Scott: You will? and what would your answer be if he does...

Scott never gets to finish as Sean and Pamela simply walk away, leaving a stunned Scott Oliver standing there on his own.

Attention switches to the SCW-Tron, above the stage; the fans cheer at the sight - on the screen - of Simon Jones, who is sat in a chair, alone in a nondescript room.

Simon: As I prepared for last weekend's Climax Control, I expected that, once the show was over - and with the UK leg of the SCW World Tour at an end - that I would just return to living a life of relative anonymity, away from the glare of the spotlight that anyone with a day-to-day involvement in wrestling find themselves under.

Simon sighs.

Simon: But then, following the conclusion of the match that I was a participant in last Sunday, there was an incident that I became unwittingly involved in, which left people asking me for a reaction - hence why I now find myself in front of a camera once more.

Simon leans forward slightly.

Simon: The "incident" that I'm referring to is when Steve Ramone laid me out with a superkick, immediately after I had pinned him to win our match. Last Sunday wasn't the first time that I've been attacked following a match in SCW; it kind of just comes with being in this sport - if you spend enough time in wrestling, you're bound to get blindsided by somebody eventually, whether it's in the ring, or away from it. I've suffered post-match attacks at the hands of opponents, at the hands of people that weren't part of the match, and even at the hands of my own partner - I've been attacked by Rage, I've been attacked by Sean Jackson, and now I've been attacked by Steve Ramone.

Simon sighs again.

Simon: I'm not really sure what people expect me to say - I'm not going to sit here and demand an apology from Steve Ramone, nor do I expect to receive one. And he has not pushed me to the extent that Casey Williams did, so I have no desire to seek retribution. Prior to last Sunday, Steve had posed the question of whether I plan to wrestle a match every time SCW visits the UK, suggesting that I should return to SCW on a full-time basis, instead.

Simon the sits up straight, and rubs his chin.

Simon: With the superkick that he gave me, perhaps Steve Ramone was trying to entice me into making a full-time return to the six-sided ring - although it's probably more likely that he was trying to make some sort of a statement, at my expense. Or maybe he is just a sore loser. Whatever the case, I'm not looking to take the issue any further - I'm happy with my lot, and it is likely to be several months, at least, before you will see me competing in an SCW ring again.

Simon gets out of the chair, rising to his feet.

Simon: Well, I'm going to take my leave, and hand you over to someone that, unlike myself, actually is a full-time member of the SCW roster.

Simon looks to his left, and speaks to someone that is out of sight.

Simon: All yours.

Simon then turns to his right and walks off; within a matter of seconds, Natalie McKinley wanders into view. Natalie is wearing - amongst other things - a replica Cardiff City F.C. jersey, and she briefly turns her back to the camera; printed on the back of her jersey is the name "DAEHLI", with the number "20" below - "DAEHLI" is Mats Moller Daehli, a Norwegian international footballer, and the sight of his name draws a cheer from the crowd.

Natalie: Yeah, he's a good player - I don't understand why Cardiff let him go.

Natalie then turns back to face the camera, and takes a seat in the chair that had been vacated by Simon.

Natalie: So, having last week been in my hometown of Cardiff for Climax Control, now SCW is in Scandinavia. I apologise for not being present in Oslo - I would have liked to have been able to be there, but this prerecorded video will have to suffice.

Natalie quickly glances to her right, before looking back to the camera.

Natalie: I don't really have much that I want to talk about - the main purpose of this thing was so that Simon could comment on Steve Ramone's post-match actions, but he was adamant that I should also take the opportunity to say a few words, and so here I am.

Natalie smiles nervously.

Natalie: I'm glad that my return to SCW began with a win last Sunday - which I hope is a sign of things to come. And having been given this week off, I also hope that I will be back in action next weekend, in Stockholm, so that I can try to build upon that win, as I look to establish myself in SCW.

Natalie nods her head.

Natalie: Other than my own match, the match that I was most interested in last week was the second quarter-final of the Blast from the Past tournament. Now, the reason for my interest in that particular match was that Mercedes Vargas was one of the participants.

Natalie tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Natalie: In the build-up to my return match, I made it known that I had set myself the goal of earning another shot at the roulette title, which is currently held by Mercedes Vargas. And now that Mercedes won't be in the final of the Blast from the Past tournament, at Blaze of Glory, I guess that means she will be defending her title that night, instead. But who will she be defending it against?

Natalie gives a shrug of her shoulders.

Natalie: I'm not about to suggest that I've done enough to warrant being the next challenger for Mercedes to defend her title against - it might take more than two wins six months ago, plus a recent win in a mixed tag team match, before I'm considered to be eligible for another shot at the roulette title - but whether it's next month, the month after, or somewhere further down the line, I'm determined that I will earn myself a second shot at the roulette title.

Natalie stands up.

Natalie: Well, I can't think of anything more that I wish to say, other than to tell all of you that I hope you enjoy the rest of Climax Control, and that I look forward to visiting Scandinavia very soon.

The scene cuts away.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and introducing first...from Essex England...JEMMA ASAR!!

"The Lucky Ones" by Kerli starts pouring out of the arena's PA system as the room is flooded with a mixture of blue hued lights. The fans are cheering as they await the arrival of Jemma Asar. When she comes out form backstage, she has a huge smile upon her face as she walks to the top of the ramp. Once she has reached the spot, she poses by crossing her arms in front of her and swinging them up. She stands there for a few brief seconds before walking down the ramp towards the ring. The almost 6 foot frame of Jemma comes into play as she is quick to jump onto the ring apron and easily through the top and middle ropes. Her music is still pumping through the PA system as she jumps onto the second rung of the closest turnbuckle and poses the same as she did on the stage. Jemma then hops down and waits off in the far corner for her opponent as her music fades away.

Justin: And her opponent, hailing from Los Angeles California, TWISTED SISTER!!

The rock band Twisted Sister's anthem of "Burn In Hell" blares across the building and the crowd boos as Twisted Sister is escorted through the stage curtains by professional security, her arms bound around her in a secured straight jacket. She screams wildly, thrashing and kicking her legs as the guards have to practically have to carry her to the ring. At ringside, they carefully unfasten her straight jacket and she quickly climbs into the ring and dashes around, screaming like a lunatic. Seeing Jemma across the ring, Sister charges towards her, attacking her with rights and lefts that send Jemma to the mat where Twisted Sister begins to kick at her. Pulled back by Holly Wood, Sister begins to scream manically to the fans.

Simone: Well looks like this match is off to a violent start.

The bell rings as Jemma watches Twisted Sister begin to circle her looking for an opening. Lunging forward, the pair locks up in a collar and elbow that Sister turns into a headlock on Jemma. Fighting her off, Jemma sends her opponent into the ropes and is taken to the mat by a hard clothesline from Sister. Rolling to the side of the ring, Jemma pulls herself up using the ropes. Twisted Sister snarls as she charges across the ring. Jemma yanks the ropes down, sending Sister to the outside.

Simone: Sending Twisted Sister to the outside, if Jemma was smart, she will stay in the ring.

Adams: I would protect her. Jemma if you want me to.

Simone: I don't think you want to protect her from that..

Twisted Sister gets to her feet and then snarls at Adams who holds up his hands and motions his surrender. A crazy smile crosses her face as she backs towards the ring. Jemma moves to the ropes and pulls Sister into the ring by the hair and then whips her into the ropes again to catch her with a drop kick. Twisted Sister rolls up and charges Jemma and brings her to the mat with hard battering rights and lefts. Jemma covers up as Holly Wood tries to pull Sister away. Jemma kicks out at Sister who is fighting out of Holly Wood's grip.

Adams: I hope Holly doesn't break a nail in there with that crazy woman.

Breaking free from Holly Wood, Sister lunges at Jemma who uses a back elbow that sends Sister to the mat. Quickly, Jemma grabs Sister's leg and rolling her over, sits back with a single leg Boston crab. Twisted Sister scratches and claws her way to the ropes forcing Holly Wood to tap Jemma on the shoulder to warn her to let Sister go.

Simone: Jemma has to break the hold or else she is going to be disqualified.

Adams: If she doesn't break the hold, she is going to stay pretty and safe.

Simone: What does that mean? Don't you mean pretty safe?

Adams: No, I mean pretty and safe because Twisted Sister won't be able to mess up her face.

Jemma lets her go and backs up from the downed Twisted Sister who gets to her feet and turns to attack Jemma who slams her foot into the midsection of Sister and then hooks both of Twisted Sister's arms and picks her up. After pausing with Sister in a vertical position, Jemma brings her down face first to the canvas.

Adams: Ginger POWDER!!

Simone: You mean Ginger Power, she calls this move the Ginger power.

Adams: It's about "thyme" it got spicy around here.

Simone: It's still early in the evening and already your wordplay is peaking. Does this mean that you won't have anything to say later?

Adams: Don't be silly, of course I will have things to say later. That's what we have script writers for duh.

Jemma Asar rolls Twisted Sister over, and then lays across her chest, pulling her legs up and over as Holly Wood gets down to the mat and slaps the canvas three times.

Justin: The winner...JEMMA ASAR!

Holly raises Jemma's arm in victory as the crowd cheers and applauds while Twisted Sister rolls over toward her corner.

Simone: Jemma Asar victorious in this match against the newcomer Twisted Sister! If it is true she is hanging up the boots, she couldn't have done so any better than by going out a winner.

Jemma climbs the corner and holds her hands up to the crowd, acknowledging their cheers and pointing out to them.

Simone: Wait, what's she doing?

Adams: Saying goodbye to the fans? Hel-LO!

Simone: Not Jemma, you amoeba! Twisted Sister!

Twisted Sister has pulled something free from the folds of her straight jacket and holds a finger to her lips, telling the fans crying out warnings that it's hush-hush. She stands up and cackles, tip-toeing up towards Jemma's corner.

Simone: Good god! Is that a blow torch!?

Holly immediately gets in her way but Twisted Sister's answer to that is a swift kick to the 'tucked' bojangles of Holly Wood! Holly goes down like she was shot! Jemma frowns as she hears the cries of warning from the fans and she drops to the mat and turns around...

Adams: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

Simone: A FIREBALL!!! That lunatic just hit Jemma Asar with a fireball!

Jemma falls to the mat, writhing in agony and screaming, as she clutches her face and upper body that the flames struck! All the while Twisted Sister is standing over her, laughing and dancing a jig of glee! Paramedics rush out from the back, as does the security!

Adams: For once they didn't wait!

Time after time, both the paramedics as well as security tries to get inside of the ring but Twisted Sister heads them off, threatening them with her torch!

Simone: For Christ's sake, somebody DO something!!

Suddenly the cries of alarm from the fans turn into cheers of support as out from the back charges Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall! They are racing through the crowd to avoid being seen, and jump the guard rail! twisted Sister holds her torch up in the air and tilts her head back, screaming in mad abandonment, when the Metal and Punk Connection jump into the ring and tackle the mad woman, sending the dangerous weapon scattering across the mat! They hold her down as twisted Sister kicks and screams, struggling but Amy and Jessie hold her tight until the security officials can jump in now and restrain her themselves!

Simone: Finally!

The security each grab Twisted Sister and drag her towards the ropes where other security grabs her and pulls her the remainder of the way outside! She kicks and screams but they gather against her en masse and forcibly escort her away from the ringside area as the Metal and Punk Connection hover over the paramedics who busy themselves checking on Jemma!

Simone: That woman is psychotic! What the hell were the bosses thinking!? She burns Jemma Asar, attacks a referee and is laughing like it's all fun and games!

Adams: I just hope Jemma will be alright!

BLAST FROM THE PAST III CHAMPIONSHIP FINALS
TBD vs TBD
Winners are granted automatic shots at the World Heavyweight and World Bombshell Championships

The scene opens on the backstage area where we find Mz. Holly Wood walking down the long corridors. S/He stops in front of a door, that was open a crack. S/He knocks and it opens and we see Necra sitting in front of a vanity as Sara works on her Goddess's nails.

Holly Wood: Miss Kane?

Necra looks back at H/him in the mirror, and smiles.

Necra: Miss Wood, it's a pleasure to see you. What can I do for you?

Holly Wood: I wanted to get a few words about your match tonight against Candy and Sebastian.

Necra smiles as she gets to her feet, and walks toward Holly Wood.

Necra: Of course. Please sit.

Holly's eyes widen as s/he catches a glimpse of Necra's nails that seemed to have been sharpened to a fine point and painted with a golden hue.

Holly Wood: Are those legal?

Necra: They are in Europe.

Holly Wood: You mean business tonight against Candy don't you?

Necra: I always mean business when I step into that ring, no matter who it's against. She's lucky to have made it this far in the tournament.

Holly Wood: Candy has made a name for herself so far, and now tonight she is going to stand across from you in the ring and going to try to bring you down. Do you think you can handle Candy?

Necra laughs, as her eyes flash red and go back to their normal color.

Necra: I'm sorry Miss Wood, but do you really have to ask that question? Of course I can handle Candy! She thinks just because she won one match she thinks that she can go toe to toe with me and win? Hardly. I'm a multiple time champion and she has one win. Yeah I'm real scared of Candy.

Holly Wood: Those are some strong words. Are you worried that she and her partner Sebastian will be able to turn the match around and take the win from you tonight?

Necra: I'm not. And I will tell you why Holly... Erik and I are on the same page and we have proven that last week when we faced off against Darkyness and... Whatever his name was. We pulled that win out and this week won't be any different for us.

Holly Wood: It seems that you and Mr. Staggs work like a well oiled machine when you're in the ring. Do you think that Sebastian and Candy have that kind of connection?

Necra: I don't think they do. Sure they won their first match but that doesn't mean anything. Erik and I have a past together and treat each other as equals in this partnership. I trust him and he trusts me to do the right thing when it comes to what needs to be done in the ring.

Holly Wood: From what I've seen you do seem to have a connection.

Necra: That we do... Now if you excuse me I have to finish getting ready for my match. It was nice speaking with you Miss Wood...

Holly Wood: Thank you for your time Miss Kane.

Necra: You're more then welcome.

Holly Wood heads out of the room and watches as the door close behind her/him. Holly sighs and starts down the hallway once again, as the scene fades back to the main part of the arena.

"Syndrome" echoes through the Furust Forum as Horace Jackson and his friend Mack Andrews are making their way to the ring.

Simone: This is a surprise.

Adams: The Soulless One has made it to Norway but why is he here.

Simone: I don't even have a clue.

The crowd in Norway is really excited to see The Soulless One. A soft smile has been plastered on his face. Horace stops midway down the ramp as Justin Decent makes the proper announcement.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back to Sin City Wrestling, Mack Andrews and "The Soulless One" Horace Jackson

Mack and Horace both jump up onto the ring apron as the crowd hasn't stopped chanting his name since his theme song hit the sound system. Horace steps over the ring ropes as Mack enters the ring by the normal means. Justin gives Horace his microphone before leaving the ring. Horace throws one arm high into the air. He brings his arm down and lifts the microphone up to his lips.

Horace Jackson: Damn, it is so great to be back inside this ring. You all have no idea what it is like sitting at home, watching some of these talentless hacks make a mockery of the sport I love. I don't know how you people can stand cheering for them but I guess since no one really gave you all a hi-q test it shouldn't surprise me. What really surprised me is you all chanting my name? Since when did I allow you all to cheer my name. Now running you morons down is not why I am out here. I am out here to express my detestment for this joke of Blast From the Past Tournament. I mean you have people who shouldn't even be in this match.

"If That Ain't Country" strikes up as Wallace Jordan and his buddy Clint Outlaw comes walking out holding a six pack in one hand and a microphone in the other. The Norway crowd nearly jumps out of their seats as The Wild Man stops on the stage. He lifts his six pack in the air.

Simone: First it was Horace. Now it's Wallace. What the hell is going on around here?

Adams: Well this gives blast from the past a whole new meaning.

Horace looks over his shoulder as Wallace Jordan lifts his microphone up to his lips as well.

Wallace Jordan: No one bothered to contact The Wild Man about joining the party so I decided to crash the party. Since we have Darth Vader in the ring, it only makes sense that the country man makes an appearance.

Wallace and Clint resume walking down the ramp as Horace backs up a bit.

Horace Jackson: Who let the drunk leave the bar? Where is your designated driver?

Wallace walks up the ring steps, sets his six pack down in the corner and enters the ring. He walks right up to Horace but looks up a bit at him.

Wallace Jordan: You listen here bub, The Wild Man does whatever he wants and I say we turn this party up a notch. You want to talk about becoming a champion. Hell, I would love that myself. You see that sumbitch Andrew Watts ruined my chance at becoming a champion here in SCW. He even got lucky against Clint and myself. Now tell me, who deserves another shot at being one of the greats?

Horace Jackson: Wallace, you are a joke just like everyone else. If anyone deserves another chance it's me.

Wallace Jordan: Look bub, you already had a second chance and you blew it. Now, I deserve that second chance.

Horace Jackson: No, I deserve that second chance.

Wallace Jordan: No, I do.

Horace Jackson: I do

The crowd in Norway can't stop laughing at the two former SCW superstars arguing over who should return. Horace and Wallace are still arguing until "Las Vegas" comes over the sound system. The crowd stops laughing as Travis Nathaniel Andrews and Ralph Lorenzo walks out from behind the curtains.

Simone: This will not bode well for the two men in the ring.

Adams: Yeah, Mister TNA is here.

Travis is shaking his head while standing on top of the stage. Ralph shakes his head as well as Travis pulls out a microphone from inside his sports coat.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Are you two seriously arguing over who should return to SCW? Well let me be the one who burst your bubbles okay. Neither of you will be returning to Sin City Wrestling. Because as long as The Phenomenon is roaming the backstage area, you two will always be an after thought. I mean Horace, what did you do while being here. Oh yeah, you got suspended by Mark Ward. That was your defining moment. After that, you couldn't win anything and Wallace you was the biggest bust since the Bronx bomber.

Travis walks down the ramp with Ralph right by his side. Clint and Mack are keeping their eyes on Ralph. Travis hops up onto the ring apron as he leans against the ring ropes.

Wallace Jordan: Yo big man, who invited the Jack Ass to the party?

Horace Jackson: I have no idea but he needs to realize who he is talking to. You are the Wild Man and I am the Soulless One. So we have a better chance at being a success story then him.

Wallace Jordan: Yeah, I mean Travis is a joke right.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: A joke? Really, this coming from a man who couldn't win one single match. Andrew Watts was right. You only care about drinking instead of perfecting your wrestling skills. Now I won my debut match by knocking out Steve Ramone.

Horace Jackson: But what happened last week, oh that's right you got beat

Travis quickly enters the ring and gets right into the face of Horace Jackson.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: I admit last week was not my best outing but I blame Melody Grace for that loss. I mean the girl couldn't even fight her way out of a paper bag. Now if you guys are done running down loser's lane then could you do everyone in here a favor and vacate my ring.

Horace and Wallace look at each other then scans the entire Forum as the crowd has been on their feet the entire time. They look at each other one more time before leveling Travis with duel right hands. The shot sends Travis halfway across the ring. Travis quickly grabs his face as he looks up at his assailants. Travis slowly gets back up to his feet as Ralph is on the outside of the ring. Travis starts chuckling while rubbing his face. Horace and Wallace look at him as he just raises his middle finger at them. They charge at him as he quickly exits the ring.

Simone: Travis sure got out of the ring quickly

Adams: Why risk his own career? He is one smart man.

"Las Vegas" is playing as Wallace and Horace are screaming at Travis. He just points at his head as the crowd is really giving him a lot of negative heat. A smirk comes across his face as he and Ralph continue to taunt Wallace and Horace.

Andrew Watts is seen walking backstage, not set to wrestle tonight but still at the event. Watts is dressed in backstage gear: a pair of white Puma shows, a pair of faded blue Diesel jeans, grey shirt with the word REJECT from the shoulder to the chest, and his hair is neatly spiked back/up. Watts has a confident smirk on his face as he turns a corner and instantly comes face to face with SCW interviewer Holly Wood. Watts arches an eyebrow as Holly Wood shows him a big smile.

Andrew Watts: Oh god...

Holly Wood blushes a bit, blowing Watts a kiss... their last encounter was a bit awkward, and Watts didn't seem to thrilled to have bumped into Holly Wood on this occasion either. Holly Wood continues to smile, giggling a bit as she greets Watts.

Holly Wood: Oh my, well it's been quite time now hasn't it? Hello there Mr. Andrew.

Watts facial reaction is that as if he just ate the most sour candy you could find on the shelf at your local candy store. Watts scratched the side of his head, staring forward at the woman... uh, man... uh... woman... in front of him.

Andrew Watts: Oh... yeah, Holly Wood right?

Holly Wood shakes her head as she puts her finger on her bottom lip.

Holly Wood: Mmm... mmm... mmm... do not act like you don't remember me. EEEEVERYBODY remembers me.

Holly Wood continues to smile and Watts? He more so looks like he might throw up, or something of that nature. Watts nods his head extremely slowly as he responds to her statement.

Andrew Watts: Yeah, I remember you... I...

Watts basically stops talking, not really sure what to say, not finding any words to share with Holly Wood who on the other hand, has plenty to say... as usual.

Holly Wood: Now don't be shy just because I showed off my booty a bit last time we met up, I know you loved it... everybody does. But you Andrew since then have really taken off here in SCW... I mean, 7 matches and 7 victories? Talk about a hunk who knows his way around the ring, I'd like to maybe wrassle you one day as well.

Watts face is priceless, and unexplainable as he as the most utter look of disgust on his face.

Andrew Watts: What the fuck... I mean... I.. no...

Watts still having a hard time finding the words, shocking as he is quite the talker as well. Holly Wood giggles, shaking her head as she twirls her finger through her hair, continuing to speak to Watts.

Holly Wood: But there is one thing that many are concerned about... and that is your little group of three men and a whiny blonde. People are talking about how y'all just fell apart. Little Mikah seems to have disappeared, that hunk of a husband she has seems to have gone downhill... there isn't a whole lot left... people want to know, are the REJECTS finished?

Watts arches an eyebrow, his face back to it's usual self as he looks at her with a look of confidence, shaking his head, and running a hand back through his hair. Watts sarcastically laughs a bit, before answering her question.

Andrew Watts: Ha, that's actually funny. You think the REJECTS are falling apart? Why? Because Mikah went a little downhill? Because Gavin Stephens followed her down that hill? Well, those two can do what they want, if they continue that pattern... they won't find themselves as REJECTS much long. But as far as the REJECTS going downhill, you and whoever is making up this accusations really need to look at the real facts here. "The Notorious" Alex Kaelin: REJECT, SCW Roulette Champion, never been pinned in an SCW match, undefeated in singles competition. "The Renegade" Andrew Watts REJECT, 7 matches, 7 wins, undefeated in SCW, and the next SCW Heavyweight Champion. So maybe the other two REJECTS aren't living up to the name, and if they don't... they won't be REJECTS much longer. But as you can see, there are two REJECTS who are VERY MUCH living up to the name. So before you say the REJECTS are going downhill in SCW, do your homework... because the REJECTS are dominating SCW, even if its only Kaelin and myself doing so.

Watts pauses for a second, before speaking a bit more.

Andrew Watts: Oh and we will continue to do so... Kaelin is Main Eventing tonight, right? Well, those two poor bastards that he faces will feel the wrath of the REJECTS... because the Roulette Championship is staying right here, with us, Kaelin will make damn sure of it. See you around. By the way... keep it UP woman, it takes BALLS to do what you do.

Watts making an insulting joke to Holly Wood who scoffs at Watts as he turns around and makes his way back towards his locker room.

Justin: The following contest is for one fall.

The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts and the fans all on their feet and their is actually a "Ace of Clubs" chant that competing with the boos of some of the people that have known the man longer. The fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. Kris leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds, he is Kris Halc!

As the lift becomes level with the stage, massive blue and purple pyro shoots from the ceiling down to the stage hitting on both sides of the smoke cloud on the stage. The lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. Kris steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. His bright purple gloves are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing black shorts and a black, form-fitting, long-sleeved shirt that reads "K-Halc?" across the front. He reaches ringside and before sliding in the ring, making his way across to his corner where he waits for his opponent.

Justin: And his opponent...

As Blasted Monks theme starts to play we see Monk walking down the ramp. A mix reaction is heard from the crowd as he makes his way to ringside.

Justin: From Foshan, China, weighing in at one hundred and sixty five pounds, he is Blasted Monk!

Monk gets in the ring and jumps on the top turn buckle. Monk is running on top of the top ropes, as he runs a lap around the ring from the top ropes. The fans cheer as he gets down and gets back in the ring.

DING DING DING!

GRAPHIC TO BE ADDED

Halc moves in but Monk catches him with a stinging kick to the leg. Halc limps away, shaking his leg, he moves in again towards Monk but Monk blasts him with another kick to the leg, accurately hitting the same spot.

Simone: Halc not dealing with Monk's kicks at the moment.

Adams: Well he was prepariing for Jon Dough, this late change has probably thrown him.

Halc steps in, causing Monk to throw another kick in his direction but Halc catches his leg this time and takes him down with a clothesline, the force talking Halc off his feet too. Halc leans over Monk and starts to hit him with hard shots to the face. He quickly moves back to his feet and waits for Monk to return to his, as he does, Halc takes him over with an arm drag. He keeps hold of Monk's arm and jumps up, catching him with a legdrop across the downed arm.

Simone: Halc working the arm well.

Halc keeps a hold of the arm and roughly pulls Monk to his feet, he pulls Monk in and pulls him over with a judo hiptoss, Monk slamming in to the canvas hard. Halc moves away from Monk and waits for him to get to his feet and charges at him with a shoulder block but Monk puts a leg up and spins with a roundhouse kick and catches Halc on the jaw, knocking him to the floor.

Adams: How do you get ready for a guy like Blasted Monk?

Simone: Kris Halc never got the chance.

Monk moves towards Halc, picking him up and throwing him chest first in to the corner. Monk moves in and lifts Halc on the ropes, facing the fans. Monk climbs on the second rope behind him and wraps his arms around him. He lifts Halc off the ropes with a belly to back suplex and crashes Halc to the canvas. Monk quickly goes for the cover and Drew drops down to count

Simone: Impact move by Monk.

Monk gets to his feet first and pulls Halc with him. Monk pulls back his hand and catches Halc with a knife edge chop across the chest, sending him stumbling backwards. Monk follows up with a thrust kick to the chest, knocking Halc down. Monk moves behind him and stalks Halc as he returns to his feet. Monk wraps his arms around Halc's neck and drops him down with a reverse DDT. Monk pulls himself on top of Halc and Drew drops down to count

Adams: Halc has no quit in him, unless he ate food made up of letters and he ate the word quit.

Monk pulls Halc to his feet and whips him towards the ropes, but Halc comes back and slides under Monk's legs. He gets to his feet as Monk turns around and grabs him around his head and drops down with a sit down jawbreaker. Monk flies backwards and Halc returns to his feet. He quickly drops and elbow across Monk's chest and pulls himself up. Halc moves towards the corner and grabs the top rope and pulls himself up in one quick jump and turns to face the ring. Monk returns to his feet and Halc dives off the top, wrapping his legs around Monk's head and pulling him backwards in a diving hurricanruna. He pulls back Monk's legs as he turns the move in to a pin and Drew drops to make the count.

Adams: With great risk, almost came great reward.

Simone: Or he could have missed and came with great back ache forever.

Halc returns to his feet before Monk and jumps up on him, catching him with a head scissors, spinning around him twice before flipping Monk over. Monk gets back to his feet and moves back against the ropes but Halc charges at him. Monk ducks his head and lifts Halc over the top rope, but Halc lands on the ring apron. Monk turns around but Halc punches him in the face, sending Monk backwards. Halc pulls on the top rope and flips himself over and crashes in to Monk with a torpedo clothesline.

Adams: Halc has a lot of nicknames he don't like, but think he'll like being called the human torpedo?

Simone: Probably not.

Adams: But he was over in a flash. Some of you might get that one.

Halc gets back on his feet and charges at Blasted Monk, catching him with a running basiku knee kick!

Simone: Follow suit!

Halc pulls himself over Monk and Drew counts

Simone: The crowd thought he had it!

Adams: So did the fans!

Halc looks surprised as he gets himself back to his feet. He pulls Monk back to his feet but Monk surprises Halc with a low dropkick to the knee, the force sending Halc flipping over Monk. Monk pulls Halc to his feet and puts him in a suplex position. He lifts Halc up and holding him in the air, before dropping him down with a stalling brainbuster! Halc rolls towards the rope, but Monk pulls him over and on to his back and goes for the pin.

Adams: Now Monk can not believe it!

Monk stands up on his feet, running his hand over his head, before moving behind Halc as he gets to his hands and knees. Monk moves in behind Halc as he crouches over and ducks his head, about to lift him up for the Blasted Slam but Halc lands on his feet behind Monk. Halc jumps in the air and puts his arms around Monk's head and pulls him down on his knees with a lungblower!

Simone: Monk could have been one move away from victory there.

Adams: And now the tide has turned.

Halc moves to the corner and grabs hold of the top tope, he pulls himself up on the top rope and turns back to face Blasted Monk.

Simone: He could be looking for...

Adams: Someone's gonna be hurting here.

Halc dives off the top rope with a flipping diving leg drop, landing across Blasted Monk's chest!

Simone: SmackShot!

Halc pulls himself over Blasted Monk and Drew Patton drops down for the count.

Justin: The winner of the match... Kris Halc!

Simone: Kris Halc has over come the odds of not being able to prepare for Blasted Monk, but came through this test with flying colors.

Adams: Halc has been impressive since he's returned, it's not gonna take the staff long to notice this, maybe they already have if you look below....

SCW ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
ALEX KAELIN (c) vs. KRIS HALC

Cameras have made it into the backstage area as Pussy Willow has caught up with Travis Nathaniel Andrews and his only friend Ralph Lorenzo. He is still rubbing his face as she treads very lightly.

Pussy Willow: Travis, what is going through your mind right now after getting blasted by two former SCW superstars?

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: That right there is the perfect right to describe what just happened to me. Those FORMER superstars got jealous of my early success so instead of showing me any respect. They decided to hit me right in the face. Horace Jackson and Wallace Jordan are not worth all my efforts. You see Mister TNA has to refocus his energy on getting my hands on some gold.

Pussy Willow: Ralph, how can you be friends with an egomaniac like this man?

Ralph looks at Pussy with a blank stare before answering her questions

Ralph Lorenzo: My, are you really that dense in the head? Do you have any idea what this man has been through? His own older sister has basically stopped talking to him because of his success. It's not Travis's fault that he is an instant classic every time he steps inside the ring.

Pussy is wondering if these two are a match made in ego heaven.

Pussy Willow: Do you two have sharing the spotlight issues or something?

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Pussy, I don't share my spotlight with anyone. I don't like sharing it with Ralph but seeing that he is the only person who fully understands why I am just a talent that can't be asked to carry deadweight around like Melody Grace.

Pussy Willow: Melody is not dead weight

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Oh really, tell me Pussy. Who had to pick up the damn slack in our first round match after she basically botched everything she did inside the ring. It was me. I got the pinfall victory for our team. I even did most of the heavy work during our match last week. If she was half as focused on this match like she is about her pathetic marriage then we will still be in the blast from the past tournament. Now if you don't mind, I need to get my face checked out.

Travis and Ralph walk out of the picture as Pussy is left looking more confused than ever.

"Zombie" by Breed 77 blasts through the speakers, the slow intro playing as the word move on the screen. The eyes of Gabriel appear on the screen, turning red as the heavier guitars kick in. Purple lights cut through the thick smoke starting to fill the entrance ramp. The crowd wait in anticipation, and the figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of boos. Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached. He pulls the hood back from over his eyes, showing his face. Gabriel's eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. He reaches down, opening his long coat, pulling it apart, revealing the SCW Heavyweight title belt. He puts his arms to his side as boos with some scattered cheers fill the arena. Gabriel starts to walk to the ring. Gabriel gets outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel stands inside. He takes the title belt from his waist and puts it over his shoulder as Justin Decent hands him a mic. "Zombie" fades out and he raises the mic to his mouth.

Gabriel: You know the drill by now, I come out here, I talk, you shut up and listen.

Instant boos fly back towards Gabriel.

Gabriel: Really surprised you vikings actually understood that to be able to sit and boo me.

Arrogance covers the World Heavyweight Champions face as he strolls up and down the ring, one hand on the heavyweight title on his shoulder.

Gabriel: Last week, a three count heard around the world, a three count that instantly put every single wrestling fan in the world, in to a state of shock, a state of undoubted surprise. A count that catipulted a midcard man, who had done nothing here, in to the limelight of Sin City Wrestling, a man called Matheson. Congratulations Matheson, you did it. I wanna point out the emphisis on the word you, because you was the man that shocked the world and pinned me.

A look of bitterness crosses Gabriel's face.

Gabriel: No one else, you Matheson. Did it hurt? Dear God, it stung like crazy, but not because I lost, but because Sinful Obsession lost. You ended the greatest run in tag team history, by pinning me. Congratualtions, it must have been the best thing to ever happen to you in your career.

Gabriel clenches the microphone tightly.

Gabriel: You've shot yourself in to title contention just like that and I look forward to showing you I'm the better man one on one someday.

Gabriel pauses for a second.

Gabriel: Believe it or not, that was not the worst thing that happened to me last week. For weeks, I have offered a shot at the biggest prize in the game to one man and one man only. I have wanted to prove to the world that I was no fluke champion, that I did not win this title through conspiracy, I wanted to beat Sean Jackson one on one with the SCW World Heavyweight title, MY World Heavyweight title on the line. For weeks I have dangled the golden carrot in front of your face and no once have you bit, not once have you pissed your pants in girlish glee at getting given this chance when half this roster would have bit my hand off for it.

Gabriel tilts his head.

Gabriel: Hell, even JT Midas came out here last week just so I knew who he was, just so he could make it clear he wouldn't mind a shot at my title, but you Sean, not a peep, nothing. Matheson pinned me and made it clear he hoped we went one on one someday, with my title on the line, but the one man I offer it to, hasn't said a word to my face.

An angry look crosses Gabriel's face.

Gabriel: I know what it's all about you hick son of a bitch! I know what you're trying to do to me, but it's not working! You're not in my head by not answering!

Gabriel takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Gabriel: I'm a patient man Sean, but you're now taking the piss. You're now proving to the world that you're not a man, that you're a coward, that you're nothing but a yellow...

"In The Air Tonight" by Phil Collins floods the arena, completely cutting Gabriel off. As the boos erupt, Sean Jackson and his entourage appear from behind the curtain. Sean is standing in front, wearing slacks and a dress shirt. Marshall Owens is in a suit, Pamela Duke-Jackson is wearing a female type business suit, while Vanessa is in her now famous low cut red dress. As they take up positions on each side of Sean...

Marshall Owens raises the mic to his mouth.

Marshall: Mr. Stevens, my name is Marshall Owens, and I represent the man who's the rightful owner to that SCW heavyweight championship.

As he holds his hand up in a sign of somewhat respect, Marshall continues.

Marshall: Now you are absolutely correct, you have been dangling the world heavyweight championship in front of my client. But Mr. Stevens, that championship belt isn't yours to dangle. As a matter of fact, as a member of Sinful Obsession...

A smile begins to form.

Marshall: Wasn't your claim to fame as a member of said tag team, that no one could defeat you and Despayre inside of the ring, for the world tag team champions?

Before anything else can be said, Sean Jackson now speaks up.

Jackson: Come on Gabriel, lets cut the crap here. Like Marshall said, you're dangling something in front of my face, that isn't yours.

Sean points toward the ring.

Jackson: Like the thief you are, you weaseled your way into my business...under the disguise of trying to get rid of Drake Green. Well Gabriel...

Pamela leans in and whispers something in Sean's ear. As he nods his head, she turns around and walks back behind the curtain with Vanessa in tow. Once again before Gabriel has a chance to say anything...

Jackson: Here is the answer to your question Gabs.

With that, Sean also turns around and walks behind the curtain, leaving Marshall Owens on the stage by himself. As his smile gets larger.

Marshall: Oh and by the way, THAT was meant with nothing but the utmost respect. Have a good rest of the night sir.

With that said, Marshall then spins on his heels and steps behind the curtain as well. Leaving Gabriel in the ring.

Gabriel: Ladies and gentlemen, that was your champion. Thank you Sean, you just proved that you really are a coward. You've lost all credibility beyond doubt. Ladies and Gentlemen, beyond all reasonable doubt, this shows you that the man who thinks he's done it all, is no more than a pussy bitch.

Gabriel throws the mic up in the air, a disappointed look on his face as Zombie starts to play again. He leaves the ring, heading to the back, slowly shaking his head in disappointment.

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The cameras switch backstage. Misty, Roxi Johnson and O'Malley are seen heading down the hall. Misty has an eager smile on her face as does Roxi, but O'Malley has an awkward look on his face. O'Malley is the first to speak up as he follows behind the two ladies.

O'Malley: What exactly is the purpose of this again, ladies?

Misty stops walking and Roxi skids to a halt as well. Misty takes in a deep breath and lets out a sigh as she has to explain herself again.

Misty: I told you, O'Malley. This is a last ditch effort to try and get my memory back. Despy told me that his friend Mister Self Help could help me, and, well...I want to try.

O'Malley looks to Roxi. Having heard about the famous, or infamous, depending on how you look at it, he's not so sure this is the best idea. Roxi smiles and shakes her head.

O'Malley: Well...then I guess I better not try and stop ye then.

Misty: You couldn't even if you tried, but thanks for understanding. Now, come on, I think the door is down here. Isn't it, Roxi?

Roxi looks at their surroundings and nods.

Roxi: Yep! He said it would be somewhere around here.

The group continues walking looking at each door they pass until they find the one they are looking for. Taped to the door is a sign with 'MISTER SELF HELP'S OFFICE' written in purple crayon. They all share a laugh as Misty grabs a hold of the doorknob, ready to walk inside, but O'Malley grabs her other hand.

O'Malley: Maybe one of us should come with ye, love?

Misty shakes her head.

Misty: No. I'm doing this alone. I'll be fine, O'Malley!

Misty pulls her hand away from O'Malley. He shakes his head as Misty opens the door and walks inside, closing the door behind her. She looks around the room, which is seemingly empty, except for a desk and a chair.

Misty: Hello? Is...is anyone in here?? Mister Self Help??

"Ow!"

The small voice and a tell-tale 'thud' startles her and Misty spins around in time to see the desk, which in effect is really just a large, overturned cardboard box, shuffle aside. Then from behind it rises Desp, er, excuse me, Mister Self-Help. He has on his traditional pair of thick rimmed glasses with even thicker lenses which are installed backwards, effectively magnifying his gray eyes to three times their normal size.

Of course, it also effectively renders him darn near blind as a bat.

Mister Self-Help blinks behind his glasses, his form only seen from behind the desk from the shoulders up as he looks around with eager curiosity.

Mister Self-Help: Helloooo! Did somebody spoked?

Misty lets out a laugh as she stares at 'Mister Self Help' and his thick rimmed glasses. Because of her amnesia, and the fact that she can't remember Despayre, she really has no clue it is really him.

Misty: Umm..yeah, I did? I think. Are...are you Mister Self Help?

Mister Self-Help: Gee I hope so! Otherwise that means I wandered into the wrong office ... again.

Mister Self-Help steps all of the way up to his feet and starts to step forward to greet his client... customer, patient -- whatever Misty is supposed to be exactly, but he bumps into the desk, almost falling against it.

Mister Self-Help: Oh sorry. I didn't see you there.

Carefully he feels with his hands along the "desk's" edge to maneuver his way around until he emerges from behind it and smiles brightly.

Mister Self-Help: Ah! Welcome!

And he steps forward with his hand extended, except he is walking nowhere near where Misty is standing. Misty raises her eyebrow curiously, watching on amused as he stumbles around.

Misty: I'm, uh, over here.

Misty waves her hand, trying to get his attention. Mister Self-Help lifts his head and looks around, trying to see where she is, and this only makes Misty laugh again as she stares at his magnified eyes through his glasses.

Misty: Maybe you should take those glasses off?

Mister Self-Help finally yields for just the briefest of moments to lift his glasses, and he almost straight away starts blinking back the sudden blurriness of his vision and it slowly returning to normal. He then looks around and finally sees who is speaking.

Mister Self-Help: Oh hi! Misty! Of course! I thought I had an appointment today!

And just as smoothly, he slips his glasses back over his eyes and starts stumbling all over again as he carefully (and slowly) approaches her with his hand extended.

Mister Self-Help: Pleasure to meet you again my dear! But of course you wouldn't recall how we've been acquainted for some time, but I imagine that's why we're here, isn't it? Come! Have a seat!

Despayre then takes Misty by her arm to guide her toward the desk, but is heading for the door to the room instead. Misty quickly diverts his direction and turns him around and this time she becomes the escort as she leads him to the desk and the lone chair.

Mister Self-Help: And no no. I could never get rid of the glasses. It adds to the mysticism of the office, youunderstandI'msure. Besides, I couldn't charge nearly as much as I do without them. Presentation is very impotent!

He then cheats just a bit and tilts his head forward so that he can casually glance 'over' the rim of his glasses and see both the chair and the desk. He gestures towards the chair, offering Misty the seat.

Mister Self-Help: Please, do sit down. I apologize for not being able to offer you a couch but the last time I had one and a license to charge by the hour, I was worried I was doing something illegal so I got rid of it.

As Misty takes her seat, Mister Self-Help steps to the side of his 'desk' and cups his hands behind his back.

Mister Self-Help: May I offer you a refreshment? Coffee? Tea? A dairy product perhaps! None of which I actually have, but perhaps you'd enjoy a Cherry Coke?

Misty smiles politely and shakes her head.

Misty: No, but thank you for asking.

She takes in a deep breath and looks around the 'office', while running her hands over her knees nervously.

Misty: I have to admit, I almost wasn't going to show up here. I've all but given up hope on getting my memory back, but you seem pretty sure you can help me, so I decided to give it a shot. You...you can help me, right?

Mister Self-Help: Absotively posilutely!

Mister Self-Help responds eagerly with a bright smile on his face. He then reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out a Marvin the Martian notepad and holds up a bright, neon purple crayon.

Mister Self-Help: I just need to ask you a few questions, purely for diagnostic porpoises and we'll go from there? Okey dokey?

And he plops his backside on the edge of the 'desk' -- and right away the cardboard gives out and he falls to the floor, flopping on his back. He quickly rights himself, sitting up and looking around at the mess he has just made.

Mister Self-Help: Boy! That's what I get for buying American! Sheesh!

He then stands up and holds up his notepad, and gives the tip of the crayon a lick of the tongue (and makes a grossed out face in the process) and holds it to the pad's surface, ready to begin.

Mister Self-Help: Now! Let us begin! I want you to tell me your very last memory. Go back as far as you can.

Misty thinks for a minute, going over everything she remembers. All of it is recent, of course, and she remembers the first thing that popped into her mind.

Misty: All I remember is waking up in the hospital. I had a headache, and three people I didn't know where staring at me all concerned. It turned out those three were Melody, Roxi and O'Malley, but I didn't know who they were. I didn't even recognize MY name when they said it.

Mister Self-Help: That's quite alright. I barely recognize my own when I hear it.

He scribbles something on the notepad and then squints one eye closed, tongue sticking out from between his lips as he taps the tip of the crayon against his chin like a pro.

Mister Self-Help: I am well aware of Miss Melody and Miss Roxi. Miss Melody is a bright young woman that is lots of fun. Miss Roxi is a brave woman that fights for truth, justice and the last of the cafeteria's cheese sammiches. You can trust them. But I don't know if I am familiar with Miss O'Malley. Is she the really butch Lebanese with the thick eyeliner?

Misty lets out a loud laugh that actually turns into a snort. Her eyes widen as this happens, and she calms herself down, shaking her head.

Misty: Oh, jeez, no. O'Malley is a guy! And he's Irish. Melody and Roxi told me he was...is...my boyfriend, but it just feels weird to me. They say I can trust him, but something just seems...off. I feel bad, though, because if I just had my memory back, I'm sure I could trust him again.

Mister Self-Help nods in contemplation, taking that bit of information in. He then opens his eyes widely and shakes his head.

Mister Self-Help: Wow. Who would have ever believed that was a guy! Anyway...

He shakes his head and looked to her, or at the closest proximity he could come to with those darn glasses.

Mister Self-Help: Now if we want to be technical, without your memory, it could very easily be brought to your attention that just about anybody could be trusted -- or couldn't be. One or both. But I believe you made a very wise decision. Well, two actually. Coming to me chief amongst them, but also choosing to continue on with your life. Now I must ask you, why did you decide to get back inside of the ring again? I mean, without your memory you don't know an arm bar from a dropkick. Why do'd it?

Misty sighs and just shrugs her shoulders.

Misty: Honestly? I'm not quite sure. Everyone said I was so good at it before I lost my memory, and that I was one of the best. And since nothing else was working in bringing my memory back, I thought maybe that would work. I mean, if wrestling has been such a big part of my life, I thought maybe everything would just come naturally to me and I'd remember.

Misty rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

Misty: Apparently I was wrong, because I've done nothing but embarrass myself the past few weeks and just barely get through this tournament.

Mister Self-Help leaned forward and pats her on the shoulder, it better be her shoulder at least, and he speaks in a soothing tone.

Mister Self-Help: You're being much too hard on yourself! I watched your matches, to study for your upcoming appointment, and you impressed! technical skill or the lack there of, you kicked the snot out of those two ghouls, er, girls, that you were paired against. Some of the top wrestlers in the business don't know how to wrestle their way out of a paper sack and look at their level of popularity. Take John Cena for example...

Mister Self-Help then stops and looks completely 'off camera' and shouts...

Mister Self-Help: What? No I can say that! WWE sucks that's why!

He then turns back to Misty and smiles.

Mister Self-Help: My point is, you came up with a sound theory that being in the ring might help you recover, but we'll get to that in a moment. I have another little test here for you at the moment.

He flips open his notepad to the back and takes out a folded piece of paper. He passes it over to Misty's hands and allows her to open it up.

Mister Self-Help: Why nobody before me ever thought to do this is beyond me. I guess that's why they pay me the big bucks.

In Misty's hands, is a printed out, promotional picture of her from a wrestling magazine, holding the SCW woman's championship belt.

Mister Self-Help: Look familiar?

Misty studies the picture, noting her 'pre-makeover' appearance, and shakes her head.

Misty: No. I still can't believe that's even me. It looks nothing like me!

She hands the picture back to Mister Self-Help and sighs again, feeling like she is still getting nowhere.

Mister Self-Help: Don't worry. People say the same thing about me every now and then. They say I look like a completely different person.

He crumbles the paper up into a ball and tosses it behind him -- and hits the waste basket perfectly. He frowns, then shakes his head. No. Couldn't be.

Mister Self-Help: But don't be discouraged! We are already making progress! Now! I am going to ask you a few either/or questions, and you tell me your honest and for true answer! First... Cute, adorable, fuzzy kittens ... or slobbering, barking, noisy dogs?

Misty can't help but chuckle at Mister Self-Help's obvious bias towards that question.

Misty: Well...I PREFER penguins over anything, but...I think I'll go with kittens over dogs.

Mister Self-Help nods approvingly, scribbling the answer into his notepad with his crayon.

Mister Self-Help: Good choice! Now... sweet and sour chicken ... or beef and broccoli?

Misty has to think over her answer longer for this question. She scratches her head, trying to remember having tried either of those foods.

Misty: Umm...I honestly don't even know, because I haven't eaten either of those since I woke up in the hospital. Beef and broccoli sounds better, I suppose. But...how is this supposed to help??

Mister Self-Help huffs and shaking his head.

Mister Self-Help: Well I would have hoped that the answer should be obvious, young lady. By asking you an intricate series of questions with answers embedded in your psyche, in drawing your answer, you also draw forth a bit of yourself. In other words, these questions brush the surface of your mind and help to heal and remember.

Misty nods and has an oddly intrigued look on her face.

Misty: I guess you're right. I never thought about that. So I have a question for you then. Do you think that the weird feeling I have about O'Malley and the fact I don't fully trust him, means that I didn't before I lost my memory? I mean...I know I can trust Roxi and Melody, but I still can't shake this weird feeling about him. And he's the only one!

Mister Self-Help sighs.

Mister Self-Help: Well personally I'd find it hard to trust any man that wears that much eye liner that goes without manscaping all that chest hair, but hey maybe that's just me. But then again, there's a whole other side to this coin. For instance? Has he given you any reason to not trust him? I mean, if you don't know him, and without your memory you don't, how can you not trust him? Maybe it's not distrust your feeling. Perhaps the chill in your back and the butterflies in your tummy, that nagging thought in your mind, perhaps it has something to do with the fact you did care about him and without your memory, you're trying to distance yourself to keep from getting hurt as you have been in times past.

Mister Self-Help's eyes then open wide and he looks around.

Mister Self-Help: Whoa. Where'd THAT come from?

Misty takes in a deep breath and thinks again.

Misty: It could be that, but I really don't know. All I know is I have this weird gut feeling that is telling me I can't trust him. He seems nice and all, but I know nothing about him!

She shakes her head and shrugs again.

Misty: Oh well. Enough about him. So...what is next?

Mister Self-Help taps a finger against his lips and he nods.

Mister Self-Help: I think I've heard enough, Miss Misty, and I do believe I have the solution to your memory problem.

Misty's eyes light up eagerly and she has a hopeful smile on her face.

Misty: Great! What is it?!

Mister Self-Help stands fully upright and clasps his hands behind his waist like the professional he is, and begins to pace back and forth in front of her.

Mister Self-Help: I have studied your case extensively, and it is well known that the vast majority of amnesia cases are caused by a bonk to the noodle. Now, under most circumstances I would say the surest cure to a case like that would be another bonk to the noodle, but that's just barbaric! So, instead I have contacted my associates and their scientists have come up with a relaxing, soothing tonic that eases the mind and puts you into a restful slumber. Once you awaken, the brain tissue damaged will again be healed and your memory will once again be your own. Now...!

Mister Self-Help drops down to his knees and grabs a little gym bag that was stationed against the wall and Misty hears the sound of a 'cap' being twisted, and the tell-tale sound of 'psh!', like the sound a bottle of soda makes when it is opened. With his back turned, he pours the contents of this 'miracle tonic into a Dixie cup and stands upright and turns around.

Mister Self-Help: Now, I want you to turn and face the door. On that door I have hung up a poser of you in your wrestling prime, that was about twenty years ago I think, and focus entirely on that while you drink this down.

Mister Self-Help holds out the cup that held the fizzy drink, obviously Cherry Coke. Misty takes it, almost reluctantly, and looks at the fizzy dark liquid in the cup. She sniffs it, and then glances to the poster on the door.

Misty: Hmm..this smells like cherries. You really think this is going to work?

Mister Self-Help: Trust me! Drink that right down... slowly, while focusing on that poster. I guarantee you will sleep like a baby!

Misty blinks for a moment, making the final decision in her mind. She studies the poster on the door intently as she slowly brings the cup to her lips.

Misty: Alright. Here goes nothing!

Keeping her eyes on the poster, she takes the first sip of the 'tonic'. The look on her face shows the obvious nervousness as she expected the drink to taste horrible, but her eyes light up.

Misty: Hmm...not bad.

She takes another sip, keeping her eyes locked on the poster, and she makes sure to follow Mister Self-Help's exact instructions in drinking the 'tonic' slowly.

But what Misty doesn't notice is that while she is busying herself following his instructions to the letter, Mister Self-Help is also removing something else from his bag -- a cast iron skillet. He slides his glasses up from over his eyes and perches them atop of his scalp, slowly standing up and creeping up behind the unsuspecting Misty. He grips the handle of the skillet with both hands and starts to raise it up over her head.

Misty: I don't feel anything yet. When is it going to hit me?

Mister Self-Help rears the skillet back quickly and is just about to bring it down when the door to his 'office' swings open and Synn walks in, followed closely by Roxi and O'Malley, and they come to a quick and startled halt at what they are seeing about to unfold!

Synn: Joshua!

Despayre freezes in his tracks and fidgets, caught! He slowly lowers the skillet with one hand and looks as if he is trying to think of something to say, when he swiftly looks up into the air, and holds the skillet out as if he were just flipping pancakes -- and much to their surprise, a frozen waffle falls from above and lands in the skillet with a clunk.

Misty looks at the three of them, confused, before he turns around to see Despayre standing over her, still holding the skillet, before she turns and looks back to Roxi, O'Malley and Synn.

Misty: That's so weird...Where did that come from? And what is going on? I was doing what Mister Self Help told me to!

O'Malley looks horrified, knowing exactly what Despayre was attempting to do, and Roxi even looks a little disturbed. O'Malley steps inside and approaches Misty, taking the cup of 'tonic' out of her hands and setting it down on the chair as she stands up.

O'Malley: Come on, love. I think yer done here.

Roxi: Umm..Thanks again for trying, Desp--er, Mister Self Help.

Despayre: Trying? Hey I was making real progress here before I got interrupted!

With a knowing smile, Roxi, along with O'Malley, escorted Misty from the room, leaving the little guy alone with his father. Synn just stares at him and raises an eyebrow. Despayre fidgets and slowly lets the skillet slip from his fingers and land on the floor with a metallic clatter. He rocks on the balls of his feet and finally meets his father's gaze and huffs.

Despayre: Well I was!

Synn: I am sure. And as an added perk, you were preparing her breakfast as well?

Despayre: Well that's just the sort of guy that I am.

He nods, and Synn can only shake his head as he turns and exits through the open door as well, expecting his son to follow him. Despayre watches, biting his bottom lip, then casts a glance 'up' and the camera follows -- to find Angel perched on the rafter of the ceiling with a bag of Aunt Jemima frozen waffles beside the teddy bear. Despayre gives him a 'thumbs up' and then holds his arms out, and the plush pal plops down into his waiting arms and he hurries out after Synn.

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Justin: The following is a quarter final match in the Blast from the Past tournament and introducing first...

The lights remain normal for few seconds until "Falling for You" blasts out of the sound system. Right as the first riff happens, the lights start twinkling purple and silver as Candy Overton walks out twirling her hair around her finger. Inside her mouth is some kind of lollipop. She bends a little at her waist and flirts with crowd.

Justin: making her way to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada. Please welcome Candy Overton.

She gives a quick wink, leans back up and begins walking down the ramp. She resumes twirling her hair while throwing her lollipop to the ground. She stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks at the crowd. Her expression changes from nice to overly annoyed with everyone. She slides into the ring and acts all sweet again while waiting for her opponents.

Justin: And her partner...

A spotlight is shone on the ramp as Dark Tiger and Jeremiah stand on the ramp, and they head down the ring. The Fans go wild for them, and Jeremiah fist bumps with the fans.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Diamond and Jeremiah Hardin, "the Beast of Darkness" Dark Tiger.

Dark Tiger steps over the ring ropes and Jeremiah lowers the ropes for Diamond as she enters and he enters the ring and they get in the ring posing for the fans as Diamond and Jeremiah move out of the ring.

Justin: Their opponents...

The lights dim down slightly as white strobes flash quickly above the stage. The opening buzzing to "Where Eagles Dare" by The Misfits plays. Once the bass starts up, the lights flash along to the beat of the music. Erik pushes his way through the curtains, wearing an SCW logo polo shirt and a pair of tight jeans. He is carrying a clipboard in his hands as he smirks out at the cheering crowd. He walks down the entryway, soaking in the cheers as if they power him. He pauses at the end of the ramp and looks out to both sides. He dashes up to the ring and leaps onto the apron before climbing inside. He looks around at the audience with his signature smirk before grabbing a microphone. He pauses in the center of the ring, waving his arms out at the sides, asking the fans to keep it coming. He looks over to his wrist watch and taps it, shrugging his shoulders as the cheering finally dies down. He slowly paces back and forth as he laughs, still not used to being cheered so much.

Justin: And his partner, from the Isle of the Gods...Necra OCTAVIAN KANE!!

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

Simone: This is a quarter final match for the Blast for the Past tournament and from the looks of it, it is going to be a hard fought match.

Adams: Do you think that maybe Candy might be getting her stripper on?

Simone: Really Jason, someone needs to get your mind out of the gutter.

Adams: My mind isn't in the gutter...I would have to work on getting it UP to that level.

Simone: I ain't going to dignify that...

The bell rings as Jasmine St John motions for the match to start. Erik moves into the middle of the ring as Necra slides between the ropes. Hardin smirks as he moves to meet him in the middle of the ring. Erik puts his hands on his hips as Dark Tiger begins to taunt Erik who surprises the bigger man with a kick to the midsection. Angered, Hardin swings his arm catching Erik with a short clothesline that brings him to the mat. Grabbing at Staggs, Hardin pulls him to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Catching Erik coming off the ropes with a headlock, Tiger swings him back and forth then tosses him into the neutral corner. Stalking forward, Tiger picks him up and laying him across the turnbuckle, brings his fists down in a double ax handle to the midsection of Staggs. Dropping to the mat clutching his stomach, Erik tries to roll out of the ring in the general direction of where Necra is standing. Quickly she slides around the ring post and moves to reach for a tag. Tiger is about to grab Erik when he makes a desperation move and tags in Necra.

Simone: Erik just managed to save himself a beating right there by tagging his partner. As you know, men cannot put their hands on our Bombshells.

Hardin backs away from Necra and holds his hand out for the tag from Candy who slides into the ring. She and Necra lock up as Necra pushes her into the corner. St John pushes Necra away from the corner only to have Candy reach over her to slam a hard right into Necra's cheek. Staggering to the left, Necra brings up a hand to rub against the redness of the slap then charge towards Candy who uses a drop toe hold to bring Necra to the mat. Before Candy can take advantage of Necra, the Goddess of Death rolls to the floor and makes good her escape.

Simone: Necra needs to get back into the ring. Jasmine is going to count her out if she isn't careful.

Necra gets back on the apron as Candy moves closer. Using a hard face slap, Necra gains the breathing space she needs. Climbing into the ring, she reaches for Overton who catches Necra by surprise as she delivers her Candy Breaker out of nowhere that sends Necra reeling into her corner.

Simone: This looks like the end for Erik and Necra. Once Candy hits that move, she almost always gets the win.

Adams: Look...Erik is trying to be the gentleman by helping Necra.

Eric reaches and tags himself into the match. Jasmine motions to Candy to leave the ring as Dark Tiger steps over the ropes into the ring. As he moves towards Erik, Candy has Jasmine tied up as she is fighting to get to Necra not realizing that she isn't the legal partner in the ring. Behind Jasmine's back, Erik unleashes a fine mist into the eyes of Hardin.

Simone: Blood mist out of nowhere!!

Erik smirks as the larger Dark Tiger wipes frantically at his eyes. Moving towards the big man, Erik brings him over his shoulders then with a slight bouncing, causes cries of pain to escape Hardin. Staggs uses one final bounce of the man on his shoulders to launch him into a hard Samoan drop.

Simone: This has got to be it...Erik calls this move the Goodnight ladies

Adams: I usually say goodnight ladies with an offer of a toothbrush and breakfast the next morning.

Simone: And that usually works?

Adams: I never seem to remember after the right hands I usually get

Simone: 'nuff said.

In the ring, Erik drops to cover Hardin who is laid out.

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

Justin: Here are your winners, advancing to the semifinals, Erik Staggs and Necra Octavian Kane!

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

I can hear you breathing
Nobody here in the cradle does that anymore
How did you get in?
Will you help me?

The bassy sounds of the drums begin to play as the cello then kicks in over the p.a and finally the guitar kicks in as green lights swirls around the entrance.

4x The boogie
The boogie
The boogie Man

The song then kicks in and Amy rushes out holding her face and then suddenly stops half way down the ramp to reveal her face. She wears a black leather surgical facemask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that... Amy Marshall is written in red and in Japanese.

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

Amy: Hei Norge (Hello Norway)

Amy said in her best Norwegian accent, as the crowd cheer.

Amy: Skal du nyte showet ? (Are you enjoying the show?)

Once again Amy tries to impress the crowd with her Norwegian.

Amy: Well that has exhausted my Norwegian lessons I had earlier on, anyway the main reason I am out here is not to impress everyone with my attempts at Norwegian, I am out here to talk about the Bombshell tag team titles.

My main question is... why on earth did the Mean Girls get a title shot, when it should have been Metal and Punk Connection... after all we did lose them and we do have a rematch clause.

I know that we had the whole Blast from the past tournament to deal with... but both Jessie and I went out early...we could have had our rematch.

But nope... the Mean Girls were given the shot and beat The Fallen.

Now... I'm not out here to call out the Mean Girls because we all know how that will turn out, and I'm not calling out The Fallen either, but instead I am out here to remind management that MPC are owed a rematch and that I am out here to put The Mean Girls on notice and send a message to them.

Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor as much as I hate this repetitive battle between the Mean Girls and us... Be prepared because Jessie and I are coming to take those titles away from you. Like The Fallen your reign will be short and Jessie and I will continue to make history.

So watch your back, what them titles... consider yourselves on notice.

The Boogieman by The Hell Freaks hits over the p.a once again, as Amy places the mask over her face and drops the mic and climbs out of the ring and heads up the ramp to the backstage area.

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Once again Sean and Pamela are standing backstage, both are laughing about turning their backs on Gabriel when he once again challenged Sean to face him for the heavyweight title. As Scott approaches, he once again confronts the duo.

Scott: Sean...Sean, once again Gabriel challenged y...

He never gets to finish.

Jackson: Damn Scott, you're just like a broken record. Can't you see that Pamela and I were discussing something?

Scott: Oh no Sean, this time it's not going to be so easy.

Jackson: What isn't going to be easy?

Scott: Once again Gabriel challenged you to face...

Jackson: Scott, nobody gives a damn what that thief has to say. He wormed his way into a title picture that he had nothing to do with, and then managed to win MY world title without even pinning me.

Scott: Well, he gave you a chance to accept his...

Sean throws his hands up in disgust.

Jackson: Oh God Scott, just shut up already. I'm so sick and tired of hearing you whine about how I punked Gabriel...

Sean takes a deep breath as he closes his eyes for just a moment, before looking back at Scott.

Jackson: I tell you what. If he REALLY wants to remove that askerisk from his name. If he REALLY wants to legitimize that fake title reign. If he REALLY wants to be the kind of champion he was as a real tag team champion with Despayre, then he'll come out again next week and he will challenge me again.

Scott: And when he does?

Sean smiles.

Jackson: I'll give him my answer.

Scott: And what will the answer be Sean?

Sean chuckles as he turns and walks away with Pamela, once again leaving Scott alone by himself. Frustrated by the lack of an answer, he rolls his eyes and throws his hands up.

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*card subject to change*

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"Metal Health (Bang Your Head)" by Quiet Riot hits the speakers and the crowd reacts confused not recognizing the theme song.

Simone: That's odd, the only debut tonight is Twisted Sister and she used, well, Twisted Sister.

Adams: No one signed up to SCW during the week either.

However the crowd soon starts booing as "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone makes his way down to the ring in his street clothes and wearing an NXT T-Shirt, he ignores the fans at ringside before entering the ring and taking the mic from Justin.

Simone: Steve's been pretty quiet since his lost to Simon Jones last week.

Adams: Outside of a couple of tweets that is, even then the one tweet to do with the match was pretty vague.

Steve waits for his music to fade before putting the microphone to his lips.

Steve: A little over a year ago I was in the middle of my infamous feud with Gabriel and it got to the point where I wasn't sure if I could trust Gabriel's allies in the Sins to not stick their noses in our feud so I needed back-up.

Steve says before pointing to the NXT shirt.

Steve: No other stable was active at the time aside from three, the Sins, NXT and the Mean Girls and since a sex change isn't really on the agenda I joined up with NXT.

Steve adds getting a big pop from the crowd.

Steve: AND THAT WAS THE WORST DECISION I EVER MADE IN MY PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING CAREER!

Steve says before ripping the t-shirt in two and throwing it to the ground.

Steve: I never had to worry about the Sins and NXT is a sinking ship, the one member left with any experience currently has the memory of a goldfish for fuck's sake!

Simone: He didn't...

Adams: Yep, he just mocked Misty's amnesia.

Steve: And who's left? Honestly!? To never wills called Connor and Jon? NXT may have kickstarted her career when she first started but if Jessie was half as smart as she thinks she is she would've left too! Consider this my resignation from NXT! From now on I'm my own man!

"Revenge, is a meal Best served cold..."

Simone: That took longer than I expected.

Adams: As a famous wrestling announcer from Oklahoma would say, business is picking up!

The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of ""Like Angels Weeping (the dark)" by Kataklysym tears the PA System a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake and her fiance Shane, they trio skip the usual headbanging at the top of the ramp instead marching down to the ring, Jessie enters the ring first followed by her male companions who are handed mics by stage hands.

Jessie: Really Steve? You keep me in the dark all week long about your actions last week and this is your explanation? That your allies didn't meet your lofty expectations?

Steve: Jessie if you had met some of my GWA allies then you'd....

Jessie: Save it! I worked my ass off last week and you cost us the match by being a god damned glory hog! And so did Connor and Jon when the three of you took on Power Play.

Steve: If that's their best then no wonder NXT is a fucking joke!

Jake: And where do you get off mocking Misty's current medical condition?!

Steve turns to Jake who has now gotten in his face, or rather chest to face given the height difference and scoffs.

Steve: Oh please, if that old bitch isn't faking it then I'm Popeye.

The trio's jaws dropped and Steve smirks as he gets out of Jake's way.

Steve: Now please keep the Neanderthal away from me, I know the military has a "don't ask don't tell" policy about that kind of thing but I'm married and I have a kid!

Jessie: And is this the kind of example you want to set for her? You're mocking a medical condition and disrespecting Misty!

Steve: The example I'm setting is of one who would do anything to get ahead in this business and provide for his family! Will Sophie cry her eyes out over my actions tonight? Maybe! But when she is older she will understand, but then again what would you know about a good family?

Simone: Oh please tell me he's not.....

Adams: Somebody cut off his mic already!

Jessie's glare intensifies as does her two companions and Steve chuckles.

Steve: First your biological parents kick the bucket before you can even meet them, then you move in with an asshole dad who abused you, honestly the world would be a better place if he had offed you when he got the chance!

Simone: Jason, please restrain me from beating the shit out of him.

Adams: I was about to ask you the same thing!

Shane has clearly had enough and steps in front of Jessie who's clearly, and understandably, getting pretty emotional over Steve's words.

Shane: Steve, how dare you? HOW FUCKING DARE YOU?! She looked up to you growing up and this is how you repay her? You were her idol......

Steve: You know Jessie, there's a funny thing about idols they often don't turn out quite how you hoped they'd be!

Steve drops the mic and goes to leave.....before springing into action and superkicking the microphone right into Shane's mouth!

Simone: OH MY GOD! STEVE JUST HIT THE FEARLESS SHOT ON SHANE!

Adams: That bastard, he's not even a wrestler!

Steve quickly leaves before Jake can jump him and Jake yells after him as he leaves via the audience and Jessie checks on Shane.

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Justin: The following contest is a Blast From The Past match, Introducing first.

The calls of "Return to Innocence" sounds across the PA system. Between the first chant and the second chant, Dreamwolf appears and stands at the top of the ramp bowing his head, then around the 2nd chant.

Justin: From Tahlequah, Oklahoma, weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pound, he is Bo Dreamwolf!

Dreamwolf marches to the ring, his eyes fixed on the ring and the opponent within. Sliding inside, he then mounts the turnbuckle in the corner and raises a fist to the fans, letting loose with his own war cry to which the fans reply with enthusiastic cheers and applause.

Justin: And his partner...

All of a sudden "Superstar" by Lupe fiasco starts playing all over the Pa system. Two lights are pointed at the entrance way. Crystal Emerges through the curtains and is greeted by multiple pyros that start shooting off one by one.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, she is Crystal Hilton!

The crowd roars at her with a loud ovation of cheers and she slowly makes her way out walking down the aisle. Crystal cracks a grin as her photographers line up to take a picture of her. She finally makes it to the ring and places one foot on the apron and stretches the other one on the apron as well. She does a split to enter the ring and she finally makes it to her feet. She smiles bouncing around a bit as she awaits her opponent to come out..

Justin: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Synn and Angel...

The heavy beat of Orgy's 'Opticon' begins to sound over the public address system of the arena. The fans turn their attention to the stage atop the entry ramp to await the entrance of the 'disturbed one' and their wait is rewarded. Despayre steps out onto the stage, holding his teddy bear, Angel, by the fuzzy arm in one hand, with Synn at his side and they are greeted enthusiastically with cheers.

Justin: From Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, weighing in at one hundred and seventy six pounds, he is Despayre

The gothic mental case briefly holds 'Angel' up in the air to let 'him' bask in the cheers too, and they then start to move along the entry aisle, and closer towards the ring. His movements are slow, methodical, and he avoids being touched by the many hands reaching out to him but allows his bear to greet the fans. Arriving at ringside, he slides "Angel" into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope himself. Again grabbing his 'security' bear, he crawls across the ring on all fours and deposits himself into a neutral corner where Synn joins him for the pre-match pep talk.

Justin: And his partner...

The song "Feuer frei" by Rammstein is played and the revving of a Harley can be heard. slowly Amanda drives down to the ring, dressed in a really short and tattered jeans shorts, a belly free top and some really high heeled stripper sandals. The fans are booing at her, but it seems that she doesn't care what anybody thinks about her. As she reaches the ring, she shuts off her bike and slowly gets down from it. The fans are still booing, but Amanda only flips them the bird.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is Amanda Cortez!

Then she slides into the ring and kicks her shoes out of the ring. She jumps on the ropes in the corner, raises her arms in victory and yells some insults at the fans. Still both arms in the air, she makes the devil sign and then she jumps down from the ropes again. Now she rests her arms on the top rope and one foot on the bottom rope and waits for her opponent to come to the ring. It seems that she's completely relaxed and doesn't care about what happens here, but as she sees her opponent come down to the ring, a cold and deadly glare comes into her pretty face. She's completely focused and willing to destroy her enemy completely.

DING DING DING!

Despayre and Bo start the match off. They move to the center of the ring and Bo puts his hand out to shake it. Despayre puts his hand out to shake it and Bo moves his hand closer, but Despayre pulls his hand away, sticking his thumb on his nose and wiggling his fingers, while poking his tongue out.

Adams: I think that's called the finger wiggle of doom.

Bo smiles and the two lock up, Bo using his strength to force Despayre down to his knees. Despayre fights his way back to his feet and Bo moves behind, lifting Despayre off his feet and planting him face first, Bo moves around Despayre and locks on a front facelock, but Despayre fights his way to his feet, lifting Bo over with a northern lights suplex, breaking the hold, Despayre rolls over and gets to his feet, shortly followed by Bo. They face each other but Bo take Despayre down with a clothesline. Despayre rolls over holding his face and Bo goes on the attack, pulling Despayre to his feet and catching him with a shot to the jaw. Bo pulls Despayre in close and spins him around with a swinging neckbreaker, crashing Despayre to the floor. Bo rolls over, pulling his knee in Despayre's back and grabbing hold of Despayre's head and leg, pulling him back in a bow and arrow lock.

Simone: Bo tightening that hold.

Adams: Do you think Bo knows that this move has his name in?

Simone: I'd expect so.

Drew Patton moves in close to check on Despayre, but Despayre wiggles his head and bites Bo's finger!

Adams: If ever there was an odd way to get out of a move, that would be it.

Despayre rolls away from Bo as Bo wiggles his fingers around. Despayre gets to his feet and Bo quickly joins him. Despayre jumps in the air and catches Bo with a high legged clothesline. Bo moves back to the ropes, rocked by the attack and Despayre moves in, throwing wild punches to Bo's midsection. Despayre looks up at Bo's long braided hair and takes hold of it. He wraps it around the top rope, tying Bo's hair to it!

Adams: I have no words.

Bo tugs at his own hair, trying to pull it loose as Despayre steps back, ready for a run up. He charges towards Bo and jumps in the air with a huge dropkick, catching Bo on the jaw and forcing him to slump, his hair still tied in the rope. Drew Patton moves towards Bo, trying to free his hair.

Adams: At least we know that hair is real and not extensions or it would pop right off his head.

Drew eventually unties Bo and the American Native gets to his feet. Despayre kicks Bo in the gut and drops him face first with a X-Factor facebuster! Despayre rolls Bo over and goes for the cover

1...
2...

Bo gets a shoulder up

Simone: Just the two.

Adams: Good, cause if it was a three, this one would be over and the Bombshells wouldn't have done anything.

Despayre gets up, moving towards Amanda Cortez and tags her in.

Simone: Bombshell action time.

Hilton gets in to the ring the other side and the two meet in the middle of the ring, exchanging punches. Amanda cuts Crystal off with a knee to the gut, doubling her over. Amanda jumps up and hooks on to Crystal's head and plants her with a spinning tornado DDT! Amanda moves towards the corner, climbing to the top rope. She jumps off the top rope and nails Crystal with a flying elbow drop, catching her on the chest. Amanda quickly hooks the leg and Drew drops down to count.

1...
2...

Crystal gets a shoulder up

Simone: High flying move almost paid off!

Amanda waits by the ropes, waiting for Crystal to return to her feet. As she does Amanda runs at her, jumping in the air and catches her in a head scissors and tosses Crystal across the ring! Crystal rolls and gets back to her feet as Amanda charges at her. Crystal ducks a clothesline and Amanda stops dead in her tracks. She turns in to Crystal, who jumps in the air and wraps her legs around Amanda's head and pulls her over with a hurricanruna!

Adams: These two are two of the best high flyers in the world in the ring.

Amanda rolls to her feet and runs towards Crystal, who leapfrogs over Amanda, Amanda charges back off the ropes and jumps, wrapping herself around Crystal's back in a cruifix, but Crystal stays on her feet. She rolls forward and squashes Amanda under her weight! Crystal rolls off of Amanda and moves towards the ropes, she waits for Amanda to get to her feet and jumps in on to the ropes, using them as a springboard and jumps back towards Amanda, catching her with a springboard kick to the jaw! Crystal covers Amanda and Drew drops for the count.

1...
2...

Amanda pushes Crystal up

Simone: Nearly a win for SCW's movie star.

Crystal moves over to the corner, reaching out and tagging Bo in to the ring.

Adams: And back to the men.

Bo moves in to the ring and meets Despayre in the middle. Despayre moves towards Bo, but Bo lifts him up and drops him with a spinebuster, taking the wind out of him. Bo pulls Despayre to his feet and throws him in to the corner. Bo charges, catching Despayre with a clothesline, before grabbing his head, jumping up and pushing himself off the ropes and dropping Despayre with a stratusfaction bulldog. He rolls Despayre on to his back and goes for the cover.

1...
2...

Despayre wiggles free.

Adams: Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, wiggle yeah!

Despayre gets to his feet and Bo wraps his arms around him with an attempted belly to belly, but Despayre pulls his head back and headbutts Bo in the face. He quickly grabs his long braids and whips Bo across the ring!

Simone: Unothadox.

Adams: Yet so Despy.

Despayre moves behind Bo and takes his hair again, crossing it over Bo's mouth and eyes, before pulling him down on to his knee with a backbreaker.

Adams: Best.... Backbreaker.... Ever!

Despayre pulls Bo to his feet and lifts him over with a quick snap suplex, crashing him to the canvas. Despayre stands up and runs to the ropes, coming back with a rolling thunder, crashing down on Bo's body. Despayre rolls him over, going for the cover.

1...
2...

Bo kicks out.

Adams: That one was as close as my boxers to my butt.

Simone: That's a visual image I didn't want.

Amanda leans over the ropes for a tag and Despayre moves over, reaching out and tagging Amanda in.

Adams: What a gentlemen Despayre is.

Crystal streams in to the ring, catching Amanda with a spinning back elbow. Amanda looks shocked as she hits the canvas. She quickly gets to her feet but Crystal jumps around her, spinning around Amanda's back and takes her over with a tilt a whirl arm drag. Amanda rolls back to her feet but Crystal moves in and takes Amanda over in a snapmare, before bouncing off the ropes and coming back with a dropkick to the tattooed goddesses face, knocking her flat on her back. Crystal goes for the cover

1...
2...

Amanda just gets the shoulder up in time.

Adams: That was as close as...

Simone: Don't finish that one.

Crystal pulls Amanda to her feet but Amanda pushes Crystal away. Amanda takes a short run up and nails Crystal with the Strike of a Goddess!

Simone: Jesus!

Adams: That nearly snapped Crystal's head clean off. Please note that statement is for entertainment purposes and Crystal still has a very lovely head on her shoulders.

Amanda rolls herself back towards the corner, sitting and waiting, as Crystal gets back to her feet, Amanda charges at her and...

Simone: Fade to Black! Amanda hit the fade to black!

Crystal goes limp after the spear and Amanda goes for the cover...

1...
2...
3!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winners of the match.... Despayre and Amanda Cortez!

Simone: Despayre and Amanda to advance to the semi final.

Adams: Who would have thought a team of complete opposites could work so well

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The scene opens up in the trainer's room moments after Shane was Superkicked by Steve, Shane is still out cold whilst Jessie, who has obviously been crying quite a bit, sits at his bedside and Jake paces back and forth.

Adams: Normally I'd have something witty to say but not after what Steve just did.

Simone: I have to agree.

The nurse brings Jessie a cup of water when the door opens up and they look up seeing Amy enter the room with a look of concern on her face.

Adams: Is it wrong of me to hope that that was Steve?

Simone: Normally I'd say yes but now? Nope.

Amy: Hey is everything ok?

Amy asked, as she sees sitting down beside Shane, as Jake paces the trainer's room waiting for the doctors to do their thing and for Shane to wake.

Jessie: Well let's see, a guy who I looked up too and considered a friend showed his true colours, pretty much said that my step-dad should've killed me and attacked my fiance for defending me, how do you think I feel?

Jessie snaps at her before shaking her head.

Jessie: Sorry, I'm sure I don't need to explain why I have a lot on my mind at the moment.

Amy shakes her head.

Amy: Its fine... it was a stupid question in the first place. I'm sorry about Steve. I was about to come and see you before Steve got his tighty whities in a twist... but it's a bad time.

Amy said and Jessie shakes her head.

Jessie: It's fine, I could use the company since Shane is out cold and Jake's too angry to talk about anything other than kicking Steve's ass.

Jake: Don't act like he doesn't deserve it!

Jake chimed in and Jessie shook her head.

Jessie: Are you here to talk about the Tag Titles?

Amy: Uh yeah... but we don't have to talk about them. I could just keep you guys' company and talk about other things.

Amy said worried it wasn't a good time.

Jessie: Sure, we can talk about that another time anyway.

Jessie says as the scene fades.

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The scene opens on a dimly lit room where we hear the door opening. We soon see Necra entering the room and to her surprise she sees a bouquet of suckers and lollipops in the middle of the table. Necra smiles and picks up the small card that sits in front of the large vase.

Necra: Dear Necra, I sent these lollipops to you for you to enjoy. But also for you to use to your advantage.

Yours

S.

Necra smiles to herself as she looks at the lollipops that fill the vase. She unwraps one and puts in it her mouth, and sits on the couch, pulling the biggest one out from the middle. She twirls around in her hand and gets up from the couch once again, and heads out of the room, and back down the hall with the giant lollipop in hand as the scene fades back to the main part of the arena.

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The ring is set up for the "Hart to Heart" show as the camera pans around the Furuset Forum showing the fans cheer in excitement as they hold up their signs and S.C.W. merchandise. Inside the ring there's the dark brown desk with two red chairs to the left of it and a big black leather chair behind it. On the desk is a lap top computer and next to it a pile of paper work and a microphone. "Points of Authority" by Linkin Park starts up over the sound system which instantly sends the crowd into a frenzy, the boos fill the place as the camera cuts to the entrance to show Bruce Evans step from the back with that cocky grin across his face. Bruce is wearing tight blue skinny jeans, black boots, and a vintage black and white "Blaque Hart" shirt under a black leather jacket. The S.C.W. Internet Championship is proudly draped over his right shoulder. After a few seconds of acknowledging the crowd he begins his walk to the ring mocking and teasing the people in the front row before walking up the ring steps and entering the ring through the middle ropes. He enters the ring, walking around it, showing off his title and smiling from ear to ear as his theme music slowly fades out. He stands in the middle of the ring and raises his Internet Championship for everyone to see it before he places it perfectly on the center of the desk. Placing the microphone to his mouth, he begins to speak as the fans boo.

Bruce Evans: And I love you too!

The boos pick up at the sarcasm of Bruce as he pauses, holding the microphone to his side and eating up the unwelcome reaction of the crowd with that all so familiar grin on his face.

Bruce Evans: And welcome to Hart to Heart!

More boos fill the place as he looks around and pats himself on the back. He then begins applauding himself and takes a bow as chants of You're An Asshole!" start up.

Bruce Evans: Now let's get serious for a minute here. When I decided to do this show it was to talk to the upper class of the S.C.W. and when I say that I mean the World Champion, or the Bombshell World Champion, ya know the people that actually mean something around here. Well, tonight my guest was supposed to be one half of the World Tag Team Champions J.T. Midas!

The crowd lets out a mixed reaction as Bruce pauses, walking around the ring before leaning up against the ropes.

Bruce Evans: Yea, I said supposed because it appears Mr. Midas isn't going to be on my show tonight because of "personal" reasons...

The place erupts into a chorus of boos as Bruce shakes his head, agreeing with the reaction with a serious expression on his face.

Bruce Evans: See, I'm not one to mingle in the happenings of the promotion. I don't really pay too much attention to the bullshit that happens behind the scenes and the decision making of the staff because that's their call. I simply come to work and do what I'm told to do...

Bruce pauses as he walks over to the desk and sits on the edge of it.

Bruce Evans: I've been in this business since the nineties and I've never been a part of a company I've admired more than I do Sin City Wrestling. But, and I'm directing this to the boys in the front office, this place is becoming a thorn in the side of many people as of late. Hey, I guess we shall call this a "shoot"!

Pausing again as the crowd continues to boo, Bruce walks behind the desk and takes a seat in the black leather chair.

Bruce Evans: When I first joined this company, I was looked at as a simple curtain jerker, ya know someone to fill the card. Someone to be used if someone else couldn't make it, in layman's terms, a Joke. The years went by, I won some matches, I lost some matches, I quit Sin City Wrestling!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction and begin chants of "You Still Got It!" Bruce shakes his head and puts his hand out as a way of trying to stop the chant.

Bruce Evans: No. No. No.

He stands up from his seat and again walks around the ring.

Bruce Evans: Ya see to the boys in the office all I was to them was a joke. So I left this company and I had to find myself. I had to regroup. I knew that if I ever came back to Sin City Wrestling I'd have to come back better than ever. So after over a year of soul searching, I return last year and I show the boys that I am as good as I've always said I was. I've proven to the boys that I AM GOD!

The cocky grin crosses his face again as the boos begin to pick up. He holds the microphone out to the crowd to pick up the reaction. He then walks back to the desk and stands on it.

Bruce Evans: I am Bruce Evans, and the front office are finally taking in the fact that I am gold! Without me this entire show, this promotion, it's a joke. At this time I give each and every one of you permission to bow down, worship me, admire the pure blessing that stands before you!

The place fills with boos as Bruce reaches down and grabs his Internet Championship belt and raises it up high, before wrapping it around his waste.

Bruce Evans: Sin City Wrestling finally got it right. They places this title around my waste because since my return last year I've been busting my ass harder than anyone in the back and that's a FACT! Since my return I've been the most entertaining man in this company and that's a FACT! Since my return I have elevated Sin City Wrestling to the next level!

Jumping down from the desk, Bruce walks around showing off his title and mouthing off with some of the fans in the front row.

Bruce Evans: Late last year, a whole new breed of talent joined the S.C.W. A group that honestly has been the best batch to join all around the same time. Caleb Houston, J.T. Midas, Drexel Matheson, Alex Kaelin, Gavin Stephens, Lord Raab, Andrew Watts, and so forward. You guys all came in and it made this company better than it's ever been. But the mistake was made when ya'll thought you could come in and take the places of the alumni, that's where you were wrong!

A mixed reaction from the crowd as Bruce puts his head down in deep thought before lifting it back up and rubbing on his title, around his waste.

Bruce Evans: J.T. I don't know what you're going through right now, why ya couldn't be here tonight or whatever and to be honest I could care less. There's been a lot of rumors swirling around the "net" lately about Sin City closing down and I call BULLSHIT!

The fans quickly start chants of "That is Bullshit!" as Bruce nods his head and begins to smile.

Bruce Evans: See guys like J.T. and Caleb, and Gavin and all those other new talents thought they'd easily come in and take over. Since you've all came in, what you've done is pick up Sin City, rattle it, and create nothing but trouble. So if those were your goals, congrats. You've achieved them. But hear me out, hear me now! This company is here to stay, and this champion, I ain't going no where!

Evans removes the Internet title from his waste and puts it back over his right shoulder. He looks at it and proudly smiles.

Bruce Evans: I guess what I'm trying to say, and I'll stop taking up you guy's time is that hate me or love me I bleed Sin City Wrestling. I am the most dominate man who currently holds a title, and if you've been impressed by me lately. Let me just say you ain't....

"Do it like a Dude" by Jessie J starts over the sound system as the building erupts into cheers. A few seconds pass by before Kimberly Evans approaches the stage with a huge smile on her face and a microphone in her hand. She's wearing tight black slacks, red pumps, and a red halter top. Her hair pinned back and over sized hoops in her ears. She looks around, waiting for the noise to subside as her music is cut off and she places the microphone to her mouth. Bruce is in the ring staring right at her and looks extremely upset at being interrupted as she begins to speak.

Kimberly Evans: Oh Brucie Bruce Bruce, you know how much I hate to interrupt you, but there was a deadline made last week that has expired..... right about....

She pauses and looks down at the watch on her hand, looking back up she has a cocky smile on her face.

Kimberly Evans: Now!

As the crowd erupts into cheers, Kimberly begins her walk to the ring. As Bruce now frantically gathers together the papers on the desk as Kimberly walks up the steps and enters the ring. She walks over and stands right in Bruce's face as he fumbles with the papers, dropping some of them on the canvas.

Kimberly Evans: That's right, times up Bruce. I've given you seven whole days to sign the papers, the divorce papers. Seven whole days Bruce to free me of the slavery I've been under for the past twenty plus years. Now, in front of me, in front of the world. Present your signature!

The cheers pick up as a nervous looking Bruce holds the microphone to his mouth, a look of regret crossing his face. He hands Kimberly some of the papers before he begins to speak.

Bruce Evans: There, I hope you're happy and I hope you've gotten all that you want. You..... you..... you evil manipulative Bitch!

Bruce drops his microphone to the canvas and reaches his right hand back in an attempt to slap Kimberly but she grabs his hand, stopping him. Security quickly rush the ring and step in between the two. Kimberly begins shouting and pointing her finger at Bruce as the security team escort Bruce out of the ring. As they walk him towards the back, he's extremely irate as he yells and attempts to break free of their grip. Kimberly is in the ring laughing and shaking her head as Bruce and the security disappear off camera and backstage. The fans are cheering for Kimberly who looks a bit shaken in the ring.

Kimberly Evans: Okay, okay, okay! Bruce, that's how you want to play? Fine!

She looks at the papers Bruce had given her and just smiles before ripping them up.

Kimberly Evans: You and your games will get you in trouble in the end. You still didn't sign the papers huh? Fine. You've left me no choice! Next week, I expose and reveal your deep dark secret... TO THE WORLD!!!

Kimberly drops the microphone as "Do It Like A Dude" begins to play over the speakers. With a cocky grin on her face she exits the ring and begins walking towards the back. On the way she slaps hands with some of the fans. As she reaches the top of the stage, she raises her arms to an eruption of cheers from the fans before going through the curtains.

---

We're backstage we see Master Lilly on her phone as Jon Dough is making his way towards her. She hangs up the phone to talk to Jon.

Master Lilly: Hey Jon I have your bags in the car already. The driver is waiting for us we must get going ASAP.

Jon Dough: I need a few minutes to shower please.

Master Lilly: There is no time Jon, we can't take any chances.

Jon Dough: Yes you're right. OK if you got everything then let's go before it's to late.

The two are making there way towards an exit door, however Master Lilly sees SCW security team talking to four men all dressed in black. The men spot Master Lilly and Jon Dough.

Master Lilly: Jon we need to leave and we need to go now hurry.

The Men: Hey you two, freeze.

Master Lilly opens the exit door as Jon makes his way out he is stop by two other men dressed in all black both holding assault rifles pointed at Jon Dough. Jon freezes and tries to talk to the men.

Jon Dough: Sorry, I don't have any money on me so robbing me will get you nowhere.

Master Lilly makes her way out a and sees what's going on.

Master Lilly: Can I help you gentlemen?

Masked Man: We have orders to take Jon Dough with us. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.

As the man turn on there red laser aim lights from their assault rifles the door behind Master Lilly slowly opens up and 4 more men come out the door. Two of the four men grab Jon Dough and the other two grad Master Lilly.

Masked Man: Let Lin Ting Lu go, the boss just wants Jon Dough.

Master Lilly: What boss, what is going on. I'm guessing you are not part of the Navel Police?

Masked Man: Take Jon to the car men.

The rest of the men leave with Jon Dough in their custody.

Master Lilly: Look I get it your dressed in all black you have a gun pointing at me but let's face it that does not intimidate me, I will give you the respect you but I would like the same, so all I ask is where is Jon going?

The masked man does not answer her but instead shows her a wallet and opens it up she gives him a look of shock and just a little fear and just nods her head. The masked man leaves Master Lilly and heads back to the rest of the men. Master Lilly gets back on her phone.

Master Lilly: Sorry but we have a problem. They took Jon Dough, and it was not the Norwegian naval police instead the men who took Jon Dough showed me paperwork there with the NATO military police.

Person on the other line: ............

Master Lilly: I'll see what I can do but I'm going to need to get back to China first.

---

Justin: The following Bombshell match is scheduled for one fall...

"Help is on the Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena.

Justin: Making her way to the ring from Tampa, Florida... Roxi Johnson!

After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience.

Simone: Roxi is set to face one of the newer Bombshells here in SCW... I am sure she will use her experience here in the SCW to her advantage.

Justin: And her opponent...

Cherry Pie by Warrant starts up and out steps Krissy Filapovich the newest wrestler to grace the SCW with her humble presence. Krissy begins her way down the ramp. Once she reaches the ring she stops, smiling wide.

Justin: From Fort Worth, Texas... Krissy Filapovich!

She enters the ring by sliding under the bottom rope. She gets to her feet, looking around at those who cheer for her. Enjoying the sound of her name as they call it out from their lips.

Simone: Krissy was successful in her debut match here in SCW, but she has a much... much tougher task here tonight as she faces one of the most successful Bombshells in SCW history, Roxi Johnson.

Adams: It's going to be tough for sure, probably too tough.

Both Bombshells stand opposite each other in the ring. Referee Jacob Summers walks towards Krissy as he has a few words with her, and then checks her boots and all of her pads. Summers nods at Krissy, walking back over to Roxi as he has a few words with her and follows up with the same routine as he did with Krissy. Summers nods his head as he takes a few steps away from the Bombshells and signals for the match to start.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Just as referee Jacob Summers signals for the bell these two circle the ring for a few seconds, staring each other down from across the ring. The fans seem to be behind both of these two Bombshells as they are both fan favorites, gotta love a good old fashion face v. face match! Krissy moves in towards the more SCW experienced Roxi as they lock hands. They both struggle for a few seconds, before Krissy pulls Roxi into a headlock, gaining the upper hand as she squeezes the head of Roxi for a few seconds. Roxi begins to fight back, hammering away with hammer fists to the kidney's of Krissy who breaks the hold from the side pain and Roxi pushes her towards the ropes. Krissy bounces off of the ropes, coming back and hitting Roxi with a huge clothesline that sends Roxi straight to the canvas. Krissy looks down at Roxi, shooting a confident smile at her.

Adams: The newcomer Krissy looking pretty confident here against the much more experienced Roxi.

Simone: Krissy is experienced as well Adams, Roxi is just more SCW experienced... which at times has proved to be the more important type of experience.

Krissy allows Roxi to get up on her own, standing to her feet as Roxi smirks, nodding her head as she circles Krissy who follows her, turning her head along with her body slowly, as she watches Roxi's every move. Roxi nods her head, noticing that Krissy is pretty aware in the ring, and not easily caught off guard. Roxi runs at Krissy, looking for an elbow smash but Krissy quickly grabs her arm, catching her and putting her into a quick standing elbow lock! Roxi holds her arm in pain as she does a front roll, followed by a sweep to the back of Krissy's leg that forces Krissy to let go of Roxi's arm and sends Krissy straight into the canvas, back first. Roxi stands up, a confident smile on her face this time as she stares down at her opponent, Krissy.

Simone: And there is that SCW experience, knowing the ring, adjusting to the fans, all of that.

Adams: But Krissy doesn't look like she is even close to backing down.

Krissy is quick to her feet as she smirks at Roxi who nods her head in response. Krissy and Roxi move in towards each other as once again they lock hands. Krissy is hit with a quick thigh to the gut from Roxi as they break their grips on each other. Krissy holds her gut in pain as Roxi runs towards the ropes, hopping to the middle rope, and jumping off of it, twisting in mid air as she wraps an arm around Krissy's head and hits a gorgeous springboard tornado DDT! Krissy's head bounces off of the canvas and Roxi is quick to pounce for the cover. Summers drops for the count...

...1

...2

...Kickout! Krissy throws her right shoulder up halfway through the 2 count!

Simone: Wow what a move there by Roxi, really showing off her athleticism and high flying ability!

Adams: And that is why she is one of the best to ever step foot in an SCW ring.

Roxi grabs Krissy by the hair, lifting her to her feet as she stands her up. Roxi runs towards the ropes and comes back, looking for a huge clothesline but Krissy ducks under it! Roxi spins around and spins right into a kick to the gut from Krissy. Krissy runs towards the ropes, bouncing off and coming back as she looks for a clothesline of her own but Roxi ducks as well! Both come face to face as Krissy hits another kick to the gut, followed by a swinging neckbreaker on Roxi! Krissy hops to her feet as Roxi lays on her back and Krissy runs towards the ropes, hopping for the middle turnbuckle and... springboard moonsault! Krissy stays on top for the cover, Summers drops to count...

...1

...2

...Kickout! Roxi still has some fight left in her!

Simone: Wow, I guess Roxi isn't the only high flyer that we have here in this match. Krissy just looked impressive with that lionsault!

Adams: She really did... we may have another new high flyer on the Bombshell roster, oh boy!

Krissy thought she for sure had that one as she stands up, shaking her head in a bit of frustration Krissy walks towards one of the six turnbuckles as she exits the ring onto the apron and begins to climb it. However halfway through her climb, Roxi shoots up to her feet, running at Krissy and hitting a jumping right hand straight to the head of Krissy! Krissy loses her balance as her butt hits back against the turnbuckle, her legs splitting it as she sits on the top turnbuckle. Roxi jumps again, hitting another right hand to the head of Krissy, and then once again for a third right hand, leaving Krissy a bit dazed as she sits atop the turnbuckle. Roxi signals for something and then following her sign, she begins to climb the turnbuckle... Roxi climbs all the way to the top rope and then...

...

Roxi jumps! She wraps her legs around the head of Krissy as she pulls backwards, and hits a perfect Hurricanrana on Krissy! Krissy goes flying to the center of the ring as Roxi lands pretty rough on her back as well! Both Bombshells are currently down as referee Jacob Summers checks on them both.

Adams: Wow! Talk about a match full of high flying action, this should be our Main Event!

Simone: Roxi and Krissy really are putting on quite the show for us here in this one... Roxi always does, and Krissy... she has my attention.

Roxi gets on her elbows and knees as she crawls over to Krissy, Roxi throws her arm over Krissy for the cover after a few seconds of being on the ground. Summers is quick to start the count for this one...

...1

...2

...

...Kickout! Krissy at literally the last possible moment is able to get her shoulder up!

Simone: Wow I thought that was a 3 count...

Roxi rolls over onto her back, running her hands across her face and then back through her hair as she sits up, rolling over onto a knee and throwing her arms on the head of Krissy as she begins to stand to her feet, bringing Krissy with her. Roxi hits Krissy with a huge knee to the gut and then Roxi looks to put an end to things... Roxi sets up behind Krissy, pulling Krissy's head back and under her arm as she has her in a reverse DDT like position...

...

Simone: Here it comes!

Adams: The Ray of Hope!

...

Roxi spins as she twists the neck of Krissy, but Krissy throws Roxi straight to the ground as she slides out of Roxi's grip at the last second. Krissy grabs Roxi by the hair, yanking her to her feet and tossing her into the ropes. Roxi bounces off of the ropes as she comes back at Krissy and looks for a clothesline but Krissy ducks it. Roxi turns around and is met by a stunning right hand.. followed by, Krissy going into a handstand position...

...

Simone: What is this?

Krissy wraps her legs around the head of Roxi, gripping right...

...

Adams: I have never seen something like this before...

...

Over Your Head! Krissy connects with the Over Your Head as she quickly crawls onto Roxi for the cover, hooking the leg as referee Jacob Summers slides to the ground, and begins the count...

...1

...2

...

...Kickout! Roxi somehow manages to kickout of Krissy's signature move!

Adams: Wow I can't believe that, I thought for sure that was it!

Simone: Talk about a match... this one can really go either way, it's amazing.

Adams: I agree with you on that.

Krissy makes her way to her feet, staggering back a bit as she hits her back against the turnbuckle, feeling some of the effects of this match. Krissy takes a breather as Roxi rolls over onto her stomach and Krissy stalks her for a few seconds. Roxi uses the ropes and begins to try and help herself stand. Roxi finally stands to her feet, hunched over the ropes as she takes a few more breaths. Roxi pushes back off of the ropes, staggering back and as she does this... Krissy runs at the turnbuckle, literally running up the turnbuckle as she goes flying backwards...

...

Adams: Here it comes!

...

Texas Twister!

...

Krissy looks for her finishing move but Roxi moves out of the way! Somehow Krissy lands straight on her feet. However Roxi is standing behind her as Krissy landed short, and has her back to Roxi who hits her with a devastating knee to her lower back as Krissy shouts out in pain. Roxi looks to counter on Krissy, but Krissy irish whips Roxi to the turnbuckle as she runs towards her...

...

Blonde Smash!

...

Krissy hits the blonde smash and Roxi staggers forward, not really know where she is, but somehow hits Krissy with a kick to the gut and follows it up by wrapping her arm around the head of Krissy... Roxi looks completely dazed, like she has no idea where she is but...

...

Ray of Hope!

...

Roxi lands awkwardly on her head as she hits the Ray of Hope on Krissy, but Summers drops and begins to count... as, well... the cover is made, kind of.

...1

...2

...3!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

The bell sounds as Summers sits up to a knee, the fans seem a bit confused as Summers stares at the two Bombshells.

Adams: Wow, what a match... Roxi with a big win here in a hard fought batte.

Simone: Huh? Roxi? I thought I saw Krissy pin Roxi...

Adams: What? Are you on crack?

Summers is seen speaking to Justin Decent who nods his head before walking back towards his area where he makes an announcement.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Jacob Summers has just informed me that both Bombshell's shoulders were down, while each Bombshell had an arm over the other one. Therefore this match is declared a draw!

Adams: A draw? Roxi clearly won, she hit the Ray of Hope, she clearly had the pin....

Simone: Roxi didn't know where she was after that Blonde Splash, and then she hit her head on the way down, Krissy clearly picked up this one.

Adams: Well apparently neither Bombshell picked up this one...

Simone: Yeah... yeah, I guess so.

---

There's six police officers in the arena, looking for Lord Raab after the attacks he done in a Supermarket last week. Although it happened in America, it's been notified around the world to look for him. Norwegian police were informed of this by Las Vegas police control. Suddenly, they see Lord Raab and without a second to lose, all six of the police officers put Lord Raab to the ground as one of the police officers begins to speak.

Police Officer 1: "Mr Raab, you're under arrest for an assault in a Supermarket in America last week."

Henry Losak: "What the hell? Who called the police?"

Police Officer 2: "Nearly everyone in the Supermarket in Las Vegas has called about this man for assaulting people in America and they told us to get hold of him We'll take him away."

Lord Raab kicks and screams at the police officers, almost went to headbutt one as they quickly put the man in handcuffs and legcuffs as well because the police know Raab's violence is in him as they drag him by his knees, forcing Raab to speak.

Lord Raab: "Fucking wankers, I'm gonna kill all of these supermarket people, I've should've burnt them like I can easily burn all of you sons of bitches to pieces."

They put Raab in the police van and lock him up as they get into the truck and leave the arena with Henry and Samuel walking inside of the arena, wondering what to do about the situation as the cameras go elsewhere inside of the arena.

---

SCW BOMBSHELL INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP
JOANNE "THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA" CANELLI vs. ROXI JOHNSON vs. KRISSY FILAPOVICH

---

The scene opens backstage, where we see Amy Marshall heading down the corridor towards the male changing room, as she prepared to meet up with Joshua Acquin, before his SCW Roulette championship title match against Alex Kaelin and Sephiroth Du Lac.

Not having a match herself, Amy was dressed in her normal street clothing of jeans, a SCW Wrestling tee and patterned converse boots, so naturally she felt a little over dressed backstage, but she didn't care and just carried on normal.

Arriving at Joshua's door, she gave it a light knock and waited for an answer.

Meanwhile inside the room, Joshua was stretching and getting ready for his match, in which he has sweats on over his gear, as it is a little cool in the backstage area. Joshua hears the little knock and his to the door to see who is it.

Joshua: "Hey Amy how's it going? I thought you would be at the hotel with as cold as it is outside. Come on in."

Amy smiles at Joshua, as she steps into the changing room, where she takes a seat on the edge of the sofa.

Amy: "I'm good, and it isn't that cold. I'm from Alaska remember."

Amy shrugs before continuing on.

Amy: "Are you ready for tonight?"

Joshua: "I am more than ready for tonight. Third time is the charm. I am sorry for what happened in Belfast, completely my fault. So you ready to see gold around this waist again?"

Amy: "Its ok... it was both of us. And you deserve some gold around your waist. It's been far too long."

Amy said with a serious expression, as she truly believed that it is Joshua's time to win some more gold in SCW.

Joshua: "When are you going to win some more gold? You look better with gold than I do."

Joshua continues to stretch out.

Joshua: "Funny thing a year ago I took you to Japan and here we are in Oslo. Who would have thought that?"

Amy lets a small chuckle.

Amy: "I don't know when... but Jessie and I are owed a rematch for the tag team titles, so it's a matter of time. And yeah... never expected a world tour... I can't wait to wrestle in Japan. That would be my ultimate dream."

Amy said staring dreamily at the floor.

Joshua: "You can stare at the floor all day it will not make time go by any faster"

Joshua stands up and reties his boots.

Joshua: "So what did you do on the day you call singles awareness day?"

Amy: "Uh sorry.."

Amy snaps out of her daydream.

Amy: "Not much... shopping, taking in the sights of Oslo. How about you?"

Amy asks.

Joshua: "Went out with my wife and son to dinner and ate something I don't know what it was. Then looked around Oslo. I am amazed we didn't bump into each other."

Joshua looks at Amy.

Joshua: "I am amazed also you are still single, quit being so damn picky."

Joshua lets out a chuckle.

Amy: "Yeah... though Oslo is pretty big. I thought i did see you, but I didn't want to interrupt."

Amy said with a shrug.

Amy: "I'm not being picky... I'm having more fun single."

Amy says as she looks at her watch, wondering what match Climax Control is at.

There is a knock at the door

Stage hand: "Five minutes Joshua."

Joshua starts to take his sweats off.

Joshua: "I understand you are enjoying the single life but if you want a relationship I know Austin is looking and he is retired from the ring so just let me know."

Amy: "I know you mean well Joshua... but i am fine. Now stop thinking about me and think about yourself. Go kick some ass."

Amy says with a warming smile.

Joshua: "It's in my nature, but if you want him out here I will fly him here."

Joshua gives Amy a hug and hands her a piece of paper with Austin's phone number on it.

Joshua: "Think about it."

With that Joshua heads out of the room leaving Amy there to think about it.

Amy: "Good luck"

Amy shouted down the hallway, as she shakes her head and shoves the bit of paper into her pocket and leave the locker room to find a television to watch Joshua's match.

---

The scene opens up backstage where we see Joshua Acquin, Sephiroth Du Lac and the reigning SCW Roulette Champion Alex Kaelin standing beside the Roulette Wheel with Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Simone: It's almost time for our Main Event for the SCW Roulette Championship!

Adams: I can't wait!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Are you ready gentlemen?

The three men nod and Rocky spins the wheel, the three men watch the wheel spin around intently, Alex more so than the others, but they grin when they see what match the wheel has stopped on.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Tonight's Main Event will be a TLC match! Good luck gentlemen.

The three men nod before they walk off.

---

Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and it is time for the Main Event! Last week we saw the Bombshell Tag Team Titles change hands under dubious circumstances but in this match there's no chance of that happening!

Adams: That's right Belinda, in just a few moments Alex Kaelin will defend the Roulette Championship against the man he defeated to earn the title Sephiroth Du Lac and Joshua Acquin in a Triple Threat Tables, Ladders and Chairs match! Only the three titular weapons are allowed to be used and the only way to win is to climb the ladder and take the title!

Simone: Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Roulette Championship! Via a spin of the wheel the match was determined to be a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match!

The camera then proceeds to pan around ringside where we see several tables and ladders set up whilst various steel chairs are scattered around.

Justin: The only way to win is to climb the ladder and claim the title that hangs above the ring! Introducing the champion!

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 its 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 chiselled body. Either way he seems very unfazed and focused on the task at hand, which is retaining the title.

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada weighing in at 240lbs he is the reigning and defending 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.

Simone: Alex had barely been in SCW for a month when he won the Roulette Title Tournament and the title but tonight he faces his first defence.

Adams: Not to mention the fact that the guy he defeated to earn the title is one of the challengers, this is Sephiroth's chance to set right what went wrong for him!

Justin: And introducing the challengers!

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

Justin: First, from Parts Unknown weighing in at 246lbs Sephiroth Du Lac!

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

Simone: Sephiroth is keeping a close eye on Alex as they wait for Joshua.

Adams: Considering that Alex jumped Sephiroth as he was making his entrance for their title match the last time they faced off I can't really blame him.

Justin: Introducing challenger number two!

"Nightmare" hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd. As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans.

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 227lbs, Joshua Acquin!

Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up his arms.

Simone: Normally I'd say that the champion doesn't need to pinned to lose the title but that won't be a problem here.

Adams: It will be if either Sephiroth or Josh beat him to the top of the ladder.

Jasmine calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Alex leaves the ring whilst Joshua and Sephiroth go at it in the centre of the ring, the two challengers exchange some heavy blows between each other and the crowd is cheering for both of them whilst Alex tosses chairs into the ring, sets up a table and a ladder atop each other and tosses another ladder into the ring.

Simone: Whatever Alex has in mind can't be good!

Adams: For Josh and Sephiroth that is!

Alex follows the ladder in and picks it up before setting it up under the title belt, however whatever he was planning after that goes out the window pretty quickly as Sephiroth and Joshua stop brawling and start double teaming Alex, after a couple of minutes of punching the hell out of Alex Sephiroth whips him into the far corner with Joshua following him close behind, however Alex runs up the turnbuckle, backflips over Joshua and picks up a chair which Joshua gets hit with.

Simone: Didn't take Alex long to start using the weapons.

Adams: And now Sephiroth has taken a shot as well, this may well be Alex's chance to end this match early!

Seeing this Alex grins before dropping the chair and climbing up the ladder at a leisurely pace clearly thinking that he has this in the bag, this comes back to bite him however because as soon as Alex is on top of the ladder Sephiroth is back on his feet.

Simone: What will Alex do now......OH MY GOD!

Adams: Does that answer your question?

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Rather than give Sephiroth a chance to follow him up Alex leaps off the ladder and hits Sephiroth with a beautiful hurricanrana that brings the crowd to their feet, however this has the unintended side effect of taking out Alex as well giving Joshua a chance to recover whilst Alex rolls out of the ring.

Simone: That desperation move may have just given Joshua the chance he needs to win the Roulette Championship.

Adams: Especially since Alex rolled out of the ring to recover from his own move.

Josh gets back to his feet and seeing the situation for himself he starts climbing up the ladder himself, by the time he reaches the top of the ladder Alex is on the apron and he springboards into the ring before dropkicking the ladder causing it to tip over before Joshua can grab the title sending Joshua to the outside.

Simone: Alex is pulling out all the stops to make sure that he doesn't lose his title like the Fallen did last week.

Adams: I don't think he's done with Joshua however.

Seeing that Joshua landed with the side of his body facing the ring Alex gets an idea and runs to the opposite ropes, bounces off them and on the rebound leaps over the ropes turning a suicide dive into a springboard senton to the outside.

Simone: If Norway fans aren't demanding more SCW shows by the end of the day I'll be surprised.

Adams: No kidding!

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

Whilst Josh and Alex recover one the outside of the ring Sephiroth gets back to his feet and, realizing that he's alone in the ring and that the other two wrestlers are in no condition to stop him at the moment, rights the ladder and starts to climb it himself, he gets about halfway up the ladder before Joshua slides into the ring and starts following Sephiroth up the ladder as fast as he can.

Simone: Surprised that Josh managed to get into the ring before Alex.

Adams: Well Josh has had longer to recover.

Sephiroth is the first to get to the top of the ladder and makes a grab for the title thinking that Joshua won't be able to get to the top of the ladder in time, however by the time he gets a firm hold onto the championship belt Josh has joined him on top of the ladder and starts firing shots at Sephiroth's unprotected midsection.

Simone: Josh had better hit him harder if he wants that belt.

Adams: So many matches in wrestling history could be traced back to that strategy.

Sephiroth decides to change tactics by leaping off the ladder with his hands still on the belt kicking away the ladder in the process sending the ladder tilting towards the ropes to the rear of the ladder, however Josh uses some quick thinking and climbs down the ladder before he kicks away at the ropes sending it back up, Josh quickly scales the ladder again and leaps spearing Sephiroth in mid-air.

Simone: OH MY GOD!

Adams: THIS COULD BE ALEX'S CHANCE!

Simone: If you are a Norwegian who's watching SCW for the first time, welcome to the fandom!

The crowd goes nuts for the spot and for a few moments it looks like neither Alex, Josh nor Sephiroth are getting back to their feet any time soon, after ten seconds however someone starts to stir and it's Joshua Acquin!

Simone: This could be Josh's chance.

Adams: I don't know, Alex is starting to stir on the outside.

Josh starts to climb the ladder again but the damage he took from his own spear causes him to climb the ladder slower than before giving Sephiroth enough time to get up and follow him up, however once before men are atop the ladder Alex springs to life and slides into the ring before grabbing onto the ladder.

Simone: Has Alex been playing possum this whole time?

Adams: If he has then he's the smartest man in SCW.

Josh and Sephiroth are too busy brawling to realize that Alex is back in the match and by the time they realize that he's back on his feet it's too late for them to do anything about it as Alex tips the ladder over the ropes sending them through the table/ladder that he had stacked up at the beginning of the match.

Simone: OH MY GOD!

Adams: Alex has this match won! There's no way they are going to get back up from this!

Alex rights the ladder and starts climbing up it, he reaches the top of the ladder and grabs the title winning the match.

Justin: Here's your winner and STILL SCW ROULETTE CHAMPION ALEX KAELIN!

Simone: What a match! If there was any doubt about Alex as champ before it's gone now.

Adams: You have to wonder who will be the next challenger!

Alex celebrates with his title atop the ladder whilst EMTs check on Sephiroth and Josh.

Simone: We have brooken bodies here, but that's all we've got time for. We'll see you next week on our last show before Blaze of Glory IV!

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THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, The Lord MK, Frost, Vixen, Andy, Fizz, Dustin, Jenny, Maggie, Simon Jones, Necra, Blaque Hart, Wong. Also again to Vixen for the great match banner and to everyone who is a part of SCW!