Casey cackles as the scene fades to black.

The camera cuts to an open shot of the six-sided ring, where Justin Decent is standing in the center as Jacob Summers stands in the corner.

Justin: Our opening contest at Climax Control is scheduled for one fall...!

The opening horn and guitar rift to Cradle of Filth's "Thank God For The Suffering" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans cheer as the lyrics kick in.

"I, I still recall, the first full moon of May
‘Neath whose rays we lay together
And those bright nights on glassy waves
When we would glide lightly away
From the grain
For wicked flights of pleasure

Those visions fade
Like ghosts to life’s parade
Though incisions once made Her so vivid
A scarlet whore
With both heels in the door
Of a heaven severed from me, insipid"

Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.

Justin: Introducing first! From Nashua, New Hampshire, weighing 370 pounds ... Casey Williams!

"And midst the writhe of parapets
Where angels sigh, lonely she sits
Upon the lip
Only a slip from whence I beg Her

That I would wish
Her kiss a chrysalis
To break to make my fluttered heart amiss
And in those frozen moments won
From grief that creeps to wreathe the sun
In drapes inwove with deaths head wing
I thank God for the suffering"

Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the cheering crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the cheering fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans cheer louder.

Simone: This match is a rematch of sorts from a recent encounter in the Asylum Wrestling Alliance where CJ Sharpe shocked everyone with an upset win over that man right there.

Adams: I'd be upset too if I was a giant and got beat by Jack the Beanstalker.

Simone: Jack, the Beanstalker...

Adams: Well every giant slayer needs a last name. Better than Moe. Ha!

5..
4..
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1.. Red and Black Static fills the screen while the words "Game Over" Fill the middle of the static. Then after the Static a Skull biting a Bullet shows up with "The Hardcore Hitman" under it. Then after the skulls Norway Flag Starts to wave as "The Norwegian Nightmare" shows up on the screen. Then it flashes to a picture to CJ Sharpe with the words "CJ Sharpe rules all" on it then Papercut by Linkin Park starts up to a blast of red pyro. Then out of the smoke comes CJ Sharpe!

Justin: His opponent is from Oslo, Norway, weighing 197 pounds ... CJ Sharpe!

He gets on his knee and points to the crowd before getting up and walking to the ring and fist bumping with the crowd. He hops onto the apron then jumps on the top rope and front flips into the ring. He then gets on a turnbuckle and points to then crowd then Back flips off and walks to his corner.

Simone: CJ Sharpe in his first match here in SCW, and he is giving up over a foot in height and almost two hundred pounds in weight.

Adams: How the heck did he ever manage to beat Casey with that kind of disadvantage?

Simone: Skill. And if he can repeat that success he experienced previously, he'll have cemented his status in Sin City Wrestling.

Jacob calls for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

At the sound of the opening bell, CJ Sharpe immediately engages Casey and locks up with the larger man, and Casey immediately throws him off, violently into the corner.

Adams: What was he thinking?

Simone: CJ Sharpe has guts but he can't try to match such a huge man in terms of strength.

CJ jumps right back up and literally races up to Casey and pounces on him, throwing forearm shots at the side of his head. Casey shoves him off and throws him to the mat again. CJ rolls back and gets right back up as Casey comes charging in and CJ grabs him into a side headlock. This time Casey holds onto him and picks him up as if going for an atomic drop and heaves him over the top rope and right to the floor!

Adams: Daaaaamn!

CJ lands on his feet and stumbles against the barricade as Casey shoves his way past Jacob and steps out over the top rope and drops to the ringside floor.

Simone: Casey Williams came for a fight and he's taking it right to his AWA rival.

CJ stands up and charges at Casey an the two lock up on the floor and Casey throws him down, clear across to the floor! CJ shakes it off and jumps up and darts over and dropkicks Casey! The momentum knocks the giant against the barricade. Casey looks surprised as CJ jumps on him, throwing more shots into Casey's head!

Adams: Well he's got guts, I give him that!

Casey wraps his arms around CJ's waist and throws him to the floor, Sharpe landing hard on his back! CJ sits up, holding his back, and Casey grabs him by the neck and drags him roughly to his feet. Casey then grabs a handful of his short hair and roughly drags him around the ring...

Adams: Uh oh! They're coming over here!

Casey pulls him right up to the commentators and bashes CJ's face right into the commentator's table!

Simone: Hey watch it!

Adams: Yeah! Take it to the Spanish announcer's table!

Simone: We don't have a Spanish announce team!

CJ slumps to the ringside floor, holding his head. Casey is merciless as he drags CJ back up and starts to pull him towards the ring but CJ again fights back, throwing fists into Casey's arm, trying to break his grip! CJ delivers a hard kick to Casey's knee, staggering him, then hits another fist to his head, finally breaking loose! CJ backs up a step and goes to race in, but Casey brings up a big cheert and connects to Sharpe's sternum, sending him down to the floor!

Simone: CJ Sharpe is fighting valiantly but Casey Williams's size is too large a factor!

Casey delivers a hard forearm across the back of CJ's head, knocking him to his knees, then he pulls him up and head butts him right between the eyes, flooring him right to his back.

Adams: C'mon! Get up! Get up!

Casey pulls CJ up and goes to send him crashing into the steel barricade, but Sharpe springs up onto the very edge of the railing and launches himself back, connecting with a flying forearm!

Adams: Yes! You go gir-er, guy!

CJ runs up the ring steps and along the apron, jumping off and onto Casey with a high cross body but "the Freight Train of Pain" catches him and throws him back against the ring post!

Adams: Why hasn't Jacob counted them out yet?

Simone: I imagine with their past he's giving them a lot of leeway to get this out of their system.

Casey then charges forward for a clothesline but CJ moves and Casey's arm hits the ring post instead!

Simone: And that I'm sure is going to neutralize a lot of Casey's power!

Casey grabs his shoulder in obvious pain as CJ rolls into the ring, finally getting the action inside of the six-sided ring of SCW. Casey slowly pulls himself up onto the ring apron to follow but CJ is right on him, racing up and grabbing his hurt arm and slamming it into the turnbuckle, then dropping down to the mat, jerking the limb over the top rope.

Simone: CJ Sharpe is like a shark that smells blood in the water. He is going right to work on that injured arm of Casey Williams.

Jacob forces CJ to back off but he does so only momentarily and then races right back in and twists Casey's large arm and pumps it hard across his own shoulder. CJ then twists his arm into another arm wringer and runs up the corner, walks across the top rope, then springboards off of it and right into a standing short-arm scissors!

Adams: Will Casey tap!? His arm is hurt bad!

Simone: I can't recall Casey Williams ever submitting!

The pressure has Casey sinking down to one knee with CJ hanging right off of him in the hold! Jacob is asking Casey if he submits but Williams refuses! Slowly, Casey gets back to his feet and drags CJ up into the air by his one, hurt arm!

Adams: Now THATS power!

Casey hauls him up but CJ hops onto Casey's shoulders, then spins around for a hurricanrana but Casey blocks it! Casey pulls him upward and CJ flips out and lands on his feet in front of him! Casey swings wildly but CJ ducks and lands a dropkick right to Casey's knee, knocking him down to one knee again! CJ then runs off of the ropes and jumps, striking Casey in the head with a flying roundhouse kick, finally knocking the big man to his back!

Simone: And 'the Freight Train of pain' is finally down!

CJ Sharpe hits a body splash for the cover!

1.....
2.....
And Casey THROWS Sharpe off of him, much to the crowd's awe!

Even CJ Sharpe looks surprised as Casey gets back to his feet. CJ goes right back to work and attempts a spinning back kick but Casey catches him!

Adams: Uh ohhh!

And Casey dumps him hard to the mat!

Simone: And again that size comes into play! The veteran Casey was just watching and waiting!

Casey reaches down and wraps an arm around CJ's throat from behind and drags him up to his feet from behind. Casey then starts to spin around on him feet, taking CJ along for the ride and then lets go, throwing him across the ring! Casey looks out to the fans and the crowd cheers him as he holds his arms out, taunting them!

Adams: Oh Casey is playing with him now.

Simone: Which may come back to bite him in the ass if he's not careful.

A groggy CJ slowly rises to his feet and Casey charges up and delivers a big cheert right to the face, flooring him! Casey then drops to his knees and covers him with two hands to the sternum.

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CJ kicks out!

Simone: There was no way CJ would stay down with such a lazy pin.

Casey stares at Jacob who backs up a step and holds up only two fingers. Williams then grabs his opponent and pulls him up and Irish whips him into the ropes. CJ comes off and Casey throws him high for a flapjack but CJ comes down and hits a high dropkick, knocking Williams off balance! CJ runs into the corner and springboards off, hitting a flying clothesline onto Casey!

Adams: And STILL the big man doesn't go down!

CJ springs up onto the top of the ropes in one fluid move and as Casey turns around, Sharpe launches himself off and hits the Silencer, a springboard flying European uppercut!

Simone: And finally Casey goes down!

Adams: Tiiiiimberrrrr!

CJ covers him!

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2.....
3 - NO! Casey's shoulder comes up!

Simone: That was so close!

Adams: Almost a repeat performance by CJ Sharpe!

CJ quickly goes back to the top of the near corner!

Simone: H's going for the Oslo Overkill!

CJ then goes flying for his pet finisher but Casey moves and CJ crashes hard on the mat!

Simone: And nobody was home!

Adams: Just like I pretended last night with the Trick or Treaters.

Simone: You actually pretended you weren't home when kids came a calling?

Adams: More candy for me?

CJ staggers to his feet, holding his stomach and chest! He turns around and Casey doubles him over with a cheert to the stomach and sets him up for a powerbomb...

Simone: Broken Soul!

And Casey pins him with the sitdown powerbomb...

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

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Here is your winner ... 'the Freight Train of Pain' -- Casey WILLIAMS!

Casey pulls his arm from Jacob and raises it himself to massive cheers!

Simone: Casey Williams opens things up with a win, avenging a previous loss to CJ Sharpe!

Adams: Do you think this squares things between them?

Casey steeps on CJ as he goes to the ropes and exits the ring...

Simone: I'm going to say no on that one.

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control where we see Jessie, Jake and Shane hanging out backstage whilst listening to “Through the Fire and the Flames” by Dragonforce who, alongside Paradise Lost and Rotting Christ, were announced for next year’s Bloodstock festival earlier this week.

Simone: Seems like they often do segs like this when Bloodstock announces a band or two.

Adams: I never could beat this song on Guitar Hero.

Simone: Not even during the closing credits?

Adams: Except for that.

The song reaches the guitar solos and Jessie turns down the volume so that the three metalheads can speak.

Jake: So, Dragonforce, Rotting Christ and Paradise Lost but no Sunday headliner?

Jessie: I was thinking that as well but then again they did wait a bit before they announced Trivium as this year’s Friday headliners, I think the only sure thing is that they’ll be announced before the end of the year.

Shane: Yeah but there’s still a month left in the year before the year ends so who knows who they’ll announce?

Jessie: I’m hoping for either Kreator, Blind Guardian, Judas Priest or At The Gates.

Shane: Any of those bands would be a great headliner.

Jake: That reminds me Jess, what are you going to do about Celeste North?

Jessie goes to answer but notices the camera.

Jessie: You’ll have to wait and see.

Jessie says whilst nodding to the camera giving the cameraman it’s que to leave.

The cameras open up backstage just outside the Bombshell locker room. As her match is first this evening, Alexis Edwards is already dressed and ready for her match which is due to start shortly. For such an important match coming up so soon, the new Bombshell Internet Champion really has a bit of a reserved look on her face as she is seated on the floor against the wall. She’s staring directly across the hall at her Bombshell Internet Championship that is placed on a steel chair. The longer she stares, the more she seems to have forgotten her match coming up. That is, until Pussy Willow appears in front of her.

PW: What on earth are you doing?

Alexis briefly glances up at her before she turns her focus back to her title just feet in front of her. Pussy Willow raises an eyebrow, confused, before she turns and sees what Alexis is staring at.

PW: Umm…Alexis, you do realize your match is starting shortly, right? Shouldn’t you be heading to the ring about now?

Lex: What does it matter to you, blondie? I’m trying to focus here.

Pussy Willow scratches her head as Alexis continues to focus on the Bombshell Internet Championship.

PW: Haven’t you had enough time to focus on that title? Shouldn’t you be focusing on your Going For the Gold match against Kate Steele and that new girl, Celia or something?

Alexis laughs and shakes her head before she looks at Pussy Willow.

Lex: Figures you wouldn’t get her name right. And not that it’s any of your business but I am focusing on my match. Or, I was until you brought your big nosey tits into my business and screwed things up.

Pussy Willow now chuckles.

PW: Hey, if you want to miss your match, don’t let me stop you. But if you want my honest opinion—

Lex: I really don’t…

PW: As a champion, if you no-show for a match, that kind looks bad on you. But, hey…What do I know? I’m just some stupid blonde reporter, right?

Alexis grins and nods her head.

Lex: You said it, not me. And besides, people don’t give a shit that I’m a champion now. The only person who would notice if I don’t show up is Celeste, but even she might not. It would just make it easier for her to win the match…and the tournament.

PW: Such a poor pathetic soul you have, Alexis. Nothing is good enough for you, is it?

Alexis rolls her eyes and then gets back to her feet. She takes a couple of steps forward, reaching for her title and taking it. She holds it very non-chalantly, letting it hang down and hit the floor and Pussy Willow shakes her head at such a disrespectful display.

Lex: Please. Don’t act like you feel sorry for me, because we both know that you don’t.

PW: You know, I have to wonder something, and I’m sure there are others who are wondering the same thing. You don’t seem to be interested in this Going For the Gold tournament at all.

Lex: And what if I’m not? Why is that such a big deal?

Pussy Willow looks down at the Bombshell Internet Championship, then back up to Alexis.

PW: Some might wonder that you’re not interested in the tournament because you’re afraid to possibly face Mikah eventually. I mean…it’s all hypothetical because you would have to win the tournament first.

Pussy Willow notices as Alexis clenches the title in her hands, almost turning her knuckles white. Alexis’ nostrils flare, but she seems at a loss for words.

PW: You have a chance to actually become a somebody, Alexis. But it seems that you’re rather content in being looked at as a Nobody. It’s up to you in the end, sweetie.

Alexis stands there, fuming. After a few moments, she suddenly panics as she looks around and then takes off in a sprint down the hall, presumably towards the ring for her match. Pussy Willow stands behind just shaking her head with a bit of an amused smile on her face before she heads off in search of someone else to interview.

Simone: It’s time for our next match of the night.

Adams: That’s right, this next match will feature three of the youngest, brightest and prettiest bombshells competing to advance to the next round as Kate Steele takes on Alexis Edwards and Celeste North of the Nobodies.

Simone: Despite what Jason may imply this isn’t a handicap match which means that the two Nobodies could pin each other, not only that but we are joined at ringside by Jessie Salco who has had more than a few run ins with Celeste North.

The camera pans over to Jessie Salco who is leaning against her chair with her arms crossed and wearing her Bloodstock 2015 t-shirt, Jessie looks up when Belinda mentions her and scoffs.

Jessie: Took you long enough to notice me!

Simone: Now Jess, Christian did allow you to be at ringside for the match as long as you didn’t interfere in it unless you want to forfeit your place in the tournament, any thoughts on that?

Jessie: I don’t make a habit of discussing my plans out in the open, especially at ringside!

Adams: But Justin hasn’t even introduced the competitors yet.

Jessie: Doesn’t matter, how do we know for certain that the fans behind us aren’t Masked Nobodies in disguise?

Adams: She’s got a point.

Simone: Let’s just take it to Justin before we end up talking about this until the show ends.

Justin: The following Triple Threat Match is scheduled for one fall and is a match in the Going for Gold Tournament!

The crowd cheers the announcement as Kate Steele’s music starts to play.

I told 'em all where to stick it
I left town with a dime to my name
Said I’m done with all of my fake friends
Self-righteous pawns in a losing game
Got my band and a light that won't go out
Been burning since the day I was born
So I'll cry just a little then I'll dry my eyes
Cause I'm not a little girl no more

Justin: Introducing first, from Berkshire, England, she is the Siren Kate Steele!

And some of us have to grow up sometimes
And so if I have to I'm gonna leave you behind
Some of us have to grow up sometimes
And so if I have to I'm gonna leave you behind
We get along for the most part
Me and reality, the light in the dark
And we live alone, in two different worlds
Me in a fantasy, you and your memories
But we get along

Simone: So Jess, what are your thoughts on Kate Steele?

Jessie: Her taste in music sucks ass but I’ll admit, she is good in the ring and if we end up facing off in the tournament I know she’ll give me a run for my money.

Adams: You do know that she plays in a band in her off time, right?

Jessie: Yeah, so?

Adams: Have you heard their music?

Jessie: She comes out to Paramore, there isn’t enough money in the world to pay me to listen to her band’s music!

Justin: And her opponents!

The lights in the arena go black as “Freak like Me” by Halestorm plays over the sound system. Red strobe lights shine around and thick smoke fills the entrance. A figure emerges from behind the curtain, dressed in a baggy black hoodie.

Justin: First, from Phoenix, Arizona, representing The Nobodies she is the reigning SCW Bombshell Internet Champion Alexis Edwards!

The crowd in attendance gives off a mixed reaction of boos and cheers as the hooded figure moves to the music before she pulls the hood back revealing herself to be Alexis Edwards. She ignores the fans, pretending as though she can’t hear them at all before she dashes her way down to the ring, sliding in under the bottom rope. She jumps up to her feet, raising her right hand in the air as she unzips her hoodie with her left then removes it, tossing it across the ring where it lands on the top rope. She makes her way over to one of the corner turnbuckles as her music dies down and she stares towards the backstage curtain, waiting for her second opponent.

Simone: Now your history with Celeste is pretty well documented but what are your thoughts on Alexis?

Jessie: Honestly? I’ll be happy to see both of those morons get knocked out of the tournament by Kate but if Celeste somehow manages to win this match then I’ll eliminate her myself.

Adams: You’re not the biggest Nobodies fan, are you?

Jessie: No shit Sherlock!

Justin: And their opponent!

The lights in the arena go black as "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment plays over the speakers. Red lights take over the stage, flashing along to the beat of the music. The fans give off a mixed reaction of cheers and boos.

Justin: From Beverly Hills, California, representing the Nobodies and making her official SCW debut Celeste North!

After a few seconds, a figure comes out of the shadows in a black hooded jacket, zipped up, and a pair of black hot pants, down to the knee pads and black faux fur boots. Brown hair falls out of the hood while the face remains covered in shadows. The person is looking down, their hair dangling for a moment. As the chorus comes up, the feminine figure raises her head to reveal Celeste North. She has her hands tucked into the hood of her jacket, walking along as if the venue were empty, paying attention to nobody. She doesn't seem to care one bit as she comes to the end of the ramp. She pulls her hands out of her pockets and darts up to the apron, leaping up. She turns around, holding her hands up in the air for a second, seeming to feel the music. After a moment she turns around and enters the ring. She unzips her hooded jacket, hanging it on the far turnbuckle as she backs into it, eyes locked on the curtains as she puts a foot up on the pad, arms sprawled out on the ropes as she waits.

Simone: Do I even need to ask what your thoughts on Celeste North are?

Jessie: Nope!

Adams: What did Jason mean by “official SCW debut”?

Jessie: Are you really that stupid? Yes, she wrestled at High Stakes V but she was still known as the Masked Female Nobody, or Jane Doe as my partner at the time called her, at the time, this is her first official match as Celeste North!

Simone: No need to be rude!

Jessie: Well excuse me for not having any patience for idiots.

The competitors in the ring either don’t see Jessie at the commentary booth or don’t care about her as Jacob Sommers calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And here we go.

Adams: What would you do in Kate’s shoes Jess?

Jessie: Let the Nobodies beat the shit out of each other and pick up the scraps later.

Unfortunately for Kate she doesn’t get a chance to consider Jessie’s advice as Alexis and Celeste charge her as soon as Jacob calls for the bell and back her into a corner where they start stomping away at her, Jacob tries to intervene and stop the double team effort but the most he’s able to do is get Alexis away from Kate whilst Celeste continues to stomp away at her.

Simone: Something tells me that that’s not the result Jacob and Kate were hoping for.

Jessie: Gee, you think? If I didn’t know any better I’d say that Christian and Mark hired the biggest morons they could find to be their commentators!

Adams: Leave her alone!

Celeste eventually pulls Kate out of the corner and hits her with a snap Suplex before floating over into a cover 1….2….and Alexis breaks it up much to the shock of Celeste!

Simone: That didn’t last long.

Jessie: Stevie Wonder could’ve seen that coming! It’s like you said earlier, it’s every woman for herself in this match!

Adams: That’s more like it, less insults please.

Jessie: Don’t get used to it!

Celeste starts arguing with Alexis but all she gets in return is a hard forearm shot to the face from Alexis that sends her stumbling backwards into a roll up by Kate 1….2….and Alexis breaks it up! Alexis then picks up Kate before hitting her with a Brainbuster in the middle of the ring and going for a cover of her own 1….2….and Celeste breaks it up.

Simone: And that’s one pinfall a piece for each woman!

Jessie: The only pinfall or submission that really matters is the one that ends the match, these early pinfalls don’t mean shit!

Adams: I don’t know, we’ve seen a few near-falls!

Jessie rolls her eyes in response to Jason’s comment as Celeste picks up Alexis and whips her to the ropes only for Alexis to hold onto the ropes as Celeste bends over, seeing this Celeste changes her tactics instead opting to charge at Alexis and clotheslines her to the outside of the ring taking herself to the outside in the process!

Simone: This could get ugly with you out here Jess.

Jessie: If Celeste was smart she’d focus on the match and not me but then again, she’s a Nobody, that group isn’t exactly MENSA!

Adams: She’s got a point there!

Celeste gets to her feet first but before she does anything else she spots Jessie at the commentary booth and, as Jessie predicted, starts trash talking her rather than focus on the match and whilst we can’t hear what Celeste is saying we can assume that her words with Jessie are heated from the look on her face, unfortunately for Celeste this gives Alexis time to recover and get back to her feet and she uses the distraction to grab Celeste from behind and slam her into the table face first.

Jessie: What can I say? She makes the Mean Girls look like MENSA on her own!

Simone: I’m pretty sure that’s insulting to the Mean Girls actually.

Jessie: Your right, they are dumber than the Nobodies but not by much.

Adams: Okay, I admit, that made me laugh.

Alexis spots Jessie as well but chooses to ignore her and instead focus on bringing Celeste back into the ring, however it quickly becomes apparent that they forgot about Kate Steele whilst that was going on as she has recovered by now and successfully hits the Nobodies with a Suicide Dive that brings the fans to their feet!

Simone: That dive was almost as good as your suicide dives Jess.

Jessie: Almost being the key word.

Adams: Yeah, maybe you can team with her one day.

Jessie: Team with someone who listens to Paramore? I’d sooner revive the Mean Girls with me as their leader!

Kate takes a moment to play to the crowd before she picks up Alexis and rolls her back into the ring where she follows her back in and goes for a cover on Alexis 1….2…..and Alexis kicks out! Kate gets to her feet and rallies the crowd behind her whilst Alexis gets to her knees giving Alexis a chance to lay into her with a series of Martial Arts Kicks whilst Celeste gets back to her feet on the outside of the ring.

Simone: Kate better watch out for Celeste as she’s back on her feet!

Jessie: She can be pretty fucking sneaky, I should know, she stalked me for a couple of weeks!

Adams: Alexis is down following the last martial art kick and she’s going for a cover!

1…..2….and Alexis kicks out again! Kate shakes her head in disappointment before calling for the Siren’s Song Submission Move!

Simone: If she can get this locked in we’ll have a major upset on our hands!

Jessie: Not if Celeste has anything to say about it!

Adams: She’s got it locked in!

Kate keeps the Siren’s Song Triangle Choke locked in tight on Alexis and it looks like the Nobody is ready to tap out at any moment! However just as Alexis is ready to tap out Celeste dives in and makes the save!

Simone: Celeste from out of nowhere and she’s calling for her finisher!

Jessie: Does she even have a finisher? I looked on her bio but there isn’t one listed.

Adams: I guess we’re about to find out!

Celeste picks up Kate and…..

Jessie: What the hell was that?!

Simone: I’m being told that she calls that the Homicidal!

Adams: Whatever it is Kate is out like a light!

However rather than go for a cover on Kate Celeste drags Alexis’s limp form over Kate and leaves the ring as Jacob, despite his confusion, counts the pin 1….2….3!!!!

Justin: Here’s your winner, the reigning Internet Champion Alexis Edwards!

Simone: What just happened?!

Adams: Your guess is as good as mine, what do you think Jess? Jess?

The commentators quickly realize that the seat previously occupied by Jessie is now vacant and Jessie is waiting behind Celeste with a chair in her hands, Celeste turns around only for Jessie to slam the chair into her stomach, drop it and deliver a DDT onto the chair!

Simone: I guess Jessie isn’t done with Celeste!

Adams: Well she didn’t interfere in the match at least!

A close-up of Celeste’s face reveals that the DDT busted her open and Jessie takes a moment to trash talk Celeste before leaving the ringside area as Alexis and Kate recover in the ring.

A dark Sedan pulls up near the Employee entrance as three girls step out wearing dark sunshades and dressed in black. The crowd outside is trying to get closer as security is keeping them back.

Girl One: They have no idea what is about to happen.

One of the girls whisper to the other while they giggle a little before the door opens up. Meanwhile Adams and Belinda are watching this happening on their monitor.

Adams: Who are those ladies? How can I get their number?

Simone: Whomever they are, they seem to be here on business.

The ladies disappear through the door as the cameras cut away.

The scene opens in the backstage area where Marshall Owens is standing before a black SCW wrestling banner. Off to his side is the backstage interviewer "Stoner" Scott Oliver who raises the microphone to his mouth.

Oliver: "Marshall, two weeks ago your client Sean Jackson shocked the wrestling world by defeating Despayre for the SCW Internet Championship. But before that match, he had a few interesting remarks for Mark Ward and Christian Underwood..."

Marshall is now sporting a smile, remembering the moment well. The moment his client put SCW on notice, saying that he wouldn't appear on the show or conduct any interviews until he got Lord Raab back in the ring.

Oliver: "Saying that he would never step into the ring again, or do any more interviews until he got Raab back in the ring."

Marshall nods his head. Now that his client is the Internet Champion, the SCW hierarchy has to take his threats seriously.

Owens: "And you would be correct Scott. My client obviously didn't appreciate the way he was handled in his match with Raab..."

Rubbing his hands together, Marshall has every intention on proving his client doesn't fear Raab.

Owens: "And took it out on Despayre. But now SCW has a problem on their hands, for now they wonder what to do with Sean Jackson and the Internet Championship?"

The advocate for Sean Jackson turns his attention towards the camera.

Owens: "Yes Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood, you now have a most serious problem as my client is not the understanding type. He was able to take his frustrations out on Despayre...."

An index finger is now being waved in front of the camera.

Owens: "By taking that precious Internet Championship away. But the frustrations my client felt from that joke, that laughing stock Raab has NOT been taken care of. So now Mr. Ward, Mr. Underwood, the true monster of SCW..."

The more Marshall speaks, the more serious his tone becomes. He has every intention of telling the world that playtime is over. The game as everyone has known it, is about to get out of hand.

Owens: "Is placing Raab on notice. He is going to show that pretender, that wannabee how a true dangerous person operates in this business."

The attention shifts back to "Stoner".

Owens: "Did you see how easily Drake Green defeated Raab for the world championship?"

Stoner shrugs ever so slightly. Yes, Drake defeated him for the title, but it wasn't as easy as Marshall is making it out to be.

Oliver: "Well, I wouldn't exactly say..."

Yeah, yeah...Marshall knows what the backstage interviewer is about to say, and completely cuts him off.

Owens: "Scott, why let your eyes deceive you? Everyone who watched High Stakes V knows that Raab lost that match, and it wasn't even close. They watched Drake demonstrate why you never let tin cans challenge for the ultimate prize in the sport of professional wrestling...

Stoner rolls his eyes.

Owens: "Why you never let pretenders anywhere near that championship. But of course, where Raab failed on the grandest stage of them all, at High Stakes V..."

Okay, so maybe not the grandest stage of them all. But it was a major pay per view and Marshall was only too happy to gloat.

Owens: "My client came away victorious, scoring another high profile win against top competition. So, I can understand why Raab would want to take time away from the company..."

Marshall knew Raab wasn't going to be on the show and was taking full advantage of the absence.

Owens: "Trying to stay as far from my client as humanly possible. In other words Stoner, and this my friend is quite simple. Raab knew that to show up here tonight, would have been an automatic death sentence. He knew that his career, as pathetic as it has been, would have died in this miserable little country, in front of this arena packed with slack-jawed mouth breathers."

Hearing the interview, the fans in attendance erupt into boos.

Owens: "So I can't really blame Raab for acting like the stay puff marshmellow man. I mean, it takes a special kind of person to stand opposite of Sean Jackson, knowing that my client can destroy anybody and at anytime."

His attention goes back to the camera.

Owens: "So it isn't his fault for being a coward. It isn't his fault that two plus two equals three in his world. Because face it, had it not been for Synn, he would have never gotten the win over my client..."

A sick and twisted smirk begins to form on Marshall's face. If anything, he too can be a master manipulator.

Owens: "He would have been exposed as the joke he is, as the fake world champion with an askerisk by his name. As a man who couldn't get the job done on his own, but still showed his ignorance by bragging on a win he didn't earn. Well Raab, showing your ignorance, IS your fault. For having the audacity to invoke the name of my client, is your fault and for that, you WILL pay the ultimate price."

With his hands moving about as he speaks, Marshall continues spewing his slanted version of the truth.

Owens: "Because as God is my witness, my client will get you in the ring. My client, the SCW Internet Champion will exact his revenge by hook or by crook, one way or the other. My client told me to come out here to deliver a simple message..."

The camera pans in on Marshall's face.

Owens: "And that is for you to grow eyes in the back of your head. Because you just never know when the lights will go out."

With that, Marshall gives Stoner a nod and walks away.

Oliver: "Back to you Belinda and Jason."

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…hailing from San Diego, California… Kris Halc!!!

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.

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 and waits for his opponent.

Justin: Introducing his opponent… hailing from Superior, Wisconsin… Gavin Stephens.

"Bad Attitude" by Deuce blared through the arena as Gavin Stephens strolled out onto the stage to a rather hate filled reaction. He stood there with a smile on his face as he let it sink in, while an odd aura of smoke erupted from around the stage to give him an extra mystifying effect. He casually walked down the stage, ignoring any fans trying to reach out and touch him, and if they got too close, he'd slap them out of the way. Or better yet, give them a threatening look and mock lunge towards them. Eventually though - Gavin made his way into the ringside area and proceeded to climb up onto the apron. He then proceeded to hop over the ropes and fell into a taunt in front of the crowd as he stood in the ring with a annoyed expression across his face, he waits for the match to begin.

Holly Wood checks both men for weapons, before turning and indicating for the bell to be rung…

DING DING DING!

Gavin and Kris begin to circle around the ring, as they contemplate moving to lock up but they done and instead Kris attempts to kick Gavin, but he dodges and once more go back to circling the ring and trying to guess who will blink first.

Adams: It’s great to see Kris back in a SCW ring.

Simone: Indeed, but he had a tough match ahead of him.

Circling a little more, they final lock up with a basic collar and tie but Gavin quickly counters and puts Kris into a headlock, where Kris right away fights to escape the hold but Gavin keeps the hold locked in and tugs on Kris’ neck. Kris tries to break the hold with his hands, but instead Gavin quickly reverses and places Kris into another headlock, this time on the other side but before Kris can adapt, Gavin grabs and twists Kris’ arm behind his back.

Adams: Some good chain wrestling here.

Simone: Which is unusual for both men.

Kris grimaces in pain for a moment, as he tries to again fight out, which he does and grabs Gavin around the waist, but Gavin counters, but only for Kris to counter with snapmare like move and taking him down to the mat, where he locks in his own headlock.

Simone: Neither man is standing out at this point, it’s all about getting the upper hand.

No soon has Kris got Gavin in a headlock, Gavin begins to fight back and is soon back to his feet, where he pushes himself and Kris into the ropes, as the ref soon begins to count, Gavin and Kris let go of each other and as Gavin backs away, he surprises Kris with a standing dropkick, which sends Kris flying out of the ring.

Adams: Nice standing dropkick there from Gavin.

Simone: Caught Kris out and surprised him with it.

Gavin rolls himself out of the ring, where he approaches Kris, who tries to shake the cobwebs out, but soon has to protect himself, as Gavin begins stomp on Kris’ brace on his leg a few times, before bending down and grabbing Kris and pulling him to his feet, where he hits a European uppercut but before Kris can react, Gavin whips Kris into the steel steps.

Simone: Gavin now taking advantage of the downed Kris Halc.

Adams: The sound of Kris hitting those steel steps echoed around the stadium. Meanwhile Holly Wood, shouts demands at Gavin to bring himself and Kris back into the ring, but it falls of deaf ears and ‘she’ begins to count.

1…

2…

Gavin looks up at Holly Wood and flips her the bird, before returning his attention back to Kris, who sits against the steel steps. Gavin takes a few steps back and smirks.

Simone: Well that wasn’t very nice.

Adams: He isn’t a nice guy.

3…

4…

5…

Gavin then charges and hits a boot to the face of Kris’ who head bounces against the steel steps and then he slumps down.

Adams: Ouch!

Simone: I think Kris might be out.

6…

7…

8…

Gavin moves back in and grabs Kris and rolls him into the ring, and follows close behind, which breaks the count at eight. Gavin then rolls Kris onto his back, where he then pins him.

Adams: Gavin must have Kris beat here.

1…

2...

2.5… Kickout…

Simone: How did he Kickout?

Kris kicks out at the last possible moment, much to the annoyance of Gavin Stephens, who looks over at Holly and he shouts at her that it was three, but she shakes her head and sticks with the decision.

Adams: No good arguing with Holly, her final decision sticks.

Simone: Doesn’t matter if you like it or not.

Gavin slaps the mat in frustration, as he climbs onto Kris and grabs his head and begins to hit a series of punches, as Kris tries to cover up his face with very little effect. Gavin then climbs off Kris and rolls him onto his stomach, where he then sets him up into a camel clutch and cranks back on Kris’ neck.

Adams: Gavin now really dominating here and looks to make him tap out.

Kris yells out in pain, as Gavin screams out at him to tap out before demanding Holly to ask him. She obliges but Kris is too stubborn and shakes his head to say no. Gavin cranks back a little more, but Kris doesn’t give up.

Simone: Kris is certainly a fighter and refuses to lose his return match.

Frustrated, Gavin releases the hold and drives Kris’ head into the mat, before getting to his feet and grabbing Kris once again and pulling him to his feet, where he whips Kris into the turnbuckle, and Gavin charges in attempting to a European uppercut, but Kris moves out of the way and Gavin hits the turnbuckles and as Gavin turns, Kris hits a sit down jawbreaker.

Adams: Desperation move from Kris there.

Simone: May be desperate, but it’s effective.

Gavin lays on the map stunned from the move, while Kris also lays on the mat trying to recover after the unrelenting onslaught from Gavin.

1…

2…

3…

Holly begins her count, as Kris rolls onto his stomach and begins to crawl over to Gavin.

Adams: Kris the first man to move here and he is heading over to Gavin.

4…

5…

Simone: Looks like he is going for a pin.

Kris covers Gavin for a pin…

1…

2…

Kickout…

Adams: Needs to do hell of a lot more to Gavin to win.

Gavin kicks out, as Kris shakes his head as he exhales a few deep breathes, as both men then crawl to the ropes and grab the ropes and begin to slowly get to their feet, with Kris a little slower than Gavin.

However, they both soon back on their feet, and they turn and stumble to the centre of the ring and meet in the centre, where they stare each other down as Gavin begin to trash talk Kris, but Kris ignores it and instead delivers a slap across the face of Gavin, who stumbles a little in shock.

Simone: Some of these shots are vicious.

Adams: Especially that slap. I felt that.

He comes back with a slap of his own, but it all quickly breaks down and they soon begins to trade hard shots back and forth, much to the delight of the crowd. This continues for a few moments longer, until Kris get frustrated and kicks out, which his boot connects with Gavin’s stomach, which doubles Gavin over and Kris hits another sit down jawbreaker.

Simone: Clearly Kris wants to end this match.

Adams: Then he needs to do more than a jawbreaker to finish it.

With Gavin down, Kris turns and uses the ropes and hits a springboard leg drop across the throat of Gavin. Kris leaps to his feet and delivers a couple of boots to Gavin, before pulling him up to his feet, where Kris whips Gavin into the ropes and as he comes back Kris shoulder tackles Gavin to the mat.

Adams: Nice shoulder tackle there.

Kris now on a roll gets to his feet and grabs Gavin once more and pulls him to his feet, where he again whips him into the ropes and as Gavin comes back Kris hits a judo hip toss, but before Gavin can recover, Kris is once again back on him and picks him up and this time whips him into the turnbuckle and goes to follow up with a splash into the corner, but Gavin has it scouted and moves at the last moment and watches Kris go chest first into the turnbuckle.

Simone: Kris was really on a roll here and looked like Gavin was beat.

Adams: Unfortunately Gavin had the last move scouted.

Gavin spins Kris around and surprises him with a Vision of Devastation (Leaping Reverse STO) before going for the pin.

Simone: Vision of devastation… Kris is done.

1…

2…

3…

Adams: And Gavin wins this match after a hard fought match.

Justin: Your winner of this match… Gavin Stephens.

The cameras cut to Pussy Willow walking through the backstage area searching for those three ladies who arrived earlier in the night.

Pussy Willow: Hello peeps, I am looking for those ladies who arrived earlier tonight. I need to know why they are here.

She continues to walk through the hallway as the three ladies step in front of her.

Ashley Fairchild: Where you going Pussy?

Hazel Overton: Yeah, where you going?

Pussy sees the three ladies standing in front of her as she tries to back up.

Pussy Willow: Holy shit, what are you three doing here?

Ashley and Hazel look at each other as the third looks directly into her eye.

Isabella: Listen up bitch, our girl Candy Overton is here.

A loud gasp echoes inside the arena as Pussy's eyes widen.

Pussy Willow: Where is she?

Hazel: She'll be here and she's got a lot to get off her chest.

Ashley Fairchild: Now if you don't mind, you are making us fucking late.

All three girls bump their shoulders into Pussy while walking past her. Pussy looks at them as Adams and Simone seem to be confused.

Adams: Candy Overton is here Belinda?

Simone: I think those three are just pulling your leg.

The camera follows them as the scene fades.

Justin: The following Bombshell match is scheduled for one fall, and it is an Opening Round match in the Going For the Gold tournament!

It aint that easy, it aint that easy
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

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.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California ... Veronica Taylor!

Hopin' out the maserati
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

And I dont care,
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

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.

Justin: Her opponent is from Austin, Texas, she is ... Raynin!

A fanfare plays, and a drumbeat hits, and you hear a voice say 3 words...

ARE YOU READY??!!

The camera flashes around the crowd, as Demi Lovato's Confident plays over the PA, panning in and out, stopping just long enough to get glimpses of excited people in the crowd.

It's time for me to take it
I'm the boss right now
Not gonna fake it
Not when you go down
Cause this is my game
And you better come to play

I used to hold my freak back
Now I'm letting go
I make my own choice
Bitch, I run this show
So leave the lights on
No, you can't make me behave

The camera keeps moving until it stops finally on the stage where Raynin stands, legs spread slightly, looking out over the audience with a confident smirk. She nods slowly, then raises her fist high in the air. She brings her fist down into a salute, then starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring.

So you say I'm complicated
That I must be outta my mind
But you had me underrated
Rated, rated, rated

What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
What's wrong with being confident?
What's wrong with being, what's wrong with being
What's wrong with being confident?

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.

Simone: And whoever walks away the winner here, advances to the semi-finals en route to facing Mikah for the title at December 2 Dismember III.

DING DING DING!

Raynin and Veronica start to circle each other in the ring.

Adams: This is not the first time these two have gone to war. These two famously battled over the tag titles not too long ago.

Simone: Bigger prize on the line tonight as the winner will advance in the Going For The Gold Tournament.

The two lock up and Drew looks on closely as the bigger Raynin takes control, forcing Veronica to her knees. Raynin eases up, allowing Veronica to push back to her feet, but Raynin breaks, moving next to Veronica and lifting her over with a judo hiptoss.

Adams: That's something you don't see every day.

Simone: Well Raynin is well versed in many martial arts.

Veronica gets to her feet and Raynin grabs her from behind, wrapping her arms around her waist and lifts her over with a belly to back suplex, flipping Veronica over and forcing her to land on her face. Veronica gets to her knees, and Raynin gets to her feet and plants a kick to Veronica's chest. She steps back and jumps forward, connecting with a thrust kick to the jaw, bending Veronica backwards.

Adams: Veronica's a flexable one.

Simone: I'm sure Giani's very pleased about that.

Adams: And you're forever telling me to keep it clean?

Raynin viciously pulls Veronica to her feet and moves behind, pulling her arms behind her and putting her foot on her back with a standing surfboard, reaching back and putting pressure on Veronica's back. Raynin drops her leg and reaches in, locking her arms up and lifting her over with a tiger suplex, pinning Veronica's shoulders down to the canvas. Drew drops down to make the count

1...
2....
Veronica rolls out!

Simone: Raynin is breaking out moves that we don't see too often.

Adams: Shows a determined side to her.

Raynin pulls Veronica to her feet but Veronica puts a thumb in to Raynin's eye.

Adams: And there's a sure fire way to stop determination, with a good old poke to the eye.

Raynin turns and tries to move away but Veronica grabs a handful of Raynin's hair and pulls her down with a hair pull backbreaker, driving her knee in to Raynin's back. Raynin lays on the floor as Veronica returns to her feet and drops down with an elbow across Raynin's chest. Veronica poses on the floor with an arrogant model style pose as the fans boo.

Simone: Here's a lady who won't win a popularity contest, even if she was the only one in it.

Veronica pulls Raynin to her feet and whips her harshly in to the corner before charging in with a clothesline. Raynin drops down to her rear and sitting in the corner. Veronica moves over towards her and starts to stomp on her, planting a boot repeatedly in to Raynin's chest. Veronica puts her foot across Raynin's throat, choking her in the corner. Drew moves towards her and starts a five count and Veronica breaks at four, stepping away with her arms in the air, soaking up the fans boos before turning around and charging at Raynin, planting a knee to her jaw, and forcing her head to bounce off the back of the turnbuckle. Veronica pulls Raynin to her feet and towards the center of the ring. She hooks up Raynin's head and locks her in a front face lock. Veronica lifts Raynin off her feet and plants her with an implant DDT! Veronica rolls Raynin on her back and goes for the cover. Drew drops down to make the count

1...
2....
Raynin throws a shoulder up!

Veronica smiles and nods as she drags Raynin up with two handfuls of hair, all but ignoring the referee as she proceeds to snapmare Raynin over the hard way by the hair once, twice, three times! Veronica then stands on Raynin's hair and pulls hard on her arms as Drew counts against her, and Veronica mocks the official by counting right along with him!

1...
2...
3...
4...

Adams: Not only is she a wrestler, but veronica Taylor gives free scalp treatments as well!

And before she can get herself disqualified, Raynin uses her legs to roll Veronica up into a victory roll pin!

1.....
2.....
Veronica kicks out!

Both young women get to their feet quickly and Veronica goes for a high kick but Raynin ducks under the blow and delivers a hard roundhouse kick of her own, flooring Taylor! Raynin drags her up to her feet and body slams her diagonal to the near corner.

Simone: And Raynin is back in control.

Raynin climbs the turnbuckle once again and let loose with a split leg moonsault which connects properly… with Veronica’s upraised knees!

Adams: Boy Veronica really thought fast there, didn't she?

Simone: I wasn't aware she was capable.

The pain of the landing causes Raynin to bounce to her feet, clutching her midsection! This gives Veronica time to get up and face her as she turns around and Raynin walks straight into a hair pull backbreaker! Veronica covers her, hooking the leg.

1.....
2.....
Raynin kicks out!

Veronica sits up and screeches at Drew about the 'slow count'.

Simone: You didn't pin her! get over it!

Climbing to her feet calmly and bringing Raynin with her, she tossed her into the ropes, then bounces off of the opposite ropes herself and connects in the middle with a rib shattering spear! Raynin’s head connects with the canvas so hard that, when she returns to her feet, she stumbles right into a super kick!

Adams: Oh she laid Raynin OUT!

Simone: And she's going for the cover!

1.....
2.....
Raynin kicks out!

Veronica starts to throw a fit, pounding the mat with her hands!

Veronica shakes her head, staring at Drew and something in her angry eyes causes the official to take a few steps back. Veronica then drags Raynin up by her long hair and she rakes her face across the top rope, causing Raynin to yell and struggle with a nasty rope burn as a result! Veronica then runs off of the far side of the ring and jumps for a dropkick but Raynin moves at the last split second and Taylor lands across the top rope crotch first! The fans cheer!

Adams: Dos that actually hurt a woman!?

With the fans rallying behind her, Raynin grabs the top rope and starts shaking it, bouncing an already pained Veronica up and down and shoots her off to the mat! Raynin Irish whips her into the ropes and leaps, crashing down onto the Supermodel with the Thesz press and unloading a series of fists to the head!

Simone: Oh Raynin is definitely leaving nothing to chance when dealing with this arrogant witch!

She pulls Veronica to her feet and Irish whips her into the far corner and runs in, crushing Taylor with a Stinger splash! Raynin then picks her up and sets her up onto the top of the near corner and she starts to climb up after her, but Veronica starts fighting her off. Taylor throws fists into her head, staggering her, then rakes her face, causing Raynin to lose her balance and stumble down to the mat. Veronica takes full advantage and jumps off, grabbing Raynin's hair on the way down and planting her face first with a flying X Factor! Veronica stands up and starts to pose for the jeering fans!

Simone: The idiot is wasting time!

Veronica then turns and boots Raynin derisively over onto her back and lounges back over her sternum in an arrogant cover.

1.....
2.....

But Raynin scissors her arm and legs and rolls her back into a Crucifix, taking her opponent by surprise!

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

The bell rings and Raynin rolls out of the ring ass a shocked Veronica Taylor goes on an immediate tirade inside of the ring!

Justin: The winner of the match, advancing to the semi-finals ... Raynin!

Veronica confronts Drew and shoves him, accusing Raynin of a pull of the tights, using the ropes -- ANYTHING -- but to no avail! Thee decision stands!

Simone: Raynin advances and Veronica Taylor has nobody to blame but herself for that one!

The scene cuts backstage to “Stoner” Scott Oliver.

Stoner: Dude! I’m totally psyched for my next guest. He’s been gone for over three years and he returns to the SCW ring tonight. Dudes and dudettes… “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson.

The camera pans out to show Wyatt Peterson. He slaps the Stoner across the back

Wyatt: Hey there, lil’ buddy. Long time, no see. How’re ya doin’?

Stoner: I’ve been awesome. I got some stuff from this guy who works as a DEA agent. I’ve been flying like I’ve never flown before.

Wyatt: Yeah, ah heard that the gov’ment has the good stuff.

Stoner: Enough about me though. Tonight is about you. You’re making your SCW re-debut against “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin. Do you feel you’re ready to take on a former Roulette Champion?

Wyatt: Ah ain’t gonna say that this is gonna be a cake walk. Ah know damn well how hard it is tah become a champion here. Jeremiah Hardin has shown that he’s got what it takes to push me tah mah limits. Ah know deep down, though, that ah can beat any Roulette Champion, past or present.

Wyatt stops and looks at something behind the Stoner. The camera pans out to reveal the current SCW Roulette Champion, Goth.

Goth: Is that right Wyatt??? So you are comparing me to some joke that I have crushed in ways that he never thought was possible??? You see Wyatt, I tell it when it is time for my reign to come to an end and by the looks of my current track record??? it will take a few more months to break that record and then I'may think about it.

Goth gets nose to nose with Wyatt

Goth: You think you got what it takes Wyatt???

Wyatt takes a step back and smirks.

Wyatt: It ain’t a matter o’ thinkin’ ah got what it takes. It’s ‘bout KNOWIN’ ah’ve got it. Ya can run yer mouth all ya want thinkin’ that ya can git through me as easily as some o’ these other guys. Don’ fergit that ah’ve beaten ya before. It may’ve been a few years, but ah’ve got a win over ya back at Into The Void back in 2012. Ah guarantee that ah can still beat yer ass. An’ ah’ll prove it anytime, anyplace.

Goth smirks as he takes a step forward and stands nose to nose with Wyatt

Goth: Another fairytale that I need to destroy huh? Like I told Casey not to build up your hopes and dreams of something that happened in the past. But why don't I make it easier for you??? Anytime, anyplace and any kind of Roulette Rules match. And I will send you down the long list of casualties that just could not get the job done. And if I were you?? I would pay attention to what I will do to Ethan Brody tonight. You may learn something, country boy.

The two men stare each other down with vengeance

The arena goes suddenly dark, as a child's voice plays over the p.a, as her words also flash up on the screen in red.

I can hear you breathing
Nobody here in the cradle does that anymore
How did you get in?
Will you help me?

The bassy sounds of the drums begins to play as the cello then kicks in over the p.a and finally the guitar kicks in as green lights swirls around the entrance.

The song then kicks in and Amy rushes out holding her face and then suddenly stops half way down the ramp to reveal her face. She wears a black leather surgical face mask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that Amy Marshall is written in red and in Japanese.

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

Justin Decent: Introducing first , from Juneau Alaska…The Punk Princess…AMY MARSHALL

“Set Me on Fire” by Thousand Foot Krutch begins to play the image of fire begins to play against the curtain to backstage. Stepping through the curtain of fire, a woman walks out with a smile as she poses at the entrance.

Justin Decent: Introducing from Houston Texas, she is the one and only…SAM MARLOWE!

Sam raises her arms as she is introduced. Heading to the ring, she plays to the fans, slapping hands and posing with others. Finally she climbs the stairs to the ring apron and lays herself across the middle rope and blows a kiss to the camera and then rolls inside the ring. Walking towards the corner, she unzips her short jacket and pulls it off. Handing it to ringside staff, she turns and begins stretching out for the match as she watches her opponent.

DING DING DING!

The referee signals for the bell as Sam and Amy move to the center of the ring. Holding out a hand, Sam offers Amy a show of respect that is just ignored as Amy catches Sam with a short clothesline that takes her to the mat. Rolling to her knees, Sam glares up at Amy who just smiles and motions for her to fight back. The pair lock up in a collar and elbow that Amy leverages to push Sam into the corner then brings a hard shoulder into Sam’s midsection.

Simone: Amy is starting off with a very strong message on the newcomer. Sam might have bitten off more than she could chew with this match.

Adams: Amy is pretty strong in matches like this and she desperately wants to have gold once more.

The referee pushes Amy back while Sam sags in the corner for a moment. Amy moves around the referee and grabs Sam by the wrist and whips her into the opposite corner following her in with a hard clothesline once more. With a smile, Amy grasps Sam’s arm and wrenches it into an armbar that she uses to keep Marlowe on the mat. Sam cries out in pain but manages to roll into the armbar and jumping slightly while catching the back of Amy’s neck to improvise a monkey flip that manages to break the hold. Shaking her arm to get the feeling back, Sam backs away from Marshall who rolls to her feet and begins to stalk towards Sam. Bouncing slightly, Sam uses a roundhouse kick on Amy who is sent rolling to the outside. Marshall rolls to a stop on the ringside mats, pushing herself to her hands and knees before angrily getting to her feet and rolling back into the ring. Sam waits across the ring for Marshall to get to her feet then charges across the ring and takes down Amy with a lou thesz press. Marlowe starts to land rights and lefts on Marshall who covers her head. Sam quickly makes a pin attempt but gets only a one count.

Adams: I don’t think that Sam was too smart to go for a pin this early, Amy still has way too much power. You have to beat her down a bit more than just a lou thesz press and a couple of right hands.

Simone: I think Sam is finding that out.

Amy pushes Sam off at one then rolls towards the ropes. Getting to her feet, Amy holds out a hand to Sam in a show of friendship. Looking around, Sam moves towards Amy as the fans scream no. Amy waves them off and again offers her hand. Sam’s look of confusion fades as she offers her own hand. The pair shake but Amy doesn’t let go of the handshake as she yanks Sam towards her into a knee to the midsection then catching Sam’s head, Amy hits a snap ddt on the hapless Marlowe. Rolling over her, Marshall makes a very nonchalant cover as the referee falls to the mat and counts two before Sam kicks out and rolls to the side. Amy looks at the ref angrily, motioning for a faster count.

Simone: Looks like Amy thought she won the match with that DDT. She doesn’t looks happy at all.

Adams: You can say that again Belinda. And if Sam isn’t careful, she is going to suffer for it.

Amy pushes past the referee and grabs Sam once more, spinning her around and catching her around the midsection. Amy lifts Marlowe with a gutwrench which launches the young redhead across the ring. Marshall gets to her feet and rushes towards the ropes, springboarding off the bottom rope to land a lionsault on the downed Marlowe. Amy smirks as Sam rolls to the ropes and off the apron to the outside. Standing in the ring, Marshall holds her arms up on victory as Sam leans on the apron. The referee is making the ten count that Marlowe just beats. Using the ropes, Sam springs onto the corner and launches herself at a boasting Marshall with a diving crossbody that takes Amy to the mat. Catching at her leg, Sam goes for a pin.

Adams: This could be a win for Sam here. I think she knocked the wind out of Amy Marshall.

Amy kicks out at two and rolls to the ropes once more. Sam Marlowe gets slowly to her knees then to her feet. Marshall is on the bottom rope trying to catch her breath as Marlowe charges across the ring and slams into the upper body of Amy with a bronco buster. Getting to her feet, Sam allows herself to be pushed back by the ref who checks on Amy. Marlowe plays to the crowd who are cheering and screaming. With her back to a recovering Amy Marshall, Sam doesn’t see Marshall get to her feet then rush the ropes. Using the bottom rope, Amy hits Sam with a springboard kick that knocks her back into the middle of the ring. Amy picks her up and as Marlowe sways slightly, Marshall climbs the corner. Sam turns to see Amy launch herself and ducks the flying forearm smash. Amy lands hard as Sam turns quickly. Cradling her arm, Marshall gets to her feet only to be met with a spear from Marlowe that takes both women down. Rolling in opposite directions, both women get to their feet. Before Sam can capitalize, Amy rushes forward and catching Sam with a hard right, staggers Marlowe before hitting a double knee facebreaker.

Simone: That’s the move she calls the Bad Girl. Amy has beaten many a woman with that move right there.

Adams: I think it is curtains for Sam Marlowe. Poor girl, it is the day after her birthday and to have to get such a loss like this. Maybe I should offer to help her get over the loss.

Amy rolls Sam over near the ropes and pins her but Marlowe manages to put her foot on the bottom rope in a weak kick out attempt which stops the count. Amy can’t believe it and starts to argue with the referee saying that she should be the winner of the match. Getting to her feet, Amy holds up her arms like she has won but the referee pulls them down as Sam pulls herself up by the ropes. Amy turns to attack once more but is stopped by a spear from Marlowe. In the middle of the ring, Sam wraps her legs around a downed Amy Marshall and then grabs at her head. Amy tries to fight it but Sam attempts to get her arm around the head of Marshall.

Adams: Sam Marlowe is trying to lock in the Sammi Wrap. If she catches Amy with this move, it is all over.

Marshall struggles to power out of the hold but Sam grabs her head and then in desperation tucks it into her arm applying the choke hold. Amy fights it until Sam rears back putting too much pressure on Amy forcing the tap. Sam lets go of the hold at the sound of her music starting to play.

Justin Decent: Your winner, by submission…SAM MARLOWE!

Simone: This must be one heck of a birthday present for Sam. Advancing in the Going for the Gold tournament like that.

Adams: Speaking of birthdays...It looks like someone else wants to wish Sam a happy birthday.

Sam’s music changes as “Happy Birthday” starts to play. Out of the back, Veronica Taylor appears holding something in her hand. With a smile, she moves down to the ring and climbs the ring steps as Sam watches suspiciously. Veronica slides between the ropes and moves toward Sam, a smile on her face as she holds out the cake, slipping one hand beneath it.

Simone: I wouldn’t trust Veronica Taylor.

Adams: But she has cake!

Veronica gets close to Sam while holding up the cake. Sam smiles as the fans try to warn her but Veronica uses one hand to wave off the shouts while pretending to trip slightly as she slams the cake into Sam’s face. Surprised, Sam wipes at her eyes as Veronica takes her diamond necklace off and wraps it around Sam’s neck.

Simone: Veronica has Sam set up for the Heart Breaker!

Looking at the fans with an evil smirk, Veronica shakes the choked Marlowe before dropping her with the Heartbreaker. Leaving the downed Sam clasping at her neck, Veronica gets to her feet and reaches for the microphone. Turning back to the downed Marlowe, Veronica licks at a bit of icing on her finger.

Veronica Taylor: Happy Birthday BITCH!

Adams: That is cold. Poor Sam Marlowe didn’t ask for this I bet.

Veronica’s music begins as Sam is checked by the referee. Veronica slides out of the ring and waves at the crowd before turning back to the ring and watches as Sam makes it to a sitting position. Taylor mouths the words Sorry not sorry as she moves backwards towards the curtain.

The cameras fade back inside the Palacio de los Deportes Virgilio Travieso Soto as Adams and Simone are discussing some events that have transpired recently.

Adams: What a bizarre night?

Simone: Yes, three ladies make an unexpected appearance and nearly knocks Pussy off her feet.

Adams: Yeah, one of those ladies mentioned Candy Overton but she's not even in the building.

Before Belinda could say anything else, "That's the way" starts to play as the cameras pan up towards the entranceway.

Adams: Could it be her?

The song plays for five minutes and no one bothers to walk out onto the stage.

Simone: I guess she couldn't make the trip.

Adams: I was really looking forwar....

"Worth It" blares over the speakers as it cuts Jason off. Teal and hot pink lights float around as Candy Overton steps out onto the stage. The crowd is excited to see her but her expression doesn't seem to reciprocate the feeling. Instead of walking down the ramp, she yells for a microphone to be handed to her.

Adams: Is Candy demanding a microphone?

Simone: Looks like it

A ringside technician rushes to hand her a microphone as she glares at him. She rips the microphone out of his hand while shaking her head.

Candy Overton: Cut the damn music.

The music suddenly stops as Candy slightly shifts her weight a bit before marching down the ramp. She quickly gets into the ring while chasing Justin Decent out of it.

Candy Overton: For months, I have been the laughing stock of this pathetic bombshell division. Everyone thinks I should just go jump off a cliff. Well, I got news for all you bitches in the back. Candy Overton isn't going anywhere. In fact, that stupid cunt Mikah had better keep her fucking eyes open because I am officially entering my name into this 19 bombshell tournament.

A collective gasp falls over the crowd as Candy looks to be serious.

Candy Overton: This is also a message to that bitch Melanie Gabrielle. Don't think I'm going to stop pursuing that title you got on your shoulder. I don't care who Mark Ward throws in my way, in the end they will suffer a lethal dose of Tooth Decay. Just know that I'm done being the nice one. It's time for this veteran get what she wants and that is WORTH the price of admission.

"Worth It" strikes back up as she tosses the microphone down and exits the ring. She is seen walking back up the ramp while murmuring in the crowd occurs.

“I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of The Fearless One Steve Ramone”

Simone: Here we go.

Adams: Just when I thought he was done with these.

After the customized flag appears on screen for a couple of seconds the camera cuts to Steve doing his Tim Staggs impersonation and Tim doing his Steve impersonation at High Stakes V, the footage is in black and white and the sound has been muted.

Adams: Apparently Steve has discovered Silent Films.

Narrator: At High Stakes V an epic battle ensued between the team of Steve Ramone and Jessie Salco and the Nobodies but in the end Steve and Jessie won.

The footage then shows footage from the cage match including Steve hitting the What Fear off the cage onto Tim, Jessie whipping the hell out of Celeste North and unmasking her, Steve hitting Tim with the Fearless Shot just before Jessie wins the match for the team, you get the idea.

Simone: This is rather one sided.

Adams: It’s a video produced by Steve, what do you expect?

Narrator: And now here’s Steve to talk about Tim.

Simone: Oh god.

Narrator: In rap form.

Simone: Wait, WHAT?!

Adams: Please tell me that I imagined that last sentence?

Unfortunately for Jason he didn’t as the footage cuts to Steve wearing a gaudy gangster outfit complete with backwards cap and sunglasses with Cyrus and Andreas behind him, Andreas is face palming whilst Cyrus, after a heavy sigh, starts beatboxing.

Steve: Yo, yo, yo, what’s up me homies?
I’m Steve Ramone and I’m here to say.
Tim Staggs had better stay out of my way
His wrestling skills as whack and he has a stuttering problem.
And I don’t know what rhymes with problem!

Simone: Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the whitest man in all of wrestling.

Adams: I can’t wait to see him try to explain this to his kids when they grow up!

Steve: Now that my business with Tim is concluded
There’s only one thing for me to do, that I have concluded
I have yet to hold a singles title since the GWA closed.
And now that I’m done with Tim, I want to change that, otherwise I’ll be dosed.

Simone: Did he just rhyme the word concluded with concluded?!

Adams: That last verse made no sense!

Steve: Word!

Steve, literally, drops the mic as the camera fades back to the flag.

Narrator: Translation, watch out male champions of SCW, he’s coming for you!

Simone: I guess we’re back to Steve calling himself the champion the fans deserve.

Adams: As long as he never raps again I’m not complaining.

Backstage, Sam Marlowe is seen wiping at the frosting that is covering her face angrily as Cyn stands to the side watching with an unconcerned look on her face that Sam can’t see. From behind Cyn, Pussy Willow rushes up to the pair.

Pussy Willow: Oh my god I just saw what happened! Veronica Taylor out of the blue attacking you like that Sam.

Sam Marlowe: Yeah Pussy, I don’t know why she would do something like that.

Cyn Marlowe: Wait a minute Sam. We don’t know that Veronica attacked you. I was watching and from the looks of it, she was bringing you that cake as a gift.

Both Sam and Pussy look at Cyn who is smiling.

Cyn Marlowe: You both saw the same thing, admit it.

Pussy Willow: She brought out a cake Cyn but I don’t think it was a gift for your sister.

Cyn Marlowe: I am sure it was. And the poor girl tripped as she tried to give it to Sam here and well, accidently gave it to Sam so to speak.

Pussy Willow: Well then explain the Heart Breaker that Veronica did to your sister after that hmmm

Cyn Marlowe: Wouldn’t you be angry if you brought a perfectly nice gift and the person it was for blatantly wrecked it. I know I would be angry and would probably react the same way Veronica did.

Pussy Willow: Sam didn’t wreck anything Cyn!

Before Cyn can say anything else, Sam steps between the arguing pair and holds up her hands. The two stop as the icing covered face is angered which only makes Cyn back away with her own hands held up in mock surrender. Pussy gives Sam a look of concern.

Sam Marlowe: I don’t care what excuse she has for doing what she did but let me tell you something and that is she pushed me a little too far with that cake to the face. She is messing with the wrong girl if she thinks that something like this is going to happen and I am not going to react to it. It is bad enough I am fighting an uphill battle in the Going for the Gold tournament…

Pussy Willow: Congrats on that by the way.

That stops Sam mid rant and a smile breaks over her face.

Sam Marlowe: Oh thanks.

Pussy nods encouragingly as Sam takes a deep breath and her smile fades somewhat .

Sam Marlowe: Like I was saying, I am fighting an uphill battle in the tournament for the shot at Mikah and Veronica Taylor wants to try and sideline me so I can’t focus. Well good thing is that I can multitask. So when I have my second round match up, I am going to be prepared for that but I am also going to be prepared to make Veronica realize that she just got froggy with someone who isn’t afraid to run right over her if need be.

With each comment, Sam can be seen to be getting tenser and angrier. Suddenly a finger can be seen sliding down the cheek of Sam, scraping off a bit of frosting she missed then the camera pulls back to reveal Ben Jordan still dressed in his Maximus Cocknius gladiator gear who is smirking as he looks at the frosting then Sam before tasting the frosting.

Ben Jordan: Sweet.

Ben walks off leaving Sam and Pussy Willow speechless.

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

"Goodtime" by Alan Jackson starts playing from the speakers and Wyatt Peterson bursts through the curtain onto the stage with a big Texas smile on his face. Wyatt points upwards and circles the air with his finger as he lets out a “YEEEEEEEHAW!!!” much to the delight of the crowd. Wyatt makes his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans as he makes his way towards the ring. Once he gets to the bottom of the ramp, Wyatt hops onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring. He hops onto the nearest turnbuckle and lets out another “YEEEHAW!” before turning his attention to the match at hand.

Justin: The first wrestler currently in the ring!! Standing in at 6’9 and weighing in at 285 pounds!! Hailing from Amarillo, Texas!!! Wyatt Peterson!!!

The tiger roars, and then Soldiers by Otherwise plays and Jeremiah comes out and looks around at the fans. He then comes down the aisle, fist bumping with the fans, and then he enters the ring and makes the roar and the crowd roars with him.

Justin: And his opponent!! Standing in at 6’6 and 245 pounds!! Hailing from Washington DC!! “Big Tiger” Jeremiah Hardin!!!!!

Adams: Two big men battle each other in Wyatts return!!! I’m sure that Goth will be watching this one with very much intrest.

Simone: Indeed, I’m curious whether Wyatt has got some ring rust, seeing it was three years ago that he was here for the very last time.

DING DING DING

Jasmine calls for the bell as both men get in each other’s faces as the fans cheer them on. The returning Wyatt is talking to Hardin, who finally retaliates with a stiff right to the side of Wyatt’s face. Causing him to stagger backwards, but follows it up with a knee in the midsection of Hardin. Following it up wit series of elbows to the back of Hardin’s back as he whips him in the ropes and delivers a big time clothesline that sends Hardin to the canvas. Wyatt grabs Hardin and pulls him to his feet before whipping him in the corner, there he delivers series of shoulder tackles into the midsection of Hardin. Wyatt grabs the face of Hardin and delivers series of elbows to the face of his opponent, before whipping him into another corner and follows it up with a running clothesline.

Simone: Wyatt so far showing no sign of ring rust wouldn’t you agree??

Adams: Sure hasn’t, I’m impressed that he just picked up where he left off a few years ago!!

Wyatt picks up Hardin as he sets him up for a Powerbomb in the middle of the ring, but Hardin manages to block it and reverses it to a Back body drop. Hardin drops a leg across the throat and chest of Wyatt before going for a cover as Jasmin goes for the three count

Jasmine: One!!! Two!!

Wyatt kicks out at the count of two, causing Hardin to wrap his arm around the throat of of Wyatt and starts to put all of his weight on the back of his neck. Wyatt is holding his arm in the air as he wants to signal the fans that he is still into it as he slowly is getting to his feet. Driving elbows into the midsection of Hardin before running to the ropes setting himself up for an offensive move, only to be levelled by a spinning heel kick from Hardin who goes for another cover.

Jasmine: One!!! Two!!! Thr….

Another kick out from Wyatt Peterson, Hardin grabs the arm as he locks it in an armbar. Putting pressure on it as Wyatt slowly gets to his feet and pushes Hardin in the ropes and whips him in the ropes and levels with a spear as he immediately goes for a cover, where Jasmin goes down for another three count.

Jasmine: One! Two! Thr….

Wyatt can’t believe it that Hardin managed to get his shoulder up in time before te three count. He grabs Hardin by the head and sets him up for a Slam, driving him down in the middle of the ring before getting to the ropes and executes an elbow drop coming off the ropes. Following it up with a few more elbow drops before going for another cover.

Jasmine: One!! Two!!

Hardin manages to get his shoulder up in time before the referee could count to three, Wyatt pulls him up to his feet and whips im in the ropes. Going for his patented big boot as he comes chargin in on Hardin. But the member of R.O.A.R manages to sidestep, causing Wyatt to hit Jasmin with the boot by accident.

Wyatt looks at Jasmine to see how he is doing, when suddenly we see Goth emerge from behind. Charging in on Wyatt as he spins him around and kicks him in the midsection and follows it up

Simone: Chaos ADDT!!!!

Adams: Good God!!!

The fans are booing the Roulette champion, who looks at them and has a sickening smile on his face before putting Hardin on top of Wyatt Peterson and starts to revive the referee.

Simone: Don’t let this match end this way!

Goth grabs a glass of water and splashes it in the face of Jasmine as he quickly gets to the announce table and joins Jason and Belinda.

Simone: What in the hell were you doing in there???

Goth: What did it look like I was doing Belinda?? I was returning the favour to Wyatt for what he did to me at High Stakes!!

Jasmine looks around as she didn’t know who splashed her in the face before seeing that Hardin has his arm draped across the chest of Wyatt Peterson. She crawls over to them as she positions herself to administer the three count as she starts to count

Jasmine: One……. Two…. Thr….

Wyatt gets his shoulder up in time as both men are spend in the middle of the ring as Jasmin crawls over to the ring ropes as she tries to pull herself up to her feet.

Goth: I feel that was a real slow count for sure!!!

Adams: Come on Goth, if you didn’t had interfered. Wyatt would have won that match.

Goth: Are you partial Jason???

Jason keeps his mouth shut as the Roulette champion has his eyes set upon him, causing him to swallow hard. Jasmine slowly get to her feet and starts to use the ten count on both competitors as they are being flattened by the high impact moves that they have been put through. We see Hardin slowly pull himself up to his feet by using the ropes as we see Wyatt do the same. As Jasmine reaches the count of eight it is both men that stumble towards each other and start to slug it out with some heavy blows. Neither men put up their hands to defend themselves as Wyatt finally get the upper hand on his opponent. Driving series of rights to the face before driving a knee in the midsection of Hardin. He follows it up with a Guttwrench suplex as he drops Hardin and goes for the cover.

Jasmine: One!!! Two! Thr….

Hardin gets the shoulder up in time, as the fans are getting to their feet as they thought that Wyatt had won the match. Shouting that this match is awesome and cheering them on. Where as Goth sits there, looking at the two men battle each other in a hard fought fight.

Simone: Goth, what are your thoughts about the return of Wyatt???

Goth: What I think?? He is tough, I give him that. But I guess he has issues taking someone out for the count of three. That could be an downfall against better wrestlers than Hardin.

Hardin signals that he is going to finish Wyatt off, he sets Wyatt up for the Big Tiger Impact. Just as he sets Wyatt up it is Wyatt that manages to reverse the move by delivering a Back Body Drop. Dropping Hardin high above is head as he comes crashing down hard on the canvas. Wyatt sees Goth as he points at the Roulette champion as to say that he needs to watch this. He turns around and executes his finisher as he delivers a running Big Boot to the face of Hardin.

Simone: Boomtown!!!

Wyatt covers Hardin, staring at Goth while Jasmin is doing her three count.

Jasmine: One!!! Two!!! Three!!!

Justin: The winner of this match by pinfall!!! Wyatt Peterson!!!!!

Jasmine calls for the bell as she lifts the arm of Wyatt Peterson, the big man doesn’t take his eyes off the Roulette champion who has gotten up from his seat and mockingly applauds the victory from the returning Wyatt Peterson. He slowly walks to the back as he turns around at the end of the entrance way as he continues to applaud towards the man who has not left his eyes from the champion.

The camera cuts back to where Rocky Mountains is standing as Candy walked right up to her.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Candy...h...

Candy rips the microphone out of her hands and looks directly at the camera.

Candy Overton: You guys think I'm joking about my no more nice girl act huh. Well, maybe you should get a load of this...

Candy turns the camera toward her friends beating the hell out of Zuri and her twin sister Blanca. Both Chastain sisters are a bloody mess as Candy grabs Zuri by the head and slams her down with a dangerous Tooth decay. She gets back up and looks directly into the camera.

Candy Overton: This is only the beginning. Consider yourselves warned.

Candy narrows her eyes as she walks away when medical personnel comes to check on the sisters.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd cheers as Amanda skips out, her hair big and blonde and wearing a bubblegum pink stretch pants outfit with high heels. She waves as the crowd applauds and the performance begins.

Amanda: I know that you
Don't know me very well
We've barely met
But I can surely tell
No one will ever
Love you like I do

I like to feel
The warm spot on your chair
Sometimes I drool
And usually I stare
My precious one
I saved that gum
That you threw in the garbage

You're the one I dream about
But the only question with me now
Is "Do I creep you out?"
Everytime I shake your hand now
Wanna stick your fingers in my mouth
Do I creep you out?

Call you every night and hang up
Gonna carve your name in my leg
In my leg, oh-oh!

Somethin' I should ask about
Can I sniff the pit-stains on your blouse?
And do I creep you,
Do I creep you out?
(Your restraining order's out)
(Still the only question with me now)
Oh the only question
(Is "Do I creep you out?")
Is "Do I creep you out?"
Know exactly where you live now
Follow you from work right to your house
Well, do I creep you out?
Do I creep you out?

The crowd cheers and applauds as Amanda blows them kisses and waves before prancing back up the stage and disappearing behind the curtains.

The camera cuts backstage after her attack on Sam Marlowe in the middle of the ring, we see Veronica Taylor sauntering through the backstage area. She has an arrogant smirk on her face very pleased with herself. The arrogant supermodel before making it back to her look room is soon stopped by Miss Rocky Mountains, tapping her on the shoulder the Mean Girl turns around looking disgusted to having been touched by Rocky Mountains as she says in her normal bitchy tone.

Veronica Taylor:Um Can't you see that I am busy?! Now what do you want, you got five seconds to make it good? Because I am not trying to have to look at your horrid use of foundation for more than five seconds.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well I wanted to ask why you would do something so cruel to Sam? After her match by attack her smashing that cake in her face? That was quite mean..

Veronica started a death glare right through Rocky, however, soon a smirk appears on her face. As she giggles in her normal bitchy tone. As she than says in a smug arrogant tone.

Veronica Taylor: Well, for one have you seen the girl like why is she getting hype over a true star like me? Like I don't get it you have a basic running around here acting like she was the next big deal. Well really, she is some sad goodie goodie girl, who will never amount to anything. Like comparing us who has been the girl at the center of the bombshells since its inception that would be me, I created the Mean Girls, and yet I am given no respect? Well that is all gonna change.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well, why would you target her though? That is the question what has she done to you personally?

Veronica rolled her eyes, before placing her hand on her hip in obvious annoyance.

Veronica Taylor: Um are you stupid? Like did I not say it she is nothing more than a basic who is my stepping stone she belongs under the heels of a true superstar. A superstar who is hot, fashionable, and well perfect to boot that would be me Veronica Taylor. It is the job of the very best that being me to school goodie goodies like Sam on what it means to slayed by your betters now if you excuse me looking at your face is giving me a headache to quote an old partner of mine"sorry not sorry".

Veronica then blew a kiss to the camera as she flicked her hair arrogantly sauntering off, as the scene faded to black. With Miss Rocky Mountains looking confused as to what had just happened before, and the motives of the Mean Girl.

Justin: The following contest is our main event, it is a non title hardcore Rules match!!

“The End” by Roadrunner United begins to play as the houselights dim, a spotlight shines upon the entrance as Ethan Brody steps out to a chorus of cheers, he shows little expression on his face as he walks down the aisle and leaps onto the ring apron. He steps through the ropes and walks over to the ropes to acknowledge the crowd by lifting his arms up before it fades away.

Justin: Currently in the ring, standing in at 6’3 and weighing in at 252 pounds! Hailing from Cambridge, England!!! Co holder of the SCW tag team titles!!! Ethan Brody!!!

Man in the Box hits through the sound system as the arena goes black except for a bright white light that shines through the entire entrance way. On the Titan Tron we see the name Goth appear with the figure of the classic clip of Alice In Chains with the sown shut eyes emerges behind the name. The figure that we know is Goth emerges with Sapphira by his side who holds the championship belt across her shoulder as he holdis his stick in his hand for blind and visiual impared as he moves to the ring. He slowly walks up the steps with the stick in front of him, helping hi mto climb the steps. He climbs through the ropes and hands Sapphira his stick before kissing her mouth and watches her walk to the time keeper

Justin: And his opponent!! Standing in at 6’4 and weighing in at 249 pounds!! Hailing from New York City, New York!!! He is the current SCW Roulette champion!! Goth!!!

Simone: This isn’t the first time that we saw Goth today. We saw him get face to face with Wyatt Peterson, then him attacking Wyatt during his match!! What will he be up to next???

Adams: What do you think?? He does what he always do!

DING DING DING

The bell rings as Drew tells the two men to get it on, Goth stands there motionless as he looks at Ethan Brody. Both veterans look at each other with caution. The fans are cheering Brody on as the co holder of the tag team titles move forward towards Goth and extends his hand for test of strength. But after a while hesitantly pulls back as Goth does not respond to it.

Simone: Did you expected this?? Usually you would see Goth tear down on his opponent, but I guess that Ethan didn’t expected this either.

Ethan Brody extends his arm once more as Goth accepts it and the two go into a test of strength with the one arm as Brody gets the upper hand quickly as he uses his size and weight advantage. Dropping Goth to his knees as the Roulette champion tries to get back to his knees as he lifts his free hand upwards as Brody locks the other hand as well. Drew Patton asks if Goth wants to give in as he feels the strength difference between him and his opponent dominating him.

Adams: I don’t get why Goth did that, he should be smarter!!

Goth gets one leg up as he slowly gets from his knees, trying to get to a vertical base. Ethan steps over one arm and jumps up and drops his weight across the left shoulder. Ethan then locks the arm from Goth as he pulls it backwards in an reversed armbar. Goth slowly gets to his feet and elbows into the midsection of Brody with his othe arm. Causing Brody to free the hold as Goth executes a Side Suplex and drops Brody in the middle of the ring. Holding his arm as he drops an elbow, but only hits canvas as Brody rolls out of the way. He once again grabs the arm and drives series of knees in the shoulder area before dragging Goth towards the steel ring post. There he slides out of the ring and slams the arm of Goth across the ring apron. Causing Goth to scream out in pain as Brody grabs the arm and wraps it around the steel ring post before putting his leg against the ring apron for extra leverage. Causing Goth to scream out loud in pain, while Drew only looks on to see whether Goth wants to give up.

Simone: So far it seems that Brody has got the upper hand on this one!!!!

Brody whips the arm against the steel ring post several times before turning his attention away from his opponent and looks underneath the ring apron and grabs a kendo stick.

Simone: Uh oh!!!

Uh oh indeed, Brody turns around and aims the stick across the injured arm of the Roulette champion as he swings it. Only to hit the ring post as Goth has managed to get out of the way at the final moment as Brody whips the kendo stick. Causing a loud thud to be heard as Goth gets to his feet as he massages his shoulder. We see Brody to slide back in the ring as Goth charges in on him and kicks Brody in the face as he is on his hands and knees. He then starts to pound away on the face with his not injured arm as he then follows it up with a boot to the throat of Brody as he starts to choke him out. Drew Patton tries to reason with Goth, knowing that he cant do anything about this situation as it is a hardcore match. Goth drives his knee in the back of Brody before locking his hands around the throat of Brody and chokes him out while pulling on his face backwards. Brody tries to pull away the fingers from Goth with his own hands as he slowly crawls towards the ropes as Goth gets up and drops on the lower back. Causing Brody to stop crawling as Goth locks him in a Camel Clutch submission hold as the referee checks on him if to see whether Brody wishes to give up.

Adams: It would surprise me if Brody would submit to something like that.

Brody slowly manages to free himself from the sitting position of Goth as he slowly manages to get to his feet. Causing Goth to jump up his back and lock him in a sleeper hold, trying to put the co holder of the tag titles to sleep as Brody drops backwards and drops his full weight on the ribs of the Roulette champion. Forcing him to let go off the hold as he rolls around in pain, holding on to his ribs as Brody slowly slides out of the ring. Grabbing a leather belt from underneath the ring and slides back in the ring.

Simone: That is going to hurt!

Brody wraps the leather belt a few times around his hand before whacking the belt across the lower back of Goth. Continuing the onslaught on the entire back as we see strap marks appear across the entire back before Brody wraps te belt across the throat of Goth as he puts his boot between his shoulder blades and pulls hard on the belt.

Adams: He is choking him!

Simone: Didn’t Goth do the same thing to him???

Brody pulls Goth towards one of the six sided corners and starts to tie his arms across the ring ropes to keep him tied up in the corner as he slides out of the ring. There he grabs a steel chair and slides back in the ring, where he blasts the chair into the ribs of the Roulette champion, before blasting it several times across the skull of Goth. Causing blood to emerge from is forehead as we see an instant replay of every single blow hitting Goth straight into his face. Brody stops and celebrates with te crowd as he has the members of the Monstimals tied up big time. Dropping the chair as he sets Goth up for a running spear into te turnbuckles. Running towards him it is Goth tat somehow manages to jump his body upwards as his hands grabs for leverage onto te ringropes that he is tied up on. Causing his upper body to be lifted up in the air as much as needed as Brody hits shoulder first into the steel ring post.

Simone: Wow!!! What balance and strength on the part of Goth!!!!

Adams: No kidding!!!!

Brody is hanging through the ropes and connected with his shoulder into the steel ring post. Goth slowly dropping back to the ring as he is balancing his body halfway on top of Brody. The referee tries to help the Roulette champion as he slowly frees him from the ropes as he unties the belt that kept him there. Goth immediately goes for the injured shoulder from Brody as he grabs a steel chair of his own. Blasting it across the shoulder area of the painful shoulder. Causing Brody to fall down to the outside of the ring. Goth stops for a few moments as he holds his painful ribs from the blast to the ribs with the chair from a few moments ago. Trying to get some oxygen through is painful body before grabbing the kendo stick from earlier in the match and whacks Brody with it across the painful shoulder before locking him in an collar elbow tieup as he puts his knee into the shoulder blade of the painful ligament. He keeps him there for a few moments before lifting him and executes a slam on the outside floor with Brody’s arm behind his back and slams him arm first on the concrete floor. Resting against the ring apron for a few moments before grabbing the steel barricades that seperates the fans from the wrestlers and manages to drop one part of the barricades on the ground. He turns his attention to Brody as he grabs him by the head and sets him up.

Simone: No way!!!

Adams: Chaos ADDT!!

Goth is about to drive his patented DDT on the steel barricades when suddenly

Simone: Wyatt!!!!

Adams: Oh no!!

Simone: Time for payback!!!

Wyatt attacks Goth from behind and spins him around as he delivers a big boot to the face of Goth, who drops hard on the steel railing as the fans chee Wyatt Peterson on. Wyatt stands over Goth for a few moments before deciding to head to the back as the camera sees both Brody and Goth battered and bruised on the concrete floor. The referee checks on both men as Brody slowly starts to stir, he sees Goth down. He slowly gets to his feet and rolls Goth in the ring as the face of the Roulette champion is completely covered in blood as his face is busted wide open. Brody goes for the cover as Drew starts to use the three count

Drew: 1!!! 2!!!!

A kickout from Goth as Brody slowly gets up and grabs Goth by the hair and pulls him up to his feet. He then whips him in the ropes and sets him up for a Spinebuster and goes for another cober.

Drew: 1!! 2!!

Somehow Goth manages to kick out again, causing Brody to question the count from the referee as he then turns his attention on pounding away at the bloodied face of his opponent.

Simone: Unbelievable, Wyatt delivers his finisher and a Spinebuster and he still kicks out!!!

Brody sets Goth up for a sleeper hold, locking his arms across his chin and holding on to his face as slowly Goth starts to fade. His eyes are slowly closing as Drew starts to check on him. Goth drops to a knee as he struggles to break free as he uses a final surge of energy to grab the head of Brody and delivers a Jawbreaker. Causing Brody to let go as he falls backwards. He is holding on to his jaw in pain as Goth slowly gets to his feet. Groggy from the onslaught that he suffered and clearly his vision is blurred by the blood. Brody charges in on him for a clothesline, but Goth sidesteps and drops Brody with one of his own. There he immediately locks Brody in a Crossface Chickenwing submission hold as he follows it up wrapping his legs around his body in a pair of body scissors.

Simone: Eternal Darkness Blinds You!!!!

Brody is struggling to free him from the grip that Goth has put upon him, but the more he struggles the harder his eyes close from the pain and the pressure that is put upon him. Ultimately passing out as Drew calls for the bell as the match has come to an end.

Justin: The winner of this match by submission!! Goth!!!!

Goth releases the hold as he slowly gets to his feet, medics run to the ring to attend to both men as Goth walks off. He is about to get out of the ring as he sees Wyatt Peterson standing on the entrance way as the two men stare at each other. Sapphira hands her husband the title as Goth lifts the belt in the air as both men never lose eye contact.

Adams: Goth's streak continues!

Simone: But he's got Big Country wanting to snap that streak.

Adams: And stomp all over them with those big ol' cowboy boots!

Simone: Anyway, it looks like we're out of time here tonight. After this show, we've got more questions then answers, join us next week to see if we can get those answers.

Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Gerrit, Annie, The Lord MK, Jenny, Casey, Marge, Mike, Dustin, Veronica Taylor, Sam, Tom. Also to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who posted a roleplay this week!