Despayre: Can I meet Fangus sometime? His reputation proceeds him!

Misty nods with a welcoming smile.

Misty: Absolutely. Once Owen is home from the hospital, whenever you’re back in Las Vegas you just have Synn contact me and we can set up a teddy bear play date. Wait…is that the right term?

Misty laughs as she confuses herself. She knew, however, that Despayre would have the answer to that question. .

Despayre: Play date. Battle strategy exchange sessions.

Despayre clears his throat.

Despayre: Poker game... you say potato, I saw New York Reuben Chips!

Misty laughs again and she looks past Despayre and around the hall.

Misty: Alright then. We’ll set it up the first chance we get, I promise. Anyway, I’ll let you get back to your game with Angel. I actually need to try and find Tim before the show ends. I’ll catch you later, Despayre…and Angel!

Despayre: Bye!

Despayre waves to Misty as she rushes off down the hall, continuing her search for Tim. Once she is out of sight, the small rubber ball flies at Despayre, again knocking him right back to the floor and the camera turns to face Angel, still innocently seated in the chair.

Despayre: I called 'pause!' ... Well it was implied!

The scene opens as the big screen comes to life with Marshall Owens and Sean Jackson standing in front of a SCW banner. Marshall in a suit and tie is standing on the left while his equally sharp dressed client stands to the right. Within moments, the silence is broken by Marshall.

Owens: Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Marshall Owens and I'm the advocate for the most thoughtful man in SCW history...

Marshall points towards the Mental Rapist.

Owens: The man who just last week in Wellington, showed how thoughtful he was by offering the daughter of Simon Jones...

The camera pans back a bit, revealing that Sean Jackson is holding the stuffed teddy bear from last week.

Owens: A simple teddy bear.

A look of pure innocence fills their faces.

Owens: A gift if you will.

The innocent look then changes to shock.

Owens: Something that a reasonable person would accept without question. But not Simon Jones...

Marshall shakes his head.

Owens: No, instead of accepting the gift for his daughter like a rationale thinking person would. Simon Jones proceeds to attack my client without provocation and with nothing but malice in his heart.

Marshall exchanges a look with his client before continuing.

Owens: But instead of filing criminal charges against that thug Simon Jones, my client has opted once again to take the high road, showing no ill will towards Mr. Jones.

Sean nods.

Owens: Which is why my client will take this time to again address his good friend Matty, the daughter of Simon Jones.

Taking his cue, the Mental Rapist seizes the opportunity to once again get under the skin of one Simon Jones.

Jackson: Matty, forgive your father because he knows not what he does. He has a frat-boy temper that controls him, that makes him dangerous, and we can only hope he doesn't lose that temper on you.

He comes off as sincere. If you wouldn't know better, you could almost believe the false allegation against Simon. But because you do know better, it is dismissed as being false. But what about those new fans who are tuning in for the first time? what about those first time viewers who saw Simon Jones attack Sean Jackson for simply wanting to give a teddy bear to his daughter?

Jackson: But even if he does my sweet Matty, no one could argue that your daddy doesn't love you. Oh sure, he spends all his time away from you, choosing his own selfish needs ahead of yours, but he would never hurt you intentionally...

How low Sean Jackson has stooped? teasing abuse that doesn't exist with affection that does. Doing his best to confuse the little girl, or to piss of Simon Jones even further, which ever came first.

Jackson: Now would he?

The former world heavyweight champion shakes his head, holding his hand up.

Jackson: You don't have to answer that Matty, Lord knows you don't want to be caught up in the middle of your daddy's controversial decisions. Placing you in fear of him lashing out at you, at creating friction at home.

Sean allows himself to smile, a dis-enchanted gesture to disarm any reservations little Matty would have. Another move seen to get under the skin of Simon Jones.

Jackson: You saw how your daddy responded to me trying to give you this teddy bear, so please, just forgive him in order to keep the peace in your home, between your parents.

In his mind, he could see the furniture flying where ever Simon Jones was at the moment. If Simon was at home, he could imagine the fear little Matty would be in, her not understanding why daddy was so upset...

Just knowing that Matty would be watching her parents argue, tears running down her cheek would be the icing on the cake.

Jackson: So what if he left you, so what if he spent more time with Natalie McKinley last weekend than he did with you or your mother.

He shrugs.

Jackson: You should be used to it by now, you know your mother is. Instead of boarding the first flight home, your dad hung outside Natalie's room in order to find out why...

He begins to smile.

Jackson: You know, I don't want to bore you with the details. But lets be honest, if he loved you like he said he did, he would have blown off Natalie and went home...

Come on now, did you really expect anything less? Sean then raises the teddy bear.

Jackson: With this.

It is a dangerous gamble, but a necessary one if it gets Simon off his game. Sean then changes his tone of voice and the delivery of his message since it is no longer aimed at the young Matty.

Jackson: Isn't that right Simon?

The Mental Rapist knows exactly how to drive this home.

Jackson: Of course I am. But I'm not going to give up on you Simon, not yet. Young Matty is worth fighting for, and I will make sure she gets her daddy back...

He winks.

Jackson: Even if I have to make you a vegetable in the process.

With that, Sean and Marshall exit the scene, leaving nothing but the SCW banner hanging in the background.

Sometime after Drake Green's match, Mikah bursts into Mark and Christian's office once more, the door smacking against the wall once more. She glares at Christian for a moment, breathing a bit heavy from her emotions and partly due to all the alcohol consumption she'd drank in the time since she'd arrived at the arena.

Mikah: “I can't believe you actually let him wrestle tonight! I cannot believe it!”

Christian: Well he does have a contract here.

Christian fires a smile towards Hot Stuff who shrugs his shouders.

HS: He does, which means I can legally have people beat hi up. Thanks Christian

Mikah crosses her arms over her chest, glowering in general direction of Christian. Then looking at Mark, pouting her bottom lip out.

Mikah: “He just gets to roam around free!? After what he did to me at Summer XXXtreme!? How is that fair?!”

She takes a deep breath, before looking down at her stiletto heel-clad feet for a moment.

Mikah: “Way to promote sexual assault, Christian. After all, you ARE the one who gave him a job. He SHOULD be locked up like the criminal he is.”

HS: Yeah, I agree, locked up and being a bitch to some big guy called Bubba.

Christian look at Mikah

Christian: You accusing Drake Green of that is like you telling me you're a natural blonde. We know both are a lie

She huffs a bit before looking at Mark and offering him a smile again before glaring at Christian.

Mikah: “You are so lucky I don't file some sort of complaint against you, Christian. Forcing me to work in such unsafe working conditions.”

She glares at him again before turning to face Mark again, smiling at him as if she wasn't just glaring at Christian 2.5 seconds ago.

Mikah: “Drinking tonight? I think after everything that is happened, shots will be needed.”

HS: After sitting in this damn office with him, yeah, I need a drink. First round on me.

She smiles before hugging Mark before sticking her tongue out at Christian in a childish manner.

Mikah: “Okay! See you later then.”

She struts off, slamming the door behind her.

Backstage, SCW's own Ms. Rocky Mountains is seen holding up a microphone. Standing next to her is Mercedes Vargas for an interview segment. The Argentine Bombshell, seen in street clothes, is all business for her match later tonight with Amy and Raynin in the night's main event for Climax Control.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, we all know about the storied rivalry you have with Amy Marshall and tonight we will see a renewal of that in your triple threat match, but it seems as if you have earned yourself a new rivalry with Raynin. Ahead of your match this week, you've apparently gotten under the skin of the former World Bombshell Champion and now three-time current World Bombshell Tag Team Champion. After making these alleged comments, do you have any regrets?

Mercedes: Regrets? No, Rocky, I think my supply fell through, sorry.

Mercedes cocks her head and forces a thin smile at Rocky before she continued.

Mercedes: Regrets, Rocky, would mean having to live in the past. As for my *air quotes* alleged comments, I think the only ones who are upset are The Fallen, specifically Raynin. I probably would not have said these things to someone I've just met, but what I said about The Fallen is true, isn't it? As far as Raynin goes, she says The Fallen are por la aficionados, for the fans. Luchamos por la aficionados, they fight for the fans. She even goes as far as to say the rest of the girls in the lockerroom are fake. Well, Rocky, I don't know who Raynin is trying to fool, because the only people I see who are fake around here are the three-time and current SCW World Bombshell Tag Team Champions.

The camera closes in on a close up shot as Mercedes continues.

Mercedes: You know who were “for the fans”? Vixen was for the fans, Misty was for the fans. Emma Rose and Odette Stevens and Roxi Johnson were for the fans. You might say that even I'm for the fans. The Fallen? They're not for the fans. They say the fans are the only ones that matter, but they don't really believe that. Much like their collective careers, it's just words that are empty. Hollow. Worthless. The only thing Raynin and Gothika care about are themselves and winning championships. Then again, you might even question if they care about winning championships at all. They can deny it all they want, doesn't make it any less true, though.

The camera peels back just enough to fram Rocky and Mercedes as the interviewer stands her ground.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well, on behalf of The Fallen, Raynin has defended both her and Gothika, saying that they have always cared about SCW, and even donated their time and energy to their fanbase. Plus, you can't deny what The Fallen has done in their separate and collective careers, Mercedes. They are the most decorated tag team in history. Could it be that you're jealous of their success?

Mercedes: Me, jealous? Get it together, Rocky! They have nothing for me to be jealous about and you defending them changes nothing. The Fallen say they're dominant but as the saying goes, seeing is believing - and I have yet to see it. This is a sport where if you're not seen, you're forgotten. Maybe this isn't middle school and maybe we won't get a certificate for participation or a *air quote* perfect attendance record, but there is such a thing as being visible to your audience. If they're trying to build The Fallen brand, they have to at least be visible to the fans. They're not stupid. A lot of the time, they can tell who the serious wrestlers are from those who are here for a paycheck. All I'm saying is that The Fallen, as the champions and VETERANS of the division, should be held accountable not just for SCW, not just for the lockerroom, not just for themselves, but those same fans they claim they're trying to win over, they owe them THAT much.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well, Mercedes, I don't think it does me any good in trying to convince you otherwise.

Mercedes: You can't do much worse than The Fallen trying to convince me that they're not the biggest phonies in the history of ever, no matter how many metaphors and nursery rhymes they want to use. And if calling them to the carpet makes me the bad guy in all of this, if bringing this issue to light makes them upset, so be it. Since then, Raynin, on behalf of the Fallen, has broken her silence, and she also broke the heart of SCW fans.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Do you have any last words you want to say to your opponents ahead of your match?

Mercedes: Don't I always?

Mercedes turns to the camera.

Mercedes: Amy, good luck out there tonight. Chances are you won't need it. But then, luck really hasn't helped you in matches against me, isn't that right? And as for Raynin? The Fallen are back in SCW and that's supposed to be a good thing, so why does it feel like it's not? You can take a shot at my ego, you can mock my win-loss record and you can spit on my accomplishments, but one thing that you or Gothika can't throw dirt on me for is that I've been a more active part of this company than the both of you in your entire collective careers. I thought you knew. That is like your catchphrase or something, right? Well, sweetheart, that makes two of us because I thought YOU knew better.

She smiles.

Mercedes: And that is being real.

Booing against Mercedes becomes audible from the live crowd as she storms off the set, leaving Rocky standing there looking after her.

Three ladies are standing near the roulette wheel. One of these ladies is Candy Overton, the #1 Contender for the Bombshell Roulette Championship. The other two standing along side of her are Ashley Fairchild and her sister Hazel Overton. Candy pulls out a lollipop from her pocket and begins to undo the wrapper when she finally speaks.

Candy Overton: Well ladies, since no one is around to announce the stipulation for Melanie vs Crystal.

Hazel Overton: How does this thing work exactly?

A slight snicker escaped from Candy as she pats her little sister on the head.

Candy Overton: First you grab one of the handles along the wheel. You check over the stipulations that are placed on this wheel and give it a nice good spin.

Candy spins the wheel as all three ladies are just standing there looking at it. The wheel continues to spin as Candy places the lollipop in her mouth.

Ashley Fairchild: Why are you always sucking on those lollipops? Don't you know those things can rot your teeth?

Candy Overton: Will you relax Ash? These lollipops just so happen to have magical powers on the male population. Observe.

The camera zooms out as Scott Oliver is seen walking by as Candy leans against the wall. Scott stops suddenly in his tracks as Candy seductively begins to suck on the lollipop.

Candy Overton: Hi Scott

Scott Oliver: H..h..hi Candy

Candy Overton: Are you going somewhere Scott?

Scott Oliver: I was just going to step outside for a little bit. Why? Do you need something from me?

Candy Overton: Yes, the door to my locker room continues to stick. Could you fix it?

Scott Oliver: I'll get right on it.

Candy flutters her eyes as Scott's cheeks flush red. He slowly licks his lips as Candy places the lollipop back into her mouth.

Candy Overton: See what I mean, Ash.

The wheel finally stops spinning as all three ladies look at it. Hazel scratches the top of her head as Candy and Ashley look to be a little confused.

Hazel Overton: I guess Melanie vs Crystal will now be a First Blood Ambulance match.

Three ladies shrug their shoulders as Candy hands her lollipop over to Hazel. She doesn't say one word as she walks out of the picture. Ashley's eyes are locked onto the lollipop.

Ashley Fairchild: Are you really going to continue sucking on that lollipop?

Hazel Overton: No.

She tosses the lollipop into the trash can. They let out a soft giggle before walking off as well.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following First Blood Ambulance match is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Championship. Introducing first.

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: The challenger from Detriot, Michigan. She is the self proclaimed "Rose Goddess" 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. She smiles bouncing around a bit as she awaits her opponent to come out..

Simone: According to Crystal, she still believes she should be the rightful #1 Contender.

Adams: Tonight she gets that chance to once again become a champion.

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.

Justin: and her opponent, from Copenhagen, Denmark. She is the current reigning and defending SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion. Please welcome the "Dark Angel" Melanie Gabrielle

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.

Simone: Melanie has been on quite a roll as of late since becoming the Bombshell Roulette Champion

Before Jason can add his comment, "Best Day of my life" strikes up over the sound system as Candy Overton steps out onto the stage. The crowd is going absolutely crazy as she blows them a kiss. She pulls out a lollipop from her pocket, removes the wrapper and sticks it into her mouth.

Justin: Please welcome....Candy Overton

Candy slowly starts to walk down the ramp as she high fives most of the audience sitting in the front row. Crystal hasn't taken her eyes off of Candy the entire time as she walks around the ring. Crystal follows Candy toward the commentary table as Jason quickly jumps up to his feet and places a comfy chair right next to him. Candy smiles at both Jason and Belinda before grabbing her headset and placing it over her ears.

Simone: As promised by Christian Underwood, Candy Overton will be joining us here at ringside to give some special insights on this match.

Adams: Isn't this great Belinda? We have the true #1 Contender sitting here at ringside while these two ladies fight to see who faces her.

Crystal continues to have her eyes locked on Candy as Jacob Summers calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Simone: Candy, do you have any idea why Crystal is staring a hole at you?

Candy Overton: I think she is just a little upset that I beat her and Jessie Salco at Summer XXXtreme 3 to get this opportunity at the Bombshell roulette championship.

Crystal turns around so she can try to remain focus on the task at hand. Jacob is begging for both ladies to get the match started. Crystal starts to walk around the ring as does Melanie. They continue to circle each other before locking up in the center of the ring. The South American crowd doesn't like how this match is starting and begins to let out loud boos toward both ladies. Melanie gains the upper hand first by placing Crystal in a side headlock. She keeps the hold locked in for a few seconds when Crystal slams her forearm into the side of Melanie. The shot from the forearm causes her to let out a soft grunt. Crystal continues to slam forearms into Melanie's side until she releases the hold on her.

Melanie does finally loosen her grip as Crystal bounces off the ropes and runs right through Melanie with a shoulder block. Crystal looks down at Melanie, flicks her hair and runs toward the ring ropes on the other side. Melanie immediately lies down on her stomach as Crystal runs over her and when she rebounds from the other side. Melanie springs up to her feet and connects with a single leg dropkick knocking Crystal down to the canvas.

Adams: Does anyone know how to win this match?

Candy Overton: It's a simple concept really. In order to get your opponent inside the ambulance, he or she has to be busted open first. I just hope Crystal can handle seeing her own blood.

Crystal quickly grabs at her jaw as Melanie catches her with a sharp shining wizard. The tip of her knee nearly knocks Crystal out cold. Melanie drops down for a quick cover when Jacob waves her off. A slight look of confusion creeps across her face as she questions Jacob about the rules. With Melanie momentarily distracted, Crystal uses this time to scoot herself out of the ring. Both of her feet touch the arena floor as she leans up against the ring apron. A small chuckle escapes her voice as she taps the side of her head. Melanie stops talking to him and begins to look around for Crystal.

She finally notices her standing on the outside, hops up and down before bouncing off the ring ropes. Crystal has no clue about what is happening as Melanie comes running towards her. Melanie drops into a sliding position and kicks Crystal sternum first into the barricade. Crystal nearly lands on a couples' lap sitting in the front row. She looks at the couple, gives a sly smirk and puts a hand on the guy's cup.

Simone: I do not see this going really well.

Candy Overton: This could get very interesting.

Melanie moves slowly toward Crystal as she sticks out one hand. Melanie reaches out to grab Crystal by her shoulder when she spins around and tosses the contents of the cup into Melanie's face. The smell of beer fills the arena as Melanie quickly places both hands over her face as the beer gets into her eyes. Crystal follows up the beer splash with a quick toe kick to the gut and grabs two handfuls of hair. Crystal lets out a scream as she tosses Melanie into the timekeeper's area. Melanie lands with a loud thud as the back of her head smacks hard on the barricade protecting them. Crystal follows that up with multiple stomps while leaning over the barricade and grabbing two Aquafina water bottles. She unscrews one of the caps and pours the water all over Melanie's face.

Crystal steps back a bit allowing Melanie to get to a knee before slamming the other full water bottle across her face. Melanie once again falls back down as Crystal once again begins to stomp a mudhole in her. After the final stomp, Crystal takes a few steps over to where Candy is sitting and leans over the desk. She starts yelling at Candy who just waves her off.

Candy Overton: Now's not the time Crystal. You want me then win this match.

Crystal continues to scream at Candy until a hand grabs a hold her head and slams her face first into the announce desk. Candy shrugs her shoulders as Melanie continues to bounce Crystal's face off the desk like a basketball. She too glances at Candy. Candy just motions across her waist while still sucking on her lollipop. Melanie gives a quick nod of her head while pulling Crystal away from the desk. She points to the ring post as the crowd goes crazy. She looks at Crystal's face before looking to send her like a lawn dart into the ring post.

Sensing that is what Melanie's intentions are, Crystal manages to slam Melanie's face into the ring post instead. Her face bounces off the ring post hard as Crystal catches her head before slamming it again. Crystal pulls Melanie's head back, wipes her hair out of her face as a small gash has appeared on her forehead. Crystal chuckles again as she drags Melanie around the ring. An ambulance is sitting on the right side of the stage as Crystal starts to walk Melanie up the ramp. As Crystal continues to pull Melanie up the ramp, Melanie strikes with a hard forearm right into her back. Crystal grunts as Melanie grabs her around the head and drives the back of it right into the ramp.

Adams: What an inverted DDT Melanie just pulled off.

Simone: This match will continue until one lady is inside that ambulance with both doors shut behind her.

Candy Overton: I'm just glad that I'm not in this match.

Melanie is sitting on one knee while trying to regain her composure. Crystal slowly begins to stir as she grabs the back of her head. Melanie finally gets back up to her feet as she is handed a picture frame from one of the audience members. At first she looks at the fan then down at the makeshift weapon and motions for Crystal to stand up. She does manage to get back up to her feet as Melanie drives the picture frame right down onto Crystal's face. Glass shards cover the floor as blood drips all over them.

The camera pans around to show how mangled Crystal's face looks after the shot from that picture frame. Melanie follows that initial shot with a right hook which knocks Crystal off balance. She stumbles around as Melanie continues to use Crystal's face as a makeshift punching bag. Crystal falls right onto her backside as started to stumble up the ramp. Melanie charges and slams her left knee this time into the side of Crystal's head. The force of the blow sends Crystal rolling onto the side where the ambulance is standing by.

Candy Overton: How fitting? Crystal is the first to get busted open. Now all Melanie needs to do is toss her into the ambulance.

Simone: Candy, I thought you wanted to face Crystal.

Candy Overton: I already did at Summer XXXTreme. You see my end goal was to seal my fate for High Stakes 5. Now that I am guaranteed a title match, I don't need to face the sore loser that is Crystal Hilton.

While Crystal is still lying on the arena floor, Melanie stands on the edge of the ramp with her back towards Crystal and leaps into the air. She is looking for a moonsault only to get two knees for her troubles. Melanie keels over while holding her midsection as Crystal nails her with a vicious uppercut. She gets back up to her feet, grabs Melanie by the arm and whips her back first into the ambulance. Melanie bows her back after the hard impact from the blow. She is about to go down when Crystal charges at her and snaps off a front low dropkick sending the back of Melanie's head through the glass of the back windows. Melanie leans forward as she places one hand on the back of her head.

Adams: That was nasty.

Melanie brings her hand around to her face as it is covered with blood. Melanie staggers forward as Crystal grabs her by the head, uses the ambulance as a step ladder and drives Melanie face first into the concrete. Crystal gets to one knee as uses one hand to wipe her face. Her hand feels something gooey and pulls it down so she can see it. A loud blood curdling scream is heard as Crystal can't believe that she was busted open. After a few seconds, her face goes from being shocked to being enraged as she lifts Melanie off the concrete floor. Melanie's face looks like a crimson mask as Crystal orders one of the ambulance drives to open the back doors.

Simone: Could this be it?

Crystal drags Melanie over to the ambulance. When she gets close, she looks directly into her eyes and begins to bad mouth her. Crystal then grabs a hold of Melanie's blood soaked trunks and goes to toss her inside the ambulance. Melanie quickly grabs a hold of the door hinge and swings herself out of the truck. Melanie lands directly beside the truck as Crystal hops up onto the truck. Before she can do any jumping off, Melanie grabs her leg and yanks out from underneath her. Crystal lands hard on the metal siding as Melanie pulls out a stretcher.

She places it down on the ground and grabs Crystal off the truck. Crystal is trying to fight out of it but Melanie drops her head first onto the stretcher. As Crystal lies face down on the stretcher, Melanie quickly straps her down. With all the straps firmly fastened up, Melanie lifts one side of the stretcher off the ground and leans it against the ambulance. As the stretcher leans up against it, she goes to the other side and lifts it off the ground. Without any help, she slides the stretcher with Crystal strapped on into the ambulance. She slams both doors shut as Jacob calls for the bell.

Justin: Here is your winner and still SCW Bombshell Roulette Champion....Melanie Gabrielle

"Evil Angel" cues up as Melanie is handed her championship belt. She lifts the belt high into the air as her face is still covered with blood.

Simone: That was one brutal match.

Adams: I hope both ladies will make a speedy recovery.

Candy Overton: I thoroughly enjoyed that match but it is now time for me to go party with my sister.

Candy Overton calmly stands up, places her headset down onto the desk and walks toward the ramp. She stops midway as Melanie meets her. Melanie hoists the championship belt high into the air as Candy gives her nod. "Best Day of my life" is played over the speakers as Candy motions for the championship belt.

Adams: I can't wait to see those two square off.

Simone: It will be a good match.

The scene opens up in the backstage area where Sean Jackson and Marshall Owens are taking in the events of the night. Since he isn't booked, there is no reason for the Mental Rapist to do anything but relax. Without even realizing the camera is close by, a conversation between advocate and client ensues.

Jackson: His time is almost up Marshall. Pretty soon no one is going to be able to help him...

The former world champion is going all out to instill fear through the SCW roster. He has already targeted the daughter of Simon Jones, and now one has to wonder if that last statement is particularly aimed at the afore-mentioned Simon.

Jackson: Because they too are going to fear what I'm capable of.

Marshall nods his head up and down. He can just imagine what everyone is thinking now. Superstars and bombshells alike, wondering if they have what it takes to survive this new Sean Jackson.

Jackson: Beating him was satisfying, but I didn't take anything from him. Why just beat a man, when you can take something important from him as well.

It was now time to destroy a hero.

Jackson: I want him gasping for air. I want him feeling the walls closing in, that there's no possible way of escape. I want him to feel that sense of loss, of losing a close friend.

Usually Marshall is all in when it comes to ideas. But recently, there has been some reluctance due to the targets picked.

Owens: Are you sure about this?

Dread is forming on the attorney's face. Some people and their friends should be considered off limits, no matter how highly the Mental Rapist thinks of himself.

Owens: Because I think this will backfire big time on you.

True to form, Sean waves off the concern.

Jackson: You worry too much Marshall. I didn't win the SCW world heavyweight championship on two different occasions by quitting on a plan before it was time....

Embracing the insanity, Sean knows that his plan is fool proof. All he has to do is execute at the right time, at the right place, and with the right person.

Jackson: So just sit back and watch, because by the time I'm finished, he won't realize he's the victim until it is too late.

Marshall turns to face his client.

Owens: I still don't like it Sean. He is the kind of crazy we simply don't need.

Sean rolls his eyes. How dare Marshall think there is anyone in Sin City Wrestling who is beyond his control?

Jackson: You just leave all that up to me. Besides, I'm quite sure Matty would love him.

Owens: Leave it alone Sean, I'm begging you.

Sean once again waves off the concerns.

Jackson: First of all Marshall, I don't listen to you...you listen to me. Secondly, all of your yapping is a waste of time because you don't know the first thing about wrestling, totally relying on me to teach you the difference between a wrist lock and a wrist watch.

Clearly frustrated, Marshall shrugs his shoulders and prepares to walk away.

Owens: You do what you want Sean, but don't say I didn't warn you when...

This draws a smile from the former world champion.

Jackson: I tell you what Marshall, when I break him, you are going to stand in the middle of that ring and apologize for ever doubting me.

Sean slaps him on the shoulder.

Jackson: That you can be assured of.

With that, it is Sean Jackson who walks away, leaving Marshall standing there on his own.

Owens: I still think it's a mistake.

Fin.

We once again find ourselves backstage following former Bombshell, Misty. She seems slightly more frustrated than she was earlier as she is on her search for Tim Staggs. So far she’s run into Alexis Edwards and Despayre, but has yet to find Tim. Just as she’s about to turn down another hall, she hears a voice shouting behind her.

Pussy: Misty! Hey, Misty!

Misty stops and slowly turns on her heels, facing the eager head reporter with a friendly smile.

Misty: Hi, Pussy…I’d love to chat but—

Misty tries to finish her sentence but she is promptly cut off.

Pussy: I heard rumblings that you were here, but I was hesitant to believe it. What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be back in Las Vegas with your son? How’s the little guy doing?

Misty keeps the polite smile on her face as Pussy fires off a series of questions quickly. Misty holds her hand up and takes in a deep breath before answering.

Misty: Owen is doing amazing, actually. My sister, Dixie, is watching over him at the hospital while I’m here and she’s keeping my updated via FaceTime. As for why I am here—

Pussy: You missed all of your friends, didn’t you? I haven’t seen Roxi here yet, but I’m sure she’s around here somewhere if you’re trying to—

Misty shakes her head, putting that thought off.

Misty: As much as I’d love to visit with Roxi and the rest of my friends here, I really only came here to see Tim. He’s been having a bit of a rough time lately and we didn’t get a chance to meet up when he was home in Las Vegas during his break a couple weeks ago.

Pussy Willow nods.

Pussy: Yes, everybody is well aware of his troubles lately, unfortunately. I was hoping to speak to both he and Alexis a little while ago, but it was pretty obvious my presence wasn’t needed. I left him and Alexis alone to talk, though it looked as though it would turn into more of an argument…again.

Misty’s eyes light up, having her first clue as to where Tim might be.

Misty: You…you saw Tim? You spoke to him? Where is he? I’ve been looking everywhere for him, but it’s almost like he knows I’m here and he’s avoiding me.

Misty practically shakes Pussy Willow, desperate to find Tim.

Pussy: If you want to call him practically shoving me off camera, speaking to him…Then, yes, I did. It was just down the hall a little while ago, but the boy disappears quickly. I wouldn’t expect him to be in the same place anymore. If I were you, I’d give him some space, though. If not, he might just—

Misty: Look, I have to try speaking to him, Pussy. He might not be happy to see me, but I came here for him so I have to try. I’d love to stay and chat, but I need to find him!

Misty pats Pussy on her shoulder before she quickly takes off down the hall, hoping she’ll find Tim. Pussy Willow stays behind, shaking her head with a quick shrug of her shoulders before she turns and walks away in search for her next interview.

Attention switches to the SCW-Tron, above the stage. A pair of hands can be seen, holding a white teddy bear, which has a red heart on it. As the camera zooms out, the fans cheer at the sight of the person to whom the hands belong: Simon Jones; Simon is sat in a chair, alone in a nondescript room.

Simon: I'm sorry that I'm not in Montevideo this evening, for Climax Control - instead, I'm over six thousand miles away, at home, in the UK.

Simon looks down at the bear.

Simon: I'm sure some of you will recognise this toy as the teddy bear that Sean Jackson presented me with last Sunday, while I lay unconscious, following the conclusion of our match.

Simon looks back up at the camera.

Simon: Some of you may be surprised to see that I still have this bear in my possession - even Sean Jackson may have expected me to have discarded it. However, I chose to keep it as a reminder - a reminder of what went wrong for me last week.

Simon glances at the teddy bear again.

Simon: And besides, my daughter has become attached to it.

Simon smiles; he then places the bear on the floor, and looks back to the camera.

Simon: I expect Sean Jackson to say that I didn't make the journey to Montevideo this weekend because I don't care about the fans, just like how last week he tried to claim that me competing in SCW shows that I don't love my family - he will spin things whatever way he can, so as to suit his agenda.

Simon shakes his head.

Simon: My love for my wife and daughter cannot be called into question - it was because of them that I left SCW, fourteen months ago. And although my recent decision to swap my desk for the ring does mean that I now have to spend some weekends away from home, it also means that I'm at home more during the week - so overall, my return to SCW has actually resulted in me getting to spend more time with my daughter. But hey, why let the facts get in the way of a good story - right, Sean?

Simon smirks.

Simon: Also, Sean, you were wasting your breath, directing your comments on Climax Control towards my daughter; Matilda is twenty-one months old - she's only interested in watching CBeebies. And, for your information, she hasn't yet developed an interest in tea parties.

Simon pauses for a moment; he then rubs his chin, before continuing.

Simon: So, after what happened at Summer XXXTreme, followed by the loss last week, where do I go from here?

Simon shrugs his shoulders.

Simon: I don't know. I had the return match for the heavyweight title that I was entitled to, and so now, if I'm to get another shot at the title, I'm going to earn it.

He then lets out a small sigh.

Simon: Putting together some wins would be a good way to go about that, starting with my next match - whenever that may be; old enemy, or new foe, I look forward to whatever challenge I'm presented with next, and getting to show everyone that I've still got some fight left in me.

The scene cuts away.

The opening guitar riff to "Blame it on the Boom Boom" by Black Stone Cherry starts to play. The riff repeats itself once more. A British flag appears on the screen, waving with a gray filter and the lyrics kick in.

I Like big love, black love, white love, your love
Here we go
Sit back, hold up, open up, just enjoy the show
I Like ice cream, whip cream, nasty dreams
Do you know? Can you feel what I mean?

Ben: Alright people.

The crowd instantly cheer at Ben's catchphrase.

Ben: Now I'm sure you're probably wondering why I'm wearing this ACW shirt but I will get to that. Got a few things to have a rabbit with you guys about, so I'm gonna start with Joshua Acquin. Just gotta say cheers for that match mate, enjoyed it. Top talent, I hope you get the breaks ya deserve soon.

Ben starts pacing the ring.

Ben: Secondly, I've heard a lot of chatter this week about me. A lot have been praising my return and the way I've handled myself since I've been back, and that's coming from a lot of people in the back. I gotta admit, that does make me feel blinding about myself. I mean me number one job is to come out here and entertain you guys.

Ben points around the crowd, causing them to cheer.

Ben: But if I can impress those people in the back too, I'm on the right track so thank you to you lovely people in the back, it's brilliant being part of this roster once more.

Ben gives a thumbs up to the back.

Ben: And now the reason I'm wearing this shirt. Tuesday marked the day I first became an SCW superstar two years ago, because Climax Control 60 was the show ACW was taken over by SCW.

Crowd: A-C-W! A-C-W!

Ben: Gotta thank Jonesy for reminding me of that to be fair. ACW was a place that I got to cut me teeth in. It took a bunch of unknown talent, or talent that couldn't get a break before and turned us in to names on everyone's lips. It gave me a chance to be it's only triple crown champion and Super J cup winner. I got to go to work every show with Drake Green, Simon Jones, a couple of fellas called Guns For Hire. It gave you stars like Traci Patterson, Jade Manendez-Arcador, my ex almost trouble and strife Emma Rose, Jeremiah Hardin, Lukas Von Aelfric, Steve Ramone, Cyrus King, Scott King, Mickey Carroll, Ruby, The Flying Jets and Trauma. Hell, they had Vixen there, and even Casey Williams popped his head in there to throw me around a cage.

The crowd cheer at hearing the names of former ACW stars and some current ACW stars.

Ben: JJ Dixon took us all and gave us a chance to become warriors in the ring, and gave us the freedom to grow, and we did just that. I could not let this year go by without remembering a fed that gave us a chance to be heard, gave me personally a place to make life long friendships. The heart of ACW still beats here with the line of Jonesy, Drake, Traci Patterson, Jeremiah Hardin, Steve Ramone, Cyrus King, Casey Williams and myself here, and I'm proud of where I came from so ACW, thanks for taking a chance on a geezer who'd never wrestled on TV before. You're proper missed.

Crowd: A-C-W! A-C-W! A-C-W! A-C-W!

Ben nods his head, putting a thumb up to the crowd in appreciation.

Ben: Without ACW, I wouldn't be here and looking to my future, which is what I gotta talk to you about now. See, me future involves a little fella by the name of Travis Nathaniel Andrews. Oh Travis, we've ummmed and ahhhhhed about this one a little too much and I was a bit disappointed that ya never come and tried to steal me spotlight last week. I mean it was there to be nicked. I left the windows open, the doors unlocked and a welcome mat for ya but ya just didn't fancy it. Well mate, I'm not gonna beat around the bush here. Me ol' mate Drake announced at the Supercard, that our next one will be High Stakes V... So how about me and you get in this ring and give the people what they want?

The crowd instantly cheer.

Ben: I got some people to see backstage, but you come and see me any time ya can get ya head out of your own arse, mmmmkay? It's been an absolute pleasure, but it's time for me to go. You have a good night all.

Ben moves towards the ropes.

Ben: Laters people!

Ben drops the mic as Blame It On The Boom Boom starts to blast through the speakers and he leaves the ring.

Simone: It is now time for the first of tonight’s Main Events and it is a big one!

Adams: That’s right, the Bombshell Internet Champion Amy Marshall will take on Mercedes Vargas and Raynin in a Triple Threat Match, the titles not on the line but if either Mercedes or Raynin can get the win here then we could see a title match between two of the competitors in the near future.

Simone: Let’s take it to Justin.

Justin: The following Non-Title match is scheduled for one fall and it is a Triple Threat Match!

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.

Justin: Introducing first, from Juneau, Alaska, she is the reigning Bombshell Internet Champion “The Punk Princess” Amy Marshall!

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

Simone: The last time Amy was in the same ring as Raynin her back suffered so much damage that she couldn’t move towards the end of the match forcing the ref to stop the match.

Adams: And she never got another shot at the title either.

Justin: And her opponents!

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

Justin: First from Austin, Texas, representing The Fallen, Raynin!

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

Simone: Both Amy and Raynin have a lot of history with Mercedes as well so they can’t discount her in this match.

Adams: Even if they didn’t have history with her you can’t discount Mercedes in general.

Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring, however before Mercedes can hop onto the apron Raynin bolts out of the ring and starts brawling with Mercedes prompting Jasmine to call for the bell.

DING DING DING

Simone: Raynin can’t wait to get this match started.

Adams: But she didn’t take out Amy first and nowhere is safe when you face a high flyer like Amy!

Jasmine tries to restore order outside the ring but it quickly becomes apparent that neither of the two Bombshells are listening to her and the crowd is loving every second of it! However Amy sees this as an opportunity and waits for the perfect time to strike and when that opportunity arises Amy bolts towards the ropes and dives over them, however Raynin sees the Suicide Dive coming and shoves Mercedes into the path of it wiping out the former Mean Girl.

Simone: Amy may have hit the suicide dive but Raynin’s quick thinking may have put her in firm control.

Adams: No kidding, Mercedes is out for the time being and Amy’s regaining her bearings from the Suicide Dive!

Amy gets back up to her feet but before she can pick up Mercedes and roll her back into the ring Raynin knees her in the stomach knocking the wind out of her, Raynin quickly gets an idea and sets Amy up for a Powerbomb before pointing to the apron.

Simone: Oh no! That was the move that ultimately cost Amy her rematch for the Bombshell Championship!

Adams: My back hurts just thinking about it!

Raynin hoists Amy up for the Powerbomb but fortunately Amy quickly realizes what Raynin is up too and grabs onto the top rope with one hand and delivers a stiff punch to Raynin’s face forcing her to let go, Raynin stumbles around for a few seconds clutching her face in pain and when she turns her attention back to Amy she leaps up on the middle rope and hits Raynin with an Asai Moonsault!

Simone: That was close but now it looks like Amy is in control.

Adams: Or not! Mercedes is back on her feet! And it’s a good thing that there’s no count outs in Triple Threat Matches because otherwise this would’ve been over by now!

Amy gets back to her feet only to get a double axe handle to the back from Mercedes before Mercedes rolls her back into the ring before following her back in and going for the first cover of the match 1….2…..and Amy kicks out at the count of two! Rather than complain to Jasmine about a slow count however Mercedes picks Amy up and locks her in an Abdominal Stretch.

Simone: Mercedes is in control for the moment but Raynin is still in the match!

Adams: And she’s getting back on her feet on the outside!

Jasmine gets into position and asks Amy if she wants to quit which she adamantly refuses too! Mercedes tries to keep up the pressure of the hold and instinctively reaches for the nearest rope only to realize that she’s in the middle of the ring, however before Mercedes can do anything else Raynin surprises her with a Running Lariat knocking over Amy in the process since she was still in the hold when Mercedes took the Lariat.

Simone: That’s one way to break up a submission hold!

Adams: Yeah and it’s a way that hurts both the applier of the hold and the victim!

Amy rolls out of the ring to get out of harm’s way as Raynin goes for a cover on Mercedes 1….2…..and Mercedes kicks out at the count of two! Raynin picks up Mercedes after a few minutes but those few minutes give Mercedes the chance she needs to recover enough to hit Raynin with an uppercut, Raynin returns the favour and within a few minutes the two Bombshells are brawling again!

Simone: All we need now is for them to take it outside of the ring and we’ll be back to how this match started!

Adams: Well we almost are because they’ve forgotten about Amy again!

Indeed Amy is back on her feet and, seeing the brawl going on inside the ring, starts formulating a plan in her head, meanwhile the brawl between Mercedes and Raynin continues for a good few minutes with no sign of slowing down to the point where Jasmine has pretty much given up on getting any semblance of order back for the time being, fortunately for her she doesn’t have to wait long for order to be restored as Amy leaps halfway across the ring from the top rope and nails them both with a Flying Cross Body!

Simone: And just like that Amy is back in the match!

Adams: And as long as Raynin doesn’t attack her back in a nasty way then she should be good for the rest of the match!

Amy goes for a cover on Raynin 1…..2…..and Raynin kicks out! Not to be deterred Amy goes for a cover on Mercedes 1….2….and Mercedes kicks out! Amy gets back to her feet and quickly gets another idea before positioning her opponents and going to the top turnbuckle, once she’s balanced herself Amy goes for a Moonsault on both Mercedes and Raynin…..only for both of her opponents to roll out of the way just in time!

Simone: Great timing on Mercedes and Raynin’s parts!

Adams: Not so great for Amy though!

Amy clutches her midsection in pain but at the moment neither of her opponents are in any condition to go for a pin due to the toll that the match has taken on both of them! However eventually Raynin is able to recover enough to go for a cover on Amy 1…..2…..and Amy doesn’t get a chance to kick out as Mercedes drags Raynin off of her and goes for a pin of her own 1…..2….and this time it’s Raynin that breaks it up.

Simone: Just think, if this was a Handicap Match those two would be arguing right now!

Adams: If it was a handicap match then we’d be wondering just how badly Amy had managed to piss off Mark!

Mercedes and Raynin start brawling again and Jasmine just throws her arms up in defeat at this point before she stands back and lets them go at it, Amy gets back to her feet in the corner in the meantime but she is obviously winded from her failed Moonsault attempt and therefore she can’t mount any offence at the moment, Raynin sees this and dumps Mercedes over the top rope (not noticing that Mercedes has grabbed the top rope) and hits Amy with the Whisky Tango Foxtrot!

Simone: WTF!

Adams: Language Belinda!

Simone: I was talking about Raynin’s finisher!

However Amy rolls out of the way before Raynin can go for a cover and Raynin goes to drag her to the centre of the ring only to be hit with the Black Rose Overdrive by Mercedes!

Simone: Black Rose Overdrive!

Adams: And since Raynin just hit Amy with her finisher this couldn’t be a more perfect opportunity for Mercedes!

Mercedes goes for a cover on Raynin 1…..2…..3!!!!

Justin: Here is your winner Mercedes Vargas!

Simone: Great match and I think Mercedes might have an Internet Title Shot in her future!

Adams: Don’t forget that she pinned Raynin to win the match and not Amy, that’ll probably count against her!

Mercedes rolls out of the ring and celebrates on the ramp whilst Amy glares at her, seeing Amy’s glare Mercedes makes eye contact with the champ before making a belt motion around her waist and leaving for the backstage area.

Mikah is seen walking backstage, the bottle of tequila in her hand, almost empty with only a fourth of it left. It was evident that she was already drunk and probably had been drunk most of the night. She just laughs as the camera man follows her to her limousine, where Alfonso is already waiting.

Mikah: “I'm ready to get out of this shithole, Alfonso. God, some of the people that Christian has employed is a little on the ridiculous side.”

Alfonso: “Yes, ma'am. Straight to the hotel?”

Mikah tilts her head to the side a bit before looking down at her nearly empty tequila bottle.

Mikah: “No, actually. I think a stop at the liquor store will be needed tonight, Alfonso. After dealing with all this stupid shit, I will need to get some alcohol before the night's events after the show. Fuck, I can't wait to get back to New York City.”

Alfonso just nods his head at Mikah's directions.

Mikah: “So glad that I get to do whatever the fuck I want to do because I'm the Bombshell Champion and that I don't have to watch Kain's match because I'm sure that's just what is expected of me. Fuck those try-hards that try to tell me how to live my life as a champion. I am sure that Mark Ward thinks I'm doing a fantastic job as a champion. And that's all that matters. Fuck those try-hards.”

She was ranting about people that continue to mention her on Twitter, even though she's obviously unfollowed them and ignores them every time they mention her.

Mikah: “Oh well, time to get drunk. To the liquor store, Alfonso.”

Alfonso: “Yes, ma'am.”

Mikah gets into the limousine and Alfonso shuts the door before he walks to the front and gets in the driver's seat himself.

The camera cuts backstage to the locker room door. Bangs and crashes are heard behind the door. The camera cuts inside to see Travis Nathaniel Andrews grabbing Ben Jordan by the head and throwing him in to a row of steel lockers, Ben's head bouncing back off them. Travis grabs his head again and slams it once more in to the lockers. Ben falls to the floor and Travis picks up a chair, folding it up and slamming it down hard on Ben's back. Ben lays motionless as Travis reaches down, lifting up Ben's head and yelling near his ear.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: You want The Phenomenon in a match huh. The Cockney bastard wants me. Well, be careful with what you ask for because you just might get it. In other words you simpleton, I ACCEPT.

He throws the chair down on Ben's back and walks out of the room as the camera fades.

Pussy Willow is near the vending machines when Candy enters the picture. Pussy doesn't notice her at first as she continues to scrounge around for change.

Candy Overton: Everything okay Pussy?

Pussy Willow: I'll be right with you okay. I just need to get something to drink.

Candy Overton: Maybe I can help you?

Pussy Willow: Look, I sai...

Pussy stops talking the moment she sees Candy standing right behind her.

Pussy Willow: I am so sorry Candy. I thought you were Crystal Hilton.

Candy Overton: It's okay Pussy.

Pussy Willow: No, it's not okay. That stupid bitch doesn't deserve another title opportunity.

Candy chuckles as she pulls out two quarters from her pocket.

Candy Overton: At first, I was upset about it but then it hit me. Whoever leaves tonight with the championship, will be facing me at the next supercard. I am so stoked and believe you me. I will be in ultimate prepare mode for it.

Pussy Willow: If you had to choose out of the two, who would you pick?

Candy Overton: To be honest, I would love to face Melanie.

Pussy Willow: Really?

Candy Overton: Yes, really. I haven't faced her at and I would love to end her championship reign. I believe we could be that sleeper match that no one saw coming. We could make history and that's what it is all about these days. It's about making history.

Pussy Willow: I wish you the best of luck

Candy Overton: Thank you.

Candy continues walking through the corridor as Pussy drops the quarters.

Justin: Please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The fans cheer as Amanda hobbles out, dressed much like Mama from the 80's sitcom, "Mama's Family", complete with stuffed dress for added padding and a gray wig and hose rolled down below the knee. The music starts and Amanda starts waving her cane about to begin her performance.

Amanda:You know I'm getting older and I've gained some weight, too.
In my imagination I am just twenty-two.
I'm way too busy to do Jenny, Weight Watchers, too.
The fast food is to blame, cholesteral's through the roof.

If there's a camera up in here, that's taking photographs of me, then it's true, that you.
Must sign this confidentiality agreement right here, telling you, what to do.
'Cause if you run the pics you got without the use of photoshop, I will hunt you down!
'Cause baby this is show business, nobody wants the truth.
Don't even try it, this is my diet.

Retouch my body.
Sketch me some more.
Take off sixty pounds, then take of ten more.
Retouch my body.
Resize my head, clean up my skin.
Please tone done the red.
Retouch my body.
Lipo my thighs, with your computer mouse.
I'm as big as a house.
Retouch my body.
Remove every curve.
I'm going to the mall, to get a soft serve.

Give me a tiny waist, because I eat like a slob.
Remove a chin or two, and how's about a nose job?
Erase under my eyes, where it is wrinkled and dark.
Your resume says that you worked on Jurassic Park.
If there's a camera up in here, that's taking photographs of me, then it's true, that you.
Must sign this confidentiality agreement in blood, or else you, will get sued.
'Cause if I end up on Perez Hilton looking like a Lez, I will hunt you down.
'Cause baby this is show business, nobody wants the truth.
Don't even try it, this is my diet.

Retouch my body.
Don't wanna look tragic.
So call Industrial, Light and Magic.
Retouch my body.
Make me look lean.
Like fat-ass Oprah, on "O" magazine.
Retouch my body.
Even at my tits.
And make sure this au couture size two fits.
Retouch my body.
Blur it some more.
Come on and give me what I'm paying you for!
Retouch my body.

I just want some Gummy Bears.
I refuse to take the stairs.
Make me fucking young and sweet.
Get rid of my cellulite.
I don't want no photo, boy.
I want an oil painting.

Retouch my body.
Don't cause any trouble.
I am in denial.
Don't you burst my bubble.
Retouch my body.
Just look at Madonna.
In real life she looks like an ancient iguana.
Retouch my body.
And if you can, of course,
Try and make me look like less of a horse.
Retouch my body.
I've no other choice.
I only wish you could retouch my voice.

Retouch, retouch, retouch, retouch.
Retouch, retouch, retouch, retouch.
Retouch, retouch, retouch, retouch.
Retouch, retouch, retouch, retouch.
Retouch, retouch, retouch, retouch.

Retouch my fucking body!

The crowd applauds and cheers as Amanda waves her cane around and then makes her exit backstage, vanishing behind the curtains.

“I Pledge Allegiance to the Flag of the Fearless One Steve Ramone”

Simone: Here we go again.

Adams: Well at least we know what Steve’s up too this week considering Tim laid out a challenge to him last week.

Once Steve’s custom flag disappears from the screen it cuts to a darkened room where the only visible figure is Andreas and some dramatic sounding music is playing.

Andreas: There once was a man called Tim, he led a group, he was the son of a famous and beloved wrestler……and he was totally pathetic!

The scene cuts off and the music cuts complete with a record scratch sound effect before promptly cutting to a montage of Tim at his worse whilst the Benny Hill music plays in the background getting plenty of laughs from the crowd.

Simone: Where did he even get some of this footage? It looks like it was from his pre SCW days.

Adams: Well he is friends with Spike who hasn’t exactly got the best relationship with his son.

The video begins to end with the beat down Tim suffered at the hands of Cyrus, Andreas and Steve and it officially ends when Cyrus and Steve hit their suicide dives on Connor and the Masked Nobodies before cutting to a still image of Steve’s grinning face.

Narrator: Tim Staggs, Steve accepts your challenge!

The crowd pops for that announcement before the camera cuts to the announcer’s desk.

Adams: Belinda, if you listen carefully you can hear Tim throwing a tantrum over that video.

Simone: Wouldn’t surprise me one bit, anyway let’s move on to our next match.

Justin: The following match is our main event and it is for the SCW Heavyweight championship of the world!!

Monster by Skillet 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: The first wrestler to come down the aisle is the challenger, standing in at 6’4 and weighing in at 230 pounds! Hailing from Cologne, Germany!!! Lord Raab!!!!

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. He feels the warm presence of Ariel's right hand clasped with his left hand as the couple walk, side-by-side, but his mind is focused on the carnage tonight. Once they reach the bottom, Ariel goes behind Kain, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is shown from head to toe, with the championship belt around his waist, not to mention the camera getting a great look of his incredible physique. The women couldn't help but gawk at his body while the men couldn't help but be awe in what they are seeing now. Ariel hands the black robe over to a nearby ring attendent, directly to her right, then gets pulled in by Kain, who embraces her in a deep kiss. Ariel returns the kiss and the arena's noise got more louder than before. Kain breaks off the kiss, bows to his queen, then turns away and walks up the steps and places both hands near the end the end of the top rope. He then hops on the top floor and performs a foward somersault before landing on the ground. As he lands, flaming pyro explodes from all corners of the ring as the lights grow back on. Climbing on each turnbuckle, he raises his right, clenched fist, with the championship title in hand, in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd. Finally, he heads to his corner, kneels briefly, saying a few words to himself before rising up and looking behind as he spies the entrance ramp. "Ladies And Gentlemen" as Kain now stands still, staring down Lord Raab

Justin: And his opponent!!! Standing in at 6’3 and weighing in at 240 pounds!! Hailing from Detroit, Illionois!!!! The SCW Heavyweight Champion!!!! Kain!!!

Simone: I am looking forward to this one, last time Lord Raab managed to beat the champ in a non title match.

Adams: Yeah, now it is time for these two to prove to us all who wants it the most.

Drew Patton calls for the bell, telling the two combatants to start the match.

DING DING DING!

Kain moves forward and gets in the face of the challenger. Telling him that he will remain the champion as Raab answers him with a big time right to the face. Raab follows it up with a high knee in the midsection before pounding away on the back of the champion. Lord Raab grabs Kain and executes a Guttwrench Suplex before going for a cover. Drew goes for the three count, but only manages to count to one as Kain gets his shoulder up in time. Lord Raab grabs the arm of the champion and pulls it backwards as he locks him in a reverse armlock. Kain tries to get to his feet again, he slowly manages as he pushes Raab into the ropes as Raab holds on to the arm. Kain frees himself with an Irish Whip, he prepares himself for a clothesline. But as Raab gets off the ropes, he drops the champion with a big time spear as he aims for the ribs he hurt a few weeks earlier.

Simone: Damn!! That is going to cause Kain a lot of problems the longer the match goes on!!!

Drew goes for the three count as Raab hooks the leg from the champion, but Kain manages to kick out at the count of two. Raab grabs the head of Kain and lifts him up to his feet and lifts him up in the air, before dropping him across his knee with a backbreaker. There he places his hands against Kain’s chin and his legs. Causing his ribs to be pressured across the knee of the challenger. Drew drops to his knees, asking if Kain wishes to submit to the pain.

Simone: It would be a first time if Kain would ever submit to a submission hold.

Adams: Everything could happen here in SCW

Kain tries to reach out for the mask of Raab, but his hands are being swapped away by Drew, Raab rolls him from his knee as he then grabs him from behind and locks the champ in a bearhug on the canvas. Locking his arms tight around the painful ribs of the champion.

Simone: Raab has so far got the champion’s number. Solid game strategy from the former Roulette Champion

Adams: Violence champion!!

Kain tries to sit up, putting his hands between the arms of Raab. Trying to weaken the pressure from the hold that Raab as got on him. But Raab manages to tighten the hold, before getting to his feet and execute a German Suplex. Dropping Kain hard on his head, causing the fans to chant Holy Shit. Raab stares at the champion for a few moments, before going for the cover.

Simone: Those few seconds could have cost him

Drew: One!!! Two!!!

Shoulder up from the champion as Raab looks at Drew, who gives him the two count. Raab turns his attention back to the champion. He grabs him by the head and pulls him up to his feet, where he goes for a slam. But Kain manages to free himself out of the grip and lands behind Raab. There he delivers a neckbreaker to the challenger, causing him to get some time to get his senses back. There he holds on to his painful ribs for a few moments, before sucking it up as he gets up to his feet first. There he drives a knee in the face of the challenger before locking him in a reverse chinlock as he puts pressure on the neck of Lord Raab.

Simone: Smart move from the champion, he got the momentum swifted in his favour and this move gives him time to recouperate and get a breather in or two.

Adams: He is the champ, of course he knows how to do that!!!

After a few moments Kain senses that Raab is trying to get to his feet. But he lets go off the hold, drives a series of elbows to the skull of Raab. Following it up wit a few knees in the spine and goes back to the reverse chinlock. This time he puts all of his weight on the neck of the former Roulette champion, trying to cut off the oxygen to the brain. Raab slowly gets to a knee as he is trying to get back to his feet once again. This time Kain grabs him by the head and delivers a Side Russian Legsweep on the challenger. He slowly crawls on top of Raab as he hooks one leg and goes for the three count.

Drew: One!!! Two!!!

Kickout as Raab manages to break the three count. Kain grabs Raab by the hair as he drags him to the corner. Drew is admonishing Kain to let go off the hair or face disqualification.

Adams: Typical Kain, if he can’t beat someone that he uses the low road out of a match!!!

Simone: Are you crazy??? He wants to pin or make his opponent submit!!!

Kain delivers several shoulders in the midsection of Kain before tossing him out of the corner. There Kain measures Raab and kicks him against the spine hard. There he runs to the ropes and then confronts Raab as he delivers a kick to the chest area of the challenge before going for another cover. Raab manages to kick out at te count of two as Kain looks at the referee. He then turns his attention back to Raab as he lifts him to his feet and hooks im up for a suplex position.

Simone: Is he going to be able to lift Raab up with those painful ribs???

Kain goes for it, the first attempt is blocked by Raab. Causing Kain to blast series of forearms across the back of the challenger and once again goes for the suplex. This time he manages to lift Raab up in the air for a few moments, before driving him down hard on the canvas. Kain rolls to his side as with every move he executes feels his own painful ribs. Sensing that he needs to do something special, he aims for the turnbuckles as he climbs the second turnbuckle. He measures Raab, before he jumps off with an elbow to the back of Raab. He rolls Raab over and goes for the cover, but only gets a two count as Raab manages once again to kick out.

Adams: So far, both men do a lot of damage. But neither men wants to give in.

Kain getting a little bit frustrated screams at the fans in the arena as he whips Raab in the ropes and sets him up for a Powerbomb. But just as he wants to hold him in positition he gets blasted in the back by Raab. Causing the champ to drop to his knees as the Monster smells blood, grabbing him by the head and lifts him up before whipping him to the outside of the ring.

Simone: Uh oh, I’m not sure if this is going to end up on a good note for the champ.

Adams: I agree, this is where Raab feels at home!!

Raab rolls out of the ring and grabs Kain by the waist and lifts him up, before driving him spine first into the steel ringpost. Dropping the champion to the floor as he looks at him with a look of destain. He grabs Kain by the throat and chokes him against the steel ringsteps as Drew starts to use the five count before disqualification could be called. At the count of four it is Kain that lets go off the choke. He rolls in and out of the ring to force Drew to start a ten count on both men. He grabs Kain and goes for an Irish Whip into the steel guardrail, but for some reason it is Kain that reverses the whip. Sending Raab chest first into the steel guardrail as Kain drops to his knees. Raab can be seen hanging over the guardrail as Kain slowly rolls in the ring as Drew starts to use the ten count.

Adams: See!! Kain is sneaky, trying to get a win any way he can!!!

Simone: Maybe he should yeah, but I bet he won’t

After a count of five it is Kain that rolls back out of the ring. Breathing heavily as he stumble towards Lord Raab. Who is trying slowly to get off the guardrail, Kain turns him around and grabs him by the head and drops him hard on the concrete floor with a big time DDT. We can see Lord Raab face first on the concrete before Kain rolls in the ring to break the ten count once again. He grabs Kain and drags him towards the ring apron, trying to roll him in the ring. But seeing that his back is hurting him, causes him to stop halfway. Until suddenly Raab takes over, driving Kain back first into the ring apron.

Simone: Oh my!!! That’s a game changer for sure!!!!

Raab grabs Kain by the head and rolls him back in the ring. Raab grabs his mask and sees as he pulls his fingers back that he is bleeding from the mask. He then looks underneath the ring and grabs a steel chair as he tosses the chair in the ring. Then he grabs a series of chairs as he throws all of them in the ring as the referee starts to grab several chairs and tossing them aside. While he is doing that it is Raab that climbs in the ring. Staring at the referee until he turns around

Adams: WOW!!!!

As he tuns around, he walks into a chairshot from the champion out of sight from the referee. We see a split screen moment as we see there how Kain manages to grab a chair and whack the challenger with it out of sight from the referee. Kain drops the chair out of the ring and then drops on top of the challenger. Drew turns around and drops to his knees for the three count

Drew: 1!!!! 2!!! 3….

Simone: WOW!!!!

Adams: How did he kick out????

Kain looks at the referee as Drew shows him the 2 count. He gets up and starts to argue with the referee as it gives Raab the chance to get a breather. Ultimately Kain turns around and grabs Raab, he lifts him up and goes for a slam and drops him hard. Kain hooks the leg and once again gets a count of two from the referee. He grabs the head of Raab and starts to pound away as Drew starts to use the five count as Kain stops at four. He points at the turnbuckles as he climbs it and goes for a moonsault. Only having Raab lift his legs up at the final moment, causing Kain to hit his ribs hard on the knees. Rolling around on the canvas as Raab slowly gets to his feet. Grabbing Kain by the head as he runs his thumb across his throat, signalling that he wants to finish the match.

Simone: What will he have in mind?

Raab hooks Kain with both arms as he lifts him high up in the air and drops him hard on the canvas with the Double Arm Brainbuster

Adams: Killerbuster!!!!

Raab slowly goes for the cover, hooks both legs as Drew goes for the three count

Drew: 1!!! 2!! 3!!!!!

Simone: Oh my God!!! Raab did it!!!

Adams: He beat the champion!!!! Now both Raab and Goth have the World and Roulette championship!!!!!

Justin: The winner of this match and NEW SCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD!!! LORD RAAB!!!!

Raab’s music hits as Goth and Samual McPherson join him in the ring, celebrating the fact that the big monster defeated the now former SCW champion. Goth high fives Raab as Samual hands him the title as Raab looks at it with a big time smile on his face. The threesome are joined by Henry Losak and Sapphira as they congratulate Raab with the victory as suddenly…..

Simone: It's Drake Green!

Drake hops over the ring barrier and slides in to the ring.

Adams: I know he probably wants revenge from earlier, but this is a suicide mission!

Drake quickly jumps at Goth, planting him with a huge right hand and sending him backwards. Samuel charges at him but Drake ducks and grabs his head on the way through and drops him with a neckbreaker. He quickly gets back to his feet and charges at Raab sweeping him off his feet as the crowd goes wild. Drake nails shot after shot in to Raab's head, but Goth and Samuel quickly jump on Drake throwing punches at him. Drake fights his way to his feet but Goth swings a foot in Drake's midsection, doubling him over and allowing Samuel and himself to plant forearms in to Drake's back. Raab returns to his feet and the threw pummel Drake to the ground.

Adams: Drake's in real trouble here.

The three stomp on Drake and Raab points outside the ring. Samuel nods and leaves the ring. He reaches under and pulls out a table, sliding it in the ring.

Simone: This can not be good!

Samuel and Goth set up the table as Hot Stuff starts to make his way down the ramp. Raab pulls Drake to his feet and nails him with a hard shot before dragging Drake to the ropes, holding him through the ropes as Hot Stuff takes a mic from Justin. He stands in front of Drake as Raab and Samuel hold Drake's arms and Goth holds his head up. Hot Stuff holds a clipboard in one hand and the mic in the other as he moves towards Drake.

HS: I did warn you that I was gonna make your life a living hell Drake, but you're just making my job a whole lot easier. Attacking these three guys as revenge? What were you even thinking?

Hot Stuff shakes his head in disappointment.

HS: Honestly, it takes a special kinda stupid to make that kinda move, and you Drake, you have that special kinda stupid in ya. Honestly, it's what I expected considering I knew your ego wouldn't just let this slide. I was so hoping you'd do it Drake, and you didn't disappoint. As much as I like seeing you get destroyed, and god help me I do, this isn't all about you Drake.

Simone: Huh?

HS: This Drake is about someone else too, it's about her.

Hot Stuff spins on his heels and points the microphone towards a woman in the front row, a look of concern on her face. Drake yells towards Hot Stuff who ignores him.

HS: Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Lyah Lindberg. This is the girlfriend of one Drake Green.

Hot Stuff turns and points at Drake with the microphone before turning back to Lyah.

HS: Some of you probably knew that by following them on Twitter, but here's something you might not have know is that this young lady is also a talented wrestler, more so than her waste of space boyfriend there. I'd have one Lyah over ten Drake's any day of the week. Here's the problem, Ms. Lindberg doesn't actually want to be in SCW, and that does not sit well with me Lyah. You see my name is Mark Ward and I always get what I want, regardless of how I go about getting it.

Lyah shakes her head at Hot Stuff.

HS: To be honest with ya, I'm a right bastard when I hear the word no from people I can make money from, and I have my ways of getting what I want. For example...

Hot Stuff turns and nods at Raab and the three men start to pummel on Drake once more. They pull him towards the table and Samuel sets Drake up in a powerbomb position. Lyah screams out but Hot Stuff turns back to her.

HS: Now we have a situation here, but we can make this situation go away and all it needs is a signature from you.

Hot Stuff puts the clipboard in front of Lyah.

HS: What we have here is a contract. A fair contract, one where you are paid well and get to travel the world with the guy about to go through a table. One signature and it all goes away.

Lyah takes the contract, looking at it.

HS: Would you like a little more convincing?

Hot Stuff looks at Raab with a smile and the German monster walks out of the ring, reaching under and pulling out a black bag. He slides back in the ring and pours the contents over the table.

Simone: Thumbtacks!

Adams: Hundreds of them!

Hot Stuff turns back to Lyah.

HS: Convinced yet?

Lyah takes the pen from the top of the clipboard and looks up at Drake. She writes her name down on the contract and pushes it in to Hot Stuff's chest. Hot Stuff smiles at her.

HS: Ladies and gents, welcome Lyah Lindberg to SCW. This is gonna be one hell of a relationship, but you should know, when I said I was a bastard, I meant it.

Hot Stuff nods towards the ring and Samuel lifts Drake up and holds him over the thumbtack covered table. He slams Drake towards it and Goth and Raab grab his head and drops him through the table with a powerbomb neckbreaker combo, causing Drake's body to be covered in thumbtacks as the table shatters. Hot Stuff turns back to Lyah.

HS: Welcome to SCW.

An angry look crosses Lyah's face as she reaches her hand back and slaps Hot Stuff around the face, causing the crowd to burst in to cheers!

Simone: In a job for thirty seconds and already slapping your boss.

Adams: I like her

Hot Stuff holds his face as he steps back with a smile. In the ring, Samuel stands over Drake with Raab and Goth either side with Henry on the side of Raab and Sapphira on the side of Goth, Goth holding the Roulette title above his head while Raab holds his newly won SCW World Heavyweight Championship above his head.

Simone: The Monstimals have made their mark on SCW, Lord Raab is the new World Heavyweight champion, Drake Green is in pieces and Hot Stuff has forced another to sell their soul to him. What a night this has really been, but that's all we have time for here. We'll see you next week, live from Argentina!

The camera fades out with a shot of the new World Heavyweight champion holding his newly won prize above his head

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