Daniels as he places it to his mouth and takes a huge swig of it! Clint places the bottle down on the announce table and then grabs a beer, unscrewing the cap.

Adams: He should probably pin Watts or something???

Simone: I think getting drunk is more important

Clint begins to take huge sips of the beer, nearly chugging half of the bottle in about 5 seconds. Clint smacks his stomach as he walks towards Watts who is starting to get to his feet with the help of the ring. Clint finishes off the beer and just as Watts turns around??? SMASH! Clint literally shatters the beer bottle across of the side of Watts' forehead, busting the whole right side of Watts' forehead open as he begins to bleed, falling to the ground and holding his head in pain.

Adams: Wow that was??? wow!

Simone: Jeez! That was right by Watts' eye, I really hope he is okay.

Adams: He called the man's sister a whore, he deserved it.

Clint has a satisfied smile on his face as he reaches down, grabbing Watts by his hair and lifting him to his feet. Clint slides Watts into the ring, following him as he covers him. Drew Patton with the count???

...1
...2
...Watts kicks out!

Adams: Really? Idiot! He is just going to get beat down even worse now???

Watts rolls over onto his stomach and Clint seems a bit shocked that Watts kicked out. Clint shakes his head as he rolls out of the ring, walking over to the bottle of Jack. Clint grabs it, as he takes another two huge sips of the whiskey. Clint places it back down as he exhales and yells "AHHH" into the air. Clint grabs another beer bottle, sliding into the ring and unscrewing the cap. Clint relaxes back against a turnbuckle as he begins to drink his beer, his back against the turnbuckle as if it were a sit up couch.

Simone: At least Clint is having fun???

Adams: Looks like Watts' didn't know what he was getting himself into when he accepted this challenge.

Simone: Definitely is looking that way.

Watts begins to pull himself up using the ring ropes as Clint just watches, drinking his already half empty beer. Referee Drew Patton checks on Watts, asking him if he wants to continue. Watts pulls himself to his feet, hunched over the top rope as he shakes his head to the referee. Clint takes another few sips of his beer and places it down on the ground as it still has some beer in it. Clint walks over to Watts, throwing his arms on the side of Watts head, but Watts hits an elbow to the gut of Clint who staggers back. Watts throws a right hand to the face of Clint, followed by another. Clint fights back with a right hand of his own, right to the gash of Watts who closes his eyes in pain, but fights through it and hits another right hand to Clint. Clint grab Watts, irish whipping him across the ring as Watts bounces off of the ropes and comes back to a clothesline from Clint! Watts ducks under it, spinning Clint around and hitting a beautiful jumping dropkick to the face of Clint who hits the canvas quick and hard!

Simone: Watts showing some fight here!

Adams: What? Ugh, I fell asleep??? is that Watts loser done yet?

Simone: Funny, very professional Adams.

Clint is quick to his feet but a bit staggered, Watts is still feeling some effects too but he manages to hit a right hand to Clint. Clint staggers into the turnbuckle as Watts runs at Clint for a huge splash! Clint moves as Watts bounces chest first off of the turnbuckle and is then hit by a running knee to the back that sends Watts to his knees. Clint grabs his beer, chugging the rest of the bottle as he takes a deep break, walking over to Watts and swinging the bottle for the other side of Watts' head! Watts smacks the wrist of Clint, the bottle falling out of Clint's hand and to the canvas, Watts tackles Clint and begins to pound away with right hands to the head of Clint. Watts goes to town, hitting a good 10 or 12 punches to the head of Clint before he stands up, throwing an arm against his chest and then reaching down and grabbing the beer bottle. Watts shakes his head as he slides out of the ring, placing the bottle back into the case with the other 4 full beers and then walking over to a gift. Watts reaches down, picking it up as he pops it open and pulls out??? a glow in the dark dildo???

Adams: What the fu??? fudge?

Simone: Wow I have that same???

Adams: You what?

Simone: Nothing, I meant, what is that thing?

Watts holds the dildo with two fingers, staring at it with a disgusted look on his face as he holds it up into the air, shaking his head and then dropping it. Watts wipes his hands against his tights as he shakes his head, dropping the box and walking over to another box. Watts looks like he doesn't want to even check this one, he closes his eyes and places his hand in???

Adams: Oh god, what is next?

Watts pulls his hand out and reveals an NFL sized football! Watts shrugs his shoulders as he grabs the football with both hands and slides back into the ring. Clint is halfway to his feet, his back to Watts??? Watts begins to stalk him a bit. Clint finally stands up as Watts gets into a stance, taking a 3 step drop back as Clint turns around and Watts whips the football right at Clint??? straight where the sun doesn't shine! Clint grabs himself in pain as his eyes open wide and he quickly falls to his knees. The ball rolls back to Watts who grins as he reaches down, picking it up and running towards Clint??? Watts is about one foot away from Clint when he drops the ball and literally punts it, inches from Clint's face as the ball instantly smashes into Clint's face. Watts foot very well may have caught a bit of Clint's face on the follow through as well!

Simone: Wow, are we watching an NFL game?

Adams: That is the most interesting version of the punt that I have ever seen.

Clint falls to his side as he holds his face in pain, and Watts goes for a cover???

...1
...2
...Clint gets a shoulder up as the referee's hand was on it's way down!

Adams: And that punt was only worth 2 points!

Simone: That makes no sense???

Adams: Sure it did.

Watts shakes his head as he grabs Clint by the mullet, yanking him to his feet and tossing him into a turnbuckle as he quickly begins to hammer away with shoulder thrusts to the gut of Clint! Clint holds his stomach in pain as Watts takes a step back, running at Clint and hitting a huge clothesline that drives Clint's back against the turnbuckle pads! Clint staggers along the ring ropes as Watts walks over to him and grabs him by the head, hitting a jumping knee to the face that sends Clint straight to the ground. Watts smirks as he goes for another cover???

...1
...2
...Clint kicks out after a short 2 count!

Watts shakes his head, grabbing Clint by the hair again and lifting him up, only to be poked in the eye by Clint. Watts grabs his eye in pain and then???. bam! Clint kicks Watts right where the sun doesn't shine. Clint smirks as he slides out of the ring. There is a HUGE box outside of the ring, and Clint begins to unwrap it!

Adams: I've been waiting for them to go for that one all night, I wonder what is in it!

Clint pulls out a wooden table! The crowd begins to cheer as Clint sets up the table between the barricade and ring. Clint sets it up and then walks over to the announce table, grabbing his bottle of Jack Daniels as he shoves it to his lips and begins to chug. Clint slams the bottle back down to the announce table.

Adams: Wow he has literally almost drank half of that bottle???

Simone: And 2 beers???

Clint walks back over to the table, checking on it and making sure it is nice and set. Clint then turns around, crawling onto the ring apron, not even noticing that Watts is on a knee in the ring, watching him. Clint stands up on the outside of the apron and Watts takes off, diving and???

THE SPEAR!

Watts spears Clint through the middle rope, off of the apron and straight through the wooden table! Not only a signature move of Watts, but modified to hardcore perfection! Watts and Clint both lay in the shreds of the table, Clint barely moving and Watts holding his shoulder in pain as well Both men took quite the tumble there! The fans are loving it???

Crowd: Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!

Simone: I agree with the fans, that came out of nowhere!

Adams: It sure did, wow??? get up Clint!

Simone: Man crush much?

Watts rolls over onto his forearms and one knee, Clint still not doing much moving other than a hand across his stomach. Watts shakes his head as he pushes himself to his knees. Watts finally makes his way to his feet, walking over to the announce table. Watts grabs the bottle of Jack and this time takes a swig of it himself. Watts shakes his head, swallowing the liquid as he exhales, wiping his lips with his forearm. Watts grabs a box from the ground, looking at it and shaking his head as he tosses it aside. Watts grabs Clint who had finally rolled over onto his back, and picks him up. Watts rolls Clint into the ring, following him as he slides in after him and goes for the cover???

...1
...2
...Clint gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Wow I can't believe that!

Adams: Maybe if Watts' wasn't so busy drinking over here???

Simone: Oh shut up, can you blame him?

Adams: Man crush much?

Simone: You're an idiot.

Watts sits up on his knees as he looks at referee Drew Patton and throws 3 fingers up, Patton shakes his head as Watts rolls his eyes and then grabs Clint by the hair. Watts pulls Clint to his feet as he hammers away with right hands to the head of Clint, Clint staggers backwards with each hit as he falls back against the ring ropes. Watts grabs Clint, irish whipping him across the ring as Clint comes back to Watts who lifts him for a huge spinebuster! Watts quickly follows the spinebuster with???

The LockDown!

Watts locks in his inverted kneeling sharpshooter on Clint who screams out in pain! Watts applies pressure, digging his free knee into the lower back of Clint as he tries to apply as much bend to the submission as he can! Referee Drew Patton checks on Clint, asking if he wants to continue! Clint yells out in pain for the referee to shut up.

Simone: Watts has this submission in tight, and center of the ring??? Clint has nowhere to go!

Adams: Come on Clint, roll out of it or something.

Not exactly the move someone can roll out of too easily, hard to do with both legs wrapped up, but Clint twists and turns and does all he can, however it is still not enough as Watts continues to twist and turn himself, applying even more pressure, the bend in Clint's lower back and legs causing excruciating pain to Clint who is asked again by Drew Patton if he wants to give up.

Simone: He is causing more pain for himself, he might as well just give up!

Clint shakes his head and then grabs Drew Patton by the shirt as he throws him backwards over his back. Drew Patton stumbles and falls right into Watts, knocking Watts backwards as Clint pulls out of the submission due to the distraction! Drew Patton falls to the ground, shaken up a bit as Clint rolls out of the ring, holding his knee and lower back in pain. Watts shakes his head as he looks down at Drew Patton and begins to yell something to him. Watts shakes his head, sliding out of the ring and just as he goes to bend over to pick up Clint??? SMASH! Clint smashes a star decoration that you would find atop a Christmas tree, straight into the nose of Watts! Watts grabs his nose in pain as he stumbles back into the barricade. Clint gets to his feet and jams the star straight into the throat of Watts who grabs his throat in pain, coughing as he falls to his knees and is kicked straight in the gut by Clint!

Simone: Where the hell did he even find that star?

Adams: Probably a box???

Clint walks over to the announce table, staggering??? not sure if it is from the match, or the drinking, or both. Clint grabs the bottle of Jack and takes a sip of it, walking towards Watts with it as he takes another sip and then places it on the ring apron near a turnbuckle. Clint grabs Watts, throwing him back into the ring and then walking over to the announce table area, grabbing a steel chair as he stares at it with a sick smile. Meanwhile in the ring Watts rolls onto his stomach, grabbing the bottle of Jack and taking a sip of it. Watts slams it down and starts to use the ropes to help himself up.

Simone: Watts is in a lot of trouble!

Clint slides into the ring with the chair as he throws it to the ground and begins to stalk Watts.

Adams: What is he going to do?

Simone: A move obviously, right onto the chair!

Clint continues to stalk Watts who finally stands to his feet, his back to Clint as he turns around and Clint moves in???

Adams: Yes!

Simone: Wow, what the???

Adams: Huh? What the hell was that..

As Clint went in for the finish, Watts spit the Jack he had just taken a sip of, straight into the eyes of Clint Outlaw! Clint grabs his burning eyes in pain as he begins to scream, rubbing his eyes and Watts???

Highlight!

Straight onto the chair, Clint Outlaw's forehead bouncing right off of the chair as he flops onto his back and lays in the center of the ring, Watts for the cover???

Adams: That should be illegal???

Simone: Anything goes Adams, you know that.

Adams: Not blinding a man!

...1
...2
...3!

Watts does it! He rolls onto his back as the bell sounds.

DING!
DING!
DING!

Justin: Here is your winner??? Andrew Watts!

Simone: Watts does it, he proved that he is not all talk, and he even did it in Clint Outlaw's kind of match!

Adams: I guess, but look how bloody Watts is, he clearly lost the war.

Simone: Uh, I don't know if I would go that far.

Watts stands to his feet, his arms in the air as Love the Way You Hate Me - Like a Storm begins to play over the speaker system. Watts smirks, leaning back against the ring ropes as he wipes some blood off of his forehead, and raises his arm into the air. A hard fought victory, and definitely a message to Wallace Jordan, but it looks like Watts isn't done yet???

Adams: Huh, what is Watts doing?

Simone: It looks like Watts has a message to send to Wallace Jordan???

Watts reaches for the chair, picking it up as he holds it in his hands and watches Clint Outlaw who is being helped up to his feet by referee Drew Patton. Watts smirks as he walks over to the two of them, pushing Patton out of the way and then pushing Clint into the ring ropes. Clint doesn't really know what is going on as he is still staggered from the Highlight, he turns around and???

SMASH!

Chair shot straight to the forehead, busting Clint Outlaw's forehead wide open as blood begins to pour out of his forehead, matching the side of the gash on Watts' head, if not bigger.

Adams: Wow what a piece of crap! You already won the match, leave the guy alone.

Watts smirks as he pushes Outlaw with his foot rolling him over onto his stomach and then???

SMASH!

Another chair shot, this one straight to the back of a downed Clint Outlaw. Clint can do nothing to defend himself and Watts is taking total advantage of that. Watts smirks as he takes a knee by Clint who is laying on the ground, nearly completely out of it as Watts begins to do something with the chair and Clint's arm???

Simone: What is Watts doing????

Adams: Is he?

Simone: I think he is setting up Clint's arm in the chair???

Watts does just as Simone said, placing Clint's arm through the chair as Watts stands up with a smirk, Clint's arm locked in the chair, the legs of the chair sticking up a bit and all it would take was some pressure to literally snap Clint's arm in half. Watts has a mean grin on his face as he takes a few steps back. Watts takes a few deep breathes, focused on the chair and the arm of Clint Outlaw, who literally is defenseless.

Simone: Oh come on Andrew, don't do this??? you've sent a clear message already, I don't think more needs to be done.

Adams: What a coward??? a total coward!

Watts begins to make his way towards Clint but he is cut off by If That Ain't Country - Jessta James. Watts stops in his tracks as the fans begin to cheer and Watts' attention is instantly turned to the entrance stage. Watts stares, awaiting something to happen???

Adams: Can it be? Already?

Simone: That is Wallace Jordan's music but no Wallace Jordan is in sight!!

The music plays for a few more seconds as Watts continues to stare towards the entrance, waiting and then shaking his head as he turns around and looks back at Clint Outlaw, who still has the chair tied around his arm.

Adams: False hope? Ugh, poor Clint, he is still wrapped in that chair!

Watts adjusts the chair a bit, making sure it is to his liking and as he takes a few steps back, we hear the crowd going crazy! Watts arches an eyebrow and we see WALLACE JORDAN come running down the entrance ramp! Wallace slides into the ring and just as Watts turns around he is met by a right hand from Wallace! Watts gets up, and another right hand from Wallace! Watts stands up again and his world is rocked by a huge clothesline from Wallace! Wallace reaches over and pulls the chair out from Clint's arm, Clint rolling over, still in pain.

Adams: Wallace saves the damn day!

Simone: I can honestly say for once, I am happy to see this guy.

Wallace grabs the chair into his grip and runs at Watts, swinging the chair but Watts just barely hops out of the ring and to the outside as the chair bounces off of the ring ropes. Wallace slams the chair into the ground, as he signals for a microphone while Watts quickly backs up the entrance ramp. Watts has a fierce look in his eyes, not very happy that Wallace spoiled his plans. Clint is finally handed a microphone as his music cuts off.

Wallace Jordan: Damnit who the hell do you think you are? Running around here like you are some sort of untouchable, thinking you can just attack anyone you want at any time you please? Not while I am here, and not anyone I care about you son of a bitch.

Wallace takes a deep breath as he paces back and forth and then stares towards Watts.

Wallace Jordan: Andrew Watts, I've about had it with you there buddy. I think it is time you stopped picking on the small guys and about time you started picking on the guys you really have a problem with! That is right Watts, I am talking about me. You hit me with cheap shot after cheap shot, you attack my family, and now you try to rip apart my family! Well I am not having it! Not one bit! So I am challenging you Andrew Watts??? I want you, and I want you one on one on the next SCW SuperCard!

The crowd begins to cheer as Andrew holds the back of his head, still backing up the apron.

Simone: Watts and Wallace on the SuperCard?

Adams: It sure looks like it!

Simone: Now that is a match that I want to see???

Watts holds his head, not making any sort of facial expression, not answering, and not really doing much with his emotions??? other than staring at Wallace who has lowered the microphone and stares back. If That Ain't Country - Jessta James bursts over the speaker system again as Wallace knees down next to Clint Outlaw, checking on him, but still very much focused on Andrew Watts who continues to stare back into the ring at Wallace.

Simone: A lot of tension here, A LOT!

Adams: A lot of alcohol too, have we ever seen that much drinking done during a match?

Simone: Ha! Nope, that was a first??? definitely a first.

Adams: I can't wait to see Wallace Jordan give Watts what he deserves, this guy has been running around like a hot shot??? he thinks he is better than everyone else or something.

Simone: Well with 3 straight wins??? I guess you can't blame him.

Adams: That will end when he faces Wallace, I know it will.

As the Christmas classic hits the sound system, the fans cheer. The cheers don't last too long as the ring crew brings out the Mean Girls signature runway platform. They hook it to the ring apron as a few men walk through the curtains, four dressed in furry reindeer outfits, with saddles and reigns connecting them. The first one has a glowing red nose. The last of the five is dressed in red and white velvet suit, with a fluffy white beard. He lets out a resounding 'Ho! Ho! Ho!' as he yanks on the reigns. The men "dash" toward the ring as the curtains draw to the side. Walking out in matching red velvet trench coats that seem rather modest, are the Mean Girls. They are met with boos as they straighten their hats, looking to one another with sly smirks on their faces. Delia is in the middle, with Mercedes Vargas and Amanda Cortez to her left, and Angelica and Veronica Taylor to her right. In time with the music, they walk forward with authority, down the runway. Delia points at the reindeer and "Santa" as they spread out, holding the ropes open for the Mean Girls. As they enter the ring, they line up. They lean in toward the center, leaning on Delia as Delia raises a hand in the air, flashing a plastic smile toward the audience. As the music picks up, Delia begins marching forward, taking the lead with her hands spread out at her side, swaying her hips. The others follow after her, forming a "V" shape as they sashay. They pause in the center of the ring, crossing one arm over their waist before fanning it out above their heads, with a very audible snap. They "ring" invisible bells with the roll of their wrists before mimmicking the roll with their hips. This is when their jackets drop down to reveal red corsets with white stitching, as well as white fur that crosses over their bust line. They are wearing red and white striped stockings that lead to their mid thighs, coming up from black boots with golden buckets. They have large black bows on their backsides with two golden bells. They move their hips in time to the music, causing the bells to jingle.

Simone: Cheesy...

Adams: Smoking hot...

Simone: They like to call people sluts, but that's what they are looking like right about now.

Adams: Not true. It's a well known fact in Girl World that wearing a Santa hat makes any outfit one might wear during the holiday season to be acceptable, and not slutty.

They slowly pick it back up, having shed their cloaks. They gently nudge them to the side, and out of the way as they sway their hips from side to side with the music. They raise their hands above their heads as they turn slightly with a firm swing of the hips. They reach down and smack their bare thighs, making a loud *POP!* noise as they pop and lock it. In time with the music, they slide a hand out to the side as they shake their backsides, lowering it down toward the ground once more, thrusting their pelvis before bringing it back up. Raising their hands above their heads again, they swing them around and circle their hips as they turn around in a half circle, looking in the opposite direction. They sway their hands at their sides once again as they walk forward, bringing attention away from their backsides, and to their ample bosom. They bounce them as they walk to their left, popping their hips out to the left as they pause. They raise their arms up again as they jingle their bells, in slow, but precise circles. They stop and turn in toward Delia as they place their hands on their knees, sticking their backsides out again. They pucker their lips as the reindeer and Santa enter the ring The Mean Girls grab onto their reigns and give them a hard tug, causing the majority of their suits to fly off, leaving them in nothing but antlers (or a santa hat and beard), and lycra booty shorts. They each pair off with one of the Mean Girls, Santa pairing off with Delia. The Mean Girls circle around their partners, jingling their bells against the front of the men, in time with the music as the fans let out cat calls before starting a chant.

Crowd: SLUTS! SLUTS! SLUTS! SLUT!

Simone: I'm afraid I have to agree with the audience here.

Adams: Is that because Delia attacked you last week? I still never got my special thanks for saving your arse...

Belinda presumably rolls her eyes as the mean Girls grab onto the reigns once more, seductively leading the sexy reindeer forward, while Delia does this with Santa's beard. Once they are in the center of the ring, the reindeer drop down to their hands and knees as the Mean Girls sit and pose on their backs. The muscled up Santa drops down to one knee, as Delia sits on it, crossing her legs in a very lady-like manner as the music slows. After a moment of taking in the jeers from the crowd, Delia rolls her eyes, and flips the audience off. She stands up and begins yelling at people as the other mean Girls stand up, trying to calm Delia down. They lead her to the ropes, and she storms off toward the curtains. They meet up with her there and go for their signature blowing of the kiss before exiting. However, instead of blowing the kiss, Delia gives her ample backside a hard slap that echoes throughout the arena.

Adams: With an attitude like that, Delia just might wind up on Santa's naughty list this year...

Simone: Uhhh, it's a little late for that. I'd say she made that list around February of this year. But that Santa didn't look like he minded much.

The SCW cameras cut backstage where we see Alex Kaelin walking, he has a look of concern mixed with a bit of anger on his face. He is walking quite quick, as if he is looking for someone or trying to get somewhere as fast as possible. He turns a corner and comes face to face with Ms. Rocky Mountains. Kaelin stops as he looks at her.

Alex Kaelin: Yo, tits??? have you seen Watts?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I haven't, why whats wrong?

Alex Kaelin: Ugh, just move.

Kaelin is dressed in his ring gear, his match not too far away as he continues to pace through the backstage area, he turns another corner and we hear him shouting.

Alex Kaelin: Yo, yo??? where the hell are you going?!

Our cameras pan, following as we see what looks to be the back of Andrew Watts, walking the opposite direction of Kaelin. Kaelin jogs behind Watts, catching up with him and putting his hand on his shoulder as he turns Watts around who looks to be in a fit of anger.

Alex Kaelin: What the hell are you thinking of doing?

Watts is breathing heavily, blood covering the whole right side of his face as he shakes his head and shouts out.

Andrew Watts: I'm going to fucking rip apart that piece of shit Wallace Jordan, from limb to limb??? fuck the SuperCard, I am doing it tonight.

Watts goes to turn around and just as he goes, Kaelin stops him with a hand on his arm, turning him back to facing each other.

Alex Kaelin: Relax dude, breath??? breath??? you can't do that, then he will just keep coming back and talking shit, making excuses. Beat his ass, but beat it in the ring??? shut his hillbilly ass up once and for all, you know it is the only way.

Watts shakes his head as he slams his fist into a nearby table, leaning over it, still breathing quite heavily.

Andrew Watts: How the FUCK am I supposed to wait that damn long to get my hands on him? You have no idea how bad I want to beat the living fuck out of this guy. I had plans tonight, I had a message to send, and that cowboy hat wearing shit eater got in my fucking way! MOTHER FU???.

Alex Kaelin: CHILL! Just breath and forget about it bro. You have your match, you have exactly what you want. You get to get your hands on him, and show him the wrath of a REJECT. You just have to wait, and trust me??? the longer you wait, the more the pleasure of ripping him apart.

Watts shakes his head, still hunched over the table. Watts pushes himself up from the table, his breathing slowing down a bit as he takes a few breathes, not saying anything. Watts looks down at the ground and then back up at Kaelin.

Andrew Watts: At the SuperCard... Wallace Jordan??? I'm going to end his FUCKING career???.

Watts yells out as he clinches his fists together, smacking his knuckles against each other.

Alex Kaelin: Yes, you do that??? but right now? You need to go get checked out. There is NO WAY that you don't need stitches. Lets go grab Mikah, or Gavin and have one of them go with you. I don't trust you on your own right now.

Andrew Watts: I'm fine???

Alex Kaelin: Just shut it and lets go??? you need to get that patched up.

Watts shakes his head in frustration as Kaelin throws his hand on Watts shoulder, directing him in the opposite direction of that which Watts was originally going. Watts and Kaelin are still talking, but we can't make out what they are saying, as they walk away from our camera view.

The camera opens with a closeup shot of a dressing room door in the backstage area of the Prescott Valley Event Center. The door is that for the men's usual dressing room but taped up on it, front and center, is a piece of scratch paper with the name "Despayre" scrawled across it in blue Crayola crayon.

The crowd cheers at the name as they watch on the SCW-Tron above the stage. The camera shifts and draws backward until it picks up a shot of none other than the leader of the 'Seven Deadly Sins' stable, Synn himself. Dressed in a tasteful black suit and tie, and with Angel tucked under his arm, Synn leans against the frame of the door as he rolls his eyes, seemingly exasperated.

Synn: Joshua, come on out!

Another voice, that of Despayre's, is heard on the opposite side of the door...

Despayre: No! I'm not coming out until the show is over!

Synn looks off-camera and shakes his head.

Synn: Don't be silly, Joshua. You have to come out sooner or later!

Despayre: No I don't! I have my Cherry Coke and Roxi's Rice Krispie Treats in here! I can survive for practically indefinitely!

Synn: Would you mind telling me what has you in such a stubborn mood today?

Despayre: It's my Christmas Curse! Every year on these shows I become a chick magnet! The girls around here keep stealing smooches from me!

Synn breaks out into a toothy grin, trying hard to keep from making any audible laughter and covers his mouth, but his green eyes are filled with unusual mirth at his son's 'predicament' and casts those very same eyes towards the door.

Despayre: I even tried to distract them with Angel and mistletoe but it was no use! My natural studliness was too overwhelming!

Synn: Oh is that right?

Despayre: Well ... it was either that or Gabriel paid those girls to smooch me!

Synn smiles outwardly and reaches over with his large hand and knocks on the door.

Synn: Well you don't have anything to fret over. Not a single girl ins standing out here to give you a smooch'. And I can promise you that they won't be waiting or lurking to do the same through the rest of this show.

Despayre: ............ Promise?

Synn: Promise!

Despayre: Well...

A moment passes and the sound of a lock being undone on the other side can be heard. The door then opens and a smiling Despayre steps out wearing his usual Santa Claus hat that is two sizes too large, drooping over his eyes when a gang of SCW women converge upon him...

Women: MERRY CHRISTMAS DESPY!

Despayre: Ack!

And the ladies such as Pussy Willow, Miss Rocky Mountains, Janet the Makeup Lady, Melody Grace and others swarm to offer him pecks on the cheeks, much to Synn's amusement who says...

Synn: They're just going to do it all at once!

Justin: The following contest is the special eggnog match!

Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet. With that Traci and Katie walk out from behind the curtain. Traci then poses on the top of the stage with Katie points at Traci. The pair then walk down to the ring and slap fans hands as they do this. Traci then turns around and heads over to the poolside area.

Justin: Introducing first, at the poolside area, from Dallas,Texas???. Traci Patterson!

Traci raises her hand.

Justin: And her opponent

The song "Feuer frei" by Rammstein is played and the revving of a Harley can be heard. slowly Amanda drives down to the ring, dressed in a really short and tattered jeans shorts, a belly free top and some really high heeled stripper sandals.

Justin: Shortly arriving at pool side, Amanda Cortez!

The fans are booing at her, but it seems that she doesn't care what anybody thinks about her. As she reaches the ring, and circles it, returning to the top of the ramp. She shuts off her bike and slowly gets down from it. The fans are still booing, but Amanda only flips them the bird.

DING DING DING!

Both women stand on the side of the entrance way. The table looks rather inviting. There are glasses, pitchers, and punchbowls full of eggnog on the table. Traci walks closely to the table and grabs one of the glasses of eggnog in her right hand. She takes a sip and turns to Amanda Cortez. With her left hand, she motions towards the table. It's almost as if she is inviting Amanda to have a drink with her.

Adams: I guess the best way to start this match off is with a drink.

Simone: This gives a whole new expression to breaking bread??? but with Amanda Cortez?

Adams: Hey, it's the holiday season!

Amanda obliges, she walks over to the table and reaches out for a glass of eggnog herself. Suddenly, Traci unleashes the contents of her glass in Amanda's face! Surprised by this, Amanda wipes her eyes. Traci quickly extends her right leg and kicks Amanda in the gut. Cortez is now bent over; Traci places her glass back on the table. She then reaches over and grabs Amanda's red hair. She pulls her closer to the table; she then hits Amanda's head on the table as fans begin to cheer. Amanda falls down to the arena floor. Patterson grabs a pitcher of eggnog and stands over Cortez. She motions to the crowd by placing it in the air. As the fans cheer, she lowers it slightly, and then begins to tilt it. Before she can fully tilt it to release the liquid, Amanda slides out of the way evading the holiday substance. As the eggnog hits the ground, Amanda is back to her feet. She quickly clubs Traci in the back of the head. This causes Traci to drop the pitcher down to the ground. The plastic pitcher does not break.

Adams: She is really lucky that it wasn't a glass pitcher. Could you imagine the pain that would cause?

Simone: After last week, it would just be another day in SCW.

Amanda quickly wraps her arms around the neck of Traci and applies a sleeper hold. The hold already has Traci beginning to fight out of it. Patterson bends down. Using her strength, she comes up to her feet and holds onto Amanda's legs. Using all of her power, she walks over to the pool full of eggnog and turns her back to it. While Amanda is still on her back, Traci throws herself down sending both women into the pool of eggnog! The fans cheer as both women are sent swimming in the holiday treat.

Adams: And we have beautiful women swimming in eggnog!

Simone: Whose idea was this to let you live out your twisted fantasy?

Adams: I don't know, but thank you!

Traci is the first up to her feet, she looks down at Amanda who is more or less swimming in the eggnog. Reaching down, Patterson helps her up to her feet. Amanda quickly drills Traci in the gut with a stiff elbow. The elbow causes Traci to let go of Amanda. Amanda then takes Traci by the hair and throws herself down into the nog. This force causes Traci to fall down face first into the liquid from a facebuster like maneuver. The fans boo as Amanda emerges from the liquid. She walks over to the other side of the pool as she awaits Traci's return to her feet. As Traci begins to get up, Amanda readies herself. Once Patterson is up to her vertical base, Amanda runs over to her. Once Amanda makes it close enough, she lunges towards Traci. Traci sidesteps her sending Amanda falling out of the pool and down to the arena floor. As Amanda lays on the ground, Traci exits the pool. She walks over to Amanda and grabs her by her red hair. Pulling her up to her feet, Traci quickly knocks Amanda in the face with a European Uppercut. The uppercut sends Amanda back first into the table. As she's in a seated position, Traci reaches over and grabs a pitcher. She then tilts the pitcher down and pours the eggnog onto Amanda's head. As Amanda screams, Traci throws the pitcher down. Amanda quickly lifts up her right foot and kicks Traci in the gut. As Patterson tends to her stomach, Amanda finds her way back to her feet. Quickly, Amanda grabs onto the punchbowl in the middle of the table. She then picks it up above her head and dumps the contents of the bowl onto her opponent! Amanda leaves the bowl on top of Traci's head and takes a step back. Suddenly, she jumps up into the air hitting a powerful dropkick onto the punchbowl! This sends Traci back a few steps causing her to fall into the pool full of eggnog! Amanda quickly gets in and covers Traci.

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Justin: The winner of the match.... Amanda Cortez!

Amanda stands up to her feet. She has her hands raised by referee Holly Wood. As the fans boo, Amanda exits the pool and scene fades out.

Right after her match against Traci Amanda is back on her way backstage. The. Match has been pretty good for her and so she's really happy about how everything went. Now she really hopes that she could impress the others, especially the boss Delia and Veronica who seems to be really sceptical. For a moment she is a bit nervous about what the others will say and so she lights a cigarette, before she enters the locker room.

Amanda: Damn, I hope this has been enough and that they eventually accept me as a full member ...

She drags at her cigarette and sighs, but then the smile comes back in her face. The pretty tattooed redhead really is a bubbly girl and it's so hard to destroy her good mood. She's still dressed in her really skimpy ring outfit and as she looks down at her body, her smile becomes even broader.

Amanda: Well, at least the others aren't prettier than me ...haha, and what I've done in the ring was pretty impressive too. Ok, Traci didn't end up in hospital, but anyway, it was a cool performance and in some way I deserve a reward. Hehe ...

Then she throws her cigarette to the side and enters the locker room.there she reaches besides the door, to switch on the light, but nothing happens and she sighs again.

Amanda: Shit, what the fuck is this?

But all in all she doesn't care much. She can't see anything, but she knows where the shower is and so it shouldn't be a bigger problem to get there and hopefully there she will have some light.

Amanda: Hopefully it works there ....I really need some fresh clothes and I also could need my shoes now ...

Carefully she moves into the direction of the shower room, as the lights suddenly go on. For a moment she doesn't see anything, but after a few seconds she gets used to it and she realizes that she is surrounded by all her team mates. The petite redhead looks around and as she sees that everybody is so honest, she becomes a bit nervous. Desperately she thinks about what has gone wrong, but she cracks a smile.

Amanda: Hey girls ...

Nobody says anything and they all glare at her, so Amanda begins to feel more and more uncomfortable. She looks around and moves a bit back, but she's surrounded by the others and so it doesn't bring her anything. At this moment she really wishes that she would have left the arena without stopping at her locker room. Then she sees that Delia raises her hand and that she holds some fluffy pink handcuffs. Amanda's jaw drops down, but before she can do anything, her hands are cuffed and she's pretty helpless.

Amanda: Hey ...you can't ...

Angelica covers her mouth with her hands and they all hold her so that she has no chance to flee. Then Delia comes closer to her, with a smile in her face. Her other hand is behind her back and amanda is really worried about what comes next.

Angelica: Did you really think it would be that easy to join the Mean Girls? Hunty, you've got another thing coming...

Mercedes: Is this really that necessary?

Delia: Uhhh, yeah? Did she really think she could get away with talking trash to us on Twitter? I s'ink not...

Amanda whines in protest, unsure of what is going on when Delia locks the handcuffs on tightly. She spins Amanda around and shoves her to the ground. The fans boo at ringside at the sight of this betrayal. Delia reaches a hand behind her back as a wicked smirk comes on her face.

Delia: Okay ladies... Let's make her pay for what she's done...

The rest of the girls reach behind their backs as well as they approach Amanda who is squirming around on the ground. They all drop down to their knees, holding her down with one hand as they attack her with their free hand... with black feathers! Amanda begins to giggle as she tries to plead with them to stop, but it is obvious that she doesn't really want them to. She gasps for her breath as Delia gets her feet, and the others attack the rest of her body.

Delia: Mandy's got to pay her dues if she's going to be a real Mean Girl. She has to toughen her skin, literally and figuratively.

Angelica: Welcome to Mean Girls... officially.

Mean Girls: Officially!

The girls all laugh as they stand up from the ground, dropping their feathers. Amanda catches her breath with a wide smile on her face.

Amanda: I... I did not tell you guys to stop...

Amanda's face is almost as red as her hair as she continues catching her breath. Delia helps Amanda up to her feet, but does not remove the cuffs, smirking in control as they lead Amanda over to a small table set up with low calorie celebration snacks and mineral waters as we fade out elsewhere.

The camera picks up none other than Co-Owner of Sin City Wrestling himself, namely the aptly named "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. At the frst sign of the controversial megastar, the capacity crowd is ignited with a chrous of vindictive boos, although Mark does indeed have his personal fanbase and they remain loyal despite the jeers, as they themselves cheer for their personal favorite. Oddly enough, the boss man appears to be skulking about in the backstage area of the Prescott Valley Event Center, curiously aloof.

Mark slinks along the hallway, his back pressed tightly up against the wall as he arrives at a corner which opens into a hall that runs both ways. He leans slighty over at the waist, peeking around the very corner and looking both ways. By now it was plainly obvious that ol' "Hot Stuff" was avoiding somebody and doing a bad job of it, as he was so preoccupied with what was in front of him, he didn't see his business partner/frenemy aka Christian Underwood approach him from behind.

With Mark leaning over like he was, and Christian being who he was, Christian simply couln't avi having his eyes firmly glue to Mark's even firmer backside. He was so distracte to the point that he walked right into him and Mark jumped almost out of his skin!

HS: Bloody freaking hell, Christian!

Mark fell back against the corner an almost went to the floor, but managed to catch himself and stand upright, glaring at the smiling man opposite him.

HS: You about gave me a goddam heart attack!

Christian had little chance at smothering the smile from his face, as the scare was quite unintended but amusing, and the memory of that backside lingers to this moment in his mind. Like two puppies playing in a sack of denim if you asked Christian.

Christian: I'm sorry Mark. Did I scare you?

HS: What the hell gave it away? My yelling 'bloody freaking hell' or the puddle of piss on the floor? What the hell are you doing skulking about anyway?

Christian: Well look who's talking! You were the one sneaking around like you were in some James Bond movie. Maybe I wouldn' have startled you if you weren't being so mysterious.

HS: Trust me, I'd get nervous any time you were coming up at me from behind.

Christian shakes his head and Mark steps back, looking anxious.

Christian: You know, this is one of the first times I've been able to locate you since the show started. Tried finding you for the pre-show meeting, the holiday meal we had catered for everyone... every time I tried cornering you, I'd say you were avoiding me.

HS: Yeah well, yoou cornering me is right up there with coming from behind.

Christian: You're still trying to avoid me giving you your Christmas present, aren't you?

HS: Hey I haven't forgotten that little trick you pulled with that hat with the mistletoe on it!

Christian: Jesus, Mark! How many times do I have to tell you that this present has nothing to do with mistletoe!

HS: Oh yeah, then kindly explain THAT!

Mark points 'down' and the camera shifts to focus below Christian's waistline where there is a belt buckle with a spring of mistletoe attached. The camera scrolls back up to see an impish grin on Christian's face and he shrugs.

Christian: Wishful thinking?

Mark shakes his head with a look of wary disgust on his face before he again looks at Christian who motions for him to follow.

Christian: Either way, c'mon. Now that I found you, I can give you that present.

Christian starts to walk down the hall but turns and finds that Mark hasn't moved. Christian sighs with exasperation and holds his arms out.

Christian: For God's sake! Will you calm down?

HS: Oy! It's Christmas, you plonker! Enough with the God and Jesus stuff, okay?

Mark and Christian look into the camera and both shake their heads before returning to the scene.

Christian: Oh come on! I swear you'll like this!

Mark sighs in resignation and starts to follow him...

HS: You said the same damn thing at midnight on New Year's Eve but you couldn't have been more wrong!

The camera follows the two 'big bosses' as they walk down the hallway, passing various staff members to both the building as well as the SCW itself. They finally come upon the business office used this time as their own personal HQ. Christian opens the office door and holds it open for Mark to enter. "Hot Stuff" steps inside and there on the desk he shares with Christian is a large box, covered in colorful ribbon, and most notably with an airhole cut into the side.

Qurking his brow, Mark gives Christian a look and Christian laughs.

Christian: Relax! It's not a cat! Just open it!

Hot Stuff looks down at the box, ripping the bow from it and tearing at the paper. He looks up at Christian, who nods his encouragingly to him. He pulls open the box and a small woman pops out! Hot Stuff looks at her with shock and surprise, before looking back at Christian.

HS: You got me a midget?

Christian: I got you a personal assistant.

Hot Stuff looks at woman, then back at Christian, his hands out in front of him, looking in disbelief.

HS: It's a freaking midget! I knew you was gonna come up short with this gift, but this takes the piss!

Christian: Mark, this is Miss Minnie.

HS: Well no shit Sherlock, but what's her name?

Christian: That is her name.

HS: She's exactly what they say on the tin, minnie by name, minnie by nature.

Miss Minnie: Hey.

Hot Stuff jumps back at the very high pitched voice from his new personal assistant.

HS: What the fuck was that?!?!?!

Christian: Her voice.

HS: Yeah, but what language? Dolphin?

Christian: I picked her because she fits your favourite things, she's a woman and she's a midget.

Christian looks at Minnie.

Christian: No offense

Miss Minnie: None taken.

The high pitched voice makes Hot Stuff burst out laughing. He rubs his eyes as he turns away. As a few seconds passes, he tries to compose himself and look back at Christian.

HS: I can't take this seriously. I wanted a midget wrestling division, not a short arse on hellium!

Christian: She's a personal assistant.

HS: I'm pretty sure she's good at 'short' hand Christian, but no, I can not deal with this at all. My big toe is bigger than her head! I mean come on!

Miss Minnie: I'm good at what I do.

Hot Stuff burst out laughing again.

HS: I just... I just... I gotta go.

Hot Stuff laughs, tears in his eyes as he walks towards the door. He looks back laughing louder. He leaves the room and Christian lifts her out of the box and too the ground. She follows him out the door.

Miss Minnie: Mr Ward! Mr Ward!

Another loud laugh comes from outside the door.

HS: Stop it! Ya killing me!

The camera cuts to a smiling Christian before fading somewhere elsewhere.

A closeup shot of the special Christmas version of the SCW Roulette wheel is seen on the screen, decorated with colorful garland and Christmas lights. The camera pulls back and the fans watching cheer as the newest addition to the roving reporters, Mz. Holly Wood, is standing alongside the popular tandem of Melody Grace and her bestie, one-half of the Tag Team Champions Despayre.

Holly: Alright girls...

Despayre: I'm not a girl. I'm a boy.

Holly: Figure of speech...

Despayre: Oh.

Despayre nods his head then looks at Melody and they both shrug their shoulders simultaneously with their bottom lips jetted before returning their attentions back to Holly.

Holly: Now, you know how all this works, right?

Despayre and Melody nod eagerly.

Melody: No.

Holly sighs and looks around before whispering into the camera.

Holly: Rocky and Pussy did this on purpose, didn't they? I mean, this is a prank or something?

Holly then backs up a step as a closeup of Despayre's face fills the screen, staring into the lens, and he shifts aside a bit so Melody can do the same thing.

Melody: Who is he talking to?

Despayre: Either the elves or the cameraman. Hi!

Despayre waves enthusiastically and you hear a voice from behind the camera.

Cameraman: Hello!

Despayre and Melody laugh as Holly tries to regain their attention.

Holly: Hey you tw... I mean, hello? Yoo hoo... OY!

Melody and Despayre jump and spin around, with Miss Grace pointing an accusing finger at the reporter/former wrestler.

Melody: You startled us!

Despayre: Yeah! Shame on you! Boy are you gonna get a lump of coal in your stocking!

Holly: Sweetheart, if some man is going to sneak into my home in the middle of night to bring me something to unwrap, I can promise you I won't be disappointed.

The popular tandem stares at Holly with blank looks on their faces before the reporter gestures towards the wheel.

Holly: Aren't you interested in finding out what kind of match you two will be competing in?

They answer with their usual bright smiles and nods and Holly sighs, seemingly relieved.

Holly: Good! We're getting somewhere! Then one of you give this wheel a spin and we'll find out just what holiday stipulation you'll be competing against Caleb Houston and Veronica Taylor in.

Melody hops around to look at Despayre.

Melody: You go ahead and do it!

Despayre: Oh no no no! It's ladies first!

Melody: It's my Christmas present to you.

Despayre: Aw that's awfully waittisithatallyougotme? I mean, I insist!

Melody: No I insist!

Holly: I am about to...!

Then the wheel suddenly starts to spin, startling all three of them and they each glance 'down' and the camera tilts to spot that familiar teddy bear extraordinaire, Angel, dressed up as Santa, at the base of the wheel. Despayre looks to Melody and sighs.

Despayre: I guess he got tired of waiting.

Melody looks down at Angel with squinty eyes and shakes her finger at him as the wheel slows to a stop and everyone looks up to see what stipulation the wheel fell upon...

Melody: Santa's Little Helper!

Despayre: That's us! We can't lose!

Despayre scoops Angel up and he and Melody skip away, leaving a very perplexed Holly staring off after them with jaw wide open. Holly then looks around.

Holly: Did anyone else see that!?

Jacob Summers stands back in the corner of the ring as Justin Decent readies himself to begin the introductions for the next contest.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Mixed Tag Team match is a Santa's Little Helper match!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Introducing first! From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing 217 pounds ... Caleb Houston!

"Expect The Unexpected" by Cassidy ft. Murda Mook hits the PA system. The lights in the arena slowly dim down. As the beat picks up Caleb steps through the curtains. Wearing a Christmas elf costume, complete with red and green hat, billowing shirt and matching loose pants and boots. His head is bowed and focused on the ring in front of him. His arms are hanging down to his sides his hands shaking as he slowly makes his way down to the ring. His stare breaking. As he makes the turn at the bottom of the ramp he removes the hat from his head and tosses it out into the crowd before climbing up the steps. Walking to the center of the apron he grabs the top rope and springs himself into the ring. Once he is in the ring the lights slowly being to turn up. His head is still slightly bent his eyes focused on the crowd as he makes his way around the ring testing the ropes. Making his way to the corner he crouches down and places his right hand on the mat awaiting the beginning of the match.

Adams: Boy he doesn't look happy, does he?

Simone: Well Caleb Houston is a serious competitor. Somehow I don't think dressing up like this is quite his style.

Adams: Psht! Could have been worse! He could have been in the battle royal!

Simone: Touche'!

Justin: His tag team partner represents the Mean Girls!

The crowd immediately starts booing the name.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing 116 pounds ... Veronica Taylor!

"Perfect Exceeder" By Princess Superstar featuring Mason hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. Veronica is clad in a sexy Mrs. Clause outfit, complete with red velvet hat, mini skirt style dress and high heel boots. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena.

"Yeah, that's right, it's the Superstar
Everybody wanna come up when I'm at the bar
All them people wanna try it's like gimme some more
Try a little harder honey I'm like gimme my car
Skip the bra, chill at the spas"

Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss.

Adams: What do you think? Caleb's feelings for Veronica as his partner. Good or bad?

Simone: Well it's not as if he has to talk to her...

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, their opponents are to be accompanied to the ring by Synn and Angel! At a combined weight of 305 pounds, from St. Helena, California and Vancouver, British Columbia respectively ... Melody Grace and Despayre!

The heavy beat of Bob River's "Wreck the Mall" Christmas tune kicks off across the sound system and through the curtains bounds the excitable pair of Melody Grace and Despayre, each clad in their Christmas outfits; Melody in her own Mrs. Clause outfit similar to Veronica's and Despayre in a pair of red and green tights with a matching shirt and hat and curly toe elf shoes.

"Wreck the malls this Christmas season
Fa-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la
Blow your cash for no good reason
Fa-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la
Push your charge card to the limit
Fa-la-la, La-la-la, La-la-la
Checkbook now has nothing in it
Fa-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la"

Each is holding one of Angel's paws between them, the teddy bear still in his Santa outfit, and they skip towards the ring with Synn coming out behind them.

Simone: I'm surprised to see Synn wearing at least a Santa hat like he is.

Adams: When has that guy ever really said 'no' to Despayre before?

"Wreck the malls with my friend Charlie
Fa-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la
Drive to K-Mart on his holly
Fa-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la
Tamper with their muzak system
Fa-la-la, La-la-la, La-la-la
Trade something for Twisted Sister
Fa-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la"

Synn climbs up onto the ring apron first and he holds the ropes open for Melody and Despayre (and Angel!) to climb through the ropes, entering the ring and he soon follows. Despayre and Melody link arms and dosey-doe in the center of the ring with their opposition staring at them and not being able to comprehend what they are seeing. Synn tries his best to corral the tag team partners to their corner with a great deal of difficulty, shepherding them back.

Simone: If Synn thought it was tough to get Despayre focused, try to imagine what he's going through now with Despayre and Melody together on a team.

The camera cuts to the crowd to see Blaque Hart Bruce Evans sitting watching the action.

Simone: Another week and Blaque Hart is in the crowd again, he should be getting ready for his second match later tonight.

Adams: Maybe he's just taking a break Bindy. The guy deserves to put his feet up after that battle royal.

Synn discusses with Melody and Despayre which should begin, with Despayre holding Angel up in the huddle so he too can voice opinions. Across the ring, Veronica holds her hand up in Caleb's face, silencing him and she steps through the ropes to the outside, making the choice for him. Across the ring, Synn sees this and instructs Melody to step outside. Miss Grace pouts as she does so with Synn holding the ropes for her. He then takes Angel from Despayre and climbs to the outside himself. Jacob ensures both teams are ready and he calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

At the sound of the opening bell, both men charge one another! Despayre performs a sudden handspring cartwheel right into a high cross body on Caleb!

1.....
But Caleb kicks out immediately!

Adams: Boy Despy caught Caleb by surprise with that one!

Simone: That's why Caleb Houston has to be careful! You never know what to expect with Despayre in the ring.

Despayre grabs Caleb and goes to send him off into the ropes but Houston reverses it! Despayre comes racing off and Caleb swings for a hard clothesline but Despayre handsprings out of the way, and as Caleb spins around, Despayre connects with a dropkick! Despayre Irish whips him into the ropes and plants his opponent face-first into the canvas with a spinning bulldog! Caleb staggers to his feet, holding his face, and Despayre hits him with a second dropkick. As Caleb stirs on the mat and starts to get up, Despayre races off of the ropes again and dropkicks him right back down. Three more times Caleb tries to get up but Despayre repeats the process, not giving him the chance! Despayre jumps atop of him for another pinfall attempt!

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Caleb kicks out!

Caleb is right back up but Despayre grabs him and snapmares him over, but Caleb fights back, sweeping Despayre's legs right out from under him. Caleb drags him roughly to his feet and bulls him right back into the near corner, taking the wind right out of him.

Adams: Melody is cheering her Despy on!

Simone: And Veronica looks as bored as if she were watching women's golf.

Caleb Irish whips Despayre into the ropes but Despayre leaps over the ropes and lands on the apron. he then uses the top rope as a catapult back inside, sunset flipping Houston over!

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Caleb kicks out!

Despayre pulls Caleb to his feet and tries to pick him up for a body slam but Caleb holds on, blocking it. Despayre tries a second time, but for the second time the well versed grappler is able to prevent it. Caleb then counters with his own, scooping Despayre up and driving the smaller man down into the mat. Wasting no time in following up, Caleb pulls Despayre up and lifts him up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry. Caleb then goes to throw him off, but Despayre lands on his feet. Veronica screeches at Caleb to 'turn around' and he does so, and Despayre doubles him over with a boot to the midsection and he immediately traps him in an Octopus submission hold!

Adams: He might get him! He might get him!

Simone: And here comes Veronica!

Veronica Taylor will not tolerate risking a loss and she comes in to try and break it up, but Despayre's own tag team partner Melody Grace jumps in and sweeps Taylor's legs out from under her! Melody then looks out to the cheering crowd while holding Veronica's legs...

Adams: It's the Giant Swing!

Around and around Veronica goes, and where she stops -- only Melody knows and Taylor lands with a thud! Veronica rolls to the outside as Jacob escorts Melody back to her corner, and finally Caleb breaks the hold, prying Despayre's leg from over his neck and he hiptosses him to the mat.

Simone: Good counter.

Caleb grabs Despayre by his long, black hair and drags him up to his feet. Caleb whips him into the corner and runs in after him but Despayre leap frogs over him into another sunset flip attempt but Caleb drops down onto his shoulders with his knees!

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Despayre uses his legs to pull Caleb down into a pin!

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Caleb rolls back and jumps to his feet, going for a low roundhouse kick but Despayre falls flat to the mat and rolls him up into a schoolboy!

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Caleb kicks out!

Simone: A serious exchange of chain wrestling and pin attempts between these two men!

Despayre Irish whips him into the ropes and leapfrogs over him but Houston puts on the brakes and drops Despayre with an Enzugari to the back of the head!

Adams: Oh he caught Despy! He made that kid flip right over in the air!

But luck is on Despy's side as he lands near enough to his own corner and he extends a hand and Melody tags herself in before Caleb can stop it.

Adams: And `Ronnie has to get in the ring.

Simone: And she is none too pleased about it, either.

Veronica sashays to the center of the ring, meeting Melody face-to-face and she starts jawing at her, pointing at each of their outfits and trash talking Miss Grace!

Adams: Is Veronica actually complaining that they're wearing the same outfit!?

Melody blinks, wide eyed as Veronica lays into her verbally, right until Melody 'Stooge Pokes' the 'Mean Girl' in the eyes, much to the amusement and approval of the fans!

Simone: Well that's one way to shut Veronica Taylor up.

Veronica swings blindly but Melody ducks behind her and brings her down with a quick backslide!

1..... Veronica kicks out!

Melody goes to send her into the ropes but Veronica reverses it and sends her in instead -- and Melody does the 'Ric Flair' somersault out onto the apron. Veronica comes after her but Melody slaps her hard across the face, then takes two handfuls of her hair and slams her face into the corner once, twice, three times!

Adams: Boy Melody is being more aggressive now than we've seen her be in the past!

Simone: Well she and the Mean Girls don't exactly get along, and its even worse when that Mean Girl is Veronica Taylor.

Veronica stumbles back, dazed, and Melody leaps over the ropes, ensnaring Taylor into a head scissors and swinging her down to the mat! Veronica staggers to her feet and Melody jumps on her, clotheslining her right back down! Melody scrambles over on top of Veronica, hooking her near leg for the pin!

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2.....
Veronica kicks out!

Both women return to their feet and Melody lands a forearm shot to the side of Veronica's head, but Taylor fights back, swinging an elbow back into Melody's sternum. Veronica lands an open handed chop to Melody's chin, sending her staggering around into a corner where she grabs two handfuls of her hair and she throws her across the ring the hard way, using her hair as a handle!

Adams: Veronica may not be the most technical Bombshell on the roster but she is effective!

Veronica waits as Melody struggles back to a vertical base and only then does Veronica rush her, only to have Melody cut her off with a boot to the midsection, followed up by a leg-split jawbreaker!

Simone: I can't imagine how much worse those kicks in those high heel Mrs. Clause boots must feel!

Veronica staggers away from her opponent, hurriedly checking her teeth, and Melody runs up from behind and nails a tilt-a-whirl reverse DDT! The back of Veronica's head hits the mat and Melody covers her!

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2.....
Veronica gets her leg over the bottom rope, breaking the count.

Simone: Great ring awareness there by Veronica Taylor.

Adams: You complimented Veronica Taylor? It really is a season of miracles!

Melody grabs Veronica and Irish whips her into the corner, bringing her out with a monkey flip! Veronica staggers back to her feet and falls into the near corner and Melody pounces on her, going for a second monkey flip but Taylor holds onto the ropes and Melody falls back, hitting the back of her head onto the mat!

Simone: That there shows the experience on Veronica Taylor's part -- and yes, Jason! I know I just made it two in a row!

Melody rolls around on the mat, holding her head, as Despayre looks on with concern. Veronica drops down on her, straddling her waist and she slaps her back and forth across the face with both hands as Melody tries shielding herself. Veronica then grabs two handfuls of Miss Grace's long hair and slams the back of her head into the mat while Jacob counts against her!

1...
2...
3...
4...

Veronica breaks and holds her hands up innocently, arguing with the official when Melody pulls her back into a sunset flip!

1.....
2.....
Veronica kicks out!

Melody rolls over onto her stomach but Veronica is right on her back in a modified camel clutch, pulling on her hair again! Jacob again counts against her but Veronica just counts along with him in an arrogant manner!

1...
2...
3...
4...

Veronica breaks long enough to slam Melody's face into the mat twice, using her hair again. Veronica throws her over onto her back and covers her, not bothering to hook a leg.

1.....
2.....
Melody kicks out!

Veronica grabs her by the hair and pulls her to her feet, doubling her over with a kick to the belly. Veronica then sets her into position for a piledriver...!

Simone: If Veronica hits this, it'll be all over for Melody Grace!

Veronica tries to lift her, but Melody blocks it, then counters with a backdrop, throwing Veronica Taylor up and over! Melody falls to her knees and starts to crawl towards her corner with Despayre extending his hand for the tag but Veronica manages to grab her by the foot, stopping her! Veronica manages to stand up and she has both of her legs and falls back for a slingshot, but Melody somersaults over on the mat, jumps back up and dropkicks Veronica Taylor! Melody then scrambles over to her corner and gets the tag!

Adams: And the elves are back in!

Before Despayre can get into the ring, Caleb is right over as fast as he can, dragging the Tag Champion through the ropes and inside of the ring! Caleb grabs him in a double underhook chickenwing and drives first one knee, and then the other, up into Despayre's exposed head! Caleb then brings him up and over with a suplex maneuver, driving him hard into the mat!

Simone: Caleb realizes he can't go easy on Despayre and he is taking it right to the champion!

Caleb goes for the cover!

1.....
2.....
Despayre arches his back and slides right out from under Caleb Houston, leaving his opponent startled!

Despayre leapfrogs over Caleb's back for a sunset flip but Caleb blocks it and drags the smaller man from under him up to his feet! Despayre proceeds to stomp on his foot and headbutts Houston right between the eyes, staggering both men! Despayre shakes it off and runs into the ropes, coming off for a spinning high cross body but Caleb counters and turns it into a tilt-a-whirl back breaker across his knee!

Simone: One of Despayre's favorite maneuvers and Caleb had it scouted!

Caleb dumps him to the mat and covers him!

1.....
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Despayre kicks out!

Veronica screeches into the ring to the referee to count faster, as Caleb pulls Despayre into a seated position and swings his forearm around into his face twice! Caleb pulls him to his feet and goes to send him into the near corner but Despayre reverses it and races in after him but Caleb cuts him off with a roundhouse kick right to the face!

Adams: Holy sh... what a shot!

Despayre goes down like he was shot and Caleb covers him a second time, hooking both legs!

1.....
2.....
Despayre gets his shoulder up!

Caleb drags Despayre to the center of the ring by his leg and turns him over into a single leg crab. Caleb twists his leg and knee, as Jacob asks Despayre if he wants to give up but Despayre shakes his head in the negative.

Adams: They'll never get Despy to quit. They have names for people who quit. They call them quitters!

Simone: Don't you ever let them call you that, Jason. You have them stick to 'idiot'!

Despayre starts to crawl towards the ropes, trying to get the hold broken, and he reaches with his arm but Caleb uses his own arm to hook that one of Despayre's, blocking the attempt as Veronica applauds smugly!

Simone: Very wise tactics there by Caleb Houston!

Caleb then pulls him right back and turns the half crab into an STF, again attempting for a submission! Melody cries into the ring for 'her Despy' to fight as Caleb cinches the hold in, not letting Despayre any room to get loose! The referee again checks for a possible submission when Caleb starts shouting in pain!

Adams: Despy's biting him!

Indeed Despayre is sinking his teeth into Caleb's forearm, forcing the hold to be broken unwillingly! Jacob tries to get Despayre to stop biting but is unable as Caleb gets to his feet, still yelling in pain as Despayre continues chomping down on his limb! Despayre lets go at last and wipes his mouth as Caleb grabs his arm, and Despayre jumps on his back and starts waylaying on his head with his small fist! Caleb loses his balance and falls to the mat on his knees, where Despayre pulls him back up and fires him off into the ropes but Caleb comes off with a float-over DDT!

Simone: It's over!

Caleb rolls him over onto his back and covers him!

1.....
2.....
3 - No! Despayre arches his back, taking his shoulders up off of the mat!

Caleb brings a fist down into Despayre's belly, ending the bridge. Caleb pulls him up and Irish whips him into the corner and dashes in, going for a spear -- but Despayre moves and Caleb goes through the turnbuckles and hits the corner post!

Adams: That could have separated his shoulder!

Simone: Despayre needs to get to his corner and make the tag!

Caleb slowly staggers back, bent at the waist and holding his arm -- and Despayre comes flying off the ropes and hits a cartwheel bomb!

Simone: What the hell was that!?

Adams: Can't you read? It was a cartwheel bomb!

Both men are on the mat, hurt and winded as Jacob starts to count!

1...
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5...
6...
7...

Caleb gets to his corner first and extends his hand, tagging Veronica!

Simone: Veronica is back in!

And Despayre tags Melody!

Adams: And here comes Melly!

Melody is right over, grabbing Veronica by the hair and flipping her over the ropes and into the match the hard way! Melody drags her up and calls out to the cheering fans and she proceeds to snapmare a screaming Veronica over by the hair three straight times!

Simone: Melody is paying Veronica back for that earlier attack on her hair!

Melody pulls her to her feet but Veronica quickly brings her momentum to a halt with a rake of the eyes. Melody staggers, blinded, and Veronica grabs her by the hair and takes her down into a back breaker maneuver! Veronica stands over Melody, her feet on her hair, and she grabs her arms and pulls, tearing at Miss Grace's scalp as Jacob counts!

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2...
3...
4...

Veronica stops her before she gets disqualified, but then reaches for her arms again and Melody uses her legs to roll her up!

1.....
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Veronica kicks out!

Veronica gets to her feet and Melody pounces on her with a Thesz press, taking her down and Melody is all over her with lefts and rights!

Simone: Melody Grace is taking out all of her recent frustrations out on Veronica Taylor!

Adams: It sucks to be a Mean Girl right about now!

Melody drags Veronica up by the hair and tosses her across the ring, and as Taylor staggers to her unsteady legs, Melody jumps up on her and brings her right back down with a Hurricanrana into a cover!

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2.....
3 - No! Veronica gets her shoulder up!

The crowd then boos as a new presence is seen arriving at ringside.

Simone: Why the hell is Amanda Cortez out here?

Adams: Rooting for her teammate I guess?

Despayre starts to protest to Jacob about the new arrival as Melody pulls Veronica to her feet. Melody goes to send her into the corner but Veronica reverses it and she immediately presses her boot into her opponent's throat, choking her as the official counts!

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2...
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4...

Veronica breaks and then goes back on the attack, but Melody grabs her and pulls her back into the corner and SHE starts choking VERONICA!

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Jacob pries Melody off of Veronica! Melody goes back after her when Veronica pulls her legs out from under her and jackknifes her for the cover!

Adams: Her feet are on the ropes!

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Jacob sees veronica using the ropes for leverage and immediately stops the count!

An irate Veronica Taylor is right in Jacob's face, arguing with the official! Melody seeks to take advantage and she runs into the ropes -- when Amanda hooks her ankle and trips her, causing Melody to hit the mat! The crowd boos as Melody slowly stands up, stunned, and she quickly leans through the ropes and grabs Amanda by the hair and Veronica rolls her up from behind into a schoolboy with a handful of tights!

1.....

Despayre tries to come in to help and Caleb dashes in and cuts him off with a spear!
3!

Simone: DAMN IT!

Veronica rolls out of the ring right away and Amanda raises her arm in victory as the crowd boos!

Justin: Here are your winners ... Veronica Taylor and Caleb Houston!

Caleb joins Veronica and Amanda though the two Mean Girls keep their distance while Despayre and Synn check on a tearful Melody inside of the ring.

Simone: Thanks to Amanda Cortez, Melody's big wish to team with Despayre has been spoiled with a painful loss!

****RECORDED SATURDAY 20TH DECEMBER****

We find our way backstage to see Spike Staggs standing by with Vixen. The crowd bursts into cheers at the sight of this as Spike is adding the final touches to his suit, staring at himself in the mirror. He forces a smile upon his face just before the door to the locker room bursts open quickly. ASW Star, Tim Staggs, nearly bounces up and down in excitement as he looks to his father.

Tim: Dad! The crowd is going mad out there. Are you nervous, or is it just me?

Spike roughly ties a silver tie together as he looks up at his son's reflection.

Spike: Nervous? Why would I be nervous?

Tim: You're about to be inducted into the SCW Hall of Fame! That's gotta be nerve wrecking!

Vixen watches as Spike fiddles with his tie, his attention more on Timmy than the tie. Moving between Spike and the mirror, she lightly smacks his fingers away and then slowly begins to fix the tie.

Vixen: Your father doesn't have to be nervous, he deserves this and he will be out there to accept that award and look good doing it.

She chuckles at the last comment as she flattens his now fixed tie and leans up to kiss his lips. Her dark cherry lipstick leaves a light stain on his lips which only makes Vixen smile before she rubs a fingertip across them to remove the lipstick. Her voice lowers slightly, her comment for Spike alone.

Vixen: There, you are ready for tonight my love. Best looking man here if you ask me.

Spike smirks, but has to rethink his next course of action with his son standing right there. Instead, he opts for another kiss as he looks into Vixen's eyes, deep as oceans.

Spike: I appreciate that, but I think some might disagree with that statement, considering our fellow inaugural inductee??? Actually??? with everything going on, I feel like I could use a moment alone. I hope you two don't mind, it's just???

Picking up on his unspoken thought, Vixen smiles then moves towards Timmy and slides her arm through his and gives him a smile.

Vixen: Of course my love. Timmy, think you and I could maybe go and see what they have at catering???I just got a sudden craving for something to nibble on. I guess the twins are hungry.

Resting her hand over her now visible bump, she begins to guide Timmy to the door with a wink as she mouths "love you" in Spike's direction. Stepping into the hallway, the pair begin to head down the corridor towards catering. Turning the corner, Vixen stops in her tracks as she sees Delia in their way. Swallowing the flash of anger, she moves forward once more, intent on trying to ignore the Bombshell champion.

Delia: Oh??? I did not realize z'ey let just anyone backstage z'ese days??? Timmy, darling!

Delia glares at Vixen as she holds her arms up in the air. Tim is rather uncomfortable with the given situation as he picks up on Vixen's inner anger. Delia places her hands on his shoulder as she kisses his right cheek, then his left, with him reluctantly returning the favor.

Tim: Um??? hey Delia. We were just???

Delia scoffs as she brushes past Timmy, clearly uninterested in whatever it is that he has to say. Instead, she steps just in front of Vixen, uncrossing her arms and placing her hands on her hips.

Delia: Have you received z'e bill I sent you for z'e cleaning I had to give z'e Bombshell Championship? It was not cheap, I assure???

Delia flips her hair over her shoulder, letting it linger for a second as she studies Vixen closely, rolling an eye at her.

Vixen sighs sarcastically as she shakes her head at the posturing from Delia. Before she can finish her comment, Vixen reaches over and pats Timmy's shoulder.

Vixen: It's not like she cares about anyone but herself Timmy but we already knew that by the way she uses people like your little sister and you. But that is definitely Delia's MO isn't it ma cherie?

Turning her eyes back to Delia, all pretense of likeability leaves Vixen's face. Rolling her neck slightly, Vixen tilts her head and smiles coldly.

Vixen: And her lack of being grateful is also sooo Delia. It's hashtag Sorry not sorry right Deelz? What, no thank you for the woman that raised you to the heights you have achieved, the one that pushed you to even try to be a champion like me. Just think, only have to win the other two titles to even say you have triple crowned the championships. Wait, are you going to say that doesn't matter because you have the Bombshell championship. Or are you going to say that I am nothzing???

Vixen lets her natural Quebecois French accent deepen as she mocks Delia.

Vixen: It is tres amusant that you seem to think you are the be all and end all of the bombshell division. When you can claim all the NOTHZING I have achieved, then we will chat. Maybe if you are able to hold MY title until I return, then you will be the victim, I mean challenge as I win my fourth Bombshell championship.

Delia stares on with contempt as she looks down into Vixen's eyes. Her tongue traces the inside of her cheek before she tilts her head back and chuckles. She waves a hand at Vixen as if to dismiss what she is saying as a joke.

Delia: Oh, Vixen, don't be absurd??? It was Veronica who said z'at you have accomplished no'sing. I would never say somes'ing so foolish. No, what you have accomplished is??? for lack of better words??? amazing.

Delia looks down to the belt that is propped upon her shoulder, pushing it up a bit closer to Vixen for posturing as she forces hot breath onto it, removing a smudge.

Delia: One day, if I feel like it, I might just become a Triple Crown champion. But, I want to allow you to have your moment. Heaven knows you won't have many more wi's z'e twins coming???

With her eyes narrowed, Vixen leans in close to Delia only to lightly rub the title.

Vixen: Don't worry Delia, when I return I will have some many more moments. And the first I am looking forward to is taking back what is mine.

Chuckling as she leans back and puts her arm through Timmy's again, Vixen moves away from Delia, dragging Timmy slightly.

Vixen: Thanks by the way for the compliment Delia???See you won't explode if you actually used a nice word for anyone. Glad to see that even you can mellow once in a while. But if you will excuse us, I suddenly lost my appetite and think I want to go back to the locker room Timmy so I can rest a little.

Delia watches through narrowed eyes herself, though she has an arrogant smirk over her lips as she softly chuckles under her breath. As the two take a few steps away from Delia, she clears her throat before speaking once more.

Delia: Don't worry, darling??? I will still have z'is title when you get back, and I do hope you try to take it from me. A few people still s'ink my win was a fluke, but when it happens twice??? and it will??? z'ey will have no choice but to believe I am z'e best to ever hold z'is belt. I don't need two or s'ree reigns to prove I am z'e best. One nice and lengs'y reign will do just fine??? Oh, perhaps we should do Lamaze togez'er???

Delia places two fingers over her lips as she giggles playfully. She watches as Vixen comes to a stop, but Timmy continues to usher her along this time. He looks back with a bit of contempt in his eyes as he and Vixen disappear around the corner. Delia shrugs her shoulders with a wicked smirk on her face.

Delia: I do hope z'at I don't put on z'at kind of baby weight when I start to show???

Delia shudders at the thought as she continues on her path, walking out of the shot as we fade elsewhere.

"Do it like a dude" by Jessie J starts to play over the sound system as the camera pans around the arena showing the S.C.W. fans hold their signs for them. The fans look towards the entrance with not much booing or cheering as they probably have no idea who is coming out. A few seconds of nothing and then finally out walks Kimberly Evans. Wife of Blaque Hart Bruce Evans and current Arizona State Wrestling Women's Champion. She stands at the top of the entrance for a few seconds with a huge smile on her face as the arena suddenly fills with boos. Kimberly is wearing tight wight jeans, a pink blouse with "QUEEN" worded across the front of it in black, and white pumps. Her hair is tied back in a ponytail and the A.S.W. Women's title is draped over her right shoulder. She begins her walk down the aisle and towards the six sided ring completely ignoring the rude things being shouted at her by the S.C.W. fans. She walks up the ring steps and enters the ring through the middle rope as she then walks around the ring waving proudly her newly won title. Her theme music cuts out an the fans start "You Can't Wrestle" chants as she just smiles. She is handed a microphone by a member of the S.C.W. staff as she walks around the ring for a few more seconds showing off her title. She walks to the middle of the ring and holds the microphone to her mouth

KE: NEVER SAY NEVER!

The place erupts into boos as she holds the microphone out towards the crowd and begins to laugh. Adjusting the title over her shoulders she continues

KE: Kimberly you're too old. Kimberly you don't have enough training. Kimberly those other women are going to embarrass you. With all of that said, the last thing I heard at the end of the night last Thursday is Kimberly you are the first ever Arizona State Wrestling Women's Champion!

The boos and "You Can't Wrestle" chants pick up even louder as Kimberly pauses and walks around the ring showing off her prized possession to the people in the front

KE: See, that kind of confuses me. I mean for someone who can't wrestle. This here title sure does look good draped over me shoulders, or even better around me waist, hold on...

Kimberly takes the title from over her shoulder and places it around her thing waist, clipping it together to keep it locked. With the chants still going she just stands there with a cocky grin on her face

KE: I don't really care what you people think about me. I could care less. All that matters is that I will go down in history as the first, the FIRST EVER A.S.W. Women's World Champion. So you have that right to sit there and say what you want. The price of admission for these shows gives you that right. You have the right to cheer for me if you want, and the right to boo me until your vocal cords are ruined. It's what makes this country great. Freed....

Kimberly is cut off as "Points of Authority" by Linkin Park blasts over the speakers and right away from the back walks out Bruce Evans. The place is full of even more boos as he approaches the top of the stage. Bruce is wearing black jean shorts, black boots, a plain white tee under a black leather jacket, and his hair in a ponytail. He has a bouquet of red roses with him and a smile on his face. He grabs a microphone from the left pocket of his jacket and taps the top of it as his music fades. The camera focuses on a visibly angry Kimberly as Bruce looks around waiting for the crowd volume to die down

BHBE: Now Kimberly I know last week was an absolutely amazing week for you. Hell it was for me as well. You made history baby. You did what the people said you couldn't do. You shut up all the haters and you realized a dream.

Bruce slowly begins walking towards the ring still talking as inside the ring Kimberly walks around, she looks so uncomfortable

BHBE: Last week was also a bad week for us personally. You walked out on me. You didn't answer my calls at all. Rather I called from my number, a blocked number, or a friends number. I get it Kim, I really do. You were mad at me and after being alone for a week I had some time to think about my actions.

Bruce walks up the ring steps but stops and stands there, not entering the ring as Kimberly with her hands signals him to stand back

BHBE: See I am a man. I am like most men Kimberly. I have my pride. It's a silly game we men all over the world play of out doing the next men. It's a competition to see who's ego can stand the tallest. Now what I said to your boss last week. It was wrong. I shouldn't have said it, I could have seriously jeopardized your career, and for that baby... I am sorry!

The fans begin booing louder as Bruce places a hand of the ropes about to enter, Kimberly walks over to him and yells something at him as she holds her microphone to her side not wanting the people to hear their conversation. Bruce enters the ring as Kimberly tells him again not to come near her. He backs up and gives her space

BHBE: Baby, all I'm out here for is to ask for your forgiveness. I was stupid. I was a fool. I realized over the past week that my life without you isn't a life worth living. Please take these roses as a token of my affection and appreciation for all that you do for me, and for all you do for our family.

Bruce walks closer towards Kimberly and she takes a step back. He holds the roses out towards her and begins saying something to her again which is not picked up by either of their microphones. He gets down on one knee with the roses and looks up at Kimberly. The look on his face very sincere

BHBE: Look Kimberly, I'm sorry baby. Please come home. Please? xx

Bruce takes one of Kimberly's hands but she yanks it from him. She walks around the ring rubbing her title belt before walking back over to Bruce, who is still on one knee

KE: Bruce. You won't my forgiveness? You know me. You know what a BITCH I can be. You know that it takes a lot to piss me off though, and you know which buttons not to push. But you go and push them anyways. Bruce you embarrassed me in front of my boss Mr. J.J. Dixon.

Kimberly pauses as the fans acknowledge J.J. with a mixed reaction

KE: But I am still your wife Bruce. I love you. I honestly do. But if you want my forgiveness there's something I want you to do for me.

Bruce gets up to his feet and shakes his head in an agreeing tone

BHBE: Anything baby, you name it.

Kimberly looks around the crowd chanting "He's a P****" she can't help but to laugh a little as Bruce begins yelling back at the crowd. Kimberly snaps her fingers to regain his attention

KE: Over here honey. If you really, truly, deeply are sorry and want me to forgive you. Then you will come to Arizona State Wrestling this week. This Thursday Night, Christmas Night.... And publicly apologize to me boss Mr. J.J. Dixon.

The crowd pops as Bruce walks around contemplating. Kimberly stands there with the microphone waiting for Bruce's reaction. As the crowd noise dies down Bruce begins to speak, with a very uneasy expression on his face

BHBE: I...... I will be at A.S.W. this Thursday!

"You're a p****" chants pick up as Bruce attempts to hand the roses to Kimberly. She puts a hand out rejecting them. Bruce looks completely humiliated

KE: You WILL be there this Thursday. You WILL apologize to him this Thursday. So until then, keep these people little roses. And I.... I will see you Thursday!

Kimberly drops her microphone as "Do it like a Dude" blasts over the speakers. She unstraps her A.S.W. Women's title from around her waist as she walks around the ring holding it up to a chorus of boos from the fans. She then exits the ring and begins walking towards the back. Before she exits, she looks back at Bruce in the ring and blows him a seductive kiss. Bruce walks around the ring with the roses as the fans continue shouting obscene comments towards him. He puts the roses down in the center of the ring and then puts his microphone down next to it. He exits the ring with a distraught look on his face and with his head down walks to the back

The camera cuts in to Christian and Mark in their private viewing room talking amongst themselves. Christian leans back relaxed as Mark leans in telling a story of his recent "conquest".

HS: I'm telling ya, you should have seen her man. California Dime I swear.

Christian: No kiddin', huh?

HS: Oh no lie. I swear she comes up to me and tells me that her friend and her are visiting Vegas and...

Suddenly Sephiroth du Lac steps behind Mark as Christian's eyes widen. Mark slowly stops talking as he looks at Christian's face.

HS: Dude, what's wrong? You look like you seen a ghost.

Seph: Forgive my interruption, gentlemen.

Mark shoots up knocking over the coffee table as Christian just leans back. Mark grabs at his chest breathing in sudden surprise.

HS: What the hell, man?!

Seph only smiles as Christian stands putting a hand on Mark's shoulder.

Christian: Take it easy, man.

HS: How the fuck did you get in here?!

Seph just smiles politely as Christian steps in front.

Christian: What do you want, Du Lac?

Seph: Oh' pay me no heed, gentlemen. I merely wish to thank you for this wonderful opportunity and to honor you with a gift.

Seph raises both hands revealing two wine bottles covered in dust save for a freshly tied bow around them.

Seph: Two bottles of Chteau Lafite Rothschild Pauillac. A 96 vintage known as "The King's wine". It's a dark vintage with hints of mint and black current. I find it's quite silky and leaves just the right lingering after taste, a ghost to haunt the taste buds as it were. For you, Merry Christmas.

The two co-owners look at each other curiously then at the bottles presented. Christian reaches out first taking it into his hands. Mark then looks at Seph leaning back a little creeped out only to grab the bottle away quickly as Seph just bows politely.

Christian: Uh.. thanks.

HS: Y-yeah.

Seph: I shall take my leave then, Gentlemen. I hope you'll be watching. The festivities have only just begun.

With that Seph turns and walks away as the two just look at each other then at the bottles shrugging.

HS: Think it's okay?

Christian: Only one way to find out.

The two just smile then look back at the bottles both nodding as we cut away.

Santa: HO! HO! HOOOO!

The crowd cheers as the music plays, as reindeer file through the curtains, carrying a sleigh with Drexel Matheson dressed as Santa Claus. The sleigh is decorated in barbed wire and crushed glass bulbs. Drexel Matheson bangs his head to the music as the reindeer carry him down to the edge of the ramp before he signals for them to turn around, allowing the sleigh to face backward.

Justin Decent: The following contest is a Santa's Sleigh match! Much like an Ambulance Match, the winner must knock his opponent unconscious and dispose of him into the sleigh, allowing Santa to exit backstage. The winner will be advancing to the finals of the Roulette Championship tournament at SCW Inception!

Crowd: *POP!*

Justin Decent: Introducing first, hailing from The Encephalon, standing at 6 feet 1 inch, and weighing in at 244 pounds, he is... DRRRRRRRRRRRRREXELLLLL MAAAAAAAAAAATHESSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOON!!!

The music dies down as the arena lights dim. The music of Hanz Zimmer "My Enemy" begins to play, the crowd look towards the entrance ramp in anticipation, the curtain is pulled aside by the sociopathic loner known as Matheson. He stands in front of the entrance with his arms raised up to his side, glancing around at the audience in attendance whilst doing so. Matheson then looks over to the sleigh with a sadistic smirk on his face, staring there for a moment as "Santa" taunts him. Matheson lowers his arms and begins his slow walk towards the ring, sliding inside. He stands up and rubs his hands together as he watches on toward the ramp.

The arena goes pitch black and the crowd begins to buzz when the opening chords of "Mutherfucker Of The Year" by Motley Crue blasts over sound system and the crowd jumps to it's feet. When the music kicks into gear the lights come back on as The Notorious Alex Kaelin steps out from behind the curtain and basks in his glory as the crowd is mixed between women screaming for him and the men heckling him. Some of the fans along the aisle leading to the ring flip him off and try to get under his skin while some of the women damn near faint as they reached out and touch his chiseled body. Either way he seems very unfazed and focused on the task at hand, which is beating the shit out of the poor soul waiting for him in that ring.

Justin Decent: Aaaaaaaaand his opponent... from Las Vegas, Nevada, standing at 6 feet 4 inches, and weighing in at 240 pounds, he is... ALLLLLLLLLLLEX KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAELINNNN!!!

Slowly he crawls onto the ring apron and holds onto the ropes, looking back over his shoulder at the crowd as he shouts at them "I'm the motherfucking best!" and then steps between the ropes and into the ring. He jumps towards the corner, one foot on the second rope and the other on the top rope. Taking off his black shirt that has the sleeves cut off, it say's "Sinners are Winners" On the front in bold white letters and takes it off, much to the delight of the ladies in attendance before throwing it in the face of some fat guy in the front row and flipping him off. As he jumps down from the top turnbuckle, he leans back in the corner and waits for the ref to start the fucking match.

DING! DING! DING!

Alex Kaelin stares across the ring, locking on a deep, intense stare with Drexel Matheson. Both men talk trash as they walk toward the center of the ring. They are both tensed up and ready to fight, but in a show of dominance, they get nose to nose, sputtering in each other's faces. Alex tilts his head back and spits in Drexel's eye. With the distraction, Alex rams his fist into Drexel's head three consecutive times, sending Drexel reeling back into the ropes. As he rebounds, Kaelin picks him up for a Scoop Slam, sending him crashing against the mat.

Adams: The Notorious one starting things off with a bang, but Drexel Matheson is not going to give up this fight.

Simone: If he did, he wouldn't be this far into the tournament for the Roulette title shot. Oh, that had to hurt!

As Kaelin leans down to pick Drexel up, he rolls back with a kick to Kaelin's head. As he stumbles back, Drexel shuffles back to his feet. He bounces off of the ropes and goes right for Kaelin, but Kaelin picks Drexel up and puts him right back flat on the mat with a Spinebuster that shakes the ring. The crowd gasps and boos as Kaelin looks around with an arrogant expression on his face. He reaches down and slowly picks Drexel back up. He hooks his arm around Drexel's neck and then crashes to the ground with a DDT. Drexel rolls around holding his head.

Simone: Kaelin is really taking it to Matheson, and it looks like Matheson is really struggling to mount an offense.

Adams: Well he'd better start before the champ makes this his easiest win ever. Look at him picking Drexel apart in there.

He picks Drexel up once more and wraps his arm behind Drexel to set up for a bulldog. As he does, Drexel powers out and sends Kaelin flying into the ropes. Drexel bounces off of the other side and leaps up for what initially looks like a Hurricanrana, but he turns it into a Dropkick that sends Kaelin back to the ropes. As he stumbles forward, Drexel goes for a low Shoulder Block to Kaelin's knee, taking him down to the knees. Drexel grits his teeth and connects with a Headbutt. He grabs onto Kaelin's head and goes for a bare knuckle punch, but Kaelin surprises him, taking him down with a Fireman's Carry. Kaelin lays in a couple of kicks for good measure before going for the nearest corner. He climbs up to the second rope and prepares for a Leg Drop, but Drexel quickly rises up and rips Kaelin from the top rope. He spins around and drops him with a Spinebuster, following it up with a leg drop of his own.

Simone: Quick thinking by Drexel Matheson there. That's just the right mindset for a possible new Roulette Champion.

Adams: Bollocks. Drexel's gotta do a lot more than just find lucky openings to play in the big leagues. He's gotta step it up and live up to the hype he gives himself. It's time to prove it.

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW! SCW! SCW!!

Drexel gets up and gets the crowd riled up for the contest to continue. They continue to chant as Drexel pumps his arm. Once he has circled around the ring, he stalks Kaelin who is slowly getting up. He measures him up and charges at Kaelin with a Shining Wizard, only for Alex to duck it. As Drexel rebounds, Kaelin spins him around and kicks him in the gut. He wraps his arm around Drexel's neck and hits a Snap Suplex to the mat. Instinctively he starts to go for a cover, but stops himself.

Simone: There are no pinfalls or submissions in this match. The only way to win is to drag your opponent up the ramp, and throw him into the back of Santa's Sleigh and, send Santa off on his Merry little way.

As if he hears Belinda, Alex picks Drexel up by the shorts and starts to drag him toward the ropes. Drexel trips him up and sets his head onto the second rope. He ascends the corner and comes crashing down with a Guillotine Leg Drop. Kaelin rolls around grabbing onto his neck as the fans go crazy with cheers. Drexel drags him to the center of the ring and then dashes over to the ropes. He leaps up and goes for a Moonsault, but Kaelin moves out of the way. Drexel lands on his feet, stumbling back a few steps. As Kaelin gets up, Drexel runs forward with a Bulldog attempt that Kaelin reverses into a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam. Both men appear to be just a little winded, but neither lets it stop them as they get up to their feet. Kaelin tries to tempt Drexel forward by waving at him, but Drexel mutters under his breath at him instead. They both meet in the middle of the ring in a fierce lock up power struggle.

Adams: The fans seemed to like this one until Kaelin got the upper hand. I guess his strategy with the fans is working. Drexel's starting to look weak out there.

Kaelin smiles as he lifts a knee into Drexel's gut. Drexel rams a fist into Kaelin's side. Kaelin hits an uppercut, and Drexel leans down for a shoulder strike to Kaelin's gut. As they continue on with their battle, each backing the other one up a few steps, Kaelin hits two consecutive solid knees to Drexel's gut, and then he shoves his head between his legs. He lifts Drexel up into a Powerbomb. Drexel holds on and he powers down with a punch that causes Kaelin to stumble back. He goes for another, but Kaelin smacks him hard onto the mat, folding him in half. The audience goes silent as Kaelin taunts them all. He points down to Drexel laying on the mat and he drags him over toward the ropes again. He tries to get Drexel outside once more, but Drexel grounds his weight. As Kaelin lifts him up, Drexel trips him up to the outside and the audience cheers.

Simone: The action is spilling to the outside now as Kaelin pounds on the concrete! The fans seem to be enjoying his anger.

Adams: And Drexel Matheson is as well. He is pumping up the crowd, running around the ring like an idiot??? What the???!

After pumping the crowd up, Drexel comes flying off of the opposite ropes with a Baseball Slide to Kaelin. He watches as Kaelin gets back up, and then he goes flying to the outside with a Flying Cross Body Splash that seems to hurt him more than Kaelin. The crowd goes insane as both men roll around on the outside. The referee slides out of the ring with them to check on both men. Drexel crawls over a bit to rest against the ring steps. He takes a deep breath as Kaelin pulls himself up with the apron. Kaelin limps for a second before dashing over and kneeing Drexel's head against the steps. Kaelin picks up the top of the ring steps and lays Drexel's head down against it with a sadistic smile on his face. He talks trash as he raises up the ring steps high in the air.

Adams: Bloody hell! He's going to smash open Drexel's skull right here! There's no way Drexel will walk out the winner of this one.

Simone: There's no way he will be walking out of here at all, Jason. He will be primed up for the sleigh ride.

As Kaelin slams the stairs down, Drexel moves out of the way at the last second. He pulls himself up onto the barricade slowly, shaking out the cobwebs in his head. He takes a deep breath and charges forward, just as Kaelin is charging with the steps. Drexel hits him with a Dropkick that sends him stumbling backward, dropping the stairs in the process. Drexel charges forward, running up the steps with a Flying Lariat, but Kaelin grabs him in mid flight, and drops him down across the ring steps. Drexel crumbles and rolls off of the steps and onto the cold concrete. Kaelin isn't done yet as he picks Drexel back up and hits a German Suplex toward the stairs, but Drexel rolls out of it, slowly crawling away from Kaelin and the sleigh.

Simone: How is Drexel still moving? If nothing else, this man is resilient!

Drexel inches his way about ten feet from Kaelin when he makes it back to his feet. He limps over near the announcers table before Kaelin stops him, running him into the ring post. Drexel bounces off and Kaelin goes to pound Drexel's head into the corner, but Drexel kicks back and returns the favor to Kaelin. They battle back and forth as Drexel bangs Kaelin's head into the announcers table. Kaelin charges him forward with a Spear into the ring apron. He hooks his arm around Drexel's neck and lifts him up for a hanging vertical suplex.

Adams: Oh no! We might hafta call for a new table here in a minute! Look out!

As they begin to scramble, Drexel swings backward and lands on his feet, perched on the announcers table. Their shuffling can be heard once more as they sigh with relief. Drexel leaps forward with a Tornado DDT to Kaelin that lands them both on the ground once more, chests heaving against the cold concrete. As Drexel rolls over, his head is bleeding right at his hairline. He tries to crawl, but he collapses. As Kaelin gets up to one knee, you can see he is also busted open. The blood, while not profuse, streams down their faces as they pull themselves up to continue. Matheson crawls over to Kaelin and lays in a forearm club to his back. He goes for another, but Kaelin slips away and underneath the ring. As Drexel lifts up the curtain, Kaelin's boot crashes into his face. As Drexel stumbles backward, a table comes sliding out from under the ring. Alex cracks Drexel over the head a few times before he leans down to set the table up.

Adams: Looks like we're still gonna see a table victimized tonight. At least our table is okay. These tables ain't cheap!

Simone: If I were Kaelin, I wouldn't have done that. Drexel has always been quite fond of tables, I've heard. This one just might backfire on Kaelin, and cost him his championship match at Inception.

Kaelin picks Drexel up in a Float-Over Suplex, bringing him back, but Drexel flips off, steadying himself on the table. He goes for a kick, but Kaelin turns around and grabs his foot. He shoves Drexel back, and Drexel jumps over to the ring apron. Kaelin jumps up and the two trade punches, each trying to avoid taking the plunge. Kaelin rakes the eyes, and Drexel stumbles up a bit. Drexel charges forward blindly, bashing Kaelin into the ring post. Kaelin hold his back and Drexel wraps his hands around Kaelin's neck. He growls outloud as he lifts him up for???

Simone: Enlightenment! Through the table!

Adams: This one's over. Drexel is headed to Inception for the finals!

Drexel holds Kaelin up in the air, ready to drop him when he wiggles his way free. He boots Drexel in the gut and then Snapmare's Drexel over and onto the table. He leaps down and lays in several punches to Drexel's face, laying in a few clubbed forearms for good measure. He jumps onto the apron and eyes Drexel lying there motionless. He climbs up to the top rope, and he hesitates there for a moment. He looks down to Drexel once more and then to the rafters, as if saying his prayers. He stands up tall as the audience boos and he smirks as he leaps off with a Legdrop, crashing down on Drexel and through the table. Both men lay there motionless as the crowd goes into a frenzy.

Simone: Both men are down, and this should be over. Unfortunately, both men are far away from the ambulance.

Adams: It doesn't matter. This match has just been taken to an all-new level! That was a real risk for Alex Kaelin, and I'm not sure if it paid off.

Alex rolls off of Drexel, and he drags his limp body about ten feet closer to the sleigh. He gets tired of dragging him, and he picks Drexel up, stumbling around a little bit. Drexel flails faintly for a short moment before giving up. Alex carries Drexel closer to the sleigh, Drexel surprises everyone by kicking forward, and bringing Kaelin down against the ramp with a Bulldog. Drexel gets up to his knees and crawls a few feet back. He stumbles to his feet and holds his arm in the air as the fans cheer. He holds onto his ribs for a moment. As Kaelin rolls over, Drexel runs to the barricade and leaps up onto it. As he does so, he flips back with a Moonsault that connects and the fans cheer even louder. He rolls back and grabs onto Kaelin's arm. He drags him back toward the sleigh, grunting as he does so. Once he is back to it, he unlatches the door and the Christmas lights begin flashing as the Drexel begins flipping the reigns. Matheson lifts Kaelin from the ground and goes to toss him in when Kaelin presses his foot firmly against the back. He elbows Drexel and then slams the door against him. He tosses Drexel inside and shoves the door closed, turning around to celebrate. The fans send off a chorus of booing as the referee starts to inform Kaelin. Kaelin raises his arm in victory when the referee suddenly moves out of the way. As he does, the camera gets a close up on Drexel's hand holding the door open just about a foot. After a moment when Kaelin turns around to find out about the cheering, the door flies open and a heavy red sack comes crashing into his midsection.

Adams: I thought Drexel was out right there, but the match continues! There's still a chance and Kaelin looks pissed!

As Kaelin lays on the ground, Drexel goes to pummel him, but Kaelin flips him over. As Drexel goes down, Kaelin gets off of the ground and slams the heavy bag down on top of Drexel. He picks it back up and repeats this motion once more, harder this time. He picks Drexel up and slams his head into the barricade and then into the back of the sleigh. As Drexel's head bounces off, Kaelin hooks him into the Devil's Delight, a crippler crossface, which he lifts Drexel off the ground into a slam. The audience boos as he tosses Drexel into the back of the sleigh. He slams the door shut, and bumps into it to be sure. Drexel flicks the reigns once more and the reigndeer head off, carrying Drexel through the curtains. The referee calls for the bell.

Justin Decent: Your winner, advancing in the Roulette Championship Tournament??? ALLLLLLLLLLEX KAAAAAAAAAAAAAELIN!!!

Simone: And just like that, Drexel Matheson's opportunity at the Roulette Championship has been cut short.

Adams: But Alex Kaelin's chances of winning this thing are great. We'll just have to see how this plays out at Inception on January 15th.

"Motherfucker of the Year" by Motley Crue plays over the speakers. The referee raises Kaelin's hand into the air, and he holds it high in the air for all to see. As they boo, he waves them off while rubbing it in their faces. He points to the his raised arm, then to his face. Shortly after, Kaelin makes his retreat to the back.

The Titantron roars to life as the lights shut down and all eyes are glued to the screen. The following sentences are shown on the screen for a brief moment.

First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win. - Mahatma Gandhi

01/11/15

The scene opens in Sean Jackson's dressing room. Still wearing the *shit happens* shirt, he is seated in a chair, looking at his SCW heavyweight title belt.

Jackson: You know, this is going to be fun. Watching a has been and a never was, fight over something that neither will EVER hold again.

He places the belt over his shoulder as a smile begins to form.

Jackson: But that's what Prescott Valley deserves to see, a couple of losers who could never compete against the likes of a true champion like myself.

Sean leans forward, the camera panning in tight.

Jackson: Drake, Gabriel. I know that the two of you are going to stink the joint up, more than it already is. So, leave it up to me to make you look better than ever.

The smile gets bigger.

Jackson: And believe me, I'm going to make this a match to remember.

Fade.

On Saturday, December 20th of 2014, the Superstars and Bombshells of Sin City Wrestling, alongside the staff and all of their families, gathered at the Gold Coast Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada for a very special banquet and ceremony, sponsored by SCW. It was appropriately one day before Sin City Wrestling would celebrate their one hundredth episode of 'Climax Control' and where Mark Ward, Erik Staggs and Christian Underwood would celebrate three stars of SCW in particular;

It was where Sin City Wrestling would induct the first three stars into the Class of 2014 SCW Hall of Fame!

Misty: I couldn't find a better or more deserving person to induct into the Sin City Wrestling Hall of Fame. My own personal past with this woman has had its ups and downs, but I am happy and proud to now call her part of my own extended family. She's fought like hell to achieve everything she has in Sin City Wrestling. A three time Bombshell Champion. Two time Bombshell Roulette Champion and I had the pleasure of holding the Bombshell Tag Team titles with her. She is the only woman on the Bombshell Roster to be a Triple Crown Champion. She's done it all.

Misty stops for a moment, a proud smile appearing on her face.

Misty: It is now my pleasure to introduce you to the very first female inductee???Vixen!

The crowd in the Grand Ballroom, seated at the tables, applauds as Vixen walks across the stage to embrace Misty and then take her place behind the podium...

Vixen: Wow, here I am standing in front of everyone and doing what I always do???make history. Like Misty said, I have done it all. I am the first bombshell ever to be a triple crown champion, I am the first and only wrestler in Sin City Wrestling to have ever worn two titles at one time and now, I am the first ever bombshell to be inducted into the Hall of Fame.

Vixen's peers, both male and female, applaud her heartily.

Vixen: This is an honour and there are so many people to thank, people like Christian Underwood for giving me my opportunity here in SCW, Hot Stuff Mark Ward for giving me the inspiration to prove him wrong time and time again, Misty for being my best enemy then best friend here in this crazy bombshell division, the family known as NXT and finally the one person I don't think I could be more thankful to and for my success here in SCW, Spike Staggs.

(Vixen mouths the words love you to Spike Staggs)

Vixen: Most people think that this is something that happens when people retire or hang them up. But I want everyone to know that just because I am being inducted into the hall of fame that doesn't mean that I won't be back in that ring once more. I have unfinished business and I never leave things unfinished.

Vixen steps back from the podium as she is given a standing ovation, and the scene shifts...

HS: Well I never thought I'd be standing up here in front of you doing this.

Hot Stuff looks around.

HS: The first ever Hall of Fame and I get to stand up here in front of you and induct a man who has done everything in his career, a man who I met so many years ago, and watched him defeat the best that this business has ever seen.

Hot Stuff pauses for just a second.

HS: It's still no shock that I met him in a bar years ago, but he got in to this business on a bet, a bet that id I won a world title, this young cocky kid from Los Angeles would train to be a wrestler. I went on and did just that but no one would have thought that he would go on at that point and win world title after world title. The wrestling world owes me from getting this guy in a ring. I could say that if it wasn't for me, he's probably be working at McDonalds or something.

Hot Stuff smiles, putting his hands up.

HS: I kid, I kid, McDonalds wouldn't have even hired him.

Another smile crosses Hot Stuff's face as the crowd laugh.

HS: Seriously though, he did keep his word, he did go on to be a wrestler, he did go on to win world titles, and make me secretly proud. He is a former GXW X Division and world Heavyweight champion, he is a man who is a two time SCW champion, totally a run of nine months. Winning SCW awards like man of the year, wrestler of the year and most hated of the year. He is the wrestling legend himself, a man who deserves to be inducted in to the first ever SCW Hall Of Fame. He is the arrogant, the cocky, a man I'm proud to induct in to the SCW Hall of Fame and the man I call a good friend, he is Mr Nick Jones!

All animosity is set aside as the people at the tables applauds as Nick walks across the stage to shake Mark's hand firmly and step behind the podium with that ever present smirk on his face.

Nick: Well, as much as everyone out there knows how much I hate to talk about myself...

Several people in the ballroom laughs openly at this gross misstatement.

Nick: The simple fact is when Christian Underwood called me to tell me that I was going to be given this honor, the first thing out of my mouth was 'Cool!'. The second thing was ... 'It's about damn time'!

More chuckles from those watching.

Nick: Then when Christian told me that I had to select someone to induct me here tonight, well there was really only one choice. The man that is standing right there...

Nick points to Mark who is standing offstage, watching.

Nick: He's the reason I first entered this business all those years ago, and he's the reason I came to SCW over two years ago. So I think everybody out there owes Mark Ward a fruit basket for Christmas this year, because you have him to thank for my being here tonight. I may not be active right now, but you can bet that as soon as I get cleared completely, one hundred percent, I'll be back and a third Heavyweight title will be around my waist. So to this honor, I have only two things to say to you here tonight; the first is thank you, and the second is, to a nicer guy it couldn't happen.

Nick steps back away from the podium as Mark smiles, applauding his good friend as the scene shifts...

Erik: What can you say about one of the men responsible for making Sin City Wrestling what it is today? What words are enough to express the gratitude from the fans, and from the entire locker room, both past and present? This man is not only one of the longest reigning SCW Heavyweight Champions, but he brought the entire world's eyes onto SCW when he won the NeWA World Heavyweight Championship. While he remained ever humble, SCW owes a great deal of our success to this man... It is with great pride that I get the honor of inducting one of the initial superstars into our Hall of Fame... none other than my nephew, Spike Staggs! Everybody give him a warm round of applause!

Crowd: *POP!*

*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!*

"Smack Down" by Thousand Foot Krutch begins playing over the speakers as the fans rise on their feet, giving Spike Staggs a huge ovation that is nearly deafening. The curtains slowly part as Spike steps through them, dressed in a charcoal suit, with a silver vest and tie against a black dress shirt. He looks as if he is mentally absent tonight as he wanders around the stage, staring down at the fans who cheer for him. He looks up and out into the crowd before making his way to the podium where his uncle extends his hand for a shake. Spike takes it with about as much enthusiasm as a paint drying spectator. Erik looks concerned, but Spike nods his head and steps up to the podium.

Crowd: SPIKE! SPIKE! SPIKE! SPIKE! SPIKE!

Spike: Thank you...

Spike says this politely, but there is still something off about him tonight. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a piece of paper. His eyes stay locked on the paper silently for a moment before he finally starts speaking.

Spike: It is an... an honor, and a privlige to stand before you tonight. I am humbled by this honor. Never before did I think that SCW would make it to see a 100th episode of Climax Control. Never before did I think we'd see the day where SCW had enough notoriety to deserve a Hall of Fame. Yet, here we are. Here I am...

Spike looks up from the paper, something still seeming off in his eyes, and his more monotoned, emotionless voice. He looks around as the fans slowly die down to a murmur.

Spike: I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt that this was unexpected. Out of the plethora of talent that has walked through those doors... the many people who thought they had what it took to become the next big thing here in SCW... the many who found out exactly how stiff the competition is here in SCW, and turned around and hightailed it out of town... Better yet, those who stuck through things, thick and thin, through better and for worse. And yet... it was I who was chosen as one of the inaugural inductees to the Hall of Fame.

Crowd: *POP!*

Spike: You know what? No... I... I can't do this.

Spike picks up the paper from the podium and crumples it up, tossing it over his shoulder. Determination comes over his face, the first and only emotion that has appeared so far.

Spike: I can't come out here and give you some ass kissing speech about how I don't deserve it, because that would be a bold faced lie.Don't take that the wrong way, because I'm not trying to sound like a certain other inductee. I deserve this honor because I have given three years of my life to this company. From day one, I was around backstage, coaching and giving advice, supporting stars, pushing them to their limits. I formed one of the most dominant stables in SCW history when I formed the New X-Tremes, a stable that has seen more gold than Fort Knox. I left blood all over this ring, my own as well as others. From day one, I ate, drank, slept, bled, and nearly died for SCW, and I did it for you, the fans. Never once did I expect anything for my efforts. So, forgive me if I show a little bit of arrogance for once in my time with Sin City Wrestling. I deserve a pat on my back, but the motivation for everything I've accomplished over the past three years came from each and every one of you in the audience, and the thousands streaming from home. But most importantly, my inspiration, my drive to succeed came from my ever growing family. Being a role model for my son, changing my path in life was all for him. Thank you Timmy. Thank you fans. Thank you to everyone in the back. Thank you Sin City Wrestling. I will cherish this award more than any title reign or career accomplishment I've made to date...

With this, Spike nods his head as he picks up his award. "Smack Down" plays once more as Spike holds the award up into the air for the fans as they cheer loudly for him once more. He celebrates with it for a moment, as if it were a championship belt, before he takes his leave.

Voice Over: Sin City Wrestling is proud to welcome Vixen, Nick Jones and Spike Staggs to the Class of 214 SCW Hall of Fame!

The bell sounds as we see referee Drew Patton standing in the ring, next to him is ring announcer Justin Decent??? we notice that surrounding the rings are what look to be christmas presents, all shapes and sizes, and they are literally EVERYWHERE!

Justin: The following match is a Roulette Championship Tournament Match! This match is a Garland Match!

Simone: I am interested in seeing this one...

Adams: What the hell is a Garland Match?

Simone: It's the same as a Strap Match, but using a garland.

A red mist hits the entranceway as the lights dim to a blood red all around the arena as "Requiem for a Dream" begins to play. Slowly the figure of Sephiroth steps out from behind the curtain with a glass chalice filled with a blood red liquid in one hand and his trademark cane in the other. Slowly he walks down to the ring head down occasionally sipping from his glass.

Justin: Making his way to the ring first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 246 pounds... Sephiroth du Lac!

He walks to the ring steps and slowly climbs sipping his chalice once more before wiping his feet and stepping in the ring. He does not pose instead setting the cane and chalice in the corner and removing his coat before handing it to a ring attendant before turning and waiting for the match to begin.

Adams: A very interesting person here.

Simone: And a very impressive wrestler in the SCW so far.

Adams: I can agree with that, cruising straight to this Semi-Final Match.

Justin: And his opponent???

"Points of Authority" begins to blare over the speakers throughout the arena and the crowd automatically erupts into boos. After a few seconds a cloud of red smoke fills the entrance ramp and Blaque Hart walks out from the back. He pauses at the top of the stage as he looks around with a cocky grin on his face taking in all the heat from the crowd. He then starts his walk down the aisle mocking the crowd and talking down on them before he reaches the six sided ring.

Justin: Making his way to the ring, from Calgary, Alberta, Canada. Weighing in at 235 pounds, Blaque Hart... Bruce Evans!

He jumps on the apron and enters through the middle ropes and then walks over to one of the corners of the ring, climbs the ropes and lifts his arms to an even louder chorus of boos. He walks around the ring continuing to mock and make fun of members of the crowd in the front row as his music fades out.

Adams: Bruce Evans looked extremely impressive earlier tonight!

Simone: Yes, but does Bruce Evans have it in them after a hard fought match earlier?

Adams: I hope so, because this match can be very interesting.

Referee Jacob Summers holds the garland, he walks over to Sephiroth who is hesitant at first, not too fond of being strapped up with the garland, but eventually lets the Summers do his job. SDL is finally garlanded up as Summers walks over to Bruce Evans and starts to get him ready for the match as well. Finally the two are all garlanded up, and ready to go. They stare at their wrists, neither of them exactly liking this idea, but having to deal with it anyway.

DING!
DING!
DING!

The bell sounds as the two stand across the ring from each other, the leather Garland is quite long, but it still ties the two men together. Bruce Evans grabs onto the Garland with both of his hands, Sephiroth du Lac stands across the ring, still holding with one hand. Bruce Evans begins to pull back a bit, putting his body weight into it as Sephiroth begins to pull a bit as well, still holding with one hand. The two seem to be playing a game of tug of war with the Garland. Bruce Evans moves in a bit, pulling the Garland into him, cutting the distance between the two, the two stay hesitant, but not too far from each other.

Simone: These two are starting off slow here...

Adams: Yeah too slow, wake me up when they start.

Out of nowhere Sephiroth yanks the Garland and quickly pulls Bruce Evans straight to him. Bruce Evans begins to fire away with a right hand, followed by an elbow. Sephiroth pushes Bruce Evans back, Bruce Evans retaliates with a kick to the knee and then another elbow. Sephiroth pushes Bruce Evans all the way to the turnbuckle, Sephiroth runs at Bruce Evans, looking for a splash time move but Bruce Evans hits him with his boot, sending him staggering backwards a few steps. Bruce Evans runs at Sephiroth and Sephiroth sends him straight to the ground with a huge elbow to his face. Sephiroth walks around the ring a bit as Bruce Evans is on the ground for a few seconds.

Simone: Sephiroth looking good here early on in this match.

Adams: I don't see Bruce Evans coming out of this match in one piece, not with the way Sephiroth has started.

Sephiroth walks near the turnbuckle, taking his attention off of Bruce Evans as Bruce Evans runs at Sephiroth and hits him with a huge jumping knee that connects with the chest of Sephiroth, sending him back into the turnbuckle. Bruce Evans tries to climb up on the turnbuckle but Sephiroth pushes him back, followed by a kick to the gut that sends Bruce Evans to the canvas, Sephiroth runs at Bruce Evans looking for a huge splash but Bruce Evans rolls out of the way and Sephiroth goes straight into the canvas, stomach first.

Simone: The tables may finally be turning in favor of Bruce Evans here.

Adams: Get up Sephiroth! You're fine, come on!

Bruce Evans is up and Sephiroth is a bit shaken up, trying to make his way to his feet as Bruce Evans waits, watching him. Bruce Evans hits Sephiroth with a kick to the chest, followed by another. Sephiroth grabs his chest in pain as Bruce Evans walks over to the turnbuckle but Sephiroth stands up, yanking on the Garland and bringing Bruce Evans in towards him as he hits him with a huge swinging neckbreaker, taking Bruce Evans straight to the canvas. Bruce Evans is in pain as Sephiroth stands up, a cocky smile on his face as he wraps the Garland up into a belt like shape and begins to smack away with the Garland to the back of Bruce Evans! He delivers three straight slaps to the back of Bruce Evans's back with the Garland, each one echoing throughout the arena.

Simone: That has to kill, the pain from that Garland hitting his bare flesh...

Adams: I love it, I love every second of it??? more, come on Sephiroth, give him more!

Bruce Evans tries to get up, making his way to his knees before he is sent straight back down to the canvas by a kick to the face from Sephiroth. Sephiroth wraps the Garland up again and delivers one more vicious smack to the back of Bruce Evans! Sephiroth grabs Bruce Evans by his hair, lifting him to his feet and delivering a huge headbutt that sends Bruce Evans straight back to the canvas. Sephiroth walks around Bruce Evans for a few seconds and then runs towards him, jumping into the air and hitting a huge diving headbutt that connects straight to the face of Bruce Evans. Sephiroth goes for the cover,

Simone: First cover of the match!

Adams: Garland Match covers are always awkward looking...

...1
...2
???Bruce Evans is able to kickout, not ready to give up just yet.

Simone: I agree with you, and the kickout was just as awkward looking???

Sephiroth stands up, he shakes his head as he slides out of the ring under the bottom rope. Sephiroth walks over near the turnbuckle, he puts his one foot up on the steel steps, pushing back as he pulls, Bruce Evans slides across the ring on his stomach and crashes shoulder first into the turnbuckle post. Bruce Evans rolls over, holding his shoulder in pain.

Simone: That may have dislocated the shoulder of Bruce Evans!

Adams: What a move, I love it, highlight of the match thus far!

Sephiroth slides back in the ring, folding the Garland back up again as he delivers it straight to the back of Bruce Evans yet again. Bruce Evans is hurting as he rolls around in pain. Sephiroth gets on a knee and wraps the Garland around the neck of Bruce Evans, he begins to choke him out, Summers counts, threatening to disqualify if Sephiroth holds it for too long,

...1
...2
...3
...4

Sephiroth releases as Bruce Evans rolls around on the ground, holding his throat and coughing. Sephiroth smirks, slapping his hand on the back of Bruce Evans's head as he pulls him to his feet.

Simone: Sephiroth is just in total control of this match, playing dirty??? but dirty seems to work.

Adams: Dirty? This is tactical, he is doing what is needed to win and that is FAR from dirty.

Sephiroth whips Bruce Evans into the ropes, Bruce Evans bounces off, coming back as Sephiroth swings the Garland at Bruce Evans. Bruce Evans ducks under the swing as he wraps his own side of the Garland around Sephiroth's head, along with his arm as he hits Sephiroth with a huge bulldog, sending Sephiroth straight to the canvas. The crowd gets behind Bruce Evans who is still down as well, after taking quite the beating. The crowd continue to cheer as both men slowly try to make their way to their feet. They finally reach their feet at the same time as Sephiroth runs at Bruce Evans, going for a clothesline but Bruce Evans ducks it, kicking Sephiroth in the shin, staggering him a bit, followed by a knee to the gut and then BAM! He slaps him across the face with the Garland, Sephiroth falls straight to the canvas. Bruce Evans quickly goes for a quick cover,

Simone: Bruce Evans looking for a cover after a vicious slap to the face with the Garland, could this do it?

Adams: Get real...

...1
...2
???Sephiroth is able to kickout after taking the vicious slap to the face from the Garland.

Simone: Wow, that had to hurt??? his whole face is bright red.

Sephiroth holds his face in pain as Bruce Evans stands up, he swings the Garland once more, connecting with the stomach of Sephiroth as Sephiroth yells out in pain, holding his stomach. Bruce Evans begins to pound away with stomps to the gut of Sephiroth who tries to roll out of the way, but the length of the Garland is now being held short and Sephiroth can't really go anywhere. Bruce Evans grabs Sephiroth by the hair, pulling him to his feet as he hits him with another knee to the gut, running to the ropes, jumping to the middle rope and???

???
...Springboard Moonsault!
???

Connects! Bruce Evans connects with a gorgeous springboard moonsault on Sephiroth and he quickly goes for the cover,

...1
...2
???Sephiroth with another kickout, just barely getting his shoulder up!

Simone: Wow I thought that was it! What a move by Bruce Evans!

Adams: That was an impressive moonsault, but not nearly enough to put away Sephiroth.

Bruce Evans grabs Sephiroth by the hair, lifting him up as but as he goes for a right hand, Sephiroth ducks under it, spinning him around and Sephiroth destroys him with a HUGE right hand to the temple. Sephiroth yanks on the Garland, which brings Bruce Evans flying towards him and as he does this he hits a kick to the gut and follows it up with...

...
Fallen Angel DDT!
...

Connects, and the cover???

Adams: WOW! What a DDT!

Simone: That has to be it...

...1
...2
...3!

Sephiroth scores the pinfall as he rolls over onto his knees, Summers walks over to him as he begins to untie the Garland from his wrist.

Justin: Here is your winner... Sephiroth du Lac!

Sephiroth is free of the Garland as he pushes Summers out of the way and stands to his feet, throwing his arms in the air. Sephiroth walks by Bruce Evans who is still on the ground, looking down at him.

Adams: Looks like Sephiroth will find himself in the Roulette Championship Match!

Simone: And what a match it will be???

Adams: You got that right, Alex Kaelin??? Sephiroth du Lac??? Roulette Championship!

Sephiroth walks over Bruce Evans as he exits the ring. He stands outside the ring and disappears in to thin air!

*Click! Clack! Click! Clack!

The sound of high heels pounding against the cement flooring echoes throughout the backstage area as our Bombshell champion comes into view. She looks less than pleased as she simply shakes her head. Angelica comes running up behind her in a hurry, tugging on her arm. Delia stops, but only to spin around and fling Angelica's hand off of her with a low toned growl.

Angelica: Ohhhhhhhhhhhmuhgawwwwd! Deelz, what the eff is your problem?

Delia titls her head back with one of her most insincere laughs to date. She rolls her eyes as she picks at her nails.

Delia: My problem? My problem is z'at everyone wants to pick an arguement wi's me tonight. Drake, Veronica, z'e fans, z'e stagehands... I'm over it. I don't need to take z'is. I'm z'e SCW Bombshell Champion. I'm Delia FUCKING Darling!

Angelica: Yeah, I get it. But you're the one who started all of those fights. Sorry bout it...

Delia: I don't recall starting a single argument tonight! Not even z'is one! Yet, here we are!

Angelica: What the frick ever... Look, I understand that it's hard being the greatest Bombshell Champion of all time, and you're probably really stressed, but you don't need to walk out on your sisters.

Delia: Sisters? Do sisters fight wi's one anos'er?

Angelica: Uhhh, only like all the time.

Delia growls again, only this time it is much louder, and shows a more intense level of aggravation. She balls up her fists at her side, but instead of responding, she just turns on her heels and starts to walk off. However, this is when "Stoner" Scott Oliver walks into the picture.

Scott: Sha, Deelz. Lookin' hot. Hey, I was wondering if you had anything you wanted to say about your big title match at SCW Ince...

Delia: NO!

Delia pulls the microphone out of Scott's hand, to a delayed response. She chucks it across the hallway as he simply blinks his eyes, slowly looking down to his now empty hand. Delia shoves him aside as she walks on by. Angelica starts to follow, until she notices Oliver staring at her left over holiday outfit, his tongue practically hanging out of his mouth. She takes a deep breath, as if she is about to go on a long winded rant.

Angelica: Gross...

Delia walks to the parking lot doors where she violently shoves them open, clicking her heels as she walks outside. Within a few moments, she walks right up to the Mean Girls pink limousine as she reaches into her bag to pull out a cigarette. She lights it, taking a deep drag before slowly exhaling.

Delia: Get me out of z'is disgusting venue, so I can get out of z'is disgusting city, and z'is destitute state... Idiots... I'm surrounded buy nos'ing but a bunch of fucking imbeciles...

Delia rolls her eyes as she flings the limousine door open herself. She throws her bag inside, and then she, too, steps inside, still mumbling under her breath. She slams the door, just as we hear a loud engine roaring in the distance.. Delia rolls down the window and shouts out.

Delia: You ignorant hillbillies, and your trucks! Respect z'e ozone!

Delia taps the butt end of her cigarette as she ashes out of the window. Traffic is heard closer, and louder than before as Delia turns her head completely to look through the window. Anger fills her face even more than before.

Delia: Hey! I'm not some idiot you can scare off. I don't play "Chicken"...

The engine roars louder as a large truck with huge tires can be seen about twenty feet away from the limousine. Before Delia can say anything, the truck comes squealing into motion. Before Delia can swing the door open, the monster truck crashes into the limousine, causing a loud gasp to come from the fans at ringside. The limo spins in a 720 degree circle as the truck passes it by.

Simone: OH MY GOD! What just happened?!?

Adams: Some idiot with a monster truck just mowed down our Bombshell Champion! We need medics! We need police! We need... whoa, wait a minute... No, no, NO!

The truck turns around, revving the engine a few times before it comes charging forward once more. This time, it drives over the hood of the limo, and then all the way over it! The crowd goes completely silent as the truck comes to a stop about ten feet away from the limo. The engine shuts off, and a few seconds later, the door opens. A slender figure hops down from the driver's side and we see Necra with a smirk forming on her lips. The sound of EMT's rushing into the area soon cause Necra to look frazzled.

Necra: Oh my... I didn't see it... I didn't... Was someone in there?

Necra places a hand over her mouth as she turns around to walk off of the scene. Her eyes flash red as she disappears from the scene.

"Ooooh... yeah, yeah... oh". The opening repeated line to Kanye West's "Power" starts to blast through the speakers as blue lights but through the now faded darkness in the arena. The image of a closed fist is seen on the screen before the letters '#Power' appears on the screen JN Ringo, Giani and J2H appear at the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos from the live crowd. The two look at each other before lifting a fist each, the fist at head height. They nod to each other and start walking towards the ring. J2H is wearing an Italian made, expensive looking suit as he walks slightly in front of JN Ringo. JN Ringo, Giani and J2H reach the ring and JN Ringo slides under the bottom rope while Giani steps in over the ropes and J2H steps up the steps. JN Ringo moves towards the middle of the ring, both arms in the air, before walking to the ropes and pulling himself on the middle rope in the center of the ring and raising his arm again. J2H hits a button on the cordless mic on the side of his head.

J2H: It' my time to talk, so you can call that a Christmas present from me, because you get to hear from me.

A smug look crosses J2H's face

J2H: Week after week, we've been showing you all what we can do. It started with Equinox and we show that silly little bitch that he's nothing on us, and now we moved on to something else. You all sit there and think we just beat on people because we can, but no, there's a method to our madness. There's a heartbeat that lies beneath all of this. We're not a bunch of random bitches like The Players Club, we're not a bunch of misfits like the Seven Deadly Sins, and we're not a bunch of people banded together just because they don't know anyone else here, like the aptly named Rejects. We are here with a mission, with a purpose.

J2H presses his hands together, walking up and down the ring.

J2H: We're here with a target, a mission. First the roulette title gets stripped from us predicted privately by Mr. J N Ringo here.

J2H points at Ringo, who taps the side of his head with his forefinger, causing the crowd to boo.

J2H: He's a smart man right there.

Crowd: He's a dumb ass! He's a dumb ass!

Ringo moves to the crowd, pointing out to them and yelling.

J2H: If you think that, you people are stupider than you look!

The crowd boo towards J2H, but he shrugs it off.

J2H: Then, we give up the chance to take the tag team titles from Despayre and Big B because we have a higher a goal, a bigger calling.

J2H pauses for a second, looking around the crowd.

J2H: Since day one of SCW, this company has had an illness, it's had a disease infecting you all. It's had something that has plagued you all from day one and you caught it. It's been a cancer since opening the doors here and that cancer is a little group called the New XTremes.

The crowd cheer at the name of NXT.

J2H: See, you're all infected by this garbage. Didn't you see the writing on the wall when the members with credibility all upped and left? Misty, Jordan Williams, Odette Stevens, Casey Williams, Ben Jordan, Mickey Carroll, Aleksei Koji, Electra Styles. These were the names with credibility, and now they're all gone, because they worked out that NXT is a career killer. Then just when we thought this cancer had gone in to remission, three unlikely fools start waving the flag for NXT once more, and it sickens me.

A disgusted look crosses J2H's face.

J2H: The most embarrassing trio of NXT wrestlers there has ever been, Steve Ramone, Jon Dough and Connor Murphy start to wave the NXT flag again, pulling his cancer out of remission, once again trying to kill SCW.

J2H looks at Giani.

J2H: It proved it earlier when that sleazy Irish piece of crap Connor Murphy attacked Giani earlier! What kind as scumbag would do such a thing.

Simone: Erm, you and your two cronies there.

Adams: Maybe he has amnesia tonight.

J2H: The little chain smoking paddy is already trying to spread the disease, well I have news for you all. We're the cure to this cancer, we are the ones who are going to put an end to it and at Inception, we will end NXT once and for all....

Before J2H can ramble on more two familiar figures start walking down the ramp, the crowd quickly recognizes them as Connor Murphy and Jon Dough of NXT and they cheer whilst Power Play laugh inside the ring.

J2H: Really? You're coming out now?! You realize that we can kick your pathetic asses' right? It's three to???.

J2H never gets a chance to finish as a third person, who snuck into the ring whilst their backs were turned, grabs the mic from him.

Steve: You know Hawkes, I always knew that you had more dollars than sense, I didn't realize that you were an idiot as well!

The crowd goes wild as J2H spins around only to get leveled by a Superkick from Steve.

Simone: FEARLESS SHOT TO J2H!

Adams: WHERE DID STEVE COME FROM?!

Ringo and Giani spin around once they realize what has happened and Steve seems ready to fight them, Connor and Jon take it as their cue to spring into action as they bolt down to the ring and attack Ringo and Giani from behind and whilst they put up a good fight at first Steve joins in and they eventually lay them out.

Simone: What a statement to Power Play from NXT!

Adams: I don't think they're done!

Steve drags J2H'S barely conscious form to the corner and climbs to the top rope, they crowd goes nuts as they realize what's about to happen as Steve leaps nailing J2H with his legendary finisher.

Simone: WHAT FEAR TO J2H!

Adams: And Steve's got the mic!

Steve exchanges fist bumps and high fives with the other members of NXT before speaking into the mic.

Steve: My name is Steven Anthony Ramone and I am better than all three of these punks COMBINED!

Steve yells the last word into the mic and the crowd cheers.

Steve: Man did I come off as a pretentious half twit or what?

Steve adds and the crowd laughs.

Steve: This Christmas was supposed to be my best Christmas ever, I saw Kreator and At The Gates live with my friends Jessie, Jake and Shane, and Connor, Jon, I'm dragging you to the next one, don't try to back out of it, I have a baby on the way and things are generally going in my favor, at least until these morons decided to piss me off!

Steve adds as he motions to Power Play.

Steve: When they first attacked me and Connor I was willing to let it slide as I showed when I watched their six man tag match against the Players Club from the ramp two weeks ago but when they attacked me again I realized that I needed to take the fight to them so I had a chat with my teammates here and we hatched a plan, Connor's attack on Giani was step one, this attack was step two and here's step three!

Steve says as he exchanges confident looks with Connor and Jon.

Steve: In a few weeks SCW will start its first world tour and that tour includes a little event called Inception that's taking place in Birmingham, England, here's my challenge to you Power Play, on one side, representing NXT will be myself, Jon and Connor, on the other representing Power Play???..will be Power Play, seriously you want to take out a big group like NXT with only three members? You really are morons! And as for the stip, I say six man tornado tag team street fight!

Simone: Wow!

Adams: Steve's laying down the challenge.

Steve: Merry fucking Christmas Pussy Play!

"Smack Down" by Thousand Foot Krunch plays as the three NXT members leave.

Simone: You heard it here folks.

Adams: No sneak attacks will help Power Play this time!

Live Thursday 12/25 at the Randolph Community Center
Doors Open at 7 PM

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM ARIZONA STATE WRESTLING

SINGLES MATCH
Seth Drayton vs. Johnny Tsunami

It's official, the former Number One Overall Pick Seth Drayton has officially signed a developmental deal with ASW. His first test is fellow newcomer Johnny Tsunami. The ???Natural Disaster' fell to Chris Mosh in his debut match but looked impressive with his high flying ability. Two contrasting styles in these rookies will start the night off as we celebrate Christmas, ASW style.

TRIPLE THREAT MATCH
Martin Jameson vs. Tommy Burke vs. Tim Staggs

Another ASW debut as newcomer Martin Jameson gets into the ring with two legacies. Tommy Burke pulled out of his match last week with flu like symptoms but he looks to come back full force just two weeks after being eliminated from the Heavyweight Title tournament by Owen James. The first two matches of Tim Staggs' career have been somewhat of a let down. Coming in as the son of a SCW legend has definitely set expectations high and Tim will no doubt be looking to exceed them this week.

SINGLES MATCH
Alexis Alexander vs. Kaysie Sherell

Kaysie Sherell was just a half of a second too late kicking out of the pinfall that cost her the opportunity to win the ASW Women's Championship at Thursday Night Showdown ??? The Battle Continues. She'll be looking to rebound against second generation star Alexis Alexander. The daughter of SCW alumnus Blade, we haven't seen Miss Alexander since the Battle Royal at TNS01. Both women will be looking to pick up their first ASW singles win.

NUMBER ONE CONTENDER'S MATCH
Ruby vs. Jessie Roberts

The last time both of these women were in a ring together, Jessie Roberts was spearing and elimination Ruby from the Battle Royal. Two weeks removed, Roberts will be looking for a similar performance with the opportunity to face Kimberly Evans for the ASW Women's Championship on the line. Ruby dominated Angelia Corazon at TNS02, going as far as putting her through a table and sending her packing. This one has match of the night written all over it.

*MAIN EVENT*
TAG TEAM MATCH
Owen James and Eternidad vs. Andreas Bergfalk and The Black Wolf

Owen James and Eternidad have their date set, 1/15/15 at SCW's Inception, for the ASW Heavyweight Title tournament finals and the chance to be crowned the first ever ASW Heavyweight Champion. But first, they must team together to fight off the "Wildman" Andreas Bergfalk and the ever dangerous Black Wolf. The team of the two big men will no doubt be looking for some revenge on Eternidad, who cost both men their chances at the gold when he eliminated them from contention in the tournament. Where will Owen James' loyalties lie? Will he be a good partner or will he let his opponents soften up the Luchador star for him?

All this and more on Thursday Night Showdown!

Christian Underwood and Mark Ward are standing behind the desk in the backstage office, with the backdrop logo for Sin City Wrestling on the wall behind them. On the desk in front of them lies two briefcases, one in front of each man.

HS: Over the course of the past several months, the rosters of Sin City Wrestling has continued to grow by leaps and bounds as the best male and female talent come to our doors, knowing that SCW is the place to be!

Christian: And because our rosters continue to grow at such a quick rate with the very best that the indy wrestling scene has to offer, we have decided that the best way to keep the competition at it's highest was the make certain that these wrestlers have something to shoot for. get that competitive edge up there and keep it there.

HS: So going with the theme of the holiday, and the 'Season of Giving'...

Hot Stuff turns to Christian with a disgruntled expression on his face.

HS: (mumbles) This is the last time I let you write these speeches...

Christian: (mumbles) Just read the frikkin' cards!

HS: (angrily mumbling) Fine!

Mark returns his look to the camera.

HS: So in the spirit of the holiday, SCW has a couple of presents for the Superstars of Sin City Wrestling...

Christian: As well as the Bombshells! And those presents are...

Mark and Christian proceed to unfasten the clasps on the briefcases and lift the lids, to reveal two brand new championships belts!

Christian: The brand new Sin City Wrestling Internet Championships for the Superstars and Bombshells of SCW!

HS: In just three weeks time in Birmingham, England, at 'Inception' we will hold two special events to crown the first-ever Internet Champions of SCW!

Christian: Just our way of thanking the men and women of SCW for giving their all for us and the fans, each and every week. Merry Christmas...

HS: And lagers for everybody!

Mark walks off the set...

HS: (mumbling) Because I need one after that corn ball speech!

Christian just looks to the camera and ... smiles.

Justin Decent stands inside of the ring, alone as several ringside attendants are dumping sacks filled with colorful Christmas bulbs into the ring while others drape the ring ropes in garland with a colorful array of reds, greens, golds and silvers.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Christmas Bulbs match, scheduled for one fall to a finish! Now please allow me to introduce to you, the special Guest Referee for this match...!

Voice Over: "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.

Justin: Please welcome the SCW Heavyweight Champion ... SEAN JACKSON!

"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 cleavage while Jackson is dressed in a referee's shirt with black shorts.

As soon as they arrive the ring, Sean grabs a chair and has it set up in a neutral corner for Vanessa to take a seat while he climbs inside of the ring. A spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Vanessa, he then hops down off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.

Simone: The man isn't even a combatant in this match and he is still doing all he can to keep the attention on himself.

Adams: That's what having the heavyweight title does to a man.

Justin: And now from London, England, weighing 230 pounds ... Gabriel!

"Zombie" by Breed 77 blasts through the speakers, the slow intro playing as the word move on the screen. The eyes of Gabriel appear on the screen, turning red as the heavier guitars kick in. Purple lights cut through the thick smoke starting to fill the entrance ramp. The crowd wait in anticipation, and the figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of boos. Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached. Gabriel's eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he opens his long coat, pulling it apart, he shows off his body. Gabriel then start to walk to the ring and arrives outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel stands inside, waiting for the opponent's introduction.

Simone: It has been a long time since Gabriel has been involved in the Heavyweight tile picture but he looks ready to once again be at the top.

Adams: Yeah but he has to get past Sean Jackson and look at how those two are staring each other down.

Indeed Gabriel's eyes are locked on Sean's own as the final introductions are about to be made.

Justin: And his opponent...!

The lights turn to a blue filter and we can hear the opening drums from "Burning Down The House" by the Used. The crowd jumps to their feet and they begin to cheer as "Mr. Showtime" Drake Green steps out on to the stage. He lifts his arms up and down, motioning for the crowd to get up on their feet and cheer.

Crowd: POP!

Green, with a large smile, stands tall in long blue wrestling tights with three white stars on each leg and blue boots which have blue kick-pads on the front which have the "Male symbol" on them in white. He is wearing white wristbands and a black, skin tight, t-shirt with his "Male Symbol" logo on the front and "Man Of The People" written on the back. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky as the crowd starts to get behind him. Just as the lyrics for the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings.

#Watch out
#You might get what you're after
#Cool babies
#Strange but not a stranger
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy
#Burning down the house

Justin: Weighing in at 230 pounds, he is Chicago's own, he is The Man of the People..."Mr. Showtime".. Drake Green!

Drake trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring. He walks around the entire rings, making sure he says hello to all the fans at ringside. Finally, he hops onto to the apron and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, motioning for the microphone.

Drake: Helloooo Prescott Valley!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages....welcome to the show!

Crowd: Even louder POP!

Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am your Main Event Maker and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: People of Prescott Valley, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake holds his left arm up and points out to the crowd. He nods his head as he moves his arm, panning through the crowd. He mouths the words "THANK YOU" to the crowd before handing the microphone to Justin and his shirt to the referee. He tugs on the ropes two times and stares across the ring at his opponent as he waits for the bell.

Sean Jackson doesn't keep either waiting as he signals to the time keeper's table...

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Right from the sound of the opening bell, both Drake Green and Gabriel tear away at each other, trading lefts and rights to each other's faces as an amused Sean Jackson stands back by the corner, watching with a twisted smile on his face. Drake gains the upper hand and takes advantage of the exchange by burying a knee up into Gabriel's stomach, doubling him over and taking the wind right from out of his lungs. Drake then knocks him back a few steps with a European uppercut, the only thing keeping Gabriel from falling onto the mat and busting open some of the bulbs being his grip on the garland strewn ropes.

Simone: The first of these two to take a fall to the mat on top of all those Christmas bulbs is going to be in a world of pain!

Drake sets him up for an Irish whip into the ropes but Gabriel reverses it and as Drake comes off of the far side, Gabriel drops down and trips him, causing Drake to fall, his body falling on top of the bulbs and baubles, shattering them under his weight! Drake tried to use his forearms to shield himself from the brunt of the fall but is unsuccessful as his upper body and forearms are cut up from the shards!

Adams: And Drake Green is the first to get cut up!

Simone: The first unintentional one! Gabriel actually sacrificed his own body in order to drive his rival into those sharp objects!

Gabriel is immediately all over his opponent, straddling his back and throwing right handed fists around into his face! Gabriel then drags him over toward the ropes and starts choking him against the ropes as Sean yawns mightily, taking a moment to check his watch and looking everywhere BUT where he is supposed to!

Simone: What the hell is Sean doing!? He's supposed to be refereeing!

Adams: I think it's more the point of what he's not doing... his job.

Gabriel finally relents as if an innocent angel and pulls Drake to his feet and goes for an Irish whip but Drake reverses it. Gabriel comes off of the ropes and Drake swings for a hard clothesline but Gabriel ducks and kicks him in the stomach, following up with a DDT!

Simone: Christ! Again right into those sharp shards!

Gabriel rolls Drake Green over onto his back and now the camera can see Drake's forehead bleeding profusely! Gabriel covers him!

1..2..! Drake kicks out!

Simone: What the hell kind of count was that!?

Gabriel pulls the bloodied former Heavyweight Champion up to a vertical base and Irish whips him into the corner where he begins delivering boot after boot into Green's stomach. Gabriel then Irish whips Drake into the other corner and charges at Drake but Green moves and Gabriel hits the turnbuckles hard and Drake starts beating the living hell out of him with lefts, rights and boots to the body!

Adams: Oh and NOW Sean is stepping in!

Sean grabs Drake by the arm and pulls him forcibly off of Gabriel! Drake rears a fist back but a smug Drake points to his chin, daring him to do it!

Simone: Don't do it! He may be an asshole but tonight he's a referee!

Drake opts to forget about Sean and instead he runs Gabriel into the ropes and drives an elbow into his sternum, then rears back and strikes a clothesline that knocks him up and over the top, sending him tumbling to the floor the hard way!

Adams: With all those sharp bulbs in the ring, the outside of the ring is probably safer than the inside!

Drake heads out, pushing his way past Sean, and drops to the floor. Gabriel takes a swing but Drake blocks it and he instead beats Gabriel's head off the barricade. Drake then rolls him back into the ring and follows him inside. Drake sends Gabriel into the corner and follows in with a Stinger splash, crushing the air right out of his opponent. Gabriel staggers from out of the corner and Drake runs off the far side ropes to nearly take Gabriel's head off with a tremendous rolling clothesline!

Simone: There is just no safe place to land in that mess!

Drake rolls Gabriel up for the cover and Sean slowly makes his way down onto the mat to count, taking great care to nudge the sharp objects from his path so he can count...

1.......................................................
2.....................................................
Gabriel shoots his shoulder up!

Simone: That had to be the absolute slowest count in wrestling history!

Adams: Hey! Another first for Sean Jackson!

Simone: That wasn't a compliment Jason!

Drake stands up and gets in Sean's face, arguing heatedly with him but Sean acts indifferent to his complaints, seemingly bored. Drake peels Gabriel off of the mat, Gabriel's back and arms bleeding profusely, and Green hauls him up and plants him with a pumphandle slam! Drake signals to the fans who rally behind him and he starts to go up top, the leaps off and lands with a somersault legdrop across Gabriel's neck! Drake covers Gabriel again, hooking the leg!

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2.....................................................................................................
Gabriel gets a shoulder up!

Simone: Damn it! Even you can count better than Sean Jackson at this point!

Adams: Yeah! ... Huh?

Drake goes to pick Gabriel up from the mat but Gabriel somehow pulls him into an inside cradle!

1...............................................................................................
2..............................................................................................
Drake kicks out!

Adams: He's pulling it on Gabriel now!?

Drake quickly goes to regain control but Gabriel sweeps his legs out from under him and falls back, catapulting Drake into the top rope throat-first! Drake staggers back, clutching his throat and gagging and Gabriel quickly rolls him up from behind in a school boy and grabs a big handful of Drake's tights for leverage! But Sean walks around and spots the rule infraction and steps back, openly refusing to count!

Simone: What the hell is going on in that man's head!?

Gabriel stares hard at the guest referee but then grabs Drake by the arm and sets him up for an Irish whip but Drake reverses it. Gabriel rebounds and Drake leap frogs over and this time on the rebound the two men end up clotheslining each other

Adams: A double clothesline or referee taking a hit! It wouldn't be Christmas without!

Sean looks down at both of his championship rivals and rather than count against either man, he instead climbs out of the ring and walks over to the corner where Vanessa is seated and he leans back against the ring post and actually starts a conversation with her!

Simone: Flirt with that tart on your own time you jackass! You have a match to officiate!

The fans scream their support for Drake, begging him to get to his feet! Drake struggles to his knees first, but Gabriel is close behind. Gabriel tries to punch him, but the blow is blocked by Drake and the favor returned! Gabriel tries another fist but again it is blocked and Drake starts rocking him back on his heels with a flurry of right hands to the head. Drake grabs Gabriel and decks him with a solid right hand, knocking him the mat! Drake then grabs one of the broken baubles and busts it right into Gabriel's forehead and GRINDS it into the hairline, making the magician yell out and struggle, kicking and flaying!

Adams: It's official! Drake has lost it!

Drake begins to pull him up but Gabriel quickly stops the assault with an uppercut right between the legs! Drake's eyes go tightly shut and mouth hangs wide open as he bends over, clutching himself! Gabriel throws him to his back and covers him, but Sean is still on the outside, talking to Vanessa!

Crowd: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight!

Gabriel looks up and slams his hands onto the mat, cursing loudly! He gets up and stomps over toward the corner where Sean is and leans outside, grabbing him by the shoulder! Sean pulls away and starts shouting at Gabriel about touching an SCW official!

Simone: Do your damn job!

Sean shouts at the 'Sin of Greed' and reluctantly climbs back inside of the ring. Gabriel turns around to go back to work on Drake but from out of nowhere, Drake catches him in the Rated-R Chokehold! Not even bothering to ask or check, Sean calls for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Adams: What ... what happened!?

Confusion reigns, even inside of the ring as a bloodied and battered Drake Green slowly stands up as an equally bloodied Gabriel stands up, favoring his arm! Sean calls Justin over to the ring and the announcer steps up and frowns at the referee who speaks privately to him. Justin shakes his head and debates something said and Sean brings his fist back, threatening the announcer. Shaking his head and stepping back to relative safety, Justin makes the announcement.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, guest referee Sean Jackson 'claims' that Gabriel has submitted! The winner of the match ... Drake Green!

The crowd indeed cheers for Drake winning but there are scattered boos at the controversial decision! Gabriel stands up, shaking his head and shouting denial as Drake, too, shakes his head as Sean exits the ring!

Simone: I don't know what the hell Sean Jackson was smoking before this show but Gabriel did NOT submit! In all the years we've known him, popular or otherwise, he has never yielded a match!

Adams: But Drake Green is still the winner!

Simone: That's all we got for tonight! We'll see you next year in Birmingham, England! From everyone at SCW, have a very merry Christmas, amazing holidays and a prosperous new year

Adams: Stay safe!

THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Drexel, Andy, Ali, The Mean Girls, mystery seg guy, Blaque Hart, Sean Jackson, Dave, Maggie, Vixen, Sephiroth, Roxi, Also again to Vixen for the great match banners! We'll see you all in 2015 for Inception. Happy Holidays and a safe New Year.