J2H: Before you sit there and boo, remember this idiots. I don't have to be here.

J2H turns his head, looking around the ring and out to the crowd.

J2H: But I am here because I'm not part time champion, I don't sit at home with my belt like so many others do just because someone is stupid enough to leave me off the card. I could have been anywhere in the world right now, anywhere if the world and I'm here to talk to you people, you should count yourself fucking lucky that you have a champion like me.

The crowd boo, but J2H ignores them.

J2H: Last week, I did exactly what I was told to do, and that was prove I was a champion by beating a former champion, and what happened? I beat the man known as Drake Green and walked out of here with this in my possession.

He runs his hand over the title belt over his shoulder.

J2H: And all I've heard all week is that I would never have beat Drake Green if Miles Blake didn't interfere.

J2H rolls his eyes.

J2H: I heard what was said, I mean because he's a billionaire and I have a shit load of money, we most know each other, right? We must run in the same circles, because we're rich, correct?

Adams: Don't billionaires meet up once a month to talk about how much money they have?

J2H shakes his head firmly.

J2H: Wrong! I have never met that man in my life, I have no idea who the fuck he thinks he is getting involved in my business, but I'm gonna put this to you idiots as clear as I can. I would have beaten Drake Green anyway, I would have recovered and dropped him like the waste of oxygen that he is. I would have taken him and ended his moments of relevence once and for all. I would have taken away any value Drake Green had. That old bastard Blake being there meant nothing, because the end result would have always been the same and I would have always walked away from this ring with the belt exactly where it should be.

Simone: That's debatable.

An arrogant smirk crosses his face as the crowd boo.

J2H: As for Miles Blake, I don't need help from you or anyone else, next time you get involved in one of my matches, I'm breaking your hip old man. I only warn once so take that very seriously.

He paces up and down the ring, lifting the microphone to his mouth.

J2H: So now I've beat Drake Green, who do I destroy next, who do I put this belt on the line against next at Summer XXXTreme IV. Well, I do owe Tuscini his match, but is he worthy of headlining a show with me?

J2H shakes his head.

J2H: No, he's no, I'll kick his ass before than cause he did answer my open challenge. I want someone that will give me a challenge, so I'm gonna put that in your hands SCW stuff. I'm gonna give you the chance to do what you want and end my title reign by picking the best person you feel can take my title. Not Rage though cause he's boring, and wouldn't end my run anyway, but I'm giving you the chance to do what you want and get this belt off me.

Simone: What does he mean?

Adams: I don't know.

He looks around to the crowd.

J2H: Oh, you idiots didn't know. There's someone back there been telling me they want to see me lose the belt ever since I won it. There's people in that locker room working together to get this belt off me, and in a few weeks time, I'm going to expose everything about how SCW works, and people conspiring against me to get my belt away from me.

A serious look crosses his face.

J2H: I know there's someone, more than one who don't want me as champion, regardless of the fact I have worked harder than any champion ever has here, and I'm sick of it. This is why I accepted an offer to do a shoot interview, where I will expose everything about SCW. Skeletons will come out of the closet and secrets will get revealed. If you wanna stick the knife in my back, I'm gonna do the same to you.

Adams: Is there any truth to what he's saying?

Simone: Damned if I know, but what I do know is J2H has been paranoid a lot lately. Everything from his championship belt to his relationship with Melody Grace.

J2H runs his finger through his hair.

J2H: So SCW staff, time for you to find someone who can do what you want and get this belt off me, or sit down and shut the fuck up and get behind a champion who has made this company have meaning again after a bunch of shit champions. Pick your very best guy SCW because whoever it may be, once I beat him, I want certain people to be shown their pink slip so you can unite behind the best damn champion that this place will ever see. If you do find someone that can beat me and get your wish, maybe then I'll tell you if the rumor Tommy Knocks said about on The Hotwire last week is actually true, but the thing is, there's no one here who can beat me, with or without people rooting against me. I will destroy anyone you put in front of me. Now that, is real talk bitches!

J2H throws the microphone in the air as Lights Out plays.

Simone: I have no idea what's gotten in to him, but maybe he does need to seek help about these paranoid moments he seems to be having a lot of lately.

J2H leaves the ring and starts to walk to the back as the camera cuts to a commercial.

Simone: It's time for tonight's opening match and it'll feature the debut of not one but two Bombshells as Eden and Remi, collectively known as Team Technicolor, team up to take on Azz & Class.

Adams: I wasn't even aware that Azz & Class where still employed! Still the new girls will have one hell of a mountain to climb if they want to impress.

Simone: True but who knows? We might be looking at the next Team Hero! Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Tag Team Contest is your opening match of the evening scheduled for one fall!

The arena fades to complete black for five seconds before the lights flash on and off a few times before Irresistible by Fall Out Boy featuring Demi Lovato starts to play. On the stage is Remington and Eden, standing back to back. One arm is down by their sides and the other is on their hip. Slowly, they slide down to a squatting position. Remi slides her hand down Edie's leg and Edie slides her hand down Remi's as they slowly stand back up, keeping their legs straight.

Justin: Introducing first, from Pa'ia, Hawaii, making their SCW debuts, Remi and Edie Team Technicolor!

Remi winks at Edie as they walk down the ramp next to one another, keeping the same pace as they wave to the fans before stopping at the foot of the ramp and posing with their backs to one another before walking to the ring and hopping up onto the apron before getting in between the bottom and middle rope. Eden goes to one of the turnbuckles and climbs up onto the second one before raising both arms in the air and shimmy's her chest a bit. Remi just sits on the middle rope, leaning against the top one.

Simone: These two young women made their debuts last week alongside Bad Company but this is their first official match!

Adams: I'm just mind screwed by how many different colors are in Remi's hair!

Justin: And their opponents!

"Red Lipstick" begins playing as the lights lower on the stage. White lights strobe as Torielle shoves her way through the curtains. She takes a few steps out to the cheering fans, throwing a fist in the air. She looks back to see no one following her so she stomps over to the curtains and shouts pointing. Just then Chanelle Martinez comes out facing backward letting her "Azz" enter first.

Justin: From Queens, New York, Torrielle Jackson and Chanelle Martinez Azz & Class!

The cheers get louder as the two argue back and forth. Chanelle puts a hand in Torielle's face much to her displeasure and they walk down to the ring. They crawl onto the apron and look at each other, kissing their cheeks before bending to get in the ring. They pause for a second shaking their moneymakers to the music before getting inside of the ring crossing turnbuckles to blow kisses to the fans.

Simone: In spite of all the experience they have as wrestlers Azz and Class haven't really been able to make as big a mark in the Bombshell Division as they'd like!

Adams: Yeah, the last time we saw them wasn't even in tag team competition as Torrielle took on Twisted Sister last year, it didn't exactly end well for her.

Jacob waits for the two teams to decide who's going to start for them but the wait doesn't last long as Torrielle decides to start the match for Azz & Class whilst Remi starts the match for Team Technicolor prompting Jacob to call for the bell.

DING DING DING

Simone: Based on what I've heard Remi is more of a technical wrestler whilst Edie is more of a high flyer, quite the mismatch of styles in that team.

Adams: Torrielle and Chanelle are both all-rounders and are bigger than Team Technicolor, not that I'm willing to say that to their faces, so this should make for an interesting match!

Remi and Torrielle circle each other for a couple of seconds before they tie up in the middle of the ring, Torrielle uses her weight advantage to back Remi into a neutral corner where Jacob forces the break, however whilst Jacob's back is turned Remi fires a cheap shot at Torrielle firing a punch at Torrielle's face, naturally Torrielle isn't amused by this and the two bombshells start brawling almost immediately with Jacob barely getting out of the way in time to avoid getting involved in their fistfight.

Simone: Well that didn't take long!

Adams: The fistfight or Remi's cheapshot?

Simone: Both!

The brawl continues for a few minutes but once again Torrielle's weight advantage gives her the advantage as she's eventually able to get Remi into a headlock in an attempt to slow down the pace, Remi pushes Torrielle to the ropes and shoves her off breaking up the headlock and sending her running to the opposite ropes in the process, however unbeknownst to Torrielle Edie has used this opportunity to tag herself in and on the rebound Remi drops down causing Torrielle to leap over her instinctively only to eat a high dropkick from Edie!

Simone: Wow! Did you see the height on that dropkick?!

Adams: Haven't seen highs like that since the last time Scott Oliver offered me a brownie!

Edie goes for the first cover of the match 1......2.......and Torrielle kicks out at the count of two! Edie picks up Torrielle and whips her over to Team Technicolor's corner where she tags Remi back in and the two women start double teaming Torrielle stomping away at her in the corner before picking her up and hitting Torrielle with a Double Suplex, whilst Edie leaves the ring Remi floats over into another cover on Torielle 1......2......and Torrielle kicks out again!

Simone: Remi and Edie have been very impressive so far!

Adams: But Chanelle wants the tag and their fortunes could change if Torrielle gets the tag!

Rather than argue about a slow count Remi locks in a sleeper hold on Torrielle in the middle of the ring, Chanelle starts getting the fans behind her tag team partner from the apron whilst Remi does her best to ignore the fans and focus on the match, eventually Torrielle starts to fade so Jacob gets into position to check on her status and see whether or not he should stop the match, one the first arm lift Torrielle's arm remains limp, the same goes for the second, however on the third......

Simone: Torrielle's still in this!

Adams: Has a sleeper hold ever actually ended a match in the past twenty years?!

Remi tries her hardest to keep Torrielle grounded but there's nothing that she can do as the more experienced Bombshell starts fighting her way back to her feet and once she is on her feet Torielle manages to get out of the hold completely by way of a Back Suplex! Torielle goes for the cover 1......2......and Remi kicks out.

Simone: This is the most vulnerable Team Technicolor's looked since the match began!

Adams: But if Edie can tag Remi back in they might be able to swing the momentum back in their favor!

Both Bombshells get to their feet at the same time and Remi tries to take back the advantage by way of a Clothesline only for Torrielle to duck under it and hit with a Reverse DDT! Torielle goes for another cover on Edie 1......2.......and Edie kicks out again, Torrielle backs up a bit and waits for Remi to get back to her feet which she does with some assistance from the ring ropes at which point Torielle tries to charge in for a follow up attack......only to charge right into a Superkick from Remi!

Simone: Damn, that Superkick could've given Steve's Fearless Shot a run for its money!

Adams: I'd hate to be the crash test dummies in that Superkick contest!

Thinking that she just won the match for her team Remi goes for a lazy cover on Torielle not even bothering to hook either of Torrielle's legs 1....2......and Torielle kicks out with ease much to Remi's shock! She immediately gets back to her feet and starts arguing with Jacob over a slow count be he's just as quick to point out how she put little effort into her pin-attempt, Remi's inexperience continues to shine through as she continues to argue with Jacob rather than keep up the attack on Torielle who is making her way over to Azz N' Class's corner.

Simone: Edie had better alert Remi before it's too late for her team's sake!

Adams: Edie's just as frustrated as her partner is but for completely different reasons!

By the time Remi realizes her mistake it's too late for her to do anything about it as Torielle has just tagged in Chanelle who comes in like a house on fire hitting the Rainbow Haired Bombshell with a clothesline hard enough to knock her out of her boots, Chanelle hits the Hawaiian with two more clotheslines before hitting her with a Spinebuster! Chanelle goes for the cover 1......2......and Remi kicks out!

Simone: And just like that Team Technicolor are on the ropes! No pun intended off course!

Adams: Edie has something in mind though! Remi just rolled over to her team's corner for a tag!

Edie gets the tag from Remi and Edie starts going toe to toe with Chanelle as the two fresh Bombshells go at it in the ring and their partners recover on the apron, after a few minutes of brawling Edie is backed up against the ropes by Chanelle who goes to whip her off the ropes only to be reversed, however Edie appears to have hurt her arm in doing so and Jacob checks on her as Chanelle makes her way across the ring!

Simone: How gullible is Jacob? In all my years as a commentator I've never seen anyone hurt themselves by whipping their opponents across the ring?!

Adams: Well to be fair this is probably the most attention a woman as attractive as Edie has ever given him!

However, Belinda's suspicions are confirmed because as soon as Chanelle has reached the opposite ropes Remi grabs her head from behind and drops hanging her off the ropes, Remi lets go as Edie keeps her ruse up but the move was enough to stun Chanelle leaving her doubled over long enough for Remi to sneak in and hit her with a Snap DDT!

Simone: I'm being told that Remi calls that the Remi-Snap and as much as I hate stealing your lines Jason we really need to invest in instant replay!

Adams: But I don't think Team Technicolor's done!

Remi goes back on the apron whilst Edie drops her ruse and Bombshell starts climbing the turnbuckle that they were using for their corner, Torielle tries to intervene off course but Remi spots her, gets in the ring and intercepts her by sending her flying over the top rope with a Dropkick whilst Edie nails Chanelle with a beautiful Shooting Star Press!

Simone: I'm being told that Edie calls that the Edie Flip and together that combination is called the Remi-Snap and Edie Flip!

Adams: What an original name!

Remi hits Torielle with a Suicide Dive for good measure whilst Edie goes for the cover 1.......2......3!!!!!!

Justin: Here are your winners Team Technicolor!

Simone: What a match and, setting their tactics aside, an impressive debut from Team Technicolor!

Adams: I think they just put the Bombshell Tag Division on notice!

Team Technicolor celebrate on the ramp whilst Torielle checks on Chanelle.

The cameras are backstage and see SCW Roulette Champion James Tuscini and Uncle Pinky arriving at the arena. They are carrying their bags in and talking strategy when Uncle Pinky's phone rings.

Uncle Pinky: You go on ahead; I'll catch up to you.

James nods and enters the arena. Uncle Pinky answers his phone. During his conversation someone yells over to him.

???: Yo Pinks... La cosa nostra.

Uncle Pinky looks around but doesn't see anyone. From behind two men in suits jump him and hold a rag over his face. Uncle Pinky slowly fades into unconsciousness as the men drag him off screen. The camera zooms in on Uncle Pinky's bags and the cell phone he dropped.

Uriella Abaddon and Lucy Seraphina walks into the backstage area. Lucy had a stone cold look on her face and Uriella looks worry. Lucy stops Uri nearly trips from the sudden stop.

Uri: What's wrong?

Lucy: We should have known...

Uri: What do you mean?

Lucy: I mean with Alexander. You realize we can't mess with us! Rachel, Raphael, Rhoda, the rest of the Rosangela clan are in danger from it. For the love of God Uri...it's tearing me apart that I have to watch the sibling that I'm closets to be scared like this. Uri...it's strange seeing our Mistress Rage like this. I hate seeing Rachel like this and I dunno what to do...

Uri frowns.

Uri: We carry on. We're family Lucy and we never ever give up. No matter what happens. We could be on the end of death and we beat it.

Uri sees a camera man out of the corner of her eye. The light is green and he was rolling. Uri looks at the Bombshell Tag Team Championships on both of their shoulders. Lucy takes notice and motions for the cameraman to come closer. He does.

Uri: You didn't expect us to win the titles did you? You'd thought HERO was again going to beat us. They put up a good fight and we won at the end of the "war". Since Mel, since Lucy and since I stepped into SCW you put your best, you put your worst, you put your old, your new against us. We've lost, we've won and yet we have never back down!

Lucy: We've been beaten, bloody, broken, and scrwed over. We've held gold, we've made an impact, we've won wars. You've called for a Tag Team Revoultion.

Uri: And that started when we won these belts. We'll glad to defend them when able to. We're fighting champions.

Lucy: So if you want to step up, bring it! We're right here and we're not going anywhere. Just know that you won't win these belts that easy.

Uri: We are the Angel Clan, we are your SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions and we're proud to be.

Lucy and Uri high five each other as the person in the cloak from last week walks over to them.

Uri: Oh no kiddin!

Lucy: Yep! Let's do this.

The camera cuts backstage to the parking garage to see a limousine pull up to the arena. The engine cuts off and Mikah's personal limo driver, Alfonso is seen getting out of the driver's seat and walks to the back and opens the door. A few seconds go by before Drake Green is seen getting out of the limousine and Mikah soon following him.

Mikah: You don't have to do this, Drake! It's not a good idea!

She grabs his arm as he heads towards the arena, clearly on a mission. She tries to stop him, pulling his arm by his wrist.

Mikah: Drake!

She shouts at him, to get his attention. He turns back toward her.

Drake: What? What do you want me to do? Let it go?

She raises her eyebrows a bit, giving him a bit of a 'Duh' look as she keeps a hold of his wrist.

Mikah: Yes! That's exactly what I want you to do! Let. It. Go.

She looks at him before bringing her bottom lip in between her teeth, biting on it softly.

Mikah: You don't know what he's capable of or who he's got on his side! Don't be. . .

She hesitates before looking into his eyes.

Mikah: . . . Stupid.

Drake's eyes just widen.

Drake: I can't, ok? Mark is never going to let me near that title again....that was it for me. That was the last shot I was ever going to have and I let it go.....HE took it from me. I will not let that go.

She sighs before running her hands through her blonde hair.

Mikah: Mark's an asshole but he's not the only one who's in control, Drake! And that...might not be it for you! You're over reacting!

She steps towards him, enclosing the space that was between them. She lets go of his wrist to wrap her arms around his waist.

Mikah: You don't have to go after him.

Mikah she looks up at him, pressing her body slightly into his. He can't help but smile at her.

Drake: Yes...I do. But don't worry. That mother fucker is like 80. I'm not going to hurt him.

She gives him a look, frowning a bit before letting go of him.

Mikah: I'm not worried about him, Drake! It's not him who I care about!

She gives him a pointed look before crossing her arms over her chest.

Mikah: It's you! You don't know what he's got up his sleeve and you're just going to go blindly into that arena to find him and what are you going to do if you find him?

She looks at him, waiting for an answer.

Drake: I don't know. I haven't thought about that. I just want to embarrass him...maybe break his fucking cane in half. Got any good ideas?

He smiles and winks at her.

Mikah: Yeah, actually I do.

She hesitates before looking around before she frowns, pouting slightly.

Mikah: Don't fucking do it. There's an idea.

He leans in and gives her a quick peck on the lips before turning back toward the door.

Drake: Not gonna happen, babe. Sorry.

She growls in frustration before walking to the door and leaning against it, blocking him from going into the building.

Mikah: No.

She looks at him, a serious look on her face.

Mikah: No, Drake. This is a BAD idea! And I know BAD ideas; my whole life was full of them. Please....

She stays leaning against the door before reaching out and grabbing his hands.

Mikah: Please don't do this. For me. Please don't do this for me.

She looks into his eyes, pleading with her own eyes. He lets out a sigh.

Drake: I have to. But I'll tell you what...afterwards....we can go anywhere you want. Just get away for a while. Has Leigh been to London?

She looks at him, still not moving away from the door.

Mikah: We can go anywhere that we want to right now, Drake! This is not necessary. I get that he ruined your chance, but there are other ways than this! I don't see this ending in a good way for you at all!

She reaches up, letting go of one of his hands and tucks her blonde locks behind her right ear.

Mikah: I don't want to see you get hurt. . .again.

She looks away from him, almost scared to show the vulnerable side of her that only he usually got to see.

Drake: I'll be fine. Come on...let's get inside.

She looks at him, narrowing her eyes at him.

Mikah: No! I won't watch you get hurt again, Drake.

However, she steps away from the door.

Drake: Ok so stay in the car. I'll be back....

She presses her lips together, looking at him before rolling her eyes.

Mikah: Fine, whatever.

She goes to walk away from him but she stops, closing her eyes before turning back to him and wrapping her arms around him, hugging him before leaning up and kissing his lips.

Mikah: Don't be stupid, okay?

Drake: Me? Never....Keep the engine warm.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and introducing first from Moscow Russia...accompanied to the ring by tag team partner Uriella Abaddon, she is one half of the Bombshell tag team champions...Lucy SERAPHINA!!

Assassin by Muse starts to play. As the chorus hits, Lucy jumps out of the stage and tosses her cloak off as Uriella steps on the ramp. Lucy looks around and starts to move swiftly down the ramp then jumps onto the stairs and climbs over the turnbuckle while Uriella follows behind. Flipping herself into the ring, she moves to the center and then screams loudly before preparing for the match.

Justin: And her opponent from Cardiff Wales...accompanied by the Bombshell champion Crystal Millar...Natalie MCKINLEY!

"Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl begins to play over the PA system, and through the curtains - and out onto the stage - walks Natalie McKinley, who is greeted by a cheer which turns into a mixed reaction as she is joined by Crystal Millar with the title over her shoulder. Natalie takes a moment to scan the crowd, before making her way towards the ring, and as she does so, she slaps the hands of some of the fans that reach out to her. After arriving at the ringside area, Natalie leaps up onto the ring apron, and steps through the ropes as Crystal moves towards one of the corners. Natalie then walks to the center of the ring, from where she again surveys the crowd, before turning her focus towards her opponent, as she awaits the start of the match.

Simone: Well this is interesting Jason. Crystal Millar our bombshell champion coming out with Natalie McKinley. Natalie seems to be one of the few friends that Crystal Millar has anymore in SCW.

Adams: You can say that again. And it could be something that Crystal will want to take advantage of considering just what has been going on in her life.

Simone: Well let's hope that Crystal will not be "helping" Natalie to pay her friend back for her help saving her from Kate Steele last week. And this match is about to get started right now...

Drew Patton motions for the bell as Lucy and Natalie meet in the middle of the ring. Both ladies reach out their hands sharing a quick handshake before beginning to circle each other. Locking up in a collar and elbow, Lucy twists Natalie into a standing headlock that McKinley breaks by pushing Lucy into the ropes. Lucy charges back into Natalie with a shoulder block that only staggers her back slightly before Natalie spins quickly with a discus clothesline that takes Lucy off her feet. Seraphina rolls to the outside near Crystal Millar who holds her hands up as Uriella moves around the ring in case Millar decides to make her presence felt.

Simone: Uriella definitely has the eye on Natalie's friend Crystal

Adams: It's like they don't trust her at all. I can see their point considering the roller coaster ride the Bombshell champion has been putting everyone through these past few months.

Simone: That's right Jason, we never knew just what was up with her.

Natalie reaches over the ropes to grab at Lucy who catches her around the back of the neck and jumps off the apron to bring McKinley's neck over the top rope. Lucy rolls back into the ring as Natalie staggers away from the ropes as she recovers. Leaning over with her hands on her knees, Natalie is caught by a swinging neckbreaker that brings McKinley hard to the mat as Lucy quickly grabs the leg but is powered off the pin by Natalie at one.

Adams: Natalie McKinley is too powerful to hold down for the pin with just a swinging neckbreaker. You may want to try something with a little more impact if you want to keep a woman like Nat down.

Lucy rolls to her feet and grabs Natalie by the hair and pulls her to her feet and uses a headbutt to keep her stunned a bit. Lucy again manages a head butt that also slightly staggers her but she has enough sense to use a short armed clothesline that brings Natalie back to the mat. Picking up Natalie again, Lucy pulls her into a front face lock and tosses Natalie's arm over her shoulder. Grabbing at the leg of McKinley, Lucy attempts a fisherman's suplex but Natalie is able to block it. Lucy again goes for the suplex but Natalie blocks it once more then powers her leg out of the hold and reverses the suplex hold to pull Lucy upwards into a vertical suplex.

Simone: Look at the power of Natalie McKinley as she holds the tag champion in the air with a delayed suplex.

Adams: That is power right there Belinda. No one can say that Natalie McKinley is not able to hold up her end of a match...Get it...hold up...

Simone: I got it Jason, I just wish you hadn't gave it to me.

Natalie slowly lets Lucy fall to the mat with a suplex. Seraphina arches her back in pain as her hand moves to the small of her back. Natalie gets to her feet and stalks towards Lucy who is on her hands and knees. As Natalie reaches for the downed champ, Lucy desperately buries a forearm into the midsection of McKinley that doesn't move her much. Grabbing Lucy by the head, Natalie pulls her to her feet and then lifts her over her head in a gorilla press that she walks around the ring for a moment before letting Lucy drop to the mat behind her.

Simone: That is going to hurt the chances of the bombshell champion to fight back. Move like that will drive the air right out of your lungs.

Lucy curls up in a fetal position as Natalie looks out over the fans. Uriella leans through the ropes to urge on her partner as Natalie moves towards the down Lucy. Picking up Seraphina, Natalie locks in a cobra clutch hold that she uses to pick up Lucy and drive her to the mat with a slam. Dropping to the canvas, Natalie manages only a two count before Lucy drives her arm upward to pull her shoulder off the mat. Natalie looks at Patton who motions for only a two count as Lucy once more rolls out of the ring to regroup where she is joined by Uriella who checks on her partner. Drew motions for her to get back to her corner as Natalie watches the pair of them then looks at Crystal who is cheering her friend on. Lucy sees this and quickly scrambles on the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. Natalie looks back and moves towards the tag champion who launches herself towards McKinley with a diving crossbody.

Simone: Lucy using momentum to take down the bigger stronger woman. Maybe she needs to rely on an aerial attack to counter McKinley's power.

Adams: Whatever she needs to do, she needs to do it now or Natalie is just going to overpower her.

Lucy gets to her feet as does Natalie. Lucy moves quickly around McKinley and jumps on her back to lock in a sleeper hold on the bigger woman. Natalie reaches out for the ropes as Lucy clings to her back. Natalie staggers a few steps forward desperately looking to break the hold but Lucy holds on. Crystal smacks the mat hard as she calls out to Natalie who begins to stagger backwards into the corner slamming Lucy against the turnbuckle with releases the hold long enough for Natalie to catch a bit of a breather. Lucy quickly jumps on her back once more to lock in the sleeper. Natalie once more drives Lucy into the turnbuckle violently which breaks the hold. Rather than moving away, Natalie leans into Lucy pinning her to the corner only to use an elbow smash to the side of Lucy's head. Stepping out of the corner, Natalie turns and pulls Lucy into a half nelson backbreaker then pins her down for a two count.

Adams: Natalie McKinley seems to think that she is wearing Lucy down and that might be the truth. Each time that Natalie pins the tag champion, it takes Lucy that much more to kick out.

Simone: Lucy Seraphina will not be easily beaten unless she wants to be and I know for a fact that she doesn't want to lose this match at all.

Natalie sits back on her heels as she looks at Drew Patton who shakes his head and holds up two fingers. Grabbing Lucy by the hair, Natalie pulls her to her feet and then whips her towards the ropes and catches her in a sleeper hold that she ragdolls Seraphina with before using a sleeper suplex on Lucy. Lucy lies on the mat desperately clutching at her head and neck as she tries to catch her breath. Natalie gets to her feet and then stalks towards Lucy to pull her up once more to her shoulder. Lucy struggles and elbows Natalie enough that she is dropped to the mat. Lucy follows up with a hairpull backbreaker on Natalie.

Simone: That is the move that Lucy calls the Fallen Sorrow. Will it be enough to put Natalie away?

Adams: It looks like NO!

In the ring, Natalie rolls toward the ropes as Lucy slams her hands against the canvas in frustration. Getting to her feet, Lucy rushes across the ring to hit Natalie with a side kick that sends her through the ropes and to the floor. Crystal rushes across to help her friend who is on her feet. Checking her, Lucy charges across the ring and is about to launch herself with a diving crossbody but puts on the brakes as she sees Crystal pull Natalie out of harm's way. Lucy is backed away from the ropes by Drew Patton as Natalie climbs the ringsteps and slides into the ring. Lucy pushes around Drew and launches herself at Natalie who catches her and then lifts her over her shoulders for another gorilla press drop that drives the air from her lungs again.

Simone: I think Natalie is sensing a change in the wind coming...

Adams: Hey, witty repartee and foreshadowing is my job.

Natalie reaches down and pulls Lucy up into a vertical base then lifts her onto her shoulders. Looking around, Natalie lifts Lucy off her shoulders and into a double knee gutbuster that doubles up Seraphina who falls to the mat in pain clutching her midsection. Natalie rolls her to the side and on her back before grabbing her legs and rolling her up for the pin. Drew drops to the mat and slaps the canvas for the three count before motioning for the bell. Natalie releases Lucy who rolls into a small ball as Uriella rolls into the ring to check on her partner. Crystal rushes into the ring and before Drew can, she holds Natalie's arm up in victory as Undegpedwar begins to play over the arena.

Justin: The winner of the match...Natalie MCKINLEY!!

Simone: Natalie McKinley picks up the win tonight folks.

Adams: And she did it all on her own with no help from the bombshell champion. I can only imagine what this is going to do for her confidence.

Simone: Well it is all well and good about her friendship with Crystal but I still wouldn't trust her as far as I could throw her.

Crystal and Natalie celebrate in the ring as Uriella helps Lucy up. Natalie and Crystal leave the ring, while Lucy looks around.

Adams: Looks like Lucy has something to say.

Lucy was breathing hard as she just went through a good battle. Lucy motions for a microphone and is given one.

Lucy: So we heard a few weeks ago on the Hotwire that a rumor was going around about a third Clan member. Well I can say it's true but...

Simone: But what?

Adams: Maybe it's another hot chick like Uri! Tiplets maybe?!

Lucy: It's not another female.

Adams: Damn it!

Simone: Chill out and listen to her.

Lucy: Well you guys do know him though. I mean he's a former two time UWF Grand Prix Champion, the current leader of Clan until Mel comes back and, he is my brother in law!

The crowd cheers.

Simone: Oh my God!

Lucy: Every give it up for "Denmark's Gambit" Samuel Deverux!

Adams: We get a guy! Did you hear that!? Sam's here!

Simone: You a fan?

Adams: Hell yes I am! I heard this guy is shredded like Kylo Ren.

"Tired" by: Stone Sour starts to play and Sam walks out with Uri by his side. Lucy starts to clap and the crowd cheers loudly. Sam has a smile on his face, hearing the crowd cheering for him.

Simone: Everyone likes him.

Adams: I hear that!

By this time Sam and Uri are in the ring and Lucy hands him the microphone.

Sam: Hello SCW!

Another loud cheer from the crowd. Sam chuckles.

Sam: My name is Samuel Deverux and my wife did put me up to this.

The crowd laughs.

Sam: No, no I love my wife though. I'm happy to be here and in all honesty I swore it would be a matter of time before I came here as a wrestler. I promise you'll get some interesting things from me and a hell of fight each time I come out here. But then again I know you guys don't expect anything less from us. Am I right?

Simone: He's right, ever since the Clan has came to SCW they've hold themselves to high expections.

Adams: If they didn't they wouldn't have the belts.

Sam: I can't wait to see what all I can do here. Thank you for allow me a moment of your time. Ladies let's go.

"Tired" plays as the scene switches.

Sam Marlowe can be seen walking down the hallway, head down as she appears to be looking at her hand and the smart phone that is resting there. Earbuds from the phone are tucked in her ears as she listens to whatever is going on with the phone. On the screen is the face of an unfamiliar person can be seen to be talking. Sam laughs at something then gasps in surprise as suddenly the headphones are disconnected allowing the voice of the person to be heard...

Voice from the phone: ...good luck Sam as if you need it.

Sam quickly turns to find Pussy Willow holding the other end of her headphones swinging it playfully as she watches the snapchat window close.

Pussy: Well well well...snapchatting now. First it is tweeting now snapchat. People are going to start talking you know.

Sam lets a smirk cross her face as she reaches for the headphones only to push the connector back into the phone and tuck the phone in the pocket of the hoodie she is wearing backstage.

Sam Marlowe: It's nothing Pussy, just Monte wishing me luck tonight considering that I am facing Mercedes Vargas.

Pussy: Speaking of Sam, what do you think your chances are tonight? I mean this is the woman that ended your first title reign in Japan. And this is also the woman that is looking to prove that her beating you for the title wasn't a fluke.

Sam Marlowe: Definitely Mercedes is going to be coming loaded for bear tonight I am sure and just as much for the chance to build some momentum leading into the Bombshell title match that will be coming up at Summer XXXtreme. I am looking for the same when I walk to the ring tonight. Hell I have to prove that I deserve that shot considering that I lost my title in my first second reign defense.

Pussy laughs at that as the pair continue to walk down the hallway. Suddenly the buzzing of Sam's phone is heard. Pulling it from her pocket, she looks down to the screen as does Pussy who whistles at the image on it.

Pussy: I forgot how good looking he was Sam. So let me ask you...what exactly is going on between you two?

From behind the pair comes Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean. Ben moves to put an arm over Sam's shoulder as Jamie leans in to take a look at the phone screen.

Ben Jordan: I keep telling everyone that there isn't anything going on between us Pussy. Don't be starting rumors where there are none...

Pussy and Sam shoot Ben a look as Jamie holds up the phone showing Sam the image on it. Sam reaches for the phone only to have Jamie yank it away.

Jamie Dean: And just who is this young lady? Please tell me he is a gift just like Anubis, I would die a happy man if that was the case...Not literally but you know what I mean.

Sam is finally able to grab the phone from Jamie and tuck it away as Ben and Jamie both give her a look.

Sam Marlowe: That's my new study partner and that's that.

Jamie Dean: Is he the one that made you late today?

Sam rolls her eyes but can't help but chuckle as she blushes a bright red.

Sam Marlowe: As a matter of fact yes Monte did but it was just studying for our midterm this week thank you very much. Now if you will excuse me, I am going to get ready for my match.

Not saying anything else, Sam turns as she puts her headphones in and walks away from Pussy and the tag champions. Looking at the pair Pussy smiles and then with a shrug, heads off down the hall to catch up with Sam. Jamie turns to Ben with a questioning look on his face.

Jamie Dean: What is Sam studying because if it is biology, she lucked out in the study partner department. You should have seen him.

The camera cuts backstage and we see Shipman standing behind a podium with a barbed wire cross on it. He is in his church robes and looks like he is about to deliver a sermon. His congregation are seated in front of him seated on metal chairs, revealing that Shipman is in the arena and not at an actual church. He has the "Book of Shipman" on display with the blood of James Tuscini on it.

Shipman: Welcome all. Last week was filled full of surprises wasn't it. I slipped up and Ryan Keys got a victory over me, and later on I helped James retain the Roulette Championship instead of letting Casey Williams win it. It has been a common question since however about why I did such a thing. The answer was right in front of everyone the whole time. Casey was going to win with outside interference thanks to Steve Ramone. I was just a good bystander and righted a wrong. But I still had to teach James the lesson that he is in possession of a belt that rightfully belongs to me. Now this week, Ryan is going for the Internet Championship, James is in a match, and I am left off the card. That alone is bullshit. Leaving me off a card is like not inviting Canada to the Olympics to play ice hockey.

The congregation can be seen silently nodding in approval.

Shipman: Enough with my ranting for now. Let's take a moment and reflect on Orlando and the violent act perpetrated against the LGBTQIAA community. Actually first let's talk about that label "LGBTQIAA". Lesbian, we all love them. Gays, no problems there. Bi's, again no problem there. Transgender, not my cup of tea but to each their own. Queer, I don't understand this label as growing up this was a derogatory term for gays. Now we get into the strangest one in my books. Insexual. Meaning neither male nor female. How in the hell is this even a thing. You are either one or the other. You either have lady parts or man parts. What, is there people out there that look like a Ken doll and just have a smooth sealed over crotch with nothing, and piss and defecate out of their mouths? If there is anyone that can explain how this is a thing to me I am all ears. Than we got asexual, not attracted to either sex, again each their own, and after meeting some of the people in this world that I have I am not surprised there is asexuals, than finally allies. Gay right supporters, no need for explanation there.

Shipman pauses for a few moments before resuming.

Shipman: Now please flip to page 101 as we read "The Naval Prayer"

Congregation: Amen

Shipman: Thank you for coming out today, and James Tuscini, I'm coming.

The scene opens inside a Vegas Cafe, amid the atmosphere was a certain class of person - not your typical hipsters on laptops that invade the common Starbucks' restaurants of the world. No, these were those distinguished, classy types - the types pullin' up into a parking lot in the Jaguar to your Escort. Amid the designer labels, and people with more fashion sense than you had financial sense, was none other than the hottest talent acquisition of SCW to-date - Miles Blake - lookin' just as classy as ever with his pure white suit, and a Wallstreet Journal in his hands. As he reads, a waitress approaches him, handing him his coffee drink...getting a foul stare in return, spit-taking the drink all over her apron.

Miles Blake: "The hell is this?! I ordered this with skim milk. SKIM! Do you know what that means?! That means nonfat - I can't afford to go on-screen lookin' like I gained a couple pounds from some incompetent waitress that can't read! Go make it again! And this time read a got damn label for cryin' out loud!"

The waitress, now almost in tears, slowly backs away from Miles literally running to the back.

Miles Blake: "Geez. They'll give anyone a job nowadays. Good grief."

Right about that time, a shrill voice calls out to him from the entry way. Turning to see who it is, we see none other than SCW long-timer and former Bombshell Tag Team Champion, Miss Veronica Taylor, standing in the doorway. Miles smiles (hey that rhymed!) as he motions to her.

Miles Blake: "Veronica darling! So good you could make it. Please have a seat."

Veronica smirked dressed to the nines as always black skirt, purple top, black high heel pumps and a black Gucci handbag slung on her shoulder. Her heels clack against the hard floor as she moved looking at the waitress rolling her eyes as she sat next to Miles smirked smugly as she said in a bitchy tone.

Veronica Taylor: " Ugh, sorry I like to be fashionably late you know? That and stupid limo driver ugh I am not trying to keep you waiting so long. But I am worth the wait you know that though. "

Veronica flicks her hair smugly, as she eyes Miles.

Miles Blake: "You're not keeping me waiting...the help behind the counter here on the other hand, that is a different story. But you're alright. It's been quite some time since we've been face-to-face dear, I see you're looking as swell as ever. Billionaire Style indeed. How have you been darling? I know you never quite captured the Title from that...that fringe lunatic, but after San Francisco, y'know? How's life?"

Veronica rolled her eyes not wanting to even think about her time in San Francisco.

Veronica Taylor: "Its fine you know? Doing the normal still being the talk of things around here. I mean no matter what they can't keep my name off of their lips for a single second, just ask that basic Christina Bentley. And don't remind me I was close I had her right where I wanted her she was playing into my hands."

Veronica smirked evilly, she had everything lined up perfect.

Miles Blake: "In your hands, or in your shoe?"

Miles playfully jabbed at his client, making reference to her use of designer footwear as a weapon of destruction.

Veronica Taylor: Either plus we know I can out think these basics just like that like Christina's choking duh!

Miles Blake: I saw that. Good to see you getting back on the right track - the winning track. But, why did you call me out here? I suspect this is more than just a pleasure chat.

Veronica smiled as she nodded taking the time to take a look at herself in her compact before speaking.

Veronica Taylor: Well I saw what you did to Drake glad to see you in SCW like really I needed someone worth a damn to keep me company, I get tired of being around jealous basics all day like really I am the Original Mean Girl not my fault I am Veronica Freakin Taylor and their not.

Veronica took the time to grab her compact back out and blow herself a kiss.

Miles Blake: Drake Green...that guy needed a reality check. And I just happened to be the guy to do it.

The waitress finally comes back to the table with Miles' coffee. He grabs it, taking a sip, and giving it a nod. She looks to Veronica and starts to ask what she can make for her, and...

Veronica Taylor: Just give latte made with skim like hurry with it this time I don't got a lot of time.

Veronica shooed her away with her well manicured hand. The waitress trudged off while Miles smirked at her exit.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh like she should be honored that I spoke to her.

Veronica rolled her eyes in a bitchy manner.

Miles Blake: The least she could have done was not given us such an attitude. Did you hear the way she sighed when you told her SKIM milk?! Like God, her paycheck is coming from OUR money. You'd think that'd be enough motivation to treat the guest well.

He looks down, stirring the coffee around in the cup for a moment before taking another drink, then back up to Veronica.

Miles Blake: It's been nice catching up with you, Veronica. Truly one of the finer talents to come out of the Billionaire's Club. But, where are you going, right now? Like look, you're good right now. And I am good, right now. What do you get when you add good and good though? You get great - join me, in my quest for SCW superiority - help rid the company of the Drake Greens and Christies, and make more room for the real top talents. Such as you and I. On the top, where we belong.

Veronica smirked flicking her long two toned hair.

Veronica Taylor: Well that's obvious Miles think about it I am always good for stirring things up you know? Drake, Christie, and all of them well they have no idea what will hit them soon enough. I mean I am more than willing to work with you, you know that. Together our minds they can't really stop us from getting our way. It starts with that creep Slowcow.

Soon enough the waitress comes with her coffee she takes a sip and looks at it with a disgusted look before taking a look at the waitress who was shaking a bit getting the look from Veronica Taylor was not a good one.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh like what the hell is this? This does not taste like coffee like Miles do they know who they are serving here? I am Veronica Freakin Taylor, ugh this can not stand. Like this is stuff you feed to basics not to me. Like let's go I am totally disgusted right now!

Miles looks at the waitress with a scrutinizing glare.

Miles Blake: "Ohmygod why are you still here?! I know you know better than to disappoint Veronica Freakin Taylor of all people! Go on! Get!"

The waitress speaks up

Waitress: "I'm sorry, Veronica Who?"

Miles and Veronica take on a completely surprised expression, utterly dumbfounded at the words that just came out of the waitress' mouth. Seriously...who the hell doesn't know the name Veronica Taylor...

Miles Blake: "You're still here? Good grief woman were you dropped on your head too many times as a baby?"

The woman, now breaking down into tears, spins around and runs off to the back of the Cafe. Veronica fans herself annoyed.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh how rude! How can she not know who I am?

Miles Blake: It's baffling to me, darling.

Veronica rolled her eyes clearly enraged.

Veronica Taylor: Like I am beyond disgusted I need a spa day or something to make up for this ugh!

Miles Blake: A spa day sounds delightful. Great way to get the stink of these basics off you, after all who else can afford a luxuriours spa day like us?

Veronica's smile soon comes back on her face.

Veronica Taylor: No one.

Miles Blake: Precisely. Back to what I was getting at, yes I know you would stand behind me. As we've done in the past. But what I'm getting at is --

About that time the Cafe manager approaches the duo's table, with a none-too-pleased look on his face.

Cafe Manager: "I'm sorry, I'm going to have to ask the two of you to leave. You're upsetting my staff. And disturbing my guests."

Miles and Veronica look to each other with a shrug.

Cafe Manager: "No, I'm serious. I'm running a business here, I can't have two disruptive people in here actively working against that. You need to go."

Miles Blake: Do you know who I AM? I could own this place, and put YOU out of a job!

Miles begins to stand up, but Veronica is quick to hold Miles back.

Veronica Taylor: Ugh this basic is so not worth it.

Miles Blake: ...You're probably right.

The two turn, walking out of the Cafe to a round of applause from the staff and the other guests. It'd seem the guests are none too pleased with the duo's rude behavior.

The scene opens up backstage at Climax Control 151 where we see Jessie Salco warming up ahead of her upcoming match against Veronica Taylor, as per usual there is a metal song playing in the background whilst she works out and this week it's the new album by French Death Metal Band Gojira called Magma.

Simone: Jessie has a big match tonight, if she can beat Veronica Taylor in single's competition then she'll have a shot at the World Bombshell Title!

Adams: Jessie thinks she has it easy but Veronica is not one to be underestimated!

The album ends and as Jessie starts to leave she addresses the camera.

Jessie: No Ms. Rocky Mountains this week? Fine, I'll interview myself, Veronica, it'll be a cold day in hell before you beat me in singles competition and this week you are nothing but a stepping stone to my World Bombshell Title Shot, hope you've been enjoying your fade into obscurity Veronica because it's not going to end anytime soon!

Jessie walks off as the scene fades.

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: The following match is a singles match and is a qualifying bout for an entrance into the Six-Pack Challenge match for the World Bombshell Championship at Summer XXXtreme IV...introducing first...

The opening riff to "Power Trip" by Chimaira starts ripping over the PA system and as soon as Mark Hunter's opening scream is heard Jessie emerges from the back with Shane and Jake, the trio headbang at the top of the ramp before they make their way down to the ring.

Justin: From Miami, Florida........"The Heavy Metal Angel" Jessie Salco!

Jessie hops onto the apron and enters the ring where she goes over to the nearest turbuckle before hopping onto the middle turnbuckle, sitting on it and waiting for her opponent

Justin: And her opponent....

Turn my Swag on by Keri Hilison hits over the pa system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena.

Justin: From West Palm Beach, Florida.....Veronica Taylor!!!

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

DING! DING! DING!

Holly Wood calls for the bell and Jessie runs in and attacks Veronica. She grabs her by her shirt and begins to throw right hands, connecting with every one.

Adams: Whoa! She looks angry.

She pushes Veronica in to one of the turnbuckles but Holly Wood quickly intervenes and separates them. As Wood backs out of the way Jessie inserts her foot in to the gut of Veronica and as her head drops down, she grabs it and pulls her head into the mat with a DDT and then goes for the cover.

One!

Two!

Adams: Veronica kicked out!

Simone: That was close!

Adams: I agree.

Without letting her opponent get up, Jessie grabs her by the hair and then applies a headlock while they are still on the mat.

Adams: Tons of aggression coming from the former multi-time Champion.

Simone: Veronica better figure out a way to combat her or this may be a quick one.

Jessie pulls Veronica up off of the mat and goes to whip her into the ropes but she reverses sending the Metal head bouncing off the ropes. As she comes back in, Taylor catches her hard with a spinning clothesline which drops her down onto her back. She drops down with her and goes for a cover and Holly drops to the mat.

Adams: It could be over in a hurry!

One!

Tw-

Salco pushes her off before Wood can drop her hand on the second count.

Adams: It's gonna take a lot more than that to keep Jessie down.

Veronica goes straight in for a choke before Jessie can get up. She flails her legs up in the air as Taylor presses down on her throat and the referee starts her count.

One...Two...Three...Four...

Just before Wood gets to her five count, Veronica releases the hold. She immediately grabs Salco by her hair and begins to interchangeably drop fists, forearms, and elbows on to the skull of her opponent in a viscous fashion.

Crowd: BOO!

Veronica jumps up in response to the crowd's reaction and taunts them a bit, blowing them a kiss, before turn back around and kicking Jessie square in the jaw.

SMACK!

Adams: Salco may be out!

She drops down for another pinfall attempt and Wood follows.

One!

Two!

Simone: Three!

Adams: No! She got a shoulder up.

Veronica sits up and grills Wood with a disapproving look. She pulls Jessie up off of the mat and scoops her into a body slam. She drops a leg across the throat of Salco and then goes for another pinfall attempt.

Adams: She hooks the leg!

One!

Two!

Jessie throws her shoulder up again.

Adams: Veronica is looking very impressive here tonight, Simone.

Simone: She clearly wants that opportunity to win the World Bombshell Championship, Jason.

Veronica starts to pick Salco up off of the mat but Jessie pulls her down to the mat and rolls her up.

Adams: Small package! Small package!

One!

Two!

Th-

Adams: Oh so close! Taylor was completely caught off guard by the pin attempt.

Simone: She better pay more attention.

The two Bombshells get up in a hurry and Veronica launches at Jessie, but the crafty Salco sidesteps and sends her face first into a top turnbuckle. Veronica bounces off and as she slowly turns around in a daze, Jessie picks her up and drops her down hard with a sidewalk slam.

Adams: Ouch!

She kneels down on one knee next to Veronica and begins to pummel her as she tries to fight her off.

Adams: Jessie getting aggressive now.

Simone: I'm loving it!

Holly Wood pulls Jessie off and backs her up a few feet, allowing Veronica to use the ropes to stumble to her feet. Seeing this, Jessie pushes Wood out of the way and runs toward Veronica.

BOOM! SPLAT!

Adams: Oh my god! Jessie just speared Veronica right down to ringside!

Simone: Both women are out.

Holly Wood walks over to the ropes and starts his count.

One...Two...Three...

Jessie and Veronica slowly start to roll to their feet.

Four...Five...

Seeing each other getting up, they both start swinging. Jessie connects with a hard right hand and when Veronica goes to return the favor, Salco blocks it, grabs her by the back of the head, and slams her face first into the ring apron and Veronica drops to the floor.

Crowd: Oooh!

Six...Seven...

Jessie pulls herself up on to the apron and holds on to the top rope. She waits patiently for Veronica to get to her feet and as she does, Jessie springboards herself off of the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault and the two women drop back down to the mat, resetting the Wood' count.

Simone: Damn that must've hurt.

Adams: What a match this is turning out to be.

Crowd: This is Awesome!

Jessie gets to her feet first as Holly starts her count again.

One...Two...

She goes to pick Taylor up but when she does, Taylor sticks a thumb in her eye.

Adams: That couldn't have felt very good.

Veronica grabs Jessie and whips her hard in to the steel steps.

SMACK!

Veronica follows it up and runs over and hits a hard knee strike in the face.

Three...Four...

She locks on to Jessie's head with a hard face lock and then slams her head in to the steps. She picks her up and slides her under the bottom rope, and then quickly follows behind her.

Simone: Well at least the action is heading back toward the ring.

Veronica grabs Salco and pulls her up and sets her up for a vertical suplex. She quickly pulls Jessie over her head into a snap suplex that lands Salco hard on to the canvas. Taylor picks Jessie up to go for another suplex but this time Jessie blocks it and counters with a vertical suplex of her own.

Crowd: POP!

Jessie rolls over and goes for the cover and Holly Wood drops down to the mat.

One!

Two!

Adams: Kickout by Veronica!

Jessie stands up and drops an elbow on Veronica's chest before going for another pin.

One!

Two!

Veronica throws her shoulder up and Jessie shows her disappointment in the speed of the Wood' count by slapping her hands together three times. She goes to stand up but Veronica pulls her down to the mat, wraps her legs around her neck and pulls her arm down.

Simone: Triangle choke!

Adams: Taylor has it locked in! Jessie is in the center of the ring. She's got nowhere to go!

Taylor tightens the hold but after a few moments of struggling, Jessie srats to fight back. Using all of the strength she can muster up, she pulls Veronica up off of the mat and then power bombs her right back down and both women are out on the mat.

Simone: Wow! What an effort by Jessie Salco.

After a moment, Jessie pulls herself up to her feet. She notices Taylor start to move on the mat so she slides out on to the apron, waiting for Veronica to get to her feet. When she does, she springboards herself off of the top rope, going for her CIRCLE PIT finisher, the Springboard Tornado DDT. As she flies through the air...

SMACK!

Simone: Superkick! Jessie is out cold!

Adams: Holly Wood drops for the cover!

Holly Wood counts and Veronica counts along with her.

One!

Two!

Adams: Three!

Simone: No! Salco got a shoulder up!

Crowd: POP!

Adams: Veronica can't believe it! I can't believe it!

Taylor's look of disbelief turns into a look of anger when she notices someone standing ringside.

Adams: What's this now?

Simone: That's Christina Bentley! She's just standing there taunting Veronica.

Taylor slams her first down onto the canvas and walks right over to the ropes. She starts to shout down at Bentley and the two share an inaudible exchange. Taylor never sees it coming.

Simone: Dropkick! Taylor never saw it coming.

Salco lands a perfect dropkick to the back of Veronica's head and Taylor is out cold. Jessie, looking to seize her opportunity...climbs to the top rope as Christina Bentley leaves the arena.

Adams: Here we go....

Jessie leaps into the air, flipping around and landing a pretty 450 Splash.

Simone: WALL OF DEATH!

Holly Wood drops to her knees and the crowd counts along with her.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner.......JESSIE SALCO!!!!!!!

Adams: Jessie has done it! She's booked her place in the Summer XXXTreme IV co main event!

Simone: This is a huge chance for Jessie to go on and show the SCW world just what she's capable of and pull off the biggest shock in SCW history.

Adams: Christina Bentley had her part to play, Veronica is not gonna be a happy lady.

The scene cuts to an unspecified location at the E Center in Laughlin, Nevada where we see Dmitri and James Tuscini relaxing having a drink. We don't know what the drink is but it appears to be an alcohol based concoction.

James: Well here we are Dmitri in our first Tag Team match as an official Tag Team. I'm looking forward to kicking some Bad Company ass and putting on the road to a shot at the Tag Team Championship.

Dmitri: James our win over Bad Company tonight will be so easy it will be like cutting a stick of butter with a blowtorch.

James: Nice mental image Dmitri. Do you think we will see the likes of Steve Ramone, Casey Williams, or Chris Shipman show up at the match to attempt to interfere or distract us?

Dmitri: I doubt it. Casey knows you laid him out unconscious and that you clearly had the win before Ramone tried to cheat for him so he won't try anything. Steve Ramone basically made a fool out of himself by knocking you out then quickly leaving the ring to give the opportunity to Chris Shipman to give you back your legal win over Casey.

James: Everyone knows how Shipman is. The man is insane and nobody puts it past him to do something violent.

Dmitri: James although Shipman could be legally classified as insane the man is not stupid. There are several factors to consider. Your Uncle Pinky is always at ringside and I'm confident he can stop anyone from coming to interfere, or make an attack, even Chris Shipman. Also there's a good chance that Shipman will soon get a shot at you and the Roulette Championship. I think he's sane enough to know that if he interferes or attacks you again that the Demon Monster inside of you will come out during your match with him and he will receive such a severe beating that he will go into permanent retirement.

James: I'm up for kicking ass on Caleb Houston and Johnny Tsunami tonight. When we get done with Bad Company they will feel as if a Tsunami hit them and wiped them out.

Dmitri: Now you are the one with a nice mental image. Cheers to our soon victory and climbing one step closer to a Tag Team Championship match!

James and Dmitri click their glasses together and drink the remaining liquid from their glasses, yell CHEERS! then the scene cuts out.

As the Titantron lights up inside the arena, we see Kain at his home, recuperating from his injuries. The camera focuses on Jason Adams and Belinda Simone, the commentary team.

Adams: Kain, thank you for taking the time for the...

Kain: Shut up! I'm not here to please you or the fans...they disgust me!

The crowd rain down boos on the Grand-Slam champion as Kain looks at the screen with rage.

Adams: In any case, we just wanted to know what your response was about what Rage did to you last week. Any reprisal?

Kain: Are you nuts?! I'm not going to give that asshole his time to be the guy that he thinks he is! You see, Rage goes around SCW, pretending to be someone great, this badass. Fuck no! I'm the BIGGEST badass around here. Rage may have beaten me last time, but that's because I was too nice. Too soft-hearted. NO MORE! That stupid-ass motherfucker is going to get what he deserves after that unjustified attack on me! And how dare him for him to screw me over in my first match against Steve Ramone! I don't care what the cameras saw - Steve Ramone was NOT going to get the best of me that night. If I have to kick his ass hard one more time to get the Internet belt, then SO BE IT. But my attention is focused on that stupid son of a bitch! I don't care what he said to me during his beating. All of his words and bullshit arguments are NULL AND VOID! The reason why I'm not there, right now, to kick his sorry, pathetic little ass is because of these injuries! But don't worry, Rage, I'll be back next week. You shouldn't have NEVER fucked with me! I gave you EXACTLY what you deserved and if you didn't care about what I did or what I say, then why did you come my way last week? You ignorant asshole, you worthless hypocrite! That title BELONGS TO ME! I don't give two shits what you believe. You may have beaten me before, but not today. I've changed and I'm not the same person I was back then. You stupid-ass son of a BITCH! You're going down and I'm going to permanely cripple you and put you out of your MISERY! Mark maw words, Rage - you're FUCKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Titantron goes off abruptly and the camera focuses once again on the announcing team.

Simone: I've seen Kain pissed before in the ring, but this is nothing like him. I like it! New attitude, new leash on things, everything about this man is going to put people on notice.

Adams: Fact is, Simone, Rage has shown himself to be a monster, but once you make Kain angry, it's not a good sign. Will Kain be a man of his word and get his revenge on Rage? Only time will tell, but one thing is for sure - Rage better have two eyes at his back. You never KNOW when or where Kain is going to strike and when he does, it's not a pretty picture!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen introducing to the ring... she is the new SCW World Bombshell Champion Crystal Millar!!!!

"I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to play all across the speakers as it does Crystal comes out with the World Bombshell Championship draped across her shoulders. Flashes from the cameras begin to go off one after another. She smiles as she runs down the aisle and slaps the hands of the outstretched fans. She quickly slides into the ring and holds the championship high into the air and gains a mixed reaction. She smiles as she calls for a microphone and begins to speak.

Crystal: Simply wow... Gotta love those mixed reactions but go on let it all out. Whether you feel the need to hate me, or cheer. You all have paid for your tickets so you have a right to do whatever you please.

LET'S GO CRYSTAL!
CRYSTAL SUCKS!
LET'S GO CRYSTAL!
CRYSTAL SUCKS!

Crystal: I love the sound but on a serious note I have some stuff I need to get off my chest first and foremost what's up LAUGHLIN!!!!!!!! Yeah... Totally went for the cheap pop there but could you blame me? Since last Sunday I have had a reason to smile and I just don't know what for to be honest. I mean have you seen my pictures on Twitter lately? I ran out of hair dye... My hair has been an absolute disaster but the reason I am smiling is because I have a nice shiny belt around my shoulder and let me be honest about that.

Crystal looks at the title as she continues to speak.

Crystal: Four years ago I lost my spot as being the woman on top of the wrestling world and I came into SCW in 2014? It has been a constant drive to get on top. To be the best, and despite being apart of a shaky marriage where my husband doesn't even know if he wants to stay married to me. But last week was my hardest as a professional wrestler. I walked into an arena where Kate had jumped me... Where there was all those animals that I was allergic too, and where my husband wanted nothing to do with me but somehow I prevailed and I just want to thank all of you because you all believed in that journey. You all were right there even though I was too naive to believe in any of you and I just want to thank you... But I just have to also thank the likes of Sam Marlowe....

Crystal nods her head as she continues to speak.

Crystal: On any given day she could beat me... I guarantee that... She truly is a fantastic wrestler and I have nothing but love for her. Mercedes Vargas... Thank you for being a friend to me even though I have been nothing short but rude. To think six years ago you and I were tag team champions together at one point. Roxi I just want to thank you for your undying support and Keira thank you for pushing me to my limits. You helped me experience what it was like to lose a title when you cashed in on me and in the end it made me stronger. Tommy Knocks... I did it... Thank you for calling me out on my attitude I consider you a friend and I will never forget what you said to me on the plain ride, and last but not least Natalie McKinley... You were my first true rival in this company and despite everything we been through. You stuck by my side. So thank you for that... And now as Mark put it... It's on as we journey into what could be the biggest Bombshell match in this company's history. One to really get the Summer going and that's fine and all. I am happy to be the forefront for women's wrestling in this company but there's something that I want right now.

Crystal points down at the middle of the ring.

Crystal: Every single fucking week I have to hear over the Hotwire that Mikah is the best. That she's this and she's that, and after seeing the way that she bullies Zelda Clark. A girl I actually respect.. It pains me because I know I bullied Despayre. So it's time to kick this up a notch. Hot Stuff thought it was silly for me to ask for it because I would flat out get embarrassed but I refuse to believe in that. So I can't wait all the way to Summer XXXtreme for what I want. I want it by let's say next week. So if someone in the back loves me. Let me prove myself as the best bombshell in this company. GIVE ME MIKAH 1 ON 1... I bullied Despy... She bullied Zelda... Why don't her and I settle it in the ring. I refuse to let such a disgusting bitch ignore me like I don't mean anything when I am standing here as THE bitch in this company, and Mikah doesn't want to face me ebcause she knows what will happen this go around. So give me what I want... Hell put Zelda right at ringside... I want her to see what I would do to she who won't be named... So I beg of you... Give me what I want. The third one on one encounter will definitely be the charm!

With that Crystal holds the title up as she exits the ring.

Backstage, Pussy Willow stands next to Mercedes Vargas, ready to conduct an interview with the Argentine Assassin. The now former World Bombshell Champion is wearing a unique variation of her ring gear, sky blue and white ? obviously the colors of Argentina ? in support of her country being in the Copa America tournament final tonight.

PW: Mercedes, at Into the Void V you lost the World Bombshell Championship without being pinned, ending your title reign before it really started. Care to comment on your setback?

Mercedes Vargas You know, PW, when I went through that curtain three weeks ago, I knew I was going to be in the fight of my life out there. It's unfortunate things didn't work out the way I had hope, but I'm not going to look at this as a setback but a blessing in disguise and a stepping stone closer to winning the World Bombshell Championship and just because I didn't win three weeks ago just makes me want to work that much harder.

PW: Crystal Millar got the proper one-on-one match she should have received with Samantha Marlowe and last week walked out the new World Bombshell Champion. The title has changed hands now three times in six weeks. What's your thoughts on these developments?

Mercedes Vargas It's crazy right now, but that's only half the fun. And, yeah, Crystal won, without cheating or interference. Will wonders ever cease? This was a what could have been moment for her. Now if she didn't try to act cute at CC 148, maybe she would have won the title sooner in Tokyo. But nonetheless, just as Christian Underwood didn't have to give me a random title shot out of the blue, he didn't have to honor Crystal's match in the first place. Congrats are in order, but as we all know, winning the title and defending it are two different things.

PW: And on that note, Mark Ward announced the first match for Summer XXXrreme where that the World Bombshell Championship will be defended in a six-pack challenge in the main event.

Mercedes Vargas I think that's really telling, PW, because SCW is assuming Crystal Millar will be holding the title until then. For all I know, we could be seeing her in non-title matches, paired in tag matches or be given the final three shows off. I wouldn't be surprised if she starts crying about the deck being stacked against her or that three of her opponent have rematches for the title or that she probably thinks that she should be facing Samantha Marlowe only. The first defense is always the hardest and we'll find out if Crystal's up for the challenge at Summer XXXtreme in five weeks.

PW: Tonight, you go one-on-one with Samantha Marlowe. We all know the story behind this return match. How do you see tonight going for you?

Mercedes Vargas Like I said during the week, nothing has changed about our match, except that Sam no longer has the title. Sam is one of the few people that I respect in the company and I like to think we're going to put on a great match for the fans. Contrary to the hype of our match, this isn't about revenge, it's about who will have monentum ahead of Summer XXXtreme. Win or lose tonight, we both know who we're gunning for, and that's the champion.

PW: Mercedes, thanks for your time.

Mercedes Vargas Always.

Mercedes walks off the set as PW turns back to the camera and we cut back to ringside.

Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall...

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

Justin: Introducing from Houston Texas, she is the one and only Sam Marlowe!

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

Justin: and her opponent...

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

Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

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

Ding

Ding

Sam and Mercedes circle the ring waiting for each other to make the first move, and on cue Mercedes does so and slides in going for Sam's leg but Sam moves out of the way and Mercedes gets back to her feet and again they circle the ring once more move in and this time they lock up and begin to jockey for position, until Mercedes gets the upper hand and counters Sam into a headlock, who begins to fight out of the move.

Simone: This should be a good battle.

Sam continues to fight out of the move and proceeds to give a hard jab to the side of Mercedes, who released the hold enough for Sam to counter and gets Mercedes into a headlock of her own and right away begins to crank on the move a few times.

Adams: Good early exchange here.

Mercedes fights the best she can out of the move with little success and instead she brings her foot up and presses down on the back of Sam's knee, which takes Sam down to one knee, which gives Mercedes a new angle to work with and she is able to escape out of the move and counters by bring her arm behind her back and twisting on her wrist.

Simone: Mercedes showing her technical skill in this early exchange.

Sam flinches from the angle, as she looks around before getting to her feet and tries to find a way to grab Mercedes and instead twists herself and grabs Sam around the back of the head and counters and gets Sam into a brief armbar before Mercedes counters once more by twisting Sam's arm before countering again and hits an arm drag.

Mercedes doesn't let go of Sam's wrists and locks in a wrist lock, where Sam then shuffles herself around and rolls herself to get to her feet, however, Mercedes twists Sam's wrist and arm more. Sam grabs Mercedes' hand as she thinks about her next move to get free.

Sam rolls through and counters Mercedes' wrist lock and arm twist with one of her own, as she then pushes a hand into Mercedes shoulder joint and bring her down to the mat. Sam then keeps Mercedes down as she cranks on Mercedes arm a little. Mercedes meanwhile looks around and tries to reach out to the ropes, as she shifts her weight and before getting to her knees and flips herself onto her back, before getting up and taking Sam with her.

Adams: Great counter by Sam in this fight, as it's now her turn to getting the upper hand.

With the lock still in place, Mercedes punches Sam in the side, before grabbing her arm and twisting it and placing it behind her back, as Sam clutches at her shoulder, before looking around and runs backwards and using her weight, she crushes Mercedes in the corner, which forces Mercedes to let go.

Simone: Great ring awareness from Sam.

Adams: Indeed.

Sam then swings her elbows at the side of Mercedes' head, before stepping forward and hitting a pele kick, which connects and Mercedes falls to the mat in a sitting position. Sam gets back to her feet and turns and back up a little before rushing in and hitting a bronco buster, much to the delight of the male fans.

Adams: Nice Pele kick... followed up by my favourite wrestling move ever.

Simone: What a surprise.

Sam climbs to her feet and grabs Mercedes' foot and drags her to the centre of the ring, where Sam turns and leaps on the ropes for a springboard moonsault, but Mercedes gets her knees up at the moment and Sam crashes into her knees.

Simone: Sam looked to hit a springboard moonsault but Mercedes gets her knees up.

Sam rolls away holding her ribs, while Mercedes holds her legs begins to kick them around, as Jasmine St John checks on Sam and then on Mercedes before beginning her count.

Adams: That springboard took the air from Sam's lungs, while Mercedes has to contend with recovering from the pele kick and her legs being squashed.

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Simone: Mercedes should be able to clear her head pretty quick and get back to her feet.

Sucking in some air, Sam grabs the ropes and pulls herself closer to them, while Mercedes lets go of her legs and pushes herself up to a sitting position as she shakes out the cobwebs from the earlier Pele Kick.

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Sam begins to pull herself up, as she gets to her knees, while Mercedes turns and grabs the ropes and she pulls herself to her feet, as she turns to see Sam still on her knees and quickly moves in, where Mercedes grabs Sam by the hair and pulls her to her feet, where she delivers a couple of forearm shots, before whipping Sam into the ropes and as Sam comes back, Mercedes hit a dropkick.

Adams: Mercedes up first and is back on Sam and hits a perfect dropkick.

With Sam down, Mercedes kips back up and she turns and hits the ropes before dropping and hitting a baseball slide to Sam, which sends Sam out of the ring with a loud thump. Mercedes gets back to her feet and raises her hands up, bragging about her actions.

Simone: that thud wasn't pretty.

Adams: No coming back from that.

Mercedes steps forward and looks down at Sam, as she watches her like an eagle, as she waits for her to move. Sam meanwhile lays on the mat, but slowly begin to move, as she grips the ring apron and pulls herself to her knees, however, with Mercedes watching, she fails to spot her climbing through the ropes and then running and hitting a knee smash to the back of Sam.

Adams: Mercedes is ruthless with that move.

Simone: That will slow anyone down.

Sam falls to the mat holding her back. Mercedes meanwhile, looks at Sam before picking her up and throwing her back into the ring, Mercedes then follows her in and goes for a pin...

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Kickout...

Simone: Sam somehow kicks out.

Mercedes shakes her head, as she mounts Sam and begins to deliver some left and rights before climbing off her and picking up Sam and whips her into the ropes, as she comes back, Mercedes hits a superkick.

Adams: Sam in serious trouble here.

With Sam down on the mat, Mercedes drops to her knees and proceeds to set up and lock in the Red Peril. Sam screams out as she fights not to give up, as all of a sudden Mikah comes running down the ramp.

Simone: Why is Mikah out here? She has no reason to be out here.

Mercedes spots Mikah and let's go of the move and gets to her feet, as she watches Mikah climb onto the ring apron. They begin to trash talk, as Jasmine tries to tell Mikah to leave, which falls on deaf ears, as the crowd get wild again as Crystal Millar runs down and grabs Mikah around the ankles and pulls her down they begin to brawl.

Adams: Just why?

Mercedes looks down at Mikah and Crystal brawling a little confused why they both out here and they are fight. Meanwhile Sam has slowly gotten to her feet and as Mercedes turns Sam kicks Mercedes in the gut before grabbing her flinging her out of the ring and into Crystal and Mikah.

Simone: I'm confused in why Mikah and Crystal are out here.

Sam then quickly climbs the ropes and hits the Sammisault (Air Bourne) into Crystal, Mikah and Mercedes.

Jasmine St. John looks down at the pile of bodies outside of the ring, as she shakes her head, as she watches for a moment, as Mikah grabs Mercedes and they begin to fight, as Crystal grabs Sam and begins to beat on her.

Adams: I think Jasmine has lost control of this match.

Ding...

Ding...

Simone: You think. She has called time on this match.

Jasmine then moves in, calling Justin over and telling him something, as he nods and raises the mic to his lips.

Justin: This match has been ruled a draw.

The announcement doesn't stop the ongoing fight in the ring as Jasmine indicates for security to come down, which they do and one lot split Mercedes and Mikah up, while the others split Crystal and Sam up. All four ladies struggle to get free from security with very little luck.

We cut backstage to see James Tuscini nervously pacing back and forth outside his dressing room. He is obviously upset that those Mafia goons kidnapped Uncle Pinky.

James: Dammit! How many times have I told Uncle Pinky not to make false claims that he's involved in the Sicilian Mafia? Now look what it got him. Lucky for me that they went after Uncle Pinky instead of kidnapping me since I have a match tonight. Hmmm I wonder if maybe Uncle Pinky really was involved in the Sicilian Mafia and a rival faction kidnapped him to put him out of the way?

Tuscini slams himself in the head and he shakes his head to get those thoughts out of his mind.

James: Nah! Uncle Pinky has never been involved in the Sicilian Mafia, or any Mafia organization for that matter, so this has got to be nothing more than a case of mistaken identity. Uncle if you can hear me I will get people on your trail to locate you and bring you back safely. I hope you've learned a lesson here though that you don't make claims of being in the Sicilian Mafia when you are not. People are better off to be in the Mafia in a rival faction than to claim they are a member of the Mafia when they are not. And, oh my gawd, if I find out that Chris Shipman had anything to do with this abduction the gates of Hell will be open and all manner of demonic torment will fall upon him.

James continues pacing back and forth in the hallway as the scene shifts to something else.

The camera cuts to backstage.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Folks welcome back to CLIMAX CONTROL, just one week removed from the HISTORIC one-hundred fiftieth episode! Among other things, we witnessed the reveal of a BLOCKBUSTER signing and hated Billionaire, Miles Blake...and perhaps the last-ever time "Mr. Showtime" Drake Green would fight for our World Championship. Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time.......Miles Blake.

The camera pans to the side as a smug-grin wearing Miles walks into the frame, armed with the same cane he clocked Drake with last week in one hand, and his free hand, running smoothly through his luscious golden hair.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Miles...I'm gonna get right down to business. You're a man with a checkered past, a man accused of playing favourites, killing three wrestling companies, and now you have a pure performer's contract as well as a chance to do the right thing. But...you proved you haven't changed a bit. What we all want to know...is why?

Miles shakes his head before letting out a low chuckle.

Miles Blake: Rock...how very, confrontational, of you. I thought backstage correspondents were supposed to be impartial? Yet you're over here gettin' all worked up over a dang wrestling match. Why? You say that like Drake is some do-gooder who has never screwed anyone out of anything. Come on now, is he really so innocent?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Drake is an ICONIC performer in these halls. A man well respected for his contributions. What you did --

Miles Blake: What I did is save this company from placating an old has been's ego. What I did, was make the best financial decision for SCW's interest. What I did...well, is nothing Drake would have done himself, should the situation have presented itself to him. I simply beat him to the punch...

Rocky rolls her eyes, clearly beginning to get annoyed at Miles' vintage dancing around the real question.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Beat him to the punch? What ever are you referring to? Drake is --

Miles Blake: Drake is a man so full of himself, with his alleged 'megastar' status such that he only works on big shows...then he waltzes in to a Climax Control taping just for a Title match? I couldn't let that stand.

Miles blurted out in interruption.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But WHY though Miles?! What does Drake Green as a potential record-setting four time World Champion, what does that do to you? Or are you just bitter over him calling you a failure when you made your over-hyped debut?

Miles' jovial expression quickly fades as he turns a now-stoic look right on her.

Miles Blake: What did you call me? I am NOT a failure. I'm Miles Effin Blake - I'm THE guy to be all over the circuit! I'm a success story. And over-hyped? Maybe it wasn't hyped, enough! Because when you sign a name the caliber of, Miles Blake, it's only natural you're gonna promote it, you're gonna hammer that fact home. Over and over and over and over. Because no one makes ratings, like me. No one draws a reaction, like me. And no one, is money.....like me!

???: "No one like you?"

Out of nowhere, Drake Green steps into the frame and the loud massive POP from the crowd can be heard out in the arena. Rocky Mountains quietly leaves the scene as the two rivals grow closer.

Drake: You really think that don't you. You really think you're better than all of the hard working men and women in that locker room don't you? You really believe all that egotistical crap that's falling out of your mouth don't you? You think you can stand here and get away with costing me MY title last week? You think because you're some old wrinkled asshole that you've got immunity, Miles? Is that really what you think?

Miles turns around, 'greeting' his newfound "friend".

Miles Blake: Your title?!

Miles points at Drake's shoulder, before shrugging his own.

Miles Blake: ...Sure doesn't look like it's yours to me. J2H might take issue with you claiming his property as your own. And besides, one of the qualifiers to claiming a Title as your own, is to, you know..actually win it. You didn't win it though 'champ'.

Drake: You're right. Because of you. Because of you and you're absolutely ridiculous fucking walking stick. You think this is over? You want to come here and shake the world up....you want to come here and be a big money draw? Well let's see what you got old man...

Miles raises an eyebrow curiously, gripping tighter on his cane.

Miles Blake: I already showed what I have. It cost you your last-ever shot at a World Championship. Or do you not remember? Poor guy, you must still be concussed...probably why you're not competing here tonight. Or wait, you're not competing here tonight because there's no Title on the line right? My bad.

You could see the animosity in Drake's eyes as the tension boiled to a thickness even a steak knife couldn't cut. Miles smirks as Drake starts to act.

Miles Blake: Go ahead. Your move, 'champ'...

Miles lifts his cane, making sure to bring the golden eagle topper into plain view for both the cameras, and Drake, to see. Drake stares at him and then stares at the cane. He smiles.

Drake: My move? How about I take that cane...break it in half...and shove that eagle right up your ass?

Miles looks at his cane, lovingly. And back at Drake, disgusted. With a smug grin, he scoffs.

Miles Blake: I'd say that sounds like a petty, idly threat. You don't have the stones to put a hand on my cane. In fact, I think you're scared of it. Scared of what it can do. Has done to you...

Drake rolls his eyes.

Miles Blake: As a matter of fact, I think you're so scared of it, that I will give the object of your fears a name. How about...'The Concussor'?

Miles lets out a boastful horse laugh, blatantly trying now to bait Drake in. Drake quickly grabs the cane with one hand -

Miles Blake: Don't touch my cane with your dirty hand...

Drake grins and reaches for it again, his hand glancing off the eaglehead before Miles pulls it back, taking a few steps back as he does.

Drake: What's the matter Miles? I'll tell you what...I'll give you three seconds to get the fuck out of my sight or I'm going to take that cane and put it through the wood chipper.

Miles turns on his heel, making a mad dash down the hallway, his cane gripped tightly in his hand. Drake smiles as he turns to the camera.

Drake: This is going to be fun...

Drake smiles again and heads down the hallway.

The door to The Elders locker room opens and we see Ted walking in with the dog. The camera focuses on the dog for a moment as he is wearing a platinum collar with a large diamond encrusted "W" hanging off of it and a Chicago Cubs baseball hat.

Ted: Heeeey! Did a little shopping with my dog. We had to get him right.

Master Lilly and Alana both let out an "Awe" While Song stands next to them with her arms folded shaking her head. Jon Dough is sitting on a couch and leans forward, while Eyesnsane is standing in front of an open locker doing something.

Jon: Did the dog really need all that? Why did you get him that stuff?

Ted: Because my big brother told me to, nah!

Jon: Eyesnsane?

They look toward the open locker and can only see the locker door.

Eyesnsane: Huh?

Jon: Why did you have Ted get all this for the dog?

Eyesnsane: You said you wanted to keep the damn thing right?

Jon: Well yeah, I mean....

Eyesnsane: Yeah yeah. So that being the case if we do something we are damn sure going to do it right.

They then hear the sound of flint and that is followed by what sounds like water bubbles being blown.

Master Lilly: What are you doing over there?

Alana: I think it's cute. Allot better than a t-shirt that reads I like it doggy style.

Ted and Matt both laugh.

Master Lilly: James!

Eyesnsane: Yo... I mean huh.

Eyesnsane sticks his head out from behind the locker door as smoke vapor escapes from his nostrils. Song walks over to him to see what he's doing.

Alana: You're not. Tell me you're not doing what I think you are doing.

Eyesnsane: I ain't gotta tell you shit, this ain't FWA and you ain't the boss of me or my manager.

Ted: Bro, are you hot boxing your locker?

Eyesnsane: It's the dog's locker and.....

Song: It's a hookah.

Song opens the door to the locker wider. The dog walks over to the locker and sits next to Eyesnsane and looks up at the straw in his hand.

Master Lilly: No Eyesnsane she is not the boss of you, but she is here for a reason.

We hear a door slam and loud yelling from a distance.

Master Lilly: You hear that?

Song: That sounds like....

Eyesnsane &

Ted: Oh shit just got real here.

Master Lilly: I can assure you this won't happen again.

Lin Ting Lu bows at the security team.

Master Lilly: You guys can head back to the locker room. Song and Alana stay here with me for a bit I'm sure Mark Ward or Mr. Underwood will be here shortly and will expect an explanation to what the heck just happened.

Jacob Summers stands in the far corner of the six-sided ring as the announcements are about to be made.

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

The arena quiets down as the house lights drop out and a chilling blue light filters through the crowd. The soft opening guitars of Five Finger Death Punch's "Bad Company" start to ring out. Johnny Tsunami and Caleb Houston slowly walks out on to the stage and they both stand firmly beneath the large screen. They both turn to each other as the lyrics kick in, before turning back to Evie Baang who follows them out onto the stage, wearing her patented hooded leather jacket. Johnny throws a fist into the air as the pop from the drums kicking in fills the arena. They give each other a quick fist bump before they both start heading down to the ring.

Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Evie Baang.....weighing a combined 407 pounds....the team of Caleb Houston and Johnny Tsunami......BAD COMPANY!

They hop up into the ring as Evie slides in between the ropes. They parade around the ring before making their way to their corner.

Justin: And their opponents!...

Mind Crawler hits the entrance way as the arena goes black and a golden spotlight hits on the entrance way as James Tuscini walks to the arena as the fans react to him. Extending their ams as the wrestler looks around and reacts to the crowd. The two play the crowd handing out high fives and shaking hands. They reach the ring as Dmitri emerges and the crowd goes silent for him.

Justin: At a total combined weight of five hundred and forty pounds, the team of Dmitri and the reigning Roulette Champion, James Tuscini! They are the Unholy Alliance!

Staring down the big vampire as he walks to the ring, ignoring the fans before climbing on the apron and stepping over the ring rope. There he high fives Tuscini before focussing his attention back to the opponents in the ring.

Jacob signals for the bell.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Dmitri and Johnny Tsunami quickly circle each other and tie up. Dmitri has the strength and size advantage and he throws the smaller, lighter grappler harshly to the canvas! Dmitri goes right to work before Johnny can recover and he grabs him by the head and starts driving knee after knee up into his head, then quickly turns Johnny around into a chokehold from behind as Jacob issues his count to make him break!

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Johnny stuggles to pull out of it and throws an elbow into Dmitri's ribs and breaks free. Johnny then runs into the ropes, and comes off, charging at his larger foe, but suddenly Dmitri counters and scoops him into his arms and drives him to the mat with a spine buster!

Adams: That's where the size advantage comes in handy!

Dmitri stands up and begins to stomp away on Tsunami. Johnny slowly crawls to the ropes, still under attack. Dmitri lets up the attack just long enough to grab him from behind and lift him into a sidewalk slam, but instead of dropping him immediately, Dmitri walks away from the ropes, looks towards his own tag team partner, then slams Tsunami with authority. Dmitri walks over to his corner and tags James Tuscini in by slapping his shoulder.

Adams: And now we're going to see the Roulette Champion in action!

Simone: Tuscini has been dominant as the champion but this is the first chance we've gotten to see him in tag team competition.

As Dmitri leaves the ring and stands on the apron of his corner, the Roulette Champion runs towards Tsunami and connects with a guillotine leg drop across his throat. Johnny rolls over onto his hands and knees, coughing, and tries to shake the cobwebs loose. He doesn't have time, though as Tuscini kicks him in the ribs. The Roulette Champion raises his arms in in mock triumph, sending the crowd into a scattering of both cheers of approval as well as boos of scorn.

Adams: The crowd doesn't seem very sure of themselves with these four guys, do they?

Simone: There's not one of these four men who won't bend or break a rule when it matters coming out on top.

James Tuscini pulls Tsunami to his feet, lifts him into a sidewalk slam, and drops him across his knee with a backbreaker. But instead of letting his opponent drop to the mat, Tuscini keeps Tsunami's spine arched over his knee. He then begins pushing down on his neck and legs, adding more pressure to his back.

Simone: We may have an early submission coming up here. The body simply is not meant to bend that way.

Johnny hollers in pain as Jacob asks if he wants to submit, to which Johnny struggles to shake his head "no". Tuscini then raises his arm and elbows Johnny across the sternum, then throws him off his knee to the mat. The Roulette Champion walks over to where Dmitri is standing and nodding in apporoval of his tag team partner's actions.

Simone: Not the smartest thing to do by the champion, taking his attention away from an opponent.

Adams: Maybe he thinks it's safe since he's got things in hand?

The Roulette Champion turns back to his opponent, and is immediately met with a standing dropkick from a recovered Johnny Tsunami!

Adams: Okay I stand corrected!

The crowd begins to cheer as the Roulette Champion hits the mat! Tuscini pulls himself to his feet and charges at Johnny, only for Johnny to jump into thje ropes and springboard back into a flying heel kick to the chops! James Tuscini crashes to the mat and Johnny struggles to pull himself to his feet and tags in Caleb Houston!

Adams: And finally Caleb gets tagged in!

Tsunami grabs Tuscini by the head under his arm and brings him down with a falling reverse DDT across his knee, following up with a swinging neck breaker to the canvas. He ducks out as Caleb pulls Tuscini to his feet and he takes a boxer's stance and begins lashing out with three straight savate kicks to James's ribcage, followed up with a straight right hand to the jaw.

Simone: Caleb Houston has a dangerous MMA reputation and we are getting a prime example of that right here.

Caleb drags Tuscini up around the waist from behind and German suplexes him over into a bridge!

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2.....

Tuscini gets a shoulder up!

James Tuscini slowly pulls himself up to his feet and walks right into Houston's arms as he grabs him into a clinch and begins striking him in the head and upper body with knee shots. He staggers the champion when he suddenly pivots on his feet and lays Tuscini out with a spinning heel kick!

Adams: He laid out the champion!

Caleb with the cover, hooking the near leg!

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Tuscini kicks out!

Simone: No way. Tuscini's taken more punishment than that and come out on top.

Caleb goes for an Irish whip but Tuscini reverses it! Tuscini swings but Caleb ducks under the blow, rebounds off the far side of the ring and leave shis footing and connects with a Shining Wizard kick right into the champion's head! Another cover and he hooks the leg!

Adams: Another shot to the head!

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Dmitri breaks it up!

Simone: It could have been over had it not been for Dmitri!

Adams: That's what tag team wrestling is all about -- constant interference!

Jacob ushers Dmitri from the ring, reprimanding him for his interference! Meanwhile, Caleb sends Tuscini into the far corner and runs in for a Stinger splash but the Roulette Champion thinks quickly and moves, grabbing Houston by the head and using the momentum to ram him extra hard into the corner! Caleb stumbles back and right into an exploder suplex from James Tuscini, bringing him down with authority!

Adams: There is still life in the champ!

The Roulette Champion falls back into his own corner and tags in Dmitri. Dmitri and Tuscini both send Houston into the ropes, scoop him up and plant him with a double flapjack! Dmitri grabs Caleb by the neck and drives him to the mat with an STO! He covers him and hooks the near leg!

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Johnny Tsunami baseball slides right into Dmitri's head, breaking it up!

Adams: What's good for the goose... is a nice orange sauce.

Simone: Not the way the statement is supposed to be, but truer never the less.

Dmitri stands up and glares at Johnny who is already back on the apron, shouting something at him. Dmitri turns his attentions back to the fallen Houston and he scoops him up onto his shoulder and deposits him onto the top turnbuckle. A shot to the stomach weakens Caleb, knocking the air from his body. Jacob orders Dmitri to step away but the rather intimidating man turns and glares at the official, backing him off, but this allows Caleb to quickly regain his compsure and spring from his perch, bulldogging Dmitri from behind!

Simone: Point and score!

Both men are down and Jacob is forced to issue his count!

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

Caleb is on his hands and knees, crawling to his corner.

5...
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Dmitri tags the Roulette Champion back in! Tuscini climbs through the ropes and charges but Caleb tags Johnny and Tsunami vaults over the top rope as a springboard and connects a dropkick right into James's head! Grabbing his larger opponent quickly, Johnny sends him into the ropes and he comes right off into a Hurricanrana! Tuscini is on his knees and Johnny strikes with a superkick, knocking James over to his back! Tusnami with the cover!

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Tuscini kicks out!

As the match goes on, the fans boo loudly as Joshua Acquin comes down to the ringside area.

Simone: Oh what the hell is he doing out here!?

Adams: Well the Acquins have been making life miserable for Bad Company's manager Evie on Twitter. Things may be ready to spill over.

Joshua Acquin yells insults at Tsunami, and Johnny starts to come out, giving James Tuscini the opportunity for a pin as he rolls him up from behind!

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Johnny kicks out!

Simone: Why the hell does Mark and Christian even let this idiot come down to the ring!?

James Tuscini gerts up quickly and catches a charging Tsunami into a belly-to-belly suplex and cover!

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Tsunami kicks out!

James tags Dmitri back inside of the ring and holds him in the corner as Dmitri backs up across the ring, all the while Acquin smiling and nodding as Evie approaches, screaming for him to leave the area. Dmitri charges and dives for a spear -- only for Johnny to grab Tuscini and pull him over into his place and Dmitri strikes his own partner!

Adams: Oh THAT is gonna cost them!

Dmitri tries to grab Tsunami but Johnny somersaults from his grip and tags Caleb!

Simone: And the proverbial you-know-what is about to hit the fan!

Caleb is immediately inside of the ring and charges, clotheslining Dmitri down to the mat! Tuscini is back up and tries to break the assault up but Caleb clotheslines him as well, sending him tumbling from the ring! Dmitri tries to come up from behind but Caleb greets him with a spinning back fist!

Adams: Caleb is on fire!

Suddenly on the outside, Joshua Acquin grabs Evie and throws her over his shoulder!

Adams: What...!?

And Joshua starts hurrying towards the backstage area with a struggling and screaming Evie kicking and flaying!

Simone: What the hell does he think he's doing!?

Adams: He's KIDNAPPING Evie Baang!

Johnny jumps down from the apron to give chase but Tuscini grabs him unsuspectingly by the arm and slings him hard into the guard rail! Caleb sees what is happening to Evie on the outside and starts to climb through the ropes himself but Dmitri clobbers him from behind with a Clothesline From Hell!

Adams: Oh no!

Dmitri then brings caleb up and over with a suplex, and the moment Houston hits the mat, he is crushed by a second rope splash from the Roulette Champion! Tuscini rolls from the ring and prevents Johnny from getting involved as Dmitri makes the cover!

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Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Here are your winners, Dmitri and James Tuscini -- THE UNHOLY ALLIANCE!

The crowd boos with some cheers as a laughing Joshua Acquin suddenly puts Evie down and avoids a shot from the spitfire! Evie runs back down to check on her team while Dmitri and Tuscini celebrate!

Adams: And Dmitri and Tuscini get a big win, maybe even an upset! They showed themselves as possible future contenders for the tag team titles!

Simone: Forget the tag team titles! After what Joshua Acquin just pulled, I'd say things just got personal between the Acquins and Bad Company!

Dmitri and Tuscini leave the ring, leaving Bad Company in the ring. All of a sudden two Metro cruisers pull up to the outside of the ramp, fans cheer thinking they are here to get Joshua. Four officers get out and hop up onto the ramp and start to flank Joshua as fans boo seeing that Joshua has called them out here. Joshua moves around, grabbing a microphone from the announce table.

Joshua: "Hold it right there Bad Company, after your assault of me last week I have decided to get my friends at Metro involved. If you could be so kind to handcuff these men. Don't worry about Ms. Baang in the ring."

The officers handcuff both men of Bad Company while Joshua looks on and glares right at Evie as it is being done.

Joshua: "Alright officers you can leave the men right here and head back to my locker room and make yourselves at home. Actually leave me a pair of cuffs in case Evie decides to get out of line."

Joshua grabs the handcuffs and holds onto them as the fans boo. Joshua looks at Evie and smiles before taking both members of bad company with a double clothesline. After the move he whips his attention to Evie backing her into the corner. As he does a person jumps the barricade and jumps up onto the apron on the same corner as she is backing into and grabs her arm and handcuffs her to the top rope. Joshua smiles as Austin gets into the ring. Joshua walks up to Evie smiling a sadistic smile.

Joshua: "Ohh Evie you did one thing last week and now you are going to pay dearly for it. You know what you want to say that I was dragging your name through the mud. I just pointed out what was public knowledge. Just as it seems that you pointed out my so called flings, just because I say hi to whomever doesn't mean jack. I think everyone here knows my relationship with Amy is more brother sister than anything else. But mine and yours..."

He walks closer and in her range to back hand him as she smacks him he grabs her arm after the hit and cuffs it to the other top rope and backs away as she starts to kick at him.

Joshua: "You did think I would let you get more than one hit in on me. Luckily it is me and not Austin he like that kind of stuff. Sorry I couldn't get any of the pink fuzzy handcuff you maybe use to"

She kicks at Joshua. As Joshua over-dramatically jumps out of the way he notices both members of Bad Company start to get up. Joshua sees this and yells towards Austin. Joshua hits the Nightmare on Caleb while Austin does an Acquin Stomp on Johnny. Joshua rolls out of the ring and grabs two chairs and throws them in the ring as he gets back into the ring.

Joshua: "Now Missy you like to put your hands on ME? I could smash your face in with this chair easy. But no I am not that nice. You could care less if I hit you, plus you know I have been told to never hit a woman, or bitch. So what do you care about and it is so simple to see, Bad Company. Last week I took eighteen staples to my head because of your boys here. Eighteen staples that is painful as hell. I am Just starting to be your nightmare. You don't care about your well-being it is these two we have laid out here."

Joshua takes a couple chair shot to Caleb's back before picking him up and ordering Austin to place his chair on the ground as Joshua sets up for a Second Nightmare. Austin places the chair and slaps Joshua on the shoulder to let him know it is there. Joshua hits the Second Nightmare onto the chair busting open the skull of Caleb.

Joshua: "Oh no Evie you have some explaining to do to his arm candy. Here let me help you Evie. Eden I am not sorry for messing up your baes face."

Simone: Acquin is sick!

Austin tells Joshua to set up the chair where he can drop Johnny's head to and does a Jackpot on him.

Joshua: "Oh no Remi we gave Johnny a concussion maybe he will do whatever you want."

Adams: Whatever snapped in Acquin's head lately, needs repairing quickly

Joshua and Austin take Bad Company up the ramp to the Metro cruisers and give them both a powerbomb onto the hoods.

Joshua: "Evie you and your boys brought this on yourselves"

Joshua and Austin stand at the top of the ramp as Nightmare plays and Remi and Eden run in to check on Bad company as Joshua and Austin laugh at what they have done.

Simone: I can't believe they did that! They destroyed Bad Company in front of Evie Baang.

"Burning down the House" by the Used blares out as the crowd jumps to their feet. A blue filter fills the E Center as the drums beat. As the guitars kick in heavy, bursts of pyrotechnics go off around the stage that elicits a loud cheer from the crowd.

As the smoke clears, out walks Drake Green with a giant smile on his face. His hair dripping wet and his t-shirt half soaked through. The crowd jumps to their feet cheering as he steps onto the stage. He raises both arms up and down motioning for the crowd to get up to their feet. The crowd responds with loud cheers as they get up.

Crowd: Massive POP!

Green, still with a large smile, stands tall as he raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky as the crowd starts to get behind him. He taps his left fist over his heart twice and points back up to the sky in salute. Just as the chorus for the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings but losing his smile a bit as a focused look comes over his face.

Justin: Please welcome to the ring at this time.......DRAAAAAKE GREEEEEEEN!

Drake trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring. He walks around the entire rings, making sure he says hello to all the fans at ringside. Finally, he hops onto to the apron and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, motioning for the microphone.

Drake: Helloooo Laughlin, Nevada!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages....welcome to the show!

Crowd: Even louder POP!

Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am your Main Event Maker and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: People of Laughlin, MY PEOPLE! I know you can do better than that. I asked you WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake stands there for a few seconds smiling as the crowd cheers. He quiets them down after a few moments.

Drake: You know after last week I've done a lot of thinking. I've been racking my brain trying to figure out why that piece of shit Miles Blake did what he did. And after hours and hours of contemplation, after days of solitude and pensivity...you know what I came up with?

He stands there for a few moments.

Drake: I realized I don't give a fuck. Now I'm sick and tired of chasing you down Miles Blake. You've got to the count of three before I come back there and commit an assault on the elderly.....One!

He paces.

Drake: Two!

He stands in the center of the ring.

Drake: Thr-

The arena lights change to a money green color as they flash like a strobe. The sounds of a cash register opening begins to play, followed soon after by Lil Scrappy ft Young Bucks' "Money in the Bank".

Adams: Oh boy...stuff is about to hit the fan!

"Billionaire" Miles Blake comes out of the back with a swagger in his step and his solid oak cane to a round of jeers. He slowly bobs his head to the beat while pointing his thumbs at his chest as if to say "I Got Money in the Bank". Half way down the aisle he produces his own mic as the music fades out.

Miles Blake: You want this, eh Draky Boy?

He lifts his cane up, and then mockingly pulls it back.

Miles Blake: Well too damned bad! You don't get it. You will never, get it. And you will never even be able to dream, about getting it!

Miles takes his cane, and mimes drawing another line separating the two of them.

Simone: Uh oh. We saw this same trick last week.

Miles Blake: You want it though? Come cross that line. If you got any stones at all, you'll come cross this line, right now!

Drake drops his microphone and takes a step forward, eager to get his hands on Miles and his cane, when from out of nowhere, a young man hops the barricade, slides into the ring and attacks Drake from behind, knocking him down to the canvas.

Simone: What is this?

The man, dressed in a light blue sports coat, dark blue shirt, and brown pants jumps on top of the fallen Drake and begins to pound hard shots to the top of his skull. One after another, he drops hard bombs onto the head of the defenseless former World Heavyweight Champion. After a few moments, Drake stops even trying to defend himself. The young man, well-built and handsome, gets up to his feet. He rips off his expensive sports coat and chucks it down to ringside. With Miles egging him on, he grabs the legs of the near-passed out Drake Green, and applies a Standing Figure-Four Leglock. This immediately wakes Green up as he screams out in pain.

Simone: Somebody should do something. Drake can't even defend himself.

Adams: I agree...get security.

As security runs out from behind the curtain, the young man drops Drake's legs back down to the mat. He stands over Drake, who is passed out from the pain, and lets a small twisted smile sneak out from his lips. Just at this moment, Miles walks over, microphone in hand...

Miles Blake: My name is Miles Blake...and I am the former Executive Producer of DARC Pro Sports...and the largest free agent acquisition TO-DATE of Sin City Wrestling!

Adams: Ok, but who is your little friend?

Crowd: "BOOOOOOO!!"

Miles Blake: Boo all you want, it still isn't gonna make me go away.

Simone: You're stalling, Blake...

Crowd: "BOOOOOOO!!!!"

Miles Blake: Ha ha ha, you chumps are too easy. What, you think I'd walk around these halls with a...a menace to society like Drake Green, of all people, walking around unchained? So allow me to introduce...the newest client of the Billionaire's Club, a man classy enough to EARN the right to date my lil pumpkin Brooklyn Blake...

Crowd: "You can't wrestle!"

Miles Blake (tongue-in-cheek): I don't need to, I'm really, filthy rich! And I have this man in my corner...

The well-groomed, chiseled torso of Drake Green's attacker steps forward as Mils grabs his arm and lifts it in the air triumphantly.

Miles Blake: Ladies and gentlemen, the FUTURE of sports and entertainment and Sin City Wrestling...this is SCOTT!! SANDERS!!! This is the man who will, are you ready for this?

Crowd: "BOOOOOOO!!"

Simone: Oh god here we go.

Miles Blake: "Make Wrestling Great Again!"

Money in the Bank starts to play again as Miles and his new advocate head out fo the ring, leaving a barely conscious Drake Green in the center of the ring.

Keira is seen in her locker room, but only hers since Mark wanted to separate her and Roxi this week. She was wearing a white top with white pants as she stares at the mirror

Keira: Why? Why does my life keep throwing me so many curveballs? Better question. Why are those balls starting to look like cannon balls?

Rocky Mountains was seen entering, but slowly tries to catch Keira. Keira sees her and says

Keira: What are you doing...

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I thought we could do a quick interview?

Keira: .....Make it quick.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I just wanted to know. You fought Roxi two times. One in another place. One here, now that you got a third match with her, especially now with a shot at the World Bombshell Title on the line, how difficult is this for you?

Keira slowly sits up and turns to Rocky. Like a woman possessed, she looks at Rocky and says

Keira: Roxi knows I'll do anything to become champion. But, if you think this will break me? Think again. I've worked hard to get to this point. I will get my shot.

Keira looks at the camera

Keira: Roxi, I love you. But, it's time for me to get my shot at destiny. Excuse me...

Keira turns and walks out as we cut to a break

Joshua and Austin are sitting back watching and laughing about what happened. Joshua turns the corner and bumps into somebody. As camera pans out if this seem to be Remi and her sister Eden.

Joshua: Watch where your going. I swear these new guys get under foot to easy and think everyone is their friend.

Remi looks up to see Joshua Acquin and his brother standing there in front of the two. Eden was in tears after seeing what had happened to Caleb because of the Acquin brothers. Eden wasn't sure if she was supposed to be scared of the two or not and Remi just had a scowl on her face.

Eden: I can't...believe you would do something so HORRIBLE to another person!

Remi: Edie...

Remi tried to console Eden, knowing that Eden was much closer to Caleb and open about it than Remi was with Johnny. Eden pulls her arm away from Remi.

Eden: You're lucky that I'm going to to the hospital with my boyfriend.

Eden glares at the two before looking at Remi, giving her a look.

Remi: What?

Eden: Are you coming?!

Remi shakes her head no.

Remi: I will in a little bit. You go and take care of Caleb.

Eden just nods her head, shooting a glare at the two brothers before she herself walks off, leaving Remi alone with the two.

Remi: I bet you two feel real proud of yourselves, don't you?

The rainbow haired Bombshell crosses her arms over her chest, eyeing them up a bit. Joshua looks over at Austin and shares a smile with him. His face changes to go along with his mocking tone.

Joshua: Oh no Austin what have we done. We have hurt two people that mean nothing.

Austin plays along with Joshua.

Austin: Oh I really hope we didn't hurt them too bad maybe we can send flowers. Do you know of any flower shops that could send some dead flowers?

Joshua and Austin laugh at one another and turn back toward Remi. Joshua walks toward her and points to the staples in his head.

Joshua: Look right here to what your little boy toy did to me last week. Eighteen staples into my skull. I am not a nice person and put in that I had to spend half my night in the trainers room getting all patched up...it's not fun. Now if you don't watch it I will have to get some management involved and test some people here. I know we are clean. Are you?

Joshua and Austin look at her with inquisitive eyes. Joshua gets a smile on his face as he is in thought.

Joshua: There is one thing you can give to Johnny.

Joshua plants a kiss on Remi and steps back to see her reaction. Remi froze in her spot, completely frozen in place as he had kissed her, his lips on hers. She could feel the panic attack start and soon she was close to hyperventilating. She didn't want to be doing this in front of them. After calming down, she glares at Joshua before hitting him, punching him in his left eye.

Remi: I don't know who the fuck you think you are, you vile little cockroach but you don't get to put your filthy little mouth on me and think it's okay to do. I don't care if I'm ... with Johnny or not, you don't get to touch me.

Joshua grabs his left eye and steps back more in shock of what happen. After he composes himself he gets right in her face.

Joshua: Didn't your dad teach you not to hit a man. Maybe daddy didn't teach you how to be a proper way to be a lady. My mom on the other hand taught me not to hit a woman and it is taking everything in me not to send you through that wall.

Austin gets in between them and pushes Joshua back.

Austin: She's not worth it, Mark will turn a blind eye to that but Christian won't.

Austin is physically holding him back as Joshua is trying to get to Remi

Joshua: Don't think you got away with this your boyfriend will pay for this. Make sure he looks both ways crossing the street, wouldn't want anything to happen.

Joshua laughs as he waits to see her response to what he said. Remi tries to mask her emotions as he talks about her father, a figure that Joshua didn't know himself but Remi knew all too well. She checks out mentally for a minute, letting Johsua get what he had to say out.

Remi: Are you done? Are you done being a worthless piece of trash for one second?

She crosses her arms over her chest for a moment, glowering at him.

Remi: Johnny can handle himself. How many staples did you say you had in your head, Josh-ew-a? 18? I'm pretty sure Johnny and Caleb did that to you and enjoyed every second of it. I'm also sure they wouldn't mind doing it again. Hell, I only wish that I could be there to help the next time that they do decide to do it again. But I guess, I'll just settle for this...

Before he has time to register her words and realize something else is coming, she places her hands on his shoulders and knees him hard between his legs.

Remi: That's for being such puke.

Joshua is on the ground in pain and through labored breaths speaks.

Joshua: You...little...next time...we see....your boyfriend....we will....put them....on the shelf.

Austin walk past Joshua and targets Remi.

Austin: You think you can do that to Joshua and get away with it.

Austin puts his hand on her shoulder.

Austin: I want you to join your boyfriend the next time we see them so I can smash your face with a chair accidentally so you can feel what we felt last week. But now I think I will settle for this.

Austin starts to pick up Remi but she gets free. She struggles enough, causing him to drop her on the floor and she glowers up at him as she is on the floor.

Remi: You are a ...

But she stops and her eyes and face go blank as she stares up at him and then she scoots away from him, in fear, almost as if she saw somebody else.

Remi: Don't touch me! Get away from me!

She screams at him, causing a scene. Austin is shocked at the scene she is creating. Austin picks her up with her hitting him and screaming as he navigates the halls trying to find a room for her. He finds a broom closet and puts her in it.

Austin: Calm down.

Austin slams the door and walks the other way hoping that Remi stays in the closet. He walks up to a crew member and points to the closet and makes a gesture that lets them know someone crazy is in there.

Pussy Willow can be seen standing near a curtain in the backstage area where an SCW logo can be seen hanging behind her. She looks at the cameraman and takes a slow breath before she begins to speak.

Pussy: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time is...

Suddenly a hand comes into view to cover the microphone as Connor Murphy wearing a dark jacket, white shirt and dark jeans steps into view. Pussy rolls her eyes and tilts her head to glare at Connor who smiles back at her then moves to stand beside her and put his arm over her shoulder.

Connor Murphy: If it isn't my favourite interviewer in the place. How have you been holding up without me Pussy m'love?

Pussy: I have been doing quite well actually Connor. Not once have I been told that I talk too much when I don't talk at all and I haven't had to deal with your joking around either.

Connor Murphy: So you are saying you missed me then. I'm flattered Pussy, I really am.

Connor offers her a genuine smile that makes Pussy smile in spite of herself.

Pussy: So Connor, where have you been lately hmm? We haven't seen you in quite a while. I mean the last time we saw you, you delivered a resurrected Gummi Bear to Despayre. Last I heard, you were known as the Bear Whisperer.

Connor pops his jacket's collar as he reaches into an inside pocket for a pack of cigarettes and pulls one out and sets it between his lips.

Pussy: Smoking's not allowed in the building Connor.

Connor gives Pussy a look then looks both ways down the hall. Shrugging he motions that no one can see him but Pussy stops him from lighting the cigarette. Sighing as if she had taken his last bit of money, Connor takes the cigarette from his lips and tucks it behind his ear.

Connor Murphy: Okay okay...I'll wait til I get outside. So where were we..oh yeah, bear whisperer. See, I am a hero in Despayre's eyes because I was able to save that bear when no one could. And if you ask me I should never have had to save it in the first place because my peace offering to the little bas...Heavyweight champ was disrespected the way it was. Hell I was being the bigger person and congratulating James.

Pussy: That doesn't sound right.

Connor gives Pussy a disbelieving look.

Connor Murphy: Really Pussy? Really? I am man enough to admit that in our match he was the better man that night. And in all actually I have to ask myself what would I do with the heavyweight title anyways.

Pussy: So are you saying that you don't want a rematch for the title?

Connor Murphy: That's right Pussy, I don't really care about a rematch, I don't care about facing anyone in this company because you see, I decided in my little vacation that it isn't going to matter who I face I am going to be having fun. After all this is what I like doing and I do it well so bring on all comers. Connor Murphy's come back to fight. And with that Puss...I think I am going to go and find me some open air and enjoy a cigarette...

Taking the cigarette from behind his ear, he slides it between his teeth and with a smile walks away leaving Pussy to watch him leave.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Bombshell Internet Championship belt!!!

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

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

Justin: Standing in at 5'7 and weighing in at 128 pounds!! Hailing from Juneau, Alaska!!! Amy Marshall!!!!

The cameras scan back to ring side while the lighting in the arena dims down to nothing. In the background a techno bass drum solo comes to life on the personal address system, before an array of bright coloured lights start flickering sporadically. "I'm laid back, I'm feeling this"? sounds, alerting the crowd to the beginning of let's get ridiculous by Red Foo. As the arena comes to life with a night club vibe the lighting at the top of the ramp picks up. The lighting picks up the movement of the black curtains being pushed to the side and out walks two large muscular men. The men are dressed only in a pair of white shiny pants, while their shoes are made out to be horse hooves on top of their heads in a large Unicorn head hiding their identity. As the two shirtless giants make their way onto the stage, it's brought to everyone attention that they are each dragging a long thick piece of white rope. As the two men continue down the walkway, the item that they are pulling finally pops out from behind the curtain.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, weighing in at one hundred and twenty nine pounds, from St. Helena California she is Sin City Wrestling's Little Miss Sunshine Meeeeeellloooody Grrraaaaacee!!!

The fans come to life with cheers as now on top of the stage Melody is seen sitting on top of a carnival ride. She's seated on a large white Unicorn who is sliding up and down a golden pole; similar to a merry go round. Sitting side saddle in-between the wings of the unicorn Pegasus Melody starts waving adoringly to her fans, who are cheering her on. The two giant men drag the Carnival ride to the middle of the ramp way before each setting down their ropes and making their way towards the moving horned horse. Both men reach up and grab onto Melody's delicate figure and help her down from the unicorn. Giving each of the boys a firm hug the bubbly blonde takes off towards the ring slapping the fans hands along her way. While the men drag her noble steed back up the ramp, Melody finally reaches the ring steps that she quickly runs up. Walking along the ring apron giving the fans a little shake of her tail feathers before stepping over the middle rope Mel enters the ring. Making her way around the six sided ring Melody is waving wildly at the fans, while dancing unable to contain her excitement. As her theme dies down of the personal address system Melody makes her way over to her corner and takes off her furry hood making sure that she puts it down gently.

Simone: I'm curious what the tag team partner of Jessie Salco can do against the Internet Champion.

Adams: I'm sure that the champ feels that she will beat the challenge of Amy Marshall!!

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

Justin Decent: And her opponent...weighing in at one hundred twenty pounds...From Miami, Florida...KEIRA FISHER-JOHNSON!!!

The lights come back on as Keira turns and walks down the ring. She slaps a few fans hands as she slides in. She raises her hand and shouts out, "Like a HERO, BABY!" before she turns and looks towards the love of her life, and now her opponent for the night. Her music dies down as she and Roxi take a few steps towards one another, both much different expressions on their faces than last time. Before Jasmine calls for the bell, Roxi extends her hand to Keira with a smile on her face. Keira doesn't hesitate as the two shake hands and Jasmine calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

After the bell rings, Keira goes to let go of Roxi's hand, but Roxi keeps her grip firmly locked in, taking Keira off guard for a moment. Keira smiles awkwardly and she's suddenly taken off guard, again, as Roxi takes her down with a surprise clothesline then quickly charges at the ropes!

Adams: Whoa! Did that just happen?!

Simone: It appears so, Jason, and I'm as surprised as you are.

As Roxi rebounds off the ropes, Keira kips up back to her feet quickly and ducks forward, attempting a back body drop, but Roxi rolls over Keira's back drops down and pulls Keira down into a quick and early roll up pin attempt!

1...

2...Keira quickly kicks out!

Simone: This is a much different match than we saw back in November.

Adams: I know, and I'm not sure I like it!

As both women get back to their feet, Keira looks at Roxi, surprised, but she seems much more determined than their last encounter. Roxi doesn't waste any time or momentum as she charges at Keira and it leads to the two locking up, fighting for control over the other! A game of push and shove leads to Keira getting the upperhand and pushing Roxi against the ropes. Jasmine only warns her once to back away and when she does, she, and everyone else, are surprised when Roxi hits her with a boot to the gut! Keira doubles forward and Roxi follows it up by connecting her knee to Keira's face that sends her stumbling back a bit! Roxi backs against the ropes and rebounds back, launching at Keira with a forearm that finally takes her down and Roxi hooks her leg for the pin!

1...

2...

2 1/2...Keira gets her shoulder up!

Adams: I think the fans are stunned into silence right now, Belinda! Roxi is actually fighting her wife!

Simone: That she is, but if there is one thing I know about Roxi, it's that she has a reason for it.

Keira quickly rolls away from Roxi and the two women get back to their feet. Keira touches her face and almost seems to be checking for any sign of blood as she looks at Roxi, still a little shocked, but as Roxi signals for her to come at her again, the shock quickly wears off and Keira launches herself at Roxi, taking her down with a spear, but she doesn't go for the pin right away as she jumps back to her feet, then steps through the ropes, walking over to the corner turnbuckle where she quickly steps up to the top turnbuckle! The crowd is now on their feet again, finally making some noise as Keira watches Roxi and waits.

Adams: Keira's gonna go flying! Watch out, Roxi!

Simone: We're seeing a different side to Keira tonight, that's for sure. She was dreading facing Roxi, but she's not holding back at all.

Roxi slowly gets back to her feet and looks around for Keira. Keira launches herself off the top turnbuckle just as Roxi turns around and Roxi doesn't have time to think as Keira executes a diving hurricanrana going straight for the pin!

1...

2...

Roxi gets her shoulder up!

Simone: And Roxi making Keira work a little harder if she wants to win her spot in the Six Pack Challenge at Summer XXXTreme IV.

Adams: That match itself is going to be harder than facing Roxi!

Keira gets back to her feet and pulls Roxi with her. She takes her by the arm and whips her across the ring. Roxi rebounds back and Keira goes for a standing drop kick, but Roxi ducks causing Keira to crash against the canvas and Roxi runs towards the opposite set of ropes! She launches herself at the ropes and rebounds back, going for a springboard moonsault, but Keira gets her knees up just in the knick of time and Roxi pays for it quickly as she rolls away, holding her midsection.

Simone: Nice counter by Keira there!

Adams: I don't think Roxi would agree with that statement.

Keira is the first back to her feet and she gets right back on the offensive to her wife. She takes Roxi by her arm and whips her into the corner turnbuckle! Roxi's back bounces off the turnbuckle and she winces as a jolt of pain runs down her spin but Keira backs to the opposite set of ropes then charges across the ring! She leaps at Roxi, hitting her with a forearm smash in the corner! She takes Roxi by the arm and AGAIN whips her across the ring, this time into the opposite turnbuckle and Keira follows it up with another forearm smash, that is quickly wearing down Roxi!

Adams: How much do you want to bet that after this match, Keira is going to feel so guilty about having to do this?

Simone: She's been feeling guilty all week on Twitter! But, hey, she has to do what she has to do to secure her spot in the Six Pack Challenge!

Adams: Even if it breaks up her marriage?

Simone: You're kidding, right? A jackhammer couldn't break up that marriage!

Roxi looks to be dazed and confused as Keira goes to lift Roxi up to the top turnbuckle! Only then does Roxi realize what is going on and she starts fighting back, getting a hard right shot into Keira's temple that catches Keira off guard! Keira 's head snaps back as she looks at Roxi, and she hits Roxi with a hard right shot of her own and the two begin a back and forth of right shots! Roxi eventually gets the upperhand as she is able to fire three hits in a row that sends Keira stumbling back, but she stays on her feet! Roxi quickly steps up to the top turnbuckle and launches herself at Keira attempting a flying shoulder block but Keira quickly counters it and hits Roxi with a superkick to the face while Roxi is in midair!

Simone: Holy sh....

Adams: Language, Belinda!

Simone: Yeah, yeah...But did you just see that?!

Adams: See it? I FELT it! And I think Roxi is feeling it, too!

Immediately following that superkick, Roxi rolls on to her stomach and is seen clutching her jaw, looking like she's really hurting! Jasmine quickly drops down to check on Roxi, but she can't tell if Roxi is really hurt or not and Keira's face turns to panic right away. She kneels down to check on Roxi, making sure the love of her life is okay, but just as she does this, Roxi pulls her down into a roll up pin attempt!

1...

2...

3- NO! Keira kicks out!

Simone: Roxi resorting to what Keira did last time! She was feigning an injury to get the best of her wife!

Adams: Those two will always fall for that it seems!

Roxi is about to get back to her feet after the roll up, but Keira doesn't allow this as she pulls Roxi down into a tight inside cradle!

1...

2...

2 1/2...Roxi kicks out!

Adams: I think I'm about to get dizzy here...

Simone: I hope you have your sick bucket with you!

Both women quickly jump back to their feet and Roxi jumps up, hitting Keira with a standing hurricanrana and she immediately hooks Keira's leg for another pin attempt!

1...

2...

Keira gets her shoulder up!

Simone: This is one hell of a match from both women, but Keira is really proving how badly she wants to win this.

Adams: Hey, do you think that Roxi is---

Simone: Let's not EVEN go there, Jason.

Keira quickly rolls away from Roxi and both women get back to their feet, looking exhausted, but Keira looks more determined than ever. As Roxi comes at her, Keira hits her with another forearm and starts issuing a series of rights and lefts, further wearing her wife down and she follows it up by putting Roxi in a side headlock, setting her up for the Deadly Sin finisher and the crowd is on their feet going crazy! Before Roxi can even fight her away out of it, Keira leaps up and at the ropes then rebounds back hitting her Deadly Sin finisher and she hooks the leg!

1!

2!

Simone: Can Roxi get out of this?!

3!!!

DING! DING! DING!

Adams: There's your answer right there.

Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman here is your winner via pinfall....KEIRA FISHER JOHNSON!!!

Keira jumps to her feet as she celebrates her victory over her wife and Jasmine raises her hand! The fans are cheering her on as Roxi starts to come to and she gets to a seated position.

Simone: Keira has done it! She's not only defeated her wife, but she's secured her spot in the Six Pack Challenge for the World Bombshell Championship at Summer XXXTreme IV! What a match!

Keira turns her attention back to Roxi just as Roxi has gotten back to her feet. Roxi takes in a couple of deep breaths, trying to get some of her energy back, and Keira looks at Roxi nervously, almost expecting her to be upset! Roxi remains expressionless for a few moments until a big smile appears on her face and she walks towards her wife, embracing her with a tight proud hug, which Keira reciprocates! When Roxi backs away, she holds Keira's hand up and the two look around the crowd as they are getting a huge response of cheers and claps from their fans!

Adams: Stronger than ever!

Simone: That's what they said going into this. As I said, I don't think anything will be able to tear those two apart. Great match from both, but it was just Keira's night tonight.

The two hug once more before they exit the ring and head backstage, each of them high fiving fans along the way before disappearing through the curtain.

Straight out the Gate by Tech Nine begins playing as Shipman is seen coming to the ring holding his "Book of Shipman" high in the air, and blessing the crowd. He enters the ring with a sense of purpose and gets handed a microphone. The music fades and Shipman stares up to the sky before addressing the crowd.

Shipman: Hello children. As I stand here in this ring tonight and turn this arena into my church, I must cleanse a soul. Earlier today I met a horrible sinner. A man who lies so much he believes them for truths. A man who many would think is beyond saving but I am always up for a challenge. No there will be no need for an exorcism or any of that whacky dacky hoop-dee-doo voodoo. This man can be saved with a simple technique that has been around for thousands of years. Do you worshippers want to see?

The crowd cheers.

Shipman: I can't hear you. DO YOU WANT TO HELP SAVE THIS MAN?

The crowd gets louder.

Shipman: Bring him out.

The camera focuses on the entrance ramp as a young girl walks out. She is humming 'Amazing Grace" as The Shipman Congregation in their masks walk out behind her, holding up the limp and bloodied body of Uncle Pinky. His shirt is torn in shambles and looks like someone did a number on his face. The Congregation roll Uncle Pinky under the ropes and file back into the entrance way.

Shipman: Pinky del Ferrando, for your crimes of sin you have been sentenced to 39 Lashes.

Shipman is handed a long strand of barbed wire and begins whipping Uncle Pinky with it. He counts off each whip. Once he gets to 9, James Tuscini comes charging down the ramp. He is fighting to get through the Congregation but they are keeping him back due to the sheer number of them. Shipman sees the commotion and jumps out of the ring and reaches underneath. Uncle Pinky is rolling around the ring in pain as blood is trickling on his back and chest. Shipman slides a big wooden cross into the ring and ties Uncle Pinky to it. Slowly the cross begins to rise, displaying the body of Uncle Pinky for all to see. Dmitri and some SCW officials have also come help James get into the ring. They manage to breakthrough the Congregation and get into the ring. Shipman dives out and escapes into the crowd.

Shipman: That title is mine Tuscini.

James and Dmitri work on getting Uncle Pinky down as Shipman is seen laughing in the crowd.

Casey Williams is shown in the middle of the ring, deep in thought about being screwed out of the Roulette title by Chris Shipman, who removed his arm from James Tuscini's body, Casey shows the fans the clip

Casey: Play the clip.

Ramone pulls Casey's arm on to Tuscini as Dmitri spots what's going on in the ring, Dmitri charges back to the ring and slides in as Ramone slides and and jumps in to the crowd. Dmitri goes through the middle rope and leaps over the barrier. Shipman charges down the ring and slides under the ropes. He rolls Casey's arm off Tuscini and rolls him on his back. He pulls Tuscini's arm on Casey instead.

Back in the ring....

Casey: I want to thank Steve Ramone for trying to help me win, but as you see, I was screwed by that lousy piece of shit Chris Shipman. I am out here to demand a match with Chris Shipman. I was on my way to regain the Roulette title if it wasn't for you Chris, and I will make sure you pay dearly for costing me the title, despite your futile attempt to soften James up after our match.

Casey then storms up the ramp infuriated as the scene fades to black.

Backstage at the E Center, the hall is chaos as a brawl is being torn apart as security and personnel are fighting to pry apart the brawling duos of Joshua and Austin Acquin and Johnny Tsunami and Caleb Houston, Bad Company finally caught up with The Acquins after the Acquins brutal attack on Bad Company earlier in the night! The language being thrown around is being forcibly cut out by sound, so to the point past vulgarity, as all four men are sporting shiners, bruises to their faces and cuts and welts to their heads and bodies!

Christian Underwood is one of the many on the scene, fighting to restore order in lieu of what has happened. The four men trying to get past their restrainers and go back to tearing one another apart!

Christian: Enough!

But the four men pay no heed to the directions of the boss man as he pushes himself into the middle of the melee, not one for shying away from getting involved in a fight!

Christian: I said ENOUGH! God DAMMIT! Stop before I go the extra mile and call the damn COPS!

Slowly, that particular threat has the desired effect as all four men's struggles slowly subsides but the multitude of burly men holding them apart do not ease up on their grips. The Acquins and Bad Company glare hard at each other so that if looks could kill, then hymns would be being sung for all four.

Christian: Jesus Christ! The four of you are a god damn embarrassment! You...!

Christian points to Bad Company...

Christian: You run around this place at your leisure as if you own it, thinking you can attack just anyone without fear of repercussions! And you...!

He points at Joshua of the Acquins.

Christian: You put your hands on a woman, even if she wasn't harmed in any way? No, that doesn't play! AND you think you're going to give ultimatums to Mark and myself!? You two bitches are the least of Mark and my concerns! You want to try and dictate to us what we have to do? Bring it! Now I know you four want to face each other at Summer XXXTreme IV!

Christian rolls his eyes.

Christian: GOD do I know that! And you know something? I am going to give you just what you want! I'll even announce it this early! But....

He holds a finger up for emphasis and the four watch him warily now.

Christian: That is, if neither of your teams are in the world tag title scene. You see, Mark and I were wondering which of the new combinations should face Jamie and Ben at Summer XXXTreme IV, and we decided that we were going to let those teams decide the option for us. We are going to hold a mini four team tournament over the next three weeks, and the winners?

He holds his arms out.

Christian: Face the champions. Now I would like to think that a shot at the world gold should take top priority for the teams around here, but I understand the desire you testosterone fueled buffalo have to make an example out of each other, so next week, we're going to give a sneak preview for whatever hell you four put each other in on that ship!

Christian looks from one team to the other with a smile on his face and nods.

Christian: That's right.

He motions with both hands to both teams.

Christian: You four? You're kicking the tournament off. Now leave!

He starts to move off but turns around and glares at Bad Company and the Acquins.

Christian: Or I will call the real police!

He then takes his leave as the Acquins and Caleb and Johnny are separated down opposite directions of the hall.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the Internet Championship belt!!!

As the music starts to play. He just walks down the ramp just ignoring the fans.

Justin: Standing in at 6'0 and weighing 225 pounds!! Hailing from Chicago, Illinois!!! Matt Spears!!!

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. 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 stares down his opponent.

Justin: And his opponent!! Standing in at 6'8 and weighing in at 300 pounds!! Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada!! The Internet champion!! Rage!!!

The crowd cheers both men on as the bell rings, we see Holly Wood tell both wrestlers that she wants a clean cut fight and that they both should shake hands. Matt pushes his fist upwards for a fist bump, but Rage just drops his fist on top of his with force and then takes a few steps back. Holly tells them to get it on as Matt looks at Rage and shakes his head before circling the much larger and stronger champion before both men lock up in a collar elbow tieup as Rage obviously manages to push Matt in the ropes and waits for Holly to start to do a five count on him for him to break the hold. At the count of three it is Rage that drives a knee in the midsection of Matt Spears after letting go. Causing him to be surprised by the suddenty of the move as Rage drives a few more knees in the midsection before doing a hiptoss into the middle of the ring as Matt hits the canvas hard and with an authority. He sits up quickly, holding on to his lower back as we see the replay of the move in a split screen setup.

Simone: Obviously as expected, Rage is going to bring his power game. Matt needs to use his speed and agility to get this big man rattled!!

DING DING DING

Rage walks towards Matt Spears and both men again lock up in a collar elbow tieup, but this time it is Matt that is one step ahead of Rage as the champion tries to push him into the turnbuckles again. This time Matt kicks Rage in the knee, causing him to drop the hold he had on Spears as Matt starts to deliver several kicks to the back of Rage's knee before dropping the champ with a shot block to the back of his knee. There Matt immediately grabs the leg of Rage and jumps forward in a roll through, while holding on to the leg as that gets hyper extended by the impact of the blow.

Adams: That was smart thinking of Matt Spears!! Now he has to try to keep the big man grounded!!

Matt gets up and grabs the leg of Rage and tries to roll him over on his back as he wants to lock him in a single Leg Boston Crab submission hold. But just as he is halfway in the move it is Rage that manages to grab the bottom rope. Forcing Holly to break the hold that Matt had on him. Spears watches Rage slowly lifting himself up to his feet by using the ropes for leverage as he delivers series of kicks to the back of the painful leg of Rage. As the champion tries to maintain his balance on his feet before Matt runs to the ropes and charges towards the champion with a running dropkick to the shin of the painful leg. Causing Rage to drop to the canvas once again as he holds on to his painful leg. Matt immediately charges in on Rage as he kicks the leg before rolling to the outside while holding on to the leg. Dragging it towards the steel ring post and aims it to be slammed into the steel ring post. He hits the ring post once with the painful leg as Rage tries to pull him away from the position by using the ropes. But matt bashes his fist on his just leg just above his painful knee and sets his leg up for another bash into the steel ring post.

Simone: This is going to hurt for Rage... OH MY!!

Rage manages to pull his leg backwards, causing Matt Spears to hit the steel ringpost hard with his face. Staggering backwards as he holds his face we can see blood flow from his nose as it may be broken by the impact from the blow. We can see Rage slowly roll out of the ring, trying to get some feeling back into his leg as he stumbles slowly towards Matt Spears, who has his back turned to him as a medic looks at his nose and face. Trying to see whether he needs medical help, but doesn't get the chance to do that check as the champion bashes a big time forearm into the back of Spears. Causing Spears to fall forward to the Steel steps that was just a few steps away from him.

Simone: This doesn't look good for Matt!!

Rage grabs him by the head as he bashes his face into the steps before rolling in and out of the ring slowly to break the ten count that Holly had on them both. He rolls back to the outside as he grabs Spears and whips him into the security railing as he hits his back into it. Matt feels the pain by the blow as Rage follows it up by grabbing him by the head and locks him in a standing suplex position and then drops Spears hard on the concrete floor before liding into the ring as Holly has reached the count of four. Rubbing his painful leg as he tries to catch his breath.

Adams: Smart move from the champ, he knows that Spears will make it in the ring before the count of ten and catching his breath.

Simone: As well as getting more bloodflow back into his leg

Spears slowly stumbles towards the ring and rolls underneath the bottom rope at the count of eight. As Rage already was waiting for him and drops his good knee into the back of the challenger, before lifting him up to his feet and setting him up for a Snap Suplex. There he drops Matt hard on the canvas and goes for the three count, but only gets a count of 1,5 as Matt gets his shoulder up in time. Rage grabs him by the head as he lifts him back to his feet and sets him up for a Powerbomb. But just as Rage sets him up for the move, it is Spears that grabs the middle rope for leverage and kicks him in the shin. Causing Rage to drop to one knee as Spears grabs him by the head and bashes the back of his head hard on the canvas as he goes for the cover

Holly: One!! Two!! Thr...

Rage manages to kick out as his face shows a lot of pain, Spears runs to the ropes and jumps off with a moonsault as he lands on top of the champion before hooking his leg for another cover.

Holly: One!! Two!! Thr....

This time Rage manages to get his shoulder up from the canvas just in time before Holly could reach the three count. Spears sits up, not believing that he didn't got the pin in time as he looks up to Holly. But she shows him that it was merely a count of two.

Simone: It's not the time to get frustrated now Matt!!!

The challenger sits up qnd shakes his head before focusing his attention back on the champion. Who has rolled on his stomach and uses the ropes to get to his feet once again. Matt measures him as he waits for Rage to turn around towards him and then runs towards him with a Cros Body Block. But Rage manages to catch him and tries to walk around with a painful leg before delivering a huge Samoan Drop. The move causes him to buckle down as his leg gave away on him, he grabs the rope for some leverage as he rubs his painful leg without taking his eyes off of Matt Spears, who tries to get to his feet on the other side of the ring also using the ropes.

Adams: Look at all of that blood on his face, I hope he doesn't have too much pain!!

Matt slowly turns around and is met by a surprising Spear from Rage as the Champion had problems getting off from the turnbuckles. Not hitting the champion in the fashion that he is used to before covering the challenger.

Holly: One!! Two!! Three!!

Nonetheless Rage manages to pick up a victory over his challenger as Rage slowly gets to his feet and celebrates his victory. Rage stands tall, however the music is quickly cut off by "I Want the World.......and Everything In It" by Battle Beast signifying the arrival of "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone as Matt Spears rolls out of the ring.

Simone: This was pretty much inevitable Rage did attack Steve during his match with Kain last week!

Adams: And all because Steve announced his intention to go after the Internet Championship, Rage really does have a rage problem.

Simone: No, really? Do you THINK?!

Steve marches down to the ring in his street clothes glaring daggers at Rage, he has a microphone in his hand and the Fearless Championship over his shoulder and once his music stops he starts talking.

Steve: I'll admit Mr. Steroid Freak 2016, last week you got the better off me but unlike some members of the roster I learn from my mistakes.

Steve says as he paces back and forth and Rage invites him into the ring.

Steve: Do you think I'm stupid? Don't answer that! You see I've made a lot of mistakes throughout my career but like I said I learn from them, but here's the thing Rage, can you learn from your mistakes?

Rage's cocky look turns to a look of confusion not noticing two well-known big men entering the ring behind him.

Steve: Do I have to spell it out for you? Okay, do you see anyone missing?

Rage quickly gets the idea and turns around seeing Cyrus and Andreas standing there cracking their knuckles and getting ready for a right, Rage lets out a roar before he bulrushes the two men resulting in a three-way brawl.

Adams: This is like King Kong taking on Godzilla and Rodan!

Simone: That's probably the smartest thing you've said all night!

The brawl continues for a couple of minutes and it seems that Rage has the clear advantage due to how long it's been since Cyrus and Andreas have wrestled a match, however this doesn't last long as Steve drops his mic and rolls into the ring with the Fearless Championship in hand, he waits for Rage to turn around and when Rage does Steve blasts him in the face with the title belt!

Simone: Speaking of things that were pretty much inevitable.

Adams: We need security out here!

The trio stomps away at Rage for a few minutes before Steve gives his bodyguards instructions which they fellow to a T hitting Rage with the Off with Your Head running big boot and the Bow Down to the King implant buster, Steve has them hoist Rage's barely conscious form up as he takes another microphone.

Steve: You know Rage, there's something my ex-wife has in common with karma, they are both bitches!

Simone: Did he really just say that about the mother of his children!?

Adams: Considering how nasty the divorce was.......

With that final statement Steve nails Rage with the Fearless Shot laying him out.

Steve: Doesn't matter who holds the belt Rage, I'm still coming after the Internet Championship but you made it personal last week!

Steve adds before the trio stand tall with Andreas and Cyrus carrying Steve on their shoulders.

Adams: Steve Ramone has fired shots at Rage.

Simone: And that's all we've got time for this week! Join us next week where judging by tonight, things are about to turn neclear!

The camera fades with Steve Ramone being paraded around on Andreas and Cyrus' shoulders.

Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Gerrit, Annie, Sam, Jenny, The Lord MK, Maggie, Andy, Chris Shipman, Casey, Mikah, Mercedes, Miles Blake, Joshua Acquin, Court, Todd, Wong, Mel, Mete, Keira. Also again to Annie for the Graphics, and to Christina Bentley for the opening video and to all you great roleplayers that keep us going.