PW: What? Tell me!

A big smile grows on Misty's face as Dixie shakes her head, completely against any of this.

Misty: I'm going to ask Melody and Roxi to teach me how to wrestle again! I'm going to stay a wrestler!

The crowd's cheering can be heard from where they are standing as Misty claps excitedly. O'Malley smiles, seeing how excited Misty is, but Dixie is still unimpressed. Pussy Willow is shocked.

PW: Wow...Is that such a good idea? I mean, it can take years for prospective wrestlers to learn and perfect all the moves and such. Aren't you afraid you'll get hurt again?

Dixie steps in and interrupts Misty once again before she can answer for herself.

Dixie: She's not even thinking about that possibility, because her friends Roxi, Melody and O'Malley here, seem to think that if she steps into the ring, her memories might magically come back. This crap caused her to lose her memory in the first place!

Misty closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. O'Malley steps towards Dixie.

O'Malley: Dixie, love, why don't ye just calm down? It's Misty's decision. I know ye mean well, but I think we all have to let her---

Dixie: Whatever, O'Malley! You people aren't looking out for her one bit, and by the time she realizes that, it'll be too late and she'll be worse off than she is now!

Dixie then turns around and storms back into the room. Misty looks at Pussy Willow apologetically.

Misty: I'm sorry about that. I hope she hasn't always been like that...

Pussy Willow shakes her head.

PW: I don't think she has, but I imagine that is what being cheated on with a Mean Girl will do to you...

O'Malley glares at Pussy Willow, just as her voice trails off. Misty doesn't get the reference to her, and she just shrugs it off, not interested in any more details.

Misty: Whoever they are...Anyway, can you tell us where we can find Melody and Roxi? I want to surprise them!

PW: Oh, sure! I believe they're both getting ready for their matches in the women's locker room. Want me to take you there?

Misty: I'll have O'Malley take me there, thanks!

O'Malley smiles politely at Pussy Willow before heading off down the hall in search of the Women's locker rooms. Misty follows closely behind him so she doesn't get lost and Pussy Willow turns and heads off in the opposite direction.

It's still a bit time before her tag match and Amanda walks around backstage. It's not that she's nervous, but she has to face her friend and former partner Vero and so she's not really happy. She really doesn't need any trouble with the Mean a girls and so she's a bit worried. Now everybody seems to be a bit busy and she feels pretty alone here in this arena and so she is looking for her tag partner Despayre, hoping that she can talk a bit. Now she lights a cigarette and continues to walk around, but everything is new and she doesn't know exactly where to go. A bit frustrated she leans against a wall and sighs.

Amanda: Damn, I really wish someone would be here, but it seems they are all gone or already at the stage. Shit ...it sucks.

"What sucks?"

The voice draws the attention of Amanda to turn her head in the direction it came from and there stands her diminutive tag team partner, Despayre, holding his best friend, the teddy bear Angel, close to his chest with one arm, and in his free hand he is holding a cone of bright blue cotton candy. There is one mystery solved as to where he has been, obviously hounding the snack vendors out where all the fans congregate. Traces of dried cotton candy surrounded his lips, and oddly enough, was on the fuzzy 'muzzle' of the teddy bear as well.

Despayre took another big bite from the cone and then held it out to Amanda.

Despayre: Want some?

Amanda: No thanks ...

She looks at him with a smile in her face. In some way she likes him, but she still isn't so sure what to think. A guy and a cool one with a teddy, a bit strange, but whatever. She turns her head and looks directly at him.

Amanda: And I mean it sucks that I have to face one of my friends. I don't like such things, but don't worry, I'll give my best. I'm not so eager to get a title shot, but I wanna win this tournament.

For a moment she laughs out, but then she becomes honest again.

Amanda: You know, I'm not that young anymore for a wrestler and I doubt that I will do all this here for a longer time and I really wanna end my career with a few wins. So I always give my best and I never leave my partners alone. That I'm part of the a Mean Girls doesn't mean that I'm completely unfair.

Then she tilts her head a bit to the side and smiles again.

Amanda: By the way, nice Teddy. Do you always take him with you?

But it seems that Despayre is a little distracted as his face is almost buried in the sweet treat of cotton candy and as he tears a large piece off and starts 'inhaling' it, he scrunches up his nose and makes a funny face, as if he is in desperate need of a sneeze -- and that is exactly what he does, and right into his candy! Despayre stares at it for a fair few seconds with a mournful expression, before he turns and offers it to the teddy bear.

Despayre: You finish it.

He pauses a moment and then rolls his eyes, huffing.

Despayre: Fine!

And he turns and spots a waste basket against the wall and drops the cone and ruined cotton candy into the waste. He shakes his head and stares at Amanda.

Despayre: I hate wasting good cotton candy. If Angel here wasn't such a fussy bear, I wouldn't have had to.

He leans close to her for a second to whisper to her in a conspiracy manner.

Despayre: Teddy bears have this thing about germs, you know.

He leans back, nodding seriously. But his next words are proof that he was paying attention to her, at least somewhat.

Despayre: Angel always goes with me, wherever I might need him. He's not just my protector. He's my best friend. I wouldn't be where I am today without him.

Amanda: Well, this you really should explain me one day.

Probably some people would laugh at him now, but Amanda isn't really mean. She mostly plays the tough one, but deep insides she's pretty nice and often a bit insecure. Then she puts her hand on his arm.

Amanda: It's good that he protects you, but tonight you won't need it. I'll be here and I'll take care that nothing goes wrong. So I'm here to protect ha ...you can see me as something like your big sis ...

She looks over to the trash where the rest of the candy is and shrugs.

Amanda: And don't worry about it. After we have won tonight, I'll buy you some more of this stuff and then we three, I mean you, angel and me can party ...

Now she really laugh a bit, but it's in a friendly way.

Amanda: But one thing ...I'd prefer a beer than this candy stuff. It's not good for the teeth and I don't wanna become fat ..

Despayre: Well... if you're that concerned for your health...

Despayre, without a care, promptly reaches over and pinches the cigarette in his thumb and forefinger and pulls it from her lips and drops it in a plastic cup of water, extinguishing it.

Despayre: Angel says those things are worsed for you than candy is. My dad had to stop smoking and he did it alllll the time. I caught him smoking again and told our housekeeper, Theresa, on him. Hm...

He stares at Amanda for a moment, one eye wide and the other narrow, tapping his fingers to his chin. He then points at her and asks.

Despayre: Who can I tattle on to you for smoking?

For a moment she is shocked as he takes away the cigarette from him and normally she would have become annoyed, but in some way here it's different.

Amanda: Well, you're right ...I should really stop it. Well ...and you can tell my wife Rose ...

The whole situation is so weird, but also cute and Amanda giggles lightly.

Amanda: Hehe, then she would prolly put me over her knee and slap my ass ...haha ...

Again she looks at him and shakes her head.

Amanda: But now you must tell me how a nice boy with a teddy comes to wrestling ...

Despayre stares at her blankly for a moment until he responds.

Despayre: By car. Just like you.

He then looks at Angel and nods.

Despayre: Ohhhhh! That's all together different!

He looks at Amanda and nods.

Despayre: Sorry. I misunderstood you. Um, well I always liked wrestling. I used to watch the GLOW girls on TV at... home, I guess. When dad founded me, he helped train me and Gabriel to wrestle. Angel helped too, you know. And then we started in some place called AWA and then came here. I prefer tag team matches, but dad and Gabriel are always trying to get me to wrestle alone. They both say I can win the big one, but I don't want to.

He shakes his head in the negative.

Despayre: Where is the fun in doing something that you enjoy if you're not doing it with someone else? That's why I like tag matches. That's my motto!

Now Amanda really smiles.

Amanda: That's true and you're really a nice boy that you wanna share it with others and wanna make them happy too.

For a moment she pauses.

Amanda: So you and Angel like me?

She isn't so sure how he will react, but she's curious, especially as she really likes him and sees in him something like her little brother whom she never had.

Despayre: Angel likes everyone. ... Well, almost everyone. He has this natural affinity for fighting the beasties in my closet and under my bed. Natural enemies, you know.

He cuddles the teddy bear closer to his chest and a faint tinge colors his cheeks. he shrugs and looks about everywhere but at her directly. He was in age, twenty years old, but mentally he is a mere toddler, and as such, females were an altogether different world to him.

Despayre: I like you. I mean, you haven't given me a reason not to. Delia is in your group, too. She's my friend. I wish she an' Melody didn't hafta wrestle each other. I don't like my friends fighting. Though when Gabriel teases rage it's pretty funny.

He 'snonks' a restrained laugh, covering his nose with his hand.

"There you are."

The deep, monotone voice is new to the little gathering, and Despayre smiles brightly as he always does when around one of his biggest heroes. 'Big' being the operative word as Amanda sees none other than the man she had been openly giving lip to over twitter the past few weeks approach from the hall. Synn, Despayre's father, slowly walks up and rests an arm on his son's shoulder, but those burning green eyes are set solely on Ms. Cortez. Despayre leans his head back against his father's chest and looks up at the 6'8" man and points towards her.

Despayre: She's my partner tonight! Do you know her?

Synn watches Amanda but for his son's benefit, does not say 'exactly' what he might under normal circumstances.

Synn: Yes. I believe I am familiar with the lady.

As Amanda sees him, she really becomes pale and shies back. Her hand lightly trembles and she shoves it into her pocket, while she looks around, hoping to find a way to get away here. But it doesn't look too good and so she only looks up to this guy.

Amanda: Oh yes ..we are, and in some way we didn't had the best start. But ...but I hope we can clear our differences another day. I mean today I'm the partner of your son and I'm sure you want him to have help and not a crippled partner ....

Hopefully this will work, but she isn't so sure.

At the mentioning of a 'crippled partner', Despayre frowns and glances up at his dad with a perplexed expression.

Despayre: What does she mean?

Synn waits for the briefest of moments before answering. He could easily explain to Despayre about the rather heated exchanges between that he had with this woman over the past couple of weeks on Twitter, but thought it probably for the best to forego any such explanation should he want his son to have a chance at success with her for a partner.

Synn: I believe she means that it is time for the both of you to get ready for your match which will be soon.

Synn drapes his large arm around Despayre's shoulder and begins to steer him around and direct him down the hall and towards the dressing room area. Despayre glances back and waves towards Amanda.

Despayre: See you later partner!

As they continue on down the hall, Amanda hears the following exchange...

"Where is your cotton candy? I thought that's what you ventured out for in the first place."

"Angel sneezed on it and I had to throw it out. ... Oh yes you did!"

THE FOLLOWING ANNOUNCEMENT HAS BEEN PAID FOR BY THE MEAN GIRLS

The cameras start rolling in a dimly lit room where we see Veronica Taylor sitting in a chair. She has a big smile on her face and one leg crossed over the other as she looks at the camera before speaking.

Veronica Taylor: People, have got the Mean Girls movement all wrong. We are not here to be bullies. In fact we are just like everyday people, I mean yes we are more beautiful than the rest, but we are really a lot like all of you.

The scene then cuts to Veronica ordering a hamburger well a veggie burger, with low fat condiments, and whole wheat buns. As the camera then cuts back to her with the same smile on her face.

Veronica Taylor: I mean we are always helping the less fortunate.

The scene then cuts to clips of the Mean Girls with Tessa, and Hollywood, then flashes to when kicked out Tessa, and put the Jealous Janis take top over her. Then it cuts, to other moments such as fashion police segments.

Veronica Taylor: Also, we are always humble. Despite all the success we have enjoyed.

The clips that run now are from Violent Conduct III when they won all the titles in the bombshells division though Veronicas partner was edited out of the footage. Then it cuts the next night, in their ring promo.

Veronica Taylor: In fact just think of us as regular people like each and everyone of you. I mean we enjoy shopping trips.

The cameras now show Veronica shopping spotting a dress on sale for eighty dollars she then holds her nose like a smell is coming off of it, and then grabs a more expensive dress. Before, showing another scene similar but this time in a Jewelry store.

Veronica Taylor: We enjoy going to parties, and hanging out with our friends.

Then it shows a couple of Hollywood red carpet events attended by Veronica, and other members of the Mean Girls. As well as parties attended by Delia Darling, Mercedes Vargas, Angelica, and Amanda Cortez. As they rub elbows with some of Hollywood's most famous celebrities.

Veronica Taylor: And we are always giving our time to help everyone after all. Being a Mean Girl is not about being a bully..No, its about being above the hate, being above the fold, and being a regular person just like each and everyone watching tonight...Though a much more beautiful, statuesque, and sophisticated person. Because, though we love everyone not everyone can sit with us..sorry bout it.

Veronica blows a kiss, as another banner appears in the same writing as the first one.

THE PROCEEDING ANNOUNCEMENT HAS BEEN PAID FOR BY THE MEAN GIRLS.

The camera cuts back to the ring where Gabriel Asar is waiting

Justin: The following contest is a single match. Introducing first, to my right, from Newark, New Jersey, weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, Gabriel Asar!

Adams: That's what happens when you delete your CD.

Simone: Huh?

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.

DING DING DING!

Instantly, Asar and Watts get in to each others faces.

Simone: These two have little respect for each other.

Both Asar and Watts start to yell at each other. Asar pulls back a right hand first and nails Watts in the head with it but Watts throws a fired up right hand back, catching Asar in the side of the head, Asar fires another back in Watts's direction, rocking him backwards. Asar moves in with another shot to Watts, knocking him back in to the corner. Asar fires three shots at Watts's head, the force making Watts's head bounce off the turnbuckle behind him. Asar steps back as if to pounce but Watts grabs him under the arms and spins Asar around. Forcing him now in to the corner. Watts lays right hand after right hand to Asar's head. Watts steps out and runs in but Asar jumps up on to the ropes and lays back, causing Watts to crash hard in to the turnbuckle. Asar swings a leg and catch Watts in the side of the head with an almighty kick. Watts falls backwards and Asar perches himself on the top rope, his feet on the second turnbuckle. Asar jumps off, nailing Watts with a kick to the chest, sending him flying across the ring. Asar scrambles over Watts, going for the cover.

Simone: Asar not wasting a move here.

Asar springs to his feet before Watts can get up, and kicks him in the back. Watts straightens up and Asar grabs hold of Watts's head, flipping over him and snapping Watts's neck forward. Moving back to Watts and stomping on his chest. Asar pulls Watts to his feet and catches him with a European uppercut, sending Watts backwards against the ropes. Asar charges at him and clotheslines him over the top rope and to the outside.

Adams: Asar is all kinds of fired up tonight.

Watts pulls himself up on the ring apron but Asar quickly charges and nails Watts with a baseball slide, sending him backwards and in to the announce table.

Adams: I think we're being joined here by Andrew Watts. Hello Watts

Simone: Idiot.

Asar steps out of the ring and on to the ring apron. He dives towards Watts, but Watts moves out of the way, the force crashing Asar in to the announce table.

Adams: Now I think we're being joined by Gabriel Asar. Hello Asar.

Watts grabs Asar's head and crashes it in to the announce table.

Adams: He spilled my juice!

Watts takes Asar by the wrist and whips him back first in to the ring apron. Watts follows in with a clothesline, squashing Asar against the ring apron. Watts looks up at the ref telling the two to get back in the ring. Watts takes Asar by the head and rolls him in to the ring, leaving Asar's head hanging just outside the ropes. Watts quickly gets up the stairs and charges along the ring apron, dropping a leg across Asar's neck and landing outside the ring. Watts quickly rolls in the ring and leans over Asar, nailing him in the head with two quick and sharp right hands. Watts runs towards the ropes, bouncing back and landing on Asar's chest with a leg drop! Watts goes for the cover.

Simone: So close for Watts.

Watts stays on the attack, quickly getting to his feet and looking down at Asar. Watts rips Asar from the canvas and hooks him up in a scoop slam. He charges and nails Asar with a powerslam. Watts bounds back to his feet, looking down on Asar. Watts pulls Asar to his feet and nails him with a quick shot to the jaw. Watts grabs Asar in a headlock and pulls tight, squeezing the air from Asar's body before dropping him down in a bulldog style move. Watts leans over Asar and hits him with a right hand, followed by a second. Watts looks to the top rope and moves towards it, quickly springing up on the top. Watts jumps off the top rope, nailing Asar with a huge diving elbow. A crash on impact echoes around the arena.

Adams: This shows how much of an all rounder he really is.

Watts hooks the leg and Holly Wood counts

Simone: Oh that one was so close!

Watts gets to his knees and runs his fingers through his hair. Watts returns to his feet and pulls Asar back up with him. Watts plants a boot in to Asar's mid section. Watts pulls Asar in a powerbomb position. Watts pulls Asar up in a powerbomb position and holds Asar up, but Asar nails Watts with a punch to the head. Asar pushes himself off Watts and lands on his feet. Asar quickly kicks Watts in the gut, doubling him over. Asar hooks Watts up in a DDT position and drops him on his head!

Adams: Watts landed right on his head!

Asar slowly pulls himself over Watts and covers. Holly Wood drops to count.

Simone: Asar looks shocked.

Asar's face tells the story of shock and disappointment. He springs to his feet arguing with Holly Wood about a slow count. A dazed looking Watts moves in behind Asar, crawling in his direction. Watts grabs hold of Asar's legs and pulls him down, rolling him in to a cover. Holly Wood smiles and drops down to count

Simone: Arguing with the referee nearly cost Asar.

Asar gets up and dives on Watts, nailing him with hard shots again, Watts rolls him over and starts to plant shots back on Asar. Asar flips Watts on to his back and nails him with a hard elbow to the head, close to the eye, knocking the thoughts out of Watts. Asar stomps aggressively on Watts, yelling as he stomps, putting more in to every shot. Asar reaches down and pulls Watts up and nails him with another shot in the head, not listening to the referees warnings. Watts bends over and Asar catches him with a quick running knee lift to the jaw, knocking him down to the canvas. Watts crawls in to the corner and Asar lowers his kneepad.

Simone: If he connects, Watts could be losing some teeth.

Adams: Do we even have dental here?

Asar charges at Watts and catches him in the jaw with a huge shot from the unprotected knee! Watts looks dazed as Asar pulls Watts to his feet. Asar hooks Watts's arms up in a double underhook, causing the noise to rise. Asar lifts him up and drops him down with a double arm DDT! Asar sits breathing hard but rolls him over and goes for the cover.

Adams: Wowzer! I thought it was done.

Asar returns to his feet, slowly moving towards the ropes and putting his hands on the top rope. He takes a hard deep breath and pulls himself up on the ropes, but Watts gets to his feet, moving behind him. As Asar turns around, Watts pushes his legs and Asar falls and crotches himself on the top rope!

Adams: He'll be singing soprano for a while

Watts smirks at Asar, tapping the side of his head, and grabs Asar's head, spinning his back to Asar and locking on, pulling Asar off the top rope with....

THE HIGHLIGHT!

Simone: The Highlight from the top rope!

Watts rolls Asar on his back and goes for the cover

Justin: The winner of the match.... ANDREW WATTS!

Simone: You can say what you want about Andrew Watts but that man is on one hell of a winning streak

Love the Way You Hate Me - Like a Storm bursts over the speaker system as Watts stands to his feet with a smirk. Watts nods his head, another impressive victory yet again, taking his streak to 5 wins. Watts stands in the center of the ring for a few seconds, looking around at the fans who are giving him a mixed reaction... the majority boo him, but there are those who are cheering as well. Watts walks over to the ropes, hitting the canvas and sliding out under the bottom rope. Watts walks over to the announce table area, grabbing a microphone and then grabbing a steel chair. Watts tosses the chair into the ring as he slides back into the ring himself.

Adams: What the hell is he doing?

Simone: I'm not really sure honestly...

Watts grabs the chair, setting it up in the center of the ring, as he sits down reverse style in it, resting his arms atop the chair as his music fades out. Watts looks around for a few seconds, the microphone still in his hand as he raises it to his lips and he begins to speak.

Andrew Watts: You know, it's kind of funny... it seems every week they throw a different random name in with my name, and book a match. It seems every week that random name talks all of this shit, saying they are going to kick my ass, telling me I talk too much, telling me that I am too cocky, too confident.

Watts pauses for a second, chuckling to himself, before continuing.

Andrew Watts: It's really funny though, considering this overconfident, cocky asshole who everyone claims is going to lose every week... just keeps on winning.

Watts stays seated, adjusting his legs a bit, looking down at the canvas and then facing forward again as he continues.

Andrew Watts: First it was Hydro... he talked himself up, he made up fictional accomplishments about himself, he tried everything he could to get in my head, to get the fans to back him, to get authority to back him... and then what happened? Hydro stepped into the ring with me, and where is Hydro now? That's right... gone.

Watts smirks, taking a couple of breaths, and then continuing.

Andrew Watts: Then it was Drexel Matheson. Everyone was talking about Drexel, how impressive he had been lately, how dangerous he was in the ring... Drexel got all confident, Drexel claimed he would take me down, and what happened? Drexel ate a Highlight, took a loss... and everything has just gone straight downhill for him ever since...

Watts nods his head with confidence, a cocky grin as he continues.

Andrew Watts: Then there was the National Hillbilly Alliance... or whatever the hell you want to call them. Those two were at it for weeks, they even brought their fuck-buddy sister... or wife... or cousin or whatever the hell she was into it... they talked about me every chance they got, they claimed week in and week out they would shut me up and they both got their fair chances in one on one matches. Well, maybe they needed a two on one because we all know exactly what the hell happened to them...

Watts still seated as he rubs his free hand against the bottom of his chin, smirk on his face as he takes a few breaths and then continues.

Andrew Watts: Tonight it was Gabriel Asar... everyone talked about what an amazing match it was going to be... some people even called me the underdog, talking about how I would have the chance to face someone great. Only it was the other way around, Asar had the chance to face someone great... and what happened to Asar? He got too cocky like the rest of them... he was Highlighted... and where is he now? That's right... he is in the back, probably crying in the corner of the male locker room showers, like he likes to do.

Watts smirks, standing up as he folds the chair back up, tossing it to the ground, lifting the microphone up to his lips and continuing to talk... now standing straight up in the center of the ring.

Andrew Watts: I think I have made my point, I think I make my point every week... whoever gets the privilege of going one on one with me, or stepping into the ring with me... you should know that it will be the worst night of your SCW career... you should know that the outcome is determined the second my music hits... and you should know from the time that starting bell sounds all the way until the ending bell sounds, there is only one way that the match will unfold... that's right, Highlight... Cover... One... Two... Three...

Watts nods his head in confidence, walking towards the ropes, stopping as he reaches them, placing his free hand atop the top rope as he brings the microphone to his lips once again.

Andrew Watts: Oh yeah... and whoever my partner is in this Blast from the Past tournament... consider yourself the luckiest Bombshell on the roster, because the second you were drawn as my partner... you instantly became the second most dangerous person in this tournament... second to me, of course.

Watts smirks, dropping the microphone as Love the Way You Hate Me - Like a Storm hits again. Watts exits the ring, confidently with a cocky grin as he begins to make his way up the entrance ramp, raising an arm in the air. Watts nods his head, the fans still mixed emotions towards him as some cheer... and some boo, but neither phasing Watts.

The scene opens in Sean's dressing room with Pamela playing the part of drill sergeant, pacing back and forth in front of Sean Jackson, Marshall Owens and Vanessa.

Pamela: No wonder you didn't want me having a hands on interest in my husband's career. After what I heard out there in...

Marshall quickly chimes in.

Marshall: You've got ev...

Pamela quickly stops and stands directly in Marshall's face.

Pamela: No one gave you permission to speak, NO ONE. At Inception, my husband was the heavyweight champion and by nights end...your incompetence caused him to lose it.

Marshall goes to say something, but quickly stops as Pamela's hand goes up, prepared to deliver a slap.

Pamela: Not one word Marshall, not ONE. My husband is no longer the heavyweight champion and I'm not the least bit happy about it.

Jackson: Pam...

She shoots him a look

Pamela: Shut...up. Just, shut up. I don't want to hear anything coming out of that mouth tonight. You sat up there, in that ring and you praised a man who is nothing more than a common thief.

Sean lowers his head.

Pamela: Yeah, you should be ashamed. Well no husband of mine is going to be a failure, because if you fail, I fail...and I be damned if you're going to drag me down. So tonight, you get in that ring and you drill that knee into the back of Jon's skull. Do you understand me?

He nods his head.

Pamela: Good.

She looks at Marshall.

Pamela: See, it's not that difficult. You give instructions and demand that it....

Jackson: Well you know, Jon really is a nice guy and I...

Once again, Pamela slaps him in the face...hard. It causes Sean to once again lose his balance, as if his knees buckled and the facial expression changes.

Jackson: And I just want to beat the f%^k out of him.

As Sean storms away...Pamela, Vanessa, and Marshall all have that confused look on their faces.

Marshall: Wait, what just happened here?

Pamela: I was about to ask you.

Vanessa can only shrug as the scene fades.

Travis is standing outside his private dressing room as the cameras are pointed directly at him. He smirks before telling them to come a little closer.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Tonight, marks the night attitude gets added back into SCW. It all starts with Melody and myself destroying the Mean Girl loser and her partner. I am done talking. It's time to go out there and prove to everyone that I am a winner. If you have a problem with that well I just have three words for ya. Deal With It.

He walks off as Travis shoves the camera out of his face.

The camera cuts backstage where a familiar face is walking around. Kris Halich, dressed in a red hooded sweatshirt and jeans walks around a corner, flanked by the camera. Coming around the bend towards him is none other than "Stoner" Scott Oliver. Kris shakes his head with a smile.

Stoner: "There was a rumor that you were floating around backstage.

Kris holds his arms out to his sides and shrugs.

Kris Halich: Well here I am, in the flesh. I guess some rumors are true after all.

Scott comes closer to Kris, and shakes his hand, nodding towards the camera. Kris turns to it and takes a step back surprised.

Kris Halich: And apparently now everyone knows that I am here. Hopefully I didn't have plans of sneak attacking someone in their match.

He turns back to Scott.

Kris Halich: You blew my chances man.

Scott shakes his head, trying to find the words to apologize. Kris pats him on the shoulder.

Kris Halich: I'm just messing with you. I am here to hang out. No violence tonight. Its just been too long since I showed my face around here.

Kris starts to walk away from Scott and the camera, but the interviewer hits him with the question everyone was thinking.

Stoner: Does this mean you are back in SCW to stay?

Kris stops and turns back towards him with a shrug.

Kris Halich: Maybe I was just in the neighborhood.

Stoner: ... but we are in Glasgow.

Kris nods, acting dumbfounded by that fact.

Kris Halich: Right... well then yeah, I guess that means I am back.

He turns back around and keeps walking away. The camera turns to Scott who nods, pleased before the cameras cut away.

The cameras switch backstage, following behind O'Malley and Misty. O'Malley is searching around for the right locker room until he finds the right one. He stops short of the door, waiting to knock as he turns around to face Misty.

O'Malley: If ye want to surprise them love, ye'll have to stay back and out of view until the right moment. Remember they don't know yer here.

Misty frowns, disappointed, but she nods.

Misty: Oh...right. Ok, I'll just wait over here then.

O'Malley smiles and nods before he turns and faces the door. He takes in a deep breath, then knocks a few times, waiting for an answer. A few moments later the door swings open and Melody Grace appears, an excited smile on her face as she seems O'Malley.

Melody: O'Malley! Roxi, he's here!

Melody gives O'Malley a hug as Misty hides from view. Roxi appears a few moments later, also offering a friendly hug.

Roxi: What's up O'Malley? Misty said yesterday that you were going to bring a surprise for us? She didn't have to get us anything!

O'Malley laughs.

O'Malley: Lovely to see ye ladies, and yes, I do have a surprise for the two of ye.

Melody: Yay! I LOVE surprises! Is it a Unicorn cake like the one Misty showed on Twitter the other day?! Please say it is!

Misty quietly laughs to herself as she listens to her two excited friends, and O'Malley shakes his head, before running his hand through his hair.

O'Malley: No, it's not a unicorn cake, but it is just as big a surprise I think.

Roxi: Well...what is it? Where is it?

O'Malley spins around, looking for Misty. Roxi and Melody look past him, wondering what the surprise is when Misty jumps out in front of them! Their eyes light up as they see her.

Misty: Right here! I'm the surprise!

Melody and Roxi look at one another, shocked the Misty came all the way to Scotland, but they jump excitedly.

Roxi: You...you came all the way to Scotland?!

Melody: OH MY GOD YOU'RE HERE!!

The three friends of "Team Super Sprinkles Unicorn Lovers United"(apparently not up for discussion anymore) hug one another and act like kiddy teenagers. O'Malley says a safe distance back, smiling and laughing at the three ladies.

Misty: I couldn't stay in Las Vegas anymore. I was so BORED and Dixie was driving me NUTS.

Roxi: How did you manage to get away from her?

Melody: Who cares how she did it? She's here! She's back!

Misty: Well...sort of. Dixie wouldn't let me come here alone with O'Malley, so she tagged along. She's somewhere else in the building right now.

Melody and Roxi exchange glances with O'Malley and he shrugs.

O'Malley: Sorry, loves. Dixie insisted on coming with us to make sure Misty is okay.

Melody: Well, we'll just prove to her that Misty is just fine! Won't we?!

Roxi: Of course! The three of us can work together and try and find the two people who attacked you two. Wait...Do you remember something?!

Misty shakes her head disappointedly.

Misty: Unfortunately, no. And that's not the only reason why I came here. I need to ask you two a favor.

Roxi: Anything you need!

Melody: We're here to help, always!

Misty looks back to O'Malley, unsure of what to say. He nods in encouragement as Roxi and Melody stare at her curiously. She turns back around to ask them her favor.

Misty: Well...I was wondering if you two...might sort of teach me...how to wrestle again?

Melody and Roxi are shocked to hear this question, but they're both smiling.

Melody: Are you serious?! You want..US...to teach you how to wrestle again?!

Misty nods.

Roxi: Are you sure? What about Dixie? How does she feel about this?

Misty: It doesn't matter how she feels about it. If wrestling was a big part of my life before I lost my memory, maybe it will help bring my memories back somehow. Sure, I'm a little nervous about it, but I'm sure you two could teach me again, right?

Melody jumps up and down excitedly.

Melody: Of course we can! And we'll have so much fun, too! You'll get your memories back in no time and who knows, maybe everything will just feel natural to you! It'll be easy!

Roxi: Melly, hold on. It might not be that easy, but we definitely WILL help her. We also have to make sure she doesn't get hurt, though. And what about the people who attacked you?

Misty: I don't know. Maybe...maybe they'll try something again, but we'll be prepared this time and we'll expect it! I don't care. I don't want to think about that right now. I just want to get on with my life!

Roxi: Well...if that's what you want. I'm game!

Melody: Me too! I'm so excited!!!

O'Malley clears his throat, grabbing the attention of all three ladies.

O'Malley: I hate to break this up, ladies. Misty...Melody and Roxi both have matches to get ready for. Why don't we get back to yer sister and then we can catch up after the show and discuss plans?

Misty frowns, but she nods.

Misty: Oh...okay then. Yeah! I'll let you two get ready for your matches! I'll try and watch from back here, too, and root you ladies on, too!

Melody: Okay! See you later!

Roxi: Looking forward to it! And, don't let Dixie get to you either. Maybe she'll come around.

Misty shrugs. She gives the ladies a final hug before heading off down the hall with O'Malley as they head back to find Dixie. Roxi and Melody disappear back into the locker room now in a better mood than before after seeing Misty.

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Iiiiiiintroducing first, representing FoShan, China, standing at 6 feet and weighing in at 225 pounds, he represents The New X-Tremes, he is... JOOOOOOON DOOOOOOOOOOOOOUGHHHH!!!

Jon waits for the lyrics to start and holding a mic in his right hand he walks from behind the curtain singing the lyrics to the song while he high fives as many fans as he can till he hit's the ring. He then slides from under the button ropes. Gets on his feet and gets on top of one of the turnbuckles and hold the mic up in the air while the crowd sings the chorus. The music fades out as Jon hands the micro[hone to the outside of the ring.

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

Justin Decent: Aaaaaaaaaand his opponent! Hailing from Dallas, Texas, standing at 6 feet 2 inches and weighing in at 220 pounds, he is "The Mental Rapist"... SEEEEEEEEEEEEAN JAAAAAAAAAAAACKSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOONNN!!!

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 his wife Pamela Duke-Jackson. Jackson is motionless while Pamela moves to his side and plants a kiss on his cheek. Sean is completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Pamela finishes the kiss and turns towards the camera.

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

His face remains stoic as Vanessa and Marshall Owens step into view, taking up positions behind them. 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. Pamela is still wearing the short black dress while Vanessa has on a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavage while Jackson has on a black shirt with the HSI logo on the front. He is also wearing black trunks with red HSI lettering with gold trim. Of course, Marshall is the only one in a suit with tie.

As soon as they enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Pamela and 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.

DING! DING! DING!

Dough looks over to the former SCW heavyweight Champion, who extends his hand for a shake. Jon practically laughs at this while Sean insists. Jon takes a few steps back as Sean steps forward, insisting further. Jon shakes his head, but Jackson insists further. Jon gives in and grabs Sean's hand, shaking it quickly as he prepares for some sort of attack. When one doesn't come, he eases up as Jackson backs up a few paces, giving Dough some room with a nod of respect. Dough returns it with a bit of uncertainty as they come to the center of the ring. Referee Jacob Summers stands between them and then gives the official start. Both men step back a bit, sizing each other up as they circle one another. Jackson goes for a quick lunge, but stops short as Jon prepares for it. Jackson takes a few steps backward as they continue to circle one another.

Adams: I don't know what Jackson's game is here, but this has got to be the friendliest I've ever seen "The Mental Rapist"... It's like a game of cat and mouse!

Simone: Judging by the very underhanded Jackson and his ability to deceive his opponent, I would say he will lure Dough into thinking he is the cat, and then letting him know otherwise.

With the constant circling, Jon is caught off guard for the slightest of moments when Jackson is suddenly behind him. He goes to swing backward, but Jackson carries him back with a Float Over Suplex, landing him hard against the mat. He bounces off of the ropes and then comes crashing down with a Legdrop to the chest of Jon. He lifts his stunned opponent, and then whips him across the ring. As he rebounds, Jackson goes for a Back Body Drop, but Jon comes across hard with a kick to his chin. As he stumbles back, Jon lunges forward for a Clothesline that levels Jackson. The crowd cheers for the young FoShan representative as he plays to them, leaping up in a quick display of celebration.

Simone: It is no secret that Jon Dough has the fans behind him, but you would think that Sean Jackson thinks he does too!

Adams: Nah, I think it's because he promised to buy rounds if he wins tonight. Never mind, I change my opinion...

The crowd cheers louder and louder until Jon turns into a hard Spinning Heel Kick that nearly knocks the taste out of his mouth. He holds onto his jaw as he spins around in a full circle. As he comes back, Jackson hits a hard European Uppercut to Dough, and then moves behind him and plants him hard against the mat with a nearly perfect German Suplex that he hooks on for a pin.

Simone: We could be in for an early victory here from Jackson.

1!

2!

Barely at the two count, Dough slips his shoulder off of the mat. As he rolls off and Jackson gets up, Jon darts forward with a barrage of heavy punches and kicks on the slightly taller Jackson. He uses this to his advantage as he backs him into a corner, ducking all punches that Sean tries to throw his way. He hits a hard knee to the gut, and then sizes Jackson up for a Knife's Edge Chop to his chest. The crowd echoes a resounding "oooh!" before Dough hits another. He looks around in satisfaction, nodding his head to the audience and their support.

Adams: This guy sure knows how to deliver a chop. You could probably hear those outside of the building tonight!

Simone: I agree with you there, Jason. Is that a first? But, I think you are just trying to kiss up to Dough for the NXT after party...

Adams: Do you think it's working?

With that distraction, Jackson slips from out of the corner, holding onto his chest for a moment. He stands directly behind Dough before he even realizes that Sean had escaped the corner. The crowd looks stunned as Jackson wraps his arm around Dough's throat and twists over with a Spinning Neckbreaker. It isn't long before Jackson drops an elbow down onto Dough, standing up and repeating the process quickly two more times. He drapes over Dough who is staring up at the ceiling almost seeming a bit confused as his brain is shaken. He is then dragged to his feet by the former champ and thrown over to the corner with precision. Jackson looks around for a moment, raising his arms into the air to get the fans support, but he is left empty handed for his efforts. Sean then crashes into Dough with what is supposed to be a Leaping Body Splash, but Dough drops down quickly, causing Jackson to collide with the top turnbuckle. He wastes no time this time around as he rolls Jackson up into a Schoolboy Pin.

1!

1.5!

Simone: Excellent form, but the execution was just a bit premature, not even getting a two count from the masked one, Jon Dough!

Adams: There is a lot of determination in the eyes of the man willing to take on all three members of Power Play on his own.

Before the second count, Jackson kicks out. Dough grips onto his arms and lifts him up, shoving his head between his legs. He looks around quickly and then lifts Jackson up into a Powerbomb position. Jackson flails to try getting free, even trying for a punch to Dough's face. It is all for naught as Dough sends him down to the mat in a maneuver that shakes the entire ring, and the building as the cheers are nearly deafening. Dough drops down for another pin.

1!

2!

2.75!

Jackson gets his shoulders up just in the nick of time. The crowd boos, however, feeling bad for Jon Dough. Dough slaps his leg in just a bit of frustration before getting back up to his feet. He picks Jackson up off of the mat and then flings him into the ropes. As he rebounds, Dough goes for a Back Body Drop, but Jackson lunges forward with a Flying Lariat that causes the young Dough to stumble backward. Jackson bounces off of the ropes and comes forward, but Dough finally gets that Back Body Drop he was seeking moments ago. Jackson flops against the mat and rolls around holding his back. Dough darts over to the nearest corner and quickly climbs to the top. Dough looks around at the audience, getting them pumped up. As he turns around, Jackson has made it to his feet. He clubs the FoShan native, causing him to fall split down the middle.

Adams: This is the third time in this match that Jon Dough has been distracted with trying to please the audience. If he hopes to defeat Sean Jackson here tonight, he's got to focus his attention on the match more than the fans.

Simone: That is a mistake that could very well cost him the match here tonight. Crowd support is important, but in moderation.

Jackson hooks the arm of Dough and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Dough fights back with a jab to Jackson's face. He fires back, and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. The two men balance there, fighting back and forth with punches, until Jackson gets the upper hand. He hooks his arm around Dough's neck and then sets him up for a Superplex. Dough hooks his leg around Jackson's, nearly tripping the two up. He shoves Jackson off, but Jackson still has hold of Dough's arm, and he swings him over in a mid-air Arm drag that sends the crowd into a frenzy. Both men lay out on the ground for a moment, rolling around in their own forms of pain. The audience pulls behind both men, trying to coax them both up to their feet. They slowly work their way there, Jon getting there first. They exchange a few weary punches, both men a tad bit groggy. Jon gets the upper hand, sending a hard right, following it up with a swift left.

Simone: Dough is letting that drive to win kick in and take control. The determination is written all over his face.

Adams: And every fist he delivers to Jackson's face as well.

Dough grabs onto Jackson to send him into the ropes, but Jackson falls to one knee. As he does, he tugs Dough forward with a Shoulderbutt. Jackson stands up and then drags Dough forward into another. This time, Dough follows it up with an offensive maneuver of his own, hitting an Axe Handle Smash across Jackson's back. He pulls him forward with a Belly-to-Back Suplex. He stands up, taking a deep breath as he stumbles back a few paces, leaning onto the turnbuckle to catch his breath. He shakes it off quickly and then darts forward, looking for an Elbow Smash, but Jackson quickly moves out of the way. Dough holds onto his elbow as he rolls back up to his feet.

Simone: Oh, that one looked like it hurt. Jackson is very good at playing opossum.

Adams:It looks like these two are about to engage in a serious stare down. They both know that the end is near, and they are ready to fight for that victory.

Dough is there to see Jackson coming toward him. He drops down, causing Jackson to move over him. As Jackson rebounds, Dough hooks an arm for a Hip Toss, but Jackson reverses it into one of his own. Dough jabs Jackson in the gut, and then he takes a swing forward. Jackson ducks it and goes for a High Angle Suplex, but Dough lands on his feet. As Jackson turns around, he has a surprised look on his face. Dough goes for a punch, but stops as Jackson holds his hand up, asking for a moment. Dough looks a bit annoyed as Jackson points to the side of Jon's face. Dough bats at it as Jackson shakes his hands. He Dough has had enough of this as he shoves Jackson away, and into the ropes. Jackson looks stunned by such betrayal as he comes off of the ropes. Dough catches him by surprise with a Side Kick that nearly takes his head off. Dough shakes his head in disgust as he leans down over Jackson for a pin.

Adams: This could very well be over. This isn't the first time Jackson and Dough have faced off, but it would be Jon's first victory over Sean if he can capitalize.

Simone: And what a big win that would be for Jon Dough, especially coming off of an upset at Inception.

1!

2!

Jackson gets his shoulder up and the crowd rains down boos. Dough stands up, trying to think of the best way to put Jackson away. However, there is a quite different... yet very familiar look on Jackson's face. One that is very sinister as he crawls over toward the ropes, and Vanessa. She whispers something into his ear, but for those who are paying close attention, you can see that she slips something to him. Jon Dough walks up behind him and wraps his arm around Jackson's throat. Vanessa screams as she climbs onto the apron. Jacob Summers immediately comes over to stop her as she tries to get inside of the ring.

Simone: What is this bit... woman doing in there?

Adams: She's either trying to cost Sean Jackson the match, or...

Jason's next thought is brought to life as Sean reaches back, nailing Jon Dough in the head with a blunt object. He slides it across the ring, and Vanessa strategically knocks it off the apron with her foot. Finally, she holds her hands up innocently as Jackson drops down on top of Dough. She points at this and shouts at Jacob, who rushes over to make the count.

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: Your winner via pinfall... Jackson!

Simone: Disgusting... just disgusting...

Adams: Sean Jackson gets one over on Jon Dough yet again...

Jackson stands up as Jacob holds his arm up in victory. "In The Air Tonight" begins playing as Vanessa rolls inside of the ring. She shoves Jacob away as she holds his arm up now. Jackson looks down at Jon Dough, nudging him with his foot before laughing at his opponent who is out cold. Jackson and Vanessa walk to the ropes, stepping out onto the apron before dropping down to the floor to make their way backstage.

The camera comes to life in the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward. He sits wearing blue jeans and white T-shirt, as he rests his feet on the desk in front of him. A calm peaceful look crosses his face as he looks at a watch on his wrist. His eyebrows lower as he taps the watch face.

HS: Bloody watch! Why'd I buy it off those two?

Hot Stuff shrugs as the door to his office opens up and Erik Staggs bursts in.

HS: Right on time.

Hot Stuff looks disappointedly at the watch.

HS: I think.

Erik moves round to the front of his desk.

Erik: What's the big fuss? I got a message that you called for my presence here.

Hot Stuff takes his feet off the desk and smiles widely at Erik.

HS: Thought you'd want to see this.

Erik fires a confused look back in Hot Stuff's direction.

Erik: See what?

HS: Patience...

As Hot Stuff finishes his word, the door opens again and Christian Underwood walks in to the room. He shuts the door behind him and moves to the desk.

Christian: So I got a message to meet you here. I got that announcement thing to make soon, so time is limited here.

HS: I just thought you might like to see me get some use out of your little Christmas present you got me.

Hot Stuff turns and winks towards a still confused Erik.

HS: I thought I'd buy you dinner to thank you for that present and Erik dinner in an early celebration of his upcoming debut as an SCW wrestler.

Christian: You do realize we're in the middle of a show here?

HS: Yeah, but I found this great place down the road that does amazing pizza and these giant ribs, that you have to try.

Erik: Well, where are they?

A thump is heard against the door.

HS: Out there.

Christian opens the door to see Miss Minnie, Hot Stuff's midget personal assistant jumping up and down, trying to reach the door knob. Christian looks towards Hot Stuff trying not to laugh.

Minnie: Oh thank you! I thought I was gonna be jumping up and down forever.

Erik fires Hot Stuff a look, also trying not to laugh as Miss Minnie turns around, reaching down with both hands and grabbing the handle of a red cart, struggling to pull it in to the room. On the cart is a giant box with a pizza on the front. On top of that, a silver tray, almost as big as the pizza box, she struggles to pull them to the side of the desk as Christian look on flabbergasted at the scene.

Christian: What was you thinking?

HS: Well, I was watching The Flintstones the other day, and I saw the giant rib place, it was like a sign from God.

Erik: What do ya mean?

HS: In the opening credits of The Flintstones, Fred goes to the drive though, orders a huge arse rib. The woman puts it on the front of the car and it tips over. In this instance, she's the car and I thought it would just be too damn funny to see.

Christian: That's messed up.

Hot Stuff looks at Minnie.

HS: Well come on personal assistant lady, ribs on the desk.

She reaches down, struggling to lift them. Christian shakes his head and reaches down to help her but before he can, she starts to stumble backwards. Off camera a crash is heard and all three men wince before Hot Stuff covers his mouth to stop himself from laughing, but his stomach jolts in and out.

HS: See, she was the car!

Miss Minnie walks back on to the camera, covered in some kinda BBQ sauce as Hot Stuff picks up the pizza.

HS: Don't worry, I got this.

Hot Stuff opens the lid of the box, looking down at the pizza.

HS: Yabba Dabba doo. These slices are bigger than she is!

The scene fades with Erik trying not to laugh as he moves towards the pizza and Christian offering Miss Minnie a tissue.

Backstage, Gabriel Asar can be seen walking down a hallway, his match finished. Asar stops in his tracks as Mr J.N Ringo stands in front of him. Asar looks at him, but before he can say anything, J2H and Giani Di Luca nail Asar from behind with heavy shots to the back. J2H grabs Asar and slams him hard against the wall and Ringo joins in, catching him with a shot to the ribs..

Simone: What the hell?

J2H: Hold him.

Giani and Ringo holds hold of Asar's arms, clearly surprised by the unprovoked attack. J2H grabs him by the jaw and smashes him with his free hand. Security rush from the side, pulling Power Play away from Asar.

Adams: What the hell was that all about?

Simone: I have no idea.

Adams: Can we get a backstage reporter back there to find out? Maybe wearing body armor?

Security force Power Play back and out of the way as the camera cuts elsewhere.

The scene comes in at the parking area, just as a long stretch black limo pulls up to the scene. Out step the Angels of the Fallen, straightening their clothing, and fixing their hair as the driver goes into the trunk and pulls out their bags and rolls them over. Raynin and Gothika are holding their titles on their shoulders, and are grinning from ear to ear. The Angels each take a bag and Darknyss smiles and reaches out and pinches the driver's cheek, making him blush.

Darknyss: Awww, you're so cute!! Thanks so much for all of your help Ian. We'll be back at the end of show.

The group of women head off towards the backstage area where they're stopped by a stagehand.

Stage Hand Melvin: Um... What are you all doing here? The Fallen was given the night off.

Raynin chuckles and shakes her head slowly.

Raynin: What? And deprive the people of the of the chance to see their newest Bombshell Tag Team Champions? Did you really think that we would do something like that to our fans?

The Stagehand starts to say something, but Gothika steps up to him, towering over the shorter man and grabs his chin in her hands gently, but mushing his lips together so it looks like he's making a fish face. She flicks her fingertip against his nametag smirks.

Gothika: Listen up, Melvin... I don't know why you're up in our faces right now, and we flat out don't care. We know we have a dressing room open because we have a standing order in our contract for a dressing room of our own at every show, regardless of if we have a night off or not. We're going to go to said dressing room, with you as our escort, and we're going to prepare ourselves to have a little sit down for the fans, and you're going to say only 2 words to us. Those two words better be, 'Yes Ma'am' or your night will go from bad to worse. Do I make myself clear?

The stagehand nods slowly as his whole body starts to tremble. Gothika leans her face down till her eyes are right in his, and he whimpers as he watches them change from their normal brown to that chilling ice blue.

Gothika: I can't hear you Melvin.

The stagehand starts to visibly sweat, and when he speaks, it's through mushed lips, so the words sound a bit distorted.

Stage Hand Melvin: Yes ma'am.

Gothika nods slowly and lets the man's face go before she speaks.

Gothika: Good. Now, lead the way.

The group follows the stage hand into the halls of the backstage area.

We return to the backstage area as Candy Overton is studying the current Climax Control show poster. She looks at the people on it and starts wondering to herself.

Old Skool: "I have been waiting....and waiting....and waiting...to apologize to my fans, the kinfolk! My departure was sudden and without explanation and you deserve to hear it. As you all know many thought I was having post traumatic depression from being shell shocked and things like that."

The fans start showing some concern which he appreciates.

Old Skool: "the real reason for my leaving was I was missing something in my heart and it wasn't fully concentrated on wrestling as it should. So I went back to my roots I went back to Chicago and got my game on again. Then I realized that the bright lights and the sound of Sin City Wrestling was where I belonged!"

The fan start cheering once more as he start to speak and chuckles a bit.

Old Skool: "I love you kinfolk I really do! There is no Sin-sational One without you. There is no HOOOOLLLLLAAAA...

He shouts out but stops abruptly

Old Skool: "...without you."

He points out to the fans of Scotland making a three sixty turns as he faces the camera again.

Old Skool: "So I want all people in the locker room to know, I want my fans... the kinfolk to know that I am on the hunt! I got gold fever baby and I'm looking at all prospects!"

Holding up his hand pointing to the top.

Old Skool: "So SCW Heavyweight Champion Gabriel, SCW Roulette Champion Alex Kaelin, first time ever...Internet Champion Bruce Evans, and even SCW Tag Team Champions JT Midas and Caleb Houston! This is your wake up call! I hungry and one way or the other you are all... ON... THE... MENU!!!"

Stressing out the last three words before walking out of the ring heading up to the top of the stage and rises up a hand.

Old Skool: "HOOOOOOLLLLLLAAAAAA AT YA BOOOOOOIIIIII!!!"

The bell rings as the camera joins in progress, head referee Jasmine St. John as she is entering the ring. She positions herself in the far corner as Justin Decent begins to make the next introductions.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is an opening round match in the 'Blast From the Past' mixed tag team tournament!

Silver and blue lights float around the arena as "Las Vegas" begins to play over the loud speakers. A man wearing gold tights with blue designs going down both legs and a leather overcoat walks out onto the stage. The cameras zoom in on him as an arrogant smirk comes across his lips. The cameras slowly pull out as Travis Nathaniel Andrews starts walking down the ramp while flicking his hands toward the people near the front row.

Justin: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and forty one pounds and standing six feet inches tall. He hails from Las Vegas, Nevada. Please welcome "Mister Total Nonstop Attitude" TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS!

Travis hops up onto the ring apron, climbs up onto the nearest turnbuckle and throws his arms in the air. He brings them back to his side and hops back down onto the ring apron. He proceeds to wipe his boots on the apron before swinging his leg through the middle ring rope. He swings his other leg through the middle rope and moves toward the center of the ring. He flings off his overcoat as gold flakes fall from the ceiling.

Simone: We have heard a lot about this guy coming in, and he is making his SCW debut here tonight in this very match.

Adams: Debuting in the 'Blast From the Past' tournament! Can you imagine if his team goes all the way?

Simone: Indeed. It would mean the so-called Mister Travis would win an automatic chance at the SCW Championship.

The cameras scan back to ring side while the lighting in the arena dims down to nothing. In the background a techno bass drum solo comes to life on the personal address system, before an array of bright coloured lights start flickering sporadically. "I'm laid back, I'm feeling this" sounds, alerting the crowd to the beginning of Let's Get Ridiculous by Red Foo. As the arena comes to life with a night club vibe the lighting at the top of the ramp picks up. The lighting picks up the movement of the black curtains being pushed to the side and out walks two large muscular men. The men are dressed only in a pair of white shiny pants, while their shoes are made out to be horse hooves on top of their heads in a large Unicorn head hiding their identity. As the two shirtless giants make their way onto the stage, it's brought to everyone attention that they're each dragging a long thick piece of white rope. As the two men continue down the walkway, the item that they are pulling finally pops out from behind the curtain.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and twenty nine pounds, from St. Helena California, she is Sin City Wrestling's Little Miss Sunshine, Meeeeeellloooody Grrraaaaacee!!!

The fans come to life with cheers as now on top of the stage Melody is seen sitting on top of a carnival ride. She's seated on a large white Unicorn who is sliding up and down a golden pole; similar to a merry go round. Sitting side saddle in-between the wings of the unicorn Pegasus Melody starts waving adoringly to her fans, who are cheering her on. The two giant men drag the Carnival ride to the middle of the ramp way before each setting down their ropes and making their way towards the moving horned horse. Both men reach up and grab onto Melody's delicate figure and help her down from the unicorn. Giving each of the boys a firm hug the bubbly blonde takes off towards the ring slapping the fans hands along her way. While the men drag her noble steed back up the ramp, Melody finally reaches the ring steps that she quickly runs up. Walking along the ring apron giving the fans a little shake of her tail feathers before stepping over the middle rope Mel enters the ring. Making her way around the six sided ring Melody is waving wildly at the fans, while dancing unable to contain her excitement. As her theme dies down of the personal address system Melody makes her way over to her corner and takes off her furry hood making sure that she puts it down gently.

Adams: Ha ha! Look at the look on Mister Travis's face! He doesn't know what to make of his tag partner!

Simone: Jason, most of the SCW rosters don't know what to make of Melody Grace. It doesn't stop her from being a surprisingly effective competitor inside of that ring.

"I know I won't change, I have tried
Was feeling so caged, hands tied
I can't find anything feeling so right, it's blinding hope"

"The Reaper is close, save a spot
A matter of time, can't deny
I won't try to run, run, run
This destiny's mine"

Justin: Introducing their opponents! First, accompanied by Charlotte, from Queens, New York, weighing 200 pounds ... Steve Ramone!

"Dangerous" by Within Temptation and Howard Jones hits the speakers and the crowd comes alive for "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out with his wife Charlotte by his side as he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp, once they reach the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes before holding the middle rope down for his wife as they wait for Steve's partner.

Simone: Steve Ramone is one of the hardest workers out there. He has been busting his tail trying to get the new NXT off of the ground.

Adams: Advancing in the Blast From the Past will be a great way to get that underway!

Justin: And his tag team partner...!

The cameras pan around the ringside area as "Amazing" by Hi Fashion begins playing. The fans immediately rain boos down as the ring crew rushes the signature Mean Girls runway down the ramp, attaching it to the ring securely before dispersing to the side. Pink lights flash across the stage, but as the curtains part, the music immediately cuts out. The wailing of a bagpipe starts up as a small line of men walk through the curtains and take their places in the center of the stage. Soon, the music begins taking the shape of a bagpipe rendition of "Amazing", much to the fans delight. After a few seconds of this, the curtain is shoved aside to see Delia standing there in a white crop top, lined with a plaid collar as well as a tie in the front.

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 135 pounds, she is the SCW Bombshell Champion ... Delia Darling!

She is wearing a plaid skirt that has leather buckles, as well as a leather and white lace trim at the bottom, that is complimented very well by her World Bombshell Championship. Her fishnet stockings show off a plaid bow on each leg, tracing down to her black buckled boots and knee pads. She is wearing a pair of reading glasses, and carrying a satchel with school books. A hat with a red puff on the top is tilted slightly to the side of her ginger hair. The crowd does several cat calls for Delia's look, as she smiles sweetly, playing the school girl, but it fools no one. Delia looks back behind her as a tall woman pushes through the curtains. Delia smiles wickedly as the large woman walks up behind her.

Simone: Who is that?

Adams: Will you like of the size of that chick!?

Delia begins walking toward the ring as the bagpipe players part to the side. She makes it to the ropes where she drops the satchel and the ring crew carries the runway off. Delia's bodyguard, Mad Maxxine, steps in front of her and sits on the middle rope, parting it for Delia. Delia stares inside of the ring, staring at Melody Grace and Travis Nathaniel Andrews with disgust in her eyes. This, however, doesn't change as she looks right at Steve before she enters the ring. She brushes past Steve, mouthing something to him as she hoists her Bombshell Championship above her head for all to see. She mouths something over toward Melody as Justin Decent accepts the belt from her. She places her hands on her hips as she continues to soak in the boos that are now coming her way once more. The bagpipe players cease playing as they walk back behind the curtains. Delia waves Steve off as she rubs her hands together, taking it upon herself to start the match off.

Simone: The match hasn't even started and Delia is already pushing her weight around.

Adams: She's not even discussing it with Steve. She's decided for herself she's starting the match.

Steve is openly objecting and argues with Delia who puts her hand in Steve's face. Steve brushes it aside and immediately Delia's bodyguard Maxxine steps past her employer and gets right in Ramone's way. Charlotte tries to intervene but Steve holds his arm out, both blocking and protecting his wife from this amazon.

Adams: Jesus! She's as big as Steve is!

Simone: All due respect, she looks like she's a little bit bigger!

Referee Jasmine comes over to intervene while Melody debates with Travis over who should start. Jasmine orders both Maxxine as well as Charlotte out of the ring. Both carefully set foot outside, when Delia shoves her way past Steve and races across the ring, clubbing a distracted Melody from behind, sending her to the mat!

Simone: Looks like Delia is getting her wish!

Adams: Doesn't she always?

Travis and a disgruntled Steve Ramone exit the ring as Jasmine calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Delia ignores Jasmine's admonishing to her foul tactics and grabs Melody from behind on her knees and rakes her nails across her face. Delia then drags her to her feet by a handful of hair and runs Miss Grace's face into the near turnbuckle. Keeping hold of her blonde tresses, Delia then proceeds to run her head into the neutral corner on the far side of the ring. Delia then grips Melody by the hair and rakes her head across the top rope, eliciting a sharp squeal of pain from her rookie opponent!

Adams: Ooo! Rope burn! Nasty!

Delia then chokes Melody with her throat pressed against the top rope, and at the referee's count of four, jerks back on the rope, sling shotting Grace to the mat. Delia then stands over Melody who is coughing and choking, and the Bombshell Champion poses with fluffing her hair.

Simone: Melody needs to dig deep here. She is being over whelmed by the rough house tactics of the Bombshell Champion.

Delia drags her up to her feet with a handful of hair and strikes her in the chest with a forearm shot, but from out of nowhere Melody returns fire, hitting Delia with a forearm of her own, bringing forth cheers from the fans.

Adams: There we go!

Simone: That certainly surprised the champion!

Delia cuts Melody's offense short by raking her eyes, getting Jasmine on her case again but Delia gives her the 'talk to the hand' but Jasmine slaps her hand from out of her face!

Adams: Oh hell no! You don't do that with Jasmine!

Delia gets right in the referee's face, but Jasmine stands her ground! Delia fumes and turns around when Melody pounces on her, taking her down to the mat with a Thesz press and 'Little Miss Sunshine" throws a series of haymakers into the champion's exposed head!

Simone: It doesn't appear that Melody likes Delia's tactics too much!

Delia manages to throw Melody off of her and tries to get to her feet, but Melody is only too happy to lend a hand and she pulls Delia up and rams her head into the turnbuckle, just like what was done to her! But she doesn't stop there as she slams the screeching Delia's head into the turnbuckle again and again in rapid succession, as the fans start counting along!

Crowd: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!

Melody flings Delia back to the mat and the Bombshell Champion scrambles towards her corner and extends her hand for the tag but the annoyed Steve Ramone acts as if he doesn't see it and plays nonchalant! Delia stands up, eyes wide as Steve casts a look aside, and Melody springs right up onto Delia's shoulders and slides off, throwing her over with a cheerleader roll!

Simone: Well Delia wanted to start so badly, Steve is letting her!

Delia is thrown the length of the ring and the wily champion rolls to the outside for a breather. Melody is right on her, however, reaching over the top rope, grabbing her by the hair with both hands, and she drags her right back onto the apron and brings her up and over the top rope, right back in with a resounding crash!

Simone: Make all the jokes you want about Melody Grace but that girl knows she wants to beat Delia inside of the ring, not out!

Delia staggers to her feet and Melody knocks her right back down with one running clothesline, then another! Melody then goes for an Irish whip but Delia hangs on and reverses it! Melody comes off the ropes and Delia scoops her up but Melody scissors her head and brings her down once again! Delia falls back into the corner where Melody races in and she crushes the champion under her own body weight with a running splash.

Adams: I can't believe this! Melody has Delia's number here tonight!

Delia stumbles forward and Melody springs up and rolls through with a Hurricanruna, hooking the leg!

1.....
2.....
Delia kicks out!

Simone: Oh hell! That was close! She almost pinned the Bombshell Champion!

Melody jumps around with excitement and nears her corner to mount the turnbuckles when Travis Nathaniel Andrews tags himself in, much to his partner's disappointment and the crowd's displeasure!

Adams: Melody was all over Delia! He should have let her keep at it!

Simone: Yes that very well could have cost him the match.

Mr. Travis climbs through the ropes as Melody pouts, and he starts toward Delia. She rolls over to her backside and looks up at who is standing over her. Delia's eyes widen and she scrambles back as Travis makes a grab for her but Steve Ramone quickly intervenes and jumps over Delia, taking Travis to the mat!

Simone: What the hell was that man thinking!? The men do NOT wrestle the women in SCW!

Adams: And Steve may be no fan of Delia but he is not going to stand by and watch some guy go after a woman! Mean Girl or no Mean Girl!

The two men scramble to their feet and immediately a melee erupts in the center of the ring with both men trading lefts and rights to each other's heads and faces! Steve grabs Travis in a side headlock, trying to wrestle him down, but Travis counters by shoving him off into the ropes where they collide in a shoulder bock and Ramone is the one to go down. Travis then runs off of the ropes and Steve drops to the mat, allowing the newcomer to race over him. Steve kips up and ducks, Travis leapfrogs over him and hits the ropes -- and Steve connects with a dropkick to the side of the head!

Simone: What elevation on that dropkick!

Travis rolls out of the ring, trying to break Steve's momentum, but Ramone races right straight up the corner and flies off, crashing into Travis with a suicide plancha, wiping him out!

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Adams: I think that says it all!

Both men are temporarily stunned as they struggle to return to their feet, and Steve gives Travis an assist, pulling him upright and lands a knife edge chop to the chest that staggers Andrews against the side of the ring as Jasmine is issuing her count against both men while their respective partners call for them to return to the ring!

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

Steve grabs TN by the arm and goes for an Irish whip into the barricade but Travis reverses it and sends Ramone's back into the guard rail instead!

5...
6...

Steve staggers forward, holding his back, and Travis strikes him with a shuffle side kick to the side of the head, laying him out!

7...
8...
9...

Travis rolls Steve back inside of the ring and quickly follows, just barely beating the count, much to the relief of both Melody as well as Delia! Steve pulls himself up into the near corner and Travis races in and jumps, striking him with a back avalanche! Steve stumbles forward and Travis grabs him in a rear chinlock, bending him at the waist, and nails a backbreaker across his bended knee, then swings his arm around into a short-arm clothesline against Steve! Travis covers him, going for the pin!

1.....
2.....
Steve kicks out!

Adams: You're going to have to do more than that to put Steve Ramone down for the count.

Travis sends him into the far corner with an Irish whip and charges in, but Steve leapfrogs up and over with a sunset flip!

1.....
2.....
Travis kicks out!

Travis pulls himself up in the corner and Steve makes a move against him but Travis delivers a boot that knocks the wind out of him. Travis then grabs him in a front facelock and perches himself on the corner. Travis jumps off, going for a Tornado DDT, but Steve blocks it and counters with a Northern Lights suplex and bridge!

1.....
2.....
Travis kicks out!

Simone: These two men are going all out! Neither has been able to maintain the advantage!

Steve stands up and makes to follow p but he is close enough to his corner and Delia tags herself back into the match!

Simone: Once again, a possible mistake on the part of these makeshift partners!

Adams: If one has the advantage, don't press your luck!

Simone: Exactly! It might cost you the match!

Delia climbs into the ring and Steve openly objects to the tag being made, and the two partners begin to argue. With Delia's back turned, Melody runs up behind her and rolls her up into a schoolboy pin!

1.....
2.....
Delia gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Delia's arrogance almost cost her her unbeaten streak!

Melody grabs Delia and Irish whips her into the corner and Delia somersaults ala Ric Flair onto the apron -- but Melody catches her with a dropkick that sends her tumbling to the ringside floor! Melody, with the crowd behind her, rolls to the outside to take advantage when Delia's gargantuan bodyguard steps in between the two women, blocking Melody's path! The crowd boos as the woman known as Mad Maxxine stares down Melody!

Adams: Look at the freaking size difference! She has to be a full head taller than Melody!

Simone: What she needs to do is get out of the way!

Jasmine is ordering Maxxine aside who ignores the referee, and Melody tries to get around her to Delia but the amazon-like woman blocks her from doing so. Delia rolls back into the ring and Melody opts to follow, and Delia stomps on her back.

Simone: There's the experience factor right there.

Delia grabs her opponent and Irish whips her into the corner. Delia charges in but Melody goes to kick her away, but Delia grabs both of her feet and jerks her from the corner and Melody crashes hard on her back! Melody is obviously hurt, slowly rolling over to her hands and knees, and Delia delivers a kick that sends her halfway through the ropes! Delia reaches over and with one hand bends her back, pulling on her hair, and with the other hand gouges at her eyes as Jasmine counts against her!

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

Delia breaks, but only just long enough to start choking Melody against the middle rope as Jasmine again starts counting against her, but as before Delia breaks before she can be disqualified! Delia then runs against the ropes on the far side and comes off, landing on Melody's back and sliding right out of the ring! The crowd boos as Delia smiles at them, holding her arms out in a pose! She turns around and grabs Melody's head and starts swinging a series of hard forearm blows down across her face as Jasmine struggles to get the champion back inside of the ring!

Adams: Geez! Delia's getting a lot rougher now than she was before!

Simone: I think that's because she's beginning to understand that Melody Grace may be flighty but she is indeed a threat inside of that ring!

Delia finally opts to climb back inside of the ring where she drags the roughed up Melody by the hair and 360's her across the ring with a hair spin toss! Delia sneers at Jasmine as the official admonishes her about the rule breaking, and instead the champion moves in but Melody suddenly sweeps her legs out from under her! The crowd cheers as Melody pounces on Delia and begins throwing lefts and rights into the champion!

Simone: Melody is trying to muster some offense in now as Delia has been overwhelming her!

Delia rolls Melody over and returns the favor, throwing her own blows in as Melody uses her arms to try and shield herself! Delia grabs her by the legs and falls back, catapulting Melody face-first into the corner!

Simone: And this is one reason why Delia is indeed the best in the business!

Delia struts around the ring to massive boos while Melody struggles to drag herself up in the corner. Delia then goes in after her at top speed, but Melody moves aside and hooks her up and over the ropes in a Tarantula crab from out of nowhere! The crowd cheers as Delia shrieks in pain and Jasmine orders Melody to release the hold!

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

Melody finally does and rolls back in, and there is a look of anger on her normally happy go lucky face!

Adams: Little Miss Sunshine looks PISSED!

Melody drags Delia up by the hair and proceeds to use it as a handle to snapmare her over once -- twice -- THREE times! Melody then rebounds off of the ropes and goes for a body splash but Delia brings her knees up into Melody's stomach, knocking the wind out of her! Both women are down and winded as Jasmine starts to count!

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

Both Bombshells start for their corners as the men reach out for the tag!

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

Melody tags Travis!

8...
9...

And Delia tags Steve!

The crowd comes alive as Travis charges across the ring and Steve springboards over the ropes and connects with a dropkick! Steve has his opponent up quickly and sends him into the far corner where he follows in, connecting with a Shining Wizard! Steve then takes him into a side headlock and gets a running start and plants Travis face-first into the mat! Travis rolls over onto his back and Steve runs up the corner and leaps back, crash landing atop of Travis Nathaniel Andrews with a picture perfect moonsault!

1.....
2.....
3 - No! Travis gets the shoulder up!

Adams: Oh god that was close! He almost had him! Steve and Delia almost advanced!

Steve looks at Jasmine with pleading eyes, shocked he didn't get the win, but she holds up just the two fingers. Steve pulls Travis to his feet and sends him into the corner, then runs in and jumps for a standing senton, but somehow Travis blocks it, grabbing Ramone around the waist and drives him forward into a jackknife powerbomb!

1.....
2.....
3 - No! Steve gets the shoulder up!

Simone: These two men are tearing things up!

Adams: Ha! And look at Travis! He's throwing a fit!

Indeed Travis is pounding his fists into the mat in frustration that Steve managed to kick out! Travis drags him up to his feet in position for another powerbomb, but hauls him upside down over his shoulder in an inverted body vice!

Adams: Look at the way Steve's back is bent!

Simone: Travis might get the submission!

Travis strains the hold, squeezing for all he is worth as Jasmine continues to ask if Steve yields but the valiant Superstar refuses to give the SCW newcomer the satisfaction! Steve starts to kick his legs, throwing Travis off balance. Travis loses his grip and Steve lands on his feet behind him. Travis turns around and swings but Steve ducks and peppers him with a left and then a right! Steve grabs him by the arm and sends him into the ropes but both men have the same idea and collide with a double clothesline!

Adams: Don't ya love it when that happens?

Both men are down as Jasmine checks on them, then begins her count.

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

Both men start to stir and Travis rolls over as Steve starts for his corner.

4...
5...
6...

Steve gets to his corner as Delia extends her arm. He reaches for the tag -- and Delia pulls her arm back and drops to the floor!

Simone: What the hell...!?

Steve stares out of the ring in shock as Delia holds her hand up towards his face then nonchalantly turns her back on him! Maxxine joins her side and Delia proceeds to begin to leave the ringside area!

Simone: Where the hell does she think she's going!?

Adams: She's leaving! She's abandoning her partner!

Steve slowly gets to his feet, shouting at Delia, when Travis grabs him in a full nelson from behind! Before Steve can counter, Travis drives him into the canvas face-first!

Adams: Gambler's Paradise!

Travis rolls Steve onto his back and covers him!

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

The bell rings as Travis stands up and holds his arms aloft with a smile on his face!

Justin: Here are your winners, advancing to the Quarter-Finals ... TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS AND Melody GRACE!!

An unsure Melody joins her partner in the ring as the crowd voices its displeasure at the outcome and how it occurred as Charlotte checks on her husband.

Simone: This has to be considered an upset! Travis Nathaniel Andrews defeated Steve Ramone in his debut to advance in the tournament!

Adams: Yeah and look why! Steve Ramone was stunned, surprised, that his partner abandoned him! No wonder he wasn't thinking clearly!

Simone: I can't help but wonder how Delia is going to explain this one!

Backstage the cameras pick up Bruce Evans, talking with a short, fat and bald white male with glasses. The conversation seems intense as both men are using hand gestures while they converse. Bruce is wearing black slacks, a white long sleeve button up shirt with a black tie, and black dress shoes. His hair which is normally tied back in a ponytail is out today. The man is wearing brown slacks, black shoes, a burgundy long sleeve button up shirt and dark brown shoes. He's one of those guys who seems to want to hang on to every last strand of hair on his head, as the few that he does have are in a comb over position. The man has some papers in his hand which he seems to be attempting to give to Bruce, who seems to be refusing

Man: Look sir, I know it's not easy but I'm just trying to do my job. Now I came here to serve you, I have to deliver these papers to you. Will you please just take them and let me be on my way?

Bruce with an angry expression on his face shakes his head no

BHBE: Nope. Sorry mister. I know you're only trying to do your job but I can't accept those documents. Ya see Kimberly and I are going to work on our marriage. We're going to get back together and make it stronger than before, stronger than ever. As a matter of fact we're going to have the most powerful and successful marriage in the history of.... well forever.

The man looks through the paper work as Bruce stands there with his hands on his hips as he looks around at his surroundings. Various wrestlers, bombshells, and staff members just going about doing their things all around. The man looks up from the paper work and points to a part in the paper work

Man: Hmmm... Says here Mr. Evans that you committed public infidelity when you kissed another woman on television... in front of Kimberly...in front of the world

Bruce, now looking ashamed and embarrassed begins to think as he places a finger over his chin

BHBE: Oh that.... that was me just trying to make her jealous. It was just a joke. It didn't mean anything. Besides, that woman I kissed isn't even my type. So that shouldn't count right?

The man just shakes his head as he thumbs through the paper work, then looks back up

Man: Then it says here that you also committed infidelity on your birthday. Says you had sexual relations with a ma...

Bruce quickly shuts him off as he places his hand over the man's face. The man looks stunned as Bruce slowly removes his hand from the man's mouth and begins looking around

BHBE: Shhh.... what are you crazy? You don't go spewing out that kind of information. What's wrong with you dude? Look, what happens if I refuse to accept these documents?

Man: Well... there's a few scenarios that could happen if you refuse. Kimberly can summon you to court since she has actual physical evidence that you cheated on her and from there it can only get worse as she also has the ma... the person you had another affair with as a witness...

The look of curiosity on Bruce's face quickly turns to concern as he snatches the paper work from the man. As he's looking through them the camera catches Kimberly walking through the halls talking on her cell phone. As Bruce looks up he automatically notices her and begins walking in her direction, the man gives him follow as he tries reasoning with Bruce to stay away from her

Man: Uh Mr. Evans, might not be the smartest idea for you to be around her right now...

Bruce just keeps walking, ignoring the man. As he approaches Kimberly from the back, he grabs her arm which causes her to turn around. She looks extremely upset as she yanks her arm away from Bruce. She places her phone back up to her ear

Kimberly: Let me call you back.

She and Bruce stand there looking at each other with tons of intensity. The man steps in the middle as to halt any possible confrontation

BHBE: What the hell are these Kimberly? What are you trying to do to me, to us, to our family?

Shaking the papers vigorously at Kimberly Bruce walks in closer to her, as the man in the middle looks as if he's being suffocated

Kimberly: You know how to read, you know exactly what they are. Now either you're going to accept and sign for it, or I'll be seeing you in court!

Kimberly walks off as she's pushing buttons on her cell phone. Bruce begins to follow her again

BHBE: Hey Kimberly, hold on!

Kimberly turns around, phone still to her ear

Kimberly: What?!?

Bruce tosses the paper at Kimberly and storms off. Kimberly looks on in shock as does the man as he begins to nervously pick up the scattered pieces of paper. Kimberly looks down at him, shakes her head in disgust, and walks off talking on her phone as the scene fades

EMF's "Unbelievable" suddenly blares across the arena's sound system and the crowd ignites, standing on their feet and cheering while all eyes turn to the stage atop the entrance aisle!

"You burden me with your questions
You'd have me tell no lies
You're always asking what it's all about
But don't listen to my replies
You say to me I don't talk enough
But when I do I'm a fool
These times I've spent, I've realized
I'm going to shoot through
And leave you"

Christian Underwood steps out onto the stage and is immediately greeted with louder cheers and fanfare by the capacity crowd as he pumps his fist and moves his body to the beat of the music!

Adams: Hey hey hey! It's the boss man! You know -- the one people actually like!

Simone: You do realize that Mark can see this, right?

Adams: Oh! Er ... you mean that's not Hot Stuff up there? I mean, that explains the booty bopping.

"The things, you say
Your purple prose just gives you away
The things, you say
You're unbelievable"

Clad in a cream colored business suit, Christian stares ahead at the ring and out to the fans, before he starts down towards the ring, slapping hands along the way! Arriving at the ringside area, Christian looks out around at the fans who are cheering for his appearance and slaps more hands the entire way around the ringside area.

"Seemingly lastless, don't mean
You can ask us
Pushing down the relative
Bringing out your higher self
Think of the fine times
Pushing down the better few
Instead of bringing out the clues
To want the world and everything your asked to
Brace yourself with the grace of ease
I know this world ain't what it seems
(What the fuck was that?)
(It's unbelievable)"

He smiles briefly before he then climbs up the steps and once on the ring apron, he pauses to look out to the fans before he turns his back and moves his backside to the music. He then steps through the ropes, entering the ring with a microphone in hand. Christian then turns around to face the crowd, and stands in the center of the ring and waits for the crowds' cheers to subside before he addresses the fans.

Christian: Everybody enjoying themselves tonight?

The crowd answers with cheers.

Christian: I'm sorry. Maybe you all didn't hear me. I asked you if everybody was enjoying themselves tonight!

This time the roof almost blows off the building with the crowd answering the question with cheers, screams and whistles!

Christian: Okay! Now THAT is what I want to hear! I know everybody out here is anxious to get back to the action and who really wants to hear the bosses out here talking and yammering away? You get enough of that on Monday night in the 'minor league', if you get what I'm saying.

The fans do indeed as they boo the obvious reference to 'you-know-who and Christian looks into the camera with an impish grin and shrugs.

Christian: Sorry Vinnie. The truth hurts!

Christian then turns back away from the camera to look out again to the fans.

Christian: That being said, I won't waste too much of your time, as what I am here to address is being directed to you, the fans, as well as the men and women backstage who makes Sin City Wrestling what it is today! And that concerns the main four championship titles. Now, this is a topic that has been discussed for the past three years between Mark, Erik and myself. We have went back and forth. We've argued and debated the pros and cons on this time and time again, but the facts are there for all to see, and there is no longer any room for doubt.

Adams: What's he talking about?

Simone: Well if you'd tone it down we might find out.

Christian: Ever since Sin City Wrestling first came into play, we haven't limited ourselves, despite the fact we are an independent wrestling company. We have found ourselves every so often going on tours outside of our traditional territories, and even more importantly, outside of the Unites States itself. We have been all across the world! From Canada to France! From Japan to Egypt to Australia and on islands throughout the world! And it gave us pause to wonder... are our titles worthy enough to be classified as legitimate world titles? Well I, on behalf of Mark Ward and Erik Staggs, am here to tell you that as of today, here and now, the answer is ... yes!

The crowd cheers!

Adams: Does that mean what I think it does?

Christian: Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Superstars and Bombshells, as of today, Sin City Wrestling is re brandishing the Heavyweight and Bombshell singles and respective Tag Team Championships to be classified as World Championships!

Further cheers from the crowd!

Simone: It does! What an announcement! The Heavyweight and Bombshell titles, as well as the tag titles are now World Championships officially!

Back to the ring...

Christian: I hope this announcement brings a new wave of competitiveness to the men and women inside of this ring, because ladies and gents, winning the big titles will now mean a whole lot more than it ever has in the past! Now you will be fighting for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship, the World Bombshell Championship, and the World Tag Team and World Bombshell Tag Team Championships!

The fans cheer as "Unbelievable" begins to play once again and Christian passes the microphone back out to Justin before making his exit, high fiving the fans all the way back to the stage!

Backstage, Connor Murphy can be seen on an equipment box, toying with a lighter as a cigarette hangs from his mouth. Around his neck, a brace is seen, coloured with a marker with Connor's new logo. About to put the now lit flame to the cigarette, Connor is stopped by a feminine hand that grabs his.

Intern: There is no smoking here

Connor looks flabbergasted as he peers closer at the blonde intern who smiles at the young wrestler.

Connor: You're telling me I can't smoke here? Oh well...

Sliding off the box, he moves backwards and holds out his arms.

Connor: How about here?

Her giggle prompts him to step backwards again and again, each time stopping to ask if it was ok to smoke. Suddenly, her smile fades as she turns and heads in the other direction as Connor backs into Hot Stuff Mark Ward who is not looking too impressed.

HS: Well, what do you think you are doing here?

Connor shrugs as he looks back towards where the intern disappeared.

Connor: Well, I was trying to get that intern to keep my irish eyes a smilin'

HS: Rather than fulfilling your contract I see. Why did you even come here when you aren't even booked this week?

Connor: I figured that with a free trip to the homeland could come in handy.

Mark Ward can be seen visibly steaming as he tries to hold his temper.

HS: I am not in the habit of giving freebies. So you will need to be ready because you will be in the ring...

Connor: Oh I think not

HS: Excuse me?!?

Connor: No excuse for you but I still ain't gonna be in that ring.

HS: You aren't the one that has to power to stop me! So Mick, next week...

Connor: Name's Connor and next week I am going to be watching from backstage because of this little paper. Unless you want me to be part of your announce team. I know that Belinda's had her eyes all over me.

Connor waves a piece of paper in front of Mark's face. Ripping it from the irishman's hand, Mark reads the doctor's note and sneers as Connor walks away whistling "Irish Eyes are smiling". Crumpling the paper, he pitches it angrily to the side as the view heads back to ringside.

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The scene opens backstage, where we see Jade Manendez-Arcador sitting on one of the many crates the fill the arena, as she talks to someone on her cell phone, but we don't know who until the camera plus Scott Oliver comes closer and we are able to overhear her.

Jade: "I love you too Lizzy, now off to bed and I'll speak to you tomorrow."

Jade said, as she showed her softer side, as she spoke to her daughter.

Jade: "Hi Jedah... can I ring you back? Yup I have company. Bye."

Jade hangs up and looks at Scott Oliver.

Jade: "Do you know its rude to eavesdrop on someone's telephone conversation."

Jade glared at Scott.

Stoner: "Uh sorry. I was just looking..."

Jade: "To get a few words blah blah blah."

Jade said snidely.

Jade: "To be honest, I don't need you... just your camera."

Scott nods in acceptance, since it's a common occurrence for him.

Stoner: "Fire away Ms Arcador."

Scott said backing away.

Jade: "Time is almost upon us for the Blast From The Past tournament to start, and for Alex and I to take on Lucian and Joanne. Now I have said all I needed to stay to Lucian and Joanne, however, I would like to point a few things out to my partner Alex.

Alex, I may have this awesome name, which you cannot pronounce... but it doesn't mean I am anything like Amy Marshall and her whore ways. I am happily married with a little girl and if you even bothered to do your research... I am a two time hall of famer and held many titles across WCWF and SAWF... So I am the most reliable and experienced in this company.

So next time... you may want to rethink your views on me because I can just as easily embarrass you, just like Amy Marshall embarrassed Gabriel Asar last year. You got that? Good.

I'll see you out there."

Jade hops off the crate and walks away back to the changing room to prepare for the match.

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Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall... and it is a Blast from the Past tournament match!

The lights begin to flicker around the room, spot lights scan around the crowd, "Salt in the Wound" begins to play as the crowd looks around to see where he is coming from.

Justin: Making his way to the ring first, from Far Reaches of Sanity... weighing in at 165 pounds... Lucian Frost!

Simone: A nice one here, the first ever Roulette Champion and the first ever Bombshell Internet Champion teaming up.

Adams: Not to mention on one team we have the first ever Roulette Champion, and on the other we have the current Roulette Champion.

Frost appears from one side of the arena and heads through the crowd before climbing over the barricade and slides under the bottom rope.

Justin: And his partner...

The house lights go down, as a spotlight goes over the crowd. As the spotlight comes to a stop at the back of the entrance way, as "Bang Bang"(My Baby Shot Me Down) by Nico Vega begins to play. A picture of the Italian Flag appears on the screen with the letters F.B.I over the flag, with the words "FULL BLOODED ITALIAN" is written underneath. It soon changes to scenes of mob hits, newspaper clippings from just recent to the late 1900's, but soon changes once again, to shots of the Mafioso, sitting in a large office, and in limos, and in arena's from times since past.

Justin: Making her way to the ring from Jersey Shore, New Jersey, she is the current, and first ever SCW Bombshell Internet Champion... the Jersey Devil Diva, Joanne Canelli!

The spotlight focuses on four figures standing at the back of the ramp. This is Joanne and her bodyguards. They make their way down the ramp with Joanne in the middle with Reno and Rude on either side, and Scarpaci following behind, , talking among themselves ignoring the crowd around them. When they reach the ring, Reno holds open the ropes for her, as she slips inside, only to follow behind and stand in the middle of the ring, around her. She removes her jacket, and hands it to one of the guys, before they head out of the ring.

Adams: An impressive win at Inception... and she looks to keep that up here tonight by advancing to the second round of this tournament!

Justin: And their opponents, introducing first...

Revolution by Judas Priest hits over the p.a as strobe lighting flickers all around the arena, as Jade appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings and soaks in the boos of the crowd.

Justin: From Daytona Beach, Florida... the Bitch of Hardcore, Jade Manendez-Arcador!

Adams: Jade drew a nice partner in this one, he has really been on a roll...

Simone: Yes but don't underestimate Jade... she can kick some ass too.

Jade smiles before heading down the ramp, ignoring the fans jeers and boos along the way before running and sliding into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckle and kisses her tattoo on wrist before raising the very same arm. Jade then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits in the center of the ring for her opponent.

Justin: And her partner... making his way to the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada!

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: Weighing in at 240 pounds... he is your SCW Roulette Champion! The Notorious... Alex Kaelin!

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.

Adams: What a match we have here... two current Champions...

Simone: And four overall amazing superstars.

Jacob Summers checks with all four competitors, asking who will start things off... Kaelin and Frost decide to stay in the ring as Summers signals for the bell...

DING! DING! DING!

Frost and Kaelin stare at each other from across the ring, both partners pump up the crowd a bit for their teammates. Frost and Kaelin move in towards each other. The two competitors lock up, Frost quickly putting Kaelin into a headlock but Kaelin fights back, hitting Frost with elbows to the gut, forcing him to break the hold. Kaelin throws Frost into the ropes as Frost comes back with a shoulder thrust that sends Kaelin into the canvas. Frost smirks, looking down at Alex, nodding his head. Alex quickly gets up, standing face to face with Frost, well, just a bit taller... they stare each other down for a few seconds and then Kaelin hits Frost with a huge right hand to the face that sends Frost staggering backwards. Frost holds his cheek in pain and Kaelin runs at him, hitting him with a spinning elbow to the head as Frost hits the ground quite quickly. Kaelin grabs Frost, picking him up and tossing him into the nearest turnbuckle as he begins to hammer away with fists to the gut of Frost. Frost pushes Kaelin back, running at him, only to be met by a huge clothesline from Kaelin... and the cover...

...1
...2
...Frost gets a shoulder up...

Simone: Kaelin starting up right where he left off at Inception.

Adams: He really is, wow... talk about not missing a beat.

Kaelin stands up, a smirk on his face as he watches Frost slowly stand up. Kaelin walks over to Frost, spinning him around as they lock up once again. The two struggle trying to gain the advantage when Kaelin pulls back and kicks Frost right in the gut. Bouncing off the ropes and hitting Frost with a running knee to the temple. It dazed him for a second and allowed Kaelin to keep the upper hand. Kaelin locked on an armbar and applied the pressure. It didn't look like Frost was going to tap but Kaelin was going to make him use precious energy in order to find a way to get to the ropes to break the hold. Summers checked on Frost, seeing if he was ready to tap and was met with a look of defiance as he reached out and just barely touched the bottom rope with his fingertips before making one last effort to reach the ropes.

Simone: Frost grabs the ropes, barely...

Adams: Wow, that was quite the struggle for an armbar.

Simone: I agree.

Summers forces Kaelin to break the hold, he holds it for a few extra seconds, Summers threatening to DQ him

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

...and finally, he let's go. Kaelin stands up as Frost rolls onto his back, holding his arm, Kaelin looks down at him. Kaelin raises an arm in the air, this is followed by a few boots to the face. He continues the vicious assault on Frost for a few seconds, before stopping, grabbing Frost and tossing him towards the corner that Joanne is in. Kaelin turns his back on Frost, walking towards Jade and tagging her in. Joanne nods her head as she slaps the shoulder of Frost, tagging herself in.

Adams: Time for some Bombshell action!

Simone: Oh, your favorite...

The two Bombshells eye each other up as they make a few slight movements, nothing to major, neither wanting to be quick to get things started, or make a mistake at that. The two finally move in towards each other and are actually pretty quick to lock hands, struggling back and forth trying to overpower one another. Joanne manage to get the upper hand over Jade as she takes her down to one knee in a side headlock hold. Jade tries to muscle out of it, but Joanne tightens the hold as Jade resorts to forearm smashes to the back of her kidneys. As Joanne feels the pain of the forearm smashes, Jade pushes her into the ropes. Joanne rebounds off the ropes and drops Jade with a shoulder thrust to the chest. Jade holds her chest as she starts to roll up to her feet. As she gets up to her feet, Joanne lifts her up off the canvas and holds her above her head, but as she attempts a scoop slam, Jade hops down off her back. Joanne turns around with and is met by an attempted kick to the gut by Jade, but Joanne catches Jade by the foot. Joanne yanks on Jade's foot, bringing her shooting towards her as Joanne hits a huge clothesline that sends Jade straight to the canvas.

Simone: Joanne taking the advantage here against Jade Manendez.

Adams: Man.. didn't see that one coming, oh wait, yeah I did.

Simone: You never zip it do you?

Adams: Hey, she is the Champ...

Joanne grabs a handful of Jade's hair as Joanne leans down to pick Jade up, Jade battles back with a few right hands to the hunched over Joanne who was trying to yank Jade to her feet. Jade hits a solid right hand as Joanne lets go of her hair. Joanne holds the side of her head as Jade pops up to her feet, hitting a quick knee to the gut of Joanne. Joanne hunches over again and Jade irish whips Joanne to the ropes. Joanne bounces off, coming back and looking for a clothesline but Jade ducks it. As Joanne bounces off the ropes a second time she is met with a dropkick to her chest. Joanne rolls towards the nearby turnbuckle, using the ropes and padding to help pull herself to her feet. Jade runs against the ropes, running towards Joanne and connecting with a side kick to the back of her kidneys.

Simone: There we go, Jade looking pretty good now!

Adams: Not bad at all, she is giving the Champ a run for her money right now...

Joanne holds her side in pain as Jade tosses her against the turnbuckle pads. Jade hits a quick short arm clothesline against the turnbuckle and then grabs Joanne by the hair. Jade drags Joanne to the center of the ring where she kicks Joanne in the gut and then turns around, running to the ropes and jumping towards the middle rope. Jade looks for a springboard crossbody but Joanne hits her with a huge dropkick in mid air! Straight to the gut as Jade rolls around the ground holding her stomach in pain. The cover...

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

Joanne shakes her head, grabbing Jade by the hair and picking her up. Jade is holding her stomach in pain as Joanne hits her with a nice knee to the gut. Joanne drags Jade to the center of the ring as she hits her with a nice DDT! Jade bounces head first off of the canvas as Joanne smirks. Joanne walks over to Lucian and tags him in! Frost comes in with a smirk, looking down at Jade. Frost grabs Jade, picking her up and walking her towards the corner that Kaelin stands in. Frost drops Jade a few feet away from the turnbuckle as Kaelin shakes his head while Frost walks back towards Joanne, they high five each other as Kaelin reaches over and tags himself in...

Adams: I don't think Frost realizes that Kaelin just tagged himself in...

Kaelin enters the ring and runs up behind Frost, hitting him with a huge running knee to the back, quickly grabbing him by the back of his head and bouncing him face first off of the canvas. Joanne is still in the ring as she runs at Kaelin, looking for a clothesline but Kaelin ducks it and Joanne is met by a huge kick to the gut from Jade! Jade... Jade clotheslines Joanne...

OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Both Bombshells go tumbling over the top rope, off of the canvas and onto the ground. Kaelin turns around as Frost looks for a clothesline off his own! Kaelin ducks under it, a kick to the gut of Frost and...

Killswitch!

Kaelin hits the Killswitch on Frost, rolling him over for the cover... Summers slides to the ground for the count...

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

Kaelin gets the cover as the bell sounds...

DING!
DING!
DING!

Justin: Here are your winners... the team of Jade Manendez-Arcador and Alex Kaelin!

Adams: And the Roulette Champion steals another one here tonight, that Killswitch is just so dangerous...

Simone: It really is, what a match... Joanne looked great, but Jade took her out of the equation with that clothesline, and Frost just couldn't keep up with Kaelin here tonight.

Alex Kaelin throws his SCW Roulette Championship over his shoulder, slapping the center plate as he throws an arm in the air. His partner Jade slides into the ring, nodding her head at him as she throws her arm up for a high five. Alex shrugs a shoulder, high fiving her but then walking right by her, sliding out of the ring as he holds his arm in the air, walking up the entrance ramp.

Adams: Looks like Kaelin doesn't care much about celebrating with his partner.

Simone: Seems like he feels like the lone winner here tonight or something.

Adams: Regardless of his feelings, they both win... they both advance.

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"Do it like a dude" by Jessie J begins to play over the speaker system as the crowd focuses their attention to the entrance way with an ovation of boos, some cheers. The cameras first pan around the arena showing the fans hold up signs for their favorite wrestlers before cutting back to the entrance where Kimberly Evans approaches the top of the stage. She's wearing tight blue hip hugging jeans, black pumps, and a black halter top which has silver glittering letters which make out "Queen". Her hair is tied up in a ponytail and her ears supported by huge silver hoops. She stands there for a few seconds before making her way towards the ring. In her hands she has the papers from earlier which Bruce threw at her refusing to sign. She reaches the ring steps and walks up them entering the six sided ring through the middle ropes. As she enters the ring she is handed a microphone from a member of the S.C.W. ring crew from the floor and she signals for her music to be shut off. She walks around the ring for a few seconds waiting for the noise to subside before she holds the microphone to her mouth and begins to speak.

Kimberly: I tried to do things the easy way. I tried to make things right. I tried to be polite about the situation. But you obviously want things done you're way also known as the hard way Bruce!

The crowd quickly fill the arena with boos as she pauses and looks around at them shaking her head. She looks down at her paper work and continues.

Kimberly: You see Bruce, I didn't want this to get ugly, and I surely didn't want it to blow up into something bigger than it had to. But of course you being you, you needed it to be so Hollywood and theatrical. I really wanted to keep it private, you know between me and you. Didn't want the rest of the world to come into this and find out what was really going on in our personal lives. But Bruce, you refused to sign these papers, these DIVORCE papers!

The crowd pops as she walks around the ring showing off the divorce papers by waving them all around.

Kimberly: See Bruce I was going to make it simple for you and just divorce your lying cheating ass and that would've been the end of it. But no, you didn't want to sign the paper work. So now here I am, in front of the world, on people's television sets, on the Internet, and in front of all these people here live in attendance to tell them all what a piece of shit you are, and who you cheated on me with!

Chants of Tell Us! Tell Us! Tell Us! begin to fill the arena as Kimberly pauses.

Kimberly: Now as you all may already know by now, Bruce cheated on me.

The crowd boos as Kimberly pauses, holding the mic and her head down.

Kimberly: Yeah I know. Now I know I can be a bitch sometimes. But I don't care how bad things get in a marriage, especially a marriage that's over 20 years old, you NEVER cheat on your spouse. I gave you my all Bruce, my everything, and this is how you repay me? This is how you stab not only me, but our kids in the back? By cheating on me with a...

"Points of Authority" by Linkin Park blasts over the sound system shutting down Kimberly's microphone. The crowd erupts into boos as Bruce Evans storms out from the back and hurries down the ramp. He is followed by the same man he was seen in the back with. Bruce quickly reaches the ring and slides in. The man with him walks up the steps and struggles for a few seconds before finally figuring out how to enter a ring. As Bruce enters the ring he walks right up to Kimberly and begins yelling at her and grabbing the microphone from her. She takes a few steps back as the man with Bruce again steps in between the couple to defuse any bad intentions. As Bruce's theme cuts out he walks around the ring in a complete panic as he begins to speak.

BHBE: Now this, this right here is completely unnecessary Kim! It's uncalled for, and it's complete BULLSHIT!

The crowd boos and start chants of YOU GOT BUSTED! Bruce pauses as he begins shouting at the audience trying to get them to be quiet. He places an arm around the man who he came out with him.

BHBE: Now this man right here, Kimberly you know him, but these people don't. This man is my personal lawyer. Steve Stephens.

Crowd boos even louder as the man just looks around, completely lost in all of this.

BHBE: Now we have worked up something Kimberly. Something really good and I'm sure you're going to enjoy it. Ya see that paper you have right there in your hands, if you even think about telling these people, or anyone else anything insightful about our marriage, you're going to be in for a world of hurt!

Kimberly begins reading the paper work as Bruce pats the Steve on his back and begins laughing.

BHBE: Read the fine print.... Honey!

As she continues reading her facial expression changes. She looks furious. She walks over and says something to Bruce off mic and the two begin yelling at each other. As Bruce's lawyer again steps in the middle trying to stop the two. Kimberly shoves Steve out of the way causing him to fall up against the ropes which gets a loud pop from the crowd. She then slaps Bruce with all her might and walks to the ropes, exiting through them and leaving the ring. Bruce is in the ring helping his lawyer up who is beside himself with anger. As Kimberly walks to the back she looks back one last time at Bruce before she disappears into the back. Inside the ring Bruce is irate as the fans are still chanting various things at him and booing him. He gets back on the microphone and begins screaming.

BHBE: This isn't over, this has just begun!

He tosses the microphone down as "Points of Authority" starts back up on the speakers. He exits the ring, followed by his lawyer as they walk up the ramp. The fans continue to harass them but they completely ignore them as they make their way through the backstage area.

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J2H moves towards a door, a bright lit up exit sign written above it. He puts a hand on the handle but his wife, Melody Grace bounds up next to him

Melody: And where do you think you're going?

J2H stops in his tracks, turning to Melody.

J2H: Standing by an exit door, so out of this door, to the hotel, grab everything I own, go and get on a plane, boat, train, car, hot air balloon, anything to get out of the country.

Melody: And you was gonna leave me behind?

An instantly sad look crosses Melody's face.

J2H: Well...

Melody: You know you're not allowed to do that, because the judge said so, so that would have got you in a lot of trouble.

J2H casually shrugs.

J2H: So? You wouldn't have noticed anyway, you always have your phone in your hand talking to random people.

Melody: That's because I like people. Do you know why you don't have your phone in your hand all the time?

J2H: Why?

Melody: Because no one wants to randomly talk to you.

Melody playfully sticks her tongue out at her husband, causing him to roll his eyes.

J2H: Good!

Melody: Anyway, did you see my match? I won against the Bombshell champion.

A look of excitedness crosses Melody's face, her eyes brightening up as she looks at J2H.

J2H: Yeah, congratulations. You looked good out there.

J's compliment causes Melody to gasp as she looks at his disinterested face, looking past the disinterested. She shakes her head, regaining her senses.

Melody: I have a question.

J2H: Hmmm?

Melody: Why did you attack Gabriel Asar earlier? I mean, he wasn't doing anything wrong, he was just walking down the hall and you and the others attacked him. I saw it all on the monitor.

J2H shrugs casually.

J2H: No reason, he was there, he got his ass kicked, that simple.

Melody: I know you guys don't do things like that, I've heard you planning stuff.

J2H: You mean you had your ear pressed against the door again?

Melody nervously looks around before looking back at J2H

Melody: Ummmmm, no, well, anyway, why did you attack him.

Again, J2H shrugs at his wife.

J2H: Boredom. Look, forget about that loser, if you go get your stuff now, we'll go celebrate your win and forget all about that stuff. Mmmmmmkay?

Melody: Mmmmmmmkay!

Melody turns and charges down the hall with a look and excitement on her face. J2H smirks.

J2H: Hmmm, That was easy.

The camera fades as he waits for Melody

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The scene comes in outside of the dressing room of the Sins. We can't see who's there, we only see the door and we hear heavy breathing. It's as if someone's taken one of the cameras and are shooting first person. We then see a pair of gloved hands pick up a hand drill and start to bore a hole through the wall of the dressing room. The hole is at around knee height, and it's off to the side. You can hear the Sins muffled talking through the hole. Then the camera is put to the hole in the wall and it focuses on a chair where Angel has been put down. You can still hear the heavy breathing, almost as if someone is panting near the microphone. You can see people walking back and forth as the conversation continues to drone on within the room, but the camera remains focused on Angel. The shot zooms in slowly, and you can then hear a feminine and wistful sigh as the camera zooms in for a close up of Angel's face. The shot remains there for about a minute, then the shot cuts to black as the heavy breathing continues for a minute before the show goes to commercial.

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SCW WORLD TOUR 2015!

February

1st - Climax Control - Belfast, Northern Ireland - Odyssey Arena
8th - Climax Control - Cardiff, Wales - Sport Wales National Centre
15th - Climax Control - SCANDINAVIAN LEG - Oslo, Norway - Furuset Forum
22nd - Climax Control - Stockholm, Sweden - Hovet

March

8th - BLAZE OF GLORY IV - Copenhagen, Denmark - Prismen

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A few hours have passed since Candy was last seen confusing Pussy little more. Now we see Candy standing near the sound man holding some kind of CD case. She opens the case and hands the CD to the tech. The sound tech looks down at the CD in his hands then back up towards Candy. All she does is nod her head. He shrugs his shoulders before opening the cd drive of the sound system and lacing the disc inside it.

Candy begins to smile when "Falling for Ya" starts to play over the loud speakers. The live Scottish crowd seems to be just as confused as the announcers sitting at ringside when Candy Overton walks out onto the stage wearing a Cane is Forever T-shirt, light purple jeans and hot pink high heel boots on her feet. She is also donning a faux tiger fur coat that stops right at her mid thigh. Belinda is trying to figure out why this person is coming out here while her broadcast partner is basically drooling over her.

Belinda: I will tell you what Jason. This girl right here is one strange cat.

Adams: Strange or not, she is one smoking hot babe.

Candy continues to walk down the ramp as she reaches inside her fur coat. The front row fans seem a tad bit nervous until she pulls her hand out with a microphone firmly in her grip. She playfully smiles at the fans while stopping midway down the ramp in order for her to bring the microphone to her lips.

Candy Overton: Good evening Scotland, I am glad you decided to join us for a great night of fun and entertainment. I am sure you all are wondering just who is this beautiful specimen standing before you now. Well I am pleased to announce that my name will be revealed in due time. In fact, I will share it with all the world when I feel like you rotten people deserve such a gracious act from someone with a little more class than you bushwhacking airheads.

The Scottish fans were hoping for someone nice for a change instead they here some naughty things coming from Candy's mouth. Even the announcers are bit shocked because of how she was acting backstage just a few minutes ago.

Candy Overton: Oh, give me a break already. I know you people wanted another muppet to cheer for. You wanted another yes ma'am kind of girl. Well sorry to burst your little dream bubbles but I don't roll like that. You see throughout my career. I have been told that the nice girl will always get what she wants but that isn't the truth is it. No, what they don't say is that nice girls have to be able to handle the bullies and have zero backbone. That is why I am here to tell the world. I can be one of two things. I can either be Sweet As Candy or Sour As a Lemom. Those are your only options and trust me. If you chose Sour as A lemon then you might as well have the plastic surgeon on speed dial because that is the only way you bitches in the back will be able to survive my fury. I just hope whomever my tag partner and opponents in this Blast From The Past tournament had better come prepared for a real gut check. Until then, keep the sweetness meter on Sweet As Candy.

"Falling for You" starts playing again as Candy starts backing up the ramp. The crowd in Scotland aren't to thrilled about Candy Overton's attitude but she continues to back up the ramp as the scene starts to fade away.

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman it is now time for the main event of the evening and tonight's final first round match of the Blast From the Past Tournament!

The opening keyboard notes of "The Touch" begin on the PA system. Stan Bush's voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song.

Justin Decent: Introducing first...weighing in at 132 pounds...ROXI JOHNSON!!!

The cameras pan around the arena, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as she moves through the swarm of fans.

Simone: This is the third year Roxi is participating in this tournament, Jason. With a partner like Caleb, they definitely have a chance to make it to the finals of this thing.

Adams: Yeah, but they need to get past Mercedes Vargas and Caleb's best friend and tag team partner, JT Midas first. Neither one of them wants to face the other.

The fans continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero "flying" motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the arena floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up on the apron and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers. She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, and begins jumping up and down in an exercising manner as the music cuts out.

Justin Decent: And her partner...

"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.

Justin Decent: Weighing in at 217 lbs....He is one half of the current SCW Tag Team Champions...CALEB HOUSTON!!!

Wearing a black hoodie, and a pair of black and gold fight shorts. 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 hood from his head and slowly unzips the sweat shirt. Tossing 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.

Simone: Well he looks focused, Jason.

Adams: Things can quickly change!

Justin Decent: And their opponents...

Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights.

Justin Decent: Introducing first...she is the current, reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion...Weighing in at 127 lbs...MERCEDES VARGAS!!!

As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas, as per usual, stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on hips, and overlooking the crowd.

Simone: Mercedes has held on to that title for quite some time, with no end in sight. And now she's fighting for a guaranteed shot at the Bombshell title...the title that has eluded her so far.

Mercedes goes up the steps and walks along the ring apron as she straddles the top rope, facing the crowd as she unbuckles her title from around her waist and raises it in the air while talking trash. She walks the rest of the apron and climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back at the camera as she flips her hair, though the determined expression on her face remains- perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. She looks down to Caleb and Roxi as her music comes to an end.

Justin Decent: And her partner...

The synthetic groove of Blacklite District's "I Gambled and I Won" kicks on over the speakers, and the crowd goes crazy with jeers and catcalls as the lights go dim. Spotlights shine around the entrance ramp, and a cloud of pale blue mist hovers overhead as JT Midas slowly makes his way from behind the curtain wearing a faded-black leather jacket and his trademark fedora. He smiles mockingly at the crowd as they all boo and chant for him, and he makes his way down the ramp.

Justin Decent: Weighing in at 210 pounds...He is the other half of the current SCW Tag Team Champions...JT MIDAS!!!

JT smirks as he reaches the ring, leaping onto the apron and leaning backward against the ropes. He looks out into the angry crowd before rolling backward over the top rope and into the ring, wasting no time as he climbs the nearest turnbuckle, antagonizing the crowd. Midas throws his arms out to his side, then throws them up over his head, taunting the fans as his music dies down.

Mercedes and JT stand in the corner, quietly conferring while Caleb and Roxi have gone a different approach. With Caleb's urging, the two engage in a "rock, paper, scissors" battle to decide who will start things off. With an amused smile, Roxi shrugs, but goes along with it, and when she throws out the "paper" sign, Caleb has chosen "rock".

Adams: Paper beats rock! Ladies first!

Simone: I don't think Caleb seems to mind.

Caleb and JT take their places outside the ropes on the apron, as Mercedes and Roxi circle one another. Mercedes has a confident smirk on her face. She waves to Roxi as Jasmine calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

The two Bombshells continue circling one another, each deciding who should make the first move. Caleb and JT watch on quietly from their corners, giving the other a thumbs up from a distance. Mercedes taunts Roxi, encouraging her to make the first move. Formulating an idea in her head, Roxi quickly charges at Mercedes, who attempts an early clothes, but Roxi does a baseball slide right under the Bombshell Roulette Champion, quickly getting back to her feet behind her. When Mercedes spins around, she's sent right back down with a spinning heel kick!

Simone: Roxi is certainly no rookie, and that proves it. Great way to outsmart Mercedes early on.

Adams: Looks like she's gonna go flying early, too, Belinda!

Indeed that is the plan as Roxi jumps up to the second rope, right by JT! JT holds his hands up and takes a step back as Jasmine gives him a warning glance not to try anything. On the opposite side, Caleb encourages JT to "cop a feel", but JT just laughs and shakes his head. Roxi ignores the signal between the two and jumps off the second rope, attempting a knee drop, but Mercedes rolls out of the way and Roxi's knee crashes against the canvas!

Simone: Ouch! Not good for Roxi this early in the match. Mercedes now has something to use against her.

Roxi holds her knee for a moment, then bends it a few times, trying to shake off the pain. Mercedes gets back to her feet and grins, noticing the clear advantage she has over her opponent now. She waits until Roxi attempts to get back to her feet and then stomps on the back of Roxi's knee, sending her right back down. She stomps on her knee a few more times, inflicting as much pain as she can. Caleb watches intently from his corner, never once shouting words of encouragement to his partner.

Adams: You'd think Caleb would be concerned for Roxi! She's his partner!

Simone: For tonight, yes. His real tag team partner, and brother for all intents and purposes, is standing on the opposite side of the ring Jason.

Mercedes grabs Roxi's foot, lifts up, then sends her knee crashing against the canvas once again. With Roxi rolled over on to her stomach, Mercedes reaches down pulls the superhero's hair, followed by a curb stomp, before she drops down and covers Roxi. Jasmine drops down for the count!

1...2...Roxi gets her shoulder up!

Adams: Roxi has a lot of fight in her and I don't think she'd let herself win that easily.

Simone: That she wouldn't, Jason. Roxi is looking to turn things around after coming close to becoming the Internet Champion at Inception.

Mercedes shouts at Jasmine, insinuating it was a slow count, but Jasmine sticks to her guns. She gets back to her feet, pulling Roxi with her. She has a handful of Roxi's hair and before she has a chance to make the next move, Roxi delivers a hard right punch to Mercedes gut, then shoves the Argentine Bombshell away from her. The crowd cheers for Roxi as she limps on one leg, keeping weight off of her left leg as she tries to get feeling back in it, but Mercedes doesn't stay back for long.

Simone: Roxi has been through worse, I'm sure, but she wants to win this more than anything.

As Roxi battles against Mercedes, Caleb and JT look at one another. They nod once, giving each other a thumbs up again, then turn their attention back to the ladies fighting in the ring.

Simone: What are those two doing? What is with the constant thumbs up?

Adams: Good question. Maybe you should go ask them?

Mercedes and Roxi are now exchanging a series of lefts and rights as Roxi fights to stay on her feet. She's able to put a little weight back on her leg and she begins battling back even more, firing away hard right hooks. When Mercedes is a safe distance away, Roxi rebounds herself against the ropes, launching herself at Mercedes with a flying clothesline! The crowd cheers even louder for Roxi, but her knee bounces off the canvas, sending a wave of pain through it once again! It is at this point that Caleb begins stomping his foot against the apron, trying to encourage Roxi to make the tag.

Simone: Seems the two are prepared to fight one another now. Caleb knows Roxi needs to make the tag, otherwise their team is in danger of losing this one.

Adams: Might be easier said than done. She needs to get over to the corner first.

The crowd is clapping along with Caleb, trying to get Roxi riled up enough to make the tag. She starts to get back to her feet, but Mercedes has other plans as she grabs Roxi's leg, trying to hold her back as she inches closer to Caleb. Roxi fights with everything she has and delivers a nasty kick to Mercedes head! The Bombshell roulette champ immediately releases her grip on Roxi and collapses to the mat, as does Roxi, but the crowd and Caleb are both cheering her on and she crawls closer over to Caleb, reaching out until she launches herself towards him, making the tag!

Simone: She did it! First tag is made and it's now the tag team champions turn!

Adams: Umm...or not?

Roxi rolls out of the ring to work on getting feeling back in her leg as Caleb and JT dash through the ropes and into the ring. JT helps Mercedes to their corner and out of the ring as Caleb waits patiently in the center of the ring. JT turns around and heads over to Caleb and the two begin quietly debating back and forth. The crowd watches on, confused yet somewhat amused until the two do exactly what Caleb and Roxi had done earlier.

Adams: Rock, paper, scissors again! Wonder what they're battling for?

Simone: I'd like to know also, but I think we're about to find out.

JT wins the battle this time as his scissors beat Caleb's paper. The crowd laughs at the tag team champions and JT signals for Caleb to take a step back and he does. Moments later, JT looks down to the canvas, holds his hand up and just...waits?

Simone: What is he...

Just then music hits the sound system, but not just any music. It's the type of music people break dance to and JT begins dancing to the beat of the music. Roxi has made it back to the apron and she is looking on, completely confused, and Mercedes is just shaking her head disappointedly.

Adams: Dance off! I love it!

Simone: I would agree, but this is wrestling, Jason. I know those two weren't happy to hear about having to face one another but...really?

Adams: Hey, it's entertainment, isn't it? Stranger things have happened. Remember Misty's drag contest with Holly Wood?

Simone: Sadly, yes I do.

JT dances for a while, including a much appreciated "worm" dance move, as the crowd cheers him on and he finishes off his performance with a b-boy spin! Caleb nods in approval as the music comes to an end and JT gets back to his feet. JT and Caleb high five one another and JT encourages Caleb to beat that and Caleb nods. JT takes a step back and Caleb takes his place, waiting for the music to start once again.

Adams: Belinda, why did you have to eat all the damn popcorn? I could really use some right now!

Simone: I didn't, you idiot. YOU did and not even halfway through the damn show!

Adams: Oh...right. Well find the popcorn guy and get me some more!

The music starts up again and Caleb does his thing, adding a robot, moonwalk, a worm of his own and he ends it off with the ever so difficult head spin! The crowd cheers and claps, as does JT. Caleb gets back to his feet and the music stops and the two once again high five one another before the look around the crowd. JT brings his finger to his lips telling them to shhhh, before he points to himself. He receives a big round of applause and cheering, but when he does the same for Caleb, Caleb gets an even bigger response!

Adams: Does that mean Caleb wins this battle?

Simone: Hell if I know. Can we just get back to wrestling?

JT seems a little disappointed that the fans didn't like his routine better but he shrugs. He doesn't realize that he's just close enough to his corner for Mercedes to reach in and tag herself in, which Jasmine acknowledges the tag!

Adams: Ask and you shall receive, Belinda.

JT spins around and looks at his partner. Mercedes glares at him telling him to let her handle this. Roxi and Caleb switch places and JT return to his place on the ring apron. Mercedes charges at Roxi, who now has only a slight limp, but Roxi side steps an attempted spear which sends Mercedes flying right into the corner by Caleb!

Simone: At least the ladies have no problem with wrestling.

Adams: These ladies also hate each other, Belinda. JT and Caleb are practically brothers!

Roxi quickly heads over to Mercedes, keeping her blocked into the corner. She steps up to the second rope, grabs a fist full of Mercedes hair and begins delivering a series of hard right shots to the temple. The crowd counts along with each shot.

1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8..9..10!

Roxi jumps down from the ropes as Mercedes is seeing stars but Roxi is not through yet. She pulls Mercedes away from the corner and delivers a DDT, but she doesn't go for the pin just yet. She looks around as the crowd cheers her on, and points to the ropes.

Adams: Time for the superhero to fly again!

Roxi launches herself at the ropes and delivers a beautiful springboard moonsault then hooks the leg as Jasmine drops down for the count!

1...2...3!-NO! Mercedes gets the shoulder up!

Adams: So close but not quite!

Roxi gets back to her feet and when she reaches down to pull Mercedes back to her feet, Caleb reaches in and tags her lower back! Jasmine acknowledges the tag and Roxi turns around, confused. Caleb and JT, however don't get back in the ring. Instead, they jump down from the apron, approaching a few fans in the front row.

Simone: Oh for the love of...What are they doing now?

The fans are excited as JT and Caleb each ask one of them for their cell phones. They are handed over immediately and the two take various "selfies", either just of themselves or in JT's case, with a few fans in the front row! Roxi steps away from Mercedes, and just stares at the two outside the ring, as Jasmine is shouting at them both to get back in the ring.

Adams: Wonder who took the best selfie? And better yet, will it wind up on Twitter?!

Caleb makes his way over to JT, both still holding the cell phones. They show each other the pictures they took, laughing and smiling with the fans, but everyone seems to be pointing to JT's picture more! Jasmine shouts at them, trying to get their attention, but nothing works. At least not until she begins making her mandatory count!

Simone: Good. Count them out! I understand wanting to have fun, but this is just a waste of time!

JT hands the phone back to its owner and Caleb rushes around the ring, returning that phone as well, before both men slide into the ring. Roxi and Mercedes have made their way back to their corners, though Mercedes doesn't look impressed, or happy, with how her partner and his "opponent" are handling this match. Caleb and JT approach one another. They have yet another long winded conversation, until it turns into a bigger debate. Jasmine shakes her head, trying to tell the both of them to get on with the match.

Adams: This has to be a first for SCW, Belinda. I don't know about you, but this is funny stuff.

Simone: I have nothing against Caleb and JT, but if they don't want to fight each other, why even tag each other in then?

Adams: All about fun, Belinda. All about fun.

As Caleb and JT continue to debate over what seems to be a very serious topic, it eventually leads to both men reaching for their trunks, attempting to pull them down! Jasmine IMMEDIATELY stops this, asking them what the hell they are doing. JT points to Caleb, then to himself...

Simone: Oh for the love of...Are they arguing over what I think they are?

Adams: I think the ladies in attendance would be interesting in knowing the answer to that. Who has the bigger...

Simone: JASON!

Adams: Have you been peeking at me in the showers again? I'm flattered...

Jasmine orders both men to keep their trunks on, and both men shrug, disappointed. JT turns around and attempts to tag Mercedes in, but in a shocking move, Mercedes jumps down from the ring apron, refusing to be tagged in! She yells at JT to man up and fight Caleb, as JT turns around looking to Caleb confused. Caleb, however, turns and tags in Roxi, but Mercedes STILL refuses to get into the ring.

Simone: Looks like Mercedes has had enough of their fun and games.

Mercedes turns and starts heading towards the back, but JT rushes out of the ring, trying to stop her. She shakes her head, and tries to step around him, but JT won't let her leave. Roxi is about to go get her herself, but Caleb quickly rushes out of the ring and over to them. Roxi yells at Caleb to let her handle it, but it falls on deaf ears!

Simone: He better be careful here or...

Caleb gently grabs a hold of Mercedes arm, trying to spin her around as she is yelling at JT, but the Argentine Mean Girl acts as though her arm is broken as she collapses to the ground screaming in "pain". Caleb and JT look down, confused, and Jasmine rushes out of the ring to check on Mercedes. Roxi can't believe what she is seeing and as Jasmine checks on Mercedes, a few seconds later, she calls for the bell! Everyone stares in silence, wondering what the hell is going on and Jasmine heads over to Justin Decent with her decision.

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman...your winners via disqualification and advancing to the second round...JT MIDAS AND MERCEDES VARGAS!

The crowd immediately boos and Roxi is horrified as she stands in the ring. Caleb tries to argue with Jasmine but because it appears he laid a hand on one of the Bombshells, she had no choice but to disqualify him. Mercedes gets herself back to her feet, refusing any assistance from Jasmine or anyone else and when Jasmine has her head turn, she grins and waves at Roxi in the ring. Caleb looks to Roxi apologetically, but he turns back to his own tag team partner, JT, still in shock over what the hell just happened.

Simone: I have no words for that and we have no time to even discuss it, because we're out of time. For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone, we'll see you next week

Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Erik, Maggie, Andy, Dustin, Dave, Blaque Hart, Mike, Old Skool, Jenny, Kris Halich, Veronica Taylor, Vixen, Ro. Also again to Vixen for the great match banners and to everyone who took part in this show.