Climax Control

The crowd is alive with energy inside of the famous and historical National Theater of Costa Rica, in San Jose, Costa Rica. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites with drinks in their hands. The energy is at an obvious fever pitch when Justin Decent, standing inside of the ring alongside famed Costa Rican singer, Debi Nova.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, on behalf of Christian Underwood, Mark Ward, and everyone in Sin City Wrestling, we would like to welcome you to the famed National Theater of Costa Rica, San Jose, Costa Rica for Climax Control!

The fans in attendance cheer!

Justin: Now to sing the Costa Rican National Anthem, please help me welcome ... Debi Nova!

The fans are on their feet, cheering the famed Costa Rican recording artist! Justin passes the house microphone to her and as the music begins to play, Debi Nova opens the show...

Debi Nova: Noble patria, tu hermosa bandera
expresión de tu vida nos da;
bajo el límpido azul de tu cielo
blanca y pura descansa la paz.

En la lucha tenaz, de fecunda labor
que enrojece del hombre la faz,
conquistaron tus hijos
labriegos sencillos
eterno prestigio, estima y honor

¡Salve, o tierra gentil!
¡Salve, o madre de amor!
Cuando alguno pretenda
tu gloria manchar,
verás a tu pueblo valiente y viril,
la tosca herramienta en arma trocar.

Salve oh Patria tu pródigo suelo,
dulce abrigo y sustento nos da;
bajo el límpido azul de tu cielo
¡vivan siempre el trabajo y la paz!

The song ends and the crowd cheers! Debi Nova smiles and takes a bow before she passes the house mic back to the hands of Justin Decent and is assisted from the ring as the show is set to begin!

Simone: Hello everyone and welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control!

Adams: Words I'm not sure I like haring come out of your mouth...

Simone: Starting early this week, I see. *clears throat* I am Belinda Simone and I want to wish everyone out there a very Happy Thanksgiving!

Adams: And I may not be American but I'm excited for Thanksgiving! Eat 1% and drink 99%! Woo hoo!

Simone: I suppose that's one way to celebrate. Tonight, however, is ladies night as five out of our seven matches feature the Bombshells of SCW.

Adams: Talk about something to be thankful for! And things begin with two old enemies kicking things off.

Simone: That's right, as Veronica Taylor and Traci Patterson have faced each other in the past, and tonight they are set to face each other once again, one on one! Both of these women have fallen on hard times as of late inside of the ring. This match may just be what one needs a shot in the arm...

Adams: And the other a kick in the arse!

Simone: Then it's the first Semi-Final match of the evening in the Going For the Gold tournament when Sam Marlowe faces her biggest test to date as she faces former World Champion and World Tag Team Champion, Raynin, to see who advances to the finals next week!

Adams: Raynin is a future Hall of Famer! Sammy girl is going to have to go that extra mile if she wants to win this one!

Simone: Then we have the third ladies match of the evening, and it's one between one of the greats, and one of the potential greats.

Adams: Yes! Mercedes Vargas and Celeste North! Mercedes has held title after title here in SCW!

Simone: And many feel it's only a matter of time before the former masked Nobody, Celeste, holds some gold of her own.

Adams: Speaking of titles! "Big Tiger" Jeremiah Hardin wants more gold after his tag and roulette runs, but he's got a test today!

Simone: And it couldn't be any tougher for him as he is facing Steve Ramone. Steve is being hailed by many as the best wrestler to have yet hold SCW gold, and I think it's only a matter of time until he does so.

Adams: And then it's another tournament match, and a triple threat at that!

Simone: And too make things even more interesting, it features two singles champions as Roulette Champion Melanie Gabrielle and Internet Champion Alexis Edwards are in there...

Adams: And so is Crystal Hilton and that bird took Mikah to the absolute limit in their title match!

Simone: And then it's the match that everyone has been aching to see, ever since the card was announced!

Adams: Well, not everyone. Keira Fisher didn't seem too happy about it.

Simone: And neither did Roxi Johnson, but that is exactly what we will be witnessing tonight; history in the making as not only will it be the World Tag Team Champions going at it, one on one to advance, but the wifely duo of Roxi and Keira!

Adams: Someone is going to be sleeping on the couch after they win tonight!

Simone: And the potential for this one is exactly why it is the co-main event.

Adams: And speaking of thee main event... will he do it!? Will Sean Jackson show!?

Simone: If he's smart he will, because he had best not try to call the boss's bluff! If Sean doesn't show to defend his title, then Christian Underwood will strip him of his title and award it to his challenger, former Internet Champion, Kris Halc!

Adams: Let's. get. BUSY!

Belinda turns and stares at Jason who shrugs sheepishly.

Adams: Sorry. Cable box got stuck on the BET Network last night.




Mikah's limousine is seen pulling up to the backstage parking lot and the camera zooms in on Alphonso’s face throw the front window. He calmly gets out of the driver's seat and walks back and opens the door for Mikah. She steps out, dressed in a skin tight, strapless neon coral dress. She has her championship slung over her right shoulder like usual.

Mikah: God, this place is a dump. Don't you agree, Alphonso?

The driver seemed unsure of what to really say because he didn't want to offend anybody, especially not Mikah.

Alphonso: I've seen better working conditions, Mrs. Stephens.

A flash of anger or irritation flashes through Mikah's eyes.

Mikah: Don't call me that! Just call me Mikah. My-kah. That's my name.

Alphonso nods his head in slight embarrassment. Mikah looks around, turning her nose up at the sights around her.

Mikah: I was really thinking about giving the fans and opportunity to be blessed with my appearance but I don't think they deserve it.

Mikah flips her hair over her shoulder with one hand before looking around again.

Mikah: I mean, where were MY congratulations after I successfully retained my championship or when I have officially been with SCW for a year? Where we're THOSE congratulations?

Mikah rolls her eyes in slight irritation.

Mikah: No, of course Christian Underwood wouldn't be able to do that. He doesn't know hard work and talent when it's placed right in front of him. I mean, he took time to congratulate Bruce Evans on something trivial and minor but yet, when I break records and retain my championship time after time, where are my congratulations?! Fuck him. And fuck this place, I'm going to go get drunk. Take me back to my hotel, Alphonso.

Mikah huffs a bit before she gets back into the back of her limousine as Alphonso gets back behind the driver's seat to drive away.




The camera immediately heads to ringside for the first match of the evening!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, our opening contest at Climax Control is a Bombshell match, scheduled for one fall!

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: Introducing first, making her way down the aisle! From Los Angeles, California, weighing 116 pounds ... Veronica Taylor!

Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, she then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. As, she then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. As, Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss.

Simone: That woman is one of the most pompous, arrogant athletes we have here in Sin City Wrestling.

Adams: Yeah she's a beastly bird, right? I don't know why she is still so full of herself. She's been cocking it up lately.

Simone: You know if anyone else had said that besides you, it probably would have sounded dirty.

Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet. With that Traci and Katie walk out from behind the curtain. Traci then poses on the top of the stage with Katie points at Traci.

Justin: And her opponent is accompanied to the ring by Katie Patterson! From Dallas, Texas, weighing 143 pounds ... Traci Patterson!

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

Adams: It's great to see Katie back with her sister!

Simone: Yes it's been a few months now since we last saw Katie Patterson at ringside with Traci. Not since that attack on her at the hands of Twisted Sister. This might be just the shot in the arm that Traci needs to get back on track.

Traci holds the ropes open for her sister to step foot outside of the ring as Jasmine calls for the bell...

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

At the sound of the opening bell, the two women approach the center of the ring where Veronica starts off in a vicious manner by viciously striking Traci across the face with an open handed slap!

Simone: What arrogance!

Adams: That's gonna cost her!

Traci holds her stinging cheek, angry and insulted, when she suddenly grabs Veronica up around her waist and runs the shrieking supermodel back into the corner of the ring!

Adams: What'd I tell you?

Rather than break as the referee demands, Traci pins the arrogant Veronica against the corner and she starts swinging short-arm clotheslines into her with nowhere for Taylor to go as the fans count along!

Crowd: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!

Adams: Wow!

Traci then takes hold of her opponent and shows off her power by grabbing her around the waist again and throwing her across the ring with an overhead belly to belly suplex!

Simone: I am willing to bet that Veronica is already regretting starting things off the way she did!

Veronica gets up on wobbly legs and turns around and walks right into a running double axe handle by the powerful Patterson! Veronica tries to crawl out of the ring but Traci grabs her by the feet and drags her right back inside! Traci grabs her and scoops her upside down across her broad shoulder and she smiles, signaling to the fans and her sister as the crowd rallies behind her!

Simone: Traci Patterson is giving these fans exactly what they want, and that's the apparent annihilation of Veronica Taylor!

Traci then holds onto her foe and starts to spin around in place, gaining momentum until she finally lets Taylor go and Veronica goes flying, crashing down hard to the canvas! Traci readies herself as she watches and waits for Veronica to rise, and the very moment she dos, Traci barrels right into her with a running clothesline that almost takes her had off! Traci then stands over her and drops a leg drop down across her neck and then covers her, hooking the leg!

1.....
2.....
Veronica pulls her off with a handful of hair!

Adams: Veronica had to use the hair to get out of that pin.

Simone: But the point is that she did get out of it -- and I for one am surprised that she was able.

Traci yanks her up to her feet again and this time fires her off into the ropes with an Irish whip and on the rebound, she hauls her up over her head with a military press, but before she can slam her, Veronica counters by reaching down and raking her eyes, causing Patterson to hastily drop her!

Simone: I'm not sure how smart of a counter that was in that particular position.

Adams: Veronica has the advantage now though.

Traci staggers, holding her temporarily blinded eyes when Veronica races off of the ropes and catches her with a swinging neck breaker! Veronica scrambles over to cover Traci, hooking the leg.

1.....
Traci kicks out!

Adams: Wow! Not even a 'two' count?

Simone: Traci Patterson has a big size and power advantage over Veronica Taylor. It's going to take a lot to keep this amazon down for the cover.

Veronica immediately starts throwing right hands into Traci's head, working to maintain her advantage by any means necessary. Veronica grabs two handfuls of Patterson's hair and drags the larger woman closer to the near corner where she slams her had twice into the bottom turnbuckle! Veronica then presses her throat across the bottom rope and stands on her back, choking her viciously as Jasmine counts against her!

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

And Veronica hops off, breaking before she can be disqualified. Veronica then grabs her by thee hair again and throws her onto her back. She stands on Traci's hair and then grabs her by the wrists and pulls her up in a vicious standing hair pull, smiling as the official counts against her once again!

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

And again she breaks before she can have thee match tossed out against her. Jasmine reprimands her for her illegal rule infractions but Veronica throws her hand up in the head referee's face ala 'talk to the hand', much to the crowd's displeasure!

Adams: At Jasmine!?

And the referee swiftly slaps Veronica's hand from out of her face!

Simone: In no way is Jasmine St. john going to stand for that!

Shocked at the fact this 'lowly referee' dared touch her, Veronica stares at her hand and then at the official. Veronica immediately gets right in Jasmine's face and starts screeching at her, poking her in the chest! Veronica then plants both hands on the official's chest and shoves her back!

Adams: Dumb dumb dumb dumb ... DUMB!

Jasmine sets her hands on her hips, biting her bottom lip. She nods then turns around and shoves Veronica right back!

Simone: Jasmine does not take that from the men of SCW! What makes Veronica think she can intimidate her!?

The shove sends Veronica tripping back and right into the waiting arms of Traci Patterson and she brings Taylor over in a release German suplex! Veronica crashes hard, then starts to sit up, then falls right back down! She scoots back and uses the ropes to pull herself up in the corner and Traci comes right at her, launching herself into the petite Bombshell with an Avalanche splash! Traci then takes her by the arm and sends her crashing hard into the neutral corner! Veronica stumbles out and Traci comes off of the ropes and dives right into Veronica!

Adams: Spear!

Traci covers Veronica and hooks the leg!

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

Adams: Wow, Veronica hasn't fought like this since she found out she wasn't a part of New York Fashion Week!

Traci drags her up to her feet and scoops her up over her shoulder.

Simone: It looks like we're about to see a running power slam!

Traci gets a running start but before she can perform the maneuver, Veronica wriggles free and drops down her back behind her. Veronica then grabs two handfuls of Patterson's hair and pulls her down into a back breaker!

Simone: Not the most fair of counters but effective none the less!

Holding her back, Traci falls back into the near corner where Veronica moves in and presses her boot up against her throat and she chokes her while Jasmine counts, and Veronica counts along with her!

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

Veronica breaks with a smile but the moment she starts to move in, Traci grabs her and spins the surprised Taylor around so that she's in the corner! Veronica screams as Traci sits her opponent up onto the top turnbuckle and then throws her off in a press slam!

Adams: Oh she's not going to be strutting down the runway after that!

Somehow Veronica gets to her feet and Traci picks her right up into a crushing bear hug! The crowd cheers as Traci squeezes for all she is worth! Jasmine checks in but Veronica refuses to submit! Traci holds her up high and Veronica starts to swing some elbows into the side of Traci's head, but Patterson holds on tight! Veronica then gives a hard shot to Traci's temple and uses the chance to slide down Patterson's wide back for a sunset flip but the stronger Bombshell remains upright! Traci then goes for a butt bomb but Veronica rolls out of the way!

Adams: Donut pillow -- aisle three!

Veronica then turns and starts to insult Katie who climbs up onto the ring apron to shout back, but this distracts Jasmine and she has to go over and order Katie down, starting a debate between the pair! With Jasmine's attention diverted, Veronica quickly snatches hold of her diamond necklace and she whips it around Traci's throat from behind and chokes her with it!

Adams: Jasmine! Turn around!

Simone: Get off the damn apron, Katie! You're only hurting your sister!

Katie does not realize what she's doing and Veronica continues choking Traci with her necklace while the official's back is turned! Veronica then quickly turns it into a choke neck breaker and tosses the necklace aside, just as Katie drops off of the apron and Jasmine turns back around! Veronica covers Traci, and as jasmine starts to count, Veronica grabs a hold of the ropes with her free hand for added leverage!

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

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Here is your winner -- VERONICA Taylor!

The crowd boos as a jubilant Veronica rolls out of the ring to pose and celebrate as Katie climbs into the ring, protesting to Jasmine while checking on an obviously pissed off Traci Patterson!

Simone: I take it back. After the accidental distraction, maybe Traci would have been better off without Katie at ringside.




The scene opens backstage where “Big Country” Wyatt Peterson is in his locker room watching the show on a monitor. He nearly jumps out his skin as a voice from behind him breaks the silence.

Voice: Well, well, well. Look who’s here. It’s the scared little bitch, Wyatt Peterson.

Wyatt spins around where he comes face to face with SCW Roulette Champion, Goth. The tension in the room immediately becomes thicker.

Wyatt: Ah ain’t scared o’ nothin’! If anyone’s a yella belly ‘round here, it’s the guy who’s been attackin’ me from behind they last few weeks.

Goth smirks.

Goth: Please. I don’t need to attack you, or anyone else, from behind.

Wyatt shakes his head in disbelief.

Wyatt: Whadda ya want, Goth?

Goth: Something has been bugging me about you. Up until a few weeks ago, you didn’t give a damn about SCW or its fans. Now, you’re kissing their asses any chance you get.

Wyatt: And?

Goth: I just want to know why. Is it because you’re afraid they’ll forget about you? Are you afraid the people out there will stop loving you like your mentor, Tom Dudely, did? Or maybe, like your father did?

Wyatt takes a wild swing at Goth’s head. Goth stumbles backwards, falling to the floor, as Wyatt’s right hand barely misses. Goth quickly scrambles to his feet and towards the door.

Goth: You’re going to regret that.

Goth leaves the fuming cowboy breathing heavily in his locker room as the scene fades.




Walking backstage, Cyn Marlowe appears to be reading something on a small tablet as beside her, Sam Marlowe is stretching out as they walk along in preparation for her upcoming match.

Cyn Marlowe: : Well I hope you are ready for this match because so much is riding on it you know.

Sam barely spares her sister a look of surprise before shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head.

Sam Marlowe: : I am quite aware of how important this match is and also how ready I need to be to face Raynin Cyn, but thanks for caring.

Cyn stops and shoots Sam a hurt look as if she can’t believe how mean her sister is being.

Cyn Marlowe: : Honestly Sammiwich, how can you talk to me like that? I only want you to be prepared for your match given that you are facing Raynin and she is very dangerous. I don’t want you to be disappointed when you are pinned.

Sam brings her hand up to the bridge of her nose, rubbing against a headache that seems to be starting from the comments of her sister.

Sam Marlowe: : I am going to get some water to drink. Can I get you anything?

Cyn shakes her head in the negative and Sam forces a smile before she leaves. With a pat on the shoulder of Cyn, Sam heads down the hall, disappearing around a corner as Cyn frowns and clenches her fists. From the side a sympathetic Veronica Taylor appears.

Veronica Taylor: : Girl I have no idea how you put up with Sam like if I had such an ungrateful sister, I don't know what I would do. Like all you try to do is to help her and she whines about it. Like, what she did to my brithday cake was bad, but what she has done to you your whole life? Yeah, that is just disgusting she clearly does not know what is good for her.

Cyn watches the hall where Sam disappeared but a slow smile begins to cross her face.

Cyn Marlowe: : You have no idea…

The pair stands there watching down the hall as the scene fades back to ringside.





GRUDGE MATCH
Ben Jordan vs Travis Nathaniel Andrews




The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control were we see SCW’s resident metalhead Jessie Salco warming up backstage whilst the classic Sepultura song “Refuse/Resist” is playing through a nearby CD player.

Simone: Weird, Jessie isn’t in action tonight and she wasn’t working out the last time she didn’t have a match.

Adams: You have to wonder if this has anything to do with Celeste North’s match against Mercedes Vargas later on tonight.

The song continues and Jessie is so into the workout that she doesn’t notice Christian entering the room, after a couple of attempts to get her attention to co-owner sighs in annoyance before hitting the pause button on the CD player and she looks up.

Jessie: What the hell? That song was just getting good! This had better…..

Christian: Nice to see you too Jess.

Jessie looks up and finally spots Christian standing there with his arms crossed.

Jessie: Oh hey Christian, didn’t see you there.

Christian: Obviously, now we both know that you aren’t in action tonight.

Jessie: Well yeah, I was hoping to bounce back from my loss in last week’s tournament match but I can wait another week.

Christian: Maybe you will, but you won’t be going down to ringside during Celeste’s match tonight.

Christian adds and Jessie gives him a confused look.

Jessie: Say again?

Christian: I am banning you from ringside for Celeste’s match and yes, that extends to the post-match celebration.

Jessie: And what makes you think that I’d be interested in her match?

Christian: Really?

Christian asks sarcastically.

Christian: That woman stalked you for two weeks, not to mention she followed you to your wedding, and has been a pain in your backside ever since, and then there’s the fact that you attacked her already.

Jessie: That was after the match had finished! You told me not to interfere and I didn’t!

Christian: True but that was to keep your position in the tournament, this is to keep me from suspending you! I know you want revenge against Celeste but you’ll have to find another way.

Christian adds before leaving and Jessie sighs in annoyance.

Jessie: Okay, I guess it’s on to plan b.

Jessie adds as the scene fades.




Justin: The match is scheduled for one fall and is the second round of the Going For Gold Tournament, introducing first…

“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: 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 waits for opponent.

Justin: And her opponent… from Austin, Texas, 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.

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.

She jumps onto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle, and lifts her fist in the air. She brings her hand down and salutes the crowd before she hops down into the ring and goes to another turnbuckle climbs it and throws her fist in the air, then brings it down in a salute. She jumps down into the ring and leans back on the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to start.

Sam and Raynin stare each other down for a moment, as the ref turns and indicates for the bell to be rung....

DING DING DING

...which it does as Raynin comes charging in for a cheeky clothesline but Sam is ready for her and grabs Raynin between the legs and tries for a quick pin, but only gets two. Raynin tries to get to her feet, but Sam grabs Raynin and brings her down again and flings herself on top and tries for another pin but again Raynin kicks out at one.

Adams: Wow Sam is eager to get to the next round.

Simone: Definitely, nothing makes a statement by beating a former world champion.

Sam quickly gets to her feet, however, before Raynin can react, Sam rolls Raynin into a small package pin for another one count, but Raynin kicks out once again, as they both quickly get to the feet with Raynin using the ropes. As she turns Sam hits a arm drag take down and locks in an arm bar, which keep Raynin down for a moment.

Adams: Third pin already, but Sam isn’t giving up and Raynin is battling to stay in this.

Raynin soon struggles to her feet, as she tries to get out of the armbar, however, has to resort to hair pulling, but let’s go before hitting a high to the side of Sam’s head, which staggers her before grabbing her legs and taking her down.

Simone: Raynin getting a little desperate here.

Raynin then moves in, but Sam pushes Raynin away with her feet and Sam quickly gets to her feet, as Raynin charges in, Sam ducks and as Raynin comes back, Sam hits another arm drag, which she follows up by bouncing off the ropes and hits a shining wizard.

Adams: What a brutal shining wizard.

Sam then goes for the fourth cover of the night, but once again Raynin kicks out. Sam shakes her head, as she quickly gets to her feet, where she stomps on Raynin a few times, before turning and leaping onto the ropes and goes for a springboard moonsault, but Raynin gets her knees up and Sam comes crashing down on the them.

Simone: Another pin but Raynin is having not of it and kicks out.

Adams: Very well scouted by Raynin there. Sam is going to hurt after that.

Sam lays on the mat holding her torso, trying to catch her breath, as Raynin rolls over and crawls to the ropes and unsteadily gets to her feet, where she turns and heads over to Sam and picks her up by the hair before hitting a short arm clothesline, however, before Sam can recover, Raynin again picks her up and this time wraps her up in an abdominal stretch.

Simone: Raynin is now back in this match and is aiming to slow Sam down.

Adams: Also she is capitalising on her torso.

Stretching Sam, Raynin also delivers a few shots to the exposed midsection of Sam’s, as Raynin demands Sam to tap but she shakes her head and Raynin cranks back a little more, as Sam screams out, as she tries to wriggle free but with very little luck and instead uses her elbow and smashes it against Raynin’s knee and leg a few times, which makes Raynin release the hold, however, before Sam can advance further, Raynin grabs Sam by the hair and throws her to the mat.

Adams: Great escape by Sam, but Raynin is again one step ahead.

Raynin goes for her own cover.

1…

Sam kicks out with ease, as Raynin shakes her head, before grabbing Sam and picking her up by the hair and pushes her up against the ropes and screams into Sam’s face.

Simone: Raynin knows she has to work hell of a lot harder here.

Raynin: WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU HAVE A F**KING CHANCE AGAINST ME!!

The ref counts and Raynin backs away holding her hands up, as Sam brushes her hair from her face and explodes away from the ropes and hits a spear on Raynin, before staying mounted on Raynin and unleashing a barrage of lefts and rights to the face of Raynin, before climbing off her and getting her to feet, where she grabs Raynin by the hair and hits her with a implant DDT.

Adams: What a spear from nowhere!

Simone: Sam really wants this and you can tell, as she is back on Raynin with those punches and that DDT.

Sam keeps hold of Raynin’s neck and proceeds to tie Raynin up in the Sammi Wrap (Guillotine Choke Hold), however, before Sam can lock it in fully, Raynin swings her legs and shuffles herself around and manages to get her feet on the ropes breaking the hold.

Adams: SAMMI WRAP!

Simone: Even though Raynin is still loopy from the DDT, she has just showed great ring awareness.

The ref then forces Sam to break the hold, which she does and she backs away giving Raynin only a moment of rest and recovery, as she quickly pounces back onto Raynin and grabs her by the hair and pulls her to feet, where she pushes her into the turnbuckle and hits a few chops to the chest, much to the delight of the fans, before whipping Raynin into the turnbuckles on the other side of the ring, which Sam follows up with a splash.

Adams: Woo!

Simone: *shaking her head* Sam is back on Raynin and follows up the chops with a splash in the corner.

Raynin then crumples to the mat. With Raynin down, Sam backs up and races forward before hitting a bronco buster onto Raynin much to the delight of the male fans and Jason Adams. Sam rolls backwards away from Raynin before jumping to her feet and grabbing the ropes and hits a corner dropkick to the chest of Raynin.

Adams: Woo my favourite move!

Simone: You and a million other men… get your mind out of the gutter and call this match.

Adams: Sorry.

Once again Sam rolls away and back to her feet, as she grabs Raynin once more and pulls her to her feet, where Sam whips Raynin into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Raynin ducks and bounces off the ropes, as Sam tries again with another attempt and gets a annoyed look on her face and as Raynin comes back, Sam hits a standing dropkick, which sends Raynin down.

Simone: Raynin tries to get back into this, but it’s sadly not to be.

Adams: But nice standing dropkick from Sam.

Sam slowly makes her way back to her feet, and as she picks Raynin up and Sam hits an elbow to the side of Raynin’s head, which stumbles Raynin into the ropes and as Raynin stumbles backwards, Sam grabs Raynin and sets up and hits the Samwich Press (Killswitch), before making the pin.

Adams: Samwich Press!

Simone: Sam has done it! She advances to the next round.

Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall and advancing to the next round is… SAMANTHA MARLOWE!!

Adams: What an upset!

Simone: Indeed, Raynin’s dream of becoming a world champion again is over.

The ref raises Sam’s hand in the air as her music hits over the pa.




We can see Goth walk backstage as he is looking around for Mark Ward’s office before entering it. The camera follows him as we see Mark putting down his phone.

HS: Couldn’t you make an appointment Goth? I’m busy you know.

Goth looks at Mark with a cold look in his eyes as he shakes his head.

Goth: This will take only a few moments Mark, you see I have a problem that I want to take care off at the final Super Card.

HS: And that is???

Goth: Wyatt Peterson, I want to take this clown out

HS: But what about Drake???

Goth: I’ll take care of that one later tonight as I will give my answer for everyone out there to hear. But I want Wyatt, but before that happens. I want you to ban his ass from the arena where I’m at. I can’t turn around and have him attack me every opportunity that this Hill Billy idiot has.

HS: Didn’t you…,

Goth: Last week, he almost… ALMOST got me injured that I could not move for five days. Thankfully I wasn’t booked this week. But that’s because of him!! I want him out of my way until December 2 Dismember. I don’t need cowards to attack me at any given moment that they feel like it!!!

Simone: What the ??

Mark starts to rub his chin and smiles.

HS: You got it Goth, I will make sure that he won’t be anywhere near you during your matches or vice versa. Or else he will be thrown into jail.

Goth starts to grin as he nods his head.

Goth: Good, justice finally prevails.

With that Goth walks off out of the office of Mark.

Simone: I can’t believe this.




Bursting with excitement, Sam Marlowe moves down the hall towards the Bombshell locker room where she is met by Pussy Willow who gives her a big hug, all appearance of professionalism out the window.

Pussy Willow: Congrats Sam, looking at you killing all the giants in the Bombshell division one by one, first Amy Marshall then Raynin. It will be interesting to see who you are facing in the next round.

Sam can’t help but smile at that comment.

Sam Marlowe: : The next round…I love the sound of that. It means that I am one step closer to a shot at Mikah’s Bombshell championship.

Pussy Willow: That is so true! And from the looks of it, this is going to be the toughest challenge for you yet. All the bombshells in this round are some of best competitors in this company.

Sam Marlowe: : I know it and facing them has me thinking hard about how I am going to handle each and every one. Then I remind myself that I beat Amy Marshall to make it into round two and then earlier I beat Raynin to move on in this tournament. Both are big confidence builders so all I can say is I can’t wait for round three!

With that, Sam gives Pussy another hug then moves towards the Bombshells locker room. As she reaches the door, Ben Jordan stands outside.

Ben: Hello darling.

Sam stops and smiles at Ben.

Sam Marlowe: Hi Ben!

Ben: I just saw your match, talk about brilliant. I mean you just whacked a former multi time, multi level champion, just like. That was the dogs. Top class.

A confused look crosses Sam's face as she looks at Ben.

Sam Marlowe: Thanks, I think.

Ben: Trust me, all praising words there. Anyway, wanted to congratulate ya. One more match and you get to co main event a supercard! It's gonna be blinding!

Sam looks at Ben, who grins back at her.

Ben: I've been here like ages and only had like no main events ever, so we should celebrate you being one step closer. Lose the drag... erm sister and come find me, I'll be knocking about here for a bit.

Sam's eyes light up at she nods at Ben. She turns to walk in the dressing room as Ben walks past Pussy Willow, giving Ben an approving smile.

Ben: What? I'm a friendly geezer.

The scene fades




The cameras cut to the backstage area as Ms. Rocky Mountains is standing beside Candy Overton. Candy is dressed in all black with a very sour look on her face.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Is everything alright Ca....

Before Rocky could finish the question, Candy places her right index finger over her lips.

Candy Overton: That is enough blabbering out of you. As for that ridiculous question you were just about to ask me, let me give you an answer.

Candy grabs Rocky by her shirt collar and pulls her in close.

Candy Overton: How do you think I feel? I was robbed of my one chance to prove to everyone that I'm not a fucking joke.

Rocky coughs a little while trying to get Candy to loosen her grip.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I can't breat...

Candy's eyes widen a bit while looking almost possessed.

Candy Overton: I didn't lose my tournament match. I was never made to submit or got pinned. So tell me Rocky, how am I still left out? Tell me Rocky, how does someone get any kind of respect around here? Do I need to shove my nose so far up Mikah's ass? Huh? Do I need to sing Alexis Edwards' praises? Tell me Rocky, what is it I got to fucking do to get ahead in this damn place?

Rocky's eyes start to fill with tears as Candy lets go of her.

Candy Overton: Gawh, you are no help. Maybe I should ask someone who can actually give me answers.

Candy storms off as Rocky is breathing in and out very heavily while dropping to both knees. The cameras pan toward Candy leaving as they cut away.




Simone: It’s time for Celeste North’s second official match in an SCW ring and she has a massive uphill battle ahead of her as she is taking on Mercedes Vargas.

Adams: Christian has already banned Jessie Salco from ringside so she won’t have that to worry about, whether or not she can earn her first win is another matter.

Simone: Let’s take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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. 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.

Justin: Introducing first, from Beverly Hills, California, Celeste North!

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.

Justin: And her opponent!

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

Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 127 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for the bell to ring.

Simone: This should be a great match.

Adams: Especially with Jessie Salco banned from ringside!

Jacob calls the two Bombshells to the centre of the ring for usual explanation of the rules but, naturally, Celeste isn’t having any of it and tries to jump Mercedes whilst her back is turned, fortunately for Mercedes she sees it coming and ducks under the attack as Jacob calls for the bell and Mercedes goes for the Black Rose Overdrive!

DING DING DING

Simone: And the match is underway!

Adams: Not for long if Mercedes hits the Black Rose Overdrive!

Fortunately for Celeste she is able to fight out of Mercedes’s finishing move and the two women start brawling in the middle of the ring with neither Bombshell having a clear advantage over the other, eventually the brawling takes them near the ropes with Celeste’s back to the ropes and Mercedes backs up on Jacob’s command.

Simone: Mercedes had better watch herself, Celeste already tried to jump her from behind once.

Adams: Did you say “jump” or “hump”? I wasn’t paying attention.

Simone: I’m not even going to answer that question.

Belinda says with an audible face palm as Mercedes tries to follow up her attack with a clothesline in an attempt to take Celeste to the outside, however Celeste sees it coming uses Mercedes’ momentum to back-drop her to the outside of the ring were she lands with a hard thud! Celeste tries to follow her to the outside but Jacob keeps her at bay.

Simone: Jacob’s doing a fine job out there!

Adams: Yeah but it’s not like Celeste is going to listen to him!

Sure enough as soon as Jacob’s back is turned Celeste rolls out of the ring on the left side and waits for her opportunity to strike, as soon as Mercedes nears the turnbuckle Celeste charges with a roar as she tries to hit a dropkick through the gap between the bottom turnbuckle and the ring apron…..but Celeste’s roar alerted Mercedes to the attack and she gets out of the way.

Simone: Celeste’s inexperience was on full display there!

Adams: And against a veteran like Mercedes that’s never a good sign.

Once Celeste is on her feet Mercedes drives her back first into the turnbuckle with a Spear before rolling her into the ring and following her in just in time for Jacob to reach the count of seven, Mercedes then goes for the first cover of the match 1….2….and Celeste kicks out at the count of two! Mercedes knows there’s no point in arguing with Jacob over a slow count so she instead sits Celeste up and locks in a chin lock whilst driving her knee into Celeste’s back.

Simone: A lot of pressure being applied to Celeste’s back here and she has nowhere to go.

Adams: Not like a simple move like this will end the match!

Jacob gets into position and asks Celeste whether or not she wants to quit, Celeste adamantly refuses to tap out to the hold however and Mercedes tries to crank up the pressure on the hold! Unfortunately for Mercedes her face gets to close to Celeste’s head allowing her to head-butt her way out of the hold!

Simone: That’s one way of breaking the hold.

Adams: It’s effective, I’ll give her that!

Both bombshells get to their feet with Celeste favouring her back and Mercedes favouring her face for obvious reasons but despite the fact that she’s in more paid than Mercedes Celeste gets to her feet first and kicks Mercedes in the stomach before hitting her with a Snap Suplex and floating over for her first cover of the match 1…2….and Mercedes kicks out.

Simone: Another near fall, this time for Celeste.

Adams: This match has been going on for a while though so something has to break!

Unlike Mercedes Celeste does argue with Jacob over a slow count and he’s having none of it, however she doesn’t stop arguing with him about it until she’s spun around by Mercedes who hits her with a Backbreaker before going for a cover of her own 1…..2…..and Celeste kicks out of the pin attempt, Mercedes tries to pick her up for a follow up attack only for Celeste to counter it with a jawbreaker.

Simone: Celeste’s inexperience was on display again and it almost cost her.

Adams: But she might be able to turn things around with that Jawbreaker!

Celeste gets back to her feet whilst Mercedes recovers from the Jawbreaker and Celeste takes advantage of the fact that Mercedes’ back is turned to her by hitting her with a trio of German Suplexes and holding on for the pin on the last Suplex 1….2…..and Mercedes kicks out! Celeste argues with Jacob again whilst Mercedes recovers.

Simone: You’d think she’d have learned from her mistakes the first time around.

Adams: Yeah but it’s not like the Nobodies are known for their experience…..or smarts.

Jacob refuses to take any of Celeste’s crap and tells her to continue the match but Celeste isn’t listening, this backfires for her as Mercedes is able to sneak up behind her and hook her up for the Black Rose Overdrive.

Simone: And it looks like that her inexperience will cost her the match!

However Celeste fights out of it and spins Mercedes around before hitting her with a punch, an uppercut and polishing it off with a bulldog!

Adams: Or not!

Simone: She just hit the Homicidal!

Celeste hooks the leg 1….2….3!!!!

Justin: Here is your winner Celeste North!

Simone: Celeste wins her first official match in SCW!

Adams: And Jessie can’t be happy about that!

Celeste celebrates her win whilst Mercedes glares at her.




Standing backstage in front of the SCW banner, 'Stoner' Scott Oliver receives his visual cue and immediately turns to his left where the camera pans back, revealing Marshall Owens and the SCW Internet Champion Sean Jackson. Dressed in an expensive suit, the Mental Rapist has the championship draped over his shoulder.

Oliver: Mr. Jackson, it is nice to see you back on SCW programming. After your threat of never appearing back on this show until you got Lord Raab in the ring...

The condescending tone in Stoner's voice is unmistakable. He is enjoying himself at Sean's expense.

Oliver: I am surprised that you went back on your word and are...

Sean thrusts his hand towards the throat of Stoner, but Marshall is able to step in, preventing him from grabbing the backstage reporter's neck. At that same time, Marshall retorts.

Owens: First of all Scott Oliver, it is never a good idea to poke a hornet's nest. You are standing there, relishing in the idea of tormenting my client, when he is exactly one second away from snatching the life right out of you.

For the first time, Stoner can interpret the look on Sean Jackson's face, and it isn't a pretty sight. What seemed to be a good idea at the time, now seemed like the worst mistake of his life. Swallowing hard, Stoner's entire demeanor changes.

Oliver: My apologies Sean.

However, it is far from apology accepted as Marshall continues.

Owens: You need to apologize Stoner, you need to apologize for a lot of things. You need to apologize for contaminating the gene pool, for stealing air from those more deserving, for standing next to us in a cheap outfit from Goodwill.

With Sean Jackson standing so close, Stoner doesn't dare say otherwise.

Owens: And most importantly, you need to apologize for making us waste time. For making us spend more than three seconds on a lost cause like you, when we could be dropping knowledge on the Sin City roster.

Stoner just stands there, not saying a word.

Owens: And believe me, the roster will definitely want to hear what we have to say tonight.

Now Stoner's attention is captured. One thing he knows about Marshall Owens and Sean Jackson, when they build something up, it isn't to be taken lightly.

Owens: Isn't that right champ?

The Internet Champion nods his head, still staring daggers into Stoner.

Owens: Now granted, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood have gone out of their way to disappoint my client. They have even gone out of their way to make a mockery out of his simple demands. Well tonight, the Internet Champion fights back. Tonight the Internet Champion makes Sin City Wrestling and all those associated with it, regret the moment that my client didn't get what he wanted...

The daggers are replaced with that million dollar smile on the face of the Mental Rapist.

Owens: That being Lord Raab.

While speaking, the sound of total confidence is coming from the attorney's mouth. He even has that look of knowing something that everyone else doesn't, and in a way, he does.

Owens: It was easy Mr. Ward, easier than you could possibly imagine. Had you fed Raab to my client as requested, all of this could have been avoided. You could have had the company you always wanted, a company devoid of Drake Green and anyone associated with him.

Now Marshall's voice gets a bit more animated, he is raising it to match the intensity that is being felt.

Owens: But no, you had to throw my client away like he was garbage, in favor of a fake monster who would never be capable of beating Drake.

Pointing with his thumb towards his client.

Owens: Especially if he joined Drake and Team ACW.

Stoner's eyes go wide, he almost chokes on the air sucked into his own lungs. The backstage reporter can't believe what he had just heard. With that, Marshall turns towards his client.

Owens: Sean, the floor is yours.

Stepping forward, still sporting that million dollar smile, the Internet Champion unloads with both barrels.

Jackson: Drake, you and I have had our differences. I'm not going to lie, for the longest time I didn't like anything about you. I hated your guts for what happened in Bad Ass Championship Wrestling, but I have quickly learned that this sport is all about opportunities...

Stoner still can't believe his ears. Had he not been standing there, listening and watching, he wouldn't have believed it.

Jackson: That sometimes to achieve a common goal, alliances have to be forged from unlikely places. Well Drake, if I can't get my hands on Lord Raab by standing with Mark Ward...

It was really happening, Stoner had finally found himself in the right place and at the right time. Nothing would ever be bigger than Sean Jackson joining with Drake Green and company.

Jackson: Then I will get my hands on him by joining you.

Now Stoner is beside himself. He too is sporting a huge smile on his face, thinking to himself that no one will ever get a scoop bigger than this.

Jackson: The enemy of my enemy is my friend Drake, and with me on your side, you can't lose. Now then...

Like flipping a light switch, Sean turns his attention towards his Main Event opponent, Kris Halc.

Jackson: On to you Kris. Back in the day, you were the Internet Champion. Back in the day, you were the man who got to sport this championship. But that was then, and this is now. Where you couldn't get the job done against Despayre, I drew up the blueprint and performed it to absolute perfection. What I'm trying to say Halc, is do yourself a favor and don't even step into the ring tonight.

The smile disappears, his eyes become cold, soulless.

Jackson: I promised that I would destroy any man placed in front of me until I got Raab, and I meant it. I have a knee locked and loaded Kris, and much like the Kennedy Assasination on today's date, fifty-two years ago, the back of your skull will also be blown out.

Grabbing the mic, the Internet Champion forces Stoner's arm closer, which pulls the backstage reporter dangerously close to the Mental Rapist.

Jackson: Mark Ward and Christian Underwood are playing with your life, playing with your career. They think I am joking, and now I have to prove that I am what I say I am, and that's a man of my word. Your blood will be on their hands, your broken body will be laid out in their ring, and the nightmares of every person in this theatre will be played out in front of their eyes, just as it happened in Paris.

With that, Sean shoves Stoner's hand away, almost causing the backstage reporter to lose his balance again. As the Internet Champion walks away, Marshall has one parting shot of his own.

Owens: If you ever come at my client like that again, I'll make sure the next bombshell we drop goes to one of the trollips. Do I make myself clear?

Stoner nods.

Owens: Good.

Marshall follows suit and he too walks off camera, leaving Stoner on his own.

Oliver: ( to the camera man ) Please tell me I wasn't imagining things? Please tell me he offered to join Drake Green?

The camera moves up and down.

Oliver: Please tell me you got that?

Again, the camera moves up and down.

Oliver: YES!!!!!

Fin.




The cameras cut to the backstage area as Travis Nathaniel Andrews is standing beside Pussy Willow.

Pussy WIllow: Travis, last week, you had a chance to finally add gold to your resume here in SCW. However, Goth had other plans. What are your thoughts on how Goth retained his championship?

Travis looks at Pussy while keeping his sunglasses on his face.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Are you serious right now? Instead of asking me what my thoughts are on that pathetic excuse for a champion. Why don't you ask me about my response?

Pussy seems taken aback by the abrasive attitude shown by Travis.

Pussy WIllow: Goth did retain the Roulette championship in a match that heavily favored you. Why aren't you flying off the handle?

Travis places the palm of his hand against his forehead while looking at Pussy through his sunglasses.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: A wise man once told me, raising your anger won't get you anywhere in this business. Last week, proved my point all along that Goth needs violence in order to retain that belt. He knew if that match went on any longer that his historic championship reign would cease to exist. Not only that, I proved to him that I am the superior athlete. Anyone can bash someone's brain in with a steel chair but it takes true skill in order to toss a blind man around like a damn rag doll.

Pussy WIllow: Travis, if I may shift gears for a bit, why did you cost Ben Jordan his match against Brother Grimm?

The tone of how Pussy asked the question causes Travis to finally remove his sunglasses.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: I don't appreciate your tone of voice Pussy. I didn't cost Ben Jordan anything. Ben Jordan cost himself that match by turning his attention towards me. Did you not see him trying to provoke me? This guy calls himself a smart man. I believe he woke up stupid therefore he did a stupid thing.

Pussy WIllow: But you did attack him

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: What a sweet sound it was when his skull bounced off the ring post. I never knew his head was so hallow. Then again, he is running around a bunch of from a dead wrestling company. Ben Jordan brought all of this on himself. Instead of having the balls to challenge face to face. He challenged me once my back was turned and already heading out of the door. Did he really expect me not to answer in the way that I did?

Pussy WIllow: You seem awfully proud of yourself

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Why wouldn't I be proud of myself? I'm the reason Ben Jordan is finally relevant again. I am the reason his career is out of the gutter. I'm also going to be the reason Ben Jordan is back on the unemployment line. Ben doesn't have to like anything that I do but he will have to DEAL WITH IT.

Pussy is about to say one more word but Travis places his index finger over her lips.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Interview over

He gives a smirk while walking off camera.




Man in the Box from Alice In Chains hits as the current Roulette champion walks out to the arena smiling as he walks out with his walking stick in his hand and his wife holding the title across her shoulders. The fans boo the couple as Goth stops at the entrance way and stares out to the crowd and spits down the ramp way, only to irritate them even more.

Goth: Well isn’t this nice?? I guess the whole town walked out to this dump and see the SCW superstars perform.

The boos grow even louder as Goth shrugs his shoulders and looks at his wife, who grins at him and winks.

Goth: I am sure that you were disappointed to have heard that the top SCW champion once again not performing because of whatever excuse he can come up with.

The crowd start to use an asshole chant on Goth, causing him to take a step back and close his eyes as he gloats from the chant from the fans as if he is being admired by them.

Goth: Oh I am sorry, I didn’t realize that we have a Drake Green fan club here at this dump. I mean, if I only have known then I would have gone out there and get me a I am a Drake Green idiot t shirt and throw it in the audience. But…,

Goth is being cut off with even more boos from one half of the arena as the other half start to do a Drake Green chant.

Goth: Isn’t it ironic that someone that likes to perform every now and then gets the crowd all worked up over him being the top dog?? The same guy that has a bunch of losers in his ACW pack of wolves at this moment in Casey and the Idiots for Hire. And the guy is apparently so worked up last week over something I said a few weeks ago that I wonder. That I wonder why is he so worked up if I am doing nothing more than telling lies and excuses??

The crowd start to do a you are an asshole chant directed to the Roulette champion

Goth: I know, I was amazed of how pathetic he has become. You see, the only thing I said was that if he is a soldier for all of you and your saviour. Then why?? Why would you do nothing more than talk and no action?? Oh let’s not forget his heroic victory over Steve Ramone who I respect by the way for putting his body on the line every time that he enters the arena. And also the fact that he thinks that I am hiding behind my title and afraid to go ahead and face him in a one on one confrontation to take away his belt.

He grins as he shakes his head in disbelief.

Goth: Why would it be so hard for him to understand that only the greats can accomplish something grand?? The true legends of the wrestling ring can do what none of you all can do. I am only weeks… count them people… WEEKS!! Away from obtaining the record as being the longest reigning Roulette champion. And Drake can’t take the fact that I am successful week in and week out… with the exception of one week or so that I don’t have to wrestle… like in a dump like this.

Goth: And before you start all over again with chants that makes me blush all over again, I want you to understand that I will indeed accept the little desperate challenge from Drake to face him in a title vs. title match at December 2 Dismember. Only to walk out as the first ever three time Roulette and three time World heavyweight champion in this company. Only because I do want to remind you all that who was it that took away Drake’s second World title away from him??? Remember the third of November 2013 Drake?? Who ended your reign as champion?? Who beat you to become a two time champion HIMSELF!! Why would you try to hide yourself by delusional thoughts that I would never dare to accept your challenge out of worries I won’t be able to break the record???

The crowd suddenly becomes a little bit more silent over the realization that Goth indeed beat Drake Green for the title.

Goth: But I’m sure that with all these years that has past and that you have earned a few more lousy bucks and a few more movie roles. You have become better and indeed like I told you… congratulating you for beating Raab. That I indeed respected that as the only other man that took a title away from him. But tell me Drake, do you really want to relive history once more?? To lose that coveted title against me one more time?? To have me walk away with six title reigns with these two titles?? Tell me Drake, has it eaten you up all those years that you never could what I did to you?? It has come full circle all over again has it not?? Well you are on… not only will I put Wyatt Peterson in his place… I will beat you as well and walk out victorious not once, but twice at the same night. Because greatness is what these fans need and greatness is what I will deliver at December 2 Dismember…

With that Goth bursts out in laughter as he walks off with his wife as the fans boo the two as we go to the next match.




Justin: The following contest is a singles match and scheduled for one fall, introducing first....

"I pledge alliegence, to the flag, of The Fearless One Steve Ramone."

"I want what's coming to me."
"So what's coming to you?"
"The world chico, and everything in it"

Following that quote the opening riff to "I Want The World.....and Everything In It" by Battle Beast hits the speakers as the lights dim and the crowd boos as "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone comes out first air guitaring to the song before he is joined by Andreas and Cyrus.

Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Andreas Bergfalk and Cyrus King, from Queens, New York, weighing in at two hundred pounds, he is The Fearless One, he is Steve Ramone!

The three men ignore the fans at ringside whilst they walk down to the ringside as Steve sings along to the lyrics before they reach the ringside area where Cyrus and Andreas enter the ring first followed by Steve, they pose for the crowd before they turn to the ramp in anticipation for Steve's opponent.

Justin: And his opponent....

The tiger roars, and then Soldiers by Otherwise plays and Jeremiah comes out and looks around at the fans.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Washington D.C., standing 6' 6" tall, and weighs in at 245 lbs, I give you "Big Tiger" JEREMIAH HARDIN!!!

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.

DING DING DING!

As Drew calls for the bell, Hardin and Ramone meet in the middle of the ring, locking up. Hardin uses his strength and size advantage to push Ramone to the canvas, but Ramone quickly springs to his feet and charges at Hardin. Ramone jumps in the air, making up the height difference and nails Hardin with a shot to the head, sending him rocking backwards and against the ropes. Ramone steps in and plants a hard shot towards Hardin's head and takes him by the wrist. He whips Hardin in to the ropes and quickly moves towards the middle of the ring. As Hardin returns, Ramone jumps in the air and catches him with a high leg clothesline, catching Hardin on the jaw and knocking him to the canvas.

Adams: If Steve wants to have any success here, he's gotta use that speed advantage.

Ramone stomps on Hardin, before pulling him back to his feet and catching him with a short, sharp jab to the jaw, causing Hardin to turn his back on Ramone. Ramone moves behind Hardin and pulls his head down in to a reverse DDT and drops the bigger man on to his back. Ramone moves to his feet with his back towards Hardin and jumps around, jumping in the air and connecting with a one hundred and eighty degree spinning leg drop, catching Hardin on the chest. Ramone scrambles over Hardin, hooking the leg and Drew drops down to make the count.

1..
2....

Hardin forces Ramone off of him

Simone: Powerful kick out from Jeremiah.

Ramone gets to his feet first, stomping on Hardin, but Hardin pulls himself back to his feet, catching Ramone with a hard fist to the stomach. Ramone doubles over and Hardin nails him with a punch to the side of his head, forcing Ramone to stumble away and towards the ropes. Hardin pulls him in to the middle of the ring and sets him up in a pump handle position before lifting him up and over with a pumphandle in to a powerslam, crushing Ramone on the canvas. Hardin gets up to cheers as he pulls Ramone to his feet and whips him in to the corner. Ramone hits the turnbuckle hard and leans on the top rope as Hardin moves in close. Hardin puts his hand on Ramone's chest and lifts his arm in the air. Hardin starts to slam heavy elbows on the top of Ramone's head, rapidly nailing elbow after elbow!

Simone: Rapid fire elbows from Hardin.

Adams: He keeps that up, Ramone is gonna be a few inches shorter after this match.

Hardin pulls Ramone out of the corner and spins him around, reaching forward and hooking his arms up before lifting him over and planting him with a tiger suplex. He keeps Ramone's shoulders pinned to the canvas and Drew drops down to make the count.

1..
2....

Ramone wiggles free.

Simone: Hardin using a surprise factor there by keeping Ramone's shoulders down instead of releasing.

Hardin gets to his feet first as Ramone gets to his knees. Hardin moves in but Ramone sweeps his legs away with an arm, sending Hardin on to his back. Ramone quickly gets to his feet and lifts his leg in the air and plants his boot behind Hardin's knee. He lifts his leg back again and plants another boot behind Hardin's knee, before grasping his foot and flipping over, stretching out Hardin's leg.

Adams: I hate to say this but Ramone is playing this smart against the bigger man. I now need a shower for saying that.

Ramone stands up and bounces off the ropes before charging back and jumping in the air and landing with a running senton splash, his back connecting with Hardin's chest. Ramone lays on Hardin, his back to him, arrogantly attempting a pin put Hardin pushes him off before Drew can drop down and make the count. Ramone gets to his feet and leans back against the ropes, waiting for Hardin to return to his feet. As Hardin gets to his knees, Ramone charges at him and blasts him in the head with a shining wizard, knocking Hardin on to his back. Ramone pulls Hardin to his feet and moves towards the corner, dragging his bigger opponent with him. He pulls himself on to the second rope and locks Hardin in a front face lock before jumping off the turnbuckle and planting Hardin to the mat with a tornado DDT. He rolls Hardin on to his back and goes for the cover with Drew Patton dropping down to make the count.

1..
2....

Hardin throws a shoulder up!

Simone: Just the two count for Ramone.

Adams: And now he's looking frustrated.

Ramone pounds the canvas and gets back to his feet, looking at Hardin as he rolls to his knees. He crouches down and waits as Hardin returns to his feet, his back towards Steve.

Simone: Steve could be looking for the Fearless Shot!

Steve attempts the superkick.

Simone: Fearless Shot!

Adams: No!

Hardin catches Ramone's foot. Steve turns to get his balance, but Hardin nails him with a huge clothesline!

Adams: A lucky fan nearly got a souvineer.... Steve Ramones head.

Hardin quickly pulls Ramone to his feet and hooks him up for a suplex. He lifts Ramone in the air and holds him there, delaying the inevitable impact. Ramone stays still and Hardin eventually drops him backwards with a delayed suplex! Hardin quickly gets to his feet and pulls Ramone with him, lifting him over his shoulder, turning a scoop slam in to a powerslam position, and charges before planting Ramone with a running powerslam! Hardin quickly hooks Ramone's leg and goes for the cover. Drew drops down to make the count.

1..
2....

Ramone kicks out at the last second!

Simone: Ramone was just inches away for tasting defeat there.

Hardin pulls Ramone to his feet, tossing him against the ropes, as Ramone come back, Hardin lifts him in the air with a flapjack, stepping out of the way for Ramone to come crashing down with a thud to the canvas. Ramone pulls himself to his feet and Hardin charges at him, swinging around with a huge discus clothesline, drilling Ramone on the jaw and knocking him down to the canvas.

Adams: Hardin is on fire here.

Ramone pulls himself in to the corner and up to his feet, as the crowd cheer on Hardin. Hardin charges towards Ramone, looking for a splash, but Ramone sidesteps and Hardin charges chest first in to the turnbuckle. Ramone quickly jumps on the middle rope, facing the crowd, and uses it as a springboard, he spins around in the air and nails Hardin with an enziguri!

Simone: A spinning springboard enziguri!

Adams: Congratulations Steve Ramone, that's the first time I've seen that in an SCW ring.

The fans gasp as Ramone gets to his feet, a cocky smile on his face as Hardin lays face first on the canvas, not moving. Ramone looks towards the top rope and pushes Hardin on to his back. Ramone looks to the top rope again and moves towards it, pulling himself up and looking down at the fallen Hardin. He smirks at the crowd before jumping off the top rope, spinning in the air and nailing a perfect corkscrew three sixty splash!

Simone: What Fear?

Steve Ramone hooks the leg and Drew drops down to make the count.

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2....
3!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match.... STEVE RAMONE!

Simone: What a victory for Steve Ramone, he took down a bigger man and pushed himself right up the ranks of SCW.

Adams: You know what the worst part is about Steve Ramone winning?

Simone: What's that?

Adams: We're never ever ever ever gonna hear the end of it.




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. 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 crowd as the lights return to normal. The music continues for a second as she struts along to it, walking toward the ropes where she shouts out demandingly at Justin Decent. He reluctantly gives her a microphone as she walks to the centre of the ring and the music fades out. She taps the microphone as she looks around at the crowd who doesn't seem like they give a damn about her being inside of the ring.

Celeste: Is this fucking thing on?

She pauses as a small reaction is given, enough for her to realize it is, in fact, on. She looks over to the announcers table, where Jason and Belinda are both on their phones, seeming disinterested.

Celeste: Are we on commercial break right now? I mean, isn't that when the announce team of Harry Dunne and Queen Latifah are supposed to be fucking around on their phones?

Simone: What exactly is that supposed to mean?

Adams: Dumb and Dumber jokes always win!

Celeste: I am NOT Tim Staggs, and I am not going to sit here and be ignored. I will NOT...

The opening chords to "Imperium" by Machine Head are heard over the speakers and the lights dim, as the song picks up in speed strobe lightning flashes accross the arena to the beat of the drums until....

"HEAR ME NOW!!!!!"

The first lyrics are screamed by Rob Flynn as the lights come back on and the song kicks into high gear and Jessie steps out from the backstage area with a microphone in her hand, she remains at the top of the ramp glaring at her one-time stalker.

Jessie: You know, for someone who says that she isn’t Tim Staggs, you don’t know when to shut up like him!

Jessie says and Celeste glares at her.

Jessie: Did you really think I’d be done with you after High Stakes V? Hell no! We may have been dragged into Tim’s feud with Steve but that doesn’t mean that it’s the end of it.

Celeste: Yeah, so? I know you want another match with me so come out with it!

Celeste demands and Jessie smirks broadly.

Jessie: I was getting to that, you see the Mixed Tag Team Cage Match may have been brutal but I want our rubber match to be even more brutal than that and there’s only one match that I can think off that fits that description.

Jessie pauses for a second and Celeste goes to make a smart-ass remark.

Jessie: TAPEI DEATH MATCH!

Whatever Celeste’s remark was it never leaves her mouth as she just stares at Jessie in shock whilst the crowd is going nuts.

Simone: Oh my god, the last time we had a match like that the loser lost because they passed out from blood loss!

Adams: Celeste would have to be insane to agree to that!

Celeste takes a moment to consider the challenge before putting the mic to her lips.

Celeste: Let me get this straight, you want to face me one last time in a match were our fists will be taped and with glass glued to our fists?

Celeste asks and Jessie nods without hesitation.

Jessie: Not only that but I don’t want it next week or the week after, I want this match to happen at December 2 Dismember III!

Simone: Wow!

Adams: If Celeste agrees to the match then we’ll have a huge match on the cards for the next Supercard!

Celeste lowers her head for a second.

Celeste: That’s what you want? You realize how much of a bloodbath this will be, right?

Celeste asks and Jessie nods in response.

Celeste: YOUR ON!

The crowd goes nuts again as Jessie smirks in response before they start yelling some trash talk at each other.

Simone: Well there you have it! The infamous Taipei Death Match is returning to SCW!

Adams: Good thing that the Supercard’s taking place in Canada because they will both get free health care after this match!




The cameras cut backstage, or somewhere in the arena, where we are zoomed in on a list...

Simone: What is that? Some kind of list?

Adams: It looks that way, I'm trying to make out the names...

The cameras close up a bit more, trying to get a better look at the list...

Simone: Ugh, I see a few I can make out... Lord Raab, Joshua Acquin, Steve Ramone...

Adams: What the hell is this list even? Some kind of tournament? Championship chase? I'm confused...

We hear a voice off camera, a most recognizable one, but a bit darker than the voice that comes to mind, confusing us a bit more... the voice speaks.

Off Camera Voice: Adam Stone... Amanda Cortez... Big Tiger, not once but three times... Casey Williams... Clint Outlaw... Dark Tiger, just as many times as his buddy... Despayre... Drexel Matheson...Eric Staggs...Gabriel Asar... Hydro... Joshua Acquin... J2H... JT Midas... Lord Raab... Mercedes Vargas... Mikah... Narly... Necra Octavian Kane... Radical... Steve Ramone... and of course, Wallace Jordan

The cameras zoom back out, and standing right next to the list is who we had an idea of, Andrew Watts. Dressed in a pair of black leather boots, a pair of Diesel blue jeans and a black zip-up hoodie with the hood up, something we aren't use to seeing from Watts who tends to show off his good lucks. Watts facial hair a bit longer than usual, and the look in his eyes... well, we can't even really see it. Watts nods his head, as he continues talking... it's obvious now that he was the off camera voice.

Andrew Watts: Those are the names of everyone who stepped into an SCW ring with me and fell victim. It's quite the list considering I only spent about seven or eight months before being suspended a couple of months ago, pointlessly suspended...

Watts shakes his head, as he pulls a Zippo lighter out from his hoodie pocket...

Andrew Watts: One year ago today I made my debut in an SCW arena, going head to head with the oh so hyped up Hydro... and destroying him like the over-hyped piece of garbage trash that he was.

Watts flips open the lighter and the flame appears, as he holds it up, staring straight at it.

Andrew Watts: One year ago today I began a wrath, a wrath that changed the SCW history. I defeated opponent after opponent, singles competition, tag team competition, backstage, ringside attacks, and of course destroying everyone who stepped in my way in the Blast from the Past tournament... many called me the fastest rising superstar in SCW history, but to me? It was just the usual of what happens when I sign a contract somewhere... the roster becomes terrorized, one by one...

Watts places the lighter to the list on the wall, the bottom right corner of the list begins to burn, slowly burning the list as Watts continues to talk...

Andrew Watts: But as I mentioned at High Stakes, and as I mentioned last week... what I did to everyone on this burning list was just the beginning. SCW tried giving me opponent after opponent, challenge after challenge, and when no one could stop me, what did they do? They found a bullshit excuse to suspend me, and did so...

Watts reaches into his other pocket as he pulls out a can of something... similar looking to lighter fluid, oh boy...

Andrew Watts: But what SCW did was light an even bigger fire, fueled me even more, made me more determined than I ever was, and ever have been. So now... I return the favor SCW. I told you that the wrath has only just begun, and well... you fueled a fire under me, so...

Watts begins to spray the lighter fluid all over the burning paper as it begins to shoot the flames higher and higher. Watts begins walking, spraying everything in sight with lighter fluid, the liquid butane spraying all over nearby tables in the backstage area and leaving a trail on the ground behind him. Some of the fire from the burning list begins to drip down onto the light fluid, catching a few other things ablaze as well...

Andrew Watts: So SCW... I can only thank you for lighting the fire under me, by light a nice big one... for you...

Watts whips out the Zippo lighter, flicking it open and lighting the flame, he drops it and BAM! The backstage corridor begins to burst to flames as backstage workers instantly run towards the area with fire extinguishers and others run from the area. Watts stands there, staring, smirking and laughing sadistically...

Andrew Watts: This is just the beginning of what I am going to do to SCW and everyone in it... for now, the fire continues to burn... oh SCW, you're on fire. Happy One Year Anniversary Baby!

Watts turns his back to the flames as the backstage workers tend to them and Watts begins to walk, walking out of the frame as we see the damage that Watts has left behind... something we have never seen in SCW before, not in the arena backstage, not like this. This was just... wow!





SCW WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPIONSHIP
Mikah © vs Challenger to be determined next week




The people of Costa Rica are still going crazy since this entire night they have got a glimpse of the great action the bombshell division can bring on a nightly basis. The next contest would provide more memorable moments for these people to talk about on Monday night. The cameras pan right up to the ring as Justin Decent is standing inside of it holding a microphone.

Justin Decent: The following 2nd round Triple Threat contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…..

All of a sudden "Superstar" by Lupe fiasco starts playing all over the sound system. Two lights are pointed at the entrance way. Crystal Emerges through the curtains and is greeted by multiple pyros that start shooting off one by one.

Justin Decent: from Los Angeles, California by way of Detroit, Michigan, she is the self-proclaimed “Rose Goddess” please welcome Crystal Hilton

The crowd roars at her with a loud ovation of cheers and she slowly makes her way out walking down the aisle. Crystal cracks a grin as her photographers line up to take a picture of her. She finally makes it to the ring and places one foot on the apron and stretches the other one on the apron as well. She does a split to enter the ring and she finally makes it to her feet. She smiles bouncing around a bit as she awaits her opponent to come out..

Adams: This is making me very excited.

Simone: Just keep your hands on top of the table

Adams: Crystal looks to redeem herself from failing to win the championship last week.

Simone: This is the way to do it.

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. 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.

Justin Decent: and introducing her opponents first from Phoenix, Arizona, she is the current Bombshell Internet Champion, representing The Nobodies please welcome 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 looks over at Crystal while keeping one eye peeled toward the stage.

Adams: Alexis continues to look better and better each week.

Simone: Jason, are you aware she could snap your spine?

Adams: Yes, I am aware but I can still admire her beauty from afar.

Belinda shakes her head as, the lights turn pink, red and purple as "Evil Angel" by: Breaking Benjamin plays. Melanie Gabrielle walks out with her sword in hand.

Justin Decent: and the final participant in this match, from Copenhagen, Denmark, she is the current Bombshell Roulette Champion, representing the Angel Clan, please welcome….Melanie Gabrielle.

She raises it up into the air and lets out a battle cry. Melanie walks down the ramp as the crowd cheers loudly for her. As she gets into the ring, the lights turn off and a spot light is on her. She jumps into the ring and walks into the center. Melanie takes her crown off her head and tosses into the air. She catches it as the lights turn to normal.

Adams: This is going to be tough one folks. Three hot babes fighting it out to see who will advance. Oh how I wish I could ref this match.

Simone: I am glad you don’t have a referee’s license.

As Holly Wood is checking the girls for any hidden objects, “Worth It” blares through the speakers as Candy Overton steps out onto the stage. A very loud mixed reaction greets her as she gives off a little smirk. Both Jason and Belinda are rummaging through their notes while scratching their heads.

Simone: Why is Candy out here? Wasn’t she eliminated?

Adams: Oh man, this just got extremely interesting.

Candy walks down the ramp as all three ladies are surprised to see her coming out to the ring. However Candy is dressed to compete as she is wearing some nice designer jeans with boots. She walks around the ring as Holly Wood continues with her duties. Candy continues to walk around the ring as she makes her way towards the commentary table.

Adams: I guess we are going to have special guest.

Simone: Why are you out here Candy?

Candy ignores both Belinda and Jason while glancing back at the competitors in the ring. She especially catches the eye of Melanie as Holly signals for the bell. Candy picks up her headset and places it on her head while taking a seat next to Jason.

Adams: Welcome to the land of commentary Candy.

Candy Overton: I am going to say this just once Jason. Don’t talk to me alright.

Ding ding ding

Once the bell sounds, Crystal moves her eyes side to side before jumping out of her corner. She immediately goes on the attack as she catches Alexis off guard with a quick hook to the jaw. Alexis stumbles into the ropes as Crystal continues to land hard rights and lefts into the body of Alexis. She is desperately trying to cover up while trying to withstand this all out assault from Crystal. Melanie enters the picture by connecting with a stinger splash into both ladies. Melanie walks backwards a bit while hooking Crystal around the belly before throwing over her head. Crystal lands hard as Melanie quickly gets back up to her feet.

Adams: What a suplex from Melanie? That nearly shot Crystal out of her shoes.

Candy Overton: Blah, blah, blah

As Melanie turns to face Alexis, she gets met with a hard clothesline which turns Melanie inside out. Alexis is still grabbing at her jaw as she begins to stomp the living daylights out of Crystal. After a few stomps, Alexis mounts Crystal and repeatedly drives her right hand into the forehead of Crystal. Roars of boos flood the theater as Alexis doesn’t seem to be phased by it. As she is punching Crystal in the face, Melanie catches Alexis in the side of her head with the tip of her knee.

Simone: These ladies are willing to do whatever it takes to get a shot at Mikah.

Candy Overton: Oh give me a fucking break already. We all know that I should still be in this tournament.

Simone: Candy, you were eliminated.

Candy leans forward a bit while shooting a death glare towards Belinda. Meanwhile Melanie follows up the knee strike to Alexis head with a running senton dropping all of her weight across her sternum. She quickly goes for the first pin attempt of the match.

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Before Holly could strike the canvas for a two count, Crystal smashes Melanie in the face with two fists. The initial contact was good enough for Holly to stop the count. Crystal, then, picks Melanie off the canvas by her hair before tossing her halfway across the ring. Melanie lands face first as Crystal follows it up with a quick one legged dropkick knocking Melanie on her back. Crystal immediately jumps on top of Melanie as Holly slides into position.

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Alexis manages to break up the pin attempt by dropping a knee across the back of Crystal’s head. She rolls through the attack and pops back up onto her feet. Crystal rolls off of Melanie while grabbing the back of her head.

Candy Overton: Why is Crystal even in this match? She already had her shot.

Simone: We could ask you the same thing Candy.

Candy Overton: I’m out here because I’ve been pushed around far too many times.

Alexis has a large smirk on her face as she motions for both of her opponents to stand up. Melanie is the first to stir as Alexis is waiting to deck her with a strong right hand. She loads the right hand up but Melanie strikes instantly with a dropkick which sends Alexis through the ropes and down to the floor. Melanie is still feeling the affects from her face getting drilled into the canvas. Melanie sees Alexis on the arena floor as she motions for the crowd to get loud again. They do start to roar again as Melanie bounces up and down before taking off for the ring ropes. She bounces off them and charges toward Alexis.

She is getting up to her feet when Melanie flies through the middle rope while driving Alexis back first into the barricade. The crowd goes crazy as Melanie is back up to her feet. Crystal has finally made it back up to her feet as Melanie picks Alexis up off the floor. Crystal is holding the back of her head but she jumps over the ring ropes. She lands on the ring apron as Mel and Lexi duck a little. She points at her head while chuckling underneath her breath.

Adams: We already seeing an angel in flight. Are we going to see a rose pedal fly as well?

Simone: This crowd has finally awaken from their slumber.

Candy Overton: It sounds more like them rioting.

Crystal springs up to the top rope before connecting with a perfect moonsault onto both ladies. “This is awesome” chants break out among the crowd as Crystal is the first one up to her feet. She high fives a few fans in the front row before grabbing Melanie by her tights and flinging her into the ring. Crystal turns to pick Alexis up but get caught with a quick back kick to her gut. Alexis picks Crystal up onto her shoulder and looks to drive her face first into the steel ring post. Somehow Crystal squirms her way out of the clutches of Alexis and lands behind her. Alexis notices Crystal has dropped down and looks to knock her head off. However Crystal ducks the clothesline and catches Alexis with a wicked roundhouse kick to her temple.

Adams: Flashing lights, I don’t think Alexis is going to be factor in this match.

Candy Overton: Was she ever a factor?

Alexis falls to the floor as Crystal quickly hops up onto the ring apron as Melanie is trying to get back up. Crystal springs off the top rope and crashes her forearm down on top of Melanie’s head. The crowd has stopped cheering as Crystal goes for a quick cover.

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Melanie kicks out as Crystal goes for another pin attempt.

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Melanie kicks out again as Crystal starts to pound on the canvas while looking at Holly.

Adams: Don’t get frustrated Crystal

Candy Overton: Oh please, wake me when this boring shit is over with

Crystal examines Melanie as she bounces off the ring ropes. She starts off with a handspring but before she can land on top of Melanie. She brings her knees up which nearly drives the wind out of Crystal.

Adams: What a great counter

Crystal is holding her midsection as Melanie slowly makes it back up to her feet. She notices Crystal in the perfect as she steps through the ropes and smacks the top turnbuckle. She climbs up to the top as she is waiting for a few seconds. She goes to stand up but Crystal kicks the rope which causes Mel to fall crotch first on the top turnbuckle. Mel is rocking back and forth as Crystal gingerly climbs up to the top as well. Crystal is standing on the second turnbuckle as she throws a right at Melanie. The right rocks her a little before Mel retaliates with a right of her own. Both ladies continue to exchange rights until Melanie gets the better end of the deal. Crystal is rocky as Mel slams her head down before flipping over her while slamming Crystal on the back of her head.

Simone: Oh my god. Did you see the back of Crystal’s head bounce off the canvas?

Adams: I didn’t know Melanie had that in her arsenal.

Melanie hooks one of Crystal’s leg while grapevining the other while waiting for Holly to get into position. Alexis is back up to her feet and notices the pin attempt. She slides half of her body under the bottom rope but slithers back out while waving the match off. She starts walking up the ramp as Holly drops into position.

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Ding ding ding

Justin Decent: Here is your winner….Melanie Gabrielle.

“Evil Angel” strikes up as Melanie is slowly getting back up to her feet. Candy shakes her head while throwing her headset down onto the table. She picks up the microphone lying in front of her and brings it up to her lips.

Candy Overton: Cut the damn music

The song quickly cuts off as Melanie snaps her head down toward Candy Overton.

Candy Overton: Melanie Gabrielle, you have just made the list. Consider yourself warned.

“Worth It” strikes up as Candy places the microphone down as she walks around the ring toward the ramp. Melanie seems confused as Candy has that sly smirk on her face.

Adams: What in the hell was Candy talking about?

Simone: Beats the hell out of me. All I know is, she seems to have her sights on Melanie.




Following Alexis’ match, the cameras switch backstage where we find the first lady of the Nobodies heading through the halls. She’s not showing much emotion as she walks down the hall, with the Bombshell Internet championship draped over the back of her shoulder. As she is about to disappear into one of the dressing rooms, SCW Head reporter, Pussy Willow rushes up to her, a shocked and curious look on her face.

PW: Alexis! What was that out there?!

Alexis stares at her as if she doesn’t know what she’s talking about, but she’s also annoyed at Pussy Willow’s sudden interest for an interview.

Lex: I’m not interested in talking to you right now, Blondie McBigTits. So piss off.

Pussy Willow rolls her eyes at the latest insult thrown her way, but she doesn’t leave. She stands her ground, still demanding answers.

PW: Are you serious? You pull something like that out there and you’re not even going to explain why?!

Lex: Look, I don’t owe you or anyone else an explanation! I didn’t win the match and that is all that matters. It’s not like you or anyone else gives a shit anyway.

PW: Were you afraid to advance to the finals next week? Were you afraid to possibly win it all and go on to face Mikah? Why can’t you just tell us what we already know

Alexis laughs for a moment before she takes a threatening step towards Pussy Willow.

Lex: You think you already know? You don’t know shit, bitch! So why don’t you turn your plastic ridden self around and get the hell out of my face. I’m not talking to you or anyone else right now so just leave.

PW: I’m not leaving until—

Lex: I SAID GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!! What I do is none of your damn business and that’s all you need to know! BYE BITCH!

Instead of making Pussy Willow leave, Alexis spins around and disappears into a dressing room, slamming the door in Pussy Willow’s face. Pussy Willow stands there for a moment, shocked, before she shakes her head and walks down the hall, still with no explanation from Alexis.




The camera cuts to the backstage area, where Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen leaving his office. Ms Rocky Mountains appears in front of him.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Hi boss. Can I have a quick word?

HS: If it's about a pay rise, speak to Christian. If it's about working conditions, again, speak to Christian, if it's about anything that has ever exsisted at any point in time, speak to Christian cause I don't care.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: It's about what Sean Jackson said earlier about joining up with Drake Green to get a shot at Lord Raab.

HS: Say what?

Hot Stuff lowers his eyebrows with confusion.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: He said if you and Christian continue to deny him his shot at Raab, he will join up with Drake Green and ACW to get a shot at Raab.

A soft growl comes from Hot Stuff's mouth.

HS: Son of a... He wants to join up with a guy that couldn't be bothered to show up for his fans while holding my title belt. A pair of tag team champions that constantly gets their arses kicked, and a giant who got hit in the nuts and embarrassed by a midget earlier? Is he out of his damn mind.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Will you give him a shot at Raab to stop this?

HS: To stop this, I'm gonna destroy ACW.

Hot Stuff looks in to the camera.

HS: SCW stars, it's time for you to step up and join me to rid SCW of this cancer, of this pointless little group. I'm calling you all to protect your home from these worthless pieces of shit. Next week, we stand united against these people. Take them out, attack them anywhere, chuck them off high buildings, I don't care, it's time to rid SCW of these people once and for all.

Hot Stuff turns away, storming off down the hallway as the camera fades.




Ben Jordan stands in the backstage area, a beer in one hand, as he looks at a nearby monitor, watching the action. Pussy Willow walks towards him and Ben turns his attention to her.

Ben: Alright darling.

Pussy WIllow: Hi Ben, Nice to see you again. What brings you here?

Ben: Wasn't meant to be here but thought I'd show up and watch a friend in action, then go and hang out with the lovely jubbley people of Costa Rica. How ya doing people?

A cheer is heard in the background and Ben smiles.

Pussy Willow: While you're here, can I ask you a few questions?

Ben shrugs his shoulder and smiles.

Ben: Yeah, why not?

Pussy WIllow: First off, last week you tasted your first defeat in a long time.

Ben: Yeah, been a few years, think the last person to beat me one on one was me ol' mucker Drake back in the ACW days, so it's been a decent run.

Pussy WIllow: It must have been a shock.

Ben: Shocked the people a lot, I took me eye off the ball and landed on me arse, me own fault really. I coulda done better but all credit to Grimm for taking advantage of the open goal after Travis put him through one on one.

Pussy Willow looks confused at the answer.

Ben: Don't worry, the English amongst us will get that one.

Pussy WIllow: Right. You mentioned ACW, and you've been very quiet on the whole ACW Vs SCW thing that's going on, why haven't you chose a side?

Ben: It's a complicated thing sweets. You see, ACW gave me a chance to be who I am, gave me a chance to get me ugly mug on the box and really learn to do what I do. It gave me the chance to become a champion, where as in SCW, not had a chance to become a champion. On the SCW side of the argument, Christian saved me a few months ago from being a fat boy, sitting on me arse at home watching late night rubbish TV with someone trying to sell me that bullet juicer thing. He grabbed me by the lug holes.... that's me ears people, and lifted me up when I was at a low point. I don't think I can really pick a side.

Pussy WIllow: You've made it clear in recent weeks that your contract is up with SCW at the end of the tour, is there any update on that?

Ben looks slightly uneasy at the question.

Ben: There's a contract on the table, but I got a lot to think about. I owe SCW thanks for saving me arse, but I got a lot to think over. Been on and off here for a couple of years, since the take over so got a lot to think about. I'm the first to admit, I've never lived up to my ACW success in this gaff, regardless of winning constantly, so will be having a think about it and will let people know when I figure is all out.

Pussy WIllow: Travis Nathaniel Andrews had a few more words for you earlier, care to respond?

Ben: The geezer just loves the sound of his own voice lately. I ain't surprised he responded the way he did about December 2 Dismember III. I mean a simple "Yes Ben, I'll happily get me arse kicked by you again" woulda been better but bouncing me nut off a ring post sends the same message. It's simple really, he has to hit out like that cause he was the kid in school with no friends, he don't like the fact I'm more popular then him without even trying to be. The fact is he's tried to irk me to throw me off me game and it ain't working. I only plan on losing once this year and now that's out of the way, there won't be another loss at December 2 Dismember. I got this one easy.

From off of the camera, Despayre jumps on to the scene.

Ben: Hello Despy.

Without warning, Despayre wraps his arms around a surprised Ben and hugs him for a few seconds, before letting him go.

Despayre: To fight injustice with teddy bear hugs! Look out world! The Mad Hugger strikes again!

Despayre quickly turns and runs off and out of the camera shot, leaving both Ben and Pussy Willow looking surprised.

Pussy WIllow: That was unexpected.

Ben: You can say that again!

The scene fades as Ben and Pussy look in the direction that Despayre ran off to.




Roxi is seen in a seperate locker room, getting ready for her match. She finishes putting on her special made boots in a outfit far different from her original, wearing a tank top with shorts instead of pants as she goes to the mirror and sighs.

Keira is seen in a one piece Silver Outfit she picked out as she puts her hair back in a ponytail. She sighs a bit, knowing what's about to happen. She takes a breath and stands, walking out, knowing her match is next

Simone: It's the match everyone has wanted to see and it's up next!

Adams: I'm so excited I could dance on the table!




Justin Decent:Ladies and gentleman our next match is a semi-finals match for the Going For the Gold tournament!

Crowd:: POP!

Like a Phoenix begins to slowly play as the lights go out. Two lights from the stage is seen showing Keira's shadow, raising her arms.

Justin Decent:Introducing first..weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds..from Miami, Florida..She is one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions Team Hero…KEIRA FISHER!!

The lights come back on as Keira turns and walks down the ring. She slaps a few fans hands as she slides in. She raises her hand and shouts out, "Like a HERO, BABY!" as she waits for her opponent…her wife…to enter.

Simone: I have to wonder how Keira is feeling right now. They knew this match was coming, but now we’re just moments away from seeing Roxi and Keira face one another.

Adams: I think the popcorn salesman has been very busy these last few minutes.

The opening keyboard notes of “The Touch” begin on the PA system. Stan Bush’s voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song. The cameras pan around the arena, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as he moves through the swarm of fans.

Justin Decent:And introducing her opponent…Her wife and tag team partner…weighing in at one hundred thirty two pounds..From Miami, Florida…She is the other half of the Bombshell Team Team Champions Team Hero…ROXI JOHNSON!!

The fans continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero “flying” motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the arena floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up on the apron and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers. She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring, and begins jumping up and down in an exercising manner as the music cuts out.

Simone: The look on both their faces says it all, Jason. This isn’t easy for either of them.

Adams: I don’t think it’s easy for the fans either, but they’re still anticipating a great match!

Roxi and Keira both stand across the ring from one another, waiting for the bell to ring. Jasmine St. John stands between both women and as the crowd quiets down a little she finally calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

After the bell rings, Roxi and Keira stare at one another and slowly start circling around the ring, neither one willing to make the first move. Everyone in attendance is on their feet, cheering loudly for this much anticipated match, but it seems both women aren’t quite ready to get things started. Not until the crowd starts chanting, that is.

Crowd:: Let’s go Roxi! Let’s go Keira! Let’s go Roxi! Let’s go Keira!

Simone: One of them has to do something. The sooner they get this started, the quicker they can get it over with.

Adams: I can’t see either of them making the first move…

Jasmine St. John keeps a slight distance between the two, staring at them almost impatiently. Eventually Roxi says something to Keira, nodding her head and the crowd starts cheering loudly once again. Roxi brings up both fists, encouraging Keira to do the same but Keira still looks hesitant. As the crowd continues to cheer, however, Keira begins to lighten up a little as she and Roxi circle one another again, taking slow steps towards each other. They finally lock up, but it’s hardly a powerful lockup and neither one seems to be fighting harder than the other to gain control. Keira easily backs Roxi against the ropes, with their arms still locked up and Jasmine has to intervene.

Simone: I really don’t think this is what anyone was expecting, Jason. This has to be the slowest start I’ve ever seen to any match.

Adams: True, but I still don’t have a good feeling about this, Belinda!

Jasmine doesn’t even have to start her count as Keira quickly backs away, holding her hands up. Roxi keeps her eyes glued on her wife, as does Keira and as soon as Roxi steps away from the ropes, the two approach each other again. Roxi holds up her right hand, once again encouraging her wife do the same with her left. Keira slowly raises her left arm, eventually grasping Roxi’s hand and the two go to do the same with their other hands. However, before Keira’s hand gets up, Roxi twists Keira’s left arm and wrist down into an armbar, almost catching Keira off guard!

Adams: One point for Roxi!

Simone: This isn’t a battle for points, Jason!

Roxi doesn’t apply much pressure to Keira’s wrist, but it’s enough to distract Keira for the moment. Keira tries to twist her arm out of it, but only causes herself more pain and she has to think quickly. In one swift move, she flips forward, grabbing Roxi’s hands and flipping her wife over on to her back! She goes for a quick pin attempt and Jasmine drops down!

1...

2-Roxi quickly gets her shoulder up! Keira gets back to her feet as Roxi sits up, staring at her wife and tag team partner, nodding in approval. Keira holds her hand down to Roxi, offering to help her back to her feet. She has a sincere look on her face so Roxi believes her.

Adams: Wife or not, I wouldn’t trust her!

Simone: What? You really think Keira would—

Keira proves to have good intentions but it is Roxi who turns the tables on Keira, grasping Keira’s hand tightly and yanking her down to the canvas! Keira quickly rolls forward into a somersault and when she does this, Roxi takes advantage with a quick roll-up pin attempt!

1…

2..Keira kicks out, but she quickly reverses it into a roll up of her own and before Jasmine drops down for the count this time, Keira smacks Roxis ass for good measure!

Adams: Bad Roxi! Bad!

Simone: Well…I don’t think any of us were expecting to see that.

Adams: Yeah, they usually keep that for behind closed doors.

Jasmine finally drops down for the count.

1..Roxi quickly kicks out! Keira backs away and Roxi gets back to her feet, staring towards her wife, who has a grin on her face. Roxi looks at her and says “Really?” but Keira just shrugs with an innocent smile and Roxi shakes her head.

Simone: Roxi had to know Keira would be capable of that. Why does she seem surprised?

Adams: Maybe she’s not? Maybe she liked it!!

Having had her fun, Keira looks at Roxi more serious. She’s holding both fists up urging her to turn this into a real fight and Roxi brings arms up, ready for a fight. They start circling one another again, taking turns throwing gentle jabs at one another but each one backing away before they hit the other, until Keira shocks Roxi and everyone in attendance when she throws a gentle left jab immediately followed by a more powerful hard right shot, catching Roxi in the jaw! Roxi’s head snaps to the right and she holds it there for a moment, still in shock!

Adams: Keira hit her! She actually hit Roxi!

Simone: Someone had to throw the first punch, Jason! Why does that surprise you?

Adams: Because Keira was the one to do it!

Keira has a bit of a regretful look on her face, but she knows it had to be done. Roxi slowly brings her head back to face her wife, but she is not at all shocked, or angry, but that hit. Keira goes to say something to Roxi but Roxi fires back with a shot of her own and the crowd is absolutely loving it! Things start to pick up as they start exchanging blows until finally, Roxi blocks the last shot and takes Keira by the arm, whipping her across the ring!

Adams: This is more like it! Too bad I don’t know who to root for…

Simone: We’re supposed to be unbiased, Jason.

Adams: I know, but…It’s Team Hero!

When Keira rebounds back, Roxi swings her arm and goes for a clothesline, but Keira bridges back in a matrix-like move! When Roxi spins back around, Keira is in a hand stand position, wraps her feet around Roxi’s neck and then whips her across the ring using just her feet!

Crowd:: This is awesome! This is awesome!

Simone: What an incredible move by Keira! What a display of flexibility!

Adams: I wonder if—

Simone: Don’t, Jason. Just don’t.

Keira gets back to her feet, and quickly darts over to one of the corner turnbuckles. She jumps up to the top rope, looking down at her wife, who is just getting to her knees. She leaps at Roxi just as Roxi is getting back to her feet, but Roxi sees her, and she ducks the move! Keira lands on her feet, but her right leg buckles and she falls forward, immediately holding her knee! Jasmine St. John rushes over to check on her and when Roxi spins around, seeing her wife in pain, she’s immediately concerned!

Simone: Oh no…I think Keira landed awkwardly on her leg, Jason! She seems to be in a lot of pain.

Adams: Roxi will take care of her!

More concerned for her wife at the moment, Roxi kneels down next to Keira, checking to see if she is okay. It’s all a ruse, however, and she quickly finds out when Keira grabs her, and pulls her down into a tight roll up pin attempt!

1…

2…

3-NO! Roxi kicks out just before the three count!

Adams: Oooh…pretending to be hurt to trick her wife! Tricky, tricky!

Simone: Or very smart in this case.

Both Roxi and Keira get back to their feet. Keira looks almost apologetic that she had to resort to such a trick, but Roxi just applauds her. The two lock up again, this time each of them putting up more of a fight for control over the other. Roxi eventually overpowers Keira with one powerful shove! Keira crashes to the canvas, her head snapping back a little. This gives Roxi the advantage, which she takes! She leaps at one set of ropes, rebounding back in a springboard moonsault, but Keira gets her knees up and Roxi crashes against them instead!

Simone: And ANOTHER smart move by Keira!

Adams: Dare I say Keira may just win this one.

Simone: Either of these women could win, Jason. They know each other better than anyone!

Keira crawls over to Roxi, rolling her on to her back. Just as she is about to go for the pin attempt, Roxi gets her feet up and kicks her wife away! Even after the effects of crashing against Keira’s knees, Roxi does a kip up, getting back to her feet! She rushes towards Keira, crabbing her by the head and attempting to slam her head first into the turnbuckle. Keira gets her leg up to the second turnbuckle, blocking the move, before she gets an elbow back, connecting to the side of Roxi’s head!

Adams: I wonder who is going to play nurse tonight…

Simone: I really don’t care to know, Jason.

Keira turns around and grabs Roxi by the wrist, grasping it tightly. She climbs up to the second turnbuckle, then attempting to go for the top, but Roxi fights back! She pulls back with as much force as she can, stopping Keira from going any farther until she takes Keira’s arm with both of her hands, and flips her off of the turnbuckle on to her back! Roxi jumps up to the top turnbuckle and wastes no time. She leaps off, delivering a diving elbow to her wife then hooking her leg for the pin!

1…

2…

3..NO! Keira gets her shoulder up just before the three count!

Roxi seems shocked that Keira was able to kick out but Jasmine insists it was just a two count. Roxi pins Keira’s shoulders to the mat again and again Jasmine drops for the count!

1…

2..Keira kicks out!

Simone: Keira won’t give up that easily, I’m afraid. I think she may want to win this a little more than Roxi does.

Adams: But she has to beat her wife, Belinda…HER WIFE!

Simone: We know, Jason. WE KNOW!

Roxi pulls Keira back to her feet, backing her against the ropes. She whips her across the ring then leans forward, going for the back body drop, but Keira leaps over her, spins around and hits her with a quick DDT before she drops down and hooks Roxi’s leg!

1…

2…

2 ½…Roxi gets her shoulder up!

Adams: I think I’ve lost count with how many pin attempts these two have had against one another. Only one I remember was when Keira smacked Roxi’s ass.

Simone: Of course that would be the only one you remember, Jason.

Keira drags Roxi back to her feet and Roxi catches her with an uppercut to the jaw! Keira stumbles back and Roxi attempts to clothesline her over the top rope, but Keira ducks it, lifting Roxi up and over the top rope! Keira thinks Roxi went crashing to the floor on the outside but Roxi landed on the ring apron! Keira takes a few moments to regain her strength as Roxi looks at her, but then looks towards the nearest corner turnbuckle!

Simone: Keira doesn’t know Roxi landed on the ring apron!

Adams: And now I think Roxi wants to fly!

The crowd goes wild as Roxi leaps up to the top turnbuckle, staring right down at Keira! Keira spins around just as Roxi leaps off the top rope hitting her with the Ray of Hope!

Simone: Ray of Hope off the top rope!

Adams: Hey…that rhymed!

Simone: Oh who cares! She hit he wife with the Ray of Hope!

Keira collapses to the canvas and Roxi immediately drops down and hooks her leg! Jasmine drops down for the count!

1!

2!

3!!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin Decent:Ladies and gentleman your winner and advancing to the final round…ROXI JOHNSON!!!

Simone: She did it! Roxi defeated her own wife and she’s moving on to the finals next week!!

Adams: Keira put up one hell of a fight, though! I thought she had Roxi for a while there!

Jasmine raises Roxi’s hand in victory as her music hits, but Roxi looks down to Keira, who is just starting to stir. She’s holding her head, finally realizing what happened as she sits up, staring up at Roxi. She’s almost disappointed, but Roxi holds her hand out for her wife and helps her back to her feet before wrapping her arms around Keira in an embrace and then raising Keira’s hand as the crowd cheers for them both!

Simone: What a match from these two, Jason. It wasn’t easy for either of them, but they did what they had to do.

Adams: Yeah! And they didn’t murder each other in the process like everyone was hoping! Take that haters!




In the home of Kimberly Evans in Calgary Alberta, Canada the cameras are set for an interview with the former A.S.W. Women's Champion. The camera pans around the lovely home that she once shared with Bruce but is now the owner of after court battles. As the camera shows all the luxuries and fancy items in the home it finally stops to focus only on Kimberly who is sitting on a red love seat with her legs on the ottoman in front of it. She has a huge smile on her face as she rubs her now large belly. She is wearing light pink pajama bottoms, a white shirt, and pink slippers with her hair curled down. The camera zooms in on her as she begins to speak while still rubbing her belly and looking down at it.

Kimberly Evans: Well, it's been a while and I must admit I never imagined I'd ever miss someone or something so much in my life...

She pauses and looks around the living room....

Kimberly Evans: Of all the things that have happened in my life, especially this year along... I have to say that it's been both a blessing and a curse of a year for me. I mean first there's Bruce who cheated on me, he chated on me with a man at that. Then there's..... My beautiful baby who the doctors are saying could be born earlier than expected...

She pauses again to smile and continue to rub her belly as the camera zooms in on her belly then back on her.

Kimberly Evans: So I guess I can't complain. Because you see with all the crap that I had to deal with this year, there's something good coming from it. After winning the Arizona State Wrestling Women's title and then losing it, being chetaed on by the man I was arried to for over twenty years, having to leave the wrestling business....After all of that I still smile because I know that this baby will make my life complete. Now the thing that really sucks about all of this is Bruce denying being the father of my unborn child. Let me tell you this Bruce, you low life, cheating, decieving, rat bastard. Once our baby is born I promise you I'll have your ass in paternity court so fast you won't know what hit you. So have all the damn fun you want to right now, you and that queen you call a boyfriend. But in due time your ass is gonna have to pay for your responsibilities, and I promise you your life will never be the same again!

She lifts her shirt to show her bare skin and the big bump in her stomach which is of course much larger than the last time she appeared on screen. She kisses her fingers and then touches her belly.

Kimberly Evans: As far as my career goes, I've got some answers for all my fans that have been asking the questions of facebook, on twitter, all over my social media accounts. After I have my beautiful baby boy I have decided I am going to hit the gym and get into the best shape of my life. Then, and only then when I feel I am ready and able, will I make my return to the ring. You see, although I signed with Sin City Wrestling last year, I've never gotten to compete in that ring yet, and right now that Bombshell division is the hottest it's ever been in my opinion. So in two thousand sixteen, right here and right now I am saying that I will be back. I will be back to prove to each and every women in that locker room that I am the best of the best. To prove that I deserve to be at the top of this business and that I am not a fluke or a push over. In two thousand and sixteen, Sin City Wrestling and the Bombshell division show why we are the most dominate female division in the business today!

Kimberly rubs her hands together and then runs her hand through her hair as the camera pans around to show the flat screen television on the wall in front of the couches. On the television is footage from a Climax Control months ago where Bruce tried to attack her.

Kimberly Evans: Oh and Brucie, Stacy says hi....

Just before the camera is about to fade out, a lovely red head in a long pink see through night gown walks down the stairs and into the living room. She walks over to Kimberly, looks at the camera directly and takes a seat next to Kimberly. She and Kimberly passionately look into each other's eyes for a few seconds, and then.... A long lip locking session as the scene fades...





TITLE vs TITLE
Drake Green - SCW World Champion vs Goth - SCW Roulette Champion




The scene opens with Casey Williams standing in the ring, about to discuss an issue he has with J2H.

Casey: J2H, I used to respect you, and saw the talent you have, and you abused our friendship, and I am sick of it. I want to associated with those who respect me, not treat me like garbage. I am calling you out for a match at the next super card, you dumb son of a bitch.

Why don't you just shut the fuck up?

Casey stops talking and looks towards the screen to see J2H sitting in front of a fireplace in a tall brown leather chair. The lights are low but the glow of the fire lights up his face. The fans boo as Casey looks towards J2H's serious face.

J2H: Seriously Casey, just be quiet because those people don't believe anything you're saying anymore, I don't believe what you're saying cause last week, you lost all credibility by just opening that mouth and letting the words fall out.

He pauses for a second as he smirks down the camera.

J2H: Sorry I wasn't there last week to respond to you personal, but I'm not sorry I'm not there tonight, cause that place is just not worth my time, but I'm gonna respond to everything now.

He clears his throat.

J2H: Now let me respond to the burning questions first, then I'll talk about you Casey, because let's be honest, when it comes to brains, you were clearly at the back of the line when they was handing those things out. You were too stupid to even pick up on my connections with Austin Parker. I mean come on, do you think he just happened to be passing and thought he'd help me out? Don't be stupid. Remember when I couldn't wrestle and all you people decided to mock me? This is the reason I got so much better.

The camera angle widens up to see Austin Parker standing there to the right of J2H.

Adams: Is he trying to say Austin Parker trained him?

Simone: I think so!

J2H: This is the man that took a rough diamond and turned him in to a polished stone, but you were too stupid to see that, wasn't ya Casey? This man did more for me in one appearence than you did in your entire time you was by my side.

J2H looks up at a silent Austin before turning back to the camera.

J2H: You're done protecting my ass? At least you won a damn match when you was...

J2H air quotes

J2H: "Protecting my ass". How many ya won since?

Simone: That was low.

J2H: At least you had your shot at fame, but no, you decided to hide in Drake Green's shadow instead of being at the front. Might of escaped your attention but this man here showed me I don't need to be protected, I don't need to be looked after. Some times you have to make a deal with the devil himself to be better and I've made more than a few deals with the devil lately, and you'll be seeing that deal soon, but in the meantime Casey, I'm gonna bring out the devil in myself and take down a giant.

A smile crosses J2H's face as a man jumps over the barricade in a hood, sliding in behind Casey.

Adams: Casey watch out!

The man drops to his knees and nails an unexpecting Casey with a low blow. Casey drops to his knees in pain as the man pulls back the hood.

Simone: It's J2H! He's here and not where ever that video feed is coming from.

J2H moves in front of Casey, putting his hand on his chin and yelling at him.

J2H: I was protecting you from being a loser, now you're just a joke!

J2H nails Casey with a right hand, sending him down to the canvas. He looks down at Casey with an arrogant grin.

J2H: Where's your friends now, huh?

J2H moves towards the ropes and gets out of the ring, jumping to the floor and walking backwards up the ramp, as Casey glares at him through angry eyes.

Simone: I think J2H has lost his mind here.

Adams: I would not wanna be him when Casey gets his hands on him. He's gonna rip him apart like a rag doll.




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

The crowd cheers as Amanda walks out, accompanied by two 'girl' backup singers. All three are done up in typical fifties fashion of beehive hairdos and polka dot dresses; Amanda's being pink and the other two being bright blue. The music of the era begins to play and Amanda's doo wop girl group begins the performance.

Amanda: Since you've been gone
Well, I feel like I've been chewing on tinfoil
Since you've been gone
It's like I got a great big mouthful of cod liver oil
Oh well, I'm feelin like I stuck my hand
Inside a blender and turned it on
You know, I've been in a buttload of pain
Since you've been gone

Since you've been gone
I couldn't feel any worse if you dropped
A two-ton bowling ball on my toes
Since you've been gone
It couldn't hurt any more if you shoved
A red-hot cactus up my nose

Since you've been gone
Well, it feels like I'm getting tetanus shots every day
Since you've been gone
It's like I've got an ice cream headache that won't go away
Ever since that day you left me
I've been so miserable, my dear
I feel almost as bad as I did
When you were still here

The crowd cheers and applauds as all three 'ladies' curtsy and scamper off stage. Before vanishing behind the curtains, Amanda turns and blows some kisses before ducking behind and vanishing backstage.




Justin: The following match is our main event and it is for the SCW Internet Championship!!!

The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts and the fans all on their feet and their is actually a "Ace of Clubs" chant that competing with the boos of some of the people that have known the man longer. The fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. Kris leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp.

As the lift becomes level with the stage, massive blue and purple pyro shoots from the ceiling down to the stage hitting on both sides of the smoke cloud on the stage. The lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. Kris steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. His bright purple gloves are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing black shorts and a black, form-fitting, long-sleeved shirt that reads "K-Halc?" across the front. He reaches ringside and before sliding in the ring, making his way across to his corner where he waits for his opponent.

Justin: Currently in the ring, is the challenger!! Standing in at 6’1 and weighing in at 203 pounds!! Hailing from San Diego, California!!! Kris Halich!!!

v/o: "San Jose, Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

The lights in the arena shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.

A hush falls over the stadium as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the stadium. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to filter throughout the arena as the letters finish forming the nickname Mental Rapist.

Through the crimson mist, two very beautiful women from Costa Rico carrying baskets making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena erupts into whistles and catcalls as both are dressed in very scantily fitted outfits, low cut with lots of leg showing. They get to the edge of the stage before Sean Jackson steps into view. Jackson is motionless, completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look.

His face remains stoic as Vanessa and Marshall Owens step into view, taking up positions behind them. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way down the ramp. As the entourage moves toward the ring, the two women reach into their baskets and begin dropping $100 bills for Sean Jackson to walk on.

The fans closest to the guard rails attempt to reach for the fallen bills, but are unable to so as Sean Jackson and company continue the slow trek towards the ring. Sean has on a black shirt while wearing black trunks with red MRSJ lettering with gold trim. Of course, Marshall is in his normal suit and tie.

As both women stop on either side of the ring steps, they continue to drop $100 bills on the steps and toss them in the ring in order for the Dallas, Texas native to continue walking on. Once in the ring, the spotlight continues to bathe Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Marshall and Vanessa, he then begins to mean mug the fans around ringside before hopping down off the turnbuckle. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the stadium.

Justin: And his opponent!! Standing in at 6’2 and weighing in at 220 pounds. Hailing from Dallas, Texas!! He is the current Internet Champion!! The Mental Rapist!!! Sean Jackson!!!!

Simone: The current champ against a former champion, a match that I have been looking forward for quite some time.

Adams: Why?? To see Sean Jackson???

Simone: No, I mean to see these two wrestle.

Adams: So, you don’t think Sean is cute?

Simone: I didn’t say that!! I…, oh never mind.

DING DING DING!

The bell has rung as Sean is handing over his title to Vanessa, telling her to make sure that it won’t be taken from him. He turns around and is confronted with Kris. Who executes a dropkick, that sends Jackson in the corner. He then follows it up with some forearms as Jackson gets into the defences as he slides his upper body through the ropes. Forcing Jacob to break them up. Sean is telling Jacob that he was hit with a closed fist, as Jacob waves that off. Kris immediately charges in as Jackson sidesteps and delivers a knife edge chop to the chest that gets responded with a huge whooo chant from the crowd. Jackson delivers an Irish Whip and then delivers a dropkick of his own. Sending Kris to the outside where inside the ring Sean is celebrating as if he already has won.

Simone: Sean is so full of himself isn’t he???

Adams: Wouldn’t you?? I mean, he is the wrestler of the year, the most hated man and well what hasn’t he won this year??

Jackson turns around and watches Jacob starting to use the ten count on his opponent, there he distracts Jacob by talking to him. Telling him that he hasn’t had his tights and boots checked by Jacob. Causing him to lose his eyes from Kris as Vanessa scratches her nails across the back of Kris. Causing the fans to boo her while she walks off and stands in the corner of Sean Jackson. There Sean rolls out of the ring and grabs Kris by the head and whips him in the ring before rolling back in the ring and covers Kris with an arrogant cover.

Jacob: One!! Two!!!

Kris suddenly grabs Jackson by the head and pulls him down as he rolls over and puts Sean Jackson in a pinning combination.

Jacob: One!! Two!!!

At the final moment Sean Jackson manages to kick out and gets in the face of Jacob, asking why he would allow Kris to use an in his eyes illegal tactic happen. He turns around and walks into a hip toss into an arm drag by Kris. Who follows the arm drag up with into a leg drop onto the downed arm. He then keeps the arm on the canvas as he drives series of knees into the shoulder area before running to the ropes and execute a baseball slide into the arm. Sean Jackson quickly rolls out of the ring as we see Kris run to the ropes again and stops midway as he sees that Jackson has rolled out of the ring.

Simone: Smart tactic from the champion, breaking the momentum from the challenger that he was building

Kris seizes Sean up and then runs to the ropes and charges in to where Jackson is and executes a diving shoulder tackle that sends JJackson into the barricades on the outside. Kris quickly gets up and starts to pound away on the champion with some closed fists to the face. There he executes an Irish Whip to the ring apron close to where Vanessa is. He measures Jackson up for a spinning back kick and is about to deliver the move when suddenly Sean Jackson grabs Vanessa and puts her in front of him. Causing Kris to stop halfway, not wanting to hit this woman with the kick.

Adams: What the hell?? You shouldn’t do that to a woman!!!

Simone: She could have been seriously hurt!!!

Adams: I would have hated to see that to her face!!

Jacob warns both men to get back in the ring as he is at the count of seven, when Sean Jackson pushes Vanessa into Kris. Where he follows it up with a kick in the midsection as Kris pushes her aside. Sean quickly rolls in and out of the ring before executing a kick in the knee. Causing Kris to fall down to the canvas as Sean starts to pound away at him, screaming out loud that this is all the fault of Mark and Christian Underwood. Then he grabs Kris by the head and sets him up for a Spinning Neckbreaker on the concrete floor. But it is countered by Kris as he grabs the arms of Sean Jackson during the spin and locks them with his. Then he jumps up towards the steel ring post and uses his leg strength to push away from the ring post and to land on his feet in front of Jackson as he has still his arms tied up with his and follows it up with a Double Arm DDT as he drops Jackson hard. He slides in the ring as the fans go for a Holy Shit chant.

Simone: Did you see that????

Adams: Wow!! If that was inside the ring, he could have had a chance to secure the title around his waist once again!!!

Realizing that he cannot win the title by a count out, Kris once again rolls out of the ring and tosses Jackson back in the ring. There he rolls him over on his back and hooks the legs from the champion as Jacob starts to use his three count once more.

Jacob: One!! Two!! Thr…

Jackson manages to put his fingers on the bottom rope at the final moment, right before Jacob’s eyes ah he breaks the count. Kris looks at what happened and shakes his head. But then he turns and focuses back on the match as he runs to the ropes and executes a Springboard Leg Drop off the ropes and comes crashing down on the champion. He there hooks the legs from Jackson as he goes for another cover.

Jacob: One!! Two!! Thr….

This time Jackson manages to get a shoulder up just in time before the hand of Jacob hit the canvas for the third time. Kris looks at Jacob with a look of disbelief. But quickly focuses his attention back to Jackson as he locks his arms and pulls him up to his feet. There he goes for an Irish Whip and executes a Leap frog as he jumps over Jackson and then turns around and wraps Jackson in a sleeper hold. Jackson desperately tries to reach for the ropes as he slowly starts to fade. Jacob checks on Jackson, whether he is fading or if he wants to give up. After a few moments he lifts his arm up and it drops, he then does it for the second and it agains. Vanessa starts to climb the steel steps and gets on the apron as she screams for Jacob to help her. Distracting him as he walks over to her as to see what is going on, she explains that the heel of her shoe has come off.

Simone: What the???

Adams: Come on ref!!! get her off the apron!!

Kris lets go off the hold as he gets tired of the antics from Jackson and Vanessa as he walks over towards her and the referee and starts to grab her by the head. The fans go wild as the referee starts to warn Kris to let go off her or else get disqualified. Reluctantly he lets go off her and turns around as he is met by Jackson who pokes him in the eyes.

Simone Oh come on!!!

Jacob finally has managed to get Vanessa off of the apron and turns around as he sees Jackson slide the face of Kris across the top rope as he starts to use the five count to break it up. Sean lets go at the count of four and whips Kris back in the ring as he grabs him by the head and jumps to the outside as his head bounces off the top rope. Jackson then slides back in the ring and sits on the chest of Kris as he starts to pound away at his face, screaming out loud the names of Mark Ward and Christian Underwood before getting up at the count of four. He then drops series of knees in the face of Kris before wrapping him in a reversed chin lock as Jackson puts all of his weight on the back of the challenger. Jacob looks in to see whether Kris wants to submit or fades as Jackson drives his knee in the spine of Kris and locks his fingers around the chin of his opponent as he pulls him back hard. Jacob asks whether Kris wants to give up, but he refuses to give in to the pain as he puts his hands on the canvas and tries to crawl to the ropes with Jackson on top of him.

Simone: Wow!! Kris won’t give into the pain that he is enduring!!!

Kris almost reaches the ropes as Jackson gets up and lets go off the hold and jumps up and lands sitting down on the back of Kris. Dropping him to the canvas once again and then gets up as he walks over to the corner and measures Kris.

Simone: Uh oh, I don’t like the looks of this one!!

Adams: He warned Kris he would go for the kick!!!

Kris slowly struggling to get to his hands and knees, shaking off the cobwebs from earlier on as Sean Jackson is smiling. Screaming out towards Mark and Christian that this is their fault. He then charges in for his patented move.

Simone: Game called Due to Darkness!!!!

Adams: NO!!!!!

Somehow Kris manages to slide out of the way at the final moment as that causes Sean Jackson to hit his knee into the canvas. Kris immediately grabs the leg and lifts it up and slams the knee in the canvas hard before locking the leg between his and drive the knee between his legs hard on the canvas again. Giving him some time to get some oxygen back into his body as he is on his back while Jackson is rolling around. The crowd is cheering the former champion on as he slowly gets to his feet, he grabs the injured leg and hooks it as he rolls Jackson up in a cover for the three count.

Jacob: One!!! Two!! Thr…

Another kick out as Jackson gets his shoulder up in time, Kris gets up and looks at the referee. Shakes his head as he signals for the end. He runs to the turnbuckles as he is about to hit finisher.

Simone: Smack Shot coming up??

Kris goes for the Front Flipping Diving Leg Drop off the turnbuckles, but hits the canvas as Jackson manages to roll out of the way. Hitting his leg hard on the canvas as Jackson immediately takes Kris his legs and locks them as he bents backwards and grabs his leg as he puts his opponent in his finisher move.

Adams: The Mental Lock!!!!

Kris tries to crawl and reach for the ropes, but he is just too far away for him to reach it. Jackson puts more pressure on him as Kris finally gives in to the pressure and the pain that he has had to endure to his leg and back earlier the match and taps as Jacob calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of this match by submission and STILL!!!! Your SCW Internet champion!!! Sean Jackson!!!

Simone: Sean Jackson retains his title!

Adams: But did you see him sending out a clear message to both Hot Stuff and Christian Underwood.

Simone: He would do anything he can to get his hands on Lord Raab, even if it means aligning himself with Drake Green.

Adams: I think if that happened, hell would indeed freeze over.

Simone: Well that's all we have time for tonight, join us next week where we will find out who will go on to face Mikah at December 2 Dismember III, how Hot Stuff and Christian handle the Sean Jackson situation and also the debuts of Jin Watanabe and Chris Shields. All that and more live from Cancun, Mexico, as we bring you our last show before our supercard! We'll see you there!




Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Gerrit, Dustin, Marge, The Lord MK, Jenny, Mike, Andy, Erik, Miks, Casey, Annie, Keira, Roxi, Blaque Hart, Tom. Also again to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!