The crowd is alive with energy inside of the UCSB Events Center in Santa Barbara, California. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at all of the fans filling the rows of seats. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to UCSB Events Center in Santa Barbara, California, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!
The crowd cheers!
Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The fans cheer as Amanda bounces out, a dance to her step, and wearing blond wig, short 60s style skirt and black knee-high boots. The music starts playing to the tune of "These Boots Are Made For Walking" and the performance begins.
Amanda: You keep saying that you want me to blow you
These boobs were made in Taiwan
You keep staring at my double d knockers
I got these boobs in Taiwan
Half price boobs from Taiwan
Are you ready boobs? Start rockin'!
You see these tits and tell me I have been blessed
You're not thinking clearly cuz you been a drinking yea
But now I've got something to get off of my chest
In 1992
And one of these days these boobs are gonna leak all over you
Like a 3rd world bay who's never been fed
You're either drunk as shit or full blown bonkers sooo
I'll say it again just in case you are brain dead
From Doctor Sing Pow Lu
Essentially these ain't nothing
But zip lock baggies full of goo
Pay for one and get two
And that's why this one's hard
And why the other's kinda blue
The music picks up and Amanda does a dance performance ala Nancy Sinatra until she brings it to a close and the crowd cheers and applauds as the lights dim down on the stage.
Simone: Hello everyone and welcome to SCW Climax Control! We are now just TWO WEEKS away from our sixth annual edition of High Stakes IV! And the stakes will indeed be high if tonight is any indication! I am Belinda Simone.
Adams: And I'm Jason Adams! Can you believe what we saw last week in the Main Event?
Simone: I can not, Jason. We saw not only J2H get a cheap victory, another one, over Dmitri, but Rage has turned his back on the Sins and aligned himself with his former enemy, the World Champion J2H!
Adams: Boy will Rage have a lot of `splainin' to do!
Simone: Tonight, Kris Halc opens things up and makes his return against Ryan Keys!
Adams: We haven't really seen much of Kris since he lost the Internet title to Despayre last year.
Simone: And if he has any ring rust at all, you can bet Ryan keys will make full use of it.
Adams: The Bombshell tag gold will be defended at High Stakes VI when the Angel Clan defends against the Members of the Elders, but tonight we get a one on one preview when Uriella Abbadon takes on Song!
Simone: Both of these women want to head into Los Angeles with the momentum on their side.
Adams: Heh. One on one girl action...
Simone: Jason!
Adams: Sorry!
Simone: Another match we will be expecting at High Stakes VI will be Amy Marshall finally getting her hands on Polly Playtime.
Adams: Yeah but first Amy's Metal and Punk Connection partner gets first crack at Polly in Amy's name!
Simone: Polly will need everything she has going into this one, because Jessie is a former champion may times over, and the current number one challenger to the World Bombshell Championship as well!
Adams: It's Payback Time next! 'The Cockney King' Ben Jordan taking on one-half of the World Tag Team Champions, Eyesnsane in a Parking Lot Brawl!
Simone: This all stems from the foul tactics that Eyesnsane and Jon Dough used on Jordan to win the tag titles a few weeks ago. And the aftermath on social media all but forced Ben's hands in wanting to shut the champs up for good!
Adams: or at least half of the champs. This one can't possibly be any more violent because to win, one of these guys has to knock the other one unconscious!
Simone: And in the main event, J2H's newest associates, JT Midas and the former 'Sin of Wrath' Rage team up for the very first time to take on The Unholy Alliance! The Roulette Champion James Tuscini and the man who got screwed out of the world title two times straight, Dmitri!
Adams: Boy would I hate to be JT and Rage when they get in the ring with Dmitri and James!
Simone: And it all starts right now!
The camera cuts to backstage where J2H stands along side Rage, his newly alligned team mate. The fans instantly boo seeing the two of them together. J2H looks seriously at Rage.
J2H: I dunno what it is, but don't trust...
Before he can continue, Ms Rocky Mountains appears next to them.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: J, are you going out there to explain to the fans...
Rage steps forward, causing her words to trail off. J2H puts his hand up.
J2H: Explain to the fans what? Why they're so fucking blind? Why they never saw what was right in front of their eyes?
Ms. Rocky Mountains: About last week. They're owed an explanation.
He scoffs.
J2H: I don't owe them a damn thing. I owe them less than a damn thing. These idiots that sit there and boo me want to know why I changed the game on them? I'll tell them when I'm good and ready to. When you're me, you don't have to explain a fucking thing that you do. You don't have to tell them anything at all. I won't explain to them until I'm good and ready to explain to them, but I have been telling those morons the same thing for a long time, like I've been telling each and every wrestler that wanders through these halls the same think.
He points to his eyes.
J2H: Watch everything. You see if you watch everything, you learn a lot more and you see a fuck load more things then you might imagine. I will give you all the explanation that you want, but I will do it when I want to. Right now, you interupted a conversation that these people out there don't need to hear, so kindly, fuck off.
Rage steps forward again, causing Ms. Rocky Mountains to step back and out of camera shot as the camera fades out.
Justin Decent steps into the ring and pulls the microphone up to his lips.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall introducing first...from Las Vegas Nevada weighing in at one hundred and eighty five pounds...RYAN KEYS!!
:"I'm Made of Wax,Larry,What Are You Made Of?" by A Day to Remember plays. Ryan walks in loving the reaction from the crowd, he smirks while walking to the stage, flirting with the camera. He slides through the bottom ropes and jumps to a corner turnbuckle and tears his tank top off to get ready for the match.
Justin: And his opponent,
The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as "Infra-Red" starts to blast through the arena speakers. Purple and dark blue lights strobe on the stage. As the words come into the song, a figure comes out and onto the stage. The crowds chatters instead of boos or cheers coming from them. In a dark-colored, zip-up hoodie, pulled up over his head, Kris steps down the ramp, slowly making his way towards the ring. The lights start to get brighter as he makes his way down the ramp, dead center of the aisle avoiding the fans reaching out to touch him, his eyes on the floor in front of him. Across the front of the hoodie, the word "Jet" covers the right side of his chest, and "City" appears across the left.
Justin: Hailing from Jet City, he weighs one hundred ninety nine pounds, the Accident...KRIS HALC!!
As he gets to the ring he hops up onto the apron before stepping between the ropes and into the center of the ring. He slowly unzips the jacket and tosses it out of the ring nearest to the timekeeper.
Simone: Our opening match of the night is set to make some history I am sure. This is the return of Kris Halc to an SCW ring.
Adams: And the challenge he faces against Ryan Keys is a tough one. Ryan is one of our up and comers here in SCW. I wish Kris Halc good luck tonight.
The bell rings as Ryan Keys and Kris Halc lock up in a collar and elbow tie up that Halc turns into a headlock that he squeezes on tightly. Keys struggles and sends Kris into the ropes only to be taken down with a shoulder block. Halc bounces off the opposite ropes as Ryan dives under his feet. Jumping over Keys, Kris bounces against the ropes and rebounds into Ryan who scoops him up and hits a corkscrew dropkick which forces Halc to clutch at his upper body with pain then roll out of the ring. Keys looks down at Halc who is walking around the ringside area as he rubs at his chest. Keys moves to the corner and leaps to the top rope before launching himself off onto Kris Halc with a backflip off the top.
Adams: What a move by Ryan Keys. Normally he does that to an opponent in the ring but this match...he took it to the outside.
Simone: He is either crazy or he wants to end this match early.
Keys is slow to his feet as he rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. Halc pulls himself towards the ring and pulls himself up to lean against the apron. Keys moves towards the ropes again but is stopped by a shoulder block to the midsection. With Keys doubled over, Kris gets to his feet then launches himself over the top rope to flip Ryan over with a sunset flip that he uses to pin him but Keys kicks out at one.
Simone: First pin of the match but I don't think that Keys is ready to be pinned.
Kris gets to his feet and pulls Keys up before using an armdrag that he holds onto before kicking up his leg and dropping across the arm. Ryan rolls towards the arm cradling it against his chest as Kris gets to his feet and plays to the crowd as Keys makes his way to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet, shaking the feeling back into his arm. Turning to Ryan Keys, Halc uses an European uppercut to rock the head of Keys backwards. Drew Patton moves to Kris Halc and motions for him to back away from Ryan Keys who is hanging on the ropes for a moment. Holding up his hands, Kris backs away with a smile as Patton checks on Ryan Keys. Halc moves around the referee with a clothesline attempt that Keys uses a matrix evasion to escape then stands back to his feet as Halc turns around. Keys quickly grabs him by the back of the neck and brings him to the canvas with a one handed bulldog.
Adams: Keys takes Kris off his feet with a bulldog.
Simone: Now he has to follow up on the attack.
Rolling to his feet, Keys moves to pull Halc up and whips him into the corner then charges after him with a handspring elbow that sends Kris Halc to the mat in the corner. Keys is pushed back by Patton as Kris Halc drops and rolls to the outside. Ryan Keys paces along the ropes as Halc recovers on the outside. Suddenly Kris grabs the ankle of Keys and pulls him off his feet then pulls him to the corner and putting each leg on either side of the ringpost, he looks at the fans then pulls hard on Ryan's legs to bring him hard against the unforgiving steel of the ringpost. Clutching at himself, Ryan is unable to move for a moment as Halc rolls into the ring and pulls him away from the corner. Picking Ryan Keys up, Kris Halc leaves him bent over slightly in pain before using a spinning heel kick to knock him through the ropes and to the outside himself.
Adams: Right in the FEELS Belinda...I even felt that out here.
Ryan lays on the mat on the outside as Drew begins his ten count. At five, Keys gets to his feet and moves slowly towards the ring apron where he is met with a crossbody from Kris Halc leaping off the apron. The two men lay on the outside as Drew Patton checks on both then begins to count. Halc pulls himself up by the apron as Keys rolls to the barricade then rushes forward to roll into the ring at the same time as Halc. Both men roll to their feet and begin to trade forearms and punches. Keys manages to get the better of Halc and forces him back into the ropes.
Simone: Neither man wants to lose this match and each of them are giving their all...
Adams: But it looks like Ryan Keys is getting the advantage on Halc who may be showing some ring rust.
Keys has Halc staggered enough to grab him and throw Halc's arm over his own shoulder then catch at his leg and brings it towards him before flipping Halc over with a northern lights suplex. Kris Halc kicks hard and manages to struggle out of the hold at two. Keys rolls over and to his feet as Halc does as well. Beating Keys to the punch, Halc hits a shoulder tackle that forces Keys into the corner. Grabbing the middle rope, Kris Halc begins to drive hard shoulders into the midsection of Ryan Keys who slumps slightly. Backing away from Keys, Halc motions to the crowd then hits a running wheel kick on Keys to send him to the mat.
Simone: Halc is using kicks to his advantage. All of them designed to do the maximum amount of damage to Ryan's face.
Keys is stunned as Halc drops for the pin but only gets a two count as Ryan flops to his stomach. Halc pops to his feet then pulls Keys' head between his arm and side then bounces off the bottom rope with a springboard tornado ddt. Ryan flops over as Kris Halc moves for the pin. Keys is barely able to avoid the loss by putting his foot on the ropes. Kris Halc looks up at Patton who is holding up only two fingers. Getting to his feet, Halc stalks towards the referee arguing a slow count as Ryan Keys pulls himself up to his hands and knees. As Halc argues with Patton, Keys takes out his leg with a chop block. Halc goes down with his hands moving to his leg as he cries out in pain. Keys lays against the bottom rope taking deep breaths as Kris Halc kicks at the canvas before pulling himself to his hands and knees. Pulling himself up, Ryan Keys moves over and grabs Halc's arm for an armwringer slam but is surprised with a desperation uppercut from Halc. Keys comes back for Halc who hits a sitdown jawbreaker on Keys who clutches at his face.
Adams: That has to hurt.
Simone: I don't know about you but both men aren't holding back in this match. Kris Halc is getting to his feet...
Halc is slow to his feet but manages to catch Keys with a judo hip toss then looks down at him over the crowd. Watching as Keys rolls over, Halc backs up and hits a running knee kick with his brace covered knee. A slow smile breaks over his face as he bounces off the ropes and hits the Smackshot leg drop across the throat of the downed Ryan Keys using the knee brace to devastating effect. Floating over, Halc covers Keys who tries to kick out enough to stop the count. Halc grabs his legs and pulls them over further as Patton counts to three then motions for the bell.
Justin: The winner of the match...KRIS HALC!
Simone: Kris Halc victorious in his redebut here for Sin City Wrestling.
Adams: You have to give it to Ryan Keys who did give him a run for his money for sure. I don't think these two have seen the last of each other.
Were backstage we see Scott Oliver standing in front of the Elders looker room. As he is about to knock at the door it opens up and we see Jon Dough with his SCW tag team title around his waist.
Scott Oliver: Hello Jon, is Song inside?
Jon Dough & SCW Crowd: Yes sir.
Scott looks inside as does the camera man. We see Song on the floor her legs split sideways in a perfect 180% she has her hands in front of her in a praying form. Alana comes from the side looking at Scott.
Alana: Can I help you?
Scott Oliver: What is Song doing?
Alana: Song is meditating at the moment.
Scott Oliver: She has a big match in a few minutes; you think she is ready for the challenge?
Alana looks at Scott with a smile then turns her attention to the camera.
Alana: The question is not if Song is ready, the question is not if Uriella is ready. The question is, is the fans ready? Are they ready to see just a preview for what is in stored for them at High Stakes VI?
We can hear the crowd cheering in the background.
Alana: It sounds like there ready. I know I know Song and Uriella are, and in two weeks the fans get to see one of the best Bombshell tag team title defensives in a long time. The Elders and The Angel Clan will bring it. Again I just hope the fans are ready.
Alana turns around and we now see song getting up. She walks over to Alana and Scott.
Song: Look for me this is a great scouting match, Alana and I failed the first time at getting those titles from The Angel Clan but that won't be happing this time around come High Stakes VI.
Scott Oliver: Well I'm sure it will be one hell of a match.
Song: You damn right t will. I just hope for those who were not able to be a ticket to see it live, have at least ordered it to watch it online.
Alana: Yes Song is right. Everyone should be ordering this PPV to watch. The whole line up is going to be epic.
Song: Well sure but we all know that The Elders vs. The Angel Clan is the Match of the Night.
Alana: That is the goal as always but rest assure the rest of the locker room will be trying to make there match, Match of the Night.
Song: They will try but having Alana, Lucy, Uriella and myself in the ring at the same time... Well Alana that's going to be hard to top.
Alana: Well let's hope so but for now let's focus on tonight.
Song: Tonight is simple. I show Uriella that it was a mistake to wake up the little beast inside of me.
Alana: So there...
Song walks away, cutting Alana off, Alana and Scott both look on.
Alana: Song are you going?
Song stops and turns to face Alana.
Song: You want to keep talking to Scott by my guest, Jon should have been back by now with my RC Cola, I said what needed to be said so now I'm off to find a pop machine that has RC. I need the extra sugar before I fight Uriella.
Song turns to walk away and hits a corner. Alana looks at Scott.
Alana: Sorry about that. If you don't mind maybe we can continue this at a later time.
Scott: Yes of course.Alana jogs down the hall way to catch up to Song.
DRAKE GREEN
World Heavyweight Champion (3x)
Roulette Champion
2014 Wrestler of the Year
2014 Man of the Year
2014 Most Popular of the Year
2013 Future Star of the Year
SEAN JACKSON
World Heavyweight Champion (2x)
Internet Champion
2015 Wrestler of the Year
2015 Man of the Year
2015 Most Hated of the Year
ROXI JOHNSON
World Bombshell Champion (2x)
World Bombshell Tag Team Champion (w/Keira Fisher)
Bombshell Internet Champion (2x)
Bombshell Roulette Champion
SCW Grand Slam Champion
2015 Couple of the Year (w/Keira Fisher-Johnson)
2015 Match of the Year vs Amy Marshall
2015 Feud of the Year vs Amy Marshall
THE SCW HALL OF FAME CEREMONY WILL TAKE PLACE AT HIGH STAKES VI!!!
GOTH
World Heavyweight Champion (2x)
World Tag Team Champion (w/Brother Grimm)
Internet Champion (2x)
Roulette Champion (3x)
First ever Triple Crown winner
SCW Grand Slam Champion
IAIN SAYN NUN by OGYOLA X starts to play.
The fans start cheering and booing right away.
The music stops... The crowd all start booing...
IAIN SAYN NUN by OGYOLA X starts to play again. The crowd again is still booing with a few cheers. The music stops, the crowd is now confused and starts booing louder.
New Low by Middle Class Rut starts to play and the fans start cheering loudly
Jon waits for the lyrics to start and holding a mic in his right hand he walks from behind the curtain singing the lyrics to the song while he high fives as many fans willing to high five him. As he hit's the ring. He then slides from under the button ropes. Gets on his feet and gets on top of one of the turnbuckles and hold the mic up in the air while the crowd sings the chorus
Jon Dough & SCW Crowd:
All 52 cards in a row
I see now that I won't let go
Crowd Only: No I won't let go
Well who am I?
A cold shoulder left to cry
You feel bad, well so do I
Yeah so do I
Jon takes his free arm and removes his title belt from his waist he holds it up in the air.
Jon Dough & SCW Crowd: I've been right; I've been left I've been right; I've been left Jon gets down as the music cuts off. Jon looks around for a bit, he brings the microphone close to his mouth while resting his tag team title over his left shoulder.
I've been wrong; I've been left behind
I've been up, but mostly down
I've been wrong; I've been left behind
I've been up, but mostly down
Jon Dough & SCW Crowd: God it's been a few years since we did that. Thank you all for joining in that was fun.
Crowd starts chanting Jon Dough theme song.
Crowd: I've got a new low
All 52 cards in a row
I see now that I won't let go...
No I won't let go!!!
Jon nods his head and smiles as the fans now chant.
Crowd: We are Awesome..... We are Awesome..... We are Awesome.....
Jon Dough & SCW Crowd: You see that's just it you guys are awesome. I know a few weeks ago I did something bad.
Crowd starts booing Jon loudly. The boos soon turn into a chant.
Crowd: You screwed Ben! You screwed Ben! You screwed Ben!
Jon is facing the music for the first time by a live crowd. Jon does his best to just let them vent it out. However a group of 18-35 year men try to take over chants and now we can hear two loudly chants going on.
Crowd: You screwed Ben! Than you Jon Dough! You screwed Ben! Than you Jon Dough! You screwed Ben! Than you Jon Dough! You screwed Ben! Than you Jon Dough! You screwed Ben! Than you Jon Dough! You screwed Ben!!!!
Jon tries to get the crowd to clam down but has no luck.
Crowd: You screwed Ben! Than you Jon Dough! You screwed Ben! Than you Jon Dough! You screwed Ben! Than you Jon Dough! You screwed Ben! Than you Jon Dough! You screwed Ben! Than you Jon Dough! You screwed Ben!
Jon Dough & SCW Crowd: Okay fine I screwed Ben Jordan over. Team BJ had a nice long run as the SCW tag team champions. I admit it you all happy now. What's done is done. Let's move past this and look into what the future holds for the tag team division.
Crowd starts cheering.
Jon Dough & SCW Crowd: you all can say I screwed Ben and I admit that I didn't just screw Ben, I screwed over Team BJ, but hey when have they gone on to twitter and try to lure new tag teams when they were the champs... Never. They were fine just sitting here with no one to fight. The Elders are not. In two weeks Song and Alana will do there best to win the Bombshell tag team titles and from there the Elders Stable will do there part in trying to bring back life to both division that have been ignored by the former champions Team BJ and the current Bombshells The Angel Clan. Sure its nice to have a long run as champs but we prefer to have that long run while facing the correct teams n SCW as well as any new teams that want to step up to the challenge.
Get me from Twista starts to play and the fans start booing loudly we see the other half of the SCW tag team champions Eyesnane standing on the ramp with a mic on his left hand and his title on his right shoulder. His theme music stops playing.
Eyesnane: You can try to win the crowd back all you want Jon. At the end of the day when it comes to being the tag team champions you proved how far you were willing to take it.
Crowd boos Eyesnsane.
Eyesnane: Boo all you want... Jon it's the job of Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood to bring in new talent. If they choose not to get on twitter why should we bother?
Jon Dough & SCW Crowd: Because they... the fans deserve better then what they have been given to them.
Eyesnane: They already have the hottest tag team in the world as there champions we don't need anything else.
Jon Dough & SCW Crowd: Okay clearly this segment is over as we need to have a chat in the back bro.
Jon leaves the ring and makes his way up the ramp.
We return to the backstage area as Sandra and Vicki are walking around with their hands in their pockets. Sandra seems to be happy that she is finally getting to be used more by her big brother. Vicki just hopes no annoying gnat is going to disturb them.
Sandra Andrews: Vicki, do you think the world will finally understand Travis and his motives?
Vicki Andrews: I don't know Sandra but they better understand him or they will be lost in the sauce.
They continue walking down the hallway when Pussy Willows pops up in front of them.
Vicki Andrews: Oh look Sandra. Looks like an annoying gnat has finally stopped in front of us.
Pussy rolls her eyes while looking at the two sisters.
Sandra Andrews: Did you just roll your eyes at my sister?
Vicki: I believe she fucking did Sandra. You know my brother wouldn't like this mistreatment of his sisters,
Pussy looks at them while letting out a sigh.
Pussy Willow: Since you two want to talk about your brother, maybe you can shed some light on this perfect challenger for Despy. Do you two know who he is?
Sandra chuckles as Vicki places her hand on top of Pussy's shoulder.
Vicki: Travie warned us that you would ask the stupid questions so let me give you a brilliant response. No comment.
Pussy looks at Vicki.
Pussy Willow: Come on, you have to give me something to work with here.
Sandra shakes her head.
Sandra: My god, what part of you will find out when Despy finds out do you not grasp? Travis will share what he wants when he wants and that's all you will get out of us.
Vicki: yeah, what she said.
Pussy sighs while walking off feeling defeated.
Vicki: What a tool?
Sandra: No wonder Travis hates the press.
Vicki and Sandra share a laugh before walking away in the other direction as the camera fades.
The camera moves to the backstage area to see Celeste North walking backstage with her newly won Bombshell Roulette hung gently from her shoulder, and Delia Darling walking next to her, on her cell phone. Behind them, there is a buff man walking shirtless, carrying all of their many bags on his arms. Celeste looks back to him, shaking her head before returning her head to a front facing position. Delia nods her head as she mumbles over the phone. She hangs it up and flashes a smile.
Celeste: I still can't believe that you hired this meathead to carry our bags.
Delia: Darling, a champion should never have to carry her own bags. Instead, she should focus on presenting z'e championship at it's best... even if it is only z'e Bombshell Roulette Championship, and not z'e World Bombshell Championship...
Celeste: And maybe you think having Godzilla over here carrying my title would make it look better?
Delia turns slightly and runs her hand over the arms of the large man carrying their belongings, turning back to smirk at Celeste almost devilishly.
Delia: Maaaayyyy-be... Well, it definitely wouldn't hurt s'ings.
Celeste: I figured I had become a Somebody with this title, but management doesn't even seem to realize there is a new champion. No mention of it anywhere.
Delia: Well, darling, don't you know what z'at means?
Delia and Celeste look to one another for a moment, sharing a sly smile. After a second, they both nod their heads as they continue walking forward.
Both: Make them realize it...
After a moment of walking, They get close to the Bombshell Locker Room where Holly is standing, her microphone at the ready. Celeste rolls her eyes as Delia sighs. The two ladies hope that Holly hasn't noticed, but it is very clear that she has as she approaches them both.
Holly: Well, if it isn't our newest Bombshell Roulette Champion, right before our very eyes. Can I get a few words with you about your newly won title?
Delia: No...
Holly: Wait, what?
Celeste: She said "no". You can't have "a few" words about my newly won championship. You see, I'm not a Nobody anymore. While I still respect and maintain my friendships, I don't fall under that banner anymore. I deserve to be celebrated as a champion, just as much as anybody else.
Celeste places her hand on the door to open it, but Holly isn't finished yet. Holly continues to stand there, aching to speak again. Celeste sighs as Delia steps in.
Delia: What Celeste is trying to say is z'at she refuses to settle for less z'an she deserves. She deserves more z'an she is getting, so she and I have organized a special celebration for her first championship win. You will just have to tune in to see what we mean...
Delia flips her hair in her usual manner, but there is a cute playfulness that comes with it, rather than a conceited connotation as it usually does. She brushes past Holly as she seems to assist Celeste in opening the door. The two of them walk out of Holly's view as they enter the locker room. Inside of the locker room is a colorful bouquet of flowers with Celeste's name printed above them. Celeste is almost taken aback by this as she places her hand over her chest in surprise.
Celeste: Maybe management appreciates my win more than I realized. But... I don't think Mark or Christian would call me beautiful...
Delia: Oh, do you have a secret admirer? Oh, girl, dish!
Celeste walks over to the bouquet and pills the card from out of the flowers. Her eyes rest on the golden printed ribbon reading "beautiful". She looks down to the card again, opening it as she reads aloud with a fading smile on her face.
Celeste: "Dearest Celeste... heh that rhymes, like it was meant to go together. I hope that you can forgive me for being a shit head to you recently. I was just trying to have a bit of fun. I'd really like to take you out to dinner tonight after the show. I'm really not a bad guy... hit me up, Dax..."
Celeste looks up to Delia who is smiling and motioning to the door with her eyes. Celeste looks up to see Dax standing there, dressed in women's clothing and a very poorly done wig. She raises an eyebrow.
Dax: I was trying to sneak in here to see you. I hope no one notices I'm a dude...
Delia: I just s' ought Jessie Salco got less ugly by hiding half her face w'is a beard...
Celeste looks as if she is thinking the gesture over, but instead, she picks the flowers up and throws them into the garbage. She spits on them for good measure as she takes two bags from the muscle bound man standing next to Dax. She retreats into the changing room, leaving Dax standing there in confusion.
Dax: So, is that a no, or...?
Delia rolls her eyes as she takes her bags and follows after Celeste. The muscle bound man looks down to Dax.
Man: You're cute.
Dax: I'm a dude, though...
The man nods his head and a wide grin comes over his face. Dax places his hands behind himself, clearly shielding his backside as he scampers off.
The crowd shows a cheer of support as the very recognizably anti-charismatic former SCW World Tag Team Champion, Tim Staggs, appears on the screen. He walks down the hallway of UCSB Events Center, along with his girlfriend, Alexis Edwards. He seems to be set on a mission, while Alexis follows after him quickly.
Alexis: Wait, Tim... Are you sure you wanna do this shit right now? Why don't you think about it for a minute before you do something like this?
Tim: I've been thinking about this shit for a year, Lexi. I've spent enough time wishing that I had the opportunity to tell Kris Halich exactly what is on my mind. Him taunting me on Twitter was the last straw for me.
Tim stops only for a second to reassure Alexis that this is what he has to do. He continues to speed walk, clearly hyped up on adrenaline as his nostrils flare out. Alexis grabs onto his arm, and they have a momentary silent conversation. Alexis nods her head and then plants a kiss on his lips. This seems to calm him down slightly, but not completely. Tim and Alexis part ways as Tim continues down the hallway. He sees the male locker room, and he takes a deep breath before going for the door. As he places his hand on the door handle, it jerks open, and loud laughter is heard ringing throughout. Tim comes face to face with Dax Beckett, who stares him up and down and then turns his head to look back inside of the locker room with a sly smirk on his face.
Dax: Bruh, it looks like you got a visitor. Speak of the redheaded devil...
Tim: I'm a man of my word. Now, why don't you find some helpless girls harass.
Dax glares at Tim for a moment, sizing him up. He rolls his eyes and chuckles under his breath before knocking shoulders with Tim and moves along. Tim shakes his head, but then he turns his attention to where it has truly been for the last few days. He enters the room and looks over to Kris Halich sitting on the bench, loosening up his boots.
Kris:If you have something to say, feel free to spit it all the way out and move along. Honestly, making a snap decision return after a year of downtime takes a lot out of you. What was I out there for? An hour?
Kris pulls off a boot and goes to work on the other, playing up his being winded and out of breath to a comically high level.
Kris: I'm not sure I even have the energy to talk, let alone grab a shower. Your girl around to lend a hand?
Tim: She wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole, you dick.
Tim shuts the door behind him, finding a bit of privacy to have a face to face talk. He takes a few steps forward, not backing down for anything, but rather trying to enforce his stature, small as it may be.
Tim: Fuck you, Kris. I don't mean that in some sort of light-hearted manner. I mean exactly that. Fuck you. Fuck your attitude. Fuck your lack of commitment to the cause we once stood for. Fuck you for crumbling to peer pressure, and fuck you for forgetting what we were supposed to be; a brotherhood...
Tim says all of this while keeping a fairly even tone. He only starts to succumb to anger toward the end where he tangles his fingers into his hair, turning around for only a second, so not to let it overtake him. Kris chuckles lightly, and kicks off his second boot, getting to his feet and standing in front of his former partner.
Kris: That's your problem, Tim. You take yourself way too seriously. What was a group called "The Nobodies" ever realistically going to do? You know what it was like to have it treated as a punchline while I carried a title?
He turns, starting to take off the various pads covering his joints, and tossing them into the bag at the foot of the locker.
Kris:You knew my attitude. My personality. My issues. You knew it all before we ever started a group here. What did you expect, honestly? If it was any more than what you got, then you got exactly what you deserved. I wasn't ready then.
Tim: Then you should have done the right thing and treated me like a human being. You should have told me, and I would not have had any problems with you doing what you needed to do. I defended you against the masses, and what I got in return was mocking. I got used to that with The Nobodies, but it was like a knife to my back when you did that.
Tim tries his best not to show emotion with this, but he falters slightly. There is a hint of anger and hurt in his voice as he steps forward, making Kris look at him while he speaks.
Tim: You laughed along with the rest. Making fun of me on Twitter with your other friends. After talking to you here, I realize that it's because that was easier than standing up for what you believed in. Deny it all you want. Negate the blame all you want, but you are supposed to be the grown up here. You acted more like a child than I did, and I was the minor who needed permission from my father to wrestle here. The rest of us held up our end of the bargain when we stuck by each other through thick and thin. We still support each other to this day. You can't be mad at us for having a fucking backbone, Kris. You can't be mad at us for being stronger than you. Man the fuck up, dude.
Kris finally snaps and turns towards him.
Kris: You want to get into it, fine? But don't come in here spouting shit off when you haven't taken the time to listen to a word I have said about my returning here. I said I fucked up. I said I didn't care. I said that other shit, bad shit, had my attention over everything else. What you are talking about, I owned up to already. It's the reason that I am here now. You want to know something about recovery? You go back and make amends and fix mistakes and take blame. I am doing that. I didn't care one bit a year ago. I wouldn't be here if the case was the same. I can't change two years worth of fuck ups in one match, and I am not going to walk around apologizing to people whose feelings got hurt. You want me to be better? Tune in. Watch it happen.
He pulls the long-sleeved fitted shirt over his head and tossed it into the bag along with most of his other things.
Kris: I am not now, nor will I ever be the kind of person that begs for forgiveness or panders to people. You don't like me? Good riddance. You don't respect me? You're entitled to that too. But you go home, since you aren't under contract anymore, and watch the things I am about to do here. Maybe after a while you'll understand that I'm not that guy anymore.
He shakes his head and lets out a small, and sarcastic laugh.
Kris:But if you think I'm type that is going to cater to yours, or anybody else's feelings about me, then you're going to be disappointed because I am not that guy either. I'm here to do right by myself. Not anyone else.
Tim stands there, thinking about it for a second. He returns the sarcastic laugh, more of a mockery than anything else.
Tim: Then do right by yourself and accept the blame, Kris. That's all I'm asking you to do. Admit that you personally destroyed my career because I put everything I had into OUR vision. I'm not even asking you to apologize. Just own up to what you did, and that will be enough for me. Don't act like what you did was somehow even remotely okay, or that your addiction was an excuse to distrust each and every one of us, because we all put our trust in you.
He shakes his head, the fire in his voice gone, and the sarcastic tone is back.
Kris: Nah. The only person you can blame for going off track is yourself. Take responsibility for your own shit. Maybe next time don't put all your eggs in a druggies basket. Or hey, even learn to adapt to the shit that happens in this business. There's a learning curve that maybe you're still too young to understand.
He shakes his head.
Kris: You want to blame me so that you don't have to blame yourself. The fact is, The Nobodies did not suffer from my leaving. Ask any of the other people in it and they will tell you I was dead weight. You want an excuse....
Kris reaches into the locker and grabs his Jet City hoodie, putting his arms through and zipping it up halfway. He picks up the bag off the floor and puts it over his shoulder before walking towards the door. Tim moves to step in front of him, but Kris stops in front of him.
Kris: I'm not going to be your excuse. Figure it out for yourself.
Without shoulder checking him, as he would have done a year or more ago, Kris side steps around him, and moves through the door into the hallway. Not wanting anyone in the hallway to gain a sense of the conversation he just had, as he starts to move away, he yells out.
Kris: WHERE ALL THE WHITE WOMEN AT?!
As the doors close behind Kris, Tim slams his foot into a nearby locker before pacing back and forth.
Simone: In two weeks' time The Angel Clan face possibly their greatest challenge to the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Titles since they won the titles from Team Hero as they are being challenged by Song and Alana Allure of the Elders.
Adams: If you ask me the bosses were a bit too hasty in revealing the awards ballot for this year because this could've been a match of the year candidate otherwise, before we get to that match though tonight we will see a preview of that match as Uriella Abaddon takes on Song with Lucy Seraphina and Alana in their respective corners.
Simone: Let's take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The opening of "Blow me away" starts to play making the lights dim. Lucy and Uri walk out and the crowd cheers. The two girls high five each other and the lights turn normal as the lyrics kick in.
Justin: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by "The Wisdom Angel Lucy Seraphina, she is one half of the SCW Bombshell Tag Team Champions "The Angel of Destruction" Uriella Abaddon!
Both Lucy and Uri turn to the ring and run down the ramp. The slide into the ramp and toss their cloaks off. Uri grabs onto the ring ropes and flips herself onto the top turnbuckle while Lucy stands near her, waiting for the bell to ring.
Simone: The Angel Clan have had a lot on their minds this past week with the revelation that Melanie Gabrielle has given birth to Triplets.
Adams: They were born prematurely but by all reports they are healthy babies, let's hope The Angel Clan can put that aside tonight for their sake!
Justin: And her opponent!
IAIN SAYN NUN by OGYOLA X starts to play.
Justin Decent: Coming to the ring, being accompanied by Alana AllureWe see Alana Allure come from behind the curtains to a crowd pop.
Justin: From Foshan, China, this is Song!
Song comes the curtain to a shower of boos. Alana pauses to wait for Song to catch up to him. The two give a fist bump to each other. The crowd showers them with a mix reaction as the two make their way to the ring. Alana slides in from the bottom ropes while Song jumps on to the ring apron and then jump over the top ropes to make her way in the ring. Alana and Song each get on top of a turnbuckle. Song raises her arms in the air to ta a mix reaction. Alana Allure then raises her arms up the air to a shower of cheers. The two get down and meet in the middle of the ring each other a nod while the crowd showers them with a mix reaction.
Simone: Song has been very impressive since her return to SCW but the same can be said for her tag team partner.
Adams: Aside from the fact that Alana had never wrestled in SCW prior to joining up with Song, I wonder what Orchid's up to nowadays.
Simone: Training students at the Elder's Dojo probably.
Alana and Lucy leave the ring at the same time to leave their partners too it as Holly Wood calls the two Bombshells to the center of the ring for the obligatory rules explanation before the match can get underway, the two Bombshells nod their head in response once Holly asks them if they understanding prompting Holly to call for the bell.
Simone: And the match is underway!
Adams: This should be good.
The two Bombshells circle each other for a few minutes before they lock up in the middle of the ring, a few seconds' pass and Song drops down taking Uriella over with an Arm Drag takeover and when Uriella gets to her feet she gets hit with a dropkick to the face from Song! Rather than let the Asian Bombshell go for an early pin attempt however Uriella rolls out of the ring hoping to stop Song's momentum before it can get started.
Simone: Uriella's veteran instincts are on full display here.
Adams: Song is known for her high-flying antics however and Uriella may have just left herself open to them!
Uriella meets up with Lucy on the outside and they begin to regroup not noticing that Song is getting ready to charge the ropes, Song bounces off the far ropes but Lucy sees her coming and shoves Uriella out of the way in the nick of time taking the full brunt of Song's Suicide Dive, Song gets to her feet but before she can start searching for Uri she charges up behind her and hits Song with a Chop Block sending her to the floor.
Simone: Smart strategy by The Angel Clan, take out a high flyer's legs and they can't do much flying.
Adams: Unless your Zuri and are desperate enough to wrestle on one leg!
Holly's count reaches seven before Uriella rolls Song back into the ring and follows her in, she immediately goes for the cover on Song making sure to hook the leg that she just hit with the Chop Block 1.......2.......and Song kicks out! Uriella doesn't get in Holly's face about a slow count however possibly because she knows that it's far too early in the match for a pin-fall victory so she instead grabs Song's bad leg and locks in a Half-Boston Crab.
Simone: Uriella's going after that leg! At this point Song, might want to consider giving up just so she can make it to High Stakes VI!
Adams: This is Song we're talking about, a Bombshell who took the fight to the likes of Misty and Vixen in her original run with Orchid, she's not going to let a bad leg keep her and Alana from the tag team titles!
On the outside of the ring the Bombshell's respective managers cheer them on with Alana calling for Song to find a way out of the hold and Lucy calling for Uriella to crank up the pressure on the Single Leg Boston Crab, a few minutes pass and Song manages to find the strength to start crawling her way to the ring ropes despite Uriella's best efforts to stop her and she eventually makes it to the ropes prompting Holly to order Uriella to break up the hold, rather than listen to Holly however Uriella drags Song to the middle of the ring and tries to lock it in again but this time Song counters it by kicking away at Uriella with her good leg eventually loosening Uriella's grip enough for Song to hit her with a Hurricanrana from the ground!
Simone: What a move by Song!
Adams: But how much did it take out of her bad leg?
Song seems to be in a lot of pain thanks to her bad leg but this doesn't stop her from going for the cover on Uriella 1......2.......and Uriella kicks out, Song decides to change tactics this time around by dragging Uriella to the nearest corner and climbing to the top rope, however just as soon as Holly's back is turned due to checking on Uriella does Lucy jump up and grab Song by her bad leg but the Asian Bombshell starts to punch Lucy in the head in an attempt to break her grip and when that doesn't work Lucy gets speared off the apron by Alana breaking her grip on Song's leg in the process just in time for Holly to look up, however this is because Lucy was buying time for Uriella and she grabs Song's bad leg and pulls it backwards dropping Song face-first into the turnbuckle.
Simone: More turnbuckle collisions like that and Song will make Twisted Sister look like a swimsuit model!
Adams: Oh, great! Now I have the mental image of Twisted Sister as a swimsuit model! After this match I'm going to be pouring bleach into my eyes just to purge that thought from my mind!
Song doesn't even get a chance to recover from the collision with the turnbuckle as Uriella follows that up with a German Suplex that she holds onto for the bridge and the pin 1.......2.........and Song kicks out! Uriella grabs Song's bad leg again apparently going for another Single Leg Boston Crab but Song tries to stop it by repeating her earlier tactic of kicking away at Uriella with her good leg, this turns out to be something the French Angel Clan member was expecting however as she grabs Song's good leg and locks in a reverse figure four leglock!
Simone: That's a move that affects both legs! Song might not be able to walk after this!
Adams: I wouldn't be surprised if she tapped right here!
Song screams out in agony as she feels the pressure on both of her legs whilst the other two Bombshells continue their brawl at ringside, it takes Song a few minutes before she realizes that she's still close to the ring ropes and quickly drapes her arm over the bottom rope forcing Uriella to break the hold, however it quickly becomes apparent that whilst the hold was broken before any serious damage could be caused it still caused a lot of damage to Song's legs, her bad one especially.
Simone: Holly might want to end the match for Song's sake, matches have been stopped before due to injury!
Adams: And if that does happen what does that mean for the Bombshell Tag Title Match at High Stakes VI?!
Holly orders Uriella to back off as Song pulls herself back to her feet with the assistance of the ring ropes and once Uriella does Holly turns her attention back to Song and asks her if she wants to continue the match, Song responds by charging towards Uriella and taking her down with a massive Spear and goes for a quick cover 1.........2......and Uriella kicks out but it quickly becomes apparent that Song's running on nothing but pure adrenalin due to the pain in her legs.
Simone: I don't know how Song is managing this comeback but if Uriella can attack her legs again it might be all over!
Adams: That's if Uriella can catch Song!
Uriella gets to her feet and tries to end it immediately by going for The Painful Death but Song manages to fight out of it and starts hitting Uriella with a series of kicks culminating in a kick to the head that sends her staggering leaving Uriella open for Song to lock in the Million Dollar Dream!
Simone: Elder Shadow Kicks followed by The Song of Death!
Adams: It's obvious that she couldn't put all she could into those kicks thanks to the damage done to her legs hence the follow up but Uriella has nowhere to go!
Lucy sees this and tries to bulrush the ring in an attempt to break the hold but Alana grabs her just in time for Uriella to tap out!
Justin: Here is your winner by submission Song!
Simone: Great match and the Elders now have a lot of momentum going into High Stakes VI.
Adams: But will Song's legs recover in time?
Alana helps her partner to the back whilst Lucy checks on Uriella.
SEAN JACKSON
World Heavyweight Champion (2x)
Internet Champion
2015 Wrestler of the Year
2015 Man of the Year
2015 Most Hated of the Year
The scene opens backstage moments after the match between Jessie Salco and Polly Playtime, where we see Amy, Jessie, Jake and Shane appear through the curtain with Jake and Shane helping Jessie through the curtain, where they sit her down on a crate and hand her a bottle of water. As if right on cue, Miss Rocky Mountains appears and approaches Amy.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: "Amy... can I get a few words regarding your attack on Polly Playtime."
Amy: "I guess so, but I thought my actions were louder and said a lot."
Amy shrugs.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: "Well, I want to get opinions... thoughts."
Amy: "Uh ok."
Amy frowns.Ms. Rocky Mountains: "So... your thoughts and opinions."
Ms. Rocky Mountains asks, as Amy chuckles to herself before speaking.
Amy: "It seems little Miss Playtime is obsessed with me and frankly I can't blame her for being obses:sed with me... I am the perfect specimen of a woman's wrestler and very very successful as well. So why not leave a memorable present for her... lock her up in the La Cavenaria and make her feel only the fraction of the pain before I get my hands on her at High Stakes.
She thinks she is better than me... she thinks she is above me... she isn't... she is nothing more than an irritating gnat who is punching way above her weight and come High Stakes, I am going to punish that little gnat and show that she chose the wrong person to fuck with.
Now if you excuse me, my friend here needs my help and I rather save my breath for my upcoming promo releases for High Stakes."
Amy turns and heads back towards Jessie, where the scene fades out with Amy help Jessie to stand and take her back to her locker room.
James Tuscini and Pinky Del Ferrando are walking around backstage in the dressing room area seeing who they run across to greet them and wish them well in their matches. Tuscini's cell phone ring and when he answers the call it is from Mark Ward who has asked him to come down to the ring for a contract signing for his match at High Stakes VI. James ends the call the puts the phone back into his pocket.
James: That was a call from Mark Ward. He's asking that I come down to the ring to sign the contract for my match at High Stakes VI. Do you want to come along?
Pinky: Hell, yeah! By the way do you think this is for a one-on-one Roulette Title defense against Ramone or do you think it will be another multi-wrestler match?
James: I already spoke with Management and I told them my preference was a one-on-one match with Ramone so we can finally settle this once and for all. Let's go find out.
James and Pinky walk down the hallway, turn the corner, and walk out through the entrance area. They look down to the ring where they see a table set up inside the ring with two chairs apparently for James and Ramone to sit in for the contract signing. The two make their way to the ring and look around but don't see anyone else there yet. They climb into the ring and stand off to the side waiting for the other participants in this contract signing to show up.
Simone: Looks like we've got a contract signing on our hands!
Adams: Look, Mark even came out for it, all that's missing is.......
"I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of The Fearless One Steve Ramone."
Simone: Speak of the devil and he shall appear.
Adams: I know Steve's an asshole but isn't calling him the devil a bit harsh?
"I want what's coming to me."
So what's coming to you?"
"The world Chico, and everything in it"
Following that quote the opening riff to "I Want The World.....and Everything In It" by Battle Beast hits the speakers as the lights dim and the crowd boos as "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone comes out first air guitaring to the song before he is joined by Kaylee, Andreas and Cyrus, the group ignore the fans at ringside whilst they walk down to the ringside as Steve sings along to the lyrics before they reach the ringside area where Kaylee enters the ring first taking a moment to mockingly blow Pinky a kiss before Cyrus and Andreas enter the ring followed by Steve, they pose for the crowd before Steve sits down, Kaylee, naturally, wastes no time in sitting in her fianc?'s lap.
HS: All right, I want to lay down some ground rules for the contract signing, first off all if anyone in the ring attacks each other in a way that doesn't involve words the match is off and the Ryan Keys is getting the shot instead.
Steve: Why that punk? Did he......
HS: Don't even go there Steve, we both know you screwed him out of the title when you proposed to Kaylee.
Mark pauses for a second before shaking his head.
HS: I just said that sentence out loud, didn't I?
Mark adds before turning to Kaylee.
HS: Speaking off screwing, I'm all right with Kaylee feeling you up but if I start hearing porn music and turn around to see you bending her over the desk the match is off!
Steve: What did I do to piss you off!?
HS: If I had to write that list we'd be here until High Stakes VII! Now sign the contract!
Steve grumbles under his breath before he signs the contract, once he does he waits for Mark to pass the contract to James before putting the mic to his lips.
Steve: You know James, I had nothing to do this week so I watched your promo for tonight's Main Event, now for the most part it bored me to tears, seriously I've seen Softcore Porn that's more exciting than your promos!
HS: Is there a point to this Steve?
Steve: Getting to that, one thing did stand out to me James and that's what Uncle Pinky had to say in regards to my little message to you last week, how he basically uses the memory of his dead wife to stay forever alone.
Steve says before turning to Pinky.
Steve: Cry me a river old man!
Simone: Oh, oh.
Adams: And the award for biggest underreaction ever goes too....
Steve: Your trying to use the memory of your dead wife to garner sympathy points? Not going to work on me! My mother's basically a vegetable thanks to Alzheimer's and you don't see me crying about it! You know what I think Pinky? The real reason you tried to turn down Kaylee is because you are guilty of cheating on her whilst she was sick and don't want to admit it......
At that point Pinky lunges at Steve but gets intercepted by Cyrus and Andreas who restrain him.
HS: What did I say about attacking? James, do you have anything to say?
James: Sorry Mister Ward but Pinky loved his wife, my Aunt, very much. He doesn't like it when people say insulting things concerning her. He didn't physically attack anyone just now so we need to let it go. Uncle you must understand that this is wrestling and this is a vicious business venture. You must control yourself especially since Mister Ward told us words are okay but physical aggression is not. Now chill out or leave the ring.
Pinky: Sorry, James, you know how I feel about my ex-wife. I'm okay.
Cyrus and Andreas let go and wait a second to see if Pinky will lunge at Steve again, once it becomes clear they back off and James signs the contract.
HS: So, it is set! Steve Ramone vs. James Tuscini for the Roulette Championship at High Stakes VI.
Kaylee hops off Steve so that he can stand up and walks over to James who is wearing the title over his shoulder.
Steve: That's all well and good Mark but we all know how this is going to end, you are just keeping this warm for me.
Steve says as he prods his finger on the Roulette Championship.
Steve: It's been a long seven months but that title's finally coming home with me!
James: First off all I just noticed that on the contract it says that this will be your last chance as long as I am champion.
Steve looks down at the contract again and scoffs.
Steve: This last chance is all I need!
James: Second, now that the signing is over can I deck him for badmouthing my family?
HS: Go for it, now if you excuse me I'm getting the hell out of here!
Mark quickly leaves the ring as all hell breaks loose in the ring with Steve and James going at it and Pinky holding his own against the much larger duo off Cyrus and Andreas whilst Kaylee, wisely ducks out of the ring and keeps her distance from the action, eventually security pours down from the backstage area and breaks up the brawls before dragging them off.
Simone: At this rate, we'll be lucky to have a Roulette Championship Match at High Stakes VI!
Adams: I can't wait!
The five men are dragged backstage by security whilst Kaylee follows them.
Between matches, the backstage area of the UCSB Events Center is bustlign with activity. Several tables and stands are set up as employees of Sin City Wrestling are busying themselves, selling the various merchandise offered up to the fans lining up to spend their hard earned money. In the same general vicinity, many more fans are taking this pause in the action to head to the concession stands to get a snack such as popcorn or nachos, or get a much needed soda or lemonade to refresh themselves.
One such stand has a familiar face at the head of the line, namely the reigning Internet Champion, Despayre. And why? Because this stand is selling the almighty snack food that every growing boy, man, and teddy bear is in need of in their respective diets: purple cotton candy!
As Despayre drops a crumbled up batch of dollar bills onto the counter for the employee to scoop up, he makes 'grabby hands' with a beaming smile as the cone with the sugary, airy treat is passed over to him. Burying his face into the candy, he tears off a mouthful and turns around to hurry back to the wrestlers' private area, when he finds a very familiar face standing right there, staring at him. The man who Despayre won the Internet Championship from just last month, and who up until last week, was a valued member of the Seven Deadly Sins...Rage. Despayre continues to dig into his cotton candy as Rage stares down at him, very calmly.
Rage: Heya, Despy. Got a minute?
Despayre pulls his face away from the cotton candy, and has a very noticeable purple ring around his lips as he slurps in the fluffy candy. He swallows and looks at Rage in a calm manner, which should have been a warning signal from the start.
Despayre: My 'friends' call me Despy. 'You' can call me Joshua.
Rage just nods slowly, knowing full well he should have expected that. But he remains calm as he responds.
Rage: Can't say I didn't see that one coming, but come on, Despy. I'm getting along with your buddy James now. People shouldn't be so pis...er, mad about that.
Despayre tilts his head to the side, much like a confused puppy might as he stares at Rage. His gray eyes slowly narrow and he shakes his head.
Despayre: So ... in order to start one family, you sacrifice another? And I think I said it before but maybe I didn't make myself clear...
Despayre pokes Rage in the chest with the pointy end of his cone.
Despayre: My name is Joshua. Stop calling me Despy!
Rage rubs at his chest, feeling the sting a little. He takes in a deep breath, trying to remain as calm around Despayre as possible, but he felt the tension building.
Rage: Alright, fine. Joshua...Nobody else will give me even a second to explain but I know YOU will. I'll even take you to Panda Express. What do ya say?
Despayre bites his bottom lip at the prospect of being taken to his absolute favorite of fast food delicacies, his eyes shifting to the side in thought. It takes only a brief moment before he shrugs his shoulders and just as Rage thinks he got through to his former teammate, Despayre surprises him.
Despayre: No thanks. I got better things to do and better people to hang out with. Good day to you sir.
Rage starts to speak and Despayre turns his back on him.
Despayre: I said good day!
And Despayre starts to match away when Rage reaches out and grabs him by the arm. Despayre turns around and swats at Rage's hand with no success.
Despayre: Lemme go!
Rage: You can't give me the cold shoulder forever, Despy. Would you just give me five minutes to explain? Come on!
Rage keeps a hold of Despayre's arm, albeit not very tightly, as Despayre tries to get away. But then another hand is then on Rage's wrist, one that is not so gentle as perhaps Rage's own. Despayre's eyes widen and Rage turns his head to see Synn standing there. No sign of anger, nothing on his face, which would tell anyone that knows the man volumes in return.
Synn: In lieu of our shared past together, allow me to say this so that you'll better understand.
With a hard tug, he tears Rage's grip off of Despayre, who backs away, rubbing at his arm.
Synn: Keep your FUCKING hands off of my son!
Such a warning should scare Rage, but Rage just shakes his head and stares at Synn.
Rage: Relax, Synn. It's not like I was going to hurt him or anything. I'm just trying to get SOMEONE to listen to what I have to say.
Rage then folds his arms across his chest.
Rage: The way all of you are acting is getting to be pretty fucking ridiculous, don't you think? I'm trying to offer an explanation, but none of you are letting me!
Synn turns his head to Despayre and nods.
Synn: Go. Now.
Despayre pays his father's demand heed and he turns and hurries off back to the wrestlers' private area. Synn watches him go and then turns to Rage and shakes his head.
Synn: An explanation. Now you want to give everyone an explanantion for why it is that you did what you did.
He scoffs.
Synn: A trifle late, wouldn't you say? Why instead did you not talk to us before you did this? Express how you were dissatisfied or how angry or frustrated you were, but no. You chose instead to simply leave the Sins without warning, turning your back on us then act like the victim when we turn ours on you. Well guess what, Rage?
Synn takes a step closer.
Synn: You don't get to play the role of victim here, because your actions are your own. Your choices, are your mistakes. Do you truly think you will be any better off now than you were with us? You team with the man who openly mocked you and refused to give you a championship match. What, do you think you will be rewarded with one now for being James's loyal bootlick? No, to him you are a means to an end, and nothing more? But me?
Synn shrugs.
Synn: Where you were once lost, I gave you direction. Where you thought you had no purpose, I gave you goals. When you thought you were alone, I gave you a family. No, Rage. I once helped make you everything that you are now to this day.
Synn then stands nose to nose and gives Rage a smile.
Synn: And I can honestly say it would give me no greater pleasure than to dismantle everything that you are, piece by piece.
Synn starts to take one step after another from Rage, his eyes never leaving his own, and the smile never leaving his face.
Synn: And you know me well enough, Jake. You know I can.
That being said, Synn simply turns his back on Rage and walks off in the direction Despayre had just left.
The crowd at ringside goes crazy as the lights dim down. The screen begins to flash golden radiating glow as the audience buzzes in anticipation. The speakers let out a low toned roar that slowly increases as it goes on.
Adams: What is this? After the Halloween show, I thought blackouts were done for.
Simone: I don't think this has anything to do with the Halloween show, Jason...
"HEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE WE GO!"
The lights come back on, flashing red with pink undertones as "A Yo" by Lady Gaga begins playing. The fans see the old Mean Girls runway laid out from the edge of the ramp, leading all of the way down to the ring. They cheer loudly for this sight as Delia comes out onto the stage, clapping her hands gracefully. She reaches into her golden top, pulling out a small camera. She takes a step back as Celeste North comes walking out, dressed from head to toe in a gold jacket with sparkling gold hot pants, and sparkles of gold sprayed into her hair that is pulled back into a fountain that cascades down her back. The SCW Roulette Championship is placed around her slender waist as she stomps over to the runway like she owns it.
Simone: It looks like we have no choice but to listen to our new Bombshell Roulette Champion here tonight.
Adams: After last week, she deserves to gloat a little.
Simone: I couldn't agree with you more. What better way to get our attention than by demanding it with no apologies.
As the lyrics pick up, Celeste pulls a cigarette out of her jacket, and Delia lights it for her. Looking like a golden pin up girl, Celeste stomps down the runway in her heels. She is no pro like Delia, but she gets the job done with confidence. As she makes it to the ropes, two men in golden lycra tights climb onto the apron, holding the ropes down for the two ladies. As they get inside of the ring, Delia does everything she can to draw the attention to Celeste, all while Celeste models the belt. However, once the brash Bombshell has had enough of this, she goes back to her old ways, pulling the belt off of her waist to hold it high into the air. The fans cheer for her as she turns around. The men in lycra pick her up, setting her on their shoulders as they spin around slowly. Celeste literally feels as if she is on top of the world. Delia walks over to the ropes and accepts a microphone from Justin as she blows him a kiss. The two men set Celeste down as Delia hands her the microphone. She waits for the crowd to calm down partially before she continues.
Celeste: I set my sights on this championship, and I bulldozed my way through four other competitors. Polly Playtime... Sam Marlowe... Amy Marshall... and Veronica Taylor...
Celeste pauses as the crowd switches from boos for Polly, then to cheers for Sam and Amy, and then heavy boos for Veronica. Delia waves her hand in front of her face to show disgust for her former Mean Girls cohort. Celeste shrugs her shoulders, laughing before she continues on.
Celeste: Yeah... I rose above the clash of egos. I rose above the one of the fastest rising stars in this company. I rose above a Hall of Famer for the second week in a row. I rose above it all, driven only by pure determination. It's sad that it took me this long to realize the secret ingredient to becoming a champion, but I did it... and I will continue to do it.
Celeste nods her head as the fans let out a light cheer. It's clear that Celeste doesn't feel comfortable in Delia's little outfit as she opens up the jacket to show off her black lace bra, to the obvious disapproval from Delia.
Celeste: I am not going to give you some long winded speech about how great I am, or how I am the best champion in the history of SCW. I just won the damn thing, and I know I've got a lot to prove. I'm not wasting any time, because I want to prove why I am worth your time, and why I am worth Delia's time. I want to issue a challenge.
Simone: She's right. She isn't wasting any time with this one!
Celeste: At High Stakes Six, I want Veronica Taylor, one on one, for this championship. Despite the fact that the match will have Veronica Taylor in it, I want to make sure that the fans remember this next year when it comes to Match of the Year nominees. The Roulette Championship is all about unpredictability, and the twisted fucks who put the stips on the wheel each and every week make sure that it's ultra violent. I expect nothing less. Veronica, I want to make your outside match your insides... wretched, ugly, and a bloody fucking mess! Are you woman enough to accept? I'll be waiting, bitch...
"Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment begins playing as Celeste drops the microphone in the center of the ring, leaving even Delia speechless. The scantily clad men inside of the ring look to Delia, but she is too busy trying to talk Celeste into making this event bigger. Celeste shakes her head and shouts "I'VE MADE MY POINT!" before exiting the ring. Delia quickly follows behind her as the men dance around in the ring.
Simone: The new champion really made a quick, yet very bold, statement challenging Veronica Taylor.
Adams: That has got to be the quickest challenge I've ever seen here in SCW history. Veronica is obsessed with regaining that title at any cost, so I would hazard a guess that this is so on!
The scene switches to an area backstage where, microphone in hand, Pussy Willow is stood, together with Natalie McKinley.
Pussy Willow: Natalie, I understand you have an announcement that you wish to make.
Natalie nods.
Natalie: That's correct. Now, as you may be aware, Pussy, last week, Belinda Warwick of the Justice League challenged me to a match at High Stakes VI against herself and her partner, Zuri Chastain. I accepted the challenge, but that left me needing to find a tag team partner of my own.
Natalie lets out a sigh.
Natalie: The task of trying to find a tag team partner hasn't been an easy one for me. There are only three other members of the bombshell roster that I consider to be genuine friends of mine, and they are all preoccupied with other things at present, so that left me needing to look elsewhere.
Natalie sighs again.
Natalie: I haven't exactly had people beating down my door, wanting to be my tag team partner - after what I did at Summer XXXTreme III last year, perhaps a lot of people still don't think that I can be trusted. However, I have managed to find someone that is willing to team with me.
Natalie smiles.
Natalie: I decided that I needed to think outside the box a bit, and that led me to someone that is undefeated in SCW - although admittedly, she has only had one match inside the six-sided ring. She's also someone that I have a few things in common with, probably most notably that we're both falch o fod yn Gymraeg - proud to be Welsh; for those of you that haven't worked it out already, my tag team partner at High Stakes VI will be the young rookie that made her SCW debut four weeks ago tonight, Lowri Moss.
Natalie's smile broadens slightly.
Natalie: When I approached her about possibly being my tag team partner for this match, Lowri was more than happy to accept, so get ready, Zuri and Belinda, because in two weeks' time it's going to be the Justice League versus the League of Wales.
Pussy Willow frowns.
Pussy Willow: The "League of Wales"?
Natalie gives a shrug of her shoulders.
Natalie: It's not the best of names, I know, and it isn't really the most original of names either, but Lowri and I teaming together will just be a one-off, and so for this one match, it'll do.
Natalie turns to look directly towards the camera.
Natalie: Belinda, Zuri: you wanted a match for High Stakes - well now you've got it.
The scene then cuts away.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall... 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, Jake and Amy, as Jessie, Jake and Shane head bang at the top of the ramp before they make their way down to the ring.
Justin: Introducing, from Miami Florida and being accompanied to the ring by Amy Marshall, representing The Angel Clan "The Heavy Metal Angel" Jessie Salco!
Jessie hops onto the apron and enters the ring where she goes over to the nearest turnbuckle before hopping onto the middle turnbuckle, sitting on it and waiting for her opponent.
Justin: And her opponent...
"I wish it could ALWAYS be Playtime."
A girly laugh can be heard and "C'est La Vie" by B*Witched begins to play. After a few seconds Polly Playtime appears from the backstage area and chooses to just stand on the stage for a few moments, letting it all sink in. The men in the crowd swoon as all the ladies in the crowd boo their hearts out. Polly comes back to it and winks her left green eye. The camera gets a really good close look at that, sensing that Polly is ready to potentially do something evil.
Justin: "Making her way down the aisle, from Panguitch, Utah, she is the girl that loves to play... POLLY PLAYTIIIIME!!!"
As her name is being announced, Polly then grins and skips off of the stage and down the wrestler ramp. She gets down to the ring and skips one lap around the outside of it before hopping up onto the ring apron. She winks her left eye again and wears a maniacal grin before she slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Once inside the ring she stands back up and looks right over at the referee, again with evil intentions. She licks her chops and nods a few times as she stands in the middle of the ring, her entrance music just now beginning to fade out.
The ref check for weapons on Jessie and Polly before indicating or the bell to be rung. Both ladies then circle the ring before moving in and locking up, where Polly and Jessie wrestle for control with Polly going down to one knee before getting back up, where she pushes Jessie into the corner, where she pins Jessie in the corner but the ref begins to count and Polly backs away and glares at the ref, but she quickly moves back in where she goes to kick Jessie, but Jessie catches Polly's leg and move to the centre of the ring begging to be let go.
Simone: This should be an interesting match, and you should wonder how much of an influence Amy Marshall would be in this match.
Adams: Probably a lot, but I don't it'll be in these early exchanges.
Jessie obliges and puts down Polly's leg, before rising back up, as Polly tries for a sneaky slap to the face, but Jessie counters and grabs Polly's arm and locks in an arm lock and right away Polly squirms and kicks her legs out and somehow manages catches the ropes and leaves her foot on there and the quickly forces Jessie to let go.
Adams: Jessie showing her fair side, but Polly wasn't.
Simone: Indeed... but Jessie made Polly pay for trying to slap her with a arm lock.
Jessie releases the hold and climbs back to her feet, where the ref checks on Polly, who looks at Jessie like she is a crazy person. Jessie moves back in, but Polly grabs her pulls her forwards into the ropes and as Jessie reels from that attack, Polly is back on her and grabs her hair and drives Jessie's face into the mat.
Simone: Good attack from Polly there.
Adams: Now it's Polly's turn to dish out some pain.
Polly bends over and grabs Jessie's hair and talks a little bit of trash before letting go and backs herself into the ropes and hits a dropkick to Jessie's body before going for a pin...
Adams: Dropkick and a quick pin...
1...
2...
Kickout...
Simone: Too early Polly.
Jessie manages to sit for a moment, but Polly goes for another pin...
1...
2...
Kickout...
Adams: Another pin...
And again...
1...
2...
Kickout...
Simone: Can't fault Polly for her tenacity, however, kudos for Jessie for not getting caught out.
Polly looks at the ref, who sticks with their original two count, as Jessie partially rolls away, however, Polly is back on her and she pulls Jessie to her feet, where she hits a snap Suplex on Jessie. Polly climbs to her feet and delivers several boots to Jessie before moving over to Jessie and sits down on Jessie's face and begins wiggling, as Jessie fights and lifts her shoulder up to avoid any pins, however, Polly continues, as the ref focuses on Jessie and asks if she wants to tap.
Adams: I love this move!!
Simone: I bet you do... frankly it's a stupid move.
Adams: How is it stupid? You have one girl sitting on another girl's face. Love it.
Simone: You would and this is wrestling and Jessie is fighting now to tap out.
While Polly and the ref are focused on Jessie, Amy sneaks around and grabs Jessie's foot and places it onto the ropes and then shouts and screams at the ref about Jessie's foot. The ref looks around and not asking any questions, he forces Polly to move.
Adams: First appearance from Amy here... as she helps Jessie out.
Simone: Polly hasn't realised that has happened.
Polly climbs off Jessie and looks towards Amy and glares at her, but Amy puts her hands up saying she is innocent. Polly turns back to Jessie, where she sits her up and delivers couple slaps, before driving her face into the mat, where she then wraps her legs around Jessie's head. Jessie tries to fight by swinging her legs about trying to get to the ropes, however, she is unable to reach them and begins to fade.
Simone: I think Polly has caught on that Jessie had a little help.
Adams: But she isn't going to be put off, as she slaps Jessie and locks in her legs around Jessie's neck.
Amy shouts Jessie to fight, as Polly just stares a hole into Amy with a smile, as the ref moves in and picks Jessie's arm up and it drops.
1...
Adams: Polly is just staring a hole through Amy.
Amy begins to pound the apron, in which some of the crowd try to help spur on Jessie to escape.
2...
Simone: One more and Jessie is finished.
The ref raises Jessie hand one more time, and it drops down half way and Jessie raises it high and begins to fight out of the move, as she rolls onto her knees, where she swivels herself before pushing herself up into a handstand and then using her momentum to leap out of it and then hitting a dropkick to Polly.
Adams: Jessie has somehow managed to escape and Amy is impressed with the way she did it.
Jessie then rolls herself away from Polly, as she tries to recover from the lack of air, while Polly lays on the mat wondering what has happened, as she holds her chest. Meanwhile outside the ring, Amy claps at Jessie's escape before moving in and giving encouraging words to Jessie before moving back away.
Jessie and Polly take a moment to recover, before grabbing the ropes and pulling themselves to their feet, where they stagger towards each other, but Polly speeds up the last moment but Jessie reacts and hits a high elbow, which Polly drops to knee. Jessie looks down at Polly and laughs at her. Polly shakes her head and climbs back to her feet and rushes Jessie, delivering several forearms to the face of Jessie, before turning and goes to bounce of the ropes but Jessie charges after her and as Polly bounces off the ropes Jessie hits a leaping crossbody.
Simone: This match is speeding up, which suits Jessie.
Adams: Also Polly... but Jessie has the upper hand at the moment.
Jessie unsteadily climbs to her feet, where grabs Polly by the hair and pulls her up, where she whips Polly into the ropes and as Polly comes back, Jessie hits a dropkick, which stops Polly dead. Jessie approaches Polly and again picks her up but this time she throws Polly out of the ring. Amy keeps her distance, as Jessie climbs out of the ring and drops down moving the apron skirt to grabs a chair.
Adams: Nice dropkick.
Simone: And Jessie throws Polly out of the ring and this is where Amy could influence the match.
The ref climbs out of the ring and begins to threaten DQ Jessie, but Jessie ignores this and take a step forward, while all this happening it gives Amy an opening and she approaches Polly, where she pulls her up and slaps her face and trash talks her before grabbing her head and goes to drive it into the announce table, but Polly counters and instead Amy's face connects and Amy drops down to the mat holding her face.
Simone: I don't think Jessie is stupid enough to use the chair, but it's a good ploy to keep the ref distracted while Amy does her thing.
Adams: Incoming.
Simone: Amy tried to take advantages but Polly just left a facial imprint of Amy Marshall in our desk.
Polly stomps on Amy a few times before spotting where Jessie is, and noticing that she and the ref are distracted with each other, Polly races around the ring before climbing onto the apron and dives at Jessie and knocking her down. Polly climbs to her feet and looks at the chair, however, the ref kicks it away before Polly can do anything about it. The ref returns his focus to Polly and Jessie and tells them to get on with the match and climbs back into the ring to begin to count.
Adams: Jessie has realised that Amy is down.
Simone: And this time Polly takes advantage of it and takes Jessie out using her own body.
Adams: Well scouted by Polly and the ref does well to rid the chair from play.
1...
Polly shakes her head, as she grabs Jessie and pulls her to her feet, where she whips Jessie into the barrier before grabbing her and throwing her into the ring.
Simone: Polly has plenty of time here to do anything she wants.
2...
3...
Adams: Well within reason... but throwing her into the barrier will help
Polly doesn't follow her in but instead climbs the steps onto the apron, where she then climbs the turnbuckle to the top and looks down at Jessie before leaping off and hitting an elbow drop onto Jessie. Polly then goes for a cover...
Simone: top rope elbow drop... is Jessie finished?
1...
2...
2.5...
Kickout...
Adams: She isn't but she barely kicks out.
Jessie barely gets her shoulder up, as Polly argues with the ref that it was three, put the ref informs it was close but she kicked out. Polly continues to argue with the ref until he tells her to get on with the match pointing at his shirt. Polly glares at him before turning back to Jessie, where she steps on Jessie and rubs her heel into Jessie's torso, before leaping onto the ropes and goes for a springboard moonsault, but Jessie gets her knees up and Polly lands on Jessie's knees.
Simone: stop arguing with the ref... you are giving Jessie a chance.
Adams: Polly is still that na?ve rookie remember.
Simone: I haven't... but still knows what she is doing and she has just found out what happens when you get distracted.
Polly rolls away holding her body, as Jessie grabs the ropes and gets to her knees, as she rubs her chest before making her way to her feet, where she goes over to Polly and grabs her by the hair and pulls her up, where Jessie pushes Polly into a corner before ramming her shoulder into Polly's stomach a few times before backing up and charging and hitting a running boot to her face.
Adams: Jessie's turn in punishing Polly... though I don't know how Jessie has all this strength left.
Simone: Adrenaline is a wonderful thing.
Polly crumples to the mat, as Jessie grabs Polly once more and delivers several chops to the chest. Jessie then lifts Polly up, placing her onto the top turnbuckle, as Jessie also begins to climb. Reaching the top, Jessie pulls Polly up into a standing position.
Simone: What has Jessie got planned here?
Adams: It isn't going to end well.
Before Jessie can do anything else, Polly begins to fight back and they both begin to exchange punches to each other, until Polly pokes Jessie in the eye and then hits a headbutt, which sends Jessie down to the mat with a thud.
Adams: Well I was expecting a hurricanrana or something from this, but instead Polly fights back and Jessie ends up on the mat.
Simone: Giving Polly an opening.
Polly shakes off of the punches and slowly climbs down to the middle rope, where she adjusts herself before hitting The perfect play (Middle-Rope Somersault) onto Jessie. She then goes for a pin...
1...
2...
Amy tries to climb in to make the save...
3...
Simone: Polly hits the perfect play and unfortunately Amy wasn't able to save Jessie.
Ding...
Ding...
Adams: Polly has just upset the number one contender to the Bombshell World Championship.
Justin: Winner of this match... Polly Playtime...
Amy slides back out slapping the mat in frustration, as Polly music hits over the p.a.
Polly stays seated after the bell rings, right in front of her downed opponent. She then looks around and spots Amy Marshall, who looks frustrated that Jessie couldn't take Polly down. Polly licks her chops and yells out loud.
Polly: "Gimme a microphone! NOW!"
She shouts that at the referee. Seeing the look in Polly's eyes the referee backs away and asks for a microphone from ringside. He gets one and flips it in Polly's direction. As soon as she gets it, Polly speaks, still seated in the ring, admiring her handiwork. The crowd boos.
Polly: "Oh, you all love it. She deserved it. Which brings me to you, Amy Marshall. Yeah, you just stay out there."
Amy glares into the ring at Polly and Polly glares right back at her.
Polly: "I'll see YOU at High Stakes. But first, I TOLD you that I'm NOT a liar. Nora? GET HER!"
The same-sized ninja that attacked Amy at Violent Conduct 3 hops over a crowd barrier from Amy's left side and before Amy can realize where the ninja is coming from, the ninja clotheslines Amy right down to the floor. Amy goes to get right back up but the ninja is right on her. The two exchange a few blows as Polly intently watches it all, still seated in front of Jessie, who is still out. Amy tries her hardest to whip the ninja around, but due to the ninja's higher height and heavier weight, the ninja wins out. She then lifts Amy up and steps up onto the crowd barrier.
Adams: "Whoa. That woman ninja can somehow stand on that despite her bigger weight. What is she like 200 pounds or something?"
Simone: "I don't know. But I don't like this one bit. And Polly, she's just cackling in the ring, almost as if she knows what's about to happen."
And then it does. The ninja shoves Amy's head between her legs and drops Amy right over the crowd barrier, right on her abdomen. Amy hangs there for a few seconds before dropping down to the floor in a heap. The cameraman doesn't come an inch closer as the ninja takes off her mask.
Polly: "I told you so! Amy Marshall, meet the 5 foot 11, 189 pound Nora Nottingham! Playtime has only just begun, and well, I know EXACTLY how it's going to continue. Amy, when you wake up, if you do, at High Stakes VI you will be a caged little puppy, far from the Hall of Famer that you believe you are. At High Stakes VI, you will be facing me with your piledriver banned, inside..."
Polly pauses and puts out a huge evil grin, one that no one probably ever wants to see. She holds it in no longer though.
Polly: "HELL... IN... A... CELL!!!"
Polly maniacally laughs continuously as she pitches the microphone aside. She demands her arm to be raised in which the ref does. With Polly distracted in her celebration, she fails to see Amy enter the ring, who charges at Polly and takes her down and locks in the La Cavenaria.
Simone: Cowardly move from Amy... attacking Polly from behind.
Adams: That move must be painful.
Amy bends Polly right back and screams insults and obscenities into Polly's ear, as the ref tries to force Amy off, but instead indicates for security to come. Several seconds' pass before security rush the ring, in which Amy let's go and climbs out of the ring.
Adams: Here come security.
Simone: This thing between Amy and Polly isn't over.
Grabbing Jessie, Amy backs up indicating that's she wouldn't be doing any more to Polly and heads slowly up the ramp as her music plays over the p.a.
ROXI JOHNSON
World Bombshell Champion (2x)
World Bombshell Tag Team Champion (w/Keira Fisher)
Bombshell Internet Champion (2x)
Bombshell Roulette Champion
SCW Grand Slam Champion
2015 Couple of the Year (w/Keira Fisher-Johnson)
2015 Match of the Year vs Amy Marshall
2015 Feud of the Year vs Amy Marshall
Once more,the camera moves backstage to find Celeste shaking the golden glitter specks from her hair with her fingers. She looks disheveled as she removes her jacket, handing it off to the hired muscle as she peels the golden spike stiletto heels from her feet, letting out an annoyed grunt. Delia watches with her mouth gaped open, totally in surprise.
Delia: Oh em gee, are you seriously taking off your clothes in the middle of z'e hallway? A champion should present herself wi's dignity and class.
Celeste: Yeah, well this champion can't walk in six inch heels all night. It's just not going to happen. It's just not me, Delia. I'm not a runway model. It's just not me. I made my point, and now it's time to get comfortable and get out of here.
Celeste takes her Bombshell Roulette Championship from the man, tossing it over her shoulder while putting the jacket over the opposite shoulder. She walks bare footed across the floor, heading toward the locker rooms. Delia and the man walk beside her, though Delia has a sense of urgency in her step.
Delia: I'm not surprised z'at you are taking off your clothes in front of anyone and everyone, but I was under z'e impression z'at you cared about representing z'at championship to it's best.
Celeste: Look, this title is about unpredictability. I'm about unpredictability, so it's a perfect match. I may not have the beauty part down, but I've got the brains to pull it off...
Dax: I can't agree with what you just said...
Celeste stops dead in her tracks. She refuses to turn around, only sighing as she tenses up her back, shaking with anger and annoyance. She just shakes her head in return.
Celeste: How would you even know, Dax? You haven't taken any time to get to know if I'm smart or not.
Dax: That's not what I'm talking about. You said that you don't have the beauty part down, but you are one of the most beautiful women here in SCW. I'm being one hundred with you right now.
Celeste turns around on her bare heels, letting out a sarcastic laugh as she faces him. He's no longer dressed in women's clothing, but rather a set of form fitted jeans, an opened black and white printed shirt that shows off his well defined chest and stomach along with his many tattoos, and a pair of steel toed boots. She tries to push it out of her mind that he's exactly her type as she folds her arms across her chest.
Celeste: Do you realize how fitting your name is for you? Your initials are D.B. as in douchebag, because that is exactly what you are. You are a womanizer, and I refuse to get into another relationship with someone like that. I'd rather grow old being alone and eaten alive by cats than go through that again. I deserve better!
Dax nods his head, clearly listening to her. Delia bites at her bottom lip as she listens intensely to the conversation, all while trying to seem as if she isn't paying attention.
Dax: You are right, C. I had a few too many drinks one night, and I let a joke go way too far. That's my bad. I am not a serious man, but I'm serious about wanting to get to know you. I apologize for disrespecting you, and any woman for that matter. Momma didn't raise me like that.
Delia: Come on, Celeste. He's cute, and he's totally your style...
Delia whispers under her breath, but loud enough for Celeste to hear it. Celeste is almost shocked by this as Delia jabs her elbow playfully into Celeste's side. Celeste narrows her eyes in anger as she looks up into Dax's puppy dog hazel eyes. She goes as far as to shield her eyes from his so not to fall victim to his charm, but it might be just a little bit too late.
Celeste: I get to pick the restaurant. You get to pay. You get one chance to prove to me that I don't already know your kind, and even still, there is no guarantee that I'll change my mind. Do we have a deal?
Dax: I'm not a desperate man. I could get anyone that I want, but I want you. I think I can get on with this deal.
Dax extends his hand for a handshake. Celeste stares at it for a second, hesitant to shake on it. She caves a little and shakes his hand. After a few seconds, Dax raises her hand to his lips, planting a very gentlemanly kiss on it that makes Celeste blush a bit, despite all of her attempts not to. Delia jumps up and down, clapping her hands together in excitement.
Celeste: Let me go change into something a little... warmer than a bra and hot pants.
Dax: No need if it's just gonna wind up on my hotel floor! ... Too soon?
Celeste nods her head very concisely, giving this deal a second thought, while Dax laughs innocently, letting her in on the joke. Celeste shakes her head as she turns and enters the Bombshell Locker Room, Delia in tow. Delia squeals in delight as they disappear inside, leaving Dax leaning against the wall.
James Tuscini invited Dmitri to his dressing room so that he and Pinky can discuss their match tonight. The three are sitting on the couch and we listen in on their discussion.
Dmitri: I'm upset that Rage and Midas interfered in my match last week against J2H. I'm sure J2H hired them to attack me as he knew I was more than a match for him. Nothing like having a tainted victory to boost his tainted ego.
James: Stuff like that happens and we have to deal with it. Tonight we get to deal with Rage, JT Midas, and J2H. All the wrongs will be righted tonight.
Pinky: You two focus on your match. You work on Midas and Rage and I will ensure that J2H stays out of the match. If he wants to get it on with me I'm all for it. I'm dying to kick someone's ass and if that ass happens to be attached to J2H so be it.
James: As I mentioned earlier in the week Rage and Midas are two wrestlers who should have remained in hiding...I mean retirement...instead of trying to make a comeback. Rage you talked so much smack only to get taken out by the meekest member of the Sins. As soon as you lost the Internet Title you ran out of the arena and went into what you called retirement. Retirement...hiding...whatever you want to call it the fact remains that you were not mentally able to deal with the loss of the Internet Title to Despayre. When I dropped the Roulette Title to Johnny Tsunami what did you see me do? Did you see me run off and hide like you did? Hell no! I stepped up in my rematch and took my Roulette Championship back.
Dmitri: What about you Midas? In your own words you state you are inconsistent and not focused on your wrestling. The way you talk about yourself it sounds like you are comparing yourself to the permanent jobber wrestler Frankie Williams. You probably don't know who that is but if you look him up you will know who I'm comparing you to. You returned to action and you even said publicly that you are unsure why you returned to wrestling and that you were not sure if you could compete. You answered that question at Climax Control 162 when you lost to Samuel Devereux. Your answer to the question whether you could compete adequately was answered with a resounding NO YOU CANNOT!
Pinky: Tonight we have a tag team of Rage and JT Midas thrown together to hope they can work together as a team. One is a former Champion and the other is a marginal wrestler. On our side we have two highly accomplished and talented wrestlers in Dmitri and James Tuscini. They are a Tag Team. They are the future of the Tag Team Division in Sin City Wrestling.
James: To put it in the most basic of terms you two need to know that your game is over. Your last remaining life in the game of wrestling has expired. You don't get to push the replay or reset button on your wrestling game console to get extra lives. When we win don't get upset when the three of us shout in your faces: GAME OVER!
At that comment by James Tuscini the three men bust out in uncontrollable laughter. As the laughter continues the cameraman places his camera into a slow fade out. When the scene is nearly faded to black the scene cuts to something else happening in the arena.
The camera's cut to the parking lot where we will have the fight between former tag champion Ben Jordan and one half of the current champions Eyesnsane.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is our special Parking Lot Brawl!! Where the winner has to knock his opponent out!!!
The fans in the arena cheer as they watch the fight in the parking lot on the huge titan tron as well as some lucky fans that are standing in the parking lot. We can see Ben Jordan emerge from from the locker room as he walks towards the parking lot.
Justin: The first wrestler to enter the parking lot!!! Ben Jordan!!!
Ben stretches a little bit more, as his face is focused upon the fight that he will be having as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.
Justin: And his opponent, one half of the SCW tag team champions!! Eyesns....
Suddenly from behind we see Eyesnsane charge in on Ben with a running forearm into the back of his neck. Causing him to drop hard to the concrete as Eyesnsane starts to lay the boots to him for a few moments before pulling him up to his knees and hits him hard with an open hand to the face.
Simone: Wow, Ben was assuming that he would be getting his opponent face to face. But Eyesnsane had other ideas.
Ben holds his jaw from the slap that he has received earlier on as Eyesnsane gets behind him and grabs him by the face before driving series of fists into the forehead of the former tag champion before grabbing his face and drives an elbow into the forehead. He then grabs the head Ben Jordan and drags him towards a car and wants to bash him face first onto the front of the car. But Ben places his hands on the hood of the car to block it and elbows his opponent into the midsection. He follows it up with bashing Eyesnsane's head into the hood of the car and follows it up with a Side Russian Legsweep on the concrete floor as he slowly sits up and watches his opponent holding his head as Drew Patton looks on
Adams: Great counter from the wrestler's wrestler in Ben Jordan.
Ben grabs the head of Eyesnsane and pulls him up to his feet, holding on to his head as he drags him with him towards an SUV and whips him into the side of the car with his back into the SUV, before Ben follows it up with a clothesline that sends Eyesnsane's back of his head back into the car window after staggering away from the car. We can see that the car window has been shattered from the impact as we see some blood on the shattered glass. Ben grabs him by the back of his head and executes an European Uppercut a few times before spinning Eyesnsane around and sends him face first into the car door with authority. Causing Drew to check on Eyesnsane whether he is still conscious and able to continue.
Simone: I know that Ben has a mean streak in him, I wonder how Eyesnsane can match his and come back into the match!
Ben grabs both legs of Eyesnsane and drags him away from the SUV, as he sets him up for a Catapult, sending him towards a camper that stands there. But just as he sends Eyesnsane towards the van it is the co holder of the tag titles that somehow manages to do a Spiderman like landing on the camper as he climbs on top of the camper and challenges Ben to get on top of the camper as well as we see some of the blood drip from the back of his head.
Adams: How did Eyesnsane do that????
Ben doesn't hesitate as he gets on the ladder on the side of the camper, climbing on top of the camper as there we see Eyesnsane drop a a leg on top of the back of Ben's neck as he crawls on top of the camper. Eyesnsane follows it up by lifting Ben up to his feet and executes a Snap Suplex on top of the camper as the impact of the move causes a dent to be seen on the top of the roof of the camper. Eyesnsane gets to his feet and screams towards Drew that he should end the match as Ben isn't moving. But we see the arm of Ben move as it is draped over the edge of the camper, causing Drew to signal that the match continues.Eyesnsane grabs the head of Ben and pulls him up to his feet as he sets him up for another Snap Suplex on top of the camper.
Simone: Good God, that may just send him through the roof!!!
Ben blocks the attempt as he suddenly lifts Eyesnsane in the air and drops him hard as the midsection of the car ends up on the edge of the camper. Eyesnsane has a painful look on his face as the oxygen has escaped his lungs and slowly slides to the ground from the camper. There he drops hard on his back as Drew checks on the co holder of the tag titles whether he is still responding to his voice. We can see Eyesnsane answer the question who he is and where he is as Drew signals for the match to continue.
Adams: Was it the best decision to let it go?? He didn't fall from soft you know.
Simone: Eyesnsane was conscience as he could answer the questions from Drew, I'm sure tht he doesn't want to take any risks with the wrestlers for long term injuries.
Ben slides off the ladder and suddenly stares at a safety ring floating device and grins as he grabs it and places it around the upper body of Eyesnsane and grabs the rope that is attached to it and starts to whip the helpless Eyesnsane with it before wrapping it across the throat of the champion as Ben is really angry over what happened to him and Jamie a few weeks ago.
Adams: How often have we seen Ben like this??
Drew looks on as he can't do anything before Ben gets up and lets go off the choke hold that he had on Eyesnsane. He then grabs the safety device and lifts up Eyesnsane and sets him up for a Belly to Belly suplex with the device still wrapped around the body of Eyesnsane. But the co holder of the tag titles manages to deliver a knee between the legs of Ben as that causes him to drop on his knees and let go off the grip he had. Eyesnsane demands Drew to free him from the device. Patton finally lets him off the device as Eyesnsane grabs Ben by the head and bashes him face first into the concrete before dropping an elbow across the back of Ben. There he rolls him over on his back before starign at the camper once more and grins. He climbs the camper and stares down at the seemingly motionless Ben Jordan, who is being checked by Drew Patton who signals that he is still conscience.
Simone: Don't tell me that Eyesnsane is going to do what I think he is going to do!!!
Adams: A Splash of Insanity!!!
Simone: Good God!!!
Eyesnsane jumps off the camper, but just as he is about to deliver the 450 Splash on Ben it is the former co holder of the tag titles that gets his knees up and hits Eyesnsane in the midsection. Causing him to fall off of the knees and rolls around in pain, not able to breathe as Ben slowly gets to his feet as he is cheered on by the fans who are in the parking lot looking on as well as the fans in the arena. Ben slowly gets to his feet and grabs the hair of the now very much in pain Eyesnsane and lifts him up to his feet. He whips Eyesnsane to the other side, but holds on to his arm as he then pulls him towards him and executes a spinning Spinebuster into the SUV that they been using before and drives him spine first into the side of the car before dropping him hard. Ben staggers backwards as Drew tells him to do so as he checks on the one half of the tag team champions before calling for the bell as Eyesnsane has been knocked out by the impact of the move as well as being hit by Ben's knees during his splash from the Camper.
Justin: The winner of this match by Knock Out!!! Ben Jordan!!
Ben stares down the champion for a few moments before turning his back and walking off.
Simone: Good God, this match is finally over!!!
Devil's work hits as Dmitri can be seen coming out to the ring as he is looking as dark as ever, he slides in the ring and grabs a microphone.
Dmitri: Last week I got a taste what desperation can do to a human being, that he is willing to sell his soul to the devil to put his career back on the map. To do the unthinkable, to betray his friends, his family and all of those who ever cared about you. And for what??? The fact that this man saw his career being flushed down the toilet and angered over the fact that others got what he demanded.... How sad is a life worth for someone that is worth shit.
The crowd boos Dmitri as well as they are booing the fact that he is talking about Rage, one of the two men that Dmitri will be facing in the main event tonight.
Dmitri: Telling the world that I do not deserve a title shot, that I am only here less than one month, that he has beaten me and that I haven't proven a damn thing. That I would have been beaten by J2H anyways no matter whether he and his little friend interfered or not.... Is that it Rage?? Are you already writing an autobiography about the man that you do not know a single thing about?? You see Rage, you are just crying for attention. You do not think about the consequences after doing what you have done. You see Rage, I could care less whether the it was you, it was the Dying Breed, whether it was the entire Bombshell locker room assaulting me and helping the unbeatable champion take me down. I always get up my friend, I always take one step further than those who think they can match me are willing to do. Ask our buried friend from the Dying Breed for an explanation... and I'm sure he is willing to tell you all huh Rage??
Simone: Good God, that was just plain vicious when Dmitri chokeslammed Andrew Garcia into that grave!!!
Dmitri: You just wish to hide behind the champion Rage, you have sold your soul to the fact that you know you can't beat him... so you joined him. You became his little pet, you became the dog that James always wanted to throw a bone too and tells it to bring him his slippers and the newspapers. If you wish to be remembered by that Rage, it's all good. Because after tonight when me and the Roulette champion break you and Midas down... I am sure that J2H has no issues take you to the back and put you out of your misery oh old yeller.
The crowd reacts shocked as they all gasp for the reference that Dmitri made about Rage who dropped him in his title match last week. Causing a huge assist to J2H beating him.
Dmitri: Dog's only serve their masters until they no longer are useful Rage. I'm sorry to tell you, but your use in this company has ran it's course. As you a former world champion has to be a dog to be relevant in this world... then I'll be damned I want to be as relevant as you. But when I'm done with you, I'm sure that J2H has got enough to say about me... I know he has all his excuses left to spew out to the world to hear... and James.. I hope you dare to watch in these eyes and know.... Starting tonight... I'll be doing the Devil's work... and I'll be loving every second of it...
With that Dmitri walks off as his music hits the sound system once more.
We return to the ringside area as "This Means War" is playing in the background. The ring is covered with a red tinted carpet. The crowd is murmuring amongst themselves when "Smooth" begins to blare over the loud speakers.
Adams: These people just came unglued and not in the fun way.
Simone: I knew it was a matter of time before we saw his ugly mug.
The roar from the crowd nearly drowns the song as Travis Nathaniel Andrews walks through the curtain with Ruby Rose right on his arm. As the boos are coming in very loud, a smile creeps across both of their faces as Travis holds both of his arms out to his side.
Simone: They are nominated this year for Couple of the year but I doubt they will get many votes.
Adams: You don't know that Belinda. They could surprise you.
Ruby decides to move ahead of Travis as she struts down the ramp. Travis is watching while flicking his wrist towards the fans in the front row. His smile turns into his patent smirk as he leaps up onto the ring apron. Ruby stands on the side of the ring as Travis holds the ropes open for her. Once she is inside the ring, Travis follows her inside. Ruby walks over toward the ring tech and takes control of two microphones.
Simone: It's bad enough we have to see him but I guess we have to hear him too.
Adams: Maybe he has something to say.
Ruby walks back towards the center of the ring and hands Travis a microphone. They share a quick kiss while the crowd is showering them with boos. Travis looks from side to side before lifting the microphone up to his lips.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Good evening pissants, it is so good to continue giving you ungrateful sack of bones a show that will be talked about for ages. I'm sure you all will remember this night as the night our "fearless" world champion tells the world that he can't fight his own battles. I mean seriously J2H what kind of champion needs a never was and backstabbing prick as allies. I guess the kind of champion that is destroying the prestige and honor of the world championship.
More boos fill the arena as Travis is walking around inside the ring.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: People are constantly asking me, what is wrong with your champions? What's wrong is that no one has pride in themselves or the championship they hold around their shoulders. They want fame and fortune but do nothing to bring it about without looking like a washed has been. There is a reason why I keep telling the world that I'm a champion without a belt because I am a champion.
Travis continues to pace back and forth as Ruby lifts her microphone up.
Ruby Rose: You are so right my dear. These sheep should notice the sacrifices you have had to endure just to get to this point. All the countless battles with people who don't matter like Drake Green or Ben Jordan. No one seems to remember that you are the sole reason Goth became a grand slam champion. Everyone forgets that you were the New Supremacy. There is a reason you don't have a belt it's because someone in the front office don't want a real man holding a championship.
Travis smirks while listening to Ruby Rose.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: You are absolutely right Ruby. I have faced some of the nastiest people on the planet. I have defeated Brother Grimm and Casey Williams in one match. I made Chris Shipman cry for his mother. I pinned James Tuscini twice. I destroyed a man's career in Thaddeus Stone and I obliterated Old Skool. So tell me you walking troglodytes why must I go through the hoops just to secure my first championship. When a new person joins they get thrusted into a title match and become a freaking champion. However. I bust my ass for this company and practically carry it on my damn shoulders and get nothing for it. Well. I promised myself after Violent Conduct 3 that I was done playing by the house rules. I was done playing games. Which brings me to my good pal Despayre the current Internet champion.
Another brief pause while Travis turns to face the stage.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Despy, I know you are in the back. So why don't you put your itty bitty game boy to the side and get your ass out here. It's time to meet that perfect challenger that I mentioned the last few weeks.
Travis lifts his hand up and motions for Despy to come out. And he and the fans don't have long to wait as "Opticon" by Orgy suddenly comes to life across the sound system, and as it comes to life, so do the fans!
Simone: And it looks like Travis is going to get his wish!
The curtains fly open and out onto the stage bounds the usually hyper active Despayre, and his appearance brings the fans to their collective feet, much to the annoyance of Travis and Ruby inside of the ring. Despayre hops around in circles on the stage, building up a head of steam until he starts skipping down towards the ringside area.
Adams: It looks like Despayre is excited to find out who his perfect challenger is going to be.
Simone: Poor kid. He's probably the only one out there that doesn't see what's coming his way.
Despayre then breaks into a sprint and slides inside of the ring where he hops to his feet and starts running in circles around the interior of the ring. He races around Travis and Ruby three times before coming to a stop in front of them, smiling and bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Ruby Rose bends down at the waist while showing off a toothy smirk.
Ruby Rose: It is so good for you to finally join us in the ring Despy. Travis didn't want you to find out about your perfect challenger from some second rate news reporter. Oh no, he wanted to present him to you in person.
Ruby stands back up right as Travis points his hand out towards Despayre.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Here you are ladies and gentlemen, the hero of the fans. The king of all children everywhere. The man who carries a little doll around like its some sort of damn prize. Despayre, you have faced two undeserving cretins in the past few weeks but none of those nincomshitstains weren't your perfect challenger. Do you know why they weren't your perfect challenger Despy?
Travis pauses waiting to hear Despy's response.
Despayre frowns and squints his eyes as he sticks his tongue between his lips and scratches his scalp in contemplation. He then snaps his fingers and his face lights up.
Despayre: Because if they were the perfect challenger then they would have become the champion?
Ruby laughs as Travis shakes his while a smile creeps across his face.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: This guy seems to have all the answers doesn't he folks. You know Despy that is right. They would have become champion. However that's not the real reason. You see Despy, your perfect challenger is someone who has carried this company on their back for two years straight. Your perfect challenger is someone you have faced before Despy.
Adams: I don't like where this is going Belinda.
Simone: Neither do I Jason.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: You see Despy, your perfect challenger is. Your perfect challenger is.. Your perfect challenger...
Travis continues to repeat that same line while looking down at the ring. The crowd joins Despy in the loudest Who chant as Travis lifts his eyes up toward Despy. The nice guy routine was over as Travis levels Despy with a straight right hand. Despy falls to the ground as Travis stands over him.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Your perfect challenger is me Despy. It's always been me. Those idiots who came before were just pawns in my never ending game of human chess. I have thought about this moment Despy since we fought the last time you were the Internet champion. I knew in order to get my shot I would have to think outside of the damn box. I would have to sucker you in like a fat kid searching for a damn candy bar. You fell for it Despy and now at High Stakes I will do what everyone thought was impossible. I will finally become a champion after carrying this company on my back. I will finally end the damn curse and make the Internet championship relevant again.
Travis kneels down, grabs Despy by his long hair and hoists his neck up a bit.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: High Stakes 3 will be my night as I finally teach you and the world a lesson. I'm done playing games. I'm done playing by the house rules. From now on, I play by my rules and in two weeks time. I show the entire world that I am the Most Must See Superstar here in SCW. All the while proving the greatest Internet champion has yet to be crowned.
Travis drives the hand holding the microphone into Despy's skull multiple times as Travis looks at him.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Despy your reign ends and if you got a problem with that. Well I got a suggestion for you to take. You can build a fucking bridge, cry me a damn river and Deal With It.
Travis slams the microphone down across the bridge of Despy's nose as feedback comes over the speakers. Travis continues to pummel Despy with hard right hands. He stops shortly so he can roll out of the ring. He grabs a hold of Despy's legs and drags him over towards the ring post. He drapes them across the ring post as he picks up a steel folding chair. He measures it up before slamming the chair across the knee of Despy as the crowd boos. Travis drops the chair, grabs a hold of Despy's leg and proceeds to do a figure four leg lock with the ring post.
Simone: My god, Travis is trying to cripple Despy.
As Travis is holding Despy in the figure four leglock, Ruby Rose is kneeling next to Despy's head while shouting words of endearment into his ears. Travis let's go after a few more minutes as Despy screams out in agony. Travis slides back into the ring, grabs Despy by his arms and drapes across the bottom rope. He proceeds to stomp his foot into the chest and rib cage area of Despy as Ruby is yelling at Despy.
Adams: Somebody needs to stop this.
Simone: Despy won't make it to High Stakes if Travis keeps this assault up.
Suddenly the capacity crowd erupts in cheers as a figure is seen racing down to ringside!
Simone: Who the...!?
Adams: Mikah! It's Mikah!
Despayre's friend and fan, Mikah, slides inside of the ring and she grabs Ruby by the hair from behind and drags her away from Despayre! Ruby turns and takes a swing at Mikah and the two hellcats begin throwing fists at one another!
Adams: Catfight! Catfight!
Simone: Catfight nothing! Mikah has come to save Despayre!
Travis immediately ends his assault on Despayre and instead quickly gets between the two women and they continue trying to get at each other by going THROUGH him! Travis then grabs Ruby and ushers her back and away from Mikah, and the former World Bombshell Champion instead turns to help Despayre!
Simone: Mikah to the rescue but is she too late?
As Travis escorts Ruby from the ring and they smile collectively as they back up the aisle while Mikah checks on Despayre who is clutching at his knee and weeping in pain! She stands up and yells for assistance and only moments later a medical team hurry out from the back! Synn arrives next and he holds Despayre who clings tightly to his father while Mikah watches on as the medical personnel go to work.
Simone: I do not believe what Travis Nathaniel Andrews just did! Is winning his first championship worth the cost of almost crippling poor Despayre!?
Adams: Have you met Mister TNA!?
P>
THE SCW HALL OF FAME CEREMONY WILL TAKE PLACE AT HIGH STAKES VI!!!
GOTH
World Heavyweight Champion (2x)
World Tag Team Champion (w/Brother Grimm)
Internet Champion (2x)
Roulette Champion (3x)
First ever Triple Crown winner
SCW Grand Slam Champion
Inside the arena the fans were sitting on the edge of their seats waiting in anticipation for the next bit of action to take place. With that being said Bullet For My Valentine "Your Betrayal" began to hit the arena's speakers. The guitar riff kicking it all off and it was something the thousands in attendance were able to recognize from the start. Didn't take long at all for those fans to begin to change their tune. They went from being excited for action to completely and utterly loathing the show. All because of who was about to make their to the ring.
Only a few seconds had passed since the song began to play. That's when the curtain could be seen being slowly pulled back. Stepping out a moment later happened to be none other than the man known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling himself, Calvin Harris. Seeing the man caused the crowd to uproar again, but this time with louder boos and jeers. All of them hoping that this was going to be enough to get him to go away. However they should've known better than that. Standing center of the stage, Calvin looked around the ring with this smug smirk on his lips. The type of smug smirk that would make people want to knock it right off his expression.
That being said Calvin found himself stretching his arms out to either side of him. Almost like he was encouraging the crowd to give him more hate. For this was something that actually motivated him and something that actually drove him. Like puppets the fans gave in booing even louder and vocally expressing their hatred for him anyway that they could. After a few moments he lowered his arms back down at his side and began to slowly make his way down the ramp.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen. Making their way to the ring at this time. The Martyr Of Professional Wrestling... CALVIN HARRIS!
Hearing that announcement put the crowd on edge. It was like they were hearing nails running down a chalkboard. Not a pleasant situation at all. Again they were vocal getting louder with their boos. At this point they were so loud it was hard for people to even hear themselves think. Let alone begin to form an actual thought that made any sense. By this time that he had been introduced to the crowd. Calvin was halfway down the ramp, seemingly taking his time. That smirk of his remained on his expression as he let out a couple of chuckles at those fans he deemed pathetic. Though, he had finally made it to the end of the ramp.
Calvin took a couple of steps towards the ring and reached up with his right hand grabbing the middle rope. He proceeded to pull himself up onto the apron and onto his knees. He pushed himself right up to his feet and in a pretty swift motion. He lifted one leg over the middle rope, ducked down under the top, and found himself right in the ring. That's when Calvin took it upon himself to take the nearest turnbuckle. He climbed it right up to the second rung and looked out at the booing crowd. Not a single one of them were backing down from how they felt about him. Something that was just making him happier and happier with each boo he heard.
All of the sudden he brought his hands up and out to each side of him while tilting his head back a bit. It was almost like he was in a position where he was forcing the crowd to "bask" in all his glory or as if he was wanting them to "praise" him. Something that wasn't going to happen. Not even on his best day. That taunt remained for only a couple of seconds. At least until the theme song found itself fading out. At that point Calvin turned himself around leaping down from the turnbuckle and found himself walking towards the side of the ring. He was demanding of a microphone which was quickly handed to him. This lead to him turning around headed straight for the center of the ring.
Calvin Harris: One week ago I laced up my boots, I put on goofy ass glow in the dark paint, I walked down that ramp, I stepped between these ropes, and I competed for the very first time inside a Sin City Wrestling ring.
A brief pause came from him.
Calvin Harris: From the point that my music hit. Some of you booed the hell right out of me. Not that it's surprising or anything. Most wrestling fans hate people that are blessed with talent. I am one of those people. Got all the talent in the world. But with that being said there were a handful of you that proved to not be so smart when you decided to cheer for me. You were excited for new talent. Not that I blame you, because looking at this dump and looking at the trash in the locker room. This company truly needed a breath of fresh air.
Sure enough those comments got the reaction that many would have expected. Several loud boos escaped the lips of the thousands in attendance. Boos that seemed to roll right down Calvin's back as he seemed unphased by it.
Calvin Harris: However, you people quickly found out that I wasn't here to be your hero. I wasn't here to have fan support. I wasn't here for any of you. Instead I was here for myself and I was hear to get paid. I assure you folks, the contract that was offered for me to come to this hell-hole more than makes up for it. I've been paid quite handsomely to say the least. As long as my pockets are full, I am going to be a very happy man. Getting to beat the hell out of people, the same way I beat the hell out of Caleb Houston one week ago is just an added perk. It's icing on the cake if you will.
That very smug smirk of his could be seen crossing his lips. Oozing pure confidence and even arrogance.
Calvin Harris: A perk that was seemingly taken away for this coming week. I was informed that I wouldn't be in the ring this week. I wasn't going to have a match. I wasn't going to be competing and worst of all, I wasn't given a reason. Makes zero sense to me. The entire reason for me being here. The entire reason for me signing a contract. The entire reason for my existence in Sin City Wrestling is to be in the middle of this ring competing. And if that's not something that's going to be happening, if my time is going to be wasted. Then rest assured I've got no problem taking my talent to a company that is going to actually respect them.
His comments came off even more arrogant. They even came off a little threatening in a roundabout way. Those comments didn't settle well with the fans of the Santa Barbara area. Their boos were so loud at this point, it was almost hard to hear the man continue to speak but he was no means going to give them what they wanted.
Calvin Harris: Let this serve as the one and only warning that you're going to be getting from me. You're not going to rob me from doing what I do best. You're not going to prevent me from accomplishing the goals that I have set for myself. And more importantly, you will stop me from climbing the so called mountain that is Sin City Wrestling. Soon enough, you're going to be seeing me standing here with gold around my waist.
Based off the response from the crowd. That was the last thing they wanted to see happen.
Calvin Harris: And knowing that this company doesn't want to lose out on a superstar like myself. I know it's not going to be long before I find myself back in this ring ready to compete. To which when that happens, I truly feel bad. I feel legitimate remorse for the person that's going to be standing across the ring from me. Because that person is going to have the ever-living hell beat out of them. In fact I'll go on record and say, the very next person I step in the ring with. Might end up just like Caleb Houston... Knocked the fuck out and their career being ended!
With that being said he flipped the microphone out of his hand. The microphone fell and hit the mat of the ring with a loud thud. "Your Betrayal" proceeded to hit the arena's speakers for a second time. As the boos tried to get as loud as the music, Calvin made his way to the ring ropes and placed one leg over the middle before climbing on out. His feet hit the floor at the ringside area and without so much as even looking at the booing crowd. Calvin began to make his way up the ramp, slowly disappearing behind the curtain, and leaving fans to wonder when he would be seen again.
Jasmine St. John stands inside of the ring as Justin Decent prepares to make the introductions...
Justin: The following tag team contest is the Main Event of Climax Control, scheduled for one fall to a finish! Introducing first...!
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 arms as the wrestler looks around and reacts to the crowd as Uncle Pinky walks behind him. 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 -- 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 focusing his attention back to the entrance way.
Adams: It's payback time for the Unholy Alliance!
Simone: Indeed as last week we witnessed a shocking revelation as Rage and JT Midas formally aligned themselves with the World Champion, J2H, once again costing Dmitri the World title.
Adams: And this match got signed almost immediately!
Justin: And their opponents...
The lights in the arena dim, with a single spotlight shining on the entrance ramp. The opening chords of Yelawolf's hit single, "Daylight," play and the crowd begins to buzz. On the ramp you see a man step into the spotlight. His head is down and covered with a hood, as he psyches himself up for his appearance in the ring. The tempo of the song picks up as the main verse kicks in, and the lights come back on as JT Midas looks up at the crowd around him. He smirks, slowly walking down the ramp with his focus on the ring in front of him.
Justin: First from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing two hundred and eleven pounds ... JT Midas!
JT reaches the foot of the ramp and bounces up and down as he pumps himself up. He quickly climbs up the steps and to the top rope as the song's chorus begins to play. Once atop the turnbuckle, he removes the hood from his head and throws his arms out at his side, taunting the crowd as they react loudly. He hops down from the top rope, bouncing up and down in the corner before making his way to the center of the ring.
Adams: Why did JT decide to join forces with J2H do you think?
Simone: Why else? Because J2H is at the top. Whether he's popular with the crowd or not, Midas was and is a glory hound and will befriend anyone who can get him more exposure.
Adams: More exposure...? Damn, and we're LIVE too!
Simone: Not THAT kind of exposure.... you know what? Forget it.
Justin: And his tag team partner....
Monster by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Wrath, Rage, appears from behind the curtain, with the World Champion, J2H, standing by his side.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by J2H! Residing in Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing three hundred pounds -- Rage!
They stand at the entrance for a few moments before Rage raises his clenched fist above him, eliciting several boos 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 -- when suddenly Dmitri charges and tackles Rage, taking the former "Sin of Wrath" to the mat!
Adams: HOLY -- it's starting off already!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The two big brutes tumble to the mat and they trade bone jarring blows to one another's heads and bodies as Rage, caught by surprise, rolls out of the ring to catch a breather. Dmitri, however, has no qualms at following right after him and he rolls outside of the ring as well and grabs Rage and slams his head into the ring apron! Rage, ever resilient, drives an elbow back into Dmitri's body and then returns the favor, slamming him head into the apron in return!
Simone: And this is what happens when you interfere in another man's world title match!
Adams: Yeah, Rage wouldn't know what that's like since J2H wouldn't give him one.
Inside of the ring, JT Midas and James Tuscini are declared the legal combatants and they are doing battle in respect for their own teams. Tuscini has hold of Midas and drives him down to his knees on the mat with a repeated series of overhead forearm blows down across the back of his head and neck while Uncle Pinky rallies his man from the outside. Tuscini grabs Midas by the arm, pulling him to his feet. Tuscini then goes for a short-arm clothesline but JT ducks it. Tuscini quickly turns around and Midas lets loose with a series of open palm strikes to James's sternum, taking him by surprise -- and Midas then wheels around and nails him with a spinning side kick to the side of the head! Tuscini goes down like he was shot!
Adams: What a shot! Wow!
Simone: JT Midas may look like a pretty boy but the man packs a serious punch with his striking ability!
Outside, Rage and Dmitri are both on their feet, throwing hammering forearms and fists into each others heads and bodies, neither giving an inch!
Simone: This has got to be new to Rage!
Adams: I'll say! Its not very many men that can match Rage in size and strength!
Rage delivers a shot that staggers Dmitri, coming out ahead of the brawl! Rage then picks Dmitri up and drops him chest first onto the railing as J2H nods in approval from the corner. Rage then swings a heavy forearm and clotheslines Dmitri to the ground! Rage stomps around like an animal, bellowing a war cry! He pauses in wait as Dmitri regains his footing and then charges him but Dmitri counters by scooping him up around the waist and drives him down into the hard floor with a spine buster!
Adams: THAT just might take the fight out of Rage!
Inside, JT Midas grabs hold of Tuscini's legs and steps through, turning him over and trapping him in a step over cross face!
Simone: And this one will be over if JT has anything to say about it!
Jasmine is checking on Tuscini, asking him if he wants to submit but he need not answer as Dmitri is back inside of the ring and he drives a boot into the side of Midas's head, sending him off of his tag team partner and breaking the hold!
Adams: Good thing Dmitri was there to make the save!
Despite all four men being the proverbial 'heels,' Tuscini and Dmitri are gaining a measure of support from the fans as Dmitri grabs Midas and scoop slams him! He steps back out onto his corner and waits for the tag which is soon coming. Dmitri picks Midas up as if for another body slam but instead drops him across him knee in a back breaker. Dmitri then powers Midas up and drops him in a second back breaker and holds him there as Tuscini comes off of the middle rope with a diving elbow drop to the sternum of the prone JT! Jasmine forces the Roulette Champion from the ring and then turns to see Dmitri with the cover.
1.....
2.....
Midas kicks out!
Simone: No, Midas is still in this one.
Dmitri drags Midas up and Irish whips him into the ropes where he collides with him in a shoulder tackle that knocks Midas back to the canvas! Midas struggles to return to his feet and Dmitri runs into him with a second shoulder tackle, then wash, rinse and repeat with a third before JT can regain his bearings. Dmitri then backs up and crouches as Midas uses the ropes to drag himself back up to a vertical base.
Adams: Another shoulder tackle? Or maybe a spear!
But just as Dmitri goes to charge, J2H reaches in and cuffs his ankle, causing him to stumble!
Simone: Neither, thanks to the champion sticking his nose in where it doesn't belong!
Dmitri turns around and reaches out through the ropes, taking a swipe at James who backs away with a cocky smile on his face. The distraction, however, is costly enough as JT comes up from behind Dmitri and catches him with a Back Stabber!
Simone: And J2H did what he intended.
Midas then tags Rage into the match and he and Midas both start to stomp away at the prone Dmitri as Jasmine counts against them!
1...
Midas ends his part of the assault and hurries out to his corner so as not to get his team disqualified. Rage grabs Dmitri around the waist from behind and dead lifts him off of his feet...
2...
3...
4...
Adams: Holy -- that's two hundred and seventy five pounds he just powered up!
And Rage brings him crashing back head over heels with a release German suplex! Rage walks over and drops down into a cover with his hands on Dmitri's chest.
1.....
2.....
Dmitri gets his shoulders up!
Adams: Not a very serious cover there by rage, was it?
Simone: No, and that arrogant cover may come back to bite Rage in the ass.
Rage drags Dmitri up to his feet and fires him off into the corner where rage follows in with a big boot, greeting Dmitri right in the face! Dmitri staggers out of the corner and crumbles to the mat and Rage covers him a second time, this time hooking the leg!
1.....
Rage then drags Dmitri over to his corner and tags Midas back into the ring. Midas climbs in and each man takes hold of one of Dmitri's legs and falls back to the mat...
2.....
Dmitri kicks out!
Adams: OWWWWW!!!
Simone: Appropriate this close to Thanksgiving but make a wish!
Midas pulls Dmitri up to a standing position against the ropes and binds his arms in between the top and middle ropes.
Adams: And now Midas has Dmitri right where he wants him!
Much like before, JT just unloads on the trapped Dmitri with a number of sharp and brutal martial arts kicks to his exposed chest! So forceful are the kicks that they knock Dmitri's arms loose, sending him tumbling around and falling halfway through the ropes, between the top and middle. JT then takes off into the ropes and connects with a 619, knocking Dmitri back inside of the ring! JT then vaults over the ropes and onto the apron, then uses the top rope as a slingshot back inside and he lands atop of Dmitri with a senton! JT with the cover!
1.....
JT throws an overhead shot into Dmitri's head as the vampire warrior slowly stands, and he goes for another kick but Dmitri suddenly blocks it and counters, scooping Midas up and dropping him with a powerbomb!
2.....
Dmitri kicks out!
Adams: And THAT shot did Midas in!
Simone: But now both men are down and out on the mat!
Jasmine stands over them both and starts a count against them both.
1...
JT starts to stir...
6...
Dmitri crawls towards his corner.
8...
Dmitri tags James Tuscini -- and Midas tags Rage!
2...
3...
4...
5...
7...
9...
Simone: And now the fresh men are in this one!
Rage and Tuscini are both inside of the ring and they charge at one another! Rage takes a wild swing but Tuscini ducks the decapitating maneuver and ducks behind Rage! He picks Rage up around the waist and drops him on his knee, courtesy of an atomic drop! Rage staggers forward in obvious pain, and Tuscini comes racing off of the ropes and plants Rage face-first with a bulldog! Tuscini quickly rolls Rage over onto his back and covers him!
1.....
Tuscini then stomps down onto Rage a number of times before he grabs the big man's leg and sets him up for the Figure 4! He then grabs for Rage's other leg but Rage plants it into Tuscini's sternum and with a powerful heave, throws Tuscini clear back!
2.....
Rage kicks out!
Simone: I think we all could have warned Tuscini about trying to put a hold like that on Rage's tree trunk legs!
Rage stumbles back to his feet and just in time for Tuscini to charge for a clothesline but Rage blocks it and hits a choke slam!
Adams: One handed! On a man James Tuscini's size!
Rage with the cover!
1.....
2.....
Dmitri breaks it up!
Adams: Oh that could have been it!
Jasmine forces Dmitri out and turns in time to see Rage tag Midas back into the match. Midas goes up top as Rage lifts the Roulette Champion up into a gorilla press and drops him to the mat! Rage takes his leave as Midas comes flying off of his perch with a guillotine leg drop -- only to have Tuscini roll out of the way and JT crash lands on his tailbone!
Simone: They don't call them high risk maneuvers for nothing!
Adams: Please tell me we have a stash of donut pillows somewhere in the back!
Midas staggers up on bowl legs as Tuscini tags Dmitri! Dmitri quickly goes up to the top of his team's corner...!
Adams: Didn't Dmitri learn anything from what just happened!?
But as Midas turns around, Dmitri leaps and almost decapitates his opponent with a flying clothesline!
Adams: Looking to fly the friendly skies? Dial 1-800-Dmitri!
Dmitri covers Midas!
1.....
2.....
3 - NO! Rage is in and breaks it up!
Simone: Not quite yet!
Tuscini is suddenly back in the ring and he jumps onto Rage and the two start swinging! They grab each other in dual side headlocks and tumble into -- and OVER -- the ropes and to the outside! Midas gets back to his feet and Dmitri plows right into him with....!
Adams: Nosferatu!
Midas turns into a tailspin in midair and Dmitri covers him!
1.....
Ding!
2.....
3!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Here are your winners -- Dmitri and James Tuscini -- the Unholy Alliance!
Simone: And the first pairing of this new alliance is NOT a successful one as it is James Tuscini and Dmitri, NOT Rage and JT Midas, who emerge as the winners!
Adams: And boy would you look at how pissed J2H looks!?
The World Champion is indeed FUMING as Rage joins him on the outside, dragging Midas out with them and supporting their teammate with his arms draped over their shoulders! Jasmine takes Dmitri and Tuscini's hands and raise them in victory when "Midnight Tornado" by Skid Row begins its beat across the sound system!
Adams: Uh oh! We all know what THAT music means!
And out onto the stage emerges none other than "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward!
Simone: And when this happens, it's a given that someone is about to be pissed off!
J2H, Rage and JT turn to spot the boss man as Tuscini, Dmitri and Uncle Pinky watch on from inside of the ring with interest.
Hot Stuff: You know, all of you were probably wondering when I'd turn up next, and after seeing what just happened, I couldn't help but get out here before Christian had a chance to do so for himself and ruin yet another possible momentous moment.
Adams: He just won't ease up on Christian, will he?
Simone: No, and thus far, Christian has said little to nothing about what Mark has been saying about him.
Hot Stuff: J2H ... James ... Champ... can I call you Champ?
J2H motions towards him with a 'go ahead' gesture but still looks dubiously towards him.
Hot Stuff: Champ, a thought has occurred to me over the past several weeks. You see, at Violent Conduct II, you beat Dmitri there, but did so because of another one of Christian's fuck ups. Then just last week, you scored another win over him, but it was because of those two...
Mark motions towards Rage and JT Midas.
Hot Stuff: And those two instances has opened my eyes with a startling realization... you can't seem to beat Dmitri without help, can you?
The crowd has little alternative but to cheer at this accusation thrown by the boss man as J2H frowns and shouts at him.
Hot Stuff: Now, now! It's just a theory, and from where I stand, its a theory that sorely needs to be tested. You see, it wasn't your boys there who just got a win just now. It was the Unholy Alliance. More specifically, it was Dmitri that pinned JT Midas to get the win for his team.
Inside of the ring, Tuscini pats Dmitri on the shoulder.
Hot Stuff: So Champ, here's what we're going to do. We are going to test this theory of mine, one last time -- at High Stakes VI.
The crowd starts to cheer as J2H frowns and shakes his head.
Hot Stuff: One more times, Champ! One LAST time! You are going to put that title on the line against Dmitri, and to make sure nobody gets involved and it stays man to man, this time it is going to be held inside of a thunderdome!
The crowd erupts as J2H shouts "NO!" and "YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" while inside of the ring, Dmitri is eyeing J2H coldly while Tuscini pats his partner's back. Mark then turns his attention to Dmitri.
Mark looks back and forth between the two groups.
Hot Stuff: See you lads in LA!
"Midnight Tornado" kicks up once again and Mark salutes the combatants before heading backstage!
Adams: What an announcement! J2H versus Dmitri III! Inside of a cage!
Simone: And only in Los Angeles at High Stakes VI! For Jason Adams, I am Belinda Simone! See you in two weeks!
The credits roll as J2H turns and stares daggers at Dmitri who runs his hands along his waist.
THANK YOU! Chris, Mark, Gerrit, Jenny, Annie, The Lord MK, Erik, Andy, Dustin, Nat McKinley, Calvin Harris, Shipman, Marge, Rolly, Wong. also thanks to Annie for the banners and to you all for roleplaying.