The crowd is alive with energy inside of Salle Omnisports Hacène Harcha in Algiers, Algeria. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites. The energy is at an obvious fever pitch when Justin Decent, standing inside of the ring alongside famed Algerian singer, Kenza Farah.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Christian Underwood, Mark Ward, Erik Staggs and everyone in Sin City Wrestling, we would like to welcome you to the famed Salle Omnisports Hacène Harcha in Algiers, Algeria for Climax Control!
The fans in attendance cheer!
Justin: Now to sing the Algerian National Anthem, please help me welcome ... Kenza Farah!
The fans are on their feet, cheering the famed Algerian recording artist! Justin passes the house microphone to his and as the music begins to play, Kenza opens the show...
Kenza: Qasaman bi-n-nazilati l-ma?iqat
Na?nu jundun fi sabili l-?a
Wa-d-dima?i z-zakiyati ?-?ahirat
Wa-l-bunudi l-lami?ati l-khafiqat
Fi-l-jibali sh-shamikhati sh-shahiqat
Na?nu thurna fa-?ayatun ?aw mamat
Wa-?aqadna al-?azma ?an ta?ya l-Jaza?ir
Fa-shhadu! Fa-shhadu! Fa-shhadu!
Wa ?ila stiqlalina bi-l-?arbi qumna
Lam yakun yu?ga lana lama na?aqna
Fa-ttakhadhna rannata l-barudi wazna.
Wa-?azafna nagamata r-rashshashi la?na
Wa-?aqadna al-?azma ?an ta?ya l-Jaza?ir
Fa-shhadu! Fa-shhadu! Fa-shhadu!
Ya Faransa, qad ma?a waqtu l-?itab
Wa-?awaynahu kama yu?wa l-kitab
Ya Faransa ?inna dha yawmu l-?isab
Fa-sta?iddi wa-khudhi minna l-jawab
?Inna fi thawratina fa?lu l-khi?ab
Wa-?aqadna al-?azma ?an ta?ya l-Jaza?ir
Fa-shhadu! Fa-shhadu! Fa-shhadu!
Na?nu min ?ab?alina nadfa?u junda
Wa-?ala ?ashla?ina na?na?u majda.
Wa-?ala ?arwa?ina na??adu khulda.
Wa-?ala hamatina narfa?u banda.
Jabhatu t-Ta?riri ?a??aynaki ?ahda.
Wa-?aqadna al-?azma ?an ta?ya l-Jaza?ir
Fa-shhadu! Fa-shhadu! Fa-shhadu!
?arkhatu l-?aw?ani min sa?i l-fida
Isma?uha wa-stajibu li-n-nida
Wa-ktubuha bi-dima?i sh-shuhada?
Wa-qra?uha li-bani l-jayli gada.
Qad madadna laka ya majdu yada
Wa-?aqadna al-?azma ?an ta?ya l-Jaza?ir
Fa-shhadu! Fa-shhadu! Fa-shhadu!
The song ends and the crowd cheers! Emma smiles and takes a bow before she passes the house mic back to the hands of Justin Decent and is assisted from the ring as the show is set to begin!
Simone: Hello and welcome to Climax Control, I'm Belinda Simone.
Adams: And I could be in a beer garden right now, but I'm not, so you can call me Jason Adams.
Simone: Seven matches will be on show for you tonight and we start with two of SCW rising stars
Adams: Damian The Dark Defender and Mr Travis Nathaniel Andrews both came off big wins at Mayhem in Morocco, and tonight, the two superstars touted as the future of SCW go to war tonight. Someone's bubble will be burst
Simone: Crystal Hilton surprised everyone by defeating the dominant Natalie McKinley for the SCW Bombshell Roulette championship at Mayhem in Morocco, and now the twi square off again.
Adams: Beating Natalie once is a tall order but Crystal has to now do it again if she wants to walk away with her championship belt.
Simone: Tim Staggs makes his official debut this week for SCW but he's facing an angry man.
Adams: At the supercard, Tim had a hand in Kain not getting back the Internet championship from Kris Halc, and tonight he has to face the man he stopped from claiming gold. Let me tell you, Kain is not the easiest guy to get along with but when you annoy him.... just damn. I wouldn't want to be in Tim's shoes tonight.
Simone: Traci Patterson was unlucky a couple of weeks back not to become Queen of the Hill, and tonight, she has a chance to boost herself up the ladder once more.
Adams: Not an easy task when your opponent is Mean Girl, Veronica Taylor. Veronica, for all the bad you can say about her, isn't a SCW Bombshell Tag Team champion for nothing. The girl has skills in the ring, but Traci is Texas made and as tough as a cheap steak sandwich, this one can go either way.
Simone: It should have happened at Mayhem in Morocco but couldn't, tonight, we bring you the rematch for the SCW Roulette championship between champion Lord Raab and challenger Alex Kaelin.
Adams: Both men are members of Andrew Watt's group the Rejects, both men know what it's like to be a champion. Raab has renamed the title to reflect his own nature. Roulette championship, Violence championship, it doesn't matter, these two men will rip flesh from bones to have it.
Simone: Four women, one prize, the chance to take on Raynin for the SCW Bombshell World championship.
Adams: Mikah, Mercedes Vargas, Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall will all fight for that chance. Amy is a former champion, Jessie has always been on the verge of breaking in to the title picture, Mercedes is someone many feel should be fighting for top gold, and when you throw in a wild card like Mikah who can change the face of the title picture by winning this, the fans will be the winners of this one, and if I was a gambling man, I'd bet I'd keep my money in my pocket and not go anywhere near this one.
Simone: Main event time, and although Kris Halc thought this was a misprint, it's really not as the man who sees himself as a nobody, is now in the main event as he defends his title against a man who has done so much in SCW, Goth.
Adams: Goth is the only man in SCW to win the triple crown championship and tonight he has the chance to become the first ever grandslam champion. Kris is a fighting champion and proving that he really isn't a nobody. If he can beat Goth he will prove more and more that he is a somebody.
Simone: Plus earlier this week on Twitter, it was mentioned that new stars have been signed to deals here and could appear in some form tonight.
Adams: I can't wait for less talky, more smashy smashy!
Travis and his personal assistant are standing outside of the building. He is wearing his signature street gear as Shawna is wearing her usual business attire.
Shawna: Travis, are you nervous?
Travis Andrews: I don't get fucking nervous. I am just tired of this damn world tour. When will we go to a country that matters? When will I get taken serious around here?
Shawna: If you defeat Dark Defender tonight then maybe you will get taken seriously.
Travis Andrews: What is this if I defeat shit? It's not an if Shawna it's a when. Like when I teach that bible thumping cod fucker a lesson in respect. I know he will want to rip my head off. I mean who doesn't these days. All I am saying is he had better try because if he doesn't well...then he will just have to DEAL WITH IT.
Travis enters the building with Shawna right behind him.
Simone: We have a great night of action tonight and even better Steve Ramone isn’t even in the country tonight, let alone the arena!
Adams: I’d drink to that but I’m getting word that we got a package from Steve sent to the production truck.
Simone: Oh god damn it, play the clip!
The camera switches over to the titentron where the following message is displayed:
“The following message was paid for by Steve Ramone, and his friends”
Before we cut to a backdrop of the American flag across the screen bemusing some audience members, there is a National Anthem playing over the image….however…..
Simone: Isn’t that the UK National Anthem?
Adams: Yep.
The anthem promptly cuts out and the next few seconds are filled with this:
Steve: You had one job! ONE FUCKING JOB! All you had to do was push play and play the United States National fucking Anthem AND YOU COULDN’T EVEN GET THAT RIGHT! I’m hiring someone who ISN’T A COLLEGE KID for the next vid!
Adams: Next vid?
Simone: Oh god, there’s going to be more of these!
The music starts playing again and this time the right National Anthem plays, soon afterwards a familiar voice rings out.
Andreas: SCW, for too long have you had weak champions! Just look at the tag team division, those titles have been passed around more than weed among potheads!
Adams: There’s something ironic about a Swedish man talking over the US National Anthem.
Simone: Well he’s not wrong about the titles.
Cyrus: And look at the Roulette Division, Alex Kaelin lost the title to his stablemate and friend Lord Raab! What kind of champion is that?!
Simone: Says the guy who never won a match in SCW let alone a title.
Adams: What’s the point of this?
Voiceover: Are those the men you want as your Roulette Champion? No, you want someone strong, you want…..STEVE RAMONE!
Just as the narrator finishes saying that fireworks go off on screen as a picture of Steve giving the cheesiest smile imaginable is shown before we cut to Steve in a suit giving a press conference.
Steve: When I am champion NOT ONLY will I defend the title twenty four hours a day, seven days a week but I will win all my matches and never lose it to a close friend because I don’t have any close friends, only hired thugs! They are better than friends!
Reporter: But what about Alex Kaelin? He’s challenging for the title this week and…..
Steve: WHO CARES!? I’ll kick his ass too!
Narrator: So SCW fans, tell the bosses today that the man you want challenging for title isn’t Alex Kaelin, no, the man you want as your next Roulette Champion is “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone!
We then cut back to the backdrop where we see the cheesy grin, suit wearing Steve giving a thumbs up whilst Andreas and Cyrus applaud him with this caption underneath.
“The Man You Want as your Next Roulette Champion “The Fearless One” Steve Ramone”
Before cutting to black, the camera pans back to the bemused announcers whilst the fans behind them are laughing.
Simone: Well…..that happened……
Adams: Shall we go to our opening match?
Simone: Let’s!
Jasmine St. John steps through the ring ropes as the bell rings, signifying the first match of the evening is about to begin.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest of Climax Control is scheduled for one fall!
"I'm Back" strikes up as Travis Nathaniel Andrews walks through the curtain with his trademark smirk on his face. The crowd in Europe aren't shy with how they feel about him. Travis sombers down the ramp while soaking in all the boos.
Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada...weighing in tonight around 241 pounds and standing 6'2. Please welcome Travis Nathaniel Andrews!
Travis chuckles to himself while completely ignoring the fans in Europe. He slides into the ring, walks to the nearest turnbuckle and throws his arms high into the air. He gives a nice pose before hopping down. He proceeds to lay across the top rope while waiting for the match to begin.
Simone: This man is amazing. I don't think he could be happier if the ring was made out of a mirror.
Adams: Sometimes I wonder if he hurts his own back, bending over to kiss his own arse like that.
The lights cut out as the opening guitars from “Sail” by Devildriver start to play through the PA system. A shadowy figure makes his way onto the stage as fog begins to fill the arena.
The guitars and drums kick in and a white spotlight shines down on Damian the “Dark Defender” kneeling in the center of the stage with his head resting on fist.
They kick in again and Damian jumps to his feet. Carrying a taped wooden axe-handle in his right hand he begins to make his way down the ramp as the music kicks on in full. He paces slowly down toward ringside, his eyes fixated on the ring, breathing heavy as he passes fans with their hands stretched out toward him.
Justin: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown….weighing in at 248 pounds…..he is the “Dark Defender”……DAMIAN!
He gets to the steps and stops. He turns to face the crowd and stares for a moment, letting out heavy breaths, before turning back around in a hurry and slamming his axe handle down on the steps just as the chorus kicks in.
He steps up in much quicker fashion and glides through the ropes. He makes it tot eh center of the six-sided ring and raises up his axe-handle to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He places it in the corner before slowly slipping off his combat vest. He adjusts his mask and then waits for the bell.
Simone: This man has been on an absolute tear here in SCW ever since he first set foot in the ring.
Adams: Yeah he gives me the creeps with that mask of his.
Simone: He is a mysterious individual, that much is for sure, but if anyone can put a stop to that streak of his, it's Travis Nathaniel Andrews.
Jasmine finishes checking Travis and goes over to do the same to Damian. She checks one boot, but when she goes for the second, Travis charges and attacks his opponent before the opening bell! He knocks the Dark Defender to the mat as Jasmine gets out of dodge and has to call for the bell!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Travis starts to stomp Damian down into the mat, ignoring Jasmine's orders for him to back off and allow Damian a fair chance to start!
Simone: Travis wasting no time, going to work on Damian.
Adams: I think the chance for Damian to get a fair start here has been shot to hell.
Travis forces Damian up against the ropes, and begins to pound away on him with right hands, leaving Damian with nowhere to go as Jasmine counts.
1...
Travis breaks and them jams a thumb in Damian's eye.
2...
3...
4...
Adams: Boy! Travis is pulling all the tricks out, isn't he?
Simone: Say what you will about him, but Travis Nathaniel Andrews pays attention. He's obviously seen how dangerous a competitor Damian is and he's not risking any chances against him in there.
Travis grabs Damian by the arm and Irish whips him into the far ropes, and as the Dark Defender rebounds back, Travis catches him with a power slam, taking him over and immediately hooking the leg in the pinfall attempt.
1.....
2.....
Damian gets his shoulder up.
Simone: A nice try but it's going to take more than that to put Damian down for the count.
Travis gets back to his feet, frowning at Jasmine but his 'intimidation attempt' doesn't work on the senior referee of SCW. Travis grabs him but Damian wraps his arms around his legs, picks him up and drops him hard on bended knee in an inverted atomic drop!
Adams: There go any plans for a ring rat celebration tonight!
Damian moves right in and lashes out with two straight martial arts front kicks to Travis's sternum!
Simone: Listen to the sheer impact of those kicks!
Damian goes for a third but this time, Travis blocks it and takes him down to the mat and attempts to ensnare his opponent into a Crossface, but Damian is near enough to the ropes that Jasmine forces Travis to break up the hold attempt. Travis then begins an assault before Damian can get to his feet, kicking and stomping the Dark defender until the impact of the blows knocks him from the ring and to the ringside floor! Not about to let up on his advantage, Travis steps out of the ring, and drops down to the floor. As Damian gets back to his feet and turns around, Travis barrels right into him with a clothesline.
Adams: Geez! Travis is absolutely brutal tonight!
Simone: They need to be careful if they don't want to get counted out.
1...
Travis pulls Damian back to his feet, and goes to whip him, into the ring post but Damian holds onto Travis arm, twists it, and doubles him over with a boot to the midsection before he plants Travis with a DDT on the floor!
2...
3...
4...
Adams: Oh my god! He just DDTed Travis Nathaniel Andrews on the floor!
Simone: Thank god there's at least SOME padding out there!
Damian pulls Travis back to his feet, and rolls him into the ring. Damian follows him inside and covers him.
1.....
2.....
3 - No! Travis gets his foot on the bottom rope!
Simone: Oh that was damn good ring presence of mind on Travis's part! Otherwise this match would be over!
Damian pulls Travis back to his feet, and takes him over with an Exploder suplex. He covers him again.
1.....
2.....
Travis kicks out!
Adams: He's got fight in him! Gotta give him that!
Simone: It's amazing how far a man's ego can push him.
Damian whips Travis into the ropes and locks on a sleeper hold. Travis quickly runs towards a turnbuckle, turning just in time, to crush Damian in the corner.
Adams: How much longer are these two going to be able to go on?
Travis tries to get as far away from his opponent as possible but Damian is right on him and he pulls Travis into a side headlock. Damian cranks on the hold, but Travis is able to scoop him up and drive him hard into the mat with a high angle suplex of him own. Both men are now down on the mat and Jasmine is forced to begins a count against both of them...
1...
Travis is the first to return to his feet, an amazing testament after the punishment recently inflicted on him. He pulls Damian up along with him. Travis sends him into the ropes but Damian plows back right into him, knocking him down with a shoulder block. Damian sees Travis start to get back up, and runs to the other ropes. As he rebounds, Travis catches him by surprise with a dropkick right in the face!
2...
3...
4...
5...
6...
7...
Adams: Daaaamn! That had to be almost seven feet in the air with that dropkick!
Simone: Travis definitely has one of the best dropkicks in SCW!
Adams: I hope Damian has a dental plan now!
Wasting no time, Travis grabs the surprised Damian and Black Tiger Sit Out Powerbomb!
Adams: He's got him!
1.....
Travis falls to his back with his hands on his face, in a state of utter disbelief!
2.....
3 - KICK OUT!
Simone: Travis can't believe it!
Adams: Neither can I!
After the failed pin attempt, Travis quickly rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair from ringside. He climbs back in, just as Damian is getting back to his feet on the inside. Jasmine warns Travis not to do it but Travis has a look of pure anger on his face! Jasmine makes a grab for the weapon but Travis avoids her and he goes right at Damian with the steel chair, but Damian quickly nails a spinning heel kick, sending the chair back into the face of Travis!
Adams: Is that a DQ!?
Simone: I don't think so as Travis is the one who brought the chair into the ring!
Damian goes for the cover!
1.....
2.....
3 - KICK OUT BY Travis!
Adams: He kicked out!
Simone: I am amazed!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! THIS IS AWESOME!
Damian then goes to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Damian leaps off, going for a splash, but Travis brings his knees up into Damian's muscled midsection! The moment he lands, Travis wraps him over into a small package!
1.....
2.....
3 - KICK OUT!
Simone: What's it gonna take, for one man to beat the other!?
Travis pulls him to his feet, and whips him to the ropes. As Damian rebounds, Travis swings for a clothesline but Damian ducks! The momentum spins Travis around and Damian scoops him up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry...
Adams: The Eradicator!
Travis is planted and Damian covers him, hooking one leg with his arm and the other with his leg!
1.....
2.....
3!
Adams: And the Eradicator is what it took!
The crowd cheers as an exhausted and hurt Damian has his arm raised by Jasmine!
Justin: The winner of the match ... DAMIAN THE DARK DEFENDER!
The fans cheer as Damian watches momentarily as Travis starts to come to and get up, before he calmly exits the ring and leaves the ringside area.
The words "AS SEEN EARLIER TODAY" appears as we find Mercedes Vargas walking along the Algiers historic Casbah district. She is wearing capri pants, a long sleeve shirt and flip flops as she fails to notice passerby staring back at her. As the camera pans and zooms to frame her, she acknowledges it with a wave.
Mercedes: SCW Bombshell Mercedes Vargas here, and in case you didn't get the memo, Climax Control is back from another successful supershow. That's right, Mayhem in Morocco, which you can still catch the encore all month long on scwwrestling.com.
Mercedes points at the graphic that appears below.
Mercedes: Time sure flies when you're having fun, or traveling the world as we have on SCW World Tour 2015. Can you believe it's been four months already since the tour began? Crazy, right? We've been to some pretty interesting places, but we're far from being done. So look out, because you just never know when we might be coming to your town. Don't miss out on your chance to experience SCW Live and see your favorite Superstars and Bombshells in action, including current SCW World Champion Gabriel, Sean Jackson, Alex Kaelin, current SCW Bombshell World Champion Raynin, Andrew Watts, current SCW Roulette Champion Lord Raab, Delia Darling, current SCW Internet Champion Kris Halic, current SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor, current SCW Bombshell Internet Champion Roxi Johnson, current SCW Tag Team Champions R.O.A.R., the lovely Bombshells, and, well, me, of course.
She smiles.
Mercedes: And certainly we've had a great time so far in Europe from late March and all of April. Munich, Bucharest, Athens, Milan, Malaga, Spain. Great time had by all. Sadly, we move on to our next destination: Africa and the Middle East.
A nifty graphic appears on the screen showing a map of Northern Africa, with various cities highlighted as Mercedes continues.
Mercedes: It's our second stop along the Africa leg of SCW World Tour 2015 this month, following Mayhem in Morocco, and our travels take us to, you guessed it, Algiers, Algeria. We're going to Rock the Casbah tonight at Salle Hacene Harcha. Climax Control comes to you live next week from El Menzah Sports Palace in Tunis, Tunisia. And then on May 31, we'll be walking like an Egyptian right into Alexandria, Egypt from Alexandria University to conclude the final week on the Africa leg this month and the start of the Middle East coming in June.
The graphic disappears and we return to Mercedes.
Mercedes: Tickets are on sale and they're going fast, so get yours right now. Additional fees may apply. Card is subject to change. Be sure to keep checking back on scwwrestling.net for more information. Don't miss any of the action during SCW World Tour 2015. We'll see you there.
The cameras switch backstage to show Natalie McKinley stood next to the catering table. She picks up a bottle of water and unscrews the cap. However, before Natalie can take a drink from the bottle, she is stopped by the appearance of "Stoner" Scott Oliver.
Stoner: Hey, Natalie!
Natalie: Sorry, Scott - I don't really want to talk to you right now. I hope you understand that it's nothing personal - I just came here to get some water, and now I want to go back to the locker room, to finish getting ready for my match.
Natalie gulps down some water, and then screws the cap back on the bottle.
Stoner: I, um, was just going to ask if you had any final thoughts about your match that you wanted to share.
Natalie shakes her head.
Natalie: No, there's nothing else that I want to s...
Natalie pauses suddenly, and smiles, as she thinks of something.
Natalie: Actually, Scott - there is something that I would like to quickly talk about.
Stoner: Uh, okay.
Natalie: During the past week, my opponent for this evening - Crystal Hilton - labelled me a "worthless English piece of crap," thus achieving the feat of insulting me twice within the space of five words. But only one part of that comment from Crystal actually annoyed me, which was her referring to me as being English.
Natalie then speaks with a hint of anger in her voice.
Natalie: Nag ydw Saesneg - ydw Gymraeg; I'm not English - I'm Welsh!
Natalie sighs, before continuing.
Natalie: I'm from Wales - the most beautiful country on Earth; the country with the greatest flag in the world; a country where sheep are acceptable as pets; a country where cannabis can be found among street pot plants...
Stoner interrupts Natalie, his eyes lighting up.
Stoner: Really?
Natalie: Well, only in Newport.
Natalie frowns.
Natalie: Now, where was I?
Natalie then taps her chin with her right index finger.
Natalie: Ah, yes. In Wales, we've got dragons, stunning birds - in the south - hard blokes, tidy mountains, male voice choirs, and of course, lots and lots of sheep.
Natalie grins for a moment, but then lets out another small sigh, before she continues.
Natalie: I don't want anyone to think that I'm anti-English; I'm not - I'm proud to represent the whole of the UK. But I'm particularly proud to be Welsh - ydw balch i fod yn Gymraeg. And tonight, SCW's Welsh bombshell aims to become a two-time Bombshell Roulette Champion.
The scene cuts away.
The cameras move backstage to see Delia Darling and Mercedes Vargas walking through the hallway with two duffel bags each. The crowd gives off a mixed reaction as they make their way down the hall toward the locker room areas. On their way, they pass the Mean Girls locker room, and out of habit, Delia places her hand on the door knob.
Mercedes: Old habits die hard, and I’m sure you will too, if you go in there.
Delia tilts her head to the side in confusion, but it quickly fades as the reality of it all hits her. She slowly retracts her hand, and bows her head as she turns away from the door to join Mercedes in walking down a few more doors to the Bombshell locker room. She smiles sweetly as she turns to Mercedes.
Delia: We’re really doing it, aren’t we?
Mercedes: If you mean changing in front of girls we spent the better part of a year torturing… then yes, we’re doin’ it!
Mercedes gives her best attempt at sounding confident as she gives Delia a soft, playful nudge on the arm with a balled up fist. Delia stares at her with her jaw gaping open. Mercedes smirks for a second as Delia shakes her head.
Delia: Yes, as if I haven’t been stressed to z’e nines about z’is very moment all week, I forget about it for all of five seconds before being reminded of it again…
Delia rolls her eyes as she turns toward the door, placing her hand on the door handle. After hesitating for a moment, Delia’s fake smile returns to her face as she places one hand to the side of her head.
Delia: Do you know what I just realized, Mercy darling? I *chuckles* I just realized I am not booked z’is week, so I had a crazy idea… What if I just… you know? Don’t go in z’ere?
Mercedes lets out a very audible chuckle as she shakes her head from side to side quickly. A look of urgency crosses her face as she continues to chuckle heartily.
Mercedes: Ohhh-ho-ho-ho no you don’t, bitch! You’re going in there with me, because I’m not going to take the heat for the both of us. Not that I couldn’t, but where’s the fun in that?
Delia: But… I’ve never, ever been in z’ere before, Mercy. I’ve heard… stories! I’ve heard z’ere is a troll in z’ere!
One would think Delia was kidding, but everything on her face says otherwise as she leans in closer to whisper the last bit to Mercedes with urgency. Mercedes reaches over and pats Delia on the shoulder in a comforting manner.
Mercedes: Misty retired, remember? You’re safe. Well, mostly. I think every single one of those girls in there has been personally victimized by Delia Darling, and…
Delia: Oh my gawd, Mercy! You… you’re enjoying seeing me sweat!
Mercedes: Guilty…
Mercedes raises her hand with a toothy grin, causing Delia to give her a shove, albeit a playful one. She stomps her foot as if another idea had struck her out of nowhere.
Delia: I’ve got it. We can avoid z’is entire situation if we go to Veronica and apologize to her. I mean, she’s reasonable, right?
Mercedes: And you clearly are not… See, I told you we should have offered them cookies at the last moment, but did you listen to me? Noooo... I mean, I guess we could bring her a basket of muffins with unique apologies written on each paper cup…
Delia: Veronica doesn’t eat carbs, besides where would we find the time. It is short notice…
Mercedes: Yes, that and I was joking. We’re not going to concede to her. We’re going to put on our big girl pants and we’re going to walk inside, and…
Mercedes jiggles the handle on the door, trying to open it, but it appears to be locked. She scoffs as she tries harder, before kicking the door, muttering obscenities in Spanish under her breath. Delia tilts her head to the side as she, too, tries it, with the same result. However, her obscenities are in French. As she turns around, she is brushed aside as Traci Patterson maintains eye contact with Delia as she does a special knock on the door, snickering a bit as the lock is heard coming undone. Traci pops the door open and winks at Delia.
Delia: Oh my gawd, s’ank you Stacy, I don’t s’ink I would have ever…
The door slams almost directly in Delia’s face as a disgruntled Traci practically growls at her. Delia folds her arms across her chest as she leans against the wall, kicking at one of her duffel bags.
Mercedes: You’re… really bad at flattery, aren’t you? I mean, like. reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally bad.
Delia: Perhaps, but was I z’at rude to deserve a door slammed in my face?
Mercedes: You mean to tell me that wasn’t on purpose? Her name is Traci.
Delia seems confused by this, but she thinks it over for a second and then groans in disappointment with herself. She leans against the door, sobbing until Mercedes shoos her out of the way.
Mercedes: Back up. I was a whiz at Simon as a kid…
Mercedes does an exact copy of the knock Traci did, and after a second, the door click open. Mercedes looks to Delia, who sniffles a bit, clearly still riddled with nerves. Mercedes nods, and Delia nods back. Mercedes pushes the door open and both ladies walk through the door at the same time. There is a lively bit of chatter that goes completely silent upon seeing the pair walk in. Mercedes and Delia put on their best brave faces as they walk deeper into the lions den. Delia’s confidence climbs a few notches as she takes a deep breath, sighing in relief. However, before she can enjoy this too much, a wet glop of shaving cream flies right at both ladies, followed by a round of laughter. Delia’s mouth opens up, and Mercedes wipes away the cream from her eyes. They walk deeper inside, setting their bags down on the bench. As they go to unzip them, Amy Marshall walks over and shoves their bags right onto the floor, spilling their belongings in the process.
Amy: You plastic cindy’s aren’t welcome in here, got it?
Delia: But, we don’t have anywhere else to…
Amy: That doesn’t seem much like it would be my problem.
Delia lowers her head as she wipes a bit of the cream from her face, flinging it onto the ground. However, she doesn’t say anything. Amy looks over to Mercedes, narrowing her eyes at her.
Amy: What? No smart ass comment from you?
Mercedes: You think I’m smart? Why, Amy, I never knew…
Delia leans down to gather their things when Amy kicks the bag across the floor, right to Jessie Salco. Delia clenches her jaw as she takes a deep breath, walking over to Jessie to gather her bag, when Jessie kicks it right back to Amy.
Jessie: Did some of that cream get in your ears, or are you just an idiot? Wait, don’t answer that, because we all know the answer. Get your stuff and get the hell out of here, blondie.
Delia: I would, but you… ladies… keep… kicking it away… from me, so…
Jessie: Your little friends aren’t here to gang attack us, so you’d better watch your mouth.
Delia: But I was just…
Delia just waves her hand at the comment, trying not to get herself in any deeper. She walks over to Amy to get her bag when Amy kicks it across the room to Traci. Before Delia can even move a muscle, Traci kicks it over to Candy Overton. Candy’s eyes look down at the ground, and she picks up the bag, holding it out to Delia. Delia sighs in relief as she walks over to Candy, only to have Candy psych her out by throwing it across the room to Natalie McKinley. Natalie kicks it over to Cindy Warren, who skids it across the floor to Crystal Hilton who is just arriving from the shower area.
Crystal: What is this, prison? Are you girls being for real right now?
Crystal leans down and picks the bag up from the floor. She walks over to Delia and gently hands it to her as she looks out across the entire locker room with a sense of disappointment in her eyes.
Crystal: This is ridiculous, and you’re doing exactly what those bitches have done to each and every one of us. That doesn’t make it right. People can change…
Crystal gives one last glare across the locker room as a buzz of chatter slowly resumes. Delia brushes her blonde locks away from her cream covered face as she clutches onto her duffel bag.
Delia: S’ank you… z’ough... if z’is were prison, I s’ink I would be your prison wife right now, if Orange Is z’e New Black is accurate at all.
Crystal: At least your prison wife would be super attractive in every single way so there’s nothing to be ashamed of right?! Anyway don’t mind them they are always going to look down on you, and it’s going to take some time for them to accept you. I been here for a while now and I still have nothing positive to say about Amy Marshall or Natalie.
Mercedes: That’s just like you Christina.
Crystal keeps her eyes locked on Mercedes as she smirks.
Crystal: Where’s my hug? Cmon girl we known each other for like 7 years. Been everything from friends, to enemies, to tag champs, to frienemies. I at least deserve a hug or better yet we could drift off and start speaking in spanish to one another like we used to do.
The pair chuckle as they walk off, leaving Delia to look around as if she were in a shark tank. She clutches her bag nervously as she slowly goes to follow after them.
The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control were we see the two competitors in tonight’s rematch for the Bombshell Roulette Title Natalie McKinley and Crystal Hilton standing in front of the famous Roulette Wheel waiting for their match to be determined.
Simone: Two weeks ago Crystal Hilton shocked the world be defeating Natalie McKinley for the Bombshell Roulette Title and tonight she’s getting her rematch.
Adams: We just need to know what match it’ll be!
Ms. Rocky Mountains:: Ready ladies?
The two women nod and Rocky spins the wheel, for a moment it looks like it’ll stop on “Bra and Panties Special Guest Referee” which neither Bombshell seems all that happy about.
Adams: If that ends up being the match I volunteer to be the ref.
Simone: Grow up Jason!
Fortunately for the Bombshells (and unfortunately for Jason) the wheel nudges over to the next stip at the last second and when they see what match it has stopped on the two Bombshells have massive grins on their faces especially Crystal.
Ms. Rocky Mountains:: Tonight’s Roulette Title Match will be a Ladder Match!
Simone: That kind of match is right up Crystal’s alley.
Adams: We can’t discount Natalie though, she was the one to finally dethrone Mercedes Vargas back at Blaze of Glory.
The two bombshells go their separate ways to prepare for the match as the show cuts to commercial.
*after commercial break*
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control ladies and gentlemen and in just a few moments our second match of the night and our first title match of the night will take place between Natalie McKinley and Crystal Hilton in a ladder match.
Adams: Like you said before the break, this match is right up Crystal’s alley but underestimating Natalie would be a huge mistake for anyone competing against her!
Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!
Justin: The following Roulette Rules March is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship! Via a spin of the wheel the match was determined to be a Ladder Match!
The crowd cheers that announcement and the cheers only grow louder as "Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl begins to play over the PA system, which is the cue for a smiling Natalie McKinley to walk through the curtains, and out onto the stage.
Justin: Introducing the challenger, from Cardiff, Wales Natalie McKinley!
After taking a moment to scan the cheering crowd, Natalie makes her way towards the ring, and as she does so, she slaps the hands of some of the fans that reach out to her, before breaking into a jog, that culminates with her leaping up onto the ring apron. Natalie then steps through the ropes, and walks to the centre of the ring, from where she again surveys the crowd. Buoyed by the positive reaction that she has garnered from the fans, Natalie smiles wider, before she then turns her focus towards her opponent.
Simone: Natalie has a lot to prove tonight.
Adams: And so does her opponent!
Natalie leaves the ring where she starts searching for ladders, after getting a bunch of them out from under the ring she finally gets one in the ring as all of a sudden "Superstar" by Lupe fiasco starts playing all over the Pa system. Two lights are pointed at the entrance way. Crystal Emerges through the curtains and is greeted by multiple pyros that start shooting off one by one.
Justin: And her opponent, from Detroit, Michigan, she is the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Crystal Hilton!
Simone: Crystal shocked the world two weeks ago when she dethroned Natalie McKinley and as I said earlier tonight she gets her rematch.
Adams: She had better hurry down to the ring, Natalie’s getting ready to finish this one early!
The crowd roars at her with a loud ovation of cheers and she slowly makes her way out walking down the aisle. Crystal cracks a grin as her photographers line up to take a picture of her. She finally makes it to the ring and places one foot on the apron and stretches the other one on the apron as well. She does a split to enter the ring and she finally makes it to her feet, however after she hands the title to Holly Wood so that it can be suspended above the ring she sees Natalie on the outside getting ready for war she decides to not waste any time as once she turns around Crystal runs towards the ropes, dives over them and hits Natalie with a suicide dive prompting Holly to call for the bell.
Simone: Crystal isn’t wasting any time here.
Adams: Like I said, she has to prove that her win at Mayhem in Morocco wasn’t a fluke!
Knowing that the only way to win the match is by climbing the ladder and grabbing the title Holly doesn’t bother starting the ten count as the two Bombshells get to their feet and start exchanging blows outside the ring, Natalie obviously has the upper hand over Crystal due to being the bigger and stronger of the two Bombshells but Crystal manages to keep the challenger on her toes by using her speed and agility, eventually however Natalie is able to take the advantage after she ducks a wild right hand by Crystal and knees her in the stomach.
Simone: Didn’t take Natalie long to take the advantage.
Adams: She might be out of her element but you can’t doubt Natalie’s skills.
Natalie looks around trying to decide on a follow up to the knee to the stomach and quickly gets an idea, apparently inspired by the Bombshell Title Match at Mayhem in Morocco Natalie gets Crystal up for a Powerbomb and aims for the ring apron.
Simone: Not this again!
Adams: This time it would be even worse because I’m pretty sure that ladder matches can’t end on ref stoppage!
Fortunately for Crystal the time Natalie took to consider her move has given Crystal enough time to recover and she starts firing punches at Natalie’s head before grabbing onto the top rope and kicking Natalie away sending her stumbling towards the barricade, using the top rope for support Crystal pulls herself up onto the apron and when Natalie approaches her she leaps off the apron and connects with a Hurricanrana that sends her over the barricade.
Simone: Looks like the fans are getting in on the action.
Adams: And the bosses must be sweating bullets, one fan in the wrong place at the wrong time could equal a lawsuit!
Natalie is slow to get to her feet as is Crystal who seems to be heading into the ring, apparently hoping to make a grab for the title, however when she reaches the ring apron Crystal turns around and realizes that Natalie is on her feet prompting her to change her plans, once Natalie’s on her feet Crystal leaps up to the top rope and performs a Springboard Moonsault that takes her over the barricade and crashing down onto Natalie!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Simone: What a move by Crystal!
Adams: In related news the bosses just nearly had a heart attack.
The crowd is going nuts for the high risk move and Crystal uses the fact that Natalie is out cold to her advantage, she climbs over the barricade and rolls into the ring where she starts setting up the ladder that Natalie had rolled into the ring before the match started obviously hoping to win her first title defence right there and then.
Simone: Crystal had better hurry up, Natalie is over the barricade and will likely be joining her in the ring soon.
Adams: Wait, what’s Natalie doing?
Natalie has grabbed one of the larger ladders that she got from under the ring before the match started and has propped it in such a way that it goes from the ringside area to the top rope, Crystal doesn’t notice this as she is too busy climbing the ladder but without warning Natalie jogs up the ladder, springboards off it and hits Crystal with a devastating Springboard Spear that not only knocks her off the ladder but causes her to flip in mid-air.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Simone: Natalie just proved that she isn’t afraid to take a risk either!
Adams: I think I just saw the upper half of Crystal’s body land somewhere in the cheap seats!
Natalie smirks when she sees that Crystal is apparently out cold from the spear before getting another idea, she rolls out of the ring and starts searching under the ring again apparently in search of another weapon, she quickly finds the weapon that she is looking for and it ends up being a table that she rolls into the ring.
Simone: What’s Natalie thinking?
Adams: That she wants to make sure that Crystal stays down after that Spear.
Natalie rolls into the ring and promptly sets up the table near the ladder that Crystal sets up, Crystal meanwhile is back on her feet and is starting to climb the ladder again thinking that Natalie doesn’t see her, unfortunately for Crystal Natalie does see her and once the table’s set up she rushes over to Crystal and delivers a clubbing blow to the back stunning Crystal long enough for Natalie to set her up for another Powerbomb attempt.
Simone: I think Natalie is looking to put Crystal through that table.
Adams: If she succeeds than we may as well get Crystal’s One and Done Club Membership Card ready!
Simone: Is that actually a club?
Adams: Yeah, complete with a discount at Wall-Mart!
Crystal sees the table and tries to repeat her earlier success at fighting off the Powerbomb attempt by holding onto the ladder as hard as she can, this doesn’t work as Natalie is able to get her off the ladder.
Adams: Natalie has just jerked Crystal off!
Simone: Err…..
Adams: The ladder! She jerked Crystal off the ladder!
Crystal continues to fight off the Powerbomb attempt by punching Natalie in the face but this doesn’t work out that well for her this time as Natalie hits the Powerbomb sending Crystal through the table!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Simone: Never has a repetitive crowd chant been more appropriate!
Adams: Hope you enjoy USDA quality steaks Crystal!
Natalie sees that Crystal is down and out and smirks before climbing up the ladder confident that the title is hers once again, however by the time she reaches the top of the ladder she gets a really unpleasant surprise, namely Crystal following her up the ladder and she tries to make a grab for the title only to realize that it’s just out of reach.
Simone: Natalie is so close that she can practically taste her second Roulette Title reign.
Adams: And Crystal is gaining on her fast!
Natalie resorts to standing atop the top rung of the ladder in an attempt to grab the title but it’s once again out of reach and Natalie realizes that Crystal’s positioning off the ladder was off this whole time and by now Crystal has joined her atop the ladder.
Simone: And now both Bombshells are in no man’s land!
Adams: Good thing this is a woman’s match then!
Crystal wastes no time in delivering a hard shot to Natalie’s midsection knocking the wind out of the Welsh Bombshell and bringing her down to the top off the ladder, the two Bombshells start brawling atop the ladder exchanging punches whilst trying to maintain their balance, eventually Natalie is able to stun Crystal long enough to climb to the top rung again but that still doesn’t stop Crystal from joining her.
Simone: Both women are in the danger zone.
Adams: Where’s Kenny Loggings when we need him?
Natalie and Crystal go back and forth for a few moments but Natalie is able to Crystal up for her finisher, the Taff Valley Driver.
Simone: If Natalie hits this we have a new champion!
Adams: And it could potentially end Crystal’s career!
Fortunately for Crystal she’s able to fight out of the attempt and delivers a hard kick to Natalie’s head knocking her off the ladder and sending her to the floor below, Crystal climbs up onto the top rung but quickly realizes that the title is out of reach, she glances over at Natalie and gets an idea when she sees that Natalie had landed with her side facing the ladder.
Simone: What’s Crystal up too?
Adams: About ten feet.
Belinda can be heard face palming at Jason’s bad pun as Crystal straightens herself up atop the ladder, once she’s got herself straightened on top the ladder Crystal leaps off the top and hits Natalie with her finisher!
Simone: OH MY GOD!
Adams: LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION OFF THE LADDER!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Holly Wood checks on both Bombshells but Crystal is back on her feet first and grabs the ladder, she repositions it so that it’s directly over the title, climbs the ladder and successfully claims the title prompting Holly to call for the bell.
Justin: Here’s your winner and STILL SCW BOMBSHELL ROULETTE CHAMPION CRYSTAL HILTON!
Simone: What a match!
Adams: If there was any doubt that Crystal had earned her title at Mayhem in Morocco it has been dashed!
Crystal celebrates atop the ladder whilst Holly checks on Natalie.
Get out of my way!
She pushes one of the staffers through as she makes her way over to Kain's locker room somewhere backstage in the arena.
Of all the nerve! Why do people assume crap around here?
Seeing Rocky Mountains once more, knocking at Kain's door, she stands next to her, Ariel's face glowering in rage. Rocky Mountains turns to face her and is now terrified.
Ariel: Excuse me, miss, but you better hand me that microphone in ten seconds. You don't? Don't make me do something that I'll regret later.
Handing over the microphone quickly, Rocky Mountains quickly runs off and Ariel watches after her as she disappears around the corner. Then she turns to the camera, raises the microphone to her camera and speaks.
Ariel: I want the entire world to listen to me. My husband has been falsely accused of being a hypocrite. Over what, you ask? It's simple! Because my husband claimed that no one speaks for him and yet he had someone else do it for him. That is one of the worst lies I've ever heard. To set the record straight, he was in a bad mood and he DID wanted to say something, but not in front of our children! But because he was in such a bad mood, after the embarrassment and humiliation that he put my husband through, I wasn't going to allow him to explode like that. So I took over the reins and I spoke the same thoughts and the same feelings that Kain has. Since NO ONE listened to what I had to say before, I'll repeat it one more time - he and I are of the same mind and what he feels is what I feel regarding certain matters in the business and this is one of them. Simon Jones, Tim Staggs, and even Christian Underwood - do not EVER question my husband or accuse him with poisonous lies ever again! I'm the one speaking for myself and if I have to, for Kain and you know what? He doesn't have a problem with it. It doesn't matter who speaks as long as the feelings and thoughts are conveyed properly! As for you Tim Staggs? You hurt my husband in the worst way possible...there is no good reason for what you do. No hand will be shaken, no peace will be given. My husband, Kain, will give you no quarter as he slaughters you and makes your career a short one tonight and you will be remembered as the man that had his fifteen seconds of fame and then left bloodied and broken for the world to see! Now you get the hell out of my sight!
Tossing the microphone away, Ariel turns around and opens up the door, walking into her husband's dressing room before slamming the door shut in front of the cameraman.
We find our way backstage where reporter Ms. Holly Wood is seen standing by with Tim Staggs and Kris Halich. They are dressed in hooded jackets, with their faces fully visible, as she is poised and ready to conduct her interview. She clears her throat and then turns toward the camera.
Holly: I'm standing by with the Nobodies, Jason Halich, and Spike Staggs...
The names mentioned in place of their real names causes both men to roll their eyes and sigh in annoyance. Holly stops, and looks at both men for a second, before staring down at her cue cards. She places a hand over her mouth to excuse her plunder as she looks back to the camera.
Holly: I meant to say... I'm standing by with the Nobodies, Kris Halich and Tom Staggs...
Tim: Really? Are we doing this whole schtick again? I figured we wouldn't get the time of day, but this is ridiculous. My name is Tim Staggs. I am in a match here in a few minutes. My name is on the card, so it shouldn't be all that hard to remember.
Holly: I thought it was a misprint. I remember some guy named Tommy Staggs, hair like Skittles, weird things painted on his face...
Tim: Does it look like I have rainbow colored hair and emoticons drawn on my face? No, it doesn't, unless Kris got me with the Sharpie again while I was taking a nap?
Tim looks suspiciously over toward Kris who raises his hands innocently. Tim checks his reflection in a nearby window, confirming Kris is telling the truth before he returns his stare back to Holly.
Tim: Good... I can never be too sure about that... Anyway, Kris is the Internet Champion. I'm a former ASW star. Hell, you've interviewed me before!
Holly: I did? Well, I most definitely do not remember that, and I'm sure I woulda...
Tim: Yes, and it was pretty awkward. You hit on me, and...
Holly: That does sound like me! It probably had somethin' to do with being your new mommy...
Tim cringes a bit as he slowly nods his head. Holly winks and puckers her lips in an air kiss that leaves Tim shuddering. Holly licks at her lips before sucking on her teeth, tapping her chin.
Holly: Wait, how old are you again?
Tim: Seventeen...
Holly: Then God bless the state of Nevada, you're legal. So...
Kris looks almost as creeped out by this as Tim does. He steps in front of Tim, taking the microphone from Holly's hand. Holly winks and lets the grip linger for a second before letting go of it too.
Kris: We didn't come here to get sexually harassed by a man in a dress...
Holly: Well then, honey, you got the wrong interviewer! Go track down Pussy Willow or Rocky Mountains.
Kris: Rocky laughed and asked if we needed to be assisted back to our seats, and Pussy said she was waiting to get word from Veronica Taylor about... I don't know, hair advice or some shit.
Holly: Then you don't got much of a choice, sweet cheeks.
Tim: How would you even know if his... cheeks... are sweet?
Holly: Good point...
Without much more warning, Holly reaches back and grabs a handful of Kris backside, causing him to jump in shock. Before he has a chance to react, Tim gets between the two and takes the microphone from Kris.
Tim: Unlike most of the idiots employed by SCW, we didn't call you here because we like the way the camera shines on our hair, or to go on about how much better we are than everyone else. We've got an announcement to make. So why don't you do your job, hold the microphone instead of Kris ass, and let us say what we need to say?
Holly: Hun-ty! What kind of interviewer do you think I am? I can multitask.
Holly graciously accepts the microphone from Tim while reaching around him, trying to grab another handful of Kris backside. Kris takes a few uncomfortable steps to the left, just out of Holly's reach as Tim leans in to distract.
Tim: Since we've signed up to SCW, we've been mistaken for stage crew, janitors, concession workers, fraudulant fundraising teenagers, fans... anything but wrestlers. This changes now! But, while our plight has been ignored by most, some have taken notice of us. A few people have taken to Twitter to spread the word of our cause. They see behind the smoke and mirrors of this business, and they see us for what we truly are... revolutionaries. No, not the kind that make up some reason to justify seeking out their fifteen minutes in the spotlight, but people who truly want to make a difference in this business. They've spread the Nobody hashtag proudly. Well, tonight, we would like to welcome somebody into our ranks officially.
Kris: This person has awesome skills in the ring, yet he constantly got looked over in his last promotion. Unlike us, people remember his name.
Holly: Ooooh, and what would that name be? And does he mind men in dresses grabbing his behind?
Tim and Kris look to one another for a moment as if to ask if Holly is serious. They then look back to Holly and slowly nod their heads.
Kris: Probably... But, we are proud to welcome to our ranks...
"Hello! Pussy Willow, where are you? Oh, you will have to do..."
With that, Veronica Taylor walks onto the shot, waving Holly to follow her. Holly rolls her eyes and then turns to walk away shortly after. Kris throws his arms down to his side in frustration as Tim tangles his fingers in his red hair. They look to one another, shaking their heads. A few seconds later, the crowd cheers as Holly slowly backs up into the camera's view. She nearly stumbles into Tim and Kris as we see it is a hooded figure causing her to back up. Tim and Kris sneer as the man reaches up to his mask. The crowd's cheers get louder in anticipation until the man brings his mask down to reveal himself as... Johnny Tsunami!!!
Crowd: Zzzzzzz... *Crickets chirping*
Tim: *Pause* Um... Johnny Tsunami!!!
The crowd has no real reaction at all as Holly yawns, looking down at her wrist as if a watch were there. Kris clears his throat and steps forward, motioning wildly with his hands at Johnny.
Kris: Johhhhhhhhhnny TSUUUUUUUUUUUUNAMI!!!
Crowd: Zzzzzzz... *Crickets chirping*
Johnny: Ouch, really? Not... not even one cheer? Harsh bromigos...
Tim: Yeah, well get used to it. And, a word of advice, never practice hardcore moves with a broom, or the mean Russian lady will scream at you to sweep things...
Johnny rubs his chin carefully as he thinks about this. He is ready to speak into the microphone when Holly practically scampers off after Veronica. This leaves all three men standing there awkwardly staring at each other and the camera. After a minute, Kris shakes his head in disappointment
Kris: You can turn the camera off. That way it's less embarrassing for us, as well as you...
With that, the camera goes black as we fade elsewhere inside of the arena.
"Zombie" by Breed 77 blasts through the speakers, the slow intro playing as the word move on the screen. The eyes of Gabriel appear on the screen, turning red as the heavier guitars kick in. Purple lights cut through the thick smoke starting to fill the entrance ramp. The crowd wait in anticipation, and the figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of boos. Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached. He pulls the hood back from over his eyes, showing his face. Gabriel's eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. He reaches down, opening his long coat, pulling it apart, revealing the SCW Heavyweight title belt. He puts his arms to his side as boos with some scattered cheers fill the arena. Gabriel starts to walk to the ring. Gabriel gets outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel stands inside. He takes the title belt from his waist and puts it over his shoulder as Justin Decent hands him a mic. "Zombie" fades out and he raises the mic to his mouth.
Gabriel: Once again, I showed the world that I am a man of my word and will get past the hungry young lion that is Andrew Watts to retain my SCW World Heavyweight Championship and I did just that.
Gabriel runs his hand over his title belt over his shoulder.
Gabriel: But this now puts me in one hell of position that I really didn't wanna be in. You see that you smart ones that follow me on Twitter know that on May the 5th, Odette gave birth to our first child, a boy, and that was a very eye opening moment for me. My life really did change at that point and it left me with more thinking to do than I wanted.
Adams: Congrats to Gabriel and Odette.
Gabriel: It's made me sit here and think about what to do now, because I don't wanna be one of those deadbeat wrestler parents who use the road as an escape from family life and I don't wanna be that guy who runs away from his family and wonders why his kids think he's a dick, I wanna be the guy who is there with his wife and kid so I have been thinking for a month and I had every intention of beating Andrew Watts and walking out with the title, but I also had every intention of coming here, putting the title on the ground and walking away, thanking you all for booing me through my time here and walk in to the sunset to go take care of what's important.
Adams: Wow! This could have been a Gabriel farewell party.
Gabriel: But then something happened. Something changed everything, changed the game for me and that was Sean Jackson winning King Of The Hill.
The fans boo at the mention of Sean Jackson, Gabriel shakes his head in disgust.
Gabriel: Those are words I never throught would come out of my mouth, and here's another couple of words I never thought I'd say.... Congratulations Sean.
Simone: Holy...
Adams: Salmon.
Gabriel: Sean Jackson winning that match changed my whole outlook on things and the chance to kick Sean Jackson's arse one more time is just too damn tempting. I spoke to Odette and she knows that kicking Sean from pillar to post once more will be a much more fitting way to end my run as champion so Sean, you may have the right to come and choose when you cash in your prize, but I'm the one begging you to do it now, do it soon Sean because I can not wait to embarrass you once more, I can not wait to make you look like the fool you always have been. I know you can cash in on any champion but I'm begging you Sean, make it me.
Simone: Gabriel is calling Sean Jackson out.
Adams: I know Sean Jackson doesn't need to be asked twice.
Gabriel: I'm giving you the chance to come out at any time you feel like and send me packing from SCW on a low. That won't happen but I'm giving you the chance to do it. I'm giving you a chance to send me out a loser, rather than the great man that I actually am.
A look of determination crosses Gabriel's face.
Gabriel: Don't make me wait too long Sean cause you are the reason I'm here and I know you don't want me here, so the sooner you use that prize, the sooner you will see the back of me but I am gonna tell you now. I will be leaving with the SCW World Heavyweight championship and I will embarrass you one more time...
Gabriel smirks.
Gabriel: Winning that match has now cursed you Sean, it's now turned you in to a man in a situation you can not over come. We've done this dance before and it didn't turn out very well for you and it won't this time either.
Gabriel pauses for a second.
Gabriel: May God have mercy on your soul Sean Jackson, because I will not!
"Zombie" blasts out from the speakers and Gabriel leaves to boos.
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…
The lights in the arena goes down as the low-sounding guitar riff from Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" plays and a lone spotlight is placed on the top of the entrance ramp, right at the enter. Once the guitars and drums pick up noise and the song starts to play it's tune, a platform rises from the bottom and the crowd recognizes Kain and his love, Ariel. The crowd cheers wildly for Kain as Saliva's front man, Josey Scott, sings his lyrics, boasting of a show that no one has ever seen before. Kain looks around the arena, smiles briefly at both sides of the crowd, then stares down the ring and locks on to his game face. Snarling with rage, he walks down the ramp with intent and purpose, thinking of the fight ahead of him. He feels the warm presence of Ariel's hand as the couple walk, side-by-side, but his mind is focused on the carnage tonight. Once they reach the bottom, Ariel goes behind Ariel, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is now shown from head to toe as the camera gets a great look at his incredible physique.
Justin: Introducing first, from Detroit, IL…he is the “King of Kings”…Kain!
The women couldn't help but gawk at his body while the men couldn't help but be awe in what they are seeing now. Ariel hands the black robe over to a nearby ring attendent, directly to her right, then gets pulled in by Kain, who embraces her in a deep kiss. Ariel returns the kiss and the arena's noise got more louder than before. Kain breaks off the kiss, bows to his queen, then turns away and walks up the steps and places both hands near the end the end of the top rope. He then hops on the top floor and performs a foward somersault before landing on the ground. As he lands, flaming pyro explodes from all corners of the ring as the lights grow back on. Climbing on each turnbuckle, he raises his right, clenched fist in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd. Finally, he heads to his corner, kneels briefly, saying a few words to himself before rising up and looking behind as he spies the entrance ramp, standing still, awaiting his opponent.
Justin: And his opponent…
The lights in the arena go out as the beat to "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson plays over the speakers. As the electric organ picks up, a red light flashes across the screen as random faces begin to show on the screen. As the words start up, men and women in masks and hoodies file out through the curtains. The lights come on at a dim tone, flashing as the seven figures make it down to the ringside area. As the music picks up, two of the figures pull their hoods back, yanking their masks off to reveal Tim Staggs and Johnny Tsunami.
Justin: From Las Vegas….Tim Staggs!
Tim jumps onto the ring apron, focused as he steps through the ropes. He paces back and forth, and the lights turn up some as he looks up. He then removes his jacket and tears away his black pants to reveal his wrestling outfit. He jogs backward and cracks his knuckles as the rest of the hooded figures, save for Tsunami, head back up the ramp. Tim steps forward toward Kain and waits for the bell.
DING! DING! DING!
Drew Patton calls for the bell and Kain immediately goes after Staggs but Tim slides out of the ring under the bottom rope. He stands there for a moment with Johnny Tsunami, conversing for a moment before stepping back up on to the apron. He motions to Drew Patton to back Kain up a few feet so he can get into the ring. Once again the two men stand toe to toe. The King of Kings goes on the offensive again and, for a second time, Tim slides out of the ring.
Simone: I’m not sure Tim is playing mind games with Kain of if he is just trying to avoid getting hit.
Staggs stands with Johnny again and Drew Patton issues a warning to the young competitor. He acknowledges Drew’s warning and then turns to Tsunami. They give each other a quick pound before Tim steps up on to the apron. Again, he motions to Patton to hold Kain back but the time the former Internet Champion doesn’t oblige. He grabs Staggs by the head and rips him over the top rope, flipping him over onto his back to a loud pop of a cheer from the Algerian natives. Staggs pops up to his feet almost immediately but Kain lands several quick hard punches to the head and the gut and then grabs him by head and sends him flying over in to the corner.
Simone: Kain is starting off this match very aggressive as he looks from some revenge for Tim costing him a chance at the Internet title.
He runs in with a hard knee strike to chest of Staggs and then unleashes a fury of rapid kicks and punches and Tim drops down to the mat. Kain backs off for a moment and then runs back in landing a hard knee to the side of Tim Staggs’s face.
Adams: Wow! Did you see that? I think Tim Staggs is out cold!
Simone: Kain could have this thing won early…
Kain drags Staggs out of the corner and to the center of the ring and then drops down for the cover and Patton follows for the count.
One!
Two!
Adams: Staggs just got his shoulder up!
Kain gets up and immediately stomps on Staggs in a furious rage. He peels him up off of the mat, sets him up, and slams him hard with a vicious looking clothesline. He drops down to the mat the cover again.
One!
Two!
Thr-
Adams: He kicks out again!
Simone: I’m not sure how much of this punishment Tim Staggs is going to be able to take. Kain is just dominating him.
Kain again goes to pick up Staggs. He swings him around to whip him in to the ropes but Staggs finally shows some signs of life and reverses the Irish Whip. He runs in to the ropes in the opposite direction and as Kain comes back around, Tim jumps up into the air and lands an impressive looking single leg drop kick right into the face of Kain. He goes for a quick cover and Drew drops down for the count.
One!
Two!
Kain throws his shoulder up after two and Tim looks a bit disappointed. He goes to pull Kain up off the mat and then whips him into the ropes but Kain quickly reverses, sending Staggs in the opposite direction. As Tim comes back around he attempts a flying shoulder block but the ring savvy Kain sidesteps, sending Staggs flying through the ropes and down to ringside crashing hard on to the Omnisports floor.
Crowd: POP!
Kain slides underneath the bottom rope and goes after Staggs as Drew Patton starts his count.
One…Two… Three…
Kain peels Staggs up off of the floor and whips him hard in to the Staggs barricade. He follows it up with another running knee to the face of Staggs.
Four… Five…Six…
Staggs wobbles to his feet but he is met with a string of high-speed kicks to his body and face from Kain that knock him in to the apron. Kain grabs him and whips him insanely hard in to the steel steps.
CRASH!
Adams: Kain is not letting up. Someone should start to think about stopping this.
Simone: I’m shocked that I actually agree with you about something, Jason. Staggs is hurt, bad. He may be out of his league.
Seven…Eight…
Kain grabs Staggs’s near lifeless body and throws it up under the bottom rope, shoving him back in to the ring.
Nine…
At the last second, Kain slips in under the rope and stops Drew’s count. As Staggs struggles to get to his feet, Kain props himself up on to the top of the turnbuckle and waits for Staggs to get to his feet and turn around. As he does, Kain launches himself up in to the air.
Adams: Missile dropkick! Wow! Did you see the air he got on that?!
Kain gets up and screams out to the crowd, signaling that the end is near. The Algiers natives cheer him as he goes to grab Staggs but out of nowhere, Staggs grabs him by his arm and his leg and pulls him down with a small package. Drew drops down for the quick count.
One!
Two!
Thr-
Adams: I don’t believe it! Staggs almost had Kain.
Simone: Kain has to be more careful, that almost cost him the match.
The two men get to their feet and Kain goes on the attack again but this time Staggs counters his kicks with hard rights hands to the side of the head. He backs Kain up to the ropes, whips him around, and then hits him with a cross body as he comes back around. He hooks the leg and Drew drops down for the count.
One!
Two!
Adams: And a kickout by Kain! Tim Staggs is finally showing some life in there.
Simone: It’s about time. He almost died in there.
The two men get back to their feet again. Kain flies in for a quick attempt of his Cyclone Foot signature maneuver but Staggs grabs his leg and counters with a quick Dragon Screw. Still holding on to Kain’s leg, he stomps on to his mid-section a few times and Kain cries out in pain. He starts to apply some sort of lock.
Simone: It looks like Tim is trying to apply a Scorpion Cross Lock.
Adams: Does he even know what that is? I mean….what is it?
Simone: It’s a submission move where….never mind.
Staggs locks in the Scorpion Cross Lock on Kain in the center of the ring, applying pressure to his neck and back. Kain screams out in pain and the members of the audience are in shock that Tim was able to lock it in. Kain tries to reach anywhere he can but his arms are pinned. Drew asks the King of Kings if he wants to tap but the former Internet Champion shakes his head no violently. Outside the ring, Johnny Tsunami cheers on Tim as Patton continues to ask Kain if he gives up. Kain slowly starts to slow down. His eyes start to roll back in his head a bit and the crowd starts to get quiet.
Simone: I can’t believe this. I think Kain is passing out, Jason.
One last time, Drew Patton asks if Kain wants to give up and he is non-responsive. Drew goes to call for the bell but all of a sudden, Kain starts to fight back again.
Adams: He’s alive!
The crowd starts to cheer as Kain desperately tries to pull his arms forward and break the hold. Tim starts to shake his head but it’s too late, the King of Kings is free.
Crowd: POP!
Simone: Tim can’t believe it!
Staggs, frustrated, goes to pick up his opponent but the agile Kain jumps up hits him with a very fast, spinning back kick.
Simone: CYCLONE FOOT! Tim is out.
Kain, still a bit wobbly, goes to grab Tim but out of the corner of his eye, he sees Johnny Tsunami jump up on to the apron. He turns his attention to him but Drew Patton quickly gets in between them and backs Kain off. Johnny smiles before jumping down off of the apron and down to the floor. As Kain turns around, he’s met with a stunner from Tim.
Simone: Stunner! Kain is out! Kain is out!
Drew drops down for the cover as Tim goes for the pinfall attempt. One! Two! Adams: Three! Simone: NO! Kain kicked out! Crowd: POP! Simone: Tim can’t believe it! Kain kicked out! Kain kicked out and the crowd is going wild! Tim jumps to his feet and Kain gets to his knees and begins to shake his fists. Tim goes to punch in the face but Kain blocks him and then lands a hard fist into “The Nobody’s” gut. Kain gets up and lands a few kicks and punches before whipping Time into the ropes. He comes back around and Kain attempts a clothesline but Time ducks and goes running past him. Staggs bounces off the ropes and comes back towards Kain. He jumps into and twists around, attempting a spinning heel kick but out of nowhere… CRACK! As he spins around in the air he is met in the face with Kain’s 360-tornado kick. Adams: THE QUICKENING! This one’s over! Kain turns Staggs over and hooks his leg as Drew Patton drops down to the mat for the count. One! Two! Three! DING! DING! DING! Justin: Here is your winner……KAIN!!!!! Crowd: Mega POP! Simone: Wow what a great performance by both men. Kain climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arms in the air, soaking in the cheers from the Algerian crowd. He hops down and turns to see Tim standing in the center of the ring. Staring at Kain, and still a bit wobbly, he raises up his fists like he’s ready to keep fighting. Adams: I don’t think Tim knows he’s lost, Belinda. Simone: I don’t think that’s it, Jason. I think he wants to go again. Tim stands there, fists raised, and looks determined. Kain walks over to him, shakes his head, and then pulls Tim in for an unexpected embrace and whispers something into his ear. He then steps back and stretches out his hand for Staggs. Tim stares at him for a second before nodding and shaking the hand. Tim nods again before slipping out of the ring. Simone: What a great show of sportsmanship and respect by Kain. Saliva’s “Ladies and Gentlemen” begins to play again as celebrates in the ring. While Climax Control was going great, Travis Nathaniel Andrews is sitting in the catering area. He is stuffing his face with a bacon cheeseburger and sweet potato fries. Ms. Rocky Mountains walks into the area and tries to do the same thing Pussy Willow did at Mayhem in Morocco. Rocky Mountains: Mr. Andrews, do you time for an interview? A very annoyed Travis swallows the bite in his mouth, looks up at Rocky then over at the camera. He points with both hands at his dinner. Travis Andrews: Are you fucking kidding me? Does is it look I have time to talk? Rocky: We just want to know what is your next goal here in SCW. Shawna steps into the picture as Travis gives Rocky one last statement. Travis Andrews: That is for me to know and for everyone to find out. He resumes eating his burger when Shawna walks Rocky out of the catering area. Shawna Jennings: Get lost
Simone: What could this be?
Adams: This has somebodies signature all over it…
The electronic beat to “Break Free” by Ariana Grande begins playing as the crowd looks to the stage in bewilderment. The ring crew rushes out, carrying the trademark Mean Girls runway platform. They fasten it to the ring and quickly disperse. The crowd rains boos down upon the stage as pink and white lights flash. The arena lights die down to bring the attention on the curtains. After a moment, the curtains part and two figures appear in silhouette. As they step out into the spotlight, we see them as Delia Darling and Mercedes Vargas. They are wearing Mean Girls t-shirts underneath a series of chains. Hanging from the chains are various Mean Girls merchandise, including Veronica’s Secret perfume bottles, t-shirts, pieces of torn up posters, as well as various pink pumps with the Mean Girls logo on them. The items almost seem to weigh the women down as they walk with a bit of a limp toward the runway.
Simone: I thought we were done with this garbage with the Mean Girls split, but I guess not.
Adams: Rome wasn’t built in a day. I don’t know what that has to do with this, but it seemed like the right thing to say…
They look from each side of the stage, pulling in a few cheers, but mostly boos. Their hands are locked tightly as they look back to one another. With a nod and a smirk, they look forward and take a commanding modelesque strut. Occasionally, they stumble a bit under the weight of the chains. As they make it to the center of the runway, Delia trips up, dragging Mercedes down with her. They crawl the rest of the way to the ring. They use the ropes to pull themselves up to a standing position once more. Once more, they look to one another, entering the ring. In the center of the ring is an oil drum, which they eye intensely as they slowly circle the ring. Coming back around to one another, they lock hands once more. They look out to their sides, and as the music builds to the chorus once more, they reach in with their free hand and pull the locks holding the chains together. The chains slowly unravel until they each do a Hulk-like motion, ripping them off. They swings the chains around before landing them into the oil drum. Each lady pulls a match from inside of their shirts. They ignite them on the side of the drum and then they set fire to the Mean Girls merchandise.
Crowd: *POP!!!*
Simone: Oh! Burn! Literally…
Adams: I’m not sure I like this. It means that this is really happening…
Delia and Mercedes smile, laughing as they watch the flames flick at the merchandise. But they are not finished yet. They pull off their t-shirts to reveal Jealous Janis tank tops, and they toss the t-shirts into the drum, causing the flames to dance higher. The crowd cheers once more as Mercedes and Delia walk over to the ring ropes. They nicely ask Justin for a microphone, and as he leans in to hand them each one, they each lean further out, planting a kiss on each side of his face. He blushes as they ruffle his hair, coming back inside of the ring. They walk back to the center, huddled around the drum as they look out into the crowd. Mercedes lifts the microphone to her lips, but the crowd starts a chant, cutting her off.
Crowd: Jealous Janis! *Clap Clap Clap* Jealous Janis! *Clap Clap Clap* Jealous Janis! *Clap Clap Clap*
This causes Mercedes to let the mic hang at her side as the two ladies smile, taking bows as the chants die down. Mercedes brings the microphone to her lips once more, almost unsure how to react to the crowd cheering her on, but she gives it a go anyway.
Mercedes: Is this thing on?
Mercedes begins tapping at her microphone, testing it out before she brings it again to her lips.
Mercedes: Because it’s about to be.
Adams: Is Mercedes about to go into another one of her lectures, Bindy? Might want to take notes…
Simone: Maybe someone should remind Mercedes we have a three-hour show.
Mercedes: Now, in case you were living under a rock, the most dominant stable, regardless of gender, in SCW history has decided to break up. Shocking, I know. The Mean Girls not only ruled the Bombshells Division with a velvet glove for well over the past year, but they outlived many other stables that came through the doors of this company. Well, after last week, Delia and I have washed our hands and we are no longer members of the Mean Girls.
Crowd: *POP!!!*
Mercedes: Wow, I didn’t think you all would be so forgiving, but for those of you who still are not convinced, we know that actions speaks louder than words. That’s why Delia and I decided to show you our true colors and come clean to all the SCW Bombshells in our locker room and all of the SCW fans here as well.
Mercedes nods along at the audience, then makes a sweeping motion with her hand at them.
Mercedes: You can’t imagine how tough this was for us right now, because for the first time in a long time we're out here to say that over the past year, we were not proud of our actions, not one bit. For lack of a better word, we were complete monsters. The words that we said, the things that we did...It was downright despicable, and our behavior was rotten to the core. We were rude, disrespectful, inconsiderate of others. I could go on. We’ve committed countless heinous acts that I’m sure most of our locker room will still remember even after this night is over. We’re out here tonight to apologize for all the nasty and terrible actions we’ve committed and hope that the Bombshells, as well as all of you, have it in their heart of hearts to forgive us. That's all we ask.
Mercedes lowers her microphone as the crowd is evenly split on how to react to Mercedes’s confession. Delia provides emotional support to Mercedes. The Argentine is a little shaken up after giving her heartfelt speech. Delia nods her head in comfort as Mercedes hands the microphone over to Delia. Delia lowers her head as she folds her hands together in front of her, taking a moment to fully compose herself.
Simone: For a woman who is never short for words, this pause is much longer than her usual dramatic pause…
Adams: I’m not sure if I should break out the tissues, or the tomatoes.
There are a few dedicated fans in the front row, waving a sign that reads “We Believe in Mercedes Vargas” as they cheer. They flip the sign over to reflect the same sentiment for Delia as well. This brings a smile to Delia’s face as she waves to them. She then raises the microphone to her lips.
Delia: S’ank you… Tonight was a simple plan, but it has not been nearly as easy as I expected it would be. “Break Free”... it is such,,, an easy concept, no? Much like a victim of domestic violence…!
Conviction fills Delia’s voice as she prepares to go into a rant, but she looks over to Mercedes who rapidly shakes her head from side to side in favor of better taste. Delia purses her lips together, shooting an apologetic look to the crowd. She waves her hand, and veers.
Delia: Much like kicking a self destructive habit, it is far from easy. I have a disease. I am addicted to Mean. When I arrived tonight, I felt like I needed a fix, so I told Pussy Willow she needed to go back to Goodwill and get a refund for z’at atrocious outfit, and for z’at… I am sorry Pussy. Clearly you purchased it from Macy’s on discount after season. You tried. You tried...
Delia looks proud of her progress, but Mercedes closes one eye, shaking her head much more slowly than before. Delia’s shoulders sink and she takes a deep breath before continuing.
Delia: I wanted to grovel to Veronica Taylor to let me back in. I was like a crack addict. My point is, breaking free is not easy, but I’ve decided to save my groveling for z’e people who truly deserve it, so...
Delia holds her hands up in the air in surrender. She lowers down to one knee as she looks around. Some of the audience cheers for her, while others laugh. Delia comes down to the next knee, and she holds her hands together, with the microphone just close enough to still be heard.
Delia: For every single despicable action I have ever displayed in Sin City Wrestling, on Twitter, or… just in general.
Delia lowers down so she is on her hands and knees, hunched over just above the microphone.<./color>
Delia: To all of z’e SCW fans… to all of z’e SCW staff, z’e SCW Bombshells, and talent in general… I’m sorry. Sorry not sarcastically sorry. From z’e bottom of my heart, sorry bout it. For real.
Mercedes cuts in at the chance, raising up her microphone.
Mercedes: See? That is a sign of humility from Delia. And even I have been a savage on Twitter, I’ve made people cry on social media. They say stick and stones, but let’s face it, words do hurt. Two months ago, I stood in this ring and declared “open season” on the Bombshell locker room, and for three weeks straight, random Bombshells were targeted because of our setback at Blaze of Glory. I can’t help it that I get myself in hot water because of my feisty personality and maybe I’ve said some things that I wish I could take back. It’s not easy being a Latina, but that won’t stop me from changing my ways. To all the Bombshells I’ve hurt in the past, SCW talent and staff, Belinda and Jason…
As she said this, Mercedes turned to her side to look at the play-by-play and color commentator, then back to the audience.
Mercedes: It has been said that beauty is found within. That what's on the inside is what really counts. I know I’m a good person. Now, I’m ready to prove it.
Mercedes drops her microphone which lands with a thud that is heard over the speakers and her expression changes to anguish. She holds this for a moment before she, too, raises her hands in surrender, and then sinks down to her knees next to Delia in despair and anguish, head bowed, and covering her face with both hands.
Adams: Probably one of the most emotional speeches I’ve seen in my day, well, not really, but this was a very emotional speech by both Delia and Mercedes. Who knew they had this in them?
Simone: Yeah, very heartfelt, Jason. You’re not seriously buying into this? You should know better that when it comes to the Mean Girls, believe half of what you see and none of what you hear. Especially when it comes from the most notorious ex-members. This act is about as convincing as the PSAs they aired last year.
Adams: Everyone deserves a second chance. If Misty and others can turn over a new leaf, anybody can. Have a heart, why don’t you?
The fans cheer on the efforts of Mercedes and Delia as they slowly rise to their feet, smiling at the approval of the fans. "Break Free" begins playing once more as they move around the ring, trying to get the crowd pumped up some. They are cut off as Veronica Taylor, Amanda Cortez, and Angelica walk onto the stage. They have wicked smiles on their faces as the ring crew comes out behind them. Angelica points down to the ring as they walk down to unfasten the runway. The crowd boos loudly as they part to the sides of the stage to allow the crew to remove it from ringside. Delia leans over the top rope, shouting at them, but Veronica simply flips her hair , mouthing “Sorry bout it” in Delia’s direction. The three remaining Mean Girls wave in Delia’s direction, before returning to the curtains to disappear backstage. Delia turns around and protests this to Mercedes, who simply holds a hand out to calm her. Delia is fuming as she stares at the stage and we cut elsewhere.
Andrew Watts is seen walking backstage, not long after taking apart the REJECTS in the center of the ring. He is wearing nothing but his black leather boots and a pair of blue jeans, still a bit sweaty from what happened moments ago as he runs his hand back through his hair. He is instantly approached by Desiree Parker.
Desiree Parker: That went down PERFECT… just like I knew it would.
Watts stops walking, just a few inches from Desiree, he nods his head in agreement.
Andrew Watts: Oh, and it’s only going to get better.
Desiree smirks evilly, resting her hands on her hips, there’s a few seconds of silence before Desiree breaks the silence.
Desiree Parker: You still haven’t told me that part...
Andrew Watts: Don’t worry, you’ll find out as everyone else does...
Watts says confidently as rolls her eyes.
Desiree Parker: Whatever.
Desiree scrunches her face at Watts who lightly laughs at her. Watts pinches her cheek as Desiree leans in and gives him a kiss on the cheek, standing on her tippy toes to reach his cheek. She pulls back, returning to her normal stance, running her hands up and down his abs.
Desiree Parker: After you do whatever else you have to do… you better come keep me a little, uh… occupied.
Desiree flashes a cocky smirk as Watts nods his head
Andrew Watts: Well, I better hurry if you mean what I think you mean...
Watts leans down, kissing Desiree on the cheek as he walks around her, making his way around the backstage corridor. Watts walks for a few seconds, turning a corner as he continues to walk. He turns another corner, and takes about two steps before he comes face to face with a familiar face. His longtime friend… best friend, well actually last time we saw these two… they hated each other. Watts doesn’t seem to have much hatred at the moment though. Ethan Alexander stands before him. Ethan, a smirk on his face, a pair or Diesel jeans, a cutoff t-shirt, and something that we can’t quite see in his right hand.
Andrew Watts: So, dick… how did I do?
Ethan shakes his head.
Ethan Alexander: Looked pretty good, I would have done it a bit better, but it was good.
The two laugh as they smack hands, doing some sort of fancy handshake and then pulling each other in for a quick bro-hug. They release each other as they continue their conversation.
Andrew Watts: So, are you ready for the next step?
Ethan shrugs a shoulder.
Ethan Alexander: Born ready.
Watts arches an eyebrow.
Andrew Watts: You were? Since when?
Watts says jokingly as Ethan shakes his head.
Ethan Alexander: You’re a dick dude, you’re never going to change are you?
Andrew Watts: Nope, and I don’t intend to… not anytime soon at least, you going to uh… toss me what you have in your hand there?
Ethan Alexander: Eh, maybe.
Ethan replies as Watts looks at him with a smirk. Ethan puts his hands together, splitting together two black objects, tossing one to Ethan… it seems like some sort of cloth, maybe a t-shirt or something. Ethan unfolds it as Watts holds his in his hand. It is clearly a t-shirt, a cutoff, and Ethan sports a smile, nodding his head as he stares at it.
Ethan Alexander: Yeah, these look about right.
Watts finally unfolds his, a cutoff as well. Watts throws it over his head as he pulls it down over his upper body. It’s a black cutoff and in a white font with a blue outline it reads “DANGER ZONE.”
Andrew Watts: Yeah, looks pretty fucking right to me.
Ethan doesn’t answer, instead he puts the shirt on as well, we zoom in a bit and see the front of the shirt. In the same font, his reads “DANGER ZONE” across the chest. Watts smirks.
Andrew Watts: Out with the new…. in with the old...
Ethan Alexander: You mean fuck the REJECTS… welcome back the Danger Zone?
Andrew Watts: Yeah, basically what I was saying… just a bit more fancy.
Ethan nods his head.
Ethan Alexander: Yeah, SCW has no idea what is about to hit them...
Watts shakes his head.
Andrew Watts: The Tag Team Division has no idea what is about to hit them…
Ethan arches an eyebrow.
Ethan Alexander: Uh, Tag Team Division?
Andrew Watts: We’ve dominated together, but we have NEVER held the same gold together… I think it’s time we change that… VERY… VERY SOON.
Ethan nods in agreement, Watts has a confident smirk slapped on his face. The two stare at each other for a few seconds before the scene fades out.
4 3 2 1
1 2 3 Whoo
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Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
I'm perfect
Perfect Exceeder By Princess Superstar featuring Mason hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Making her way down the aisle, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 116 pounds, she is one-half of the World Bombshell Tag Team Champions ... Veronica Taylor!
Everybody wanna come up when I'm at the bar
All them people wanna try it's like gimme some more
Try a little harder honey I'm like gimme my car
Skip the bra, chill at the spas
Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss.
Simone: Could anyone possibly love themselves any more than Veronica Taylor loves herself?
Adams: Nobody else wanted the job so she's going into overtime.
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: Her opponent is accompanied by Katie 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. Jacob signals for the opening bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
At the sound of the opening bell, the ever cocky Veronica Taylor struts right up to her opponent and plants both hands on the much bigger Traci's shoulders and shoves. Traci goes back a step but frowns, looking out to the fans. Veronica starts a verbal assault on the amazon and shoves her a second time.
Simone: Has she gone mad?
Adams: It's that shampoo she uses. 'Natural ingredients' my arse.
Traci turns back from the fans and answers in kind, putting her hands on Taylor and shoving -- and sending Veronica tumbling back head over heels! The fans cheer as Veronica stares at her wide eyed but ducks out of the ring as Traci moves in against her. Veronica points at her and shouts for Jacob to get her back while Traci looks extremely annoyed. Traci does back away and the official begins a count against Veronica as the Tag Team Champion walks around the ring...
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Veronica climbs up onto the ring apron when Traci rushes up and grabs hold of the top rope and pulls, flipping the shrieking Veronica Taylor into the ring the hard way, much to the crowd's delight! Traci grabs her and hauls her roughly to her feet and fires her off into the ropes! Veronica ducks under a clothesline attempt and starts delivering quick kicks to Traci’s legs.
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Simone: That's about the only way Veronica is going to be able to weaken Traci Patterson. Smart move on the part of Veronica Taylor.
Adams: BOY there's a sentence you don't hear every day!
As her offense is not having the desired effect, Veronica adds a rake of the eyes for extra measure, temporarily blinding Patterson. Veronica then climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle and jumps off at her but is met by the grasp of Traci’s arms -- and is thrown over by a powerful overhead belly-to-belly suplex!
Adams: That rattled the ol' noodle!
Traci quickly covers Veronica, holding onto her leg.
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Veronica gets her shoulder up!
Before Traci can follow up, Veronica rolls away from her and slides out of the ring again, much to the displeasure of the fans.
Simone: Oh, not this time sister!
Not one to let thing ease up on her opponent, Traci Patterson ducks through the ropes and proceeds to give chase to Veronica around the ring, only for Veronica to slide back into the ring. Traci starts to climb in after her but Taylor comes running at Traci with a baseball slide while Traci is trying to climb onto the ring apron. Veronica grabs Traci by the hair and pulls her off her back and on to her feet. Veronica grabs Traci into a front facelock before spinning around and dropping Traci with a spinning neckbreaker.
Adams: That's one way to bring down an amazon.
Simone: Where the head goes, the body follows.
Veronica goes for the cover
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But Veronica breaks just in time to avoid getting disqualified, then goes right back to choking Traci across the middle rope while Katie protests!
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And again Veronica breaks before the DQ can happen. Veronica then runs into the ropes and goes to jump onto Traci's back, but Patterson rolls away and Veronica lands on the ropes and slingshots herself, bouncing back into the ring and landing with a thud!
But Traci instantly pushes her off.
Veronica grabs two handfuls of Traci's blonde hair and forces her head through the top and middle ropes, and while she uses one hand to pull on her hair, she uses her free hand to gouge at Traci's eyes while Jacob counts!
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Simone: Now is the time for Traci to make her comeback in this match.
Traci grabs Veronica and sends her into the ropes. Traci bends for a backdrop but Veronica sees it coming and delivers a swift kick to the chest, then she grabs Traci by the hair and plants her face-first into the mat. Veronica rolls her over onto her back and covers her.
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Traci kicks out -- throwing Veronica clear from her!
Adams: Ho hoo hoo! Can we get a close up of Veronica's face after that kick out?
Veronica gets right to her feet and starts arguing with Jacob, slapping her hands together rapidly, demanding a faster count! She even goes so far as to shove the official!
Simone: Be careful! You'll get yourself disqualified you ditz!
As Jacob reprimands Veronica, Traci gets up slowly and rolls her up from behind!
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Miraculously, Veronica kicks out!
Simone: What the hell kind of fast count was THAT!?
Adams: Well Veronica demanded a faster count! She didn't say for who though!
Simone: A little un professionalism there on Jacob's part but if anyone deserved it...
Veronica drags Traci back to her feet, forcing the bigger woman back in to the corner. Veronica then presses her boot against Traci's throat, choking her out once again as Jacob counts.
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Veronica breaks and taunts the referee, reminding him she has a count of four to break. With a snide smile, she turns back around to her opposition, but Traci uses her size advantage to grab Veronica and she hauls her up ad around into the corner where she begins a forearm assault to Taylor's sternum as the fans cheer her on! Traci then powers her up into a seated position on the top turnbuckle, grabs her by the hair and literally tosses her off, sending Veronica crashing heavily to the canvas below!
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Adams: Ohhh I think Veronica just woke up a sleeping giantess!
Traci peels her opponent off of the canvas as Veronica cries out to Jacob about a supposed hair pull.
Simone: Sure! It's different when she's the one getting her hair pulled.
Traci Irish whips her off of the ropes and on the rebound, catches Veronica with a military press, holding her high up over her head! The fans cheer the power display as Veronica shakes her head no, but Traci dumps her down with a press slam!
Adams: Oh, there goes her cat walk!
Veronica sits up, holding her back in obvious pain, and Traci shoves her back down and covers her, cradling the near leg.
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Veronica gets her shoulder up!
Adams: Oh she just BARELY got out of that!
Simone: And here's... oh no! What's she doing out here?
Veronica's tag team partner, Amanda Cortez, is approaching ringside. Traci's sister and manager, Katie, walks around the ring to confront her but suddenly Amanda slaps the taste out of Katie's mouth!
Simone: What...?
Amanda then grabs Katie by the arm and sends the manager crashing into the barricade with an Irish whip!
Adams: Come on! That's not fair! Katie isn't a wrestler!
Jacob jumps out of the ring to intervene, as Traci also sees what just happened! Traci goes to jump from the ring when Veronica, out of the referee's sight, grabs her diamond necklace and throws it around Patterson's throat, choking her out with it!
Adams: Turn around Jacob! Turn around!
But Amanda has him distracted and the crowd boos and jeers the actions inside of the ring as Veronica chokes Traci out and taunts her, before turning the coke into a choke neckbreaker! Veronica tosses the necklace aside as Amanda finally yields and backs away. Veronica poses arrogantly across Traci's sternum as Jacob rolls back inside of the ring!
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Simone: No!
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Ding!
The crowd boos as veronica pulls her arm away from the referee and rolls out of the ring, grabbing her necklace where she is joined by Amanda Cortez! Justin: The winner of the match ... VERONICA TAYLOR! The crowd boos as a hurt and dazed Katie climbs slowly into the ring to join Traci while the Tag Team Champions back up the aisle, taunting and insulting Traci and Katie! Goth and his wife can be seen appearing at the arena in their Limo. Just as Goth gets out of the limo, he is confronted by Rocky Mountains. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Goth, you are moments away from your main event match against the Internet Champion. Your thoughts??? Goth looks at her as he takes out his stick from his backpocket. Undoes the elastic so that it would become complete. Rolling the end of it on the ground. GOTH: You know something Rocky?? I have shared my thoughts this past week about several things. Including the Internet championship belt that is currently in possession of a guy that I rather like. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: You do??? GOTH: Oh yes, sure his words of attempting to find a hurtful place about my drinking problems and my eye sights would have been rather harmful in the ears of those who are narrow minded wouldnt you agree?? But to me, it was just as if I was listening to an old Goth, trying to find the irritation point of his opponent and take advantage of whatever he had to do to obtain the edge and win. Sad though that the supposedly nobody, a role that he plays so well. Is learning to understand that in the matter of the mind…. It is patience that will become a virtue when nothing else seems to work for you. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Uhm…, GOTH: For instance, it is rather amusing that the champion attempts to make a statement of trying to obtain information from the past. About my drinking problems?? I’ve been a drunk all my life and yet… here I am… maybe not one hundred percent… but rather still a man that never gives up and rather remains clear that nothing can beat me until it has proven otherwise. A near blind sighted man, maybe cannot always trust one of his many senses… but isn’t the eyes of those wo see… that could be easily fooled?? ROCKY MOUNTAINS: Well, yeah…. But…, GOTH: Like I have said before, i like Kris. A well liked figure never endures long in this industry though my pretty. I rather be hated in this line of work, at least then I know where to… well look forward to so to speak… Goth grins as he kisses his wife as she moves ahead of him as Goth finish the interview. GOTH: Look at me, what does the champion have to fear for?? I’m just a visual impared man that is a drunk… who so happens have beaten a healthy wrestler to the limits and beyond in Morrocco in a barbed wire death match. What does another healthy have to fear for?? He can always run away when things get too emotional for him and I would understand his reasoning. He can have someone else attack me and I would have my reasons to understand him…. ROCKY MOUNTAINS: You do??? GOTH: Oh sure…, i mean who would like to lose to someone that he would put out of his own misery if I would have asked him nicely?? Goth grins as he walks off, leaving Rocky Mountain standing alone. The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see Jessie preparing for her big match tonight and, of course, she’s listening to metal whilst she works out and in this case it’s the new Lamb of God track Still Echoes. Simone: Jessie has a big opportunity tonight as she has a chance to earn a shot next week at the SCW Bombshell Championship! Adams: But she has to go through three other Bombshells in the process including for Bombshell Champions Mercedes Vargas and Amy Marshall. The song ends and almost on cue SCW’s resident interviewer Ms. Rocky Mountains approaches Jessie for an interview just as she is about to play another song, she looks up and shakes her head with a grin. Jessie: Do you intentionally wait until I finish listening to music before you start my interviews or something? Ms. Rocky Mountains:: Maybe…. Jessie sighs before standing up. Jessie: Let’s get this over with since I have a match coming up soon, it has been over two years since my last title reign and I plan on ending that! First I’ll win this match and then I’ll beat Raynin for the Bombshell Championship next week! Amy may be my friend but she won’t get in my way, Mercedes on the other hand, well, you know my history with her and I know she has unfinished business with me following the Bombshell Internet Championship match at Mayhem in Morocco but she won’t get to resolve it tonight and that leaves Mikah, the only Bombshell in this match who I’ve never fought before but that won’t stop me! Ms. Rocky Mountains:: Anything else? Jessie: Just one thing, I have a match to win! Jessie says before walking off. Stoner Scott Oliver is standing in the backstage area when Sean Jackson and his entourage enters the area. The look of shock sweeps over his face as the former world heavyweight champion walks by with his wife Pamela, his valet Vanessa, and attorney Marshall Owens.
Scott thinks it to be strange that Sean isn't dressed up in some expensive suit, choosing instead to wear jeans and a Sean Jackson logo shirt. But what really catches Scott's attention is the gym bag that Sean has in his hand. Stoner: Mr. Jackson, Mr. Jackson.... Hearing his name, Sean stops and turns towards the man calling his name. Once he sees who it is, the appropriate response is made. Jackson: What do you want Scott? Hmm, Sean isn't scheduled to wrestle. He is in street clothes, and carrying a gym bag. Let's see here. What could possibly be on Scott Oliver's mind? Stoner: You aren't even scheduled on the card, but yet you traveled all the way here to Algiers.... Scott looks him up and down. Stoner: And you're in street clothes. Something tells me.... Sean holds his hand up, stopping Stoner from going any further. Jackson: Hold up Stoner, who made you the master interrogator of Sin City Wrestling? Stoner is thrown off by interruption first, and then by the hostile question. Stoner: Well uhh...I uhh... Jackson: First of all, I'm here because I'm a member of the active roster. Secondly, I'm here because a clear cut message has to be delivered. This confuses the hell out of Stoner. Stoner: Message? A smile forms on Sean's face. Jackson: You'll find out soon enough. With that, Sean and his entourage walk away Justin: The following contest is a three sided cage match… and it is for the SCW Violence Championship!
Ding!
Ding!
Adams: That just looks weird, half of the ring is caged… the other half, is normal.
Simone: I like it, it’s different… very original.
Justin: Making his way to the ring first, the challenger…
Half of the ring is already closed in by the steel cage, but the other half is of course completely open… an interesting structure, and one that could turn out to be potentially dangerous.The arena goes pitch black and the crowd begins to bu
when the opening chords of "Mutherfucker Of The Year" by Motley Crue blasts over sound system and the crowd jumps to it's feet. When the music kicks into gear the lights come back on as The Notorious Alex Kaelin steps out from behind the curtain and basks in his glory as the crowd is mixed between women screaming for him and the men heckling him. Some of the fans along the aisle leading to the ring flip him off and try to get under his skin while some of the women damn near faint as they reached out and touch his chiseled body.
Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada… weighing in at 240 pounds, the Notorious… Alex Kaelin!
Either way he seems very unfazed and focused on the task at hand, which is beating the shit out of the poor soul waiting for him in that ring. Slowly he crawls onto the ring apron and holds onto the ropes, looking back over his shoulder at the crowd as he shouts at them "I'm the motherfucking best!" and then steps between the ropes and into the ring. He jumps towards the corner, one foot on the second rope and the other on the top rope. Taking off his black shirt that has the sleeves cut off, it say's "Sinners are Winners" On the front in bold white letters and takes it off, much to the delight of the ladies in attendance before throwing it in the face of some fat guy in the front row and flipping him off. As he jumps down from the top turnbuckle, he leans back in the corner and waits for the ref to start the fucking match.
Justin: And his opponent..
Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask.
Justin: From Cologne, Germany... weighing in at 230 pounds! He is the SCW Violence Champion, Lord Raab!
He ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start with Henry standing outside of the ring.
Adams: These two stable mates have met once before, and it ended with Raab ending Kaelin’s reign as he became the new Roule...er, Violence Champion!
Simone: Yeah but Kaelin definitely wants it back, you can see it in his eyes, and he definitely won’t go down without a fight...
Adams: That is, if he even goes down.
Simone: That's true. Two REJECTS, one Championship, one winner!
Jasmine St. John checks in with Alex Kaelin, not much to tell him about not fighting dirty as there are no rules in this one… she then walks over to the Champion Raab as she has a few words with him as well. Jasmine raises the Championship in the air, before handing it to the time keeper and signalling for the ring bell…
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Simone: Here we go!
As the bell sounds these two men seem ready to go at it and quick, they make their way towards each other. They lock hands, Raab rolls around to the back of Kaelin, grabbing him around the waist but Kaelin counters, rolling around to the back of Raab, locking him up in the same type of manner. Kaelin switches it up, grabbing Raab into a headlock and hitting him with a quick headlock takedown. He tries to hold him in a ground headlock but Raab locks his legs around the neck of Kaelin, forcing him to roll back, rolling onto his feet and out of the neck lock. Kaelin goes for a quick diving flip but Raab rolls out of the way, Kaelin landing flat on his back. Raab goes for a jumping elbow but Kaelin also moves out of the way as Raab lands straight on his elbow. The two quickly both scramble to their feet. Kaelin goes for a kick to the gut but his leg is caught by Raab, Kaelin goes for a face kick with his free leg but Raab lets go of his other leg, forcing him to miss and become off balance. Raab looks for a quick clothesline but Kaelin ducks under it as well, this match is just counter after counter. The two stand off in the ring for a second, staring each other down as they both begin to exchanges a few words with each other
Simone: Great technical ability shown by both REJECTS here in this one.
Adams: More like boring… where are the weapons, come on!
The two meet in the center of the ring again, locking up. Kaelin grabs Raab in a headlock but Raab delivers two big elbows to the gut of Kaelin who loses the grip and is then hit by an elbow to the face as well. Raab runs towards the ropes, bouncing off and coming back to Kaelin who drops down to the ground, hoping to force Raab to jump over him but instead Raab hits a huge front dropkick to the face of Kaelin, sending him backwards. Raab grabs Kaelin, picking him up by the hair and throwing him into the nearby turnbuckle. Raab hits a couple of shoulder thrusts and then goes to toss Kaelin into another turnbuckle but it is reversed as Kaelin pushes Raab into a turnbuckle of his own, Kaelin hits two huge knees to the gut and then runs to the opposite ropes, bouncing off of the ropes and as he comes back looking for a huge splash into his opponent against the turnbuckle, he is met in mid air by a fierce fist straight to the gut. Kaelin hunches over holding his stomach in pain as Raab hits a huge clothesline that sends Kaelin to the canvas. Raab nods his head, rolling out of the ring, looking under the ropes as he pulls out a kendo stick. Raab rolls back into the ring as Kaelin is slowly getting to his feet, hunched over in pain. Raab wraps the kendo stick around Kaelin’s throat, and hitting a huge Russian leg sweep with the kendo stick around Kaelin’s neck still, followed by the cover…
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..kickout!
Adams: Close call there, Kaelin has to be hurting…
Simone: Seriously, that kendo stick literally smashed his throat.
Kaelin is able to get a shoulder up just in time, staying alive in this one. Raab shakes his head as he grabs Kaelin by the hair, pulling him to his feet and… BAM! Low blow by Kaelin as he smashes his forearm where the sun doesn’t shine! Raab drops the kendo stick and Kaelin grabs Raab by the back of his head, squeezing Raab’s hair and sending him flying into the cage! Raab bounces mask first off of the cage and comes back to the center of the ring where he is met by a kendo stick to the head! Raab still standing, staggering all over as he is hit by another hit to the head by the kendo stick! Raab continues to stagger, he isn’t going down! Kaelin begins to swing away as if it were a baseball bat, connecting with the side of Raab’s head, sending him bouncing off of the steel cage as he comes back and once again… kendo stick over the head! The stick literally splitting in half over the mask of Raab who still doesn’t go down, however he has no idea where he is as Kaelin runs at him and hits a huge reverse bulldog! Kaelin goes for the cover this time…
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..kickout!
Adams: I loved that reverse bulldog, what a move…
Raab somehow manages to get a shoulder up, even after the beating he just took with the kendo stick and to top it off, the impressive reverse bulldog! Kaelin stands to his feet, exiting the ring and digging under the apron, what does he find? He digs for quite some time, looking for something special, taking his time. Finally Kaelin pulls out a huge fifteen foot ladder, lifting it up and just as he is about to head into the ring, Raab comes sliding out. Kaelin swings the ladder towards Raab who ducks under it completely, jumping and hitting the ladder with a spinning shoulder bump, sending the ladder straight into the face and upper chest of Kaelin who falls to the ground, the ladder landing on top of him. Kaelin lays on the ground in pain as Raab grabs Kaelin by the hair, sliding him into the ring, followed by grabbing the huge ladder and throwing it over the top rope, the ladder bounces off of Kaelin and then lays next to him. Raab slides into the ring, the cover…
Adams: Will this be enough? That ladder has to weigh a good amount, and it just came crashing down on Kaelin!
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..kickout!
Simone: Apparently the ladder didn’t weigh enough!
Kaelin is able to kick out of that one as well! Raab slides to the outside of the ring, digging under the apron and looking under the ring for something. He pulls out a trash can lid, tossing it into the ring, staying under the apron he continues to search. He pulls out a steel cooking sheet, throwing it over his head and into the ring as well. Raab then slides out from under the apron, holding a wooden table. He slides the table into the ring, following the table with himself. As he stands up he is met by a huge spear from Kaelin who came out of nowhere! Followed by vicious right hands to the face. Kaelin goes crazy on Raab, spitting in his face… well, mask... as he continues the assault before standing up. Kaelin reaches down, grabbing Raab by the hair and sliding him back into the ring… these two seem to have no remorse, they keep taking beatings and keep coming back… these two are definitely REJECTS! Kaelin grabs Raab by the hair, lifting him up and delivering a knee to his gut, forcing him to hunch over, still held by the hair. Kaelin sets Raab up for a DDT and BAM! The cooking sheet meets the head of Raab as the DDT sends Raab bouncing right off of the cooking sheet that he had tossed into the ring earlier! Kaelin with the cover…
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..2
..kickout!
Kaelin smirks as he shakes his head, making his way to his feet. Kaelin grabs the table that was thrown into the ring by Raab earlier, lifting it and setting it up near one of the sides of the ring with cage attached to it. Kaelin then grabs the ladder that he had brought into the ring earlier, placing the steel ladder across the table as well! What is Kaelin thinking? Kaelin smirks with a sadistic look on his face as he walks towards Raab, only to be met by a huge punch to the gut which staggers Kaelin. Raab stands up as Kaelin fires back with a right hand to the face. Raab replies with one of his own, followed by a second, and a third! Kaelin is staggering and... BAM! Raab tosses Kaelin face first into the steel cage! Kaelin comes back and... BAM! Once again face first off of the steel cage as he turns around and is met by a huge big boot to the face, sending Kaelin to the ground, blood dripping from his nose and a cut forming in the center of his forehead, blood beginning to crowd Kaelin's face. The cover…
Adams: Kaelin has been busted open, this may be it!
Simone: I think it is!
..1
..2
..kickout!
Kaelin is able to do it again, somehow… kicking out! Raab shakes his head, grabbing the bloodied Kaelin by the hair, pulling him to his feet as he throws Kaelin face first off of the cage once again. Kaelin staggers back and Raab goes for a clothesline, Kaelin ducks! Kaelin falls to a knee behind Raab, grabbing the trash can lid that Raab tossed into the ring earlier and sliding it between Raab’s legs, smashing Raab with a vicious low blow with the trash can! Raab hunches over in pain, holding himself and… trash can smash over the back of Raab’s heads as he hits the ground! Kaelin smirks, tossing the trash can lid out of the ring, grabbing Raab and lifting him to his feet as he runs with Raab, throwing him shoulder first between the middle and top rope, and right into the cage! Raab bounces back as Kaelin catches him with a huge knee to the gut. Raab falls to a knee, near the table/ladder set up Kaelin nodding his head as he smirks, looking down at Raab.
Adams: Oh boy, what is he going to do…?
Simone: It’s going to be bad… whatever it is.
Kaelin begins to make his way towards the cage. Kaelin starts to climb the cage, slowly climbing, obviously in pain still. Raab however stands to his feet, walking towards the turnbuckle! Kaelin is about halfway up the cage, Raab beginning to climb the turnbuckle, using the corner of the cage for support. Kaelin is about ¾ of the way up the cage, and Raab stands atop the top rope! Raab grabs Kaelin by the hair, and Kaelin kicks Raab right in the face. Raab loses balance, his back hitting the back of the cage as he maintains his balance on top of the turnbuckle. Raab then delivers a vicious right hand to the gut of Kaelin who went to climb a bit more. Kaelin is startled, but he grabs a hold of Raab’s hair…
Simone: Oh man! What is Kaelin going to do, they are so close to that table…
Adams: But they are also at least 15 feet in the air!
Kaelin pulls the hair of Raab but Raab slaps his hand around the throat of Kaelin. Kaelin pulls Raab by the hair, trying to get him to lose his balance. Raab pulls Kaelin by the throat, but Kaelin’s grip is too strong on the cage. Kaelin delivers a kick to the shoulder of Raab… Raab delivers a punch to the gut with his free hand… who will win this battle… who is going to end up in pieces, and who isn’t? Raab delivers another right hand and then…
BAM!!!
The Raabinator! From on top of the turnbuckle, ¾ of the way up the cage! Both men go crashing through the ladder and table! The table shredding to pieces, both men bouncing off of the ladder as the ring shakes, nearly breaking in half itself! Both men are out, barely able to move… the crowd begins to chant “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT” over and over at what they just saw…
Adams: Wow… ho...ly...shit…
Simone: Yeah, you can say that again…
Adams: Ho...ly...shit…
Raab somehow, someway rolls onto his stomach, he throws an arm over Kaelin, the crowd chanting “THIS IS AWESOME!” over and over! The cover…
..1
..2
..3!
DING!
DING!
DING!
Adams: Wow, how could he even move…?!
Simone: I can’t believe what we just saw…
Justin: Here is your winner, and still SCW Violence Champion! Lord Raab!
Simone: Wow… what a match… what a damn match!
Adams: You can say that again… first ever half cage match in SCW, and it definitely went as planned, if not better than planned…
Voice Over: Algiers, Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?
Simone: OH MY GOD!!!!
Jason: CAN IT BE?!?!
The air is completely sucked out of the building as everyone turns towards the stage area, shocked that Sean would choose this moment to cash in his contract.
Simone: HE IS CHOOSING TO CASH IN ON THE ROULETTE CHAMPION!!!
Jason: I.....I.....
Stepping out onto the stage area is Sean Jackson, flanked by his wife Pamela, his valet Vanessa, and attorney Marshall Owens.
The building is flooded with boos. As he peers into the ring, a smile begins to form. He then begins the slow walk towards the ring.
Simone: HE IS, HE IS CASHING IN!!!
Jason: BUT I THOUGHT!!!!
All of a sudden, Sean stops. The smile gets bigger as he turns around and begins to walk back towards the stage. Pamela and Vanessa follow suit, leaving just Marshall Owens standing there.
Simone: Oh dear Lord, it was all just a ruse.
Jason: YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?!?
Marshall then produces a microphone, which he brings up to his mouth.
Marshall: Pardon the interruption. Now that we have everyone's undivided attention....
He points to the ring.
Marshall: And clearly no disrespect was intended....
A look of indifference forms on Marshall's face. Sure they meant no disrespect, but it becomes evident that no one in the Sean Jackson camp cares if anyone was offended or not.
Marshall: But we just wanted to make sure that the message was received....
A sinister smile begins to form.
Marshall: By every champion in this company.
He pauses.
Marshall: And yes Kris Halc, that means you and Goth as well.
The shot shifts to Belinda Simone and Jason Adams who are still in shock as Marshall makes his way to the back as well.
Simone: I believe Sean just called his shot....
Jason: Could it be that Sean Jackson has given up on the world heavyweight title?
Simone: I don't know Jason, I just don't know.
The lights in the arena dim, the arena covered in darkness… just barely visible. Fans begins to turn on their flashlights on their Androids and iPhones to get some light. A light humming is heard over the arena speakers, not something we are too familiar with. Finally after a few seconds of this, 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. The lights flash back to normal with an eruption of white and blue fireworks atop the entrance ramp. The crowd cheering like crazy, some booing, some cheering, but all of them respecting. The arena lights brighten even more 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, a smirk on his face, a pair of jeans and a white and black REJECTS tanktop.
Adams: Wow, we haven’t seen Watts since he lost to Gabriel in Morocco!
Simone: I heard he was out of action for weeks…
Adams: I guess you heard wrong because he looks pretty in action to me…
Watts makes his way to the ring as he walks around the ring, Watts hops onto the ring apron, entering the ring through the middle rope. Kaelin is on a knee and Raab is leaned against the ropes nearby, holding his Championship. Watts walks to the center of the ring where he pauses for a second, looking down at Kaelin, signaling for him to get up. Kaelin does so, still dripping blood and obviously not happy with the loss. Watts then looks over at Raab, signaling for him to come closer. Raab takes a few steps closer, both men standing in front of Watts, the triangle of REJECTS in the center of the ring as Watts music stops.
Adams: The REJECTS are here!
Simone: Yes, they definitely are.
Watts signals for and is handed a microphone. The Violence Championship is strapped over the shoulder of Raab, Kaelin focusing on Watts as Watts looks at the two REJECTS, lifting the microphone to his lips.
Andrew Watts: You two… you two just put on one hell of a fucking match…
The crowd instantly livens up, cheering like crazy… not because they are that much behind the REJECTS, but because… it was one hell of a match.
Adams: Watts is right about that one…
Simone: Yeah, I agree.
Andrew Watts: That is why you two are a part of the REJECTS. That is why we are the REJECTS. Because we come out here, each and every night… and we put on one hell of a fucking show, for all of you unworthy, worthless fans…
The fans aren’t too happy about that one, as Watts hears a few boos. But they don’t phase him as he just continues to talk.
Andrew Watts: Lord Raab… I wasn’t too sure about you when you first joined the REJECTS. But damn have you improved. You have kicked everyone’s ass who has been put in your way, including Alex Kaelin’s… TWICE.
Raab nods his head with confidence, Kaelin doesn’t seem too happy about that one, but he tries not to show it.
Andrew Watts: You are the VIOLENCE Champion, you took the confidence to rename the Championship to something you wanted, very risky, but very well done. You kicked Kaelin’s ass not once… but twice! First to capture the “Violence” Championship… and now to defend it. Kaelin obviously just can’t measure up to you. It seems since joining the REJECTS, you are on another level Raab… and Kaelin…
Watts smashes the microphone into the forehead of Kaelin! Kaelin falls to the ground as Watts signals for Raab to hand him his Championship! Raab does this as Kaelin stands to his feet, staggering around and is laid out by the Violence Championship by Watts! Kaelin lays in the center of the ring, completely out, bloodied and motionless as Watts grabs the microphone in his right hand, standing up to his feet, the Violence Championship hanging from his left hand as he begins to speak.
Andrew Watts: Kaelin can say bye bye to the REJECTS… why? Because he has proved that he isn’t REJECT material. REJECTS don’t lose week after week, REJECTS don’t set up a table and ladder spot, only to be smashed through it and lose the match! REJECTS don’t FUCKING SUCK!
Watts tone obviously changing as he begins to shout at Kaelin. Watts turns his head to Raab, nodding his head at Raab.
Andrew Watts: Lord Raab…. fucking Raab! The SCW VIOLENCE CHAMPION! Now that has a good ring to it! THE FUCKING REJECT OF VIOLENCE! How do you like that one RAAB? You like being a REJECT don’t you?
Raab confidently nods his head, the fact that his fellow REJECT was just laid out not even phasing him, almost as if he knew it was coming.
Andrew Watts: Raab and me had this planned out for weeks, Kaelin. We had it planned out on the perfect moment to give you the boot, and to give Raab the promotion, to send Raab straight where he belongs! Because let's face it Kaelin, you didn’t belong where you were! You lost the title, Raab won the title… Raab belongs where he is about to be…
Watts nods his head as he hands the Violence Championship to Raab who nods his head, reaching out and grabbing the Championship, throwing it back over his shoulder as he stares down at Kaelin.
Andrew Watts: Raab, I couldn’t have done this without you… thank you for helping me take down Kaelin, thank you for helping me get rid of this bastard piece of shit… a poison in the REJECTS, an unwanted poison.
Raab nods his head at Watts.
Adams: I can’t believe what we are seeing. Watts and Kaelin looked so close, like brothers!
Simone: You can never trust anyone in this business Adams… Kaelin just learned that the hard way.
Watts smirks, continuing to speak on the microphone.
Andrew Watts: Raab, you have a lot of potential, and you deserve this. Kaelin got what he deserved, and now Raab… you get what… you deserve…
With that said Watts nails Raab with a kick to the gut and then… KNEE DEEP! Raab goes bouncing head first off of the knees of Watts as he falls right next to Kaelin, the Violence Championship hitting the ground as Watts stands to his feet, a devilish smirk on his face as he looks down at the two REJECTS who he just single handedly took down, laying center ring, completely out. Watts puts his hand at the top of his REJECTS tank top, ripping it right off, tossing it right between Kaelin and Raab, and spitting on it. Watts reaches down for the microphone…
Andrew Watts: You know something… neither of you fit… the REJECTS… they don’t fit… they don’t work… the REJECTS… they are NO MORE…
Adams: What… I can’t believe my eyes.
Simone: Watts just disbanded the REJECTS, single handedly…
Adams: Talk about a shocking display of events…
Watts drops the microphone as he looks down at his two … well, now former stable mates. Love the Way You Hate Me - Like a Storm bursts over the speaker system, the crowd not sure what to do… cheer for Watts, hate him even more… they more so just watch in shock. Not only did they just receive an amazing match, but they were shocked with the disbanding of the REJECTS right after. Watts rolls out of the ring, still smirking with an evil look in his eyes as he makes his way up the entrance ramp, stopping as he reaches the stage, looking back at the ring… sending another evil smirk towards the ring as he raises an arm in the air for a few seconds. Watts then turns his back, as he heads to the backstage area.
The opening riff of "That's The Way" echoes throughout the sound system as the house lights drop down. A classic film style countdown begins on the screen as the crowd is beginning to become rather intrigued by what is happening. Before the counter hits zero, silence befalls the sound system.
"Everybody wants an easy ride on the merry-go-round that we call life Take a drive on cruise control, then you wake to find it's a winding road I had my dreams in view when the money ran out and the engine blew Hung my tears out to dry, then my dreams fell outta the clear blue sky And I, I was walking in the clouds feeling so safe and sound 'Til something else knocks me down"
The words burst through the sound system as plum and silver lights begin to bounce around the sold out arena. A woman with dark, raven hair steps out from behind the curtain as the crowd has no idea what is happening. The raven hair female walks down the ramp holding a silver clutch in her right hand while stopping at the bottom of it. She gives a half smile half smirk towards the crowd before looking over her shoulder back toward the stage.
"Oh and that's the way it is
You gotta roll with the punches
Oh and that's the way it goes
You gotta bend when the wind blows
You live, you learn
You crash, you burn
It's hit or miss
And that's the way it is"
The crowd has started to murmur underneath their breaths as a woman sucking on a lollipop walks out from behind the curtain. The crowd lets out a sigh of relief as they realize that it's Candy Overton making her presence known to the world. She is sucking on her trademark lollipop while waving toward the crowd. Her facial expressions almost change in an instance when she notices the raven haired female standing at the bottom of the ramp. The woman holds that clutch she had been holding high into the air as Candy slowly walks down the ramp.
Justin:: She hails from Salt Lake City, Utah but currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada please welcome Candy Overton.
"One fine day you wake up, completely, hopelessly fallen in love
He's just what you're looking for, the only problem is that the man's not sure
Another guy will give you everything, the only problem is you don't feel a thing
Well I know from experience, nothing's ever gonna make perfect sense
Oh, one day you get what you want, but it's not what you think, then you get what you need"
Simone: Candy is out here.
Adams: She isn't on my notes.
Candy shakes her head while sticking a lollipop into her mouth. She hops up onto the ring apron, enters it the normal lady way and continues to wave at her fans.
Adams: She is going to get some serious cavities if she keeps sucking those things
Candy walks over to Justin, whispers in his ear before taking his microphone. Justin leaves the ring as she moves back to the center of the ring.
Simone: It looks like Candy is going to speak.
Adams: Please tell me she is going to give out her phone number.
Candy takes a deep breath as the crowd is going crazy.
Candy Overton: Damn it is so great to be bringing Climax Control to you Algerians. Even though I wasn't on the card that doesn't mean you will get deprived of seeing one half of The Sweet Nurses.
Crowd begins chanting Candy as she continues to smile
Candy Overton: A few weeks ago in Morocco, Cindy and I came up short again. Is it a bummer? You betcha but I am not going to go back on my word. I promised Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor that I wouldn't challenge for the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Championships for a while. After that loss, I had to take a moment to recollect my focus. I am not saying The Sweet Nurses are done. I am just saying it's time for Candy Overton to get her own name on the Marquee sign outside. It's time for Candy Overton to become the lady you all are needing. It's time for me to be the true face of this...
"Case of The Ex" strikes up as Zuri Chastain comes walking out as the crowd lets out a loud boo towards the former SCW Bombshell. She hasn't stopped smirking since walking out here. Candy narrows her eyes as she watches Zuri come walking down the ramp.
Simone: What is Zuri doing here?
Adams: The better question is, how did she get a ticket to Algeria?
Candy turns her body 180 degrees as Zuri is laughing while entering the ring. She steps right up to Candy before bursting out laughing some more.
Zuri Chastain: This is some kind of joke right. Who in their right mind wants a two time loser as the face of the bombshell division? I guarantee you couldn't even go 15 minutes with me. No, Candy, you will just be like all those dumb broads who join then disappear. You make a splash before dropping into the pit of despair.
The boos are getting mixed with Candy chants as Zuri is shaking her head. Miss Ravenwood, Candy's mysterious handler enters the ring as well.
Miss Ravenwood: I would listen to her Candy. These people will turn on you and then what will you have going for you. It's time to embrace that hate Candy. It's time for you to accept that you are not worthy of being in any title contendership.
Simone: What is going on? Who is that woman speaking to Candy?
Adams: I have no idea. She does seem pretty hot.
Candy sinks her head as is what these two were saying was getting to her.
Candy Overton: Miss Ravenwood
Ms. Ravenwood has a small smile on her face as Candy still has her head down.
Candy Overton: You are so
Silence befalls the Algerian crowd as Candy is speaking.
Candy Overton: WRONG!
She lifts her head back up and takes one step toward her tormentor.
Candy Overton: These people will not turn their back on me unless I give them a good reason. I am not about to accept anything you two have to say. From the three time failure and the failed psychiatrist. You two can take your own words and shove them. I will get into a title picture and I will what Zuri Chastain failed to do. I will become a champion. I believe it will happen. These people believe it will happen.
The crowd goes absolutely crazy as Zuri and Ravenwood can't believe their plan backfired. Candy continues to step closer towards them.
Candy Overton: Why don't you two get the hell out of my ring.
The crowd is chanting Candy all over the arena as she just looks at her tormentors.
Simone: These people have nearly come unglued for Candy Overton
Adams: Candy sure is hyped up about taking over her own career.
Candy spins around while posing for the crowd. Ravenwood and Zuri snarl as they jump Candy from behind. They try to continue their attack by Zuri sending Candy into the ropes. Candy rebounds by ducking Ravenwood's attempt at a clothesline and sending Zuri to the ground after a lou thesz press. Candy quickly gets back up to her feet as she dropkicks Ravenwood out of the ring. The crowd is loving this action as she starts to stalk Zuri. Zuri slowly gets up off the canvas as Candy wraps her arm around her neck, throws her free fist into the air before connecting with a springboard bulldog.
Simone: SWEETNESS MEASURE! Oh my God, she nearly broke Zuri's nose.
Adams: This crowd is rocking for Candy.
Candy lets out a scream as the crowd is going crazy. Zuri is flat on her face as Candy looks at the camera.
Candy Overton: This is only the beginning. Climax Control has just gone SWEET AS CANDY.
"That's the way" strikes back up as Candy drops the microphone. She exits the ring as Ravenwood re-enters the ring to check on Zuri. Candy plays all innocent as the crowd continues to chant her name as the cameras slowly fade.
Pussy Willow is shown walking down the hall, peeking in locker rooms and from the looks of her face, is getting frustrated . Suddenly from the side as she leans into another locker room, the sound of a very appreciative wolf whistle is heard and a hum of approval from a man that walks into view. Straightening quickly, Pussy turns to find Connor Murphy giving her the once over.
Pussy: Connor Murphy? Oh em gee what are you doing on tour with us? I mean you haven’t wrestled lately and well I thought that you hung…
Connor Murphy: You think I’m hung huh?
Pussy: This is supposed to be a family show Connor, not NC 17. Besides, why are you here as I was asking?
Connor Murphy: A couple of things actually babe. First of all, I was missing the spotlight and the women and the ring and you.
Pussy: Awww really??
Connor Murphy: Of course. And I also have a message for the fans about a certain fox and her hubby if you know what I mean?
Pussy: Speaking of fox…I heard a rumor that Vixen and Spike had the babies.
Connor Murphy: You will have to tune in next week for that news. Which is my news…I am going to be interviewing those two personally. I want to get the nitty gritty and get my face back on the show. You know…before I get back in the ring.
Pussy: You are coming back to wrestle in Sin City Wrestling?
Connor Murphy: I am just waiting on my doctor to give me the clearance to wrestle. I mean I was rehabbing and healing and now I am on my way to returning. But until then I am going to keep in the face of the fans with a few of these interview thingies.
Pussy: But Connor, do you think that Hot Stuff Mark Ward or Christian would want you to be an interviewer when they have me and Rocky Mountains and Scott…when they have me and Rocky Mountains?
Connor Murphy: Who said that I needed the permission Pussy? Haven’t you ever heard of breaking news? And whenever Connor Murphy appears on the scene, that is breaking news.
Connor smiles as he puts an arm over the shoulder of Ms Willow and begins to walk her along the hallway.
Connor Murphy: Besides, it is better to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission. And I never ask for forgiveness.
Pussy is not able to say anything as Connor walks her out of the view of the camera with one final wink into the lens.
Just before the main event match for the S.C.W. Internet Championship title is about to start out from the back walks Bruce Evans. No music and in his street clothes which consists of blue jean shorts, black boots, and a black shirt under an open leather jacket. He stands at the top of the ramp for a brief moment staring into the crowd with a blank expression which is slightly that of anger as well. The crowd doesn't seem to know how to respond but pretty the all too familiar boos start up as the hatred for the man hasn't seemed to go away since his last appearence for the company. He begins his walk down the ramp and ignores some of the nasty comments and chants from the crowd as he approaches the front row directly across the ring. Event security open the guard rail for him and he enters, taking a seat in the front row. The crowd around him grow excited at the mere chance of being so close to a Sin City Wrestling wrestler, "marks" anyways. Quick to approach the front row as from out of no where is Pussy Willow with a microphone in her hand as she seems to have questions for Bruce. She fixes her tight dress and approaches him.
Pussy Willow: Hi, Mr. Evans, may I ask what you are doing here tonight? We haven't seen you in quite a while. The rumor was that you had packed...
Bruce stands up and grabs the microphone from Pussy and gives her a dirty look in the process.
Bruce Evans: Look here, I'm simply here to watch a show and that's all. What do you guys have on me, a G.P.S. device or something? I'm not here for interviews or anything further. Thank you!
He roughly hands her back the microphone and sits back down, but Pussy won't give up that easily.
Pussy Willow: So are the rumors true? Did you and your wife quit Sin City Wrestling? Who do you have winning in the evening's main event in just a few moments?
With frustration covering his entire face Bruce looks around as if he can't belive Pussy won't let him be. He again stands up and this time allows her to hold the microphone as he leans in and speaks.
Bruce Evans: Alright, looks like this is one little bitch that refuses to give up. You really wanna earn your paycheck the right way, that's fine and dandy. On the plus side I guess you can give that dirty used up woman part of yours a break since anyone with authority around the company have already used it up so now you actually have to do your job...
The crowd lets out a collective OOOOOOOhhh as Pussy stands there looking extremely pissed and embarassed. Bruce just continues.
Bruce Evans: Now ya want answers? Okay. No me and her have not quit the company. She's somewhere being pregnant and I've been enjoying my time with my significant other. Who's winning tonight's main event? Don't give a shit to be honest! All I know is that when I do return, and it will be sooner than anyone expects, I promise I am reclaiming my Internet Championship!
The fans let out a large chorus of boos which doesn't stop Bruce from talking.
Bruce Evans: Ya can boo me all ya want. Fact it this, I don't give a damn who the Internet Champion is at the time. Everyone knows I was robbed, I was raped out of that title. I don't care if Halc retains tonight, or if Goth becomes a grandslam champion, either way means nothing to me. To whomever holds that title upon my return, be ready for me to take it back, JUST LIKE THAT!
Bruce quickly sits back down and focuses his attention on the ring, as a still embarassed Pussy Willow just walks off. The main event is now set to begin.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is the Four Corner Bombshell match! The winner of this match will receive an automatic shot at the World Bombshell Championship NEXT WEEK in Tunis, Tunisia!
The camera flashes around the crowd, as Lose Control by Evanessence plays over the PA, panning in and out, stopping just long enough to get glimpses of excited people in the crowd until it stops finally on the stage where Raynin stands, legs spread slightly, looking out over the audience with a confident smirk. She nods slowly, then raises her fist high in the air. She brings her fist down into a salute, then starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring.
Adams: Well looky who's about to join us!
Raynin walks around the ring to where the announcer's table is. She is passed a head set by Jason and has a seat on the far right.
Simone: We are being joined here for this match by the World Champion, Raynin. Raynin, it's great to have you out here with us.
Raynin: Of course it is. I wasn't about to pass up a chance to see who would be the lucky recipient of my next beat down.
Raynin places the world title belt in front of her, and in front of that, a framed photograph of ... Angel the teddy bear? Jason looks at Belinda.
Adams: O-kay?
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.
Justin: Introducing, from New York City, weighing 110 pounds ... Mikah!Mikah 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. 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: Her opponent is from Miami, Florida, weighing 120 pounds ... Jessie Salco!The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of ""Like Angels Weeping (the dark)" by Kataklysym tears the PA System a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake, the two do some head banging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before waiting for her opponent.
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin: Making her way to the ring (or depending on where Mercedes is when the ring announcer begins the introduction, Coming down the aisle, About to enter the ring, or Currently in the ring), from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent to arrive.
Justin: And finally! From Juneau, Alaska, weighing 128 pounds ... Amy Marshall!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.
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 Man
The song then kicks in and Amy rushes out holding her face and then suddenly stops half way down the ramp to reveal her face. She wears a black leather surgical 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.
Simone: All four participants have finally made their way to the ring.
Adams: Is there any one you fancy winning this one, champ?
Raynin: *scoffs* It doesn't matter. In the end when they face me, they'll just lose.
Mercedes and Mikah are the first to begin the match, as Amy and Jessie are in the corners on the outside.
Simone: This is not a Fatal Fourway match where all four Bombshells would be in the ring at the same time. This match gives the option of tagging in and out to anyone. Before the match, the four women flipped coins to see who would start.
Holly Wood calls for the opening bell.
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Mercedes and Mikah slowly circle the ring, eyeing one another without much on their lovely faces to indicate they are impressed.
Adams: And the two 'bad girls' kicking things off! Loving it!
Raynin: Please...
The two saucy Bombshells then lock up, and Mikah shows off her ring prowess and ducks behind her opponent and puts Mercedes in a hammerlock, but Mercedes reverses it immediately! Mikah then attempts to elbow Mercedes in the jaw, but Mercedes ducks underneath it. Mikah then reaches down and pulls Vargas's foot out from beneath her but Mercedes plants a boot on her backside and kicks her across the ring! An infuriated Mikah gets to her feet and dashes at her opponent and Mercedes arm drags her over once, then twice, grabbing her in an arm lock.
Simone: Mercedes Vargas is showing right away why she is a former multi-time champion here in SCW.
Mercedes pulls her to her feet and ducks behind her again with another hammerlock but this time Mikah counters, grabbing a handful of her hair and snapmaring her off, over her shoulder! Mikah then charges at her but Vargas ducks behind her and brings her down with a backslide!
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They get to their feet quickly and Mikah kicks Mercedes in the mid-section, scoops her up, and body slams her down on the mat! Mikah then goes for an elbow drop, but Mercedes rolls out of the way, and Mikah's elbow crashes down on the mat! Mercedes quickly Mikah in an armbar, and takes her over into the La magistral cradle!
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2.....
Mikah kicks out!
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Jessie Salco runs in and grabs Mikah's leg, breaking up the pin.
Adams: Jessie's taking no chances!
Simone: I doubt Mikah would have been pined there but indeed it is every woman for herself.
Mercedes jumps to her feet and threatens Jessie Salco who is defiant but Holly backs her out to her corner. Mikah uses the ropes to pull herself to her feet and Amy reaches in and tags herself into the match. Holly orders Mikah to leave the ring, and she has to go in her corner, but she is mad!
Raynin: Get over it girl!
Simone: The obvious strategy in a match like this is to stay away from the opposition in the corners. If they can tag in, it takes away any chance you have at walking away the winner.
Amy then locks up with Mercedes, and Amy runs Mercedes back into the corner and sends her flying across the ring with a monkey flip! Amy follows up and grabs Mercedes for an Irish whip but Vargas reverses it! Mercedes scoops her up for a sidewalk slam but Amy brings her down with a head scissors takedown! Mercedes gets to her knees, dazed, and Amy dashes off of the ropes and lays into her with a high speed Shining Wizard knee strike! Amy covers her and hooks the leg.
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Amy gets up and gets in Mikah's face and the two Bombshells square off in a vicious and heated verbal exchange, but it costs Amy as she turns around and Mercedes nails her with a spinning roundhouse kick! Amy goes down and Vargas covers her!
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Mikah is in and she pulls Amy off of her opponent!
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Simone: Mercedes always snuck away with that one.
Raynin: And she thinks this is going to impress me?
Adams: What makes you think she's trying to impress you?
Simone: What makes you think any of these women are trying to impress you?
Raynin: Maybe because I'm the champion and I have no intention of taking it easy on any of them.
Mercedes picks Amy up, and whips her into the ropes where she hits Amy with a dropkick! But a half-second later, Amy kips up and nails Mercedes with a dropkick of her own! Amy then backs Mercedes into the corner and hits her with three knife edge chops to Mercedes's chest!
Crowd: WOOOO!
Raynin: Christ do they HAVE to do that!?
Simone: Glad to see I'm not the only one around here that annoys.
Amy goes to Irish whip Mercedes into the ropes but Vargas reverses it. Amy ducks under a clothesline and when Mercedes turns around, Amy lashes out with a super kick! Vargas goes down like she was shot and Amy jumps onto the ropes and springboards off with a guillotine legdrop and covers her!
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Amy then exchanges words with Mikah on the outside, and Mikah insults back! Then Mercedes forces Mikah to confront Amy by tagging her into the match! Mikah then comes back in the ring as Mercedes heads outside.
2.....
Mikah again runs in to break it up!
Adams: I can't believe Mercedes tagged out willingly.
Simone: Admittedly she needs the break. Plus I think she might want to see what happens now the way Mikah's been aggravating Amy Marshall.
Mikah steps through the ropes and Amy clotheslines her down to the mat twice, then follows up with a DDT! Amy covers Mikah for the pin...
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2.....
Mercedes comes in to break it up.
Simone: Just because she tagged out doesn't mean she's ready to lose this match.
Raynin: I would have done the exact same thing.
When Amy turns around and yells at Mercedes, Mikah takes advantage by nailing Amy in the back with a double axe handle, followed up by a Face Plant into the mat. Mikah Irish whips Amy into the corner, and nails her with a flying knee to the face. Mikah pulls her from the corner and hits a Tiger suplex! Mikah immediately covers her and screams or Holly to count!
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2.....
This time it's Jessie who breaks it up!
Adams: Now was Jessie saving the match or her tag team partner?
Raynin: Six of one, half a dozen of the other.
Mikah chokes Amy, prompting Holly to count against her!
1...
Mikah attempts to Irish whip Amy into the ropes, but Amy reverses it and lays her out with a flying forearm smash. Amy then picks Mikah up and attempts to bring her down with the Bad Girl double knee facebuster, but Jessie interrupts Amy's attempt to finish the match by making a blind tag, and enters the ring herself.
2...
3...
4...
Simone: I don't think Amy was expecting that.
Raynin: Then she's a damn fool.
Amy gives a surprising glare to Jessie as she enters, but Jessie prefers to direct her attention to Mikah with three straight dropkicks! Each time Mikah attempts to regain her footing, Jessie knocks her right back down! Jessie then springboards up onto the top of the nearest corner and as Mikah gets to her feet, Jessie leaps off and strikes her down with a missile dropkick! Mikah tumbles back head over heels and Jessie pounces on her with the jackknife pin!
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Jessie pulls her up and lays into her with a headbutt, then a forearm shot, followed up by another headbutt right between the eyes. Jessie goes to send her into the corner but Mikah reverses it. Jessie runs up the turnbuckles and acts to leap back and Mikah drops down too avid what actually doesn't happen!
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Mikah gets her shoulder up!
Adams: She faked her out!
Raynin: Ha!
Mikah gets to her feet, confused, and turns around and Jessie NOW jumps and takes her down with a flying high cross body!
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Amy comes in and pulls Jessie off!
Simone: All is fair in love...
Adams: And guess the cheese!
Raynin: How many times have you been dropped on your head, man?
Jessie snap suplexes Mikah over,, and in one fluid motion, she jumps up the corner ad flies off and onto Mikah with a picture perfect moonsault!
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3 - Mercedes and Amy both jump in to stop the pin attempt!
Adams: Jessie seems surprised Amy stopped her from getting the pin.
Raynin: Last time I checked it was every woman for herself.
Jessie again goes to the outside and dives onto Mikah with a top rope swanton bomb! She covers Mikah again!
1.....
Mikah tries to escape the assault by blind tagging Mercedes, and a furious Jessie tries to go after Mikah, but she's stopped by Holly Wood.
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3 - No! Mikah gets her shoulder up!
Adams: Mikah really has a way of pissing other women off, doesn't she?
Simone: It's a gift.
Mercedes and Jessie then face off, locking up! Mercedes backs Jessie up against the ropes, then buries a knee into her ribs. Mercedes goes to send her into a corner but Jessie reverses it and sends her in instead. Jessie then gets a running start and performs a cartwheel into a back flip and lays into Vargas with a back elbow! Mercedes staggers out of the corner and Jessie nails a one handed bulldog! She rolls Mercedes over onto her back and covers her!
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Then Mikah and Amy go at it!
2.....
Mikah and Amy come in to break up the pinfall!
Simone: How's that for timing! We just barely mentioned Mikah's capacity to drive this match out of control.
Mikah and Amy fight one another, and then Jessie joins in, and then Mercedes, and then Mercedes, Jessie, and Amy then join in a three-on-one attack on Mikah!
Adams: Who ever thought we'd see the day where the Metal and Punk Connection would fight on the same side as a Mean Girl!?
Simone: Former Mean Girl!
The fans cheer all three women beating up and stomping away on Mikah! Mikah then goes after Jessie, tackling her to the mat, while Mercedes and Amy turn on each other, and then all four women fight one another, as the three-on-one quickly degenerates into a free-for-all!
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Mercedes and Jessie, the legal women in the ring, resume their conflict while Mikah and Amy are forced back on the outside in their corners! Mercedes hits Jessie with a chop, and Jessie chops her back. Mercedes then whips Jessie into the ropes, and Mercedes puts Jessie in a sleeper. Jessie starts to go out until Amy comes in and hits Mercedes in the back with a forearm to break up the hold! Amy then pulls Jessie over to her corner and steps out just long enough to tag herself back in. Amy then picks Mercedes up and catches her with a gut wrench suplex. Amy quickly goes up top and leaps off with a shooting star press!
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2.....
Again she's interrupted, this time by Mikah!
Simone: Amy Marshall almost had her!
Amy then grabs the ropes and flings Mikah into the ring, as Holly Wood has lost control of the match! Amy and Mikah exchange punches to each other's heads and bodies, back and forth, until they tumble to the mat in a tangle of limbs and roll outside of the ring, while Jessie and Mercedes also take up the fight outside the ring near the announcer's table.
Raynin: If anything happens to the picture of my Beloved there will be HELL to pay!
Jessie and Mercedes soon fight near where Amy and Mikah are, and then Jessie again turns her attack to Mikah, and Mercedes and Amy fight each other once again and end up back inside of the ring! After pummeling Jessie in the back, Mikah throws her inside of the ring and chokes her, but Amy grabs Mikah by the hair, kicks her in the mid-section, picks her up, waist locks her, and she drills Mikah's head into the mat with a snap DDT! Amy then covers Mikah for the pin.
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Jessie then whips Amy into the ropes and goes for a Hurricanrana, but Mercedes comes in and interrupts the attempt with a super kick to Jessie's jaw. Mercedes picks Mikah up and lays her out with a discus clothesline! Vargas covers her!
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Amy is ushered back to her corner, Jessie rushes in to break up a second attempt by Mercedes. Tired of the constant interruptions, Mercedes rises to confront Jessie and is punched in the face for her troubles! Holly Wood quickly rushes to intercede, but the Bombshells ignore his orders and begin to brawl. Both with a double fistful of hair, they collapse to the mat! As Holly does his/her best to break up Mercedes and Jessie, Mikah grabs Jessie and Salco surprises her with a low blow!
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But Jessie breaks it up!
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Jessie breaks it up!
Simone: Piss the Heavy metal Maiden off and THAT'S what happens!
Mikah sinks down as Jessie is forced from the ring by Holly who has finally separated Mercedes and Amy! Mercedes, the legal woman in the ring, goes up top to take full advantage, when suddenly Veronica Taylor is out at ringside! She jumps up on the ring apron and shoves Vargas off of her perch and Mercedes crashes on the mat!
Adams: Holly didn't see it! She was busy trying to keep Amy and Jessie out of the ring!
Veronica dashes out just as quickly as she entered, and Mikah quickly grabs Mercedes and hits the The Mikahangelo! She covers her!
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Amy and Jessie get in to break it up...
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Simone: It's over! Mikah wins!
Adams: With help from Veronica Taylor!
The bell rings and the crowd boos as Jessie and Amy are fuming at having narrowly missed the outcome!
Justin: Here is your winner, and granted the championship match next week -- MIKAH!Simone: Mercedes Vargas and Delia will not let this go unanswered! Mercedes almost won a championship match and her former teammates screwed her out of it!
The crowd boos as a smug Mikah strolls over to the ropes and faces Raynin! The World Champion stands up and they engage in a stare down as the smiling Mikah runs her hands along her waist, signaling her championship intentions!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, here with a very important Sin City Wrestling Public Service Announcement, please welcome SCW's own Hostess With the Mostess -- AMANDA HUGGINKISS!
The opening drums to Five Finger Death Punch's "I.M.Sin" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.
"What a fucking poser, that's all you'll ever be!
Don't get any closer, or you'll meet the real me!
I am, who I am, you can't destroy me!
I am, what I am, you can't deny me!
I want out, but I could never surrender.
Try and brake me down, but I won?t let you win.
You can call me out, but I know you?re a pretender.
You may think your god, but I know that I am sin!"
Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.
"I am SIN! I am SIN!
I am SIN! I am SIN!
I won't fucking buy it!
I never have and I never will!
Keep fucking trying!
I'm just waiting for the blood to spill!"
Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans boo louder.
Casey: I would like to take a moment to call out my students, the duo known as Dying Breed. We got some business to take care of!!
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"
Andrew Garcia walks out first, followed by Ivan Darrell, and the duo look out upon the crowd.
"Why should I
Always be the one to back away
Why should I
Have to be the one to not say what's on my mind
I'm a mother fucking wrecking
I'm a mother fucking wrecking ball"
Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Orange Hulk and Ivan starts to walk towards the ring slowly, 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. Andrew and Ivan raise their arms as the fans boo louder.
Casey: As you fellas know, I have been pushing you and pushing you to be successful in this business, like I have. Yeah, you guys have won gold, but lost the gold so soon after winning them, and especially losing the tag team titles to a team like the Surf Boys. I talked to Hot Stuff Mark Ward before coming out here, and he gave me the authority to deliver a message to you guys.
Andrew and Ivan (in unison): And what message is that?
Casey: You guys are no longer employed here in SCW. Pack your bags and leave immediately or I will be forced to call security to escort you guys from the building.
Ivan and Andrew look at each other, stunned, and walk back to the locker room to pack their bags, while the fans cheer their firing.
Casey: I have 2 more announcements to make. First, I am coming out of retirement and returning here in SCW, thanks to Mark Ward and Christian Underwood. Second, I want to introduce my new ally:
"Ooooh... yeah, yeah... oh". The opening repeative line to Kanye West's "Power" starts to blast through the speakers as blue lights but through the now faded darkness in the arena. The image of a closed fist is seen on the screen before the letters 'J2H' appear on the screen
Adams: Oh no!
J2H appears at the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos from the live crowd. J2H is wearing silver suit pant and a white buttoned up shirt, the top three buttons opened. On his head, he wears a headset microphone. J2H lifts his fist to the crowd before walking to the ring. J2H reaches the ring and climbs up the steps before stepping in the ring. J2H moves towards the middle of the ring, both arms in the air, before walking to the ropes and pulling himself on the middle rope in the center of the ring and raising his arm again. He jumps down and looks at a shocked Dying Breed. He moves in towards Andrew Garcia and nails him with a strong right hand.
Simone: Wow! J2H isn't wasting any time!
Ivan moves towards J2H but Casey tosses him in to corner. J2H starts to hammer away on Andrew, but Andrew fires back. J2H ducks under a Garcia punch before lifting his foot under Garcia's face and dropping back.
Simone: Kiss this!
Ivan charges out of the corner but J2H ducks a clothesline. As he does, Casey pulls back a huge right hand and drills Ivan in the head, knocking him clean out!
Adams: Kiss of Death!
The crowd boo as J2H raises his clenched fist in the "Power" sign, before opening his hand for Casey to high five. J2H turns around to the crowd, and hits a button on the side of the headset and speaks to the crowd.
J2H: Give the people what they want is one of the biggest rules in this business and that's what I've just given you, just by being here.
The boos rain down on J2H.
J2H: Last time you saw me a couple of weeks ago, you saw a J2H that had to admit stuff that I really didn't want to because it made me look like a fool, but that one big moment of honesty has brought me back to your screens again.
The fans boo again as Casey nods in agreement with J2H.
J2H: Boo all you want, you were the ones who put me back here.
Adams: What 'chu talkin' bout Willis?
Simone: No one under the age of thirty is gonna get that reference.
J2H: You see, I left Mayhem in Morocco as the talking point, I left there with so many saying poor James, and that through one little video with Power Play in, people actually missed us and wanted us back in SCW.
J2H runs his hands in his hair.
J2H: Well Mr Ringo is probably chasing barely legals down in Miami Beach, and Giani is trying to pound Veronica Taylor in every dressing room on this tour, but thankfully, you don't get to see that, but what you do get to see is the heartbeat of Power Play right here, back and about to kick the hell out of SCW once more.
The crowd instantly boo the arrogant youngster.
J2H: Again, you put me back here. You made it impossible for Hot Stuff Mark Ward not to offer me a new contract on my terms... My terms including no returns for make believe brides, but he had to give me a deal once more because he saw how popular I am, he saw that you wanted me here, he saw that J2H is money. He saw he needed me for you and your prayers have been answered.
J2H points both thumbs at himself as he turns to Casey.
J2H: Now I'm sure they're wondering big man, what the connection is with us. Why is J2H standing in the same ring as Casey Williams.
J2H turns around to the crowd and looks around.
J2H: This man and I have known each other for years, this man has been following my career more than you know. All those years ago when I debuted, and people was saying I couldn't wrestle, that I couldn't cut a promo for shit, regardless of how many people I beat, you many titles I won, people would mock me, take great pleasure in seeing me fuck up. I had to walk backstage as an outsider while everyone else had their little frat buddies and sorority bitches, and mock me. They laughed when I walked past, they spoke behind my back, they mocked me openly on social media, but Casey Williams never did.
J2H points a thumb towards Casey.
J2H: Casey Williams didn't mock me, Casey Williams tapped me on the back and congratulated me on winning instead of laughing. Hell, this man took me to meet his wife and kids, while everyone backstage acted like spoilt little children with God given rights to be there. This man treated me as an equal.
J2H looks up at the ceiling before looking back at crowd.
J2H: Two weeks ago at the supercard, when I walked back from exposing the truth behind the biggest lie of my life, some people couldn't look at me, some looked at me with pity, others hid laughs at the way I got played, but Casey did not. He put a hand on my shoulder and told me this was the best thing that could have happened to me, because it's time to show you all what I'm all about. When I returned, I was gold standard, only to be watered down to bronze level for one drunken fuck up.
J2H shakes his head.
J2H: That wasn't me, because I'm better than bronze, I'm fucking platinum, and now with this man watching my back to stop you little jealous bastards from trying to cut me down, I will never drop down to bronze again, I will always be at highest standard possible. I don't care which of you idiots wanna make childish jokes on social media.... I'm looking in your direction Ramone... I will repay the faith shown in me by this man.
J2H moves next to Casey.
J2H: See, Dying Breed embarrassed this man and now they're extinct, but me, I will go out and grab some gold, any gold and show him what it's like to manage a real champion.
A wide smile crosses J2H's face.
J2H: So SCW, you line them up and I will knock them down, the real J2H is back, and that means you lot are all fucked. That's real talk bitches! Hit the damn music.
"Power" blasts out from the speakers and J2H and Casey leave to boos.
Justin: The following contest is tthe Main Evet of Climax Control, and it is for the SCW Internet Championship!
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. 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.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Sapphira, he is the challeenger ... GOTH!
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 mout hand watches her walk to the time keeper.
Justin: His opponent is the reiging Internet Champion ... KRIS HALC!
The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts and the fans all on their feet and their is actually a "Ace of Clubs" chant that competing with the boos of some of the people that have known the man longer. The fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. Kris leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp.
As the lift becomes level with the stage, massive blue and purple pyro shoots from the ceiling down to the stage hitting on both sides of the smoke cloud on the stage. The lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. Kris steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. His bright purple gloves are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing black shorts and a black, form-fitting, long-sleeved shirt that reads "K-Halc?" across the front. He reaches ringside and before sliding in the ring, making his way across to his corner.
Drew Patton holds the SCW Internet Championship high in the air as Kris and Goth are finishing their final match preparations. Patton pulls the championship down and walks it over to the time keeper. He whispers something to the time keeper before walking back to the center of the ring. He looks at Goth then at Kris as both men give a nod of ready. Drew wiggles his finger toward the time keeper as the bell sounds.
Kris and Goth step out of their respective corners and start to circle each other. The lock up in the center of the ring with a collar-elbow tie up. Both men are jockeying for position as the crowd has yet to figure out what to do about this one.
Simone: This should be a good one.
Adams: Will Kris retain or will Goth become a Grand Slam Champion?
Simone: We shall watch and find out.
Goth and Kris let go of each other as they just stare in each other's eyes. They lock up again in the center of the ring as neither man seems to have any kind of advantage. They let go again as the crowd is close to the edge of their seats. Goth steps back a bit as Kris throws his arms out to the side. He shouts "What you got?" towards Goth who takes a few seconds to scan the audience. Kris is smirking up a storm as Goth strikes with a beautiful dropkick. The force of the kick knocks Kris on his back as Goth rolls onto his knees.
Kris rolls out of the ring and grabs his jaw. He is shouting profanities toward himself as Drew Patton is trying to keep Goth in the ring. Kris slowly begins to walk around the ring as he is heading towards the ramp.
Adams: Kris isn't thinking about getting himself counted out here is he?
Simone: Well the title won't change hands but these fans want to see a fight.
Drew Patton is telling Kris to get back inside the ring but he just shakes his head. Kris turns his back on the ring and begins to walk up the ramp. Drew holds Goth back once more before starting his count.
1
Goth is heavily pacing inside the ring while the crowd is letting both competitors their displeasure in this match. The sound of boos strikes a nerve in Goth as he quickly leaves the ring. Drew Patton warns Goth to get back inside the ring as well. The crowd stops booing as Drew has restarted his count.
1
Kris is only halfway up the ramp when he gets knocked down by a running forearm smash to the back of his head. The crowd erupts into heavy cheers as Goth begins to stomp the living hell out Kris. Goth bends down, lifts him off the ramp and drags him up to the stage.
4
Goth smashes Kris face first into the side panels of the entrance way as the crowd is actually enjoying it.
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3
2
3
5
Simone: This match isn't a falls count anywhere match is it?
Adams: Who cares! This match is going to set the bar for what Climax Control will show on this leg of our World Tour.
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Goth goes to smash Kris' face into the side panels again but Kris retaliates with a quick elbow to his stomach. Kris strikes again as Goth's grip is loosen around Kris' head. Goth stumbles a bit as Kris turns to face him. Goth responds with a left hook to the jaw of Kris. Kris answers with a straight right jab to Goth's face. The two are trading punches on top of the stage as the crowd is cheering and booing at the same time. Drew Patton is beside himself as he is the only man in the ring. He quickly leaves the ring himself and sprints up the ramp. He is screaming, shouting and yelling at Goth and Kris to get their asses back toward the ring.
Goth looks at Drew first and shoves him out of the way. The stage shakes a bit after Drew's butt lands on top of it. He quickly gets back up to his feet and shoves Goth back. Goth shoves Drew again as both men have entered a shoving contest. Kris is really enjoying this lapse of focus from Goth as he hops off the stage and makes his way through the crowd.
Simone: Where is Kris going?
Adams: Drew Patton should let these two go at it. These fans were really enjoying the punching match.
Drew gets one last shove as he tugs at his shirt to show Goth that he is the authority in this match. Goth snarls at Patton while turning his attention back to Kris. Right as he turns to face Kris, he had disappeared. Goth looks highly confused as Drew shrugs his shoulder. Just then, Kris begins waving at both men while sitting in an empty section of the building. Goth jumps down and breaks into a dead sprint toward Kris. Kris is snickering too himself as he watches Drew Patton's belly jiggle from all the running he has to do.
Goth closes his distance as Kris jumps to his feet, leaps onto the railing and nails Goth with a diving hurricanrana from off the railing. The full rotation of Kris' legs causes him to drive Goth head first into the exposed concrete. Drew stops dead in tracks as Kris gets to one knee.
Crowd: KRIS KILLED GOTH
The chant echoes throughout the crowd as Kris stands up to his feet. He leans down to pick Goth up as a small pool of blood is left from where he was laying. Cameras quickly show a nasty gash on top of Goth's head as blood is just gushing out and his face is covered in a crimson mask. Kris lands one right hand on top of the head as he leads Goth through the crowd.
Simone: Oh my god! Kris nearly killed Goth
Adams: That was awesome
Kris screams and motions for the crowd to move out of the way as he stops. He takes a hold of Goth's arm and looks to whip him into the steel guardrail. Goth blocks the whip twice as he counters it with a short arm t-bone suplex sending Kris over his head and having him land back first on the concrete floor.
Crowd: Holy Shit
Kris bows his back after the initial impact as Goth leans against a railing. It is obvious that Drew is letting these two men go since both men would have been counted out by now. Kris gets back up to his feet as the adrenaline starts to kick in. He charges toward Goth. However Goth was ready for him and shoots him up toward the lights before landing hip first onto the padded floor.
Simone: This has been one hell of an Internet Championship match
Adams: Goth looks like Darth Maul with his new face paint.
Goth leaps onto the guardrail and crouches down while waiting for Kris to get up to his feet. Kris manages to roll onto his stomach while stretching his arms out underneath the ring. His hand grabs a hold of something as he tucks himself up before working his way back up to his feet. Goth motions for him to spin around as he stands up. Kris slowly spins around as Goth leaps off the guardrail. Kris opens fire with a fire extinguisher as the smoke blinds Goth and the referee. Goth manages to land awkwardly on his feet as he tries to get the burning sensation in his eyes to stop.
Kris tosses the canister to the ground as he slithers into the ring. Goth's vision finally returns as he notices Kris is back inside the ring. Goth climbs up onto the ring apron and enters the ring. As he is doing this, Kris kicks the middle rope causing Goth to get hung up. Kris quickly grabs Goth by the head and snaps off a vicious hangman's neckbreaker. Drew re-enters the ring as Kris is quickly into the cover after that neckbreaker. Drew crawls over to make the count.
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1
2
Goth manages to get a shoulder up as Kris pounds the canvas. He lifts Drew up and backs him into the corner. He starts to scream at him and threatening him. While Kris is arguing with the ref, Goth sneaks up behind him, grabs him by the arms and brings him over his back with a backslide.
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Kris quickly kicks out as Goth can't believe how slow the count was from Drew Patton.
Simone: This match has been back and forth all night long.
Adams: Kris and Goth are evenly matched.
zGoth gets up, smacks his palm with his hand showing Drew that it should have been a three count. Drew tells him it was two. Goth shoves Drew again as Kris is in a stalking position in the corner. Kris explodes out of the corner as Goth turns around and connects with a running Basiku Knee Kick.
Simone: Kris just struck Goth with the Follow Suit. This one is over with.
Adams: Wait, what is Kris doing?
With Goth lying face down on the canvas, Kris leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and jumps up with a front flip diving leg drop. His right leg lands directly across the back of Goth's neck. Without hesistation, Kris shoots the half, hooks one leg while grapevining the other. Drew drops down and pounds the canvas.
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Adams: SMACKSHOT, what a move and what a match.
Simone: Kris Halc has retained the Internet Champion in a very good match.
Justin: Here is your winner and still SCW Internet Champion....Kris Halc
Kris yanks his championship out of Drew Patton's hands while standing over Goth. He lifts the championship high in the air as "Second Heartbeat" begins to play.
Voice Over: Algiers, can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?
Once again, the boos erupt as Sean Jackson comes out in his wrestling gear. He is pointing towards the ring, his face totally focused. It has become clear that he's going to cash in his contract for the Internet Championship.
Simone: He's in his wrestling gear Jason....
Adams: It's happening Belinda, he actually....
Jason doesn't get to finish as Sean Jackson takes off in a full sprint towards the ring. As he gets to ringside, it looks as if he's going to slide under the bottom rope....
But inexplicably, he comes to a dead stop. As Sean does, the voice of Pamela Duke fills the building.
Pamela: Oh please, give me a break.
She steps out from behind the curtain and on to the stage.
Pamela: Did you really think my husband was going to cash in here in Algiers?
More boos.
As she continues, Sean begins to back away from the ring.
Pamela: Gabriel, I just wanted you to understand the severity of the situation you're in. You weren't booked here tonight, but eventually you will be...
Sean is now on the ramp, standing next to his wife. She then moves the mic over and with the look of evil intentions, Sean finishes the thought.
Jackson: And when that moment comes, I will be taking back the world heavyweight title.
Fade.
THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Sam, Erik, Dustin, The Lord MK, Andy, Mike, Blaque Hart, Mercedes, Goth, Annie. Also again to Annie for the great match banners and to all you guys keeping us on our toes!