Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of Club ALCATRAZ in Milan, Italy. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites. The energy is at an obvious fever pitch when Justin Decent, standing inside of the ring alongside famed Italian singer, Emma Marrone.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Christian Underwood, Mark Ward, Erik Staggs and everyone in Sin City Wrestling, we would like to welcome you to the famed Club ALCATRAZ in Milan, Italy for Climax Control!

The fans in attendance cheer!

Justin: Now to sing the Italian National Anthem, please help me welcome ... Emma Marrone!

The fans are on their feet, cheering the famed Italian recording artist! Justin passes the house microphone to his and as the music begins to play, Emma opens the show...

Emma: Fratelli d'Italia,
l'Italia s'è desta,
dell'elmo di Scipio
s'è cinta la testa.
Dov'è la Vittoria?
Le porga la chioma,
ché schiava di Roma
Iddio la creò.

Stringiamci a coorte,
siam pronti alla morte.
Siam pronti alla morte,
l'Italia chiamò.
Stringiamci a coorte,
siam pronti alla morte.
Siam pronti alla morte,
l'Italia chiamò! Sì!

Noi fummo da secoli
calpesti, derisi,
perché non siam popolo,
perché siam divisi.
Raccolgaci un'unica
bandiera, una speme:
di fonderci insieme
già l'ora suonò.

Uniamoci, amiamoci,
l'unione e l'amore
rivelano ai popoli
le vie del Signore.
Giuriamo far libero
il suolo natio:
uniti, per Dio,
chi vincer ci può?

Dall'Alpi a Sicilia
dovunque è Legnano,
ogn'uom di Ferruccio
ha il core, ha la mano,
i bimbi d'Italia
si chiaman Balilla,
il suon d'ogni squilla
i Vespri suonò.

Son giunchi che piegano
le spade vendute:
già l'Aquila d'Austria
le penne ha perdute.
Il sangue d'Italia,
il sangue Polacco,
bevé, col cosacco,
ma il cor le bruciò.

Tessete o fanciulle
bandiere e coccarde
fan l'alme gagliarde
l'invito d'amor.

The song ends and the crowd cheers! Emma smiles and takes a bow before she passes the house mic back to the hands of Justin Decent and is assisted from the ring as the show is set to begin!

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

Adams: And I can't wait till my pizza turns up... when in Italy and all that but you can call me Jason Adams.

Simone: We're in Milan, Italy tonight, with seven big matches and we start with two debuts.

Adams: Thaddeus Stone and Damian The Dark Defender both appeared last week, but tonight, they make in ring debuts. Which one of these two will start their SCW career off with a win?

Simone: Travis Nathaniel Andrews might be one of the most arrogant men to walk the face of the earth and he will be here tonight.

Adams: Tonight he's against the man that will always come back after being knocked down, a man who's trying to fire his way to the top, a man called Old Skool. Both men are desperate for the win and one will claim it tonight.

Simone: When it comes to bringing you supercard quality matches on Climax Control, we are the best and our next match proves that.

Adams: Two men with very impressive records will do battle over the SCW Internet championship as Kain defends his title against the rising star, Kris Halc. This is a huge opportunity for Halc but Kain has not lost since his return. This could steal the show.

Simone: More titles on the line as the Surf Boys defend the SCW Tag Team championship for the first ever time.

Adams: This is nt gonna be an easy one for them because their opponents is R.O.A.R and they will be looking to impress after The Renegades defeated them but can the Surf Boys do something they've never done and win three matches in a row?

Simone: Brutality is another feather in our bow in SCW and tonight, the Original Psycho himself will be bringing the brutality.

Adams: And no doubt his opponent, former SCW World Heavyweight champion Sean Jackson, will be bringing it back! Jackson will not back down from anyone, even though this is very much out of the former champs comfort zone. This has war written all over it!

Simone: So does the next match as Alex Kaelin puts the Roulette title on the line against REJECTS stable mate, Lord Raab.

Adams: Raab earned the right to a shot at Kaelin's title a while back it's coming to you live here tonight. Friends by day, but in a roulette rules by night. These guys are proud men, they will not be taking it easy on each other and there will be no finger of doom ending here!

Simone: Main event and we bring you one of the best as we have Clash of the Champions!

Adams: SCW Tag Team Champions, Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor are one of the most dominant teams SCW has ever seen, but their opponents, SCW Bombshell Internet champion Roxi Johnson and the muscles from the Valleys herself, SCW Roulette Champion, Natalie McKinley have been equalily dominant in their divsions. Tonight they clash, in what could be one of the best main events of the year.

Simone: Plus Hot Stuff Mark Ward is back in charge, and we're gonna hear from so many superstars.

Adams: So let's be like a circus and get this show on the road!




The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly boo and cheer as a huge guitar riff starts to play as this pryo's explode either side of the stage.

Adams: He's back!

Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro's to explode behind him and the fans react louder. Hot Stuff is wearing tight blue jeans and a red and black striped AC Milan football shirt. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and jumps over them, before running and jumping on to the ropes, his arms held high in the air, fans still booing and cheering. He drops down to the canvas and Justin hands him a microphone as the music fades out.

HS: If ever something was gonna pull me back to work my balls off again for SCW, it would be for a nightclub in Italy full of beautiful women.

The crowd cheer as Hot Stuff lowers his sunglasses.

HS: Steady on now, cause that could be the only cheer you give me for the rest of the night.

Hot Stuff uses his thumb to put the sunglasses back on.

HS: When I got that call from Christian, telling me him and Scotty were gonna play hide the pickle for the weekend... he really did use those words.... it was a sign, it was a sign that he'll be walking funny in the morning, but it was a sign from a business side too.

Hot Stuff slowly walks up and down the ring.

HS: I've been watching week after week, usually surrounded by alcohol and half naked women with fake tans, fake tits, bleached blonde hair and unnaturally whitened teeth, and so many things have come to my attention that made me wanna reach through the screen and start high fiving people with chairs, because the great roster I built, has started to become slack.

Hot Stuff's face looks completely serious as he slowly shakes his head.

HS: The truth is, so many have taken advantage of Christian's good nature, that the lunatics have started to take control of the asylum. You don't fear Christian as much as you fear me and so many have took advantage of it. So many have just done what they wanted and Christian has nodded like a bobblehead and let people get away with it... no more.

Hot Stuff takes off his sunglasses and hooks them over the front of his shirt.

HS: Now, let's start with something that I've been hounded with the last couple of weeks, the subject of The Mean Girls and their attack on Twisted Sister. Obviously you guys was watching the show where Twisted Sister scared Delia, burning her face. Now, while it's true that I was the one that hired Twisted Sister, I was not here in charge at the time, nor was I here at the time of The Mean Girls getting a spot of revenge. I'm here now, and here's my judgement on the whole thing.

Hot Stuff pauses for dramatic effect.

HS: There will be no repercussions against the Mean Girls at all.

The crowd boo wildly, but Hot Stuff ignores the boos.

HS: Twisted Sister fired the first shot, why shouldn't there be revenge? The simple fact that the bombshell roster is up in arms about them shows me they're doing their job right. Instead of moaning and bitching about them, how about you step up and try to take the attention off them?

The unpopular words cause boos to come from the crowd.

HS: This is the thing, you all want to be champions but prefer to go on social media and moan about things instead. Speaking of my champions, I'm disappointed in them too.

Adams: No one's safe tonight, I better start doing my job better.

HS: When you get an SCW title belt, you should be proud of it. Booked or not, you should be here showing it off to the fans, and it pisses me off that half my champions are sitting on their arse at home instead of being here showing off their titles. It's another reason why Christian has been taken advantage of... that stops tonight.

Simone: What's he mean?

HS: If you have one of my championship belts, I expect you to be on my shows one way or the other. I expect you to be here talking to the people who pay your hard earned wages. You can choose to ignore me on this matter, but I wouldn't recommend it. This is my house and you play by my rules. If not, believe me, I will do everything in my power to make sure that the title belts go to those who deserve it and not to people who wanna sit at home with my gold.

Adams: I think he means show up with your title or get all hell thrown at ya.

HS: That pisses me off as much as people who try to book their own supercard matches...

Simone: This isn't gonna be good for someone.

HS: Like for example two ladies who decided to come out here and make a Bombshell internet championship match for the supercard without even coming to the people who mattered first.

Adams: Uh oh.

HS: Now Roxi, we had a chat on Twitter last night, and I promised you no one would get fired over your hot headed wife and I am a man of my word. No one will get fired, but you and Jessie Salco really should have throught this one through, because as charming and sweet as you are, I'm not as charming and sweet, I like to stick thorns in people's side. You and Jessie Salco will not be going one on one at the supercard.

The crowd instantly boo this choice.

Simone: Somewhere, Jessie Salco and Roxi Johnson are about to make a voodoo doll.

HS: Fear not, you will be in the ring with each other, but you will be in the ring with a third person, the person that will walk out with the Bombshell Internet Championship.... Mercedes Vargas!

Simone: This could backfire on Hot Stuff, both these women hate Mercedes Vargas.

Adams: Voodoo dolls probably just got put back in the box.

HS: I know you think I'm doing you both a favor by giving you a Mean Girl, but you won't think so when Mercedes walks out with the title. She's not there to do you two a favor, she's there to teach you a lesson. She's there to take the next step on her journey of claiming all SCW female titles. I would have gone about it a different way but what can I say, I like fucking with people. Promise kept Roxi, no one got fired.

An arrogant look appears on Hot Stuff's face.

HS: But I am hiring.

Adams: He is...

HS: Right now, I'm talking to someone about returning to SCW... A former bombshell...

Adams: Could it be?

HS: No, it's not Vixen, Odette or Misty.... hell, no one with a bun in the oven, but this woman has had great success everywhere she's been, including SCW and she will be on your screens soon. She is a big star and you will thank me later.

Simone: I have no clue who he's talking about.

HS: In fact...

All of a sudden "Burning Down The House" by the Used blasts out over the PA system, interrupting Hot Stuff, and the crowd lets out an enormous pop.

Adams: Oh my!

Simone: It's DRAKE GREEN! Drake Green is here in Milan!

The lights turn to a blue filter and the crowd jumps to their feet. They begin to cheer in anticipation as Mark Ward starts to scream out, inaudibly, in the ring.

Crowd: SHOW TIME! SHOW TIME! SHOW TIME!

Just thinking that Club Alcatraz couldn't get any louder, the decibel level doubles when "Mr. Showtime" Drake Green steps out on to the stage. He lifts his arms up and down, motioning for the crowd to get up on their feet and cheer.

Adams: I don't believe it! Drake Green is live on Climax Control.

Drake, wearing a blue designer suit and an open collared white shirt, trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring. He walks around the entire rings, making sure he says hello to all the fans at ringside. Finally, he hops onto to the apron and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again.

Crowd: SHOW TIME! SHOW TIME! SHOW TIME!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring past Hot Stuff and motions for a microphone. He steps toward the center of the ring and Ward immediately steps up right in front of him. The two begin what turns into an epic minutes-long stare down and the crowd shows their appreciation.

Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!

The two men continue to engage each other, locking eyes and staring dead in each other's eyes and the crowd can't get enough. After what seems like an eternity, Drake steps back a minute and with a smile, brings the microphone up to his lips.

Drake: Helloooo Italy!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages....welcome to the show!

Crowd: Even louder POP!

Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am your Main Event Maker and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!

Crowd: Showtime!

Hot Stuff shakes his head.

Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: People of Milan, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake turns back to Ward who has an intense, angry look on his face.

Drake: Well hi, Mark, I didn't see you there.

The crowd chuckles.

HS: I had this weird feeling you'd turn up tonight. It's a move out of the new Drake Green play book. The play of stealing someone's thunder because you just don't have any of your own thunder left.

Hot Stuff moves closer to Drake.

HS: Can security get this "fan" out of my ring?

Drake: You know Mark, you're right. I don't have any more thunder. I have theirs…

Drake points out to the crowd and the Milan fans erupt.

Crowd: SHOW TIME! SHOW TIME! SHOW TIME!

Green smiles at Mark, shrugging his shoulders.

HS: Oh wow! A kiss arse move towards the fans again? Seems like your old play book is still very much in use. These people started seeing through you a long time ago Drake. They're only cheering right now because they expect me to put my boot in your mouth for old times sake. They don't care you're here, they just wanna see you fall lower than what you already are.

Drake inches closer.

Drake: That was always the problem with you, Mark. You never could handle having someone like me in SCW and not being able to put them in your pocket like you did Sean Jackson and the countless other stars over the years. You just couldn't stand that these people have someone to believe in.

HS: No one believed in you the first time around, or the second and they won't believe in you now.

Adams: That's not true, I have sixteen autographs from Drake and I love them all equally. I believe in him.

HS: The fact is, you're not out there for them, you're out here for you. You're out here because you want to be remembered for something and I don't blame you for interrupting me, because my spotlight shines brighter than yours ever did. People only knew who you was after I kicked your arse.

Drake laughs.

Drake: Yes, that's right. Kicked my ass with the help of the Saviours after the lights went out. How can I forget about your moral victory you happen to remind me of every time we're in the same room together. The truth is, Mark, I don't care. I've moved on from you. I've forgiven you for all the terrible things you've done because, just like in this ring, I'm the better man.

HS: Oh yeah, you can tell you've moved on…. by coming right back to the place that made people know who you was in your five minutes of fame… my ring. Now instead of coming out here and kissing arse to these people.

Hot Stuff waves his arm to the crowd.

HS: Be honest with them… did you accidentally get lost looking for refreshments again and end up in my ring?

Drake: I've moved on from you, Mark….I will NEVER move on from them.

Crowd: POP!

Drake: But to answer your question...no. I am not lost. In fact Mark….I'm home.

Crowd: Louder POP!

A smirk crosses Hot Stuff's face.

HS: Drake Green doesn't live here anymore, Drake Green got evicted a long time ago. If you want a new house, try Celebrity Big Brother or something, because you're not welcome in my house anymore Drake.

Crowd: BOO!

Adams: What? No. This isn't fair!

Drake: There it is, Mark. The truth. The real reason why Drake Green isn't on Climax Control. Because Mark Ward won't sign the contract. Because Mark Ward knows when I'm here...when the "Main Event Maker" is here….he has no choice but to book me. And he can't stand it that people come to his show to see me. He'd rather lie to you all and say they come to see him, or Sean Jackson, or whoever else is in his pocket these days. The truth is they come to see guys like me, guys like Kain and Bombshells like Roxi Johnson. Not you, Mark. It's never been about you.

HS: HA! No Drake, they came here to see me tonight. No one knew you was gonna be here, no one came to see you, everyone knew I was gonna be here, they all came to see me. Each and every one of those people came here tonight to see my return. They'll go home happy because I'm here. Is this what it's about Drake? Have you blown your money and want a job?

Drake: I guess some things never change, do they Mark. Well no I'm not here looking for a job. But I thought that maybe, since I was gonna be in Italy this weekend anyway, that I'd stop by my favorite spot in Milan Club Alcatraz, walk down that aisle, get in this ring, and kick the hell out of you all over this six-sided son of a bitch!

Crowd: MEGA POP!

Hot Stuff steps closer, his eyes narrowed in anger as the crowd starts to cheer louder and louder. Hot Stuff stares at Drake, his eyes never leaving Drake's eyes.

Simone: This is gonna happen!

Hot Stuff continues to look at Drake, neither man moving as the crowds cheers get louder. Drake takes off his jacket and tosses it to the other side of the ring and begins to unbutton his cuffs.

Adams: Do it Drake! I mean, don't fire me Mr Ward.

The two continue to stare at each other but Hot Stuff smiles and steps back, raising the mic to his lips.

HS: No.

The crowd instantly boos.

HS: I made you famous once, I'm not gonna do it again by beating you all over my ring. You're not worth my time or effort.

Hot Stuff drops the microphone and backs up before slipping out of the ring in slimy fashion. The crowd boos as Mark backs up the ramp, still smiling and keeping his eyes on Drake.

Simone: Vintage Hot Stuff, Jason. He's never one to strike when someone knows it's coming.

"Burning Down the House" by the Used begins to play again and the crowd once again gets to their feet as Drake walks over to a corner and steps up onto the second rope, raising his arms to a massive response.

Simone: "Mr. Showtime" ladies and gentlemen...we'll be right back after these brief messages.




05/03/2015
LIVE! From the famed Salle Mohammed V in Casablanca, Morocco! It's




Justin: This opening match is scheduled for one fall.

The lights dim simultaneously on out in the Sin City Wrestling arena as it plunges into darkness "Critical Acclaim" by Avenged Sevenfold begins to blare on out of the PA sound system across the arena. As it does a strobe light flickers on and the lights "Red", "Yellow" and "Orange" can be seen flickering on and off throughout the arena as if on cue, out of nowhere Thaddeus Stone appears and can be seen swinging around to face the fans.

Stone paces the entrance isle, left to right trying to pump the fans up as he does the fans of Sin City Wrestling can be heard giving Stone a loud pop as they cheer for him, various chants of "Make me Famous" can be heard along with various cheers, and remarks of approval, before Stone finally retakes center stage.

Justin: "Weighing in tonight at Two-hundred and Thirty-four pounds, he stands approximately Six foot in height and hails from London, England by way of San Fernando, California he is... "THE KING OF CINEMA"... THADDDDDDDDDEUS STOOOOOOONE!!!!!"

Thaddeus slowly walks down the entrance isle, as he does he stands in the center of the isle , the strobe light flickers back to a solid white light, as it does the white piercing light comes shinning down upon him and illuminating his figure which can be seen being illuminating under the light as he stands in the entrance isle looking out into the darkness that surrounds him for a few seconds.

As Stone does he can be seen wearing a his signature feathered robe which can seen being lit up under the white light, Thaddeus soaks in the cheers, and chants of approval from the fans. His eyes burn with intensity, his body pounding with adrenaline with blood lust on his mind as he makes his way down to the ring slapping the hands of those near the entrance isle.

Stone slowly walks on down the isle, once at ringside Thaddeus walks around to the steel steps and slowly walks on up, before entering the ring finally. Once inside the ring Stone climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws out his arms ((Viva Randy Orton)) as he continues to soak in the cheers, and various chants from the fans at ringside and those that can be heard throughout the arena being shown toward him as he waits for his opponent to come on out from behind the black curtain to do battle.

Justin:And his opponent!

The lights cut out as the opening guitars from "Sail" by Devildriver start to play through the PA system. A shadowy figure makes his way onto the stage as fog begins to fill the arena.

BOOM!

The guitars and drums kick in and a white spotlight shines down on Damian the "Dark Defender" kneeling in the center of the stage with his head resting on fist.

BOOM!

They kick in again and Damian jumps to his feet. Carrying a taped wooden axe-handle in his right hand he begins to make his way down the ramp as the music kicks on in full. He paces slowly down toward ringside, his eyes fixated on the ring, breathing heavy as he passes fans with their hands stretched out toward him.

Justin: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown….weighing in at 248 pounds…..he is the "Dark Defender"……DAMIAN!

He gets to the steps and stops. He turns to face the crowd and stares for a moment, letting out heavy breaths, before turning back around in a hurry and slamming his axe handle down on the steps just as the chorus kicks in.

BOOM!

He steps up in much quicker fashion and glides through the ropes. He makes it to the center of the six-sided ring and raises up his axe-handle to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He places it in the corner before slowly slipping off his combat vest. He adjusts his mask and then waits for the bell.

Jacob Summers looks at both men and is signaling for both to meet in the middle of the ring.

Jacob Summers: I seen and heard you two have been at each others necks via social media, I'm telling you both right now I expect to see a clean fight or I will DQ both of you guys, I wish you both good luck.

Simone: Good Job Jacob, I agree.

Adams: But the match has yet to start so how could he be doing a good job already?

Jacob signals for the bell.

DING DING DING

The match starts as both competitors circle the ring, eyeing each other Thaddeus Stone walks forth to lock up with Damian. Damian walks forth towards Thaddeus Stone, and they both lock up, Damian pushes Thaddeus Stone forth like a rag doll towards the corner, Damian puts Thaddeus Stone on the corner, he holds Thaddeus Stone on the corner, pushing his chest back, referee Jacob Summers steps between them both, separating them. As the ref pushes Damian off, he pushes himself back and he throws a wild punch at Stone's face, Damian walks back and smiles as the crowd boos (with a few cheers) him and the referee screams at him, Damian ignores the ref as Thaddeus Stone jumps forth and lands on Damian with a Lou Thez Press! Thaddeus Stone is getting momentum and starts raining down the rain of punches towards Damian's face, Thaddeus Stone is hitting Damian MMA Style.

Adams: Those got to hurt.

Simone: Closed fists will get you DQ. Jacob already warned them both before the start of the match.

Damian is on the floor trying to protect his face, but he can't, Jacob Summers warns Thaddeus Stone. Stone gets off of Damian, about a minute into the match, the crowd is into it, Stone is holding his hand because of the pain caused by the punches. Both men are now standing Damian hits himself on the face mocking Stone to hit him again. Stone hits him in the face with a right punch. Crowd cheers, Damian lands a left hook and the crowd boos. Stone again with a right punch and the crowd cheers. Damian with a left punch and the crowd boos. Damian again lands a left then a right as the crowd is booing louder, Damian goes for one more left hand but Stone blocks it and Eye Gouge's Damian. Crowd cheers as Damian puts his hands on his eyes. Stone lands a drop kick, but Damian does not go down. Stone runs to the ropes and bounces off of them heading towards Damian, Stone grabs Damian and hits a Swinging neck breaker. Damian goes down and the crowds is cheering loudly. Stone goes for the cover.

Jacob Summers: 1...

Kick out

Adams: its to early to go for the win

Simone:yet its never to early to get DQ.

Stone picks up Damian by his hair, as Damian gets to his feet he quickly grabs Stone and hits him with a belly to belly suplex. Crowd is heard going OHHHHHH!! Stone lands by the ropes and rolls out of the ring, as Stone is out of the ring Damian is seen readjusting his Tactical Half Face Skull Mask.

Jacob Summers: 1…2…3…4

Stone makes his way back in the ring thru the bottom rope. Damian runs towards him trying to take advantage, Stone sees this and waits for Damian to get close enough. Stone picks him up for a Scoop power slam. He nails it, Stone now with his back turned to Damian is seen trying to get the crowd hype and they are yelling all right but not for Stone they are yelling because just as fast as Damian went down to the floor he is standing back up. Stone not aware of this turns around and gets kicked in the gut and then drops to the floor courtesy of Damian hitting him with a DDT. Damian climbs up a turnbuckle waiting for Stone to get up.

Crowd: Lets go Damian, Dark Defender sucks… Lets go Damian, Dark Defender sucks. LETS GO DAMIAN, DARK DEFENDER SUCKS.

Simone: Sounds like the crowd has there opinion on Damian

Adams: Yes but do they like him out not I can't tell.

Stone starts to get up and Damian jumps off the ropes and lands a Diving Clothesline. Crowd is heard giving Damian a mix reaction. Damian goes for the cover.

Jacob Summers: 1…2.

Kick out

Damian punches Stone in the face and covers him again.

Jacob Summers: 1…2..

Kick out.

Damian punches the mat right next to Stone. Damian gets up and lifts up Stone. Damian grabs Stone and send him to the ropes but it gets reversed. Damian now bounces off the ropes and Stone goes for his Roundhouse Kick to the skull.

Crowd: OHHHH Shit!!!

Damian hits the ground fast and hard as if he is knocked out. Stone hears the crowd going wild and he can't help but get on the middle turnbuckle and soak it all in. After a few seconds Stone jumps off the turnbuckle and is on the mat, he covers Damian.

Jacob Summers: 1...2...

Kick out

Damian barely kicks out and Stone looks to be in shock. Stone picks up Damian and gets behind him. Stone locks his arms around Damian`s waist. Stone lifts up Damian and performs Back To The Stone Age (multiple German suplex) Stone nails the 1st one and while still having his arms locked on Damian he hits a 2nd one, Stone lifts up Damian for a 3rd one up as Stone tries to lift Damian, Damian lifts his left leg behind him to give Stone a low blow.

Stone let's go of the hold and hits the ground. Stone has both hands in his crotch area. Fans boo at Damian's actions but Damian is not fazed by the crowd goes and sits up Stone. Damian gets behind Stone who is sitting on the mat. Damian locks in a sleeper hold. Jacob Summers goes to check on Stone, and to make sure Damian is not choking him. A few seconds pass and the referee lifts up one of Stones arms, the arm drops down, ref yells "1" Stone gets his arm lifted again but this time he keeps it up. Damian not pleased lifts up Stone while still having the sleeper hold locked on. Damian is heard yelling while lifting Stone and nails a Delirium ''Sleeper Suplex''. Damian releases and with no time to spare he then picks up Stone and puts him over his shoulders. THE ERADICATOR ''F5" Damian goes for the cover.

Jacob Summers: 1...2..Thr...

Stone kicks out. Damian upset picks up Stone and lifts Stone up again on his shoulders, drops him again on the mat with another Eradicator. Damian goes for the cover.

Jacob Summers: 1...2...3

Ding Ding Ding.

Adams: Wow great match.

Simone: I don't always agree with you, but when I do its because in that rare time you are correct. It was a great match to kick things off tonight.

Justin: Your winner of this match Damian The Dark Defender!!!!




Stoner Scott Oliver is standing in front of the camera, Sean Jackson off to his side. With the club abuzz, the ultimate party killer has a look on his face that could kill. The only party he wants to be engaged in at this point requires blood and stitches.

Scott: Sean last week I attempted an...

He never gets to finish as Sean holds his hand up, mere inches from Scott Oliver's face. He takes a couple of steps off screen, almost a mirror image from last week, except this time he comes back...

and he isn't alone.

Scott: Sean?

He has a burlap sack in his hands, filled with goodies of his own. As he looks at Scott, his hand shoots into the sack.

Sean: Last week, I was hurting. I had no clear direction, no understanding of what had gone wrong. But this week, tonight, I finally know what must be done.

He brings his hand out, holding on to cheese grater.

Sean: I couldn't hurt Gabriel, no matter how hard I tried, I simply couldn't hurt him. But that was because I was going about it all wrong. Take this cheese grater for instance, could this really hurt Gabriel?

Sean shakes his head as he looks at it.

Sean: No, of course not. But you see that's the thing, Gabriel is this emotionally detached human being that has only one love in his life and that is Odette. But Chris Shipman, he is a whole different ball game. When Shipman sees this, he automatically knows where my mind is....

Sean tosses it to the side, his hand shooting back into the sack. As he pulls it back out, a golf club is retrieved, the driver to be exact.

Sean: But anyone could pull out one of those, it just doesn't make him hardcore. But a driver to the skull? now we're talking.

Sean Jackson turns his attention to Scott Oliver.

Sean: Scott, do you know how fast a professional golfer can swing one of these?

Scott shakes his head no.

Scott: No, how fast can they?

Sean shrugs.

Sean: How in the hell do I know? I was asking you.

Scott: Uhh....

There is that awkward moment of silence passing between the two of them. It stays that way for a moment before Sean finally breaks it by tossing the club to the side.

Sean: Well, I'm pretty sure it's fast and it will hurt a bunch.

His hand shoots back into the sack, pulling out a nail gun in the process.

Sean: But what kind of person would I be, if I cracked his head open, and didn't try to nail it back together...

Scott begins to cringe.

Sean: Believe me, could you imagine Club Alcatraz inviting us back again next year if I allowed Shipman to bleed all over the floor, completely unchecked.

Once again, Sean's hand goes into the sack and once again he pulls out something special. This time it's a defibrillator machine.

Sean: And if worse comes to worse, I'll hook this bad boy up to his heart, and I'll zap that bad boy right out of his chest. Then as it's beating on the floor, I'll pick it up and with it protruding between my fingers...

Sean's hand begins squeezing on the machine, his knuckles turning bright white. Catching himself, his fingers relax their grip and allows the machine to fall to his feet. He then turns his attention back to Scott, a twinkle in his eye.

Sean: Scott, do you know what happens if you hook a defibrillator up to a perfectly beating heart?

Scott gets a horrific look on his face.

Scott: Yeah I do Sean. It could severely hurt or kill some.....

Once again, Sean holds his hand up...stopping Scott from saying anything further.

Sean: You see Scott, you aren't as dumb as you look.

Sean now turns to face the camera.

Sean: Chris Shipman, I hope you understand the situation that Christian Underwood and Gabriel Stevens has placed you in. Tonight, it isn't about winning titles or even getting myself back into the title hunt. It's about delivering a message, it's about showing off the monster that they've created. It's about embracing the dark cloud hovering over Sin City Wrestling....

An evil smile forms on Sean's face.

Sean: And the fact that I'm going to hurt you, over and over again.

Sean shoots a glance back towards Scott Oliver.

Sean: You might want to have an ambulance handy, because Mr. Shipman is going to need it.

With that, Sean walks away thus ending the interview.




The crowd is very much alive in Club Alcatraz as the house music quickly cuts out. Many are holding up signs to support their favorite stars and Bombshells. They are cheering and waving toward the camera as it pans across them. However, the cheers soon end when "Amazing" by Hi Fashion plays over the speakers. However, there is a surprising mixed reaction for the most detested Bombshell in SCW history. Quickly, the curtains are shoved aside as pink light flash across the stage. There are a few camera man filing through the curtains, taking position as Mad Maxxine comes through the curtains in a flashy red and silver one piece ensemble that flairs out around her legs, her bulking caramel arms puffed up as she crosses her arms across her chest, looking around with a mean glare. She takes a few steps forward to the edge of the ramp as the curtains once again fly open and Delia Darling is seen standing behind them. She is wearing a silver long sleeve dress in a snake skin pattern. her hair is platinum blonde, but straight and fluttering in the breeze. Her half mask is studded with silver sequins for a matching effect. She is clutching a matching handbag at her side, and sporting large platform open toed stiletto heels. A smoky make up completes her look tonight as she stares down at the ring, giving her infamous runway walk. The cameras flash wildly for her, even as she passes them. They follow quickly behind her as she walks down to the ring with Maxxine following closely behind her. The pair make it to the ring steps where Delia turns and blows a few screaming fans a kiss in the front row, winking at them before walking up the steps. She sashays across the apron to the center where she sets her handbag. She looks from side to side before ripping the dress off to reveal a one-piece wrestling suit, The crowd screams in delight as the cameras flash wildly once more. Maxxine opens the ropes for Delia, who steps through, strutting around like it were the grandest stage in the world, because to her, it is. She steps to the center of the ring, and looks over to Maxxine, uttering a few words. Maxxine then walks over to Justin Decent, snatching the microphone from his hand. She brings the microphone to Delia, who raises it to her lips, but she is cut off as the crowd begins chanting for her.

Crowd: DEE-LEE-UH! DEE-LEE-UH! DEE-LEE-UH!

Delia lowers the microphone, trying to conceal her pride. She winks and then raises her arms into the air, showing off her well toned body for the audience, before bringing the microphone back up to her lips. Out of respect, the crowd dies down, except the hardcore SCW fans, who continue to boo her.

Delia: S'ank you, darlings, s'ank you. It is good to be home... I mean, Milan is z'e most fashion forward city in z'e world... much like myself, no? *Chuckle* Who am I kidding? Z'at simply is not true...

Crowd: BOOOOOOO!

Delia: No, no... Do not take z'at z'e wrong way. Milan is z'e most fashion forward city. but to compare each and every one of you to moi? Bitch, please. I am... beyond...

Delia takes delight in this as she garners another mixed response. She shrugs her shoulders and mouths "Sorry bout it" as she turns around to generously allow the other side of the audience to relish in her beauty before raising the microphone back up again.

Delia: I mean, come on... I'm blonde... I'm skinny... I'm rich, and... Well, you know z'e rest, and if you don't, please find z'e nearest bridge, and jump off of it, please... Like, seriously... Since I have graced z'e covers of Italian Vogue, Milan has become my second home, and I appreciate z'e warm half welcome I've received tonight. You wouldn't believe z'e lack of respect I get when I go to places such as Copenhagen, Munich, Oslo, As'ens... Oh, and z'e Gypsy heas'ens in Bucharest? Don't even get me started, darlings! I literally wore a chastity belt, and locked my wallet inside of it z'e entire time, ugh... So being somewhere half way decent for a change is nice.

Delia hands this out as if it were supposed to be a big compliment, and her expression sours a bit as it isn't given the gratitude she's expected. She rolls her eyes and flips ehr blond hair as she turns to her side to face the other direction.

Delia: Whatever... Obviously I did not come out here to kiss your asses, because Delia Darling does not kiss ass, she just gets hers kissed. I'm sure most of you watched Climax Control last week and saw what happened to z'e bitch who decided she wanted to maim me? Of course you did. Yeah, I kicked her into next week, and I left her smeared all over z'e Glyfada Indoor Hall.

Delia tilts her head back, chuckling in her usual demur, bitchy tone. She looks over to Maxxine who gives a couple half-hearted claps for Delia who relishes in this, along with a few pops from around the crowd. She rolls her eyes in a faux modest manner.

Delia: Before you jump to conclusions, I did not come out here to satiate my own ego by talking about how I laid her out, and had her fat cheeks not busted s'rough z'e window, I would be rocking an orange jumpsuit for killing a bitch. No, I don't need to come out here and brag about what I've done, because you all saw it. I do not rely on your approval, or your praise, because z'at is for z'e weak minded girls in z'e Bombshell locker room. No, I know I am z'e greatest Bombshell in SCW history, nay... z'e greatest star... in SCW history. I have a more important reason for being out here tonight, and for z'is, I am going to need you to step outside of z'e ring, Maxxy-pad.

Maxxine's face sours even more as she glares over at Delia, who has a toothy grin on her face. The audience laughs at her quip as Delia shoos her away. Maxxine, clinches her eyes closed, and you can almost see the steam coming out of her ears. Delia continues to motion her away until she drops to the ringside floor. Delia nods her head and turns toward the stage.

Delia: You see, people saw what I did to Twister Sister, or whatever, and z'ey saw how brutally I did what I did. Yet, z'ey say "Oh, Delia Darling had to have z'e rest of z'e Mean Girls to do z'at." Or, "I bet she couldn't do z'at on her own." I single-handedly took out most of z'e Bombshell roster! I took out your supposed savior, Misty! What makes one s'ink z'at I couldn't take out z'at retarded shit stain Transistor Sister? Seriously? I mean, are you fucking for real?

Delia stomps her feet angrily, almost on the verge of a temper tantrum. She puffs her chest out, and her fiery eyes shoot fully open as she looks firmly at the curtains.

Delia: Un-freaking-acceptable! I wanted to prove somes'ing, and it went over all of your idiotic heads! I want Twisty Tie to come out here right now and face me... if she was released from z'e hospital, or course. I want you to walk your fat, ugly, handicapped ass down here right now, bitch! I want you to reach down deep and find your lady balls, and face me, right here, and right now! Did I put it simply enough for your incestually messed up mind to comprehend? I want you to come out here right now, so I can kick your disgusting aaaa.....

Suddenly an ear splitting scream is heard across the building's sound system!

"Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in child, take my hand
Here there's no work or play
Only one bill to pay
There's just five words to say
As you go down, down, down"

"You're gonna burn in hell
Oh, burn in hell"

Despite her challenge, Delia does not look amused at the untimely interruption and the crowd on hand here in Milan, Italy roars with the immediate displeasure as the curtains are thrown open violently and referees Holly Wood and Jacob Summers are trying to prevent the rampaging maniac, Twisted Sister, from getting any closer to the ring!

Adams: Uh oh! UH OH!

Simone: I'm not sure this is something that Delia really wants! The rest of the Mean Girls are still backstage!

Adams: Yeah but she still has Mad Maxxine out there!

Despite the best efforts of the SCW officials, Twisted Sister continues pushing and shoving her way, closer and closer towards the ringside area as Delia steps up to the ropes, kicking the bottom rung and beckoning Twisted Sister forward!

Adams: Will you look at that!? Delia really does want a piece of her!

Twisted Sister then holds up high her propane torch and Holly and Jacob wisely scatter and Delia's face blanches at the sight of the horrendous weapon! From the outside of the ring, Mad Maxxine grabs hold of Justin Decent and drags him from his chair! Maxxine then slams the folding chair closed and tosses it into the ring and Delia quickly commandeers it!

Simone: What's fair is fair I suppose! If Twisted Sister can have that torch, Delia can have a chair!

The closer Twisted Sister comes toward the ring, the closer Mad Maxxine edges nearer toward the entrance aisle. Maxxine gets closer to where Twisted Sister is approaching when suddenly a woman in the front row throws a belt over and around the head and neck of Mad Maxxine and tightens it like a noose!

Adams: What the hell...!?

Mad Maxxine immediately grabs at the belt, choking, and the woman jumps the barricade and right onto the amazon's back, strangling her!

Simone: Who-who the hell is that!?

Adams: She looks like Twisted Sister!

Indeed the attacker does closely resemble Twisted Sister except that she is brunette with no coloring to her hair! She dangles off of Mad Maxxine's back, the leverage allowing her to tighten the belt around Maxxine's neck as Twisted Sister arrives at ringside, smiling gleefully into the ring at Delia who is staring in shock at what is happening at ringside!

Simone: I am going to go out on a limb here ... I think that's the Iron Maiden! Twisted Sister's tag team partner!

Adams: I don't think this plan of Delia's is working out like she planned!

Twisted Sister stares into the ring with wide eyes and suddenly lets loose with her trademark piercing shriek before rolling into the ring! Delia backs into the corner, wielding the steel chair warily as the advancing lunatic holds up the blow torch and she ignites it!

Adams: Oh god! Oh GOD! Somebody get out here and stop this!

Holly and Jacob try to get in the ring to help but Twisted Sister threatens them with her torch, warding them away! She then turn around, smiling and cackling at Delia who is backed into a corner! Delia then opts to fight and she charges at Twisted Sister and swings the chair but Twisted Sister dives aside, causing her to miss wildly! Delia loses her balance and falls onto her butt, dropping the chair! Delia scrambles back on her butt, towards a corner, as Twisted Sister advances on her, scooping the chair up in her free hand!

On the outside of the ring, Mad Maxxine gasps and chokes, but has the presence of mind to maneuver herself closer to the ring steps! She suddenly reaches back and grabs two handfuls of the hair of the Iron Maiden and throws her body forward, tossing the Iron Maiden over her wide shoulders and sending her crashing hard against the steel ring steps! Mad Maxxine grabs her throat but sees what is happening inside of the ring and forgets all about herself and slides into the ring!

Simone: Here is where we see if Mad Maxxine can earn her pay!

Twisted Sister turns around and screams, holding both weapons aloft in the air as Mad Maxxine advances! Twisted Sister swings the chair at her with one arm but Maxxine ducks and with one shot, she punches the seat of the chair right straight back into the face of Twisted Sister!

Adams: Looks like she can!

Twisted Sister goes down like she was shot! Delia sighs in relief as she watches Maxxine stomp into Twisted Sister before she taps her on the shoulder. Maxxine glares back to see Delia, and she cautiously steps aside. Delia lets out a roar as she gets a few good stomps of her own in. She drags Twisted Sister up to her feet and she shoves her head between her legs, setting her up for Le Bitch Bomb! However, instead of hitting the turnbuckle, Delia slams Twisted Sister over the top ropes, right next to Iron Maiden, dusting her hands off as if she had done all of this on her own. She looks around and picks up her microphone once more, raising it to her lips.

Delia: AS I SAID I WOULD! I TOLD YOU ALL! YOU SEE Z'IS? Z'IS IS WHY YOU DO NOT FUCK WI'S Z'E MEAN GIRLS!!!

Delia looks outside to see the two stirring, and she strikes a pose for the cameras outside as "Amazing" by Hi Fashion hits once more. Delia hurries herself some, but tries to remain composed as she and Maxxine make a somewhat quick exit, walking up the ramp to a mixed reaction.




The scene opens up backstage on, strangely enough, an empty crate in an empty hallway except for the delivery guy dropping it off.

Simone: Why are we seeing this?

Adams: I don't know, after Steve Ramone hijacked the show last week and beat up Dark Defender I don't know what to expect.

The delivery guy signs for the crate and walks off alongside the guard who signed it off, once the cost is clear Cyrus King and Andreas Bergfalk come out of hiding and open up the crate revealing Steve Ramone.

Simone: Oh great, he's backstage now.

Adams: Anyone want to place bets on how long before he gets spotted?

Cyrus: Are you alright Steve?

Steve: I've been in this crate for god knows how long surviving on potato chips and lesbian porn, what do you think?

Andreas: How did no one hear the porn? Or you….you know….

Steve: Headphones and somehow quietly masturbating.

Simone: Are they seriously having this conversation on a wrestling show?

Adams: Like I said, I believe anything can happen at this point.

Steve tosses the now empty potato chip bag in a nearby bin and pockets the IPAD he was presumably watching the porn on before sneaking off backstage, however it isn't long before he is spotted.

Guard: Hey! You can't be back here!

Steve: I could've brought a backstage pass but NOOOOO I had to make things fun.

Cyrus: RUN!

The trio run off with the guards running after him.




The camera cuts to a hall backstage, where the Bombshell Roulette Champion, Natalie McKinley, can be seen in mid-conversation with her friend, and former Heavyweight Champion, Simon Jones.

Simon: It was a deserved win in the end, and it made for an enjoyable afternoon. But although I took great pleasure in watching Blues beat Wolves yesterday, seeing you and Roxi win in the main event this evening, would mean even more to me.

Natalie: Well, I'm pleased that you're here, and I'm sure that Roxi is pleased you're here, too. I'm aware how much your support means to Roxi, and I'm glad to have you here to lend me your support, as well; I know Roxi doesn't want to let you down, in our match against the Mean Girls, and with you having made the effort to be here, neither do I.

Simon: I don't think there's any danger of either of you letting me down, or of you letting one another down - I'm optimistic that the two of you will give myself, several of the other Bombshells, and the SCW fans what we want to see, by defeating those two Mean Girls.

Before Natalie can reply to Simon, their conversation is interrupted, by the appearance of Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Excuse me, Natalie - may I ask you about something?

Natalie and Simon both turn to look at the reporter.

Natalie: Yes, of course.

Simon: Don't mind me - I'll just stand here, quietly.

Natalie glances at Simon, and then looks back to Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Natalie: So, what would you like to know?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I was just wondering if I could get a response to the comments that Amanda Cortez made about you.

Natalie: I can guess which comments in particular you're referring to.

Natalie sighs.

Natalie: I'll go back to something I said when I originally joined SCW, nine months ago. I know my physique makes me stand out amongst most women, and I've heard plenty of people say what they think about the way that I look. And I'm also used to getting mixed reactions about my appearance.

Again, Natalie sighs.

Natalie: So I'll say this to Amanda, and to anyone else that chooses to pass comment on my appearance: whether you like the way that I look, or you don't like the way that I look, I'm really not bothered - all that matters is that I like the way that I look; I've worked hard, to create a body that I'm proud of.

Natalie then smirks.

Natalie: You know, I've seen Amanda's sister, Casey - I wonder whether Amanda would dare to say similar things to her.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Do comments like those give you added motivation to win?

Natalie shakes her head.

Natalie: Not really; I already have all of the motivation I need to be successful - especially having Simon here tonight, to see me and Roxi compete against Amanda and Veronica.

Natalie casts another glances towards Simon, before looking back to Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Natalie: I remember that the first time you interviewed me, you brought up comments that Katherine Kensington had made about me. I think I responded by saying that I would be more than happy to give Katherine a first-hand experience of the end result of all of my countless hours of hard work in the gym - and when it was time for our match, sure enough, I did just that; I'll be happy to give Amanda and Veronica each a similar experience, later this evening.

Ms. Rocky Mountains turns her attention to Simon.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Simon, during your time in SCW, you and Roxi were tag team partners on a number of occasions, and you also teamed with Natalie, in a match earlier this year; how do you think the two of them will fare as a team?

Simon rubs his chin, contemplating his response.

Simon: I believe Roxi said that having Natalie as her tag team partner will be the next best thing to teaming with me. Well, as you said, I've been fortunate enough to have the pleasure of having each of Roxi and Natalie as my partner in mixed tag team matches, and now I'm looking forward to seeing the two of them together, as a tag team.

Natalie: Roxi has stated that she is honoured to be my tag team partner, and I can assure her that the feeling is mutual.

Simon: I've stood on the apron, and gotten to witness what Natalie and Roxi are both capable of in the ring. I have no doubt that they will work well together as a team, and I am confident that they will be able to overcome the current Bombshell Tag Team Champions.

Simon nods his head, as he looks at Natalie.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Finally, Simon, after your one-off return a couple of months ago, I have to ask, when will we next see you compete in an SCW ring?

Simon: I can't say for certain, but I think that you'll probably see me in the six-sided ring at least one more time before the end of this year; when that might be though, I don't know.

Natalie: It's worth remembering that Simon is still entitled to a return match for the heavyweight title - if he wanted, he could try to become the first three-time SCW Heavyweight Champion.

Simon smiles wryly.

Simon: If that was to happen, then it would mean me returning to SCW on a full-time basis - which, right now, I don't have any interest in doing.

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: If I do return to the six-sided ring, my preference would be for me do so in another tag team match - and who knows, perhaps either Natalie or Roxi will be my partner for that. But tonight, it's about Natalie and Roxi teaming together, to be victorious in the Clash of the Champions; the Mean Girls are going to be in for another rough night.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well, thank you both for your time.

The scene cuts away.




Justin: The following contest is a singles match.... introducing first...

Old Skool make his appearance as his music sounds his arrival to the ring. The sinsational a man of few words but always about the fans when he come out as he high fives and shakes hands with the crowd.

Justin: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at one hundred and eighty seven pounds, he is Old Skool!

Don't get me wrong this man may act the gentleman now but once he gets in that ring no one is his friend when standing against him. Just look at those eyes they went from bright and shiny to dark and ominous.

Justin: And his opponent...

"I'm Back" strikes up as Travis Nathaniel Andrews walks through the curtain with his trademark smirk on his face. The crowd in Europe aren't shy with how they feel about him. Travis sombers down the ramp while soaking in all the boos.

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing in tonight around 241 pounds and standing 6'2. Please welcome Travis Nathaniel Andrews

Travis chuckles to himself while completely ignoring the fans in Europe. He slides into the ring, walks to the nearest turnbuckle and throws his arms high into the air. He gives a nice pose before hopping down. He proceeds to lay across the top rope while waiting for the match to begin.

DING-DING-DING

Travis immediately charges at Old Skool and wraps a hand around his throat and throws himin to the corner. Travis unloads heavy rights and lefts in to Old Skool's mid section, firing in hard rights and lefts to Old Skool. Old Skool blocks one and fires and punch back towards Travis, shocking the arrogant superstar and rocking him backward. Old Skool fires another hand towards Travis's head but Travis blocks it by catching his hand. As Travis catches Old Skool's hand, Old Skool lifts a boot and plants in to Travis's gut. As Travis drops forward, Old Skool grabs the back of his head and slams Travis backward, slamming the back of his head in to the canvas.

Adams: And he's took him off his feet.

Travis pounds the mat and gets back up to his feet, but Old Skool stays on the attack, by jumping at Andrews and catching him with an elbow in the eye. Andrews stumbles backward and Skool puts him in a headlock and squeezes down on him, but Travis uses his strength to lift Old Skool off his feet and drop him backwards with a belly to back suplex. Old Skool holds the back of his neck but quickly rolls over to his stomach and gets back to his feet but Andrews is already waiting for him, menace in his eyes. Travis stares at Old Skool and runs towards him, attempting a big boot, but Old Skool side steps Travis's advance and plants a boot to the back of Travis's standing leg and grabs the back of his head, dropping him down with a quick neckbreaker. Travis lays on the mat, looking angry and surprised as Old Skool get up and stomps on his chest. Old Skool stomps higher, but Travis catches his foot while laying on his back and starts to force his way back to his feet, while holding on to Old Skool's foot. Travis gets to his knees and forces Old Skool out of striking distance. Travis gets to his feet, pulling Old Skool towards him by the leg and clotheslines him hard!

Simone: Wow! Andrews nearly took his head off there.

Adams: That would have left a mess.

Travis stares down at Old Skool, a smirk on his face and leans down to pick him up, and lifting him up to his feet. As he pulls Old Skool to his feet, Travis wraps another hand around Old Skool's throat and lifts him in the air, and throws him across the ring, like he weighed nothing, showing good strength. Travis walks towards him, stalking him and places a boot across Old Skool's throat pushing the pressure down across the neck. The referee calls Andrews off, but Travis just stares at Drew Patton as he picks Old Skool back to his feet. He throws him off the ropes and lifts him high in the air, nailing him with a flapjack! Travis goes for the cover.

1...
2...

Old Skool gets a shoulder up

Simone: Old Skool still has some fight in him

Travis gets back to his feet and waits for Old Skool to return to his, as he does, Andrews charges him and nails him with a roaring elbow to the side of the head, sending Old Skool crashing to the floor. Andrews walks over to him, bending down to pick Old Skool back to his feet but Old Skool pokes Travis in the eye.

Adams: If only Scooby Doo thought of poking monsters in the eye, he wouldn't have spent so much time running around the ring.

Old Skool gets to his feet, and charges Travis, shoulder to stomach, back in to the corner and starts to plant some heavy shots on him, taking the match to Andrews, planting lefts and rights around his midsection before slamming a hand shot to the head, stunning Travis slightly. Old Skool climbs to the second rope and nails Travis in the head with him downward elbow shots, before hooking him up in a front face lock and jumping backwards, nailing a huge DDT! Old Skool goes for the cover.

1...
2...

Andrews kicks out

Simone: It will take a lot to put this cocky star away

Old Skool looks out at the crowd and lifts Travis to his feet and throws Travis in to the corner with as much force as he can muster. Travis crashes hard and drops down to the canvas, seated in the corner. Old Skool runs at him and nails Travis with a dropkick to the face. The crowd cheers as Old Skool turns around raising his arms to the crowd. He charges at Andrews again and crashes a second low drop kick to the jaw. Old Skool drags Travis out of the corner and pulls him to his knees and steps back, he charges at Travis and nails him the face with a shining wizard, his knee crashing in to the side of Andrews's face. Travis lays flat on the back and Old Skool looks at the top rope and walks towards it, and starts to climb.

Simone: Unfamiliar territory for Old Skool.

Old Skool reaches the top and looks down at the the fallen Andrews and flies off with a flying diving elbow drop, connecting with Andrews's chest. Old Skool goes for the cover and Drew Patton drops to count.

1..
2...

Travis powers out

Adams: Uh oh, I think he just woke up the beast.

Travis's eyes widen as he looks up at the lights. He sits up with force, covering his face, pounding the canvas and getting up to his feet.

Adams: Even the arrogant get pissy some times.

Simone: It's called a hissy fit Jason.

Old Skool tries to hit him, but Travis grabs his hand and twists it around. Travis pulls Old Skool in close and lifts him high in the air by the arm and throws Old Skool across the ring. Skool quickly gets to his feet and looks at Travis, but Travis quickly grabs him around the waist and lifts him off the ground and tosses him down with a single arm slam! Travis stares down at Old Skool and drags him up to his feet, Travis puts his arm across Old Skool's chest and lifts him up, brings him down across his knee with a huge backbreaker! Travis sits on the floor, his eyes darting around the arena before springing to his feet. He moves behind Old Skool, waiting for him to return to his feet.

Simone: Travis is stalking Old Skool here.

As Old Skool slowly returns to his feet, Travis moves in behind, locking him up and dropping him face first with the Sin City Drifter! He spins Old Skool on his back and goes for the cover.

1...
2....
3

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match, Travis Nathaniel Andrews!

Simone: Andrews has overcome Old Skool!

Adams: And inflated his own ego by two hundred percent!




THE NOBODIES

You cannot kill what you did not create.

Tonight, the stars revolt!




SCW BOMBSHELL INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP
Roxi Johnson © vs Jessie Salco vs Mercedes Vargas




Coming up toward the VIP room of Club Alcatraz, Delia looks very unhappy as Mad Maxxine trails behind her, pumped up and on alert. They are quickly met by Amanda Cortez, Mercedes Vargas, Veronica Taylor, and Angelica. Delia growls in a low tone as Angelica holds her arms open for a hug. As soon as Delia is about to oblige, there is an obnoxious laugh heard from off screen. The Mean Girls' eyes all roll, looking over toward the source of the voice. The camera turns to see former Bombshell Champion, Kittie, leaning against the wall with a drink in her hand.

Kittie: Maaaaaaan, that plan of yours really worked, didn't it? I mean, what were you trying to accomplish? Proving everyone right about you? Consider it proven *air quotes* hunty.

Kittie chuckles again before taking a sip of her drink. The girls go into an uproar of "Oh no she didn't"s, except for Delia, who walks closer, narrowing her eyes.

Delia: I would ask if you have a dea's wish, but by z'e look of your dead girl make up, it would be reduntant, would it not? Let me say z'is once, and only once, darling. We, as in myself, and my sisters, are not in z'e mood for your snarky, washed up attitude. So you can take your Hot Topic hair extensions, and go play wi's your Living Dead Dolls... Bye.

Kittie: Oh, come on now, Delia. I was only joking. If I weren't, I would bring up the fact that you, and Godzilla over there barely made it out of there alive. Isn't symetry a thing in fashion? Couldn't you use another hideous burn scar of the other side of your face?

Delia snaps her fingers in the air, and before Kittie has any idea what is going on, Delia wraps her hands in Kittie's hair, smashing her head against the wall repeatedly. She flings Kittie to the wolves, so to speak, as Mercedes hits a chop to Kittie's chest. A loud groan, and Kittie turns just in time to catch an uppercut from Angelica that nearly knocks her backward. Amanda slaps her so hard that she flies right into a kick from Veronica that floors her. Amanda, Mercedes, and Veronica reach down and grab Kittie, who tries her best to fight back blindly. Delia snaps her fingers and points toward the ladies restroom and the others shove Kittie forward. Delia rips Kittie out as she pounds Kittie's head against the white sink, causing a loud *thonk!* sound. Mercedes grips onto Kittie's hair and then shoves her bleeding nose right into the wall, but does not stop there. She lifts her leg up, chanting loudly as she gives rapid, steady kicks to the back of her head, practically knocking her out. Veronica and Amanda pick Kittie up, and Kittie claws at Amanda's face. She receives a headbutt for her troubles as they carry her toward a stall. They shove the door open to find a screaming woman.

Veronica: Out now, unless you want to be next lady...

The woman quickly gathers herself, pulling her skirt up as she scurries away. Kittie hits a fist to Veronica's stomach, and a boot to Mercedes' stomach. She reaches back and grabs onto Delia's hair, yanking at it as Delia screams in pain. However, Amanda shoves a hard elbow into Kittie's face, and her and Veronica force her to her knees. They shove her head in the toilet as Kittie struggles to get out. Amanda flushes and giggles as she watches Kittie gasp for air.

Mercedes: I would say you flushed her career down the toilet, but she's done enough of that on her own.

As the water fills back up, Veronica shoves her head down deep into the bowl, letting her continue to struggle and flail around. Delia walks into the stall and sits on Kittie's back, adding more force to keep her in there. She gently reaches over and flushes the toilet.

Delia: I tried to be nice to you, Kittie. I really did. Not because I like you, but...

Delia reaches over and flushes again so that Kittie has a chance to hear this, even though she is gasping wildly for breath.

Delia: ... I am quite fond of Despayre, and we know z'at Gabriel and I go way back. But, in true Kittie fashion... or lack z'ereof...

Delia looks down at Kittie's attrocious outfit and she simply scoffs, fluffing her hair back into decent shape as she continues.

Delia: ... you could not keep your fucking mou's closed. I warned you z'at I was in no mood, but you just had to push my buttons. I didn't even want to continue z'e makeover tour tonight, but... here we are. Anos'er victim. Now I'm going to have major damage control wi's Despayre... One, no two cherry cokes, and a bag of strictly purple skittles should fix it, no? Kittie? Hellllllllo?

Delia looks down at Kittie who is barely conscious anymore, her hands weakly gripping the side of the toilet bowl. Delia smiles softly and pats the back of Kittie's head tenderly.

Delia: Awww, she's sleeping...

Delia sighs like a relieved mother who has just gotten her crying infant to sleep. Admiring her handiwork, she nods her head to let the others know they can let up now. She turns to see Scott Oliver standing by, nodding his head.

Delia: Can I help you, Scott?

Scott: I just gotta hit the head, bruh. These bathroom signs are in like German or something, so I didn't know which one to go i... Aww, man, there's a drunk chick passed out in the men's stall?

Delia: Do you have a microphone wi's you, Scotty?

Scott: What, do you think I carry one around in my pocket at all times? Hey, wait, I do!

Scott pulls a microphone out of his pocket and shows it off to Delia. Delia isn't nearly as amused by this as she snatches it from his hand. She looks into the camera and points over toward Kittie's lifeless body.

Delia: Z'IS is what happens when you cross me, Twister Sister! Er, Twisted Transistor... Whatever! You wanted to bring your ugly lover into s'ings? Well why don't you bring z'at ugly sack of shit to z'e ring next week so I can kick bo's of your asses? You and whatever her name is, against me and a partner of my choosing? Or, are you scared?

With that, Delia looks down at Kittie and then back to the camera. She repeats this a few times for emphasis before resting her wicked gaze on the camera.

Delia: Hmmm, I would be too...

Delia shoves the microphone back into Scott's chest and she turns on her heels. As she makes her exit, the other Mean Girls get a few harsh kicks in on Kittie before following suit. Scott does the infamous pee pee dance as he looks around anxiously. He sighs and then gently nudges Kittie a bit off of the bowl. He carefully aims his stream over Kittie's head and into the toilet as he whistles innocently.




Following the previous seg we cut to Hot Stuff Mark Ward's office where he is at his laptop where some….interesting noises are being played.

Simone: Oh great, Mark's watching porn as well.

Adams: What is this? Climax Control: Porn Edition.

Simone: Don't give Mark ideas.

The door bursts open just as the girl is climaxing and Cyrus, Steve and Andreas enter the room shutting it behind them as the guards rush pass.

Steve: Okay, that was close.

Andreas: Guys….

Cyrus: Now we just have to find Mark.

Steve: What was with that orgasm as we opened the door anyway? I'm not that good looking!

Andreas: Guys!

Andreas interrupts them and motions towards Mark.

Steve: Oh, hi, just the man I wanted to see!

Hot Stuff looks up, closing the laptop in front of him, looking up at the trio that has entered the room.

HS: Come on Steve, you know better than to interrupt me during porn time. Now is the only night I can get away with it without Christian putting a spy cam around here and trying to sell it on the internet.

Hot Stuff rolls a shoulder backwards.

HS: Some you better have a decent reason for interrupting this magic moment here.

Steve: I'll make this and sweet so you can get back to your porn, basically Christian has been ignoring my requests to get reinstated to the point where they had to talk me out of staging a terrorist attack.

Simone: He's kidding right?

Adams: Probably not.

Steve: Long story short I want to be reinstated and I want Cyrus and Andreas on contracts as my bodyguards and since Christian's banging his husband all weekend I figured that this was the perfect time to ask.

Hot Stuff ponders Steve's request, looking at him up and down.

HS: You feel wronged by Christian, blah, blah, blah, yeah, I get it, and you could have just called me at some point to get your job back.

Hot Stuff smirks as Steve, Andreas and Cyrus look at each other.

HS: Unlike Christian, I see more potential in you being the complete dick that you've become, than the guy that used to throw himself off the top rope just to get a few cheers from a crowd. You want your job back, sure, why not.

Hot Stuff casually shrugs his shoulders.

HS: And you can keep the chuckle brothers around as bodyguards. I get the feeling you might need them the way you've been pissing people off for the sake of it lately.

Hot Stuff stands up, putting his hand out for Steve to shake, but Steve looks at it and at the laptop.

Steve: Considering what you were just watching I'm not touching that hand.

Simone: This may be the first time I've agreed with a decision he's made recently.

Adams: I think most people would agree with that.

Steve: Now if you excuse me I'm off to have a chat with a certain band of rent-a-cops!

Steve, Cyrus and Andreas leave the room in that order with big grins on their face, as Steve leaves, Hot Stuff looks down at his own hand.

HS: Yeah, can't say I blame him.

The scene fades as Hot Stuff opens up the laptop once more.




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

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Internet Championship. Introducing first the challenger, he hails from Los Angeles, California. He weighs in at 217 pounds. Please welcome, the "Ace of Clubs" Kris Halc.

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

Simone: Kris is looking really hype for getting a championship opportunity.

Adams: Kris is in for a challenge.

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 it's tune, a platform rises from the bottom and the crowd recognizes Kain and his love, Ariel.

Justin: and his opponent from Detroit, Illinois. He is the current reigning and defending SCW Internet Champion. Please welcome the "King of Kings" Kain.

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. Snarling with rage, he walks down the ramp with intent and purpose, thinking of the fight ahead of him. He feels the warm presence of Ariel's right hand clasped with his left 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 Kain, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is shown from head to toe, with the championship belt around his waist, not to mention the camera getting a great look of 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 attendent, 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 more 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 foward 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, with the championship title in hand, in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd. Finally, he heads to his corner, kneels briefly, saying a few words to himself before rising up and looking behind him at his opponent in the corner diagonal to him. "Ladies And Gentlemen" as Kain now stands still as he waits for the match to begin.

Adams: Doesn't Ariel look absolutely stunning.

Simone: This could one of those hidden gems.

Kain hands Jasmine the Internet Championship as he resumes stretching in his corner. She walks over toward Kris as she holds the championship out towards him. He nods his head while she moves back toward the center of the ring. She lifts the championship high into the air letting the people in Milan know what these two warriors are going to be fighting over. Kain and Kris step out of their respective corners. Kain stretches out his hand for a handshake as Kris responds. Kain goes to walk back to his corner but Kris gives him a sly smirk before pulling Kain back towards him. Kris quickly drives a knee into Kain's midsection before slamming the back of his head into the canvas.

Adams: That is one way of starting a championship match.

Simone: Kris isn't going to be playing around tonight.

Adams: By the look on Ariel's face she didn't like that cheap shot.

Simone: How do you think Kain feels?

Adams: Touche

DING DING DING!

The bell does actually sound as Kris bounces off the ring ropes and connects with a quick leg drop. Kris gets back up to his feet and runs back toward the ring ropes. This time Kain gets down on his belly causing Kris to step over him. He rebounds off the other side as Kain catches him flush on the kisser with a beautiful standing dropkick. Kain quickly rolls up to his feet as he walks over toward Kris. Kris catches him in an inside cradle as Jasmine quickly gets down.

One....

Kain kicks out with ease as the crowd is shocked by the early pin attempt. Kain and Kris both get back up to their feet as they stare at each other. They begin to circle each other before locking back up in the center of the ring. Kris thinks he has the advantage as he locks Kain in a front facelock. Kris begins to chuckle as he tighetens his grip a bit. Kris screams at Kain to give up but he manages to lift Kris over his head while planting his back firmly on the mat.

Adams: What a suplex by Kain?

Simone: Kain just used his legs for that.

Kris quickly lets go of Kain as he rolls off of him. Kris gets to one knee as Kain does the same. The stand up while shaking their heads. The crowd is heavily in this match as both gladiators go to lock up one more time. However Kris decides to stop this dog and pony show by connecting with a dropkick of his own. The top portion of Kris' boot catches Kain on the nose as it sends him back down to the mat. Kris doesn't even stop as he hits a running senton to the gut of Kain. He goes for another pin attempt by hooking the near leg as Jasmine gets into position.

One

Tw...

Kain kicks out as Kris gets to a knee while swinging his other leg over Kain. As Kris is in the mounted position, he lifts Kain's head up and begins to let loose a flurry of rights to the top of Kain's head. Each punch lands with authority as Kris is going to another place. Kain is doing all he can to cover up but Kris manages to hook one of his arms into an armbar.

Simone: Kris is showing a different side to him. He is getting very vicious towards Kain.

Kain is trying really to fight Kris off but he has no luck. Kris hyperextends Kain's arm while kneeling next to it. A sick grin comes across Kris' lips as he repeatedly drives his knee into Kain's arm. He does all he can from screaming by biting his lower lip but Kris doesn't stop the onslaught. Kris uses that arm to lift Kain back up to his feet. Kris spins that same around while driving an elbow into it. He then shoots Kain off towards the corner but Kain manages to counter it. Kris didn't expect the reversal as his back smacks the corner turnbuckles very hard. The impact causes his back to bow while Kain shakes some blood back into his arm.

Kain eventually runs toward Kris but eats a boot for the effort. Kris then springs out of the corner, looking for a running bulldog but Kain stops him with a reverse thrust kick. The sole of his boot catches Kris square in the midsection which makes him hunch over. While he is hunched over, Kain bounces off the ropes and connects with a front dropkick to the side of Kris' head. Kris falls to his side as Kain still tries to get his right arm back to normal.

Simone: Kain connects with a timely placed dropkick

Adams: Yeah but he needs to go for pin or something. Kris already has two pinfall attempts in this match.

Simone: Yeah it's getting close to half time for these gladiators.

Looking to change the momentum, Kris rolls out onto the arena floor. He begins to walk back and forth while rubbing the side of his head. Boos come from half of the audience after that move but Kris doesn't seem to care. Kain is standing in the ring, scratching his head as Jasmine tells him to stay put. She walks over toward the ropes and tells Kris to get back inside the ring. Kris continues to walk around the ringside area as Jasmine is forced to start counting.

1

2

3

Adams: What is Kris doing? He does know getting counted out causes him to lose right?

Kain starts hopping up and down before running towards one side of the ring. He bounces off the ropes while running across the ring and leaping through the ropes. Kris isn't able to stop it as Kain drives him back first into the barricade. Jasmine screams at the top of her lungs while Kain gets back up to his feet. Jasmine starts to count again.

1

2

3

Kain hears the count as he picks Kris up by his hair. He lifts Kris up onto his shoulder looking to slam him hard onto the arena floor. However Kris manages to slip down the back and slams Kain head first into the steel ring post.

Simone: Did you hear that Adams?

Adams: How could you not hear that? That is skull kissing steel and I can bet Kain didn't want that kind of kiss tonight.

Kain falls to the floor as Jasmine quickly exits the ring. She places one hand on Kris' chest as she tells him to stay back. Kain slowly lifts his head as a heavy stream of blood just pours from his forehead.

Adams: Blood! I see blood.

Simone: That shot must have busted him opened.

Adams: Nah, what gave you that clue, Captain Obvious?

Kain grabs a hold of the ring apron while he works to pull himself back up to his feet. Meanwhile Kris has gotten on top of the barricade and crouches down acting like a falcon stalking its prey. Kain finally makes it back up to his feet as cameras show his face looking more and more like a crimson mask. Kain tells Jasmine he will continue as Kris slowly starts walking toward Kain. He breaks into a tiny sprint as he leaps off the barricade but Kain manages to catch him in mid air. Without even thinking about it, Kain pops his hips and drives Kris back first into the arena floor. Kain rolls off of him while leaving a bloody face print on Kris' shirt.

Adams: What was Kris thinking?

Simone: That's just it, he wasn't thinking.

Kain slowly gets to a knee while Kris does the same. Kain tries wiping the blood from out of his eyes while Kris rolls back into the ring. Jasmine questions Kain once more about wanting to continue but he brushes right past her. He goes to slide into the ring but Kris catches him with repeated stomps to his back. Kris sucks back the pain as he runs to the other side. He bounces off the ropes looking for a clothesline when Kain bursts up to his feet while catching Kris with a spinning wheel kick. The side of Kain's boot catches him right on his nose.

Simone: What a kick!

Adams: I think Kain is trying to help Kris clean his nose.

Kris lands on his back but sits up as blood starts to trickle out of his nose. Kain pushes Kris back down as he throws a forearm across his face while pinning his shoulders to the mat. Kris kicks out right as Jasmine gets into position but doesn't stop Kain from grinding his forearm across his face. Between Kain's blood dripping all over Kris' clothes and Kris' blood pouring down the side of his lips, the trainers will be having a field day. Kain stops grinding his forearm as he picks Kris up off the canvas. He grabs a hold of his arm and whips him across the ring.

Unlike last time, Kain immediately follows up with a running shoulder attack into Kris' midsection. Kain continues to drive his shoulder into Kris while kicking his leg out with each thrust. Kain backs up a bit as Jasmine reaches the count of 4. Kain throws both arms high in the air while Kris is somehow untying the turnbuckle pad.

Adams: Kris is playing thumb wars by himself, man is this guy a genius.

Simone: I think he is doing something devious.

Adams: You are just jealous of his talent to play thumb war by himself.

Simone just shakes her head as Kain moves back toward Kris. Kain proceeds to hit quick kicks and jabs connecting with several points on Kris' body. Kain follows up these quick strikes by lifting Kris up onto the top turnbuckle. During the lifting, the turnbuckle pad falls off exposing the steel turnbuckle. Kain doesn't even realize it as Kris quickly grabs him by his head. Kris proceeds to ramming his head repeatedly into the exposed steel as the crowd is booing this kind of action.

The wound above Kain's left eye is opened even more as Kris looks into Kain's eyes. More blood is starting to flow down his face as Kris hooks Kain's head. Kris leaps off the top turnbuckle and drives Kain's head straight into the canvas.

Simone: What a tornado DDT

Adams: This match has been amazing

Kain lies on the mat as Kris decides to straddle him while reaching back to pick his legs up. Before Jasmine can smack the canvas for a one count, Kain instinctively rolls Kris onto his back.

1

2

Kris rolls over while pinning Kain's shoulders to the mat.

1

2

Kain rolls Kris one more time.

1

Kris smacks his legs together against Kain's head while breaking the pin. The crowd slowly raises to their feet as Kris works his way back up to his feet.

Adams: What a battle?

Simone: It's a see saw type of match and this crowd is clueless on who has the upper hand.

Kain manages to get on one knee as Kris strikes with a running knee to the side of Kain's head. The move knocks Kain back onto his ass while he grabs at his head. Kris thinks on his feet by bouncing off the ropes looking for a shining wizard but Kain somehow catches his leg. Kris starts hopping on one leg while Kain finally gets back up to his feet. Kris goes for an enzuigiri but Kain ducks the intial kick. He lets go of Kris' leg while waiting for him to get back up.

Kris does get back up to his feet as Kain goes for a spinning backfist but Kris moves out of the way. With Kris moving out of the way, Kain loses his balance a bit as Kris runs to ropes in front of him and connects with another running knee which causes Kain's head to whiplash off the canvas.

Adams: Follow Suit, damn that nearly took Kain's head off.

Simone: Now where is Kris going.

With Kain almost knocked out after that wicked knee shot, Kris leaps up onto the top turnbuckle. He stands straight up before doing front flip. While in the air, he rotates just enough to drive his leg down across the throat of Kain.

Simone: SMACKSHOT

Adams: Nighty night Kain

Kris pulls the far leg up as Jasmine slides into position.

1

2

3

The bell sounds as "Second Heartbeat" begins to play over the speakers.

Justin: Here is your winner and new SCW Internet Champion, the "Ace of Clubs" KRIS HALC

Kris sits up while stretching his arms high into the air. He stands up while Jasmine lifts one hand up. She hands him the championship belt while the crowd is in utter shock.

Simone: Kris has done it. He has dethroned the King of Kings.

Adams: Now the only question is, can he hold onto this title?

Simone: Time will tell

Adams: Will this be the story tonight? Will more titles change hands?




The crowd inside Club Alcatraz in Milan are still going crazy continuing to show their support for the amazing performance put on in that last match. The camera spends a few seconds panning around the place to show the proud faces and excitement on the faces in this jam packed building. Out of no where the open lyrics to Bruce Evan's theme song "Points of Authority" by Linkin Park start to play over the sound system and the place quickly changes their reaction and instantly feel the place with boos. It had been a few weeks since Bruce broke the heart of his "wife" Kimberly in front of the world by it being announced he was gay and had a partner already in his former bodyguard/friend Chase Cox. After a few weeks of nothing from either side it appears tonight the silence will be broken. Bruce steps out onto the stage in tight blue jeans, black cowboy boots, a black vest which is open and nothing underneath it, and his hair in a ponytail under a black cowboy hat. He stands at the top of the ramp taking it all in before he lets out a cocky smirk and starts his walk down to the ring. On his way to the ring the fans as expected jeer him and shout insults towards him which he just shakes off with his focus set straight on that ring. He walks up the ring steps and enters the ring as he does he walks over towards the time keepers table and demands a microphone from Justin Decent who quickly ablides and hands him one. Bruce continues to smile as "Points of Authority" cuts out and the booing and chants are more clearly heard now. Various different chants all blending in together as Bruce looks around, taps the top of his microphone and attempts to talk over the rowdy club.

Bruce Evans: So, this is the beautiful Milan I've been hearing about?!?

The boos continue as Bruce pauses and looks around, not impressed one bit.

Bruce Evans: As long as I've been in this business I have yet to have the pleasure of being in what's supposed to be one of the most amazing places in the world. Everyone told me I have to come here at least once in my life, that it'd take me breath away. Well, THEY WERE WRONG!

The boos pick up as Bruce jumps around laughing before he continues. Chants of You're a FruitCake!" slowly begin flooding the place. Bruce shakes his head still not impressed.

Bruce Evans: Oh you are all so original. Come up with something better than that. trust me I've heard it all before and it has no effect on me, keep it coming.

He briefly pauses again as he holds his hands up to his ears and out towards the crowd who continue the "You're a FruitCake!" chants and even come up with other ones which force Bruce to laugh.

Bruce Evans: So anyways lets get down to why I am out here tonight if you'd all be so kind as to allow me. I am out here to announce that at the next Sin City Wrestling "Super Show" that it's going to be one of the biggest days in the company's history. I'm talking ground breaking. History changing momentum. Even more important that that it will be the day me and my lover's lives change forever!

The boos overshadow the cheers now as Bruce is forced to pause. The camera goes around showing the disappointed and disgusted faces on the fans faces before focusing in back on Bruce in the middle of the ring.

Bruce Evans: That's right folks. We are being generous enough to invite you all to watch the biggest day in the history of well.... EVER. And for those lucky enough to be in attendance on that night even better for them. Because on this very special night, I confess my true love for....

"Do it like a dude" by Jessie J blares loudly over the sound system cutting Bruce off. He looks furious as the fans are loving it. They begin to cheer and show their support for the woman who was publicly embarrassed a few weeks ago and left in the ring crying in shock. Kimberly quickly walks out from the back with a very disgruntled expression on her face and a microphone in her hand. She signals for the production truck to cut her music off as she holds the microphone to her mouth and beings to speak.

Kimberly Evans: Enough Bruce! Cut the crap seriously! Enough is enough seriously and no one has or ever will give a crap about you and your "wierd " relationship. But, I'm out here to make an announcement of my own and it's sure to top yours.

The place erupts into cheers as Bruce looks around, seemingly not worried at all.

Kimberly Evans: See "hubby"....

She pauses, looks down at her belly, and begins to rub it which sets the place off. She smiles as Bruce's expression quickly changes to one of shock. Chants of "You're the daddy!" quickly start up.

Kimberly Evans: That's right. Not only are you not getting married because we never legally divorced, but now you have another mouth to feed. BASTARD!!!

She drops the microphone and quickly vanishes to the back, she obviously just wanted to make her point short and sweet. Bruce stands in the ring, walks over to the ropes and leans againgst them with his head held low. The "You're the daddy!" chants continue as we cut to the backstage area.




Simone: Fans, I have just been informed by "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward that due to the altercation we just witnessed, he has signed a special tag team match for NEXT WEEK on Climax Control! In a one time only deal, the Iron Maiden will be reunited with Twisted Sister in tag team action against Delia Darling and her choice of a mystery tag team partner!




SCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP
Gabriel © vs Andrew Watts




The cameras cut backstage to the door leading to Mark Ward's office. There is yelling and shouting. The voices are easily recognizable as Mark Ward and Shipman.

HS: You are not doing that to one of my main eventers.

Shipman: I am Chris Shipman, it is what I do.

HS: I don't care who you are. This isn't GWA or POW. This is the SCW and what I say goes. Sean is a main eventer, and you are lucky to be on the cards at all.

Shipman: I was put into a hardcore match and hardcore is what I am going to make it.

HS: Not when it will bankrupt this company. If you do that we have to pay medical bills, we will have to pay for extra coverage, and than there is the possibilities of lawsuits. If you do this, you are fired. Do I make myself clear?

There is a loud crash from inside the office than the door swings wide open. Shipman, red with anger, emerges carrying a big spool of barbed wire. Mark Ward is sitting at his desk. He is seething as there is a smashed sculpture on the floor in front of his desk.

HS: THAT'S COMING OUT OF YOUR PAY!!!




The opening rift to Five Finger Death Punch's "Wrecking Ball" start to blast through the speakers, as red and gold lights flash across the building, synchronized to the beat of the drums. The fans look confused as the lyrics kick in.

"Sliced up, shot down
Everybody bows down
Kill em all, let em fall
God'll sort em out
Ripped up, zip it up
Really never gave a fuck
Wrecking ball, fuck em all
Never had a doubt

I'm (never gonna be the one)
I'm (always gonna say what I feel)
I'm (always do what I do)
Sick of all the bullshit"

Casey Williams walks out first, followed by Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell, and the trio look out upon the crowd.

"Why should I
Always be the one to back away
Why should I
Have to be the one to not say what's on my mind
I'm a mother fucking wrecking
I'm a mother fucking wrecking ball"

Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Orange Hulk and Ivan starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Casey following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning their heads to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew and Ivan shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron and round the ring to the commentary position where Ivan and Andrew sit down while Casey stands behind.

Adams: Welcome Dying Breed.

Darrell: Just get these four losers out here

Justin: The following contest is for the SCW Tag Team Championship. Introducing first, the challengers...

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

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen. Making their way to the ring, Being accompanied to the ring by Diamond, at a total combined weight of 535 lbs. "Big Tiger" Jeremiah Hardin, "the Beast of Darkness" Dark Tiger. They are Rebels on a Rampage, R.O.A.R.!!!!!

Dark Tiger steps over the ring ropes and Jeremiah lowers the ropes for Diamond as she enters and he enters the ring and they get in the ring, and Diamond rips off Jeremiah's camo pants to reveal his wrestling gear and she kisses Jeremiah and she leaves the ring. Dark Tiger pats Jeremiah on the back as they wait on their opponents

Justin: And their opponents...

Surfer Boys start to play and the Surf Boys, Narly and Radical appear dressed in Bermuda shorts, sandals and holding surfboards under their arms.

Justin: Weighing in at three hundred and sixty five pounds, they are the SCW Tag Team Champions, The Surf Boys!

They turn around high fiving each other. They walk to the ring high fiving the fans and when they get to the ring, throw the boards under the ropes and climbs in as the fans cheer. The put their boards in middle of the ring and jump on them "ring surfing" as the fans cheer.

Diamond hops down to ringside to cheer on her boys as Big Tiger decides to start things off, stepping in against Narly. He tries to do the sportsman-like thing and extends a hand, which Narly looks at warily for a moment, but Big Tiger is insistent, and even puts his other hand behind his back to show that there's no ill intent. Narly finally reaches out and shakes his hand, and the two men step back and the match is underway.

DING DING DING

Adams: And we're off!

The two men circle each other, then Narly holds out a hand, which Big Tiger grabs and the two men lock up in a test of strength. It goes back and forth, first Narly pushes back Big Tiger, then Big Tiger pushes back Narly, and it keeps going until both men's arms start to tremble, but it's Narly who breaks the hold by trying to kick Big Tiger in the gut. He sees the foot coming and jumps back and to the side, dropping one hand and twisting Narly's arm back into a hammerlock, then switches to a side headlock, running forward and dropping into a quick bulldog. Narly's surprised by the shot, and rolls over, looking up at Big Tiger in shock before he pops up quickly, narrowly avoiding a quick standing elbow drop from Big Tiger who thought he was dazed and confused. The two men lock up again, but Narly quickly takes advantage of the situation and pulls Big Tiger into a side headlock. Big Tiger pushes him off, and Narly bounces off the ropes and comes back with a running shoulder tackle to knock Big Tiger down. He bounces off the ropes again to knock Big Tiger down again just as he's getting up. Narly goes for a third time, but Big Tiger takes him down with a rolling leg sweep, and ties him up with a quick ankle lock attempt, but Narly is able to crawl to the corner and tap in Radical before any real damage could be done.

Simone: Narly doing the smart thing

Adams: Not so smart for Radical when Big Tiger is waiting for ya

Garcia: He's nothing special.

Big Tiger sees the tag, but keeps the pressure on Narly's ankle and the ref has to start to count, but Radical has climbed the ropes and stood like he's riding a wave on the turnbuckle for a moment before he leaps off in a missile drop kick to Big Tiger, knocking him backwards and breaking the hold on Narly's ankle. Radical checks on Narly for a moment, and doesn't see that Big Tiger has rolled back to the corner and tagged in Dark Tiger, who had been pacing like a caged animal on the apron, waiting to get the chance to get in the ring. He stalks the 2 surfer dudes like they were prey, waiting for his chance. Radical helps Narly to his feet, and stands there, starts to turn around when he's grabbed by Dark Tiger's big fist around his neck. Narly sees him grab Radical and goes to jump on Dark Tiger's back, but Big Tiger comes in with a quick running clothesline, dropping him to the outside of the ring. Dark Tiger then walks Radical around by his throat for a few moments, and lifts him up for a double handed slam, but Radical tries to fight back, landing blows to Dark Tiger's head and forearms. He happens to land one to Dark Tiger's elbows, and breaks the hold, making him drop Radical back down to the ground. Radical takes the opportunity to go for a low drop kick and brings the larger man down to a single knee. Radical bounces back off the ropes and goes for a shining wizard, but he telegraphs the move, and Dark Tiger ducks down, so Radical bounces off the other ropes, and comes back to a big boot to the face. Diamond is ecstatic at the change in the tide of the match, and she's bouncing around like a cheerleader during NCAA Cheer finals, keeping the crowd pumped up.

Adams: Maybe we should get Diamond out here to be a cheerleader for every match.

Darrell: Why? I'm already bored of her.

Diamond notices that her boy is not trying to take advantage of the opportunity, and starts yelling to Dark Tiger to do a quick cover, but Dark Tiger has other ideas on his mind. You can tell he wants to ensure victory. He leaps high in the air with a roar and drops a big leg drop over Radical's throat and chest. Radical thrashes on the mat, and Dark Tiger climbs to his feet, then drags him to his corner like a sack of potatoes by one hand, then tags in Big Tiger. The ref comes over and starts trying to get Dark Tiger out of the ring as Big Tiger starts to work over Radical with quick knee drops to his solar plexus. Narly tries to come in and stop what's happening to his partner, but Diamond has snuck around the ring, and has a hold to his leg, stopping him from coming in the ring. He tries to shake her off, but she's got a lock on his leg like a pit bull on an intruder, and is actually dragging him down off of the ring apron. He grabs a hold to the ring ropes as she leans back to try to take him all of the way down, and he flicks his leg a bit harder than expected, and she goes flying back into the barricade, connecting her forehead to the metal with a loud thud.

Garcia: This is why The Surf Boys should have never been champions! They've hardly got a move in

Darrell: This is as one sided as it gets. I know they was never that good but this is piss poor

Big Tiger freezes in his assault of Radical as he sees the woman he loves go flying, and as he sees her connect, he loses it. He shouts her name, and runs over to the ropes and looks down at her prone form, then turns attention to Narly, who holds his hands up, shouting at him that it was an accident, and he didn't mean to do it. The sound that comes from Big Tiger's throat is so animalistic, you'd think a real tiger was actually in the ring, and he launches himself at Narly, who hops down off of the ring apron and starts to run around the ring. Big Tiger slides under the ropes and takes off after Narly, but as he turns the corner, Narly has turned around and takes him down with a sneaky clothesline. He picks up Big Tiger and starts throwing him back first into the barricade, then drives his shoulder into his midsection over and over again, keeping him occupied. Dark Tiger climbs down off of the ring to try to help, but Radical has gotten a second wind, and has gotten up and does a baseball slide under the bottom rope, sending Dark Tiger flying into the barricade too. During all of this, Darknyss has come down from the backstage and is checking on the unconscious Diamond with medical staff, and they take her back to the backstage. Darknyss takes her place, cheering on the men of R.O.A.R. and trying to get their attention back on the match.

Simone: We all know that was an accident. The Surf Boys wouldn't do anything to hurt a woman

Garcia: A very happy accident

All of the men are outside of the ring, throwing blows back and forth, and the ref doesn't know how to regain control. The ref starts to count as the chaos continues on outside of the ring.

1....

2....

3....

Narly tries to hit a suplex to the concrete on Big Tiger, but it's blocked once... Twice... Three times, and on the third time, Big Tiger reverses it, sending Narly's back driving into the hard concrete on the outside of the ring. Narly howls and arches, grabbing his back as he rolls around, but Big Tiger's not done with him. He picks him up and tries to drive him back first into the ring post, but Narly spins around, and Big Tiger goes shoulder first into the post instead. He hits and falls to the ground with a howl of pain of his own, rolling around.

Darrell: If he thinks that hurts, wait till he faces us.

4...

5....

6...

Dark Tiger and Radical are going blow for blow, back and forth until Radical blocks one hit and kicks Dark Tiger in the gut. When Dark Tiger doubles over, Radical runs up the steps and drops Dark Tiger with a flying kick to the side of the head. Dark Tiger goes down hard, and Radical leaves him there, and goes over to grab Big Tiger and toss him back into the ring. He then motions for Narly to climb the ropes where they perch on the top turnbuckles like they're riding surfboards, showing their balancing abilities. Big Tiger starts to stir, and climbs to his feet, and that's when the Surf Boys take to the air with the Surf's Up! It connects, and Big Tiger goes flying, but he rolls to his feet, albeit shakily. Radical bounces off the ropes and hits Big Tiger with the No Way!! Narly then jumps back up onto the top rope and lands the Way and floats into the cover...

1... 2... Big Tiger kicks out!! After all three of the finishers, he kicked out!! Though from the dazed look in his eyes, it may have just been an automatic response.

Adams: I think Big Tiger might need a drug test after this one. No man should take three finishers and still get up, it's inhuman

Narly jumps back up into position for a replay of the Way!, but Radical comes over and tags himself in. Narly looks at Radical and shakes his head and tags himself back in, saying that he wants to pin Big Tiger. The pair go back and forth tagging themselves in, which gives Dark Tiger a chance to climb into the ring and take them both down with a big double clothesline. The ref is so confused from the random tags, that he just points at Radical and says 'you're in!!', then goes to getting Dark Tiger out of the ring so the match can continue.

Simone: Referee is getting confused here

Garcia: Every referee is confused here, or we would still be tag champs.

Radical drops a few standing fist drops to Big Tiger who still hadn't stirred, then floats into a cover.

1... 2... Thr... Big Tiger just gets the shoulder up!! He's starting to come around, and Radical tags in Narly, then motions for him to help put Big Tiger up into the tree of woe in their turnbuckle. The then back up and motion to the crowd trying to hype them up. Dark Tiger climbs over the top rope and starts coming over to try and stop them, but the ref intercepts him, backing him back up to his corner as the Surf Boys hit the Hang ten on Big Tiger who just hangs there limply after the impact.

Darrell: Do it again! I like seeing that loser in pain

Narly and Radical high five and pull Big Tiger's feet from around the top ropes and let him just drop to the mat with a thud while the ref is still trying to get Dark Tiger under control. Radical points to Big Tiger, offering Narly the pin, but Narly waves him off, motioning for Radical to do the honors, and they drag him to the center of the ring.

Simone: They could be looking to end it here.

Garcia: Should have ended with those three finishers on a spot thing

Adams: Like I said, R.O.A.R are inhuman at times.

Radical plays up to the crowd, walking around Big Tiger for a bit before he leans over to try for a cover, but Big Tiger surprises him and wraps him up in a small package pin! The ref drops down and counts...

1.... 2.... Radical kicks out, and looks down at him shocked before he shuffles back away from Big Tiger who is still laying there, his eyes glazed and confused, breathing heavily. Narly tags himself in and goes over and starts to try to stomp Big Tiger, but Big Tiger grabs his ankle and trips him down to the ground face first. Big Tiger then locks him in for the Tiger's Cross Suplex before he starts crawling towards his corner. The crowd is on it's feet, going nuts as Darknyss bangs her fist on the ring apron, trying to motivate Big Tiger to keep going, but Radical finally gets motivated and runs in and grabs Big Tiger's foot, dragging him back towards his corner. Dark Tiger is in over the top rope quick as a flash and takes Radical out with a Side Shuffle Kick to the chin, dropping him like he took his head off.

Adams: That was one hell of a kick.

Garcia: No it wasn't, he nearly missed

Simone: What match are you watching?

The crowd is going nuts as Dark Tiger drags Big Tiger back over to their corner and tags himself in. Big Tiger lays there, not even rolling to the outside as Dark Tiger comes in like an animal, throwing fists, clotheslines, and big boot after big boot to the Surf Boys, one after another. He picks Radical up and sends him flying over the top rope, then he lifts Narly up and hits the Eye of the Dark Tiger on him. Big Tiger has finally gotten to his feet, and climbs out of the ring and holds his hand out to his Uncle. Dark Tiger walks over and tags Big Tiger in, and points to Narly. Together, they converge on their fallen opponent, and set him up for their finisher... And connect with Beast Mode!

Dark Tiger steps back and lets his nephew float down for the pin...

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

Justin: The Winners of the match, and the New SCW Tag Team Champions... R.O.A.R.!!

Adams: Those titles are changing hands like hot potatoes, we have brand new tag team champions!

As the referee moves to hold up the hands of Dark Tiger and Big Tiger, the Dying Breed pick up the belts from off the time keeper's table and run towards the ring, slipping in behind the new champions. They wait for Dark Tiger and Big Tiger to turn around, and hit each with one of the titles a piece. They start to lay the boots to the men of R.O.A. R., stomping them as the Surf Boys bail out of the ring, wanting no part of what was going on in the ring.

You can hear Garcia screaming at Dark Tiger and Big Tiger over and over again as he moves from one to the other, kicking and stomping them...

Garcia: "WHO'S THE PUSSIES NOW, BOY?!!!"

Darknyss runs and grabs a chair and slides into the ring, and shouts at Garcia, brandishing it. He and Ivan turn to look at her and laugh at her, pointing. She shrieks and swings the chair, but Garcia punches the chair, knocking it out of her hand. She turns and looks at the two men who start to advance on her and she starts backing away, but stumbles, dropping to her butt. She starts scooting backwards, holding one hand protectively over her stomach as she shakes her head. The two men stand over her and she screams, putting her arms over her head....

And a roar sounding like a demon from hell echoes through the building, stopping everyone in their tracks. The Dying Breed turn to see Dark Tiger charging towards them, and they bail out of the ring before he can reach them. He doesn't stop though, and he slides under the ropes and is about to go after them, when Darknyss calls him back. He goes back to the ring and slides back in, crouching over his pregnant fiancee, looking as if he were daring anyone to come near her. The look on his face is one of murderous revenge as he pulls her closer. Big Tiger comes over with the belts and a microphone.

Big Tiger: "You pussies just made the biggest mistake... ever. Now you're not just our opponents... You're prey for the beasts!"

He drops the mic and lifts the titles high as Dark Tiger keeps roaring at them.




Behind the scenes at Club Alcatraz, Pussy Willow is rushing around backstage with a shocked look on her face. She mutters something under her breath toward the camera, but the microphone doesn't pick it up. However, her urgency comes across clearly as they make their way around until they round a corner and practically bump into Spike Staggs! The audience goes nuts at the sight of this as Spike holds onto Pussy's arm, flashing her a half friendly smirk. He holds his phone back to his ear as he chuckles.

Spike: I'm going to have to call you back...

Pussy: Spike! What an unexpected surprise catching you in Milan, especially so close to THE date. Was that Vixen on the phone?

Spike chuckles a bit at Pussy's forwardness as he tucks his phone into his pocket. He looks over at the camera, looking a tad overwhelmed before looking back to Pussy.

Spike: Huh? Oh, no, no... That was... nobody.

Spike winks before closing his black leather jacket over his vintage Marilyn Manson t-shirt. Pussy looks down at it, and then a bit of shock comes over her face. She tries to speak for a second as Spike shakes his head, his smile still present.

Pussy: Wait. Is that...? Does this mean...? Are you...?

Spike places a finger against Pussy's lips, slowly shaking his head from side to side.

Spike: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Don't talk right now. Just let it sink in for a minute there, Pussy. Don't worry, all will be answered soon enough.

With that, Spike removes his finger from in front of Pussy's face, and then he walks off down the hallway toward a door marked "'Hot Stuff' Mark Ward". This draws even larger cheers from the audience as we fade away




"The Touch" by Stan Bush plays over the PA system, and really for the first time, Roxi and Keira walk out, side by side to the cheers of the audience. Roxi's internet championship is over her shoulder, and Keira places a hand on Roxi's shoulder, as they walk together. Roxi walks up the steps and into the ring, followed closely by Keira. They wave to the audience as Roxi is handed the microphone and the music dies out.

Roxi: Hey everybody! Viva Italia!

Massive cheers, bringing a smile to Roxi and Keira's faces.

Roxi: Now, normally on a night like tonight, in place as cool as this, it would be so wonderful to be out here in front of you normally, but tonight… we have other things to talk about.

Roxi hands Keira the microphone

Keira: The Mean Girls.

Big boos for the dastardly bombshells.

Keira: Now, recently, Amy Marshall, Natalie McKinley, and I, all defeated the Mean Girls, and took almost all their championships. And because of that, they're not too happy with us. So they decided to… turn up the heat so to speak. It's obvious who they're really after. But they won't come down here and try it now. No, they're anyone they look at as easy prey. And that's why we're out here tonight. To ensure that the rest of the division knows… we got your back.

Keira hands the microphone to Roxi as the fans cheer.

Roxi: Now, I don't know what Mark Ward is going to say tonight, but Keira and I are out here, to send a message. This madness, this ridiculousness, needs to stop. Keira and I are not about to sit idly by, and watch the Mean Girls jealousy and anger lead to more bombshell's getting hurt. No more. You want to fight someone ladies, and I use that term, loosely, we are more than willing to fight you.

Cheers for Roxi and Keira standing up for the bombshell's division

Roxi: Stop sneak attacking the bombshells, stop trying to rule with intimidation. Keira and I aren't intimidated, we're not afraid. You really want Keira, Natalie, Amy, and myself for making your lives miserable? Fine, fight US! But we're not going to stand for any other bombshell's getting attacked. We're giving Mark a chance to make his ruling, but if nothing is done…

Keira takes the microphone

Keira: We'll be taking matters in our own hands. And it won't be pretty. Tonight, we're taking a stand. Roxi and Natalie are going to beat the hell out of Amanda and Veronica, and if you guys really wanna try attacking, I'll be watching, and waiting. But we'll both be watching prior to this. If you wanna fight, let's fight!

Keira hands the microphone back to Roxi

Roxi: That was our warning, our message. The days of the Mean Girls running roughshot over SCW, and coming to an end, courtesy, of Team Hero.

Roxi gives the microphone back to the ring attendant, and "the Touch" plays again and Roxi and Keira walk towards the back.

Simone: Finally! Finally someone's had enough of the damn Mean Girls, and is deciding to fight back!

Adams: It may be a fool's errand, with the way the Mean Girls have been decimating people the past few weeks.

Simone: But at least somebody is finally standing up. Roxi and Keira are taking a stand, and maybe, it will inspire more bombshells to band together!

Adams: They may have no choice, but, at least Roxi and Keira are volunteering their services to help!




We return behind the scenes outside of Mark Ward's office to see the door open. Spike walks out, his face appears flustered, but he has a piece of paper in his hands. He pulls his phone out of his pocket and quickly dials a number. He places it to his ear as the phone rings. He walks down the hallway, trying to keep his voice low, but the camera follows him, picking it up very clearly as someone answers on the other end.

Spike: Yeah, I got the contract, we're ready to move forward now... Of course it wasn't a good deal, but I had to accept it to move things forward... It's not about the money, remember? It's about the message... Yeah, there's ears all over the place. We're a go.

Spike hangs up the phone and slides it back in his pocket. He looks back and pushes the camera away from him, not looking very pleased. As the camera tries to readjust, Spike has disappeared.

Simone: Are we seeing the return of Spike Staggs? Is that what all of this was about?

Adams: If I were a betting man, I would say yes, but I'm not good with bets, so we'll see. Spike was always big on the theatrics.




The sound of an engine is heard roaring and the camera turns around to see a sleek white looking sports car, out on a lit up street. The camera moves towards the tinted windows as the door opens and a familiar character steps out of the car.

Adams: Oh no...

The camera moves up to see J2H stepping out of the car.

Simone: Who let this guy on TV?

Boos from the live crowd is heard, but the camera focuses on J2H's face. The cocky youngster smirks at the camera in his face.

J2H: I'm betting you never expected to see me on your screen again.... Tough shit, your night just got better because I'm talking.

The live crowd boo.

J2H: Don't worry SCW roster, I'm not at the show and ready to spring out, kick your asses and look just amazing doing it. I'm actually in Beverly Hills amongst my kind of people. People who look good, people who don't smell, and people who know how to live the high life.

J2H leans back on the car.

J2H: Now why would I after a couple of months appear on your screens once more, making this the best night of your sad lives?

He turns his head away from the camera.

J2H: Because I'm sick of the same old question... What happened to my marriage? Are things working out, all the rest of the shit that is not your business. I will put it to rest once and for all just so you lot shut the fuck up and let me enjoy life.

The crowd cheer at his last statement.

J2H: You think I'm gonna tell you idiots right now?

J2H slowly shakes his head.

J2H: Italy, your not worthy of knowing right now, but as soon as I heard Hot Stuff was back and taking over, I got on the phone to him and spoke to him about coming to a show and blowing the lid off everything. Telling you the truth behind it all, telling you where the story is now. Thanks to that man, you will find out what happened.... at Mayhem in Morocco.

Adams: J2H is gonna be at the supercard.

J2H: You thought Blaque Hart stole the last supercard... wait till you see what I got to say... I'll see you in a few weeks SCW.

J2H walks off camera as the scene fades.




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Hardcore Match, scheduled for one fall to a finish!

The crowd cheers, anxiously anticipating the usual excitement stemming from the madness that is a hardcore match!

Justin: Introducing first, to be accompanied by Pamela Duke-Jackson, Vanessa and Marshall Owens! From Dallas, Texas, weighing 220 pounds -- "THE MENTAL RAPIST" SEAN JACKSON!

Voice over: "Milan, 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 very beautiful women carrying baskets making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena erupts into whistles and catcalls as they are both dressed in very scantily fitted outfits, low cut with lots of leg showing. They get to the edge of the stage before Sean Jackson and his wife Pamela Duke-Jackson step into view. 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.

Simone: Just how many people does he need?

Adams: I don't know, but if he keeps hiring women like that, then he can bring out as many people as he needs.

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

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

As the entourage begins to move towards the ring, the two women reach into their baskets and begin dropping $100 bills on the ramp for Sean Jackson to walk on.

Simone: You've got to be kidding me?

Adams: Are they dropping what I think they're dropping?

Simone: Now he's going too far.

Adams: I'm heading to the concession stand. You want someth...

Simone: Sit down.

Jason Adams almost falls out of his seat as Sean Jackson and company begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot light follows the group down the ramp. Pamela is dressed in a very expensive evening dress, while Vanessa has on a low cut blood red skirt showing off her well toned legs, while Jackson has on a black shirt while wearing black trunks with red MRSJ lettering with gold trim. Of course, Marshall is in his normal suit and tie.

As both women stop on either side of the ring steps, they continue to drop $100 bills on the steps and toss them in the ring in order for Mr. Jackson to continue walking on the green path. Once in the ring, the spotlight continues to bathe 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.

Justin: And his opponent...!

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

Justin: From London, England, weighing 250 pounds... "THE ORIGINAL SINNER" -- CHRIS SHIPMAN!

He is carrying his trademark barbed wire noose in his hand as he slowly walks to the ring. He climbs up onto the ring apron and is about to step through the ropes when Sean Jackson charges, clobbering Shipman with a running forearm to the head that almost knocks the self-proclaimed "Original Sinner" off of the apron, save for his grip on the top rope!

Adams: Sean Jackson is starting this off early!

Holly Wood shrieks in surprise at the pre-match eruption but sees no alternative but to call for the bell early!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Holly is trying to regain control that was never there as Sean hammers away at Shipman who maintains his grip on the top rope and pulls himself back up into a standing position! Shipman then uses the ropes to drive his shoulder into Jackson's midsection, knocking the air from him and he starts waylaying on Jackson's head and back with lefts and rights!

Adams: I think Holly is upset she didn't get to pat Shipman and Sean Jackson down!

Simone: You mean check them?

Adams: No, I really don't.

Shipman grabs hold of Sean by the neck and arm and drags him over the top rope, flipping him out to the floor! Shipman drops down and starts throwing fists but Sean fights back fast and he bulls his body forward, driving the 250 pound Shipman hard against the broadcast table!

Simone: Hey back off! Get away from here!

Adams: Yeah! Go pick on the Spanish announcer's table like everyone else!

Simone: We don't have one!

Adams: Well don't you think this would be a good time to get one!?

Sean Jackson has Shipman pinned down against the table, despite the verbal protests of Belinda and Jason, and he throws heavy handed blows into his opponent's head and body! Sean then grabs two handfuls of Shipman's long, black hair and goes to slam his head into the table but Shipman blocks it, then drives an elbow back into Jackson's face! Shipman grabs Sean and returns the favor, slamming his head into the table with a resounding thud!

Adams: No, Voldemort isn't close. Sean Jackson just has a headache!

Sean almost falls to his knees but manages to stay up, allowing Shipman to grab him arm and he swings him around back-first against the barricade! Shipman then scoops Jackson up and drops him across the railing on his sternum, then as Jackson staggers back, Shipman dives into him with a clothesline that takes him to the floor!

Adams: Shipman is all over Sean Jackson!

Simone: Sean Jackson is one of the most gifted men in this business but a match like this clearly gives a brawler like Shipman the edge!

Shipman grabs Sean and peels hi off of the floor as Pamela cheers for her husband to rally, and Marshall has to keep either woman from trying to assist Sean Jackson! Chris Shipman shoves Sean into the ring post, causing him to stagger around the corner and he finds himself against the barricade and Shipman clotheslines him, knocking Jackson back over the barricade and into the front row of fans!

Simone: Oh this is never good! Get those people away from them!

Adams: I don't think this is what they had in mind for any meet and greets with the wrestlers!

Shipman climbs over the barricade and continues the fight to his opponent, but Sean starts fighting back, burying a fist into Shipman's muscled stomach, then nails an open handed chop to his throat. Shipman staggers back and Sean jumps at him, taking him down at the feet of the fans with a Thesz press, grabbing a handful of hair with one fist and throws a series of blows to the skull with the other! Sean then grabs a vacant chair and presses the edge against Shipman's throat, choking him out! Holly is out on the floor, trying to get the two men to listen to her and bring it back to the ring!

Adams: I don't know what Holly is trying to do. I mean, it *is* a hardcore match! Those two can do whatever they want!

Simone: Holly Wood is trying to get some form of order restored but I don't see it happening with these two!

Sean pulls away from his attack and raises the chair to strike, but Shipman kicks both feet into Jackson's stomach, sending him crashing back into the crowd and dropping the chair! Shipman rises and grabs the fallen chair and throws it, hitting Jackson full on!

Adams: He could have hit the fans with that chair!

Simone: I dare say Shipman doesn't really care!

Shipman mounts Sean Jackson, pinning him down beneath his own weight and he throws more blows into the head of the Mental Rapist! Shipman then drags him up roughly to his feet and goes to send him further into the crowd but Sean manages a counter, reversing it and throwing Shipman into a row of chairs near the barricade, sending Shipman, the fans, AND the chairs scattering! Sean grabs one chair after another, throwing them down into Shipman's prone body, one right after the other!

Adams: Sean Jackson isn't going to beat Shipman in a flat out fist fight. He has to use whatever he can get his hands on!

Simone: And he is!

Sean grabs two handfuls of Shipman's hair and slams his face into the seat of a recently vacated chair, and Shipman falls to his back...

Adams: Is he...?

Simone: He is! Shipman is busted open!

Adams: First blood goes to Sean Jackson!

The strike into the chair has opened a gash on Shipman's forehead and crimson trickles down and seeing this, Sean immediately goes to work! He drops to his knees at Shipman's head and starts throwing fists into the injury, then uses his fingernails to gouge at the wound, worsening it by far! Sean then wraps both hands around Shipman's throat, choking him! Holly tries to issue a count but Sean just smiles and shakes his head.

Sean Jackson: What are you going to do!? Disqualify me!?

Adams: Man's got a point!

Sean gets back to his feet and starts grabbing chairs, throwing them onto the bare floor of the building, piling them up five high! He then goes back after his opposition and drags him up. He goes to whip him down onto the chairs but Shipman reverses it and pulls him into a boot to the gut that doubles Jackson over! Shipman then tucks his head low and grabs him around the waist, throws him up into the air and...

Adams: Oh my god!

Simone: A powerbomb! Chris Shipman just powerbombed Sean Jackson onto that chair pileup!

Sean rolls around on the floor, arching his hurt back and his face bearing a mask of agony!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLT SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Shipman looks down at the fallen Sean Jackson and smiles sadistically through the blood running down his head! He drops into a cover and Holly wastes little time in making a count.

1.....
2.....
3 - NO! Sean Jackson kicks out!

Adams: How the hell did he kick out after a freaking POWERBOMB onto chairs!?

Simone: We're seeing just a small testament of why Sean Jackson is a former World Champion!

Shipman stands up and stares hard at Holly who backs up, holding her hands up in mock surrender. Shipman wipes the blood from his face with his hand and then pats Holly's cheek with that very same hand, staining her cheek and horrifying her!

Simone: That sick and twisted...!

Adams: Careful or else he'll think you like him too!

As Holly scrambles too try and wipe her face clean, Shipman turns around and goes after Sean once again! Shipman sets him up for a second powerbomb, but this time Jackson counters it with a back drop, throwing Shipman up and over onto the pile of chairs!

Simone: The resiliency of Sean Jackson never ceases to amaze me!

Sean slowly gets back to a vertical base and drags Shipman up along with him. He tucks his head into a front facelock...

Simone: DDT onto the chairs!

Shipman grabs his head and falls over onto his back and it's Sean Jackson's turn to cover him for the pin!

1.....
2.....
3 - KICK OUT!

Adams: It's not so easy to keep Shipman down either!

Pamela and Vanessa run over and start shouting at Holly, accusing her of a 'slow count' but Holly all but ignores the two women and instead grabs Vanessa's dress and uses it to hurriedly wipe at her face!

Adams: Groooooossss!

Vanessa all but takes a swing at Holly for the indignity as she pulls away and the fight between the two alpha males continues! Sean starts to pull Shipman up but Chris dives forward, spearing Jackson back against the railing and taking both men over it and they fall in a heap on the ringside floor!

Simone: I do not get how these two brutes can continue fighting like this after the punishment that they have BOTH taken!

Both men slowly start to get to their knees, facing one another. Sean throws a right into the bloody head of Shipman, only to have Shipman throw one right back! The exchange grows heated as the fans continue cheering the action on as lefts and rights are swung until Shipman's size comes into play and a heavy blow lays Jackson out on his back! Shipman then throws the apron up and begins digging beneath the ring itself!

Simone: Oh what now!

And the crowd begins cheering heavier as Shipman drags a table out!

Adams: You had to ask!

As the fans rally behind this heavy hitting, blood soaked action, Shipman sets the table up at ringside, then goes after Jackson once again! He starts to drag him up again when Sean goes low and swings an uppercut right between the legs of Shipman!

Adams: OWWWW!!!!!

Simone: I don't care what kind of freak Shipman is! NO man wants to take it down there!

Adams: Well according to Synn...

Simone: Oh shut it!

Sean then displays some strength of his own, picking the 250 pound Shipman up onto his shoulders -- AND DROPS HIM THROUGH THE TABLE WITH A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER!!!

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

Adams: I couldn't have said it better myself!

Shipman lies in the remnants of the table and Sean drops over him with a cover!

1.....
2.....
3 - SHIPMAN GETS THE SHOULDER UP!

Adams: HOW!? I would like to know -- HOW!

As would Sean Jackson because he has a handful of Holly's shirt, screaming at the official but she is adamant that it as only a count of two! Sean, frustrated, gets to his feet as best he can and takes his anger out on Shipman, stomping down on every inch of his opponents body! Sean then grabs him and has to power his larger foe to his feet. He goes for a fist but Shipman suddenly bocks it, grabs him around the waist and brings him over onto the table's shards and floor with a belly to belly suplex!

Simone: Shipman can take more punishment than any man I have ever seen!

Adams: I guess those S&M dungeons can really test a man's mettle!

Now BOTH men are lying prone on the floor, and Holly has little choice but to begin her count!

1...
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...

Shipman manages to get to his feet, and he pulls Sean up and rolls him back inside of the ring, hen tosses a fallen chair from ringside in after him.

Adams: Really? After all this time NOW they go back into the ring!?

Simone: This is actually the first time they've been in the ring since this match started!

Shipman then begins searching under the ring again, rummaging until he pulls out...

Adams: Ohhh NO!

He pulls out a whole spool of barbed wire!

Simone: What asinine IDIOT put THAT under the ring!?

Shipman has a sick smile as blood pours down his face. He rolls the spool of wire into the ring and slowly slides in behind it.

Adams: Look at Jackson's panty droppers! They look about ready to climb in there themselves!

Simone: They don't dare with Shipman also in there!

Shipman than begins to wrap Sean's face in barbed wire like bandages on a mummy!

Simone: What kind of sick and twisted freak does this to another human being!?

Adams: Chris Shipman, that's who!

Once satisfied that he has covered enough of Sean's head in barbed wire, Shipman grabs a chair laying in the ring and raises it above his head, and brings it crashing down into Jackson's barbed wire wrapped skull!

Adams: Holy...!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Adams: Thank you!

Sean Jackson thrashes and screams as blood flows down the gashes in his head from the barbs while Shipman just looks down at him through his own blood soaked hair with that demented smile!

Adams: And Lord Raab thinks HE'S sicker than this nutter!?

Shipman slowly raises the chair for a second blow when the crowd starts reacting to someone hopping the guardrail...!

Simone: Who...?

Adams: GOTH! What the hell!?

Former World Champion Goth jumps into the ring and tears the chair from behind Shipman's grasp! Shipman spins around and Goth kicks him in the stomach before he can react, then slaps on the Chaos DDT!

Adams: I don't believe what I am seeing! What is Goth doing back here!?

Simone: The first ever Triple Crown Champion in SCW history is back! -- And he is helping Sean Jackson!

Goth walks over and without a care for his own well being, grabs the barbed wire and unwraps it from around Sean Jackson's head! Goth then kicks it away and calmly exits the ring, leaving a bewildered Vanessa, Pamela and Marshall Owens in his wake! Goth simply walks back up the aisle amidst a chorus of hateful boos with his fist in the air, as a bloody and hurt Sean Jackson crawls over to the fallen form of Chris Shipman and covers him!

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

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Here is your winner ... "THE MENTAL RAPIST" SEAN JACKSON!

The crowd boos as Holly immediately calls for paramedics! The medical staff and Synn himself rushes out from the back! The paramedics check on both men and begin loading them onto their respective gurneys while Synn checks on Shipman while Marshall, Pamela and Vanessa hover about Sean Jackson!

Adams: That had to be one of the goriest fights I have ever seen! Plus... Goth!

Simone: I still can not believe Goth has returned to Sin City Wrestling! One of the sickest and most twisted of minds has seemingly declared war on ... one of the sickest and most twisted of minds!




GRUDGE MATCH
Chris Shipman vs Goth




Backstage at Climax Control, Ms. Rocky Mountains is standing by with a microphone in hand.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: It's a been a great night of action so far...

Gabriel steps in front of the camera, his SCW World Heavyweight championship over his shoulder. He puts a hand up to Rocky.

Gabriel: Just go away, I don't need to be asked your questions, I think I got this one on my own.

Rocky looks offended as she walks away from the camera, but Gabriel turns to face it.

Gabriel: Well it's that time again where your champion gets to talk and you get to listen. It's been a funny night so far, we've seen a little something from people we don't expect a thing from but I was sitting waiting for a certain guy to appear and speak about how good he is and how he hasn't lost and all the rest of it we hear from that man called Andrew Watts.

Gabriel sighs.

Gabriel: Yet I get absolutely nothing, not a thing from a man who want to be a champion, not just a champion, THE champion. That disappoints me Andrew, it disappoints me that you went all the way through beating all those people for this prize, yet you now offer me nothing.

Gabriel runs his hand on the title belt on his shoulder.

Gabriel: Come out, come out where ever you are Andrew, because you being here would make people interested in this match, people will be delighted with you actually showing you care, but I understand why you're keeping your distance from me. You're scared, aren't ya? You're scared to be in the same arena as me, let alone the same ring as me. That's ok Andrew, you wouldn't be the first and you won't be the last but I'm gonna make this clear from where ever you're watching. The next supercard, the closest you will get to this, will be when I step in the ring. This title belt will never be in your hands, this title belt will never leave my possession. Three weeks time, there will be no hiding, there will be no more shying away from me. This title will always be mine, no amount of numbers that you have up your sleeve will ever help you. May God have mercy on your soul.... cause I will not.

Gabriel walks off camera as the scene fades out.




We find our way inside of the club's VIP section, seemingly reserved for the Mean Girls "locker room" area. We hear a bit of moaning as we pan around to see Giani Di Luca with his arms cradled around someone's waist. He is licking at his bottom lip, a bit of sweat forming on his brow as he looks down, nodding his head as he mutters "Oh yeah" under his breath. The moaning is coming from the Bombshell in front of him, who is obviously Veronica Taylor, though we can't see her face through her fabulous two-toned hair. After a moment, she turns her head to stare up into Giani's dark, heated eyes with a sensual wink and puckering of the lips.

Veronica: You're the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. You're really helping me stretch out my legs.

Giani: No problem baby doll. Trust me when I say that the pleasure is awl mine.

Giani's bulky, muscular frame tenses up as he winks and chuckles for her. She leans up and into his arms as she brings them up, wrapping them around her shoulders as she leans back to kiss him. He doesn't put up a fight as he sinks into it as well. Veronica turns around and does a cheerleader style kick, resting her foot on Giani's chest. Giani grabs onto it, and holds it in place as he presses his lips against her shin, giving a few seductive kisses as Veronica reaches out, stretching further.

Giani: Sono sempre felice di aiutarvi , mia bella…

Veronica: Sé que estás. Mi hombre guapo

Veronica gave him a seductive wink as she continued to stretch her legs out. Rubbing on the leg sensually with her well manicured hand. Before coming back and kissing Giani even harder. Giani pauses only for a second to speak

Giani: Gawd, I love it when ya speak Spanish. So freakin' hot…

Giani lowers Veronica's leg slightly only enough for him to scoop her other leg up, pressing her against the wall as she smile deviously at his animalistic actions. He presses his lips against her neck as she leans her head back to moan.

Veronica:I know it is papi, mmm with this stretching those girls don't stand a chance.

Veronica then, presses into him and begins to kiss his neck lightly before going back to his lips. As she goes back to stretching on Giani, groaning slightly. Giani doesn't even seem to notice the curtains opening, but the sound catches Veronica's attention as she looks over toward them in a bit of shock. However, she bites onto her bottom lip before claiming her territory by giving Giani one last deep, lingering kiss. There is a giggle as the camera turns to see Amanda Cortez standing there with her tag title displayed on her trim waist.

Amanda: There was a party here and I was not invited? Ronnie, as your tag partner, I am hurt.

Veronica's lip quivers as she lets herself down. Giani mutters under his breath as he lets Veronica go free. He turns around innocently, placing his hands in front of his crotch as Amanda giggles again, placing her hand on Giani's shoulder, nudging Veronica playfully.

Amanda: You can calm down now. I do not mind at all, Giani. If I can't join, then perhaps I can watch?

Veronicas mouth is wide shocked as she thought this would be a private moment between her and her boo. As, she flicks her hair arrogantly, and in a coy manner.

Veronica:Well, there really is no need to get curious about my boyfriend here.

Giani: Ey, ey, ey ladies… C'mon!

Amanda: Who says it is your boyfriend I'm curious about?

Amanda winks as she circles around toward a nearby booth, taking a seat as she unstraps her belt, placing it on the table. She places her hands behind her head as Giani chuckles as Amanda motions that they have the floor. Veronica places her hands on her hips, scoffing and rolling her eyes with a flip of the hair. Amanda growls in frustration as she leans forward, placing her hands on top of her belt.

Amanda: Fine… you guys are probably boring to watch anyway. But I must ask why you feel it important to stretch for these ladies we face tonight. We will be in and out of that ring so fast when we beat those disgusting sluts, there is no need.

Veronica smirks nodding slowly, as she says in her normal tone.

Veronica: Well thats obvious, but I am not trying to get injured out there. I mean, I am one of the founding mothers of the Mean Girls, its like I say ugly basic ratchet bitches always go down and go down hard. Tonight, will be no exception to that rule.

Giani wraps his arms around Veronica carefully from behind as he kisses on her neck. Veronica sighs in delight as she looks over to Amanda.

Veronica: Now, if you don't mind, I need to continue… warming up… with Giani, and we don't need an audience. Thanks…

Amanda: Fine, but don't wear yourself out too much, or Giani might get a spanking from me hehe.

Amanda winks once more as she giggles on her way toward the curtains again. Veronica raises her hand and does a sarcastic version of a Disney princess wave goodbye to Amanda. Amanda poses in a sexy manner before pulling the curtains closed tightly behind her. Veronica turns around in Giani's arms and then leans in to his ear.

Veronica: Now, where were we…?

Giani quickly picks her up and brings her back against the wall as he continues to kiss on her neck as the cameras fade out.




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 begins 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.

Amy surveys the crowd for a moment, before continuing down the ramp, as Amy she slaps the fans hands at ringside. Amy then climbs into the ring, where she grabs a mic and removes her mask and moves to the centre of the ring. Waiting for the crowd to die down, Amy raises the mic to her lips.

Amy: "Ciao Milano. Is everyone enjoying the show?" { Ciao Milano . È tutto godersi lo spettacolo ?}

The crowd cheer at Amy, who is impressed that she took the time to learn Italian. Amy smiles before continuing…

Amy: "You know… I should be angry or even pissed off that Raynin beat me for the Bombshell championship last week.

The crowd boo.

Amy: "But I instead found myself more upset than anything else… I don't know why I wasn't angry or pissed off. I guess I accepted my fate and loss even before the match had started."

Amy shrugs.

Amy: "But I still fought to keep the title, I did my damned hardest not to the lose the title to her, but it wasn't to be. So what happens from here? I could go for the Internet title… become a grand slam winner… but that would deprive me of my rematch that I am owed… I have tasted bombshell championship gold and I want another taste.

I want to become a two-time bombshell champion and be part of that small elite group have held the title more than once.

And I would like to remind you Raynin, that I will be enforcing my rematch clause…

You hear that Raynin…

I am coming for you and that title… I am coming to take back what is mine."

Amy smiles as The boogie man by the hell freaks hits over the p.a once again, as Amy drops the mic and then makes the universal sign for the title belt to be around her waist. She then climbs out of the ring and heads up the ramp and to the backstage area.




Justin: The following contest is a GLASS TABLES Match! The only way to win is via Pinfall or Submission! And it is for the SCW Roulette Championship!

Simone: Just look at those glass tables stacked up at the end of the entrance ramp, there are at least 10 of them.

Adams: I really want to see someone go through glass... multiple times.

Justin: Making his way to the ring first... from Munich, Germany! He is the SCW Roulette Championship Number One Contender, Lord Raab!

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.

Adams: Raab not really a people person, but the fans seem to back him tonight...

Before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start with Henry standing outside of the ring.

Justin: And his opponent... from Las Vegas, Nevada... the SCW Roulette Champion, Alex Kaelin!

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.

Simone: The Champion looks focused and confident...

Adams: That he does...

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

Adams: Here we go...

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Simone: It's on!

The two men stand in opposite of each other in the ring and the bell sounds. The two men circle the ring for a few seconds, staring at each other, their eyes completely locked on one another. It seems as if they are exchanging a few harsh words with each other but we can't quite make out what they are saying exactly, then again... they could be exchanging friendly words as well... wait, does Raab even speak the same language as Kaelin? Finally they begin to move in towards each other as they lock up and the action is finally under way! They push into each other but no one gets the distinct advantage. Raab tries to pull Kaelin into a fancy headlock but Kaelin grabs ahold of Raab's lower forearm and applies a quick wrist lock on Raab who yells out in pain. Raab spins out of it, sliding under the arm of Kaelin, pulling Kaelin's arm behind his back and locking him into an armlock! Kaelin squints in pain for a few seconds before spinning out of it himself as Kaelin hits a huge knee to the gut of Raab, hugging him as he performs a nice belly-to-belly to gain control. Kaelin is quick to pounce on Raab who is quick to his feet. Kaelin hits a few right hands, backing Raab up to the ropes as Kaelin grabs Raab by the arm and irish whips him into the ropes. Raab bounces off and goes as he comes back he goes for a clothesline but runs into a huge clothesline from Kaelin instead. Kaelin smirks, standing up while he taunts the crowd

Simone: Kaelin able to gain the early advantage so far, however this match still has a long... long way to go.

Adams: The SCW Roulette Champion showing off some early skills alright.

Kaelin's taunts allow Raab the time to get up. Raab tries to sneak up on Kaelin but Kaelin turns around just in time as the two stand a few inches away from each other. Raab smirks, Kaelin goes nose-to-nose with Raab and is about an inch taller than Kaelin, but that doesn't stop Raab from getting into Kaelin's face. Kaelin shoves Raab, Raab smirks as he laughs a bit. Raab takes a step forward, shoving Kaelin who shakes his head. Raab takes a step back and nails Kaelin with a haymaker. Kaelin responds with one of his own. Raab responds back and they begin swinging back and forth. Raab begins to take control with the punches but Kaelin hits a cheap poke to the eye that staggers Raab for a few seconds. Kaelin smirks as he watch Raab hold his eye and... bam! Hits Raab with a huge clothesline that sends him straight to the canvas.

Adams: There you go Kaelin! Show him who is boss!

Simone: What a cheap shot, wow.

Adams: No rules Simone, anything goes...

Kaelin goes back on the assault with a quick elbow drop. He smirks as he reaches down and grabs Raab by the hair. Kaelin pulls Raab to his feet and locks in a standing sleeper hold. Raab holds Kaelin's arm, trying to pull it off from around his neck but he just can't get the tight grip off. Raab twists, turns but can't seem to overpower Kaelin. Raab looks to make his way out of this hold at any cost. Raab reaches back as far as possible, pulling Kaelin by the hair with one hand, and clawing against his eyes with the other hand. Kaelin's grip loosens and Raab pulls Kaelin's arm down and away from his neck, Kaelin responds by pushing Raab chest first into the corner. Kaelin then runs at Raab, clotheslining him straight into the turnbuckle as Raab's chest bounces straight off of the middle turnbuckle pad, sending Raab staggering backwards. Kaelin throws his arms around the waist of Raab as he sets him up for one of Raab's favorite moves... Kaelin has Raab set up for a German suplex from the looks of things.

Adams: Here it comes!

Simone: We have seen Raab use this move before and it is never pretty for the opponent, looks like Kaelin wants to steal some moves from his fellow REJECT.

Kaelin lifts, but Raab locks his leg behind Kaelin's.... Kaelin lifts again, but Raab once again stops the momentum. Raab hits a backward elbow to the head of Kaelin as Kaelin loses his grip and falls to a knee. Raab leans forward for a second to take a breather and recover. Kaelin is quick to stand up, but Raab has turned around and Raab hits a clothesline from nowhere. Kaelin is quick to his feet again, running at Raab and looking for a clothesline of his own but Raab ducks under it, hitting a running shoulder smash to the back of Kaelin which sends Kaelin straight into the ropes in front of him. Kaelin bounces off of the ropes as Raab hits a huge knee to Kaelin's back and throws his arm over Kaelin's neck. Raab throws Kaelin back against the canvas, showing off some solid power against his fellow REJECT. Raab goes to pick Kaelin up again, grabbing Kaelin by the shoulder, but Kaelin grabs a hold of Raab's ear. Raab yells out in pain as Kaelin looks to be controlling Raab's with a hold that in a normal match would definitely be considered an illegal hold as Kaelin stands to his feet, still locked onto the ear of Raab. Kaelin finally lets go and goes for a clothesline but Raab ducks it, sending Kaelin bouncing off of the ropes and right into a nice spear from Raab!

Simone: Gorgeous spear there by Lord Raab!

Adams: Damn Kaelin! Get up, what is wrong with you?

Kaelin smartly rolls to the outside as the ref checks on Raab's ear. A bit of blood rolls down Raab's cheek from either a scratch or small cut on his ear but he insists that it's nothing. Raab slides out of the ring as Raab goes to chase down Kaelin but Kaelin was ready and hits a huge flying forearm to send Raab straight to the arena floor. Kaelin smirks as he walks over to the stack of glass tables. Kaelin looks down at the glass tables, nodding his head with a cocky smirk. Kaelin grabs one of the tables, walking a few feet over and setting it up just outside of the ring. Kaelin then walks back to the stack of tables, grabbing another and sliding this one straight into the ring. Kaelin smirks, walking around the ring and...

BAM!

Kaelin is hit out of nowhere with a diving fist off of the apron! This sends Kaelin straight to the ground as Lord Raab tries to make his way to his feet, definitely taking Kaelin out for a bit.

Simone: Wow what a move by Raab! I loved seeing that, I wouldn't mind a replay.

Adams: Eh, I mean... I have seen better...

Simone: You're really up Kaelin's butt today aren't you...

Raab walks over to the stack of glass tables, staring at them for a few seconds before grabbing one as well. Raab slides it into the ring as well as he slides in after it. Raab props the table up diagonally against the turnbuckle. Raab makes sure that the table is set up correctly and is sturdy as he nods his head, turning around and making his way towards the ropes. Raab hops out of the ring and grabs Kaelin who was about halfway to his feet. Raab hits a knee to Kaelin's gut and slides him into the ring. Raab slides in after as Kaelin makes his way to his feet and Raab runs at him, only to be thrown to the canvas by a huge spinebuster from Kaelin! Kaelin goes for the first cover of the match...

...1

...2

...Nope!

...Kickout by Raab! Raab isn't going to let Kaelin have this one that easily. Kaelin stands up, having a word with the referee who basically ignores him. Kaelin grabs Raab by the hair, lifting him to his feet. Raab hits a quick vicious knee to the gut of Kaelin and grabs him, looking to throw him into the propped up glass table but Kaelin reverses the irish whip, catching Raab in his arms, hugging him...

...

Overhead Belly-To-Belly Suplex!

...

Raab goes crashing right through the table, glass shattering everywhere as Raab's body smashes into the turnbuckle, and then goes smashing straight into the canvas along with the shreds of glass. The crowd instantly begins to chant "holy shit." Raab full of tiny cuts all over his body, a noticeable one near his upper forehead, just above his mask, which is dripping a decent amount of blood.

Simone: Wow... this is out of control...

Adams: This is SCW! This is Roulette!!!

Simone: Raab isn't moving, and Kaelin is looking like he is about to retain...

Kaelin rolls Raab onto his back, Raab barely moving as Kaelin looks down with a smirk, going for the cover on Lord Raab who still hasn't moved a muscle and may very well needed medical attention.

Simone: And the cover...!

Adams: I love it.... brutality, the Notorious one does it!

The count...

...1

...2

...

...Raab doesn't move a muscle...

Adams: Raab is out!

But Kaelin goes sliding out of the ring, what the hell? Gavin Stephens just grabbed Kaelin by the leg and slid him right out of the ring, before Kaelin could get the three count!

Simone: Whoa!?

Adams: What?! Is he even still on the roster? Where is security?!

Gavin begins to pound away with right hands on Kaelin. Kaelin fights back with a right hand of his own, tackling Gavin against the ring as Gavin pounds against Kaelin's back with right hands and elbows to the back, the two go at it with right hands for a few seconds. Kaelin goes for a clothesline but Gavin ducks it, spinning Kaelin around and kicking him straight in the gut... Kaelin hunches over, grabbing his stomach in pain...

...

Vicarious Visions!

...

Connects! Kaelin goes crashing off of Gavin' knees as he falls just in front of the table that he had set up earlier. Gavin smirks and turns around as he looks down at Kaelin. Gavin smirks, the crowd actually cheering for Gavin who when we last saw was a heel, but he is definitely getting over with the fans right now. Gavin looks down at Kaelin and then in at Raab, both men are completely out as Gavin walks over Kaelin's body, smirking as he hops the barricade, disappearing into the crowd.

Simone: I did not.... expect that.

Adams: I don't think anyone did, wow... he screwed Kaelin, the match was over!

Simone: I really am still trying to take it all in, is Gavin Stephens back? Is he not a REJECT?

Adams: Your guess is as good as mine.

A few seconds pass, a while actually...

Simone: Wow! Lord Raab is somehow... someway actually starting to stand up in the ring!

Adams: Yeah... but so is Kaelin!

Kaelin is trying to use the table he had set up earlier to push himself to his feet while Raab has made his way to his feet in the center of the ring. The crowd has started a "let's go Raab" chant as Raab staggers around the ring, obviously still hurting. Seems the crowds in Europe have really been behind Raab lately. Kaelin pushes himself up, but is leaned forward over the glass table as he is still feeling the damage from the vicious move that he received from Gavin Stephens. Raab looks at Kaelin, then back at the ropes. Raab runs back against the ropes, bouncing off, running towards the opposite side and diving through the middle rope as he hits a suicide dive to the back of Kaelin and...

...

Both men crash through the glass table! Raab landing on top of Kaelin, but both men laying in shards of glass, and barely moving once again. The crowd of course, chanting "holy shit" once again! The men lay there for a good amount of time, barely moving, the crowd watching, waiting for anything.

Simone Wow! I never would have expected that from Raab, but I guess anything can happen in this type of match! Raab just flew through the middle rope and... he broke everything including himself and his opponent!

Adams: I can't believe the crowd actually enjoyed that, what a sick bastard Lord Raab is!

Simone: The crowd loves it because it is what they paid to see!

Finally after a long while, both men begin to make their way to their feet. They both stand, barely… their legs look like jello as they stagger in the shards of glass, just a few feet away from each other. Raab grabs Kaelin by the back of the hair, staggering while walking him towards the ring and sliding him into the ring. Raab covers Kaelin before Kaelin can get to his feet... the count,

...1

...2

...Nope!

...Kickout! Kaelin doesn't let Raab get the win yet, it seems as if these two want to inflict even more pain on one another. The two are slow to their feet as they begin to exchange right hands with each other. Kaelin gains the upper hand, hitting a few in a row and then... clothesline! Ducked by Raab, spinning Kaelin around, a kick to the gut as Raab sets him up for the finish...

...

Killerbuster!

...

Kaelin doesn't let Raab lift him, overpowering Raab and throwing him back over his shoulder. Raab lands on his back and somehow is quick to his feet, only to walk into a huge kick to the gut from Kaelin...

...

Killswitch!

...

Raab moves out of the way, Kaelin loses his balance as Raab grabs him by both legs, grabbing the legs of Kaelin, sweeping him onto his back and tossing him back, vaulting him through the air as Kaelin's chin bounces off of the turnbuckle and Raab looks for the end again...

...

Running Knee to the Gut by Raab!

...

Simone: This match is at it's top moment right now!

Adams: Kaelin caught the knee!

Kaelin catches Raab's knee before it hits, hitting a huge knee to the gut off his own... pulling Raab down, falling to a knee and.... LOW BLOW! Kaelin hits a vicious low blow to Raab who is hunched over in a lot of pain!

Adams: Here it comes!

Kaelin jumps up into the air and...

...

Killswitch!

...

Raab shoots Kaelin up into the air somehow, Kaelin's foot vaulting up off of the head of Raab and...

...

The Raabinator in mid air !!!!!

...

The cover!

...

...1

...2

...

...3!

The bell sounds as Raab rolls over onto his back, both men covered in tiny cuts from the glass tables that they have gone through. Kaelin a nice sized cut on the corner of his forehead, dripping a bit of blood... Raab's cut opened a bit more now on his eyebrow. Both of these men putting on one hell of a fight as Raab rolls onto his stomach, his forearms rolling in random pieces of glass as he tries to push himself up. He is handed his newly won Championship as he holds it high above his head, nodding his head as finally he claims gold here in SCW!




The world is a cold, dark, place. In a town where the only law is the one that money can buy…..one man must take matters into his own hands. Drake Green is……..

On July 3rd…Justice Gets Served!




SCW WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP
Raynin © vs Amy Marshall




Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage Sin City Wrestling's very own "Hostess With the Mostess"... Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd cheers as two very well built bodybuilders in loin cloths carry Amanda out by the arms. Amanda is dressed as a comical version of Disney's Ariel the mermaid. The two bulky men sit Amanda on a stage boulder and as she begins to comb her long, red hair, she begins to sing the famous Italian song...

Amanda: In the bottom of mar, in the background Sea
the bearded seal, always liked
who is lonely, she likes to sing
a siren is heard with a mustache
a siren fund Sea
fish and the birds clap their wings
roar and applause of fins and bubbles
the spectacular backdrop
musical abyss

I vispa Pryntyl
by bob mischievous
Neptune was thrown at my feet
Call me begging Nunù
first star of the Ballet
the ballet of the waves
a tutu algae in blue
Call Nunù
because they are a siren song in sirenese
sways the floor
in the sea shake hearts
assail them the evils of nostalgia
approach narwhals and prawns
hatch pearl oysters

I have not lost my voice for a pair of legs
as the Little Mermaid in pledge of love
but I lose the smoking and drinking
I'll throw in the orgy of the senses singing
and I get drunk and dancing stordisco
nell'ebrezza happy embracing
everything on earth is consumed
love at dawn turns into foam

But the abyss is all a hoot
You can still meet a clown fish
and when you're sad just a siren
cheeky, flirtatious, full of scales
tailed throat

Do yourself flying around porpoises
seahorses
earth and bathers
listen as Sturo the abyss
Now the scandal will give me
because they are a siren song in sirenese
Pryntyl slash slash smack smack glug glug
Call Nunù

Now Pryntyl you gone in tavern
in exile from kraken and krill
have you gone to earn the birba
between biffe, pimps and playboy
pimps and the port will take
to the line of grog and skunk
and I get drunk by dint of spriz
and I get drunk if I do the biz

Throw handsome officer at sea
I want to go
scaled to shine
but I do not know
Captain dead head
or two will end all the twisted neck
we will end up with him among the rocks in schiamare
kruag kruag kruag sunk with me
and not just to a mermaid
singing in sirenese ..
Pryntyl slash slash smack smack glug glug
Pryntyl slash slash smack smack glug glug
Pryntyl, smack smack glug glug

The song ends and the Italian crowd cheers for Amanda as the two bodybuildeers walk around and scoop her back up. She looks around, confused, as she is removed from the stage to much fanfare.




Simone: Can you believe that, Jason? The show is really heating up now.

Adams: It sure is, and just in time to see...

The lights in Club Alcatraz go out as an electric drum is heard beating like a heartbeat. After a moment of this, the beating turns into the opening of "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson. The crowd cheers in excitement as a red light begins flashing on the tron, as well as on the stage. It flashes to the beat of the music until the electronic organ picks up. With each flash on the stage, we begin to see a figure emerge from behind the curtains. On the stage, the figure is wearing a black jacket, under which his a hooded sweatshirt, with the hood raised up over its head. The figure steps forward and stands on the edge of the ramp. As the vocals pick up, we begin to notice the figure seems to multiply slowly, until there are around fifteen hooded figures spread across the stage, just shoulder length apart. one by one, they begin to file down the ramp, circling the ring. The word "NOBODIES" flashes across the screen in rough red lettering as the hooded figures turn to face the ring, staring across at the other hooded figures. They climb up onto the apron, looking around through their black ski masks. The lights return to normal as the many hooded figures enter the ring and they begin to walk around slowly.

Simone: The crowd is alive for Spike Staggs tonight! But, I'm not sure I understand what's going on with the hooded guys.

Adams: Really? It's simple... Okay, no, I'm lost too...

The figures continue to swirl around in the ring for a moment before two of them look to one another, nodding slowly. One of the figures pulls his hood back slowly, looking out across the audience as they sit on the edge of their seats in anticipation. He reaches his black glove up to his mask, holding it there for a second before shaking his head. Instead of removing the mask, he walks over to the ropes, jumping outside and to the timekeepers table to retrieve his own microphone. He pulls himself back inside of the ring, taking his spot once more.

???: No, not yet. Let me cherish this for a moment...

Crowd: SPIKE! SPIKE! SPIKE! SPIKE!

The masked figure looks up, flashing a pearly white smile at the audience, his icy blue eyes staring deep into each and every onlooker's eyes. He then shakes his head and looks back down at the ground.

???: Not exactly...

The figure lowers his head and slowly pulls his mask off, leaving each and every person in suspense as he flashes the signature Staggs' smile as his light red hair falls out from underneath it as many of the shrieking fans stop, getting silent. Tim Staggs stands there with a pleased smile on his face, chuckling as he looks around at the other fourteen hooded figures surrounding him.

Tim: Heh, I shouldn't have expected anything other than this... You see, you fans... management... my fellow talent... Oh yeah, I can say that because I got a nifty, or more aptly said *air quotes* crappy, contract. Yeah, everyone who can hear me right now, was expecting some big return. It was on the card that some big star was returning when referring to my little message last week. No, I'm sorry to disappoint. Wait, to quote a personal friend of mine HashtagSorryNotSorry.

The somewhat excitable rookie, Tim Staggs, seems to be going off on a tangent until one of the hooded figures taps his shoulder, reeling him back some. Tim nods his head and takes a deep breath.

Tim: Instead of getting this big star that likely drew big ticket sales this week... you got me. A nobody. A kid who is only known because his father was a big draw for this company. If I mentioned my last name, you people would go batshit crazy for me, despite having no clue who I really am.

The crowd gives a mixed reaction as Tim looks around, his eyes lit up as if he were a master of a suicide cult. He stares around, chuckling more as he raises his free hand into the air, his index finger extended as he commands attention.

Tim: This is the way the business operates. I'm aware of it, but that doesn't mean that I'm going to sit back and watch a washed up Magician, a few lost runway models, a mental hospital reject with a pedophile smile, or any of the other *air quotes* talent of SCW rise above the rest. No, I refuse to. So tonight, I'm going to be taking this show back. The nobodies will rule, whether you like it or not, I'm afraid. That's right. This is your show…

Tim reaches over and pulls a mask off of one of the nearby men, revealing a no name man.

Tim: … and your show…

Tim walks over to another person, pulling the mask from their head to reveal a raven-haired woman who nods her head, mouthing a "Thank you" to Tim.

Tim: … and your show…

Tim approaches two more, pulling the masks from their faces at the same time. He turns to the other for a moment.

Tim: … and your show, and your show…

Tim approaches the rest of the group, methodically unmasking each person to reveal a bunch of no name people, most likely not even wrestlers.

Tim: … and your show, and your show, and your show, and your show, and…

As Tim approaches the last few people, pulling their masks off, the crowd lets out a shocked gasp, as one of the faces unmasked is none other than Kris Halich! He doesn't even seem to notice as he continues on, pulling the masks off of the remaining two people.

Tim: … and your show, and your show, and… Hey, wait a minute. Who are you?

Tim turns back to Kris Halich and scratches his head, with an intrigued smile on his face.

Kris: I'm a nobody, who are you?

Tim: Why, I'm a nobody too!

Tim laughs as he shakes his head, seeming to be the only one amused by his "joke". He hands the microphone over to Kris as he rallies around the nobodies standing inside of the ring, gaining their support. Kris looks out to the crowd first, shaking his head before turning back to Tim specifically.

Kris: I just thought... you know... with all the talk of people knowing your last name because of someone else in your family, and having that talent that nobody recognizes felt familiar. I have been saying the same thing for weeks, not that anybody noticed.

Kris turns and looks over his shoulder at the crowd with a disappointed look on his face. He shrugs it off and raises the microphone back up.

Kris: I mean, last week, I was right in the middle of a sentence when an interviewer walked out on me. For weeks I have been here, consistently winning all of the matches I have been put in on Climax Control, and yet not one person in the locker room seems to know my name. So, plainly speaking, I am probably the biggest nobody in this ring. I am more of an unknown than you.

He points towards one of the unmasked individuals.

Kris: Or you... or you... or you... or you...

He goes around in a circle, pointing at a different individual each time.

Kris: The thing is, I am starting to realize that there is nothing I can say or do that is going to make anyone see me differently. If there was, then they would have noticed by now.

Tim: They won't notice until you make them notice, Kris. That's what this…

Tim points from his chest to Kris', back and forth a few times for emphasis before continuing.

Tim: … is. You and I could win a Nobel Peace Prize, cure cancer and AIDS, while using the proceeds to end world hunger, and there people still wouldn't know our names, but it's okay. Embrace it, brother!

Tim gives an encouraging pat to Kris' chest, right above his heart.

Tim: If the game won't pay attention to us as we are, then we have two options. We can change ourselves, or we can change the game, and I for one, think the game is in need of changing.

Kris laughs and again looks around the group. He raises his free hand to cover the smile that comes across his face. A few times, he tries to raise the microphone to say something, but can't. When he is finally able to compose himself he looks back at Tim.

Kris: It is in need of changing... and it is going to take a couple of nobodies to make them realize it?

He nods a few times.

Kris: I like the sound of that.

Tim: We are The Nobodies, but we're going to be somebodies.

Tim drops the microphone down to the mat as he and Kris raise their arms up in the air to a light mixed reaction. They turn around, seeming pleased with any reaction at all. Soon enough, they are joined by the other unmasked nobodies, and they exit the ring, walking up the ramp as "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson plays.

Simone: That was not what I was expecting at all, but it is good to see the next generation of Staggs inside of the ring, and teaming with someone of Kris Halich's caliber… the tag champs had better watch out.

Adams: Kris who? Do you mean Halc? And who was that ginger kid with the daddy issues?




Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen walking backstage, when Pussy Willow moves in front of him. Hot Stuff looks her up and down.

HS: Now there's a couple of things I've missed.

Pussy looks uncomfortable but raises a microphone towards Hot Stuff.

Pussy: Mind if I have a word?

HS: You can have a few if you want.

Pussy: Tonight, you've had a run in with Chris Shipman, told current champions to start pulling their weight, not punished The Mean Girls, put Mercedes Vargas in the Bombshell Internet title match at Mayhem In Morocco, hinted at a big Bombshell returning, Allowed J2H air time as well as a spot on the supercard to talk, rehired Steve Ramone as well as Cyrus King and Andreas Bergfalk as bodyguards and seemingly cut a deal with Tim Staggs to wrestle, as well as Drake Green, Spike Staggs and a returning Goth and Gavin Stephens on the show. How is Christian Underwood gonna react to that?

HS: Probably with girlish glee.

Pussy looks at Hot Stuff with confusion on her face.

HS: Look, Christian got me to come back, I felt changes was needed, I'm a man of action and I've made changes to kick SCW up the arse and go on and be stronger than ever. This is what I'm here for, this is what I've done. There's no need to sit and worry about what Christian might say or how he might react because at the end of the day, SCW is as much mine as it is his. Rome wasn't built in a day, but I've rebuilt SCW in a night and let people know that things are run my way, or go elsewhere. Now I'm gonna go put my feet up, watch the main event and get ready for the "Christian is away" party.

Hot Stuff nods at Pussy before walking off, the scene fading out.




Simone: It's now time for the Main Event and it's a Bombshell Clash of the Champions tag team match!

Adams: That's right, in one corner we have the Bombshell Internet Champion Roxi Johnson teaming up with the reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion Natalie McKinley to take on the reigning Bombshell Tag Team Champions Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez of the Mean Girls!

Simone: Even though none of those titles are on the line neither team can afford to look weak with the next Supercard right around the corner! Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following is your Main Event of the evening scheduled for one fall and it is a Bombshell Clash of the Champions Tag Team Match!

The crowd cheers in response but the cheers die down in record time as "Amazing" by High Fashion hits the speaker's cueing the arrival of Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor of the Mean Girls.

Justin: Introducing team number one, they represent the Mean Girls and are the reigning SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez.

Simone: One month ago if you had said that the Mean Girls will lose almost every title they have and all their matches at Blaze of Glory people would've called you insane.

Adams: So that's what happened to Twisted Sister.

Simone: Regardless right now Veronica and Amanda are the only champions left in the Mean Girls and they aren't losing the tag titles without a fight.

Veronica and Amanda stroll down the red carpet wearing the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Championships proudly over their shoulders, they enter the ring all business as the crowd boos them.

Simone: Wow, they are actually taking this seriously for once.

Adams: Like you said they don't want to look weak heading into their first defence.

"Help is on the Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson and Natalie McKinley emerge from the backstage area wearing their belts around their wastes they pause at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere.

Justin: And their opponents, the SCW Bombshell Internet Champion Roxi Johnson and the SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Natalie McKinley!

They stare ahead at the ring and begin a slow walk towards it. They pause from time to time looking around the arena. After a moment, they steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, they run to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raise their arms to the cheers of the audience.

Simone: I think it's clear who the crowd prefer.

Adams: You'd think a place as beautiful as Milan would be right up the Mean Girls' alley but nope!

The Mean Girls hand their titles over to Drew Patton who hands them to a stage hand before going over to Roxi and Natalie and asking for the titles, they remove the belts from their waists but before they hand them over Roxi and Natalie hold their titles high whilst looking directly at the Mean Girls before making a thumbs down motion with their free hands.

Simone: That's a pretty strong message, Roxi and Natalie think that Veronica and Amanda's days as champs are numbered!

Adams: I think that's an opinion that most of the Bombshell Roster has had since Blaze of Glory actually.

This, obviously angers the Mean Girls and they try to get the jump on the singles champs when their back is turned, they made the mistake of screaming first however alerting Roxi and Natalie to the attack attempt and they duck down simultaneously dragging the top rope down with them and sending the Mean Girls to the floor and prompting Drew to call for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And the match is underway!

Adams: And it's already off to a bad start for the Mean Girls.

Amanda and Veronica argue on the outside whilst Roxi is whispering something in Natalie's ear, something that Natalie apparently likes judging by the big grin on her face and when the Mean Girls turn around Natalie launches Roxi at them Military Press style whipping them both out, Roxi is the first one to her feet and she drags Amanda up with her before throwing her into the ring and following her in.

Simone: Well, we know who the legal women are now.

Adams: Amanda and Roxi are old rivals dating back to Roxi's long reign as Bombshell Champion so this should be good!

Roxi is quick to go for the first cover of the match 1….2…..and Amanda kicks out just before the three count, Roxi picks up Amanda but Amanda surprises Roxi with an Enziguri and almost immediately scrambles to her corner to tag in Veronica…..except Veronica is still recovering on the outside leaving Amanda with no one to tag in.

Simone: Wonder how many swear words are being screamed in Amanda's head right now?

Adams: Wouldn't that require her to have a brain?

Simone: Good point.

Amanda gets back to her feet but is blindsided by a corner clothesline by Roxi who then takes her out of the corner and hits and Snap Suplex before going for a cover 1…..2…..and Amanda kicks out just before the three count! Roxi picks up Amanda and tries to go for another move but Amanda rakes Roxi's eyes before she can hit the move and, whilst ignoring Drew abolishing her for the cheating, drags Roxi over to her team's corner where Veronica is back on the apron and the Mean Girls promptly tag out.

Simone: And now we see the Mean Girls doing what they do best!

Adams: Sucking Mark's…..

Simone: CHEATING!

Veronica and Amanda stomp away at Roxi for a few minutes before dragging her out of the corner and hitting a double suplex, Veronica floats over for the cover 1…..2…..and Roxi kicks out just before the three count, Veronica argues with Drew but Drew isn't listening to her arguments and orders her to continue the match, Veronica shakes her head before stomping away at Roxi some more and locking in a Sleeper Hold.

Simone: Time to grab some popcorn ladies and gentlemen.

Adams: Or watch the millionth time this scenario has played out in professional wrestling history!

Drew gets into position to check on Roxi as Natalie starts to get the crowd behind Roxi and Amanda keeps yelling at the fans to shut up in vain, Drew raises Roxi's arm once and it falls, the same thing happens again but on the third attempt Roxi springs to life and starts to fight back to her feet.

Simone: Roxi's still in this!

Adams: Has a match ever actually ended that way?!

Veronica tries to stop Roxi from getting to her feet but it's not working as Roxi nails her with a back suplex once she's back on her feet, the crowd starts getting behind Roxi as she starts crawling her way over to her corner but the hope is short lived as Amanda sprints across the ring and knocks Natalie off the apron.

Simone: Like I said earlier, the only thing the Mean Girls do well is cheat.

Adams: I don't know about that, I think Amanda just broke a land speed record!

Drew yells at Amanda over the blatant rule violation but Amanda ignores him as she drags Roxi back to the Mean Girls' corner with Veronica's help, Amanda steps out onto the apron to avoid a potential disqualification from Drew only to step right back out when he stops the count as she and Veronica set Roxi up for another Double Suplex but this time Roxi slips out the back and nails the Mean Girls with a Double Dropkick that sends Amanda to the outside.

Simone: That's one way to take out the trash.

Adams: The Mean Girls are still wearing their makeup though!

Natalie gets back on the apron and starts stretching her arm out for a tag, Veronica sees this and grabs onto Roxi's leg in an attempt to prevent the Internet Champion from making the tag but all that gets her is an enziguri to the back of the head from Roxi who then makes the tag to Natalie.

Simone: And Natalie's in this!

Adams: And Veronica is probably thinking that she'd rather be in a spa right now!

Veronica gets to her feet and realizes that Roxi made the tag prompting her to rush over to the Mean Girls' corner in an attempt to make a tag….except Amanda is still recovering from the Dropkick by Roxi, Veronica turns around only to eat a massive clothesline from Natalie that makes Veronica do a backflip.

Adams: Never thought I'd see a Mean Girl do a backflip.

Simone: Considering the force of that clothesline I'm not surprised!

Natalie goes for a cover 1….2….and Amanda drags Drew out of the ring! Drew gets in a shouting match with Amanda who goes to hit him but thinks better off it.

Simone: Probably the smartest move she's ever made.

Adams: Especially after what happened to Delia after the Mean Girls attacked Holly Wood.

Drew re-enters the ring whilst Amanda walks around the ring apparently having a different idea in mind, meanwhile in the ring Veronica's attempts to fight back against the muscular bombshell goes about as well as you'd expect as Natalie knees Veronica in the stomach before driving her through the matt with a Powerbomb! She goes for a cover 1….2….and Veronica kicks out.

Simone: How is Veronica still in this?!

Adams: Considering all the abuse she took when the Mean Girls stole the tag titles from The Fallen?

Simone: Good point

Amanda reaches the edge of the entrance ramp where she calls out to the back and almost on cue the Mean Girls come out in force namely Tessa, Delia, Mercedes and Angelica as the four Bombshells start making their way down to the ring.

Simone: Hands up, who saw this coming.

Adams: I did!

Amanda starts talking strategy with the other Mean Girls in order to help Veronica but she's talking loud enough for Roxi to hear, the only reason Drew doesn't hear her is because he's checking on Veronica who's currently in a Torture Rack courtesy of Natalie but that proves to be a moot point as Roxi enters the ring, sprints to the other side of the ring and leaps over the ropes hitting the Mean Girls with a Suicide Dive!

Simone: And that's another way to take out the trash.

Adams: And I think Natalie is ready to take out even more trash!

Natalie drops Veronica from the Torture Rack after the Mean Girl manages to get her foot on the top rope and decides to end it, she picks Veronica back up and hits her with the Winds of Change!

Simone: Winds of Change!

Adams: I don't think she's done.

Natalie points to Mercedes on the outside who is starting to recover from the suicide dive but scraping Veronica off the matt and hitting her with the Taff Valley Driver and locking in the Fairy Tale Trap, Drew gets into position but whilst Veronica doesn't tap it's obvious that she's out of it so Drew calls for the bell.

Justin: Here are your winners, the Bombshell Roulette Champion Natalie McKinley and the Bombshell Internet Champion Roxi Johnson!

Simone: What a match and more importantly the Mean Girls are looking weak going into the next supercard.

Adams: I can't wait!

Simone: That's all we have for this week, we'llsee you next week in Malaga, Spain, as we edge closer to Mayhem in Morocco!

Natalie leaves the ring with hers and Roxi's belts, she hands Roxi her title as the two champions celebrate on the ramp as the camera fades out.




THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Erik, The Lord MK, Dustin, Wong, Ro, Jenny, Blaque Hart, Sam, Roxi, Keira, Shipman, The Mean Girls, Kris Halc, Simon Jones. Also to Vixen for the great match banners and to everyone who is a part of SCW!