The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Royal College Sports Complex in Colombo, Sri Lanka. 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 Sri Lankan singer and actress, Anarkali Akarsha.
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 Royal College Sports Complex in Colombo, Sri Lanka for Climax Control!
The fans in attendance cheer!
Justin: Now to sing the Sri Lankan National Anthem, please help me welcome ... Anarkali Akarsha!
The fans are on their feet, cheering the famed Sri Lankan recording artist and actress! Justin passes the house microphone to her and as the music begins to play, Anarkali Akarsha opens the show...
Anarkali Akarsha: Sri Lanka Matha, apa Sri Lanka,
Obawe apa widya, Obamaya apa sathya,
Namo Namo Nam Namo Matha.
Sundara siri barini,
Surendi athi Sobamana Lanka.
Dhanya dhanaya neka,
Mal palathuru piri, jaya bhoomiya ramya.
Apa hata sapa siri setha sadana,
Jeewanaye Matha!
Piliganu mena apa bhakthi puja,
Namo namo matha, Apa Sri Lanka,
Namo Namo Namo Namo Matha
Obawe apa shakti, Apa hada thula bhakthi.
Oba apa aloke, Aapage anuprane,
Oba apa jeewana we, Apa mukthiya obawe.
Nawa jeewana demine,
Nnithina apa Pubudu karan matha.
Gnana weerya wadawamina ragena,
Yanu mena jaya bhoomi kara.
Eka mawekuge daru kala bawina,
yamu yamu wee nopama.
Prema wada sama bheda durara da,
Namo Namo Matha, Apa Sri Lanka,
Namo Namo Namo Namo Matha.
The song ends and the crowd cheers! Anarkali Akarsha 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 watched a really cool tennis match earlier, but now I'm sitting next to Bindy, so I must be that guy who's name is on the script, which would make me Jason Adams.
Simone: Ugh... gonna be one of those nights. Anyways, we have seven great matches for you including a debut.
Adams: The very highly rated Gabriel Cross put pen to paper not long ago and he will be making his debut here tonight, as he takes on an SCW veteran in the form of Old Skool. Cross comes to us after impressing staff members, but this will not be an easy debut, because Old Skool has been known to pull off the occasional shock or two.
Simone: Melanie Gabrielle must have wondered who she upset when she saw this card.
Adams: No kidding, because tonight she goes up against the very unpredictable and crazy as a bag full of bats, Twisted Sister. We know that's not just a name because she is one of the most volitile stars in SCW. Melanie will have her hands well and truly full here.
Simone: The Nobodies have a huge chance to become somebodies tonight.
Adams: They do, they take on former SCW tag team champions, Steve Ramone and Joshua Acquin. A win against any former tag champions is enough to push you up the ranks, but we know the former champs will not go down easy as they look to bounce back from their last match defeat. Tim Staggs has been talking big on Twitter lately saying blood will be spilt tonight, but he will have a challenge to do that to two stars such as Acquin and Ramone.
Simone: Keira Fisher shocked the world at Into The Void IV by cashing in her Queen of the Hill contract on Crystal Hilton and winning the SCW Bombshell Roulette championship.
Adams: Tonight, the title is on the line as Keira makes her second defense since she won that title against the former champion. Crystal feels that she is owed this match and will do what it takes to rip the title from Keira's hands once more, but Keira is determined to become the greatest Bombshell Roulette champion in our history. This one could be war.
Simone: The Mean Girls have well and truly imploded and tonight, we will see two more of the former stable go at it.
Adams: Former tag team champions Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor fell apart recently, signalling the very end of the dominant female stable and tonight, they will be going one on one with a huge prize at the end, the winner will be crowned number one contender to Mikah's Bombshell World Championship. With a prize like that, anything can happen. How far will these two go to get a shot at Mikah, who will be joining us on commentary for that one.
Simone: Oh joy.
Adams: Sarcasm?
Simone: Obviously. Anyway, onwards to our next match. Kain came so close to taking Sean Jackson's championship at Into The Void IV, only to be screwed out of it by a Sean Jackson lookalike. Tonight, he will be letting off some steam.
Adams: Correct Bindy but he is coming up against one of the most egotistical men ever to step foot in SCW, Travis Nathaniel Andrews. Travis will be looking to blow off steam too after falling short at Into The Void IV. Both these men have something to prove and tonight, one of them will have their arm raised in victory.
Simone: Main event time and this one will not be for the weak of heart.
Adams: You take two violent stars that love to inflict pain, put a championship belt on the line and take away some rules and you have the recipe for chaos and chaos comes in the form of Lord Raab and Goth as they do battle for the Roulette.... ummmm Violence championship. Neither of these guys have limits and will do all they can to hurt the other one. We've had some crazy main events but this one could get gory. I like gory sometimes so let's get on with this show!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, he weighs in tonight at one hundred and eighty six pounds. Hailing from Chicago, Illinois... The Sin-Sational... OLD SKOOL!
Old Skool makes his appearance as his music sounds his arrival to the ring. The Sin-Sational, a man of few words but always about the fans when he come out as he high fives and shakes hands with the crowd.
Simone: Here we go!
Justin: And, his opponent...
The Lights throughout the entire Sin City Wrestling arena dim simultaneously throughout the entire arena as it plunges into darkness as the sound of a guitar being strung can be heard as it echoes throughout the arena the song can be identified as “Stairway To Heaven” by Led Zeppelin as it continues to be heard playing across the arena on the sound system across the arena. As it does a white strobe light flickers on and can be seen throughout the arena as if on cue, out of nowhere "The Scarred Sentinel" Gabriel Cross appears and can be seen swinging around to face the fans as a devilish Cheshire cat like grin can be seen on Cross' face.
Cross paces the entrance aisle, left to right as he does the fans of Sin City can be heard giving him a mixed reaction of both boo's and cheers, various chants of "You Suck", and "You’re no saint Cross" can be heard along with various Jeers, and and cheers and remarks of disdain, before finally taking center stage.
Justin: Weighing in tonight at Two-hundred and Forty-Eight pounds, he stands approximately Six foot Three inches in height. He hails from Fredericksburg, Virginia he is... "THE SCARRED SENTINEL" GAAAAAAABRIEL CROSSSSSSS!!!!!
Cross slowly walks down the entrance aisle, as he does he stands in the center of the isle, white piercing light comes shining down upon him and illuminating his figure which can be seen being illuminating under the light as he stands in the entrance aisle looking out into the darkness that surrounds him for a few seconds.
As Cross does the silhouette of his figure can be seen being lit up under the white light, Gabriel soaks in both the cheers and jeers, and chants of disdain from the fans along with the chants of approval. His eyes burn with intensity, and hatred towards those booing him, his body pounding with adrenaline and blood lust on his mind as he makes his way down to the ring.
Gabriel slowly walks on down the aisle, once near the ring Gabriel drops to his knees and throws out his arms as he looks on up at the ceiling before getting back up on his feet and walking around to the steel steps and slowly walks on up them, before entering the ring finally. Once inside the ring he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws out his arms as he continues to soak in the jeers, and cheers, and remarks of disdain, and approval from the fans at ringside and those that can be heard throughout the arena being shown toward him as he waits for his opponent to come on out from behind the black curtain to do battle.
Simone: Tonight, we witness the debut of the man known as Gabriel Cross.
Adams: I’ve done some research on Cross, and well... let’s just say Cross has experienced the full spectrum of life. When a man has gone through with what he has that can be a dangerous intangible.
Jasmine gives her final instructions to both men, and calls for the bell to signal the start of the match.
DING, DING, DING!
Old Skool gets the upper hand quickly by cracking Gabriel Cross in the jaw to kick off the match. Cross’ head snaps back, but he quickly fires back snapping back the head of Old Skool with a solid right hand of his own.
Simone: Old Skool welcomes Gabriel Cross to Sin City Wrestling with a solid first punch, but it doesn’t phase Cross in the least.
Adams: Cross looks like he’ll fit right in here in our playground! He’s not going to be pushed around in his first night here.
The two men trade lefts and rights, neither man getting the advantage in the opening minutes of the match. Old Skool throw a haymaker, but misses as Cross ducks under. Cross quickly locks his arms around the waist of Old Skool. Cross lifts his knee into the midsection of Old Skool doubling him over. Cross lifts Old Skool high in the air, and drives him hard into the mat.
Simone: Gutwrench powerbomb from Gabriel Cross!
1...
2...
Adams: Shoulder up by Old Skool! Cross is out to make a statement here tonight in his debut in front of the Sin City Wrestling faithful. He’s making quite the impression so far.
Cross keeps his hands locked around the waist of Old Skool. With a grimace, Cross deadlifts Old Skool from the mat, and high overhead again. He slams him back down into the mat again. Old Skool’s head bounces off the mat as Cross folds him over into another pin.
1...
2...
Simone: Old Skool kicks out again! He barely got out that time!
Adams: Old Skool is showing he’s got guts, but I don’t think guts is going to be enough against Gabriel Cross here tonight.
Cross pulls Old Skool back to his feet. He measures him, and smashes Old Skool with repeated European uppercuts. Old Skool hits the ropes from the force of the blows. As he bounces off the ropes, Cross cracks him with a stiff Bionic Elbow. He hits him with two more elbows for good measure, and then almost takes his head off with a stiff lariat that sends Old Skool crumbling to the mat. Cross drops down, and pins Old Skool’s shoulders to the mat yet again.
1...
2...
Simone: Foot on the bottom rope! Another near fall for the debuting Gabriel Cross. Good ring awareness by Old Skool.
Adams: That was nothing, but instinct. Old Skool is on dream street right now.
Cross gets back to his feet, and takes a moment to map out his next move in his head. Old Skool is still seeing stars, but he stumbles to his feet with the assistance of the ring ropes. Cross unloads on Old Skool with a barrage of kicks. He lights up the midsection with stiff shots that double him over. Old Skool tries to block the flurry, but Cross continues to pour it on with unbridled pressure. Old Skool stumbles back into the corner, but Cross stays on him like like a rabid animal. Cross continues the assault in the corner with lefts and rights to the torso of Old Skool. Cross backs up a couple of steps, and just as Old Skool thinks he is going to get a second to breathe... Cross cracks him on the back of the head with a step up enziguri.
Simone: Cross is like a shark! He smells the blood of Old Skool in the water, and it’s dinner time!
Cross spins Old Skool, and lifts him up on his shoulders with ease. Cross presses him off, and drives his knee with force into the face of Old Skool.
Simone: BIG KNEE!
Adams: He calls that “Cross Rhodes”, and I call that academic! This one is over folks!
1...
2...
3!
Simone: And that does it! Cross is victorious in his Sin City Wrestling Climax debut here tonight!
Justin: Your winner, via pinfall... GABRIEL CROSS!
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 twelve figures make it down to the ringside area. They all make it to the ring, surrounding it. Some climb onto the apron while others slide inside of the ring. Some use the ring steps, but they all make their way into the ring. As they gather in the center, looking out into the crowd that gives them a mixed reaction, one of the figures pulls their mask off of the face, tucking it into their jacket, revealing himself as Tim Staggs. The ground forms a half circle around Tim, except one figure who walks over to the ropes, getting a microphone and handing it to Tim. As Tim thanks them, he turns back to look out into the audience. The lights return to normal as the music fades out. Tim looks around the audience, though a serious expression fills his face. He raises the microphone to his lips, but the crowd starts a chant that cuts him off.
Crowd: THIS IS BORING! *Clap Clap Clap* THIS IS BORING! *Clap Clap Clap*
Tim’s expression sinks as bitterness takes over. He closes his eyes, rubbing at his temples before throwing his hood off of his head. As the chant continues, Tim raises the microphone to his lips to return the favor of cutting them off.
Tim: YOU’RE BORING!!!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Tim: Doesn’t feel so good, does it? But, let’s face the facts here. I’m the son of a wrestling legend. I’m a third generation star. Despite all of that, nobody knows me. Right?
Tim nods his head as he looks around to assess the reaction of the booing audience..
Tim: But, I don’t see you in the middle of a wrestling ring, with a microphone, addressing an audience, so maybe you should shut up and let me talk. I’m not going to leave the ring until I’ve said my peace, so if you’re looking forward to the real *air quotes* stars of the night, then I’d be quiet if I were you.
Simone: I’ve got to say, it’s nice to see Tim Staggs step up, but I think he could take the attitude down a notch.
Adams: As much as I agree with you, sometimes it takes attitude to get people’s attention.
Tim crosses his arms over his chest as he waits for the crowd to quiet down. Eventually they see he’s not playing around, and they give in. Tim puts a fake smile on his face, but only for a second before continuing on.
Tim: Good, now we’re on the same page. You see, what happened to The Nobodies at Into The Void IV in Dubai was pretty forgettable for most people. I’d be willing to bet that a lot of people saw it coming. Heck, even I saw it coming. But, that doesn’t make it suck any less. You might have forgotten about it already, but that night will live on in my mind for years to come. To be honest, I don’t think I’ll ever live down such an embarrassment.
Simone: We’ve all had bad nights in the business, kid. Don’t take it so personally.
Adams: I have then every time they forget to oil my chair up. A show is not complete without a couple spins, yeah?
Tim: Now, I would like to invite someone to the ring for a moment. Someone who deserves some… special recognition.
Tim walks over to the ropes, facing the announcers table. He leans against the ropes as he stares at Jason and Belinda for a moment before pointing right at the table.
Tim: Belinda? Won’t you join me in the center of the ring?
Adams: I.. I don’t think that’s such a good… Hey! Where ya going, Lindy? No, don’t do it!
Belinda sets the headset down on the table as she stands up from her seat. As Jason pleads with her away from the microphone, she narrows her eyes before walking away from the table. The crowd gives a bit of a cheer for the former competitor as she jogs up the ring steps. Tim steps aside, flinging one leg to the outside as he straddles the ropes, holding them down for Belinda. This catches her slightly off guard as she steps inside of the ring. The Nobodies walk up to her, some of equal size, while others are much, much larger. They give an almost bullying impression as they coerce her to the center of the ring. Tim watches with a sick smile on his face as he picks up on the fact that she’s starting to sweat. Tim slowly stalks her before stepping into the center of the group, right in front of Belinda.
Tim: Belinda… Miss. Simone. Or is it Missus? Never mind. I wanted to give you a special moment inside of the ring. You spend so much time behind that table over there, I figured you might want to be a part of the action for a change, I mean, aside from getting put through a table by Delia Darling of course...
Adams: There’s still a chance. Get out of there, Belinda!
Tim: You see, I made a little promise on Twitter earlier last week. Do you happen to know what that promise was?
Belinda slowly nods her head, though she is clearly beginning to regret her decision to enter the ring now as the group slowly closes in on the two. Tim winks at her as his sick smile grows.
Tim: For those of you who don’t follow me on Twitter, which is probably almost everyone… I promised that there would be blood by the plenty, spilled all across this ring. I hope Mark and Christian stocked up on the bleach...
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Tim steps up to Belinda, causing her to step back into a hooded member of The Nobodies. She quickly turns around and backs into another, hitting them like they were a brick wall. Belinda clenches her jaw, ready for a fight when Tim holds a hand up.
Tim: Whoa, whoa, whoa… Let’s not jump to conclusions here, Simone. That’s not why I brought you here. I wanted to thank you.
Tim extends his hand out toward Belinda, the sickness fading from his smile, showing only genuine friendliness now. Belinda still doesn’t trust this as she simply stares down at the hand, her jaw still clenched.
Tim: If it weren’t for your words of wisdom, I never would have gotten the idea to take charge of our little band of misfits. Somebody has to give them direction, right? It might as well be the son of Spike Staggs. The first to be inducted into the SCW Hall of Fame. Two time NeWA World Heavyweight and two time SCW Heavyweight Champion. You said it yourself. Leadership runs through my veins. That, mixed with the embarrassment in Dubai, makes for a very lethal combination… for those who stand in front of us, of course!
Tim waves his hand a bit, gesturing for Belinda to take hold of it. Reluctantly, she does accept the handshake. As she prepares to let go, Tim jerks her in close so that she can take a look into his eyes. She glares at him for a moment before he finally releases. The group makes way for her as she exits the ring and goes back to the table.
Tim: Loyalty is the key word here tonight… That is what we’ve been missing. That’s what our problem has been, and it became undeniable in Dubai. I’ve thought about this, and I could only come up with one solution. One way to weed out the weak. I’ve thought about it plenty, and an old fashioned gang style beatdown is the only way. It’s the only way… Now, with that said, I’d like to introduce our newest member...
Tim gestures over to a figure, who slowly steps up toward the center of the ring. They onto their mask, but they seem a little reluctant at first. Tim places his hand on their shoulder in a comforting manner. After a few seconds, the figure pulls back their mask and hood to reveal a brunette female that we’ve never seen before. She turns to give the audience a good look before she turns back to Tim nervously.
Tim: I introduce to you, the latest of the unmasked… Alexis Edwards!!!
Tim hands the microphone over to Alexis, who gives him a hug, still seeming a bit nervous about this. The crowd gives off a mixed reaction as Alexis takes a deep breath, bringing the microphone to her lips. The crowd gets very silent and Alexis looks around with a frown.
Alexis: What? No reaction for the newest member of not only The Nobodies but of the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell roster also? I get NOTHING from you people?!
Still having no clue who Alexis is, the crowd remains mostly silent though a few shouts of YOU SUCK are thrown her way. She glares at the ones who insulted her, but she ends up just rolling her eyes at them and bringing the microphone back to her lips to speak.
Alexis: Come on, people! You’re looking at the next big thing here! Out of all of the newest members to SCW, *I’M* the one who will be talked about the most. I am going to make waves in this place! I’m better than any other Bombshell in this place! Show me some respect!!
By this time, Alexis is now receiving a loud round of booing as she demands respect. She smirks a bit then shakes her head before she continues to speak.
Alexis: I’m sorry...that’s what I would say if I was like every other self-absorbed female on this roster, which I’m not. I’m not going to stand out here and beg for you people to like me or respect me or some shit like that because quite honestly, I’m just going to do whatever the hell I want regardless of what you people think. You don’t know who I am right now? That’s fine, because soon enough, you will. I’ll force you to watch as I storm my way through the Bombshell roster busting up the faces of all the pretty little bitches that shouldn’t even be here. Don’t notice me then? Well...just watch what happens if you don’t.
Alexis then hands the microphone back over to Tim. She folds her arms as she stands quietly at attention. Without saying another word, Tim lets the microphone hang down at his side. He looks to Alexis for a moment as her eyes slowly widen at the realization of what’s to come. She closes her eyes, taking in a deep breath as Tim mutters something to her. As he does, four female hooded members surround the two. Alexis looks to Tim and then at all four members. Tim nods his head as the women each drop some sort of weapon down their sleeves. One woman slides a pair of brass knuckles on as another wields a chain. A third has a crowbar as the last has a leather slapjack.
Simone: Oh, come on, Staggs. There’s no need for this.
Adams: She’s just a young girl, obviously not able to defend herself. This is disgusting, let’s go somewhere else...
As Jason says this, Tim shakes his head slowly before pointing to the screen. Here we can see a few of the AV team members trying to get inside of the production truck, with no luck as they pound and shout at the door. Back inside of the ring, Tim steps back, and the female with the brass knuckles catches Alexis on the right cheek, immediately cutting her open. As she spins around, the girl with the slapjack blasts her forehead, knocking her down to the ground. The girl with the chain, and the girl with the crowbar wail away at her midsection as she tries to shield herself, screaming out in pain. The girls look back to Tim, who shakes his head in the negative. Alexis curls up on the ground as the four women pound on her.
Simone: For the record, this is not at all what I had in mind when I told that young man to take charge of his team.
Adams: This is just bloody disgusting, in every sense of the word...
Alexis soon comes to accept the beating, lying there taking the boots and the steel. Her nose and bottom lip are bleeding on the mat as one of the girls punts her jaw, sending blood flying. Tim watches closely, wincing periodically as the crowd boos him. He watches as Alexis holds onto her stomach, breathing heavily as she comes back to her hands and knees. She wobbles for a moment before falling down to the mat. Tim chooses now to step in, stopping the violence as Alexis lies there bleeding. He gently nudges her as she weakly looks up at him. With a friendly smile, Tim lowers his hand to her. She looks at it for a second, sputtering blood from her lips before she takes it. He helps to hoist her up to her feet where she nearly falls over. The hooded figures cheer her on, helping to hold her up as she looks as if she is about two seconds away from passing out.
Simone: Despicable. Simply despicable.
Adams: And the smile on her face is even more sickening… Wait… is she… thanking Tim?
Alexis mouths something to Tim, who smiles back at Alexis, nodding his head as he holds her hand up in the air. “The Nobodies” by Marilyn Manson begins playing as The Nobodies slowly start to exit the ring. Tim carefully helps Alexis, who leans onto him as they walk up the ramp to a chorus of boos, soon disappearing behind the curtains.
The arena goes suddenly dark, as a child's voice plays over the p.a, as her words also flash up on the screen in red.
I can hear you breathing
Nobody here in the cradle does that anymore
How did you get in?
Will you help me?
The bassy sounds of the drums begins to play as the cello then kicks in over the p.a and finally the guitar kicks in as green lights swirls around the entrance.
4x The boogie
The boogie
The boogie Man
The song then kicks in and Amy rushes out holding her face and then suddenly stops half way down the ramp to reveal her face. She wears a black leather surgical face mask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that Amy Marshall is written in red and in Japanese. She then pulls the Internet title from her waist and raises it high in the air, with a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd.
She then continues down the ramp before climbing into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd, where she hoists the Internet belt above her head, before climbing back down and heads to the corner, where she takes off the mask and grabs a mic.
Moving to the centre of the ring, Amy places the belt onto her shoulder and continue to soak in the mixture of cheers and boos before raising the mic to her lips…
Amy: “When I became bombshell champion, I was given the opportunity to come out and discuss winning the title from Delia, but when I make history in this company, nobody says anything other than good job.
So instead I’ve decided come out here off my own back and get a few things off my chest.
But firstly… How does this Internet title look on my shoulder?”
The crowd give a mixed reaction.
Amy: “This title is even more special now as it’s held by the one and only Grand Slam Champion… something no MAN or WOMAN has ever done before. And there is one person I would like to thank in helping me achieve this. And that is Roxi Johnson…
Thank you Roxi…
I couldn’t have done it without you, even if you put up a little bit of a fight, but lets face it I broke you and it was so god damn easy. Pathetic really.”
All of a sudden the crowd begin to cheer as Keira rushes down the ramp followed close behind by Roxi, as Amy backs away and prepares for a battle, but as Keira gets into the ring and tries to make a beeline for Amy, however, Roxi stops her.
Roxi: ‘KEIRA DON’T”
Roxi screams, as she steps in front of Keira and argues that its between her and Amy, as Amy watches on shaking her head and lets them continue to bicker for a few moments before getting quickly bored and goes charging in and pushes Keira into Roxi. They bump heads, as Amy throws Keira out of the ring and Amy spins the stunned Roxi round and demands a fight, but Roxi blinks at her for a few moments.
Amy: ‘BROKEN PATHETIC HAS-BEEN’
Amy shouts and promptly hits the Bad Girl on Roxi before getting to her feet and picking up the Internet title and places one foot on Roxi’s chest and raises the title above her head. Taking in the chorus of boos, Keira is back on her feet but before she can get back into the ring, security appears and Amy quickly bolts from the ring and goes into the crowd.
Once in the crowd Amy stands on the stairway where she raises the Internet title above her head and points and laughs at Keira and Roxi, as Boogieman hits over the p.a.
Justin: Our next match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Copenhagen, Denmark, She is the ‘Dark Angel’ Melanie Gabrielle….
The lights turn pink, red and purple as "Evil Angel" by: Breaking Benjamin plays. Melanie Gabrielle walks out with her sword in hand. She raises it up into the air and lets out a battle cry. Melanie walks down the ramp as the crowd cheers loudly for her. As she gets into the ring, the lights turn off and a spot light is on her. She jumps into the ring and walks into the center. Melanie takes her crown off her head and tosses into the air. She catches it as the lights turn to normal.
Justin: And her opponent. From Los Angeles, California! Twisted Sister…
The rock band Twisted Sister's anthem of "Burn In Hell" blares across the building and the crowd boos as Twisted Sister is escorted through the stage curtains by professional security, her arms bound around her in a secured straight jacket. She screams wildly, thrashing and kicking her legs as the guards have to practically have to carry her to the ring. At ringside, they carefully unfasten her straight jacket and she quickly climbs into the ring and dashes around, screaming like a lunatic.
DING DING DING
The bell rings and Twisted Sister continues to dash around screaming like a lunatic, as she turns her attention to Melanie and goes after her, but Melanie dives out the ring and Twisted Sister gives chase.
Simone: Melanie has the right idea to get of the ring.
Adams: She obviously watches Twisted Sisters last match and knows she pounces before the bell rings.
They run around the ring the once, as Melanie slides back in as does Twisted Sister, but Melanie is one step ahead and delivers an elbow to the back of the neck of Twister Sister, slowing her down.
Simone: That will stop Twisted Sister for a bit.
Melanie then begins to stomp on Twisted Sisters body keeping her grounded and away from power moves of Twisted Sister, as Melanie turns and delivers a springboard leg drop onto Twister sister before going for a quick pin.
Adams: An early pin here…
1…
2…
Kickout…
Simone: unfortunately its too early and Melanie has to do a lot more to wear down Twisted Sister.
Twisted Sister kicks out with ease, as Melanie shakes her head and grabs Twisted Sister by her wild hair and pulls her to feet, where Melanie delivers a European uppercut, before whipping Twisted Sister into the turnbuckle and goes to follow up with a stinger splash, but Twister Sister moves and Melanie crashes chest first into the turnbuckle.
Adams: Crash and burn.
Simone: This may give Twisted Sister the opening she needs.
Melanie turns holding her chest and Twister Sister hits her with her a boot to the face.
Simone: Big boot from Twisted Sister.
Adams: Her pretty face…
Twisted Sister screams like a banshee before pulling Melanie up the hair and flings her across the ring, as the referee admonishes Twisted Sister for the hair pulling, but Twisted Sister grins manically not caring as she goes over to Melanie and picks up her and promptly hits a body slam.
Simone: I think Twisted Sister has a few strands of hair in her hands there.
Adams: And not letting up either, as she follows up with a body slam.
She then turns and bounces off the ropes goes for an elbow drop, but Melanie moves and Twisted Sister’s elbow bounces off the mat, but instead of screaming in pain, she just laughs and holds her elbow.
Adams: How is she just laughing… that isn’t right.
Simone: uh hello… this is Twisted Sister we’re talking about here. She isn’t right in the head.
Melanie meanwhile rolls herself to the ropes, where she grabs the ropes and hauls herself to her feet, as she sucks in some air before charging and hitting the ropes and going for a springboard moonsault but Twisted Sister moves and rolls out of the ring as Melanie lands on her feet.
Adams: Great agility and awareness there.
Simone: Indeed.
Melanie looks around and spots Twisted Sister shaking off the supposed pain in her elbow and taking advantage of this, Melanie turns and once again bounces off the ropes and suicide dives through the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, ploughing Twisted Sister in the barricade.
Adams: Holy…
Simone: JASON!
Adams: What? I was just going to say holy suicide dive… that was crazy. Melanie is doing everything she can to keep Twisted Sister grounded.
Melanie is quickly to her feet and rolls back into the, as the ref begins to count out Twisted Sister.
Simone: Great plan here from Melanie.
1...
2…
Twisted Sister slowly begins to move.
3…
4…
5…
Melanie begins to pace, watching Twisted Sister carefully. Twisted Sister meanwhile, shakes away the cobwebs and gradually gets to her feet using the barrier as help.
Adams: Don’t think Twisted Sister can be counted out that easily.
Simone: Unfortunately Melanie is going to have to fight.
6…
7…
8…
Hearing the ref counting closer to 10, Twisted Sister stumbles to the ring apron and slides herself into the ring stopping the ref counting as Melanie shakes her head before walking over and grabbing Twisted Sister and pulling her to the centre of the ring, where she stomps on Twisted Sister a few times before picking her up and then quickly hitting a DDT.
Adams: Close call for Twisted Sister, but Melanie is back on her.
Melanie then heads to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle as she prepares to go for her Heaven and Hell (Shooting Star-Senton) finisher. As she goes for the shooting star-Senton, Twisted Sister gets her knees up and Melanie comes crashing down on her knees
Simone: Twisted Sister had that scouted unfortunately.
Adams: I personally thought this match was over and so did Mel.
Melanie rolls around on the mat, holding her back, as Twisted Sister grabs the ropes and once more pulls herself to her feet, where she stumbles over to Melanie, where she mounts her and begins to punch and slap her and even goes as far as choking Melanie, but the ref kicks Twisted Sisters hands away.
Adams: Naughty naughty Twisted Sister.
Simone: You’re surprised by Twisted Sister’s actions.
Adams: Not really.
Twisted Sister glares at the ref and screams at them, as she turns and pulls Melanie to her feet, where she clubs her back a few times and then hoists Melanie up on to her shoulders, as she goes to hit a powerbomb, but Melanie begins to fight back, as she punches Twisted Sister.
Simone: Melanie beginning to fight back here.
Adams: She better get out of her current position, otherwise it won’t end well.
As Melanie begins to fight out of her current predicament, Twisted Sisters grip begins to loosen and Melanie is able to get escape and slide down Twisted Sister body, as Twisted Sister she takes wild swings but none connect to Melanie.
Simone: Melanie is fighting back here as she ducks the wild swings of Twisted Sister.
Melanie then begins to kick Twisted Sisters legs before surprising her with a European uppercut.
Adams: Is this the come back?
With Twisted Sister momentarily stunned, Melanie hits a enziguri, which sends Twisted Sister to the mat. This gives Melanie the opening she needs.
Simone: Melanie showing why she is one of the fastest rising stars here in SCW.
Melanie grabs the legs of Twisted Sister and begins to wrap her in the A Royal Execution (Inverted sharpshooter with double chicken wing Combo), as Twisted Sister struggles to free herself, but Melanie is able to lock in the move and with nowhere to go as much as she tries to escape, she has no option to tap out.
Adams: Melanie looks to sew up this match.
Melanie holds the submission move in for a few moments longer before letting go as Evil Angel by Breaking Benjamin hits over the p.a, as the ref comes over and raises Melanie’s arm high.
Simone: Melanie has done it, she has beaten the power game and made Twisted Sister tap out.
Justin: Winner of this match by submission…MELANIE GABRIELLE!!
The big screen on the entrance ramp comes to life, revealing the current SCW world heavyweight champion Sean Jackson and his attorney Marshall Owens. Both are standing in front of a dark backdrop with the words "via satelite" on the top right of the screen.
Both are dressed in suits and Sean Jackson has the world championship draped over his shoulder. Within moments, a hush grows over the stadium as Sean mockinly clears his throat several times.
Jackson: Oh I'm sorry....
From off screen, someone hands him a glass of champagne which he begins to drink. After taking a sip, Sean wipes his lip and goes back to speaking.
Jackson: My throat was dry.
As Marshall Owens cracks a smile, Sean continues.
Jackson: Giving interviews four times a day isn't easy, but as the world heavyweight champion, it's a job that a world class athlete such as myself has to be prepared to do.
The world champion leans forward in his seat.
Jackson: Not that anybody in Sri Lanka would know anything about being a world class athlete.
Yep, that draws some cheap heat.
Jackson: Your number one sport is a lame game called Cricket, and please don't get me started on your joke brand of wrestling.
the boos continue because wrestling in the number two sport in Sri Lanka.
Jackson: I heard last month your own wrestling federation forced it's wrestlers to pay their own way to India...
Marshall mockingly throws his hands in the air, clearly faking disgust at the notion of athletes paying their own way.
Jackson: I mean, who has heard of such a thing? When I travel to another country, Sin City Wrestling flips the bill with love and admiration.
He holds his hand out in front of him, his wrist exposed to the camera which shows a $4,000 solid gold watch on it.
Jackson: Hell, the contract I signed from Mark Ward, enabled me to afford this.
The fans look on with wide eyed disbelief. Most of them have never seen a $4,000 watch.
Jackson: Which is the reason Mr. Ward works as hard as he does in order to keep me happy. Because he knows that each and every one of you are here tonight...
The world champion points back towards himself.
Jackson: Just to see me....
Now the boos really erupt. It is so loud, many in the city of Colombo think that a storm is brewing, and maybe it is. However, since neither are anywhere near Sri Lanka...neither give a damn.
Jackson: the real world champion, and not some fake wannabee like Kain.
Yeah, that's going to cause a bit of trouble in the back. After what happened during the main event at Into The Void, you would think Sean Jackson would learn when to keep his mouth shut...
Jackson: The man who would want each and every one of you to believe that I cheated him out of the title at Into The Void...
Marshall shakes his head from side to side, all the while saying no, no, no...just barely audible for the camera to pick it up
Jackson: That I could possibly stoop so low as to even attempt twin magic...
Sean slips a quick glance at Marshall Owens, who returns the look as Sean turns back to the camera.
Jackson: In order to beat a nothing happening, never could be, pretender like him.
The world champion begins to point towards the camera, completely shocked that anyone would believe such a story.
Jackson: Now I know Christian Underwood has been blowing up my twitter account, accusing me of stealing the world championship for a second time. But I want each and every one of you to know, that I would never cheat in order to win a match.
Marshall shows his approval by clapping, just barely louder than a golf clap. A move that draws more boos from the Sri Lanka fans.
Jackson: Would Team USA need to cheat in order to defeat Sri Lanka in basketball?
Sean shakes his head.
Jackson: Of course not, it would be absurd. So to think I would purposely hide under the ring, pay someone to get involved in the match, then lay there for Kain to pin them is rediculous at best...
Of course Sean is about to say something to get himself in trouble with Kain. You know that he simply can't help himself.
Jackson: But then again, we are talking about Kain now aren't we? He probably knew he was going to get his ass handed to him, so he hired some nobody to dress like me in hopes the referee wouldn't catch it....
This is when Marshall Owens leans in and whispers something to the world champion. Sean nods while turning the floor over to his attorney who begins addressing the issue.
Marshall: Thanks champ, I'll take it from here. Now then, this goes out to both Christian Underwood and Kain. It is obvious that the two of you are trying to smear my client's good name, even trying to cheapen his accomplishments. So what I'm going to do now is give you both a warning...
Marshall holds his index finger up and the camera pans in tight.
Marshall: Any further slanderous comments against my client, without substantiated proof, will result in a lawsuit against Sin City Wrestling. It is clear that my client had nothing to do with Kain losing at Into The Void. It simply wasn't my client's fault that Kain grabbed an imposter, that he clearly planted himself, and got caught cheating by an eagle eyed referee.
Sean is smiling now, clearly enjoying the beauty of twin magic.
Marshall: Who by the way, needs to be commended for doing the right thing. So Jasmine, I know that we have been critical of you in the past, but as a token of our appreciation we want to say...
A slight pause happens before...
Marshall and Sean: Thank you.
A milisecond of a pause.
Jackson: I know it took a lot of guts Jasmine. You've probably taken an awful lot of heat from Christian and Kain for doing the right thing, but I'm happy you stood by your guns and didn't allow Kain to cheat.
More boos.
Jackson: It's a shame people have to take shortcuts in order to get ahead. That they feel the need to cheat truly gifted athletes such as myself, without giving their treachery a second thought.
Sean lifts the world heavyweight title.
Jackson: Jasmine, you saved my world title...and I won't ever forget that. So again, thank you.
With that, Sean turns his attention back to Marshall Owens.
Jackson: How was that?
Marshall: It was beautiful, a true work of art.
They both begin to walk off screen.
Jackson: You think so?
Marshall: Oh yes, absolutely.
The camera stays on the black backdrop for a few moments longer before shifting back to Belinda and Jason.
Justin: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring first..
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.
Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 195 pounds... Tim Staggs!
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, one of the figures pulls his hood back, yanking his mask off to reveal Tim Staggs. He 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 rests in one of the far corners, sinking down to a seated position.
Justin: And his tag team partner...
The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as "The Nobodies" starts to blast through the arena speakers. Purple and dark blue lights strobe on the stage. As the words come into the song, a figure comes out and onto the stage. The crowds chatters instead of boos or cheers coming from them. In a dark colored hoodie, pulled up over his head, Kris steps down the ramp, slowly making his way towards the ring. The lights start to get brighter as he makes his way down the ramp, dead center of the aisle avoiding the fans reaching out to touch him, his eyes on the floor in front of him.
Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 195 pounds... Tim Staggs!
As he gets to the ring he hops up onto the apron before stepping between the ropes and into the center of the ring. He slowly unzips the jacket and tosses it out of the ring nearest to the timekeeper, as the music comes to a stop.
Justin: And their opponents, introducing first… from Las Vegas, Nevada... weighing in at 227 pounds… "SCW's Nightmare" Joshua Acquin!
”Nightmare” hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd. As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans. Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up his arms.
Justin: And his tag team partner… from Queens, New York... weighing in at 200 pounds… "the Fearless One" Steve Ramone!
Following that quote the opening riff to "I Want The World.....and Everything In It" by Battle Beast hits the speakers as the lights dim and the crowd boos as "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone comes out first air guitaring to the song before he is joined by Andreas and Cyrus, the three men ignore the fans at ringside whilst they walk down to the ringside as Steve sings along to the lyrics before they reach the ringside area where Cyrus and Andreas enter the ring first followed by Steve, they pose for the crowd before they begin to talk about the upcoming match.
Simone: The Nobodies are in tag team action here against the former tag team Champions, this one could be a great match!!
Adams: Isn’t every SCW match… a great match?
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The bell sounds as Halc and Ramone stay in the ring with each other. Both of these two lost their Championship gold at Into the Void and both are hungry to get revenge, on anyone that they can. They are quick to move in towards each other as they lock hands! They struggle for a bit but Halc pulls Ramone into a quick headlock! Ramone slaps his fist against the inside of Halc’s ribs a few times, forcing him off of him and into the ropes. Halc bounces off of the ropes, coming back and hitting a shoulder to the chest that knocks Ramone to the canvas, but only for a second as Ramone pops back up, only to be sent down by a clothesline from Halc. Ramone is up once again and Halc goes for another clothesline but Ramone ducks it, running and bouncing off of the ropes as he jumps towards Halc who catches him with a mid air spinebuster! Halc drills Ramone right into the canvas, and quickly goes for the first pin of the match, the count...
..1
..2
..kickout by Ramone after a short 2 count!
Halc shrugs a shoulder as he stands up, grabbing Ramone by his long hair and lifting him up with him. Halc hits a nice knee to the gut of Ramone and then tosses him towards the turnbuckle! Halc runs, jumping and hitting a huge body splash on Ramone! Ramone staggers a bit as Halc runs towards the ropes, coming back and hitting a huge jumping flying fist to the face of Ramone, sending him right into the canvas! Halc showed off some height and vert on both of those moves as he stands up smiling with confidence. Halc stalks Ramone who is slowly making his way to his feet, a bit wobbly and beat up after taking quite the beating. Halc grabs Ramone by the shoulder, spinning him around and hitting him with a huge European uppercut! This staggers Ramone who falls back against the ropes, bouncing back and coming right into a huge sit down jawbreaker! The cover...
Simone: Ouch, I even felt that one!
Adams: I think we all did, what a damn jawbreaker!
..1
..2
..kickout again by Ramone after another 2 count!
Halc shakes his head, he thought he had that one as he grabs Ramone by the hair once again, pulling him to his feet as Halc stands up as well. Halc delivers Ramone towards the turnbuckle again, running right behind him and going for a huge clothesline but Ramone rolls out of the way and Halc meets the turnbuckle chest first! Halc staggers backwards as Ramone runs at Halc and hits a dropkick to the back of the knee of Halc who quickly hits the canvas back first. Ramone smirks, standing up, a bit beat up and feeling it but he is to his feet. Halc stands up as well, limping a bit as he walks right into a huge kick to the gut from Ramone, Ramone grabs Halc by the head and sets him up for a suplex… standing straight up, and falling right back! A huge standing suplex by Ramone who goes for a quick cover of his own...
..1
..2
..kickout by Halc, not letting a suplex put him out…
Halc was able to get a shoulder up on that one and Ramone thought he had it in the bag, not so easy though. Ramone stands up, pulling Halc up with him as he hits a kick to the gut again and then hits a huge clothesline that sends Halc back to the canvas. Ramone runs towards the ropes as he jumps for the middle rope, looking for a lionsault but Halc moves out of the way as Ramone bounces stomach first off of the canvas! Ramone hops to his feet in pain, holding his stomach as he staggers around the ring and staggers right into a huge running wheel kick from Halc! Halc hits the move, standing up, as he staggers around and falls backwards, his hand hitting the hand of Staggs as he hits the canvas and tags Staggs into the match!
Simone: Staggs is coming in!
Adams: He looks beyond ready to get into this match!
Staggs comes in fresh and Ramone stands up, charging at him and looking for a right hand but Staggs ducks it, brawling away with right hands to Ramone, hitting one that sends him straight to the canvas! Acquin enters the ring, running at Staggs, only to be speared to the ground by Staggs! Acquin rolls right out of the ring as Staggs stands up and begins to stalk Ramone! This could be it, Ramone better not turn around! Ramone staggers to his feet, his back to Staggs… Ramone turns around and… kick to the gut! Staggs runs opposite side, bouncing off of the ropes and… running bulldog! Not the move we were expecting, but definitely a big move from Staggs! Ramone hits face first into the canvas as he holds his face in pain! Staggs goes for the cover...
..1
..2
..broken up by Acquin!
Simone: Wow, Acquin saving that one for his team!!
Adams: These two may have not been a team for long, but they have great chemistry as a tag team in that ring together!
Acquin breaks it up out of nowhere and begins to hammer away with hammer fists to the head and back of the neck of Staggs! Staggs tries to roll out of the way but Acquin continues the assault! Referee Drew Patton grabs Acquin, finally pulling him off of Staggs as he falls back with Acquin! Patton is trying to push Acquin out of the ring but he won’t obey, he wants more. Staggs stands to his feet, signaling for Patton to get Acquin back to the apron! While this is going on, Ramone has snuck up behind Staggs and, low blow! Ramone with a huge low blow to Staggs who holds himself in pain! Ramone spins Staggs around and, DDT! Acquin slides out of the ring and Ramone goes for the cover, Staggs is barely moving and this looks like it is it...
..1
..2
..broken up by Halc, and Acquin is back!
Acquin runs at Halc who fights back as the two begin to exchange right hands! Halc hits a vicious right hand that staggers Acquin backwards and… BAM! A knee to the gut of Halc from Ramone! Ramone whips Halc to the ropes but Halc comes back with a huge clothesline that nearly flips Ramone in mid air! Halc smirks and then BAM! Acquin dropkicks Halc, sending him right over the top rope! Acquin smirks as he turns around and, BAM! Kick to the gut from Staggs… Staggs locks in a Scorpion Cross Lock! Acquin has nowhere to go! Acquin is in so much pain and… Acquin taps!!!
Simone: Acquin taps out!
Adams: It’s over, it’s all over!
Simone: What a move, but wait… isn’t Ramone the legal man?!
Adams: I think you’re right Patton is trying to tell Staggs that...
Staggs throws his arms in the air as he begins to celebrate. Drew Patton goes up to Staggs, trying to tell him something but he is too busy celebrating, being extremely happy. Then out of nowhere, Steve Ramone runs at Staggs and hits him with a vicious dropkick to the face! Staggs goes straight to the canvas as he holds his face in pain.
Simone: Ouch, that one hurt...
Adams: Yeah, that one is going to be felt for a few weeks...!
Ramone smirks as he walks over to Acquin, tagging Acquin into the ring as Acquin walks towards Staggs. Acquin smirks as he grabs Staggs by the hair Acquin goes to pick Staggs up but, quick roll up by Staggs… Acquin is the legal man this time...
Simone: What a roll up!!
Adams: He has the leg locked, that is super important!!
..1
..2
..3?!
Simone: Three!
Adams: Kickout!
..2 COUNT!
Wow, what a close one… Acquin kicked out right as Patton’s hand hit the canvas for the third time, Acquin is up to his feet as is Staggs who is pleading his case to Patton! Acquin runs at Staggs but Staggs side steps, a hip toss… scorpion cross lock! Untitled No. 1! It’s locked in tight and within about four seconds, Acquin is tapping! Acquin continues to tap as Patton signals for the bell!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Justin: Here are your winners, Tim Staggs and Kris Halc!
Simone: Wow, what a crazy few events there to end that one!
Adams: Staggs really stole the show at the end there, the questionable two count and then quickly finishing things off right after, great job by Tim Staggs!
The crowd gives off a mixed reaction, some happy to see Steve Ramone and Joshua Acquin writhing in defeat, while others boo the growing arrogance of Tim Staggs. He jumps up to his feet in celebration, not even looking to his own partner for support. He raises his own arm in the air as he looks down at Acquin as he shouts down at them. He looks down at Aquin before nudging them with his foot. This prompts Steve Ramone to step inside of the ring. Tim mouths something to Steve Ramone which doesn't set well with him. Steve Ramone charges over at Tim, but Tim ducks a high knee attempt, taking Ramone by the leg and hitting a Dragon Screw Takedown. In the meantime, Kris leaves the ring, with a possible two on one scenario.
Simone: Since When does Tim celebrate like this after a match?
Adams: Since a certain somebody gave him a Twitter pep talk about taking charge. Besides, it is his first win after all...
Tim looks down at Acquin, and without hesitation, he lifts Acquin off of the mat and throws him over to the ropes. Not letting him get far, Tim collides with a Kitchen Sink to his knee pad. As Acquin bounces back, Tim grabs onto the back of his head, shoving his face down to the ropes as he roughly grinds it into them. Steve Ramone is now to his feet, and he runs at Tim, clobbering him against the back. This shoves Acquin to the outside of the ring. As Ramone clobbers on Tim, he whips him into the ropes, but on the rebound, Tim ducks, tripping Ramone onto the turnbuckle. As he does so, a masked man rushes down to the ring, sliding inside. He has a barbed wire bat in his hand, and he tosses it over to Tim. Tim catches it, and he stalks Ramone carefully. However, he doesn't see Acquin slide back inside of the ring. Acquin charges at him, and the hooded figure shouts out to Tim. At the last possible second, Tim clobbers Acquin across the head with the bat, instantly busting him open.
Crowd: *POP!*
Simone: That was sick!
Adams: But the crowd is actually loving this.
Tim stares down at Acquin for a second as he winds the bat up. However, at the last second, he turns around and bashes Ramone across the back, tearing at his flesh. He grabs onto Ramone's hair, lifting him up as he runs the bat across Ramone's forehead, cutting his forehead open. Once he is satisfied, he tosses Ramone down to the mat, letting the blood flow from him. He lifts Acquin up, doing the same to him. He stares down at him with a sickening smile before tossing him down to the mat. Security comes down to the ringside area as Tim holds the bloody bat up into the air. "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson plays over the speakers as Tim looks at his handiwork. As security floods the ring, Tim makes a hasty escape with his masked cohort. Again, he holds the bat up in the air as they walk backwards up the ramp.
Simone: Tim has definitely made good on his promise of blood tonight.
Adams: That he has! One has to wonder to what depths he will sink to be taken seriously from here on out?
The camera's filtered to the back to show a limousine pulling up to the arena. Alphonso gets out of the car and the fans in the arena show their reactions; mostly boo's but a few cheers here and there. He adjusts his suit jacket before walking to the back of the limousine and opens the door, holding it open as Mikah steps out. She adjusts her turquoise blue dress that was skin tight and short. She turns her nose up at the sight of the arena as she adjusts her championship that is on her right shoulder.
Mikah: "Can you believe the sight of this place, Alphonso?"
Alphonso looks rather conflicted about the situation at hand. Not wanting to step on management's toes.
Alphonso: "No ma'am."
But at the end of the day, he was employed by her to drive her around. She rolls her eyes before flicking her hair over her shoulder.
Mikah: "I can't believe management expected me to show up here and be happy about it. Thank GOD that I can leave after the stupid match and go right back to New York City."
She doesn't wait for Alphonso's response as she begins to walk towards the door before she stops as she sees SCW's own interviewer, Pussy Willow walking towards her. Mikah groans before looking at the bimbo.
Pussy: "Mikah, may I ask a few questions please?!"
Mikah gives the woman a look before looking back at the limousine.
Mikah: "You just asked one, did you not?"
Pussy: "What are your thoughts on the match between Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez?"
Mikah laughs before looking at Pussy Willow.
Mikah: "Thoughts? I have some thoughts but between those two, I'm sure there isn't an inkling of brain activity between them. And I really, really wish they weren't the two fighting for the number one contender's shot for MY title."
She adjusts her championship once more before smirking at Pussy Willow.
Pussy: "By the wa--"
Mikah: "I can't believe you came over here to ask me questions about their match. Where's MY congratulations on retaining my championship at Into the Void?! Are all you people employed by Christian Underwood?! Because you sure are acting as rude and inconsiderate as he is. You know what?"
She glowers a bit at Pussy Willow.
Mikah: "You do not deserve to ask me anymore questions. Ever again. If I see you come up to me again, I will knock your head off. Got it?"
Mikah literally pushes Pussy Willow out of the way before heading into the arena, ready to leave already.
The cameras cut to the backstage area where Ethan Alexander is seen walking solo. Alexander is not dressed for action as he sports a pair of blue Express jeans, a white t-shirt that reads Danger Zone across the chest, and his hair pulled back in a ponytail behind his head. He smirks as he runs his hand back through his hair. He is looking extremely confident with his newly won SCW World Tag Team Championship on his right shoulder. Ethan turns a corner and comes face to face with the SCW Bombshell Lucy Seraphina. Ethan stops, looking at Lucy, not recognizing her as she stares back at him. Lucy is in a black dress and matching heels.
Ethan Alexander: Hmm, I haven’t seen you around here before. You’d think I would remember a face like that, are you that new interviewer I heard about?
Lucy Seraphina: No I’m not.
Ethan runs his left hand along the bottom of his chin, his confident smirk still slapped across his face. Ethan nods his head, and he gives it a second shot.
Ethan Alexander: Oh, new commentator? Some type of authority? Am I getting any closer?
Ethan continues to stare forward at Lucy, shrugging his left shoulder as she chuckles a bit and responds.
Lucy Seraphina: Nope, nope and nope. But I know who you are.
Lucy winks at Ethan, as he stares back, nodding his head confidently.
Ethan Alexander: Well, of course you do. I think the majority of people know who I am, not to sound conceited but, usually a man with gold on his shoulder is pretty well known. So tell me, what are you doing around here if you aren’t an interviewer, commentator, or any of those things… I’m all out of idea of what you could be doing around here...
Lucy Seraphina: Simple, I’m a wrestler. You know my sister and her husband.
Ethan looks a bit shocked as he chuckles a bit.
Ethan Alexander: You almost had be there for a second… for real though, what do you do here?
Ethan shakes his head while smiling as he crosses his arms over his chest, still staring towards Lucy.
Lucy Seraphina: I wrestle. I’m Lucy Seraphina, one half of the Angel Clan.
Ethan Alexander: Oh shit, you really are being serious? Wow, I would have never guessed… I guess I didn’t really picture you as a wrestler at first sight, still having a hard time to. Have you made your debut yet? I’d introduce myself, but I don’t think it’s needed...
Ethan smirks confidently as he nods his head once, his arms still crossed across his chest as he stares at Lucy.
Lucy Seraphina: Yes I’ve had three matches. First was against Roxi and Keira, second was again the Nurse and the third was against Jade at the pay-per-view.
Lucy muttered in Russian and shook her head.
Ethan Alexander: Three matches, hmm just as many as me… so where is your gold then?
Ethan pokes a joke at Lucy as he won Championship gold in three matches and she stood before him without any of her own. Ethan hoping Lucy would have a sense of humor as he smirks, letting his arms full to his sides. Lucy smiled and chuckled getting that he was joking.
Lucy Seraphina: It’s missing!
Lucy laughs as she joked.
Ethan Alexander: I guess we will have to find it then. You booked tonight, maybe I can check you out if you are… see what you are made of.
Ethan smirked as he waited for Lucy’s reply.
Lucy Seraphina: I’m not, that would be my older sister Mel that’s booked.
Ethan nodded his head, she didn’t exactly look like she was booked, judging by the dress and heels… I guess that one flew right over Ethan’s head.
Ethan Alexander: Oh well, you get to enjoy the week off just like I do… I was just heading back to my locker room, maybe watch the show a bit and have a drink or two.
Ethan pauses for a second...
Ethan Alexander: Were you interested in joining me? Maybe I can get to know Ms. Lucy a little bit better...
Lucy Seraphina:Sure, why not I’d like that honestly.
Lucy smiles at Ethan who nods his head, he doesn’t say anything, just signals for Lucy to follow him as he begins to walk. Lucy smiles as she begins to walk with Ethan, we can hear some chit chat in the distance but nothing that we can quite make out as the two turn a corner and cut out of the camera frame.
The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control were we see the new SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Keira Fisher and her challenger Crystal Hilton who is glaring daggers at the woman who cashed in her Queen of the Hill Contract on her after her Roulette Title defence at Into the Void IV.
Simone: Crystal defeated Candy Overton at Into the Void IV only to have Keira Fisher cash in her Queen of the Hill contract as soon as the match was over.
Adams: And to add insult to injury Keira went on to defend the Roulette Title the same night against Traci Patterson that just gave Crystal more incentive to win it back.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready ladies?
The two women nod and Ms. Rocky Mountains spins the wheel, it passes by several fan favourites like Ladder, TLC, Street Fight and many others and when it slows down it looks like it’s going to stop on Barbed Wire Hell in a Cell Inferno match……but it nudges over onto the next stipulation.
Simone: A normal match?!
Adams: No stipulations, just a normal match? Considering how long the Roulette Titles have been a part of SCW I’m surprised that it took this long for it to stop on that!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Good luck ladies.
The two women quickly leave as the camera cuts to ringside.
Justin: The following contest is for the Bombshell Roulette Championship! Via a spin of the wheel it was determined to be a normal match.
Sinner plays as Keira comes out and smiles to the crowd. She walks down, slapping a few of the fans hands before she slides into the ring. She turns and waits for her challenger.
Justin: In the ring, from Miami Florida she is the reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Champion Keira Fisher!
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. The crowd roars at her with a loud ovation of cheers and she slowly makes her way out walking down the aisle.
Justin: Introducing the challenger, from Detroit, Michigan Crystal Hilton!
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. As soon as she sees Keira she charges the champion like a mad bull, tripping Keira up in the process, and starts brawling with her as Jacob calls for the bell.
DING DING DING
Simone: And we’re underway!
Adams: Crystal has a bone to pick with Keira after what happened at Into the Void IV.
Jacob tries to restore order but neither Keira or Crystal are listening to him as their wild brawl continues in the middle of the ring whilst duelling “let’s go Keira” and “let’s go Crystal” chants can be heard from the audience, Keira eventually gets the advantage by way of a roll-up on Crystal and Jacob gets into position 1…..2…..and Crystal kicks out.
Simone: This match almost ended as quickly as their match at Into the Void IV.
Adams: Please don’t remind me about Into the Void IV, my family is still saving up for my new laptop!
Both Bombshells get to their feet and Crystal charges in looking to continue the brawl but Keira trips her up and locks in a side headlock once Crystal is on the ground, Crystal struggles for a few seconds before reversing the headlock into a roll-up 1….2….and Keira kicks out but maintains her grip on Crystal’s head.
Simone: Keira’s firmly in control here.
Adams: Don’t count Crystal out yet she’s fighting her way back to her feet!
Keira tries to keep the challenger grounded but it doesn’t work as Crystal fights her way back to her feet and once she is on her feet Crystal hits Keira with a back Suplex to get out of the headlock, Keira rolls to the ropes to avoid a pin but it doesn’t work as Crystal follows her and goes for a cover 1…..2…..Crystal gets her feet on the ropes……and gets caught by Jacob who stops the count.
Simone: That’s rather unlike Crystal.
Adams: She may be cocky and a former Mean Girl but she hasn’t cheated since she left the Mean Girls.
Crystal gets to her feet and argues with Jacob trying to assert that her feet weren’t on the ropes but Jacob isn’t having any of it and orders Crystal to continue the match, Keira uses the opportunity to surprise Crystal with a Roll-Up 1….2….and Crystal grabs the bottom rope to break up the pin, however Keira isn’t about to let up as she grabs one of Crystal’s legs, drags her to the middle of the ring and locks in a Single Legged Boston Crab.
Simone: And just like that Keira is in control.
Adams: For how long though?
Crystal tries to fight her way back to the ropes but Keira isn’t letting her move an inch in fact it looks like Crystal might tap out, however Crystal is able to roll onto her back and uses her free leg to kick Keira in the face forcing the champion to break up the submission hold, Crystal gets to her feet whilst favouring her leg and Keira goes for a tie up, however Crystal uses the opportunity to sneak in an eye rake behind the ref’s back.
Simone: More cheating on display from Crystal.
Adams: She has one hell of a chip on her shoulder after Keira beat her for the title.
Keira clutches her eye in pain and Crystal takes the opportunity to plant her with a DDT in the centre of the ring before going for a cover 1….2….and Keira kicks out just in time, Crystal gets to her feet first and places her boot on Keira’s face whilst taunting her and Jacob tries to get Crystal to stop the illegal move.
Adams: Strangely enough I hear that Roxi and Keira have been trying that in the bedroom…..
Simone: KEEP IT CLEAN JASON!
Crystal eventually removes her foot from Keira’s face but only after Jacob threatens her with a disqualification, this doesn’t stop her from arguing with Jacob however but it does give Keira the opportunity she needs to get back to her feet and once she is Keira grabs Crystal from behind and sends her flying with a release German Suplex.
Simone: Never take your eyes of the champ!
Adams: Crystal’s used to flying but not like that!
Crystal rolls out of the ring in an attempt to slow down the pace of the match but Keira is having none of it and gets ready to do some flying herself, once Crystal turns around Keira bounces off the ropes and goes for a Suicide Dive…..but instead crashes into the barricade as Crystal sees her coming and ducks out of the way at the last minute.
Simone: That may have just cost Keira the match and the title.
Adams: If it does then she’ll at least have one of the shortest reigns in SCW history!
Crystal rolls Keira back into the ring before Jacob can even reach a four count and follows her back in before going for a cover 1…..2…..and Keira kicks out! Crystal, as one might expect, is in disbelief that her pin attempt didn’t work and goes for another cover 1…..2…..and Keira kicks out again! This time Crystal wastes no time in going for a cover this time grabbing Keira’s tights around her backside just to make sure 1….2.....and Keira still kicks out!
Simone: That’s three times that Keira has kicked out in the past few minutes!
Adams: And one with Crystal’s hand being in a place where many men would pay good money to put their hands!
Crystal, yet again, argues with Jacob over three slow counts but Jacob isn’t having any of it and orders her to continue the match, however Crystal gets a different idea and instead opts to go to the top rope whilst calling out for her finisher.
Simone: Crystal’s going for the Lights, Camera Action!
Adams: If she hits this then this match and Keira’s reign is over!
Crystal balances herself on the top rope before going for her finisher…..only for Keira to roll out of the way at the last minute, Crystal, whilst clutching her midsection in pain, and Keira get to their feet at the same time and Crystal charges…..right into the Seven Sins!
Simone: SEVEN SINS! OUT OF NOWHERE!
Adams: This match is over!
Keira goes for the cover 1….2….3!!!!
Justin: Here is your winner and still SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion Keira Fisher!
Simone: Keira has just proven that she is a worthy champion in spite of how she won the title!
Adams: And defending the title the same night she won it didn’t prove that?
Keira leaves the ring whilst celebrating with her new title whilst Jacob checks on Crystal.
The World Tour continues as Sin City Wrestling makes a stop in Sri Lanka. However one bombshell didn't make the trip as Candy Overton is back in Salt Lake City, Utah. During her week off, she took the time to get some training done. While in Salt Lake City, the SCW camera crews were able to catch up with her.
Candy Overton: Sin City Wrestling, your questions will be answered but not right now.
That was all she said towards the camera as she turned her back on them. The cameras continued to roll as Candy is talking to a fan.
Little Girl: Hello
Is all the young fan can muster while standing in front of Candy's table. Candy's smile widens as she leans forward toward the girl's face.
Candy Overton: What's your name little one?
Francine: My name is Francine Frensky.
Candy pulls one of her picture out from the pile and signs a personal message for the young fan. The little girl's face lights up as Candy gives her hug.
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 twelve figures make it down to the ringside area. They all make it to the ring, surrounding it. Some climb onto the apron while others slide inside of the ring. Some use the ring steps, but they all make their way into the ring. As they gather in the center, looking out into the crowd that gives them a mixed reaction, one of the figures pulls their mask off of the face, tucking it into their jacket, revealing himself as Tim Staggs. The ground forms a half circle around Tim, except one figure who walks over to the ropes, getting a microphone and handing it to Tim. As Tim thanks them, he turns back to look out into the audience. The lights return to normal as the music fades out. Tim looks around the audience, smiling as his eyes fall upon the screen. We move back to the production truck once more, only this time we see two hooded figures tossing the AV team members out of the truck by their shirts. They slam the door closed behind them as we return to ringside.
Simone: Haven’t we seen enough of these guys for one night?
Adams: I’m still sick from the last time we saw his cheeky arse out here.
The lights return to normal as the music fades out slowly. Before Tim can raise the microphone to his lips, the fans begin booing him. He rolls his eyes as he looks down at his wrist as if looking at a watch.
Tim: By my estimation, I’ve got all night now that I’ve already competed tonight. You people can keep going. I’ll wait.
This time, Tim doesn’t have to wait too long as the crowd knows how serious he is. Within about ten seconds, the crowd quiets down to a murmur. Tim winks and flashes a cheesy fake smile before taking a deep breath to continue on with business.
Tim: Great. You’re catching on. Now, As I said earlier on in the evening when I hijacked the production truck, I promised that there would be blood, and plenty of it. I’m sure you all saw what happened to the newest of the unmasked, and the newest Bombshell of Sin City Wrestling, Alexis Edwards. Alexis is having her wounds tended to as we speak. It was pretty bloody if I do say so myself...
Tim smiles wickedly as he nods his head. The other members of The Nobodies agree with him as they look around at the booing audience.
Simone: He is taking an awful lot of pride in one of the most despicable things I’ve seen in quite some time here in SCW.
Adams: At first, I thought he was nothing like his pops, but it seems he’s a chip off the old block.
Tim relishes this for a moment before the smile quickly drops from his face.
Tim: But that just wasn’t enough! I could justify my promise after my match with Ramone and Acquin, right? Well, when Tim Staggs makes a promise, he delivers!
Surprisingly, Tim gets a bit of a cheer from the audience, but it doesn’t last long as Tim pulls his jacket from his upper body, tossing it to the ground. He is wearing a white t-shirt underneath as he looks around at the other members of The Nobodies.
Tim: See, I’m not an unreasonable person. I would never ask people I think of as friends, no, family, to do something… I wouldn’t do myself.
Simone: You have got to be kidding me...
Adams: He’s got guts, I’ll give him that.
Tim cracks his neck from one side to the other as he turns around, grabbing onto the ropes with his free hand. He arches his back as he braces himself. Several hooded members form a half circle around Tim, one of which cuffs him to the top rope. The crowd cheers for this as this member exits the ring to grab a steel chair. Tim lifts the microphone to his lips.
Tim: What are you waiting for? Give me all you got!
Before Tim can say anything else, one of the members wraps a chain around Tim’s throat, choking him while another cracks him in the ribs with a crowbar. Tim falls to one knee while still being choked. He waves the microphone around as he gasps for breath. A tall man with brass knuckles cracks Tim on the side of the head, making him see stars, and busting him open at the same time. As his head hangs loosely while his eyes roll around, the outside member cracks Tim over the skull with the steel chair. Tim falls back, wrenching his arm as he turns around. He takes a slapjack to the nose, causing blood to instantly pour from his nose. Several members begin laying in hard boots to his prone body as his eyes close. After a moment, they stop and lean down to check on Tim. He slowly shakes his head from side to side as he weakly brings the microphone to his lips.
Tim: More!
Tim’s voice cracks into the microphone as they slowly begin to beat on him again. A hard knee to the side of his head causes him to lose all support as he simply hangs by his arm. The man with the chain begins cracking Tim with it, causing the blood to pour from his face and onto his white shirt. Tim clutches onto his ribs as he coughs, sputtering blood out across the mat.
Simone: This is even worse than before, but for some reason, I… I can’t look away… And I’m pretty sure I just saw a couple molars fly out onto the mat there.
Adams: SCW’s dental plan might not be that great, but who needs dentists when you’ve got a slapjack and a crowbar?
The hooded figures stop as blood pours from Tim’s mouth, gagging him as he hunches over as much as he can, letting it spill onto the mat. Tim breathes heavily, though he doesn’t have much energy left now as he raises the microphone to his lips.
Tim: Muh-mmmore...
The crowd cheers even more loudly as the hooded figures start to argue with him. He drops the microphone as he he wipes at his face, slapping at his chest to call or more. The steel chair cracks over his head, putting a large gash in his forehead as his eyes roll back. He turns sideways as the group lays in kicks and punches on him, beating him to near submission, until finally Tim doesn’t move. They stop, holding their weapons at the ready, but even they pray they don’t have to use them again.
Simone: A promise is a promise, and boy did Tim Staggs deliver tonight!
Adams: I think they knocked his head into next week! He… wait, what’s he…?
After a few seconds, Tim points over to one of the hooded figures, muttering something as the blood drips from his lips. The crowd whispers in wonderment until the figures turn to one of their own masked, and they immediately begin beating on him with their weapons and laying in boots and fists. They rip off the man’s mask, though they are on him so quickly, driving him hard into the mat as they pound on him with their weapons of choice, that we don’t get to see his face. Instantly, there is blood, as the man begins to spill it across the mat. As they kick him, he quickly rolls from their force, causing the blood to paint the mat a sickening crimson as he goes.
Simone: Okay, now this is just overkill...
Adams: The fans are loving this, though. I kind of like this aggressive streak we’re seeing from the usually passive Nobodies.
The man picks up the microphone as they quickly hammer on him. After they pound him into the mat once more, Tim weakly shouts out “Enough…” The group stops, stepping back as they jerk the man up to his feet. He wobbles a bit, his head pointed down at the ground. He wipes at his mouth, spitting his own blood out onto the mat as he slowly lifts his head up to reveal...
Crowd: *POP!*
Simone: That’s Connor Murphy!
Adams: I knew he could take a beating, but this is just insane. He’s standing all on his own after an attack like that?
Connor shakes his head as he breathes heavily. He falls back onto the ropes and looks up at the ceiling as he raises the microphone to his lips. Slowly he chuckles, his laughter mixing with a cough and finally is overcome with the sound of laughter once again.
Connor: They said nobody could take a beating like that and laugh. Nobody could be beaten this bloody and smile. But Nobody did...this NOBODY DID!!
Connor struggles off the ropes and stands tall in the ring, his hand spreading the crimson mask over his face and into his hair.
Connor: They saw just how violent Connor Murphy could be when I faced Raab...and boyo, don’t think I haven’t forgotten you and that shiny you think to keep me from. Just wonder how in the hell you are going to protect yourself Raab when Nobody comes for it. Because nobody lives for blood and pain like I do. Nobody likes violence Raab...actually...nobody LOVES violence!
Connor begins to laugh maniacally again but is stopped with a final chairshot to the back of his head that sends him face first to the mat. “The Nobodies” by Marilyn Manson plays over the speakers as the masked figures help Connor to his feet while others unlock the cuffs around Tim’s wrist. They help lift him up as they walk him over to the ropes. Tim drops down and rolls outside as Connor follows suit. Both men shrug off the help as Connor limps toward the ramp. Tim grabs onto his ribs as he weakly makes his way to the rest of the group. They make their way to the back as the crowd cheers for the violent display.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our next contest is...
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.
Simone: Oh Christ. I was hoping she'd follow through on her Twitter threats and just not show!
She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She descends the ramp and walks around the ring, throwing her hair back as she approaches the announcer's table.
Adams: Hey don't knock it! We're being joined by the Bombshell Champion!
Mikah pulls the head set from Jason's hand and scoots her chair away from his side before she has a seat.
Mikah: The World Bombshell Champion, thank you!
Mikah leans over and looks at Belinda with scorn.
Mikah: And for the record, I'm less pleased about that loser bringing me out here than you are!
Simone: I'd be willing to take that bet.
Justin: This next contest is to determine who will face Mikah for the World Bombshell Championship next week in Hong Kong, China!
Mikah rolls her eyes.
Adams: Hong Kong? I thought the winner would get the match in two weeks in Japan?
Mikah: Hey! I didn't FEEL like competing in Japan so they can take it or leave it!
The song "19 N gel f r Sophie" by Eisregen is played and the revving of a Harley can be heard. slowly Amanda drives down to the ring, dressed in a really short and tattered jeans shorts, a belly free top and some really high heeled stripper sandals.
Justin: Introducing first! From Los Angeles, California, weighing 110 pounds -- Amanda Cortez!
The fans are cheering at her, but she seems not to notice it. As she reaches the ring, she shuts off her bike and slowly gets down from it. The fans are still cheer and Amanda poses for them, making sure that she really looks cute and sexy. She runs her hands all over her body and swings her hips in a sensual way Then she slides into the ring and kicks her shoes out of the ring. She jumps on the ropes in the corner, raises her arms in victory and blows some kisses into the direction of the fans. Still both arms in the air, she makes the devil sign and then she jumps down from the ropes again. Now she rests her arms on the top rope and one foot on the bottom rope and waits for her opponent to come to the ring. It seems that she's completely relaxed and doesn't care about what happens here, but as she sees her opponent come down to the ring, a cold and deadly glare comes into her pretty face. She's completely focused and willing to destroy her enemy completely.
Simone: Let's not forget that Amanda Cortez is in fact a former World Bombshell Champion.
Mikah: Psht! What's she done lately?
Adams: World Tag Team Championship?
Mikah: Who asked you?
Justin: And her opponent...!
It aint that easy, it aint that easy
Superfical by Heidi Montang 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.
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing 116 pounds -- Veronica Taylor!
Hopin' out the maserati
And I dont care,
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.
All I see is paparazzi
Snapping pictures for the
Front cover of a magazine
So I pose in everything I wear
Love to make the people stare
Always center of attention
Lookin' so bootylicious
That I keep pissing people off
I'ma let em talk
I dont give a damn what they say
It isnt fair
That I wear diamonds for breakfast
And I know this isnt helping
Adams: You already wrestled Veronica Taylor once, didn't you?
Mikah: And beat her. Let's not forget that little fact, `kay?
Simone: It won't be so easy if she wins here tonight and the title is on the line.
Mikah responds by shaking her head and rolling her eyes, leaning back in her seat. Jason leans over to whisper to Belinda.
Adams: I think you hurt her feelings.
Simone: What feelings?
Holly calls both women to the center of the ring for their pre-match instructions and the former World Tag Team Champions approach; Amanda Cortez looking determined but Veronica Taylor looking bored at best. The moment Holly finishes, Veronica reaches forward and pie faces Amanda back a step.
Simone: Such disrespect.
Amanda, not one to refuse a gauntlet thrown down, steps back up -- and slaps the taste right out of Veronica's mouth! Veronica grabs her stinging cheek with a look of shock at Cortez's audacity and she then slaps Amanda! Suddenly a hellacious exchange of bitch slaps erupts in front of the official!
Adams: It's Bitch Fest 2015!
And Holly has no alternative but to call for the bell!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The slap fight ends and both Bombshells immediately grabs handfuls of each others' long, luxurious tresses, tugging and pulling, tearing away at each others' scalps!
Mikah: Seriously!? Hair pulling!? THIS is what that peon Christian wants to throw my way? #Worstbossever!
Adams: Hey who knew you could hash tag in results?
Amanda and Veronica stumble around the ring, neither listening to Holly's demands to release their holds on the other's hair! They falls back against the ropes and lose their balance, tumbling between the top and middle rope and both land in a hard heap on the ringside floor! Veronica is the first of the two to pull herself back up, and she tries to climb back inside of the ring, only to have Amanda grab her by the boot and drag her right back out! Amanda sends her staggering back against the ring apron with a European uppercut, then takes hold of her head again, by the hair, and slams her face into the ring apron!
Adams: Not the face! Not the face! She's a super model after all! You might damage something!
Mikah: You couldn't damage that with a stick of dynamite.
Simone: Still, Veronica Taylor does not want to get into a brawl outside of the ring with a woman like Amanda Cortez.
Taylor has the same thoughts as she staggers away, holding her face and calling for a mirror to check any possible damage to her "great beauty". Amanda grabs her and spins her around and Veronica kicks her in the stomach, knocking her back. Veronica then takes off in a sprint to get some distance between them but Amanda gives chase, and a foot race quickly escalates around the ring!
Mikah: These are world title contenders, huh?
Veronica baseball slides back inside of the ring, but Amanda quickly rolls into the ring as well! They get to their feet and Veronica strikes first with a boot to the solar plexus, doubling Cortez over. Veronica rakes her nails down Amanda's face, then throws two straight right jabs at her face, knocking Amanda back into the near corner. Veronica grabs her by the hair and goes to ram her head into the far corner, but Cortez brings up her boot to block the attempt. Amanda then goes to do the same, only to have Veronica block the move herself. Veronica drives an elbow back into Amanda's face, then slams her head into the top turnbuckle. Amanda turns around and Veronica presses her fashionable ring boot against her throat, choking her out as Holly counts against her!
1...
Veronica breaks! Taylor then ducks behind Amanda and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle, and she wraps an arm around Amanda's throat from behind and lifts her off of her feet in seated choke hold, dangling Cortez from her perch as Holly counts again!
1...
But before Veronica can break this time, Amanda reaches up with both hands and grabs Taylor by the hair and throws her off, over her shoulder and sends her crashing to the canvas!
2...
3...
4...
2...
3...
4...
Adams: I've never seen a hair mare from the top rope before!
Simone: It's like I said, if Veronica wants to fight dirty, Amanda will be more than willing to oblige!
Veronica's face is a mask of pain as she scoots across the ring on her backside, holding the small of her back! Amanda reaches down and drags Veronica to her feet. Veronica tries to fight back and takes a swing at her, but Cortez blocks it and responds with a right of her own which backs her former tag team partner up. Amanda then begins a series of exchanges as she head butts Taylor right between the eyes, follows it up with a forearm smash to the chest. She holds onto her and head butts her a second time, and another right forearm. She grabs Veronica by the arm and goes for an Irish whip her into the ring ropes, but Veronica averts whatever it is she's trying to do with a simple rake of the eyes. Amanda shoots her hands protectively to her face and Veronica delivers a kick to the gut. Veronica then Irish whips her into the ropes. Amanda comes off the far side and jumps, laying Veronica out with a beautiful back heel kick!
Adams: That move was pretty slick!
Simone: Indeed it came from out of nowhere.
Mikah: *yawns*
Amanda rebounds, jumps over Veronica's prone body, then springboards off of the ring ropes for a dazzling Lionsault, only to have Veronica bring her knees up into Cortez's midsection, knocking the wind right out of her!
Simone: And that could be the mistake that costs Amanda this match!
Amanda Cortez rolls around on the mat, clutching her trim midsection in agony, as Veronica pulls herself to her feet, smiling down at her opponent. She looks out to the jeering crowd and taps a forefinger to her head, boasting on her mental prowess.
Adams: Doesn't think much of herself, does she?
Mikah: There's not much to think about.
Veronica reaches down and drags the winded Amanda to her feet, then uses Cortez's long hair as a handle to hairmare her over to the mat once, twice, three times! Veronica stands over her, ignoring the admonishing Holly Wood, and strikes a super model pose before dropping an elbow into Cortez's chest cavity. Veronica covers her for the pin attempt.
1.....
Veronica bangs the canvas, frustrated at her opponent's resilience, but doesn’t dwell on it too long as she again focuses on the task at hand. She picks Amanda up to her feet and sets her up for an Irish whip, delivering a well-executed clothesline on the as her opponent rebounds back to her.
2.....
Amanda kicks out!
Adams: You can tell that hurt Amanda because it looks like Veronica hurt her own arm with the impact from that clothesline.
Veronica then takes advantage of Cortez's prone position, peeling her up off of the canvas and into a front facelock. Smiling, Veronica sets Amanda up and plants her with an Implant DDT!
Simone: That could be it!
Mikah: Please! That cheap hair spray she uses probably absorbed most of the impact.
Veronica attempts to pin Amanda once again.
1.....
2.....
Amanda gets her shoulder up!
Simone: Amanda Cortez has obviously got a lot of fight left in her.
Veronica picks Amanda back to her feet and delivers a right hand to her skull, sending Amanda staggering back onto the ropes. Veronica moves forward to continue the onslaught, but Amanda bounces off the ropes and uses them as leverage to deliver a right hand of her own onto the left side of Veronica’s face. The two begin having an all out fist-fight with Holly desperately trying to restrain them. The fans are really getting pumped up as the two Bombshells wildly throw hooks and jabs at one another!
Mikah: Ha! Now this is a wrestling match!
Eventually Veronica manages to gain the upper hand, raking Cortez's eyes. She then takes a hold of Amanda's hair once again and sends her across the ring with a hair toss! Amanda grabs her scalp, and starts to rise to her knees, when Taylor plows right into her with a running knee strike to the head!
Adams: What a shot!
Simone: She is clearly working over Amanda Cortez's head.
Amanda slumps over to her back, seemingly out, and Veronica drops down across of her in a modelesque pose for the cover.
Simone: Can you believe the audacity!?
1.....
Veronica jumps to her feet and raises her hands, thinking that she has picked up the victory! Holly quickly corrects her, pushing her arms down and shaking his/her head. Veronica kicks the bottom rope in frustration and turns to Amanda. She signals for the end, picking Amanda up and body slamming her in the middle of the ring before walking over to the corner.
2.....
NO! Amanda gets her shoulder up!
Adams: Is Veronica Taylor actually going up top!?
Simone: She is taking a page out of Amanda Cortez's play book! This could be a big mistake!
Mikah: Well she's not the brightest. After all, she is a model.
Veronica makes it up to the top rope, but by the time she’s up there, Amanda is on her feet.
Adams: Uh oh! Watch out!
With great speed, Cortez darts at the corner and runs right up the turnbuckles before wrapping her legs around Veronica’s head and letting fly with a snap hurricanrana from the top rope!
Adams: OH MY GOD! She killed Veronica!
Mikah: YOU BITCH! ... Wait! What the hell am I saying!?
Both women are down! Amanda is unable to capitalize on her advantage and Veronica is spent from the fall! Holly has no other choice but to begin his/her mandatory count against both Bombshells!
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Amanda gets to her feet and lifts Veronica up along with her. The former World Champion begins to rain down with a series of stinging boxer-like jabs into Veronica's skull, causing Taylor to wince and grunt in pain but not knocking her down. Amanda then backs up a step and lets loose with a powerful kick to Veronica's ribcage!
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Simone: You heard the impact from that kick! Amanda's more than just a talented aerialist! The woman has some mean kicks as well!
Amanda then kicks her again, followed up by a third as Veronica holds her sternum, trying to shield herself! Amanda goes for one final kick but her foot is suddenly caught by Veronica who finally has a smile appear on her face.
Adams: This never ends well.
Veronica pulls back her arm, ready to deliver an elbow to the skull of her opponent, but is stopped short as Amanda uses great agility to bring her free foot over and hit with a powerful Enzugari, sending Veronica somersaulting over and landing on her back!
Mikah: Apparently not.
Amanda pulls Veronica to her feet and ducks behind her. She picks her former partner up for a belly-to-back suplex, but Veronica is able to shift her weight and land on her feet behind Cortez! Amanda turns around and Veronica swings wildly at her, but Amanda ducks behind her in a rear waistlock and runs her forward into the ropes, pulling her back into a cradle!
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Veronica grabs two handfuls of Amanda's tights and rolls her backward and into her own cradle!
Simone: She still has hold of the tights!
Mikah: Boy she must really be desperate for another beating.
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Veronica pounds the mat, throwing a diva-esque fit over not getting the win! She turns around as Amanda quickly gets to her feet and Taylor lunges for a running clothesline! Amanda ducks away from the blow and Veronica turns quickly and Amanda dives into her!
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3 - NO! Amanda kicks out DESPITE the pull of the tights!
Adams: Spear! Spear!
Amanda however does not go for the cover! Not yet! She instead walks over to the ropes and waves to the fans, breathing heavily as the signs of serious fatigue begin to set in. There is a mixed reception, however the general consensus is an appreciative clap and cheer as a small chant of ‘Amanda Amanda Amanda’ goes around there stadium. Amanda is pumped up by this and runs over to the turnbuckle, climbing onto the top rope and signaling for the ‘818’!
Adams: Is she going for it!? She is!
With great elevation, Amanda launches herself off of the top rope, spinning round in mid-air in an inhuman way before coming crashing down on Veronica! The impact is so great that Cortez bounces off Veronica’s body and rolls around the ring holding her stomach in agony!
Adams: Rob Van Dam, eat your heart out!
Amanda rolls over and covers Taylor, hooking both legs as Holly slides in to make the count!
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Ding!
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Ding!
Ding!
Simone: Say hello to your next challenger!
Mikah: Psht!
The referee raises Amanda's arm in victory!
Justin: Here is your winner, and new Number One Challenger to the World Bombshell Championship -- AMANDA CORTEZ!
Amanda spots Mikah at the announcer's table and she makes her way toward the ropes. Mikah stands up slowly to confront her new challenger as Amanda smiles at her, running her hands along her waistline. The two women jaw at one another when Veronica, having returned to her feet, comes up from behind Cortez, grabs her by the hair and tights and dumps her through the ropes and to the floor! Veronica points at the belt on Mikah's shoulder, then points at herself before making her exit as a furious Amanda Cortez returns to her feet!
Simone: Veronica Taylor has declared her own intentions for the world title!
Adams: But ... Amanda is the one who won the title match. Not Veronica!
Simone: Somehow I don't think Veronica Taylor cares.
Alice in Chain’s Man in The Box hits as Goth enters the arena, the crowd erupts for the legendary wrestler who extends his arms to shake the hands of the fans. Clearly his mind is on one thing and it is not on the interview that he is going to have right now.
Simone: The man that is challenging Lord Raab in the main event tonight, for the SCW Roulette….,
Adams: Violence Championship Simone.
Simone: Thank you Mr. Obvious, the man that is on a mission to get his wife back. But has to deal with a man that is as equally dangerous as him and Shipman.
Adams: Raab wants to prove that he is the only violent man alive, even for Goth’s standards.
Goth enters the ring, where he is met by Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Goth, thank you for taking some time off from your main event match to do this interview. How do you feel about facing Lord Raab later on tonight??
Goth looks at her with a cold and dark stare, he rubs the back of his hand across his nose before wiping it off on his jacket.
Goth: How I am feeling??? Should I be jumping up and down from joy?? You see Miss Mountains, I’m here to get the job done. To get in the ring with a violent man, take home the championship and give me another edge over Shipman and walk to the back.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Fair enough, we have heard Lord Raab say that he respects you and can’t wait to get in the ring with you.
Goth: The feeling is mutual, you see Miss Mountains. Men like me and Raab are a dying breed. It’s hard to find men like us that are cut from the same cloth. We do things our way and we do not allow ourselves to be stopped by anyone.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well, I am looking forward to later tonight when you two get it on in your title match. The question though what is on everyone’s mind. What’s the situation when it comes down to you, Shipman and your wife Sapphira?? Any new….
Goth suddenly grows angrier when hearing the name of Shipman, he gets in the face of Rocky. Causing her to take a few steps back.
Goth: You want to know whether there is something new on the whole Sapphira kidnapping?? Let me make myself very clear Miss Mountains. She is held by her will, she is hidden somewhere by a coward… I can’t wait till the moment comes where I will crucify this son of a….
Suddenly a laughter emerges from the arena, Goth stops talking as he recognizes the laughter.
Goth: Show yourself SHIPMAN!!
The laughter grows by the second as it echoes throughout the entire arena. A picture of his wife strapped on a table and her arms and legs locked by handcuffs is shown on the Titan Tron. Causing Goth to scream in anger as everything suddenly vanishes and only laughter remains. Goth grabs the microphone and looks at the Titan Tron with blood shed in his eyes….,
Goth: SHIPMAN!!! YOU ARE TO BE BLAMED WHAT I WILL DO TO RAAB TONIGHT!!! BRING ME MY WIFE!!!!!
Goth ignores Rocky as he runs to the back, as if he is absolute sure that he will find Shipman and his wife.
Simone: Oh my goodness, is this man in the right mindset for later tonight??
Adams: I wouldn’t want to be Shipman or Raab for that matter!!!
Pussy Willows is backstage
Pussy: Ladies and gentlemen my guests at this time, ROAR.
Jeremiah and Dark Tiger enter the scene as well as Diamond.
Pussy: Guys, we understand that you have an announcement to make.
Jeremiah: We do, but first. Colombo, Sri Lanka, LET ME HEAR YOU ROAR!!!!
The fans go nuts for them
Jeremiah: Man we are not going to ever get tired of that. Now, our announcement is that we are going to be going after singles titles. ROAR isn’t going anywhere, but we shouldn’t be limited to just the tag titles. I know unc wants to hold some singles gold, and I want to hold some more singles gold.
Dark Tiger: That’s right. Jeremiah has told me how much he has been itching to capitalize on when he won the Roulette title and hold more singles gold, and I agreed to it. Like Jeremiah said, we will still be ROAR when we team again, but there is no denying it, the itch for singles gold is there.
Pussy: Any particular titles you both have in mind?
Jeremiah: We are not picky, whatever titles Mr. Ward and Mr Underwood feel we are ready for, that’s what we will go after. I am not going to complain.
Dark Tiger: He summed it up right there.
Pussy: Alright guys. Diamond, what do you think?
Diamond: I have high hopes and faith that they will succeed in whatever titles they go for. Their fighting spirit is never going to fade just because they go after singles titles, and if that’s what they want to do then who am I to argue with that.
Pussy: Thank you guys and good luck with that. Back to you guys.
Justin: The following contest is for one fall. Introducing first...
The lights drop down inside the stadium holding Climax Control as the Sri Lanka flag appears on the screen. A small hole burns through the flag as a video starts to play. "My Place" suddenly blares through the speakers as gold and light blue lights float around the Stadium. A woman holding a clipboard and a microphone walks out onto the stage.
Shawna Jennings: Ladies and gentlemen of Sri Lanka, the man responsible for your pathetic country existence. Without him you wouldn't have enough money to provide for your families. You all consider him to be the "Savior."
The woman puts the microphone down to her side while turning her body towards the entrance way. Three golden spotlights shine on the stage as Travis Nathaniel Andrews walks out from behind the curtains. He is wearing his signature black trench coat. Underneath the trench coat are golden tights with blue designs tucked inside golden boats with TNA written in blue. His eyes are covered with dark sunglasses. He throws his arms out to the side as the people in Sri Lanka are actually cheering for this cocky superstar.
Justin: He currently resides in Las Vegas. He weighs two hundred forty one pounds and stands six feet one inches tall. He is accompanied to the ring by his personal assistant Shawna Jennings. Ladies and gentlemen, "The Phenomenon" TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS.
The people of Sri Lanka are chanting his name as a cheeky smirk appears across the face of Travis as he walks down the ramp. He is basking in the applause of the people as he jumps up onto the ring apron. He leans back a bit before swinging one leg through the ropes followed by the other. He walks to the center of the ring and holds his arms high in the air again as the people are still cheering for him. He steps over toward the corner as Shawna helps take the trench coat off. Once the coat is off, Travis lies across the top rope while waiting for the match.
Justin: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Ariel...
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 frontman, Josey Scott, sings his lyrics, boasting of a show that no one has ever seen before. Kain looks around the arena, smiles briefly at both sides of the crowd, then stares down the ring and locks on to his game face. Snarling with rage, he walks down the ramp with intent and purpose, thinking of the fight ahead of him.
Justin: From Detroit, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is the King of Kings, he is Kain!
He feels the warm presence of Ariel's hand as the couple walk, side-by-side, but his mind is focused on the carnage tonight. Once they reach the bottom, Ariel goes behind Ariel, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is now shown from head to toe as the camera gets a great look at his incredible physique. The women couldn't help but gawk at his body while the men couldn't help but be awe in what they are seeing now. Ariel hands the black robe over to a nearby ring 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. "Ladies And Gentlemen" as Kain now stands still, looking at his opponent.
DING DING DING!
Both men look at each other, their heads lowered in a stare at each other. Both men burst in to life, charging towards each other and trading vicious rights and left hands, neither man picking up the advantage. Kain finally gets the upper hand smashing hard shot in to the side of Travis's head with heavy rights and lefts. Kain backs Travis up to the ropes and steps back. Scattered cheers and boos for SCW's anti hero are heard as he charges towards Travis, his arm out for a clothesline but Travis sidesteps and Kain hits the ropes chest first. Travis lifts a knee, catching him hard in the mid section and takes Kain by the head and charges him in to the corner, slamming his head off the top rope. He spins Kain around and nails him with heavy shots in the ribs before climbing on to the middle ropes and raising his right hand, slamming it down in Kain's head with lightning quick speed, followed by a second, and third, each shot landing on Kain's head with fast intensity. Kain's head rocks back with each blow and Travis jumps off from his hated rival. Travis turns in to the middle of the ring, and walks, slowly turning his body back towards Kain, but Kain fires out of the corner like a rocket and nails Travis with a huge clothesline!
Simone: That was huge!
Kain quickly gets to his feet, a look of pure determination his face. Travis slowly gets back to his feet, holding the back of his head, but Kain charges again, nailing him with a meat hook clothesline!
Adams: That was one hell of a clothesline.
Kain covers Travis and Jasmine drops down to make the count.
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Travis kicks out!
Simone: Lesser stars could have been knocked out by that huge clothesline.
Kain leans over Travis, catching him with a shot in the head before pulling himself back to his feet and pulling Travis with him. Travis backs away from Kain, towards the ropes but Kain moves in towards Travis. As Kain gets close, Travis drops his body and lifts Kain up with a standing backbody drop, sending him over the top rope, but Kain lands on the ring apron.
Adams: Kain's still on his feet
Travis turns and Kain swings a punch at him, but Travis ducks and grabs Kain's head and drops down, hanging him on the top rope and sending him flying backwards towards the floor.
Adams: hangman!
Kain tries to get to his feet on the outside of the ring as Travis takes a moment to catch his breath. Kain moves towards the ropes, but the arrogant TNA charges at Kain and slides under the ropes, catching him with a baseball slide and sending Kain hurtling back in to the barricades and dropping to the floor. Travis steps through the ropes, a cocky smile on his face. He looks down at the fallen Kain and runs along the apron, jumping off and nailing Kain with a huge elbow drop!
Simone: Wow! Travis is taking chances here
Travis gets to his feet first as Jasmine orders both men back in the ring, but Travis grabs Kain by the arm and pulls him to his feet. Travis whips Kain back first in to the ring apron and pulls him out with a short arm clothesline. Reluctantly, Jasmine starts a slow ten count.
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Kain crawls but Travis plants a huge kick in to his ribs, rolling him on to his back, before bending down and picking Kain to his feet.
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Travis catches Kain with a European uppercut
Adams: Mayweather would have been proud of that shot
Travis takes Kain by the head and rolls him in to the ring. He follows Kain in and picks him up to his feet before jumping in the air, catching Kain's head and dropping him down with a spike tornado DDT!
Simone: Vein Pop!
Adams: Gross!
Travis goes for the pin and Jasmine drops down to make the count.
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Kain throws his shoulder up!
Adams: This match continues after these messages.
Simone: We don't have commercial breaks during matches.
Adams: Oh yeah
Travis returns to his feet, look at Jasmine and holding up three fingers but Jasmine shakes her head. Travis moves back to Kain, pulling him to his feet. He hooks Kain up and drops him backwards with a Russian legsweep. Travis lays on his elbow, smirking at the crowd. He gets to his feet and pulls Kain to his, whipping him in to the corner. Travis charges at Kain, leaping in the air and catching him with the Acne Trouble. As Kain bounces out of the corner, Travis lifts and drops him with the Attitude Drop! Travis goes for the cover and Jasmine drops down to make the count.
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Kain throws his shoulder up again!
Simone: Travis thought he had that won
A look of shock passes Travis' face as he pulls himself to his feet. The shock look turns in to anger as he reaches down to Kain, pulling him to his feet, he nails Kain with a hard shot to the head, but Kain fires one back.
Simone: You do not want to stand there and have a fist fight with Kain.
Travis fires another towards Kain but Kain fires two quick hands back, rocking Travis. Travis stumbles towards Kain and Kain lifts him over with a huge exploder suplex, sending him flying across the ring. Travis gets back to his feet holding his back but Kain moves in, hooking up his head and planting him backwards with a reverse DDT, lifting Travis off his feet and drilling his head in to the canvas. Kain flips Travis on to his back and hooks Travis' leg and Jasmine drops down to make the count.
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Travis barely kicks out!
Adams: Kain is on a roll!
Kain gets to his feet, looking towards Travis. He waves his hands to the side.
Adams: Kain is done playing around here and ready to end this.
Kain waits for Travis to return to his feet but...
v/o: "Colombo, Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"
Adams: What the...?
Simone: I didn't think Sean Jackson was here tonight after he appeared via satellite early.
Kain turns to face the entrance ramp as the lights in the stadium shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.
Adams: Sean Jackson had us fooled! He's here!
A hush falls over the stadium as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the stadium. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...
"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"
Simone: Well? Where is he?
As the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well known with this theme....
The Mental Rapist
Through the crimson mist, a man appears.
Adams: That's not Sean Jackson.
Simone: Who is that guy?
Kain realizes that Sean Jackson isn't on the ramp, but Travis moves in behind him, hooking him up and dropping him face first...
Simone: Sin City Drifter!
Travis flips Kain on to his back and hooks the leg Jasmine drops down to make the count.
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DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match, Travis Nathaniel Andrews!
Adams: What did I just see there? Mr TNA just defeated Kain. This has to be the biggest win of his SCW career.
Simone: This could be considered an upset tonight.
Adams: Or it could be Mr TNA's star is on the rise.
Simone: With a huge assist from Sean Jackson and he's not even in the country!
Jasmine raises Mr TNA's arm but he quickly pulls it away and leaves the ring.
Simone: I can promise you this, when Kain gets his hands on Sean Jackson, it will not be pretty.
The sounds from the conclusion of the main event of Climax Control 76, from March 2nd 2014, with the SCW Heavyweight Championship at stake, fade in.
Adams: FUTURE SHOCK!
Simone: He’s going for the cover…
Jasmine St. John makes the count.
One!
Two!
Three!
DING! DING! DING!
Adams: He’s done it! Simon Jones has done it!
Crowd: POP!
Adams: We have a new champion!
Simone: Indeed we do!
The sound then fades out.
Later in the week, Sin City Wrestling's own Jason Adams had the pleasure of doing a sit down interview with Candy Overton. For the sake of time, we have managed to get a clip of the interview.
Adams: Candy, thank you for agreeing to this interview.
Candy Overton: I am a woman of my word. I promised the SCW Nation some answers and here is their chance to get some.
Jason just nods his head as he places one leg over the other.
Adams: I guess the glaring question on everyone's mind is what is next for Candy Overton?
Candy Overton: You know that is an excellent question Jason. I really have no idea what is next for me. I tried my hardest at Into The Void but I still managed to fail. I didn't want to accept the facts that maybe I'm not cut out to be a champion at this point in time.
Adams: Will you consider reforming The Sweet Nurses and challenging for the tag team titles again?
That question caught her off guard as she takes a moment to collect her thoughts.
Candy Overton: I don't remember The Sweet Nurses ever disbanding. That is another good question Jason. I have thought about it but figured that ship had sailed. I tried twice and failed both times. It seems that when championship gold is on the line, I always come up short.
Adams: With Keira Fisher now holding the Bombshell Roulette Championship, could we see you in the title picture for it?
Candy Overton: That is up to Mark Ward and management. If they think I deserve another shot then I will try to make history. For right now, Candy Overton is trying to get noticed. Everyone should know that I will return to Climax Control and when I do. The Sweetness will continue to cause a sugar rush for all those who watch. Because Climax Control will be SWEET LIKE CANDY.
Adams: Thank you Candy for taking time out of your day to talk to me.
Candy Overton: Don't mention it.
The cameras slowly fade out as Candy starts to remove her microphone.
"I'm Back" blares through the sound system as Travis Nathaniel Andrews steps out from behind the curtain while being flanked by Shawna Jennings. He has his trademark trenchcoat on over a t-shirt and his wrestling tights. He still has a very toothy grin on his face as the people of Sri Lanka continue to go crazy about him.
Simone: What is he doing back out here? Hasn't he done enough already?
Adams: Maybe Travis just wants to get a better view of the upcoming main event match.
Travis walks around the ring as Shawna is still writing on the clipboard in her hand. The fans in the front row are trying to get a high five from Mr. TNA but he completely ignores the gesture. He continues walking around the ring as he approaches the announce table.
Adams: Looks like he is going to join us here on commentary.
Simone: Oh goody, we get to hear his voice once again tonight.
Travis steps behind the table, picks up a headset and places it on his head. He slowly sits down in the chair as Shawna stands right behind him.
Simone: Welcome to the announce booth Travis.
Travis: This match is a complete joke but I figured you both could use a little help.
Belinda rolls her eyes as 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, holding his stick in his hand for blind and visually impaired as he moves to the ring.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Roulette Championship. Introducing first the challenger, from New York City please welcome GOTH.
He slowly walks up the steps with the stick in front of him, helping him to climb the steps. He climbs through the ropes and hands his stick to the time keeper.
Travis: This guy doesn't belong in a championship match. He isn't even the number one contender.
Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start with Henry standing outside of the ring.
Justin: And his opponent from Cologne, Germany. He is the current reigning and defending Sin City Wrestling Roulette/Violence Champion, please welcome LORD RAAB.
Lord Raab is starting to snarl as Goth does some last minute stretching.
Simone: Love him or hate him, Lord Raab has become one of the most dominant Roulette champions in history.
Adams: He still owes me money for my stuff from last week.
Travis: Lord Raab is all fucking talk. Yes, he won at Into The Void but let's be honest. He didn't pin me or make me submit. So in my mind, the guy is a paper champion.
The crowd goes silent as a face pops up onto the screen. The face belongs to SCW legend, Horace Jackson. He is grinning from ear to ear while sitting inside his own home.
Horace Jackson: Lord Raab and Goth, both of you are about to embark on a painful match. The people of Sri Lanka wants a good fight and Mark Ward wants blood. Lots and lots of blood. Will you both deliver because this week your match will be NO HOLDS BARRED? Good luck and remember, THE FORCE IS STRONG IN YOU BOTH.The video feed cuts out as Lord Raab and Goth start to crack their knuckles. The people are go insane as Lord Raab starts the match quickly with a running start toward Goth. The bell quickly sounds as Raab leaves his feet. He is looking for a corner splash but at the last split second, Goth moves out of the way as Raab smacks the top turnbuckle chest first.
DING DING DING
Simone: No Holds Barred!? That's all we need is for these two to kill each other.
Adams: So Travis, why are you actually out here?
Travis: Did you seriously just ask me that stupid question?
Goth immediately grabs a hold of Raab, spins him around and strikes with a quick roundhouse. Raab slouches a bit as Goth runs to the corner adjacent to them, bounces off the bottom turnbuckle before charging back towards Raab. Right as Goth gets close, Raab explodes out of the corner with a vicious uppercut which knocks Goth head of heels. Raab fights back the small pain from his chest as he grabs Goth around his neck. Raab shows off his power by lifting Goth off the canvas up to his feet. Raab keeps his tight grip around Goth's neck as he flings him off towards the ring ropes.
Goth quickly latches his hands around the ropes and slips out to the stadium floor.
Adams: Now that is a veteran move. Raab was starting to build momentum but Goth knew just how to kill it.
Simone: Or it could be a trap.
Travis: Lord Raab needs to get his head checked.
Goth kneels down by the apron and lifts it up. He starts to scrounge around underneath it as Lord Raab's anger begins to build. Goth puts the apron back down as he gives a little smirk. Raab decides to walk towards Goth's position as Goth remains in a kneeling position. Raab bends his body through the ring ropes and reaches out for Goth. Goth springs out of his kneeling stance and cold cocks Raab across the face with mason jar. The few pieces of broken glass sticks in Raab's flesh as Goth strikes with spinning back kick. The bottom of his boot catches Raab flush across the nose. The force of the kick knocks Raab off the ring ropes and back down on the canvas.
Travis: This match is rather boring. I thought Lord Raab wanted to prove he can actually wrestle.
Simone: Travis, will you shut up?
Goth takes the opportunity to take a hold of Raab's right arm and slam it hard against the ring apron. Goth drags him to a vertical base right at the ringside barrier and hooks him up for a vertical suplex, intending to drop him across the steel guardrail, but Lord Raab counters with a reversal and suplexes Goth over onto the ringside floor!
Simone: Jesus what a well done counter, but at least the ringside floor has padding!
Adams: Very little tho.
Lord Raab struggles over the railing, himself showing the wear and tear of the hard fought match thus far. He grabs hold of Goth and drags him up, throwing him hard enough into the metal ring steps that he is sent tumbling over the steps and to the floor. Lord Raab then climbs those very steps and perches himself on the ring apron with his back turned to his rival. Goth struggles to get his footing when Lord Raab uses the apron as a launching pad and crashes into the challenger with a Thesz press onto Goth, sending both men down to the floor! Lord Raab makes the cover...
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Lord Raab pries Goth from the floor and rolls him inside of the ring, beneath the bottom rope.
2.....
3-NO! Goth gets his shoulder up!
Simone: I seriously doubt going back inside of the ring will curb the violence felt by either man.
Lord Raab throws up the canvas surrounding the ring and begins looking beneath the structure brings out a steel chair, two trash cans and a table which he slides beneath the bottom rope as Goth is now back on his feet. Lord Raab slides under the ropes, and is immediately hit with a trash can shot from Goth!
Travis: It probably wasn't the smartest thing Raab ever did, throwing the weapons to Goth before he could use them himself!
Goth backs up a step and just brings the trash can down into Lord Raab's prone body again before dropping down and making the inevitable cover!
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Lord Raab kicks out!
Simone: These two men are taking so much punishment! What is it going to take!?
Adams: And to think Raab WANTED to face Goth!
Goth goes to bring Raab to his feet but as the champion gets to his knees, he swings a brutal uppercut right between the legs of the challenger! Lord Raab then goes over and grabs the table and begins setting it up parallel to the neutral corner. The crowd begins to cheer...
Simone: Why is it every time someone sets up a table these people go crazy?
Travis: Everyone loves a little wood.
Simone: Hm, your girlfriend must be ecstatic.
Adams: We need paramedics out here because Mister TNA just got BURNED!
Lord Raab goes back over to where Goth is fighting to recover and he delivers a sharp kick to Goth's head! Lord Raab grabs Goth and drags him over towards the table and sets him in position for a powerbomb...
Adams: This doesn't look good for Goth!
Lord Raab lifts him up into the air and brings him down into the table with the powerbomb maneuver - but the solid table does not break!
Simone: Oh God! That has to hurt worse than if the table HAD broken!
With Goth lying prone on the table, Lord Raab turns to the corner and facing the crowd, he begins to climb, first the second turnbuckle....the crowd starts cheering heavier! ... Then the second...BOOS!!!
Simone: Hey wait a minute! Where are you going!?
Travis gets up from the announcer's table and slides inside of the ring beneath the bottom rope! As Lord Raab mounts the middle turnbuckle to ascend to the top, Travis runs up and drags Goth off of the table! He then comes up from behind Lord Raab and ducks his head under the champion's legs...Simone: What the hell is he doing!?
Catching Lord Raab by complete surprise, Travis scoops him up in a riding position on his shoulders from out of the corner! Travis steps back and slowly turns around, facing the table...
Adams: Uh OHHH!
Simone: He wouldn't....!
Travis heaves Lord Raab over his head, launching him off of his shoulders in a face-down Electric Chair Drop right into the table, shattering it into shards of hard broken wood! The crowd is on it's feet as Lord Raab lies still amidst the debris of the broken table!
Adams: He can and he did....right in front of the referee who is helpless to reprimand him in this No Holds Barred match!
Travis walks toward the ropes and steps outside and drops down to the floor and watches as Goth stumbles to where the Lord Raab lies in the mangled remains of the table and he rolls him over onto his back and makes the cover!
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Adams: New champion! New champion!
Drew Patton hands the championship belt over to Goth and raises his arm, but Goth pulls it away and raises his own instead!
Justin: Here is your winner, and the NEW Sin City Wrestling ROULETTE Champion ... GOTH!!!
The crowd boos and cheers both for the crowning of the new champion as Travis points at the belt from the outside and Goth openly dares him to enter the ring! Travis instead smirks confidently and backs up the aisle as Goth stares him down coldly.
Simone: A brand new Roulette - yes, Roulette - Champion crowned here in Sri Lanka, and it is thanks to the interference of Travis Nathaniel Andrews!
Adams: Boy I'd hate to be Mister TNA when Lord Raab gets a hold of him!
Simone: That's all we've got time for, join us next week!
THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, Andy, Dustin, Jenny, The Lord MK, Derek, Erik, Melanie, Mike, ROAR, Simon Jones, Gerrit, Mikah. Also to Vixen for the match banners and to everyone for being a part of SCW.