The parking lot of the Coussoulis Arena was starting to fill up when a dark limousine pulls into the fire lane. The driver gets out and walks around towards the back. He places his hand on the door handle and opens it up. Shawna Jennings, the personal assistant, steps out wearing a pair of navy blue slacks and a velvet blouse with her dirty blonde hair tied up in a sharp ponytail. Right as she steps to the side, Travis steps out of the vehicle wearing designer jeans, a brand new T-Shirt from the SCW merchandise store, his patent black leather jacket and dark sunglasses. A group of reporters were beginning to form just outside as SCW security was standing in a line.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Keep those maggots back.
Travis orders the security as he points at the reporters. Ronaldo, the head of security, nodded his head while not saying a word. Travis really wasn't in a speaking mood as he takes a few steps toward the employee entrance.
Shawna Jennings: Why don't you just speak to the press Travis?
Travis looks over his shoulder at his assistant.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Not now. These idiots don't deserve to hear what I have to say right now.
Shawna nodded her head as they enter the building.
The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Coussoulis Arena in San Bernardino, California. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
"Kris Halc For President!"
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 seats around the arena. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
"I'd Get Hardcore For Alexis Edwards!"
"Get Rid Of Aphrodite!"
"Play With Me Polly!"
"Get Bad With Me Giani Di Luca!"
"Still Universal Champion -- Angel!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Coussoulis Arena in San Bernadino, 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 crowd cheers as Amanda struts out in a black lace halter top, mini skirt bottom and high heels with heavy makeup and a bee hive wig ala Marge Simpson. Amanda has her microphone up and the song begins.
Amanda: I didn't realize how dead this club would be
I live for truth and beauty but there's room for change
You claim you stole my heart
I swear that I have
Is beauty just skin deep?
And now I finally
F-U-fugly-G-L-fugly-Y
I don't make frequent trips out here to BFE
But you found my weakness:
Drinks for free
I hope nobody sees you leave this place with me
It's shameless but it's true
You're homely but I'll sleep with you
I'm faithful to myself but I could use some strange
And strange is precisely
The term for you
You'll be a two at ten but you're a ten at two
Congratulations, dude
You're homely but I'll sleep with you
There's a crime but it isn't theft
I guess tonight you're Mr. Right
'Cause everyone else has Left
Never been a sellout for an easy score
Unless you count last weekend or the week before
I don't want beer goggles
Those still see
Instead I need a full tequilabotomy
And you should get one too
You're homely but I'll sleep with you
Well, your skin destroys that myth
How much Patron makes me think you're hot?
I'll have to plead the fifth
Understand why hookups all occur at night
It's easier to find a place devoid of light
Don't take it personal
When I ask
Would you please put on this Freddy Krueger mask?
It helps improve my view
You're homely but I'll sleep with you
F-U-fugly-G-fugly oh my
F-U-fugly-G-L-fugly-Y
F-U-fugly-G-fugly oh my
The song comes to an end and Amanda 'curtsies' and blows kisses to the cheering crowd before she heads backstage and vanishes behind the curtains.
Simone: Hello everyone, and welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control! I am Belinda Simone.
Adams: Can we hurry up and get this show started? I have a Superbowl party to go to! Oh and I'm Jason Adams!
Simone: Jason, you do understand a Superbowl Party has absolutely nothing to do with legalized marijuana, right?
Adams: Of course! I'm not dumb! ... It's about a really big bowl of guacamole, right?
Simone: *sighs* We return for the first time in a year to San Bernardino's Coussoulis Arena in a year, and we've made it worth the wait. Inception II has come and gone and tonight, we just begin to experience the aftermath.
Adams: And speaking of legalized marijuana, Amy-Jayne is back!
Simone: That's Mary Jane you twit!
Adams: Mary Jane is kicking things off?
Simone: No! I ... ugh! Never mind! Amy-Jayne returns to Sin City Wrestling this week, kicking things off against Aphrodite!
Adams: Aphrodite is still a thing? What has she done lately?
Simone: Not a lot since her debut and I wouldn't be surprised if we never see her again once Amy-Jayne gets hold of her.
Adams: Then we have a big Triple Threat match between Leon Black debuts in SCW, and he has to face Joshua Acquin, and Travis Nathaniel Andrews!
Simone: And to the winner of this match could go the spoils as whoever manages to come out on top, could easily be in line for a possible championship match.
Adams: I admit I hope it's Travis. I feel bad for him after losing again at Inception II.
Simone: You do?
Adams: Yeah. Here Acquin won, and I think I saw Travis outside the arena after the show, begging for spare change.
Simone: Somehow I doubt that. Another debut takes place next as two returning faces make their debut as an official tag team when Mickey Carroll and Giani Di Luca team up together as the Bad Boys to face former World Tag Team Champions, Ivan Darrell and Andrew Garcia, Dying Breed.
Adams: And Dying Breed will have Dax Beckett in their corner!
Simone: Dax has been a big supporter of Andrew and Ivan, and not so much so for the Bad Boys. That could make things very interesting.
Adams: Twitter is the breeding ground (heh, I said 'breeding') for SCW booking, and they gave us a big match tonight between 'the Siren' Kate Steele and Alexis Edwards!
Simone: Those two have been tearing into each other in a twitter war for weeks, and now they'll do so woman on woman because this match is being contested under Hardcore rules! Anything goes!
Adams: And both of these birds have already proven time and again just how hardcore they can be with others. Now's their chance with each other!
Simone: Our next match is going to be one of our most unusual and drama fueled encounters we've ever seen as the Tag Team Champions face ... each other! You heard right, as the brotherly duo of Jason and Kris Halc seek to settle some family issues by facing each other inside of the ring!
Adams: I don't think we've ever had the Tag Champions of either division fight in a match! What's this going to mean for the championship?
Simone: It's uncertain but you can bet every Superstar tag team will be watching this match like vultures.
Adams: Then we're going to have a big 'Clash of the Champions' match between the new World Champion, melody Grace, and the retaining Internet Champion, Polly Playtime!
Simone: Melody realized her dream when she came out ahead of the Fatal Fourway Main Event to become the brand new World Bombshell Champion, and Polly silenced all doubts and critics to her reign by besting former Internet Champion, Kate Steele, in order to retain her title. Now it's champion versus champion with no titles up for grabs.
Adams: Just a whole lotta bragging rights!
Simone: And speaking of titles, championship gold is on the line in this week's Main Event! Despayre suffered a harsh beating at the hands of Chris Shipman but never the less, walked out of Inception II with the Internet title still securely around his waist. That reign may come to a screeching halt this week as he takes on former World Tag Team and Roulette Champion, 'the Big Tiger' Jeremiah Hardin!
Adams: Jeremiah didn't win the King of the Hill Ladder Match, but the bosses did sit up and take notice of the guy because they think he might be the man to dethrone Despy's four plus month long reign as Internet Champion!
Simone: And whether or not Despayre has fully recovered from his match against Shipman, Jeremiah Hardin has all the tools necessary to walk out of San Bernardino as the new Internet Champion.
Adams: And it all starts noOOWWWWWWW! Ouch! Jabbed me arse on a spring!
Simone: *sighs* Let's just get this show started.
In the ring, something huge is covered by a big white sheet covers an unknown object in the ring.
Adams: I have no clue what that it, it was just delivered when we was doing the intro and I couldn't look at it and talk at the same time, so I kept talking. I'm hoping it's giant candy for a certain commentator that spells his name J-A-S-O-N.
Simone: Wow, you learned to spell your name at last.
Adams: Got it down perfect last week.
Before the two commentators continue
The lights in the arena drop out to pitch black, before gold and blue lights flash around the top of the entrance ramp as a heavy guitar rift. P.O.D's "Lights Out" plays and as the lyrics "It goes one for the money homie, two for the show. We tore the roof off this mother now it's time to blow." is sung, J2H confidently walks out on to the stage.
Adams: Boy, he don't look right.
Indeed Jason is correct as a swollen left eye, half shut, a huge bruised cheekbone, and huge bandage rests upon the top of his head. The SCW World Heavyweight championship sits around his waist. J2H looks around the crowd before he walks towards the ring with, a wince of pain on his face. The lights brighten slightly as he gets closer to the ring, stepping slowly up the steps and through the middle of the ropes and in to the ring. He moves towards the center of the ring, putting his arms to either side as gold pyros spit up from the turnbuckles. J2H look to the sky before looking down and round the fans, His jaw locked tight as pain runs through him. He turns to Justin who hands him a microphone. J2H looks at the covered object in the ring with a smile, before turning around and lifting the microphone to his lips.
J2H: Now I know you expect me to come out here and brag about putting away another contender, or to remind you all that in just over a weeks time, I would have held this championship for one year straight. Maybe you think I'm here to talk about Drake Green and his cowardice attack.
The crowd cheer hearing Drake's name as a small Show Time chant goes up.
J2H: No, I'm not. I will have a lot of time to talk about that a little bit later. Something else happened on the show, something I had to miss because of circumstances. In fact it was the best thing to happen to SCW in a long, long time. Finally, the women's division got a champion worth seeing every week.
The crowd burst in to cheers as J2H smiles, quickly wincing from the swollen face he still has.
J2H: Everyone looks at me, I am SCW royalty, but finally, you can put to rest all the bullshit of those people back there calling themselves royal nicknames, because the king stands before you and every king needs a Queen.
J2H points towards two stage hands outside of the ring who quickly pull the white sheet off from the object to reveal a gold throne, big enough for two people. Along once side, carved in to the gold is the SCW World Heavyweight championship and on the other side, the SCW Bombshell championship carved in. J2H admires the throne before turning back to the crowd.
J2H: Every king needs a queen and mine just got her crown at Inception II, defeating Crystal Millar, defeating Mikah and defeating Jessie Salco. Tonight, she will prove her worth by defeating the second best current bombshell champion here. Anyone else in the back there who calls themselves a queen, can turn away right now, because it's time to introduce you to real SCW royalty. Ladies and gentlemen, the SCW Bombshell champion, the best bombshell wrestler to ever step in an SCW ring, get on your feet because ladies and Gentlemen, Melody Grace!
As James holds his hand out towards the entrance way, the fans cheer as a techno bass drum solo comes to life on the personal address system, before an array of bright coloured lights start flickering sporadically. "I'm laid back, I'm feeling this" sounds, alerting the crowd to the beginning of Let's Get Ridiculous by Red Foo. As the arena comes to life with a night club vibe the lighting at the top of the ramp picks up. The lighting picks up the movement of the black curtains being pushed to the side and out walks the NEW Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion Melody Grace.
Adams: MELLY!!!!
Simone: And her she comes, the new Bombshell Champion, ladies and gentlemen.
Melody stands at the top of the ramp with a massive smile on her face, she waves out to her fans with an excited look in her eyes. The Melephants are lowly cheering the young blonde on as she looks down at the World Bombshell Championship that sits proudly over her right shoulder. Melody runs her fingers over the nameplate the reads Melody Carpenter before she makes her way towards to ring skipping.
Simone: Well It's the resident odd couple, who have turned into Sin City Wrestling's IT couple...
Adams: I believe you mean, Golden Couple Bellylinda, get with the program.
Melody high fives her fans on the way to the ring before she reaches the bottom of the ramp, the champion takes a moment in time to soak up all the cheers before she walks over towards the steel steps. She rushes up them not wasting any time before she enters the ring via the middle rope. Melody makes her way around the ring waving out to all her fans, while blowing them kisses before she stops dead in her tracks to look at the giant thrones that are in the middle of the ring. She looks at them with a smile on her face before she turns back to look at James blushing. While doing so her theme music dies down off the personal address system.
Adams: She's so adorable when she is happy.
Simone: Why wouldn't she be happy? She's the newest Bombshell Champion?
Adams: Sometimes people say mean things about Melly and that makes her sad.
Simone: Well I think J2H's plan is to rub all the critics in the face with this power display, that should silence them?
Melody makes her way over towards J2H and she can't help but leap over towards him hugging him in the middle of the ring, getting a mixed reaction from the fans although it's mainly cheers. As the two part J2H hands Melody the microphone and she wraps her arms around him once more. She moves her head back, the two talk to each other, the only word that can lip read is "proud". J2H steps away and takes a seat on the throne as Melody speaks.
Melody: WE DID IT!!
Melody brings the microphone down to clap as the fans let out a massive cheer, she lets this moment soak in a little before she continues.
Melody: I mean it took us a while am I, right? But like they say good things come to those who wait... and boy did we wait... but to me that just makes this moment all the sweeter.
Melody turns back to look at J2H who is watching her like a hawk from his throne.
Melody: Now if I'm completely honest, I don't see myself as the Queen of Sin City Wrestling.
J2H looks at Melody confused.
Melody: However, I am his Queen so I do deserve that seat beside him.
J2H mouths towards Melody "You are the Queen" to which Melody just smiles and makes her way over towards him, taking a seat at his side. She adjusts her Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship on her shoulder holding it proudly. She looks up from her championship to the crowd as she continues.
Melody: You'll never hear me call myself the Queen of the bombshells, however... you will hear me say that as of right now I'm the defender of the throne. So, mark my words my Melephants I'm going to defend what is ours and what is ours right now is the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship.
The SCW fans let out a massive cheer as Melody can't contain herself from blushing.
Melody: You know they say, that only a true Queen knows how to build an empire from the exact same stones that were thrown at her and well let me tell you, our empire might just be the greatest of all. Since I returned to Sin City Wrestling, we have had to deal with obstacle after obstacle... we have had to crawl while others had the chance to run. You have stuck by me as we were laughed at, we were mocked and we were hung out to dry... they all tried to break us but now look at us. Now look at what we have. We have the World Bombshell Championship and there isn't a damn thing that all the critics can say or do to take this away from us.
Melody moves forward in her throne, turning to look at J2H with a warm smile on her face.
Melody: If it wasn't for you guys and Jam... oops I mean my King, J2H... I would have given up a long time ago and this moment right now wouldn't be a reality... but I'm glad to say it's real... it's damn real.
She turns back away from James after she gives his knee a little squeeze in support.
Melody: So where do we go to next huh? Well that's an easy answer... I say we line them all up, current, future, from the past and we prove to the world that together we can overcome them all. So, let them come, let Alana Allure right through to Zuri Chastian rise and challenge us because much like Polly Playtime later tonight they will all soon learn that were not going to give up this championship without a fight and their going to learn that we aren't going nowhere. So, I know there are girls out the back just salivating at the chance to step up and face me, so let them... let every match be a championship match, because let's face it if I was to lose I shouldn't call myself the World Bombshell Champion.
Melody looks towards the camera with a strong focused glare before she continues.
Melody: I know Alexis is just dying to get a chance to face me, so let her face me I mean that's if she can beat Evie Baang who I'm hearing whispers is somewhere close to being at the top of the line... Belinda Warwick, she's a mean fighting machine let her have a chance. Oh, and how could I forget my best hair friend Kate Steele, who seems to be back handed complimenting me as of late, you know what Kate if you want to be welcomed into the World Bombshell Championship title race, lace up your shoes and prepare to run. I know you might think since you hold a victory over me that you have what it takes to become the World Bombshell Champion but let's look at the people who have beaten me before... Veronica Taylor, beat me once and now she struggles to finish her promotionals against me, why? Because I made damn sure the next time we faced each other I beat her and that she knew damn well she picked the wrong man out of Power Play to freak with.
J2H holds back his laughter but he has a grin from ear to ear.
Melody: Then there was Mikah, yes, she got one victory over me but if we are counting two is greater than one and well... I pinned her two weeks ago, to become the World Bombshell Champion. Then there was Crystal Millar, she beat me and broke my spirit about coming the champion but look who holds the gold now and where is Crystal at? Only the lord knows. You see what I'm saying Kate is that just because you hold one victory over me doesn't mean that you will ever get another one. I guarantee it. Because, when I fail at something I always make sure I don't repeat the same mistake twice... so if you want a run your mouth towards me and cover it up by calling us best hair friends... that's fine by me but just know that I'm ready and I'm waiting and when the dust settles and the hairspray hardens you're not going to be the one to take the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship away from me... away from us.
Melody holds out her left-hand motioning towards the SCW fans who explode into cheers.
Melody: I guess what I'm trying to say is that everyone can come, and I'm mean everyone including Delia because at the end of the day I never want this feeling to go away and I think it's about time that the nice girls in this world get a chance to shine. So, My Melephants, followers of J2Hism... it's time for you guys to shine and it's time for J2H and I to lead our divisions united... as the Golden Couple with you guys at our backs, supporting us.
Melody turns to look at James and she smiles before he motions for the microphone, which Melody is all too happy to hand over to him. All the while the SCW crowd are cheering their Golden Couple.
J2H: And that's real talk bitch.
He casually drops the microphone and smile towards Melody as Let's Get Ridiculous starts to blast over the speakers. J2H moves towards the rope and leans down on them, holding them open for her to step through and drop to the floor. J2H follows her and the two champions walk up the ramp.
Adams: The two champions have spoken.
Simone: At least fans will listen to 50% of them.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Steve Ramone walking backstage with a woman on each arm, one of the two women was easily identified as Kaylee, Steve's fiance and porn star, but the other woman is a newcomer though the implications couldn't be any clearer just based off the fact that the two women are feeling up Steve.
Simone: Steve seems to be in high spirits even though he lost his last chance at winning the Roulette Title at Inception II.
Adams: This is Steve we're talking about, you know he'll find some way to get back in the Roulette Title picture, besides have you seen the company he's keeping?
Once they reach Steve's locker room and open it each woman takes an arm and goes to drag him in for what we can only assume is some sort of sex act, before they can head in however Ms. Rocky Mountains approaches Steve.
Rocky: Steve, what are your plans now that you've lost your last chance at the Roulette Title?
Steve: Get back in the title picture.
Rocky: But the stipulation said that it would be your last chance at the title for as long as Ryan was champ.
Steve: Never said that I couldn't interfere in his matches, did it?
Rocky: And what's to stop the bosses from banning you from ringside?
Steve: The Roulette Wheel landing on something like Falls Count Anywhere as we saw in the Bombshell Roulette Title Match at Inception II.
The two women, having grown impatient, break up the conversation by kissing each other passionately on the lips, tongue and all, Kaylee breaks off the kiss but keeps the other woman in a tight embrace as she turns to Steve.
Kaylee: Want to see more of that? Then end this interview and join me and Taylor in the locker room!
Taylor: Yeah! Unless you want us to make out here and now!
Adams: YES PLEASE!
Simone: KEEP IT CLEAN JASON!
Steve: The ladies have spoken!
Steve says before following the women into the locker room and locking the door behind them.
The lights in the arena begin to dim, before a strobe light flashes, quickly changing through multiple, bright and dazzling colors. The stadium suddenly appears as if it's transformed into a night club, as a steady trance beats flows through the speakers. "Don't Cha" plays over the PA System as words appear on the screen in brilliant, shimmering gold -- "It's not personal... it's just business." These fade out, replaced by another phrase in sparkling silver -- "I ALWAYS get what I want!!"
Justin: Our opening contest is scheduled for one fall!
The fans are already showing their hate as the lyrics slowly come through.
Justin: Introducing first... from Athens Greece...
Golden sparks begin to rain down over the stage... before the stage begins to shift. The center of the stage separates, and a platform rises from below... Aphrodite rests on her side, upon an elegant bed. She wears a fancy, fashionable robe, made of golden lace, with a golden cowl. Faith stands behind her, waving a giant, royal fan in her direction. Aphrodite is surrounded by small, marble pillars. From the pillars hang a banner, made from the finest parchment, proclaiming 'Your Goddess Has Arrived'. The beat intensifies, as the voice rings out once again.
Justin: Aphrodite!
Aphrodite rises from the bed, lifting her hands out to the fans, to an overwhelmingly negative reaction here. The platform descends, and the pair make their way down the ramp, as the golden sparks continue to shower down upon the stage. Faith waves toward the SCW faithful, who respond with nothing but 100%, pure hatred. Aphrodite throws her shoulders back, before acting as if she's going to kiss a young fan. But the self-proclaimed 'Greek Goddess' pulls away at the last second, leaving the fan to curse at her and later write it down in his feelings journal. She then walks toward the ring steps, taking her time to raise her hand to the fans, cuz the face ain't listening. She orders The ring announcer to hold the middle rope down, which she does, and Aphrodite steps through... Aphrodite stands tall in the center of the ring, blowing a kiss out to the fans, before smiling egotistically to her.
"Doll Parts" by Hole plays over the PA system as Amy-Jayne steps out from behind the curtain, she bends forwards and then flicks herself back upright causing her hair to flip.
Justin: Her opponent, hailing from Bucharest, Romania!
She then proceeds down the ramp and starts to pose and flips her hair in her hands. As she reaches the ring she does a lap of the ring interacting with the crowd.She then steps up onto the ring apron and then proceeds to do the splits on the ring apron before sliding under the bottom rope and standing back up inside the ring.
Justin: She is Romanian Greatness... please welcome back... AMY-JAYNE!
Amy then does some ballet twirls and flips her hair before proceeding to the turnbuckle stepping to the middle rope and bending forward to mimic the early part of her entrance on the turnbuckle, she then jumps down from the turnbuckle turns around and starts stretching and jogging on the spot.
Simone: Tonight, we get the return of Romanian Greatness. Amy-Jayne is back, and she is looking to make a statement here against Aphrodite.
Adams: That's right! Aphrodite hasn't had the best of luck in her first couple of appearances with Sin City Wrestling, but she's looking to turn her fortunes around against Amy-Jayne. Aphrodite is desperate for a win here tonight to show the office that she deserves the opportunity that she was given.
Jacob Summers calls for the bell, and we're underway in our opening contest. Aphrodite wastes no time, and wallops Amy-Jayne with an open hand strike across the face to kick off the match.
Simone: Aphrodite welcomes back Amy-Jayne by slapping the taste out of her mouth!
Adams: Aphrodite is trying to get into the head of Amy-Jayne early on here tonight!
Amy-Jayne rubs her cheek for a few seconds. She turns to Aphrodite, and smirks in a nod to the brash opening strike that definitely got her attention. Amy-Jayne suddenly grabs two handfuls of Aphrodite's hair, and slams her on the back of her head. Aphrodite is stunned as her head bounced hard off the mat. Amy-Jayne quickly mounts her, and starts unloading on her with lefts and rights. Aphrodite blocks most, but a few sneak through stunning her even more.
Simone: Message received! Amy-Jayne definitely appreciated the welcome back from Aphrodite.
Adams: Yes, she did! She now knows she's got a scrap on her hands! Amy-Jayne doesn't mind mixing it up by the looks of it either! Get her Amy-Jayne!
Aphrodite continues to block the shots from Amy-Jayne. In doing so, Aphrodite makes a slight mistake when she outstretches her arm for a moment trying to grab hold of Amy-Jayne. The Romanian seizes the opportunity, scissoring the arm of Aphrodite with her legs. She spins, and leans back quickly.
Simone: Amy-Jayne's got the armbar! She's got it in deep!
Adams: The arm is not meant to bend that way folks! Aphrodite could be in serious trouble right now!
Summers keeps a close eye on the submission attempt. Aphrodite is fighting it, trying to spin to a safe position. Amy-Jayne flows with her gracefully, keeping the armbar locked in tight. Summers asks if Aphrodite wants to give it up, but she immediately says she's fine, and not giving up yet.
Simone: Aphrodite is trying desperately to get out of the armbar, but Amy-Jayne knows every move she is trying to make before she makes it. This is some seriously skilled groundwork from Amy-Jayne.
Adams: This is how you defeat your opponent mentally and physically. Amy-Jayne is one step ahead of every move that Aphrodite makes. If she keeps wrenching on the arm of Aphrodite like this, Aphrodite could have some serious damage to her arm by the end of this match!
Aphrodite finally rolls close enough to the ropes to get a toe on the bottom rope, forcing the break of the armbar. As soon as Amy-Jayne lets go of the submission hold, Aphrodite rolls under the bottom rope to the floor to try and get her bearings. Aphrodite is clearly rattled after being stuck in Amy-Jayne's armbar for several minutes. She shakes her arm out over and over, trying to get rid of the pain and get some feeling back in it. As Jacob Summers continues his count, he gets up to the count of six before Aphrodite finally gets up on the apron. As Aphrodite steps through the ropes, she turns directly into a stellar superkick from the Romanian, Amy-Jayne! Aphrodite crumbles to the mat!
Simone: What a kick from Amy-Jayne! Aphrodite is down!
Adams: Amy-Jayne's going for the pin!
Amy-Jayne covers Aphrodite quickly, but only gets a two count as Aphrodite slides her foot under the bottom rope breaking the pinfall. As Amy-Jayne goes to get to her feet, Aphrodite thumbs her in the eye behind Summers back. Amy-Jayne clutches at her eye.
Simone: Come on! Aphrodite is resorting to this!
Adams: She knows she's being outclassed here tonight by Amy-Jayne. She's going to do whatever's necessary to try and end this losing streak. If it means causing permanent long term damage... so be it!
Aphrodite grabs a handful of tights, and rolls up Amy-Jayne with a school girl.
Simone: Not like this!
Adams: Aphrodite's got a handful of tights, and Jacob Summers doesn't see it!
Aphrodite only gets a one, as Amy-Jayne kicks out with authority! Aphrodite crashes into the corner turnbuckles. Amy-Jayne wipes the tears from her left eye quickly, and spins to a knee. Aphrodite rushes in, and is met with a hard elbow to the abdomen doubling her over! Amy-Jayne cracks her with an elbow to the side of the head, stunning her again. Amy-Jayne gets back to her feet, hooking Aphrodite's right arm. She grabs Aphrodite's left arm, and locks her own fingers tightly.
Simone:Amy-Jayne's got the double-underhook! This one's over!
Adams:CHECK MATE!
Amy-Jayne lifts Aphrodite, and sends her crashing to the mat with her signature guillotine drop! Jacob drops to the mat, and counts the pinfall.
Justin: Your winner... AMY-JAYNE!
Simone:Impressive return for Amy-Jayne to Sin City Wrestling.
Adams:She really did make it look easy against Aphrodite tonight. Aphrodite's losing streak keeps rolling along.
The scene comes back in with Despayre walking backstage with Angel in tow. He keeps looking over his shoulder and ducking behind different things as if he's trying to hide from someone. He sees Rocky Mountains coming around a corner, and ducks behind a utility chest, as she walks past, talking on her cell phone. He puts his hand on his chest, breathing deeply.
Despayre: Whew! That was close!! I know Miss Mountains keeps saying that she won't try to kiss me again, but these girls are going crazy these days.
He looks both ways as he comes out from behind the utility chest, before he starts walking on. He shakes his head, then looks at Angel with a concerned look.
Despayre: I know that cupcakes are really yummy and all, but I just don't know why you think we need to go to the refreshments table right now though.
He looks at Angel for a minute, then sighs heavily.
Despayre: Ok, ok. I get it. We're trying to do something nice for a special friend of yours. I just wish you'd tell me who it is. But we're almost there. Let's go get those cupcakes.
He makes a left and slinks around the corner, but doesn't make it three steps before someone unexpected comes around the distant corner. He has his head down and is listening to Angel, so he doesn't' see her until he hears her gasp and scream.
Raynin: Yay!!! My boo!!!!
He looks up and sees Raynin coming barrelling down the corridor towards him with her arms outstretched, making kissie faces at him.
Raynin: Come on baby!! Gimme a squidge!!
Despayre yelps and turns and takes off, clutching Angel close to his chest.
Despayre: Why won't these girls just leave me alone??!!
He runs towards the seamstress area and jumps through a rack of clothes, hiding behind them. He whispers to Angel.
Despayre: Shhh! You don't want Raynin to find us do you? If she does, I just KNOW she's going to try to kiss me, just like the others did!
Despayre tries to quiet his breathing, and when nothing happens for a bit, he lets go of a deep breath, putting a hand on his chest.
Despayre: Ok, I think we lost her.
Suddenly, the clothes are whipped aside and Raynin stands there, grinning.
Raynin: Peek a boo!! I found you!!
Despayre shrieks and throws a shirt over Raynin's head to blind her, so he can take off running again.
Despayre: No lips!! No lips!!
The scene fades out.
The sounds of the crown surround the backstage area, followed by a few breathing sounds and grunts. Hanging upside down from a narrow beam way the SCW roulette champion, Ryan Keys. Lightly glowing from sweat he breathed heavily while doing some hanging sit ups. Even if Ryan did not have a match this week he was wearing his skin tight black ring gear with his title draped over the beam. He was getting himself ready for anything now that new challengers would be coming after him. With his eyes closed his count continues until he feels something slip.
Ryan: 68.....69..., Oops!
The title slid off and landed on a crate with a very loud bang. His face twisted at the heavy sound as he was hoping it wasn't damaged.Seeing that it was okay he did a sigh of relief and tries to reach for it, but couldn't. Noticing someone walk by he called out to then, though with his focus on the title he couldn't see who it was.
Ryan: H-Hey! A little help!
As the camera is pointed down at the floor, three sets of feet enters the shot. One set is wearing wrestling boots, the second pair are wearing three inch heels and the final set are in sandals. They stop short of the downed championship belt as a hand enters the picture. The hand picks up the belt as the camera pans up with the slow movement. After the camera gains its focus , a loud gasp escapees from those in the arena as Travis Nathaniel Andrews is looking disgusted.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Such a shame. This wonderful championship being tossed around like some hot potato.
Travis wipes a few dirt particles off the golden plate as Shawna lifts her head up from her clipboard.
Shawna Jennings: Mr. Andrews, you should be focusing on this triple threat match coming up soon.
Travis scoffs as he looks over his shoulder to find the man responsible for this coveted piece of art being left on the floor.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: I'm not sweating Joshua Acquin nor that new comer Leon Black. Both men are just the first two steps back towards a championship belt. Seeing how this belt is being treated maybe I'll just jump back into this division and save it from itself.
Travis continues to hold onto the roulette belt as he stubbornly looks at himself through the center plate. He does look around trying to find the irresponsible champion.
Ryan looks at the back of the guy holding his title with a raised brow and confused look. He heard a woman's voice say Andrews, and in the back of his head he tried to think of an Andrews in the business. Flailing his arms in the background to try to get their attention he stays hanging on the beam.
Ryan: Hey! You! Mind tossing that back here!?
Further inspecting the ring gear and the name it finally clicks to him. He knows who this is, or sort of has an idea of who he is.
Ryan: TNA? That you? You look different from upside down.
Travis slowly turns to see Ryan Keys dangling off some scaffolding as another look of disgust appears across his face.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Ugh! Another unwashed troglodyte holding a prestigious championship. I have the right mind to take this belt with me since I will know how to take care of one.
Sandra, Travis' little sister, enters the picture while cocking her head to the side.
Sandra Andrews: Since when did they let monkeys wrestle?
Travis snickered at the question as he looked directly at Ryan.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Don't call this troll a monkey. A monkey is smarter than this fiend is anyway. Shouldn't you be doing something like keeping this belt safe Ryan.
With a sigh coming from him Ryan he unhooks his feet from the beam and lands safely with a small grunt. Waiting for the blood to rush down him he grabs his discarded shirt and wiped off the sweat on his face and tattooed arms.
Ryan: I'm not a fiend, or a troll. And I did shower before getting here.
His cold eyes look around at the faces and he was right. Though he didn't know if he was happy about it. Raising a brow he stuck out his hand for Travis to hand back the title.
Ryan: And the belt was safe. It was just the luck of the roulette that made it fall. It happens. Now, do you mind?
Travis looks at his outstretched hand then back down at the championship belt in his own hands.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Do I mind? Do I mind?
He glances back at Shawna before slamming the center plate directly into the face of Ryan. Travis looks down at the fallen Ryan and gets down to one knee. He grabs Ryan by the hair and holds the belt close to his face. Ryan breathes hard and as a scowl look on his face while staring back.
Travis Nathaniel Andrews: You don't deserve this belt and I aim to prove it.
Travis leaves the belt down by Ryan's head before standing back up. A slight smirk befalls his face as he walks away from the scene. Shawna is still writing on her clipboard as she follows after. Ryan just looks on in angry disbelief as the scene fades.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing first...
The arena lights drop down as one single golden spotlight shines down onto the stage. Boos are beginning to grow as a video package begins to play on the screen. The boos get a little louder as "Blurry" strikes up over the speakers. Several gold lights begin to flicker throughout the arena as Travis Nathaniel Andrews steps through the curtain wearing his signature golden trench coat with his trademark sunglasses over his eyes. Not to far behind him is his personal assistant Shawna Jennings who is carrying her trusty clipboard. Both individuals stop at the top of the ramp while basking in the loud chorus of boos. Travis as his arms stretched out towards the ceiling while showing off a smile.
Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring being accompanied by his personal assistant Shawna Jennings, from Las Vegas, Nevada, he weighed in at two hundred and forty one pounds. He stands six feet two inches tall, he is the Must See Superstar and the true Mr. SCW, please welcome TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS.Travis continues to smirk while walking shoulder to shoulder with his assistant down the ramp. Every other step she looks up from her clipboard and scowls toward the audience. Travis, however, is basking in the negative responses. He hops up onto the ring apron as Shawna uses the ring steps. He enters the ring followed by her. He walks toward the far turnbuckle, stands on it while opening his arms up while mouthing "You're welcome" which garners more boos. He turns around, removes his trench coat and proceeds to lie across the turnbuckle while waiting.
Justin: His first opponent...from Chicago weighing in at two hundred five pounds, Leon BLACK!
Judith blasts throughout the arena with blue lights shading the arena like a depressing darkened night.. Leon would walk out onto the stage once the vocals had began for the song, he looked around at the venue to hear a mixed reaction, but it wasn't like he cared. Walking down to the ring, he didn't bother interacting with the crowd.. He just wanted to fight and prove he could be better than what he was. When he got to the bottom of the ramp, he took a left and then walked up the steps before walking alongside the apron and eventually stepping into the ring and stared his opponent down.
Justin: And his second opponent, from Las Vegas Nevada, weighing in at two hundred twenty seven pounds, SCW's Nightmare, Joshua Acquin!
Nightmare hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd. As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans. Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up his arms.
Simone: This match is going to be one hard hitting one. A triple threat with three tough men.
Adams: Come on Belinda, we know they are tough but to win this one, someone is going to need to be taken out and one wonders who will be tough enough to get that done.
Simone: Well, we are going to see because here we go.
The bell rings as Leon and TNA and Joshua look at each other. Suddenly, Andrews charges across the ring and takes Leon Black off his feet with a vicious clothesline. Acquin watches as TNA mounts Leon and begins to slam hard rights into his head as Black tries to cover his head. Acquin reaches for Travis and pulls him up and off Black and whips him into the ropes catching his rebound with a high knee strike that takes Andrews off his feet. Black gets to the ropes and pulls himself up as Andrews rolls out of the ring holding his face as Acquin turns into a European uppercut from Black that rocks him into the ropes. Black continues the assault with three bodyshots then another uppercut.
Simone: Leon Black taking charge now.
Adams: But I don't think that TNA is going to let him keep it.
Travis reaches under the bottom rope as Acquin sags against them and pulls Joshua off his feet. Droppng to the mat, Acquin is yanked hard onto the floor of the arena as Black looks on. Travis levels a kick into the midsection of Acquin before turning and climbing on the apron. Leon moves to catch him and pull him into the ring but Travis evades the grab and then clutching Black around the back of the neck, he pulls him throat first on the top rope as he jumps from the apron. Black grabs at his throat as he goes down on the canvas and curls into a fetal position to try to protect himself as Andrews launches himself under the rope and rolls Black up into a pin attempt but Leon kicks out at one as Joshua Acquin jumps into the ring under the bottom rope and breaks up the count.
Adams: Joshua breaking up the count and saving the match.
Simone: Looks like Travis didn't have Black beaten enough but Acquin also isn't out of it.
Acquin gets to his feet and pulls Travis up as well. Spinning around, Acquin drags Andrews towards the ropes then spins under his arm and locks in an abdominal stretch that forces Travis to stretch out in pain as Acquin tells the referee to check to see if Travis wants to submit. On the outside, Black recovers then gets on the apron. Travis is trying to escape the abdominal stretch as Acquin reaches back to hold the ropes. Leon quickly climbs the turnbuckles and launches himself into the back of Acquin's head with a dropkick that sends Joshua over the hip of Travis. Andrews falls to his knees as Black rolls to his feet and then turns towards Andrews. Before he can grab him, Andrews takes Black off his game with an eye poke.
Adams: Could this be TNA's dreaded Eye poke of DOOOOOOM?!?
Simone: Easy Jason, you might pull something if you aren't careful.
Andrews moves as Black staggers away wiping at his eyes. Travis smirks as he follows him and when Black turns to attack, uses a second eye poke. Screaming in pain, Leon wipes at his eyes and turns to receive a third eyepoke. Before Andrews can hit the swinging neckbreaker, he is caught by Acquin who uses a chop block on the back of Andrews' leg sending him to the canvas. Acquin rolls up Travis but only gets a two count as Leon grabs his legs and pulls him off Andrews. Black pulls Acquin to his feet and the two glare at each other before beginning to trade lefts and rights. Travis slides towards the corner as he watches the pair. Black begins to lag in his punches as Acquin gets the advantage but neither men notice how close to the corner they are. Travis climbs to the top rope and watches for his opening then launches off the top with a flying clothesline taking Black and Acquin off their feet.
Simone: Travis from the top rope. What next? The Flying Wallendas tagging in?
Andrews rolls through the move and to his feet to taunt the crowd. Acquin slowly rises to one knee as Black rolls to the ropes. Travis sends him to the outside with a basement dropkick. Popping back to his feet, Travis turns to see Acquin getting slowly to his feet. Moving towards him, Travis digs his fingers into the back of Acquin and rakes them downwards which makes Acquin arch in pain with a growl at the pain of the rake. Staggering away from Travis, Acquin can't escape as Travis charges after him and slams a forearm into the back of Joshua before he catches him at his side and takes him down with a side Russian legsweep before rolling over him and pinning Acquin down for a two count.
Adams: Leon Black better do something or he isn't going to be able to get back in the game.
Simone: Speak of the devil.
Black rolls back under the bottom rope and catches Travis with a punch to the back of the head as he is trying to get to his feet. Reaching down, Black mounts Acquin who is trying to recover and begins to rain down hard rights onto the head of Acquin. With one final punch, Black gets to his feet and then moves to catch Acquin with an ankle lock that makes Acquin scream in pain. From the side, Travis can see how close Acquin is getting and charges towards Black with a jumping high knee that causes Leon to stumble forward as he releases the ankle lock on Acquin. Andrews picks up Black as Acquin moves to the corner where he holds his ankle in pain and recovers. Travis flips Black over with a german suplex that has Leon grabbing for the back of his head. Travis gets to his feet and then picks Black up by the hair before whipping him hard into the corner.
Simone: TNA is getting very vicious here. Looks like he has picked up a killer instinct somewhere.
Black sags in one corner as Acquin slowly rises in the opposite corner. Travis looks at both then a smirk crosses his face as he charges towards the corner where Acquin is standing and sends Joshua back to the mat with a corner clothesline. Turning to Black, Travis runs across the ring and hits the acne trouble on Leon who sags further into the corner. Travis stands and then lets Black straighten slightly before grabbing the middle rope and driving his shoulder into the midsection of Leon who doubles up in pain. A second and third shoulder to the midsection sends Black to the canvas.
Adams: Watch out Travis, Acquin is still moving.
Simone: Jason, he can't hear you. Tell him again.
Acquin moves out of the corner slowly intent on surprising Travis. Spinning Andrews around, Acquin kicks him in the midsection and then uses a flowing ddt to drive Andrews' head into the canvas. Rolling Travis over, Acquin gets a two count before he is attacked by Leon Black who pulls Acquin off then locks in a kimura lock. Acquin fights his way to the ropes and drapes a foot across it. The referee taps Black on the shoulder telling him to release the hold. Black reluctantly lets go of the kimura lock and gets to his feet only to be sent to the mat by a vicious spear by Travis Andrews. Getting to his feet, Travis sees Acquin struggling to get to his feet and charges towards him taking him out of the ring with a vicious clothesline over the top rope to the floor. Acquin lays crumbled in a heap on the floor as Travis leans over the ropes with a cruel smirk. Turning back to Black who has gotten to his feet Travis stalks towards him and then out of nowhere hits the smash talk superkick that rocks the head of Leon back. Not content to pin him, Andrews stands and picking him up, leveling him once more with the Sin city Mafia facebuster. Rolling him over, Travis grabs the leg of Leon and rolls him up for the three count.
Adams: Travis pulls out the victory here tonight. And from the way he did it, looks like he is on a mission.
Travis gets to his feet as the referee reaches for his arm to raise it in victory. Travis yanks his hand away and holds his own hands up as Justin makes the announcement of his win.
Justin: The winner of the match...Travis Nathaniel Andrews!
Travis slides between the ropes and down to the floor before heading up the aisle with his arms still raised in victory.
James Tuscini is seen walking in the backstage area. He's casually dressed in blue jeans, a blue pullover shirt, and white athletic shoes. He's talking on his cell phone and he's not paying attention to where he's walking and numerous times he nearly runs into someone due to being distracted. Tuscini turns the corner without looking and he slams into Xander Bishop who is rounding the corner from the other direction. Bishop is wearing his normal Rapper-Street Thug attire with saggy pants and a ball cap on sideways. The two rebound off each other and an altercation starts up.
James: Why the hell don't you watch where you're going?
Bishop: Who you talking to? You were the one talking on the cell phone and you ran into me because you wasn't paying attention. How the hell you won the Roulette Title twice is beyond me if you can't even walk and talk on a cell phone at the same time.
James: I can talk on the cell phone and kick your ass at the same time. Want me to show you?
Bishop: We don't need to go into a backstage fight as Management doesn't like that stuff. I don't want to get suspended and neither do you.
James: What do you want to do to settle this? A Poker game? Darts? A beer drinking contest? Whatever the hell you think you can do to get over on me bring it on. I tell you want Bishop. I still have the Re-Match Contract for the Roulette Championship from when Steve Ramone defeated me for the Title Belt. I haven't been able to cash it in yet since Ryan Keys won the Title Belt from Ramone. But I still have it in my possession and I can cash it in down the road. How about I put that on the line huh? What's your challenge punk? And for crying out loud pull your pants up. Nobody wants to see your underwear!
Bishop: How about a Rap challenge next week at Climax Control 171? We can hold it in the wrestling ring for all to see. If you win you keep the Re-Match Contract for the Roulette Championship. But when I win you hand the Re-Match Contract over to me.
James: You think a Rap challenge scares me? You're on Bishop. Just one question before we seal this. Is it okay if I do our Rap with me and my Uncle Pinky against you?
Bishop: What the fuck? You need two of you to take on one of me? Yeah, okay, I can take on and defeat both of you. Deal?
James: Deal!
Xander Bishop and James Tuscini shake hands to seal the deal and it appears we will have a Rap challenge at Climax Control 171.
We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Pussy Willow. She is all smiles as she is holding a microphone and begins to speak.
Pussy Willow: Ladies and gentlemen introducing to you a woman that will be wrestling later tonight I give to you the one and only Siren Ka....
Before she can even finish that statement that's when we see a man dancing right in front of Pussy. That man is none other than Teddy Warren. Teddy smiles as he begins to shadowbox in front of her. He throws some empty jabs in the air as she offers a wicked grin. He looks around for a bit as he stares right at Pussy in the eyes and smiles.
Teddy Warren: Whoa!!! Let's slow all of that down girl! Before we get to that of Kate I think an important announcement needs to be made and it goes a little something like this. Here let a brotha help you out... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! I PUSSY WILLOW!!! Have the special pleasure of introducing the most sexiest, most cuddliest, most hugging man in all of professional wrestling today! Standing at 5'10 all man, all muscle... At 210 pounds... WHOA WHOA STOP THE PRESS!!! I ALREADY FUCKED IT UP!
Pussy Willow: And how exactly did you do that?!
Teddy Warren: Because as a fellow UK man I need to break this down for my boy Hot Stuff Mark Ward...
Pussy Willow: Fellow UK man?! Aren't you from New York....
Teddy Warren: ENGLISH BY INJECTION PUSSY!!!! Seriously don't you see who I am BEEPing every night?! A woman who is half English and half Scottish therefore I am British by INJECTION!!! So let's rewrite this. Hailing from Long Island New York, residing in Tampa Bay, Florida but represents his wife's Berkshire Reading England!!!! At 97.5 KILOGRAMS!!! You see that kilograms!!! Me and Mark Ward walk in the ways of the same system!!!
Pussy Willow: Stop confusing me!!!
Teddy Warren: I am not!!! Just try to keep up! Anyway I am here to let you know that I am officially on your roster! So hide your kids, hide your wife because I am about to drop bombs on the competition. And I guess I should say my wife wants to be take part in the World Bombshell division but you know she's getting ready for a match! Anyway bring on the competition! And let's DO THIS!!!
Teddy is about to walk away as he stops to look back at Pussy.
Teddy Warren: Can I ask you a question Pussy?!
Pussy Willow: Sure?
Teddy Warren: How's my afro look?!
Pussy Willow: Marvelous!
Teddy Warren: Good... I will catch you later!
With that Todd throws the deuces up as he walks away fading to elsewhere.
The catering area backstage can be seen where Christian Underwood is standing and smiling at someone off camera.
Christian: I am so glad you decided to join us tonight. After all just because you aren't in the ring doesn't mean that people don't want to see you Samantha.
The camera pans across the table to where Sam Marlowe can be seen dressed in a polyester shirt with Catering in bold letters on the back, red curls tucked into a hairnet and a sad look on her face as if she is biting back a rude comment.
Christian: Smile Samantha, after all, you are still here and I at least gave you something to do that isn't as menial as say cleaning the men's locker room toilet.
Sam forces a smile onto her face as she takes a slow breath then speaks softly through her teeth.
Sam: Thanks Christian, I appreciate working the catering table.
Christian: I knew you would. But we can't have you wandering off you know. I mean we have superstars and bombshells that deserve the best service and well, we have you. So do yourself proud and prove that you deserve to be here.
With a pat on the back for Sam, Christian moves off before turning back with a wave and a jaunty "Bye". Sam sighs and turns back to the table where Pussy Willow has appeared.
Pussy: Why are you letting him do this to you Sam. You are a contracted Bombshell, not a caterer.
Sam: He's the boss Pussy, what he says goes. And besides, at least I can be here and see my friends and still get a few minutes with my Superstar kids. So can I get you anything?
The scene fades out on Sam moving to stand behind the counter and forces a smile on her face as Pussy just shakes her head and reaches for a bottle of water.
We return to the ring where Justin Decent stands ready with the introductions.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights in the arena flash around as the fans wave their signs of support for their favorite SCW Stars and Bombshells. They scream and cheer as the spotlight waves over them. After a moment of this, the lights die down and "Bangarang" by Skrillex begins playing over the loudspeakers. The crowd instantly turns to boos as the Bad Boys logo is projected onto the stage floor. Once the music picks up, two figures emerge from behind the curtains, wearing white hooded jackets with a red "Bad Boys" logo printed on the back. Giani Di Luca holds his arms out to his side as he looks out across the audience through his sunglasses. Mickey Carroll holds his bat behind his neck, resting both hands on it as he smirks wickedly. Giani jumps around the stage, rubbing his presence in the faces of the fans before returning to the center.
Justin: Introducing first! Making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 475 pound, Giani Di Luca and Mickey Carroll? Bad Boys?!!!
Giani and Mickey nod at one another as they walk down the ramp, taunting the fans and welcoming their hatred. Once they make it to the head of the ring, they walk over to the right side of the ring. Giani jumps onto the apron, and Mickey sets his bat on the apron. He slides in under the bottom rope, and picks his bat back up as he springs to his feet. He stands on the second rope, reaching over Giani as he flips off the fans he is facing. Giani flips his hood down and flexes his muscles, showing off to the fans. He turns around and enters the ring, as he and Mickey work the six corners, goading on the hatred. Once they have made it to all six sides, they settle against the far side, speaking to one another before Mickey winds up his bat. Giani sheds his jacket and shows off his impressive physique, shouting out ?You?re welcome!? to the fans. Mickey rests his bat against the ropes as he drops his jacket to the ground, kicking it off into the corner. He jogs in place, throwing jabs as Giani walks over to him, and they talk over strategy as they watch the entrance ramp.
Adams: And now a brief word from our sponsors...
Simone: What are you...?
Adams: Bad Boys, brought to you by Mean Girls, spokespeople for Pamprin and Summer Rain.
Simone: Just when I think you've said it all...
Justin: And their opponents...!
The opening beat to Sully Erna's "Your Own Drum" start to blast through the speakers, as red and gold lights flash across the building, synchronized to the beat of the drums. The fans look confused as the lyrics kick in. Dax Beckett walks out first, followed by Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell, and the trio look out upon the crowd. Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused.
Justin: Accompanied by Dax Beckett! At a total combined weight of 472 pounds, the team of Ivan Darrell and Andrew Garcia -- they are Dying Breed!
The Orange Hulk and Ivan starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Dax following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning their heads to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew and Ivan shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, Ivan climbs into the ring as the duo staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope. Andrew and Ivan raise their arms as the fans boo louder -- and they are suddenly attacked from behind by Mickey and Giani!
Simone: Giani and Mickey get the jump on Dying Breed before this match has even started!
Adams: Well they aren't called the Bad Boys for nothing!
The bell rings!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Giani hammers Andrew down into the corner, putting the boots to him, then presses a boot against his throat and chokes him out! Across the ring in the neutral corner, Mickey is pounding Ivan in the skull with repeated right handed jabs, then drives his shoulder into his midsection, all but ignoring referee Drew Patton's attempts to get one man per team out of the ring! Mickey calls out to Giani and Di Luca drags Andrew up and the Bad Boys Irish whip Dying Breed into one another in the center of the ring! They then charge with arms extended for a pair of clotheslines from behind -- only Ivan and Andrew duck and...
Adams: Giani and Mickey clotheslined each other! Ha!
Now the offense is on the other side as Ivan clotheslines Giani out over the top rope and ducks out to his corner as Andrew takes over on Mickey! Andrew decks him, knocking him flat to the canvas, then as Carroll tries to get up, Garcia levels him with another fist to the head!
Simone: Andrew is not allowing Mickey Carroll a chance to regain his bearings!
Adams: Smart man!
Andrew grabs Mickey and goes to send him into the ropes but Mickey reverses it! Mickey attempts a clothesline but Garcia ducks, rebounds, then plows into his opponent with a spear! Andrew has him pinned down and hammers away at his head as the fans cheer and Drew counts!
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Garcia breaks and rolls off of Mickey, who crawls towards the ropes to escape the onslaught but Andrew grabs him by the foot and into an ankle lock! Before he can cinch it in, Mickey grabs the ropes for a forced break! Andrew is unwilling and Drew counts again!
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Andrew forcibly pulls him from the ropes and up into a rear waist lock where he throws him up and over with a release German suplex! Andrew bellows out to the crowd who find themselves rallying behind Dying Breed against the hated Bad Boys tandem!
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Simone: I never thought I'd see the day where Dying Breed were being cheered on by the fans!
Adams: Not surprising! Not many other men more hated than Giani and Mickey!
Mickey rolls over and extends his arm, tagging in Giani. Giani quickly steps inside the ring and races at Andrew, who ducks down and catches him with a high back body drop! Giani crash lands on his tail bone...!
Adams: I hope Veronica Taylor has a donut pillow waiting for her man cake!
And Garcia tags in Ivan! The two send Giani into the ropes and while Ivan trips Di Luca to the mat with a drop toe hold, Garcia comes off the ropes with a guillotine leg drop across the back of Giani's neck!
Simone: This is where Dying Breed will have the advantage, in both experience as well as teamwork!
Andrew ducks outside as Ivan rolls Giani onto his back for the cover!
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Ivan then goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Giani reverses it! Ivan rebounds and Giani goes for a leapfrog but Ivan catches him with a power slam into a second cover!
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Giani kicks out!
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Giani kicks out again!
Simone: Giani showed us some agility for a man his size.
Adams: Not that it did him any good.
Ivan whips Giani into his corner and tags Andrew back in. The two Dying Breed members then lift the near 300 pounder up and over with a double suplex! As Drew escorts Ivan from the ring, Andrew goes for a whip into the ropes but Giani reverses it -- and Mickey pulls the ropes down, causing Garcia to tumble over and out to the floor below!
Simone: Give a big nod to Mickey Carroll! He just pulled Giani's ass out of the fire!
Adams: It's just lucky that Drew had his back turned.
Simone: Luck, nothing. That was pre-planned! Bad Boys through and through!
Ivan sees what happened and tries to get back inside, which draws Drew's attention once again. This allows Mickey to drop down to the floor and drag Andrew to his feet where he slams his face into the ring apron, then sends him careening into the ring steps! The sound of the crash turns the referee's attention and Drew spots Mickey and heads over, ushering him away! This allows Giani to quickly climb outside and drop to the floor! He drags Andrew up, scoops the 245 pounder up and body slams him onto the hard floor!
Simone: Giani is not lacking in the strength department! That much is certain!
Giani then powers Andrew up into a military press and dumps him back inside of the ring! Andrew climbs back in and kneels down onto Andrew's sternum while smiling and striking an arrogant double biceps pose!
Adams: How cocky can you get?
Drew turns and spots the pin.
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Giani shouts at Drew in Italian, then drags Andrew up and picks him up around the legs and PLOWS him back into his own corner where he tags Mickey in! Mickey snap mares Andrew over and Giani comes off the ropes with a big boot to the face! Giani steps out and Mickey goes for the cover!
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Andrew gets his shoulder up!
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Andrew kicks out!
Adams: Whew! That double teaming almost handed the Bad Boys the win!
Mickey pulls Andrew up and goes to send him into the neutral corner, but Andrew reverses it! Mickey runs right up the turnbuckles and launches back into a moonsault, crashing right into Garcia!
Simone: Okay! Mickey Carroll showing us he can fly!
And straight into another cover!
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Ivan breaks it up!
Adams: Wow! It may have been over if Ivan didn't get there in time!
Drew forces Ivan from the ring as Mickey sends Andrew crashing back into his corner! Giani wraps the tag rope around Garcia's throat, choking the life from him as Mickey pounds away at his body with lefts and rights!
Simone: Turn around Drew!
Dax Beckett climbs up onto the apron, protesting the illegal double teaming, which causes Mickey to run over and clobber him with a right, sending him tumbling to the floor!
Adams: Well ... can't say Dax didn't kinda sorta ask for that.
Mickey lifts Andrew up and over with a belly to back suplex, then signals to the jeering crowd! He starts to climb up top as Giani applauds his tag team partner! Mickey then leaps for a diving head butt from the top -- but Andrew rolls out of the way!
Simone: Mickey Carroll just head butted the canvas!
Ivan is stomping the apron and reaching out, desperately wanting the tag! Andrew crawls closer as Mickey gets close enough to his own corner and tags Giani! Giani jumps in and tries to prevent the tag -- but Garcia gets it! Ivan climbs in and he and Giani start slugging it out, right in the center of the ring!
Adams: You knew with these four it wouldn't be pretty!
The larger Giani gets the advantage in the brawl and drives Ivan back against the ropes! Giani sends him into the ropes and goes for a dropkick but Ivan holds onto the ropes and Giani crashes! Ivan then lands a heavy martial arts kick to his thick pectorals, then swerves around and delivers another hard kick to his back! Ivan races into the ropes and connects with a shining wizard! Ivan covers him!
1.....
2.....
Giani kicks out!
Simone: Close but not close enough!
Ivan pulls him to his feet and goes for a short arm clothesline, but Giani ducks under and grabs him from behind in a double arm chicken wing, lifting him straight up into the air!
Adams: Dead lifting a 220 pound man like that! No wonder they call him the Italian Stallion!
And Giani throws him harshly to the mat! Giani drags him up and whips him into the ropes where Mickey connects to the back of his head with an Enzugari from the outside! This draws Andrews ore and he starts to climb in, but Drew prevents it!
Simone: More double teaming from the Bad Boys!
A smiling Giani then goes to Irish whip Ivan into the ropes, but Ivan manages to reverses it and sends Di Luca in instead! Giani hits the ropes -- and Dax casually reaches inside and cuffs his ankle, tripping Giani to the mat!
Adams: Whoa! Some payback from Dax!
Giani jumps to his feet and leans through the ropes and takes a swing at Dax who dodges the strike! Ivan suddenly rolls Giani up from behind in a school boy as Drew turns around!
1.....
Andrew races across the ring to block Mickey!
2.....
Giani kicks and struggles like a mad man!
3!
Adams: Unbelievable!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Here are your winners -- Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell! DYING BREED!
The crowd cheers as Ivan quickly rolls outside, joining Andrew and Dax in celebration as Mickey screams bloody murder and Giani is near apocalyptic, throwing an absolute fit!
Simone: Giani and Mickey can protest all they want! Dying Breed are the winners!
Adams: With a little assist from Dax Beckett -- but you didn't hear that from me.
Earlier today...
Polly Playtime can be seen trying to spend a few peaceful moments to herself by a tree in the quad of the same college campus she'll be competing at tonight, against the brand new Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion, Melody Grace. She sits down on the grass and gets Indian-style and holds her hands out in front of her, seeming to come to a zen moment, which is quickly ruined as she hears a few voices getting closer and closer to her, all of them excited that they have found her. They all start yelling at her at once so she can't understand a single one of them.
Polly: "First off... STOP!!! I can't understand a single one of you. And second, what are you all doing here? Can't you see I'm trying to enjoy some peace and quiet?"
All the ones that have approached her look at one another, before they all start speaking at one another again, so again Polly can't understand them. She grunts out loud and stands up and throws out a cold, icy stare.
Polly: "STOP IT!!! ALL OF YOU! And for crying out loud, leave... me... ALONE! No one in the media's been able to get that all week long! I'm not going to answer any of your questions as tonight, I have a very important match. It's far more important than anything any of you do, as tonight is my first chance to show the world that one day I will be the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion! And no matter what any of you say or do right now, I'm going to capitalize on that chance."
Finally one guy's voice rises above the others.
Reporter: "I may not be speaking for everybody here Polly, but we want you to do more than just that. You're clearly the total package. Have you thought of other careers besides wrestling? Not that you aren't becoming quite the good wrestler, but?"
Polly's eyes sift the group until she sees the one that has just thrown all that out. She gestures for him to step forward and then looks him right in the face.
Polly: "NO! I'm here in Sin City Wrestling to stay! If that doesn't answer your question, sir, you're welcome to stay here so I can personally make sure you LOSE! If you know what I mean."
The whole group behind him begins to back up. He looks briefly behind them and follows suit. They all flee the scene just as Polly's trademark evil grin begins to fill her lips.
Polly: "That's what I thought. Now back to some well-deserved peace and quiet."
Polly goes back to the tree she selected out and gets back down on the ground as the scene fades.
Victim of Me by Descendants playing over the pa, as the crowd murmur to themselves unsure who the music belongs to and wondering if it's someone new that has signed to Sin City Wrestling, however, as soon as Amy Marshall appears through the curtain, the crowd's volume rises upon realising who it is and give a mix reaction at the newly crowned Bombshell Roulette champion.
Taking in the crowd for a moment, Jessie Salco joins her beside her and then look at one another and smile before making their way down the ramp towards the ring, where they slap a few hands of fans who reach out. Jessie and Amy climb into the ring, where Amy heads to the corner, where she grabs a mic and moves to the centre of the ring, where she adjusts the Roulette title on shoulder as she waits for her music to die down.
Amy: At Inception I once again defeated Veronica Taylor but this time for the Bombshell Roulette Champion in a falls count anywhere match. I stated that I thrived in Roulette rules and guess what I thrived and I conquered. I came away from the match on a high... although a little battered and bruised and not at all embarrassed that Veronica immaturely decided to flush my head down the toilet.
Well the joke it on her and I'm now the Bombshell Roulette champion. Now... where do I go from here... I wait... but I will emphasise that I am a fighting champion and I will take anyone that is thrown at me.
As Amy lowers the mic as Christian Underwood's music hits over the sounds system and he comes out to a rain of boos, as Amy frowns wondering what Christian wants. With a mic in his hand, he raises to hit lips.
Christian: Fighting champion you say... now we all know what happened when you said that last time. You screwed up and lost the Bombshell championship to Raynin. But let's now dwell on that... now as a fighting champion, you are willing to take anyone.
Amy: I am.
Amy responds.
Christian: Then you wouldn't mind taking on... Jessie Salco.
Amy look at Christian with a glare before looking at Jessie, Jessie frowns in response before going over to the ropes.
Jessie: You want to put me and Amy together in a match together huh? Has Alexis Edwards been whispering in your ear?
Jessie asks before grinning.
Jessie: You know what? I'm open for a match with Amy, I still have my eyes on the World Bombshell Championship but I've been waiting for an opportunity to make up for my joke of a title reign four years ago, just name a time and place!
Jessie adds before waiting for a response.
Amy: Wait... Don't I get a say in who i face?
Amy asks a little hesitant in facing Jessie.
Christian: You said you are fighting champion... are you backing down from them words?
Amy: No.
Christian: Then Jessie is your first opponent.
Amy: Fine... we can get this over and done with next week.
Amy shakes her head.
Christian: Good but because of this attitude... it's now a best of three series of matches with Roulette rules and the roulette title on the line. Now if you excuse me, i'll let you ladies finish this off, i have something to attend to.
Christian turns and leaves the ramp, returning backstage, where he leaves Amy and Jessie standing in the ring shocked at what had just happened.
Amy: I'm sorry.
Amy shrugs apologetically towards Jessie, as she drops the mic as Victim of Me plays over the sound systems as Jessie frowns wondering why she is sorry. Amy climbs out of the ring shortly followed by Jessie as they return backstage.
The scene comes back in with people standing around the refreshments table, chatting. The hair stylist goes to pick up a bottle of water when another hand grabs it first. She watches as a very obvious Despayre and Angel, both wearing fake handlebar moustaches, cracks the seal on the bottle and downs it quickly. He's breathing heavily, and wipes his brow as he looks around suspiciously.
Despayre: I found the perfect disguise! No one will know it's us now Ang... Um, I mean Mr. Moustachio.
Raynin walks up to the table and picks up an apple. She takes a bite, then turns to smile at Despayre. When she does, you see that she's wearing a fake moustache of her own.
Raynin: Well hello there Sir. Did you find everything you needed on the refreshments table?
Despayre points at her and starts to laugh.
Despayre: You have on a fake moustache!! You can't do that!! You're a girl!!
Raynin shrugs and takes another bite of her apple.
Raynin: What? Do you two have like the patent on wearing fake moustaches around here?
Despayre swallows heavily.
Despayre: Um, I don't' know what you're talking about? Fake moustache? Ha!! This is my real facial hair!!
At that moment, the fake moustaches fall from Despayre's and Angel's faces. Despayre looks down and back up quickly.
Despayre: Rut roh!! BYE!!
Despayre takes off running again, and Raynin chuckles as she peels off the fake moustache.
Raynin: I love it when they play hard to get.
Raynin starts to skip after the pair, humming softly to herself as the scene fades.
The camera cuts to the backstage area where Ms. Rocky Mountains sits on a seat, the camera focused on her. She starts to speak down the camera.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and Gentlemen. I'm here with a very special guest, who requested this time much to my surprise. Let me introduce you to the SCW World Champion, J2H.
The camera pans out to see a much more serious looking J2H than the one we saw earlier, the SCW World championship on a table between where the two sit.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Now J, you requested to sit down and do an interview rather than talk in the ring earlier, why is that?
He breathes in deeply as he blankly stares at her.
J2H: Because timing is everything and that was not my time to take away from the wonder that is Melody. She worked her ass off to be in the position she got herself in and each and every person needs to appreciate the effort she put in.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Can we talk about Inception II? Another solid title defence against a man the world thought could pull off a shock, only to be attacked by Drake Green. What injuries did you suffer from that incident?
J2H: He cracked my nose, I'm sitting here with a hairline fracture of my cheekbone, the son of a bitch ever knocked a tooth or two loose. I've had a swollen shut eye for a week, I have stitches in my head, I've had headaches for weeks Rocky, I couldn't even move my head because of the pain. I should have been out celebrating, instead, I was sitting in a hospital waiting for results.
A calm seriousness comes from his tone.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Do you know why he did it?
J2H: Maybe because I turned his little wife, who has bigger balls than he does, back to where she belonged, maybe because his little movie career is turning out to be piss poor and he wants to use SCW again to try and recapture his fading fame. Maybe he just couldn't stand the fact I was more of an influence in his wife's life than he ever was. It doesn't matter, I've been hit harder than he can hit, I've won more wars than he could ever imagine. The attack Rocky, that didn't piss me off as much as other things.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: What other things?
J2H: I know Melody wanted me out in that ring if she won, I told her I would be there. I swore to I would be and I looked at the video, I saw the disappointment her face when she should have been elated, because I had to sit there being stictched up because some coward couldn't look me in the eye, because some coward son of a bitch couldn't man up and face me, he had to take the cheap way out, proving what I've always said about him.
J2H leans closer to Rocky, pressing his hands together.
J2H: That he is a self centered snake that doesn't deserve the right to call himself a human being. He's meant to be Melody's friend, but he stole a moment from both of us, he robbed us both of something that she would remember for a life time. He did that because he is a selfish bastard with no thoughts for anyone else but himself. You think he was giving the fans a treat by his past it ass from turning up? No, he was doing it for himself. He couldn't give a fuck about the fans, all he wanted to do was for them to remember him the next day. Screw everyone else on the roster who had worked hard while he sat at home while his wife was making money, while Mikah was being the bread winner in the Green house hold, he wanted to be remembered cause no one knows who the fuck he is anymore and do you think he thought of Melody? Of how his friend would feel about this?
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I don't know.
J2H: Let me tell you Rocky, he didn't care, but revenge is a bitch.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: But he don't work here anymore, I don't even think he's here tonight.
J2H: Of course he's not, because he knows what a mistake he's made by doing this, he has no clue just how much I am going to beat his head in to the ground.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: But you know Mark Ward will not hiring him back again, you know he'll make every attempt possible to stop Christian Underwood from doing the same.
J2H: Well if he won't bring it back for the fans, then I'm gonna go to Chicago and beat him up and down the Windy City. Believe me, Drake Green has hell to pay for what he took from me, because that can never be replaced. Now I'm gonna find Mark Ward and get him to give the people what they want, and that's me stomping that irrelvant peice of shit Drake Green, in to nothing.
He stands up, picking up the championship belt and walking off camera, leaving Ms. Rocky Mountains to ponder his words.
Justin: This match is scheduled for one falls and is a hardcore rules match... introducing first from Berkshire, England... Kate Steele.
Grow up by Paramore begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does Kate Steele along with her husband Todd Warren begins to emerge from the back curtain. Kate has a huge smile on her face as she stares at the roaring crowd who are all cheering her on. She begins to sprint down the aisle as she claps the hands of outstretched fans.
Kate finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd cheering her on. She closes her eyes placing a single finger over her lips offering the Shhhh sound which all the fans follow in. She takes her place in the corner afterwards waiting for the match to begin.
Justin: and her opponent... from Phoenix, Arizona... Alexis Edwards...
"Unbreakable" by Fireflight starts to play in the sound system and a video montage of some of Alexis Edwards memorable moments appears on the screen. Seconds into the music, Alexis appears from behind the curtain, standing at the top of the ramp and throwing her hands in the air as her music plays, and the crowd now cheers her on. She looks around the crowd and smiles before she starts making her way to the ring, high fiving and slapping hands along the way. Once to the ring she slides in under the bottom rope and jumps back to her feet. She jumps up to the second turnbuckle, throwing her hands in the air to another round of cheering from the crowd before she jumps back down as her music dies down. She stares down her opponent.
The ref stands between Kate and Alexis, as the stare holes through each other as the ref before moves back and indicates for the bell to be rung. As the bel rings, Kate and Alexis move in but instead of a basic lock up they begin to trade vicious forearm shots and punches until Alexis grabs Kate by the hair and slamming her down to the mat. Alexis looks down at Kate and removes a few stray hairs from her fingers.
Simone: Wow... right off the bat Alexis and Kate go at it.
Adams: And because this is a hardcore rules match, Alexis pulls at Kate's hair and had no worries about getting DQ'd.
As Kate tries to get back up, Alexis grabs her hair and slams a fist across the back of Kate, as Kate tries to rises again, Alexis does it again as Kate grimaces from the pain, Alexis shoves Kate back with her foot. Kate rolls partially away, but Alexis head back over to Kate and picks her up before driving her knee into the stomach into Kate, Kate falls to the mat holding her stomach but before she can recover, Alexis again approaches Kate and grabs up her lifting her up and hits a headbutt.
Adams: I don't know if Alexis is venting out frustration here or just want to show that she means business.
Simone: Probably a bit of both... but what is it, Kate is getting pounded on.
Kate falls to the mat, which Alexis rubs her forehead before going back after Kate, where she grabs her and lifting her up before throwing her through the ropes, where Kate lands on the apron, where Alexis pulls her halfway through and then again drives her knee into Kate's stomach. As Kate hangs on the ropes, Alexis steps the ropes and then grabs Kate's arms before driving a knee into her back and pulls her back. Kate screams in pain as Alexis screams at her to tap.
Simone: This is certainly isn't looking good for Kate here... she needs to start fighting.
Adams: How when she is up against the ropes.
Simone: Well not right now.
Kate screams and shakes her head and says no, as she looks at the ref but the ref can't do anything as this is a hard rules match. Still refusing to tap out, Alexis shakes her own and lets go as Kate holds her arms and back, as Alexis kicks her and Kate slowly moves through the ropes. Alexis returns to the ring, where she grabs Kate and picks her up, where she hits a forearm to the head of Kate. It stuns Kate, but she fights back with a forearm to the face of Alexis a punch to the midsection before delivering another forearm to Alexis' face. This doesn't faze Alexis, as she punches back hitting Kate body and then clubbing the back of Kate.
Adams: A brief chance for Kate, but Alexis just puts a stop to her advances.
Kate holds her back, as Alexis then grabs Kate's hair and hands and whips her towards the turnbuckle and as Kate heads towards them she leaps and sits on them, as Alexis dives towards her Kate leaps up and lands feet first and rolls through and as Kate get to her feet, Alexis charges again but Kate dives through Alexis' legs and rolls Alexis onto her back and goes for a pin.
Simone: Never say never... Kate has somehow got back into this match and goes for the first pin of the night.
1...
Alexis kicks out.
Adams: Unfortunately Kate needs to more work on wearing Alexis down.
Alexia and Kate get back to their feet, where Alexis swings for Kate but Kate ducks and turns and hits a clothesline, Alexis climbs back to her feet only to be hit with another clothesline and as Alexis climbs back to her feet, Kate instead of hitting a clothesline Kate hits a standing dropkick, which sends Alexis back down to the mat, where she rolls herself out of the ring.
Simone: Kate's now on a roll and taking it to Alexis.
Adams: though Alexis has put a stop to it and rolled herself out of the ring.
Kate climbs back to her feet, where she looks around to see where Alexis has gone to and spots her on the outside of the ring. Watching her carefully, Alexis slowly makes her way to her feet, as Kate takes a few steps back before charging forward and goes for a springboard crossbody and hits it taking Alexis down.
Adams: Nice springboard crossbody. I don't think Alexis was watching nor expecting it.
Alexis lays on the floor as Kate rolls away holding her torso, where she then crawls to the ring apron, where she lifts the skirt up and grabs a chair. Pulling the chair from under the ring, Kate uses it to get to her feet, where she lets out a large breath before lifting the chair up and goes to hit Alexis, but Alexis dodges it and the chair connects with the floor, letting go of the chair briefly she shakes her hands from the shock of the chair hitting the mat. Grabbing the chair and she turns to swing it at Alexis but Alexis kicks out and connects with Kate's shins, which forces Kate to drop the chair, as Alexis quickly climbs to her feet and hits a dropkick to Kate. Kate hits the floor, where Alexi crawls over to Kate and mounts her and begins to punch and hit forearm shot to Kate's face.
Simone: Here we go... the first chair to come into play.
Adams: So far the chair hasn't connected with flesh just mat. But Alexis is begins to come back into the match.
Simone: Still pretty open this match.
Alexis rolls herself off Kate before climbing back to her feet, where she grabs the chair and goes over to the guard rail and props the chair up against it. Alexis then turns to Kate, where she goes to drive Kate's face into the ring steps, but Kate blocks it and drives an elbow into the stomach of Alexis before grabbing Alexis by the hair and driving her face into the steps and then grabs her around the wait and hits a release German Suplex into the chair and guard rails.
Adams: Not sure what Alexis and or Kate in mind with the chair, but it has appeared to have answered my question... and good god that looked painful.
Simone: Painful... it could have broken Alexis' neck.
Kate slowly climbs to her feet, where she stumbles to the ring, where she lifts the skirt up and looks for another weapon and pulls out a table, and although struggles a little Kate manages to slides it into the ring before going back in and grabbing a trashcan lid and another chair and throws them into the ring.
Simone: More weapons being introduced into the match.
With Alexis still out of it, Kate goes over to Alexis, where she picks her up and slide her into the ring, which she follows closer behind and goes for a pin...
1...
2...
2.5...
Kickout...
Adams: So Alexis is still with it.
Simone: Barely.
Kate briefly argues that it was three count but Holly Wood says no and maintains it was a Kickout, Kate shakes her head as she looks across to the table and makes her way to feet and goes over to the table, where she sets it up before grabbing the chair and places it on the table before taking hold of the trash can lid and where she slides it under Alexis' head.
Simone: Not sure what Kate has planned here... but it isn't going to be pretty.
Adams: Yup.
Kate backs away and then leaps onto the ropes and goes for a springboard legdrop, however, Alexis manages to move out of the way and Kate lands on the trashcan lid. Kate screams out as she rolls away holding the back of legs and ass, as Alexis crawls to the ropes and grabs the them, where she takes a moment before pulling herself up into a seated position as she looks at Kate and then at the table that was set up.
Adams: That's going to leave a nice mark.
Simone: Alexis is showing more signs of life as she manages to get to a seated position.
Kate crawls to the corner, where she slowly makes her way to her feet, as she rubs one of her legs as Alexis slowly gets to her feet using the ropes, she charges toward Kate and hits a corner yakuza kick before following it up by grabbing Kate by the head and hitting a bulldog.
Simone: How on earth did Alexis muster up the energy to his that kick and bulldog.
Adams: Not sure... but with her dwindling energies, she has to finish this.
Alexis slowly gets to her feet, where she heads over to the table, where she folds the legs back up and readjusts the chair on the table, where she turns and heads to Kate, where she picks her up and the proceeds to set up the Put On Notice (Kudo Driver) and then hits the move onto the table and chair before going for the pin...
Adams: Interesting change of plan with the table but Kate is in serious trouble.
Simone: Put on notice and it's the end for Kate.
1...
2...
3...
Adams: Alexis wins.
Justin: Winner of the match Alexis Edwards.
Alexis' music hits over the pa, as she struggles to get to her feet but she eventually does and raises a single arm in victory.
The scene comes back in backstage as the cameraman follows our resident Vampyric Angel, Gothika. She's walking through the halls, dodging stage hands carrying cables and pushing wheeled carts around, greeting everyone with a wave and a small smile. She stops by the seamstress's table and waits as she finishes pinning an outfit that's on a fitting dummy, then taps her on the shoulder.
Gothika: Hey Gloria! How have you been? The seamstress hugs Gothika, beaming up at her as she towers over her. She pulls herself back and pats Gothika on the shoulder. Gloria: I've been good. But look at you! You're all skin and bones!! Well, and muscle too... I know you can probably bounce a quarter off of your abs, can't you. Gothika shrugs and leans against the seamstress's table, crossing her arms as she smirks. Gothika: Yeah, I've got good definition too. Not quite a six pack, cause I want to keep my girlish figure, but still pretty ripped. But the one thing I can't get rid of is the junk in the trunk. Gothika turns around and shakes her butt, making the seamstress burst out laughing. The seamstress swats her on the butt, shaking her head. Gloria: And don't you dare change a thing. I spent way too much time trying to get those pants to fit you like a glove. Besides, junk in the trunk isn't a bad thing. Gothika nods slowly and leans against the table again. Gothika: So, I've been checking out my wardrobe, and I'm thinking I should update the look of my corsets. What do you think? Gloria shrugs and leans in to touch the pattern on the corset Gothika has on. She then shakes her head and points at the black rubber material. Gloria: I'll be honest with you hon. I think the look is perfect for you. I wouldn't' change a thing. But if you want it updated, I can call my friend who makes corsets like that ot see if he can do a custom job. Maybe add something cool to the breastplate portion, or add some wing details to the back. Gothika grabs the seamstress and hugs her close. Gothika: Oh My Gosh, that would be awesome!! I knew you were the perfect person to talk to about this! The seamstress hugs her back and pushes her off down the hall. Gloria: You know what they say. If you want the best, you go to the best, and you know I'm the best. Now go get some food in you! I've got to fatten you up so you can fit in your clothes better. It's hard to take in all of that rubber stuff. Now scoot!! Gothika puts her arm across her chest and snaps her heels together and bows at the waist dramatically with a smirk and a wink. Gothika: As you wish my liege. Gothika turns around and walks on and she comes to the refreshments table. She sighs and picks up a plate, looking around at what she wants to munch on when suddenly, she feels a vice-like grip in her hair, and her head is pulled backwards. She's looking into the eyes of the last person she wants to see, and that person is Ekaterina, and her eyes are filled with rage. Ekaterina: HOW DARE YOU!! Gothika grabs Ekaterina's wrist, growling at the evil vampiress. Gothika: What in the hell are you talking about you crazy bitch??!! Ekaterina yanks harder on Gothika's hair making her wince. Ekaterina: You have been twerking with Dmitri, and it will stop!! Gothika looks at her confused. Gothika: I've been WHAT??!! Ekaterina: Twerking! Twerking!! Twatting!! That... That thing with the phones and the little blue thing with the bird on it!! Gothika's eyebrows skyrocket upwards. Gothika: Do you mean Tweeting? Ekaterina rolls her eyes. Ekaterina: Tweeting, Twerking, Twatting, Twiddling, I don't care! You will stop!! Gothika smirks evilly. Gothika: I'll do whatever in the hell I want, and you won't stop me from doing a thing! Ekaterina throws her head back and laughs a laugh that's dripping in venom. Ekaterina: Is that so? I don't see you as capable of doing anything to prevent me from stopping you. Gothika's eyes slowly bleed their color until they're ice blue and glowing. Gothika: You think you've got one over on me right now? Think again, and don't blink. I don't want you to miss this... Gothika flicks her hips and suddenly, Ekaterina's hand is released from her hair and Gothika's got the vampiress in a chicken wing lock. She shoves Ekaterina forward, sending her face first into a big tray of mashed potatoes and gravy. Everyone around gasps in shock, then starts to laugh, pointing at Ekaterina who's still got her face stuck in the food. She slowly lifts herself up and starts to wipe the gloopy mess from her face, when Gothika walks over and picks up a pie and smashes it into her face, just as Dmitri comes around a corner and stares, his eyes open wide in surprise. He strolls over and looks from Gothika to Ekaterina. Dmitri: What in the world happened here? Gothika shrugs and shakes her head slowly. Gothika: She didn't like us Tweeting, and thought she could tell me what I could and couldn't do. I thought she needed to try the humble pie. Ekaterina's trembling in rage and she suddenly opens her mouth and shrieks in anger. She moves to launch herself at Gothika again, but Gothika holds up a single finger at her, right in her face, making her stop short. Gothika then flicks Ekaterina's nose, and the vampiress's head rockets back as if she was punched. Gothika turns to Dmitri and smirks. Gothika: I don't think she liked the humble pie. Look, I told you that it wouldn't be safe quite yet. Not until you stand up to her and put your foot down. When you're free from the trash, you know where to find me. Gothika turns and walks off, leaving Dmitri with a shrieking Ekaterina. He walks over and runs his finger through the pie on her face and shrugs. Dmitri: I don't know... it tastes pretty good to me. The camera zooms in on Ekaterina's pie covered face as it fades out. Although James Tuscini is not assigned to perform at Climax Control 170 he and Pinky del Ferrando traveled to San Bernardino to be in attendance as you never know what might happen even when you are not assigned to a match. We are taken to the dressing room of Tuscini as he wanted to present some information to us. James: Although I'm not performing on this event tonight we decided to travel to San Bernardino to attend Climax Control 170. I like to be in the arena in case someone can't make it for their match and Management needs a replacement. Also you never know who you might bump into. I invited you here to present a short video of what happened recently when we returned to San Francisco after Inception II. Please sit back, grab a beer, and enjoy. The video begins to play on the screens in the arena and for those watching at home. In the video we are taken to the home of James Tuscini and Pinky del Ferrando in the Mission District of San Francisco. The two are sitting at the dining room table having a discussion about a local burger place. James: Do you remember Darwin Bobila who used to manage the Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant in Concord, California? He's now owner of a Super Duper Burgers location in San Francisco. His location is 2304 Market Street in the Castro District of San Francisco. His friend Stan, who used to be his District Manager with KFC, is working with him also. Pinky: Sure I do. He is a Filipino guy and he has one of the most successful KFC franchises in the Bay Area. His Super Duper Burgers in San Francisco is only several blocks from our home. Let's go there and have lunch and say hi to Darwin. James: You go ahead Uncle. I'll meet you there after I finish making this segment for Climax Control 170. Pinky del Ferrando takes off for Super Duper Burgers and this scene switches to when Pinky arrives at Super Duper Burgers on Market Street. Pinky doesn't see Darwin or Stan so he assumes they are busy at this time. Pinky places his order and takes a seat in a booth to wait for his food. While he is waiting a man enters the restaurant and takes a seat in the booth across from Pinky.
Man: Are you Pinky del Ferrando?
Pinky: Am I? Who the hell wants to know?
Man: Is that any way to treat a "friend" Pinky?
Pinky: Friend my ass! I don't know who the hell you are!
Man: Cool down. Let me talk for a moment.
Pinky: This better be good and if you don't impress me within the first 30 seconds you'll regret it.
Man: I'm from the Italian Mafia in San Francisco. We don't like it when someone claims to be a member of the Italian Mafia when they're not. I saw what you pulled on your Nephew recently and it doesn't sit well with us.
Pinky: Oh I get it. You're a friend of Don Rina my former coworker at the Mark Hopkins Hotel in San Francisco. Yeah we pulled one over on James but now you and Don are pulling one over on me?
Man: I'm not a friend of Don Rina. He will be talked to about his part in this scam but you perpetrated it so you get talked to first.
Pinky: If you're really a member of the Italian Mafia in San Francisco show me some identification.
Man: We don't carry ID cards stating we're members of the Italian Mafia. I suggest you trust that I'm a ranking member of the Italian Mafia in San Francisco. Our request is that you either stop claiming you're a member of the Italian Mafia or you agree to become a member of the Italian Mafia in San Francisco. Those are your only options.
Pinky: If you really are offering me an appointment to the Italian Mafia in San Francisco I would gladly accept the offer but I have to discuss this with my Nephew James first because he won't believe me when I tell him. How can I contact you after I talk with James?
Man: You have a lot to learn Pinky. You don't call us or send us an e-mail or knock on our door. We know what you're doing and when you're done speaking with your Nephew we'll contact you to arrange a meeting with him to confirm everything. My work is done here. You will see me again.
The mystery man stands up and walks out of the restaurant. The scene switches back to the home of James and Pinky in San Francisco. James is making comments before going to Super Duper Burgers to have lunch with Pinky.
James: Some of you may remember a movie titled The Man Who Knew Too Much from 1956. The star was Doris Day and in the movie she sang a song titled Que Sera Sera which is Spanish for Whatever Will Be, Will Be. The chorus was her mother's response to the singer's question of what she will be when she grows up. It went: Que sera, sera...Whatever will be, will be...The future's not ours to see...Que sera, sera...What will be, will be.
Tuscini pauses for a moment to take a drink of water.
James: What her mother was telling her is that you can do all you want, and dream all the big dreams, but in the end you will be, or achieve the success, as it will be. We simply have to do the best we can and the future will take care of itself. Maybe my winning percentage hasn't been great since the start of October 2016 but that's the way it goes sometimes. I have to take the message from the song Que Sera Sera and understand that Whatever Will Be, Will Be. I'm been wrestling well but my opponents have been wrestling better than I have and I've lost a few matches. Even with that I've been given a shot at the Internet Title and Tag Team Championship during my last nine matches and I cannot be upset about that level of recognition Management has given me. Now it comes down to the rumors flying around. I've heard rumors that I'm just moping around, taking loss after loss, and that I'm just going to accept it, and keep plugging along, even if I lose many more matches coming up. FUCK THAT SHIT! The reason I'm 3-5-1 over my past nine matches is that I took my opponents lightly. Alice Cooper said it with NO MORE MISTER NICE GUY! I'm not going to focus on Title Belts but I will focus on performing at my best in every match and to focus on obtaining wins. I want Management to realize I'm not a slacker and I'm not failing. I'm the same James Tuscini I was before but now I'm more aggressive and if need be more vicious and brutal toward my opponents.
Tuscini ends his comments and walks out the door to go to Super Duper Burgers. The scene cuts to Super Duper Burgers and we see James walk in. He goes to the booth Pinky is at and he takes a seat. Before James can say anything he is greeted by his Filipino friend Darwin Bobila and Stan.
Darwin: How are you two doing? I haven't seen you in some time. Welcome to Super Duper Burgers!
James: So you gave up working with the KFC?
Darwin: I wanted a change. When I was introduced to Super Duper Burgers I couldn't resist being a franchise owner. Their burgers are great and they have homemade style dill pickles that are to die for. You remember Stan?
James: Yep. I'll have whatever Pinky ordered.
Darwin and Stan leave to tell the kitchen staff what to bring to James and Pinky.
Pinky: You won't believe what happened. A real member of the Italian Mafia in San Francisco came in and talked to me. He said they were upset at me claiming I was a member of the Italian Mafia when I'm not and they said they don't like it when someone impersonates them.
James: I knew you would eventually fess up. Your friend Don Rina told me what you pulled on me at Inception II. Why didn't you tell me the truth?
Pinky: Because I'm a foolish old man who did nothing but work as a Door Man at the Mark Hopkins Hotel. I didn't have much excitement in my life so I made up something to keep it exciting.
James: So what did this so-called Italian Mafia guy say to you and did you get proof he was a member of the Italian Mafia? Did you at least get his name?
Pinky: They don't carry ID cards stating they are members of the Italian Mafia and they don't give out their names, addresses, phone numbers, or e-mail addresses. He gave me two options and then he said when I talked to you about it, and you said it was okay, he would arrange the meeting to speak with you
James: And what did this Mafia man tell you? Uncle if you're lying to me again I'll not only fire you as my Manager I'll kick you out of the house and you'll have to find your own place to live.
Pinky: He said I either stop claiming to be a member of the Italian Mafia or I accept their offer to join them. If I turn down their offer to join them they are okay with that but if I were to make false claims of being one of their members again it could cost me my life. If it is okay with you I would like to accept their offer to join the San Francisco Italian Mafia. Please allow this old man the pleasure of having a little in-the-fast-lane excitement in his old age.
James: I can tell you're being honest this time. I'll give you permission to join the Italian Mafia in San Francisco. I'll give my final blessings after this mystery man meets with us and I'm okay with his offer.
James and Pinky get special service today at Super Duper Burgers as Darwin and Stan deliver their food to their table. Not every day you get to have the owner of a restaurant deliver your food.
James: Guys I need to ask you something. Pinky said a man came into the restaurant and sat down at this booth and talked to him for a little bit and then he left. Did either of you see a man talking to Pinky?
Darwin: We didn't see Pinky talking with anyone. We saw him sitting here by himself waiting for you to arrive. We went into the kitchen for about five minutes so that might have been the time the guy walked in, sat down, talked with Pinky, and then left.
Darwin and Stan turn and return to running the restaurant. James and Pinky dive into their food and the video ends and we return to James and Pinky in their dressing room.
James: That was a nice video eh? Better than watching comments by most of the other wrestles in Sin City Wrestling. So here I am at Climax Control 170. If Management needs someone to step up and enter a match due to someone not showing up for their match let me know.
The crowd goes wild inside of the arena as the camera pans the audience. They wave their signs around and tug at their shirts of their favorite SCW stars and Bombshells. A father holds his young son on his shoulders as the child waves at the camera, smiling and pointing. This heartwarming moment is cut short as the lights go out, causing a hush to come over the crowd. Cameras strobe across the stage as "Amazing" by Hi Fashion plays over the speakers. The crowd falls to an almost instant air of disapproval as the boos ring throughout the arena. The ring crew steps through the curtains, carrying the Mean Girls signature runway extension, clipping it to the side of the apron.
Simone: Oh God... and here I thought we'd be lucky enough to see the Mean Girls fall off of the face of the planet again...
Adams: You and everyone else... Hashtag Mean Girls Facts...
The ring crew disperses by the wayside as the Mean Girls logo appears on the stage. The cameras flash brighter as the curtains are parted, and Angelica steps through them. She looks from side to side before holding her nails out in front of her. She studies them for a second before strutting forward, allowing her dark waves to bounce over her Burn Book printed dress. As she is half way down the ramp, Veronica steps through the curtains, a tiara placed neatly in her hair, and a fur coat around her tightly. She steps to the center of the stage and looks back and forth between each side of the audience. An unusual smirk is on her face as she teases at the two middle buttons around her waist. She unbuttons them, and drops the fur to the ground, revealing... the Bombshell Roulette Championship?
Adams: What the...? But she lost the title to Amy Marshall at Inception II!
Simone: My bet is that this is a replica belt, unless Ms. Marshall did the unthinkable and gifted it back to her.... No, it's definitely a replica...
Mercedes steps out in an eye-catching wine halter dress and the slit cut details ideally highlight her sexy appeal. The Argentine sports a new golden blonde hair color with a black rose pinned to her hair. She joins Veronica waiting for her on the ramp, then the pair strike a back to back pose and extend their arms out into gun poses. Veronica goes into a scattershot attack scanning the area while Mercedes does a sniper pose and keeps her eyes focused on her invisible target ahead. Once all three ladies have made it to the head of the ring, the lights come back on to see Delia Darling standing center stage, a white fedora hat over her long platinum locks, and a revealing white catsuit. She has the Burn Book in her arms as she narrows her eyes, staring at the ring. Veronica, Angelica, and Mercedes all nod their heads, beckoning her forward. She looks up at the lights for a moment before holding the book out in front of her, marching forward in only the way Delia Darling does... fierceness! She pauses halfway down the runway, looking into the Burn Book, ripping out a few pages and letting them rain down into the audience. She flips her hair over her shoulders before once more stomping the runway until she meets the rest of her Mean Girls cohorts. They look to one another before stepping foot inside of the ring. They strut around, showing off what they have, and what others can't have. After a moment of soaking in the boos, they step to the center of the ring, save for Angelica, who fetches a microphone from Justin Decent. She pauses for a moment before narrowing her eyes at the audience, licking at her bottom lip in annoyance.
Crowd: Mean Girls suck! Mean Girls suck! Mean Girls suck!
Angelica: Hmmm, how long did it take for you freaking idiots to think that one up? Were you plotting it for weeks? Did you have it locked and loaded for Inception II? Well, sorry to disappoint, but it wasn't worth our time to be out there any longer than we had to be. I mean, a Lumberjill Match was bad enough, being surrounded by all of the uggos in the audience, and all of the basics and skanks of the locker room at the same time? Ugh...
Angelica pauses as the boos get louder and louder. She smirks as she nods her head, looking back to Veronica and Mercedes. She looks forward once more as she takes a deep breath to speak. However, before she can, Delia growls and rips the microphone from her hand and takes center stage without so much as a warning.
Delia: Oh em gee, Angie... Let's not rattle on and cause z'e audience to lose complete interest...
Delia pauses as Angelica looks offended by Delia's attitude. Delia waves her hair behind her in dismissal of the gaping mouth of a stunned Angelica, who scoffs and falls back in line. Delia flicks at her nails as the crowd begins to start up a chant, but before it can be heard fully, Delia's eyes widen, as she shouts into the microphone.
Delia: NO! Shut your FUCKING MOU'S! You UNGRATEFUL... STUPID... IGNORANT... INSIGNIFICANT BOTTOM FEEDERS!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!!!
Delia takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She waves Veronica over, who rolls her eyes as she gently massages Delia's temples to help relax her, though it appears to do little good.
Delia: Look, I understand z'at it is hard to see z'e big picture, when each and every one of you have such a small screen, but booing is not going to help you fully understand what is right in front of you...
Crowd: BOOOOO!!!
Delia: Look, I met most of you at z'e meet and greet prior to z'e show, and I have to say... I've decided I am in favor of abortion in cases of incest, and... well, let's just say, San Bernadino is z'e armpit of California so... What can I say? I'm above you all, and you can't stand it. But, important people are talking, so...
Delia raises her hand and slowly brings her fingers against her thumb, and makes a gentle zipping motion. This causes an even louder roar, but Delia no longer heeds to the demands of the crowd as she begins to pace slightly.
Delia: You see, Mean Girls are z'e most underrated stable in SCW history. I know most of z'e new faces don't realize it, but we are z'e sole reason anyone pays attention to z'e Bombshell Division. We are z'e reason z'e Bombshell Division is respected worldwide. We made z'e division. Now, I can't say we were z'e first to get a little attention, but we were z'e first who demanded it, week in, and week out. I was your last SCW Bombshell Champion, because I was your FIRST... WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPION! Some lessers around here seem to have forgotten, or perhaps z'eir egos just won't allow z'em to acknowledge z'e very clear fact. I made each and every one of you ungrateful girls in z'e back. No... no... WE...
Delia points to Mercedes and Veronica, conveniently leaving Angelica out of the equation.
Delia: Sure, Mercy was late to our party, but she was beating respect into z'e Bombshell Division long before she joined us. And Veronica... well, you're fabulous, henny. Don't let anyone tell you z'at you couldn't even beat Celeste Nor's wis'out our help... even if it is true...
Crowd: *POP!*
Delia: We brought much to z'e table back in 2014 and 2015. From z'e few who have acknowledged all we've done for z'is division, NAY! Z'is company... we are hearing "Bitch, it's not 2014 anymore. It's 2017." You're right. Yes, yes, I rarely do z'is, but I concede. However, we are not Misty. We are not Vixen. We are not some washed up has-beens coming back to make a much needed dollar off of nostalgia. We left, because we wanted to. We knew we would pic z'is back up eventually, but quite honestly, we were bored wi's z'e same old competition. One can only beat Roxi Johnson into submission so many times, am I right? One can only listen to Misty's pas'etic attempts to stay relevant for so long! We were trying to do a kindness by sharing z'e spotlight wi's os'er competition. We planned to change our image to try to be nicer to z'e Bombshells. We really were, right ladies?
Delia turns slightly as Veronica, Mercedes, and Angelica all nod their heads, doing their best to make the audience buy into it.
Delia: But, it appears z'at SCW needs a reminder of just who has made z'em relevant. You ladies need a reality check, and we are going to give it to you. No more nice Mean Girls. We gave you your chance to show us z'e respect we rightfully deserve, and you've spit in our faces. We gave you z'e option of z'e easy way, but it looks like we're going to have a repeat of 2014, because we're going to do z'is z'e harrrrrrrrd wayyyyy...
Delia doesn't bother to turn around as she keeps her eyes focused on the ramp. However, she reaches back to hand the microphone off to Mercedes before stepping slowly to the side.
Mercedes Vargas: There will be no regrets, no remorse, no restraint, and no rest for the wicked. Because in the Bombshells Division - OUR DIVISION - only the strong survives. And there's only two things you can do about it...
Mercedes adjust her microphone and speaks slowly, and clearly articulates her next words.
Mercedes Vargas: Nothing and like it!
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!!!
Mercedes taps against the microphone a few times and the camera pans the audience as some fans are covering their ears from the feedback. Back to the ring, Mercedes smiles as she holds up the microphone.
Mercedes Vargas: Is this thing on? Because it's getting ready to be on.
A "what" chant starts up, though Mercedes seemingly starts speaking faster to drown it out.
Mercedes Vargas: Before Inception II, we had no wins to our name in 2017. As we stand here tonight after the supercard, we have no gold around our waists. And I bet the sight of that make you people all feel warm and fuzzy inside, doesn't it? I bet the sight of Amy Marshall winning her eighth title and tying my record for most championships won in SCW makes you feel good! Or that we're entering "the Grace Era." Well, newsflash: we don't NEED championships to be relevant. We ruled shows with attitude and presence. When we win or lose, people notice. When we take weeks off, people notice. Hell, we SNEEZE and people notice. Does anyone care who holds the highest title this division has to offer let alone the other titles? They're lucky if they're barely mentioned above a whisper on anyone's lips. They don't like us, that's a given, but they sure as hell know who we are.
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!!!
Mercedes Vargas: People call us out and scramble to get the hell out of our way because we have proved that with or without a title, the Mean Girls STILL are the most dominant force in this division. We're STILL the ones to beat...the alpha females... the status quo of this company. And no phony religion, era, or Bombshell will ever change that.
Mercedes glances at the ramp before turning back to the crowd.
Mercedes Vargas: Tell me, where were your heroes, hmm? Where were the ones who represent the division? The faces of SCW? Nowhere to be seen. You should be grateful. Without us, there would be no one to truly hate, no one to rally against and want to defeat. You all pissed and moaned that we were the problem, that we held you back...pushed you down. The truth is every single one of you would be nothing without us.
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!!!
Mercedes Vargas: So that's why at Inception II, in my finest hour, I looked back at every girl who surrounded that ring in my match and once again overcame the odds. And the best part? Two Sundays ago, I didn't just beat Celeste North, I didn't just beat a whole lockerroom of Bombshells, I beat all of you. The little people. The critics, the doubters, the naysayers who all thought I was going to lose another match. Whether Celeste put up a fight or not, the outcome would have been the same.
Crowd: BOOOOOOO!!!!!
Mercedes Vargas: Because while The Nobodies may have broken up, you're still just like these lowlifes in this arena tonight, Celeste - a nobody.
The capacity crowd showers Mercedes with boos in response to her insult towards them.
Mercedes Vargas: Even if you wanted to follow Alexis and grovel at Austin Parker's feet and beg him to resurrect your career, it wouldn't change a thing. Nobody thinks you are world championship material, nobody wants to see you become champion, and nobody cares about your dreams and aspirations. At Inception II, I was the reality staring you dead in the face and after the bell you found yourself staring up at the lights. I can finally cross your name off my checklist. In fact, tonight, I'm making it official.
Mercedes hands the microphone to Veronica and walks over to the corner turnbuckle as she is handed her clipboard by a stagehand nearby. She circles back to the rest of the Mean Girls and looks at the clipboard before showing it to the crowd. The camera zooms in showing Celeste's name written in capital letters. Without further delay, Mercedes places a firm line through Celeste's name to the delight of the boos directed at her as she raises the clipboard in the air. Veronica twirls the microphone in her hand as she props the replica Bombshell Roulette belt up on her shoulder, much to the dismay of the fans. She takes a deep breath, ready to sling some sort of an insult at the audience when the lights go black. The audience buzzes for a second until "Sex Metal Barbie" by In This Moment begins to play. The audience erupts into cheers as a spotlight shines on the curtains. Moments later, the curtains part, and two women wearing potato sacks with black x's stitched over the eyes step through, holding them open for a third woman wearing a sack on her head steps through, big black buttons over the eyes. She steps almost seductively to the center of the stage before gently ripping the mask off of her face. The lights return to normal as the music continues to play, Celeste North staring down at the Mean Girls inside of the ring with an almost wicked grin on her face. Mercedes and Veronica taunt her, trying to tempt her inside of the ring for a beatdown of epic proportions, but Celeste just stands there, her two lackey's in tow. Veronica drops the microphone to the mat, kicking it to the outside as she waves Celeste forward. Delia saunters over to the edge of the ring, sitting on the middle rope to hold it open for Celeste, who doesn't even react. Instead, she cackles before turning to walk away. The audience boos slightly until Celeste turns, around, pointing to Delia, mouthing the word "Soon...", disappearing behind the curtains, her two unknowns following shortly behind her.
Simone: That was... strange, but it appears that Celeste is far from finished with the Mean Girls, making a bold statement tonight.
Adams: To me, it seems like Celeste has a death wish. Many have tried to tear down the Mean Girls, and no one has ever succeeded. It's been nice knowing ya, Ms. North...
Backstage in the staff and wrestlers' recreation area, Despayre S-L-O-W-L-Y rises up from behind the sofa that is stationed in front of the monitors the competitors use to keep track of the show's progress, and prior to the show, play video games should they be so inclined on the gaming systems brought in for their use.
On top of Despayre's head is a military helmet and only the top half of his head can be seen as he looks left and right, seeking his tormentor, Raynin!
Despayre: It's okay. I think the coast is clear.
To whom is he speaking? The teddy bear Angel's own head rises up next, his own head covered in a bite sized helmet of his own. Angel starts to rise further when Despayre pulls him back down and ducks behind the sofa entirely himself. The reason being the tell-tale sound of heels on the building's tile floor and past the rec area walks Janet the Makeup Lady. She passes the area completely and meanders on down the hall to her own work station. Only then does Despayre (and Angel) rise up again.
Despayre: I swear Angel! I don't know what we're going to do about that girl! She's absolutely relentless! ... Did you hear that!? ... No? See? She's got me all paranoid!
As he continues to cautiously look around, another figure enters the scene from behind him in the hall in a silent manner. Ben Jordan aka 'the Cockney King' glances about, as if looking for someone. In his hand is an autographed 8x10 portrait of himself, and on it is inscribed "To Angel..."
Ah yes! The much desired autograph from Ben for Angel! And being the good sort of bloke he is, Ben made the journey for the express purpose to hand deliver said autograph! Glancing around, Ben spots the crouched form of Despayre with his back turned to him -- and an impish smile crosses his face. Ben then begins to top-toe up silently behind Despayre and he leans in R-E-A-L close and...
Ben: BOO!
Despayre lets loose a loud shriek and leaps to his feet! He blindly swings Angel around wildly and clobbers Ben upside the head hard enough that it sends 'the Cockney King' tumbling over the back of the sofa! Despayre takes off in a mad dash, and slowly Ben rises up from the sofa, his eyes wide and hair mussed...
Ben: Yeah well ... I suppose I had that coming.
Adams: It's time to see the battle of the Halich brothers! Woo!
Simone: Battle of the Halich Brothers? That's what you're calling this?
Adams: Oh no. Not me! The little birdie writing this!
Simone: What?
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.
Justin: Ladies and gentleman the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first from Jet City...Weighing in at one hundred ninety-nine pounds...Kris Halc!!!!
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.
Simone: Earlier this week Jet City posted a poll on Twitter to see who everyone wants to see win this match, and for the most part it was split right down the middle all week.
Adams: Yeah but I think Jason ended up winning that poll in the end! He's got the experience that Kris doesn't have. But I voted for Kris...
Simone: Aren't we supposed to be the unbiased ones, Jason?
Adams: Ummm...
As Kris 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 and he waits in one of the corners, staring at the entrace.
The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts and the fans all on their feet and their is actually a "Jack of Hearts" chant that is overpowering the boos of some of the people that have known the man longer. The reaction is overwhelmingly positive as they wait for the man. Then fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. JHalc leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then goes almost down to one knee. Through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp. Feeling the music of his entrance JHalc waves his hand behind his head as he rocks back and forth.
As the lift becomes level with the stage, massive orange and purple pyro shoots from the ceiling down to the stage hitting on both sides of the smoke cloud on the stage. The lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. JHalc steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. Black boots and his red and purple shorts are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing a black shirt that reads "JHalc has arrived" across the front.
Simone: Kris is just staring at Jason. He really looks ready for this match.
Justin: And his opponent...Making his way to the ring and weighing in at two hundred eighteen pounds, from Jet City he is "The Jack of Hearts, JHalc!
The fans continue their previous chant and now not a boo can be heard from the crowd. The reaction is unanimously positive though far from a babyface's standing ovation. JHalc makes it down the ramp uncharacteristically giving high fives to fans. He reaches ringside and before sliding in the ring takes off his shirt and flips it into the front row.
Adams: Let's go Kris! I've got a fiver riding on you!
Simone: Good grief, Jason!
Once Jason's music dies down, he and Kris stand across the ring from one another with referee Jacob Summers standing between them. Kris and Jason are staring at one another as the crowd's chattering starts to get louder and Jacob finally calls for the bell!
DING! DING! DING!
The crowd delivers a huge pop as Jason and Kris start circling one another around the ring, each one waiting for the other to make the first move.
Simone: This one might take some time to get started, Jason. I'm sure each of them is playing over in their minds just what the other will do to make their first move.
Adams: No one knows the other better than they do! Let's get this started, Halich Bros!
Jason and Kris stand several feet away from one another, Jason has his arms out ready to grapple with his brother and Kris looks like he's debating it. The two take slow steps towards one another as the crowd starts getting louder, starting a mixed chant for the tag team champions.
Crowd: Let's go Jason! Let's go Kris! Let's go Jason! Let's go Kris!
Simone: And their still split it seems.
Jason and Kris start to feed off the chants as the get just inches away from one another. Just as they are about to lock arms, though, Kris quickly dives down taking Jason down with a shoulder to his bad right knee! Those rooting for Jason let out boos at this display, but those backing Kris cheer loudly and before Kris can make quick work at targeting Jason's knee, Jason rolls under the bottom rope and out of the ring and Kris jumps back to his feet staring at his brother with a grin. Jason grins back and shakes his head as Jacob orders Jason to get back in the ring!
Simone: That shouldn't have come as a surprise to anyone. Kris will use any advantage he has over his brother, including Jason's bum knee.
Adams: Jason better watch it now!
Simone: I think he was fully expecting that.
Kris takes a few steps back, giving his brother the space to get back in the ring. Jason keeps his eyes on Kris the entire time, knowing full well it could be a trap and when he reaches for the rope and pulls himself up to the apron, he's proven right as Kris uses his speed to dart across the ring right at his Jason! Jason quickly steps to the side, but Kris does a baseball slide under the bottom rope and to the outside! Before Jason can even try and step back into the ring through the ropes, Kris grabs his right ankle and trips him down off the apron! Jason's face bounces off the ring apron and Kris goes to work!
Adams: Kris' speed already proving to be a huge advantage over Jason's.
Simone: That it is, but I'm sure Jason will find a weakness in his brother.
Kris gets in a few right shots to Jason, trying to wear him down, before he grabs him and rolls him back in the ring! Jason is still holding his face as Kris jumps up to the ring apron and then jumps up to one of the top turnbuckles, staring down at Jason. Jacob Summers checks on Jason for a quick moment but has to dart out of the way as Kris leaps of the top turnbuckle going for a diving elbow to Jason! Jason rolls out of the way just before Kris hits him and Kris' elbow instead connects with the canvas and he holds it with a clear pained expression on his face but Jason rolls away and gets to his knees, staring at Kris who is trying to get feeling back into his elbow!
Adams: Ouch. He landed right on his funny bone!
Simone: Yeah but Kris isn't laughing!
Jason gets back to his feet and takes the few steps over to Kris, reaching down and pulling him up to his feet. Kris is still shaking his right elbow, trying to get feeling back into it, but Jason grabs his right arm, twists it and then wrenches it behind Kris' back, inflicting more pain and pressure on what could be an already painful injury! Kris fights through the pain as Jacob Summers asks him if he wants to quit, but she shakes his head and Jason increases the pressure!
Simone: Jason doing what Kris tried to do earlier. Using an injury to his advantage. If Kris' elbow is really hurt, that won't be good for him.
Adams: I'm tellin' ya, that funny bone is no joke! Hahaha!
Kris continues to shake his head, refusing to submit and give in to the pain. He tries slapping at Jason, trying to get him to break the hold, but Jason just wrenches his arm again and Kris lets out a pained yell! It almost looks too much for Kris to handle, but in one quick move, he spins around with Jason still holding on to his right arm, but he's met with a standing clothesline that sends him crashing right down to the canvas! Kris holds continues to hold his arm and Jason drops down, pinning his shoulders to the mat!
1!
2!
Kris kicks out!
Adams: Really? He tried pinning him after a simple clothesline?
Simone: Hey, if the pain in Kris' arm is too much for him to handle, it could have worked...
Jason shakes his head and gets back to his feet. He reaches down to pull Kris back up to his feet as well, but Kris thinks quick and grabs Jason's ankle with his good arm, pulling his footing out from beneath him! Jason falls backward and his head bounces off the canvas as Kris kips up to his feet and starts to stomp away at his brother's bad right knee! Brace or no brace, the kicks to the knee seem to have the effect Kris is hoping for as Jason's face contorts in pain and he tries to get his leg away from Kris, but Kris continues to target it, while still favoring his right elbow!
Simone: One brother has a bum leg, the other now has a bum elbow.
Adams: They're just a bad eye short of being a complete pirate!
Simone: Why do I continue to work in these conditions?
Kris shakes his right arm, slowly getting some feeling back into it and he rolls Jason over on to his stomach! He reaches down and grabs a hold of Jason's right foot and lifts him up by the leg before he brings Jason's knee crashing down against the canvas! Jason yells out in pain much like Kris had done, but Kris doesn't let up! He grabs a hold of Jason's foot again and repeats the move and Jason pulls his knee in close, clutching it and rolling around the mat! Kris goes to target it again, but Jacob Summers tells him to stand back and he goes to check on Jason for a quick moment as the crowd is once again delivering a mixed reaction. Half favoring Jason and half favoring Kris!
Adams: I think I'm gonna win some money tonight...
Simone: I wouldn't count Jason out just yet, Jason.
Adams: Can you just call him JHalc to avoid confusion?
Simone: No. I like confusing you sometimes.
Jacob Summers is checking on Jason asking him if he'd like to continue. Jason is just nodding as he's laying on his back, stretching his knee out, fighting through the pain. Kris doesn't wait a second longer after he sees Jason nodding his head and he rushes over, grabbing Jason's right leg and pulling him away! Jason, however pulls his left leg back and then kicks Kris in the gut trying to get him away! Kris doesn't let go of his leg at first, but after delivering a boot to the gut two more times, Kris stumbles back, trying to catch his breath! Jason reaches for the ropes, using them to get himself back to his feet, still favoring his right leg.
Simone: Jason is very unsteady on his feet. This isn't going to be easy for him at all.
Adams: I think he knew going into this that it wasn't going to be easy.
Jason holds on to the ropes and just as he turns around to look back to his brother, Kris comes rushing towards him and clotheslines him over the top rope! Jason crashes down to the floor and the fans in the front row are on their feet as he reaches up to the ring apron, trying to get back to his feet! Kris runs against the opposite ropes and then runs across the ring, going for a suicide dive through the second rope, but Jason darts out of the way and Kris goes flying into the barricade with his right shoulder getting most of the impact! Kris is clearly in pain as Jason limps over to him as the crowd is on their feet as Jacob yells at the two brothers to get back in the ring!
Simone: And more damage inflicted to Kris' right arm. Risky moves like that don't always pay off.
Adams: At least it wasn't his head! He could have killed a few too many brain cells!
Simone: So that's what happened to you?
Adams: Huh?
Jason and Kris are back on their feet and Jason makes it so Kris is standing straight up. He goes to deliver an uppercut, but Kris blocks it and shoves him back, and Jason's back bounces off the ring apron! Jason arches his back as pain shoots up and down his spine and Kris lunges at Jason, hitting him with a shoulder to the midsection that causes Jason's back to once again connect with the ring apron! Kris backs away and then rolls Jason into the ring under the bottom rope before he quickly pulls himself up to the ring apron and onto the top turnbuckle! He waits for just the right moment when Jason rolls onto his back before he launches himself off the top turnbuckle in a front flipping diving leg drop right across the neck of Jason!
Simone: Smackshot! He just hit the Smackshot on his brother!
Kris keeps his leg draped over his brother as Jacob drops down for the count!
1!
2!
3!!!
DING! DING! DING!
Justin: Ladies and gentleman here is your winner via pinfall...KRIS HALC!!!
Kris gets back to his feet as Jacob Summers stands on his left and raises his left arm in victory as his music hits! The fans are issuing another mixed reaction as he still favors his right arm, but he continues to shake it out, getting some feeling back into it. He looks down at Jason as he slowly gets back to his feet, finally realizing just what happened.
Simone: I don't think it really matters who won tonight. Jason put up one hell of a fight and he deserved to win just as much as Kris did. What a match.
Adams: Jet City! Jet City!
Jason is back on his feet, favoring his right leg just a bit. He's staring at Kris, slightly disappointed, and he approaches his brother. The crowd goes quiet, half expecting Jet City to implode, but Jason just grabs Kris' left arm and holds it high and the crowd applauds the display.
Adams: I'm sure Kris will still brag at the fact that he beat his brother here tonight. Expect some tweets in just a little while.
Simone: Oh I don't doubt that one. They're brothers. It happens.
Kris and Jason exit the ring a few minutes later, heading towards the backstage together, showing that Jet City is still going strong, regardless of the outcome.
Scott Oliver moves towards the catering table and begins to look over the food as he rubs his hands together. Looking around for someone to help him find a plate, he is surprised by Sam Marlowe who hands him one from behind him. Scott jumps in surprise, his hands moving to a karate pose.
Scott Oliver: Hells bells, don't sneak up on someone like that. I almost lost my appetite...well maybe just misplaced it.
Sam: Sorry Scott, I just thought I would help.
Scott lets his arms relax as he waves off her apology.
Scott Oliver: So are you getting ready for your match by slinging hash or something? Funny place to be training.
Sam: Nah, this week I am wrestling with catering, no match for me.
Scott Oliver: I can relate. I mean it is hard to deal with food you know. Do you eat a salad or pork down pasta. Chicken or beef...what will lay the smackdown on the munchies yanno. I never can decide...
Sam gives him a look of confusion as she doesn't know what to say to Scott's comments. Shrugging she moves behind the food and looks at all of it before taking a spoonful of the pasta and plops it gently on Scott's plate before handing him a wrapped roll with a smile. He looks up at Sam, his eyes lighting up as he grabs a fork and stabs at the food before shovelling it into his mouth. A cheesy grin splits his face as he turns and wanders off.
Sam: You're welcome!
"I Want it All" by Queen begins playing over the speakers to a chorus of loud boos. Shipman and Father Williams slowly walk into view. Shipman wearing his ripped jeans, and wife beater, while Father Williams is wearing a business suit. Both men have black garbage bags in each hand.
Simone: What is he doing here? Shipman has not been scheduled to compete. And what is in those bags?
Adams: If I were a betting man I would say snakes. But if you want to walk up to Shipman and tell him while he is in the mood he is in and tell him he is not allowed to be out here, be my guest, I'll stay here where it is safe.
Simone: After Inception and the loss to Despayre I don't think Stepmom has been sleeping too good. Look at the state of his clothes. And the raccoon eyes.
Shipman slowly walks to the ring and tosses the garbage bags with ease over the top rope. He then prowls around the ringside looking for something. He grabs a few chairs and tosses them in before grabbing a microphone from Justin Decent. He walks up the ring stairs as the music fades.
Shipman: Hello... is this thing on. Can you all hear me? Good. I know we all saw what happened to me at Inception and if you all think this is over between me and Despayre than you got something else in store.
Shipman gets cracked in the side of the head with a fountain pop as fans boo and jeer him.
Shipman: Do that again and you will see what it is like to get forty lashes with barbed wire.
The fans cheer and rain garbage on Shipman.
Shipman: As I was trying to say before being interrupted. A feud like this is not going to end with a backslide or crucifix pin or some cheap cop out like that. I am still standing and I am still breathing. Despayre if you got any balls or your simpleton mind can grasp the severity of the situation you are in than get your ass out here right now so we can finish this.
Shipman pauses and watches the entrance ramp waiting for Despayre. The fans erupt in chants of DESPY DESPY DESPY. After a few tense moments there is no answer to Shipman's challenge.
Shipman: So either you know you can't defeat me again, or your little family is holding you back. Either way I was prepared for this nonsense from you. So everyone please focus your eyes on the center of the ring.
Shipman nods at Father Williams who rips open some of the garbage bags and dumps the contents into the middle of the ring.
Shipman: I have maimed fellow human beings; I have tortured small animals, dumped human ashes on people, and even beat cancer. Tonight I bring to you my next great moment. Earlier today myself and Father Williams went to the children's hospital on a little goodwill mission. The good deed we done was not prayers for terminally ill kids as they are screwed anyway but to confiscate all the stuffed animals located there.
Simone: That sick son of a...
Adams: I think I am going to be sick. Please viewers at home we do not condone Shipman's actions and these are his views and not of SCW.
Father Williams has a massive pile of various stuffed animals in front of him. Shipman grabs a little bear almost similar to Angel, even wearing an SCW t-shirt.
Shipman: Despayre do I got your attention yet?
Father Williams exits the ring and pulls a gas can out. He slides it into Shipman who begins dousing the pile. The camera goes into a split screen. On the left is Shipman in the ring, the right shows a frantic Despayre been restrained by Gabriel and Synn. Gabriel is trying to explain to Despayre that it is just a trap. Shipman lights the Angel-like bear on fire.
Simone: Those are toys that belong to ill children.
Adams: Shipman has gone too far this time. Somebody stop him before he burns the whole building down.
Shipman catches a glimpse of Despayre fighting on the big screen and drops the burning bear and grabs a chair. He charges backstage with a sick smile on his face. The view changes to backstage and sees Shipman pacing the halls following the sounds of a commotion. Shipman comes to a door marked with the Sins logo and he begins beating on it with the chair.
Shipman: Come on guys let me in. Give peace a chance. You are making me feel like a Muslim trying to enter America.
Shipman beats on the door a few more times as shouts from the other side are telling Despayre to stop.
Shipman:Fine if that is how it is going to be. I played your game at Inception, on February 26th, you play mine. Shipman versus Despayre part two. This time inside my House of Fun. No matter your outcome tonight whether you win or lose your internet championship, I will still kick your ass all over my home.
Shipman throws the chair at the door one last time and slowly walks away smirking.
Alana is seen backstage walking the hallways. Wearing a Chicago Cubs shirt and Blue jeans, with a pair of white Nikes. After a moment of reflection she produces a cell phone making sure the camera gets a perfect shot of her tag team title around her waist. She scrolls through her contacts hitting Eyesnsane and the phone in her hand begins to ring......
Eyesnsane: Yo double A, what's good boss lady?
Alana: I spoke with the SCW heads and they wanted me to explain to them just what it is that you and Jon want.
Eyesnsane: Hold on what? Gimmie a second.
Alana: What's all that noise?
Eyesnsane: Oh I'm at the LAW event, I'm about to watch Orchid beat some lady named Sam Tolson.
Alana: Ummm ok, but Eyes you do know...
Eyesnsane: It's like killing two birds with one stone because I have to fight her over in Honor in a few days. Now what were you saying about SCW?
Alana: I need to tell Underwood and Ward about how you guys want to come back.
Eyesnsane: Oh so they were not down for our rematch at that pay per view?
Alana: It was expressed to me that during you and Jon's absence other teams have stepped up, so....
Eyesnsane: Other teams? Who? The Surf boys? Who?
Alana: So what I'm getting at is what would be your next choice?
Eyesnsane: Fuck it, let's all fight about it then.
Alana: Could you maybe let me know who all is?
Eyesnsane:Whoever these teams are that stepped up. I say they put us all in a battle royal and let us fight it out, winner get the title shot at that pay per view.
Alana: Okay, I can take that to them. Let me just find out what Jon thinks about everything.
Eyesnsane: Oh ok word, but I sure he is fine with this as we may have already talked about.. Oh look ...Click!...
Alana: hold on a second...Hello? Hello? Damn it Eyes
Alana sees to her left Dax walking down the hallway. Alana hangs up her phone call with Eyesnsane.. Dax walks by and sees Alana standing alone. Alana will nod at Dax..
Alana: Hey Song told me to tell you thanks for working with her a few weeks back and hopes to do stuff with you in the future.
Dax: Ah, def. Def. So, um, you look a little lost... Like me trying to find the answer to a complicated math problem, like 2 + 2 + 3. Man, those extra digits just get my head like... *mimics head exploding*
Alana: Nah, I just got to get a hold of Jon Dough.
Dax: Ah, so like... A dude with a green mask, all mysterious like? Kinda like the bruh standing right behind you?
The camera turns around and we see Jon Dough. In his green mask in his wrestling gear. The crowd pops!
Alana: I thought you were still in China. From now on can you please give me a heads up when you change countries? Anyway it looks like plan A for you guys return is a no go with the company so we need a plan B. Eyes just suggested that we ask for a battle royal to determine the number one contender.
Jon: Oh yeah he and I spoke about that a few weeks back.
Alana: So you're still good with this because this is what I'm going to take to them?
Jon steps towards the camera and addresses the fans.
Jon: Do you all want to see a BR for the number one contendership for the SCW Tag Team Titles?
Crowd: Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Jon takes a step back and looks at Alana.
Alana: You could have just said yes instead of being an asshole about it.
Alana Walks away
Alana: Smart ass
Crowd starts to laugh
Jon: So how is everyone doing... Now that i got the camera all to myself.
Jon gets a phone he grabs his phone and looks at the camera.
Jon: Hello SONG!!!
The fans pop!
Song: Wait did I just hear that correctly? Are you going to have all the teams compete in a battle royal to determine the number one contenders?
Jon: Oh hey Alana its for you!
Alana stops and comes back toward Jon, getting closer to the phone.
Alana: Damn it tell them what we talked about, Song!
Song: I say we have all the Bombshells tag teams in one match and let the Roulette Wheel determine the match!!!
Jon looks at the camera taking a step forward.
Jon: Well fans you all heard her, what do you all think?
The fans cheer on as Jon Dough nods at the camera. Jon takes a few steps back to stand next to Alana.
Jon: So I guess you have a few things to talk about with the bosses. Hey while you're there. Tell them...
Jon looks at the camera.
Jon Dough: I'm Back!!!!The scene comes back in with Despayre running with Angel through the corridor once more. He takes a wrong turn and ends up down a dead end. He stops and starts frantically looking for a way out, when Raynin appears at the end of the hallways.
Raynin: There you are! Finally!! The chase was totes awesome, but now, it's time to let our lips do the talking, don't you think?
She slowly approaches Despayre who tries to flatten himself against the wall, then holds up Angel by his arms, and you can see two popsicle sticks on the ends of his arms, so that with the way Despayre is holding him, they form a cross. Raynin chuckles and gets inches away from the pair.
Raynin: Crosses are vampires. I'm not a vampire, that's my partner. Now, put those things away. It's time to show me how much you missed me, babes.
Raynin holds her arms out and Despayre wails.
Despayre: Don't do it!! No kissing me!!
Raynin stops short and blinks quickly a few times, looking confused..
Raynin: Wait, what?!!
Despayre: Youv'e been chasing me around all night, just like all of the other ladies have, and when they do that, it's cause they want to smoochie smoochie with me, and that's just so eww! So please, spare me!!
Despayre closes his eyes, still brandishing Angel as if to ward off evil, when he hears a smooching sound. He doesn't feel anything on his skin though, so e carefully opens one eye and sees Raynin kissing Angel. Despayre gasps and pulls the beloved teddy back, looking from Raynin to Angel in shock.
Despayre: What do you think you're doing?!!
Raynin chuckles and reaches out and strokes the top of Angel's head.
Raynin: It's simple Despayre... I wasn't chasing you, I was chasing my Angel Wangel Wubby Bear here. I missed him so much while I was away, and I just had to give him some sweet smoochies.
Despayre gets a disgusted look on his face.
Despayre: Eeewww!!! Stop that! Stop it, stop it right now!! That's sick!! He's a teddy bear for Pete's sake!
Raynin makes a purring sound and kisses her fingers and puts them on Angels lips.
Raynin: I know... I just love a fuzzy guy.
Despayre stops and suddenly looks at Angel, his face in total shock.
Despayre: What did you just say?!! You want more??!! Oh My GOODNESS!! I have NEVER heard you talk like that before, Angel!! I'm taking you to the bathroom, and I'm going to wash your mouth out with soap, Mister!!
Despayre puts Angel over his shoulder and storms out of the hallway, as Raynin calls after them.
Raynin: Love you Boo!! Call me!!!
As Despayre disappears around a corner, the last thing you see is Angel looking back at Raynin before they head out of sight and the scene fades.
Simone: At Inception II Crystal Millar's long title was finally ended when Melody Grace won the Fatal Four Way Match which also featured Jessie Salco and Mikah, Polly Playtime meanwhile retained the Bombshell Internet Championship in her match against Kate Steele and tonight the bosses have decided to put the two champions in a match together!
Adams: Neither title is on the line but you can bet your bottom dollar that any of the Bombshells in the back will be watching this one closely, especially Jessie, Mikah, Crystal and Kate!
Simone: That pretty much goes without saying, let's take it to Justin!
Justin: The following is a champion vs. champion match scheduled for one fall!
"I wish it could ALWAYS be Playtime."
Justin: Introducing first!
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 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 reigning Bombshell Internet Champion and the girl that loves to play... POLLY PLAYTIIIIME!!!"
As her name is being announced, Polly then grins and skips off 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.
Simone: I think it's safe to say that any thoughts in regards to Polly being a fluke champion where dashed when she retained the title over Kate at Inception II!
Adams: Let's not forget that she successfully retained the title twice against Mercedes Vargas! Granted the second time was after Celeste North laid out Mercedes, Delia and Veronica with chair shots but she retained the title the first time around after she just won it from Kate! If that doesn't cement her as a fighting champion, then nothing will!
Justin: And her opponent!
The cameras scan back to ring side while the lighting in the arena dims down to nothing. In the background a techno bass drum solo comes to life on the personal address system, before an array of bright colored lights start flickering sporadically. "I'm laid back, I'm feeling this" sounds, alerting the crowd to the beginning of let's get ridiculous by Red Foo. As the arena comes to life with a night club vibe the lighting at the top of the ramp picks up. The lighting picks up the movement of the black curtains being pushed to the side and out walks two large muscular men. The men are dressed only in a pair of white shiny pants, while their shoes are made out to be horse hooves on top of their heads in a large Unicorn head hiding their identity. As the two shirtless giants make their way onto the stage, it's brought to everyone attention that they are each dragging a long thick piece of white rope. As the two men continue down the walkway, the item that they are pulling finally pops out from behind the curtain.
Justin: Making her way to the ring, from St. Helena California she is Sin City Wrestling's Little Miss Sunshine and the reigning World Bombshell Champion Meeeeeellloooody Grrraaaaacee!!!
The fans come to life with cheers as now on top of the stage Melody is seen sitting on top of a carnival ride. She's seated on a large white Unicorn who is sliding up and down a golden pole; like a merry go round. Sitting side saddle in-between, the wings of the unicorn Pegasus Melody starts waving adoringly to her fans, who are cheering her on. The two giant men drag the Carnival ride to the middle of the ramp way before each setting down their ropes and making their way towards the moving horned horse. Both men reach up and grab onto Melody's delicate figure and help her down from the unicorn. Giving each of the boys a firm hug the bubbly blonde takes off towards the ring slapping the fans hands along her way. While the men drag her noble steed back up the ramp, Melody finally reaches the ring steps that she quickly runs up. Walking along the ring apron giving the fans a little shake of her tail feathers before stepping over the middle rope Mel enters the ring. Making her way around the six-sided ring Melody is waving wildly at the fans, while dancing unable to contain her excitement. As her theme dies down of the personal address system Melody makes her way over to her corner and takes off her furry hood making sure that she puts it down gently.
Simone: Melody on the other hand had to beat three other Bombshells to win the title and at one point it looked like any of the four competitors in that match could walk out with the World Bombshell Championship!
Adams: But in the end Melody was the last Bombshell standing, time will tell if she can hold on to the title or be a one-defense wonder but it's safe to say that people are taking her seriously!
Melody hands over her title to Drew who then waits for Polly to do the same, however she has a different idea and that idea is blasting Melody in the face with the Bombshell Internet Title! Drew admonishes her for the cheap shot but all Polly does in response is shove the title into his hands and for a cover as soon as the bell rings.
Simone: That was low and I've seen a lot of dirty tactics in my time as a wrestling commentator.
Adams: And if it works we might have a record for shortest match involving the World Bombshell Champion in SCW History!
1.......2.......and Melody kicks out!
Simone: Looks like that record still stands!
Adams: And Polly's not happy about it!
Polly gets in Drew's face over her pin-fall attempt not ending the match but Drew is adamant that his pin-fall was fair, rather than give Melody a chance to recover Polly gets on top of her and starts firing shots at her head busting her open in the process, Drew applies a five count before forcing Polly to back off and give Melody a chance to recover but that only causes Polly's previous argument with Drew to resume, this time around Polly's argument is broken by Melody rolling her up 1.......2........
Simone: And Polly kicks out!
Adams: I'm surprised Melody's still conscious after taking the Bombshell Internet Championship to the face!
Polly is the first one to her feet as Melody is still trying to regain her bearings after the shots to the face and the bleeding isn't helping either so Polly, after rubbing her heel in Melody's abdomen/upper torso, drags her over to a nearby corner and starts to climb to the top rope, when she gets to the top rope she takes a moment to straighten herself before hitting a splash off the top rope! Polly goes for a cover on Melody 1....2......and Melody kicks out! Rather than argue with Drew Polly instead goes for another cover whilst putting her legs on the middle turnbuckle for extra leverage.
Simone: 1.........2.........
Adams: And Drew catches Polly's cheating! Then again, Stevie Wonder could've seen that blatant cheating if he was the ref for the match!
Polly tries to argue that she didn't intend to cheat but Drew, off course, is having none of her excuses as Melody pulls herself to her feet using the ring ropes to help her up in the process, Polly turns around and without hesitation Polly slaps the taste out of Melody's mouth before grabbing her by the hair and going for an Irish Whip only for it to be reversed by Melody so Polly ducks down for a backdrop on the rebound, all this gets Polly is a Sunset Flip by Melody who holds on for the pin 1.......2.......and Polly kicks out, Polly rolls back to her feet whilst Melody is a bit more sluggish due to her blood loss and when Melody gets to her feet Polly charges........right into a Superkick!
Simone: Polly's going to feel that in the morning!
Adams: Fortunately for her Melody can't go for a pin attempt because of her blood loss!
That is indeed the case as both Bombshells are down for the count it seems so Drew starts applying a ten count, by the time Drew's count reaches seven Melody starts to stir and drapes an arm across Polly's chest 1.........2.......and Polly kicks out! Melody lets out a scream in frustration as she pounds the matt but Drew maintains that his pin-fall was fair as Polly gets to her feet, sensing an opportunity Polly climbs to the middle turnbuckle and waits for Melody.
Simone: Polly has something in mind!
Adams: She had better not wait too long!
Melody gets to her feet and Polly goes for a dive only for Melody to duck out of the way, Polly lands on her feet but her leg buckles indicating that she injured it in the landing and once Melody sees this she trips up Polly and locks in the MGC on Polly's bad leg!
Simone: Melody has the MGC locked in!
Adams: And Polly has nowhere to go! She landed in the middle of the ring!
Polly tries to withstand the pain but it's no use and she has no choice but to tap out!
Justin: Here is your winner by submission, the World Bombshell Champion Melody Grace!
Simone: Melody wins in impressive fashion but if I where her I'd be worried about her blood loss!
Adams: I'll give credit to Polly for her effort here tonight but I can't help but feel the same about her leg! Either way this is great news for either of their future challengers!
Paramedics soon come down to the ring to check on the Bombshells but Melody doesn't let that stop her from celebrating.
In the halls of the backstage area of the Coussoulis Arena is located the offices of the SCW Co-Owners Christian Underwood and "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward. The duo had used to share an office to coincide their teamwork and partnership, but the recent falling out has caused the two men to simply share cadjoining offices so as to not antagonize the other -- for the time being.
The crowd boos as on the camera they see Christian Underwood, recently having went through an attitude change of sorts, sitting at his desk. He is leaning back in his office chair, ankle kicked up over a knee while watching the monitor and proceedings of the current edition of Climax Control when there is a knock on the door of the office.
Christian: Come in!
The door opens, and into the scene walks Calvin Harris, and close behind him, Xander Bishop. The duo are greeted with scorn directed at Calvin, and cheers for Xander. Two men who have nothing to do with one another so then why...?
Christian: Ah, yes!
Smiling, Christian reaches up and switches the sound off of the monitor so that he can speak freely to the two men standing before him, unsure of why they are here.
Christian: I know the two of you aren't scheduled to compete here tonight, but I do have to thank you for coming here as instructed.
Xander: "You's welcome bossman."
Calvin Harris: Right, so what's the deal?
Christian smiles.
Christian: You see, I just want you two -- and everyone out there watching -- to know that just because I'm a raging bitch, it doesn't mean that I'm not fair or that I don't reward those who desreve it. And I want you both to know that I was very impressed with the efforts you put forth in the King of the Hill match at Inception II. Mark is too, but that doesn't matter because we're here to discuss something important.
Calvin Harris: You may be impressed, I wasn't. I know I performed damn near better than everyone in that match and I should be the one standing here with that brief-case. But ultimately, what happened is what happened. I on the other hand wasn't impressed.
Xander: "Which is?"
Christian: Well I asked you both here tonight to make an annoubncement, and to ask you a question. First, I was wondering what you two thought of our reigning Internet Champion, Despayre.
Calvin Harris: All due respect, he must not be that great of a champion. His name doesn't come up nearly as much as the other champions that are on this roster. Sounds to me the guy is just skating on by, but other than that. I don't really know too much about him. Although, I'll look forward to the chance of stepping into the ring with him some time in the future and proving my worth.
Christian's eyes shift over to Xander.
Xander: "He not the champ for nothin' you's know but I's would make a betta' one..."
Christian nods.
Christian: Hm, interesting. You both know that he's scheduled tonight, correct? And this may prove a moot point because he might not be the champion once the night is over. It's just that lately I think the kid has gotten sloppy. You saw how Shipman trounced him at Inception II, and yes, he did win, but really. I think he's in need of new and fresh challenges, and that's where you two come in.
He points at Calvin and Xander.
Christian: I've decided that one of you two will be the man next in line to challenge Despayre at our next Supercard, Blaze of Glory VI, in March. So next week in Irvine, California, I am booking the two of you against each other in a Number One Challenger match. The winner gets to face Despayre for the title at Blaze of Glory VI. The loser?
Christian shrugs with a smile.
Christian: Is a loser.
Xander: Again' I's gotta face dis joka' jus' give me the shot at Despayre but if you's can' do 'dat then I guess...
Calvin Harris: This works for me. I've been waiting to kick your ass since you came into this company. Twice now our paths have crossed. I lasted longer than you in a Battle Royal. I outperformed you in the King of the Hill match. And now, I'm going to beat you in the middle of the ring. Do me a favor though will ya? Leave the bullshit at home, will ya? I don't need no excuses for when you find out you can't beat me, Bitchop.
Christian leans forward and rests his forearms on the edge of his desk.
Christian: You both can go now.
he makes a waving motion with his hand.
Christian: Shoo.
That being said, Calvin and Xander take their leave and exit the office, shutting the door behind them.
The camera starts outside the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward. The boss himself sits in his chair just looking at a monitor. He cracks his head back as he sees himself. He turns his head towards the camera.
HS: Ah shit, when the camera's on me, it usually means...
A knock on the door causes him to sigh.
HS: That... Come in.
J2H opens the door and in he walks, the World championship over his shoulder. A slight laugh comes from Hot Stuff.
HS: You look like shit.
J2H rolls his eyes towards Hot Stuff.
J2H: Well I might not if you had better security around these events. Strangers might not be able to jump in the ring randomly.
Hot Stuff smiles towards the champion on the other side of the desk
HS: Ah, are we talking about the incident a few weeks back when Drake Green appeared and kicked ya arse a bit.
J2H: What else would we be talking about!? I wanna know what you are going to do about it.
Hot Stuff straightens up in his chair and looks towards J2H with a blank face.
HS: Drake Green doesn't work here. There's nothing I can do about it. He showed up, he kicked your arse and he left. I can't make him come here at all. I don't pay him, he's not under any contract, and to be honest, I might be a nicer guy now, but I don't really want him around.
J2H: He attacked YOUR champion.
HS: In his own time, there's nothing I can do.
J2H: Oh there is. I want you to bring Drake Green back to SCW so I can beat him around all six corners of the ring.
HS: Fly in the ointment there champ, cause one, Drake Green doesn't want to wrestle anymore, he's happy sitting at home, collecting the occasional few cents on his bargain bucket films, and two even if he wanted to wrestle again, why would I sign that major pain in the arse? Come on, the guy gives me more headaches than he gave you throwing your head off a barricade.
An unimpressed look covers J2H's face as he's met with the bosses smile.
HS: But I will admit, I did like watching him bounce you all around the Gold Coast Casino. I don't laugh out loud at many things around here being as it's taken me a while to rebuild the shit that Christian tore down when I was gone, but watching that got me laughing.
J2H: You do know I can speak to legal people about you running an unsafe working environment? Allowing random people in the crowd jumping over and beating up your employees?
HS: So you're admitting to being beaten up by a guy who hasn't thrown a punch in anger in a year? Call yourself a champion?
A look of anger crosses J2H's face.
J2H: That's not what I meant!
Hot Stuff holds his hand up towards J2H.
HS: Look, here's what I'm gonna do. I'll go reach out to the right people here and give Drake Green the option to legally beat you up, but I'm hoping he says no. I could just do with another laugh at your expense. So you turn around and walk out this office now, and I'll make a phone call or two and see if he's willing to beat you up again.
J2H: He will not beat me up!
HS: Tomato, Tomatoe. Now get.
J2H turns around, limping out of the office and shutting the door behind him.
HS: Clearly never heard of the phrase be careful what you wish for.
The camera fades as Hot Stuff picks up his phone.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the SCW Internet championship!!!
The crowd cheers as they are expecting a good contest between two fan favorites.
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.
Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Richmond Va 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!!!!!!
The pulsating beat of Orgy's "Opticon" begins to sound over the public address system of the arena. The fans turn their attention to the stage atop the entry ramp and their wait is soon rewarded. Accompanied by Synn, Despayre steps out onto the stage, holding his teddy bear, Angel, by the fuzzy arm in one hand, with Synn at his side and they are greeted enthusiastically with cheers.
Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Angel and Synn! From Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing 168 pounds -- Despayre!
Despayre holds his teddy bear pal up for the fans, and is rewarded with cheers and chants of "Angel!" "Angel!", and the "trio" begin their descent towards the ring.
Synn climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open for Despayre to carefully climb through, then the father figure steps inside himself. Despayre holds Angel up high over his head until Synn escorts him over to his respective corner for the start of the match.
Simone: Despayre putting his title on the line against the bigger man. Will Jeremiah Hardin be able to use that to his advantage??
Adams: He must!! Because when Despayre gets to his groove, he is hard to be stopped!!
The bell rings as Despayre extends his hand towards Hardin, who looks at the champion hesitantly before extending his hand and the two shake. Causing the fans to cheer as Despayre waves to the fans before suggesting a test of strength against Hardin.
Adams: He got to be kidding me.
Hardin accepts the challenge as Despayre uses his speed to quickly go for a side headlock as Hardin was focused upon raising his hand in the air. Causing Despayre to surprise him with his arm around his head as he attempts a hip toss. But Hardin gets to his vertical standing position, causing Despayre to be lift of the canvas as we can see him wiggle his feet in the air as he has got no leverage anymore. Causing the fans to laugh as we see the expression on his face.
Simone: Whoops!!
Hardin wraps his arms around the waist of Despayre as he throws him up high in the air and throws Despayre hard to the canvas as Despayre can be seen staring into the camera and tell everyone that Hardin is strong.
Adams: Understatement of the year folks!!
Despayre gets up and circles the bigger Hardin, who goes for to grab Despayre but the champ ducks him. He kicks Hardin in the back of his leg before going for a standing side headlock. He tries wrenching his arms around the head of Hardin before Hardin gets to his normal standing position as he hoists Despayre off of his feet with that move. Causing Despayre to wiggle his feet in the air before being dropped hard on the canvas with a modified Side suplex by Hardin. He then quickly gets to his feet and pulls Despayre to his feet and whips him in the ropes before going for a clothesline. But Despayre ducks and goes for a crucifix as Hardin falls backwards as Despayre got his entire body wrapped around both arms.
Jasmine: One!! Two!!
Hardin kicks out at the pin attempt, both men get to their feet at the same time as Hardin blocks a monkey flip attempt from Despayre as he charges with Despayre into the turnbuckles and drives him spine first into the buckles. Then he puts Despayre across his shoulders and executes a Samoan Drop before covering him.
Jasmine: One!! Two!!!
This time it is Despayre that manages to get his shoulder up in time, Hardin gets to his feet and grabs Despayre by the head and lifts him up as he goes for a slam, but just as he hoists him up it is Despayre that manages to escape. He lands behind Hardin and executes a dropkick to the back of Hardin as the bigger man stumbles into the ropes. Despayre jumps up the nearest top turnbuckle and jumps off with a Frankensteiner in mind that would send Hardin to the outside.
Simone: OH my!!!
Despayre manages to jump off and hit the move on Hardin, but Hardin manages to block it as he holds on to the ropes with one arm while quickly wrapping his other arm around the waist of the smaller champion. Then he grabs the legs and locks them in a Cloverleaf type way before.
Adams: Tiger Cross Suplex!!!
Simone: Good God!!!
He then drops backwards as he suplexes the champion face first into the ring before rolling him over and locks him for the three count.
Jasmine: One!! Two!!
Simone: No!!!
Somehow Despayre manages to get his shoulder up, causing Hardin to look up at Jasmine and ask her if it was a slow count or not. Jasmine shows him that it was a two count as Hardin sighs before grabbing the hair of Despayre and pulls him up before whipping him in the corner for a running clothesline.
Adams: That one was close!!!
Jeremiah drives series of elbows to the jaw of the smaller Despayre before lifting him up on the top turnbuckles and gets to the bottom turnbuckle himself before going for a Suplex from the bottom turnbuckle. He lifts him up and drops backwards, but it is Despayre that manages to shift his weight and falls on top of Hardin as Jasmine goes for another three count, but Hardin manages to get his shoulder up at the count of two. Despayre gets to his feet quickly and runs to the ropes and comes off the ropes with a Booty Bop Corkscrew Moonsault on top of Hardin before going for the cover as he hooks the left leg of Hardin.
Jasmine: One!! Two!!
Hardin manages to get his shoulder up in time, Despayre looks at Angel as if he is getting some advice and we can see Despayre look at him with a questionable look on his face as the camera zooms in on him. There you can see Despayre utter the words; Really???? Before shrugging his shoulders and grabs Hardin by the head and sets him up for....
Adams: A Powerbomb???? No way!!!
Despayre tries and tries, but obviously can't as he looks at Angel with a puzzled look on his face before Hardin Back Body Drops Despayre to the canvas. He there tries to get to his feet again and grabs Despayre and locks him in a Belly to Belly suplex before going for another cover.
Jasmine: One!! Two!! Thr..
Despayre gets his shoulder up in time, Hardin grabs him again as he lifts him up for to be lifted in the air across his shoulder for a shoulder breaker. But Despayre manages to slide behind him while grabbing the head of Hardin in the process as Despayre manages to pull out a reversed neck breaker out of nowhere. This gets the fans to their feet as they are applauding the champion as Despayre measures Hardin.
Simone: What is Despayre preparing for???
Adams: I'm sure it won't be a powerbomb!!
We see Hardin slowly moving again as he has his back turned to Despayre. Who delivers a dropkick to the back, that sends Hardin to the ropes as he leans between the middle and top rope. Despayre runs to the ropes, jumps over the top rope and delivers the double stomp to the back of Hardin's neck. Causing him to fall backwards into the middle of the ring. Despayre climbs back in the ring and does a standing Moonsault Senton on top of Hardin before rolling him up for a three count.
Jasmine: One!! Two!!! Thr...
This time it is Hardin that manages to get his shoulder up on time as Despayre looks around in amazement, not believing that Hardin managed to kick out of the series of moves that he put on him. A split screen emerges to see a replay of the stop to the outside and the moonsault senton in the ring and yet Hardin manages to stay in the match. Back to the ring we see Despayre going for a Camel clutch in the middle of the ring against Hardin. Locking his hands around the chin as the arms go across the legs of the champion. Jasmine checks on Hardin whether if he wants to give up, but Hardin refuses as he grabs both legs and manages to pull them closer to the ropes that is in front of him. Despayre trying to stop him, but the strength advantage of Hardin manages to drag himself towards the ropes by grabbing the legs of the champ and pulls him closer. He finally manages to grab the ropes as Jasmine tells Despayre to let go. The champ responds as he seizes Hardin up for a running cross body block. But Hardin manages to catch him and throws him over his head and onto the outside. But Despayre manages to land on the apron, runs to the turnbuckles as he jumps up and waits for Hardin to turn around. Just as Hardin turns around it is Despayre that jumps off and hits Hardin with a spinning Stunner in the middle of the ring before going for the three count.
Jasmine: One!!! Two!!! Three!!!
Jasmine calls for the bell as she then slides out of the ring to grab Despayre's championship belt.
Justin: The winner of this match and stilllll SCW Internet Champion!!! Despayre!!!!
Despayre celebrates his victory in the ring as the fans cheer him on. He drops to the mat and walks over to where Jeremiah is sitting up and the champion kneels down and gives him a big hug, much to the delight of the fans.
Simone: Despayre showing some appreciation for the challenge Jeremiah gave him.
Adams: Yeah and it looks like Jeremiah's not sure how to respond! Ha ha!
Let down and slightly confused, Jeremiah takes his leave from the ring as Synn joins Despayre inside of the ring while the champion hops around in his perpetual state of excitement.
Simone: That's it for this week fans! Tune in next week when we hit Irvine, California for another big edition of Climax Control!
Adams: Bye!
The screen fades to credits.
THANK YOU! to Chris, Mark, Gerrit, Annie, The Lord MK, Jenny, Derek, Marge, Andy, Xander, Ryan Keys, Shipman, Dustin, Erik, Todd, Court, Calvin Harris, Polly, Ro, and The Elders. Also to everyone who roleplayed and to Annie for the great match banners.