Climax Control

Climax Control opens in a pitch black Jose Maria Martin Carpena Arena. There is a lone spotlight shining down into the center of the ring. Shipman is sitting down on a chair with microphone in hand. His t-shirt is off exposing tape around his waist. He looks displeased. Slowly he brings the microphone to his mouth, and begins talking slowly with a chilling tone.

Shipman: You just can't stop thinking about me can you Goth. Ever since I started in GWA; I saw the envy in your eyes. When I faced your brother and ZT by myself and I stood tall. Than when GWA closed and we all went to work for you in AWA. You just couldn't let me achieve greatness. No matter what I did, who I beat, whoever I damn near killed, you kept me down. You tried to fuck with me and my career at every possible turn. Yes I may have wrestled in many matches in your company but it was always the same two shits in Jason Stevens and Bill Barnhart. ONLY ONCE did you let me get a well deserved shot at the big one, but the hoops you made me jump through to get there. Had to face the longest reigning champ, with so many conditions, but even that plan almost backfired on you didn't it. So after enough time of been screwed by you and getting dicked around, I left and came to SCW. And just as I was getting my place here secured, just as I am about to beat a former world champion after I disfigured him for life, you show up, yet again to stop me from achieving greatness.

Shipman stands up and walks to the side of the ring facing the entrance ramp. He leans against the ropes as like he is talking right to Goth.

Shipman: Now earlier this week you showed your true colors. You showed me your weaknesses. Which is a pretty dumb thing to do, especially since you know me so well. You know what I am capable of, or do you? I may have worked for you for years, but do you really know what I am capable of? Look what I did here in this ring in a hardcore match. Look what I did in your ring. Look at all the emotional pain I put Bill through, and I am just getting warmed up. In a few short weeks, we will come face to face at “Mayhem in Morocco” and I hope you bring Johnny P, Brenda, Saphhy, hell bring the whole AWA. I want everyone to see what happens when you screw with me. I want to splatter your whisky filled blood over everybody. I will have no problem dumping bottles upon bottles of your poison over your limp body as your family and loved ones scream and cry. But I know how you work Goth, you can never work alone. You always had someone in the shadows as backup. So how do you kill the shadows? Easy, Goth I don't want our grudge match to be just any grudge match. I want a one fall to the finish “Shipman House of Fun” match. That way I can hurt you, torture you, and embarrass you as much as I want for as long as I want until I decide to pin you. Fang won't get in, anybody from SCW or AWA will be able to get in. It will just be me maiming your drunk, blind ass around that ring.

Shipman gets his trademark sinister smile across his face.

Shipman: What you didn't think I wouldn't talk about your sight did you? I will have no problem taking my barbed wire noose, and raking the shit out of your eyes until the ten percent, reaches zero. I want to see your wife cry. I want to see Fang lose his shit, go ballistic and realize there is nothing he can do as I look at him and smile as I have your blood drip from my fists. And when all this is said and done, just remember, I am not the one that made this personal. This match was years in the making, you are just the one dumb enough to push that extra little bit. In Morocco, I will show the world where true evil lives. I will show them what truly lies deep inside my mind, and my soul. You want to keep trying to embarrass me? It ends now.

Shipman violently throws down the microphone and storms to the back.

Simone: Usually we kick things off with the national anthem, but Chris Shipman hijacked that spot.

Adams: I wasn't gnna tell him no! He's not the original psycho for nothing.

Simone: Anyway, on with the introduction. Hello and welcome to Climax Control from Malaga, Spain. I'm Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I really hope right now is earlier than it usually is when I say this, but you can call me Jason Adams.

Simone: Six great matches lined up for you tonight and we start with a return to action.

Adams: That's right, Steve Ramone is back! Christian suspended him, Hot Stuff lifted that suspension and tonight, he's in action against Old Skool! Great way to start the show.

Simone: Another shocking return took place last week as Goth appeared out of nowhere and took out Chris Shipman.

Adams: And now Goth is an SCW star again, taking on Chris Shipman at Mayhem in Morocco, but tonight, he has to get past a man with an equally violent reputation, Drexel Matheson.

Simone: Speaking of violent reputations, Twisted Sister has proved to be one of the most violent ever to come to SCW.

Adams: And tonight, she's not coming alone as her old tag team partner, Iron Maiden, will be teaming with Twisted Sister to take on Delia Darling and a partner of her choice. People would have to be crazy to want to team with Delia tonight!

Simone: Mikah is back on the SCW once more and she returns to action tonight!

Adams: As does her opponent, Traci Patterson. If you could pick two women on the roster to show how different they are, these two are it. Down to earth brawler, against an arrogant technichian. This is a styles clash, tonight, we might see which style is top dog.

Simone: In two weeks, R.O.A.R and Dying Breed will be going against each other but tonight we give you a sample of what's to come.

Adams: Representing Dying Breed, we have Andrew Garcia, and representing R.O.A.R, we have Big Tiger Jeremiah Hardin. These two men can't stand each other and I expect them not to hold back tonight.

Simone: Main event time and it's champions vs challengers!

Adams: That's right, SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Gabriel, teams up with his counterpart in the Bombshell division, SCW Bombshell World Champion Raynin, to take on number one contenders, Andrew Watts and Amy Marshall! There may be a lot of respect between Raynin and Amy Marshall, but less so between Gabriel and Watts. This match has match of the year written all over it, and it hasn't even begun. So let's stop lip flapping and see people do some chair slapping!

The crowd in Jose Maria Martin Carpena Arena is electric. Inside the ring, Pussy Willow holds up her microphone while standing next to Mercedes Vargas, also holding a microphone of her own, for this interview. Festive for this occasion upon visiting Spain for only the second time in her career, the Argentine is dressed in an eye-catching fiery red flamenco dress and a red rose pinned to her hair. The crowd settles down as Pussy Willow raises her microphone.

Pussy: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the final Climax Control before Mayhem in Morocco, which will be coming to you live from Salle Mohammed V in Casablanca, Morocco!

Crowd: HUGE POP!

Pussy: I'm here with former three-time and longest reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion, Mercedes Vargas of the Mean Girls. And Mercedes, last week on Climax Control we heard from "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward that among other things said in his opening comments, two weeks from Sunday at the Mayhem in Morocco supershow, the Bombshell Internet Championship match will now be a three-way dance between Jessie Salco, champion Roxi Johnson and yourself. Your thoughts?

Mercedes holds up her microphone to answer, but then hesitates. As she taps against her microphone a few times, she turns from the fans back to the interviewer.

Mercedes: This thing on, PW?

She assures Mercedes with a confident nod.

Mercedes: Well, good. Because it's about to be.

Mercedes divides her attention between the interviewer and the camera as she raises her microphone.

Mercedes: My thoughts on my match? My thoughts are I couldn't be happier. This is the best news I've heard all week. Why am I getting this match? It's no surprise to me because SCW knows talent when they see, it, and so does Mark Ward. He knows that I am head and shoulders above the rest and he recognizes the superb talent I am, was, and always will be. See, unlike most Bombshells around here, I don't whine and complain and bitch and moan about why is so-and-so getting a title shot, or why referee Joe Nobody cheated them out of a match. I'm above that. That the founder and owner of this very company has thrown his support of me winning the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Championship is an honor, and I intend to live up to that.

Pussy: Mercedes, many people will argue, on social media, message boards and the like, that the only reason why you were granted this match is because of Mark Ward's favoritism of the Mean Girls, not to mention that his pardon of the Mean Girls actions has led to widespread criticism amongst the roster.

Mercedes: Mark Ward? You can't mean the same Mark Ward who writes our checks? The same Mark Ward who can hire and fire whoever he wants to, whenever he wants to, for any reason? The same Mark Ward who can easily replace Justin, Amanda Hugginkis, or those two idiots over there on commentary?

Mercedes glares at Belinda and Jason in turn. Despite being called out and at one point seeing the former wrestler being talked out of leaving her chair by the color commentator, the announcers listens intently.

Mercedes: The same Mark Ward that gave you the easiest job in the world by simply holding a microphone? Let's face it, even Miss Mini can do that!

Even as she is being talked down to, Pussy Willow maintains her cool, simply rolling her eyes after that cheapshot.

Mercedes: Well, let me remind you of something: the Mean Girls are the reason why the Bombshells Division in HIS company is thriving. We're the biggest draw in SCW and people pay to see us, win or lose. Do you hear anyone cheering for the Jealous Janis Army around here, let alone relics of the past like Misty, Odette Ryder, Vixen, or Necra Octavian Kane these days? What about factions like NXT, Team Erik, the Sister of Light, and regrettably, Hot Stuff International? We have outlived them all.

The crowd suddenly begins chanting for Misty, Odette, Vixen, Necra, and then for each of the factions Mercedes ran off, interrupting the interview for a few moments. Mercedes simply talked over them until they shut up.

Mercedes: The world is filled with things that go so well together. Like peanut butter and jelly, eggs and bacon, the World Cup and Argentina...

While this brought a smile to her face, the crowd is set on edge, a sullen reminder of their national team disappointing exit from last year's tournament as the then defending champions.

Mercedes: You see where I'm going with this, PW?

Pussy: Uh, no. I don't follow.

Mercedes: What I'm saying is like these things, Mean Girls and championships go hand-in-hand. And I want to take this time to properly thank Mark Ward for finally putting his foot down and restoring order in Sin City Wrestling. This place has become a zoo in recent weeks, and I had to make personal decisions upon whether to even come to work every week.

Pussy: Um, but Mercedes we've seen you along with the Mean Girls attack random Bombshells unprovoked. You can't say that you all are not to blame for what's been going on in SCW not just for weeks, but going on months.

Mercedes: We can't say we're not to blame? Oh, yes we can, and I just did. See, that easy. Let me ask you a question: Why is it when the Bombshells lash out against the Mean Girls - and don't deny it because that's happened many times over - that it's OK, they get a slap on the wrist, but when we take out the gutter trash of the division we're made to like the big bad bullies of SCW? Look, I don't get it. I don't understand what the big deal is. In my eyes, they got what was coming to them. Remember, we didn't start this war, we didn't start the fire. Twisted Sister did. She fired the first salvo, and the Mean Girls responded accordingly. Every action leads to a reaction, PW, and on that night, a line was crossed when Delia was maimed by the bitch. But did we get mad? No, we got even.

Mercedes breaks before shaking her head incredulously. You can already sense the strain in her voice. She takes a moment collecting herself before Pussy Willow angles her microphone towards her to continue.

Mercedes: We were threatened, PW, and when you mess with one of us, you mess with ALL of us. No regrets, no remorse, no restraint, and no rest for the wicked. That's the new law of the Bombshells Division – OUR DIVISION – and only the strong survive. Nobody said you had to like it, but we leave you with options, because we're so nice: Get with the program, or get the hell out while you still can.

The live crowd boos.

Pussy: I want to touch on another subject, Mercedes, and that is dealing with the comments from Roxi Johnson and Keira Fisher, who had some choice words on the whole Bombshell/Mean Girls situation. How do you respond to their comments from last week on Climax Control?

Mercedes: Well, let's put it this way, if I was handing out the next Nobel Peace Prize, Roxi and Keira's speech would receive the award for curing insomnia. I lost count how many times I had to try and keep my eyes open during their little fifteen minutes. After all of these beatdowns of her fellow Bombshells which has gone on for weeks, after months – MONTHS! - of seeing the division groveling at our feet, Roxi Johnson suddenly finds her voice and now speaks out in defense of the Bombshells Division? Pfft! Give me a break.

Mercedes seems to hold back a laugh with her hand, but the feeling was so overwhelming that she momentarily turns away from the microphone. When she could get control of herself, she holds up one hand in an apologetic gesture.

Mercedes: I'm sorry, but I couldn't help myself. This is too funny. I didn't take what Roxi said seriously because honestly, I've heard this typical, run of the mill speech from her before and you know what happened? Not a single girl in that lockeroom batted an eye. Roxi is doing what she does best, living out her fantasies again. But instead of playing hero, this time she's pretending to be a leader when she has no business being taken seriously. No one took her seriously back then, no one took her seriously when she was Bombshell Champion and no one takes her seriously now. What makes you think we're suppose to take her and the rest of her ragtag group of misfits seriously?

The crowd boos, a little louder this time.

Mercedes: When you have a marginal talent in the division, a blonde ditz who is better off doing those 1-900 hotline commercials than being a professional wrestler because, let's face it, she is a disgrace to the sport, the brunette version of Traci Patterson who somebody thought was very special and was given a second chance after she up and quit and went to another promotion only to come crawling back on hands and knees and was welcomed back to SCW with open arms, and a fluke of a World Bombshell Champion - who, by the way, is about to find herself on her back later tonight and will again at the supershow, that's three times in three weeks, people - how can you not take any of this seriously? Every last one of them is a joke. Sorry bout it.

Mercedes offers a noncommittal shrug, which gets even more boos from the crowd.

Mercedes: Roxi and Keira wanted to send a message? Message received, loud and clear. And with that being said, on behalf of the Mean Girls, have I got a message for them, and they both might want to pay attention to every word.

Mercedes distances herself from PW and now turns to address the audience.

Mercedes: As far as we're concerned, the beatings WILL continue just as it did for the past four weeks, just as it did last week, and just as it will tonight. And you know what the best part is, there’s not a damn thing the "Superfriends" can do about it, except watch what happens later tonight when Delia and Partner to Be Named beats Twisted Sister and the Iron Maiden within an inch of their pathetic lives, that's almost a guarantee. And just because Roxi and Keira tempted us last week, maybe we will make tonight's go-home show extra special with another beatdown or two, or three or five or even ten. It's the least we can do.

Mercedes smiles. The camera zooms in on her face as she continues.

Mercedes:You see, Team Zero, the feeling is mutual. We're not afraid. Hell, I'm not afraid. Look at me, do I looked scared? Do I looked intimidated? Do I look even the LEAST bit fazed?

Mercedes mouths the word "no" while shaking her head firmly. Her eyes piercing through the camera lens.

Mercedes:That's because I'm the Argentine Assassin. And you have nooooo idea what you and your friends got yourselves into. With all the chaos going on lately, I can understand why you never thought this through, Roxanne. Want some friendly advice? Find an exit strategy and fast, because you're about to do something you'll live to regret. If you want peace, prepare for war. If you want blood, you got it. You want to throw down the gauntlet, do you? You and Keira want to send out messages, warnings and ultimatums, be the heroes and have Amy and Natalie tag along? I bet it was music to their ears. Fine. It's your funeral. Make no mistake, sweetheart, you don't have allies, you have victims of circumstance. And as the pied piper, you're only leading them to their deaths.


Mercedes holds her hand to heart, showing mock sympathy.

Mercedes: Well, don't look at me. I'm not holding you hostage, you're all free to leave, really. Go to the bathroom, buy a t-shirt, go to the concession stand, throw yourself down a flight of stairs for all I care. Only, when you decide to come back, I hope you're locked out of the arena. And Roxi, I'm sorry you don't agree with the Mean Girls or how we do things, but just because it makes you uncomfortable watching us kick the asses of Bombshells we think are downright pathetic, we're not going to stop just because you tell us to. See, because whether you agree with our methods or not, it really doesn't matter. You can't sit with us, you can't hang with us, and we're like Teflon because you can't touch us. I guess that makes the Mean Girls the "certified villains", doesn't it? It's a great day for us all.

A "what" chant starts up after every other sentence, though Mercedes seemingly ignores it at first.

Mercedes: You have sworn to stop us in our tracks, but, uh, tell me something, when has winning titles and pointless matches really stopped us from accomplishing our goals? Silly rabbit, you can hope and dream and pray all you want and come together to try and stop us, but you're only wasting your time. Because when you mess with the best, you go down like the rest. The Sisters of Light failed, the Chastain siblings failed, Team Super Sprinkles Unicorn Lovers failed...Oh, my God. Did I just say that out loud?

Mercedes faces takes on a repulsed expression before she lightly shakes her head.

Mercedes: Are you sensing a pattern, Roxanne? WHAT chance do you or your friends have against us? That was a rhetorical question. The answer which, is, you guessed it, zero. But go ahead and ignore me, chickadees, everyone else around here does. Strike a pose, like so...

As the camera zooms back out to frame her, Mercedes places her fists on her hips, puffs her chest out a little more and gazes into the heavens. The classic superhero pose. She holds this stance a little more before it falls apart by an explosion of laughter and she gives up entirely after that. She settles down and waves off the camera with her hand.

Mercedes: And watch WHAT happens tonight because you're in for a treat.

Seemingly annoyed by the "what" chants by now, Mercedes fast-talks her way, not letting the fans ruins her mood.

Mercedes: Come one, come all! Hurry, hurry, step right up! It's the greatest show in town. Six acts under one roof for a single admission. And for one night only, see the ones they call “Twisted Sister” and the "Iron Maiden" get completely annihilated right here in Malaga, Spain! Guaranteed to be amazed. Don't let this moment pass you by!

Pussy: And any final words for Roxi or Jessie at the supershow at Mayhem in Morocco?

Mercedes reveals her clipboard and with a sweep of her hand, she highlights the names that she has taken out in 2015. Her finger stops in the middle of the page where Roxi and Jessie's names have been heavily crossed out from having beaten them in previous encounters.

Mercedes: As for my match in two weeks, just as Mark said, no one is getting favors from me, and Roxi and Jessie are in for a lesson they won't soon forget. Best of all, I get to relieve Roxi from ruining another title. Lord knows after her first two runs with the Bombshell Championship, we can't go through THAT again. So, in two weeks, at Mayhem in Morocco in Casablanca, the Mean Girls – the most dominant SCW Bombshells right now on the current roster let alone the most dominant stable in HISTORY – return to prominence and once again leave with gold around our waist. Sorry not sorry.

Pussy: Mercedes, thank you for your time.

Mercedes: No, PW, thank you. The pleasure was all yours. And Malaga, Spain...THANK YOU AND GOOD NIGHT!

Mercedes drops her microphone with flair as a cheesy grin crosses her face, adding a patronizing wink at the crowd for good measure. Sending an arrogant air kiss at the crowd, she turns and leaves the ring by way of the steel steps to overwhelming boos and our scene heads elsewhere.

The video cuts to the upper level where Sean Jackson, Pamela, Marshall and Vanessa are being seated. As they are finally in their chairs, Scott Oliver steps into view. With microphone in hand, Scott acts like he was invited to the skybox.

Scott: So this is what the skyboxes look like from the inside...

He nods his head.

Scott: Interesting.

Not expecting Scott to be there, Sean almost jumps out of his seat. However, it doesn't take him long to regain his composure.

Sean: What are you doing Scott?

Still looking around the box, Stoner doesn't hear the question.

Sean: SCOTT!!!

That snaps him back to reality, almost clocking Sean with the microphone.

Scott: Wh...what?

He almost forgets why he's in the skybox to begin with. Then Scott finally remembers it was to interview Sean Jackson.

Scott: Oh, yeah. So Sean, with you not being scheduled to wrestle tonight, are you here strictly as a spectator? or do you have something planned up for the main event?

Sean develops that "who me?" expression.

Sean: Main event? there's a main event tonight?

He exchanges glances with Pamela and Marshall, then turns his attention back to Scott Oliver.

Sean: Why Scott, what main event do you speak of?

Of course Scott Oliver doesn't buy the ruse. But because it is Sean Jackson, he is willing to give the benefit of the doubt.

Scott: Umm, the main event involving Gabriel and Andrew Watts.

Sean smirks.

Sean: You don't say?

As he begins to rub his chin, you can tell the wheels are spinning.

Sean: I guess that means I'll have to pay very, VERY close attention to it then...

He then begins to shoo Scott away with his hand.

Sean: So if you don't mind, I'm here as a fan. So beat it.

With that, Scott takes the hint and takes a step back as the scene shifts away.


Justin: The first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Chicago Illinois, weighing in at 186 pounds….Old Skool!

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

Before Justin can complete his introductions the lights dim as a fairly familiar quote starts to play over the PA.

“Come on God, answer me. For years I'm asking you why? Why are the innocent dead and the guilty alive? Where is Justice? Where is Punishment? Or have you already answered? Have you already said to the world: "Here is Justice? Here is Punishment! Here, in Me?"

Simone: That quote again?

Adams: Wait, is it just me or is there a band on stage?

The lights come back on and indeed a band has set up shop on the stage and is playing the intro to the song Punishment and indeed it is the band who wrote the song originally, the song goes for a couple of minutes before the first lyrics are spoken at which point Steve, Andreas and Cyrus join them on stage.

Biohazard Members: I question not me, it only happens to others. I can't deny reality as life gets smothered!

At which point the song kicks into high gear and the trio start headbanging on stage with them.

Simone: Something tells me Steve funded this, Jason stop headbanging!

Adams: Awww….

Billy Hembel: If the lines can be read between maybe you can tell me then what it all means cause he who paints the big picture runs the whole scene

After the first lyrics Steve joins Billy Graziadei on back-up vocals for the next verse.

Steve and Billy: Locked down, I gotta get it out impending doom, a cloud above my head why me? My faith has been devout blasphemous? Am I better off dead?

The song continues as normal as the trio headbang with the song, the song ends and the Steve walks out to the middle of the ramp as Billy takes the mic one last time.

Billy: THANK YOU SCW! Remember the past, because history fucking repeats itself! And now, STEVE RAMONE RETURNS!

The band leave the stage and, whilst stage hands work quickly to get the band's equipment backstage, Steve poses on the ramp with his arms outstretched before fireworks go off and “Metal Health (Bang Your Head) by Quiet Riot starts to play over the speaks as Steve spins around and yells out:


Simone: I'm already missing the period where he was suspended.

Adams: I'm not!

Steve spins around as the lyrics kick in and starts marching down the ramp with a big grin on his face alongside Cyrus and Andreas, he enters the ring and poses as a massive banner drops down with the following message on it:


Justin: Err, from Queens, New York weighing in at 200lbs, “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone!

Simone: I can't believe I'm saying this but I think we've found someone with a bigger ego than Mark AND the Mean Girls combined.

Adams: That's an ego the size of a planet!


Old Skool dives across the ring with an impressive takedown to start the match. He straddles Steve and starts to land hard shots on his skull. Holly Wood tries to back him off but he doesn't let up, delivering thunderous shots to the head of Ramone.

Simone: Welcome back, Steve.

After delivering even more blows, Old Skool gets up and raises his hands into the crowd and the Spain natives cheer him. He goes and grabs Steve, peels him up off of the mat, and scoops him into a hard body slam. He bounces off of the ropes and lands a fist across the face of Ramone. He stands up and then drops a hard leg across the neck of Steve, which forces the returning Ramone to grab his throat in pain. Old Skool goes for the cover and Holly Wood drops down for the count.



Steve kicks out at the last second.

Simone: Steve's big return was almost foiled pretty quick there, Jason.

Adams: What a big blow to that oversized ego that would've been, Belinda.

Old Skool, back on his feet, grabs Steve and picks him up off of the canvas. He whips him hard into the corner and follows him in hard with a European uppercut. He lands a few more hard shots and then darts directly across the six-sided ring. He comes flying back and lands a flying corner dropkick and Steve slumps down into the corner. Trying to keep inflicting the pain, Old Skool inserts his boot into Steve's throat and Holly Wood starts a count.

One! Two! Three! Four!

Old Skool lets go and walks around the ring a bit in a small celebration. The crowd claps for him in appreciation of putting the hurt on Ramone. He turns to run back into the corner but as he gets, Ramone sidesteps out of the way and sends Old Skool shoulder first into the steel ring post. Steve slides out of the ring to give himself a breather, talking with Andreas at ringside, as Old Skool falls backward onto the mat. After a moment Ramone jumps up on to the apron and gets back in the ring. He goes to grab Old Skool but the craft veteran kicks him hard in the gut which backs Ramone up a bit. Steve, getting angry, lunges on top of Old Skool and starts dropping a barrage of heavy bombs on to the skull of Old Skool.

Simone: Steve Ramone getting aggressive here.

After a few moments Steve stands up and throws his arms up in the air causing the Malaga crowd to boo thunderously. Steve goes to grab Old Skool but again the veteran inserts a boot into Steve's mid-section. This time, Old Skool jumps up and lands a picture perfect standing dropkick, which drops Steve to the mat and elicits a massive reaction from the crowd. As both men get back to their feet, Old Skool jumps up and delivers another beautiful standing dropkick. The second dropkick sends Ramone flying through the ropes and down to ringside. Immediately, Cyrus King and Andreas Bergfalk run over and check on him.

Adams: Look out!

As Bergfalk and King check on Ramone, Old Skool darts across the ring and hops over the ropes, crashing down onto all three men and the crowd goes wild. Old Skool hops up to his feet and grabs Ramone, slamming his face into the steel barricade. He grabs him and sends him flying into the steps. Showing his sportsmanship, Old Skool grabs Steve and throws him back into the ring. He climbs back up onto the apron and then springboards himself into a senton before covering up Ramone. Holly Wood drops for the count.



Simone: Ramone gets a shoulder up!

Holly Wood throws up two fingers and the match continues. Old Skool goes to pick Steve up off of the mat again but Ramone, thinking quickly on his feet, sticks a thumb into Old Skool's eye and then pulls him down with a schoolboy roll up. Holly Wood drops down for the count.


Adams: Ramone can't hang on as Old Skool kicks out in just one.

Both men jump to their feet. Ramone grabs Old Skool and goes to whip him into the ropes but Old Skool reverses and sends Steve crashing right into...Holly Wood!

Adams: Oh no, Holly Wood is down!

Simone: She…he…Holly looks hurt!

Old Skool goes to check on Holly Wood and as he does, Steve tries to run and blindside him. The crafty Old Skool once again side steps him and plants a boot into his stomach. He grabs Ramone by the head lifts him up, and slams his face down into the mat with a Cradle DDT!


Old Skool goes to flip Steve Ramone over and go for the cover but Holly Wood is still knocked out. He hops up, with Steve Ramone knocked out called in the center of the ring, and goes to see if he can revive Holly Wood. Seizing their opportunity, Andreas and Cyrus slide into the ring.

Simone: Oh great, this is fair.

As Old Skool turns around he is met with a vicious clothesline from hell from Cyrus King which sends him toppling through the air. Andreas walks over and peels him up off of the mat and drives him back down hard with a powerbomb. He grabs Steve and drags him across the ring, setting him on top of Old Skool who is now out cold. Cyrus gets Holly Wood's attention who is finally coming to and she goes over to count.

Adams: This isn't right.





Justin: Here is your winner...Steve Ramone!

Old Skool rolls out of the ring as Cyrus and Andreas help Steve to his feet. They both hold up Steve's arms as Steve begins to celebrate his victory.

Simone: Can you believe he's actually celebrating this? He didn't earn that?

Adams: Typical Steve, Belinda. Wait...what's that?

From behind the ring a masked man sneaks in immediately attacks all three men from behind.

Simone: That's the Dark Defender!

Damian grabs Cyrus and with an impressive feat of strength tosses the big man over the top rope and down to the concrete.

Adams: Wow! Did you see that?

Steve quickly orders Andreas to attack the Dark Defender and then promptly sneaks out of the ring and runs up the ramp. He watches from the top of the ramp as Andreas backs Damian into the corner with a few hard shots but the Defender doesn't seem phased. He grabs Andreas, spins him around, and locks in a sleeper lock.

Simone: Here it comes!

Damian launches Andreas over his head with a sleeper suplex.


The Dark Defender gets up and stares up at Steve who looks like he's seen a ghost. Damian points up to Ramone before grabbing Andreas up off of the mat and lifting him into a fireman's carry.

Simone: Look's like Andreas is going for a ride!

Adams: Tell me when he's gone. I can't look…I'm scared.

Damian whips Andreas around and slams him down onto the mat with a F-5.


The Defender again gets up and points at Ramone who starts to scream inaudible threats back down the Damian.

Simone: I think we might have just seen a challenge for Mayhem in Morocco issued by Damian the Dark Defender. What do you think Jason? Jason? Get out from underneath the table!

Adams: Is he gone yet?

Simone: Get serious. Climax Control rolls on and we'll be right back after these messages.

The crowd ignites with scattered cheers and boos as the SCW-Tron shows the backstage area of the Jose Maria Martin Carpena Arena, where roving reporter, Miss Rocky Mountains, is in a discussion with the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins, aka Synn.

Miss Rocky: Yes, so Mark isn't sure what to make of it. He hired David Bisbal to open the show like every other show we've had so far but apparently the man reneged on the deal or just flat out disappeared.

Synn folds his arms and nods with a frown.

Synn: Now that is strange.

Miss Rocky: I know, right? SCW has paid these singers very well for these one-time spots and he just no shows? It's strange to say the very least.

Synn: Indeed.

Miss Rocky Mountains then smiles and sighs.

Miss Rocky: Oh well, water under the bridge. I have an interview to conduct, so I'll be going.

Synn nods.

Synn: If you find out any more about what happened, do let me know. Now I'm curious.

Miss Rocky: Will do!

A that being said, the busty reporter vanishes from the backstage area to conduct her business. A thump is then heard emanating from behind the door Synn is leaning against. He grasps the knob and pulls the door open, and there is renowned Spanish singer, David Bisbal...

... hog tied on the floor with a thick piece of duct tape over his mouth and his shirt torn off and wrapped around his head as a blind fold. Synn stares down at the prone form as his muffled protests go unheard while he struggles. Synn then looks out into the hall...

Synn: Merry Christmas to me.

And he steps into the closet and shuts the door behind him...

Goth can be seen backstage before his match with his wife holding his hands as his stick can be seen in the corner of the room

Sapphira: Goth, please. Its not too late to tell them that you want out, that you cant compete no more. That....,

Goth cuts her off with a finger upon her lips. He shakes his head no as he does not want to hear anything about it.

Goth: Dear Sapphira, I know you love me. You have the best intentions for me and you to live a life as a happy couple. I want our babies, I want our hapiness. But I want these demons to be gone, I want them to be die off with me beating Shipman one day.

Sapphira: But...,

Goth kisses her lips and nods his head understanding

Goth: Do this for me, I will make you realize why I have to do this my love. If not.... then I'll think about it.....,

With that the two kiss each other one more time before Goth asks for his stick and the two walk off.

As the fans anticipate the match between Drexel Matheson and Goth, the scene shifts to the skybox where Sean Jackson and company are still seated. Sean is enjoying a glass of champagne as he looks toward the ring.

Sean: How the mighty have fallen? Drexel goes from the man who screwed me out of the world title, to a man about to be destroyed by Goth.

Joining in, Marshall Owens can't resist adding his own two cents.

Marshall: He will forever regret that mistake. His one shot at greatness, ripped from his hands like candy from a baby.

Enjoying the taste, Sean lets another sip of champagne wet his pallet. As a smile forms, his eyes slowly close.

Sean: Ah yes, the best seats in the house. I can't wait to see Goth drop that chump like a bad habit.

Sean snickers.

Sean: Like he could ever be world champion material.

The scene shifts to ringside.

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

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

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

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

Justin: And his opponent...


Man in the Box hits through the sound system as the arena goes black except for a bright white light that shines through the entire entrance way. On the Titan Tron we see the name Goth appear with the figure of the classic clip of Alice In Chains with the sown shut eyes emerges behind the name.

Justin: From New York City, New York, weighing in at two hundred and forty nine pounds, he is Goth!

The figure that we know is Goth emerges with Sapphira by his side, holding his stick in his hand for blind and visiual impared as he moves to the ring. He slowly walks up the steps with the stick in front of him, helping hi mto climb the steps. He climbs through the ropes and hands Sapphira his stick before kissing her mouth and watches her walk to the time keeper.

Goth and Drexel begin to circle each other as the crowd doesn't seem to be all that into the match. Drexel gets the upper hand by driving a boot into Goth's gut. Drexel follows it up with a hard right hand to his jaw. Goth tilts back and forth as Drexel goes for another right hand.

Simone: From the sound of this crowd, these two are not entertaining.

Adams is busy looking at a magazine while the match continues. Goth ducks the attempted right hand and runs toward the ring ropes. He bounces off the ring ropes and connects with a hard clothesline. Goth runs toward the farside ring ropes and comes back towards Drexel. Drexel lies down in front of him causing Goth to jump over him. Goth stops in his tracks as Drexel jumps up to his feet.

Adams: This story is very good.

Simone: Jason, are you even paying attention to this match?

Adams: Nope. This story in this magazine is way more interesting than these two.

Drexel points to head thinking he outsmarted Goth but right as he turns around. He gets met with a jumping cutter.

Simone: Close Your Eyes

Adams: Okie dokie

Goth shoots the half as Drew Patton slides into position




The bell sounds as Goth slithers to a knee.

Justin: Here is your winner....GOTH!!!

Simone: Holy hell that was a quick match.

Adams: If it was written, I'd say like three hundred words maybe.

Simone: What are you going on about?

Adams: I'd be saying that Goth has destroyed someone in less than three hundred words... because he is a triple crown champion and all around meanie.

Goth is standing on the entrance ramp facing the ring, celebrating a short match when suddenly Shipman attacks from behind with a chair. Goth goes down and Shipman continues swinging, the shots echoing throughout the arena. The chair is almost folded in half from wrapping around Goth's body. Shipman tosses it aside and grabs Goth, dragging him to the back. Goth tries to fight back, landing a few good punches on Shipman but gets tossed into a wall for his efforts. Shipman eventually brings Goth to a locker room. While Goth starts getting an upper hand and the two begin exchanging punches. Just when Goth is about to put Shipman down, he gets hit by a low blow. Shipman begins smiling as he opens up a locker as Goth is on the ground and pulls out a brown bag. Goth begins to get up only to get hit in the side of the head by the bag. Thick glass, brownish color liquid, and pieces of what look like a Jack Daniels label go everywhere.

Shipman: You stupid son of a bitch, I told you not to piss me off.

Shipman stomps Goth a couple times. Goth is rolling around in the whisky on the floor, coughing, trying to get up. Shipman grabs him by the hair and drags him out.

Shipman: I got one more present for you.

The cameras follow as Shipman pulls Goth through some doors eventually outside the arena. Shipman slams Goth's head into the side of a semi-trailer. Blood is left on the side of the trailer as Goth's limp body slides to the ground. Shipman goes to the back of the trailer and opens it up. By now security and officials have appeared to try and stop the attack. Shipman shoves some out of the way and punches others. He walks back to Goth who is still out cold on the ground. Shipman picks him up and places him on his shoulder, carrying Goth to the back of the trailer and tossing the limp body in. The camera angle reveals inside the trailer is a piece of the “House of Fun” wall propped on it's side. The officials are begging Shipman to stop. There is pure anger and hatred on his face and in his eyes as he sets Goth up for a crucifix powerbomb. Without hesitation, he tosses Goth onto the barbed wire. Goth does a little bounce as hair and possibly flesh stick to the barbs. Blood is dripping onto the floor of the trailer. Shipman takes a moment to look at what he has done.

Shipman: This is just a taste of what you have in store for Morocco.

Slowly he walks away. Officials and medics rush the trailer to attend to Goth who is starting to get tangled in the barb wire as he tries to get out.

Official: Just stay still, will get you. I NEED CUTTERS. WHO'S GOT CUTTERS.


The cameras cut to the catering area where Travis is getting something to eat while his personal assistant is going over his agenda.

Shawna Jennings: Mr. Andrews, you have an appointment with Doug Porter on Tuesday.

As Shawna says that Thaddeus Stone comes walking around the corner, bumping into Andrews.

Thaddeus Stone: "If it isn't Mr. D list himself."

Travis is still chewing a bit of his mushroom swiss submarine sandwich as Shawna Jennings looks at Thaddeus with a pu

led look on her face.

Shawna Jennings: I'm sorry, who are you?

Thaddeus Stone: I'm the guy you so rudely interrupted last week on Climax Control during my first ever company interview with Pussy Willow. Allow me to remind you as to who exactly I am, the name is THHHHHHHADDEUS SSSSSSSSSSSTONE, yup I'm that guy!!!

Thaddeus says with a stern voice. Travis stands up from his table and gets right in Thaddeus Stone's face. Travis' eyes kind of tell the story.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Listen and listen good, I don't give a fuck what your name is. Hell you could Shittious Fucktits and I would still tell you the same thing. This little world you are living in will soon come crashing down around you. I am the must see superstar in SCW and from the way you are fucking dressed. I say you are nothing but a wanna be trying to be like me. Last week, I didn't interrupt you. I just made your pathetic interview that much better.

Thaddeus chuckles a little bit as he stares right back into the face of Andrews.

Thaddeus Stone: Listen eh? That's funny... I think not how about you listen up chump, you damn well better start caring as I'm the guy who's about to reprise his role, and that's the lead role, the so called role you so much desire on having and from the looks of it you're about two french fries short from even achieving that. As for my world its only rising up around me...

Thaddeus says as he and Andrew continue to stare down one another. Travis chuckles before getting right back up into Stone's face.

Travis: Chump? Is that the only word your mother is allowing you to say? You see, I don't think you fully comprehend who I am. This is my show and I am the only leading man. You are just the lone supporting actor who only gets one or two lines at best.

Travis' personal assistant lowers her clipboard, gets down behind poor Thaddeus Stone and strikes him with a low blow. Travis catches him by his shirt collar while looking directly into Stone's eyes.

Travis: THE SPOTLIGHT WILL ALWAYS BE MINE. If you don't like that well, I say

Travis wraps his arms around Stone's neck before wrapping one of his legs around Stone's leg. Travis then falls backward as the back of Stone's head strikes the concrete floor. Travis looks down at the downed Stone.


Medical personnel comes to check on Stone as Travis is just standing there with a smirk on his face. Meanwhile back in the arena, Simone and Adams have a few comments.

Simone: Things are really heating up between Stone and Andrews.

Adams: Two egos in one room. Yeah, sparks will fly.

Pussy Willow is shown standing inside the locker room of Candy Overton. Candy has been very silent for the past two weeks but she is choosing now to speak out.

Pussy: Candy, you asked for this time. What could be on your mind?

Candy: What's on my mind Pussy? There are a lot of things running through my mind. First off, those damn Mean Girls have something that I want and that is the SCW Bombshell Tag Team titles. Second, my tag team partner is nowhere to be found. I'm beginning to wonder if this is some sort of sign.

Pussy: Sign for what?

Candy: A sign that maybe I should focus on my own career but how can I do that. The fans are counting on me to rid their eyes from seeing the tragic sights of those fashion rejects. The Mean Girls think they own the bombshell division. Well, I beg to differ. They don't own me. In fact, they were lucky to retain their tag belts against Cindy Warren and myself.

Pussy: What are you getting at?

Candy: I am sending a challenge out to The Mean Girls. You bitches pick two members to face me and a partner of my choosing at the upcoming Supercard. If my team wins then we get a tag title shot. If my team loses then Candy Overton will do the unthinkable. Candy Overton will leave The Mean Girls alone. What you say Mean Girls? Do you accept or are you afraid?

Pussy: Are you serious Candy?

Candy: Dead serious

Candy walks out of the shot as Pussy is left with a shocked look on her face.

Referee Jacob Summers stands in the far corner of the ring, waiting to officiate the next contest as Justin Decent makes ready to begin the introducions.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following special challenge tag team match is scheduled for one fall to a finish!

The rock band Twisted Sister's anthem of "Burn In Hell" blares across the building and the crowd boos as the curtains are thrown wide open and Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden come barreling through, interconnected by collars with lengths of chains between the two. They engage in a tug-of-war between them as security works to usher them closer towards the ring, the two psychotic combatants crashing back and forth against the railing en route.

Justin: Making their way down the aisle, at a total combined weight of 282 pounds, together for one-time only in SCW, Iron Maiden and Twisted Sister -- HEAVY METAL MANIA!

The two continue their pulling and tugging until Twisted Sister loses her footing and falls on her backside and the pair screams in mad abandon as Iron Maiden drags her the rest of the way to the ring.

Simone: I can not fathom WHY Mark would agree to sanction a match like this! Isn't having one of these basket cases enough in Twwisted Sister? Now he brought in her partner for this match?

Adams: If they act like this together all the time, how did they ever get to be so successful?

he security brave the two madwomen and unleash their collars and both scream in glee and roll into the ring, grabbing at each others hair and pulling themselves until they glance up and spot Justin Decent. The two smile with a sick sweetness and approach him from both sides, backing him up into a corner as they eye him up and down.

Simone: I could be wrong but I am thinking that maybe Heavy Metal Mania have taken a liking to our ring announcer.

Adams: That poor man.

The crowd is on their feet in the Jose Maria Martin Carpena Arena until the pink lights begin to flash on the stage. "Amazing" by Hi Fashion comes on the screen as the ring crew ushers down the trademark Mean Girls runway, quickly securing it to the ring before dispersing just as quickly. The fans give off a chorus of boos, with some surprising cheers peppered in there. The curtains are shoved to the side as we see two large blue and green feathers. Said feathers seem to march forward a few steps before they slowly wave, parting to reveal Delia in a stunning blue and green sequin one piece swimsuit, black and gold boots, and peacock feathers intertwined in her blue and white hair. She is wearing a mask that matches her gown, with a golden beak. She looks from side to side before marching forward with her signature runway walk. As she comes forward, we see a train of lace and feathers attached to her ample backside.

Justin: Aaaaand their opponents... introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada by way of Paris, France, standing at 5 feet 9 inches, and weighing in at 135 pounds, she is... DEEEEEEEEEEEEEELIAAAAA DARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRLING!!!

She comes to the apron, preening at herself for a moment before turning around to face the stage. She sheds her wings, and then steps inside of the ring. She glares through her mask at Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden, almost daring them to step up to her. Unfortunately for her, both ladies try, but the referee steps in the way and Delia sneers at them before strutting around the ring, playing to the few cheers she's getting. Once she's made her way around the ring, she accepts a microphone from Justin Decent. She licks at her bottom lip before sucking at her teeth, waiting for the crowd to die down.

Delia: So, so many options... Any one of z'em could destroy you beastly butchies...

These words cause Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden to push past the referee, but Delia steadies herself for a fight, however, holding one of her wings out at them as if it were a sword. This keeps both ladies at bay, as Delia rolls her eyes.

Delia: Take one step closer, and I'll smack you wi's my magical feas'er and turn you into toads... Oops, too late... As I was saying, I could team wi's any of my sisters, and neis'er of you would stand a chance. But, z'e choice has been almost impossible to make... Should I team wi's Mercedes Vargas?


The crowd's booing seems to becon the feisty Bombshell to come out from behind the curtains. She is in her full ring gear, and her fighting face is on. She walks down the runway, sneering at the audience before stepping inside of the ring. Delia drops the feather to her side, now that the odds are even.

Delia: Or, could it be Amanda Cortez?


On cue, Amanda Cortez walks out in her ring gear. She giggles as she points to the ring and laughs at Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden. She steps inside of the ring next to Mercedes and Delia, puffing her chest out as if she were challenging them to step up.

Delia: What about Veronica Taylor, or even Angelica?

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

The two ladies come onto the stage in their finest ring gear, looking down to the ring, looking less than thrilled. They walk down to the ring quickly and step inside, next to the others as they begin to mouth off to the pair across from them. Delia holds her hand up, much to the dismay of Veronica and Angelica.

Delia: Or...? Why not all five of us? It would be your best dream, diving into a sea of girls, no?


Delia: Oh, relax! I am a fair woman... I would like to introduce to you my tag team partner for z'e evening...

Delia turns to her sisters and lets her finger scan them slowly as if she were deeply considering each one. She gasps and then points to the curtain as "Massacre" begins playing. The crowd looks a bit stunned and unsure of who this is until the curtains are quickly shoved aside. Standing in the entryway is Mad Maxxine, in full wrestling gear, and an angry look on her face. She glares down with a mean mug toward the ring, walking down the runway with her arms swinging. She cracks her neck and then clinches her fists, cracking her knuckles as she goes. She steps inside of the ring as Veronica, Amanda, and Angelica protest. Mercedes grins and claps her hands together for Delia's ingenuity. Delia dismisses her friends, turning to show them away from the ring. As Delia turns her back, placing her hand on Veronica's shoulder, Veronica shrugs it off, pushing Delia a bit, landing her into Maxxine. Maxxine turns around to check on the situation as Delia assures her all is fine. She leads Veronica out next, with a few heated words. They argue a bit when Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden lunge forward, attacking Maxxine from behind with force, knocking Delia through the ropes. Veronica flips her hair and saunters off to meet the rest of the Mean Girls. They wail on Maxxine as Delia shakes the cobwebs out and the referee calls for the bell.


Simone: This one has already started off heavy hitting with these two psychos doing what we hear they do best!

Jacob tries to get one of the Heavy Metal Maniacs out of the ring but they push away from him and continue waylaying on the amazonian Maxxine!

Adams: Good grief! Can even that big, bodacious babe stand up to an assault like that?

Iron Maiden and Twisted Sister each take one of Mad Maxxine's arms and they both seend her into the ropes but as she comes off, Maxxine extends her own arms and levels both women with a double clothesline of her very own!

Adams: Is answer question!

Delia is all smiles, nodding with approval at her bodyguard's successful efforts. Maxxine grabs a handful of Iron Maiden's black tresses and drags her up to her feet, then scoops her up across her shoulder. She waits for Twisted Sister to rise and once she does, she heaves the Iron Maiden into her own partner like a dart!

Simone: I am starting to understand why Delia made the choice she did!

Delia has her back turned to the action, applauding with hands held high, as Maxxine kicks Twisted Sister from the ring and peels Iron Maiden up off of the mat and lifts her off of her feet in a two handed choke slam and dumps her to the mat!

Simone: Maxxine isn't showing a whole lot of finesse inside of the ring, not that she's a trained wrestler mind you.

Adams: Hey when you got size like that, you don't need to be.

Delia calls eagerly for the tag and Maxxine obliges. Then Delia goes up to the top of her team's corner and with a little assistance from Maxxine, Delia launches off on top of the Iron Maiden with a big splash from the top rope! Jacob quickly goes to make the count!

Twisted Sister grabs Delia's foot from the outside and drags her out of the ring!

Simone: Could that have been it?

Adams: Doubt it, but now it's the two we want to see fighting outside of the ring!

Indeed as Delia and Twisted Sister are already engaing in a pier six brawl on the outside of the ring, trading lefts and rights, exchanging fists to one another's heads and bodies! Delia fends her rival off with a blocked shot, following up with a series of rights to the temple! Dlia grabs two handfuls of her lime colored hair and slams her face into the ring apron, but Twisted Sister fights the blow off and returns the favor, grabbing Delia and slamming her face into the apron as well! She grabs hold of Delia and starts dragging her back up the aisle, when Maxxine moves to intervene but the Iron Maiden takes the big woman down with a full on spear!

Iron Maiden starts throwing haymakers into Maxxine's head but Delia's bodyguard starts fighting her off, throwing her own shots until she gets to her feet and she lifts the screaming lunatic up into an upside down bearhug and she darts forward, driving the Iron Maiden hard against the corner! Maxxine thn dumps her down to the mat and steps through the ropes, doing her job by going out after Twisted Sister!

Simone: Jacob has lost complete control of this match.

Adams: Remind me again ... when did he have it in the first place?

Twisted Sister drags Delia all the way toward her runway, when Maxxine grabs her employer's rival around the waist from behind and literally tosses her aside! Maxxine leans down to check on Delia and help her to her feet when from behind, Iron Maiden clobbers Maxxine in the back with her fist wrapped up with that chain from their entrance!

Simone: I don't care HOW big you are! You aren't going to shrug off a hit with a chained fist!

Twisted Sister clotheslines Delia down to the side of her runway, then the two psychos both grab the amazon bodyguard and power her up off of her feet and double body slam her down onto the runway, breaking it!

Adams: Holy shiiiiii...eese and crackers! They put Maxxine through Delia's runway! She won't be using that again any time soon!

Simone: Thank nutcases for small favors.

Twisted Sister then grabs Delia in a front facelock and begins forcibly pulling her back towards the ringside area while Iron Maiden wraps the long length of chain around Maxxine's throat and drags her forcibly back up the aisle and to the ring as well!

Simone: Hasn't this chaos gone on long enough!?

Adams: I don't think Jacob knows what to do!

Iron Maiden and Twisted Sister grabs the chains they had brought and starts to throw it up into the ring ropes and around the heads and bodies of both Maxxine and Delia! A virtual web is woven with the chain, tangling Delia and Maxxine against each other and in the ropes, trapping them and leaving them at the mercy of Heavy Metal Mania!

Simone: Okay, enough is enough! Stop this!

Twisted Sister stands before the two women and laughs and screams while Iron Maiden leaves the ringside area, disappearing back behind the curtains, much to the relief of her opponents and the confusion of just about everyone else. Then a loud roar is heard and something is seen tearing through the velvet curtains at the stage, reducing them to tattered shreds!

Adams: What the...!?

What is left of the curtains are thrown aside and Iron Maiden emerges from the back, brandishing a chainsaw! -- AN HONEST TO GOD CHAINSAW!

Simone: Oh my god...

Adams: OH MY GOD!

The tool is roaring with life as Iron Maiden stomps quickly down towards the ring, her eyes staring straight ahead! The very sight starts the struggling from Delia and Maxxine to intensify while Twisted Sister dances around with sick glee! Jacob jumps from the ring and blocks her path, holding his hands out but Twisted Sister grabs him and throws him roughly to the floor! Jacob scrambles to his feet and starts signaling...!


Adams: Jacob's DQed them!

Simone: And about damn time!

Jacob is also signaling to the back and a swarm of secueity officials, SCW employed as well as those responsible for the two terrors! They rush out and before Iron Maiden can make any use of her weapon in any way, three guards hold her while a fourth disarms her and shuts the chainsaw down! They theen drag the maniac towards the back while three more guards pick the screeching Twisted Sister up off of her feet and carry her to the back while Jacob works to pry Delia and Maxxine loose from the chains! Once he does so, they gasp in oxygen and he raises their arms.

Justin: The winners of the match, as a result of a disqualification ... Delia Darling and Mad Maxxine!

The crowd boos, although scattered chers are now heard, as Maxxine pulls her arm away from the official and she begins to help Delia towards the back.

Simone: Christ! If this is anything like what will happen between the two at Mayhem in Morocco, then I'm not sure the staff should sanction it!

The lights in Jose Maria Martin Carpena Arena 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 becomes lulled 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: I've never seen such indifference toward a group of people in my life.

Adams: People don't know how to take them. They don't play to the fans, one way or the other.

The figures continue to swirl around in the ring for a moment before two of them look to one another, nodding slowly. They remove their hoods and masks to reveal the two leaders of the movement, Kris Halich and Tim Staggs.

Tim: Hola Malaga, Espana...

Crowd: ...

Tim shrugs his shoulders as he looks over to Kris, who is wearing his SCW Internet Championship belt under his hoodie, which is now unzipped. Kris shrugs back and shakes his head with a bit of a laugh..

Tim: Not exactly the response I was hoping for, but I guess I'm not Drake Green, eh?...

The crowd cheers at the mention of Drake Green's name, which only causes Tim to shake his head in further disappointment..

Tim: Yeah, cheer for the man who disappears more than the Great Houdini, and only comes back to promote his next movie. One day, when I'm a somebody, I'd expect some unknown talents to keep my seat warm when I'm in his position, so I get it.

Kris nods his head as he looks around at the thinning crowd, some of which are going to the bathroom or concession stands for break. Tim lifts the corner of his mouth as if to say “I shouldn't be surprised.”

Tim: Drake Green was a nobody once. I don't think he was born a star. Nobody is born a star. You just have to capture the attention of the crowd, or the attention of management. You create a lame persona to dazzle, and then once the fans love you, you get handed more money, title shots, merchandise deals, movie deals… It's not a bad gig, even for a womanizing asshole like Drake. A bunch of big words that are really empty promises. But, that's for another place. You see, today, we've got another topic we'd like to discuss...

Tim unzips his jacket to reveal a Women's Jealous Janice tank top. This elicits a small chuckle from the half audience still in their seats. The small reaction is enough to get Tim to grin, nodding his head as if to ask if they like that.

Tim: The topic on everyone's lips… the Mean Girls. They've been dubbed as SCW's problem, its cancer, if you will. Now, I'm not saying I support them by any means. After what they've done to my father, my stepmother, and my adopted mother, Misty, I can't support them, but I can say that they aren't as big of a problem as you make them out to be.


Tim: Scratch that, they're a huge freaking problem around here, but only because each and every one of you feed into their game. You hate them so much, and these pointless declarations of war only feed their egos. Your bashing them on Twitter only feeds the beast.

Kris: Not all problems go away by ignoring them, but this is one that will. Until you stop egging them on, don't expect them to go anywhere. The answer to your problems is simple, but I don't expect any of you to listen to me, or to even hear me at all. Let the trash that clutters this sport go out quietly so that people with actual talent fill the ranks.

Tim: Step one is admitting you've got a problem. Admit that you're obsessed, and so long as you perpetuate this nonsense, you're stuck with them. That is why this is the first and last time we're ever going to talk about them. Step two…

Simone: We're being informed that there's something brewing backstage!

Adams: I won't know what step two is, but I've got to see this!

We find our way backstage to see Delia and Maxxine stumbling around until they meet up with the rest of the Mean Girls. Angelica and Veronica are still wearing their attitudes strong as they scoff at the pair. Delia rolls her eyes, still catching her breath.

Delia: Oh, drop it now ladies... we technically won, so...

Angelica: Oh, really? Were we watching the same match, because it looks like you and Cloverleaf over there got your asses kicked.

Maxxine lunges forward, but Delia cuts her off before anything can happen. She glares at Angelica and purses her lips, trying not to say anything she will regret. Angelica flips her hair, rolling her eyes in disgust.

Angelica: That was just embarrassing, Deelz. You should have picked a real Mean Girl to team with, and that would not have happened.

Maxxine: You wanna see "mean", little girl?

Angelica looks over at Delia, who still has her hand in front of Maxxine, and she narrows her eyes.

Angelica: Keep your worker in line, Delia... She's overstepping big time...

Delia: Angie, please... Z'is beef I have wi's Twisted Sister and Iron Maiden involves Maxxine after last week. She deserved z'e chance to get her hands on z'em.

Angelica: Failed opportunity, sorry bout it hunty.

Maxxine: Listen up you second rate Barbie Doll...

Angelica steps up to the slightly taller Maxxine, and she gets nose to nose with her. Maxxine smiles and even turns her head to laugh as Delia continues to hold her hand in the way.

Angelica: No, you listen up you busted Troll doll...

Mercedes: Come on guys, let's cool it before...

Delia puts her hands over her eyes in frustration just as Angelica shoves Maxxine with all of her might, sending her back into the wall. Before Angelica can continue, Maxxine bursts forward with a fist to Angelica's face that knocks her down to the ground. The other Mean Girls start shouting at her, almost flabbergasted by her actions. Angelica scrambles to her feet, and slaps the taste out of Maxxine's mouth. Delia's eyes widen as she is clearly thinking "God damn!" Maxxine lifts Angelica up with a Bodyslam that plants her hard on her back. She stomps a few times before Delia moves her backward. Maxxine's eyes are wide in anger as she points to Delia while glaring hard at the other three Mean Girls who are left standing.

Maxxine: I WORK FOR HER! I don't work for you other stuck up bitches, I only work for THIS STUCK UP BITCH! I WON'T take ANY of your SHIT!!! Are we FUCKING CLEAR?!?

Amanda, Veronica, and Mercedes quickly nod their heads. Maxxine's nostrils flare out as she tries to regain her composure. She turns around slowly in a circle, running her fingers through her hair. Once she's back facing them, she plants one last boot to Angelica's midsection before snapping out of it. She storms off before the urge to hurt her returns. Delia just looks at everyone wide eyed, still in shock as she sighs, feeling the stares of her sisters hitting hard on her.

Justin: The following contest is a Bombshell match! Introducing first

The arena fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit.

Justin: From New York City, New York, weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is Mikah!

She then moves to the middle of the ropes and steps on the bottom one before leaning suggestively over the top rope as if to give the crowd a glimpse of her chest but then pulls back and steps down. She moves to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle.

Justin: And her opponent...

Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet. With that Traci and Katie walk out from behind the curtain.

Justin: From Dallas, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and forty three pounds, she is Traci Patterson!

Traci then poses on the top of the stage with Katie points at Traci. The pair then walk down to the ring and slap fans hands as they do this. Katie then gets up on the apron and holds the ropes open for Traci. Traci then slips in and walks over to the corner. She then poses on the turnbuckles while Katie claps her. Traci then gets down and opens the ropes for Katie to leave before focusing on her opponent.


Mikah and Traci lock up but Mikah surprises everyone by pushing the larger Traci off her feet!

Adams: Holy hell, that doesn't happen too often

Mikah backs up a bit, stirring the crowd up again. Traci gets back to her feet and turns to Mikah who sarcastically claps Traci on. While Mikah's clapping, Traci slowly stalks her and takes Mikah down with a quick knee block. Traci leans over Mikah and hammers her with massive punchers to the head. Mikah covers up and quickly hits Traci with a thumb to the eye, and rolls her off her and starts to hammer heavy punchers on to Traci' face. Traci rolls through and under the rope, pulling Mikah with her. Traci leans up and start to gain more control and hits Mikah with a stinging right hand. She drags her up to her feet and Traci flings Mikah into the ropes, once she returns, however, Mikah nails her with a fists to the right eye. Traci holds onto her eye. Mikah raises a hand up and brings it down across Traci' chest. Traci does her best to work her way out, however, she doesn't spot the opening in time. Mikah has her back turned, ready to bounce off of the ropes. Although Traci doesn't get up, she leg sweeps Mikah, bringing her down to the ground.

Simone: Quick thinking.

Traci awakens and gets to the ropes, dragging herself up. Once up, she walks over to Mikah, picking her up, not only off from the ground, but, onto her shoulders. She tosses Mikah across the top rope. Mikah bounces back off the ropes while the ref calls for both women to keep it a clean fight. She picks Mikah up to her knees but Mikah smartly hits Traci with a kick to the gut. Traci doubles over and Mikah grabs her head in a bulldog type headlock and drops her down on to her knee. Mikah quickly kicks Traci to the outside of the ring, and measures her up. Traci slowly gets up, just in time to accept a baseball slide to the jaw from Mikah. She slides the rest of the way outside and looks down at Traci. Mikah quickly picks Traci up and slams her head first in to the ring apron and drags her head along it. Mikah grabs Traci by the arm and tosses her towards the ring steps. Traci uses her wit and quick thinking to reverse it but Mikah wisely jumps up on to the ring steps and turns around to face Traci. Mikah dives off the steps and right into Traci. Traci moves once more, collapsing into the barricade, causing Mikah to land on her stomach.

Simone: Ouch

Traci gets up and rolls in the ring and out again, breaking the count. Mikah gets up to her knees but Traci drills her with a right hand as her picks her up to her feet and tosses her in to the ring steps. Mikah flips over the steel stairs on impact and lands with her back to the ring barrier. Traci sees her down and charges at her. Traci attempts the knee to the face but Mikah moves at the last second and Traci drives her knee in to the barricade. Mikah steps back as Traci stumbles, limping on her knee. Mikah kicks away the back of the injured knee, forcing Traci to land backwards on the outside. The ref calls out to Mikah, trying to get back in the ring but she smirks. Mikah walks over to Traci and calmly stamps on the knee, sending her rolling outside the ring. Mikah picks her up to her feet and throws her face first in to the ring post and rolls her back in to the ring. Mikah grabs Traci's leg and wraps it around the ring post. She pulls the leg back and drives it in to the unforgiving ring post. Mikah smirks and raise her arms to the crowd who boo her viciously. Mikah turns back to Traci and crosses her legs around the ring post and lifts her leg over Traci's and leaps up, locking on a modified figure four leglock around the ring post.

Adams: This is smart wrestling from Mikah, keeping the bigger woman off her feet

The ref starts a five count and finally Mikah breaks the hold at four. Mikah grabs both of Traci's legs but he drags her in to the post! Mikah hits it hard and spins around holding her head before dropping to her knees outside the ring. She starts to shake her head and crawls towards the ring, using the apron to pull herself up. Mikah grabs hold of the second rope and pulls herself up on to the apron, but Traci is already on her feet. Traci limps forward and hits Mikah with a shoulder charge, sending her flying across the outside in to the security barrier.

Simone: Traci's buying herself some time for her knee

Traci picks Mikah up to her feet and rolls her back in to the ring. Mikah's head if left outside the ring and Traci drives an elbow in to it. Mikah rolls towards the center of the ring and Traci climbs in the ring to Mikah. She picks Mikah back up to her feet and hooks her up around the waist and spins around with a spinning Belly to Belly Suplex. However, Mikah powers over her, and flips backwards. Mikah leans over her, hitting the Traci in the face with a right hand before getting to her feet and standing next to Traci. Traci throws an elbow to Mikah's jaw and moves around. She puts Mikah in a DDT position. He lift's Mikah up and drops her down hard to the mat, with an Evenflow DDT, then she rolls over pinning Mikah. The ref drops down to count.


Mikah gets her shoulder up from the canvas. She quickly rushes at Traci, bringing her down to the ground. With a bit of anger in her, now, Mikah pins Traci against the ropes. She drags her up a bit and buries a knee into her stomach, doubling her over! Mikah then rears back and swings for a heavy forearm blow but Traci moves out of the way and Mikah hits the ropes chest first and Traci power clotheslines her in the back of the head, knocking her over the ropes and to the floor. Mikah gets up quickly looking at Traci who glares at her silently, beckoning her to enter the ring. Mikah enters the ring slowly, looking at Traci, but Traci charges at Mikah, attempting a clothesline but Mikah ducks. She spins Traci around but Traci wraps her hands around Mikah throat and lifts her in the air.

Simone: Traci's looking for the Heart Of Texas.

Adams: Probably be in Texas' chest.

Before Traci can drop Mikah, Mikah spins her legs up, wrapping her legs around Traci's neck and catching her arm.

Simone: Cupid's Chokehold!

Adams: Locked on in mid air!

Mikah falls back, bringing Traci to the canvas and locking the move on tightly.

Adams: Traci has nowhere to go!

As Mikah tightens the hold, Traci starts to tap out!


Justin: The winner of the match.... Mikah!

Simone: Mikah has defeated on of the biggest people on the roster!

Adams: What a twisty turny match! Mikah has now shown the bombshell roster just what she's capable of!

We find ourselves backstage once again to find Delia Darling wandering around alone. She is still in her wrestling attire, picking a few of the feathers from her up do. She runs the feather along her arm out of boredom as she turns a corner, seeing the hallway empty.

Delia: Maxxine? Darling, where are you? Maxxiiiiiiiiiiiine?

Delia sighs as she opens each door, peeking inside for her bodyguard, and closing them just as quickly in disappointment when she doesn't find who she is looking for. She turns to the Bombshell Locker Room, opening the door just the same. She steps inside and looks around to find it empty, save for a shower stall that is going. Delia walks over toward the stall, leaning against the wall as she sighs.

Delia: Look, I understand why you did what you did. Honestly, I would have socked a bitch too, but she's my friend. She has no filter at times, and...

Delia narrows her eyes as she listens into the shower. She hears a demented style of humming coming from within, and she starts to back away.

Delia: Ugh! Hey, have you seen Maxxine? Tall woman, built like a pitbull?

Delia waits for a response, but she doesn't get one. The humming just gets slightly louder instead. She tilts her head to the side, looking around to notice there are no towels or clothes anywhere near. She shakes her head and then throws the curtains open to find Twisted Sister standing under the scalding hot water in her ring clothes. She is lathering up as she continues to hum to the music in her head. She turns around to see Delia and the demented look in her eye makes a snakes appear innocent. She grits her teeth and grabs onto Delia's hair, pulling her into the shower stall.

Twisted Sister: How DARE you interrupt my personal hygeine time? How dare, how dare, HOW DARE YOU?!?

Twisted Sister holds Delia under the scalding hot water, causing her to shriek in pain. Twisted Sister cackles as she holds Delia's head back, letting the water hit her mask, as well as the bare spots of her face that are exposed.

Twisted Sister: You've been a very, very, very bad girl and it's time we cleansed your soul of the evil dripping off of you. In the name of Big Daddy!

Twisted Sister rubs soap in Delia's eyes accidentally as she slides her fingers down Delia's forehead. Delia's wig comes off as she punches wildly at Twisted Sister, only to have her grab onto her arm, pulling her in tighter.

Twisted Sister: J.C. ...

She crosses her finger along Delia's forehead, causing more soap to get in her eyes, which is better than the scalding water, but not by much. Delia continues to struggle as Twisted Sister continues preaching.


Delia rams a knee into Twisted Sister's stomach, gaining some distance. She brushes at her face just long enough to get a semi-clear view of her adversary. She roars as she rears her leg back, hitting a pooka punt for the ages that brings Sister down to her knees. Delia roars once more as she hits an elbow to the back of Sister's head. She gets a couple good kicks in on Sister, before dusting her hands of, while soaking wet. She groans as she limps out of the shower stall.

Delia: Jesus Christ, man, you're fucking nuts!

Delia shakes her head in disbelief as she blinks her eyes. She walks to the locker room door, opening it. She stands in the door frame, breathing heavily as she drips all over the place. After a moment, she catches her breath and begins walking down the hallway as if nothing had happened.

Simone: As much as I'll deny this later, but I have to agree with Delia. Twisted SIster is a few crayons short of a 64 pack.

Adams: It's just more fuel for Delia going into Mayhem in Morocco in two wee...

As Delia is safely walking away, She is shoved forward into the cameraman. Both tumble down to the ground, and the camera can only hear some shuffling around. Delia screams as someone is heard growling behind her. She tries to crawl forward toward the camera, but her attacker drags her by the ankle. We can hear some thuds as wet flesh smacks against the wall. The cameraman tries to adjust some, but only a wet blur is seen at first. There is a momentary struggle until the camera gets a close up of Twisted Sister's face. She is cackling as she has the camera in her hand. She turns it around as she walks over toward a slumped over Delia.

Twisted Sister: SMILE! You're on Candid Camera!

Her sing-songy voice resonates as she apparently begins headbanging at Delia, using the camera as a weapon. Sadly, she's probably doing just as much damage to herself as she is to Delia. She cracks Delia's mask, causing a small piece of it to fall to the ground as Delia shields herself. Eventually, the attack gets to Sister and the camera does a whirl before looking up at the ceiling. After a second, we see Delia's nearly manicured hand fly up. She slowly pulls herself on top of Twisted Sister, a few trickles of blood coming down her cheek from the camera and the broken mask. Delia looks out of it, but anger quickly takes over as she begins pounding away violently at Twisted Sister.

Delia: I don't... know if... it is... possible to... make... you... more ugly... but we're going to... TRY!

Delia wails away with everything she's got as the camera falls down to the side of Twisted Sister's bloody face. She is still smiling as she is clearly out of it, blood rolling down her cheek as Delia's fist connects with her. Life bursts back into her eyes as she rolls Delia off and on top of the camera. The lens appears to crack. After a moment of shuffling and static is heard, the camera feed changes to a fresh camera. Delia holds onto her back as Twisted Sister looks around wildly. She spots her weapon of choice, which scarily enough, is another human being in the form of the previous cameraman, a scrawny bald guy. She picks him up as if he were nothing, and as he struggles against it, she drops him right on top of Delia. She tilts her head to the side as she looks regretful.

Twisted Sister: Aww, that's not how it goes. It's opponent, weapon, blunt object. Or is it opponent, weapon, blunt object? Or, blunt object, weapon, opponent?

Twisted Sister shrugs her shoulders before she continues her sadistic humming once more. She continues to lather herself up with the soap, turning toward the wall as if expecting the shower water to hit her soon. She reaches up her arm, sniffing and shuddering before she really goes in depth scrubbing. After a second smell, she nods her head and begins walking off down the hallway.

Simone: That... Huh? I don't even know what to say about that...

Adams: I guess it looks like Twisted Sister has the advantage going into Mayhem in Morocco in two weeks as she faces Delia Darling one on wuhhh...

This is not finished yet as a much weakened Delia uses everything she's got left in her to leaps onto Twisted Sister's back, wrapping her arms around her neck, choking her and even going as far as to gnaw at her head in a fit of insanity!

Delia: Hey bat shit crazy, meet bug fucking crazy!

Delia has clearly lost it as she rides Twisted SIster like a pony through the hallways. Twisted Sister knocks her against walls as she gallops, but it doesn't break the hold, only loosening enough for her to breath. Delia clubs at her head with one fist while riding her, cackling as they go. Twisted Sister ducks a bit, causing Delia to get racked by a low hanging lighting pole. She sinks down, Sister's pants with her, tripping her up. Delia grabs onto a mop and bucket, while Twisted Sister grabs a baguette and a knife from the catering table. She looks to both weapons and then scoffs at the knife before settling it back down on the table. Just then, Maxxine and Iron Maiden arrive on the scene, as well as a set of security. Maxxine goes to stop this from happening, but Iron Maiden grabs onto her.

Iron Maiden: Let them fight it out. They'll be best friends in about five minutes. How do you think we met?

Maxxine looks stunned by this, refusing to do it, but the security team stops her from intervening. The two circle one another, Delia with a mop handle, and Sister with a loaf of bread. Delia swings the broom, breaking the bread in half, but missing Sister. Delia chuckles, but this doesn't last long as Sister shoves the bread in Delia's mouth, gagging her. She pushes her backward until they go through the curtains and onto the stage! The crowd is alive as Delia hammers back at Sister. She spits the bread out, coughing and choking on it. She shoves Sister hard into the steel set. As Delia catches her breath, Sister charges forward, flying into Delia as the two fly off of the stage and through a table below.


Simone: To quote one Joey Styles, OH MY GOD!!!

Adams: I saved up all week to say something about advantages, but this one is either lady's game at Mayhem in Morocco in two weeks! If this little tift is any indication, we're in for one helluva show!

Maxxine, Iron Maiden, Holly Wood, Jasmine St. John, and a few security team members come to the top of the stage, looking down in horror at the sight below. Jasmine goes to the curtain, shouting for medical attention as the camera is forced to cut elsewhere.

The scene shows Andrew Garcia backstage with his tag team partner Ivan Darrell and their manager Casey Williams. Andrew looks bothered, and turns to the camera.

Andrew: Hey Jeremiah, you say that you don't like me. To quote one of my favorite bands Five Finger Death Punch: "Do I care if you hate me? Do you wanna know the truth? C'est la vie....adiós....good riddance....fuck you!" You can talk about destroying Dying Breed all you want, but that's all it is, is just words. I, nor Ivan are afraid of you and your uncle, and if you want further proof, watch what I do in our match tonight.

The scene fades as Andrew walks off to get ready for his match.

Simone: Last week the Tag Team Titles changed hands again with ROAR defeating the Surf Boys to win the SCW Tag Team Titles and now it seems that Dying Breed are being lined up for another shot at the titles at the next Supercard.

Adams: That's not for another three weeks though and in the meantime the bosses decided to book this next match as Dying Breed's Andrew Garcia takes on ROAR's Jeremiah Hardin.

Simone: Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

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: Being accompanied by Diamond and Dark Tiger, from Washington DC weighing in at 245ibs he is one half of the SCW Tag Team Champions “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin!

Simone: Looks like ROAR doesn't want to take any chances with Dying Breed.

Adams: Knowing their reputations I can't blame them!

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 Jeremiah's opponent.

Simone: Jeremiah looks ready for battle.

Adams: When hasn't he looked ready for battle?

Justin: And his opponent!

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.

Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Casey Williams and Ivan Darrel, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 245ibs Andrew Garcia!

Simone: Looks like ROAR had a right to be worried.

Adams: That or they saw ROAR coming out in force and decided to do the same thing.

"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. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, Ivan climbs into the ring as the duo staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope. Andrew and Ivan raise their arms as the fans boo louder.

Simone: I wouldn't want to be Drew right now.

Adams: No kidding, two feuding teams at ringside, this is like a bomb waiting to go off! The only one who's safe is Diamond since I doubt that the Dying Breed members want to be suspended for hitting a woman.

Drew calls both groups to the centre of the ring to explain the rules to them, Jeremiah and Andrew nod in response when he asks them if they understand the rules of the match but then he turns to Dying Breed.

DP: I'm letting both teams stay at ringside but if one of you even hops on the apron before the match is over I'm sending all four of you to the back, same goes for brawling before the match is over.

Simone: Drew's laying down the law here.

Adams: I don't blame him.

Both groups leave the ring whilst glaring daggers at each other and Drew calls for the bell, as soon as he does Andrew and Jeremiah charge at each other and start brawling.

Simone: And that surprised absolutely no one.

Adams: That was as predictable as rain on a cloudy day!

Both groups at ringside shout words of encouragement for their allies as the brawling goes back and forth, Andrew eventually tries to take the easy way out by sneaking in a low blow on Jeremiah but Hardin catches the leg, lifts Garcia up and hits him with a modified Spinebuster.

Simone: Impressive show of strength by Jeremiah.

Adams: Guess he's been working out with Dark Tiger a lot lately.

Jeremiah goes for the cover 1….2….and Andrew kicks out, Ivan grabs onto the middle rope from the outside but Drew catches him and sprints over to remind him off the order he gave before the match started.

Simone: That's probably a record for how quickly a referee's ruling has nearly been violated.

Adams: Remind me to check the Guinness Book of Records later.

Whilst Drew's back is turned Jeremiah picks up Andrew in an attempt to use a different power move on him, we never find out just what Jeremiah had in mind however as Andrew uses Ivan's distraction at ringside to sneak in a low blow behind the referee's back before quickly rolling Andrew into a small package which Drew sees with help from Ivan 1…..2….and Jeremiah kicks out.

Simone: Didn't take them long to try cheating, did it?

Adams: They are almost as bad as the Mean Girls in that regard.

Andrew doesn't let up the attack and once he sees that Jeremiah has sat up in an attempt to get to his feet Andrew quickly locks in a Sleeper Hold and brings Jeremiah back down to the ground before Jeremiah can fight out of it, ROAR start cheering on Jeremiah from their corner whilst Dying Breed does the same for Andrew from theirs as Drew gets into position.

Simone: How many times have we seen this same exact position in wrestling?

Adams: Better question, how many times have we seen it actually succeed at ending a match?

By now Drew has picked up Jeremiah's arm once only for it to fall when he dropped it, Jeremiah's arm gets picked up again and once again it fails to stay up and Andrew smirks thinking that he has the match won, however when the arm is picked up for the third time Jeremiah springs to life and starts fighting his way back to his feet despite Garcia's best attempts to keep him grounded.

Adams: What did I tell you?

Simone: Have you ever considered a career as a medium Jason?

Adams: No because I like my steaks mid-rare.

Jeremiah gets back to his feet and manages to hit Garcia with a Back Suplex, he holds on for a pin attempt 1….2…..and Garcia kicks out! Jeremiah picks up Andrew and whips him into the turnbuckle nearest Dying Breed and charges in for a clothesline attempt only for Andrew to duck out of the way of Jeremiah's charge at the last second causing Jeremiah to collide with the turnbuckle, Jeremiah stumbles backwards and Garcia grabs him from behind in a German Suplex attempt only for Jeremiah to block the attempt by grabbing onto the top ropes.

Simone: Jeremiah just saved himself from a German Suplex.

Adams: Give Garcia credit though, he's still trying to Suplex him.

Garcia's Suplex attempts get cut short when Jeremiah throws him off him and Garcia lands near the ropes, as Garcia gets to his feet Jeremiah charges in for another Clothesline attempt but Garcia ducks down dragging the top rope down with him causing Jeremiah to stumble to the outside where Casey and Ivan are waiting.

Simone: That's bad news for Jeremiah.

Adams: Not as long as Drew's paying attention.

Garcia attempts to follow Jeremiah to the outside but Drew isn't having it and orders him to back off and give Jeremiah some breathing room, this has an unintended side effect however as once Jeremiah is back on his feet he gets knocked back down by a massive clothesline by Casey Williams.

Simone: Oh come on! If Drew had been paying attention Garcia would be disqualified by now.

Adams: I've said it once and I'll say it again, we really need to start using instant replays.

ROAR try to alert Drew to the fact that Ivan and Casey are stomping away at Jeremiah on the outside by Drew is too busy arguing with Garcia to take any notice of it, the argument does eventually end but only after Ivan rolls Jeremiah back into the ring near the turnbuckle closest to Dying Breed's corner and Garcia gets an idea.

Simone: I don't know what Garcia has in mind but it can't be good.

Adams: I'm pretty sure you mean can't be good for Jeremiah.

Garcia starts climbing the turnbuckle whilst Drew starts applying a five count but it soon becomes clear that Andrew has no intention of staying up there for long as, once he steadies himself, Garcia leaps and hits Jeremiah with a beautiful Shooting Star Press.

Simone: Wow, since when has Garcia ever done a high flying move?

Adams: That's just how much he wants to get one over on the tag champs!

Andrew hooks the leg for the cover whilst his teammate and manager count along with Drew's pinfall count 1…..2……JEREMIAH KICKS OUT!

Simone: Jeremiah is still in this!

Adams: I thought for sure that Andrew had the match won and so did his teammates!

Casey and Ivan stand there with looks of disbelief on their faces as Andrew argues with Drew over a slow count but, as usual, Drew isn't listening to him as Jeremiah gets back to his feet, Jeremiah comes up behind Garcia is he continues to argue with Drew and hits Garcia with a German Suplex before holding on for a pin 1….2….and Garcia kicks out.

Simone: They have been exchanging pinfalls for the past few minutes and now they are back to wear they started with a brawl!

Adams: Wait why is Casey looking for a weapon underneath the ring?

Whilst the two competitors brawl Casey manages to find a steel chair underneath the ring and slides it in, Drew spots it rather quickly and goes to dispose of it but it quickly becomes apparent that that was another distraction by Dying Breed as Ivan gets on the apron and grabs onto Jeremiah's arms once he's close enough, Garcia hits Jeremiah with a couple of chops before running across the ring and attempting a running dropkick on the rebound, unfortunately for him Jeremiah gets free and ducks out of the way whilst Andrew is in mid-air causing the dropkick to hit Ivan instead sending him flying off the apron.

Simone: Andrew's just hit Ivan with that a dropkick intended for Jeremiah.

Adams: And Jeremiah wants to end this!

Andrew turns around and Jeremiah picks him up just as Drew re-enters the ring and Jeremiah drives Garcia through the matt with a running Powerslam.

Simone: Big Tiger Impact!

Adams: Stick a fork in Garcia, he's done!

Jeremiah goes for the cover 1…2…..3!!!!

Justin: Here's your winner “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin!

Simone: Great match between Garcia and Jeremiah!

Adams: But the action's not over yet!

Jeremiah doesn't get much of a chance to celebrate as Dark Tiger is brawling with Casey and Ivan whilst Diamond keeps her distance, Jeremiah leaves the ring to even up the odds and the two teams go back and forth for a while before Andrew recovers and, seeing the carnage on the outside, decides to join in by hitting ROAR with a suicide dive.

Simone: The match is over but the war isn't over yet!

Adams: Here's comes security!

Several security guards pour out from the back to break up the brawl and separate the two groups, they are dragged backstage as Diamond follows them from a distance.

This match just finalized....


Delia Darling (vs) Twisted Sister

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

The crown cheers as Amanda skips out, wearing pigtails, eyeglasses and a classic schoolgirl uniform. She twirls her microphone in hand briefly before the music starts up and the performance begins.

Amanda: Put down your chainsaw and listen to me
It's time for us to join in the fight
It's time to let your babies grow up to be cowboys
It's time to let the bedbugs bite

You better put all your eggs in one basket
You better count your chickens before they hatch
You better sell some wine before it's/its time
You better find yourself an itch to scratch

You better squeeze all the Charmin you can while Mr. Wimpole's not around
Stick your head in the microwave and get yourself a tan

Talk with your mouth full
Bite the hand that feeds you
Bite on more than you chew
What can you do
Dare to be stupid

Take some wooden nickles
Look for Mr. Goodbar
Get your mojo working now
I'll show you how
You can dare to be stupid

You can turn the other cheek
You can just give up the ship
You can eat a bunch of sushi and forget to leave a tip

Dare to be stupid
Come on and dare to be stupid
It's so easy to do
Dare to be stupid
We're all waiting for you
Let's go

It's time to make a mountain out of a molehill
So can I have a volunteer
There's no more time for crying over spilled milk
Now it's time for crying in your beer

Settle down, raise a family, join the PTA
Buy some sensible shoes and a Chevyrolet
And party 'till you're broke and they drive you away
It's OK, you can dare to be stupid

It's like spitting on a fish
It's like barking up a tree
It's like I said you gotta buy one if you wanna get one free

Dare to be stupid (yes)
Why don't you dare to be stupid
It's so easy to do
Dare to be stupid
We're all waiting for you
Dare to be stupid

Burn your candle at both ends
Look a gift horse in the mouth
Mashed potatoes can be your friends

You can be a coffee achiever
You can sit around the house and watch Leave It To Beaver
The future's up to you
So what you gonna do

Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
What did I say
Dare to be stupid
Tell me, what did I say
Dare to be stupid
It's alright
Dare to be stupid
We can be stupid all night
Dare to be stupid
Come on, join the crowd
Dare to be stupid
Shout it out loud
Dare to be stupid
I can't hear you
Dare to be stupid
OK, I can hear you now
Dare to be stupid
Let's go, Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid
Dare to be stupid

The crowd cheers and applauds the performance! Amanda skips about the stage, blowing kisses, before she vanishes backstage behind the curtains.

An interesting scene is developing in the skybox as the main event is quickly coming up. Sean and Pamela are discussing business pertaining to some ocean front property on the Mediterranean while Scott Oliver steps into the scene. With microphone in hand, Scott has every intention on getting Sean's thoughts for the main event....

But he is quickly cut off by Marshall Owens who has no intentions of letting Scott get anywhere close to the Mental Rapist.

Marshall: You can hold it right there Scott.

Because of Marshall's quick thinking, Scott barely makes it into the box before his path is blocked by the attorney and sometimes mouthpiece of Sean Jackson.

Marshall: I know why you're here, and it's not going to work. You want to come in here, rub the main event in my client's face and waltz out again as if you've done nothing wrong. Well, you can forget it.

Scott: It's not like that Mr. Owens. Yes, I want to get his comments, but not to rub any...

Marshall: You backstage reporters are all alike. You can't carry a candle to my client, so you want to tear him down every chance you get. Well here's the thing Scott, you are going to turn back around and go find somebody else to harrass. My client is here as a fan, and is not going to have his time interrupted by a nothing happening ingrate pushing Christian Underwood's agenda.

Scott rolls his eyes, but doesn't say anything. He doesn't get a chance.

Marshall: But I tell you what, keep pushing that crap Scott and you alone will be responsible for what my client does for the rest of the night.

Sean looks up and sees Marshall and Scott talking.

Sean: What's going on Marshall?

Without even turning his attention to Sean, his eyes glued specifically on Scott Oliver.

Marshall: Nothing Sean, Scott got lost and is now leaving.

Taking the hint, Scott Oliver turns around and walks out. With that, Marshall too turns around and rejoins the party. The camera scene shifts away right as Marshall and Sean tap champagne glasses.

Justin: The following contest is a mixed tag match and is your main event of the evening! Introducing first...

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.

The boogie
The boogie
The boogie
The boogie
The boogie
The boogie Man

Justin: From Juneau, Alaska, weighing in at one hundred and twenty eight pounds, she is Amy Marshall!

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 face mask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that Amy Marshall is written in red and in Japanese.

She then continues down the ramp, as slaps the hands of the awaiting fans, she then climbs into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd before climbing back down and heads to the corner, where she takes off the mask and waits for the match to start.

Justin: And her partner...

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

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

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

Justin: And their opponents...

The camera flashes around the crowd, as Lose Control by Evanessence plays over the PA, panning in and out, stopping just long enough to get glimpses of excited people in the crowd until it stops finally on the stage where Raynin stands, legs spread slightly, looking out over the audience with a confident smirk.

Justin: From Austin, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and forty five pounds, she is the SCW Bombshell World Champion, She is Raynin!

She nods slowly, then raises her fist high in the air. She brings her fist down into a salute, then starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring. She jumps onto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle, and lifts her fist in the air. She brings her hand down and salutes the crowd before she hops down into the ring and goes to another turnbuckle climbs it and throws her fist in the air, then brings it down in a salute. She jumps down into the ring and leans back on the turnbuckle, waiting on her partner.

Justin: And her partner...

"Zombie" by Breed 77 blasts through the speakers, the slow intro playing as the word move on the screen. The eyes of Gabriel appear on the screen, turning red as the heavier guitars kick in. Purple lights cut through the thick smoke starting to fill the entrance ramp. The crowd wait in anticipation, and the figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of boos. Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached.

Justin: From London, England, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is the SCW Heavyweight champion, he is Gabriel!

He pulls the hood back from over his eyes, showing his face. Gabriel's eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. He reaches down, opening his long coat, pulling it apart, revealing the SCW World Heavyweight title belt. He puts his arms to his side and looks to the ring. Gabriel turns his head to before he starts to walk to the ring. Gabriel gets outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel stands inside, looking at his opponents.


Gabriel and Raynin are standing in their corner discussing strategy as Watts and Marshall are doing the exact same thing. Gabriel steps through the ring ropes as Raynin is left standing inside the ring. Marshall nods her head to what Watts was saying while keeping her eyes on the woman who took her championship.

Adams: This is a twist. Usually in mixed tag matches here in SCW, the men start while the women are watching.

Simone: I guess both Gabriel and Watts want to be gentlemen.

The bell sounds as Marshall and Raynin get right in each other's face. No words are spoken as the look to one side of the arena. The crowd is going crazy as they look towards the other side of the arena. They return to look at each other as Jasmine St. John is standing waiting for them to do something. Both girls look away from each other before coming back with straight punches.

Adams: And the fight has begun

Marshall gets the upper hand with the fist fight as she backs Raynin into the ring ropes. Marshall stops throwing punches as she lands several backhand chops across Raynin's chest. She stops to lick her hand before driving one more hand across the chest of Raynin. Raynin tries to bend over to relieve the pain as Amy grabs her by the arm and shoots her off toward the ropes. Raynin manages to counter the whip by sending Amy into the ropes. Raynin catches Amy in a tilt a whirl but before dropping her across her knee. Amy manages to twist her hips enough to drive Raynin face first into the canvas. With her rival on the mat, Amy shoots the half and goes for the quick cover.


2...kick out

Raynin manages to get her shoulder up right before Jasmine could strike for a three count.

Simone: Almost a pinfall victory for Amy

Adams: Almost only counts for horseshoes and hand grenades.

Amy quickly gets back up to her feet as does Raynin. Both ladies are staring at each other while the crowd is going bananas. Marshall and Raynin lock back up while jockeying for position. Marshall gets the upper hand after driving a knee into the stomach of Raynin. She grabs her by the arm and tries to whip her into the corner. However Raynin reverses the whip by sending Amy into her own corner. Before striking the corner back first, Watts manages to tag her hand.

Adams: Now that is an interesting way to tag in.

Simone: The ladies were too evenly matched. Now it's time for the guys to step it up.

Watts enters the ring with Marshall looking at her partner not to thrilled that he tagged into the match. Raynin doesn't even back down from Watts as she walks right up to him. He tries to tell to get out of the ring but she refuses to leave. Watts looks over at Jasmine hoping she will do her job. He looks back at Raynin trying to get her to come to her senses. She starts to back away while he continues to shew her out of the ring.

While Raynin was keeping Andrew's attention, Gabriel was using the distraction to get behind him on the ring apron. Raynin finally leaves the ring as Watts gives a smirk. The smirk gets wiped away by Gabriel who connects with a springboard dropkick. The kick sends Watts halfway across the ring as Gabriel quickly gets back up to his feet. Without much hesitation, he charges at Watts and connects with a hard running knee that smashes him head first into the corner turnbuckle.

Adams: Gabriel is already on the attack.

Watts is grabbing at his head as Gabriel stands up, places his boot across the throat of Watts and pressing down across it. Watts does all he can from getting choked out. Gabriel changes positions from having his foot across it to having both hands clasped around Watts' throat. Strands of saliva begin to stream out of his mouth as Gabriel is shouting at the top of his lungs. Jasmine gets to the count of four and starts to threaten Gabriel. He stops choking Watts in order to get right in the face of Jasmine. Jasmine tells him to back off or she will disqualify him.

His eyes nearly roll to the back of his head while returning focus onto Watts. Right as Gabriel reaches down to pick him off the canvas, Watts grabs him by the tights and flings him face first into the exposed steel turnbuckle.

Simone: How did that turnbuckle get exposed?

Adams: I'm going to venture a guess and say Watts.

An instant replay shows Watts messing with the turnbuckle pad while Gabriel was arguing with Jasmine.

Adams: See

Simone: Watts is one tricky bastard

Gabriel rolls out of the ring while shaking his head. A slow stream of blood has started to flow down Gabriel's face but he seems pleased by it. Andrew bounces a couple times before running to the far side of the ring. He bounces off those ropes and breaks into a full sprint. However before he could hit a suicide dive, Gabriel connects with a wicked enzuigiri kick to the side of Andrew's head. Andrew lays across the ring ropes as Gabriel hops up onto the ring apron. Gabriel drops a leg across Andrew's neck while driving his face into the ring apron. Andrew is lying on the ring apron as Gabriel re-enters the ring. He runs to the one side of the ring before coming back and connecting with a baseball slide into the ribcage of Andrew.

Andrew falls off the ring apron and lands awkwardly on the arena floor.

Adams: Did Andrew land on his arm or leg there?

Simone: I don't know but we will have to keep an eye on this situation.

Gabriel is standing inside the ring while waiting for Andrew to get up. Andrew does slowly get back up to his feet while holding his left arm. He quickly jumps up onto the ring apron right as Gabriel was about to hit some kind of aerial move. Gabriel looks for a punch but Andrew blocks it with his injured arm. Fighting through the pain, Andrew fires back with a punch of his own. Amy does however tag herself in without Andrew or Gabriel even knowing. Andrew enters the ring as Gabriel catches him with a double knee jawbreaker.

Simone: Believe This! Gabriel just won this match.

Adams: Amy got the tag so Raynin has to come into the ring.

Andrew rolls out of the ring as Gabriel goes after him. Raynin re-enters the ring as she and Amy meet in the center of the ring. Both ladies are hitting each other with several rights and lefts. Amy gets the upper hand as she rocks Raynin. Amy notices Raynin isn't off her feet yet so she goes to bounce off the ropes. As Amy is coming towards her, Raynin catches her with a vicious spear.

Adams: What a spear

With Amy down on the mat, Raynin drags her over toward the corner. She then quickly hops up to the top turnbuckle. Without hesitation, she leaps off the turnbuckle while striking Amy with a shooting star press.


Adams: Raynin is going to do it.

Raynin hooks Amy's far leg while Jasmine slides into position.




The bell sounds as Raynin quickly gets up to her feet.

Justin: Here are your winners Raynin and Gabriel

Gabriel doesn't seem to care that his team won as he continues to beat the living hell out of Andrew Watts. "Lose Control" strikes up as Raynin begins to celebrate her win. Gabriel stands up, looking down at Watts as he is handed the SCW World Heavyweight title.

Simone: The champions have sent a message to the challengers as we head towards Mayhem in Morocco!

Adams: They did not mess around here.

Gabriel raises the title belt over a fallen Watts.

Simone: This is all we have time for tonight! We'll see you in 2 weeks in Morocco!

Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Sam, The Lord MK, Dustin, Erik, Shipman, Gerrit, Casey, Sean Jackson, and Mercedes. Also to Vixen for the great match banners and everyone who is a part of SCW for keeping us going!