The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Joseph J. Gentile Arena in Chicago, Illinois. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at the fans filling the rows of seats around the grounds itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Joseph J. Gentile Arena in Chicago, Illinois 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 applauds and cheers as Amanda is escorted out onto the stage by two handsome and muscular young men. Amanda is dressed in a gown made of blue and black feathers and the two men are wearing muscle shirts and skin-tight jeans. The music starts to play and the hunks perform the dance moves right alongside Amanda's left and right sides.
Amanda: Finally it has happened to me
Meeting Mr. Right, the man of my dreams
Finally you come along
Finally it has happened to me
Finally it has happened to me
It seemed so many times he seemed to be the one
Finally you come along
Finally it has happened to me
Finally it has happened to me
Finally
True love, a feelin' I never knew
And my life was coastin' out my emotion
Then my actions
Summon me to death, you're my big mean of protection
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
My feelin's can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it
The one and only true love or at least it seems
With brown coco skin and curly black hair
It's just the way he looks at me, that gentle lovin' stare
The way I feel about you it just can't be wrong
If you only knew the way I feel about you
I just can't describe him oh no no
Right in front of my face
My feelin's can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it
Right in front of my face
My feelin's can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it
But all he ever wanted was to have a little fun
But now you've come along and brightened up my world
In my heart I feel it I'm that special kind of girl
The way I feel about you it just can't be wrong
If you only knew the way I feel about you
I just can't describe him oh no no
Right in front of my face
My feelin's can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it
Right in front of my face
My feelin's can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it
Ooooooooh finally yeah yeah
Oh
Until you came into my life and now it's real
I never knew that I would find the time
Before you I thought love was blind
Too strong for words, you're set for devotion
A-pushin' me from mutual attraction
True love, the chemical reaction
Reflect those of a way to makin' this a better love
A never ending plan like man and wife
Flavourful to my life like a spice
My one and only source of affection
So I'm puttin' all games behind me
I've been lookin' for the key to love and I've found it finally
Right in front of my face
My feelin's can't describe it
Finally it has happened to me
Right in front of my face
And I just cannot hide it
The music stops and Amanda poses with her arms held out and the two men each take a hand and kiss it as the crowd applauds.
Simone: Hello everyone and WELCOME to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control! I am Belinda Simone...
Adams: If the singular of GEESE is GOOSE, shouldn't a Portuguese person be called Portugoose? I mean, I'm Jason Adams!
Simone: *sighs* It's starting early this week. Anyway, this week we have twice the excitement as we are kicking off not just the East/Midwest SCW Tour here in Chicago, but also we begin the most anticipated event of the year!
Adams: The first round of the Blast From the Past starts tonight!
Simone: That it does with three opening round matches, but tonight we kick things off with singles competition when Amy-Jayne returns to the ring to face the woman Christian Underwood believes is the rightful number one challenger to the Bombshell Roulette title; Veronica Taylor!
Adams: Didn't `Ronnie already get beat by Amy-Jayne once?
Simone: Yes she did but Veronica is getting a chance tonight to correct that action... and is heartily complaining about the fact.
Adams: Really? Hunh! You'd think she'd want to get even with Amy-Jayne for that loss.
Simone: One would think but you never know what's going through that perfume addled brain of Veronica Taylor's. Up next is the first match in the opening round of the Blast From the Past, as Drexel Matheson returns to Sin City Wrestling to team with one-half of the Justice League, Belinda Warwick!
Adams: And look at who they're up against! Can you imagine a more volatile combo than Lord Raab and Evie Baang?
Simone: Hell I don't even think Raab and Evie know what to make of their own pairing together, but it could spell trouble for every other entrant in this tournament.
Adams: The tournament's not the only tag match tonight because the Female Elders are in action, taking on Team Technicolor!
Simone: Alana Allure and Song are aching for their return match against the new champions, Evie and Odette Stevens, but first they have to get past a very game Remi and Edie.
Adams: And Remi and Edie have already showed they can beat some of the best!
Simone: The tournament then continues as two more former SCW stars return to action, one male and one Bombshell! Trish Newborn gets a very top ranked partner in the former two-time Roulette Champion James Tuscini...
Adams: And Max Burke returns, teaming with the Grand Slam Champion, Mercedes Vargas!
Simone: Burke and Newborn really lucked out with their respective partners, but only one will advance to the Quarter-Finals.
Adams: Then if you want excitement, we got it next as we celebrate being here in Chicago with a good old fashioned Chicago Streetfight!
Simone: Somehow it only seemed appropriate to do so as the hometown boy, Eyesnsane, tests his mettle in the toughest way possible, but he's facing a man who can not only take a beating, but sure as hell dish one out to in Chris Shipman!
Adams: Shipman! Wow! I wonder which of the bosses Eyesnsane POed to get stuck in a match with that Looney Tune?
Simone: God only knows because Shipman could easily send Eyesnsane back home in shame by besting him in front of his hometown crowd.
Adams: Then the last tournament match of the night is next when Joshua Acquin teams up with Kate Steele!
Simone: And that team won't have an easy time of it when they find themselves up against the volatile combination of Amy Marshall and Dax Beckett!
Adams: Boy if we thought Raab and Evie Baang were capable of exploding, they haven't seen the Tweets going on between Dax and Amy!
Simone: And much to Dax's chagrin, Mark Ward has banned the rest of the Bad Boys from being at ringside.
Adams: Why does Dax need them at ringside anyway?
Simone: He says for moral support but that's a load of BS in my humble opinion.
Adams: Then we have a championship match for the Main Event! Steve Ramone says Ryan Keys doesn't deserve a championship match but I think Steve is just trying to avoid him.
Simone: And with good cause because despite what Steve claims, Ryan came the closest to walking out of Blaze of Glory VI a few weeks ago with that very same title around his waist.
Adams: Yeah but now Steve has to defend the title against Ryan! And Ryan has the chance to become a two-time Roulette Champion!
Simone: And it all starts here tonight in Chicago, Illinois!
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. The former SCW World Heavyweight championship sits around his waist. J2H looks around the crowd before he walks towards the ring with a confident stroll. 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 in determination. He turns to Justin who hands him a microphone. The music fades out and J2H lifts the microphone to his lips.
J2H: What? You think I would lose the belt and be gone? Fuck you!
The crowd boo as J2H looks around them, a look of confidence on his face.
J2H: I'm not like those champions of the past who lose their belts and go crying home to their mommas, that's a move I will not be doing. I'm sure you all expected me out here to be all depressed and sad and whinging about losing my title, because I always had a backup plan.
J2H taps the side of his head as he smirks around the crowd.
J2H: I know you idiots here in Chicago are a little bit slow, it's why SCW doesn't come to places like this, but I always had things covered in case that cowardice scum bag Drake Green would somehow steal my title.
The crowd instantly burst in to cheers at the name of hometown legend Drake Green. J2H rolls his eyes.
J2H: I don't know why you're cheering for him when he live thirty minutes away from here and isn't even backstage to see his home town crowd! This is the kinda man you worship, then your opinion means shit to me, but I always had a plan in case he came out and somehow stole away my title belt.
J2H points to the screen and it lights up with a scene from Blaze Of Glory VI.
Just minutes from the main event, J2H waits behind the curtain ready for his match when Ms. Rocky Mountains approaches the champion.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: J, can I have a word?
J2H looks towards her but looks past her, seeing someone else.
J2H: No, fuck off, I need to...
He walks away, clearly walking towards someone as the camera following him. He stops in front of Rage.
J2H: Just the person I wanted to see.
Rage looks down at the smaller man.
Rage: What do you need?
J2H looks up at him and starts to talk.
J2H: Man, I got this weird feeling about tonight.
Rage waves him off.
Rage: You're not gonna lose. Drake Green is a fucking hack. He don't deserves to be in the ring with anyone, let alone getting a shot at the title.
J2H: Oh trust me, he ain't gonna win bro, but the little bitch seems hell bent on trying to embarrass me. I think he has a plan for after I beat him. He knows I've beaten better than he is and he knows he has no chance against me, but I get this feeling he's got something else up his sleeve.
Rage: I know Drake Green is fucking stupid, but he's not that stupid.
J2H: He is. I think after I beat him, the little has been bastard will be attacking me and trying to steal my title or something, so I need you to do me a solid.
Rage: Yeah?
J2H: I need you to stay by the curtain and do not let him leave here with my title. No matter what, do not let him steal my title away from me. Do whatever it takes to keep him from a title steal.
Rage nods his head and looks at J2H.
Rage: Believe me, Drake Green will not be leaving here with that title.
J2H: Thanks big man.
The camera switches back to the ring where J2H stands with a smile on his face.
J2H: See, I told you I had a back up plan that even you idiots in the area, in the whole state of Chicago can see. I told Rage not to let him leave the arena with my title and he did just that, so please Chicago, please welcome to the ring, your New World Heavyweight Champion, RAGE!
Monster by Skillet starts to blast over the sound system as red strobe lights and thick smoke fill the entraceway. Moments later, the large brooding form of the new SCW World Heavyweight Champion, Rage, emerges from behind the curtain and the crowd immediately starts to boo loudly. Rage stands at the top of the entrance for a few moments with the World Heavyweight Championship draped over his shoulder and he stares down towards the ring, ignoring the fans.
After a few moments he starts to slowly walk towards the ring with a blank expression on his face as the crowd continues to boo him. Once he makes it to the ring, he grabs the second rope and pulls himself up to the ring apron and then steps over the top rope and into the ring. J2H smirks as Rage walks past him, heading over to get a microphone, before he joins J2H in the center of the ring, gripping the microphone in his hand, but waiting to speak as he looks to the World Heavyweight title on his shoulder, and then to J2H.
J2H: You did exactly what I asked you to do Rage, and that makes me proud. You stopped Drake Green from walking out of Blaze of Glory with that title belt of mine. You did that and made Drake Green remembered not just for winning the title for the forth time, but being the man to have the shortest title reign in the history of SCW.
The crowd boo towards the two smirking men in the ring.
J2H: You did that and one day when you're in the Hall of Fame, which will probably be after me of course, that will be listed as one of your achievements - Stopped Drake Green from draining the life out of SCW, but we know why you really did that Rage, why you really cashed in that King of the Hill shot.
Rage lowers his eyebrows as he looks at J2H.
J2H: You did it because you didn't wanna see my title reign end, you did it because you appreciate all I've done for you through J2Hism and you cashed it in for me, so it's time to give the fans what they want and give you the honor of handing the belt back to me.
The fans boo as J2H puts his hand on the title, but Rage grips hold of the belt, reluctant to give it up.
J2H: Oh, I get it. Your sleep is fucked up and you still think it's April 1st and you're holding on cause you wanna pull a April Fools Day joke on me. Yeah, good one but...
J2H keeps his hand on the title as he once again expects Rage to give it back to him, but things don't go as he had thought, or planned they would. Rage takes a step back, causing a confused but angry glare from the former champion standing before him. J2H raises the microphone again, looking like he's going to shout at Rage, but Rage quickly holds his hand up in front of J2H's face, silencing him...a move that clearly doesn't sit well with J2H.
Rage: You know, I've had some time to think over the past two weeks, J. A lot of time, actually. And I gotta admit, at first...at first I was going to do exactly what you wanted me to do. What you're still expecting me to do by handing over the World Heavyweight Championship back to you.
J2H raises the microphone to speak, but Rage shakes his head and quickly stops him.
Rage: No, it's my time to talk and your turn to shut the fuck up, J.
A collective "oooh" echoes throughout the building as the fans react to Rage's demand. J2H glares at Rage as Rage adjust the title over his shoulder.
Rage: I'll admit, over the last six months, I've learned a lot with J2Hism. I've seen just what it is you've done to keep this belt in your possession for over a year. I turned my back on people who have been family to me for more than ten years to try and get a leg up in this company, and now you're standing here actually expecting me to just hand this title back over to you?!
J2H nods and holds his hand out, demanding Rage hand it over. A wicked smile grows over Rage's face as he just shakes his head again.
Rage: Fuck. No. That ain't happening, J. Not now, not ever.
J2H is livid at this point and Rage just laughs.
Rage: Now I know that there are a lot of people that aren't thrilled about how I won this fucking title. They're running their mouths bitching and complaining because I cashed in on Drake after he beat you.
Rage smiles and laughs again.
Rage: Yeah, HE beat YOU, J. And maybe at the time I cashed in because I was doing YOU a favor, but the more I got to thinking, the more I realized how fucking stupid I would be to just hand this title back to you when I've been wanting to at least get a SHOT at the title for the last year now! Giving it back to you after Drake beat you cleanly would make me look worse than cashing in when Drake was too fucking stupid to see it coming!
Rage takes a step closer as J2H grips the microphone in his hand and glares at Rage.
Rage: This title...ain't going anywhere. People want to bash me for how I won it? Fucking let them. That ain't gonna stop me from doing what I've always done and that's stepping into the ring, beating this shit out of everyone they put me up against and walking out with the win. In this case...I just have a shiny title to really motivate me and prove just who is at the top of this company. Because, J...it ain't you anymore.
Rage stops mid speech when he sees Drake Green walk out from behind the curtain. Dressed in jeans and a Chicago Blackhawks t-shirt. The crowd instantly raise the roof with cheering.
Simone: Drake Green is here!
Adams: Listen to that reaction!
The fans cheer loudly as Drake stands on the top of the ramp, microphone in hand.
Drake: Chicago....
The crowd cheer loudly, drowning Drake out for a few seconds.
Drake: What time is it?
Crowd: SHOW TIME!
Drake: I said WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?
Crowd: SHOW TIME!
The crowd bursts in to loud cheers as Drake smiles and bows his head to the crowd.
Drake: I was backstage in my home town.
Drake smiles as the crowd cheer loudly again.
Drake: And I heard that you Rage, you just said people will bash you for how you won it, and I thought I should be heading that line straight up. Well done big fella, it took for you to beat a man who gave it his all to win it in the first place, only for a fresher guy to take it from him. I bet you feel so proud of yourself right now.
J2H: Hey! It's my fucking title!
Drake: Shut up Junior, adults are trying to have a conversation here.
The crowd cheer as an angry look crosses J2H's face.
Drake: Fact is James, you no longer matter because I am the latest former World champion, which puts me in line before it does you.
Drake smiles as the crowd cheer again.
Drake: You shoulda just gave the title back to the rich kid Rage, because keeping hold of it now puts you in my sight. You could have just gave it back and stepped away and saved yourself the pain that's about to come towards you. Everyone knows you couldn't beat me man to man. Everyone understands why you did it. Everyone knows you couldn't have become a champion any other way. I'd even put money on Junior there to beat you if you faced him man to man.
Rage looks towards J2H who firmly nods towards Rage.
Adams: I think Drake is trying to divide J2H and Rage even more.
Simone: And bring the end to J2H's J2Hism.
Drake: Did you cash it in on him when he was full strength? No, did you cash it on me when I was ready to go? No.
Drake slowly shakes his head.
Drake: People of Chicago, this is your champion....
Drake points to Rage. The crowd boo towards Rage as he stares a hole through Drake Green, a slight smile creeping on to J2H's face.
Drake: But I will save you all from having to listen to that monotone voice week in, week out bragging about having something he never earned, because your time is limited Rage, so enjoy holding my belt as long as you can because it won't last long. Keep my belt clean Rage, because I'll be coming for it real soon.
Drake stares at Rage in the ring, a smile on his face before dropping the microphone and turning to the crowd.
Simone: What must be going through the new champions mind right now?
Adams: Especially as he has just been upstaged by Drake Green and the city of Chicago.
Rage continues to stare at Drake as he walks backstage and the camera cuts elsewhere
"I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the Fearless Champion Steve Ramone"
Simone: This was inevitable.
Adams: At least Steve isn't wasting any time!
Narrator: In a world, where title shots aren't earned.......
The titentron shows Ryan getting his ass kicked by Steve at several points and him losing the Roulette Title to Chris Shipman before ending on Steve winning the title at Blaze of Glory.
Narrator: One man stands to make sure that Christian's Boy-Toys don't get any more reigns.
The camera then shows Steve at his best winning matches and titles and like the last clip it ends with Steve winning the title.
Simone: Is that Scott Oliver doing the voice over?!
Adams: They didn't even bother giving him a narrator voice!
Narrator: Tonight, in that very ring, Steve vs. Ryan IV and this time, it's getting ridiculous.
The titantron shows a match graphic that depicts Steve holding the Roulette Title with what looks like the top of Kaylee's head at his waistband whilst Ryan is shown being hung by Shipman's Barbed Wire Noose.
Simone: Even if she's filming a porno overseas Kaylee still finds a way to sexualize this show.
Adams: How about we just focus on the opening match?
Simone: Good idea!
We see Jeremiah come in the Joseph J. Gentile arena. He is wearing his jacket his "Heart of a Tiger" Tshirt, blue jeans and Tims. He has on circular framed sunglasses. Then Ms. Rocki Mountains comes into the scene with a mic in hand.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Hey Jeremiah. I know a lot is going thru your mind and we are wondering what is indeed going thru your mind?
Jeremiah: Yeah I have a lot going thru my mind Rocki. First of all the next person that calls me the Fallen's lapdog gets kicked in the nuts so hard they will have the same octave as Mariah Carey at her highest. Just because I have been in love with a member of the Fallen for a long time doesn't mean I need their help or them to hold my hand.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I assume you mean Diamond.
Jeremiah: Give this woman a prize. Of course I mean Diamond. It's no secret that Diamond and I have been an Item for a long time. That don't mean she needs to stay at my ass all the time and vice versa.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ok fair enough. Second of all you have been paired with Amy-Jayne for the Blast from the Past tournament. How do you feel about that?
Jeremiah: That's cool. I have heard of her. She's alright with me.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: That's it?
Jeremiah: What do you want me to say that I love participating in the tournament? Yeah, I have participated in the tournament and it's one of the best times in SCW for me. We get to honor those that have paved the way for us and it's a unique tournament. Everybody that is everybody wants to be part of the tournament.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: What about titles. Do you see one that you are looking to go after?
Jeremiah: Let me put it to you like this Rocki I will be paying very close attention to the main event tonight and I do mean very close attention. We done here?
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Yes. Thank you. Back to you guys.
Justin gets into the ring and brings the microphone to his lips as Turn my Swag on begins to play and the lights begin to flash all over the arena and the fans begin to boo. A makeshift runway appears and from the back steps Veronica Taylor who grabs her mirror and blows herself a kiss before grabbing her perfume and spraying the arena stench away.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from West Palm Beach Florida, Veronica Taylor!
Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses before raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. She mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. She then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly before she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring. Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. She fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss as her music is replaced by "Doll Parts" by Hole playing 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, she then proceeds down the ramp and starts to pose and flips her hair in her hands, as she reaches ring she does a lap of the ring interacting with the crowd as she did, 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, 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.
Justin: And her opponent from Romania, Amy-Jayne!
Justin leaves the ring as Veronica looks at Amy-Jayne and points to her opponent and rolls her eyes. Holly Wood signals for the bell.
Simone: Looks like Veronica isn't going to take Amy-Jayne seriously tonight.
Adams: Seems Veronica Taylor thinks that Amy is below her. I just hope she realizes that Amy-Jayne and she are evenly matched.
Simone: Well we are about to find out Jason.
The bell rings as Veronica smirks as she walks towards Amy-Jayne, her hands on her hips as she looks down her nose at the Romanian. Veronica can be seen to say something that gets under the skin of Amy-Jayne causing her to reach up and slap Taylor across the cheek sending her stumbling to the ropes. Panicked, Veronica brings a hand up to check her lip for blood as Amy-Jayne storms across the ring. Sliding between the ropes, she motions for Holly Wood to back Amy-Jayne away from her. Holly Wood gets in front of Amy-Jayne and motions her to back up and starts to count as Amy lunges for Veronica.
Simone: Veronica using the friendship with Holly Wood to keep Amy-Jayne away from her.
Adams: Plus she is using the ropes to her advantage too.
Amy-Jayne moves back reluctantly as Veronica gets back in the ring and has Holly Wood check her face, complaining that Amy-Jayne should be disqualified because she slapped her. Amy-Jayne shakes her head and turns her back on Veronica who pushes Holly out of the way and attacks Amy-Jayne from behind with a back rake that makes Amy-Jayne arch in pain. Turning Amy around, Veronica whips her into the ropes and catches her with a running knee lift that sends Amy-Jayne to the mat. Veronica smiles and poses for the fans before reaching down and pulling Amy-Jayne up by the hair. Pulling her to her feet, Veronica pulls Amy into her side with the intent to drop her with a ddt but Amy-Jayne reverses the hold by grabbing Veronica's leg and pulling her off her feet. Rolling over, Amy-Jayne locks in a body scissor that makes Veronica scream out in pain.
Adams: Those long legs are wrapped around Taylor and causing the pain.
Simone: And if Veronica doesn't want to lose this match, she better think of something quick.
Veronica clutches at the mat trying to pull herself to the ropes and with one final push manages to catch the bottom rope. Holly Wood taps Amy-Jayne on the shoulder telling her to release the hold which she does slowly. Veronica pulls herself up by the ropes and then turns only to have Amy-Jayne grab her by the hair and whip her by her hair into the corner. Moving into the corner with Veronica, Amy-Jayne brings her foot up under the chin of Veronica to choke her. Holly warns Amy-Jayne then begins to count as Amy. At four, she releases Veronica who slumps in the corner. Amy moves back to grab Veronica by the hair and pulls her up and out of the corner to slam her on the mat by the hair. Dropping, Amy pins Veronica for only a one count as the Mean girl kicks out.
Simone: First pin attempt by the Romanian and Veronica is able to kick out easily.
Adams: Amy-Jayne is going to have to do better than that if she wants to keep a former champion down.
Veronica rolls to the side as Amy-Jayne argues with Holly about the count. Veronica gets to her feet and moves behind Amy-Jayne and twists her hand into the hair of Amy-Jayne and pulls her backwards into a backbreaker that makes Amy arch in pain and roll to the ropes where she rests with her hand on her lower back. Veronica gets to her feet once more and stalks towards Amy-Jayne. Pulling the woman to her feet, Veronica wraps herself around Amy-Jayne with an abdominal stretch before shouting at Holly to check on Amy-Jayne. Holly checks on the Romanian who shakes her head no as Veronica stretches back and grabs the ropes. Amy-Jayne screams out no as Veronica smirks at the fans who are screaming for Holly to check on the hand of Veronica. Finally Holly moves to see Veronica slowly let go of the rope and give her an innocent smile.
Simone: Holly Wood is being very lax with the rules when it comes to Veronica Taylor breaking them.
Adams: Veronica did let go.
Simone: Yeah, real slow.
Holly once more moves to check on Amy as Veronica reaches for the ropes again. But Amy-Jayne manages to struggle enough to catch Veronica by the hair and drop to her knees pulling the head of Taylor over her side with a facebreaker. Veronica falls away clutching at her face as Amy-Jayne lays on the mat in pain. Both women roll to opposite sides of the ring. Holly begins to count to ten as Amy-Jayne and Veronica slowly make it to their feet. Amy-Jayne rushes across the ring and catches Veronica with a kick to the midsection then lifts her over her head with a snap suplex. Backing away slightly, Amy-Jayne attempts a discus leg drop but Veronica evades it by rolling to the side and Amy-Jayne hits the canvas hard.
Adams: Swing and a miss Belinda.
Simone: Isn't that a baseball reference?
Adams: Yes it is and isn't today opening day for the season? Go Cubs!!
Simone: Playing to the crowd here in Chicago isn't going to help you.
Adams: Fine then...GO SOXS!
Veronica gets to her feet and moves towards the rising Amy-Jayne and catching her from behind, Veronica locks in a camel clutch that Amy-Jayne tries to fight. Pulling back on Amy-Jayne Veronica forces her back to bend painfully. Amy-Jayne tries to get her knees under her to break the hold and succeeds in making Veronica let the hold go. Amy-Jayne gets to her hands and knees with Veronica still standing over her and when Amy-Jayne tries to rise, Veronica drops onto her back forcing her to the mat. Amy-Jayne again tries to make it to her hands and knees but once more Veronica drops on her lower back forcing her to the mat once more. Standing and posing for the fans, Veronica lets Amy-Jayne get to her hands and knees and jumps upward intending to drop on her lower back once more but the Romanian rolls to her back and brings her knees up to catch Veronica painfully.
Simone: Oh no, bad luck for Veronica. Going to the well one too many times got her in trouble.
Adams: Question Belinda...hitting something like that...is it like getting kicked in the balls? Do women feel the same pain?
Simone: Why are you asking Jason? Of course women would feel some pain...
Adams: Just want to make sure just in case I am ever in the situation that I have to defend my virtue.
Simone: Trust me, you will never be in that situation.
Taylor rolls to the side clutching herself as Holly moves to warn Amy-Jayne about cheating. Amy gets to her feet as Veronica gets to the ropes and pulls herself upward. Veronica is leaning against the ropes as Amy-Jayne moves closer and turns sideways to deliver a superkick to the Mean Girl who moves at the last second to avoid the kick that sees Amy-Jayne catch her leg over the ropes. Veronica quickly takes advantage of the caught Amy and uses a bitch slap to rock Amy-Jayne's head back. Smirking to the fans, she reaches her hands to the eyes of Amy and rakes them hard. Amy-Jayne staggers away desperately wiping at her eyes. Veronica moves behind her and then whips Amy around and catches her with a kick to the midsection then quickly catches her head and pulls her into her side then clutching at the tights of Amy-Jayne, Taylor drops to the mat with an implant DDT that forces the head of Amy-Jayne into the canvas. Getting to her feet, Veronica slowly struts towards where her necklace is laying in the corner.
Adams: Looks like Veronica is about to go for her favorite move...the Heartbreaker.
Simone: And Holly Wood is going to do nothing.
Moving back to Amy-Jayne, Veronica kneels over her opponent and wraps the necklace around the throat of Amy before pulling her to her feet with the choker. Holly is called over to the side of the ring as Veronica shakes Amy-Jayne with the necklace then uses it to drop the Romanian with a choke neckbreaker. Tossing the necklace to the side, Veronica grabs the leg of Amy-Jayne and rolls her up while calling for Holly Wood to count. Holly drops to the mat and slaps the canvas three times as Veronica covers her and poses to blow a kiss at the fans as Holly hits three. Getting to her feet, Veronica has her arm raised as Justin speaks over the bell.
Justin: The winner of the match, Mean Girl Veronica Taylor!
Simone: Veronica Taylor getting the pin on Amy-Jayne tonight but the Romanian gave her a helluva fight.
Adams: Truer words have never been spoken.
Inside the ring, Veronica pushes Amy-Jayne to the ropes and then with one final push of her foot, rolls the Romanian to the floor as Turn my swag on plays and the Mean Girl celebrates in the ring.
A white limousine is seen pulling up to the backstage area of the arena. The normal chatter is heard throughout the building from the fans. The limo stops and Mikah's driver, Alphonso is seen getting out of the driver's seat and he straightens out his suit jacket before he shuts the door to the car before walking back to the other door and pulls it open. He stands there like the professional that he is and two feet adorned in silver glittered stiletto heels are seen stepping out and out steps the Bombshell Internet Champion, Mikah. She is dressed in a deep purple dress that is skin tight and strapless. She smirks at Alphonso before reaching in and grabbing her Bombshell Internet Championship and slings it over her right shoulder. She looks down at the title before brushing off any smudges that adorned the front plate.
Mikah: At least I half way like this city, right Alphonso?
He smiles at her
Alphonso: Right, Mrs. Green.
She gives him a look and he just smiles politely back at her.
Mikah: It's definitely no New York City but I suppose this is my husband's home town...
Alphonso nods his head.
Mikah: But I still probably won't get the same reaction as he does but that's okay. Anyways, you might want to go do something for a while, Al. I have plans to be here for a while.
Earlier on in the day one of the SCW camera staff is outside the arena and can hear some whistling. He begins to round a corner and then sees that the whistle belongs to Polly Playtime. He does not even dare to try approaching her but instead holds back. He stays pretty well concealed and gets to see that Polly is holding a sign up that says "Polly Against Mikah" with a picture of Mikah on it with a big red X over her picture.
Adams: "This was recorded earlier this afternoon and oh no! It's coming true again! Polly looks like she's on strike! I wish Mikah would have lost at Blaze of Glory now!"
Simone: "Let's hope this trend doesn't continue."
As Polly pickets, a car pulls up and stops right near her. Polly ceases walking around. The passenger side door opens up and out comes Kris Halc. The fans from inside the arena throw up a mixed reaction, which leans towards booing.
Polly: "Oh. Hey. I'm glad you're here. I need a little help with something. Will you do me a favor, Kris?"
Kris: "Well we have to work together for Blast From The Past so...."
The driver's side door of the car Kris pulled up in opens and out steps Shannon Quint. Kris looks back at him, and then to Polly before reaching the decision that any normal person would.
Kris: "You know what? Of course I will Polly. Anything you need."
Polly smiles, but it's an evil smile, which seems to be the norm from her.
Polly: "Excellent. Follow me."
The two head into the arena via one of the side doors, with Kris turning to see Shannon struggling with his bag in the back seat. The camera catches a smile on Kris' face as he pulls open the door for Polly. Once they are inside they are out of sight of the cameraman.
The scene switches to backstage to see the devilish Aussie Evie Baang stretching before her first Blast from the Past tournament match. She pays no attention to the chorus of boos that sings out from the live Chicago audience as her attention is on her Sin City Wrestling Tag Team Championship that is on the floor in front of her. As she does some side lunges the feeling of someone walking into her personal space surrounds her, as the camera pans up to see Lord Raab and Henry standing to the side of her.
Adams: It's like Halloween has come early this year Belinda.
Simone: And who would these to be?
Adams: Beauty and the beast? The beast and the Beast? Death on toast?
Evie stops what she is doing and slides back up to a standing position, while scooping up her championship belt and swooping it up to drape it over her right shoulder. Her moves were fluid like, seamless as she looked up towards her partner for the tournament.
Evie: You ready for this, big guy?
Raab still unsure and uneasy around Evie doesn't know what to say, however he isn't give much time to reply as Evie makes her way towards him. Henry watches this situation like a hawk as Evie steps up well and truly into Raab's personal bubble.
Evie: Are you ready to be the man I know you can be, out there tonight? I mean... Matheson... he should be like a fucking chew toy for you right? I understand that you're in this tournament for a greater good, but right now... I need you focus that repulsive goodness into a bundle of rage so we can make Matheson and Belinda our message to the rest of the teams. You got that?
Raab just looks at Evie, unsure of her forwardness before the Aussie just shakes her head from side to side. She was going to help Raab, the only way she knew how. The Evie way. Taking her leave Evie walks past Raab, but only after her gently slaps her hand on his arm taking him by surprise.
Evie: I'm going to take your silence as a, Yeah sure, Evie anything for you. Call it a lesson for your campaign for getting to know females. I mean look at me as your tournament wife... and you know what they say, happy wife, happy life.
Evie winks before she sarcastically drags her tongue over her teeth, before she makes her exit. Leaving Raab and Henry behind, not sure of the whirlwind that is Evie Baang.
Rage is seen walking backstage with a smug, yet dark expression on his face. The World Heavyweight Championship is still draped over his shoulder as he walks down the hall. People stare and whisper to themselves as he passes by, but he ignores them for the most part. He's soon stopped by Ms. Rocky Mountains, who has a microphone in hand and is eager for a quick interview with the new champion.
Ms. Rocky: Rage, I was wondering if I could get a few words from you?
He stops and looks down at her, annoyed.
Rage: What? What I said out in the ring wasn't good enough for you or anyone else? You need to ask a few more questions?
Ms. Rocky thinks for a moment before she nods.
Ms. Rocky: Well...yes. I know you said out there that you were actually considering handing the title back over to J2H, but I have to ask. Did you really mean that? Were you really considering handing it back to him?
Rage smiles and laughs.
Rage: Was I really considering it? It pains me to admit it, but yeah, I really was. For six months I've been following J2H around...living the life of J2Hism and shit. Time and time again I watched him defeat challenger after challenger and keep a stranglehold on this title. For a while there, I really did give up on working for a chance at the World Heavyweight Championship ever again, because no one is going to be as great as J2H, right?
Ms. Rocky thinks for a moment, but this time she's left at a loss for words. When she's finally about to say something, Rage quickly interrupts her.
Rage: It was meant as sarcasm, idiot. And you're not even the blonde one!
Ms. Rocky quickly rolls her eyes.
Rage: Look, J2H might stand there thinking that no one is ever going to be greater than him as champion because he held the title for so damn long. He might talk a big fucking game, and that's just fine and fucking dandy, but that ain't gonna stop me from trying anymore. I don't care how long I hold this title. Weeks. Months. A year or longer. I'm going to walk out to the ring every fucking match and do what so many others don't do around here. I'm going to work my ass off and prove why I have this title draped over my shoulder and they don't.
Ms. Rocky: Who would you like as your first challenger? Given the fact that J2H and Drake are both former champions, they each have a re-match clause they can cash in.
Rage laughs with an arrogant smirk.
Rage: It really doesn't matter who my first challenger will be. I'm going to treat each worthless asshole the same. They all want to take this title from me? Fine. Let them try, but let this be their first and only warning. They're gonna have to pry it from my cold dead hands, because as J2H just found out, I'm not giving this up willingly. And I'm not going to let some has been part time attention seeker like Drake Green think he's going to take it from me either.
Rage adjusts the title over his shoulder once again and looks up for a moment. He looks at the title with another smirk and then looks back down to Ms. Rocky.
Rage: No more questions. I've said all that needs to be said so if your brain still doesn't understand any of it, that ain't my problem.
Rage then steps out of view of the camera and walks away. Ms. Rocky watches as he disappears out of sight and she slowly shakes her head as the camera fades.
Justin: The following contest is a Blast From The Past tournament match. Introducing first...
The opening riff of "In The Middle of the night" sounds as Belinda Warwick walks out onto the stage. She is flanked by her tag partner Zuri Chastain and Lady Marsden. The crowd is split with their reactions as Belinda starts to make her way down the ramp.
Justin: Making her way down the aisle, accompanied by Lady Marsden and Zuri Chastain, she is one half of the Justice League. She hails from Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada and weighs close to 200 pounds, please welcome Belinda Warwick.
Belinda finally makes her way towards the ring and reaches her hands up toward the ring ropes. She pulls herself up onto the ring apron and stands there for a few seconds. She looks from side to side while getting a feel for the audience before swinging her leg through the middle ropes followed by her other leg. Both Zuri and Lady Marsden remain on the outside as Belinda walks to the center of the ring and throws both arms into the air.
Justin: And her partner...
The arena lights dim when the music of Hanz Zimmer "My Enemy" begins to play, the crowd look towards the entrance ramp in anticipation, the curtain is pulled aside by the sociopathic loner known as Matheson. He stands in front of the entrance with his arms raised up to his side, glancing around at the audience in attendance whilst doing so, Matheson lowers his arms and begins his slow walk towards the ring.
Justin: From the far reaches of the Encephalon, weighing in at 244 pounds, he is the inhuman monstrum... THIS... IS... MATH-E-SON!
Matheson walks around the ring before rolling underneath the bottom rope, getting up to his feet he walks over to the side of the ring and raises his arms again, the crowd give him a mixed reaction from that side of the auditorium. Matheson walks across the ring and raises his arms again, the crowd give their reaction towards the inhuman monstrum. He walks over to his corner to take his leather jacket and tied plaid shirt off his waist, handing it to the timekeeper through the ropes before sitting down in corner with his head resting on the second turnbuckle awaiting the start of the match.
Justin: And their opponents...
The cameras whirl back around and focus on the top of stage before the lights cut off leaving the arena in darkness. The creepy and spine tickling sounds of an electric guitar come to life over the personal address system followed by a deep heavy drum beat. As "Anthem of the Year 2000" by SilverChair hits, the stage area dimly lights up glowing red. The lights continue to gradually get brighter to expose Evie Baang standing in the middle of the runway with her back to the crowd.
Justin: Making her way to the ring from Victor Harbour, South Australia... Evieeee Baaaang.
Evie turns around slowly and keeps her hoodie over her head before she makes her way down the ramp. She completely ignores the fans as her focus is on the ring in front of her. She slowly walks up the steal steps before stepping into the ring while the lighting gradually returns to normal. Evie walks around the ring pulling on the ropes getting ready for her match while her song slowly dies down to nothing.
Justin: And her partner, being accompanied to the ring by Henry Losack....
Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask.
Justin: From Cologne, Germany. Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds, he is Lord Raab!
He ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start with Henry standing outside of the ring.
DING DING DING
And at the sound of the bell, the FIRST thing the spitfire Evie Baang does is power walk across the ring and get RIGHT IN THE FACE of the much larger Belinda, staring up at her while jawing at her and poking the big woman in the chest!
Simone: You have got to admire the spirit of Evie Baang! She is outsized by a considerable amount but she simply does not care!
As Evie reads her the riot act, Belinda looks to her corner when Evie grabs her to make her look back toward her -- and slaps the larger woman across the face!
Adams: Okay I don't know if that was smart!
An infuriated Belinda Warwick takes a wild swing at Evie but the smaller woman ducks the blow easily! Belinda swings a second time but again Evie ducks, and as she rights herself, she is immediately on the attack; throwing repeated heavy forearms into the side of Belinda's head!
Simone: Evie is on the attack. This is exactly what she has to do in there against a woman Belinda Warwick's size!
Belinda shoves Evie off and down to the mat, but Baang is right back up and she jumps literally onto Warwick, scaling her and going back on the attack with rights as Raab watches on stoically and Matheson seems almost bemused. Belinda grabs Evie and simply deposits her onto the turnbuckle of the nearest corner and takes a step back, but leaves enough room for Evie to lash out with both feet, connecting with Warwick's sternum and knocking her back a step! Evie then stands up on her perch and jumps off for a high cross body but Belinda catches her!
Adams: Uhhh ohhhh!
Belinda tries to throw her over her shoulders in a back body drop, but Evie lands on her feet behind her! Belinda turns around and Evie lashes out with a kick to the stomach, doubling the big woman over. Evie slaps on a side headlock but Belinda simply picks her up and throws her forward! Evie lands on her feet, stumbling, but Evie then grabs Warwick by the arm and twists her limb, then goes for an Irish whip but Belinda puts on the brakes and goes nowhere! Evie tries again but no such luck! Belinda then displays her power by turning and with a single arm, whips Evie back into the near corner! Belinda gets a head full of steam and charges forward but Evie moves out of the way and Warwick crashes into the corner at full impact!
Adams: Was it me or did the ring just shake?
Belinda slowly turns around, the wind knocked out of her, and Evie takes quick advantage and plows right into her with a corner spear! Evie then mounts the corner with Belinda pinned inside and she unleashes her fury with a rapid fire offense of fists with the fans counting along!...
Crowd: ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE! SIX! SEVEN! EIGHT! NINE! TEN!
Evie then grabs Belinda and attempts a Tazplex...
Adams: Um....
Simone: Yes I don't think this is the smartest thing that woman can do in there.
But doesn't budge the much larger and heavier Belinda Warwick. Belinda frowns, looking at her like she's crazy, then grabs an arm of Baang's and throws her into -- and OVER -- the ring ropes!
Simone: My god! Evie Baang just paid for her hubris!
Belinda brushes past the objecting Drew Patton and goes out after her target as their respective tag team partners watch on. Belinda drops to the floor and the stunned Evie tries fending her off with two right handed shots to her midsection but to little avail. Belinda drags her to her feet by the hair and arm and swings her back against the barricade! Belinda then positions her in front of the steel steps in a seated position, and gets a running start for a hip attack -- but Evie catches her with a drop toe hold and Belinda crashes into the steps herself!
Simone: And that just turned the tide of things right there!
Evie is up and she charges forward and dropkicks Belinda, sandwiching her between the blow and the steps! The crowd cannot help but rally behind the diminutive spitfire as she grabs two big handfuls of Warwick's hair and drags her up to her feet! Evie tries forcing her back inside of the ring, throwing wicked shots into the big woman's back until finally she gets Warwick back inside of the ring! As Belinda struggles to recover, Evie climbs up onto the ring apron and grabs the top rope with both hands -- and uses them as a slingshot to fly into the ring and down onto Warwick with a double foot stomp! Evie immediately with the cover!
1.....
2.....
Belinda POWERS out!
Adams: Now THAT'S what you call a kick out!
Evie lands near her corner and without discussion, Lord Raab reaches in to tag himself into the match!
Adams: Ohh, Evie doesn't look too happy about that.
Raab and Matheson charge in to the ring, each man exchanging heavy blows.
Adams: First chance to see Drexel Matheson back in an SCW ring for a long time!
Raab takes the upper hand with a clubbing blow, and plants an elbow on Matheson's head. Matheson stumbles back and Raab moves in, catching him with another shot to the face. Matheson spins around, but Raab reaches his arms around him and lifts him over with a rolling German suplex, crashing the back of Matheson's head in to the canvas. He rolls him over and lifts him up on his feet before throwing him backwards with a release German suplex, sending Matheson flying across the ring.
Adams: If it's anything German, Raab knows about it.
Simone: Probably because he's German?
Adams: Never thought of that.
Raab waits for Matheson to return to his feet and wraps his hands around Matheson's head and holds it, repeatedly planting headbuts to the returning stars face. Raab releases him and Matheson slumps to the canvas. Raab drops down and starts to bury knees in to his head.
Simone: Raab's MMA style shining though here.
Raab flips Matheson over and goes for the cover.
1
Matheson gets a shoulder up!
2
Adams: Raab was close there.
Raab pulls Matheson to his feet but before the German can attack, Matheson beats him to the punch with a short sharp jab to the eye, stunning Raab. Matheson follows up with three more short, sharp jabs before spinning around and dropping his opponent with a discus clothesline. Matheson pulls Raab to his feet and puts him in a side headlock before charging and dropping him with a running bulldog. Matheson pulls Raab to his feet and lifts him up, putting him on his shoulder before dropping him down with a Death Valley Driver!
Simone: Wow! Matheson just almost buried Raab's head in to the ground!
Matheson sits up before pushing himself on to his feet. He looks towards Raab as he sits up and charges at him and crashes his knee in to the side of Raab's head.
Adams: That coulda rearranged Raab's marbles.
Matheson picks Raab up and throws him in to the corner before lifting him on to the top rope. Matheson climbs and grabs him by the head. Matheson jumps off the top rope and plants Raab with a top rope facebuster! Matheson rolls him over on to his back and goes for the cover as Drew Patton drops down to make the count....
1
Raab throws a shoulder up.
2
Adams: I know I shouldn't say this, but could you imagine what these two could do to each other if there was a whole bunch of weapons out here?
Simone: I'd hate to think!
Matheson stands up and waits for Raab. As Raab stands up, Matheson dropkicks him, sending Raab flying against the ropes. Evie reaches her hand out and tags herself in to the match, drawing an annoyed glare from Raab.
Adams: I don't think Evie cares that she made Raab mad.
Simone: Well, what's good for the goose and all that...
Evie is immediately in the ring as Belinda starts to step through the ropes, only for Evie to come flying across the ring with a dropkick right to the knee!
Simone: And already Evie is fighting this smarter than she was at the start of this match!
Belinda tumbles through the ropes, favoring her knee and Evie clips her from behind, causing the amazon to topple and crash to the mat. Evie grabs Belinda by the favored knee and catches her with a knee breaker, then immediately worsens the worked over limb with a dragon leg whip on the mat!
Adams: Well if Belinda can't stand up, her size doesn't matter much!
Simone: Very perceptive of you Jason.
Adams: Really? Hunh! I wonder what I did wrong.
Evie drapes Belinda's leg across the bottom rope, then uses the ropes as a springboard to launch herself up and come crashing right back down on the exposed knee with all her weight! Drew warns Evie about the foul tactic but she simply responds by doing it again! Evie then grabs her leg again and this time scissors it with her own, wrenching her knee with a short-leg scissors!
Simone: If she did enough damage, we just may see a submission!
The pain is evident on Belinda's face as she reaches for the ropes but is just a hint too far away. Evie strains with the hold, putting her all into it but Belinda refuses the official's request to submit! Belinda then uses her arms to draw herself closer to the ropes and is finally able to reach them, grabbing the bottom rope with both hands! Evie refuses to break the hold as Drew demands and the referee then starts to count!
One!
And Evie relents and releases her hold! Evie jumps to her feet and dives right down onto the prone form of Belinda Warwick and unleashes an assault of lefts and rights on her as Drew again counts!
One!
But before she can break, Belinda throws her off! Belinda struggles her way back up to a vertical base, and Evie comes races off of the ropes and dives at her opponent but it is like crashing into a brick wall as Belinda flattens her!
Two!
Three!
Four!....
Two!
Three!
Four!
Adams: She never should have let her get back to her feet!
Simone: That sounds great in theory but the simple fact nobody ever thinks about is HOW do you keep the larger person down on the mat?
Belinda drags Evie up and sends her into the ropes where she catches her with a spinning sidewalk slam and into a cover!
1.....
2.....
Evie gets her shoulder up!
Adams: Oh that was close! Evie and Raab almost got eliminated in the first round!
Belinda then drags Evie up and scoops her up and deposits her with a body slam! Belinda then rebounds off of the ropes for a guillotine legdrop but Evie rolls aside and Belinda crashes down on the mat! Both Bombshells are down as Drew has no choice but to count against them...
One!
And the two are back up! Belinda swings for a discuss clothesline but Evie ducks -- AND HITS THE SAITO SUPLEX!
Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
Six!
Adams: OH MY GOD!
Simone: A Saito Suplex on a woman the size of Belinda Warwick!
Evie struggles over to make the cover!
1.....
Evie is on her feet arguing with Drew but does not see Belinda roll over and reach up, allowing Drexel to reach in and make the tag! Baang turns her head and sees this, but is too late to put a stop to it and she stomps her feet as she makes her way back to her corner.
2.....
Belinda gets her shoulder up!
Simone: And now the men are back in!
Raab and Matheson enter the ring, but Matheson takes Raab down with a clothesline, the masked German's head bouncing off the canvas. Raab quickly gets to his feet and moves towards Matheson, but Matheson runs towards Raab, ducking the German's attempt to clothesline him and bounces off the ropes. As Matheson bounces back, he jumps at Raab with a running crossbody. Raab immediately throws Matheson off and stands up at the same time Matheson does and the two start to trade blows.
Simone: Every shot looks to be getting stronger.
Adams: I know people who go to bars and make every shot stronger.
Raab gets the upper hand, forcing Matheson to stumble back but Matheson fires back with a superkick to Raab's jaw!
Simone: Classic Matheson.
Raab stumbles in to the corner but Matheson quickly charges at him with a corner splash. Raab falls out of the corner and Matheson quickly climbs the top rope. He looks down at Raab and comes off the top rope with a falling headbutt but Raab rolls out of the way and Matheson lands face first!
Adams: There's concussion material right there.
Matheson rolls over holding his face and Raab slowly gets to his feet. Raab leans against the ropes, catching his breath before moving towards Matheson. Matheson returns to his feet, still holding his head and Raab wraps a hand around his throat and lifts him high in the air and dropping him down with a chokeslam!
Simone: The Chokeinator!
Adams: Hahahaha Chokeinator. Fun name!
Raab looks at Matheson before pulling him to his feet and hooking him up in a double underhook before lifting him up.
Simone: We've seen this before!
Raab drop him in a double underhook brainbuster!
Adams: Killerbuster! Not so fun name.
Raab rolls Matheson on to his back and hooks the leg as Drew goes for the count.
1
DING DING DING!
2
3!
Justin: The winner of the match, Evie Baang and Lord Raab!
Simone: For a team that looked unstable when this was drawn, both focused on the ultimate goal of victory here.
Adams: With performances like this, we could have just seen Evie and Raab jump up to tournament favorites!
Standing backstage, Sam Marlowe is dressed in a pair of dark jeans with a cut Team BJ tee over a silvery halter can be seen signing some autographs for a group of kids that are surrounding her. Finishing up with the last of them, she waves to all the kids who are preparing to head out into the arena.
Sam Marlowe: Enjoy the show guys, I will be out there later unless of course Christian finds me and puts me to work.
The kids all offer Sam a wave and a smile with a babble of byes and see ya laters is heard. Turning to walk towards the catering table, Sam runs smack into Pussy Willow who stops her and holds up a hand.
Sam Marlowe: Hey Pussy, what's happening?
Pussy Willow: Just the woman I was looking for. I want to talk to you.
Sam looks confused for a moment as Pussy sounds angry and gives Sam a narrowed glare. Sam nervously backs away slightly at the look on her friend's face.
Sam Marlowe: I didn't do it...
Pussy Willow: How could you not tell me that you were entering the Blast from the Past tournament? I am your friend and you should have given me the exclusive Sammi!
Sam Marlowe: Honestly Pussy, I had no clue myself that I was in the drawing. From what I heard, Mark Ward was the one that named me as his choice for the match. I was working the concession stands for the supercard remember?
Pussy Willow: Well then you need to give the four one one about your team. What is it going to be like teaming with your friend Ben in this tournament. I bet you are totally looking forward to it.
Sam nods with a smile.
Sam Marlowe: Without a doubt I am looking forward to it. Do you realize that between the two of us we are the only ones that will really be on the same page so to speak because we are friends. I think that definitely will give us the advantage don't you think?
Pussy Willow: Indeed I do but I do have to ask...have you found out who you will be facing in the first round?
Sam Marlowe: Not yet but when I do, I know for a fact that I am going to be ready and I ain't gonna let Ben down.
Pussy Willow: I gotta ask Sam, do you think that Ben might let you down?
Sam stops for a second to let that thought perculate through her mind but slowly her head moves from side to side negatively.
Sam Marlowe: There ain't no way that Ben would let me down either. He is too dependable and too trustworthy to do that. That and the fact that he knows that I am a great shot...
Pussy Willow: You'd shoot him?
Sam Marlowe: Between you and me...nah. Seriously, Ben is my best friend here on the Superstars side and teaming with him will be great. I am looking forward to seeing us win the Blast from the Past.
Pussy Willow: Confident aren't you.
Sam Marlowe: Shouldn't I be? Oh, god, wish I could stay Pussy but I am heading into the Superstar Kids section before Christian finds me. And if he asks, you haven't seen me...
Sam pats her friend on the shoulder then looking both ways heads towards the arena bowl and disappears behind the curtain separating backstage from the arena leaving Pussy to watch her go.
The camera cuts to the office of Hot Stuff Mark Ward as he stands behind his desk, his palms planted firmly on the wooden desk.
HS: Ya know, not many plans ever work out in wrestling from start to finish and well, if you follow me on Twitter and you should, because it's getting more and more fun trolling Misty, you would have seen that I said that I will be announcing two replacements for Blast From The Past.
He sighs slightly.
HS: I need people I can trust, people I know that will not let me down. You must have picked up through the week that once again, it seems like Amy Jayne has forgot that you do need to do some promo work every now and again, and once again, she didn't, so Christian and I have made a choice to replace Amy Jayne in the Blast From The Past tournament.
A mixed reaction comes from the fans in attendance.
HS: I know, I know, it's not what we wanted to do, but it's for the sake of fairness here. People shouldn't have arse this tournament, they shouldn't half arse SCW and think they have the right to complain when we make tough choices like this. We had to look towards someone who we can trust and this is why we've gone back to someone who once work so hard, they made it to a final for Blast From The Past, so now teaming with Jeremiah Hardin.
Hot Stuff looks to his right and nods before Brandi Shotze walks on the screen, getting a huge cheer.
Adams: Oh my God!
Simone: Brandi Shotze is back for the tournament.
She walks around Hot Stuff to the opposite side that she appeared and slaps Hot Stuff firmly on the rear, causing him to jump. Hot Stuff turns his head towards her.
HS: You haven't changed.
Brandi: Neither have y'all, still working out ah see.
Hot Stuff shakes his head at the redneck woman before turning back to the camera.
HS: Secondly, it's no secret that Samuel Devereux has recently become a father and has been forced to take a short leave, taking him out of the tournament, so I had to put my thinking cap on, I had to sit there and think about who I could trust to come back and get your jaws to drop off your faces. There was only one man for the job.
Hot Stuff smiles.
HS: Now teaming with Remi, A former SCW World Heavyweight champion, a former Blast From The Past winner, one half of THE greatest tag team that ever lived. He is the man, he is the myth, he is the legend, he is Purely Sexy....
The fans burst in to huge cheers.
Simone: It can't be....
HS: My brother from another mother, the one, the only Jordan Williams!
Adams: Well holy bleep.
Jordan Williams steps on the camera shot, his trademark cocky smile on his face as he and Hot Stuff embrace.
Simone: I can't believe what I'm seeing here. Brandi Shotze and Jordan Williams are in the Blast From The Past tournament as replacements.
Hot Stuff smiles down the camera.
HS: So there ya have it, and sorry Misty, they got more of a reaction than you did.
Hot Stuff looks at Jordan.
HS: She'll tweet about it later. Now we got some catching up to do.
Hot Stuff turns and smiles down the camera as the scene fades out.
The camera moves backstage to where the catering area would be to see the Bombshell Internet Champion standing along the wall, just staring at the semi empty room. She rolls her eyes as Pussy Willow walks up to her, microphone in hand.
Pussy: Mikah, may I get a quick interview in?
Mikah raises an eyebrow at the blonde interviewer.
Mikah: I don't know, can you?
Pussy Willow looks a bit perplexed and Mikah rolls her eyes before motioning with her hand for Pussy Willow to continue.
Pussy: It's been two weeks since you won the Bombshell Internet Championship from Polly Playtime, how are you feeling?
Mikah: Indifferent.
Pussy Willow stares at Mikah for a moment before looking around the room almost uneasily.
Pussy: Care to add a little more?
The woman pushes the microphone back into Mikah's face and Mikah scowls.
Mikah: Why should I add anything more to that, Pusscakes? Hm? What should I add that would make you satisfied with this interview? Did I ask your stupid ass to come in here and bug me for an interview? No I did not.
Pussy: I just thought that you'd maybe feel a bit more happy with your new championship...
Mikah rolls her eyes.
Mikah: You want to know one thing I'm happy about?
Pussy Willow nods her head.
Pussy: Yes, of course.
Mikah lets out a laugh.
Mikah: I'm happy that I soon get to go back home and spend more time with my husband. I'm happy that I didn't have to step foot on an airplane to get where I needed to be for the night. I'm happy to say that I'm Drake Green's wife. That's what I'm happy about.
Pussy Willow nods her head as Mikah crosses her arms over her chest.
Pussy: Are you saying that you're not happy being the Bombshell Internet Champion?
Mikah shrugs her shoulders.
Mikah: I didn't say that either, now did I, Pusscakes? However, SCW is clearly more worried about other things. Like that stupid Blast from the Past tournament...
Pussy: Which you took part in a couple years back...
Mikah shoots the interviewer a glare.
Mikah: It was a bad decision on my part, Pusscakes. I'm not a tag team wrestler. Never have been and never will be. The ONLY two people that I would ever even CONSIDER teaming with are Despy and my husband and that's it. But that's against the rules.
Pussy: Blast from the Past is a very important thing for SCW, it's a tradition.
Mikah rolls her eyes.
Mikah: Right. Whatever. Did you want to conitnue to talk about my dislike for that tournament or do you have any other stupid, idiotic questions for me?
Pussy Willow swallows hard for a moment or two.
Pussy: How's the party going?
Mikah laughs, almost a sneer like laugh.
Mikah: Peachy. It'll be better when I can return to it and get drunk for the first time in months. Because fuck this place.
Mikah pushes herself away from the wall and walks away from Pussy Willow, to head back to the room she'd taken over to throw the little party.
The opening riff to "Power Trip" by Chimaira starts ripping over the PA system and as soon as Mark Hunter's opening scream is heard Jessie emerges from the back with Shane and Jake, the trio headbang at the top of the ramp before they make their way down to the ring.
Simone: Jessie not only kept her Blaze of Glory winning streak alive two weeks ago, but she retained the Bombshell Roulette Championship against her friend and partner Amy Marshall.
Adams: And now they are both in the Blast from the Past Tournament, Amy's team is competing tonight and we'll undoubtedly see Jessie's team in action next week!
Jessie hops onto the apron and enters the ring where she asks Justin for the microphone, Justin hands it over before leaving the ring.
Jessie: Five years, it's hard to believe that there was a five-year gap between my last Bombshell Roulette Title Reign and my current one.
Jessie says as she hoists the title up over her shoulder.
Jessie: But here I am, the new Bombshell Roulette Champion! Now I know that's a bit of a cliche to say that I'll be a fighting champion especially since Amy said the same thing at post Inception II Climax Control and ended up in a best of three series against me.
Jessie says before smirking.
Jessie: Don't get me wrong, I wish her team good luck against Kate's team in their tournament match and I wish her luck as well but I intend to do something that Amy couldn't and, most importantly, something I couldn't do during my first reign, defend the title and defend it often, to that end I'm issuing an open challenge!
Jessie says before motioning to the belt.
Jessie: If any Bombshell in the back wants a shot at this title during a week when I'm not competing in the Blast from the Past Tournament just say so and I'll put the title on the line against you! Doesn't matter who it is or what stipulation the wheel stops on because I'm open for anything! I'm calling this the "Jessie Salco Roulette Title Open Invitational Mosh Pit"!
Jessie says before shaking her head.
Jessie: Yeah, I know, the name needs work but it was the best one I could come up with even with help from Jake and Shane, regardless I'll see my first challenger in a couple of weeks!
"Power Trip" starts up again and Jessie leaves the ring with her Roulette Title.
Simone: Bold statement from Jessie right there!
Adams: Especially considering the talent we have in the Bombshell Division!
Climbing into the ring, Justin Decent stops and turns to the camera as he brings the microphone to his lips as IAIN SAYN NUN by OGYOLA X starts to play .
Justin: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring, they are two Members of the Elders first from Rock Island, Illinois, Alana Allure!
We see Alana Allure come from behind the curtains to a crowd pop.
Justin: And her tag team partner from Foshan, China Song!
Song comes from behind the curtain to a shower of boos. Alana pauses to wait for Song to catch up to her. The two give a fist bump to each other. The crowd showers them with a mix reaction as the two make their way to the ring. Alana slides in from the bottom ropes while Song jumps on to the ring apron and then jump over the top ropes to make her way in the ring. Alana and Song each get on top of a turnbuckle. Song raises her arms in the air to ta a mix reaction. Alana Allure then raises her arms up the air to a shower of cheers. The two get down and meet in the middle of the ring each other a nod while the crowd showers them with a mix reaction.
Justin: And their opponents from Pa'ia, Hawaii...Remington and Edie Grayson...Team Technicolor!
The arena fades to complete black for five seconds before the lights flash on and off a few times before Irresistible by Fall Out Boy featuring Demi Lovato starts to play. On the stage is Remington and Eden, standing back to back. One arm is down by their sides and the other is on their hip. Slowly, they slide down to a squatting position. Remi slides her hand down Eden's leg and Eden slides her hand down Remi's as they slowly stand back up, keeping their legs straight. Remi winks at Eden as they walk down the ramp next to one another, keeping the same pace as they wave to the fans before stopping at the foot of the ramp and posing with their backs to one another before walking to the ring and hopping up onto the apron before getting in between the bottom and middle rope. Eden goes to one of the turnbuckles and climbs up onto the second one before raising both arms in the air and shimmy's her chest a bit. Remi just sits on the middle rope, leaning against the top one.
Simone: Team Technicolor looks ready for this match Jason.
Adams: They should be ready because Song and Alana are former champions Belly. Can't wait to see what they do with this challenge tonight.
Simone: Neither can I and we don't have to because here we go!
The bell rings as Eden moves through the ropes on her side as Alana takes the tag rope after sliding through the ropes on hr side. Remi moves to the middle of the ring to meet Song. Locking up in a collar and elbow, Remi quickly turns Song into a headlock which she rolls through into a hammerlock then spins under the arm to then wrench her arm. Song grabs Remi by the hair and pulls her back against the ropes as Summers moves to warn Song to let go of Remi's hair. Song let's go of the hair and then surprises Remi with an elbow strike that rocks her against the ropes. Bouncing off, Remi is caught by a kick to the midsection and then pulled into a headlock at Song's side that she uses to lock Remi into a snap suplex that she rolls through and goes for a pin on the rainbow haired bombshell. Remi kicks out at one as Song gets to her knees to look at Summers. Remi rolls to the side near Eden and pulls herself up as Eden watches for Song to attack. Remi manages to get a bit of a breather as Song gets to her feet and moves towards her. Remi manages to duck under the grab by Song and then catches the former champion with an inverted DDT in desperation.
Simone: Remi just managed to turn that one out on Song
Adams: Now she is going to try and end this quickly I am sure...see what did I tell you?
Remi quickly floats over for a pin but Alana breaks up the count with a double axehandle on the back of Remi's head. Eden grabs the ropes and hits Allure with a springboard dropkick that sends the bombshell rolling across the ring and out under the bottom rope. Remi rolls herself out as well as Song crawls towards her corner. Alana gets to the corner just as Song reaches for the tag. Across the ring, Eden helps Remi to the corner and then as she gets the tag rope, Remi gets in under the bottom rope and tags in Eden who leaps over the ropes and steps in front of Alana with a glare. Alana attempts a round house kick but her leg is caught by Eden who spins her around and uses her own spinning heel kick to knock Alana out of the ring. Eden slides through the ropes as Alana makes it to her feet. Charging along the apron, Eden leaps on the shoulder of Allure and takes her over with a hurricanrana.
Adams: Team Technicolor taking it to the former champions tonight Belly.
Simone: How many times have I told you not to call me that Jason? But seaking of the match, Eden and Alana need to get back into the ring.
Summers counts both women on the floor as each tries to recover. Alana manages to get to her feet first and rolls under the ropes to break the count. Eden is back to her feet as well as she slides under the ropes and into the ring. Getting to her feet, Eden is quick to grab Alana and spins her around to take her down with a dropkick into the Elders' corner where Song tags herself in. Eden motions for her to bring it as Song slides through the ropes and into the ring. Eden's fists come up as Song moves towards her and the two lock up. Song manages to whip Eden into the ropes and catches her with a forearm smash as she rebounds. Eden is knocked to the mat as Song pops up quickly then rushes across the ring to leap on the second rope to land a moonsault on the slowly rising Eden which drives the air out of her lungs.
Simone: Song catching Eden with a moonsault.
Adams: But from the looks of it, she isn't going to go for the pin with it.
Getting up, Song pulls Eden to her feet and then leaves her swaying in the middle of the ring as she moves back slightly and begins to use a low kick then middle kick and finishes off Eden with a high kick that sends her to the mat near her corner. Reaching in, Remi tags her sister and then helps her into the corner and under the bottom rope to stand on the outside. Getting into the ring with Song Remi motions for Song to tag in Alana saying she wants to face the other bombshell.
Simone: Remi is smart wanting to face Alana who might be a bit more winded than an energized Song.
Adams: Or it is a crazy mind game attempt to get them out of their groove.
Simone: Either way, I think that Remi is going to get her wish.
Alana holds out her hand and Song with a smile tags her in. Alana comes through the ropes and charges towards Remi who takes Allure off her feet with a clothesline. Song sees this and charges into the ring. Eden sees this and leaps over the top rope and team technicolor hits a double dropkick on Song which sends her out of the ring. Remi picks up Alana and using her hair, tosses Alana across the ring and against the ringpost. Song comes into the ring once more and leaps on Remi's back to bring her arm around the neck of Remi and locks in a choke hold. Summers moves to warn Song that she is not the legal bombshell. Eden grabs the hair of Song and drags her off Remi who falls to the mat choking and trying to catch her breath. Spinning Song around, Eden whips her into the ropes and catches her with a spinning spinebuster. Rolling her up, Eden goes for a pin but Summers won't count as Eden and Song are not the legal bombshells.
Adams: Ladies, you aren't the legal ones in the match...
Simone: I don't think that they can hear you Jason.
Adams: LADIES!!! GET IN THE RING!!
Simone: Shouting isn't going to help and I bet the sound guys back in the booth aren't too happy with you right now.
Adams: Sorry guys, drinks are on me tonight...cups of coffee for everyone.
Remi gets to her feet as does Alana who catches Remi with a kick to the midsection then bounces off the ropes to take Remi to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker. Jacob is helping Song and Eden out of the ring then turns to see Alana pull Remi up by the hair. Summers moves to admonish Alana which gives Remi a break enough to lock on an abdominal stretch on Alana. Summers checks on Alana asking if she wants to submit but the former champion shakes her head negatively as she tries to bend enough to make Remi off balance. Taking a deep breath, Alana forces Remi over and hip tosses her to the mat.
Simone: Remi had her in an abdominal stretch but Alana was able to escape.
Adams: But she hip tossed Remi near her partner so I don't think that was very smart.
Simone: That's right because Remi is able to tag in her sister.
Adams: Just like that...
Simone: And Eden manages to cut off Alana from her partner.
Alana turns and tries to make it across the ring to tag in Song but Remi is faster and tags in Eden who gets between Allure and her corner. Alana reaches for Song but Eden drops her shoulder and drives Allure back with a shoulder block. Allure reaches again for Song as she picks up Eden to drive her back towards the corner. Still unable to tag in Song, Alana catches Eden around the midsection. Realizing what she is about to do, Eden shakes her head as Alana hits a belly to belly suplex. Eden arches in pain as Alana lies on the mat catching her breath before turning to her hands and knees and launching herself to tag her partner as Eden tags in Remi once more
Adams: Team Technicolor is about to win this one by getting the fresh person in the match.
Simone: But Alana also managed to tag in her fresh partner so it is anyone's match now.
Song leaps on the top rope and then uses a flying body press to take Remi to the mat. Rolling through with the hold, Remi manages to try to pin Song but the Elder is too strong and breaks the pin. Remi gets to her hands and knees as Song pops to her feet and tags in Alana. Eden shouts out to the rising Remi that Song is on her feet and as Remi turns to face Song she is met with a superkick to the jaw. Song gets between Remi and Eden as Alana locks on the Warm Embrace. Summers moves to check on Remi who is trying to fight the hold but can't and finally taps out.
Justin: The winners of the match, Song and Alana Allure, the Members of the ELDERS!
Simone: The Elders did it, they beat Team Technicolor in the match and I have to say that definitely should put them on the road to regaining their titles once more.
Adams: I think that Evie Baang and Odette Stevens will have something to say about that.
Team Technicolor leaves the ring as Alana and Song each climb the turnbuckles and raise their arms in victory as their theme plays over the arena.
We see James Tuscini standing in the hallway and there is a cameraman focused on him. We also notice that Sin City Wrestling Interviewer, "Stoner" Scott Oliver, is holding an interview with Tuscini.
Scott: How do you feel going into your Blast From The Past match tonight?
James: Exceptionally confident.
Scott: Are you serious? You're in a match against Mercedes Vargas one of the most successful wrestlers in Sin City Wrestling.
James: Yes I know her history Scott. But I'm not physically wrestling against her. When she tags out of the ring I tag in and face Max Burke.
Scott: Don't you feel Mercedes is more than Trish can handle?
James: Nope. Anyone can defeat anyone on any given day. Today is our day to defeat our opponents and move up into the Quarter Finals. Trish is confident she can defeat Mercedes and I know, without a doubt, I'm more than Burke can handle.
Scott: You mentioned earlier in the week that you are concerned about interference from your opponents. Does that still apply as your match approaches?
James: Yes, Scott, since I'm such a damn good wrestler, and my opponents are always scared to face off against me, the possibility of interference by opponents remains a reality. With Pinky in my corner, and with members of the Italian Mafia lurking around the arena, it isn't likely anyone can get much interference done. I mean, come on, hard to cause damage with interference if someone breaks your arm or leg while you are on your way to interfering in a match right?
Scott: What, if any, closing comments do you have for Mercedes Vargas and Max Burke?
James: Be ready for anything from our team. Be ready for us to prove to the world that just because you have held more Title Belts than we have that you are still vulnerable and will be defeated. Be ready for us to surprise and amaze you. Be ready for our hands to be raised in victory. Be ready for us to move on into the Quarter Finals while you shuffle home to watch us perform in the Finals on television. After that watch us move up again until we win the Blast From The Past Tournament and go after the World Title Belt in our respective Divisions.
Scott: There you have it directly from the mouth of James Tuscini. Can James back up his claims tonight? Stay tuned to find out.
There is a long table set up in the ring and we see with 5 chairs. One on one side while the other four on are on the other. The Elders music hits the PA system and we see all of The Elders and their dog Wrigley appear on the stage to a large cheer from the crowd. They all stand on the stage looking out at the crowd for a moment as they cheer their hometown favorites. They make their way to the ring being lead slightly by Alana Allure. They make their way inside the ring by climbing the steps and entering through the ropes.
Eyesnsane takes a seat just left of the middle and leans back in his chair as if relaxing a bit. Alana sits next to Eyesnsane while also taking the microphone away from him that was on the table while Song and Jon continue to stand behind their would be chairs as the music quiets down. Eyesnsane leans over toward the microphone but Alana moves it away from him.
The opening beat of drums is heard through the speaker, The fans instantly cheer as a huge guitar rift starts to play as this pyros explode either side of the stage. Skid Row's "Midnight Tornado" Starts to boom through the speakers. The smoke starts to clear and Hot Stuff Mark Ward is seen standing on the top of the stage. He points to the fans on the left side of him, then to the fans on the right, and then clinches his fists. He starts to grind his hips as the rock music continues to blast out. He takes a few steps forward to the beginning of the ramp and does a double muscle pose, causing more pyro's to explode behind him and the fans react louder. He slowly walks down the ramp, stopping every few feet to pose for the ladies in attendance. Hot Stuff walks up to the ropes and steps through them before moving towards The Elders.
Alana: I'd like to thank you for taking the time to see us about signing our new contract. I think you will find all that my clients and I are asking for to be more than fair and reasonable. We also know that you may think that these request may be too much for a another one year deal. After speaking with the group we have decided that while yes SCW can terminate us at anytime with or without reason we are willing to offer you three years IF we can get all of the requests met. If we can only get half of what were are seeking then we would agree to a two year deal. If for any strange reason you wish to give us none of what we are requesting then... Well because we wish to be loyal to SCW we will keep what we have now but only sign to a one year deal with the option to renew the contract with in the year if any of the Elders manage to capture gold within this time.
I will start with what I would like. I had added was that Members of the Elders be booked more often. Sure we understand their will be times when both teams are not needed, but we are requesting that we do not have any stretches of three weeks or more without booking any of us.
There is a cheer that comes from the crowd at hearing they could be seeing The Elders more often. Hot Stuff holds his finger and walks over to the ropes, motioning to Justin to pass him a microphone. Justin stands from his seat and moves towards the boss handing him a microphone. Hot Stuff turns back towards The Elders.
HS: First off, I seriously hope all of ya are not gonna give me a whole list of demands and expect me to go jumping through hoops. There's this thing called negotiation. I don't think you're actually good at it though to be honest Alana, because you've basically said I can tell you all to piss off with all demands and you'll still sign a contract with me.
Hot Stuff smirks as The Elders look around each other, but the boss raises a finger.
HS: A few months ago, I woulda just waved this off, said if you wanna be here, one year deal, no perks, no bonuses, but you're in luck that I'm a changed man. Booking more often, that's what you want?
Hot Stuff looks around the nodding group.
HS: I can not promise that in this current cycle, it's Blast From The Past season, it's tough to do, but I will do what I can to get you in the ring every chance that I can get. Also doesn't mean you can't show up when you're not booked, pick up a microphone and talk. The fans don't switch over when The Elders are on the screen. Right, who's next?
Alana hands the microphone to Eyesnsane
Eyesnsane: I'll keep it simple and to the point. We want Elders shirts.
Eyesnsane while still seated raises the microphone up and above his head. The crowd cheers on chanting for Elder t-Shirts.
HS: You want Elders shirts? You could ask for anything to keep you here and Elders shirts is what you want?
Hot Stuff looks around the crowd
HS: If I was to invest in creating Elders shirts for these guys, would you buy them?
The crowd cheer and Hot Stuff shrugs.
HS: Done. Now what do you want Jon?
Jon Dough takes the microphone from Eyensane
Jon Dough: Mr. Mark Ward. What I would like... Wait Excuse me a second.
Jon walks to the nearest turnbuckle and climbs it. Holding the mic close to his mouth
Jon Dough: Jon Who!?!?!?!?
Crowd: Jon Dough!!!!
Jon Dough: I know Mr. Ward is a busy man but he needs to see first hand just how loud the SCW fans can get when the Elders are are in the ring... Jon who?
Crowd: JON DOUGH!!!!!
Jon Dough: I want us to be treated with more respect. You see Mr. Ward for some pointless stupid reason every time the female Elders have a match someone feels in the need to come down and add there two cent on commentary all there really doing is taking the spotlight from the Elders cus they can't earn their own. Also why is it that most of the victories Eyesnsane and I get always gets overshadowed by someone who wants to come down and talk to the opponents we beat. I mean come on there chat can't wait to a bit later? Why is it that someone in the back feels the need to over shadow our victories. It's kind of Bullshit...
Crowd: That is Bullshit.....That is Bullshit.....That is Bullshit.....
Jon Dough: Seems to always happen to the Elders more than anyone else. Were asking for you to see if that can get toned down a bit. Please I mean it's the least you guys can do for us The Elders the same group that sat here and joined the ranks when the division was at its lowest numbers and then sat here for months trying are hardest to get no teams to form or for returns to come back. Hell between us Mr. Ward team BJ, Team Hero, The Angel Clan I can keep going we're all too happy to sit as champions and not go out there way to seek out new challengers.
HS: So you're saying you want no guest commentators to sit and talk about you?
Hot Stuff looks around the ring, a look of disbelief on his face.
HS: Erm, boy you guys really don't know how to make a demand. Ok, I will stop all guest commentator coming to the ring to talk about your opponents.
Hot Stuff turns around, shrugging his shoulders and putting his hands flat out in front of him, before turning back to The Elders and looking towards Song.
HS: And what do you want sweet cheeks?
Song now with the microphone
Song: Hi Mr. Ward, I will piggy back from what Alana wants. Look we know you can only book so many tag team matches. So I was hoping maybe you can book me in some Single matches from time to time that why at least one Elder gets book often
HS: You wanna be the one to break away and try and get your name out there to keep the stable name alive in the singles division? In there with the likes of Melody Grace, Crystal Millar, Polly Playtime, Evie Baang and all those people?
Hot Stuff taps his chin.
HS: Sure, why not. I'm sure they're crying out to beat up someone new. Are we done here?
Wrigley: Woof! Woof!
Song: Oh crap thank you Wrigley. We almost forgot were wanting a 20% pay increase please!!!
Hot Stuff laughs at Song's last comment, slowly shaking his head.
HS: Ah, I wondered where the money issue would come in. It's always about the money really. Twenty percent. That's not happening Song, but I'll offer you ten percent and I won't ban dogs from arenas. What ya think?
After everybody has had had their turn to speak they bunch up to talk amongst themselves for a few moments. Alana takes the microphone back once again...
Alana: As I told you all very reasonable requests.
HS: And negotiated so here's what I want you to do.
Hot Stuff reaches in to his pocket and pulls out a folded sheet of paper and places it on the table.
HS: I want you to state the agreement that we just made in to that camera right there.
Hot Stuff waves the cameraman over.
HS: Just tell him what has just been agreed, the terms, length and clauses of your new deal, as witnessed by thousands of people. Sign your names on that pre-contract in front of you and we'll get everything written up and ready for you to sign within the week.
Jon Dough: Wait this was way too easy why do I feel were about to get screwed?
Song takes the microphone from Jon Dough.
Song: Jon just sign the damn paper. Mr. Ward We the Elders thank you and will indeed sign a three year deal we only ask that at the end of every Blaze of Glory that follows that you at least consider a pay increase for us.
HS: I'll consider it.
Song looks back at Jon Dough
Song: We clearly didn't ask for too much, It's not like we're demanding title shots, and iron clad contract. Plus you chickened out from what you really wanted to ask him so shut up and sign the paper damnit. I got bombshells to.
Song looks at the ramp way
Song: I'm looking at you Melody Grace... Non title match you and me one on one sweetie. Now Jon sign the paper or find this microphone shoved so far up your....
Alana takes the microphone from Song.
Jon Dough: Well, I was just going to...
Song smacks the back of Jon's head and yells at him
Song: Just sign and shut up!!
Alana: One more thing Mr. Ward within the next week or two you and I will have a talk about a part time contract.
Alana points at the SCW tron... The tron lights up and we now see LAW Breakout Champion Orchid on screen... The fans cheer on for Orchid.
Crowd: Yes! yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!
Orchid: Hello Mr. Ward. First off thank you so much for allowing me to be in the Blast From The Past Tournament. Dmitri and I will be this year's winners which mean I will need a contract of some kind. I will be there next week of course and maybe you and I can talk about it then?
Crowd: We miss Orchid..... We miss Orchid..... We miss Orchid.....
Hot Stuff nods towards the screen. Jon goes to sign the temporary contract laid out by Mark Ward. Each member signs on the dotted line....
Simone: And there you have it, The Elders will be signing brand new deals to keep them in SCW for years to come!
Adams: From what we just seen we may be getting Orchid back as well.
Simone: The fans want it but would Mr. Ward and Mr. Underwood really allow another member of the Elders to return
Adams: I guess that's one more reason to tune in next week.
Backstage, we come up to Max Burke sitting quietly in the shadows of a dark corner. His eyes are closed. His breaths are slow... calming. His head is bowed, face hidden from the hood of his ring jacket.
Max Burke:: It's almost time. The minutes are ticking away until I break the curtain for the first time in three years. It's almost time to break James Tuscini's will, and spirit. This moron likes to crack his jokes. Let me make something perfectly clear. You will pay dearly this evening for not taking me seriously. When you step in between those ropes, you need to be prepared. You are not James. You will regret it. This night... this is the night that Max Burke and Mercedes Vargas begin their journey. We make examples of you, and Trish. The 2017 Blast For The Past is our time. It is our time to make another career defining statement. We run the gauntlet, and get another shot at the top championships in this company that we helped build. We will not be denied. The journey to the gold starts with you two. You drew the short straw unfortunately James and Trish. The time for talking is finished. The lesson begins now. See you in the ring sunshine.
The camera cuts away.
The scene comes in with The Angels of the Fallen walking backstage, coming from the parking structure. They are all smiling and chuckling, having a generally good time. They're heading past the seamstress table, and see Ryan Keys discussing some things with the seamstress, Pauline.
Ryan Keys: "No, see, Christian said less. These trunks need to be smaller."
Pauline: "But if I go any smaller, then all you'd have on would be, like dental floss."
Ryan thinks for a minute and shrugs.
Ryan Keys: "Well, I've worked in less, but I don't know if you can get that in the color I'm wanting..."
Just then, Diamond steps up and taps him on the shoulder. He turns around and smiles.
Ryan Keys: "Well hello there. So you do keep your promises I see."
Diamond chuckles and nods.
Diamond: "An Angel can always be kept to their word. Do you really want to go that much shorter on your ring gear though? I mean, they're already pretty skimpy. But I can totally see why Christian would want you to go with less. If I wasn't already smitten with my guy, you'd be a yummy morsel to play with."
Ryan blushes and ducks his head.
Ryan Keys: "You must say that to all the guys."
Gothika chuckles and shakes her head.
Gothika: "Only the ones she thinks are cute. But don't worry. She's harmless. Being with Jeremiah has declawed her where other men are concerned. She may flirt, but she'd never take it any farther than harmless flirting."
Ryan chuckles and winks at Diamond.
Ryan Keys: "Well, flirting can be lots of fun."
Diamond giggles and links her arm through Ryan's, giving it a squeeze.
Diamond: "See, I knew there was a reason why I liked you. Alright hon, here's what we need to do. Tomorrow you should come out with us to have lunch or brunch, or heck, just spend the day with us, and we can go have some fun. We'll get to know each other better, and we can show you how to party like an Angel. You up for that?"
Ryan grins and shrugs.
Ryan Keys: "Sure. Sounds like fun."
Diamond reaches into her pocket and pulls out her wallet, then slips out a light blue, glitter covered business card and hands it to Ryan.
Diamond: "Alright, here's my info. Text me later, and we'll set up a time."
Ryan nods.
Ryan Keys: "Alright. Sounds like a plan."
Gothika checks her watch and frowns.
Gothika: "Shoot, we gotta run. We've got a meeting with PR about stuff to do during the rest of the tour. We'll see you tomorrow!"
Everyone else pulls out their cards and hands them to Ryan, and smile and wave as they all head out. Pauline chuckles as she pulls out more material swatches.
Pauline: "You're a lucky duck. Not a lot of people can say they have the Fallen as acquaintances, let alone friends. You must have made an impression on those girls."
Ryan shrugs and turns back to her swatches.
Ryan Keys: "Well, we shall see won't we. Now... I like this color here, but I don't know if it's stretchy enough. Ooohh, see through!!!"
The scene fades out.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round Blast from the Past tournament round!!!
The arena quiets down as the house lights drop out and a chilling blue light filters through the crowd. The haunting masterpiece that is David Bowie?s Blackstar begins to ring out as 'Pro Wrestling's Pedigree' Max Burke steps out through a fog onto the stage. Standing clad in black trunks with his initials on the front, 'BURKE" written across the back and tall black shiny boots and knee pads, he raises his arm in the air with a finger pointing to the heavens and his signature scowl on his face. He wears his fur jacket with a hood covering his head. The crowd boos as he starts to slowly walk down the ramp.
The crowd continues to boo as Max slowly walks past them. He turns to them and raises his hand in a threatening backhand manner and then chuckles to himself when a few of the fans jump back in fear. He walks up the steel steps and stops for a moment, staring straight up at the sky. He lifts his arm and points to the sky again, his ode to his Uncle Ben, and then very quietly slips into the ring between the top and second rope.
He jumps up on the top rope and squats up there for a moment, before flipping the hood off of his head and posing. He jumps back down into the ring to a chorus of a few more boos and shrugs off his jacket. Max leans up against the ropes and waits for his tag team partner to appear
Justin: Currently in the ring!! Standing in at 6'0 and weighing in at 220 pounds!! Hailing from Dorchester, New Brunswick, Canada!! Max Burke!!!
Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.
Justin: Making her way to the ring (or depending on where Mercedes is when the ring announcer begins the introduction, Coming down the aisle, About to enter the ring, or Currently in the ring), from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while she and Max Burke are waiting for their opponents to arrive.
No More Mister Nice Guy by Alice Cooper begins to play as the lights in the arena go dark. We watch as red, white, and green, spotlights flash around the entrance area. We see James Tuscini, along with his Uncle Pinky del Ferrando, who doubles as his Manager, step out from the backstage area and James plays the crowd by waving and flexing his muscles. James and Pinky make their way across the landing and then they head down the ramp to the wrestling ring. Along the way James acknowledges the crowd by giving high fives and shaking hands while Uncle Pinky flirts with the older ring rats. When James and Pinky arrive at the ring James climbs up the ring steps, then he walks along the ring apron, then he ducks through the ropes into the ring where he makes a trip around the ring to play the crowd some more before settling into a corner to await the arrival of his tag team partner. His Manager, Pinky del Ferrando, takes a chair at ringside.
Justin: Their first opponent!! Standing in at 6'4 and weighs in at 240 pounds!! Hailing from San Francisco, California!! James Tuscini!!!
"Now" by Fireflight plays out loud over the P.A system, as Trish Newborn walks out to a roar from the people in attendance. Several homemade signs were held for the cameras supporting the returning Bombshell to action in SCW. Stopping, Trish walks over to a mother holding a little girl with a shirt of hers on. The Veteran asks something to the mother. A nod happens. Trish Newborn smiles and lifts the little baby into her arms. This little girl waves to cameras. Upon handing back the little girl, Trish takes off her trademark sunglasses and puts them on the little girl to wear who in turn smiles away. Newborne waves at the pair before continuing down the aisle and soon makes her way inside the ring. She walks over to the turnbuckles and stands on the middle rope before hoping back down to the Sin City Wrestling ring.
Justin: And his tag team partner!! Standing in at 5'3 and weighs in 125 pounds!! Hailing from San Diego, California!!! Trish Newborn!!!!!
Simone: Another first round match for the Blast from the Past tournament, where the winners will face the world champion in their own division!! Who will it be??
Adams:f Advantage I would give to Mercedes and Max, because let's face it. Trish hasn't competed in ages!!
The bell rings with Tuscini starting off against Max Burke, the two former Roulette champions circle each other before they lock arms. Tuscini manages to lock Burke in a side headlock as Burke pushes him in the ropes as Tuscini comes off and drops Burke with a shoulder block that sends him into the canvas. Burke slowly backs off as he tags in Mercedes as Tuscini is forced to tag in his tag team partner the returning Trish Newborn. The two bombshells circle each other in the ring as Trish is clapping to the crowd to give her team the support that she is looking for before focusing on her opponent. Locking arms, but Mercedes quickly snatches her by the hair as she pushes her in a corner where she starts to chop away at Trish before executing a corner foot choke on Trish as Jasmine St. John starts to use the five count forcing Mercedes to break it up at the count of four. She then grabs Trish by the hair as she pulls her out of her corner and whips her in the ropes before setting her up for a Discus Clothesline. But Trish manages to duck the clothesline and jumps upwards behind her and locks her in an Arm scissors type move, falling backwards as she forces Mercedes to fall backwards with her into a pinning combination as Jasmine starts to use the three count.
Jasmine: One!! Two!!
Mercedes manages to escape the grip and boots Trish in the face before tagging back in Max, causing Jasmine to force Trish to tag back in her tag team partner James Tuscini. Just as James steps through the ropes he gets attacked by the man that awaited him. Blasting forearms to his back before executing a Snap Suplex on Tuscini before going for the pin.
Jasmine: One!!
Tuscini kicks out at the count of one, clearly not ready to be pinned that quickly as Burke grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet, setting him up for a short arm clothesline. Only to have Tuscini duck it and hits an inverted Atomic Drop. This sends Burke into the ropes before being grabbed by Tuscini for a standard Atomic Drop and follows it up with a clothesline. He goes for the cover as Jasmine goes for the three count.
Jasmine: One!! Two!! Thr...
Burke somehow manages to get his shoulder off the canvas in time as James locks him in a reverse chin lock as he puts all of his weight on the neck of Burke as he is reaching for the ropes. Realizing that he is too far away from the ropes Burke tries to get back to his feet as he drives series of elbows in the midsection of Tuscini before running to the ropes, Tuscini follows him up for a clothesline but Burke ducks and runs to the other side where he gets tagged in from behind Mercedes. Tuscini hasn't seen it as he grabs Burke and scoops him up for a Spine Buster and drops him hard before covering him. We see already Trish and Mercedes in the ring battling it out with each other as Jasmine St John tells Tuscini that he has to leave the ring as he isn't the legal wrestler anymore.
Simone: What a bad break for James Tuscini, he had an opportunity to finish the match!!
Adams: Luckily for Max Burke he got tagged out!! Or else I would have seen whether he would have kicked out or not!!
Mercedes works over the left arm of Trish as she has her locked in a Hammerlock, only to have Trish to reverse it into one of her own and follows it up with a modified neckbreaker as she has grabbed the neck of Mercedes. She goes for the cover, only to score a two count as Mercedes got her shoulder up in time. Trish executes a fist drop on Mercedes forehead before rolling Mercedes over on her stomach and locks her in a front face lock as Mercedes is trying to push her upper body off the canvas as Trish puts on a lot of pressure on the neck area of Mercedes as well as making it hard for her to breathe. Mercedes tries to get to her knees, only to have Trish to let go off the hold and locks her in a reverse chin lock. Where Jasmine checks on it whether it is a choke, but signals that is clean as Mercedes is complaining that it is a choke. She grabs the hair of Mercedes, trying to use it to her advantage as Jasmine pulls her hands away from the hair of Trish. Mercedes then grabs Jasmine by the waist and pulls her into her as Jasmine crashes in on Trish and that causes the hold to be broken. Trish is now in the corner of Mercedes and Max as Max has jumped off the apron and has grabbed the legs of Trish before pulling her down as Mercedes had Jasmine distracted from it as Jasmine warned her not to do this anymore or get disqualified.
Simone: Now that wasn't fair of Burke and Vargas!!
Adams: It wasn't, but they didn't get caught by the referee!!
James storms off the apron and runs after Max Burke, who runs off towards the back as Tuscini follows him to the back. Leaving Mercedes and Trish to fight it out in a singles match as a camera follows the two superstars to the back. Mercedes is laughing as she grabs Trish and whips her into another turnbuckle, she charges in on Trish with a shoulder tack into the midsection attempt. But Trish sidesteps, causing Mercedes to hit the steel ring post and leaning into the ring post as her face shows a grimace of pain.We suddenly see a split screen where we see Max and Tuscini battle it out backstage as Tuscini catches up with Burke and sends him into the concrete wall face first. He then grabs him by the hair and sets him up for a whip into the popcorn vending machine, but Burke reverses it and sends Tuscini face first into the popcorn vending machine. Having him leaning into the popcorn vending machine before falling backwards as we see popcorn fall out of his mouth and some of it sticking into his hair.
Adams: I hope he wasn't hungry!!!
Back in the ring we see Trish grab Mercedes by the arm and drags her to the middle of the ring, there she signals for the end of the match as she runs to the ropes and jumps up for a round house kick off the ropes.
Simone: Air Trish!!!
Trish hits the move to the temple of Mercedes before landing on her knees, Trish goes for the cover as Jasmine drops to the canvas for the three count.
Jasmine: One!! Two!! Thre....
Adams: NO!!
Bad break for Trish as Mercedes somehow managed to put two fingers on the bottom rope to break the three count attempt of Trish, who can't believe it and starts to argue with Jasmine whether it was a three count or not. But unfortunately for Trish Jasmine shows her that it was a two count as the fans cheer her on to get the job done against Mercedes. Trish grabs Mercedes and locks her in a standing headlock as she puts an arm around her neck as she sets Mercedes up for a Suplex. But Mercedes somehow manages to roll Trish up for a small package as Jasmine drops to the canvas for the count.
Jasmine: One!! Two!! Thr...
Trish manages to kick out at the final moment, seeing that Mercedes is still dazed she runs to the ropes for another attempt at Air Trish. She jumps off the ropes and goes for another round house kick from the ropes to the temple of Mercedes. But Mercedes had sidestepped, causing Trish to hit nothing but air before landing ackward on her knee. Mercedes immediately takes advantage of the given situation as she grabs Trish by the head and spins her around to her feet and sets her up for her finisher
Simone: Black Rose Overdrive!!!!
Mercedes hits the move as Jasmine goes for the three count
Jasmine: One!! Two!! Three!!!
The bell rings as Jasmine raises the arm of Mercedes Vargas in the air as we see Max Burke reappear from the backstage area.
Justin: The winners of this match!! Mercedes Vargas and Max Burke!!!
The scene comes back in with Gothika pacing back and forth backstage by herself. She's growling and grumbling when her phone rings. She looks at it, and frowns.
Gothika: "Unknown number? What the hell?"
She clicks on an app that records the call and puts the phone on speaker phone.
Gothika: "This is Gothika."
Just then, a voice that you can tell it's gone through a voice changer comes on the line.
Unknown: "Hello Gothika. How's it going?"
Gothika frowns and growls.
Gothika: "Who is this?"
The distorted voice chuckles.
Unknown: "I'm the person who has your little blood doll."
Gothika gasps.
Gothika: "You have Michael? Where is he you sick sadistic..."
The voice interrupts her tirade.
Unknown: "Ah ah ahh... Now that's no way to keep Michael safe, is it? You really don't want me to get mad at you and take my frustrations out towards you on him now, do you?"
Gothika yells into the phone.
Gothika: "You bitch!! I swear, if you have hurt one hair on his head, I'm gonna..."
The voice interrupts her again.
Unknown: "You're not about to do a damned thing!! Oh, just hearing the anguish in your voice is so delicious!! Almost as delicious as Michael is."
You hear a muffled masculine yell, then you start to hear a slurping, sucking sound, and in the background, you hear moans and groans of pain. Gothika's face turns into a mask of rage, just as Dmitri comes running around the corner.
Unknown: "Mmmm, so tasty. You really picked a good one here."
Gothika's voice is almost deadpan with rage as she speaks.
Gothika: "When I get my hands on you, I'm going to make you wish you'd never chosen to become undead. I'm going to promote you to truly dead and in the most painful way possible. The things I am going to do to you will make the Marquis de Sade frightened of what I'm capable of.
The voice laughs mockingly.
Unknown: "We shall see, won't we? Knowing you're tortured by what is happening right now gives me such satisfaction. Almost as much as torturing Michael is. Thank you for the lovely morsel."
And the phone is hung up. Gothika looks up at Dmitri with eyes full of rage filled tears.
Gothika: "I'm going to the Council here in Chicago after the show. You have to come with me. I can't do this alone and I can't take the others. We need to help him!"
Dmitri wraps his arms around her body and nods as she sinks into wracking sobs.
Dmitri: "I know. I'll come if I can get away from Ekaterina. Though she's been strangely nonchalant about me lately. Tuscini and Pinky said they will see what they can do to help. Just try to stay strong."
Gothika shakes her head, her eyes no longer ice blue but blood red with rage.
Gothika: "Staying strong is not the hard part. It's not going into a murderous rage right now that's the hard part."
The shot zooms in slowly on her red eyes until they fill the screen, then the shot cuts away.
The camera cuts to what seems like a ruckus in the crowd, causing spotlights to spin around the area. The big screen lights up to see Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean amongst the crowd, posing with fans for selfies. Ben and Jamie walk down the steps, Jamie quickly jumping in to a vacant seat next to a young female fan and putting his head on her shoulder while she scrambles for her phone for a shot of a lifetime. Ben ducks his head behind her, holding up his title belt as she quickly snaps a picture.
Adams: It's the SCW Tag Team Champions!
Simone: Team BJ are in the crowd!
Jamie stands up and the two continue down the steps, stopping every few feet to stand next to another fan, the fans without their phones out, the flashes lighting up the section Ben and Jamie are in. Ben points down to someone in the front row and he and Jamie move towards the girl sitting on the end of the row.
Adams: I think they're heading towards SCW blogger, Zelda Clark.
Indeed Jason is right as Jamie arrives first, laying across the lap of the woman in the front row. A shocked look crosses Zelda's face as Ben crouches next to her, his phone in hand and snaps a quick selfie, the look of shock on Zelda's face now captured in picture form.
Simone: Not the look on Zelda's face that she would have wanted for that selfie.
Jamie gets off from Zelda's lap and Ben taps the still shocked young lady on the head. Jamie points towards the commentary table and Ben nods his head and the duo quickly jump over the barricades and move towards Jason and Belinda. Jamie reaches in to his pocket and pulls out his phone, laying across the commentary table as Ben moves behind it, pulling Belinda and Jason closer to him. Jamie quickly takes that selfie of the four of them, before looking at it, the camera zooming in to see Jason's eyes closed.
Adams: Aw man!
Simone: What are you guys even doing?
Ben turns his head to Belinda as Jamie sits up.
Ben: Simple sweets, everyone has their own way of celebrating the last show, they're talking parties, they're talking about getting their friends together and all that malarky, but me and JD thought we'd do something a little bit different. We won the bloody tag team titles again, and we couldn't have done it without the fans backing us all the way.
Jamie nods his head before rolling off the table, moving to some nearby fans in the front row.
Ben: So we thought we'd come do a little celebrating with them. We thought we'd come and take a few pics, and give them a memory because they drove us on to give us two plonkers another memory by becoming the champs, so for a little bit, we're gonna hang with them, so excuse me you handsome people, time for us to get back to that. You two have a blinder.
Ben steps away from the table, before leaping over the barricade. Jamie follow suit and the camera cuts elsewhere.
The cameras shift backstage to see the current SCW World Bombshell Champion, Melody Grace standing along-side Pussy Willows. The two look to be in a friendly conversation, as Pussy isn't pressing Melody for any information or questions. However, as the two are talking the SCW crowd peaks up with another chorus of cheers as Song steps onto the scene from a far distance. A different camera fades in as we see Song walking with Jon Dough..
Jon Dough: Hey you called out the champ and there she is. I say we go over there and tell how how you plan on wiping....
Song: Jon stop. This is not about who has the bigger ego as it is more about who is the best. I do my actions in the ring not run my mouth like others do. Melody is the top Bombshells and I want to prove I and a top star myself now leave so the ladies can talk.
Jon Dough: Hey camera man who is not Ted for some reason follow me.
Jon leaves with the camera man. The camera focused on Melody and Pussy Willow takes over and zooms in on Song. Pussy points over Melody's shoulder and the champion turns around to see what she's pointing at, at that time a wicked smile crosses Melody's face.
Adams: Well this isn't going to end well.
Simone: I really don't think anything bad is going to come of this.
Adams: Did you not see Twitter, Belinda, these two were going back and forth.
Simone: Twitter, the online trash pit.
Melody takes her leave from her work mum and makes her way over towards Song, who is seemingly making a b-line towards Melody as well.
Melody: Well, if it isn't the lovely... Song. I've been waiting for you all night, to you know ad some action to those words you have been typing away on Twitter with.
Melody stops in front of Song, a smile on her face while she adjusts the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship over her shoulder.
Song: As I have been looking for you, everywhere.
Melody just continues to smile.
Melody: I'm really not hard to find, Song... I mean and you're meant to be a ninja, shouldn't you have that down pat?
Song just smiles wildly.
Song: Well you make a good point. It's just so hard to catch you alone. There is always someone sniffing your butt... Heck I guess I am to in a way. But back to the task on hand. Yes I said on twitter I want to fight Melody Grace, yes I said I will find you at some point today and tell you face to face woman to woman that I want to fight you in the ring. Yes you are the best SCW has right now, but only because they're not used to seeing Song in singles matches.
Song smiles but quickly goes away as Melody pats her title helping to prove the point that she is the top dog in SCW. The fans realizing they are witnessing something rare between a top singles wrestler and a top tag team wrestler.
Crowd: Holy shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit!Melody: Wow, that was a long build up Song... it's like a long winded joke and I'm still waiting for the punchline... So why don't you just cut to the chase and get to the point?
Melody looks at Song and then back down to her SCW Bombshell Championship.
Song: I said earlier this is not about the title. Tag team wrestlers get over looked by their counterparts in the singles division. That is not right nor is that fair. You giving me the honor to get in the ring with you to prove my point would be very kind of you. The fans want it, I want it, and if nothing else you want it to just to shut me up. I am not demanding a match. I am asking very humbly if you would take the time to face me in the ring.
The SCW fans let out a round of cheers, while Melody stops to think about it.
Melody: Like I say, each and every week Song, had you been paying attention. Every time I go into that ring, this will be on the line.
She taps her championship belt once more.
Melody: I like to consider myself as a fighting champion and hell, if I get beaten in a non title match up, what's the point of me even having this championship? So here's the thing, I'm happy to face you, one on one in the ring. however, I hope you realise what you're getting yourself in to. I mean, in a singles match there is no one and I mean no one that you can tag yourself out to. There are no breaks on the ring apron, there are no time outs, not a single second to catch your breath... so if you think you can handle that... I'll see you in that ring, but I'll understand if actually having to put in hard work startles you into staying backstage, to hide... like the little ninja you are.
Melody smiles again at Song, the fans unsure if she is just playing a game with Song or if she was being serious. However, she doesn't give Song a chance to reply as she quickly looks her up and down before skipping off into the distance.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will be contested under Chicago street fight rules!!!
Adams: HERE WE GO!!!!
Simone: This is going to be bloody!!!
Father Williams walks out from behind the curtain and signals for silence before the lights go out as I want it all from Queen hits as we see a golden light emerge as it lights the entrance way as Chris Shipman walks out to the arena wearing a Golden Robe with a cross on the back. He has his arms spread towards the fans as he has his eyes set upon the ring. He finally gets to the ring as he opens his robe and reveals a golden wrestling tights and boots as he slowly walks up the ramp and stares down the crowd one last time before entering the ring.
Justin: Currently in the ring!! Standing in at 6'5 and weighing in at 265 pounds!! Hailing from West London, England!! Chris Shipman!!!!!
He steps out from behind the curtain and stops. He looks to the left and then the right. He then slowly walks down the aisle until he gets next to the ring where he looks to the left and the right once more before walking to the stairs. He climbs the stairs and enters the ring and walks to the opposite corner climbs up on the second turn buckle and folds his arms in front of him as he looks out at the crowd.
Justin: And his opponent!! Standing in at 6'3 and weighing in at 230 pounds!! Hailing from Chicago, Illinois!!! Eyesnsane!!!!
The bell has rang as we see Shipman already charging in on Eyesnsane, the psycho is battering him from the get go with heavy forearms to the back as well with knees to the midsection. He then grabs the face of Eyesnsane and starts to bite him in the forehead as Drew Patton looks on and can't do anything about it due to the rules of this match. Shipman finally stops his biting before clotheslining Eyesnsane over the top rope to the outside where he follows him up. There he drops an double axhandle to the back of Eyesnsane after climbing through the ropes as that drops the member of the Elders into the guardrail. Shipman follows it up with stiff punches to the ribs from behind before grabbing Eyesnsane in a Full Nelson and measures him to be send face first into the guardrail only to be stopped by a low blow as Eyesnsane manages to kick Shipman from behind in the family jewels.
Simone: OH my!! I bet Shipman didn't saw that one coming!!!
Eyesnsane rubs his forehead with his wristband across his wrist, to check if he is bleeding before turning his attention towards Shipman there he starts to pound away to the face of Shipman before pulling him up by his hair and dragging him towards the steel steps. There he pushes Shipman away from him before pulling him back towards him and knees him in the midsection before executing the drop toe hold immediately afterwards. Causing Shipman to fall face first into the steel steps and bounces off of it. Eyesnsane gets to his feet and stares at the crowd who is cheering him on.
Adams: The hometown boy sure has the people behind him!!!
Eyesnsane rolls Shipman back in the ring and jumps on the ring apron, there he measures Shipman as the Original Psycho slowly gets to his feet. Turns around to face Eyesnsane as at that moment he jumps from the ring apron onto the top rope and jumps off for a cross body block. Only to be caught by Shipman, who uses the momentum against Eyesnsane as he drops him hard across the knee before dropping him hard backwards with a Samoan Drop before going for the cover.
Drew Patton: One!! Tw....
Eyesnsane manages to kick out around the two count as Shipman immediately wraps his arm around the throat area and has him in a blatant choke with one arm as he pulls something out of his tights and measures the forehead of Eyesnsane.
Simone: A number 4 pencil!!!
Adams: Good God!!
Jamming the pencil into the forehead of Eyesnsane, causing the member of the Elders to scream out in agonizing pain as Shipman continues to jam it across the forehead as blood starts to pour out of the forehead of Eyesnsna. Causing Drew Patton to plead with Shipman, in the hopes that he will stop as he cannot stop the mad man himself. Shipman grabs the throat with the other hand and bounces the head off the canvas before running to the ropes and comes off with a knee drop across the bloodied forehead. Causing Eyesnsane to roll around in pain as we see Shipman stare at the pencil with a glee of sinister satisfaction. He throws the pencil down on the canvas as he turns his focus back on Eyesnsane as Drew quickly grabs the pencil and hides it in his back pocket before it will be used again. Shipman is blasting closed fists across the face of Eyesnsane before starting to bite him for a few moments. Then he gets up and signals for the crowd that the end is near.
Adams: Just finish it Shipman!! Let's get this match over with!!
Simone: I agree, Eyesnsane needs medical help!!
He grabs Eyesnsane and sets him up with his head between his legs and lifts him up for his Crucifix Powerbomb. Just as he lifts him up in the air and holds Eyesnsane by the arms it is Eyensane that saves himself by using his feet to grab the top rope and blocking the attempt before managing to free himself out of the grip and lands behind Shipman. In the process he quickly turns around, kicks Shipman in the midsection and drops him with a DDT in the ring. Both men are spend on the canvas as Eyesnsane tries to get himself off the canvas and the rolls Shipman over to his back before going for a slow cover.
Drew Patton: One!! Two!! Thre.....
Somehow it is Shipman that manages to get his shoulder off the canvas just int ime as Eyesnane bloodied face looks up in doubt to Patton. The replay shows that he was unable to hook the legs of Shipman and cound not put enough pressure on him for the three count. Eyesnsane slowly gets to his knees and sees the blood pouring from his face onto the canvas, he rolls himself out of the ring to the outside and then looks around the ring to find himself a weapon. Until
Simone: You would be expecting this from Shipman!! Not from him!!!
Adams: A barbed wire Baseball bat!! You are right Brenda, but in a match like this against a man like Shipman. You have to get into that mindframe to survive!!!
Eyesnsane stares at the baseball bat and then turns his attention towards Shipman, who is slowly starting to stir as Eyesnsane looks back at the bat. He then gets on the ring apron and steps in the ring as he measures Shipman, who slowly gets to his feet and turns his attention towards Eyesnsane. Only to be knocked down by the barbed wire part of the baseball right in the face of Shipman, dropping him hard to the canvas and his forehead is now also lacerated by the impact of the blow and the barb wire. Eyesnsane runs to the ropes and comes off with the barb wire baseball bat dropped in the forehead of Shipman before going for the cover on top of him while the baseball bat is on his face.
Drew Patton: One!! Two!! Thre....
Adams: What the HELL???
Simone: HE KICKED OUT!!!!
Eyesnsane sits up, looks in amazement towards Patton. Who shows him that it was a count of two as Eyesnsnae shakes his head in disbelief. He quickly sits on top of Shipman and grabs the barbwire baseball bat and pushes it into the face of Shipman he then gets up to his feet and has pulled the barb wire out of the face of Shipman, who is holding on to his face in pain but we can also hear a sinister laughter escape from his mouth as Eyesnsane and looks at him with lots of doubt on their faces.
Simone: He.... He is laughing???
Adams: He is insane!!!
Eyesnsane drops the baseball bat and gets to the outside of the ring on the ring apron, measuring Shipman as he jumps off finally as Shipman has gotten to his feet again and goes for a Frankensteiner, as he was setting him up to drop Shipman face first into the barbed wire baseball bat. But Shipman catches him and drops Eyesnsane with a sit down Powerbomb on top of the baseball bat with barb wire. As this causes Eyesnsane to scream out in agonizing pain as Shipman falls backwards. Both men have lost a lot of blood as their faces are busted open and now the back of Eyesnsane is bleeding as well because of the impact of the move on top of the barbed wire baseball bat. Patton calls for medics to come down to the ring to look after both of the competitors. In the end the medics run to the ring and one checks on Shipman, who is still laughing out loud while medics are trying to peel off his back off the barb wire.
Simone: Good God Patton, just stop this match!!
Adams: I couldn't agree with you more on that one Belinda!! Oh God no!! He is sitting up!!!
Shipman sits up from the canvas and pushes the medic away as he sees that Eyesnsane is worse than him and grins. He stumbles over towards Eyesnsane and pushes the other medic away as he grabs Eyesnsane by the face and sets him up for his Crucifix Powerbomb, but halfway the move he loses the grip on Eyesnsane, who manages to lock his legs around the head of Shipman as he was hallway in the air and locks them around his head before dropping Shipman hard on the canvas with his Frankensteiner into a pinning combination as Patton goes for the three count.
Drew Patton: One!! Two!! Three!!!
Eyesnsane drops to the canvas exhausted, lost a lot of blood and in a lot of pain as Patton calls for the bell before both medics come to assit both men once more.
Justin: The winner of this match by pinfall!!! Eyesnsane!!!
Simone: Good God!!! What a sick and vicious match!!!
Backstage, Christian Underwood is standing against the wall, just a few doors down from the women's dressing room. He has a look of near impatience on his face as he folds his arms over his chest and fidgets openly, when he turns his head and rolls his eyes.
Christian: Finally!
And onto the screen walks none other than the Supermodel femme fatale, Veronica Taylor. The crowd boos upon first sight of the hated Bombshell, but if she can hear them, she acts like she certainly does not care about their feelings towards her. On her lovely face is a mask of indifference. Veronica smiles and shrugs her shoulders.
Veronica: A lady takes her time, as if it's anyone's business. And besides, you could have knocked.
Christian looks at her and scoffs.
Christian: Please. I'm not Mark Ward. I don't stand around outside of the women's dressing room, hoping for a peek.
Veronica nods.
Veronica: True. You stand outside the men's.
Christian stares at her and she just smiles, not caring if she had just zinged her now more favored of the SCW bosses.
Christian: Untrue. I just walk right in.
Veronica shakes her head and exhales at the juvenile pun from Christian and she slings her se4veral thousand dollar handbag over her shoulder and holds her hand out in silent wonder.
Veronica: So? I believe you told everyone that you had a reward for me? You know, because I've been so behaving myself lately?
Christian: Oh! Yes, it's why I asked to talk to you before you leave. You know how both Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall have been making noise about how you don't deserve a shot at the Roulette title?
Veronica makes a disgusted sound.
Veronica: Uh, yeah? Which is so totally unfair! I deserve a shot at MY Roulette Championship a hell of a lot more than Jessie Sucko deserves yet ANOTHER chance at the World Championship!
Christian: Well, Jessie won't be getting a shot at that title any time soon if I have anything to say about it. Whether she has the Roulette title or not. And perhaps in a few weeks, she won't.
Veronica: A few weeks? I have to wait A FEW WEEKS for my well deserved championship match!?
Veronica looks outraged and Christian cringes at her screeching, then digs a finger in his ear and shakes his head. He raises both hands to appease her.
Christian: Hear me out. I could easily have booked the rematch next week or the week after, any boring time on this tour, but I thought you deserved a bigger and better stage to upstage Jessie -- or whoever the champion is.
Veronica: Okay, I'm listening.
Christian smiles.
Christian: On the final leg of this tour, in the Mecca city for professional wrestling, we are going to in fact be in New York City for our next Supercard, Into the Void VI! It is going to be B-I-G big! And what better stage than the most widely recognized city for wrestling, at our grand finale of this tour, than to see Veronica Taylor walk away with the Bombshell Roulette Championship?
A smile slowly replaces the frown on Veronica's face.
Veronica: New York City?
Christian nods.
Veronica: Into the Void VI? I get my rematch then?
Christian nods, satisfied.
Christian: Your well DESERVED rematch I might add.
Veronica takes just a brief moment to ponder this when she looks back up to him and smirks.
Veronica: I knew I was starting to like you for a reason.
Christian shrugs with an arrogant smile.
Christian: And here I thought it was because of my round, perky ass.
Veronica rolls her eyes and heads for the exit as Christian tucks his hands back into his pockets and heads back up the hall.
The fans are enjoying the show as Sam Marlowe is sitting with her superstar kids from the local hospital. Sam can be seen sitting between a young man with a cast and a girl who has a brace on.
Simone: Samantha Marlowe out here sitting with her Superstar Kids that she invites to every Climax Control from the local hospital.
Adams: And look the resident selfie takers have come to capture the moment...
Ben Jordan and Jamie Dean move to stand among the kids and flank Sam. Putting the selfie stick in front of the group, they get as many kids into the shot all at once. Faint counting can be heard from the cockney as Sam tells her superstars to smile. After taking the pictures, Ben and Jamie try to depart once more as Sam is mobbed by the kids wanting to have more pictures taken with the trio.
Adams: Looks like the kids don't want to let them go.
Simone: Well Ben and Jamie and Sam are very popular wrestlers with Sin City.
The section is busy as Ben and Jamie and Sam all start taking individual selfies with the kids as the camera moves to the ring once more.
"I wish it could ALWAYS be Playtime."
A girly laugh can be heard and "C'est La Vie" by B*Witched begins to play. After a few seconds Polly Playtime appears from the backstage area, holding up her "Polly Against Mikah" picket sign and chooses to just stand on the stage for a few moments, letting it all sink in. The men in the crowd swoon as all the ladies in the crowd boo their hearts out. Polly comes back to it and winks her left green eye. The camera gets a really good close look at that, sensing that Polly is ready to potentially do something evil. Polly then descends the entrance ramp and heads down to the ring. She slides her picket sign in under the bottom rope and then just waits at ringside. She takes her hands and then points back up to the stage. Her music fades out, but is quickly replaced.
The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as "Infra-Red" by Placebo starts to blast through the arena speakers. Purple and dark blue lights strobe on the stage. As the words come into the song, a figure comes out and onto the stage. The crowd 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, wheeling a large catering cart that has a huge sheet over the top, covering up something that looks quite large. He wheels the cart down to the ringside area and stops right there. He then hops up onto the apron and downs the hooded part of his hoodie. Polly nods at him and Kris splits the top and middle ropes. Polly gets up onto the apron and goes through the ropes and into the ring. Once inside the ring she calls out for a microphone and one is slid into the ring. She bends down and playfully wiggles her butt for a second before picking up the microphone. Meanwhile Kris has hopped back down and is now standing right by the cart as his music fades out.
Simone: "Okay, I'm wondering what's on that cart. It can't be good. Especially being what Mikah did to Polly to get the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship off of her at Blaze of Glory."
Adams: "I'm eager to know myself."
With Adams saying the word "myself", Polly immediately speaks into her microphone, looking down at her Blast From The Past tag team partner.
Polly: "Thanks for bringing it out Kris. Now then, I may not be your Bombshell Internet Champion anymore, but I guarantee you all something. It's going to be short-lived. You all can no doubt see this picket sign that I have here, but it does NOT mean that I'm on strike, unlike all of the bombshells in the past were when Mikah was unfortunately your SCW World Bombshell Champion for nine months."
"Now, I had every intention on crashing Mikah's scheduled little party that she had planned for here tonight. I was going to slam this picket sign right over her head to prove a point, that I'm not going anywhere! I won't even be striking for ONE SECOND!"
"And why not? Well it's simple gals... and guys. She didn't prove a thing at Blaze of Glory, as she had to use brass knuckles to beat me. I thought she was supposed to be SOOOOO much better than "Petty Polly", but she showed that she's not. At least I ADMIT that I'm evil and will do whatever it takes to win. Heck, I don't even need to use weapons. In some of my past victories, I was TOLD I had to use them, just so my opponents would look strong in defeat and I'd look weak though victorious. I played the game though because well, let's face it, I LOVE GAMES!"
Polly pauses and the crowd in attendance boos. Polly both scuffs and laughs a little before continuing.
Polly: "But the kiddy gloves are now OFF! The Blast From The Past tournament is now here and with my partner being Kris Halc, a fellow former champion, we're going to rip through this tournament and claim back what was once ours. Before we get into action though, which it seems like it will be next week, back to Mikah. She promised you all something, and she has NOT delivered here tonight. She promised you all a party, a party that would be purely about her."
"Now sadly it seems she is holding it in hiding. I have not been able to find her here in the arena tonight. Kris even looked too. I'm not surprised though. Blaze of Glory she did a cowardly hit-and-run to me, and now tonight she's doing the same to all of her fans."
"Seriously Mikah, come on out here. You promised these people a party, so come on."
Polly lowers the microphone from her lips and both Polly and Kris turn to the entranceway. Mikah's music doesn't hit though. Polly sighs.
Polly: "That's what I thought. It's because you already know that you're going to lose the Bombshell Internet Championship back to me REALLY soon. You're scared that you've become irrelevant and you knew you had to do what you did, but here's the thing. You still ARE irrelevant. Even though you hold that championship, you have it on an extremely questionable circumstance Mikah. Everybody knows the truth, and you hiding is only cementing it, because you don't want to face me right here and right now. You don't even want to celebrate in my face! But no matter. I'm going to find you eventually and you are going to face something far worse than brass knuckles Mikah."
"But for now, since you're not going to throw a party here tonight celebrating your lame-duck "win", I WILL! Here's to your bogus Bombshell Internet Championship reign that will swiftly be ended the next time I enter the ring against you! Kris..."
Kris pulls back the sheet and pulls out a couple of party hats. There is also a cake that has all pink frosting. In red lettering it spells out "CONGRATS TO MIKAH'S END". To the left side of the cake there is a picture of Mikah with a big red X over her. One of the ringside cameras gets a good shot of it as the Mikah fans in the crowd boo. The rest have a mixed reaction.
Adams: "Hmm, that cake looks delicious!"
Simone: "Oh no you don't Jason!"
Polly: "It's a shame. I was going to let Mikah have the first piece. Oh well. Who wants some cake?"
Kris tosses a party hat into the ring for Polly to wear. Polly picks it up and puts it in. Kris puts one on his head and then immediately picks up the knife and begins slicing the cake up. Meanwhile Polly flips the microphone towards the ring ropes and slides out of the ring with her picket sign. Kris holds up a plate that has a piece of cake on it and offers it to Polly. Polly looks at the plate but first jams the bottom of her picket sign into the middle of the cake as the crowd boos again. Polly then happily accepts the plate of cake from Kris and begins eating it, clearly enjoying the cake as "C'est La Vie" by B*Witched begins to play once again. Kris grabs a piece of cake himself and eats as well alongside Polly as the scene inside the arena fades out.
Simone: Tonight, we've already seen two Blast from the Past Tournament Matches take place and up next we are going to see the third and final tournament match of the night as Dax Backet and Amy Marshall team up to face Joshua Acquin and Amy's ally in the Metal and Punk Connection Kate Steele!
Adams: And speaking of the Metal and Punk Connection we have the third member joining us on commentary for the match, the reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion Jessie Salco!
The camera pans to the left of Jason where we see Jessie sitting in a desk chair with the Bombshell Roulette Championship on her lap.
Jessie: This is going to be a great match, that much is certain!
Simone: Now I know you've already gone over why you're joining us with the bosses Jessie but for the viewers at home and our sake, why are you joining us for the match?
Jessie: It's simple really, I'm here to cheer on Kate and Amy regardless of who wins.........but I'm also out here to scout my competition.
Adams: You view Kate and Amy as competition for the Roulette Title?
Jessie: Look, Amy still has her rematch clause and per Christian the match we had at Blaze of Glory doesn't nullify her rematch clause and as for Kate, she's a former champion as well and she did say on Twitter that she was looking for a shot at the title during my series with Amy.
Simone: That's fair enough, anything else you want to add?
Jessie: Just one thing, let's take it to Justin!
Simone: THAT'S MY LINE!
Justin: The following contest is a First-Round Match of the Blast from the Past Tournament scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!
Victim of Me by Descendants begins to play over the sounds system, the lights begin to strobe through the venue as Amy appears through the curtain dancing before stopping half way and pushes her hair back to reveal the black leather surgical face mask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that Amy Marshall is written in red and in Japanese
Amy surveys the crowd for a moment as Justin makes her introduction.Justin: Making her way to the ring... hailing from Juneau, Alaska... she is the Punk Princess Amy Marshall.
She then continues down the ramp, as slaps the hands of the awaiting fans, upon seeing Jessie at ringside she grins before going over to Jessie and the two women hug briefly before she then climbs into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd before climbing back down and heads to the corner, where she takes off the mask and waits for the match to start.
Simone: Good to see that there's no love lost between you and Amy.
Jessie: It's like I said at Blaze of Glory, Christian's plan to split up the band failed miserably.
Adams: And he instead got three MOTY candidates out of it!
Jessie: Exactly!
Justin: And her partner!
The guitar riff of "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold begins playing and red and white lights begin flashing across the stage and out into the audience. As the music picks up, Dax comes out onto stage in an open, sleeveless white Bad Boys hooded jacket, showing off his many tattoos. Celeste North is at his side, pointing to him as she shouts at the fans to give him respect. He strokes his beard, an intense look on his face as he comes to the center of the stage. He shouts out at the crowd, holding his arms out at his side as he does a slow 180 degree turn, slowly walking backward.
Justin Decent: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Celeste North... from Anaheim, California, standing at 6 feet 4 inches and weighing in at 235 pounds, he is... DAAAAAX... BEEEEEECKEEEEEETT!!!Once the music completely picks up, Dax turns around and charges down the aisle. He darts around the ring, stopping periodically to pose for the fans, whether they like it or not. Once he makes his way around the ring, Dax jumps onto the apron and charges his way up the nearest turnbuckle as Celeste makes it in front of Dax, holding her hands up as if presenting Dax to the audience. Dax ascends and nods his head to the music, his fist in the air. He jumps off and flips, landing on one foot and one knee, his arms held out to the side before rising to his feet, waiting for their opponents.
Simone: Amy's teaming with Dax of the Bad Boys who's being accompanied by your former stalker and current Mean Girls Leader Celeste North.
Jessie: Ugh, don't remind me!
Adams: So what'll happen if both you're and Amy's teams gets past the first round and you end up facing them.
Jessie: Well for one thing, I'll need to think up a fifth Metal Wars title and if it does happen we'll tear down the house one more time!
Justin: And their opponents!
Grow up by Paramore begins to blare 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.
Justin: First, from Berkshire, England she is The Siren Kate Steele!
Kate finally makes it to the ring and, after stopping to offer a fist bump to Jessie when she sees her at ringside (which she accepts) 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.
Simone: Kate on the other hand is teaming with Amy's longtime friend Joshua Acquin who Amy teamed with in her second Blast from the Past!
Jessie: I like Josh don't get me wrong but part of me does want Amy's team to win!
Adams: So, you can tear it up with Amy again?
Jessie: That and watch Nicolas kick Dax's ass back to Anaheim!
Justin: And her partner!
"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.
Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 227ibs, he is Sin City's Nightmare Joshua Acquin!
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: Anything to say on Josh?
Jessie: Not a lot, he's a good wrestler but if Kate and Josh do beat Amy and Dax I know Nicolas can take him!
Adams: You're confident in your partner, aren't you?
Jessie: Now that I've had time to study his matches, yeah!
After explaining the rules to the teams Holly instructs them to decide on who's going first, this doesn't take long as Amy and Kate decide to start the match for their teams and whilst Josh agrees wholeheartedly Dax tries to insist that he start the match with Joshua instead but Any stands her ground and he eventually relents giving Holly her cue to call for the bell.
Simone: And we're starting with another clash between Metal and Punk Connection teammates.
Adams: And if it's anything like your matches with Amy we're in for a treat!
Jessie: Damn right we are! Might want to get the popcorn ready!
Before the action can get started the two women meet in the middle of the ring for a handshake as a sign of respect before they lock up in the middle of the ring, Amy tries to use her weight advantage to overpower the British Bombshell but Kate is having none of it instead dropping down and executing a monkey flip which she follows up by floating over and locking in a variation of a headlock, the crowd applauds the show of skill by the two Bombshells whilst Joshua cheers on Kate, Dax and Celeste on the other hand are yawning.
Simone: Did they get enough sleep last night?
Jessie: Knowing all the partying those idiots get up too? Probably not!
Adams: Amy's fighting her way back to her feet!
Amy manages to get back to her feet and backs Kate up against the ropes forcing Kate to break the hold to avoid potentially being disqualified, Amy follows this up by driving her knee into Kate's midsection a couple of times before whipping Kate off the ropes, however Kate never comes back off the rebound as Celeste trips her up.
Simone: That didn't take long!
Jessie: And since this is a Blast from the Past Tournament Match it won't take long for Holly to throw out Celeste for that!
Celeste holds her hands up as if to say "I'm innocent" but Holly is having none of it immediately ejecting the leader of the Mean Girls to the back! The crowd goes nuts for this and even Amy smiles in appreciation even though Celeste was helping her team, Celeste meanwhile is livid and tries to protest that Kate tripped up on the bottom rope, naturally Holly isn't falling for it and Celeste eventually relents.
Jessie: Told you!
Adams: What are you? Psychic?
Jessie: If I was I'd have won the World Bombshell Championship by now.
Simone: She's got a point!
As Celeste walks past the announce booth she flips off Jessie who returns the favor, back in the ring Amy, rather than pounce on the attack (like Dax wants her to do), gives Kate a few seconds to regain her bearings and get back to her feet, once she is back on her feet the two women lock-up again and this time around they put on a technical wrestling masterclass exchanging submission holds like they were going out of style and by the end of it both women are at a standstill earning the crowd's applause!
Simone: Amy and Kate are former champions for a reason!
Jessie: I hope the Mean Girls are watching this because this is what real women's wrestling is all about!
Adams: I'm sure they turned off the monitor the moment Celeste got sent backstage!
Amy and Kate continue exchanging holds for a good few minutes until Amy manages to sneak in a blow to Kate's gut which she follows up with by hitting Kate with a Snap Suplex, Amy follows that up by floating over into the cover 1.........2.........and Kate kicks out of the first pin-fall off the match! Amy knows better than to argue with an SCW official especially after the first pin-attempt off the match and instead picks up Kate only to be hit with a jawbreaker.
Simone: I see that surprise attacks aren't out of the question here.
Jessie: Belinda, not long after I met Nicolas I called a meeting with Amy and Kate at Blaze of Glory to discuss what would happen if our teams ended up facing off against each other, we agreed that, since a shot at the World Bombshell Championship was on the line, we should do whatever it takes to win!
Adams: That's very smart off you!
Jessie: I know, but thanks for stroking my ego.
Amy stumbles back towards the ropes and Kate charges in going for a clothesline only to back backdropped, Kate manages to land on the ring apron and hits Amy with a European Uppercut to the back of the head stunning her enough for Kate to hit her with a Springboard DDT, Kate goes for the first pin of the match for her team 1.......2........and Amy kicks out, Kate picks up Amy and backs her up to the ropes before sending her off to the opposite ropes where Dax promptly blind tags himself in.
Jessie: Are you fucking kidding me?! Kate and Amy was just starting to get good!
Simone: Colorful language aside I must agree with you Jessie and Amy and Kate aren't happy either.
Adams: Unfortunately, due to the rules Kate now must tag in Josh!
Kate is clearly unhappy about this and tags in Josh and once both women are out on the apron the two men start brawling in the middle of the ring, after a few minutes Dax goes for a wild right hand that Josh ducks under, runs to the ropes and hits Dax with a running Clothesline, Dax scrambles to his feet only to be hit by a Flowing DDT as soon as he gets back to his feet! Josh goes for the first pin-fall of the match 1......2.......and Dax kicks out!
Simone: Josh came into this match like a house on fire!
Jessie: I bet Dax is regretting tagging himself into the match now!
Adams: I'm sure you and the other members of the Metal and Punk Connection will make him regret that personally!
Jessie: No comment!
Rather than follow that up with another pin-fall attempt Joshua goes for a Sharpshooter on Dax and successfully locks it in, Holly quickly gets into position and asks Dax if he wants to give up but he adamantly refuses before managing to make his way to the ropes to force Josh to break the hold, once Josh does he goes to follow that up with another attack but Holly forces him to back off to give Dax a chance to recover, naturally once Dax does recover he springs into action hitting Josh with a running spear.
Simone: And Dax is in control of the match!
Jessie: But as me and Amy demonstrated during our match at Blaze of Glory, anything can happen in an SCW Ring.
Adams: She's got a point!
Dax goes for a cover on Josh 1.........2.........and Josh kicks out in the nick of time! Dax argues about a slow count but Holly is having none of it and orders him to continue the match which he does so by going to pick up Josh only to be surprised by a roll-up 1.......2.........and Dax kicks out, when it becomes clear that Josh's roll-up knocked him through a loop Josh smirks before calling for his finisher.
Simone: Josh is going for the nightmare!
Adams: This could mean the end of the match.
Jessie: Well, yeah, that's why they call them finishers! That said, I don't know, I think Dax playing possum!
Once Dax gets back to his feet Josh goes for the Nightmare but Dax shoves him off to the far ropes confirming Jessie's suspicions in the process and on the rebound Dax hits him a Triple German Suplex! Rather than go for the pin however Dax hoists him up and hits the Bad Boy Breaka stunning Joshua long enough to hit him with his finisher.
Simone: Best Finisher Ever!
Jessie: Wow, biased much?
Adams: That's what he calls that move.
Dax goes for a cover 1.......2.........3!!!!!!!!
Justin: Here are your winners, Dax Backet and Amy Marshall!
Jessie: Gotta say, whilst I would've liked to have seen more from Amy and Kate, Dax did impress me tonight!
Simone: Worried about how your team would stack up?
Jessie: Me? Worried? Don't make me laugh! Well, it's been fun but I'm off to check up on my teammates!
Adams: Anytime Jessie!
The three Metal and Punk Connection members leave together whilst helping Josh to the back and Dax celebrates in the ring.
The scene opens backstage, where we see Miss Rocky Mountains standing in front of the roulette wheel with a smile on her face.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I am here with Ryan Keys, who tonight is in the main event with Steve Ramone for the Roulette Championship. He gets to spin the wheel to find out their fate.
Ryan smiles and steps forward and grabs the wheel and spins it hard. The wheel spins for several seconds whizzing past Bra and Panties match, Singapore Cane Match, TLC, Hardcore match etc... watching it slow...
Ryan: come on!!
The wheel finally slows as it clicks past bra and panties, a stretcher match and stops on a tuxedo match.
Ryan: A tuxedo match... interesting...
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Tonight's main event will be contested as a tuxedo match.
Ryan looks at Rocky and nods before walking away to get ready. As the scene fades out on MRM looking at the wheel.
Three-time former World Bombshell Champion and 2015 Hall of Fame Inductee, Misty, is seen walking backstage. She's smiling and greeting those who wave to her, happy to see the legendary Bombshell back in SCW, even if only temporarily. As she's headed towards the Bombshell locker room, reporter Pussy Willow appears on the camera with a smile and microphone in hand.
Pussy: Hello, Misty. It's so good to see you back. Mind if I have a few words with you?
Misty nods and smiles back at her.
Misty: Sure thing, Pussy. It's not like I have a match that I'm in a hurry to get ready for. It's good to see you, too, by the way.
Pussy: So you've been out of action for the last two years. The last time you wrestled here in SCW was when you and Andrew Watts won the Blast From The Past tournament at Blaze of Glory in 2015. I have to ask...are you ready to be back? Physically and mentally?
Misty lets out a laugh and takes in a deep breath, thinking over her answer.
Misty: Well, Pussy, that's a very good question. It's no secret that over the last two years I've been focused on raising my kids, more specifically my one and a half year old son. He keeps me on my toes, and for a while, I wasn't considering ever getting back into the ring. Mentally, it is going to be difficult being away from my kids for as long as I'm here, but physically? Yes, I'm absolutely prepared. I made it my second priority to keep in top physical shape the last two years, so I'll be just fine.
Pussy: Do you regret retiring when you did and giving up your chance to win the World Bombshell Championship for a fourth time?
Misty smiles and shakes her head.
Misty: Not really, no. Ultimately, it was a blessing that I retired when I did because as you all know, I found out shortly after that I was pregnant with Owen. Would I have liked to go on to challenge for the World Bombshell Championship again? Absolutely. But as they say, these things happen for a reason, and I retired on a high note.
Pussy Willow nods.
Pussy: Now let's talk about this year's Blast From The Past. You're teamed with Brother Grimm, which is ironic in itself. We saw your reaction two weeks ago in Stockton when the teams were announced, but how are you feeling now? Have you warmed up to teaming with him and what do you think your chances are of going on to win the whole tournament?
Misty laughs.
Misty: Wow, that was more than one question there, wasn't it?
Pussy Willow also laughs.
Misty: Teaming with Brother Grimm will not be easy for me, so no, I haven't really warmed up to that. I'm not sure I ever will. But I think we're both on the same page, and I think when it comes down to it, we can work together in the ring to get the job done. I think we stand as good a chance as any, but if I'm honest, there are a few teams that have me a bit nervous.
Pussy: And who are those teams?
Misty shakes her head.
Misty: That's for me to know and you not to find out, Pussy. Nervous or not, it's not going to stop me from giving one hundred percent as I try to win this thing. Am I going to be arrogant like so many others have been so far? Absolutely not, because I know anything can happen. I'm just going to enjoy being back for as long as I am back.
Pussy: Speaking of which...Any plans to stick around either after you and Brother Grimm should get eliminated or after the tournament is over?
Misty smiles and takes in another deep breath.
Misty: Honestly, I'm just focusing on this tournament right now and taking it one match at a time, because that's all I can do. My contract at the moment is only temporary, so if I should decide to stick around for a bit once the tournament is no longer a factor for me...Well...it's not really up to me to allow that, is it? Anyway, it was nice speaking with you again, Pussy. I'm sure I'll have the answers to more of your questions in the coming weeks, but you'll just have to wait and see.
Misty then waves to Pussy Willow before she walks away and out of view of the camera. Pussy Willow watches her disappear with a smile on her face, before she turns and heads off down the hall and the camera fades.
The camera moves backstage once again to see Mikah standing by her limo, a look of disgust on her face.
Mikah: Oh, look...it's the stupid camera man that always chooses to show up when I am done with being here.
Mikah looks to Alphonso, who is standing there waiting for instructions.
Mikah: Fine. I'm sure the ...
She makes a face before tossing the Bombshell Internet Championship into the back of the limousine.
Mikah: Fine people of SCW would be glad to learn that they are the biggest jokes I've ever seen.
She lets a laugh out.
Mikah: More worried about a Blast from the Past tournament rather than the current champions that are on the show. Which, the tournament is special, don't get me wrong but I believe that the current champions are more important.
She flicks her hair out behind her.
Mikah: But what do I know, right? I'm just the Bombshell that holds the record for holding the Bombshell Championship for nine months. I think I'd deserve a little more recognition. Especially after I did exactly what I said I was going to do at Blaze of Glory. Did any of you imbeciles actually think that Petty Polly had what it took to beat me?
Mikah let's out a sinister laugh.
Mikah: She lives in a fantasy land where she believes she's the most evil thing to happen to SCW. Newsflash, Petty Polly, I was doing the evil thing long before you showed up.
Mikah shrugs her shoulders.
Mikah: And that's why I'm the Bombshell Internet Champion and not her. I live in reality and she lives in a fantasy world.
She moves to get in the limo.
Mikah: And for the record, I ended the party because almost everybody here doesn't have a clue how to do it right.
She send the camera a smirk.
Mikah: If you're lucky, you might see me next week. And you might not.
She slides into the back of the limousine.
Mikah: Ciao.
Justin: This match is scheduled to be a Tuxedo match and is for the Roulette Championship...
I pledge allegience to the flag of The Fearless Champion Steve Ramone"
"I want what's coming to me."
Following the quote "I Want The World And Everything In It" by Battle Beast begins to play over the PA System as Steve comes out from the back air guitaring on the championship belt whilst doing his best Malcolm Young impression, Cyrus and Andreas join him on stage as he reaches the middle of the ramp and holds the title high before making his way down to the ring singing along to the song as he does, once he reaches the ringside area he slides the belt into the ring before rolling in and picking it back up and holding it high whilst his bodyguards join him.
"So what's coming to you?"
"The world chico, and everything in it"
Justin: And his opponent... hailing from Las Vegas...
"I'm Made of Wax,Larry,What Are You Made Of?"by A Day to Remember plays while blue and white lights strobe over the stage. As Ryan?s entrance video is shown in the titantron the man himself walks out to take center stage. With a bright smile playing on his lips he does a confident pose before slowly making his way down the ramp. Ryan?s wearing his Tuxedo.
Slapping the hands of the fans to his side he jogs closer to the ring until he slides in through the bottom ropes. As he makes way up the corner ring post he stops and looks around to hear the cheers of the crowd as he adjust his tuxedo. Showing the same confident pose as before he hops down and extends his leg over the ring post to stretch them out and show his flexibility before the match starts.
Steve, Cyrus and Andreas step forward as they attempt to intimidate Ryan, as Steve raises the Roulette championship high above his head while talking trash to Ryan... Ryan in turn argues back as he slowly removes one of his shoes and bends down and picks it up while still returning the trash talk. Ryan steps back and then hits a dropkick to Steve, Ryan quickly climbs to his feet and uses his shoe as weapon on Cyrus and Andreas.
Simone: Ryan isn't going to be intimidated here and shows how much he cares about Steve's trash talking.
Adams: Great use of the shoe.
The ref quickly intervenes and forces Cyrus and Andreas out of the ring, while Steve climbs back to his feet and turns only to be met by a shoe flying at him and hitting his chest. With finished removing Cyrus and Andreas they turn and indicate for the bell to be rung.
Ding...
Ding...
Adams: And we are finally off.
Steve looks down at the shoe and smirks knowing that he is that much closer to winning and retaining, he then charges at Ryan, but Ryan quickly slides out of the ring as Steve follows. They do a circuit of the ring before Ryan slides in, Steve follows close behind, but as he does slide in Ryan drops down with an elbow across the back of the Steve. Ryan quickly moves in and grabs at Steve's jacket, but Steve quickly fights back and clings on his jacket and forces himself backwards out of the ring. Steve stands to his feet and looks at up Ryan and wags his finger in a no fashion before adjusting his jacket.
Simone: An early attempt from Ryan to strip Steve, but Steve is having none of it and bails out of the ring.
Ryan looks down at Steve before backing up and then running and charging and diving through the ropes with a suicide dive, which he catches Steve and drives him into the barrier. Ryan rolls away for a moment, as Cyrus and Andreas move in to check on Steve, but the ref yells at them to back away. Meanwhile Ryan sits up and takes his other shoe off before moving to his feet, where he grabs Steve and pulls him up and throws him back into the ring.
Adams: Nice suicide dive from Ryan, as he aims to wear down Steve.
Steve scrambles away as quickly as he can, as Ryan climbs back into the ring, where they both get to the feet. Steve adjusts his jacket before moving in as he and Ryan lock up in the centre of the ring for the first time, where they jockey for a bit of position until Steve lets go and in that split moment rips the pocket away from Ryan jacket.
Simone: I hope these tux's are bought and not rented.
Adams: I hope the rental company aren't expecting the suites back in one piece.
Steve looks at the bit of fabric, as Ryan looks at his jacket in shock, Steve drops the bit of fabric as they move back in and once more lock up and again jockey for position as this time Ryan grabs the pocket of Steve's jacket and rips it away. Ryan raises it up with a smile as Steve shakes his head, Ryan throws the bit of fabric into the face of Steve before surprising Steve with a slap to the face, which Steve stumbles away. Ryan follows Steve and grabs him, Steve pushes him away and they lock up once more as Steve gets the upper hand and they move into the corner still trying to get the upper hand. The ref forces Steve away, which he does back off only to drive his shoulder into the stomach of Ryan.
Adams: I don't think they'll be getting their deposits back.
Simone: Still pretty open this match... with both men still have made a big impact.
Driving his shoulder into Ryan's torso a couple more times, Steve rips open the white shirt of Ryan before hitting a forearm smash. Steve then grabs the neck of Ryan and proceeds to ram his head into the turnbuckle. As Ryan's head bounces off, Steve grabs him and moves away from the corner and puts him into a headlock. Steve cranks on the move a couple of times, as Ryan pushes Steve into the ropes, but as Steve goes move away, Ryan grabs Steve's jacket pulling him back only to whip him into the ropes but as Steve comes back he shoulder blocks Ryan sending him down to the mat.
Simone: This match is so back and forth it's made... neither man is looking like he is going to win.
Steve quickly turns and bounces off the ropes as Ryan stays down on the mat, Steve then bounces off the set ropes on the other side of the ring, but as he comes back, Ryan is back on his feet and meets Steve, in which he lifts him up and drops him down behind him, with Steve landing back first.
Adams: Looks like it's Ryan's turn to be on top here.
Laying on the mat in discomfort, Ryan smiles as he turns and looks down at Steve before dropping down and grabs a handful of Steve's shirt and ripping it away, as Steve scrambles to his feet, Ryan grabs at Steve's jacket and begins to pull at it. Ryan keeps pulling at it, but he finds the jacket stuck around the head and arms of Steve but instead of giving a full yank, he uses this to his advantage and punches the stomach of Steve and then clubbing his back. Ryan then begins to fight to take off Steve's jacket, which Steve drops to the mat. Ryan pulls at the jacket and then shirt as most of it comes away from Steve, Steve quickly rolls himself out of the ring and calls for a time out as Cyrus and Andreas approach him.
Simone: Here we go the first important part of this stipulation...
Adams: Although Ryan is struggling to remove the jacket and shirt off Steve. But Ryan uses it to his advantage.
Cyrus and Andreas exchange a few words with Steve, before Steve makes his way to his feet where he walks around the ring removing his jacket from his arm as he finds attempts to get back into the ring. Steve tries to slide in, which Ryan approaches Steve and tries to grab him but instead Steve grabs him by the legs taking him down. Steve then grabs one of Ryan's legs and proceeds to smash it down on the apron. Steve removes the remaining part of his shredded shirt. Steve returns to Ryan where he begins to tug and rip at the trouser leg. Steve then climbs partially into the ring and grabs Ryan by the head and proceeds to bash his head against the mat before hitting a forearm smash.
Adams: What advice can Cyrus and Andreas give to Steve in this match?
Simone: Absolutely none and they are probably just pumping Steve up.
Adams: Well whatever they told Steve, its inspired him and Ryan seems to be in trouble here.
Steve then goes back to Ryan's trouser leg and begin to tug on them and using Ryan as leverage to rip them as much as possible before climbing back into the ring, where he grabs Ryan's jacket and begins to pull that off, which comes off fair easier then when Ryan attempts to remove Steve's.
Simone: It's all well and good pulling and rips his trouser legs but it doesn't remove all of the trouser.
Steve then pushes Ryan into the ropes, where Steve holds him there for a moment, but the ref quickly counts to stop him, Steve moves back a little bit before elbowing Ryan in the stomach. Steve then takes down Ryan, where he stomps on him before backing himself up and climbs up to the second rope before leaping off and with a legdrop across the throat of Ryan.
Adams: Ryan is struggling here.
Simone: Wait... is Steve wearing a cummerbund?
Adams: That is seriously old school.
Ryan rolls away holding his throat but Steve follows and grabs at the jacket of Ryan's and pulling that off and throwing it out of the ring. Steve looks down at the cummerbund around his bare waist and takes it off, as he gives eye contact to Cyrus and Andreas who then leap onto the apron, which distracts the ref but gives Steve the opportunity to choke Ryan with the cummerbund.
Simone: Well that's certainly a different use of a cummerbund.
Adams: And downright cheating.
Steve then let's go of the cummerbund just as the ref rids Cyrus and Andreas from the ring apron. Ryan coughs and gasps for air. Steve then grabs Ryan shirt and rips it off him with ease, as the female members of the crowd wolf whistle and scream. Steve then grabs Ryan by the waist and tries to rip his trousers a little more, but Ryan tries to wiggle away but with no luck and begins to kick at the legs of Steve. Steve's grips lessons as he back away, which gives Ryan an opening and quickly rolls away and gets to his feet. Steve turns and as he does Ryan comes charging at him and hits a spear.
Adams: Well Steve got away with that... and I'm surprised that Cyrus and Andreas haven't been ejected yet.
Simone: Still time. Now Ryan is trouble but he is fighting back.
Ryan turns Steve onto his back and sits on his chest, where he pulls Steve's shoes off before climbing off Steve. With both shoes in his hands, Ryan begins to beat Steve with his shoes before climbing back to his feet, where he throws the shoes at Cyrus and Andreas before turning around and approaches Steve, where he pulls him up to his feet, where he hits a couple of forearms smashes and then he leaps up and hits the Master Keys (Single Knee Facebuster).
Simone: This has to be the end of Steve and the remainder of his clothes.
Ryan climbs back to his feet, where he bends down and undoes the button and fly on the trousers before taking a few steps backwards and grabs the trouser legs and gives them one large tug and they slide down to Steve's knee's. Ryan gives once final tug and they are off.
Ding...
Ding...
Justin: Winner of this match and NNNEEEWW Roulette Champion.... RYAN KEYS.
Adams: We have a new champion.
The ref gives Ryan Keys the Roulette Championship and Ryan raises the belt high as his music hits over the p.a. Outdside of the ring, a near nekkid Steve Ramone is throwing an absolute fit while Cyrus and Andreas struggle to calm the now former champion down -- to little to no avail! Steve then points into the ring and Andreas and Cyrus dart into the ring, but before they can do any damage, Ryan escapes and leaps over the crowd, celebrating with the fans while holding the Roulette Championship belt up high!
Adams: Oh Steve Ramone is PISSED OFF!
Simone: What a way to lose your brand new championship! It would be one thing if he had been pinned, but to lose because he got stripped by his opponent!
Steve is now in the ring, protesting the loss as Ryan holds the gold up high while amorous fans stuff cash down his shorts!
Adams: Gotta say! Ryan Keys has grapefruits being in a crowd like this dressed the way he is!
Simone: You mean not at all?
Adams: Exactly!
Simone: And on that note, this is Belinda Simone for Jason Adams! See you next week in Detroit, Michigan!
Jason waves to the camera.
Adams: So long everyone!
The camera fades to credits.
Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Gerrit, Annie, Jenny, The Lord MK, Andy, Jeremiah, Maggie, Derek, Britt, Court, Ro, Polly, Kris, The Elders. Thanks again to Annie for the cool match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!