Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Hovet in Stockholm, Sweden. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.

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

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

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

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Hovet in Stockholm, Sweden, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!

The crowd cheers!

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

The fans cheer as Amanda bounces out, a dance to her step, and wearing the traditional outfit of a Swedish 'milkmaid'. The music starts playing and the performance begins.

Amanda: I would like to live in Sweden
When my work is done
Where the snow lies crisp and even
'Neath the midnight sun

Safe and clean and green and modern
Bright and breezy, free and easy
Sweden, Sweden, Sweden, in Sweden

I am gonna live in Sweden
Please don't ask me why
For if I were to give a reason
It would be a lie

Tall and strong and blonde and blue eyed
Pure and healthy, very wealthy
Sweden, Sweden, Sweden, in Sweden

I'll grow wings and fly to Sweden
When my time is come
Then at last my eyes shall see them
Heroes everyone

Ingmar Bergman
Henrik Ibsen
Karin Larsson
Nina Persson
Sweden, Sweden,Sweden
In Sweden

The crowd applauds as Amanda blows them kisses before turning around and disappearing back behind the stage curtains.

Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I slept for like 20 hours yesterday but you can call me Jason Adams.

Simone: We're here in Sweden this week in our last show before Blaze of Glory IV, and we have seven great matches lined up for you.

Adams: Seven is a lucky number.

Simone: It is Jason but I don't know how lucky Mr TNA, Travis Nathaniel Andrews is gonna be against the new styles of Steve Ramone.

Adams: Ramone has been much changed lately for no apparent reason. A win against Mr TNA could help keep that momentum going.

Simone: Bombshell tag team champion Veronica Taylor is in one on one action this week, but her opponent is a member of the most decorated bombshell tag team in history, Raynin!

Adams: The Fallen wasn't happy about losing their titles to The Mean Girls, and I think tonight, Raynin has every intention of taking things out on Veronica.

Simone: Blast From The Past III continues here tonight as four teams battle it out to make the finals at Blaze of Glory IV, and first up we have Erik Staggs and Necra Octavian Kane, taking on Misty and Andrew Watts.

Adams: Watts and Misty have looked very sharp so far in this competition but Erik Staggs and Necra have proved to be a worthy challenge to everyone. This match is gonna get good real fast.

Simone: And in the second match, the unlikely team of Despayre and Amanda Cortez will be taking on Alex Kaelin and Jade Manendez-Arcador.

Adams: Alex and Jade have surprised everyone by getting this far and there's no reason why they can't push on and get to the finals.

Simone: Kain returned with his sights set on the Internet championship, and tonight he has a chance to earn that shot against one half of the SCW Tag Team champions, JT Midas.

Adams: We've also been told that the whole championship situation will be decided tonight, but JT has the chance to add singles gold to his growing resume.

Simone: Natalie McKinley is another woman who is determined to hold gold in SCW and her eyes are firmly on Mercedes Vargas' Roulette championship. Tonight, we're bringing that match to you without the title on the line.

Adams: But you know how SCW works by now. Should Natalie do something rare and defeat Mercedes Vargas, she will be put in line for a shot at the gold.

Simone: Main events don't come bigger than this. Sean Jackson has been avoiding answering Gabriel's challenge for months, and now the two men will be in at the same time, as Gabriel will be guest referee in Sean's match against a man that defeated Gabriel not too long ago, Drexel Matheson.

Adams: Matheson has been on a roll since he debuted in SCW and thrust himself in to the spotlight. Sean Jackson has one hell of a record, throw Gabriel in to the mix and we could be looking at one hell of a match.

Simone: Plus lots more coming at ya tonight.

Adams: So let's get this show on the road!




Justin: Ladies and gentleman this opening match is scheduled for one fall.

"Metal Health (Bang Your Head)" by Quiet Riot hits the speakers and the crowd boos as "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone makes his way down to the ring.

Justin: First coming down the aisle he stands at 6 feet and weights in at 200lbs, from Queens, New York. He is the Fearless One Steve Ramone!!!!!

Steve Ramone ignores the fans at ringside before entering the ring and waiting for his opponent.

Justin: And his opponent!

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

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

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

Justin exits the ring. Referee Jacob Summers looks at both men and ask them both if there ready. Both men nod and Jacob calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Both men circle each other around the ring. Steve Ramone is seen getting impatient and extends hus left arm up in the air. Travis looks and has a half of smirk. Travis lefts his left hand up and the two lock up testing each others strength. Travis quickly pokes Steve in his eyes breaking up there lock up.

Simone: That was a cheap shot Travis just did.

Adams: Is it cheap if it works or if it happens to Steve?

Simone: I may not argee with Steves tatics as of late but I still want to see a clean fight.

Steve rubbing his eyes and a look of anger is seen on him. Travis goes to grab Steves arm but as Travis gets closer steve slaps Travis in the face then takes a step forward towards Travis and nails a clothesline. Travis hits the ground and is grabbing the back of his head.

Crowd: Boo!

Steve hears the crowd but ignores them. Steve goes to pick up Travis and sends him to the turnbuckle. Travis looks hurt, Steve runs at him for another clothesline. Travis who was playing possum gets his right foot up hitting Steve in the face. Travis then locks up with Steve hitting the Designer's Choice(Double wrist lock belly to belly suplex)

Crowd Boos with a slight cheer.

Travis goes for the cover

Referee Jacob goes down for the count.

1...
....2

Steve manages to escape at two.

Simone: Travis should have hooked his legs for the three.

Adams: Could've should've would've

Travis gets up and lefts up Steve by his hair.

Referee Jacob gets between them and yells at Travis about the hair grabbing. Travis pulls the ref to the side and gets a dropkick from Steve in the process. Travis does not fall but bounces off the ropes and runs towards Steve but Steve hits him with another dropkick. Travis goes down and stays down.

Crowd is heard booing Steve Ramone as he goes to the top turnbuckle.

Steve jumps off the top rope going for a 450 splash. Travis rolls out if the way at the lsst second. Steve hits the mat hard. Steve is down holding his belly and chest, Travis crawls on Steve for the cover.

1......
2......

Steve kicks out just before Jocab gets his hand down for the three count and Travis is livid. Travis gets up and is arguing with Jacob letting him know that was a slow count.

Simone: Travis clearly thinks that was a three count.

Adams: Looked like a three to me.

Simone: you're blind then.

Steve gets up watching Travis agrue with the referee.

Adams: I'm blind but your the one who can't see...

Simone: Trademark don't say it.

Travis still upset and clappihg his hands counting one, two, three to the referee. Steve grabs him from behind and hits a German Suplex. Travis hits his head hard on the mat. Steve goes for the cover.

1...

Travis kicks out at one. Steve gets up as does Travis. Steve from nowhere hits Travis with the fearless Shot (super kick). Travis is down and looks as if he is knocked out, Steve goes on the top turnbuckle and goes for his What Fear (Corkscrew 630 Splash). He nails it and goes for the cover.

1.....
2......

Travis kicks out but is still down on the mat. Steve goes back up the top turnbuckle, and hits the What Fear again. Steve gets on Travis and goes for the cover.

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

Referee Jacob calls for the bell. Steve gets up and referee Jacob goes to rise the hand of Steve Ramone but Steve pulls away from the ref.

Justin: Your winner of the match The Fearless One Steve Ramone!!!

Steve lefts his own hands up as the crowd boos.

Steve leaves the ring as we see Travis sitting up in agner and frustration.




The scene opens up backstage moments after the match between Steve Ramone and Travis Nathaniel Andrews ended and we see Steve emerging from the curtain to the ringside area, he grabs a nearby towel and uses it to wipe his face.

Simone: I still can't believe the things Steve said last week, not to mention his actions.

Adams: Tell me about it, I thought Charlotte was going to divorce him during his promo this week!

Steve puts the towel back after he's done with it and turns around, he smirks when he sees a familiar face in front of him and the crowd pops when the camera pans over and shows one of SCW's co-owners Christian Underwood approaching Steve with a frown on his face.

Steve: What's up boss man? Here to congratulate me on a good job? Like I said last week, leaving NXT was the smartest decision I made since I joined SCW!

Christian looks at Steve as if he were nuts and shakes his head in mock disbelief.

Christian: That is debatable at best. You had something good going with NXT, and to just up and quit like you did? Well, even though I'm your boss, I can't tell you who you have to hang out with or if you have to be in this stable or that. But that's not why I thought I'd come to meet you. Guys?

Christian holds up a hand and three very large security officials join him at Steve's side. Steve looks at each one and then frowns at Christian.

Steve: What is this?

Christian: It's as I said, talking about the smartest thing you ever did isn't why I'm here. I'm here to talk to you about the stupidest thing you did. And that is the moment you laid out Jessie Salco's fiance, Shane. It was uncalled for, an act of cowardice, and altogether stupid!

Steve: I'm...

Christian: I'm not finished! The only reason I don't fire you for attacking someone that is not employed by SCW is the simple fact those two men were willingly inside of an SCW ring. But, I can do worse, and that is by hitting you where it hurts most: the wallet.

Steve: That's it? A fine?

Christian: Nah. Too easy. But I will cost you the biggest payday after your so-called smartest move and that's by keeping you from competing at Blaze of Glory IV. As of this moment, and until further notice, consider yourself suspended!

The crowd watching on the SCW-Tron cheers at this announcement.

Christian: Gentlemen, kindly escort Steve here to the dressing room to retrieve his belongings and then make sure he leaves the building.

Christian looks closely at Steve as the security surrounds him.

Christian: Do it the easy way or the hard way Steve, but the harder you fight this, the longer your suspension will be.

Steve glares at Christian before holding up his hands.

Steve: Fine, I'll go with the rent-a-cops! But you haven't seen the last of me!

Steve warns him before he is escorted away by the security guards.




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: "Last week, I came out here and questioned how the mean girls got a title shot before Metal and Punk Connection got our rematch, and depending on the results tonight in the Blast From The Past tournament, its becoming less and less likely that we will be getting a rematch.

And The Fallen appears to be in the same predicament.

Now I would like to remind management once again, that we want our rematch, regardless of who are the champions and who is in the tournament. Failing that,,, we will just have to take out the champions to get out point across.

This is your final 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.




The arena goes pitch black and the crowd begins to buzz when the opening chords of Renegade - Head Pe blast over the sound system and the crowd instantly jumps to it's feet. When the music kicks into gear the lights come back on as The Notorious Alex Kaelin and Mr. Highlight Andrew Watts walk out onto the entrance stage. The crowd is mixed between women screaming for them and the men heckling them. Watts and Kaelin look at each other, nodding their heads as they begin to walk down the entrance ramp. Fans along the aisle reach out, some trying to get a high five, others throw out fingers and other gestures towards the Renegades. Watts and Kaelin basically ignore everyone.

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the co-founders of the REJECTS... Andrew Watts, Alex Kaelin... The Renegades!

Watts and Kaelin smirk as they are announced, as both of them hop up onto the apron at the same time, Kaelin enters the ring through the middle rope as Watts shows off his athleticism and hops over the top rope. The two meet in the center of the ring, where they share a high five with each other and then walk to opposite turnbuckles, both climbing the turnbuckle and throwing an arm up into the air. They stay like this for a few seconds, before hopping back down to the apron and meeting in the center of the ring. Both men ask for microphones as their music fades and they are handed microphones. Watts smirks at Kaelin who smirks back at Watts. Watts lifts the microphone and begins to... apparently try rapping into it...

Andrew Watts: RE-JECT City bitch, RE, RE-JECT City bitch...sev sev sev seven and oh bitch! Kaelin deep in your girl, bitch! SCW you don't know who you fucking wi...

Kaelin quickly grabs Watts microphone and pulls it down from his lips, looking at him with the most questioned look we have ever seen Alex Kaelin have in SCW. Watts shakes his head as if to ask Kaelin what's wrong, Kaelin looks at him with a "what the fuck are you doing" look, and then says it as well...

Alex Kaelin: Wha... what the fuck are you doing? What is this, MTV?

Watts pulls his microphone away from Kaelin, shaking his head as he responds.

Andrew Watts: Um, I was rapping, thank you very much. Never heard the song Rack City?

Kaelin rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

Alex Kaelin: I have, and you've officially ruined it for me, forever. Thank you for that. We didn't come out here to rap, or make asses out of ourselves, we came out here for something important... remember?

Watts shrugs his shoulders, he sort of has a disappointed look on his face, obviously wanting to finish the lyrics he had written out for this special version of the song he was singing, or rapping, or whatever the hell he was doing.

Andrew Watts: Yeah, we came out here... because tonight the SCW universe will see not one... but TWO of the newest members to the REJECTS...

Kaelin arches an eyebrow at Watts as he looks at him with a look of confusion.

Alex Kaelin: Uhh.. two? You mean, one? Did you forget to count or something?

Watts shrugs his shoulders, smirking at Kaelin.

Andrew Watts: Well, you know I was a bit... iffy about the first guy we decided on, so I kind of went ahead... and found a second new member for the REJECTS...

Kaelin shakes his head, obviously disappointed and not too happy as he responds.

Alex Kaelin: What the fuck, without asking me? Without talking about it? Who the hell did you....

Watts puts his hand up, cutting off Kaelin, smirking as he replies.

Andrew Watts: Don't worry, it's going to be good, and you'll see, later tonight... I wanted to surprise everyone, you included.

Kaelin sort of rolls his eyes as he shakes his head, clearly not too happy at the moment.

Alex Kaelin: Oh god, I don't know what to even think about this one... can we at least just, get this first one out of the way... and then get backstage and fucking talk...?

Watts smiles, nodding his head as he pats Kaelin on the shoulder, turning and facing the entrance stage.

Andrew Watts: So now... ladies and gentlemen. Alex Kaelin and Andrew Watts introduce to you, the newest member of the REJECTS...

With that said, Kaelin and Watts both point their index fingers towards the arena stage as Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and Henry gets the microphone as Lord Raab looks at Andrew and Alex. Henry gets into the ring with the microphone in hand, putting it to his lips to speak.

Henry Losak: I told you that I would find a way for Raab to get back to wrestling regularly again. Ever since Lord Raab joined SCW, he's been feeling like a REJECT from wrestling in SCW because of the amount of time off he's had, it's quite over the top. I know this is the best decision for my client and Andrew and Alex took a lot of faith in Raab to become a force to be reckoned with as now with this Masked German Monster, they are going to be the most dangerous team in SCW with more vicious and brutal wrestling than ever before.

Watts nods his head, looking at Henry, then looking at Raab, and then at Kaelin. Watts then shows a look of confusion, as he turns his head back to Losak and begins to speak.

Andrew Watts: Wait, hold up... did you just say we are GOING TO become the most dangerous team in SCW? Easy on the words there Henry, because... I'm not sure if you've been paying attention, or noticed. But we ARE the most dangerous team...

Watts looks at Kaelin who puts his hand up to Watts and takes a step closer towards everyone else.

Alex Kaelin: Easy, easy... I think what Watts means here is that we already are the most dominant faction in SCW... but what he forgot to say, is the reason that we have recruited this MONSTER right here, is so that we can become even more dangerous. I believe that is the way Henry meant to word things, and on behalf of Watts and myself, I couldn't be more thrilled to have someone as sick and demented as Raab in the REJECTS.

Kaelin smirks, looking over at Watts and nodding his head. Watts shrugs a shoulder and gives a half smirk as the two original REJECTS look towards Henry and Raab.

Henry Losak: We've been talking about this for the past two weeks and things are only going to get better for this team. I have great faith, we'll be working perfectly together as a part of the REJECTS.

Lord Raab: HAHAHAHA, the wrath of a monster is gonna go out there and hurt every single wrestler in SCW along with this group of men who respect me and took notice of who I am. I'm ready to fight with my violence and brutality that I bring in each one of my matches and if you're against us, things will get nasty.

Watts and Kaelin look at each other, nodding their heads as Watts highers his microphone and begins to speak into it.

Andrew Watts: Respect... that is a strong word. I don't know if I would say I absolutely respect you yet Mr. Raab, but I certainly can say that I am interested in what you do in this ring, and think it will be a great asset to what Kaelin and I have going here. Respect is something that is hard earned, especially respect from the REJECTS. Respect comes with time, and trust... if you can build trust with us, and prove over time that you deserve our respect, you may have it. But for now, you just destroy every fucking thing that gets in your way, and you are okay in my eyes.

Watts lowers his microphone, Kaelin shakes his head a bit as he highers his microphone and begins to speak.

Alex Kaelin: Raab, you were hand picked out of a number of options that we had in mind for the newest REJECT member. Basically what Watts here is saying, is don't let us down. Show us we made the right pick, and yes... destroy any cunt that gets in your way, that is rule number one as a REJECT.

Kaelin smirks, lowering his microphone as Watts nods his head, and they both turn their focus to Raab and Henry.

Lord Raab: Destroying motherfuckers is what I aim to do because that's the anger and rabid beast I let out inside of me each and every single day. No more will SCW management REJECT me from placing me in matches or to hurt and bust people open, seeing the fear they'll witness from this German Monster. Blood and violence is what I do best and we'll go out there to do it, HAHAHAHAHA.

Watts nods his head, looking over at Kaelin and then back at Raab. Watts takes off the REJECTS shirt that he is wearing, revealing his bare upper body as he tosses the shirt to Raab. Watts looks at Kaelin and then back at Raab..

Andrew Watts: Well Raab, welcome to the REJECTS... do NOT make us regret this decision... because then, you will regret MANY things...

Watts smirks as Kaelin shakes his head..

Alex Kaelin: Welcome, you are officially a REJECT... live up to the name, and there will be no issues.

With that said Raab puts his his new REJECT shirt, not exactly new as Watts was just wearing it... as he joins Kaelin and Watts in the center of the ring. Watts smacks Raab in the abdomen, not too hard as Raab doesn't even flinch as Watts walks by him. Kaelin nods his head at Raab, winking at him, as he follows Watts... leaving us to wonder who the hell Watts chose as the other new member of the REJECTS.




MATCH FOR THE VACANT BOMBSHELL INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP
Roxi Johnson vs. Krissy Filipovch




4 3 2 1
4 3 2 1
1 2 3 Whoo

1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
I'm perfect

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

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

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing from Los Angeles California, one half of the SCW Bombshell tag champions...

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

Justin: Mean Girl Veronica Taylor!! And her opponent from Austin Texas...

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

Justin: Member of the Fallen...Raynin!!

Simone: Tonight Veronica faces Raynin. Only weeks ago she took her titles along with her partner Amanda Cortez.

Adams: And I am sure that Raynin is going to be looking for some payback. Or at least she should be asking for some beauty tips from Veronica.

Simone: Beauty tips? Really?

Adams: At least she should ask how to accessorize that eyepatch.

In the ring, the pair circle then lock up in a collar and elbow shoving match that Veronica manages to use to leverage Raynin into the corner where she slides her arm across the throat of Raynin. Jasmine St John tells Veronica to release the hold as Raynin claws at the arm blocking off her airway. St John begins her five count which forces Veronica to release the hold with a smirk as Raynin sags in the corner trying to catch her breath. To add insult to injury, Veronica looks at her nails for a moment then delivers a stinging slap to Raynin which rocks her head back.

Adams: Looks like Veronica has just labelled Raynin a bitch

Simone: What?

Adams: Did you not see that bitch slap? And she just labelled Raynin with it. That means she labelled her a bitch. Logical huh?

Simone: Crazy as that is, it is logical...messed up but logical. Who are you and what did you do with Jason Adams?

Adams: Shush...I am commentating here.

Back in the ring, Raynin shakes her head as Veronica poses and struts for the fans. Coming out of the corner, Raynin grabs one of Veronica's arms and spins her around into a short clothesline that takes Taylor to the mat. Rolling quickly to the outside, Veronica brings a hand to her chin to check for blood then rushes to her corner to grab her compact to check. Raynin follows behind her in the ring as Jasmine St John begins to count. Veronica is screaming that she has been bruised, pointing to her chin and arguing with St John. Raynin moves forward and makes a grab at Veronica who screams and points. St John pushes Raynin back as Veronica sets the compact down and slides into the ring.

Raynin holds up her hands as Jasmine moves out of the way only to be kicked in the mid section that sends her to her knees. Veronica grabs her by the hair and pulls Raynin to her feet then locks in an abdominal stretch. Raynin fights it as Jasmine asks if she submits. Veronica reaches for the ropes, pulling back on the stretch making Raynin scream in pain. Jasmine straightens but misses Veronica holding the ropes. The fans scream as Veronica again reaches and pulls on the ropes. Jasmine quickly stands and catching Veronica, kicks at her arm while Raynin pulls her over in a hip toss.

Adams: Raynin and Jasmine are double teaming Veronica Taylor...boo hiss

Simone: Jasmine St John is not helping Raynin, she is making sure that Veronica stops her cheating.

Adams: Cheating? She is faithful to whoever she is with at the moment. She was faithful to me

Simone: She was never with you Jason.

Adams: Oh yeah she was...in my dreams

Veronica kicks at the legs of Raynin and puts Raynin in a headlock in the middle of the ring, wearing her down. Raynin fights to her knees and then her feet, picking up a protesting Veronica, dropping her on her head with a fall away suplex. Veronica grabs the back of her head as Raynin rolls quickly and moves towards the downed Mean Girl. Veronica rakes at Raynin's eye then getting to her feet, pulls Raynin to her feet. Raynin staggers as she wipes at her blinded eye only to turn into a superkick from Veronica who quickly drops for the pin.

1..
2..

Raynin kicks out and rolls to the ropes. Veronica slams her hands on the mat in frustration then argues with Jasmine about her making a slow count. As she argues, Raynin moves to climb the turnbuckles, kneeling as she watches for Veronica to turn around. As she does, Raynin stands and delivers a missile dropkick to Veronica.

Simone: This could be it, Raynin caught the tag champ right on the kisser.

Adams: I should kiss Veronica all better after that , she is going to have fatter lips from the kick.

Simone: You just stay right here Jason or someone is going to be adding to his restraining order collection.

Raynin looks at Veronica who is getting to her feet near the ropes. Charging at the turnbuckles, Raynin jumps off with a guillotine kick into the face of Veronica who falls to the mat. Raynin grabs her feet and pulling them over her head, pins Veronica. Jasmine falls to the mat and begins to count.

1...
2...
Veronica struggles and tries to kick out before the three but Jasmine's hand hits the canvas.
3!!!

Simone: That was the Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Two point O...

Adams: The WTF!! What a move

Simone: Looks like someone isn't happy with the results of the match.

In the ring, Veronica Taylor is arguing with Jasmine St John about delivering a fast count to give the win to Raynin. Ignoring the Mean Girl, St John exits the ring and heads up the ramp.




SINGLES MATCH
Veronica Taylor vs. Keira Fisher




The sound of "Run This Town" echoes throughout the arena as Zuri and Blanca surprisingly make an appearance as the crowd doesn't know how to react to them. The look of disgust is evident on their faces while ignoring the fans in the front row.

Adams: This is a surprise.

Simone: What are these two doing here?

Blanca slides into the ring quickly as Zuri jumps up onto the ring apron. Blanca motions for Justin Decent to exit the ring but before he leaves she takes the microphone out of his hands. Zuri finally enters the ring as Blanca hands her the microphone. The crowd starts to boo as she wipes the corner of her mouth with her jacket sleeve. She then takes center stage while looking out into the crowd.

Zuri: I bet most of you thought I never show my face around here. I bet Necra thinks she is the real reason for my disappearance. Well, I have kept my silence long enough. Necra, you and I both know the Daughters of Darkness was never about my sister or myself. Hell, everyone thought we were equal but that isn't really the case is it. No one knows how you and Joanne were the ones who were the stars while we were just the sidekicks. You always wanted Blanca and I do your bidding but when it came to helping us out. You were nowhere insight.

Zuri pauses for a split second just to catch her breath.

Zuri: It is funny how you say I was a nothing before you Necra. Tell me, how does one woman lose so many title shots but keeps getting more? I wonder if Erik Staggs is tired of carrying your ass. I mean we all know that you can't fight on your own. You don't know how to fight your own battles. You always need minions to do your dirty work. Tell me Necra, could you really beat me one on one?

Before Zuri can continue, Blanca steps in front of her twin sister with a microphone of her own.

Blanca: Zuri, I am sorry to jump the gun but I need to get this off my chest. I am sure all of you are shocked to see me at my sister's side again after what she did to me. To be honest, we planned that stunt if Zuri lost her last chance at becoming a champion. In reality, I was getting tired of being used as a puppet. You know Necra, you said you had my back but where were you when I was getting beaten down by Mercedes and Veronica. Where were you when those bitches tried to cut my hair? More importantly, where were you when we needed you most? I will tell you. You were with your other puppets. You say I disappeared but in reality I just got tired of being your bitch.

Zuri: You see Necra, even my sister grew tired of your empty promises and she was the mastermind behind making me look like a twin beater. Necra, you claim to be better than everyone on the bombshell roster but I think you are lying to everyone. Because we both know I am just a tad better than you. Hell, I bet I could beat that Candy Overton into an early retirement. What you say Necra? Do you have the scones to face me one on on....

Just then "Falling for You" strikes up as purple lights pan around the arena. Candy Overton steps out from behind the curtain and stands on the stage.

Adams: I guess Candy figured she had to come out here.

Simone: This is about to get mighty interesting.

Candy starts walking down the ramp as Zuri and Blanca don't like being interrupted. She reaches into her hip pocket, pulls out a tootsie roll pop, unwraps it and plops it inside her mouth.

Zuri: What do you want?

Candy turns the corner as she reaches the arena floor. She walks up one of the ring steps, bends down to pick up the microphone that was sitting there and proceeds to enter the ring. Blanca leans against the ring ropes while looking at her nails. Zuri stands in the center of the ring as Candy stays right where she entered it from. Zuri looks she is about to explode when Candy lifts one hand up while raising the microphone with the other hand.

Candy Overton: Calm down before you end up putting all of these nice people to sleep. I can understand the anger growing inside of you but just sitting rambling about nothing is not the way to go. Necra doesn't seem to be the easiest person to get along with but neither are you Zurich.

Zuri gets right up in Candy's face after being called that.

Zuri: Unless you want to keep that beautiful voice box of yours, I suggest you shut the mouth before I shut it for you.

Candy shoves Zuri back while waving a hand in front of her nose.

Candy Overton: In the future, you might want to lay off the garlic butter. Now, I usually stay out of people's affairs but when you mention my name. I assume that you wanted to say something to my face.

Zuri: You aren't even worth the air that escapes my breath. I know you are worthless and the head bosses will soon figure that out.

Candy Overton: If I am so worthless, then how come I have only lost one match so far in my SCW career. When was the last time you won a match. When was the last time you were relevant. You see, when people mention my name it is because they are jealous of my natural talent. Maybe that is what you see Zuri. You see me as a threat to your pathetic world. Well newsflash, this is my ring now and you need to leave.

Zuri: Why don't you make me leave?

Candy Overton: Sure thing Zurich.

Zuri quickly drops her microphone as she charges at Candy. The moment she reaches her, Candy ducks causing Zuri to get all wrapped inside the ring ropes. Blanca looks up to see her sister in trouble and charges in like a bull in a China shop. Candy drops down again as Blanca connects with a Cactus Jack like clothesline. Both girls fall to floor as Candy just lies on her stomach in the ring.

Candy Overton: Looks like game over for you Sour Warheads. Remember ladies, I will always be SWEET AS CANDY

"Falling For You" strikes back up as a flirtatious smile slides across her face while the cameras slowly fade to black.




We cut backstage to see Andrew Watts walking backstage, still shirtless and in a pair of faded blue Diesel jeans. Watts has his normal confident look on his face as he continues to walk and we continue to follow him. Watts walks by a few backstage workers, paying little to no attention to them as he turns a corner and bumps right into someone....

Andrew Watts:Really? What the... oh, hey you.

Misty looks up to see her tag team partner standing before her. She's already dressed in her ring attire for the night, ready for their match against Erik Staggs and Necra Octavian Kane, and her two 'babysitters' in O'Malley and Dixie are nowhere to be seen.

Misty: Oh hey to you, too. I was actually just coming to find you. I managed to escape from my babysitters for a change.

Misty rolls her eyes but lets out a laugh. Watts smirks back at her, nodding his head as he looks down at her and responds.

Andrew Watts: Ha! Well that is always a good thing, gotta love that babysitting thing you've got going on. Coming to find me eh? Seems like I am a busy and important guy tonight. What's going on?

Watts arches an eyebrow at Misty as he places his hands on his hips, still looking down at her. Misty shrugs but smiles confidently.

Misty: Not that I need to or anything, but I just wanted to make sure you're ready for tonight.

Misty runs her hand through her hair. Watts chuckles lightly as he nods his head.

Andrew Watts: Make sure I am ready? Ha... well you know 7 matches, 7 wins... I think I am pretty ready for a couple of small names like Erik Staggs who just randomly jumped on the scene and got a few lucky wins, and Necra... the one who can't win the Bombshell title no matter how many shots the staff give her at it.

Watts smirks confidently as he continues to look down at Misty.

Misty: Ok first off, one of those wins *I* got for us. So, you're welcome.

Misty grins and lets out a laugh.

Misty: Second, Erik didn't just randomly jump on to the scene from what I have been told. Third...how many shots has Necra had? And fourth...Well, as I was going to say earlier, I just saw you and Kaelin made Raab a member of the REJECTS. Wasn't really expecting that one, so way to go on the shock factor.

Watts nods his head, as he tries to take in the lesson that Misty just gave him.

Andrew Watts: Whoa, damn... I feel like I should be writing all of this down or something...

Watts smirks confidently at Misty.

Misty: Welcome to my world of amnesia...I have to write stuff down on a daily basis!

Watts can't help but chuckle at this comment as he shakes his head, looking down at Misty still.

Andrew Watts: Alright, so I see you taking total credit for OUR win against Stone and Mikah. Although I did lay Stone out while you finished off Mikah, but I like the confidence, so I won't complain. So, Erik Staggs...whether he jumped on the scene randomly, or he was around in the past, either way... he's about to get knocked back out of the scene. Necra and her title shots, I am not sure exactly how many... but from what I understood, she has just been facing Delia time after time, and legit fails every single time... obviously she isn't Championship material, and if she isn't Championship material then she definitely isn't going to make it passed two superstars who are, aka you and me.

Watts nods his head, pausing for a second as he takes a short breath, and then continues.

Andrew Watts: Raab, yeah... Kaelin and I have been talking about bringing another male wrestler into the REJECTS since Gavin and Mikah basically disappeared or some shit... we had a list of a few people, and the fucking German MONSTER sounded like a damn good choice... and then I saw him. I mean, I was expecting this dude to be like 7 foot tall, maybe 300 pounds, and scare the living hell out of anyone he steps into the ring with. Instead he was guided by some manager dude, he kept laughing, a horrible laugh too, and well... he was smaller than I am. Kaelin really likes the choice, me... I have to be sold on this one, Raab better really prove to me that his ass is worthy of being in the REJECTS or I will show him what a true monster can do in the ring...

Misty folds her arms across her chest and laughs as she shakes her head.

Misty: Wow...so you just brought the guy into your team...stable...whatever it is called. And you're already dissing the guy? Jeez, Andrew..how nice of you.

Misty rolls her eyes, but keeps her amused smile on her face. Watts shrugs a shoulder as he replies.

Andrew Watts: Hey, it takes a lot to impress me... Kaelin I guess is already impressed. Not really sure why, considering Kaelin stepped into the ring with the guy and beat his ass a couple of months ago, but hey... I guess he is worth a shot. I am sure you know by now that I am very hard to impress, and I trust very few people. Lucky for you, you're starting to gain in both of those categories, that's rare.

Watts nods his head, flashing a smile to Misty as he compliments her, in his own different way.

Misty: Better not tell that to Mikah...she hates me, and apparently I made a mistake in pinning her the way I did.

Misty shrugs and rolls her eyes.

Misty: Either way, I don't care. She got a taste of her own medicine and you can tell her I said that, too. But, it's nice to know you trust me an all. Some people still don't because they think I'm faking this amnesia crap.

Misty rolls her eyes again and sighs.

Andrew Watts: Mikah? Mikah dislikes anyone that isn't named Gavin Stephens... I've never seen someone so obsessed with their significant other, it's kind of sad. Let people say what they want, that's all people are anyways, all talk... but, wait... hold up... you aren't faking it?

Watts smirks as he says this last sentence with a tone of sarcasm as he looks down at Misty with a half smile. Misty glares at him, almost showing a resemblance of her old self.

Misty: Very funny, Andrew, but no. I'm not faking it. I don't think I could fake anything this well anyway.

Watts smirks at this comment, but keeps the dirty thoughts to himself. He shakes his head as he continues to look at Misty.

Misty: Even if my life was so horrible that I'd want to forget it, I don't think I could pull it off this well. But whatever. I'm done caring honestly.

The look on Misty's face shows one hundred percent that she is done caring, and Watts just nods his head.

Andrew Watts: True, you are pretty damn confused. If you were pulling this off, then I can't imagine how good you could fake some other things too...

Watts chuckles lightly as he continues, and Misty looks up at him with a raised eyebrow.

Andrew Watts: But on a more serious note, I think we had some pretty good training sessions this week. I think that Staggs and Necra won't know what hit them... and let's be honest. I can't really picture the finals of this tournament without you and me in them. You are the next SCW Bombshell Champion and I am the next SCW Champion, and we both know it... hell, you've even been advertising it on Twitter all week. Thanks for the confidence in me by the way, I appreciate that.

Watts runs his right hand back through his hair as he continues to look down at Misty.

Misty: What can I say? I just feel it. I think we just gel together as a team, which is more than any of the other teams can say, right?

Misty flashes a smile at Watts as he looks down at her and gives her a nod of agreement.

Andrew Watts: Sounds about right. I think we are the best damn team in this tournament... I mean, Kaelin is obviously great, but his partner kind of blows, and I don't know how much longer he can carry that team for. Even if he does pull it off again tonight, there's no way in hell they stand a chance against you and me in the finals... and even if it's Cortez and Despayre we face in the finals... well, just like I told that Mean Girl bitch on Twitter, there is only one definition of TAG TEAM that she is good at... and it isn't the type that happens in a ring...

Watts flashes a cocky grin as he nods his head. Misty smiles and lets out a laugh as she shakes her head.

Misty: Yeahhh...I've done my research on Amanda so I can get ready for her. Maybe if we face her I should just bring a feather to the ring and I'd beat her in like two seconds. Tickle fetish? Kind of creepy if you ask me...

Misty shudders, almost disgusted as she thinks about her possible future opponent. Watts eyes shoot open as he instantly responds.

Andrew Watts: OH GOD... she actually tweeted me once, asking if I was interested in tickling her feet... what the fuck kind of approach is that? I wasn't sure how to even take it so I was just like, uhh... yeah, not so much. I've had women approach me in some pretty interesting ways. But, never have I randomly been asking to tickle feet. I guess that'll be the game plan if we face them, you tickle her feet and make her submit... just, watch out, she might develop a crush on you if you do that. Girl is a freak... a weird freak.

Watts flashes a smirk towards Misty as he places his hands back on his hips, continuing to look down at Misty. Misty shakes her head, looking even more disgusted now.

Misty: Yeah...well, I'll try NOT to let that happen. But hopefully Kaelin can pull of the win for his team. I like Despayre and all, but...I'd really rather not have to face his weirdo partner.

Andrew Watts: Well, whether we do or not... we have this tournament in the bag, we both know it. Anyways, I have to get dressed for our match and what not. We can continue our talk if you want, and talk about that... one thing we had mentioned. Want to come by my locker room while I get ready? Since, you seem to be ready for our match already...

Watts lets his arms down at his sides as he arches an eyebrow at Misty, awaiting her reply. Misty is about to respond when her cell phone beeps in her pocket. She takes it out, reading a text message from O'Malley and she rolls her eyes and sighs.

Misty: O'Malley is looking for me...Yeah...Your locker room actually sounds like a better idea. We can talk strategy some more!

Watts nods his head, looking down at Misty

Andrew Watts: Oh yeah, talking... strategy, that's always fun. Let's get out of here.

Watts flashes a confident grin at Misty as he turns and places his hand on Misty's lower back, slowly guiding her in front of him as he walks down the hall, leading Misty towards his locker room.




The scene opens on the backstage area where we see Joanne and Necra sitting in one of the many locker rooms. Necra was ready for her match against Misty and Watts and was now just bidding her time.

Joanne: I can't wait to see that match.

Necra: Neither can I. Misty has been a thorn in my side long enough.

Joanne: Yours and every other Bombshell. Make sure you destroy that woman tonight. I'll have enough to worry about in two weeks time.

Necra nods as a knock comes to the door. Sara walks to the door and answers it. A young woman hands her a piece of paper and Sara closes the door and walks back toward them.

Necra: Bring it here Sara.

Sara: It is not for my Goddess. It's for Miss Canelli.

Joanne looks at the not with an arched eyebrow.

Joanne: What in the he'll could be that important that they couldn't wait...

As her eyes look over it she drops it and gets to her feet.

Necra: What is it?

Joanne: My father is I'll and they need me to come to Italy right away.

Necra: How bad?

Joanne: It doesn't say... It just says that he isn't doin' to good.

Necra: It could be a trap...

Joanne: It could be, but when we were there at Christmas he was sick and said it was nothin'. I have to go.

Necra: Are you going to be back before your match?

Joanne: I don't know. There's goin' to be a lot to settle if anythin' should happen to him. If it does I guess I'll see you there won't I?

Necra nods as Joanne heads to the door.

Joanne: I'll see you soon. Good luck tonight.

She walks out of the room leaving Necra alone once again as the scene fades to black.


Justin: The following contest is a Quarter-Final match in the Blast From the Past III Mixed Tag Team tournament!

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

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

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

Justin: His tag team partner currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 130 pounds ... Misty!

The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "Ms. Hyde" by Halestorm begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain to a round of cheering from the crowd. She looks from one side of the ramp to the other, unsure as the fans roar with approval, and she slowly starts making her way to the ring. Once she gets to the ring, she enters the ring. She heads over to one of the corner turnbuckles, where her tag team partner waits.

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.

Drew Patton stands in the center of the ring as Andrew Watts is standing in his corner going over last minute strategy with Misty. Without any hesistation, Misty exits the ring and stands on the apron. Meanwhile Necra doesn't seem to be real pleased with Erik Staggs starting. She glares at him while leaving the ring. Staggs shakes his head quickly while spinning around to see Andrew Watts stepping out from his corner.

Adams: It looks like the men will start things off.

Simone: I don't blame Watts for starting. Misty still isn't herself and the less she is in the ring the better.

Adams: On the other hand, Necra doens't like the fact Erik is starting first.

DING DING DING!

The bell sounds as Drew steps out of the way while both men begin to circle each other. Erik and Andrew come together in the center of the ring in a collar elbow tie up. Watts gets the early advantage with a side headlock. He squeezes a little more as Erik waves a hand in the air. Erik continues to wave his hand in the air before balling his hand into a fist and driving it firmly into Andrew's ribcage. Andrew's grip doesn't loosen as Erik strikes his rib cage one more time. Watts' grip loosens a little as Erik slams a forearm right into his side. Watts finally lets go as Erik charges for the ring ropes. He bounces off them and catches Andrew flush on the chin with a corkscrew elbow. Erik bounces off the ropes again as he steps over Andrew then bounces off the other set of ring ropes. Right as he rebounds off the ropes, Andrew jumps up to his feet before connecting with a picture perfect dropkick that knocks Erik flat on his back.

Adams: Nice back and forth action

Simone: Misty is enjoying it but Necra doesn't seem to pleased right about now.

Andrew doesn't waste anytime as he picks Erik back up to his feet. He grabs a hold of Erik's arm and goes to whip him back into the ropes. However Erik reverses the whip and catches the rebounding Andrew with a wheel kick. The shot knocks Andrew on his back as Erik tries to catch his breath. Erik sees Andrew getting back up on his feet and goes to bounce off the ring ropes again. Necra, on the other hand, has different ideas as she blind tags herself in. Erik isn't aware of the blind tag as he continues with his offensive move but he gets caught with a wicked spine buster.

Simone: Necra is right behind Watts.

Adams: She wouldn't be stupid enough to tough him will she.

Andrew gets back up to his feet and notices Necra is now in the ring. He raises a hand up like he wants to hit her but uses it to brush hair out of his eyes. He looks over toward Misty as Necra is blatantly pointing at her. Misty tries to enter the ring but Necra knocks her out of the ring with a charging knee. Drew Patton tells to her to stay inside the ring but she doesn't listen to him. Necra is exploiting Misty's amnesia to the fullest. Necra rolls out of the ring on the far side of it and starts to stalk her prey. Misty is slowly getting up to her feet while shaking her head. Necra charges at Misty and connects with a stiff forearm to the back of Misty's head.

Simone: Oh come on now. Necra knows Misty is having memory problems. Now she will have a splitting headache on top of it.

Adams: No one ever said Necra played well with others.

Drew Patton is screaming at Necra to get Misty inside as he finally starts his count.

1
2
3

Necra slowly rolls inside the ring just to break the count before rolling back out. Watts' is beginning to show a little concern for his tag partner as Misty slowly regains her footing on the outside. Necra comes up from behind Misty again, grabs a handful of her hair and flings her back first into the lightly padded barricade. A sick smirk comes across Necra's lips as she picks Misty up by her wrestling tights and tosses her back inside the ring. The crowd is letting Necra what they think but all she does is play with her hair. She slides back inside the ring and goes for the quick pin on Misty. Drew Patton drops into position as he goes to pound the canvas one time before Misty somehow shoots the shoulder up before the one count.

A sigh of relief comes out of Andrew as Necra isn't to happy as she picks Misty up off the canvas and tosses her halfway across the ring by her hair. Misty's head bounces off the canvas again as Necra stalks back over toward Misty.

Adams: I don't like the look in Necra's eyes.

Simone: Neither do I

She goes to pick Misty off the canvas but out of desperation Misty catches Necra off guard with a hard bitch slap. Necra feels her face before staring back at Misty. She reaches for Misty but she ducks in a split second. Necra tries to come back with a spinning back fist but she gets caught with a swift kick to her midsection. Misty quickly grabs Necra by the head and plants her into the canvas with a DDT. Watts' eyes go wide as Misty looks at her hands. Erik shakes his head in shock as Misty can't believe it. Instinctively she goes for the cover as Drew slides into position. He pounds the canvas.

One

Two

Thr....Necra kicks out. Misty hooks Necra's leg in a second pin attempt.

One

Two

Thre....Necra kicks out again.

Adams: Misty plants Necra with a DDT and nearly gets the pinfall victory.

Simone: How did she do that is the big question.

Misty is still in shock after hitting that huge DDT as she continues to look at her hands. Necra slowly gets back up to her feet as Misty runs toward the ring ropes. Andrew times it just right as he taps her back in clear sight of Drew. He signals a tag had been made as Misty is unaware. She rebounds off the ropes only to run into the waiting arms of Necra. She grabs a hold of Misty's arms and crosses them in front of her before lifting her up. Necra then drives Misty's back first across her knee.

Simone: The Mummification, Necra just knocked out Misty

Adams: Yeah but Misty isn't the legal person.

Drew tries to tell Necra that Misty's isn't the legal person. She starts to argue with him as Erik reenters the ring. He is trying to calm Necra down but she just glares at him as Erik has his back turned on Andrew. Before leaving the ring, she picks Misty up and tosses her out of the ring. Erik is still shaking his head while trying to regain his focus. Right as Erik turns around, Andrew catches him with a springboard lariat.

Watts lands on his feet while looking around to check on Misty but this gives Erik enough time to get back on his feet. Staggs hits Watts with a running clothesline that sends Watts straight to the canvas and rolling out of the ring! Staggs throws his arms in the air as he is feeling the momentum, hoping, feeling that he could be going on to the Blast from the Past finals!

Adams: What the...?

Simone: What is this?

The SCW arena lights dim, throughout the arena. The crowd stands to their feet, well those who weren't already standing. Make War, Not Love - Capture The Crown bursts out of the arena speakers and quickly coming out from the back is a female, she looks quite familiar but we can't exactly remember who she is. She is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt... a white REJECTS t-shirt. Staggs is staring at her as she quickly makes her way down the ramp, and hops up onto the apron.

Simone: Who is she...?

Adams: I don't really know....

Staggs shakes his head, seeing the REJECTS shirt as he makes his way towards her, and begins shouting to her. She puts her pointer finger in her mouth, biting down on it as she tries to calm Staggs down... and then, follows this up by pulling her shirt up, revealing her D cup breasts, which are of course covered by her black and pink bra that she wears... but Staggs can't help but be mesmerized, his eyes glued on what is in front of him.

Simone: What... I am confused.

Adams: I am in love...

While this is going on, Andrew Watts slides back into the ring, spinning Staggs around and... Highlight! The female fixes her, shirt, covering herself back up as Watts goes for the cover on Staggs...

Simone: Wow, no interference?

Adams: She didn't touch anyone, she just... made everyone drool a bit...

...1

...2

...3!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Simone: Wow, that wasn't even right, that wasn't even fair!

Justin: Here are your winners, and advancing to the Blast from the Past Finals! Misty and Andrew Watts!

Watts stands to his feet as the woman enters the ring. Misty seems a bit confused as well as she stares from outside of the ring at her partner and this, mystery woman who look just so damn familiar. Watts signals for a microphone and is quickly handed one. He paces back and forth for a second before looking at the woman as they each share a cocky smirk, nodding their heads. Watts lifts the microphone as he speaks.

Andrew Watts:Ladies and gentlemen, your newest Bombshell... and the newest member of the REJECTS! You may remember her from ASW... The Bad Girl... Desiree Parker!

Watts drops the microphone as Love the Way You Hate Me - Like a Storm bursts over the SCW speakers! Watts moves in towards Desiree as she throws her arms around his neck, he wraps his around her waist as they share another cocky smirk, looking at each other for a few seconds, before pulling away as she grabs Watts by the wrist, raising his arm in the air.

Simone: Wow, I knew I recognized her somewhat, I just couldn't remember from where.

Adams: With those knockers, the REJECTS just got A LOT more dangerous...

Simone: Wow, you're just, stupid.

Adams: I'm just honest... very... very honest.




( Earlier This Week )

Sitting inside of a hotel restaurant in Oslo, Norway is lead Sin City Wrestling reporter Pussy Willows, she is sipping on a cup of coffee whilst twi

ling her pen in the other, she looks around to see a dark figure brush past her shoulder and sits down adjacent to her. Pussy places the cup down and smiles. Quickly she jots something down on her pad before putting all her focus on the person before her.

Pussy Willow: Thank you very much for accepting my invitation.

The person nods and she smiles.

Pussy Willow: I'd first like to say I'm sorry for what has happened to you, I cannot imagine what it is like to be in your situation, being on top of the proverbial mountain to see it crumble beneath your feet is hard. How have you been coup-ing?

The person before her places a championship belt down on the table, readajusting himself in the seat before reaching across the table for the glass of water, taking a few sips from it before clearing his voice and composing himself. The camera pans around to show the man sitting there being Owen James. The man who represented the now defunct Arizona State Wrestling, the first and only Heavyweight Champion of the promotion, the man who is now classed as a free agent.

Owen James: I-I-I'm still in a bit of shock but that is what happens in professional wrestling, promotions come and go without a moment's hesitation, I didn't think ASW would be like that but the curse of JJ Dixon continues. First with ACW and now ASW.

Pussy jots things down as he speaks.

Pussy Willow: Do you blame JJ Dixon for the downfall of ASW?

Owen James shakes his head.

Owen James: No off course not, JJ scouted many of the wrestlers and he obviously chose me, I'm glad he did because since November I've learnt a great deal from an American promotion. Opened my eyes and it's now opened countless doors for me to walk into.

Pussy Willow: We have seen on social media that your rival for the ASW Championship, Chris Mosh, has chosen not to sign for SCW and gone to Extreme Wrestling Corporation. One time tag team partner and the last ASW Women's Champion, Ruby, has also chosen to follow Mosh into EWC's doors. Nothing much has been heard from Andreas Bergfalk, Seth Drayton or the future of Tommy Burke. You've put on Twitter about getting offered a lucrative deal from EWC, may I ask where you are on this?

Owen takes a sip from his water and smiles.

Owen James: As you can imagine with a promotion closing, especially one that is affiliated to Sin City Wrestling, it was like one drop of blood in the water and the sharks pounced upon it. I listen to Chris Mosh saying Mark Ward and SCW took too long, hence why he chose EWC over SCW, but it's a feeble excuse for a man who could not grasp the simplest of things. But I'm going off topic, yes ECW's president messaged me and found the hotel I'm staying in in Arizona, he spoke a lot of sense and the money is absolutely ridiculous! I could of said that there's a zero missing and he'd of added it! That's how ridiculous EWC's purse is. Where we are at is..

Owen pulls out a brown envelope from his jacket pocket and places it on top of the ASW Heavyweight Championship.

Owen James: ...That is the contract and I've not looked at it since my meeting with him.

Pussy Willow: Now for those of you with social media and follow Hot Stuff Mark Ward, you'll know the whole reason why you're in Oslo, however for those who do not know why you're here. Mark Ward sent a public message saying he'd like to meet with you and you've obviously accepted his invite. Why did you decide to do this with..

Pussy points at the envelope

Pussy Willow: ...Such a lucrative deal in place at another promotion?

Owen James: One of the main reasons people came to ASW was for the simple fact of one day gracing the six sided ring of SCW, Desiree Parker signed to ASW for that reason I believed and she is now on the main roster, I was very lucky to participate at the first iSupershow of 2015 and have been at many SCW events as a backstage viewer. SCW was where I aimed and where I saw myself competing later in the year, I wanted to leave my mark in ASW before I even dreamt of competing on the SCW stage, however we know ASW has become defunct leaving a void in my life and I wanted to hear what Mark Ward had to say. I'd of been a fool not too.

Pussy Willow: May I ask what was said during this conversation?

Owen James: He didn't say much I didn't already know and believe, Sin City Wrestling is a standalone promotion in this world with such amazing reputation, I'm not trying to suck up and kiss ass but SCW is the place where some of the big names in this industry have graced. They couldn't cut it and left, the best have stayed and survive, I want to be the best and I did that in ASW and I could do that in SCW.

She nods, scribbling down furiously, she then places her forearms on the table.

Pussy Willow: So the biggest question I have for you is this... Has Owen James signed with Sin City Wrestling?

Owen picks the envelope up and slides it back into his jacket pocket, Owen picks the ASW Heavyweight Championship and drapes it over his shoulder, Owen sits back in his chair just looking rather awkward.

Owen James: The truth is Pussy Willows, the truth is that you're going to have to wait and see, I've got to speak to someone before I can confirm anything.

Owen pushes the chair out and stands up

Pussy Willow: Do you mean your sponsor, SCW Bombshell Champion Delia Darling?

Owen James smiles

Owen James: D-D-Delia is someone I hold dear to my heart, she hasn't gotten back to me since the demise of ASW, I think she's done with her project but she's got my number and knows where I am.

Owen walks away leaving Pussy to scribble more on her pad as the scene fades away




The scene opens up backstage where we see Jessie Salco and her step-brother Jake arriving at the arena without Shane with them, nether the less the sight of the popular Bombshell causes the crowd in the arena to pop and some fans lucky enough to get backstage passes to the show are especially happy to see her.

Simone: According to Jessie Sweden's metal scene is one of the most important in metal's development as a genre so it's no wonder why she's so popular here.

Adams: But after what happened with Steve last week she can't be in the best of moods.

Jessie takes the time to sign some autographs from fans who ask for them (with Jake helping her with the fans who don't speak English) when Ms. Rocky Mountains approaches them.

Rocky: Jessie, do you have a minute?

Jessie: Gimme a sec, I've only got one more autograph to sign.

Jessie signs the last autograph for a female fan (and obvious metalhead) before turning to Rocky.

Jessie: I think I know what you're going to ask about.

Rocky nods sadly before sighing.

Rocky: How's Shane? I noticed that he's not with you tonight.

Jessie: He's recovering back at the hotel room, he's been attacked by wrestlers before but he's never had a mic kicked into his mouth, fortunately all it did was knock some teeth lose and that damage was easily repaired with a trip to the dentist.

Jake: Even so, he chose to stay home tonight, his mouth is still numb from the surgery.

Rocky: I guess that leads me to my next question, what are you going to do about Steve?

Jessie frowns as she folds her arms.

Jessie: I was actually going to attack him and spray-paint a big middle finger onto the door to Christian's office but Jake talked me out of it.

Rocky: But what about you Jake? You could face him?

Jake simply shakes his head.

Jake: I don't think so, I mean I've wrestled before but that was against Jason Burnside and that guy isn't even a trained wrestler, Steve though? Not only is he a trained wrestler but he's been wrestling longer than Jessie's been a part of my adopted family, much as I want too I'll just end up making a fool of myself if I wrestle him.

Jake says before grabbing the mic.

Jake: But I have one idea, Steve, when your suspension ends meet me in the parking lot of the next Climax Control and we'll settle this the old fashioned way.

Jake cracks his knuckles to make his meaning clear before the siblings walk off.




The camera pans around the crowd at another jam packed Climax Control. They are cheering awaiting the next match when suddenly the lights go out. A lone bass drum can be heard and is soon followed by the sounds of more drums. It becomes easily recognizable as "Funeral Sentences" by Purcell. A lone white light shines through a buildup of fog as the trumpets kick in, revealing a shadow of someone with long hair and holding what looks like a noose. Quickly the music stops and the light goes out. Anxiety can be heard all over the arena. And with a flash the arena lights come back on. The fans go insane as a lone man stands in the center of the ring. Chris Shipman. Dressed in his basic attire consisting of a blood stained wife-beater, jeans, and black boots. And just as his shadow showed, in his left hand is a barbed wire noose. In his right, a microphone.

Shipman: A tisk it, a task it. The Psycho's out his casket. That's right, the "Original Psycho" has returned once again to the SCW. But why after such a long hiatus? Well, the answer to that is easy, for as you see, I have made a little more then a hiccup here and I can't just up and leave like that. Not with how much management here whined and cried to get me here. That and I had an itch I just couldn't scratch. At first I thought it was herpes but my STD exam came back clean, so I figured it must have been wrestling.

Shipman has a smirk on his face as he continues to address the fans and anybody in the back who is watching.

Shipman: I know I made a lot of friends the last time I was here, and a lot has changed since but that will not stop me from resuming my role in kicking asses, and putting people in the hospital with permanent disfigurations. With my trusty strand of barbed wire, my attraction to violence, my lust for blood, I will once again stand dominant in this industry. There isn't a Billy, Joe, John, or Shirley in the back that can stop me because no matter how bad I get beat down, how bad my body gets broken, I will get up and I will come back. Just as I have now. So the challenge is out there to anybody. Any place, any time, any rules, and if you got the balls, any title. I will be there.

Shipman throws the microphone down and raises the noose above his head as Disaster Blaster 2 by White Zombie begins blaring over the arena.




We cut backstage where we see a familiar face from tonight, walking alone. Desiree Parker, the woman who may have cost Erik Staggs and Necra Octavian Kane their match and spot in the finals... also the woman who is apparently the newest addition to the Bombshell roster, and apparently also the newest REJECT as well. Desiree is still wearing the pair of blue designer jeans that she sported to the ring earlier, and the same white REJECTS shirt. She walks confidently, turning a corner as she catches someone's attention.

Pussy Willow: Hey, hey you... wait up, I've been looking for you.

Desiree scoffs, shaking her head as Pussy approaches her from behind. Desiree slowly turns around, showing an annoyed emotion as she looks at Pussy Willow who approaches her. Desiree instantly crosses her arms across her chest, arching an eyebrow, and not saying anything.

Pussy Willow: You've been the talk of the backstage area for a few minutes now, can I just ask you...

Desiree cuts her off, shaking her head and speaking in a confident, yet bitchy tone.

Desiree Parker: Actually, no... you can't ask me. I do the talking, got it? Good, perfect. Let me tell you one thing. Every Bombshell in the SCW locker room better be watching this, why? Because I am officially an SCW Bombshell, and do you know what that means? That's right, that means that hell is about to be raised on the whole damn roster of these poor little bitches who think they actually can fight, or that they stand a chance.

Pussy goes to say something but Desiree places her finger on Pussy's lips, pun intended.

Desiree Parker: Shh, shh, shush darling... you don't get to talk, okay? Good. The SCW universe has no idea what they are about to encounter. You think Delia is a bad bitch? You think Mercedes Vargas is a trash talking, bad ass? You think Veronica Taylor is a sexy stuck up ass kicking machine? Or maybe it's Mikah, the plastic bimbo who thinks she is the shit because she looks like barbie. Have all of you enjoyed them? Watching them, admiring them, thinking "wow this woman is a total bitch, I love it?" Well if you have, you've been watching the wrong BITCH, because the real bitch has finally arrived... and all of these little Mean Girls, and other cunts who are running around, thinking that they are the best thing since sushi... and I say that because I love sushi, and hate sliced bread. Well, you are all in for a reality check... because not only am I the newest SCW Bombshell... not only am I the newest member of the highly successful REJECTS... but...

Desiree pauses for a second, taking a step closer to Pussy, as she gives her an evil smirk, and finishes what she was saying.

Desiree Parker: I'm the Bad Girl... and I've come to play.

Desiree laughs to herself as she leans in, kissing Pussy on the cheek, running her left hand along the opposite cheek of Pussy as she walks right by her, humming to herself as she sort of skips away and Pussy just... stands there, talk about an interesting encounter.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is a Semi-Final match for the Blast from the Past tournament! Introducing first...

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.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California... The Goddess of War... Amanda Cortez!

The fans are still booing, but Amanda only flips them the bird. 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.

Justin: And her partner...

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... weighing in at 178 pounds... 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 their opponents...

Revolution by Judas Priest hits over the p.a as strobe lighting flickers all around the arena, as Jade appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings and soaks in the boos of the crowd.Jade smiles before heading down the ramp, ignoring the fans jeers and boos along the way before running and sliding into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckle and kisses her tattoo on wrist before raising the very same arm.

Justin: From Dayton Beach, Florida... The Bitch of Hardcore... Jade Manendez-Arcador!

Jade then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits in the centre of the ring for her opponent.

Justin: And her tag team partner...

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

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 240 pounds... he is the 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.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

And the match starts off with Alex Kaelin and Despayre in the ring together, standing opposite each other as they stare at each other. Alex's size is quite intimidating compared to the smaller frame of Despayre. The two circle the ring for a few seconds before moving in towards each other. Despayre moves in and lifts a hand towards Kaelin. Kaelin smirks, nodding his head as he grabs the hand of Despayre. Despayre nods his head, lifting his other hand, signalling for Kaelin to grab it, which would most likely lead to a showdown of which man has more strength behind them. Kaelin moves his hand towards Despayre's and just as he ie about to meet hands with Despayre, Kaelin hits a cheap kick to the gut that sends Despayre to a hunched over position, holding his gut in pain. Kaelin smirks as he delivers a vicious elbow to the side of Despayre's head that staggers Despayre back a bit and follows this up with a running clothesline that quickly sends Despayre to the ground, holding his head in pain.

Simone: Kaelin is such a dirty fighter, it really almost isn't fair.

Adams: But, it is fair... and that is how he wrestles, and he does a damn good job at it.

Kaelin circles around Despayre who starts to get up, but Kaelin doesn't let it happen as he hits Despayre with a kick to the upper back, near his shoulder blade and this sends Despayre straight back down to the canvas. Kaelin smirks as he looks down at Despayre and throws his hands down on the back of Despayre's head, lifting him up by his hair as he grabs him by the hair and leather pants, throwing him shoulder first into the nearest turnbuckle, Despayre going between the 2nd and 3rd pads as his shoulder crashes straight into the steel turnbuckle post. Despayre holds his shoulder in in pain as he stays leaned against the turnbuckle, and Kaelin runs up behind him, hitting a running dropkick to the behind that sends Despayre's shoulder right back into the turnbuckle post! Despayre falls to a knee in pain, his head against the middle turnbuckle pad as he holds his shoulder.

Adams: Wow, the Roulette Champion is looking pretty ruthless tonight.

Simone: Yeah, definitely showing us why he deserves to be the Roulette Champion, and if he wins this match this tournament... maybe even the SCW Heavyweight Champion.

Adams: That would be something, super impressive.

Despayre uses the turnbuckle to push himself back up to his feet, still holding his shoulder in pain, his back turned to Kaelin who walks up to him, wrapping around the waist of Despayre as he shoots backwards and connects with a beautiful release German suplex! Despayre literally flew through the air and landed extremely harsh on his upper back and neck! Kaelin is quite quick to make the cover as referee Jacob Summers is quick to start the count...

...1
...2
...Kickout! Despayre is able to get a shoulder up, the shoulder that wasn't smashed into the turnbuckle twice.

Adams: Close call there, what elevation on that release German by Kaelin.

Kaelin stands up as Despayre rolls over onto his stomach, and Kaelin takes advantage of this as he delivers a kick to the back of Despayre's head, followed by another, and then a third... stomping on Despayre's head before referee Jacob Summers breaks it up pushing Kaelin backwards. Out of frustration, Kaelin pushes Summers who shoots back a few steps. Summers points at his referee patch on his shirt as Kaelin shrugs his shoulder and gives the middle finger to Summers. Summers throws his index finger towards Kaelin, warning him and Kaelin just laughs, shaking his head. Kaelin walks by Summers, towards Despayre who is halfway to his feet and as Kaelin goes to grab Despayre, Despayre crawls through Kaelin's legs, jumping to his feet behind Kaelin as he hits Kaelin with a quick kick to the back of Kaelin's knee. Kaelin hunches down as he holds his leg and Despayre then hits the opposite knee with a shoulder tackle, sending Kaelin to the ground. Despayre instantly goes for a quick pin on Kaelin...

...1
...Kaelin kicks out before a 2 count!

Adams: What was Despayre even thinking with that pin?

Simone: Hey, you never know... can't win, without a pin.

Adams: Actually, that's not true...

Simone: Oh shut up, you know what I meant.

Both superstars are quick to their feet as Kaelin goes for a quick eye poke but Despayre ducks, already being quite shorter than Kaelin as he delivers a punch to the inside of Kaelin's thigh. The punch has some force as Kaelin grabs his thigh in pain, definitely feeling the future bruise. Despayre wraps his arms around the neck of Kaelin as he hits a very nice sitout jawbreaker! This sends Kaelin staggering back into the turnbuckle, his back meeting the pads as Despayre runs at him and hits a huge splash! Kaelin is sandwiched between Despayre and the turnbuckle as Despayre throws an arm up in the air and the fans in the SCW arena go crazy! Kaelin begins to stagger away from the corner as Despayre.... Springboard Bulldog! What a perfectly executed move, and the cover...

...1
...2
...Kaelin kicks out just in time! What a close call there!

Simone: Despayre is showing that experience he has here in the SCW. Kaelin may be the Roulette Champion and on quite a roll, but never underestimate the veterans.

Adams: But also never underestimate the REJECTS...

Simone: Oh trust me, I don't...

Despayre stands to his feet, he smiles as he looks down at Kaelin who has rolled onto his stomach, feeling the after effects of that bulldog. Despayre is quick towards the turnbuckle, exiting the ring out onto the apron as he begins to climb the turnbuckle. Jade says something to Despayre as they begin to exchange words while Despayre is atop the turnbuckle. Jade walks closer to the turnbuckle from the apron, but Summers gets in the way as he grabs Jade, holding her back a bit and exchanging some words with her. Despayre goes flying towards Kaelin...

Adams: OUCH!

Right into a cheap low blow from Kaelin! Despayre literally landed with his legs split between Kaelin's forearm! He is going to be feeling that one for days... possibly weeks. Despayre holds himself in pain, with both hands as Kaelin hits a huge roaring elbow on Despayre, sending him straight to the canvas!

Simone: That has to be it. I can't picture any man being able to get up from a low blow like that...

Adams: Sounds like you are speaking from experience there... something we don't know?

But just as Kaelin takes a step towards Despayre who lays on the ground, not really moving... Amanda Cortez runs into the ring and claws her nails into the eyes of Kaelin, sending him backwards, holding his eyes in pain. Summers finally turns around as he sees Cortez in the ring, but it is world war 3... Jade enters the ring as she spears Amanda and the two Bombshells begin to roll around the canvas. Kaelin falls back against the ropes, blinded by the eye rake from Amanda as Summers tries to separate Amanda and Jade.

Adams: Things are starting to get out of control here... already!

Simone: Yeah it is pretty early in the match for all of this, but... hey, SCW.

Summers finally pulls the Bombshells apart as they each go to their respected corner and exit onto the apron. Kaelin falls to his knees and pins Despayre, Summers starts the count...

...1
...2
...Kickout! Despayre luckily had enough time to recover as he kicks out of the pin.

Simone: Amanda may have saved them the match right there...

Adams: Lucky for her Summers had his back turned and didn't see her interference or cheap eye rake...

Kaelin rolls off of Despayre, holding his right eye in pain, obviously still bothering him. Kaelin rolls a few more times, towards the ring ropes as he grabs them and begins to pull himself up to his feet Kaelin stands and right when he turns around... flying heel kick from Despayre! Where did that even come from? Kaelin goes crashing into the ground and rolls right out of the ring. Despayre throws his arm in the air as he falls towards his corner and tags in Amanda Cortez!

Adams: Here we go! Bombshell action!

Cortez enters the ring as does Jade and they waste no time as they run at each other! Amanda goes for a clothesline but Jade ducks it, grabbing Amanda by the hair and twisting her around, delivering a vicious knee to the gut of Amanda and tossing her against the ropes. Amanda bounces off of the ropes and comes back looking for a clothesline once again on Jade who ducks under it another time. Amanda bounces off of the opposite ropes and looks for a crossbody on Jade who hops up into the air and dropkicks Amanda right in the stomach, in mid air! Jade is quick to make a cover...

...1
...2
...Kickout by Amanda, not nearly ready to be down for the count yet.

Simone: I love when the Bombshells are at the top of their game, and these two recently... really have been.

Jade grabs Amanda by her hair, pulling her to her feet as she delivers a quick elbow to the face of Amanda and then tosses her towards the ropes and as Amanda comes back, bam! A huge knee to the gut that stops Amanda right in her tracks. Amanda hunches over in pain as Jade runs towards the ropes, bouncing off and coming back to hit a huge front dropkick to the side of Amanda's head! Amanda hits the canvas quickly, holding the side of her head in pain as Jade again goes for another cover...

...1
...2
...Kickout once again by Amanda!

Simone: Cortez is getting beat down so far, but she is not giving up one bit.

Adams: That is a true statement.

Jade smirks as she walks towards the ropes, stretching her back against them for a few seconds, before making her way back towards Amanda. Amanda still struggling to get to her feet. Jade lifts Amanda up, throwing her straight into the turnbuckle. Jade delivers a few kicks to the gut of Amanda and then takes a few steps back in order to build up some speed. Jade runs at Amanda and goes for a splash but Amanda spins out of the way as Jade smashes right into the turnbuckle pads. Amanda delivers a right hand to the face of Jade and then lifts her up, going for an old school body slam, but Jade somehow spins around, wrapping her legs around Amanda's waist and putting Amanda in a standing front headlock, an interesting variation of a headlock from Jade as she tries to apply pressure to Amanda. Amanda shakes her head as referee Jacob Summers asks her if she gives up. Amanda reaches out, hugging her arms around Jade and using her power to break the hold, lifting Jade up onto her shoulder but Jade flips over Amanda and looks for a sitting quick roll up. However Amanda rolls straight out of it and hits a dropkick straight to the face of the sitting Jade, knocking her straight onto her back. Both women are on the ground, hurting a bit, both struggling to get to their feet.

Simone: Wow talk about some interesting action going on, talk about reversals...

Adams: That is just good wrestling right there, that's what that is.

Both women finally get to their feet as Amanda runs at Jade, she delivers a vicious kick to the gut, followed by a right hand that sends Jade bouncing off of the ropes. When Jade comes back she is met by a huge knee to the gut and then Amanda starts to set up for a suplex and... connects with a huge standing suplex! Jade holds her lower back in pain after the gorgeous suplex by Amanda. Amanda is quick to her feet, Jade stands to hers but staggers straight into Amanda who grabs a hold of her again and this time hits a nice snap suplex that sends Jade once again straight into the canvas. Amanda is up and Jade somehow staggers up to her feet as well. Amanda grabs Jade by the hair, saying a few words to her and then hitting her with a huge jumping tornado DDT! Amanda with the cover, Summers begins the count...

...1
...2
...Jade is able to kick out just before the 3!

Simone: Wow, I thought that was it, great determination by Jade as she gets her shoulder up!

Adams: Wait, that wasn't a three? Wow, I really thought it was...

Amanda stands to her feet, Jade is feeling the pain as she lays on the ground. Amanda walks around to the legs of Jade and delivers a few stomps straight to the right knee of Jade. Amanda targets the knee for a few seconds with various stomps and a few drop knees to the knee of Jade. Jade rolls around in pain as Amanda follows her and delivers another kick to the knee, followed by one to the back of Jade. Amanda throws her hands on the back of Jade's head, grabbing her by the hair and lifting her up. Amanda delivers another vicious knee, this one to the gut of Jade as she lifts her up and takes a step back. Amanda looks for an enzuigiri but Jade ducks under it! Jade spins Amanda around as she hits a kick to the gut and then... shining wizard! Both Bombshells are once again down on the ground!

Simone: Wow, who will get up first... this has just been back and forth all match... wait, what is that?

Adams: Oh come on!

Kaelin yanks Despayre down from the apron as Despayre hits his chin on the apron! Despayre holds his chin in pain as Kaelin grabs him and tosses him back first into the barricade! The fans go crazy as Kaelin runs at Despayre, but Despayre moves out of the way, ducking under a clothesline from Kaelin and staggering Kaelin with a quick jab to the eye! Kaelin just keeps getting hit in the eyes tonight, and wait a second...

HURRICANRANA!

Despayre hits a huge hurricanrana on Kaelin and both men literally fly over the barricade and into the crowd! Crashing over the barricade and right into chairs, fans, and the hard ground on the other side. Both men seem to be feeling the effects as we do not see either superstar make much movement! The fans love it as they begin to scream "This Is Awesome" over and over. Meanwhile in the ring, both Bombshells have made their way to their feet.

Adams: Wow what a move by Despayre!

Simone: Hey, Kaelin asked for that one... he brought it on himself!

Adams: Looks like Despayre eliminated Kaelin, and himself from this one...

Simone: That may be very... very true.

In the center of the ring both Bombshells stagger to face each other and right when they do. Jade looks for a clothesline, Amanda ducks it, spinning Jade around, the kick to the gut by Amanda and...

#1 Stunna!

Connects, and the cover...

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

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

The bell sounds as Amanda is slow to get to her feet, and Despayre is still out in the crowd with Kaelin, neither one of them making much movement!

Justin: Here are your winners... Despayre and Amanda Cortez!

Amanda holds her head in pain, able to pull off one hell of a victory, but definitely feeling the effects of the match as well.

Simone: Well, there we have it... Blaze of Glory is all set!

Adams: Andrew Watts and Misty taking on Despayre and Amanda Cortez in one hell of a final match for this year's tournament!

Simone: It won't get any better than that... nobody deserves it more than these four superstars, they have given it their all since the tournament started, but only one team will advance...

Adams: I can't even predict who it will be either, it's going to be one hell of a night, that's for damn sure!




BLAST FROM THE PAST FINALS
Andrew Watts and Misty vs. Despayre and Amanda Cortez




The cameras switch backstage to a corridor, which is deserted, except for Natalie McKinley. Natalie approaches a door, which she reaches out to open, but as she does so, the voice of "Stoner" Scott Oliver is heard.

Stoner: Hey, strong dudette!

Natalie stops and turns around to face Stoner, as he comes into view.

Natalie: Are you referring to me, or one of the other bombshells?

Stoner frowns, and then takes a quick glance around the corridor, before looking back to Natalie.

Stoner: What other bombshells? I can only see you.

Natalie: Never mind.

Natalie shakes her head, and then smiles politely.

Natalie: So, what I can do for you, Scott?

Stoner: I, uh, wanted to talk to you about your opponent for tonight - Mercedes Vargas.

Natalie: What about Mercedes?

Stoner: Um...well, she suggested that maybe you should have gone after the Bombshell Internet Championship, rather than her title - she even said she was sure that you would make a great Bombshell Internet Champion.

Natalie laughs.

Natalie: I don't think that she was being very sincere, Scott - to me, it sounded like a backhanded compliment.

Natalie smirks.

Natalie: At present, I'm not interested in becoming the Bombshell Internet Champion - the title that I want to win is the Bombshell Roulette Championship. And I want to do so because, after what happened at Violent Conduct II, I have unfinished business with that title.

The smile leaves Natalie's face as she pauses briefly, looking towards the floor; she then looks back up at Stoner, and continues.

Natalie: On the subject of Violent Conduct, I will admit that, a few days ago, when I was looking ahead to tonight's match, I glossed over the fact that I was the one Mercedes pinned to become the Bombshell Roulette Champion.

Natalie sighs.

Natalie: What can I say? The match for the Bombshell Roulette Championship at Violent Conduct is one that I would rather forget.

Natalie shrugs her shoulders.

Natalie: Upon my return to SCW, I set my sights on winning the roulette title, and I would have done so whoever the champion was, regardless of whether it was Mercedes, or someone else. Mercedes can remind people who did what at Violent Conduct all she wants - and she deserves the utmost respect for having remained the champion, since then. But tonight it's a different match, with a different set of circumstances, and it will have a different outcome.

Stoner: Mercedes said that you've got one shot - you're confident of making it count, then?

Natalie smiles again, as she responds.

Natalie: I'll phrase my response specially, just for Mercedes: if tonight is my one shot to earn a match for the Bombshell Roulette Championship, then I'll make it count like Sergio Aguero taking a penalty.

Natalie nods her head confidently.

Natalie: Now if you'll please excuse me, Scott, I have a match to finish getting ready for.

The scene cuts away.




The large screen flickers to life as Pamela Duke-Jackson and Sean Jackson are standing somewhere in a backstage area, the SCW banner hanging in the background.

Simone: For weeks Gabriel Stevens has been demanding an answer from Sean Jackson, and now maybe he'll get it.

Adams: Well, he's been playing mind games all this time. Maybe you're right, maybe he will finally give an answer tonight.

As the focus goes back on Sean and Pamela.

Jackson: For week now, that fraud...that fake champion Gabriel Stevens has been asking...

Sean sticks his index finger into the air, in an effort to correct himself.

Jackson: No, demanding that I give him an answer. Well Gabriel, tonight, at this very moment...I will give you my answer.

As Sean turns to face Pamela, they both embrace and a very passionate kiss ensues. As soon as the five second kiss is over, they both walk off screen, leaving just the SCW banner in the background. After a couple of seconds, Marshall Owens steps into view and his words are straight to the point.

Marshall: Mr. Stevens, and that response was given with the utmost of respect.

The screen fades to darkness.

Simone: You've got to be kidding me?

Adams: It's like he's trying to get Gabriel mad.

Simone: Trying? no, I believe it's already gotten way beyond that.




The camera opens up somewhere backstage as Pussy Willows is holding a microphone in her hands, staring at the camera. She raises the microphone to her lips and speaks.

Pussy Willow: Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I would like all of you to welcome the man that will be taking on JT Midas, one half of the SCW Tag-Team champions...KAIN!!!!!

Kain enters from the right side as a mixture of mostly cheers and few boos echo all over the arena. He's in his battle gear and he's looking off in the distance as Pussy asks him her question.

Pussy Willow: Kain, you have taken out both Lord Raab and Caleb Houston in the last few times you've been booked here. Tonight, you are slated to face JT Midas, a man that is considered to be both hostile and dangerous and apparently only cares about money. What is your strategy for tonight's battle against him?

Kain looks at her menacingly and gently brings the microphone over to his lips and has her in her place as he speaks with confidence.

Kain: My battle strategy? It's always been the same ever since I entered here for the first time and then came back a couple more times after that - just to simply kick ass and take names later! I am not in the mood to play games around here anymore. I have the utmost desire to be the next SCW Internet champion and I'm hoping that Mr. Midas here, the guy that only cares about the next paycheck, is ready to face me in one-on-one combat! I'm merciless in my slaughter and way too fast for the likes of ANYONE around here. Mr. Evans is sooner or later going to discover, first-hand, that his title is for the taking at my discretion and if the beatings prove anything, it's that statement loud and clear! Tonight, Pussy Willows, I'm going to be making another grand statement that no one cannot ignore. At Blaze Of Glory III, I WILL become the next SCW Internet champion and I will dethrone Bruce Evans and strip him of that honor. But, alas, I must not get ahead of myself, for tonight is the present and I'm going to make sure that JT Midas is a man barely worth remembering around here for all time! Now if you will excuse me, The King Of Kings along with his girl, The Queen Of Queens, must get themselves ready for tonight's fight!

Ariel walks into the picture, staring down Pussy Willows with complete disgust for a little bit, then takes the hand of her man and walks away with him. Pussy Willows stays behind, watching the couple leave as the camera fades to black.




Simone: Coming up next is a match between JT Midas and the King of Kings Kain, two men who are vying to challenge Bruce Evans for the Internet Championship.

Adams: Speaking of Bruce he has joined us on commentary for this match.

Blaque Hart: What can I say? I had nothing better to do.

Adams: Not even with the situation with your wife...

Blaque Hart: Never bring that up again.

Simone: Err, anyway, let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

"Whassup, fresh? It's our turn, baby!"

The heavy drum and guitar intro to "Still Fly" by The Devil Wears Prada kicks in over the speakers, and the fans get loud when they see "The Wildcard" JT Midas step out onto the entrance ramp. He bounces up and down with a smirk on his face, shaking his wrists loose as the fans cheer the popular bad guy. JT slaps himself in the face a couple times before throwing his arms up and shouting, "Turn down for what?!" The crowd chants along with JT, who makes his way down the ramp with spring in his step.

Justin: Introducing first, from New Orleans Louisiana, weighing in at 210ibs JT MIDAS!

He leaps up to the ring apron, bouncing side to side as the adrenaline flows through his veins. He steps over the middle rope, entering the ring as the fans cheer and chant his name. JT rushes to the far turnbuckle, leaping to the second rope and throwing up his arms, beckoning a louder reaction from the audience. After a moment of pandering, he hops down, awaiting the start of his match.

Simone: JT has been impressive since his debut but he faces a tall order tonight.

Adams: Kain's looked better than ever since his return and either man could be a strong contender for your title Bruce.

Blaque Hart: Doesn't matter who I face, I'll still walk out as champion!

Justin: And his opponent!

The lights in the arena goes down as the low-sounding guitar riff from Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" plays and a lone spotlight is placed on the top of the entrance ramp, right at the enter. Once the guitars and drums pick up noise and the song starts to play its tune, a platform rises from the bottom and the crowd recognizes Kain and his love, Ariel. The crowd cheers wildly for Kain as Saliva's frontman, Josey Scott, sings his lyrics, boasting of a show that no one has ever seen before. Kain looks around the arena, smiles briefly at both sides of the crowd, then stares down the ring and locks on to his game face.

Justin: From Detroit, Illinois, weighing in at 240ibs he is the King of Kings Kain!

Blaque Hart: King of Morons more like it.

Bruce mutters under his breath, apparently forgetting that he still has his headset on, whilst Kain snarls with rage and he walks down the ramp with intent and purpose, thinking of the fight ahead of him. He feels the warm presence of Ariel's hand as the couple walk, side-by-side, but his mind is focused on the carnage tonight. Once they reach the bottom, Ariel goes behind Ariel, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is now shown from head to toe as the camera gets a great look at his incredible physique. The women couldn't help but gawk at his body while the men couldn't help but be awe in what they are seeing now. Ariel hands the black robe over to a nearby ring attendant, directly to her right, then gets pulled in by Kain, who embraces her in a deep kiss. Ariel returns the kiss and the arena's noise got louder than before. Kain breaks off the kiss, bows to his queen, then turns away and walks up the steps and places both hands near the end the end of the top rope. He then hops on the top floor and performs a forward somersault before landing on the ground. As he lands, flaming pyro explodes from all corners of the ring as the lights grow back on. Climbing on each turnbuckle, he raises his right, clenched fist in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd.

Simone: Even as confident as you are you can't honestly underestimate Kain that much.

Adams: He's a former champion for Christ's sake!

Blaque Hart: Emphasis on former, now are you actually going to call the action or am I going to have to do your job for you?

Simone: Action?

Adams: Oh crap, he's right, JT just got the jump on Kain!

Kain doesn't get a chance to hop off the turnbuckle as JT charges at him and connects with a dropkick that sends him to the outside, Holly Wood promptly calls for the bell and starts counting Kain out as the former champion recovers on the outside.

Simone: There's no way he'll be counted out this early.

Blaque Hart: I don't know, he has bailed out on something good before.

Adams: You mean when he went on hiatus from SCW don't you?

JT leaves the ring and picks up Kain just as Holly reaches the count of five, however Kain surprises him with an uppercut before whipping him into the barricade and then into the ring, Kain climbs up onto the apron before climbing to the top rope.

Simone: Kain's a well-rounded wrestler but he normally sticks to brawling.

Blaque Hart: Who cares? I'm better at everything he can do!

Adams: Better not let Kain hear you say that!

Blaque Hart: Do I look like I give a fuck?

Kain positions himself for a moonsault but JT leaps up the turnbuckle and wraps his arms around Kain's waist obviously hoping to hit a German Suplex from the top rope, Kain tries to fight out of the attempt but it's no use as JT is able to send him flying across the ring with a Release German Suplex from the top rope.

Simone: JT just sent Kain flying.

Blaque Hart: If I was fighting JT then he wouldn't have gotten the chance to, Kain wasted too much time climbing the turnbuckle.

Adams: JT's going for the cover!

1....2.....and Kain kicks out just in time, Kain sits up after the pin but this gives JT a chance to lock in a Sleeper Hold in an attempt to keep control of the match, unfortunately for JT Kain landed near the ropes and JT is forced by Holly to break the hold when Kain gets his foot on the bottom rope, JT lets go of the hold but is too interested in arguing with Holly to try again.

Blaque Hart: Two mistakes in a row by JT, who's surprised? Not me!

Simone: You don't have a high opinion of the competitors in this match, aren't you?

Blaque Hart: You just noticed? I thought Jason was meant to be the dumbass.

Adams: No that's Mar.....HEY!

Holly maintains her ground against JT who eventually shakes his head before turning around.....only to be met with a punch and kick combo from Kain that ends with his two signature moves, the Whirlwind Fist and the Cyclone Kick.

Blaque Hart: Psst, I know at least ten ways to counter both of those moves.

Simone: Let me guess, by dodging them?

Blaque Hart: How'd you guess?

Adams: Anyway it looks like Kain's going for the Malice!

Kain waits for JT to get to his feet before trying to hit the Malice, however JT shoves him off before waiting for Kain to get to his feet, when he does Kain turns around only to be met with a brutal looking Superkick by JT.

Blaque Hart: Kain's dumb finishing move may have just cost him the match!

Simone: Not the exact words I would've used but still true.

Blaque Hart: That's because I'm smarter than you,

Adams: Leave her alone!

JT goes for a cover 1....2....and Kain kicks out!

Simone: How did Kain kick out of that?!

Blaque Hart: By kicking up his legs to end the pin-fall.

Adams: I'm pretty sure that was rhetorical.

Blaque Hart: And I'm pretty sure that you are idiots!

JT pounds the matt in frustration before getting another idea and heading to the top rope, Kain is starting to get to his feet himself as JT climbs up the turnbuckle and once Kain's on his feet JT leaps looking for a high cross body......but Kain leaps and hits his other finisher in mid-air bringing the Swedish crowd to their feet!

Simone: OH MY GOD!

Adams: KAIN JUST COUNTERED THAT CROSS BODY WITH THE QUICKENING!

Blaque Hart: I have to admit, that was pretty good.

JT drops like a sack of potatoes and Kain goes for the cover 1.....2.....3!!!

Justin: Here is your winner, KAIN!

Simone: Good match and a spectacular ending.

Adams: What do you think Bruce?

Blaque Hart: I think I've wasted enough time with you idiots.

Bruce removes his headset before leaving with his title, Kain spots him at ringside and points to him before motioning that he wants the title, Bruce shakes his head before leaving the ringside area and Kain soon follows him alongside his manager.




INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP
Blaque Hart Bruce Evans (c) vs. Kain




The scene opens on the backstage area where we find Necra after her match. She was bruised and bloodied but it didn't matter something wasn't right. Her stomach had been upset all week and she couldn't figure out why. The ring doctor looks her over as a small timer goes off. The young woman doctor smiles as Necra looks up.

Necra: Well?

Doctor: You're fine. But if I were you I wouldn't do anything to strenuous for the next nine months.

Necra looks at the doctor with wide eyes and puts a hand to her head.

Necra: Are you sure?

Doctor: Yes Miss Kane. I had to make sure. I tested your blood three times because I found something strange and I guess that's what it was. Congratulations is in order.

Necra: Yeah... I guess so.

Doctor: I'm sure everything will be fine Miss Kane. You're young and we'll off.

Necra: Yeah I will be. Thank you.

Necra gets up from where she sits and heads out into the hallway where Ex was waiting.

Ex: Well are you clear to leave?

Necra: Yeah I am... I have something to tell you...

Ex: What is it?

The two of them walk down the hallway and toward the back door and Ex stops when Necra tells him the news. He picks her up and spins her around before putting her back on the ground. They kiss and head out the door as the scene fades to black.




Once again, the large video screen flickers to life and once again, the screen is filled with Sean Jackson and his wife Pamela Duke-Jackson. With a hearty smile on their faces, Sean decides to once again, *give his response to Gabriel

Jackson: Okay, okay. Apparantly there's been a problem with the way that I've been responding to Gabriel's demands for an answer. Well let me tell you all something, I could be an arrogant ass and just not give him an answer, period.

Sean points towards the camera.

Jackson: After all, it was that arrogant ass who slithered his way in and stole MY TITLE. So from one arrogant ass to another...

Once again Sean turns and faces his wife.

Jackson: Here is the only response that sonofabitch deserves.

Once again, Sean and Pamela engages in a very sensual five second kiss before parting lips. Then they stroll off camera as Marshall Owens takes their place.

Marshall: Oh and by the way Mr. Stevens. That too, was given with the utmost of respect.

The screen fades to black.




Backstage, a close up shot of the SCW World Tag Team Championship belts are seen on display on a wooden pedestal. The camera draws back and Christian Underwood is standing beside the pedestal, against a backdrop of the SCW brand logo.

Christian: Ladies and gentlemen, as you all know, tragedy struck not all that long ago when Caleb Houston was involved in an accident that has removed him from active competition. We have no updates at the moment on when or if he will be returning, but we here at Sin City Wrestling wish him the speediest of recoveries. That being said, his partner, JT Midas, has stepped forward and willingly surrendered the World Tag Team Championship belts, which he shared with Caleb, and you see here. The titles are, of course, now vacant and after much discussion, we have decided that in order to fill these vacant titles, at Blaze of Glory IV, the team of R.O.A.R. will face the team of the Dying Breed to determine the brand new World Tag Team Champions. We want to wish all four men the best of luck, and whoever wins we are certain will do the tag team division proud. Thank you.




Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas, as per usual, stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on hips, and overlooking the crowd. The bell sounds and the camera pans around the arena once more and then cuts to the ring announcer as he lifts his microphone for the pre-match introductions.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a non-title match, scheduled for one fall to a finish! Introducing first, making her way down the aisle, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds, she is the current Bombshell Roulette Champion -- Mercedes VARGAS!

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

Simone: Mercedes Vargas has been without a doubt one of the corner stones of the Bombshell division here in Sin City Wrestling. Two-time World Tag Team Champion. Current reigning Roulette Champion, and a damn near spotless record.

Adams: The only thing she hasn't gotten on her record is the Internet title and World Bombshell title.

Simone: And given the track record she's shown, I wouldn't be surprised to see Vargas win either in the coming year.

Justin: Her opponent in this non-title match hails from Cardiff, Wales, weighing 147 pounds -- NATALIE MCKINLEY!

"Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl begins to play over the PA system, which is the cue for a smiling Natalie McKinley to walk through the curtains, and out onto the stage. After taking a moment to scan the cheering crowd, Natalie makes her way towards the ring, and as she does so, she slaps the hands of some of the fans that reach out to her, before breaking into a jog, that culminates with her leaping up onto the ring apron. Natalie then steps through the ropes, and walks to the centre of the ring, from where she again surveys the crowd. Buoyed by the positive reaction that she has garnered from the fans, Natalie smiles wider, before she then turns her focus towards her opponent.

Adams: Boy she sure looks ready for this one, doesn't she?

Simone: She better be, because this match was booked because she asked for it. Plain and simple. Last week she told everyone she had her eyes on Mercedes' championship and the boss men figured they'd see how Natalie performed in the ring against the champ before they put the gold on the line.

Mercedes walks across the ring and holds her belt in the face of Natalie before calmly walking back over to her corner and sets it down on the mat. She turns about face to ready herself as Jasmine St. John calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

The two ladies come from out of their corners at the sound of the opening bell and begin to circle the perimeter of the ring, sizing one another up. Mercedes pauses for a moment to turn toward the crowd and she shouts harsh words towards a heckler in the front row of the crowd.

Adams: Can we use language like that?

Simone: Well we are live.

Mercedes then turns her attention back to Natalie and the two bombshells go to lock up in the middle of the ring, but Mercedes ducks aside and struts about the ring, tapping a finger to her temple as McKinley silently stews.

Simone: Mercedes looking to get into her opponent's head here.

Adams: An opponent actually got into my head once.

Simone: And I bet he died from loneliness when he did, too.

Adams: No he actually ... HEY!

Natalie steps up to get this match underway and Mercedes immediately ducks between the ropes and Jasmine is forced to intervene, stepping in between both women. Vargas wards Natalie away with her hand, and the referee backs McKinley off across the ring. Only when Jasmine steps back up to Vargas does she step back into the ring, smiling at Natalie.

Adams: Oh she is loving this, isn't she?

Simone: Mercedes Vargas does have a big advantage in experience and she seems to be enjoying toying with the rookie Natalie McKinley here.

Jasmine calls again for the lock up, and this time Mercedes complies, locking up collar and elbow with Natalie. This ends almost immediately as the powerhouse McKinley shoves Mercedes off, throwing her back against the ropes, much to the delight of the fans.

Adams: Oo the fans loved that show of strength!

Simone: Yes but Mercedes did not. She's complaining about a hair pull.

Indeed Mercedes is arguing with Jasmine, telling her that Natalie pulled her hair but Jasmine just rolls her eyes, not buying it. The official calls for another lock up and the two women comply, and Natalie backs Mercedes right up against the ropes, but this time a handful of hair allows Mercedes to turn the tables and back McKinley against the ropes. Natalie shouts about the hair pull but Mercedes lands a forearm shot against her chest. Mercedes then turned away and holds her arms out, bragging to the fans. She turns back around and ...

Adams: BAM!

Natalie lays her out with a forearm shot of her own!

Simone: Oh Natalie did not like that!

And immediately Mercedes breaks her momentum by rolling out of the ring before McKinley can get a hold of her. Jasmine backs a complaining Natalie away as a smiling and cool Mercedes walks around the ring, stalling while the crowd boos her. Jasmine gets Natalie back to her corner and then begins to issue a count against Vargas...

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Mercedes climbs back up onto the apron, but the moment Natalie makes a move for her, Mercedes drops back down to the floor. Natalie argues with the referee, as Vargas watches on with a wide smile.

Simone: Oh she is loving the effect she is having on the mind frame of Natalie McKinley.

The fans are all over Mercedes and she turns to argue with them, but this takes her attention away from the ring and Natalie ducks through the ropes and drops to the floor. She comes around after Mercedes but Vargas turns and sees her and goes to throw a right hand, but it is blocked and Natalie lands a right shot to the face, knocking Mercedes against the barricade!

Adams: Finally! Some action!

Natalie then slams Mercedes'' forehead against the apron and follows up by gorilla pressing the Roulette Champion above her head and she dumps her through the ropes and back inside of the ring!

Adams: What a show of strength!

Simone: Natalie is through playing with Mercedes Vargas! She wants her back in the ring!

Natalie rolls inside as well, but Mercedes catches her with a clubbing double axe handle across the back of the head! Mercedes pulls Natalie up to her feet in a corner and drives her shoulder into her stomach once, twice, three times. Landing a knife edge chop across her chest, Mercedes brings Natalie out of the corner for an Irish whip but Natalie holds on and reverses it, sending Mercedes into the far corner. Mercedes jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and leaps off backwards for a springboard cross body -- but the powerhouse Natalie catches her in mid-air and delivers a bone jarring power slam and right into a cover!

1.....
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Mercedes kicks out!

Adams: Yeah that didn't go like Mercedes wanted it!

Simone: Natalie McKinley has to be one of the strongest women in Sin City Wrestling so Mercedes Vargas has to be careful in how she deals with that disadvantage.

Natalie drags Mercedes up to her feet and fires her off again into the ropes and simply collides into her with a running vertical tackle, sending Vargas straight to her back on the mat. Natalie brings her up once again and sends her into the ropes, and this times nearly takes her head off with a clothesline that sends Vargas into a tailspin! Natalie backs up a step and then jumps up and lands full on Vargas with a body splash for another cover!

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But she is too close to the ropes as Mercedes drapes her foot across the bottom rope, thus breaking the count.

Natalie pulls her to her feet again and Irish whips her into the far corner and charges in, jumping for an avalanche, but Mercedes moves out of the way and Natalie hits the corner and tumbles out and to the floor!

Simone: And right there is the experience factor! Mercedes Vargas lures Natalie in and that was the end result.

Adams: Nat' may not even be able to get back into the ring.

Jasmine tells Mercedes to stand aside as she begins to issue her count against Natalie.

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Natalie manages to pull herself to her feet and turns around, and the athletic Mercedes Vargas literally dives up and over Jasmine herself, over the top rope, and crashes right into Natalie McKinley, wiping her out!

Adams: Sweet!

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! *claps* THAT WAS AWESOME!

Simone: I could not have put it any better myself! The crowd might not like Mercedes Vargas but they appreciate talent and the champion has that in spades!

Although rattled, Mercedes gets to her feet, pulling McKinley up along with her while Jasmine has renewed her count.

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Mercedes rolls Natalie back inside and comes right in after her. Mercedes grabs Natalie's arm, twists it around, steps in and rolls her up with a La Magistral cradle.

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Natalie kicks out!

Natalie tries to fight her way to her feet, but Mercedes ends that with a quick poke to the eyes, then backs her into the near corner and presses her boot against her throat in a choke. Jasmine starts counting against her and a cocky Mercedes counts right along with her!

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Mercedes then breaks before she can be disqualified, and smiles at Jasmine, reminding her that she has a count of five to break. Mercedes grabs Natalie and snapmares her over, using her hair as a handle, then races off the far side of the ring and slams into her with a baseball sliding dropkick! Mercedes covers her again, and this time hooks the leg.

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Natalie kicks out, heaving Vargas off of her!

Adams: Now THAT was a kick out!

Mercedes jumps to her feet and gets right in Jasmine's face, arguing about the 'slow count'. Jasmine insists that it was a count of two and Vargas shoves the referee back, and Jasmine answers this by shoving her right back!

Adams: Oh Jasmine St. John is one referee that you do NOT try to intimidate!

Simone: And that stupid arguing is costing Mercedes!

A fuming Mercedes Vargas turns around and finds Natalie back on her feet -- and she walks right into a bear hug! Mercedes cries out as Natalie squeezes for all she's worth -- until Mercedes bell claps her ears, breaking the hold! Mercedes snapmares her over again, and this time locks her opponent in a combination body scissors/dragon sleeper!

Simone: This may be it! Natalie McKinley may have no other choice but to tap out.

Jasmine checks as Mercedes strains to put everything she has into the hold, but Natalie refuses to give Vargas the satisfaction of submitting. Instead, Natalie uses the strength in her legs to push up, pressing Vargas's shoulders into the mat!

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And Mercedes is forced to let go to keep from being pinned!

Vargas gets to her feet quickly as Natalie rolls to her hands and knees, and Mercedes spring boards off of the ropes to catch McKinley across the back of the head with a guillotine leg drop! Mercedes rolls her over onto her back again for the cover...

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Natalie gets her shoulder up!

Simone: The rookie does not want to give up!

Mercedes screams in frustration and pounds the mat with her fists! She jumps to her feet and drags Natalie up into a front facelock. Mercedes attempts a vertical suplex, but McKinley blocks it. She tries a second time and again it is blocked. Natalie then counters and hauls Mercedes up into the air and holds her there, upside down, as the fans count...

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

And Natalie brings her crashing down with the delayed vertical suplex!

Simone: That may have been Mercedes' only mistake in this match, trying for a power move against Natalie McKinley!

Both women are down on the mat, hurt and gulping in oxygen as Jasmine counts them out...

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Mercedes is the first to her feet and she slowly backs up the near corer until she is perched on the middle turnbuckle. Natalie soon returns to her feet and as she turns around, Mercedes jumps for a hurricanrana, but Natalie catches her and turns it into a capture suplex, throwing her up and over to the mat! The crowd comes to life once again as Natalie is back on her feet, stalking the fallen champion!

Adams: Mercedes is in trouble!

Simone: She had best be grateful her title isn't up for grabs here!

Natalie remains behind her opponent as she gets back up, and Natalie grabs her in wheel barrow position and heaves her up and drives her face-first into the mat! Natalie rolls her over and cradles her!

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2.....
Mercedes gets her shoulder up!

Natalie Irish whips her into the ropes and ducks for a back drop but Vargas leapfrogs over her. Mercedes then comes off the far side of the ring and Natalie lays her out with a discus clothesline!

Simone: What a shot!

Natalie covers her again and hooks both legs!

1.....
2.....
3 - NO! Vargas kicks out!

Adams: Oh that was TOO close!

Simone: And that is also why Mercedes Vargas is the reigning champion!

Natalie looks pleadingly at Jasmine who shakes her head and holds up two fingers only. Natalie drags Mercedes roughly to her feet and sends her crashing hard into the far corner, then charges in but Mercedes sees her coming and counters with a Pendulum kick!

Simone: There is still life in Mercedes Vargas!

Natalie staggers back, stumbling and holding her head as Mercedes quickly goes to the top! Mercedes then dives off towards her, but Natalie catches her! She heaves Vargas onto her shoulders and tosses her off --

Adams: Taff Valley driver!

Vargas is driven into the mat and Natalie covers her, hooking the near leg!

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

The bell rings and the crowd goes nuts!

Adams: She did it! She did it!

Justin: The winner of the match ... NATALIE MCKINLEY!

The fans cheer as Jasmine holds a beaming Natalie's arm aloft as Mercedes remains on the mat, holding her head and trying to come to!

Simone: Natalie McKinley has done it! She has defeated the Bombshell Roulette Champion and earned a title shot at Blaze of Glory IV!




TAG TEAM MATCH FOR THE VACANT WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
R.O.A.R. (Big Tiger Jeremiah Hardin and Dark Tiger Sebastian Hardin) vs. Dying Breed (Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell)




Once again the large video screen comes to life, and once again the screen is filled with the duo of Sean and Pamela Jackson.

Simone: Oh brother, here we go again.

Adams: We're siblings?

Simone: No Jason, it's a...nevermind.

Jackson: What's the matter Gabs, you don't like games? I thought someone like you would love mind games, that you would even appreciate the way I've had you hanging on every video moment I could present.

Once again smiles are abound with Sean and Pamela. They leave very little doubt that they're enjoying the multiple opportunities to stick it to the world champion.

Jackson: Come on Gabs, you can give but not receive? No, there won't be any double standards played here you egotistical mother f...

Pamela touches his shoulder, causing him to keep from losing his composure. After a brief moment, he returns to addressing Gabriel.

Jackson: You played games with me, stealing my world championship at your own leizure. Well now it's my turn, now I get to play games with you. You decided that you were going to strike when it best served you...

There is a coldness to Sean Jackson now. Even though he's smiling slightly, there's a bit of contempt bleeding out, no matter how real or fake he's trying to hide it.

Jackson: Well now it's my turn.

Once again, Sean turns to face his wife Pamela. As they are leaning in to kiss, Sean stops. He then turns to face the camera.

Jackson: You know what Gabriel, I've decided that you're no longer worthy of a respectful answer. You're not even worthy to step into the ring with the likes of Drexel Matheson and myself. But in case you haven't figured it out yet, as soon as I beat Drexel tonight...you WILL get your answer. But it will be in the manner that I decide to give it and believe me Gabs, my response WILL be lights out.

With that, Sean and Pamela walk away...once again leaving only the SCW banner hanging in the background. A brief moment later, Marshall Owens steps into view. He then smiles and prepares to say something, but stops. Instead of speaking, he simply steps off screen in the ultimate act of disrespect. The attention then shifts back to Belinda and Jason.

Simone: There's no way that Gabriel will take that insult.

Adams: Oh man, that main event is going to rock.




Backstage at the Hovet, an interesting scene is being, well, seen. In a large meeting room, SCW Co-Owner Christian Underwood stands at the forefront of the room, next to a Lottery cage wheel with several plastic balls inside. Seated next to him as if she owned the place, is the reigning Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion, Delia Darling (if you must). And in her own mind, she does. Draped across her lap is the gold and jewel encrusted World Bombshell title belt.

However this is not where the main interest lies, as gathered before the pair, many seated in chairs and others standing along the walls to the left and right and at the back of the room, is every Bombshell employed by SCW;

Amy Marshall. Crystal Hilton. Desiree Drake. Gothika. Raynin. Candy Overton. Newcomer Desiree Parker. Jade Manendez-Arcador. Keira Fisher. Roxi Johnson. Cynthia Warren. Traci Patterson. Trishelle Jordan. Jessie Salco. Twisted Sister. Veronica Taylor. Torielle Jackson And Chanelle Martinez. And others. Chatter of speculation is verbally running rampant between the gathered allies and enemies when Christian clears his throat to gather the attention of the women present and slowly the talking subsides and they tun their attention to the boss.

Christian: Alright ladies, I imagine that all of you are probably wondering why I had all of you gathered here, right now, in the middle of the show.

A voice calls out from somewhere in the gathered females...

"Take it off!"

"Show us your wang!"

Laughter erupts from the women and Christian rolls his eyes and sighs.

Christian: Yeah. Maybe later. But first we deal with the reasons why you're here, and it has to do with this woman right beside me.

He motions to Delia who is all but oblivious to what is happening before her. Her attentions are more in tune to the smart phone in her hand and her latest text from the world of fashion. Christian waits to see if she is going to say something -- anything -- but soon gives up and turns back to address the women.

Christian: The reason you're here is because, due to the Blast From the Past tournament and just about every champion being entered, Mark, Erik and I were unable to come to a mutual conclusion as to who would be opposing Delia at Blaze of Glory IV for the World Bombshell Championship.

"So what, she gets the show off!?"

Christian: If she were to get the show off, she wouldn't be here right now and neither would any of you! No, Erik and Mark discussed it with yours truly and yes, the title does in fact need to be defended as is our Supercard tradition.

To this, Delia proves she is listening somewhat as she glances up from the screen of her smart phone and huffs, obviously in the belief that she should get the show off.

Christian: So we decided that since we couldn't agree on a single name, that we would give everyone a fair and equal chance to challenge Delia here for the title. We put the names of every woman in Sin City Wrestling in this wheel, and Delia herself will draw the name of her soon-to-be challenger for the grand prize. This way, everyone has an equal shot at walking into Blaze of Glory IV as the challenger for the world title. Sound good?

Murmurs of ascent ring throughout the room as the women voice their agreement of opinions, and few, if any, are heard disagreeing with this verdict. At that, Christian starts to crank the handle on the side of the wheel cage, causing it to spin and the plastic balls to tumble over and over. Delia finally clicks ff of her smart phone and stands up, joining Christian.

He stops turning the cage and opens the small door, then steps back. Delia slings the championship belt over her shoulder and thrusts her hand into the depths of all the plastic balls and removes a single one, passing it to Christian's waiting hand. He pops the ball open and removes a slip of paper and looks at it -- then arches a brow. Delia leans over to look at the name and immediately bursts out laughing.

Christian: .... Miss Minnie?

Groans of dissent and disappointment start up as the midget personal assistant of 'Hot Stuff' pumps her fists.

Miss Minnie: Yes!

Christian clears his throat and looks at the small chair where the even smaller woman is seated on.

Christian: I thought Mark told you that you weren't eligible. I'm going to pretend that your name 'accidentally' got entered.

Miss Minnie huffs and crosses her arms in a classic pout. With a nod of his head, Christian instructs Delia too pick another name, and the champion, her giggle fit slowly beginning to subside, sticks her hand into the wheel again and removes another ball. She hands this one, too, to Christian and he opens it and removes the slip of paper. Whatever he sees, he nods in satisfaction as Delia takes a look, then yawns with a mighty indifference.

Christian: Ladies, the lucky Bombshell who will be challenging Delia for the World Championship is....

He turns the slip of paper around so they can see.

Christian: Amy Marshall!

The camera immediately sets upon the delighted, smiling face of Amy Marshall as those she calls friends congratulate her for this golden opportunity, and those she does not see eye-to-eye with, grumbles in dismay.

Christian: Amy, congratulations and good luck!




WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP
Delia Darling (c) vs. Amy Marshall




Justin: The following contest is your main event of the evening, introducing first, your referee.

"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. He passes the title outside of the ring as Justin continues his intros.

Justin: And your first contestant...

The arena lights dim when the music of Hanz Zimmer "My Enemy" begins to play, the crowd look towards the entrance ramp in anticipation, the curtain is pulled aside by the sociopathic loner known as Matheson. He stands in front of the entrance with his arms raised up to his side, glancing around at the audience in attendance whilst doing so, Matheson lowers his arms and begins his slow walk towards the ring.

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

Matheson walks around the ring before rolling underneath the bottom rope, getting up to his feet he walks over to the side of the ring and raises his arms again, the crowd give him a mixed reaction from that side of the auditorium. Matheson walks across the ring and raises his arms again, the crowd give their reaction towards the inhuman monstrum. He walks over to his corner to take his leather jacket and tied plaid shirt off his waist, handing it to the timekeeper through the ropes before sitting down in corner with his head resting on the second turnbuckle awaiting the start of the match.

Justin: And his opponent...

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

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

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

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

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

The Mental Rapist

Through the crimson mist, the fans can see two people making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena erupts into boos as the two people are quickly recognized as Sean Jackson and his wife Pamela Duke-Jackson. Jackson is motionless while Pamela moves to his side and plants a kiss on his cheek. Sean is completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Pamela finishes the kiss and turns towards the camera.

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

Justin: From Dallas, Texas, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, he is The Mental Rapist, he is Sean Jackson!

His face remains stoic as Vanessa and Marshall Owens step into view, taking up positions behind them. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.

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

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

Simone: This is gonna be one hell of a main event!

Gabriel looks at Jackson and Matheson, before calling for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Gabriel moves back and leans against the ropes as Matheson and Jackson meet in the middle of the ring. The two lock up in the ring, and Jackson pushes Matheson off from him, but Matheson jumps back in and locks up with Jackson. Matheson pushes Jackson off from him but Gabriel moves in between them.

Simone: What's he doing?

Gabriel fakes a yawn and moves his hands around, indicating to speed the match up, before looking at an invisible watch.

Adams: Clearly the referee not happy with the pace of the match.

Matheson pulls a hand back and nails Jackson in the face with a hard right before turning back to Gabriel with his hands out. Gabriel slowly claps Matheson's shot and steps out of the way. Matheson waits for Jackson to get on his hands and knees before charging at him and kicking him hard in the ribs. Jackson rolls over towards the ropes and Matheson stalks Jackson an plants another boot in to his ribs. Matheson pulls Jackson to his feet, catching him with a quick shot to the jaw and sending him leaning against the ropes. Matheson grabs Jackson by the wrist, whipping him off the ropes and stepping in to the middle of the ring. As Jackson returns, Matheson ducks his head but Jackson lifts his leg and kicks Matheson in the chest, Jackson runs towards the ropes again and charges back, but this time, Matheson lifts him over his shoulders with a back body drop.

Simone: Matheson is control here.

He pulls Jackson to his feet, taking him by the wrist and knocks him down with a hard short armed clothesline, the impact taking both men off their feet. Matheson pulls himself on top of Jackson, but Gabriel turns away from the action.

Simone: Hello! Pin attempt going on here.

Adams: Get the feeling Gabriel is still bitter at being beat by Matheson.

Gabriel turns around and slowly drops down to count.

1...
2...

Jackson kicks out.

Simone: He took his time getting down there to count.

Jackson gets to his feet and Matheson grabs his head, but Jackson cuts Matheson off with an elbow to the gut. Jackson pushes Matheson away and steps back before charging at him from behind and catching him with a spear to the knee. Matheson rolls around, holding the back of his leg as Jackson gets back on his feet. He moves towards Matheson and picks up his leg and starts to stomp behind the knee, three very accurate boots finding their way to Matheson's leg. Jackson pulls Matheson back to his feet and moves him towards the ropes, he picks Matheson up in the air and drops him throat first across the ropes. As Matheson bounces, Jackson charges at him with an amighty clothesline, taking both men over the top rope!

Adams: Both men could get counted out here.

Gabriel moves to the ropes, casually leaning out and looking at the two men, shrugging his shoulders.

Simone: Somehow, I don't think that's gonna be a problem.

Jackson and Matheson slowly get to their feet and Jackson strikes first with a shot to the eye. He takes Matheson by the wrist and whips him in to the steel steps, causing Matheson to flip over the steps. Jackson waits for Matheson to get back to his feet, running towards the steps and jumping on them, jumping towards Matheson, but Matheson catches him in the air and drops him over the ring barricades!

Simone: This is Matheson territory out here.

Jackson slumps with his back to the barricades and Matheson takes a deep breath before charging at Jackson and planting a knee to Jackson's head, the back of his head bouncing off the steel barricades!

Adams: He's gonna have a headache in the morning.

Simone: Jackson's give a lot of people headaches with a move just like that.

Gabriel continues to watch on, still not making a count. Matheson moves towards the steps and drags Jackson with him, standing in front of them and lifting Jackson in to a DDT position.

Simone: Any normal ref would have counted these two out by now or stopped this.

Adams: Any normal ref wouldn't have been waiting for a month to get an answer from Sean Jackson.

Matheson gets ready to drop Jackson on the steps but Jackson spins around and lifts Matheson on the steps with a northern lights suplex. Jackson stands up straight before rolling under the bottom rope and in to the ring. He pulls himself up and Gabriel moves in behind him, as if he's stalking Jackson.

Simone: What's Gabriel doing?

Jackson turns around and Gabriel straightens up, looking innocent as Jackson stares a hole right through him. Gabriel smiles and pats Jackson on the head but Jackson pushes Gabriel's hand away. Gabriel points to the badge on his shirt and smiles at Jackson again as Matheson slides in the ring behind Jackson.

Simone: Gabriel's doing this on purpose. He's given Matheson time to recover.

Matheson charges from behind but Jackson instictively moves out of the way, causing Matheson to almost crash in to Gabriel, but stops just before impact. Matheson and Gabriel stare intensely at each other but Jackson wraps his arms around Matheson and lifts him over with a German suplex!

Adams: Now Gabriel's distracted Matheson.

Simone: I don't think he cares who wins, he wants them to destroy each other.

Jackson pulls Matheson to his feet and lifts him on to his shoulders and drops him with a Death Valley driver. Jackson moves over Matheson and goes for the cover, but Gabriel stands and looks down at him. Jackson yells towards Gabriel, who sighs deeply before dropping down and making the count.

1...
2...

Matheson gets a shoulder up.

Simone: If he got any slower getting down to make that count, he would have stopped and gone backwards.

Jackson fires a stern look towards Gabriel who ignores in and moves towards the corner. Jackson pulls Matheson to his feet and grabs Matheson by the head and charges him towards the corner Gabriel is in. Gabriel side steps and Jackson tosses Matheson shoulder first in to the ring post. Jackson lifts up Matheson's legs and kicks him in the gut before roughly throwing him to the canvas. Jackson moves in close but Matheson takes him down with a drop toehold. Matheson springs to his feet and drops an elbow across Jackson head. Matheson pulls Jackson to his feet and puts him in a side headlock before charging and nailing him with a running bulldog.

Simone: Matheson back in control here.

Matheson pulls Jackson to his feet once more and starts to jab at Jackson, catching him with three jabs to the jaw before spinning around and catching him with a discus clothesline. Gabriel slides out of the ring and moves over to grab a chair.

Simone: He doesn't need to bring a chair in to the ring.

Adams: Maybe he's tired.

Gabriel sets the chair up and sits down on it.

Adams: Told ya! I was right, ner ner ner ner ner.

Matheson stands next to Jackson and jumps in the air, catching him with a jumping legdrop across the throat! Matheson goes for the cover and Gabriel sigh as he slides off the chair to count.

1...
2...

Jackson kicks out.

Simone: The ref didn't look happy at having to move for that count.

Adams: You sound like a football fan, English or American football, always moaning about the ref.

Matheson stays on the attack with stomps over Jackson's body before pulling him up to his feet. He nails Jackson with an uppercut to the jaw and pulls him in close, lifting him over with a belly to belly suplex. Matheson runs towards Jackson as Jackson returns to his feet, but Jackson ducks his head and lifts Matheson in the air and drops him with a Samoan drop.

Adams: Can never count Sean Jackson out, not that Gabriel would want to as we proved earlier.

Jackson quickly cover Matheson, and Gabriel sighs again as he moves to make the count.

1...
2...

Matheson pushes Jackson off.

Simone: Jackson nearly took that one.

Jackson yells at Gabriel to count faster but Gabriel laughs at Jackson as both men stand up. Gabriel and Jackson stand face to face.

Adams: Gasoline meet spark.

Jackson holds three finger up to Gabriel, but Gabriel fires back with just a middle finger.

Simone: That's disrespectful.

Jackson pulls a hand back, but Matheson returns to his feet and grabs Jackson around the waist but Jackson throws an elbow backwards, catching Matheson on the jaw. Matheson stumbles backwards and Jackson points at Gabriel before turning to face Matheson. He grabs Matheson by the head and pulls him in close before lifting him up and dropping him with a high angled DDT. Matheson rolls over but Jackson pulls him to his feet and moves in behind him. He lifts Matheson up in a torture rack position before dropping him with...

Simone: Hook 'em Horns Driver!

Jackson gets back to his feet, breathing heavy as he stalks Matheson. Matheson gets to his knees Jackson charges and connects the knee to the skull.

Simone: Game Called Due To Darkness!

Gabriel picks up the steel chair and waits for Jackson to turn back towards Matheson for the pin. As Jackson turns around, Gabriel nails him with the chair.

Simone: Son of a bitch!

Jackson falls next to the ropes and Gabriel grabs Matheson, pulling him over Jackson and drops for the count.

1...
2...

Jackson puts his foot on the ropes but Gabriel looks at it with a smirk as he slams his hand down again.

3!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match.... Drexel Matheson!

Simone: Gabriel just screwed Sean Jackson!

As Jackson and Matheson breath hard on the floor, Gabriel moves to Justin Decent, pulling the microphone out of his hand. He walks towards Sean, standing over him as he feels the effects of a hard fought match.

Gabriel: I've been a patient man Sean. I've been a man with the patience of a saint lately, but even tonight, you asked me to ask you again Sean and I did, yet still you piss around, playing your little games to get inside my head. Now it's my turn Sean.

Gabriel looks towards the outside of the ring, where four burly men appear and grab hold of Pamela

Simone: That's Sean's wife!

Adams: Oh God.

Gabriel turns to Sean as he looks up on his knee but Gabriel blasts him with a kick to the face! The four men pull Pamela in to the ring.

Gabriel: You see Sean, it dawned on me. If you want to play with the puppet, you have to spend a little time with the puppet master and this is the woman who's hand her hand up your arse to control you, so this is the person I need to get up close with.

Gabriel points to two of the men, and to Jackson, and the men move towards him, lifting him up on his feet and holding his arms behind his back. The other two men drag Pamela in front of Gabriel.

Gabriel: Now Pamela, I want you to know that this is nothing person against you, but this is all about me and what I want, not what you want and it's all been about what you want, hasn't it? It's always about what you want for him.

Gabriel points towards Sean.

Gabriel: That changes sweetheart, because it's now about what I want.

The two men turn a strugging Pamela towards Sean, and Gabriel wraps his arm around her neck and holds her in a reverse DDT position. Sean struggles and kicks out, but the men continue to hold him in place. Gabriel uses his free arm to lift the mic to his lips.

Gabriel: How's it feel Sean? How's it feel to bring people's wives in to things, like you did before I took your title. How's it feel to try and play your little games and now I have the power. You thought you could take the power from me by keeping me waiting for an answer, well now I have the power, because I can break your wife's neck at any time I want. Are you ready to give me that answer Sean?

Gabriel looks at Sean, trying to fight off the men holding him.

Gabriel: Maybe you need a little more encouragement.

Gabriel looks over his shoulder towards Pamela.

Gabriel: Scream for me baby!

Gabriel pulls back on the hold, while holding the microphone towards Pamela's mouth. She lets out an almighty scream, echoing around the arena and causing Sean to skirm more. Gabriel pulls the microphone away and back to his lips.

Gabriel: Game's over Sean, time for your answer.

Gabriel hands the microphone to one of the men next him, who walk toward Sean holding the microphone in front of him. The two men let Sean go as he's handed the mic but all four stand between Sean and Gabriel, still holding Pamela.

Sean: You want an answer Gabriel?

Sean's face has gone fifty shades of red. The one thing that he would never tolerate is anyone putting their hands on Pamela. He moves from side to side, looking for a way to get beyond the monsterous mass in front of him. Failing to see an opening, his eyes narrow and his fists begin to shake.

Sean: You want an answer?

His voice is cracking, a heavy flood of anger is sweeping all over him.

Sean: Okay, here's my answer.

Sean goes to turn away, much as he's done over the past several weeks, but then stops. He turns back towards Gabriel and with no further hesitation.

Sean: YOU GOT IT.

He's completely raging in the middle of the ring.

Sean: When you weaseled your way in and stole my belt, I thought that I would have a little bit of fun. Well now, you're damned right, playtime is over. You want a match, YOU GOT A MATCH. Now get your filthy hands off of my wife.

Simone: Sean Jackson has accepted!

Gabriel drops Pamela and moves away from her as Sean drops the microphone, bursting through the four men and towards his wife. Gabriel moves around him and pics the mic from the floor and holds it to his lips.

Gabriel: You hear that Christian, get your arse down here now with a contract, make this shit official before this worthless piece of shit changes his damn mind!

Christian Underwood rushes from the back, a clipboard and pen in his hand. He reaches the ring and quickly gets in the ring, handing the contract and pen to Gabriel. Gabriel signs the contract and pushes it back in Christian's direction. Christian glares at Gabriel as Gabriel moves the mic to his lips.

Gabriel: Make him sign it!

Gabriel points towards Sean Jackson and Christian moves over to him and puts it in front of him.

Gabriel: Sign it you coward or I will make your wife scream again, louder than she ever did with you.

Anger crosses Jackson's face as he stands up, and holds the pen, he places it down and starts to write, but before he can finish off writing, Matheson nails him from behind with a hard shot to the head, knocking Jackson down to canvas.

Simone: What the hell?

Matheson picks up the clipboard and pen and looks at a confused Gabriel, before signing his name on it.

Adams: Did Matheson just...?

Matheson puts the clipboard back in to Christian Underwood's hands and drops out of the ring, moving up the ramp. Gabriel instantly moves towards Christian in the ring. Christian takes the microphone out of Gabriel's hands.

Christian: We have a signature from Gabriel, half a signature from Sean Jackson, but I'm counting that one, and a signature from Drexel Matheson. Ladies and gentlemen, looks like at Blaze of Glory IV, Gabriel will defend the SCW World Heavyweight Championship against Sean Jackson.

Gabriel smiles.

Christian: And Drexel Matheson!

Gabriel's face drops as he leans in to Christian, his voice can be heard clearly.

Gabriel: The fuck? You can't do that! I want Jackson one on one, just cause he signed his name on there, doesn't mean it he can waltz in to my big moment!

Christian: It does.

Gabriel: He don't deserve it! Who the hell has he beat to get this shot?

Christian smirks.

Christian: You two!

Gabriel grits his teeth as Christian turns around, raising the contract above his head and exiting the ring.

Simone: You heard it, two weeks time, Gabriel will defend against Sean Jackson and Drexel Matheson! We're out of time here, we'll see you in Denmark in two weeks time for Blaze Of Glory IV! G'night everyone!




Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Vixen, Dustin, Wong, The Lord MK, Andy, Shipman, Mete, Natalie McKinley, Jenny, Necra, Sean Jackson, Owen James. Also to Vixen for the great match banners and to everyone who is a part of SCW.