Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, tonight closes out the first round in the fourth annual Blast From the Past Mixed Tag Team Tournament. Four teams have already advanced to the quarterfinals. However, you and Derek Throne were not one of those teams.What is going through your mind following your defeat to Connor Murphy and Melanie Gabrielle this past Climax Control?"

Mercedes Vargas: I think the expression ?gracious in victory, humble in defeat' would be the best way to put it into perspective, Rocky. Give credit where it's due, Connor and Melanie were game and they threw everything they had at us to move on to the next stage of the tournament. Even though they were a couple of shady things happening during the match, just saying, I thought Derek and I matched up with them pretty well and the match could have gone either way. Derek was anxious to win the match. I just wish I held up on my end. No excuses. Again, hats off to Connor and Melanie and best of luck to them throughout the rest of the tournament.

As Rocky prepares her next question, Mercedes follows the interviewer's eyes to the Bombshell Internet Championship draped over her shoulder.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I should also mention that because of Melanie's submission victory, you will be making your first defense as Bombshell Internet Champion since winning the title at My Bloody Valentine against "The Dark Angel" in what many might see as your toughest challenge yet. Any comments on your upcoming match?

Mercedes Vargas: I think Melanie definitely earned the title shot and will live up to being a tough challenge. She's no stranger to winning singles gold and, I mean, look at what she's done. She had a good run with the Bombshell Roulette title and was a few weeks shy of breaking my record for longest reign. She won the Going for the Gold Tournament last year and gave Mikah a run for her money at December 2 Dismember and with Lucy gave Team Hero fits at My Bloody Valentine, so I know this will be far from being a walk in the park. It's a testament to how good Melanie is. But I've faced tough opponents before, like Alexis for her title, which is no small feat. I've been wrestling a little longer than Melanie has, I've defended championship titles before and I've never lost in a singles first defense. I respect Melanie as a competitor and that's what this match will be, a competitive one, so I'm looking forward to when we get inside the ring again and my first defense.

As she says this, Mercedes smiles, looking at her title for the first, then back at Rocky.

Mercedes Vargas: Should be fun.

With the interview all but wrapped up, Rocky turns to the camera as does Mercedes, adjusting her title over her shoulder.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well there you have it. Our first words from a very confident Bombshell Internet Champion. Mercedes Vargas defends the Bombshell Internet Championship right here next week againt Melanie Gabrielle in their first singles match inside the six-sided ring. There is still more to come tonight on Climax Control in Eureka, California, including our main event: J2H defends the World Heavyweight Championship against the "Freight Train of Pain", Casey Williams, so you want to stick around for that. For now, let's send it back out to Belinda and Jason at ringside.

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The scene opens up backstage with Ms Melody Grace Carpenter sitting across a desk from one of the owners of SCW, Mr Hot Stuff Mark Ward. Deep inside Mark's office Hot Stuff can be seen pointing towards a rather thick stack of paper work, while Melody just looks at him waiting for him to finish talking.

HS: Sign it.

Melody: What that's it? No cheesy banter, no compliments, nothing? Just a sign it?

Hot Stuff just looks up at Melody and smirks.

HS: Oh did you want me to butter you up did you?

Melody looks across the desk at Hot Stuff and smiles.

Melody: Why do you even want me to come back? It's not like you need me here or want me here.

Hot Stuff rubs his right hand across his chin thinking about his reply for a quick second.

HS: Let's be honest, I just like to an arsehole that likes to control everything and everyone.

Melody just watches on as Hot Stuff just looks at her coldly, he was in the mood for business tonight and not for games.

Melody: Oh don't we know it, but I really don't understand what's in it for me?

Hot Stuff just pushes the pile of papers towards Melody ever so gently, while she looks directly into his eyes.

HS: You get to be around the person, you really want to be around... consider it a favour Melody.

Melody: MR BEAN!? YOU'RE GIVING ME MR BEAN?!?!

HS: Wait, what? God no.

Melody's bottom lip dropped as she went from over the top excited to devastated within a blink of an eye.

Melody: I really don't see any sugar, in this tea of a situation for me.

Mark just taps the contract once more and smirks.

HS: As an Englishman, I know tea and you don't "see" sugar in tea anyways... Taste but not see, but I think we both know there's people here you really want to be around, you know like certain champions?

As HS speaks Melody tries to follow him but she doesn't understand a word of what he is saying to her. Leaning forward in her chair she sighs.

Melody: I have no idea what you just said, but I feel like you're about to drop some sort of bombshell on me, so just let me have it.

The grin on Mark's face is priceless as he pushes the paper work towards Melody once more, this time he holds out the pen that's in his hand as well. Pushing the point that he really wants her to sign back up with Sin City Wrestling.

HS: Here's the thing Melody, this could go all night, so let me just take this situation by the balls.

Melody: But that doesn't even make any sense...

HS: I'm giving you a choice; it's good one you might want to listen very carefully.

Hot Stuff just drops the pen on to contract waiting for Melody to pick it up and sign it. As Melody just looks down at the stack of papers she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth thinking about it. Leaning forward in his chair Mark folds his arms and rests them on the table while the bubbly blonde's attention switches back up to him.

HS: Let me just make this crystal clear for you if you don't sign this contract Rainbows, I'll start going after the ones you hold dearly to you. I mean where could I start? Despy possibly? I mean wouldn't it just be so fun to see that boy suffer?

Melody: Are you black mailing me? Plus going after Despy wouldn't be the smartest move I mean, do you not know Synn? He would kill you.

HS: Have you learned nothing? I can make everyone do exactly what I want around here because when they sign that contract, I own them.

Melody squares her eyes at Hot Stuff, not believing what he is saying.

Melody: So you're bullying me into this? You really think that's going to work?

He just smirks, before rocking back in his chair, swinging in it.

HS: Basically oh and if that doesn't convince you to sign Mel, maybe if I strip Ben Jordan of his tag team title? Would that persuade you? Huh? Or maybe if I took Roxi's gold away from her as well, would that get your decision over the line? NO?

Hot Stuff slams his hands against the hard wooden desk, startling Melody who is just sitting there with her mouth wide open in shock. Mark gets up from his chair and he walks around the desk, now standing directly beside Melody who is looking up at him. His statue is enough to cause her discomfort as he looks down at her, confidence oozing from his face.

HS: If that's not enough motivation for you Melody, how about I take James' World Heavyweight Championship away from him while I'm at it?

Melody's eye grew wide as her hands started to shake, she couldn't believe what Hot Stuff had just said. Looking up at him she blinked a few times, not saying a thing, which leads Hot Stuff to pull his phone out of his jacket pocket. He was bluffing he had to be bluffing.

HS: Times ticking away blondie, maybe I should just call James in here now so you can witness me take his title away from him huh? Would you like that? How do you think he is going to react when he knows that you're the selfish one who took his championship away from him?

Melody shakes her head from side to side as if to say no, but Mark continues on his way and starts to search through his phone looking for James' number. Looking down at Melody once more the co owner of SCW gives her three seconds to reply before he clicks the call button. The phone rings a total of seven times before James' voice can be heard on speaker.

J2H: What do you want?

Hot Stuff goes to speak but Melody's voice cuts him off.

Melody: Okay, okay, OKAY... FINE... I'll sign the contract.

With those words out of her mouth HS just grins wildly and hangs up on J2H who has no idea what has happened.

HS: Excellent choice Ms Grace, now if you don't mind...

Mark grabs the pen and holds it up for Melody to take; she snatches it from his hand and looks down at her contract.

Melody: Can't I read it first; I mean what if you put some major BS in here?

HS: Now would I do a thing like that to you? Plus you seem to be forgetting that Derek and I sat down and mapped this out for you; do you really think he would screw you over?

The smirk on Mark's face say yes, but Melody must have missed that as she just rolls her eyes and sighs before putting her signature on the dotted line.

HS: I knew you would come around to see things the way I do and people said it would be hard and that I would need to throw money at you.

Hot Stuff bends down so he can look directly into Melody's eyes; his confident grin was all she could focus on.

HS: When all I needed to do was tug on your pathetic little heart strings.

Closing her eyes Melody just blocks him out for a moment before placing the pen down on her newly signed SCW contract.

Melody: Are we done here?

Looking up at him, she gets up out of her chair and goes to step away but Hot Stuff just blocks her.

HS: Oh no Melody, this is only just the beginning.

With that said and done the scene fades to black.

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Backstage, Ben Jordan is seen walking through the halls, when Pussy Willow approaches him.

Pussy: Ben, did you hear Simon Jones' announcement earlier tonight?

Ben stops walking, turning to look at Pussy.

Ben: Yeah, I heard it.

Pussy: What does it mean for your half of the titles?

Ben looks down at the title around his waist and back up to Pussy, biting his lower lip.

Ben: That's not what people should be focused on. People shouldn't be worried about what happening with me or the belts, they're not important when ya look at the big picture. The big picture is SCW is losing a legend. SCW is losing one of the greats, a bloke who has worked hard constantly in SCW, a guy who has been a company man and let this place with pride and dignity. Younger people should look up to guys like Simon, a role model. I'm bloody honored I got a chance to not only team with him, but to win my first SCW title with him.

Pussy: But Simon said you knew about it.

Ben: I did. I respect the man for giving up his time, his effort and his body to help build wrestling in general. I support him a million percent. I admit, I didn't expect to get choked up by listening to him, and I know there's fans all over the world feeling the same, but he did what he felt right and I agree with him. But darling, the bigger picture is the wrestling world has lost a true gent. I wish him all the success in the world after this, if anyone's earned it, Jonesy has. I'll worry about the belts next week.

Ben looks at the camera.

Ben: Cheers for everything Jonesy, you'll be missed here more than most. Best of luck mate.

Ben gives Pussy a quick nod before walking away.

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The cameras cut to the back as the same shadowy figure can be seen hugging the darken corners of the backstage area just watching. Stagehands and other members of the SCW staff are walking about as normal as this figure notices a certain individual walking towards the shadows. This individual is none other than Roxi Johnson who is still shaken by what transpired last week.

Roxi: I know you're here Zuri. You can come out.

A slight grunt escapes from Zuri as she steps into the light. Her face covered with her trademark mask as her blonde hair flowed freely. That same stoic stare appeared in her eyes as she glanced at Roxi.

Zuri: Hello Roxi

She says while continuing to stare at Roxi.

Roxi: So... I appreciate the save and all.. .but, I have to ask... why?

Roxi folds her arms, as the two would be superheroes eyeball each other. Zuri's facial expression doesn't change as she continues to stare at Roxi.

Zuri: You should know that answer Roxi.

Is the only answer she is willing to give at this time. Zuri continues to stare while shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Roxi: No, I don't know. That's why I asked you. You said things would be answered, and you're giving me vagueness. If you want to go after Twisted Sister, then fine. But I would suggest you at least be careful.

Roxi puts her arms up as she speaks staring at Zuri through the mask. Zuri looks at Rox with that stoic look on her face as she moves closer to Roxi.

Zuri: Roxi, I did promise to provide answers. However, I didn't say when or where I would provide them. You assumed that I would this evening. As for Twisted Sister, I am not afraid of that blowhard. She has yet to feel my wrath. As it pertains to you Roxi, last week I didn't want to see SCW's resident hero get drilled. I helped you out because no one else was willing to step up to her.

The words spoken from Zuri had more meaning than she cared to show as her expression changed just slightly. She looked at Roxi hoping a light bulb would go off above her head.

Roxi: I... I see, if you hadn't come, my wife would have. But... again, thanks for that. And good luck in your battle, You may have to fight fire, with fire.

Roxi gave a knowing nod and slight grin, giving Zuri an encouraging slap on the shoulder. Zuri looks down at Roxi's hand then looks right back up at her.

Zuri: Do you remember my battles with Mercedes Vargas? Those battles will pale in comparison to what happens when I get my hands on Twisted Sister. Consider what I did last week my welcome back present for you.

The vague response lingers in the air as Zuri gives Roxi a nod of approval before disappearing back into the shadows. Roxi tries to wrap her head around what Zuri was saying as the cameras cut back to ringside.

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Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from New York City, please welcome Mikah

The arena fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit.

She then moves to the middle of the ropes and steps on the bottom one before leaning suggestively over the top rope as if to give the crowd a glimpse of her chest but then pulls back and steps down. She moves to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle.

Simone: Wow, Christian actually got Mikah to appear here tonight

Adams: I thought she wasn't going to come back.

Simone: I thought so too.

The lights turn dark for a moment and then turn on turning pink across the arena the song Scandalous begins to play as it brings out the woman many call the White Rabbit better known as Jaina Hudson who appears on the ramp with a big smirk in her eyes as she is wearing her nice bunny outfit nice white corset and white shorts very small. As she poses on the ramp doing her theatric pose blowing a kiss.

Justin Decent: Making her way down the aisle from Jacksonville, Florida please welcome bombshell, JAINA HUDSON!

Jaina starts walking toward the ring now as her beautiful hazel eyes wandered both ways looking at the audience and nods her head as she was met to a mix crowd reaction from the audience in attendance Jaina had a small white jacket that was bedazzled with small diamonds slowly she removes it and swings it in the air as she holds onto it helps herself up and now steps through the middle rope stepping inside of the SCW ring as she tosses the small jacket to the outside "Scandalous" continues to play as she has this wicked look in her eyes.

Simone: White Rabbit is making her second appearance for Climax Control

Adams: Rumor has it, she is really hot.

Simone: I just don't like her chances against Mikah

As Mikah looks at Jaina with this strange look on her face, "I Need You" strikes up as Shawna Jennings comes walking out from the back. Mikah seems confused as Shawna is dressed in a business suit. Jaina is all smiles as Shawna walks down the ramp.

Simone: What is Mr. TNA's personal assistant doing out here?

Adams: I have no idea.

Shawna gives Jaina a quick smile while rounding the corner. She walks around the ring while heading towards the announce desk. Mikah is watching Shawna while shaking her head. Mikah turns her attention back to Jaina as Jacob Summers calls for the bell.

DING DING DING

Simone: It appears Shawna is going to join us at ringside.

Adams: Oh boy, I get to star..I mean sit nex...I mean yay us.

Simone: Just keep it in your pants.

Shawna finally makes it to her place and picks up her headset as Mikah steps out of the corner. Jaina does the same she bounces around like a bunny. Mikah doesn't seem to be thrilled by this as she quickly strikes with a strong kick to Jaina's gut. Jaina keels over a bit as Mikah grabs a handful of her hair and throws her down to the canvas. The back of Jaina's head bounces off the canvas as Mikah bounces off the ropes and lands a leg drop across the throat.

Simone: Mikah getting the jump early.

Adams: Welcome to the announce desk Shawna, what brings you out here?

Shawna Jennings: I have strict orders by my employer to keep an eye on his protege.

Adams smiles while looking at her as Mikah shoots back up her feet. She brings Jaina up as well while having a handful of hair. She gives Jacob a nasty look while dragging Jaina over towards the turnbuckle. She starts to bang Jaina's head into the top turnbuckle constantly. As she does this, the crowd is showering her with loud boos. A smile forms on her face as she continues to slam Jaina's head into the top turnbuckle.

Jacob is trying to warn Mikah but she places a hand in his face. She then checks her nails before pulling Jaina out of the corner. She goes to shoot her off towards the ropes but Jaina reverses it. Mikah bounces off the ropes as Jaina shoots her up towards the lights. Mikah comes back down while landing awkwardly on her hip. The crowd seems to be getting behind Jaina but she starts to shake her head. She gets back up and grabs Mikah by her hair. She pulls her up before throwing her across the ring.

Simone: Jaina is showing some fight against the former bombshell champion.

Shawna Jennings: That is what he likes to see. Since Jaina is a rookie, he wants to take her under his wing.

Adams: Is that even wise? Travis doesn't have the best record.

Shawna glares at Jason as Jaina follows the hair snapmare with a low dropkick to the spine of Mikah. She then drives a knee into the same point while grabbing a hold of her arms. Jaina pulls back while locking in a surfboard on Mkah. She knee is posted expertly in the square of Mikah's back as Jacob checks to make sure Mikah wants to continue. Mikah starts to fight out of the hold as Jaina stands up to her feet before driving her knee repeatedly into the same point of Mikah's back. Mikah screams in pain as Jaina changes the hold a bit by crossing her arms in front of Mikah's neck. Mikah continues to struggle as Jacob is asking if she wants to give up. Mikah shouts as she begins to shake her legs. The crowd seems to be behind Jaina as they are screaming "White Rabbit." Shawna doesn't like this as she shakes her head.

Shawna Jennings: What are you doing Jaina?

Simone: She is wrestling the match and getting some supporters.

Shawna Jennings: She has supporters. She doesn't need these sheeples getting into her head.

Adams: Sheeples? What is a sheeple?

Mikah starts to get back up to her feet as Jaina is losing her grip. Mikah slams an elbow to the midsection as Jaina lets out a grunt. Mikah drives another elbow into Jaina's midsection as it breaks the hold. Mikah goes to run as Jaina grabs a handful of hair and yanks her back down. Jaina lets out a sly smirk as the crowd lets out a few boos. A few strands of hair is dangling off her fingertips as Mikah is holding the back of her head as Jaina bounces off the ropes. She goes into a handspring before landing on top of Mikah with a body splash. Shawna seemed impressed with that athletic move as Jaina goes for the first pin attempt.

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Shawna Jennings: Don't lose focus.

Simone: You aren't very talkative like your boss.

Shawna Jennings: I already told you. I am here to only observe.

Adams: Can you observe me?

Belinda facepalms herself as Jaina turns away from the referee. She goes to pick Mikah up only to get blasted in the head from a wicked kick.

Adams: The Mikahangelo, she nailed it.

Jaina falls to the canvas as Mikah quickly rolls her over and hooks the leg.

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Jacob signals for the bell as Mikah rolls out of the ring.

Justin Decent: Here is your winner, MIKAH

Mikah starts walking up the ramp without even acknowledging the crowd as Shawna gets up out of her seat. She throws off her headset and stands by the ring. She gets inside to check on Jaina while looking up at Mikah.

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Casey Williams is shown backstage, leaning against the wall outside his locker room, and he wants to call out his opponent, and current SCW Heavyweight Champion, J2H.

Casey: J2H, we may respect each other for what we bring to the table, but at the end of the day, I will prove why I am an Oscar Mayer Weiner, and you are just an ordinary Weiner, one who is not as good. The world will find out how great I truly am when I soundly defeat you for the Heavyweight title, making you a transitional champion.

Casey walks away, looking intense and confident in himself as the scene fades to black.

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The cameras once again switch backstage, just outside the Bombshell locker room. Rage and Kittie are just walking up to the door, and they stop just in front of it. Kittie is about to just knock on the door, but Rage pushes her hand down, staring at her. Kittie glares at him.

Kittie: Uh, hello?

Rage: Hello? What was the reason you came along again? Don't knock on the door! Go inside and get Sam!

Kittie shakes her head, having forgotten the excuse she used to tag along with him. Rage rolls his eyes as Kittie opens the door and heads inside. Less than a minute later, Kittie emerges from the locker room, and Sam Marlowe follows right behind her. Rage completely ignores Kittie as he turns his attention to Sam.

Rage: So, you ready for tonight?

Rage steps in front of Kittie, and she's taken back by this. Her jaw drops, but she says nothing as she folds her arms and just glares at the back of Rage's head and watches him like a hawk. Sam nods with a smile as she puts her hands on her hips. Dressed ready to wrestle with a light fleece zippered hoodie that is hanging open over her ring gear she looks what she hopes is confident but that confidence can't make its way to her eyes.

Sam Marlowe: You better believe I am ready for tonight. Although, if I am honest this is a new thing for me and I know that it is man versus man, bombshell versus bombshell. But Raab makes me really nervous.

Sam sighs slowly as she begins to pace, one hand moving to tug at a curl that is over her shoulder. She catches a glare from Kittie at Rage and raises an eyebrow but says nothing. Stopping and facing Rage, she takes a deep breath.

Sam Marlowe: I am sure you have him handled but can he really be handled if he wants to get his hands on me to get the win and move on in the tournament?

Rage narrows his eyes just at the thought of Lord Raab. He can feel Kittie glaring from behind him, but he keeps his attention all on Sam. He's look at Sam eye to eye, but he purposely moves his head down to make it seem like he's looking at a certain other part to Sam, and Kittie doesn't miss that.

Rage: Don't you worry about that. I've got a handle on Raab in the ring, and Synn will be at ringside too so if Raab tries anything, we've got him handled.

Kittie clears her throat, grabbing the attention of both of them. Sam looks to Kittie and Rage slowly turns around to face her as well. He stops himself from smiling as he can see her face flushed red a little bit. She glares at Rage for a moment before she looks to Sam, trying to relax a bit.

Kittie: Yeah, and I'll be out there, too. As long as you two are in the tournament, I got your back, too.

Rage turns his attention back to Sam.

Rage: And don't worry. I'll make sure she doesn't touch you either.

Kittie: Dude!

Rage just cracks an uncharacteristic smile. Sam notices the look that Rage had given her and the cough from Kittie. Self-consciously she slides her hands into her pockets that forces the front of her hoodie closed.

Sam Marlowe: That makes me feel a lot better to know you guys have my back and as much as I can I have yours too Rage. And don't worry Kittie, I think you won't have to worry too much about me though, I think that I can handle Gothika all by myself. But thanks for being there.

Offering Kittie a smile, Sam spares a quick glance at Rage and quirks her nose slightly.

Sam Marlowe: You really shouldn't tease your wife like that Rage, she is going to end up killing you?

Rage suddenly frowns and shakes his head. Kittie suddenly lets out a loud laugh.

Rage: She's NOT my wife. And she's couldn't do anything to me even if she tried.

Kittie stands there for a moment, thinking. Rage looks at her from the corner of his eye and just as Kittie is about to kick him in the shin for a second time this week, he takes a step away.

Rage: Kittie! My leg is just now starting to feel better after you kicked me last week! I'd like to go into this match one hundred percent tonight! Damn!

Rage turns back to Sam.

Rage: Except that...they always go for my damn shins!

Kittie folds her arms again and she snubs Rage as she looks back to Sam.

Kittie: He's safe...for now. So long as he's in this tournament anyway.

Sam Marlowe: Then you are in luck Rage, pretty sure we will be in the finals so your shins will get a rest.

Sam smirks at her partner as she pats him on his shoulder then motions towards the general direction of catering.

Sam Marlowe: But I need a few minutes to go and grab a bottle of water for tonight. Can I get anything for the two of you?

Rage: I'm good, thanks. We need to go find Synn anyway. I just wanted to tell you not to worry about Raab tonight.

Kittie: Yeah...sure that's all you wanted. We'll see you later, Sam.

Kittie then turns and walks away as Rage stays behind, scratching his head.

Rage: Don't worry about her, either. I just enjoy pissing her off.

He smirks proudly, but holds himself back from laughing. Sam can't fight back her own laughter as she shakes her head and a warning finger at Rage.

Sam Marlowe: I hope you don't expect me to save YOU from HER!

Rage laughs and shakes his head.

Rage: Nah. I'm expecting a completely different reaction to that. I know what I'm doing. Anyway, I'll see you out at ringside.

Sam nods and smiles and the two turn and go their separate ways as the cameras switch back to ringside.

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Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: The following contest is an opening round match in the Blast From the Past memorial Mixed Tag Team tournament, scheduled for one fall!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Introducing first...!

The lights in the arena go out as the beat to "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson plays over the speakers. As the electric organ picks up, a red light flashes across the screen as random faces begin to show on the screen. As the words start up, men and women in masks and hoodies file out through the curtains. The lights come on at a dim tone, flashing as the seven figures make it down to the ringside area. As the music picks up, one of the figures pulls his hood back, yanking his mask off to reveal Tim Staggs.

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada! Weighing one hundred and ninety five pounds ... Tim Staggs!

He jumps onto the ring apron, focused as he steps through the ropes. He paces back and forth, and the lights turn up some as he looks up. He then removes his jacket and tears away his black pants to reveal his wrestling outfit. He jogs backward and rests in one of the far corners, sinking down to a seated position as he contemplates.

Adams: Man I don't know how I'd feel if I were Tim Staggs! Having to face your own father inside of the ring?

Simone: Somehow I think he's strangely okay with it.

Justin: And his tag team partner...!

The song "19 Nigel fir Sophie" by Eisregen is played and the revving of a Harley can be heard. slowly Amanda drives down to the ring, dressed in a really short and tattered jeans shorts, a belly free top and some really high heeled stripper sandals.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing one hundred and ten pounds, please welcome back to SCW ... AMANDA CORTEZ!

The fans are cheering at her, but she seems not to notice it. As she reaches the ring, she shuts off her bike and slowly gets down from it. The fans are still cheer and Amanda poses for them, making sure that she really looks cute and sexy. She runs her hands all over her body and swings her hips in a sensual way Then she slides into the ring and kicks her shoes out of the ring. She jumps on the ropes in the corner, raises her arms in victory and blows some kisses into the direction of the fans. Still both arms in the air, she makes the devil sign and then she jumps down from the ropes again. Now she rests her arms on the top rope and one foot on the bottom rope and waits for her opponent to come to the ring. It seems that she's completely relaxed and doesn't care about what happens here, but as she sees her opponent come down to the ring, a cold and deadly glare comes into her pretty face. She's completely focused and willing to destroy her enemy completely.

Adams: Can you believe it?? Amanda Cortez! Back in an SCW ring!

Simone: Every year, the Blast From the Past event has a special surprise or two from returning stars and Amanda Cortez returning certainly fits that bill!

Tim slowly stands up and Amanda joins him in their corner.

Justin: And their opponents...!

"Assassin" by Muse starts to play as soon as the chorus hits Lucy jumps out from the stage and tosses her cloak off. Lucy looks around and starts to swiftly moves down the ramp.

Justin: from Moscow, Russia, weighing one hundred and twenty one pounds ... Lucy Seraphina!

Lucy jumps onto the stairs and climbs over the turnbuckle. She flips herself in and goes to the center. She screams loudly and gets ready to fight.

Justin: And her tag team partner....

*GET READY FOR THE SMACK DOWN!"*

And the fans immediately erupt in cheers!

Adams: Here he comes!

The lights go completely black, as white strobes flash on the stage. A red spotlight shines on the curtains as "Get Up" by Korn and Skrillex plays. Once the music picks up, Spike shoves the curtains aside, and walks out onto the stage. He smiles at the fans, who cheer, as he points out across the audience.

Justin: From St. Louis, Missouri, weighing two hundred and sixty five pounds ... welcome back SCW Hall of Famer ... SPIKE STAGGS!

His smile fades as he dashes down to the ring, sliding in underneath the ropes. The lights fade back on as Spike goes to the furthest turnbuckle, giving a pose before leaping off to land on his feet. He bounces between the ropes and then joins Lucy in their corner, his eyes never leaving his son.

Simone: It has been almost three years since Spike Staggs last set foot inside of an SCW ring as an active competitor and here he is!

Adams: This is going to be great!

Holly Wood finishes checking all four combatants (spending a little longer than needed where young Tim was concerned) and then instructs the teams to decide who will begin; the men or the women. After conferring, Tim Staggs steps out of the ring, leaving Amanda to turn and face the opposite corner -- where Spike relents and steps out for Lucy to kick things off.

Adams: Looks to me like Spike was almost relieved.

Simone: I don't think he's all that anxious to have to face his own son inside of the ring.

Holly calls for the bell!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

The two Bombshells meet in the center of the ring, staring nose to nose. Lucy is talking and Amanda sets her hands on her hips, just smiling and nodding.

Simone: Somehow I don't think those are pleasantries being exchanged between these two Bombshells.

Suddenly, Lucy slaps Amanda across the face, the crowd gasping in shock! Amanda rubs her stinging cheek and turns back to answer in kind, slapping Seraphina right across the face!

Adams: Isn't it wonderful how two ladies can get together and exchange ideas so much more maturely than two blokes?

Simone: Ah shaddap.

And this time it is Lucy who retaliates, but she does so by slamming a forearm into Cortez's chest, knocking her to the canvas! Amanda rubs at her bosom and Lucy hauls her up off the canvas and back down with a scoop slam, following up with a standing senton splash and hooking the leg for the cover...

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Fast kick out by Amanda!

Simone: Lucy going for the early win there, and well... not winning.

Adams:: She should probably go for a late win, there are better odds on those.

Lucy dives back into action, punishing Amanda' ribs with a flurry of boots. Amanda writhes and coughs on the mat as Lucy lifts Amanda to her feet, laying in a hard kick to the gut and goes for a short-arm clothesline, but Amanda ducks under the blow and grabs her around the waist from behind in a rear waistlock. Amanda takes her down to the mat in a Greco-Roman wrestling move, then quickly stands up and pats her opponent on the head.

Adams: Ooo!

Lucy reacts by grabbing Cortez's feet and sweeping her legs out from under her! She dives atop of Amanda and throws repeated blows into her head before climbing off and dragging her to her feet! Lucy goes for an Irish whip but at the last moment Amanda reverses it and as Lucy rebounds, Cortez catches her with the Extreme Makeover! Amanda quickly covers her and hooks the leg!

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Kick out by Seraphina!

Amanda gets all up in the Holly Wood's grill as Lucy rubs her head, trying to regain her bearings.

Simone: Now is not the time to be displaying that famous temper, Cortez!

Lucy spies Amanda out of the corner of her eye and takes advantage of the distraction, rolling her up in a school girl!

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Amanda kicks out!

Simone: Amanda isn't gonna last very long if she keeps letting her guard down like that. Lucy's no pushover.

Amanda rockets to her feet, but Lucy lays her out with a clothesline! She rockets up again and Lucy extends her arm, but Amanda ducks behind! Lucy spins around with a heel kick, but Amanda catches her foot and wrenches her down to the mat in an ankle lock!

Simone: Ankle lock! We could see a submission!

Adams: How embarrassing!

Lucy struggles toward the ropes, reaching as far as she can but quickly realizing she's nowhere close. Gritting her teeth, Lucy manages to flip herself over and out of the ankle lock, taking advantage of the surprised Amanda and putting her into the crippler crossface!

Simone: My god, what an amazing counter!

Adams: How did she even do that!?

Simone: This is a slap in the face! Amanda always seems to enjoy using the Crossface in the past!

Amanda screams as Lucy rears back, increasing the pressure! Amanda struggles for the ropes, making no headway!

Simone: Amanda is really stuck in the middle there Jason!

Adams:: Well, in the inevitable battle for supreme babe status, it only makes sense that Amanda would skip the superior wrestler step altogether and move right onto a trained gorilla. A well-groomed trained gorilla. With pretty silk bows, maybe.

Simone: ... Uh, huh! So all that vodka in the green room went straight to your brain?

Adams:: Damn skippy!

Amanda finally manages to drag herself to the ropes and Holly forces the break! Lucy complies, but goes right back to work, stomping down on Cortez! Lucy grabs a handful of her hair and drags her roughly to her feet and sends her hard into the far corner. Lucy charges in after her but Amanda suddenly springs up and over her, landing on her feet behind her! Lucy spins around to face her but Amanda jumps and catches her in a split fast Hurricanrana!

Adams: And Amanda Cortez is back in this one!

Tim cheers from his corner as Amanda lashes out with lightning quick side kicks to Seraphina's ribs and back, knocking her back against the ropes! Amanda then Irish whips Lucy into the ropes, telegraphing a backdrop that allows Lucy to jump over her back, bringing her down in a sunset flip!

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Kick out by Amanda!

Amanda is up to her feet in a flash, booting Lucy in the gut and going for a whip into the ropes but Lucy counters with a reversal! Amanda jumps onto the middle rope and springboards back, only to have Lucy greet her with a clothesline!

Adams: OHHH! She almost took Amanda's head off!

Simone: A clothesline in mid-air! One of these women need to make the tag!

Both Bombshells are stirring on the mat and they start to maneuver themselves closer to their own corners where their partners have their hands extended! Due to his superior height, Spike is able to tag Lucy first, but Amanda is not far behind and tags Tim!

Adams: And HEEEEERE we go!

As Spike steps into the ring with a cautious expression on his face, Tim looks quite at ease and eager to face his father in competition.

Adams: Do you think Tim knew about Spike being his surprise opponent?

Simone: Not until the last moment, I'm sure.

The two men, one a rookie and the other a bona fide legend, circle the center of the ring, extending their hands for a tie up, knuckle lock. They pause and interlace their fingers, but Spike ducks into it and twists Tim into a reverse arm wringer. Tim grits his teeth and tries to elevate the pressure on his arm, then ducks down and turns the hold back against his father, twisting his arm around and into an overhead wrist lock.

Simone: I have a feeling we are going to see some great technical wrestling here between father and son.

Adams: Yeah, no confrontation between father and son stays technical for long.

Spike then counters the overhead wrist lock by using his weight and leverage, dropping down and throwing Tim to the mat with an arm drag. Both of their respective partners clap their hands, rallying "their boys" as Tim gets back to his feet and circles his father once again. They pause as Tim beckons for a test-of-strength and Spike looks out to the cheering fans before nodding, relenting to his son's demand.

Adams: Does Tim think he can actually over power his own father?

Simone: I think he just has something else in mind now that Spike has accepted the challenge.

The two men interlock the fingers of their one hand, then the other, but almost immediately Spike gains the upper hand over his son, slowly over powering him and bending him backwards until the top of Tim's head is touching the canvas with his back arched.

Simone: I'm not sure what to expect from this match but I can not see Spike wanting to risk hurting his own son inside of the ring.

Adams: Yeah but does Tim feel the same way about possibly hurting Spike?

Slowly, Tim starts to force his way back to a vertical base, powering his way up, and before his father can do anything to stop him, Tim drops down and uses his own leverage to double arm drag Spike over and turns the tables on him, with Spike on his back in the vulnerable position!

Adams: Oh, nice counter!

Simone: Yes, it is obvious that Spike has taught Tim well.

Just as his son did, Spike powers his way up to a standing position, but this time Spike backs Tim up against the ropes and jumps, throwing him over with a monkey flip and wrapping his arms around his sternum and chin in a straight jacket hold, with a knee buried into the small of Tim's back.

Simone: Tim can say whatever he wants about wanting to prove himself but Spike has so much more experience over him.

Holly leans in to check to see if Tim wants to submit but Tim, desiring as always to prove himself, refuses adamantly. Spike pulls back hard on Tim's arms, wanting to add pressure to wear his son down but without having to hurt him in doing so.

Adams: There's really nowhere for Tim to go, is there?

Simone: No there isn't. Spike has Tim tied up in a pretty package.

Tim starts to struggle, looking for a way out of this situation, until he works his way to his knees, then starts to get to his feet and he catches Spike's foot with his own and trips him to the mat, and right into a full body scissors.

Simone: I have to admit that I am loving this clinic that father and son are putting on for the fans.

Adams: Spike isn't loving it too much at the moment.

Spike tries to pry Tim's legs apart and from around his waist, but Tim has his ankles locked securely and thus he is unable. Spike then grabs him around the legs and uses his feet to push back, forcing Tim's shoulders against the canvas...

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Tim kicks out, but retains the body scissors!

Adams: Oo! Close!

Spike then opts to counter this position by getting to his knees and turning around so that he is facing his son while still in the hold. Spike slowly gets to his feet, holding Tim's legs -- and he falls back, catapulting Tim across the ring!

Simone: That's one way to counter a body scissors!

But Tim sees it coming and somersaults through the catapult, springing back to his feet! He darts right around and flies into Spike, laying into him with a flying forearm that knocks his father right back into the near corner!

Adams: Well so much for that healthy exchange of holds!

Simone: It's clear to everyone that Spike was not expecting that!

Tim races up and snapmares Spike over, then grabs him by the legs and turns him over into a Boston crab!

Adams: Boy can you imagine what it would do to Tim if he made his own dad submit!?

Simone: Think of what it would do to Spike!

But as Holly leans in to ask if Spike wants to tap, Spike shakes his head no and props himself up on his forearms to relieve the pressure on his back! Spike then powers Tim over into a pinning combination, seated on his chest!

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Tim uses his legs to sunset flip Spike!

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Spike rolls back and jackknifes Tim into another pin!

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Tim kicks out!

Simone: What a series of pinfall attempts!

Before Spike can react, Tim grabs him by the head with his own head under his chin and he drops down, nailing a jaw breaker! Tim then jumps on him, throwing forearm shots down into Spike's head and back, wearing him down! Tim grabs him by the arm and sends him into the far corner, but as he charges and jumps in for a spinning heel kick, Spike catches him and deposits him on the top of the corner! Spike starts to back off but Tim brings up both of his feet, kicking him in the chest and knocking him to the canvas! Tim then jumps off for a body splash but Spike moves out of the way and Tim crashes! Spike stands up and goes for a standing shooting star press, but this time Tim rolls aside, allowing Spike to crash! The fans are on their feet, cheering this display between father and son, as the two men roll to their corners and tag their respective partners back into the match!

Simone: The fans truly loved witnessing that display by Tim and Spike!

Adams: And the Bombshells are back in this one!

Without wasting any precious moments, both Lucy Seraphina and Amanda race at each other. Amanda works it first with a duck beneath the outstretched arm of Seraphina, and she leaves her feet, jumping and connecting with the back of Lucy's head with an Enzugari strike. Immediately attempting to take the advantage, Amanda runs to the ropes and drops down across Seraphina with both legs outstretched, delivering a leg drop to the throat causing Lucy Seraphina to get breath in and out of her lungs.

Simone: That's a Leg Drop Hulk Hogan would be proud of.

Adams: Who? OHH! The old dude in TNA!

Amanda stands up and delivers a harsh stomp to the throat of Seraphina, placing it in the exact same place she struck with the leg drop but Seraphina manages to soften the blow with the sudden intervention of her hands, grabbing the boot of Amanda and knocking her off balance long enough for the former Internet Champion to return to her feet and deliver a shockingly low drop kick that stuck to the stomach of Amanda winding her and allowing Lucy to get two big handfuls of her hair and hair whip her across the ring in a tail spin!

Adams: OH my aching roots!

Simone: Yes, perhaps we'll see what color your hair really is?

Adams: Hey I just so happen to be a natural blond! ... Want proof?

Simone: ..... I retract my previous quip.

Amanda is coughing, the sudden drop kick which struck her heavily in midsection just below the diaphragm forcing any and all the air that was once in her lungs out of her lungs. She kneels on her hands and knees, coughing at the mat. Unfortunately for her, the intake of breath wasn't the only thing she is fighting against. As though she realized this, she turns to look at Seraphina who has bounded off the ropes and strikes her in the side of the head with another low drop kick, which has more of an effect than the previous as Amanda goes down once again with her hands coveting the injured region of her face.

Adams: Not the face! Not the face!

Lucy quickly cradles the far leg for the pin!

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Amanda kicks out!

Amanda fights against the urge to take time to recover her breath and climbs to her feet, shaking off the effects of the series of dropkicks and merely awaits the next attack. The attack comes in the form of a vicious clothesline from Seraphina but, being ready as she was, Amanda drops beneath it and collects Lucy's head in her hands... dropping her down with a bone jarring DDT!

Simone: These two women are so evenly matched! Neither can maintain the advantage over the other for long!

Adams: But with moves like that DDT, it won't take much more!

Seraphina rolls about on the mat, holding her neck while Amanda finally takes a moment to gather that lustful intake of breath and to breathe properly... With both Bombshells down, Holly begins his/her/(???) count.

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Amanda gets up and nullifies it before it can get in any further. By what would've been the seventh count, Seraphina raises herself also and collects a sharp kick to the mid section as reward. Immediately she crouches over, allowing Amanda to further take advantage and go for a piledriver but unfortunately for her, Lucy Seraphina wasn't that far affected by the kick and the DDT and to show proof of this she tossed Amanda over her back and falling heavily to the mat behind her.

Adams: Whew! Thank god Amanda 'got back' or else that landing may have hurt!

Amanda lands on her back, down and stunned while Seraphina climbed to the top rope and launched himself into a body splash... landing hard on the mat as Amanda moves out of the way just in the nick of time!

Simone: Crash and burn!

With Seraphina down, Amanda takes full advantage with the intention of maintaining that advantage. She picks up Seraphina and delivers a bone jarring snap suplex. Unfortunately for her, Amanda is ready for another and proves this by picking Seraphina up and dropping her down in the same method but this time with even more ferocity. With Seraphina affected in this way, Amanda picks her up and attempts to throw her into the ropes but Lucy reverses it! On the rebound, Seraphina scoops her up but Amanda scissors her head and swings her down to the mat! The momentum causes Lucy to tumble across the ring and she slides under the ropes and hits the arena floor! As Amanda looks to Tim and winks, Holly begins her/his/(whatever!) count....

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Amanda, becoming tired of waiting for her opponent to re-enter the ring, decides to go out and help her in this function. In the course, she interrupts Holly's count, forcing her to restart it. Amanda rolls Lucy back inside and quickly follows. Amanda grabs her opponent and sends her hard into the corner and gets a running start and jumps, turning her back in mid air for a flying butt avalanche -- but Lucy moves and Amanda slams her back (and backside) hard into the turnbuckles!

Simone: I don't care how much 'back' she got, that is going to hurt!

Amanda slowly slumps down into the corner and Lucy somersaults over and jumps, tagging Spike!

Immediately Spike climbs into the ring, and as Tim looks down to his partner encouragingly, he does not see his father race in and grab the top rope -- and the young Staggs get flipped over the ropes and inside of the ring the hard way!

Adams: Somehow I think Spike isn't so hesitant about wrestling his son any more!

Spike grabs Tim and hits him with a European uppercut and goes for an Irish whip but Tim reverses it and uses his legs to catch his father with a drop toe hold that causes Spike to fall and catch his face and throat across the middle ring rope!

Simone: And just like that, the advantage is Tim Staggs's!

Adams: I bet Spike isn't too thrilled about how good a job he's done with training Tim!

Tim sends him into the ropes again and this time jumps and catches his own father with the Slingblade aka the sleeper drop neck breaker! Tim dashes into the ropes and delivers a kick that knocks Spike over onto his chest and stomach and he applies the camel clutch.

Simone: Spike's reluctance to possibly hurt his son inside of that ring may be costing him and Lucy a spot in the second round!

Holly asks Spike if he quits as Tim tightens the hold but the elder Staggs refuses to yield. After tiring of this particular method towards victory, Tim releases the hold and brings Spike to his feet. Tim delivers a reverse STO, and then goes up to the middle turnbuckle. He measures Spike carefully and leaps for a flying head butt but Spike rolls out of the way and Tim crashes, driving his own head straight into the canvas!

Adams: Ha ha ha! I know Tim's got a hard head but he won't get away with a mistake like that!

Simone: Maybe that impact will knock some sense into the young Staggs!

Spike does a kick up to his feet and springs to the top turnbuckle and jumps off the turnbuckle with a moonsault onto his son!

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Tim kicks out!

Spike pulls Tim back to his feet and ducks behind him, bringing him right back down with a picture perfect German suplex into a bridge!

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Tim manages to kick out again!

Simone: It looks like it's time for a little tough love on the part of Spike! He is now showing his son just why HE'S a SCW hall of Famer!

Spike grabs Tim's arm and twists it into an arm wringer, then DDTs Tim's arm into the mat and immediately traps the younger man in the double armbar submission.

Simone: Spike is giving Tim a wrestling lesson!

Tim refuses to give in and Spike finally releases the hold. Spike brings him to his feet and swings but Tim blocks it and forearm smashes his father right in the face! Tim sets him up for an Irish whip but Spike reverses it and tries for a leg lariat but Tim blocks it, catching Spike's leg and takes him down with a dragon screw!

Adams: Well, looks like Spike taught Tim a little TOO well!

Tim Irish whips Spike into the corner hard and charges in, jumping up to deliver a dropkick but Spike ducks down and Tim crotches himself on the middle turnbuckle!

Simone: You were saying?

Adams: Well .. it's not like he was using those any how.

Spike looks down at his son as he slumps to his back in the corner, holding himself in obvious agony.

Simone: Okay, I don't think Spike likes where this match has gone.

Spike leans in to check on Tim but the hurt young man swats his father's hand away. Spike frowns, and tries to check on him again but again, Tim knocks his hand away.

Simone: These two were seemingly growing closer with this whole Brother Grimm mess but Tim is in pain and he wants no pity showed to him.

Fed up but being determined to help his son, Spike leans down to forcibly help Tim to his feet -- only Tim comes from out of nowhere with an inside cradle!

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3 - NO! Spike kicks out!

Adams: Did Tim Staggs just play his father!?

Simone: It certainly looks that way!

Before Spike knows what is happening, Tim sends him into the near corner and dives in, driving his shoulder into his father's stomach with a spear! Before Spike has a chance to draw in a much needed breath, Tim grabs him into a side headlock and races out, planting him face first with a running bulldog! Tim then drags Spike up in a rear waist lock and lifts him up and over with a German suplex -- followed by a second...!

Adams: I think Tim's fake out may get him the win right here!

Tim drags him up for the Trifecta but Spike puts on the brakes, blocking it! Tim fights it, throwing a forearm into the back of Spike's head and neck. he then goes to send him into the ropes but Spike manages to reverse it! Tim ducks behind and ensnares his dad's arm for a crucifix but then slides down his back for a sunset flip -- only to have Spike collapse his knees onto his son's shoulders with his legs hooked firmly under his arms...

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Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Simone: He did it! Spike Staggs did it!

The crowd cheers as Lucy hurries into the ring and Holly raises her and Spike's arms as the fans cheer!

Justin: Here are your winners, advancing to the next round -- SPIKE STAGGS and LUCY SERAPHINA!

Amanda checks on and consoles a dejected Tim Staggs as Spike and Lucy celebrate.

Adams: And Tim had things going for him, right up until the end!

Simone: And he got just a little too over confident and his father showed him just exactly why there is no substitute for experience.

Spike then turns to his son who is finally back on his feet and he extends his arms, and Tim walks right into them for a fond embrace between the pair as the fans and their partners clap for the display of family affection.

Backstage, Sam can be seen pacing along the hallway near the gorilla position where techs and other wrestlers can be seen. Lost in thought, she takes ten paces turns then paces back all the while mumbling to herself and rubbing her hands together. Unnoticed, Ben Jordan is able to walk up behind Sam and is surprised when she turns suddenly right into him, a squeak of surprise escaping her as he just chuckles.

Ben Jordan: Whoa there darlin' I know I have a magnetic personality but this is a bit extreme don't you think?

Rolling her eyes, Sam steps back, her own shaky laughter joining his.

Samantha Marlowe: Funny Ben, real funny. What were you trying to do, give me a heart attack or something?

Sam's voice registers relief as she once more begins to pace as Ben watches, his grin still in place but a bit of concern appearing.

Ben Jordan: What's got your knickers in a twist Sam?

Samantha Marlowe: It's the match tonight. I don't know what I am going to do. I've never been in this dang thing before and I don't know if I will have to deal with Raab or not. Ben, that man scares me and I don't scare easy.

Reaching up, Ben puts his hands on the shoulders of Sam to stop her pacing. Guiding her towards one of the equipment boxes nearby, he sits her down and puts his hands on either side of her as he leans close.

Ben Jordan: I've been in this tournament before darlin' and trust me, you are safe from Raab, he's Rage's problem. You have to worry about Gothika, well, I wouldn't worry much. You have this Sam, you are the bloody Bombshell champion.

Sam's eyes widen a bit at Ben's comment.

Samantha Marlowe: I am aren't I?

Ben lets a hand bounce off Sam's forehead gently as he smiles.

Ben Jordan: By George I think she's got it. Now, if it will make you feel better, I can watch your back for you.

Ben pushes himself up and turns to sit beside Sam who lets her glance fall to the floor for a moment before she turns to look at Ben with a grin.

Samantha Marlowe: Yeah, it will make me feel better. And you gotta promise me something...

Ben raises one eyebrow quizzically as he tilts his head, curious at what he is going to be asked to promise as Sam gets off the case and stands in front of him. She looks at him worriedly, biting her lower lip before speaking.

Samantha Marlowe: You have to promise me that if by some crazy thing happening and Raab does try to do something, you will...

Ben stops her by putting a finger over her lips.

Ben Jordan: Sam, nothing is going to happen but I'll do you a favour and promise. Now put that worry out of your mind and get ready for your match.

Sam's face lights up as she smiles, her worries seeming to disappear.

Samantha Marlowe: Thanks Ben, knew I could count on you.

Sam turns and begins to walk away, a bounce in her step as she does. Ben shakes his head, watching her walk away as he crosses his arms and a smile crosses his features.

Ben Jordan: Not a bad view to be watching if you ask me. Very easy on the minces.

The camera cuts to the backstage hallway and Joshua Acquin rounds the corner just outside Steve Ramone's door. Joshua starts to bang on the door.

Joshua: Stevie boy where are your goons now? Could you only hire them one week?

Joshua bangs on the door some more as Steve isn't opening the door.

Joshua: Steve you can't stay in there all show. I mean the management has something big planned and they told me to get you.

Joshua walks around the corner just outside the view of the door if it was to open, a few seconds pass and the door opens revealing Steve carrying the SCW Roulette Title over his shoulder and being flanked by Andreas and Cyrus, Steve looks around before frowning.

Steve: Josh, if this was some elaborate way for you to kick my ass, keep in mind that I've got back-up.

Steve says as he motions to his bodyguards.

Steve: Besides, if management does have something big planned don't you think they'd send some stage hand to get me instead of you Josh?

Joshua: If I wanted to kick your ass I could, I mean lets face it who is so worried that they need bodyguards to save them and I think during our match they helped you out.

Joshua gets into Steve's face.

Joshua: Let's face it when we were the Tag Team Champs, I was the heavy lifter of the team. I did all the work while you had to worry about your looks. That championship looks real nice on you, but it will look better on me.

Joshua backs away.

Joshua: How about this champ you put that championship on the line at let's say Blaze of Glory or are you a little chicken shit like before with the tag team champions. I will even let you confer with your bodyguards so they can make sure your calendars are synced.

Steve: That's rich coming from the moron who left me high and dry in the title match against Danger Zone.

Steve responds as he rolls his eyes.

Steve: And as for Blaze of Glory, get in line Josh, I'm going all the way in the Blast from the Past Tournament and there's nothing you can do about it!

Joshua shakes his head.

Joshua: If my memory serves me you clocked me in the head with your belt. I was trying to help then wham. But might i refresh your memory that even though you are in this tournament you still can defend your beliefs right there. I could also make sure that you lose and not advance the thing is I could beat you before your match and roll your body into that ring. Alexis will be thanking me. So until you say I get my match man to man, i will make your life a hell. So do the right thing!

Simone: Climax Control 141 as been an amazing thus far.

Adams: It sure has and no one has been threatened with a power too....

The lights go down during Jason's sentence as the crowd begins to murmur. A video pops up on the screen as it shows footage of a past Climax Control. It shows a woman lying on the concrete with her face pointed away from the camera.

Voice: For months, I have searched long and hard for the individual responsible for what happened that fateful night. The night where everything changed in an instant.

A voice begins to come over the speakers as the video changes to last week. It shows the clip of Twisted Sister about to drill a hole into Roxi Johnson's head.

Voice: I have searched far and wide for that individual. Last week, my suspicions were true.

The lights come back up as Zuri Chastain is standing inside the ring as the crowd lets out a collective gasp. She is holding a microphone as her face is still covered with her mask.

Zuri Chastain: I have been getting a lot of questions about last week. I promise you all will get answers.

Zuri pauses while shooting a smirk across her face.

Zuri Chastain: When I see fit. I came out here to send a message to Twisted Sister. You sure love to bully the weaker bombshells but why don't you try that shit with me. Let's see if you are as nuts as you say. Everyone can attest that I'm not your ordinary bombshell. Don't believe me ask Roxi, ask Mercedes Vargas and they will tell you that when it comes to this division. I am the last one you want to tangle with now Twisted Sister, you have until Blaze of Glory to answer my challenge. Remember, NO ONE CROSSES LADY JUSTICE.

"Case of the Ex" strikes up as Zuri throws the microphone down again.

Adams: Is Zuri suicidal?

Simone: No but she does speak the truth.

Zuri stands near the ring ropes with that stoic look on her face as the cameras cut away.

Simone: It's time for the next Blast from the Past Tournament match and it's a big one as it features the reigning Bombshell Champion Sam Marlowe teaming up with Rage to take on Lord Raab and Gothika of The Fallen.

Adams: I have to wonder just how the bosses convinced Lord Raab, a man who has a very well documented hatred of women, to sign up for the tournament in the first place! It's like a racist running for president!

Simone: Donald Trump says hi, anyway let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round match in the Blast from the Past Tournament!

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

Justin Decent: Introducing first, from Houston Texas, she is the reigning SCW Bombshell Champion Sam Marlowe!

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

Simone: You have to wonder what will happen if Sam and Rage make it to the finals, will she defend the Bombshell Title in that tag team match?

Adams: Not only that but if she's knocked out earlier and the team that knocks her out gets knocked out do you think the Bombshell on that team will try to lobby for a title shot?

Justin: And her partner!

Monster by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Wrath, Rage, appears from behind the curtain. His manager, Synn, stands on one side of him, while his valet, and fellow Seven Deadly Sins stablemate, Kittie, stands on the other. They stand at the entrance for a few moments before Rage raises his clenched fist above him, eliciting several cheers from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring with a dark almost demonic look on his face.

Justin: Now residing in Las Vegas, Nevada. Standing 6ft 8inchs tall and weighing in at 300lbs he is the Sin of Wrath Rage!

Adams: Do you think Justin pointed out Rage's height just for the fact that Sam looks tiny next to him?

Simone: So do most of the Bombshells Jason but aside from the fact that Sam isn't even the shortest Bombshell on the roster and whatever the reason he mentioned Rage's height is they are definitely an odd couple team.

Once he gets to the ring, he pulls himself up to the apron, using the second rope, then steps over the top rope to enter the ring. Synn and Kittie take their place on the outside of the ring as Rage looks to the backstage entrance. His music dies down and he waits for his opponents to enter.

Justin: And their opponents!

Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask.

Justin: First, from Cologne, Germany, weighing in at 230lbs he is The Masked German Monster Lord Raab!

Simone: Somehow I get the feeling that there isn't a single Bombshell in the back that envies Sam for being in this match.

Adams: No kidding! All color drained from her face the moment Raab's music hit!

Raab ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start with Henry standing outside of the ring.

Simone: Hopefully Raab will behave himself to......

Belinda doesn't even get to finish her sentence before Raab tries to charge at Sam, thankfully for the Bombshell Champion Rage quickly steps into her path blocking the German superstar from getting anywhere near Sam much to her relief, it's this and a few words of encouragement from Rage's entourage at ringside that calms Sam down as she begins to regain her confidence.

Adams: I guess that's one benefit of having a monster for a tag team partner.

Simone: Somehow I doubt that Gothika agrees with that, especially after what just happened.

Justin: Err, and his partner!

The lights go out and eerie organ music starts to play softly accompanied by the screech of a raven. On the videotron, a large full moon covers the screen, and the silhouette of a bat flies forward and changes into the shadowy silhouette of a woman.

Justin: From Detroit, Michigan, representing The Fallen, Gothika!

The beat of the music suddenly kicks in as the lights start to pulse blood red, and the silhouette reveals itself to be Gothika standing on the stage.

Simone: I think it's clear that Gothika wants to avenge Raynin's defeat in last week's Main Event!

Adams: That's if she can cooperate with Raab that is!

The lights go back to normal and she stands there unmoving, almost cold and emotionless for a few moments, then she throws her fist in the air as she hisses at the crowd, baring her fangs before she walks slowly down the ramp towards the ring. She slides under the bottom rope, and slithers to the middle of the ring before she climbs to her feet. She then climbs a turnbuckle, throws her fist into the air, hissing at the crowd again. She jumps down and goes across the ring to the other turnbuckle and throws her fist in the air again, hissing at the crowd. She then slowly climbs down and leans against the turnbuckle, waiting for the match to begin.

Simone: The tension in this match is so thick that you can cut it with a steak knife.

Adams: And that's just the tension between Raab and his partner!

Raab has indeed turned his attention to Gothika who is clearly not happy with who she got stuck with for a tag team partner, across the ring from them Sam has wasted no time in volunteering to let Rage start the match for her rather than risk being alone in the same ring as Rage and once Gothika sees this she swiftly gets out onto the apron herself prompting Drew to call for the bell.

DING DING DING

Simone: And here we go!

Adams: Let's hope that Rage can keep Raab's attention away from the Bombshells long enough for them to have a match!

Raab looks like he's going to lunge after Sam again but Rage spins him around and levels the masked monster with a massive right hand that sends the German superstar reeling, at least for a few seconds before Raab returns the favour and the two men start a brawl in the middle of the ring whilst their partners watch on from ringside, Rage backs Raab up against the ropes and backs up to attempt a clothesline, Raab, most likely on instinct alone, drops down whilst pulling the top rope down with him, however Rage stops his charge and instead lays into Raab with a few stomps.

Simone: I can't count the number of times I've watched Superstars and Bombshells fall for that trick since SCW opened so it's refreshing to see it not work.

Adams: I think the fact that it would've meant Rage leaving Raab alone in the ring with two Bombshells and only a scrawny ref to stop him from attacking them played a part, call me crazy.

Drew orders Rage to back off of Raab and the sin does so without hesitation instead picking up Raab and whipping him off the ropes, Raab ducks under Rage's attempt at a clothesline on the rebound and Rage turns around only to be met with a Chokeslam by Raab who shows some impressive strength considering that he's the smaller of the two men! Raab goes for the first cover of the match 1......2.....and Rage kicks out.

Simone: Did you see Raab's strength?!

Adams: I felt it!

Raab shoots a glare at Drew but Drew stands his ground and orders Raab to continue the match, Raab shakes his head before getting back up to his feet whilst dragging Rage up with him and once both men are back on their feet Raab tries to whip Rage off the ropes to attempt a follow-up move to the chokeslam, however it quickly becomes obvious that Rage used Raab's momentary distraction to recover from said chokeslam as Rage is able to hit Raab with a massive clothesline on the rebound!

Simone: And now it's Rage's turn to show off his power!

Adams: Considering the styles that these two men employ I think we will see a lot of power moves before the Bombshells get tagged in!

Rage goes a cover on Raab 1......2......and Raab kicks out at the count of two! Rage knows better than to argue with an SCW referee over a slow count however and simply picks Raab back up following the failed pin-fall attempt but Raab is still able to surprise the larger athlete with shots to Rage's midsection that effectively knock the wind right out of Rage and doubles him over in the process, sensing an opportunity to end the match quickly Raab hooks Rage's head and grabs both arms looking for the Killerbuster only for Rage to get out of it with a modified Northern Lights Suplex which he holds onto for another cover 1......2......and Raab kicks out again.

Simone: If Raab had hit his finisher we would've seen the shortest match in Blast from the Past history!

Adams: And the shortest time that the Bombshell Champion has spent in the tournament!

Both men get to their feet following Rage's move and another brawl ensues this time with Raab starting it, the brawl goes on for several minutes and despite the size difference between Rage and Raab it is fairly even between the two men but eventually Raab is able to gain the advantage by ducking under a wild right hand by Rage and hitting him with a Snap Suplex! Raab floats over into a cover on Rage 1......2......and Rage kicks out, Raab picks up Rage and whips him off the ropes looking for a clothesline on the rebound, the clothesline hits but Rage had the same idea and they end up hitting each other with clotheslines knocking them both down.

Simone: Looks like the Bombshells will soon take centre stage in this match!

Adams: And they are ready for action!

Sam and Gothika hold their hands outstretched ready to tag in their partners all though it is clear that Gothika is a bit more reluctant to tag in her partner due to Raab's attitudes towards women in general, Rage gets to his corner first and promptly tags in Sam who almost enters the ring......but stops dead in her tracks when she realizes that Raab has lost all interest in tagging in Gothika and is glaring her way.

Simone: This could turn ugly real fast.

Adams: And I don't want to be Drew right now because I don't think Raab's going to listen to reason!

Jason's suspicions are confirmed when Raab ignores Drew ordering him to tag in Gothika and Rage chooses to stay in the ring to act as a deterrent to Raab until something is done about him, eventually it's Gothika that comes to Sam's rescue as she gets a blind tag in on Raab who spins around once he realizes what is happening, even then it still takes a few seconds for Raab to leave the ring as, after a bit of prompting by Henry, he reluctantly steps out onto the apron as does Rage prompting Gothika and Sam to get into the ring.

Simone: Things were tense for a second there but now the Bombshells take centre stage!

Adams: I'm still worried about Raab, I know the guy's wearing a mask but look at his body language, he's fuming right now!

Simone: Good catch, let's hope that incident was the last in this match.

With that incident behind them Sam and Gothika circle the ring before locking up in the middle of the ring, Gothika uses her superior strength to back Sam up into a neutral corner but Sam is able to duck under Gothika's attempt at a punch before firing off several shots to Gothika's face and whipping her to the opposite corner and hitting her with a running Hurricanrana after Gothika stumbles out of the corner! Sam holds on for the cover 1......2......and Gothika kicks out!

Simone: Sam just showed why she was the one to finally dethrone Mikah at My Bloody Valentine II!

Adams: Yeah but if Gothika can pin her tonight she might have a claim to a title match!

Gothika rolls out of the ring to buy herself from breathing room and Sam gets ready to go for a Suicide Dive, however when she remembers just how tall her partner is she calls him over and makes the Military Press motion with her hands before pointing to the outside more specifically where Gothika is stranding, needless to say it doesn't take Rage long to catch on.

Rage: Are you sure?

Sam nods without hesitation and Rage looks towards Drew who merely shrugs his shoulders in response so he picks Sam up into a military press and walks over to the ring ropes, when Gothika looks up Rage launches Sam from the ring to the outside in a modified springboard cross body of sorts knocking Gothika to the ground and bringing the crowd to their feet.

Simone: Sam just used Rage's massive size for her own pleasure!

Adams: There are so many dirty jokes that I can make about that sentence that it's not even funny!

Simone: Normally I'd say keep it clean Jason but I was the one who dropped the innuendo so......

Adams: KEEP IT CLEAN BELINDA!

Sam picks up Gothika whilst Rage returns to the apron and rolls her into the ring before following her in by the count of four, it's at this point that Raab tries to enter the ring but Drew's quick on the ball and zooms over to Lord Raab ordering him back onto the apron which he returns to reluctantly, however in the process he almost missed Sam's pin on Gothika 1......2.......and Gothika kicks out.

Simone: If it weren't for Raab Sam could've won the match right there.

Adams: I just know that this isn't going to end well.

Sam picks Gothika back up but Gothika pushes her off the ropes and drives Sam into the matt with a Spinebuster on the rebound! Gothika goes for a cover on Sam 1......2......and Sam kicks out! Gothika shakes her head in response to the failed pin attempt and, whilst casting a wary eye towards her tag team partner, picks up Sam and whips her off the ropes, Gothika goes for a clothesline on the rebound but Sam ducks under it and leaps to the middle rope before attempting another Hurricanrana, this time however Gothika has it scouted and instead practically Powerbombs Sam through the matt!

Simone: Sam's fast on her feet but Gothika has the strength and experience advantage.

Adams: If they do meet in a title match down the line that will be a deciding factor in it!

Gothika goes for a cover on Sam 1......2......and Sam kicks out just in time! Rather than argue with the ref about it however Gothika calls for the finish.

Simone: Gothika's going for the Long Kiss Goodnight!

Adams: I wouldn't complain about a long kiss between them!

Simone: And things are back to normal, KEEP IT CLEAN JASON!

Gothika waits for Sam to get to her feet and runs up the turnbuckle before jumping back and going for a Stunner, however Sam ducks out of the way at the last second and Gothika eats nothing but canvas! Rather than go for a cover however Sam climbs the top rope and hits her own finisher on Gothika executing a beautiful Shooting Star Press!

Simone: SAMMISAULT!

Adams: Stick a fork in Gothika! She's done!

Sam holds on for the cover 1......2......3!!!!

Justin: Here are your winners and the team advancing to the second round of the Blast from the Past Tournament Rage and the reigning SCW Bombshell Champion Sam Marlowe!

Simone: What a match!

Adams: Err, Belinda, Raab has just entered the ring.

Sam is so caught up in her celebration that she doesn't notice the masked German behind her before she backs into him, when she turns around she looks like she's seen a ghost as Raab looks ready to attack her.

Simone: This is almost like a horror movie and Raab is the monster!

Adams: Except this is real life and Sam's in real danger.

Drew tries to get Raab to back off as Sam falls to the ground but Raab swats him aside like he's an annoying fly, Raab grabs onto Sam's head whilst calling for the Killerbuster but thankfully for Sam Rage tackles Raab before he can get that far and starts brawling with him.

Simone: Thank god for Rage!

Adams: I'm pretty sure Sam's thanking more than a few deities right now!

Sam quickly leaves the ring whilst the brawl continues and assures Kittie that she's fine whilst Synn helps Gothika out of the ring, eventually security pours out to break up the brawl but by then Sam and Gothika are long gone.

The camera opens up just by the refreshments table backstage. Standing just next to it, leaning against the wall, is none other than former Bombshell Internet Champion and leading "lady" of The Nobodies, Alexis Edwards. The hood of her black jacket is down and she has her cell phone in hand, and she appears to be busy texting someone. She grins a moment later when she sends the message, putting her phone back in her pocket and she walks to the table, looking at what treats they've been supplied tonight. She grabs a bottle of water, and turns her nose up at the various foods on the table and just as she twists the cap off the bottle of water, Pussy Willow walks up to her with a friendly smile on her face. Alexis rolls her eyes as she takes a quick drink of water before she replaces the cap on the bottle.

Alexis: Why do you do that?

Pussy Willow tilts her head with a confused look.

Pussy: I'm sorry. Do what?

Alexis: Walk up to me with a smile on your face. You can't stand me anymore than anyone else can, so you don't need to fake a damn smile, blondie.

Pussy Willow keeps the smile on her face, and we can't tell if it's genuine or just used to annoy Alexis.

Pussy: Well, part of my job is being impartial to every Superstar and Bombshell. Even the ones that make it difficult to be around.

Alexis: Whatever.

Before Alexis can walk away, Pussy Willow stops her.

Pussy: Congrats on advancing to the second round in the Blast From The Past tournament. You're now one step closer to securing a shot at the World Bombshell Championship.

Alexis just laughs.

Alexis: Because I give a shit about the World Bombshell Championship? Sorry, but I don't. And I sure as shit don't give a shit about teaming with Steve Ramone...if you hadn't already figured that out.

Pussy: I think everyone figured that out a long time ago, but I must admit I'm surprised you don't seem interested in a shot at the World Bombshell Championship. Especially now that your bestie, Mikah, isn't the champion anymore.

Alexis narrows her eyes at Pussy Willow.

Alexis: I don't know how many times I have to tell you people that Mikah isn't my bestie. And not only that, but I still don't care about the World Bombshell Championship. Sam Marlowe being the champion now hasn't changed my opinion on that.

Pussy Willow just nods, and Alexis can tell she doesn't believe her.

Pussy: If that is the case, why did you even bother signing up for this tournament? Unless you didn't think you'd actually stand a chance at winning it?

Alexis laughs and shakes her head.

Alexis: Ya know, you people prove more and more that you never pay attention to a damn thing anyone in The Nobodies says. I signed up hoping I'd get teamed with Tim or Connor. They're the only ones who I could trust in this shitty ass tournament.

Pussy: But I'm still confused. So does that mean that had you been teamed with Tim or Connor, you'd actually be interested in the World Bombshell Championship? Because why sign up for a tournament where the prize for winning is a guarantee shot at the top titles?

Alexis closes her eyes and lets out a sigh. She twists the cap off her bottle of water again, but she doesn't take another drink right away.

Alexis: It's not that hard to figure out, dumbass. I don't give a shit about the title shot, but had I been paired with Tim or Connor, I'd give it my all to make sure we'd win to get one of them the shot at the World Heavyweight Title. You think I give a shit about Steve Ramone getting that shot?

She shakes her head.

Alexis: Because I don't. Tim and Connor deserve the title more than that piece of shit.

Pussy: Tell the truth, Alexis. You were actually holding out hope that you'd get teamed with Tim, right? I know you wouldn't have a problem teaming with Connor, but...you really wanted to be teamed with Tim, right?

Alexis: He's my best friend. Of course I'd want to be teamed with him.

Pussy: Maybe because you were hoping it would bring you two closer together? You two possibly winning the top championships together and all...

Alexis continues to glare at Pussy Willow. Her hand starts shaking as she's growing angrier.

Alexis: What the hell are you getting at, Pussy? We're best friends. We're stablemates. Obviously it would be pretty awesome to win the titles together. IF I cared about winning the title in the first place. I swear...You're making me sound like a broken record and it's getting annoying.

Pussy Willow laughs.

Pussy: Nevermind, Alexis. Forget I even said anything. You clearly can't admit to what we all know. Either that, or you really are toying with poor Tim's heart and---AHHH!

Pussy Willow shrieks as Alexis suddenly throws the bottle of water right in her face! Alexis then tosses the bottle on the floor. She takes a step towards Pussy Willow, getting right in her face as Pussy Willow stands there, still in shock as the water drips down her face.

Alexis: Listen, bitch...Don't talk about shit you know nothing about. I'm so sick of you people making something out of nothing just because you enjoy bullshit gossip and rumors. Fuck off and stay the hell away from me!

Alexis turns and storms off down the hall as Pussy Willow stands behind. The cameraman hands her a towel, which she gladly accepts and starts to dry herself off.

Gold stars start to flash around the stage entrance as the arena lights start to drop out and a voice is heard saying "Do you wanna get rocked?" The name Alex Rush appears on the screen and the fans instantly burst in to cheers as Def Leppards "Let's Get Rocked" blasts through the speakers.

Adams: He's here!

Smoke appears at the top of the ramp as a spotlight hits the entrance way to see the back of a long haired man with one hand in the air holding up the devil horns sign. He turns around to more cheers as the spotlight shines on the face of Alex Rush! A line of security as seen either side of him as the lights brighten to show fans "held back" by security at the top of the ramp. Alex is wearing black leather pants with a red stripe down either side, a white shirt with the devill horns hand sign on in a faded gray colour. Around his wrist, a multi coloured scarf if tied. He looks to the held back fans and wave a hand at them in a presidential fashion before making his way down to the ringside area. Alex steps up the steps and through the middle and top rope and in to the center of the ring, his arms in the air with the devil horns sign as gold sparks fall from the roof. Justin moves toward him and hands him a microphone as the music fades out.

Adams: That's what you call an entrance.

Simone: Very rockstar

Alex raises the microphone to his lips.

Alex: Heeeeelllllllllllo California!

The crowd cheer as Alex starts to walk around the ring.

Alex: This is all new to me, not like walking, cause I've been doing that for years and not holding a microphone, cause I've so done that for ages too, nor being in front of a live crowd, but talking to you about me being a wrestler type bloke.

Alex scratches the side of his long hair.

Alex: I did ask if I could talk about cats, because everyone loves talking about a puss puss or two, but the fella in the back, I think his name is Charles, he's one of the bosses, told me no.

The crowd start to chant "Christian" causing a confused look on Alex's face.

Alex: Are you sure? Cause he looks like a Charles, or a Charlie or a Chuck. I should probably change his name in me phone to his real name later. Anyway, that fella told me to come out here and talk to you about the fact that I've signed like this contract to wrestle here.

The crowd give an appreciative cheer.

Alex: I know right? A fella like me that sells albums all over the world, has signed up to get his bits groped by men fighting over a belt, while they're not actually wearing pants, but I put me name down for it anyway, felt like a wicked thing to do after a few pints of vodka and these strange purple pills a teddy bear was selling.

The rockstar looks either way, his eyes darting to either side of the crowd.

Alex: Might need to see that furry little fella later.... Ironically, that is the same nickname me ex dolly bird gave to me junk, but let's not talk about her. I will still be doing the whole musical toury thing but I will be here when I can find me way to the arenas. It's not like I get lost a lot, but I do take a few wrong turns, I'll be singing me bum off here when they let me and taking on all these great little wrestler guys in the back. In fact, would ya like a song now?

The crowd cheer and Alex smiles.

Alex: Someone in the back there must have illegally downloaded a karaoke version of one of me tracks somewhere, who buys karaoke anyway? Go on, hook ya phone up to the speakers and play one of my songs and I'll have an old fashioned sing song. That Chucky guy is really getting his money's worth out of me tonight.

"Las Vegas" blasts from the speakers.

Alex: 'Ere, this one ain't one of mine, unless I drunk recorded again.

The gold lights begin to float around the arena as a man wearing a nice blazer with sunshades covering his eyes walks out onto the stage. The crowd instantly begins to boo as cameras pan towards it. Travis Nathaniel Andrews is standing there holding a microphone in his hand. He is looking at Alex Rush while shaking his head.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Cut MY damn music

The song abruptly stops as Alex Rush is standing inside the ring with a curious look on his face. Travis has slowly begun to descend down the ramp while looking at Alex.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Who in the hell let you into MY ring? Have you any idea how sacred that is?

Alex Rush is pointing at himself while scratching his head. He continues to watch Travis as he hops up onto the ring apron. Travis stands on the apron while pointing at him.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Just look at you. This place is going to the fucking dogs and Christian is leading the damn pack. These people may be cheering for you that's only because they feel sorry for you. They feel sorry that a rock and roll reject needs to pass himself as a wrestler. How in the fuck does someone who hasn't even had a damn match get special privileges huh? I have been here busting my ass and earning my take.

Travis pauses while stepping inside the ring. Alex goes to respond as Travis cuts him off by placing a hand over his microphone.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: You had your time for talking. It's because of you these people are bored in their fucking seat. You were out here talking about touring and selling albums. Tell me, have you sold out arenas while playing your "music?" Have you been sought after by several people for your talents? No, you are just a drunk who plays dress up. This isn't a game of dress up. If you don't want to be a wrestler then get the fuck out of MY ring. I am done playing second fiddle to Christian Underwood's play things. It's time for Mr. SCW to take control of this place. So do us all a favor and get your ugly ass out of my SPOTLIGHT.

Alex is starting to get upset that Travis interrupted his party. Travis shakes his head while looking at Alex.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Oh you didn't like when I interrupted your pathetic excuse for attention. Well, you can just...

Travis turns to leave before striking with Smash Talk to the face of Alex. Alex falls backward as his eyes are rolled back into his head. Travis looks down at him with his smirk.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: DEAL WITH IT

"Las Vegas" begins to play again as Travis drops the microphone and fixes his blazer. He shakes his head while the crowd is showering him with boos even more as he holds his arms out to his side.

Simone: The party just got stopped.

Adams: To say Travis is in a bad mood would be an understatement.

Travis exits the ring while walking up the ramp. He laughs as his personal assistant meets him on the stage. He looks over his shoulder at Alex Rush who is just now coming too. Travis smirks again as he disappears with Shawna right behind him.

Simone: That's one hell of an intro to SCW.

The camera cuts back to where the face of J2H is seen, holding the SCW World championship title belt over his shoulder. Ms Rocky Mountains is seen standing next to him holding a microphone.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am standing here with SCW World Heavyweight champion J2H. Tonight has been a huge night already with the returns of Amanda Cortez, Spike Staggs and Lucian Frost, as well as the debuts of Alex Rush and the confirmed signing of Melody Grace, and the retirement of Simon Jones, forcing one half of the SCW Tag Titles to go vacant and we are just minutes away from the grand finale as you defend your championship for the first time.

J2H holds his hand up.

J2H: Finally, you have something worth talking about by talking about me and my title because let's be honest, no one's gonna remember Amanda Cortez, Lucian Frost or Spike Staggs in a months time because they'll all be back home doing nothing. No one cares about a rockstar that has switched over to try his luck here. Simon retiring is probably doing the smart thing because I've beat him before, he knows he won't get his hands on my belt, but I thank Simon Jones for being someone I looked up to when I was here at first, and probably one of the few champions that held my title before that I respect, so thank you Simon, you will be missed.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: And Melody Grace?

J2H: Not the best way to go about it but smart business. Can we talk about those idiotic comments Casey made earlier?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Sure. How do you feel about Casey's comments, leading in to your first defence?

J2H: You know the old saying better to keep your mouth shut and be thought of a fool, rather than open it and remove all doubt? Well Casey is proof that he should keep that mouth shut a lot more often. Who the fuck sits there and cuts a promo talking about hot dog weiners for fucks sake? Who sits there and thinks this is a good idea, that this is gonna to help you get your hands on my title? Do people have to remind you to do simple things Casey, like tie your shoes, or even breathe?

J2H runs his hands over his head.

J2H: The respect might be there Casey, but there is no way, no way in hell that you are talking this title away from me and in just a few minutes, you're going to see why my era is going to be the best damn era SCW has ever seen. That's real talk bitches, enjoy being the first to experience what I'm bringing to the table as champion Casey.

J2H walks away as the camera cuts to the ringside area.

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the SCW world heavyweight championship.

"Ooooh... yeah, yeah... oh". The opening repeative line to Kanye West's "Power" starts to blast through the speakers as blue lights but through the now faded darkness in the arena. The image of a closed fist is seen on the screen before the letters 'J2H' appear on the screen

Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Austin Parker...

J2H and Austin Parker appear at the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos from the live crowd. The two nod to each other and start walking towards the ring. Austin is wearing faded blue jeans, a plaid shirt, cowboy boots and hat, as he walks slightly in front of the shirtless J2H, wearing gold shorts, boots and kneepads with "Power" written on the back of the shorts. Around his waist sits the SCW World championship title belt.

Justin: From Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds, he is J2H!

J2H and Parker reach the ring and J2H slides under the bottom rope while Austin stands outside. J2H moves towards the middle of the ring, both arms in the air, lifting the title above his head, before walking to the ropes and pulling himself on the middle rope in the center of the ring and raising the championship belt again.

Justin: And his opponent... hailing from Nashua, NH.... Casey Williams.

The opening lyrics and guitar rift to Five Finger Death Punch's "Jekyll and Hyde" start to blast through the speakers, as red and dark blue lights start to flash, the blue cutting through the red to create a purple effect. The fans cheer as the chorus kicks in.

Casey Williams appears at the top of the ramp, looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes looking through the crowd. Casey lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Freight Train Of Pain starts to walk towards the ring slowly, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the cheering crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Casey nods his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Casey puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps over the top rope, staring around at the booing fans. Casey raises his arms as the fans cheer louder.

As Casey turns to face J2H, J2H raises the belt high into the air with a cocky grin, as Casey stares a hole through him not taking the bait of being distracted by the World title belt. The ref meanwhile, checks both men for weapons before talking the title of J2H and raises it high before handing it to the time keeper and asking for the bell to be rung.

Adams: Williams isn't going get himself distracted this early.

Ding...

Ding...

Casey steps forward as J2H begin to talk trash but Williams smirks and raises a single hand telling him to bring it. J2H steps forwards and tries to get into the face of Williams, but it's more like face to chest, however, Williams pushes J2H away but J2H comes back with a series of forearm shots, but again Casey pushes J2H away, but this still doesn't deter J2H, who again charges at Williams, but Williams stops J2H with a boot to the face.

Simone: J2H just keeps coming back.

Adams: He's has to... especially against a man the size of Williams.

J2H lays on the mat holding his face, as Williams grabs J2H and pulls him to his feet, where he flings him into the corner turnbuckle an goes to follow up with a chop the chest, but J2H ducks out of the way and slides out of the ring away from Williams.

Adams: That will definitely slow J2H down.... That boot was vicious.

Simone: Not as much as chops to the chest.

Outside of the ring, J2H shakes off the cobwebs from the boot to the face, as Williams stares down at J2H from inside the ring, but quickly grows impatient and climbs out of the ring and heads towards J2H, but J2H sees Williams heading towards him and dives back into the ring. Williams places his hands on his hips and looks at J2H who smirks and waves at Williams.

Simone: J2H getting a little cocky here.

Williams shakes his head and goes to slide back into the ring but J2H dropkicks Williams, who stumbles away as he thinks about his next plans, he glares at J2H, who stands in the centre of the ring, watching Williams very carefully. Williams slowly inches towards the ring, as he expects another dropkick and before climbing onto the apron and then begins to climb over the ropes, however, before he can get his leg fully over, J2H moves in and hits a springboard dropkick to Williams who stumbles into the ring and into the corner.

Adams: Nice springboard dropkick... although if I was J2H I would focus Williams' legs.

J2H rushes Williams and climbs the ropes before delivery a series of lefts and right to the face of Williams, but Williams pushes J2H back, however, J2H lands on his feet and charges back to Williams and continues to deliver punches over and over again, but Williams again pushes J2H off, but J2H just comes back, however, this time Williams catches J2H and flings him hard into the turnbuckle, which sends J2H to the mat.

Simone: Didn't J2H learn his lesson the first time... when he kept coming back for more?

Adams: Obviously not.

J2H tries to crawl away from Williams, however, Williams just follows him and grabs him and proceeds to chop his chest, which echoes though the building as J2H collapses to his knees holding his chest, but Williams isn't done and pulls J2H up once more and hits him again with another chop to the chest and again J2H falls to his knees holding his chest.

Adams: Damn these chops!

Not letting J2H to get up and recover, Williams grabs J2H and picks him and goes to whip into the turnbuckle, but J2H counters and slides out of the ring, taking the moment to cover as he clutches at his chest. J2H then heads back towards the ring, as Williams watches and waits for him to get onto the apron, which J2H does and Williams approaches, however, before Williams can grab J2H, J2H grabs Williams head and jumps off the apron and Williams snaps back.

Simone: Good move there, but I doubt it will slow Williams down.

J2H then climbs back onto the apron before using the ropes and hits a springboard dropkick at Williams, who stumbles backwards, as J2H gets back to his feet and goes for another dropkick, this time aiming at Williams' leg.

Adams: J2H has the right idea... aim for the big man's legs.

Williams goes down to one knee, as J2H follows up with an STO before making a quick cover.

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Simone: Going to have to a lot more to pin a big man like Casey.

Williams kicks out with power and ease, as J2H climbs back onto Williams and begins to deliver left and rights to the face of Williams, Williams doesn't cover up but instead pushes J2H off. J2H then gets to his feet and pulls Williams to his feet, where he hits a leaping enziguri, which stuns Williams before again leaping and going for a lung blower, but Williams holds on J2H and counters into a powerbomb.

Adams: Oh crap... nice counter followed up with a powerbomb.

Simone: New champion?

J2H arches his back in pain, as Williams drops and covers J2H...

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Kickout...

Adams: No! J2H just about kicks out.

J2H barely kicks out, as Williams shakes off the cobwebs from STO and Enziguri that J2H delivered on him before going for another cover on J2H.

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Kickout...

Simone: Williams tries again... but not as close this time.

J2H kicks out again, as Williams shakes his head and rolls himself away from J2H, before grabbing the ropes and getting to his knees, where he rubs the back of his head, while J2H lays on the mat trying to catch his breath, after the powerbomb from Williams. Williams gets to his feet and heads over to J2H, where he grabs him and pulls him to feet and goes to set up for the Broken Soul, but J2H reaches Williams shoulders, J2H begins to punch Williams head, before sticking a thumb into Williams eye.

Adams: Williams looked to finish this, but J2H countered with a few punches and what appears to be a thumb or something to Williams's eye.

Simone: J2H had to escape from that move... more desperation.

The ref doesn't spot the illegal move, as Williams let's go and holds his face as he J2H drops to the ground, with J2H landing on his feet, J2H turns and bounces off the ropes and shoulder blocks Williams rights knee from behind. Williams goes down like a ton of brick holding his knee.

Adams: Shoulder block to Williams's knee...

Simone: That will certainly slow Williams down.

J2H smirks before slowly getting to his feet, where he grabs Williams's leg and proceeds to drop down and drive his elbow into Williams's knee, before getting up and doing it again, with Williams screaming out in pain, as he tries to stop J2H from doing it again.

Adams: J2H is really working that knee now.

J2H tries swing at Williams, but Williams ducks and Williams delivers his own swing, which connects to the side of J2H head, which forces J2H to break his hold on Williams's knee. Williams shuffles away from J2H and grabs the ropes and begins to haul himself up, while J2H rubs his temple, as he slowly makes his way to feet.

Simone: I don't know what else J2H can do.

With Williams barely standing, he looks at J2H who looks at Williams's bad leg and mocks him for it, but Williams hobbles to the centre of the ring, where J2H meets him and they lock up, but with Williams being the heavier man, he pushes J2H into the ropes, where he goes to head-butt J2H, but J2H slides out of the way and crawls through the legs of Williams.

Adams: J2H wasn't going to win that battle, but somehow he avoids the head-butt and slips between Williams legs.

J2H then pops up behind Williams, where he kicks the back of Williams's knee and again Williams drops down holding the ropes, J2H quickly follows up with a several kicks Williams' spine before turning and bouncing off the drops and this time drive a single knees to the back of William's head.

Simone: J2H goes straight back to that knee and makes sure that Williams isn't getting up again with kicks to the spine and one to the head.

J2H turns and uses the ropes and hits a springboard dropkick to the side of Williams's body, where he then falls sideways and J2H then rolls Williams onto his back, before turning and again using the ropes, he hits a springboard Legdrop the throat of Williams.

Adams: I can't see how J2H is going to finish off Williams... he doesn't have any submission finishers.

Simone: He is probably aware of it.

J2H realising the he won't be able to pick Williams up, he drags Williams away from the ropes before delivering several boots to the knee and head of Williams, before turning and climbing the ropes and goes for 21st Century Splash (Frog Splash) and hits it, before going for the pin.

Simone: He went for the frog splash instead.

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Adams: Always have a back and J2H wins and retains the title.

Justin: Winner of this match and still SCW world heavyweight champion... J2H.

Simone: J2H has overcome his first challenge as champion.

Adams: And the biggest man on the roster!

Austin Parker hands J2H the SCW world championship belt as Casey rolls out of the ring. J2H raises the title above his head as Casey looks on from outside. J2H gives Casey a firm repectful nod.

Simone: That's all we've got for now, join us next week where Blast From The Past continues and we will no doubt be dealing with the fallout from everything that has happened tonight. For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone. We'll see you next week.

Thank you! to Chris, Mark, Jenny, Annie, The Lord MK, Dustin, Frost, Amanda, Maggie, Mel, Joshua, Roxi, Casey, Simon, Mercedes, Court, and to everyone who roleplayed. Also to Annie again for the great match banners.