Justin: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first... at a combined weight of two hundred forty eight pounds...AmyMarshall and Jessie Salco, the Metal and Punk Connection!!!

"Wolves of War" by Burn Halo starts to play and the lights dim down , the titentron shows footage of several mosh pits from both Punk and Metal shows intercut with footage of Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco wrestling before the two women make their way down to ringside, Jessie gets a running start before jumping into the ring and Amy follows her in as the two women wait for their opponents.

Simone: Tonight Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco team up once more to take on the Justice League.

Adams: I bet there are a lot of men who can't wait to see this match!

The arena goes dark as a strange symbol appears on the screen with two empty lines underneath. As the song "Karate" begins to play, the symbol will start to blink. With each blink, two letters will fill the blanks. Before the first words are sung, flood lights will shine down on the stage as Zuri Chastain and Belinda Warwick step out onto the stage. They are soon followed by Blanca Chastain and Lady Marsden. All four ladies take a moment to look around their new surroundings before making their way down the ramp.

Justin: Making their way down the aisle, being accompanied to the ring by Lady Marsden and Blanca Chastain, at a total combined weight of 341 pounds, they are the team of Belinda Warwick and the "Masked Vigilante" Zuri Chastain.....the Justice League.

Marsden and Blanca stops at the bottom of the ramp as Zuri slides into the ring. Belinda pulls herself up onto the ring apron before entering the ring. Zuri saunters over towards the corner before leaping up onto the second turnbuckle. She glances out among the audience while turning her head towards Belinda. Both ladies nod as the crowd just looks on.

Adams: Belinda Warwick looks ready to kick some punk's ass. See what I did there huh? HUH?

Simone: That Belinda is not the only one wanting to kick ass Jason! But here we go.

The bell rings as Belinda and Amy Marshall start to circle in the middle of the ring. Belinda uses her larger size to leverage Amy towards the corner where she is pushed back against the ropes. Jacob Summers moves towards the pair warning Belinda to back off. Giving the referee a look, Warwick moves backwards with her hands up and a smile on her face. Amy rolls her neck as she moves out of the corner still watching Belinda who moves forward. Reaching for Marshall, Belinda is surprised as Amy ducks under and catches Warwick with a quick superkick that rocks the bigger woman backwards. Marshall follows her and springboards off the ropes into Belinda's arms.

Simone: She caught her in mid-air Jason. Belinda is a powerhouse for the Justice League.

Catching Amy, Belinda uses a clubbing forearm to the back to double Marshall up then wraps her arm around the head of Amy and pulls her up to hang upside down in a delayed vertical suplex hold that she uses to taunt Jessie Salco before falling backwards to the mat with Marshall with a suplex. Amy arches in pain then brings her hand to her back as she rolls over in pain. Warwick gets to her feet and grabs Amy by the hair to pull her up then whips her into the Justice League corner and follows in with a corner splash that levels Amy. Belinda tags in Zuri as Amy rolls over and begins to crawl towards the Metal and Punk corner.

Simone: Amy is going to have to be faster than that. Zuri is smart enough to prevent a tag I am sure.

Adams: Here is proof of that. Zuri has caught Amy before she can make a tag to Jessie who looks eager to get into the match.

Amy reaches out to tag in Jessie but Chastain races across the ring and brings a jumping axehandle down on the back of Amy who is sent towards the ropes. Jessie reaches out for the tag but Zuri gets between them and uses a couple of hard punches to push Amy back into the middle of the ring. Chastain gains a bit of room and attempts a drop kick that Marshall brushes aside. With Zuri on the mat, Amy quickly uses a springboard dropkick to send her to the mat as she is trying to get to her feet before tagging in Jessie Salco.

Adams: And here comes Jessie. Zuri is not going to be happy because Jessie is a balls to the wall kinda gal.

Jessie leapfrogs over the top rope to drop a rising Zuri with a high cross body that she rolls through. Zuri rolls to her stomach and clutches it in pain as Jessie gets to her feet and moves towards the masked bombshell. Picking up Zuri, Jessie tucks Chastain's head between her elbow and side in preparation for a DDT but Zuri blocks it before grabbing at Salco's leg and taking her down with a single leg takedown that she rolls with to catch Jessie in a single leg boston crab. Jessie arches in pain and reaches towards the ropes as Chastain rears back with the hold and catching her breath. Jessie grabs at her head as she tries to fight the pain of the hold and crawl towards the ropes. On the apron, Amy Marshall is cheering on her partner.

Simone: Jessie Salco looks to be in great pain Jason. Do you think she might tap out to this hold? I mean she is close to the ropes but Zuri does have it locked in tight.

Adams: Jacob is checking on her so we will know soon enough.

Jessie is checked on by Jacob Summers as she inches her way to the ropes. With one final effort, Salco manages to drape her hand on the ropes, clutching it as Summers warns Zuri to let the hold go. Chastain looks like she is not going to release the hold and Summers begins his five count.

Simone: Chastain has to release Salco's leg.

Adams: It doesn't look like it...Summers is almost ready to say five.

At four, Zuri releases the hold and Jessie pulls herself closer to the ropes as Chastain moves across the ring towards her partner. Pulling herself up by the ropes, Jessie inches her way towards Amy only to have Zuri race across the ring and send the both of them through the ropes with cross body splash. Both women are breathing heavily as they try to recover on the outside. Amy Marshall drops off the apron as Belinda Warwick moves around the ring. Summers jumps out of the ring and stands between Belinda and Amy and motions for them to get back to their corners then checks on Jessie and Zuri.

Amy watches as Belinda slowly backs away then moves to help Jessie towards their corner. Zuri gets to her feet and rolls under the bottom rope and makes her way towards her corner. Jessie rolls in and tags Amy Marshall who slides between the ropes and stalks towards Zuri. Before Chastain can make the tag, Amy uses a flying forearm smash to send Belinda off the apron then turns and picks up Zuri . Tucking Zuri's head between her arm and body, Marshall hits a snap ddt that lays out Chastain. Rolling to her knees, Amy quickly rolls up the leg of Zuri for a two count only to have Warwick drop with a leg drop on Amy Marshall. Jessie charges across the ring to attack Belinda as Amy rolls to the side clutching her midsection and Zuri rolls to the ropes.

Simone: Belinda saved the Justice League from a loss.

Adams: But Jessie is going to make her pay for it. Summers better get some control.

Jacob Summers gets between the two women and pushes at Belinda to push her to the outside as Jessie reaches down for Amy's hand to help her to her feet. Belinda slides between the ropes as Summers goes to get Salco out of the ring. Zuri slowly reaches up to tag in Belinda behind the referee's back. Warwick enters the ring on fire only to have Summers motion for her to get out of the ring having not seen the tag. Belinda begins to argue with Summers who begins his count. Amy is on her feet near her corner as Belinda slides out only to quickly be tagged back in. Warwick looks at Summers as she straightens up and then is caught by Amy who charges across the ring and attempts a shining wizard but Belinda powers Marshall into a sidewalk slam. Rolling to her stomach, Amy Marshall grabs at her back while trying to move towards the ropes where she pulls herself up and sags in the corner. Belinda charges towards her for a corner splash but Marshall throws herself to the side. Belinda lands chest first on the turnbuckle as Amy crawls towards her corner and tags in Jessie Salco once more.

Simone: Warwick has probably knocked the air out of her lungs with that splash.

Adams: Which gives Amy a chance to tag in Jessie.

Climbing on the turnbuckle, Jessie crouches on the top and watches as Belinda straightens up to catch her breath. Warwick turns towards the now standing Jessie Salco and is taken off her feet by a missile dropkick from Jessie. Warwick rolls towards her corner and tags in Zuri Chastain.

Simone: Zuri is the fresh person on the Justice League...but Salco is like a woman on fire.

Adams: If by that you mean she is hot...I totally agree with you.

Jessie catches Chastain with a springboard clothesline that takes her down. Getting to her feet, Jessie climbs the turnbuckle and watches as Chastain gets to her feet only to stagger into the corner where Salco takes her down with a springboard tornado DDT. Belinda Warwick is through the ropes and catches Jessie with a big boot that rocks her back into her corner where Amy Marshall tags herself in. Warwick pulls Zuri across the ring and helps her to the apron before turning around. As she does, Amy Marshall charges towards her, leaping and catching the back of her head as she falls backwards only to have Belinda's face slam down onto her upturned knees. Belinda is somersaulted to the mat as Amy rolls her over to her back then rolls her up with a pin. Jacob Summers drops and makes a three count as Jessie rushes into the ring to prevent Zuri from breaking up the pin with a clothesline. Summers signals for the bell as Jessie helps Amy to her feet as the pair have their arms raised in victory.

Simone: The Metal and Punk Connection are winners Jason. Does this mean we will be seeing more of this team?

Adams: The way the match went tonight, I wouldn't be surprised if they would be getting a title shot in the near future. It doesn't look like they have missed a beat.

Justin: The winners of the match...Jessie Salco, Amy Marshall, the Metal and Punk Connection!!

The Metal and Punk Connection climbs opposite turnbuckles to celebrate the win as the Justice League makes their way up the ramp.

The arena fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before stopping in the middle of the stage, a smirk playing on her face as she holds a microphone in her hand, the fans booing at her. The word 'J2HISM' is on the tron, there for a reason.

Mikah: Oh shut up, I know you missed me.

She laughs a bit as they boo her a little more.

Mikah: You should be thankful that you even get to SEE my face today! I could have chosen to stay home and left you cretins to wonder about my involvement in J2Hism for another week but me, being the kind, considerate person that I am, decided to come her tonight to give you a little explanation of sorts.

The fans boo her again and she glares at them.

Mikah: 2016 was a nightmare for me, only a handful of good things actually happening for me that was good. So, I decided that I was going to start off 2017 on a high note and follow J2H's path and be a willing student of the game. Although, to be honest being here in front of you imbeciles is most definitely not starting out 2017 on a high note. I'll be lucky if 2017 starts off right at all.

She lets a out a chuckle, drawing a bit of heat from the crowd.

Mikah: You all may hate J2H or you might love him but you can't deny that he's the best superstar that SCW has to offer today. And you can bet that I'm going to be learning from the best. And I will be the best Bombshell this company has to offer by this summer, if not before.

She smirks.

Mikah: There's no more playing nice for me. No more being all smiles and happy anymore because that doesn't get you anywhere in this business. Not for me anyways. It might work for Sam Marlowe and Melody Grace but it most definitely doesn't work for me. Do you think that would have gotten me where I was a year ago from today!? Do you think if I had been all smiles and sunshine-y a year ago, that I would have held the Bombshell Championship for a record setting NINE months?!

She was speaking a little louder.

Mikah: No I don't fucking think so. So you idiots can sit in your chairs, drinking your beer or your soda that you don't need and boo me because none of you can hack it in this business. So I'd advise you to sit down and shut your fucking mouths and learn to be quiet when I'm out here. This is a new year and this is a new me. You think I was horrible a year ago, you just wait.

The fans boo even louder.

Mikah: Keep going, see how far that booing gets you. You keep sitting on your fat asses and voice your opinion. Because guess what? NOBODY FUCKING CARES ABOUT YOUR OPINION. Nobody but yourself. It's another reason why I chose the life of J2Hism. While you cretins CHOOSE to follow people who are always happy and good, I'll be the one that's dominating the division once again. So, have fun being the pathetic people that you are and keep voicing your irrelevant opinion because it doesn't matter.

Mikah smirks a bit.

Mikah: J2Hism matters.

She tosses the microphone down before her music hits again and she turns and walks off of the stage and goes backstage.

We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Kate Steele. Pussy Willow is standing there with a microphone in her hands as she looks deep into Kate's eyes.

Pussy: I am here with Kate Steele and...

Kate: Yeah... I was supposed to compete tonight but Alexis got married. So congratulations to Alexis Edwards for her marriage. May she be forever happy and get what she wants but I have something that I need to personally address... That being Polly Playtime. You see I am going to make a long story short. The Internet Championship is everything to me. And she can run her bloody fucking mouth about how the Internet is changing but...

Kate forms an angry expression on her face.

Kate: I am the brand new member of the Metal and Punk Connection. I am the greatest champion of 2016 and I am not going to have her parade around with MY title. So I want my rematch clause... I want it ASAP so I can put that fluke away... Interview over!

Kate Steele storms off.

The camera moves backstage to find a special setup of a screen playing a loop of fireworks in the background, reading "Happy New Year from Sin City Wrestling". Sitting at a desk in front of the screen is Dax Beckett, dressed in a plaid printed suit jacket, and an opened white collar shirt, showing off his chest tattoos from under his beard, and Song is seen wearing her bottom in ring gear pants and a black shirt with yellow letters that spell out. 2017 Elders shirts coming soon. She keeps her SCW Bombshell title over her right shoulder. They are both holding pieces of paper in front of them, and wearing smiles on their faces. Dax nods his head at the camera as he taps the papers against the desk.

Dax: Hello SCW Universe! I am Dax Beckett...

Song: And I am Song. We are bringing you a special segment called "This Year In Sin City Wrestling".

Dax: We were carefully selected from a signup sheet posted outside of the locker rooms where we were the only two who signed up!

Song: Yeah so now I'm a bit confused if signing up for this was a good thing or not.

Dax and Song share a laugh that almost feels forced for a moment. Dax turns to Song slightly, while still looking at the camera.

Dax: Today, we will be discussing predictions for the year, taking the Chinese Zodiac into careful consideration. How festive!

Song: Even though the Chinese New Year technically does not start for another four weeks...

Dax: Oops, heh, somebody in the Creative department is probably kicking themselves right about now. Boner alert!

Song: Boner, indeed!

Song looks to Dax, looking him up and down with a surprised look on her face. Dax crosses his legs as he turns away from her slightly. He clears his throat as he composes himself once more.

Dax: Speaking of, the year 2017 is the year of the red fire rooster, and the roster is filling up with some flaming cocks. Take Giani Di Luca and Mickey Carroll for instance. I have it on good authority that their careers won't last long. Why is that, you ask? Because, this is the year of the rooster, and I'm the biggest rooster on the roster. Say that three times!

Song: I remember them, they were here as big time players when Orchid and I

Song gets cut off by the fans cheering for Orchid. Song takes a step closer to the camera and is now seen in front of Dax

Song: Really guys, I thought we had an understanding. I changed my ways to be more likable and...

Song turns around and looks at Dax realizing she is getting off topic. She takes a step back and goes back to stand on Dax's left side

Song: Oh sorry he-he as you were saying, There is no way you will get me to say that three times, not with my accent.

Dax: How about "Loud lightning lulls the loon?" I am such a jackass! But seriously, I'll give you an RC Cola if you try...

Songs eyes lights up for the RC Cola

Song: Loud lighting lulls the loon, Loud lighting lulls the loons, Loud lighting lulls the loons.

Song looks giggling

Song: I tried and I don't care how silly I sounded, my RC Cola please!!

Dax is unsure of how to react, because he wants to laugh, but the fear of backlash from political correctness stops him. He reaches under the table, fumbling around a bit longer than one would expect. The looks on his face show that he is struggling a bit, but finally he pulls out a glistening cold can of RC Cola, handing it over to Song.

Dax: In other news, RC Cola is sponsoring this segment. Plan to see a logo tattooed on my left pectoral next week, should we not get cancelled...

Song looks over at Dax she eyeballs him up and down. She cracks open for can of RC and takes a sip.

Song: You're like a chick magnet and well look at me which man wouldn't want a hot petite Asian to look at; just the sex appeal alone should keep this going. Don't get me wrong Dax and I are more than eye candy.

Song says as she pats her title a few times she looks at Dax.

Song: You will be having a title soon, I just know it

Dax: Highly unlikely. I'm not under someone's desk, headbanging with a semen demon, and I don't air my diary entries for the world to see... Too fourth wall? Anyway, aren't we talking about roosters or something? I stopped paying attention once you called me a chick magnet...

Dax turns toward Song, and pretends to try to attract her using forces of magnetism. Song looks at Dax with a smile.

Song: You had me at 4th wall.

Dax: And you had me at "hot petite Asian"... but you could have had me before.

Cameraman: You guys are running over by like three minutes.

Song looks at the cameraman

Song: Hey you see this title I'm holding, this mean I can get away with that.

Dax: Eh, skip a Mikah walking into the building segment, and we'll be fine. We should do stand up comedy, right Song?

Song: There's that to skip Mikah... oh wait you meant about the comedy. Well you're the funny one I may at best have a one liner here and there.

Dax: I guess nobody will care about this segment, but I am wondering if you have any predictions for the roster this year, Song? What do you see happening in SCW this year? Perhaps a nice rooster to replace the 2016 Year of the Fish?

Song looks confused for a second

Song: Hmm.

Song leans in and whispers into Dax's ear

Song: 2016 is the year of the Monkey silly

Song leans away and finishes her RC Cola.

Song: Wait on a side note I would just like to say. I love RC and as you can see I'm not one who plugs a product and not drinks it. But back to Dax's rooster... Oh I mean... crap...

Song starts to blush a bit at her slip up. Dax nods his head up and down slowly as he smiles from ear to ear.

Dax: The year of the rooster, because I can't say cock on television... Wait, what? The internet is different? Well cock gobbling, dick munching, one eyed two balled trouser snake gummy snacks! In other words, penis! I'm done, I promise.

Song: Great you just got a bunch of wrestlers listening to this, now we may get a reaction by some, but it may be the reaction you may not want.

Dax: A reaction is a reaction.

Song starts to giggle a bit

Song: Which is all I ever want, we don't want to bore the fans, but I think to bore them when they hear...

Dr Weaver is seen walking by eating some gummy worms.

Song: Hey Doc can I have some.

Song reaches in her bag to steal some gummy worms She puts one in her mouth

Song: I feel wrong eating a gummy worm now that I think about it, all I picture now is snake gummy snacks... Thanks alot there Dax.

Dax: You're welcome to have mine... Sorry, I have no shame. Anyway, I'm told that Steve Ramone has a very sexually fueled segment with Kaylee that's about to get cut if we don't wrap this up... even though I feel like we didn't get to talk enough about the actual topic, but hey... that's SCW for you!

Song looks at Dax then walks over to the camera lens as all you can see now is Song's face.

Song: Hey would you all rather see this Steve guy with Kaylee or would you all rather see Dax's Roost....

The camera man cuts off the image

Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall, ladies and gentlemen, from Richmond Virginia being accompanied to the ring by his uncle Dark Tiger, standing six feet five inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds. He is the Man of War from the 804. He is the Big Cat from the VA Cap. Big Tiger Jeremiah Hardin!!!!!!

Jeremiah comes to the ramp as Trenches (Remix) by Pop Evil ft DMC plays and he comes to the ramp with his uncle Dark Tiger by his side. Jeremiah comes down the ramp and fist bumps with the fans. Jeremiah roars when the Yeoooowwww! comes and he slides in the ring and then gets on the turnbuckle and roars and the crowd roars with him.

Simone: A returning Jeremiah Hardin is facing a rising star in Dax Beckett.

Adams: And here comes his opponent...

The guitar riff of "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold begins playing and red and white lights begin flashing across the stage and out into the audience. As the music picks up, Dax comes out onto stage in a cut off t-shirt draped over his body, showing off his many tattoos. He strokes his beard, and intense look on his face as he comes to the center of the stage. He shouts out at the crowd, holding his arms out at his side as he does a slow 180 degree turn, slowly walking backward.

Justin: Making his way to the ring... from Anaheim, California, standing at 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 235 pounds, he is... DAAAAAX... BEEEEEECKEEEEEETT!!!

Once the music completely picks up, Dax turns around and charges down the aisle. He darts around the ring, stopping periodically to pose for the fans, whether they like it or not. Once he makes his way around the ring, Dax jumps onto the apron and charges his way up the nearest turnbuckle. He ascends and nods his head to the music, his fist in the air. He jumps off and flips, landing on one foot and one knee, his arms held out to the side before rising to his feet.

Adams: Dax Beckett certainly knows how to make an entrance.

Simone: You can say that again.

Adams: Dax Beckett certainly knows how to make an entrance.

The two men start to circle one another as the referee signals for the bell to start the match. Jeremiah swings with a wild haymaker that Dax is able to evade. Before Hardin can recover, Dax steps up and throws the arm of Hardin over his shoulder then takes the man down with a Russian leg sweep. Rolling through the move, Dax is quick to his feet as Jeremiah clutches at his head in pain and rolls to his side. Beckett reaches down and pulls Jeremiah to his feet as the fans chant for both competitors. Dax whips Hardin into the ropes but is caught with a hard clothesline that sends him to the mat.

Simone: Surprise surprise from the returning Hardin. He just took Dax down with one hell of a clothesline that I don't think that Dax was expecting that.

Dax rolls quickly to his stomach and bracing himself, he slowly gets to his feet while watching Hardin carefully. The two men again begin to circle each other and lock up in the middle of the ring. Dax is able to turn the collar and elbow into a headlock that Jeremiah tries to fight out of. Beckett uses it to leverage Hardin into a series of chain wrestling holds that has Hardin screaming in pain as his arm is wrenched up his back. Beckett pulls the arm away from the body of Jeremiah and twists under it before locking in a wristlock to guide Hardin to the ropes. Dax maintains the hold as he climbs up the turnbuckle and begins to walk along the top rope. With a slight bounce, Beckett drops Hardin with an arm drag that extends the arm of Jeremiah. Hardin rolls with his arm cradled in his midsection as he is checked on by the referee.

Simone: Dax Beckett working on the arm of Jeremiah Hardin. But will it be enough?

Adams: Well Hardin is known for using moves that uses his arms...

Dax moves towards Jeremiah who rolls out of the ring and then starts to walk around the ring shaking the feeling back into his arm. Dax watches him and then as Hardin turns his back on him, Dax hits the opposite ropes then launches himself at Jeremiah through the ropes with a suicide dive that takes the Big Tiger into the barricade.

Adams: High risk move from Dax Beckett. Both men are outside of the ring and recovering slowly from the looks of it.

Jeremiah staggers away from a slowly rising Dax Beckett who follows him around the ring. Rolling under the bottom rope, Hardin bounces off the ropes and hits Beckett with a shoulder tackle against the ropes. Beckett goes down hard in the corner as Jeremiah rolls back to his feet. Following Dax into the corner, Hardin grabs the middle rope and begins to drive a shoulder into the midsection of Beckett that doubles him over. Hardin steps back as Beckett sags slightly in the corner. Pulling him into the ring, Hardin spins him around and catches him by the middle and hits a release german suplex that sends him across the ring on the canvas. Dax is slowly getting to his knees as he sees Hardin get to his feet and reach for him. Out of desperation, Dax lurches upward with a sloppy spear into the midsection of Jeremiah which drives the air from his lungs.

Simone: Poor Hardin, that has to hurt.

Adams: I even felt it out here.

Hardin drops to his knees and then is grabbed by the hair and pulled to his feet by Beckett who then rocks him backwards with a series of uppercuts that he finishes off with a spinning uppercut that sends Hardin slamming into the corner. Dax moves to catch the staggering Jeremiah and brings him out from the corner to hit a snap suplex on Hardin. Rolling witht eh suplex, Dax mounts Hardin to slam a few hard rights into the head of Jeremiah before he is warned off by the referee. Dax holds up his hands and steps away from Hardin who rolls to his stomach then to his knees.

Simone: Dax Beckett being a gentleman with Hardin.

Adams: Maybe right now but not for long Belly. Sooner or later he is going to go for the kill.

As Hardin stands and staggers back into the corner, Dax gets set and charges across the ring with another spear that Jeremiah is able to sidestep which sends Dax into the ringpost hard. Laying on the middle rope in pain, Dax grasps his shoulder before fighting his way out of the ropes and turns into a kick to the midsection from Jeremiah Hardin that doubles him over. As he tries to catch his breath, Hardin uses the doubled over Beckett's momentum to catch him and pull him closer before hoisting him in the air and bringing him hard to the mat with a vertical suplex. Dax arches in pain as Jeremiah rolls to the side and gets to his feet. Backing up towards the ropes, Hardin climbs the turnbuckles and watches a slowly rising Beckett. Once Dax is vertical, Jeremiah stands tall and launches himself off the top with a missile dropkick that sends Dax to the mat and rolling to the outside.

Adams: Man down! Man down!

Dax rolls to the outside and to the floor from the apron. Hardin gets to his feet and moves towards the ropes where he looks over to the outside where Beckett is crawling towards the ring steps. Hardin drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring to follow after Beckett using a clothesline to the back of the head to bring him to the floor once more. Standing over him, Hardin reaches down and pulls him to his feet to roll him into the ring.

Simone: It looks like Jeremiah Hardin is getting the better of Dax Beckett tonight.

Adams: Don't count him out just yet Belinda.

Dax gets to his feet still holding his neck as he watches Hardin get on the apron and ready to slide between the ropes. As he does, Beckett charges across the ring and catches Jeremiah with a pendulum suplex that puts Hardin on his back. Rushing to the corner, Dax leaps to the top rope and checks on Hardin who is laying on the canvas. Straigtening up, he launches himself with a corkscrew moonsault attempt that Hardin is barely able to avoid. Clutching at his mid-section, Dax is in pain as he kicks at the canvas. Hardin rolls closer to the ropes and then pulls himself to a vertical base. Dax also straightens up and glares at Hardin. Both men charge towards each other and both men are taken off their feet with mutual clotheslines. Hardin is a bit faster making it to his feet as Dax rolls to his knees. Jeremiah makes his way to the back of a rising Dax Beckett and catches him around the waist and pulls him backwards into a reverse powerbomb that takes him off his feet. The fans can be heard to groan in sympathy with Dax who arches in pain with his hand going to his back. Rolling on the canvas, Beckett tries to fight off the pain as Hardin sits up and watches the man. Getting to his feet, Hardin stands him up and begins to give him clotheslines to his chest and back alternating as the fans count each one. Finally Hardin steps back far enough and drives Beckett to the canvas with a discus clothesline. Sitting up, Hardin rolls to the side and then to his feet to look down at Beckett on the canvas.

Simone: Oh no, Dax is down in the middle of the ring and Jeremiah is coming in for the kill.

Adams: Jeremiah hit the Whirling Tiger Dervish on Dax Beckett.

Jeremiah rolls over the downed Dax Beckett and puts him into the Tiger Trap in the middle of the ring. As Jeremiah pulls back on the hold, Dax struggles to reach for the ropes in desperation. Jeremiah pulls back harder forcing Dax to tap out. The referee motions for the bell as Hardin releases the hold and is quick to his feet holding both hands up in victory.

Simone: This young man has come back to SCW and has picked up a win in his return.

Adams:R O A R is back and I think that Jeremiah is going to be going places.

Justin: The winner of the match...Jeremiah Hardin!

Dax slams his hands on the canvas and slides out of the ring as Jeremiah Hardin celebrates in the middle of the ring with his uncle.

The capacity crowd on hand at the Cox Pavilion cheers as above the stage, the SCW-Tron comes to life once again and on the screen stands the ever popular and loveable Internet Champion, Despayre, alongside his father, Synn. Standing against an SCW Inception II backdrop, they are joined by the busty reporter, miss Pussy Willow.

Pussy Willow: Despayre ... Despy. May I call you Despy?

Despayre gives her the ol' stink eye with a lone arched eyebrow.

Despayre: You can call me whatever you want so long as you don't call me next in your target for smooches!

Pussy Willow smiles.

Pussy Willow: Not to worry. The holidays are over and it isn't your birthday, so you're safe.

Synn leans in to whisper audibly to his son.

Synn: For now.

Synn stands upright as Despayre visibly shudders.

Pussy Willow: As I was saying, I'd like to ask you a question. In just a few weeks on January 22, we'll return to Las Vegas for Inception II where you are set to defend the Internet Championship against former Seven Deadly Sins member, Chris Shipman.

Despayre: BO-RIIIING!

Synn and Pussy Willow blink in the champ's direction.

Despayre: What?

He shrugs.

Despayre: if I hafta defend my title, it should be against someone who'll draw money! Like Steve Ramone or James Tuscini. or maybe even Andy Kaufman.

Synn: Joshua? Andy Kaufman has been dead for years.

Despayre looks up at Synn with wide eyes.

Despayre: Really?

Synn nods.

Despayre: Hunh! And even still he'd draw more money than Stepmom.

Synn and Pussy Willow look at each other and she silently mouths 'Ouch.'

Synn: I dare say Shipman's betrayal has irked Despayre here on a far more personal level than perhaps he ever intended.

Pussy Willow: I would say so. And now, after what happened in Las Vegas on the Christmas show, it looks as if Travis Nathaniel Andrews is attempting to once again insert himself into the title picture.

Synn: Travis would be unable to 'insert himself' into that fake redheaded horsefaced whore of his, let alone try to get involved in a match that was already signed, sealed and delivered before he ever got that bright idea to begin with. He attacked Despayre the first time, and the tactic worked. he got a title shot -- and failed.

Despayre nods with a smile.

Synn: So, what? He thought doing the same thing would work two times straight? Is he that desperate? That unoriginal?

Despayre: Yes!

Synn: Exactly. But this time, he did more than just go after the champion, he attacked me. Perhaps he thought that would be added fuel to the fire, I don't know. But if he thinks going that extra mile would ensure him another shot at the Internet Championship...

Christian: I think that I can answer that.

The crowd boos as onto the scene steps Christian Underwood.

Pussy Willow: Christian? You have something to add to the situation?

Christian smiles sarcastically.

Christian: Don't I always? Now, see, I had planned on actually giving Travis what he wanted and deserved, another chance at Despayre here. That is until Mark decided to get involved in the booking process and spoil my ideas.

Christian motions towards Despayre and Synn respectively with his hands.

Christian: See, after Travis attacked the both of you, Mark got a little fed up with our Mister TNA always trying those backdoor tactics and intervened by booking a match on his own.

Synn: Really. And it's not against Despayre?

Christian shakes his head with a smile.

Christian: Nope.

Christian points to none other than Synn himself.

Christian: It's against you, big boy.

Synn blinks. Despayre tilts his head allllll the way back to gaze up at his father while Pussy Willow looks back and forth between the men.

Pussy Willow: Synn? Mark Ward has booked Synn against Travis Nathaniel Andrews for Inception II?

Christian: Unfortunately.

Synn: But, I'm not on the active roster.

Christian shrugs.

Christian: So what? You're under contract and that's good enough for us.

He looks Synn up and down.

Christian: You're still built like a brick house, so squeeze that tight butt of yours into those tiny trunks you used to compete in and have at it.

Without another word, Christian turns to leave when he pauses and turns back with a bright smile and sarcastic wave.

Christian: Bye!

And he makes his exit.

Mikah is seen walking backstage again, this time heading for the exit. She sends a smirk over her shoulder at the camera man as he follows her out.

Mikah: Are we ready to leave, Alphonso?

He nods his head, walking to the back of the limo and opens the door. Mikah hesitates and looks around the lot.

Mikah: Thank fucking God. My skin is crawling from just being around those idiots. Time to go back to New York City and see MY husband.

She winks at the camera.

Mikah: Take me to the airport, Alphonso.

Alphonso: Yes ma'am.

She slides into the back and sits down on the cushioned seat as he shuts the door and then walks back up to the driver's seat.

The cameras cut to the backstage area as Travis Nathaniel Andrews was standing outside of his locker room. He was wearing a navy Armani suit with coal black dress shoes. His eyes were covered with sunglasses as he was contemplating something. As he is about to turn to head for the stage, Pussy Willows enters the picture.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: What do you want?

Travis asks while looking down at Pussy who doesn't seem to enjoy being around the self proclaimed Mr. SCW.

Pussy: Last week, you attacked Despy after his match with James Tuscini. The question on everyone's mind is why? Why would you attack him?

Travis smirks while shaking his head.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Wow! This is how you want to start 2017 when interviewing me. You want to ask me about attacking that little troll that everyone seems to be in love with huh. My reasoning for attacking that shrimp is because I'm not finished with him. James Tuscini better be happy that I didn't ram his head into the nearest ring post as well.

Pussy cocks her head to the side after hearing Travis say that he would have attacked James Tuscini as well.

Pussy: Why would you attack him?

Travis scoffs while placing his left palm onto his forehead.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: James Tuscini doesn't deserve a damn championship belt. One, I am one of the few people who have pinned his ass to the mat on two separate occasions. Not to mention, he lost the roulette championship to another undeserving scrub in Steve Ramone. So I would attack him because let's say I just don't like him. The same could be said about the shitfaced toad scum that has nerve to tweet at me that I haven't done anything in this company.

Pussy scratches her head some more.

Pussy: Are you talking about Kris Ha....?

Before Pussy could finish saying his name, Travis places a finger across her lips while snarling.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: If you know what's best for you then you won't ever mention that name in my presence. He thinks winning championships make you a success. He thinks that coming and going makes him a star. Give me a fucking break. That lowlife needs championships just to keep himself relevant. I mean no one gives a fuck about him or his troll like brother. Both of them couldn't afford these suits or be on the level that I am.

Pussy: But they are the tag team champions?

Travis laughs while looking at Pussy Willow.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: And that is supposed to mean something to me. Tell me Pussy, how can they be proud when that division is nothing. How many tag teams do we have anyway huh? Exactly, you don't even have to answer since I already know it. Those two idiots can waltz around like they mean something to someone but to me they will be puny scrubs not worth my time. I much rather face Despy again or maybe entertain J2H with another attempt at his belt since he has never defeated me one on one.

Pussy looks at Travis.

Pussy: Are you sure that's wise? You don't have the best track record when it comes to championship matches.

Travis violently removes his sunglasses before glaring a hole into Pussy.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: 2016 wasn't my best year but I promise you that by the end of 2017, I will be a champion. I will be the most hated man in SCW. I'm already the man who made Climax Control worth watching. I'm the man who carried SCW on my back when no one else stepped up to do it. Last year, it was about the new supremacy. This year it's all about ME.

Pussy rolls her eyes while Travis smirks before walking out of the shot. The cameras follow him as he stops at a random door. The sign on the door is blurred out due to the distance as Travis knocks on it. A few seconds later, Travis turns the knob and enters the room as Pussy is left standing there scratching her head.

We are backstage at the Cox Pavilion in Las Vegas, Nevada, and we are in the dressing room of James Tuscini and Pinky del Ferrando. We watch as James and Pink are putting their things away. They are fortunate to have a 2-bedroom dressing room this time so they can be more comfortable. James goes into his bedroom to put his items away and Pinky goes into his bedroom to put things away. Our first shot is that of James putting his stuff away in the closet and dresser drawers.

James: I love to sing while I put my stuff into the closet and dressers. Today I would like to use a song from the musical Oklahoma. OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING...OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY...I HAVE A WONDERFUL FEELING...EVERYTHING'S GOING MY WAY. Yep here we are in Las Vegas ready for me and Dmitri, as The Unholy Alliance, as we will defeat Jet City to prove to the world we deserve to be the next Tag Champions in Sin City Wrestling. Deal with that Halc's!

The scene shifts to the bedroom of Pinky del Ferrando who is putting his items away in the dresser drawers and his closet. Pinky picks up his suits and he opens the closet doors to hang his suits in there. When he opens the closet door he sees something unusual.

What Pinky del Ferrando sees sitting on a shelf in the closet is a Mafia Teddy Bear wearing a striped suit, a hat, and carrying what appears to be a case for a flute. The Mafia Teddy Bear talks to Pinky.

Mafia Teddy Bear: What's with the look on your face Pinky? Haven't you seen a Mafia Teddy Bear before? If you haven't then you are seeing one right now. I was sent to tell you to lay off abusing Teddy Bears like you did to Teddy Bear Angelo at Climax Control 167. And if you think I have a flute in the case in my hand you better think again. I got a knife so sharp in here I can slice an entire ham hock into pieces in less than a minute. Don't push me or I will cut you up!

Pinky del Ferrando slams the closet doors shut and he leans against the door to prevent the Mafia Teddy Bear from getting out. This time for sure he will have James see what he is seeing. Pinky calls out for James.

Pinky: James! James! JAMES GET YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW! HELP! HELP!! HELP!!!

James drops what he's doing and he runs into Pinky's bedroom to see his Uncle backed up against the closet doors to keep them shut.

James: What in the hell is going on here?

Pinky: In the closet. Teddy Bear Mafia. Striped suit. Carrying a case with a knife in it. Wants to carve me up. Help me James!

Tuscini grabs Pinky and pulls him away from the closet doors. When James opens the closet doors he sees nothing but clothing Uncle Pinky put into the closet. James even rummages around all the clothing and other stuff inside the closet and there is no Teddy Bear inside the close let alone a Mafia Teddy Bear.

James: I've had enough of this Uncle! Get it together or I'm sending you back to San Francisco. There are no Mafia Teddy Bears out to get you. You are hallucinating. If this keeps up until our match I'm having you see our family physician, Doctor Kim, and maybe he can prescribe some anti-hallucination medications for you. Sheesh! I don't have time for this crap!

James storms out of Pinky's bedroom to return to his own bedroom to put his own stuff away. Pinky peeks into his closet and he rummages around and there really isn't a Mafia Teddy Bear in a striped suit threatening to cut him up. Relieves Pinky del Ferrando lets out a sigh and finishes putting his things away. After accomplishing that he decides a warm shower will help him relax and get his mind off thing. While Pinky is getting ready for his shower we return our attention to James in his own bedroom. Tuscini is also done putting his items away so he sits on the side of the bed to comment on his match for Sunday evening.

James: Uncle Pinky sure is paranoid since that meeting with the Lawyers and they took custody of his Teddy Bear Angelo. Oh well that's life and Pinky is an adult and needs to deal with life issues. To Jason and Kris Halc I wish to congratulate you on winning the Tag Team Championship away from Members of the Elders on November 20, 2016. Before your inflated egos cause you to float up and bang your heads on the Cox Pavilion's ceiling let me deflate you a little bit. I don't feel your win over the Elders was a result of your so-called superior wrestling skills. I believe what happened is that The Elders had big egos, they thought you were a pushover as a Tag Team, they didn't take you seriously, and it was their lack of performance that cause you to get over on them. Having a big ego tends to do that to wrestlers. You have three options for our match tonight. ONE is you can perform to the best of your ability so that when my team of Unholy Alliance defeats you it proves we are the superior Tag Team. TWO is you can wimp out and perform like shit since you have nothing to lose and basically you can roll over and play dead like a trained dog and then claim you gave us the match. If you did that, however, it would only prove you two to be the cowards we know you to be and it would still prove we are the superior Tag Team. THIRD is that you could do something like not even show up for this match as you already know we are going to pound you out of existence but even that results in proving Unholy Alliance to be the superior Tag Team. Oh, gee, that's three strikes against you. In baseball that means YOU'RE OUT! Har har har!

The scene shifts back to the dressing room of Pinky del Ferrando. He has already taken his shower and he has changed into casual clothing to relax for a while until the Tag Team match is ready for him and James to make their entrance with Dmitri. Pinky turns away from the bathroom mirror and he walks into the room and he sees something on his bed that wasn't there when he went into the bathroom to shower.

This time Pinky del Ferrando sees a Mafia Teddy Bear standing on his bed. This one is dressed in a black suit with a matching black hat. In his right hand the Mafia Teddy Bear is holding a red rose and in his left hand he is holding a black violin case. Pinky is in shock.

Mafia Teddy Bear: What the hell you looking at Pinky? What do you see? I have a single red rose for you my friend. Why don't you take this rose and show it to your Nephew, James Tuscini, so you can prove I'm real? What's that Pinky? Do I have a violin in my violin case? Are you serious? I have a machine gun in this violin case and if you ever abuse another Teddy Bear I swear I will fill you so full of holes when the wind blows your body will whistle.

Pinky jumps on the bed and he struggles with the Mafia Teddy Bear. He is yelling and scuffling and James can hear him from the other bedroom so he comes running to see what's going on. Pinky grabs a pillow and he covers the Mafia Teddy Bear and holds him down trying to suffocate him. When James runs into the room he is shocked at what he's seeing.

James: Uncle! What in the hell are you doing?

Pinky: I'm trying to suffocate another Mafia Teddy Bear. This one is wearing a black suit and a matching black hat and he is carrying a black violin case. He said he has a machine gun in the violin case and he wants to shoot me full of holes. Come here and when I lift the pillow you grab him.

James reluctantly walks over to the bed and positions himself to grab whatever might be under the pillow. When Pinky del Ferrando lifts the pillow James sees a black object so he grabs it. When he looks at what is in his hands he sees it is nothing more than one of his Uncle Pinky's black gym shorts.

James: Gym shorts? You called me over here as you were being attacked and threatened by a pair of black gym shorts? That's it! As soon as Climax Control 168 is over and we get back to San Francisco you are going to visit Doctor Kim and get treated for these hallucinations. Damn Uncle I'm trying to air a segment here!

Tuscini storms out of Pinky's bedroom. James plops himself down on the couch in the living room area to finish up his comments for his match tonight.

James: Okay back to Kris and Jason Halc. Let's make a deal shall we? If you can defeat us, and everyone and their dog knows you cannot do that, Unholy Alliance will back off and not ask to challenge for the Tag Team Championship until you lose the Title Belts to another Tag Team. However the other half of the deal is this. When Unholy Alliance defeats you tonight we demand an immediate shot at the Tag Team Title Belts. By immediate we mean within two weeks of today. Do you think you two are willing to make that commitment or are you chicken knowing we are the superior Tag Team? Yeah, uh huh, your silence is extremely revealing. Just a short time and our match will show the world why Unholy Alliance should be holding the Tag Team Championship and not you two.

Tuscini tells the cameraman he's done with his comments for his match and the cameraman cuts his feed and Sin City Wrestling moves on to something else.

Simone: The first Climax Control of 2017 has been great so far and coming up next we will see a contest between two of the Bombshell Division's brightest stars, Samantha Marlowe and Song of the Elders.

Adams: We can't speak enough about the championship pedigree in this match! Sam Marlowe is a two-time World Bombshell Champion and although she's struggled to win a title since her second reign ended she has consistently put on a great performance, as for Song, well the fact that she and Alana Allure are the reigning World Bombshell Tag Team Champions speaks for itself!

Simone: Both women have something to prove in this match, especially since the Members of the Elders have a title defense against The Justice League coming up, let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

"Do you really want to do this now" is heard before Def Leppard's Let's Go begins to play the image of fire begins to play against the curtain to backstage. Stepping through the curtain of fire, a woman walks out with a smile as she poses at the entrance.

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

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

Simone: Sam looks ready to kick off the New Year with a win!

Adams: Same can be said of most of the wrestlers in SCW really!

Justin: And her opponent!

IAIN SAYN NUN by OGYOLA X starts to play.

Simone: Speaking of Alana looks like she's joining Song for this match!

Adams: And Sam's not happy about that to say the least!

Justin: Coming to the ring, being accompanied by Alana Allure.

We see Alana Allure come from behind the curtains to a crowd pop.

Justin: From Foshan, China. 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, Alana leaves the ring and almost immediately Holly Wood goes over to her.