Scott: "Are you able to narrow it down?"

Amy: "Nope... sorry Scott."

Amy gives an apologetic shrug.

Scott: "Well I tried... anyway thank you Amy and good luck in the rest of the tournament."

Amy: "Thanks Scott.

Scott smiles and walks away satisfied with how that went, as the scene soon fades out with Amy sitting back and watching the rest of the show.

Burke: Tonight. Tonight is about respect.

We find Max Burke backstage, wrapping his wrists.

Burke: Tonight. Tonight is about lessons.

Max takes the tape in his teeth, and tears it off. He begins to wrap the other wrist.

Burke: Tonight, is the 2017 Blast From The Past Quarter-Finals. In the opening round, Mercedes Vargas and I dispatched our challengers with relative ease. Mercedes made a very strong statement between those ropes. I, on the other hand, had my hands full outside of the ring with James Tuscini for the majority of the match.

He finishes, tears the tape, and tosses it in his suitcase.

Burke: Tonight. Tonight I make my statement within those ropes. You see, Ivan Darrell needs to further his education in this wrestling business. Tonight, I am the instructor. Tonight, I am the professor of higher learning. Mr. Darrell, I have the utmost respect for where you came. You already know this. However, you have much to learn. You have much more respect that needs to be earned. You see, from what I hear the Dying Breed is a bit of a joke here in Sin City Wrestling.

He slides his knee pads up his shins just enough to tie his boots.

Burke: Ivan, that is an absolute shame in my opinion. It is pathetic really given your background. It is pathetic given who your mentor is. The fact that you've wasted all that you've been taught by Casey, and by Andrew... it sickens me. The Dying Breed is exactly that. The key word... dead.

After he finishes double knotting his boots, he adjusts the knee pads over his knees giving them a slap.

Burke: Tonight. Tonight is your opportunity. Tonight is your moment to stand up, and shout that you deserve to be here. Tonight is the night that you step between those ropes, and test yourself against the absolute best in this business.

He takes the bottle of water from the floor, and pours a bit into his hair. He runs his fingers through it, and ties it up into his signature knot securing it with an elastic.

Burke: Heed this warning though. I will not be taking it easy on you tonight because of Casey, and Andrew. No, you need to be educated on exactly what is needed to take your game to the next level. You need to be educated on what it takes to succeed here in Sin City Wrestling. Tonight. Tonight is the night you prove to yourself... deep down... if you belong. Listen for the bell. Class is in session.

With a huge show taking place Ryan is overjoyed with the Easter event. There's lots of colors and festive items all around, even more on the backstage area. The bosses really out do themselves with organizing, even for small holidays such as this. Tom Gola Arena in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania has a long night of treats to come from the SCW stars.

Ryan walks through the hallway, teasing his hair back and tying it up loosely. He's already in his skimpy referee gear, though he can't shake the feeling that he needs the matching shirt in his bag. As he reaches the corner of the locker room he stops at the foul oder coming from somewhere. A smell even worse than normal.

Turning the corner he raises a brow as the male locker room's door is completely torn off it's hinges with what look like colored eggshells stuck to it. Smells like that's the case too. Cursing loudly Ryan dashes inside, cursing again at the stench of rotten eggs surrounding him. Usually it's doesn't smell this bad, but the trashed lockers, thrown benches, clothes thrown everywhere and water coming from the showers didn't have eggshells on them.

Ryan: You got to be kidding me.

He heavily sighs once he ducks down to see his clothes drenched in egg yolk, and to make it worse they were stuck someone else's underwear.

Ryan: Who wears a thong anyway?

Tossing the clothes down he finds his ref shirt ruined, so that's a bust too. The sound of laughter fills the locker room, coming from the shower area as there is another loud crashing sound. Before Ryan even has a chance to react, Dax Beckett comes stumbling out first drinking an RC cola, carrying a half full basket of dyed Easter Eggs. He picks one up and tosses it across the room before even noticing Ryan standing there, and it only misses him because he dodges it.

Dax: Hey man, the Bad Boys Easter Egg Hunt isn't ready yet. Give us like five minutes.

Mickey: These bellends won't ever find these, yeah?

Mickey comes stumbling out after Dax, running into him as he let's his eyes rest on Ryan.

Mickey: Oi, Christian 'asn't got ye dressed up as the slutty Easter Bunny? What gives?

Giani: Ain't somebody tell this kid the hunt starts in five minutes?

Ryan tries hard to hold back his growing anger the Christian comment. Instead he breaths out and stays ready for whatever the Bad Boys have planned. Looking over all three of them he chuckles a bit.

Ryan: Why am I not surprised that it's you three doing this.

Eyeing them down in a cold stare he grabs his ref shirt and balls it up on one hand, while glaring back at Mickey.

Ryan: I though the three of you were on your honeymoon. Instead of having a backwards egg hunt.

The three Bad Boys look at one another for a second, a mixture of anger and surprise on their faces at the comment. They quietly discuss it for a second and chalk it up to an attempted mockery of their close friendship.

Giani: We'll let ya know when we go, give ya a good recommendation for you and Christian's bleached asshole.

Dax: Just chill out, guys. We made our point here. We tried to play nice with everyone who shares this locker room. They just made it clear by not accepting our friendly invite today, that we aren't part of their club. We're not welcomed or wanted. That's something all FOUR of us know about.

Mickey looks at Dax for a second, waiting for him to shout "burn!" however. He doesn't. Instead, he walks toward Ryan. The Christian comments were getting to him. His jawline clenches as his hand grips his the shirt hard in his fist. Ryan holds back at account of Dax. He still likes the guy. Though the not wanted comment stings deep.

Ryan: Look man, as much as you guys made the place smell better you could have at least left an eggs to actually make it a hunt.

He joked before looking at Dax walking over. Feeling a bit conflicted to either shake his hand and goof off like they used to, or run.

Ryan: What do you mean by Four of us?

He asks Dax when he's close enough for him to be the only one to hear it. The other Bad Boys step up menacingly behind Dax, Mickey making sure that Ryan sees his signature baseball bat, coated in festive green Easter grass and colorful shards of sharp plastic egg shells. Dax pushes back slightly against his friends as they all laugh lightly.

Dax: No, nothing like that. You're not ready to be a Bad Boy. You are still asleep in the Matrix that is Sin City Wrestling, seeing everything as a bright and cheerful place of friendly jokes and striped booty boy shorts. The fact of the matter is that you, like us, get looked at as the punchline to a joke. You are the comic relief, and it's really fucking sad,, because you deserve to be challenging Rage tonight way more than the piece of yawn worthy shit that has him tonight. You are talented, but you don't know how to make people respect you. But trust me, once you have had enough, the way that I did, you'll take the red pill and you'll wake the fuck up.

It's hard not to agree with Dax. Ryan keeps his mouth shut, his brow twitches as he audibly breathes out. He looks over at the two behind Dax, figuring that it isn't worth it to start flying out punches.

Ryan: I'm not a joke. I crawled my way up since I got here, taking no breaks or shortcuts to get myself a title. And I did. Even after losing it I still fought back to get it. I earned what little respect I have. I work hard just to be out there in the ring proving that I'm not a joke.

He says yet his words fall flat at how he's forced to be dressed in booty boy shirts and ref instead of being in an actual match. Trying hard to shrug it off he chuckles at just how easy Dax gets to his head when the things he says are true.

Ryan: Aren't you guys missing a few spots? Rage's locker room is a few doors down.

Giani: Rage got it bad enough tonight. His opponent stinks way worse than the shit we got in this basket.

Mickey: Wait a bloody minute... Did this bloke just suggest 'e's got any real respect around here? The only one paying attention to 'im is Christian's bangers and mash...

Dax holds a hand up to try to get his friends to quiet down.

Dax: We're making the man upset here. Look, Ryan... The only reason your face hasn't become more familiar with Mickey's lih-uhl friend is because you were the first person to be nice to me in this company. You were the first person to show me respect. I'm not in the business of being kind to others. I'm doing you a solid though, but don't get used to it. There's about to be a war and you might want to make sure you're on the right side of it...

For a split second Ryan would have let his temper go. Glaring at Mickey he tries hard to tear his eyes away long enough to look and hear Dax talking to him.

Ryan: I'm smart enough to know what side I should be on. Don't worry about that. I know who I should respect around here. I've been doing that since I started. But inside the ring is a different story.

Looks at Mickey one more time before letting it go and start to walk backwards.

Ryan: I got a match to ref anyway.

As Ryan walks away, Mickey is itching to take a shot. Giani is itching to let him but Dax reaches into his basket to pull out one last egg, a plastic one. He tosses it to Ryan as he glares at someone he may have even considered a friend.

Dax: A little something to remind you of that respect you're going on about. Just remember that if you aren't with us, you're against us... Come on guys. We got a whole arena to "decorate"...

With that, Dax pushes past Ryan, not giving him the chance to take the high road by walking away. Mickey and Giani bump shoulders with Ryan on the way out as rotten dyed eggs can be heard splattering out in the hallway, followed by laughter. Furrowing his brows Ryan looks back at the Bad Boys tossing around eggs with a glare. Yet he mostly angry at their comment than their actions. Once they're gone Ryan curiously looks at the plastic colorful egg in his hand, making it pop open for him to see what's inside.

Ryan: What the...

Expecting something horrifying or filthy Ryan finds a small Key chain with the Bad Boys logo on it. Holding hit up it just amuses him how Dax still remembers Ryan's obsession with these things. Hearing his name being called he puts the key chain inside the outer layer of his boots and walks off.

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, 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.

Justin: And their opponents....

The song "19 N gel fr Sophie" by Eisregen is played and the revving of a Harley can be heard. Slowly Amanda drives down to the ring, dressed in a really short and tattered jeans shorts, a belly free top and some really high heeled stripper sandals. The fans are cheering at her, but she seems not to notice it. As she reaches the ring, she shuts off her bike and slowly gets down from it. The fans are still cheer and Amanda poses for them, making sure that she really looks cute and sexy. She runs her hands all over her body and swings her hips in a sensual way then she slides into the ring and kicks her shoes out of the ring. She jumps on the ropes in the corner, raises her arms in victory and blows some kisses into the direction of the fans. Still both arms in the air, she makes the devil sign and then she jumps down from the ropes again. Now she rests her arms on the top rope and one foot on the bottom rope and waits for her opponent to come to the ring. It seems that she's completely relaxed and doesn't care about what happens here, but as she sees her opponent come down to the ring, a cold and deadly glare comes into her pretty face. She's completely focused and willing to destroy her enemy completely.

Justin: From LA California, Amanda Cortez! And her partner, from El Paso Texas...weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds...Ivan DARRELL!

The opening piano notes to Fozzy's "SOS" starts to blast through the speakers, as red and black lights start to flash, the black cutting through the red to create a brownish effect. The fans boo as the lyrics kick in.

Ivan appears at the top of the ramp, with his manager and tag team partner, Casey Williams and Andrew Garcia behind him, the trio looking around at the crowd and not moving, his eyes burning holes through the crowd.

Ivan lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The MMA Master starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Casey and Andrew following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning his head to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Ivan shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Ivan puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope, and Andrew follows Ivan by going between the ropes. Ivan raises his arms as the fans boo louder.

DING DING DING!

Ivan and Burke start in the ring as Mercedes and Amanda leave.

Adams: We have two very brutal men in the ring right now.

Simone: So much intensity.

Ivan strikes first with a stinging right hand but Burke brushes it off and pushes Ivan backwards with a huge, powerful shove. Ivan bounces back first off the ropes and charges towards Burke, sliding under the big man's legs. Ivan springs to his feet and quickly hits a clubbing blow to the back of the knee of Burke, taking him down to one knee. Ivan quickly gets to his feet and grabs Burke's head and spinning around and drives Burke's head in to the canvas with a low DDT. Burke lays on the mat face first and Ivan gets back to his feet. Ivan quickly drops a leg across Burke's head, crushing his skull in to the canvas. Ivan steps back and runs towards the ropes, he comes back with a forward roll, into a senton splash, crushing Burke

Simone: Ivan is showing his agressive side.

Ivan waits for Burke to return to his knees and bounces off the ropes. As he comes shooting back, he jumps in the air and catches Burke with a knee to the face, catching him on the jaw and knocking the third generation star backwards. Burke lays flat and Ivan attempts a pin. Holly drops down and counts

Adams: I think we can class that as with authority.

Burke gets to his feet as does Ivan and Burke charges towards him with a running clothesline. Ivan ducks out of the way and Burke turns around. Ivan faces Burke but Burke picks him up and drills him to the canvas with a huge spinebuster!

Simone: Burke just planted him there!

Burke crawls around Ivan and plants the point of his elbow to the top of Ivan's head. Burke gets back to his feet at looks around the ring, a look of intensity on his face

Adams: There's the old Max we know and respect.

Ivan starts to crawl away but Burke roughly pulls Ivan to his feet and moves towards him, hooking him up and swinging him over with a head and arm suplex, Ivan's head bouncing off the canvas. Burke stands up and pulls Ivan back up with him and whips him off the ropes. As he comes flying back, Burke lifts him over with a capture suplex.

Adams: Great move from Max, he's putting on a masterclass.

Burke lifts Ivan back to his feet, wrapping his arm over his shoulder and lifting him up, before dropping him down with an almighty Brainbuster! Burke goes for the cover and Holly drops down and counts

Adams: Ivan's head must be a mess right now.

Burke pulls Ivan to his feet and nails him with a huge uppercut to the jaw, sending Ivan crashing to the canvas!

Simone: That rocked Ivan!

Burke walks over, putting his hand out and tagging in Mercedes, forcing Amanda to enter the ring.

Adams: Well this is gonna be interesting. Both were members of The Mean Girls

The two charge towards each other, Mercedes ducking Amanda's clothesline and both women spin around. Amanda ducks under Mercedes's attempt of a right hand and grabs Mercedes arm. Amanda spins around Mercedes with a crucifix attempt but Mercedes jumps backwards and plants Amanda. Mercedes moves away while Amanda hold on to her back.

Simone: Safe to say these two know each other well!

Mercedes stands up and Amanda quickly follows her to her feet. As Amanda comes close, Mercedes quickly nails her with a leg feed enziguri, sending Amanda to the canvas face first. Amanda gets back to her feet, holding her head and turns around in to a waiting Mercedes. Mercedes jumps up and grabs hold of Amanda's head and lifts her over with a monkey flip, sending Amanda flying across the ring.

Adams: Mercedes showing some of those lucha skills

Amanda again springs to her feet and Mercedes charges at her, jumping in the air and taking Amanda over in a head scissors takeover. Amanda stays on the floor breathing hard and Mercedes moves in to the corner. She grabs the top rope, pulling herself up and flipping backwards with a split legged moonsault! Mercedes stays on top and Holly drops down and counts

Adams: Mercedes and Amanda are everyone's high flying dream match.

Mercedes gets to her feet and pulls Amanda up to her feet but Amanda cuts her off with an elbow to the midsection and runs to the ropes. As Amanda bounces back, she jumps in the air with a high cross body, taking Mercedes down. Mercedes rolls Amanda off and both get to their feet but Amanda catches Mercedes with a kick to the gut and jumps in the air, catching Mercedes' head and spinning her one hundred and eighty degrees before planting her with a DDT! Amanda pulls Mercedes to her feet, before moving to her side and spinning her around with a sidewalk slam, causing Mercedes to instantly hold her back. Amanda returns to her feet and charges at Mercedes, nailing her with a huge clothesline!

Adams: Strike of the Goddess!

Amanda quickly goes for a pin. Holly drops down and counts

Simone: Not many move after feeling that one!

Amanda pulls Mercedes to her feet and whips her at the rope. Amanda waits for Mercedes to come back, but as Mercedes gets close, she rolls out of the way, avoiding the attack from Amanda and towards her corner, reaching out and to Amanda's disappointment, tagging Burke in to the match!

Adams: The men are in!

Burke steps through the ropes but Ivan is waiting for him. Ivan charges and jumps in the air, connecting with a flying superman punch, the force and speed of the attack take Burke off his feet. Ivan quickly moves towards Burke and lifts him up, lifting him up with a lifting and throwing hip toss. Ivan pulls Burke to his feet and moves next to him and pulls him backwards with a swinging Russian legsweep.

Simone: Ivan taking control here.

Ivan stands up waits for Burke to join him. As he does, Ivan starts throwing kicks towards him, catching him on the top of his leg but Burke throws a haymaker right uppercut, connecting on the jaw and knocking Ivan to the canvas.

Adams: Ivan might be out cold.

The clinical Max Burke takes a step back, looking down on Ivan as he starts to move and waits. As he stands up, Burke charges at him and catches him with a rolling elbow! As Ivan turns around, without any hesitation, Burke grabs his head and nails him with the snapmare driver!

Simone: Maximum Overdrive!

Adams: That happened within the blink of an eye!

Burke rolls Ivan over, hooking the leg and Holly drops down and counts

Justin: The winner of the match and advancing to the semi final.... Max Burke and Mercedes Vargas!

Adams: Mercedes and Max advance. They're becoming the dark horses in this competition.

Simone: We could be looking at future Blast From The Past winners.

The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see the reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion Jessie Salco standing by with the Roulette Title over her shoulder, standing next to her is Ms. Rocky Mountains ready for an interview.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I'm here with the Bombshell Roulette Champion Jessie Salco! Jessie, last week you and Nicolas L Blair successfully made it past the first round and you defended the title in your second defense to boot.

Jessie: Is there a point to this or are you recapping last week's show for those who missed it?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Getting to that, out of the other teams who advanced last week, Sam Marlowe and Ben Jordan, Dax Backett and Amy Marshall and Brother Grimm and Misty who do you want to face?

Jessie: And more importantly, who would I look forward to defending the title against more, right?

Rocky nods in response.

Jessie: That answer is easy, Amy and Dax for two reasons, one: so that I can continue the Metal Wars series and two, well we've already eliminated one member of the Bad Boys, in more ways than one, so why not go two for two? As for Sam and Misty, I have history with both women but let's face it, at this point they are so far beyond the Roulette Title it's not even funny, Misty only came back so that she can relive past glories whilst Sam wants a third Bombshell Title reign but that's not going to happen whilst me and Nicolas are in the tournament, as for tonight's winners, well I only have to worry about them in the Semi-Finals, don't I?

Rocky nods and Jessie walks off.

The scene comes back with Gothika walking around backstage. She sees James Tuscini and Pinky who are talking to Dmitri. As she walks over, everyone stops talking and watches her come over. She's biting her bottom lip and looks from one person to the other.

Gothika: "I got your text, James. You found something?"

Tuscini points at Pinky and nods.

James Tuscini: "Yeah. Pinky talked to some folks who talked to some folks who, quote-unquote "talked" to some folks and we got an address. I was just telling Dmitri about it."

Gothika gasps, her face lighting up.

Gothika: "You got an address?"

Pinky nods and reaches in his pocket and pulls out a piece of paper, handing it to Gothika. She take it and looks at it, then launches herself at Tuscini, wrapping him up in a hug.

Gothika: "OH MY GOD!! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!"

Tuscini is looking at her in shock with his hands up, shaking his head.

James Tuscini: "Whoa!! Whoa whoa whoa there! None of this hugging stuff!! No Touchie!! Dmitri... Would you please tell your girl I don't get down like that? No public displays of affection!!"

Dmitri chuckles and shakes his head.

Dmitri: "Sorry, I forgot to warn you about her. She's a hugger. Her friends are too."

Pinky grins and holds his arms out.

Pinky: "Uncle Pinky will take all of the hugs from a pretty girl like you."

Gothika chuckles and moves to hug Pinky who starts making very satisfied sounds and Tuscini starts wiping his chest and arms off, shaking his head.

James Tuscini: "I just don't do that kinda stuff anymore. Not since..."

Dmitri holds up his hands and nods.

Dmitri: "Yeah, I know. Your heartbreak was brutal."

Dmitri turns to see Pinky still holding onto Gothika who is now flopping her arms around like she wants to be let go.

Gothika: "Ok Pinky. I think I've hugged you enough."

Pinky shakes his head and sighs, sniffing her hair.

Pinky: "No you haven't!! I want to hug you more! You feel so good! Mmm, and you smell good too! I don't wanna stop!!"

Dmitri clears his throat and crosses his arms as he lifts his eyebrow, looking at Pinky. He growls softly at his partner's Uncle. A single word rumbles deeply from his throat as his eyes start to bleed to black.

Dmitri: "Mine."

Pinky swallows, then slowly lets Gothika go.

Pinky: "Um, but yeah, you're right. That's enough hugs for now. Here, let me dust you off.. I've got you all rumpled..."

Pinky starts to straighten Gothika's clothes and tries to dust imaginary things off of her, and she starts swatting at his hands, the two swatting back and forth at each other.

Gothika: "I'm fine.. I'm good... No Pinky!! I'm good!! HANDS OFF!!"

Pinky steps back, holding his hands up, then he claps them behind his back and she take a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

Gothika: "Thank you for this guys. Let's just hope that this pans out. I'm gonna go call the Council and see what they can do with this address."

Gothika walks over to Dmitri and places a soft kiss on his lips with a smile. Pinky pouts and shakes his head.

Pinky: "Awww, no kiss for me?!! Dang it! Why is it always the pretty boys who get all of the love?!!"

Pinky crosses his arms petulantly and Dmitri chuckles.

Dmitri: "It has nothing to do with me being pretty..."

Gothika chuckles and nibbles her bottom lip.

Gothika: "But it sure doesn't hurt. I gotta run. I'll let you guys know what I find out."

Gothika turns and they all watch her walk away. Pinky whistles softly.

Pinky: "We are surrounded by smokin' hot ladies every day here in the SCW. Why can't I find someone like that?"

Dmitri chuckles and crosses his arms.

Dmitri: "She'd eat you alive you know."

Pinky: "And I'd let her."

Dmitri points at Pinky who holds his hands up in surrender and backs away as the scene cuts out.

The lights get cut off leaving the inside of the arena pitch black. Suddenly, white pyros go off around the screen atop the stage and "Pure Morning" starts to blast through the arena speakers. As the smoke around the screen fades the word 'PURE' can be seen flashing across it in big black letters against a white background. Kris steps through the curtain, his eyes down at the ground, and out onto the stage as the words of the song start. The lights around the edge of the stage send bright white pillars of light up to the ceiling of the arena, and he stops between them at the top of the ramp.

Adams: Well this is new.

Simone: Kris Halc has been talking over the last week about finding a new direction for himself. This must be it.

The cameras come up the ramp as he finally raises his eyes to look out at the arena. It passes him, circling around his side to see the black letters on his white shorts reading "KRIS" down his right leg. We get behind him as he starts walking down the ramp, the back of his jacket displaying the exact same message at the screen above him. He makes his way down the center of the ramp, not making eye contact with any of the fans that reach out for his hand or try to taunt him on his way to the ring.

Adams: I can't say that I hate the new music or anything.

Simone: Being that he is not scheduled to be out in the ring tonight, maybe he can let us in on why he has chosen to come out here.

Kris gets to ringside and moves around the apron to the nearest set of stairs, climbing up them and walking the length of the apron. He lifts his right leg over the middle rope, and moves to step in but stop, looking out into the crowd and trying to gauge their reaction to him. As suspected, there are really no overwhelming cheers or boos, most just trying to figure out what all of the changes meant for the fans. He steps into the ring, reaching into the pocket of his shorts to pull a microphone from inside. The music cuts, and he steps to the center of the ring, for the first time the chatter and confusion in the crowd can really be heard. Kris raises the microphone to his mouth, looking down at the mat.

Kris: I can feel all of your indecision, and I have to admit, I like it.

The chatter starts to die down, and fans act like they are not sure whether or not to boo the fact that he is enjoys their reaction.

Kris: All it means is that you see me standing in front of you and you are all just as lost as I was for a few weeks. You don't hear familiar music, so both there's no Accident or Nobody shticks to boo. You don't see my brother standing next to me cracking jokes, so you don't want to cheer.

He looks up, and out at the crowd, but more specifically into the camera with a smile.

Kris: If I walked out here and there was complete silence, that would have been a bad sign. Instead, I see confused faces, and people chattering back and forth about what they are seeing. I see people that are wondering what they are going to get. Disinterested people would be in a bathroom or concession stand. Yet, all of you are here and most of you are talking. What does that tell me? It tells me that I am someone that all of you, for better or worse, actually pay attention to.

For the first time, more than a few fans voice their displeasure with his telling them what they think. He raises a hand in response.

Kris: You can boo all you want, but doing so just proves my point. I'm not someone like Xander Bishop who has no idea why you people react the way you do. If he would have paid thirty second of attention to you guys, the cheers heard when he was carted off would not have surprised him. You people could boo my all night and yet, if someone were to come out here and break one of my limbs, you wouldn't be cheering my departure. I am someone that all of you people have invested in at one point or another. Whether you like seeing me get my ass beaten, or like seeing me make jokes at everyone else's expense is irrelevant. It all adds up to the same thing. You've invested in me. So, first and foremost, I was coming out here to tell all of you thank you for that.

This time a majority of fans band together in light cheers that overpowered the negative sentiment just moments ago.

Kris: Because of friends, family, and all of you, I learned a pretty important lesson over the course of Jet City's tenure as SCW World Tag Team Champions. When I came back I said that I was going to mend some bridges. I was going to make myself someone worth standing in front of you in this ring. I said I wasn't going to pander to any of you, or change who I was in the process, but that I was going make it up to you. Jet City came to SCW last October, quickly won the championships, and held onto them until just recently. We showed up to make things exciting, whether we had matches or not. I held up my end of the deal, but Jet City is over.

Again, like he is toying with them, the mood swings in the crowd and he is almost unanimously booed. Instead of waiting for them to subside, he raises his voice and powers through them.

Kris: Jet City was about a lot of things, but it was not about me. It was not about doing the best things for me or my career. It was about family. It was about keeping an eye on me to see if I could handle it. It was about holding me back. However, when I came here I said I was going to fix things that I had messed up in the past. To this point I haven't been able to do that, but that changes now.

He pauses as the displeasure in the crowd amplifies louder than he is capable of talking over. He laughs, taking a few steps from the center of the ring to the ropes. Kris brushes at his face with his free hand, motioning for them to keep the boos coming to get it out of the way so that he can talk. He rests his forearms on the top, holding the microphone up until it starts to quiet down.

Kris: At the start of my career here, I had several opportunities to win the SCW Roulette Championship. There were title matches. There were contender shots. There were simple Roulette Rules matches that had nothing to do with the title. However, every single time, I came up short. I wasn't in the right mindset. I wasn't.... Pure.

The pauses both before and after the word for emphasis make the screen at the top of the stage and his jacket make a little more sense.

Kris: There were times where I was doing this just for a paycheck. There were times where that paycheck went to things that I was poisoning myself with. Back then I was more concerned with dulling my mind. Things are different now, and I'm calling in my shot.

He pushes away from the ropes, turning to his side and moving to the side of the ring where the ramp is.

Kris: So this is notice for everyone in the back with the ability to get things done. Jet City is entitled to a title match, but Jet City is no more. I know that nothing in this business is transferable. I have claim to nothing, but apparently nobody is hearing my intention on social media. Hopefully Mark or Christian actually watch the show then, because here it is. I don't know what your plan for me is, or if you even give enough of a shit about me to have a plan moving forward. What I am telling the both of you right now, is that regardless of who holds that title, or who is in line for it, I'm not going away. I don't care who I have to badger, annoy, or attack. The fact remains that Jet City was so hard to get to lose a match that you had to throw and entire tag roster at us to get your titles back. I already proved that I was the more dominant half of that team, so how about one of the two of you gives me what I want before I have to do anything more to convince you.

There are competing boos and cheers for the idea, and Kris takes focus off of the ramp and entryway to look around the crowd. He smiles, enjoying their confusion. Raising the microphone up again, the fans expect to hear one of the phrases he has used in all of his time here. However, before he can say anything, he lets the microphone slip out of his hand. It falls to the mat, the sound echoing through the arena before Pure Morning starts playing through the PA again and Kris rolls out of the ring to make his exit.

Justin: Our next match is Standard Rules. It is a non-title match with Mikah facing off against Sin City Wrestling's resident wild and crazy wrestler Twisted Sister.

Simone: This match seems to be more about Mark Ward forcing Mikah into a match when she felt it was beneath her. And to top it off he placed her in this non-title match against Twisted Sister. Not sure what might happen in this match.

Adams: Mikah has made the claim she will be a fighting champion. This match will be telling whether she can out-maneuver and out-muscle someone like Twisted Sister.

Justin: Here is our first competitor for this match, she hails from New York City, New York, and she stands in at 5 feet 8 inches and 110 pounds, she is the current Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Champion, give it up for Mikah!

The arena fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah makes her way out onto the stage at the top of the entrance ramp, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit. The crowd is responding with a mixed reaction as Mikah strolls around the ring before settling into a corner to wait for the arrival of Twisted Sister.

Adams: I don't understand why the crowd is giving a mixed reaction to the arrival of Mikah for this match. I give a favorable reaction to what I'm looking at.

Simone: Typical male sexist pig.

Justin: And Mikah's opponent hails from Los Angeles, California, and she stands in at 5 feet 7 inches and 140 pounds, give a warm welcome to Twisted Sister!

The rock band Twisted Sister's anthem of "Burn In Hell" blares across the building and the crowd boos as Twisted Sister is escorted through the stage curtains by professional security with her arms bound around her in a secured straight jacket. She screams wildly, thrashing and kicking her legs, as the guards have to practically have to carry her to the ring. At ringside, they carefully unfasten her straight jacket and she quickly climbs into the ring and dashes around, screaming like a lunatic. Mikah is careful to keep her eyes on Twisted Sister as she is aware of how unpredictable she can be. Twisted Sister finishes running around the ring to try to intimidate Mikah and the crowd and then, surpassingly, she settles back into the corner opposite of Mikah.

Adams: That's unusual behavior for Twisted Sister. What did I just say? Twisted Sister is always in unusual behavior mode. What I meant is she usually attacks her opponent before the match starts so I find it unusual that she didn't attack Mikah and she is in the opposite corner waiting for the match to begin.

Simone: I'm sure she is trying a different strategy to see if she can get her opponent off-balance from the start.

Referee Jacob Summers walks to the middle of the ring and he motions for both wrestlers to join him there. Mikah and Twisted Sister are standing in front of, but off to the side, of Summers as he gives them pre-match instructions. He informs them this is a standard rules match and a non-title match and he won't tolerate cheating and violating the rules. While Summers is issuing these comments Mikah is rolling her eyes as she's obviously not happy she was assigned to this match as she feels Twisted Sister is beneath her level of expertise. Twisted sister just smiles, laughs, and hisses, at Mikah. Satisfied that the two wrestlers have heard and understand what he said Jacob Summers motions t the Timekeeper to ring the bell and this match is officially underway.

Adams: Here we go. This should be interesting.

Simone: That's an understatement. I anticipate total chaos in a matter of minutes. However Jacob Summers is an accomplished Referee and he will keep things under control.

Adams: Uh you did notice that Summers failed to check the two wrestlers for foreign objects right? With a wrestler with the history of Twisted Sister I would say that checking for foreign objects is a mandatory thing.

The instant the bell rings Twisted Sister starts screaming and she charges toward Mikah but Mikah was ready for such a move and she side-steps the attack. As Twisted Sister flies by Mikah spins around to catch Twisted Sister as she rebounds off the ropes. Mikah grabs Twisted Sister and she spins it into a hard body slam. Mikah grabs the legs of Twisted Sister to go for an easily pin.

Simone: This could be the end of the match.

Referee Summers drops down, checks the shoulders of Twisted Sister that they are on the mat, then he makes a count on the pin attempt.

One...

Two...

After the two count Twisted Sister manages to get her shoulder up off the mat. Mikah thought she had the pinfall but she doesn't argue with Referee Summers as she knows that won't go anywhere. Mikah gets to her feet and she reaches down grabbing the hair of Twisted Sister. She starts dragging Twisted Sister to her feet by the hair. On the way up Twisted Sister lashes out with several hard punches to the mid-section of Mikah and this causes Referee Jacob Summers to step in and issue a warning. Twisted Sister looks at Summers and screams out that she doesn't care about his warnings and that she will gladly take being disqualified as long as she can inflict damage on her opponent. Mikah is trying to get away from Twisted Sister but she is unable to break away from her grasp. Mikah lands a few forearm smashes across the back of Twisted Sister and this causes Twisted Sister to drop to her knees. While on her knees Twisted Sister lunges at Mikah hitting her in the midsection with a hard head butt. Mikah stops hitting on Twisted Sister and she doubles over from the head butt to the midsection. Twisted Sister takes the advantage by rolling Mikah up into a small package. Referee Summers drops for the pinfall count.

One...

Two...

Th...

Mikah gets out of the small package much to the disappointment of Twisted Sister. Mikah gets to her feet and she goes across the ring to back into a corner to wait and see what Twisted Sister is going to do next. Mikah watches as Twisted Sister gets in the face of Referee Jacob Summers to complain about a slow count. Summers holds up two fingers to show it was a two count and he orders Twisted Sister to get back into the action of the match or risk a disqualification. Twisted Sister turns and starts to walk toward Mikah but she turns around and charges Referee Summers to try to intimidate him. Jacob jumps out of the way and tells Twisted Sister she is about an inch away from being disqualified.

Simone: Twisted Sister is twisted but she still needs to get actively involved in this match rather than get disqualified and take another loss.

Adams: From what I've seen over time with Twisted Sister is that she's more interested in inflicting damage than winning matches.

Twisted Sister again turns around and charges toward Mikah in the corner. Mikah spins out of the corner causing Twisted Sister to slam into the corner. Mikah wastes no time in laying into Twisted Sister with forearm smashes and knees to the midsection. Twisted Sister manages to reverse it and she now has Mikah backed into the corner and she starts laying into Mikah with punches, kicks, scratching, and biting, all which are illegal and Referee Summers steps in to pull order Twisted Sister off Mikah. When Twisted Sister doesn't comply Summers starts a count on her to break the hold.

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

Twisted Sister has enough ring presence to not let the Referee reach a five count for a disqualification as she breaks on the four count long enough to be classified as a legal break. She again goes off biting, scratching, punching, and kicking Mikah and this time Referee Summers steps between the two wrestlers to try to shove Twisted Sister away from Mikah while issuing a stern warning to Twisted Sister. We watch as Twisted Sister shoves Summers out of the way. He stumbles a few steps to the side but catches himself on the ropes to keep from falling to the mat. He is about to step in to give his last warning to Twisted Sister when she stops beating on Mikah and she runs to the middle of the ring. Twisted Sister flies into the corner where Mikah is located and she leaps into the air to slam into Mikah. Mikah sees the move coming and she manages to duck under the flying Twisted Sister and to come up hard causing Twisted Sister to fly over the ropes and land hard on the arena floor. Referee Summers asks Mikah to step back from the ropes to allow him to make a count on Twisted Sister on the outside of the ring. Mikah complies by moving to the middle of the ring.

One... Twisted Sister is barely moving.

Two... Twisted Sister is stirring and she manages to crawl to the side of the ring.

Three... Twisted Sister crawls under the ring and she starts tossing out items that she plans on using as weapons. We see various items sliding out from under the ring such as a fire extinguisher, folding metal chair, a two-by-four, and a metal bar.

Four... Referee Jacob Summers yells down to Twisted Sister that she has already received her last warning about violating the rules of the match and if she has another infraction he will issue a disqualification upon her. Twisted Sister looks up at Jacob Summers and hisses like a snake in attack mode.

Five... Twisted Sister picks up the items she found under the ring and she places them on the ring apron. Since she is not actually using them as weapons at this time Referee Summers is not able to issue a Disqualification.

Adams: I would think Summers could issue a disqualification since weapons are being staged by Twisted Sister. Considering her history she most likely has an intent to use those items as weapons.

Simone: The appearance of wrongdoing, and actually doing wrong, are separate things. If a Referee were to issue a disqualification to every wrestler who appeared to want to do something that violates the rules most matches would last less than five minutes before a disqualification is handed out. The Referee needs to actually see the infraction to rule on it.

Six... As Referee Summers delivers a count of six Twisted Sister climbs up on the ring apron and leaps over the ropes into the ring breaking the count. She confronts Mikah and offers to continue the rest of the match using only wrestling abilities with no more illegal things. Mikah is not buying the nice girl thing coming from Twisted Sister so she is very cautious in locking up with her. This is short-lived as Twisted Sister rushes in and the two lock up and vie for position. The weight advantage of over 50 pounds Twisted Sister has over Mikah is allowing her to gain the advantage. Mikah uses her wrestling abilities to counter Twisted Sister. Mikah manages to maneuver out of the lock up and she trips up Twisted Sister causing her to fall face first to the mat. Mikah then gets next to Twisted Sister, she grabs her by the hair, and she smasher Twisted Sister's face into the mat several times.

Adams: Face Plant! I love it!

Simone: You wouldn't love it if it was being done to you. It is, however, an effective move to counter and subdue someone like Twisted Sister.

Twisted Sister goes wild after having her face smash into the mat several times by Mikah. Twisted Sister quickly gets to her feet and she runs to the corner where she leaps up into the corner ropes and over the ropes to the ring apron. She walks over and picks up the metal pipe which is about an inch in diameter and about four feet long. She climbs back into the ring holding the metal pipe. She goes after Mikah while swinging the metal pipe. Referee Jacob Summers has already reached his limit and he orders Twisted Sister to drop the pipe or get disqualified. She refuses to drop the pipe so Summers starts yelling at Twisted Sister to drop the pipe now or else. She launches into a rage at being threatened with a disqualification and she is holding the metal pipe up to the side of her head as if threatening to whack Summers with it. Before Summers can issue an official decision of a disqualification Mikah runs over and lands an Enzuigiri kick hitting the metal pipe being held by Twisted Sister causing the metal pipe to whack Twisted Sister on the side of her head. Twisted Sister drops the metal pipe and she is reeling from the blow. Mikah moves over to the staggering Twisted Sister and hits her with a TKO which knocks out Twisted Sister. Referee Jacob Summers makes the three count and Mikah gets the win. Mikah gets up off Twisted Sister and she waits for the official announcement on the match.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen the winne rof this match, the current Sin City Bombshell Internet Champion, Mikah!!!

The crowd erupts in a positive manner at the announcement of Mikah's win. After Referee Summers drops the hand of Mikah she starts to make her way to the side of the ring but she stops next to Twisted Sister to administer a few hard stomps on the head of Twisted Sister before Referee Summers orders her out of the ring. As Mikah makes her way up the ramp to return to the backstage area the crowd shows their support, probably more due to them disliking Twisted Sister more than they dislike Mikah. However Mikah doesn't care as she knows she made an impact in this match even if it was scheduled for the sole purpose of pissing her off. Mikah disappears into the backstage area and then we get a quick glimpse of the ring where Twisted Sister is on her feet trying to figure out what happened. She is alone in the ring as Referee Summers has already left. Twisted Sister wanders around wildly until she leaves the ring and returns to the backstage area.

We open in the backstage area. Kris is walking through the hallways, and notices Scott Oliver ahead of him standing by with a camera by his locker room. He sighs, shaking his head, but not changing his path. He is almost within earshot of them when he is stopped.

Porter Sweete: I like the wardrobe change. It's a little on the nose for my tastes, but you had to do something, right?

Kris stops, and his head drops forward. The camera can pick up his laughing as he shakes his head back and forth, still looking at the ground, and not turning towards the person talking to him.

Kris: You just can't seem to leave me alone, can you?

Porter steps into the frame of the camera, leaning against the wall next to where Kris stands. He motions down the hallway.

Porter Sweete: If you'd rather go talk to Mr. Walking-Probable-Cause about all of the things that you've already said, be my guest. I'm sure after you waste time explaining yourself to him for fifteen minutes, he will be every bit as lost as he is now and you will be dumber for have tried. Does that sound fun to you?

Kris looks up from the floor, his eyes locking onto Porter's.

Kris: Well, you had questions to ask last time. Questions that you got the answer to. Are you here to ask them all over again? Because if so, talking to you is no better than talking to him. Either way I lose. Walking away from you has the added benefit of pissing you off though.

He takes a step but Porter slides a few inches down the wall and holds up a hand to stop him.

Porter Sweete: If you take me for someone that needs to ask the same question twice before I know the answer, you are a bigger idiot than Stoner. If so, I guess there's nothing that I need to talk to you about at all.

Kris: I guess not.

Kris shrugs, and moves around Porter's arm. He was not going to play anyone else's game. However, Porter finally pushes away from the wall as Kris gets a few steps from him. He raises his voice so that he is sure that the former champion can hear him.

Porter Sweete: I can help you get what you want. Afterwards we can call it even. You helped me with the tag roster. I can help you with your whole singles pursuit.

Kris turns, a smirk on his face.

Kris: The sad thing is, you think I need your help. If you've been listening to what I've been saying you would know that I don't need help, and I don't want help. Having people around just holds me back.

It is Porter's turn to shake his head.

Porter Sweete: I wasn't offering to hold your hand. I have to do that enough as it is. What I am saying is that while you have been focused on the tag teams here for the last five months, I have been focused on the company as a whole. It is not an accident that I showed up here, and I am not just another nobody for you to brush off.

He smiles, and Kris brings his hands up to sarcastically clap lightly.

Kris: You can use my words and make them sound just as good. Congrats. I'm still not interested.

Kris tries to turn but Porter reaches out, grabbing his forearm to stop him for a second time. When Kris turns, there is no more playing games, he is ready to fight, but Porter uses his free hand to hold up a card.

Porter Sweete: At some point, you are going to change your mind, and my offer is still going to be on the table. I don't like feeling like I owe people anything. I'm just trying to clear out the debt.

Kris rips his arm away from Porter, but reluctantly takes the card when Porter extends it out to him. Kris looks him up and down and then turns, walking down towards the interview team as the feed cuts away.

J2H can be seen backstage, casually leaning against a nearby wall, as Hot Stuff Mark Ward approaches him.

HS: Just the person I was looking for.

J2H looks towards the boss, his eyes narrowed.

J2H: Is this about that title shot I've been owed since the old man and the snake decided to screw me out of it? I wouldn't be shocked if those two worked together to cheat me. Of course they'll deny it, but I wouldn't be shocked.

HS: No, but it is about the title.

J2H: If it's not about my rematch, I ain't interested.

HS: It's about the main event tonight. I know you wanna make Rage suffer and all that shit for legally cashing in his shot at a champion, but I don't want you out there ruining a match.

J2H: What makes you think I would do that?

HS: You've been too quiet tonight. No demands to open the show, no demands to be first out there and getting in your words first. When you're too quiet, you're planning something.

J2H: Like what?

HS: Like an attack on Rage.

A smirk crosses J2H's face and a sarcastic tone comes from his lips.

J2H: Me boss? Why would I do that? I mean the fans cheered for me, why would I want to let them down?

Another smirk crosses his face.

HS: I smell bullshit, but I'm gonna make this clear. You lay a hand on Rage, or even Hardin for that matter and that title shot your owed, goes right out of the window. You'll be starting at the bottom again.

The smirk changes to a serious look from the former champion.

J2H: You can't do that!

HS: Oh I can and I will if you go down to that ring and lay a hand on Rage or Hardin.

J2H: Fine, I won't lay a hand on your new little golden boy, or the undeserving bitch he's facing. I don't know what goes through your head when it comes to booking, that little bitch got pinned last week by a tag team wrestler, yet here he goes in a match I should have been in, but you have my word. I will not go down to the ring tonight and bitch slap a couple of losers.

HS: Make sure you don't because the second you step in the ring, your main event days are over.

Hot Stuff waves a finger at J2H before walking away, leaving the former World champion leaning on the wall.

The scene opens up backstage, to a corridor where a conversation is ongoing between two familiar faces: former SCW Bombshell, Natalie McKinley, and her compatriot Lowri Moss. Lowri is seen clutching a certain item.

Natalie: I can't believe that a fan actually brought an Easter egg to the show to give to you.

Lowri: Hey, if you don't ask, you don't get.

Lowri grins.

Lowri: Seriously though, when I sent that tweet on Friday, I didn't expect that anyone would actually turn up with an Easter egg for me, so I was very touched that someone did.

Natalie: I'm surprised that you aren't already halfway through eating it.

Lowri: I'm saving it for after the show.

Natalie puts her hands on her hips.

Natalie: I hope you rewarded the fan by giving them a free t-shirt.

Lowri: I did indeed. And I posed for a selfie with them.

Lowri and Natalie's conversation is then interrupted by the appearance of Pussy Willow.

Pussy: Natalie! Lowri!

In unison, the two Welsh girls turn to look at the reporter.

Pussy: What are you two doing here? Are you here with Simon?

Natalie: Yes and no. I mean, he was with us when we arrived at the arena, but then he went off on his own, to find Mikah, I think to give her a bottle of tequila.

Natalie gives a nonchalant shrug. Lowri takes a step forward.

Lowri: Last night I was wrestling down in Tampa, and I was told that if I wanted to attend Climax Control tonight, then there would be a backstage pass waiting for me, so I decided to take up that offer - that's why I'm here, Pussy.

Natalie: As for me, I was talked into also making the trip to Tampa, so as to watch this one wrestle...

Natalie places a hand on Lowri's shoulder.

Natalie: ...and also so that I could see some friends of mine, who I hadn't seen in quite a while. And with both Lowri and Simon planning to come here tonight, I thought I may as well join them, so that I could catch up with some more old friends.

Pussy: Well, as you're both here, there's a question that I need to ask you.

Natalie raises an eyebrow.

Natalie: Which is?

Pussy: A number of people have said on Twitter recently that they would like to see you two return to SCW, so I have to ask, is there any chance we might see the two of you inside the six-sided ring again?

There is a brief hesitation from Lowri and Natalie. They then look at one another.

Lowri: I'll let you answer that one first - you have more of a history round these parts than I do.

Natalie nods, before looking back to Pussy Willow.

Natalie: I'll admit that, a couple of months ago, I was tempted to make a return, just so that I could participate in the Blast from the Past tournament. I resisted that urge though, and since then, while I have seen the tweets that you referred to, Pussy, I haven't given any thought at all to setting foot in a wrestling ring again.

Pussy: Okay. And what about you, Lowri?

The younger one of the Welsh duo looks at the reporter.

Lowri: I wouldn't be able to wrestle in SCW on a full-time basis, as I'm already contracted to two other promotions, one at home in the UK, and one here in the US. However, I wouldn't completely rule out the possibility of me making an appearance or two in an SCW ring some time in the future, preferably with Natalie by my side as my tag team partner.

Pussy Willow smiles at Lowri's semi-positive response. As the cameraman shifts between Pussy Willow, Lowri and Natalie, we catch Song and Jon Dough walking from a distance towards them.

Pussy: What do you say to that, Natalie?

Natalie: I don't know. I'm not sure I even want to get back inside the ring. Besides, I'm not in good enough shape to be wrestling at the moment anyway.

There is an audible scoff from Lowri. Song and Jon Dough look on, as they are within a few feet to Lowri's right.

Natalie: What?

Lowri: "Not in good enough shape"? Natalie, you're in better shape than all of the women in SCW, and some of the men.

Natalie lets out a sigh.

Natalie: Lowri, you know it's not as simple as that.

Song: Why not?

The cameraman turns to his right to get a better shot of Song and Jon Dough.

Jon Dough: Hold that thought, guys.

Jon makes his way to the cameraman.

Jon Dough: I'm not hearing the fans for some reason and this right here is a rare moment, so what's up with that...Hey, Jason Adams turn your microphone on for me, bro. I want to hear the crowd.

A few later we hear the crowd coming from Jason's microphone.

Crowd: This is awesome! *Clap Clap, Clap Clap Clap* This is awesome! *Clap Clap, Clap Clap Clap*

Jon Dough: There we go. Now, Jason, stand there with the microphone on so I can hear the people that paid their good money to see rare moments like this.

Jon walks back over to Song, who looks at Jon with a "WTF" look. Jon looks at her.

Jon Dough: That look says it all, Song, and you're right. Hold on.

Jon turns to look at the cameraman again .

Jon Dough: Come on, bro. Come with me.

Jon moves the cameraman a few feet away from everyone.

Jon Dough: Hey, cameraman. Thumbs up if you can get everyone in the shot...Awesome.

We can hear the fans laughing.

Jon Dough: Okay, ladies...Oh wait...Hello, Lowri. Hello, Natalie. As I'm sure you are aware, I am a really huge fan. I never got a chance to tell you that before.

Song nods her head.

Song: Yes, forgive me. Hello, ladies. Like Jon, I am a fan of both of you ladies.

Song looks at Natalie.

Song: So back to the question. Why not? With all due respect of course.

Natalie exchanges a glance with Lowri, before looking at Jon with a polite smile.

Natalie: Hello, Jon.

She then directs her attention towards Song.

Natalie: And hello to you too, Song.

She sighs again, before continuing.

Natalie: To answer your question, while I admit that there are no problems with my level of fitness generally speaking, the issue is that I'm not match fit. Unlike Lowri here - who is wrestling regularly, and would be able to step in an SCW ring at a moment's notice - I haven't competed in a match in five months. And not only am I not physically in the right condition to get in the six-sided ring, I'm not in the right condition mentally, either.

Jon Dough: Well I can't comment on the mental part but believe me when I say this, Natalie, you are by far in the most perfect shape. I mean I can sit here for days talking about how perfect your body is, but you would probably power bomb me through this table after like my third sentence.

Natalie laughs at Jon's comment, but Lowri is the first to reply.

Lowri: Man on woman violence - and vice versa - is banned in SCW, isn't it? I know we're not under contract to SCW, so maybe we're exempt to that rule, but it's still not worth risking a fine - not that I could see Natalie being offended by that, anyway.

A nod of the head from Natalie confirms this.

Natalie: Lowri's right, Jon. You needn't worry - I would take it as a compliment.

Alana Allure: Well, Jon, if anyone knows if Natalie is ready it would be her. Plus it takes more than being fit to make it in the bombshell tag team division. She doesn't have it in her. She is smart enough to see it. Hell I can see it as well.

Alana Allure makes her way to the scene, as she stands next to Song and Jon Dough.

Jon Dough: You know what, ladies? On that note, I think I will let you Bombshells do your thing. Natalie, Lowri, a pleasure to see you two ladies.

Jon looks at the cameraman and walks his way.

Jon Dough: You fans need to be louder than this. I mean, how often do you see the Elders in the back with Natalie and Lowri? Come y'all, let me hear you!!! Better yet yell, "Just one match," if you like to see these four ladies in a tag team match.

We can hear the fans cheering on.

Crowd: Just one match! Just one match! Just one match!

Jon Dough: I hope to see that match as well.

Jon leaves the area to head back to the Elders locker room. Natalie turns to look at Lowri.

Lowri: I don't think you need me to tell you that I'm willing to agree to such a proposal.

Sighing, Natalie then looks towards each of Song and Alana in turn.

Natalie: Do the two of you share Jon's desire for a tag team match between the four of us - do you want it to be the Female Elders versus the Welsh upstarts?

Alana chuckles at the idea.

Alana Allure: Look I'll be straight with you two because the rest of the Elders seem to really like the two of you. I myself take on all challengers. So when you feel that you are ready, Natalie, I'll be more than happy to knock the two of you....

Song cuts off Alana.

Song: What Alana is trying to say is that it would be an honor to get in the ring with you two.

Song looks at Alana

Song: Right, Alana?

Alana Allure: Sure. The truth is I know it would be a great match up.

Natalie nods, satisfied.

Natalie: Alright then. If the two of you want the match, if Lowri wants it, and if Jon and the SCW fans want it, then fine, I'll agree to it. But before I can set foot in the six-sided ring again, I'm going to need to be given time to get myself in the right condition, both mentally and physically. I can't say how long that will take, but I promise the two of you that once I'm ready, I'll contact Mark Ward, and I'll tell him to schedule the match. Okay?

Alana Allure: Yes, that is a good idea. Please contact Mr. Ward because that other guy Mr. Underwood is nothing more than...

Song cuts off Alana again

Song: Than one of the best bosses ever. Just like Mr. Ward, just different. But hey, we need to take care of a few things.

Song bows to Natalie and Lowri.

Song: Ladies, it has been a pleasure.

Alana shakes her head at Song as she looks at her partner. She turns to look at Lowri and Natalie.

Alana Allure: Yeah, what she said.

Natalie and Lowri watch Alana and Song, as the two members of the Elders walk off. Natalie then turns to Lowri.

Natalie: Happy?

Lowri grins again.

Lowri: Ecstatic.

The scene then cuts away.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Blast From The Past second round Qualifying match!! Plus the superstar that wins this match will be crowned the NEW SCW Internet champion!!

The lights go out and we can hear acoustic guitars start to play Devil's Work through the arena and later followed by the double singing of Uncle Acid and the Deadbeats when Dmitri walks out to the arena, all dressed in black or brown leather pants, a white blouse with his top buttons opened up. We see a candle burn on the titan tron as his name emerges. His eyes is piercing through the entire arena, as if he is searching for someone to drain his bloo from. Lights emerge throughout the crowd as he starts to walk towards the ring, everywhere he walks the spotlight follows him. Allowing him to be the only one that is in the light while the rest of the arena is in complete darkness (except for the lights from the crowd). He finally gets on the ring apron as he once again looks through the entire crowd before entering the ring and stand in the middle of the ring awaiting his tag team partner.

Justin: Standing in at 6'8 and weighs in at 275 pounds!! Hailing from Moscow, Russia!! Dmitri!!!

Orchid's theme song Starts to play we see song and Orchid walking down the ramp. They get half way down and pause. They both bow and then proceed to walk to ringside. They both jump get land on the apron. they both put there hands on the ropes and flip over to get inside the ring. The fans cheer and we see song and Orchid bowing to the fans.

Justin: And his tag team partner!! Standing in at 5'5 and weighs in at 115 pounds!! Hailing from FoShan, China!! Orchid!!!!

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 and 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 opponents with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start with Henry standing outside of the ring.

Justin: Standing in at 6'4 and weighing in at 250 pounds! Hailing from Cologne, Germany!! Lord Raab!!!

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.

DING DING DING

The bell has rang as both Bombshells start the match off, where Evie charges in on Orchid and wraps her hands around the neck of Orchid where she starts to deliver high kicks to the side of Orchid before pushing her in the corner. There she drives shoulders into the midsection of Orchid before hitting an Irish Whip out of the corner before following it up with a roll through while holding on to the head of Orchid, causing her to snap backwards with authority before going for the cover as Drew Patton goes for the three count, but only registers a count of one as Orchid gets her shoulder up in time. Evie grabs her by the chin and starts bashing away with heavy forearms across the shoulder and chest area of Orchid as Drew starts to use his five count to stop her. Evie gets to her feet and grabs the head of Orchid before lifting her up to her feet and grabs her by the waist from behind and Delivers a German overhead suplex and sends Orchid crashing hard onto the canvas before getting to her feet and goes for another cover.

ONE!
TWO!

Simone: Aggressive start from Evie, it may give her and Raab the edge in this match.

Adams: At least it gives them the edge right now Brenda.

Dmitri stands quietly on the ring apron, staring at Raab as the match inside the ring doesn't seem to matter for the vampire as his eyes are dark red.

Adams: This guy gives me the chills just like Grimm!!!

Back in the ring we see that Orchid has managed to reach for the bottom rope, forcing Drew to break up the hold as he starts to use the five count. Evie lets go, jumps up and lands down on the lower back of Orchid with a sit down, she repeats the move two more times before screaming that she will do it one more time, this time it is Orchid that is prepared as she quickly turns around on her back and lifts her knees up. Causing Evie to hit the legs and rolls around as she holds on to her thighs . Orchid slowly starts to crawl over towards Dmitri, who' has extended his hand without leaving his sights from the former world champion Raab.

Adams: Is it me? Or does Dmitri just want Raab??

Simone: Smart observation there!! And here's the tag!!!!

Orchid manages to tag in Dmitri as Evie has tried to reach for the ankle of her opponent but fails to do so. Forcing Raab to enter the ring as the two monsters get nose to nose with each other. Raab talking trash to him while pushing Dmitri away as the vampire just gets back in his face before he gets pushed away several times. Raab wants to punch Dmitri, but the vampire blocks it and lays in a right hand of his own before going for an Irish Whip as that sends Raab into the ropes and Dmitri levels him with a clothesline before picking Raab up by the hair and pulls him to his feet before spinning him around and sets him up for a kick in the midsection. But Raab blocks it and spins Dmitri around before grabbing him from behind and executes a reversed atomic drop. This sends Dmitri in the ropes and gets levelled by a big boot from Raab himself as he goes for the cover. Patton goes for the three count, but after a count of 1,5 it is Dmitri that gets his shoulder up on time. Raab looks at Drew and then shakes his head as he sees that it wasn't a three count. Raab then whips Dmitri to the outside as he follows him to the outside as well. There he grabs him and pushes him spine first into the security railing before dropping him over it with a huge clothesline as Raab stress at him and screams at Dmitri to get up.

Simone: Watch out that you don't get counted out!! Patton is already at the count of six!!

Raab seems to have heard Brenda as he walks over to the ring as he rolls in and out of the ring to break the ten count and walks over towards Dmitri. Who he grabs by the hair, but gets taggered backwards with an open hand chop to the throat area. This sends Raab stumbling against the ring apron. Dmitri gets back to the ringside area as he steps over the security railing and then drives his shoulders into the midsection of Raab. causing his lower back and kidneys to hit the ring apron. There he slides in and out of the ring to grab Raab by the hair and whips him into the ring apron, causing Raab to hit the ring apron with his back before Dmitri runs into him with a running clothesline. Only to have Raab to sidestep and Dmitri to hit the ring post hard with his arm. He staggers backwards as he grabs his arm and shoulder area that hit the ring post and tries to shake off the pain when Raab charges in on him and drops Dmitri with a running clothesline.

Adams: Good grief!! These two are trying to destroy each other!!!

Raab lets out a savage scream before grabbing Dmitri and rolls him in the ring before rolling back in the ring as well before Drew could reach the count of ten. There Raab goes for the cover, as Drew goes for another three count.

ONE!
TWO!
THR-

Simone: The Vampire Bite!!!

The hold on the nerve of Raab causes Raab to slowly drop Dmitri, but his hand remains locked on the throat of Dmitri as both men try to gain some sort of leverage on the other. Whereas Dmitri finally manages to break free from Raab's grip as he breaks it with his free hand before putting one arm of Raab over his shoulder and then grabs Raabs head with his other hand from behind and yanks hard on the neck as he drives the neck and shoulder area across his knee in a modified neck breaker and then goes for the cover.

ONE!
TWO!
THR-

Adams: Uh oh!! This is going to be ugly real soon and real bad!!!

Indeed as inside the ring we see Orchid block a punch from Evie by locking her arm between hers and then executes a Belly to Belly suplex as she wraps other arm around the body of Evie and drops her hard. There Orchid runs to the ropes and executes a moonsault of the second rope and lands hard on Evie. Holding her own ribs as she slowly covers Evie as Drew starts to use the three count.

ONE!
TWO!

ONE!
TWO!
THR-

Adams: He is smiling?? BRENDA!! HE IS SMILING!!!

Simone: I see it!! What is going on with that guy!!!

Raab tries to get back to his corner as we see Orchid going for her Orchid Drop, but Evie manages to somehow push Orchid into the ropes as she awaits Orchid to come off the ropes and drives her down with a spear. Dropping to her back off exhaustion we see Raab extending his arm on the ring apron, not aware that Dmitri has sat up rather quickly and walks towards him as he grabs Raab by the ankles and pulls him off the ring apron. He then grabs him and whips him into the steel ring steps and stares at him before we can hear Drew Patton call for the count of three as Evie pinned Orchid after the spear that she delivered on Orchid. Patton holds the arm off Evie up high as Evie is exhausted and in a lot of pain from this match.

DING DING DING

Justin: The winners of this match!! Evie Baang and Lord Raab!! therefor the NEW!! SCW Internet champion!! Lord Raab!!!!

Dmitri turns his attention to the ring, but then quickly back to Raab as he bares his fangs like he did last week.

Simone: OH NO!! Not that again!!!!

But Dmitri doesn't bite Raab, he just grabs him by the head and sets him up for his patented Blood Lust submission hold as he has Raab in the hold he starts to scream at him.

Dmitri: Who needs excuses Raab!!??? WHO!!! I don't need excuses to be a monster!! Do you feel like a winner now?? DO YOU!!!!

Drew is trying to warn Dmitri for letting go off the hold on the man that is now quickly fading. Security runs to the ringside area as Dmitri finally lets go and bends down to Raab's face.

Dmitri: I challenge you to a fight Raab, you and me. One on one, for that belt... whenever you want it. If you beat me...., I will go back and go after anyone else but you... but if I win? I get your belt.....

With that he walks off as Patton and Evie check on Raab while Orchid slowly gets to her senses and sees her tag team partner walking off as we go to the next part of the show.

The crowd is excited, as this has been one hell of a Climax Control so far. Suddenly, the lights start to strobe, and you hear a sultry feminine voice says 3 words...

ARE YOU READY??!!

The sound of a machine gun rat a tat tats and the lights strobe in time with the sound as Raynin's name forms on the big screen as if it was created by rapid gunfire. the strobing lights continue as the sounds of Wreak Havok by Skylar Grey blares over the speakers, and the crowd is on it's feet with excitement. Raynin's name shatters on the screen like it was a piece of glass that's been struck with a hammer, and the lights come up on the stage to Raynin standing there, legs spread slightly, looking out over the audience with a confident smirk. She's wearing an ankle length black leather trench coat, and she's got the bunny ears she's just received from Angel on her head. She's also got the Easter Basket tucked over her arm.

Adams: "Looks like Raynin's ready for one hot time tonight."

Simone: "But with Angel gone, just what can we expect from Raynin? Her Boo has gone bye bye."

She pulls out what looks to be an automatic rifle and fires it off out over the crowd where it releases large bursts of glitter to fall over the crowd. She nods slowly, then raises her fist high in the air. She brings her fist down into a salute, then starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring, still carrying the rifle.

She jumps onto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle, fires off more rounds of glitter over the crowd, thin lifts her fist in the air. She brings her hand down and salutes the crowd before she hops down into the ring and goes from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, repeating the process and hyping the crowd up even more. She then jumps down into the ring and places the rifle against the ring post, kissing 2 fingers and placing them on the rifle before she stands back up and catches a mic tossed to her from a ring hand. She waits for the crowd to quiet down before she speaks.

Raynin: "Last week, we said good bye to one of the most courageous young men ever to grace the Sin City Wrestling's stage. Good byes were televised from various people, but there were more people affected by the departure of this young man than most people realized. And I was one of them."

The crowd starts to chant.

"WE MISS DESPY!! WE MISS DESPY!! WE MISS DESPY!!"

She nods and brings the mic back to her lips.

Raynin: "Yeah, I miss him too. The Angels and I, we got to have a more private farewell moment with him, because we're just those kinds of people. We put more oomph into saying goodbye than just a handshake, or a hug... There are gifts involved as well. Usually cake.... mmm, I do love cake... But I digress. But there was someone else that I had to say goodbye to when Despayre left. And that is my Boo, Angel."

She takes a deep breath and tears start to flow from her eyes. She wipes them away before she speaks again.

Raynin: "Now, my little Fuzzy Wuzzy Cuddle Bear gave me a gift that no one could ever imagine would affect me like in the way that it has. He said that I have the heart of a Teddy Bear, and he wanted me to show everyone what that meant. And so, it's time for me to show you all what it means to have the heart of a Teddy Bear."

Raynin puts the basket down on the mat and starts to unbutton the trench coat, untying the belt.

Adams: "Please let it be a bikini! Please let it be a bikini!!"

Simone: "You are so nasty some times."

Adams: "You were thinking it too!!!"

Raynin holds the trench coat closed for a moment, then she throws it open and off and stands there for a moment as the crowd goes hushed.

Adams: "OH MY GOD!! WHAT IS SHE WEARING!!"

Raynin is wearing a furry suit that is unlike any other. It's got light brown fur body suit that conform to her shape and goes from ankle up and down her forearms to her hands which have what looks like fingerless gloves with pawprints in the center, but the butt is fluffed out and there's a tail. Over this, she's got a short pink princess type dress with short sleeves and a skirt that flounces like a ballerina's tutu. Instead of it being big and bulky, it's like a sexy teddy bear. She picks up the mic again and brings it to her lips.

Raynin: "I'm not just showing off my Teddy Bear Heart, but my Easter Spirit. I'm The Easter Bunny Bear!! I've got Easter treats for everyone!!!"

She points to the sky and Cadbury Cream Eggs start raining down over the crowd. She picks up her basket and starts tossing more out to the people in the front row. Everyone starts to chuckles and cheer.

Adams: "That is the weirdest Easter Bunny I've ever seen, but damn, I do love these Cadbury Eggs!! Thanks Raynin!!!"

Raynin grins and brings the mic to her lips once more.

Raynin: "Happy Easter everyone!!"

She holds up the basket and waves, then picks up her basket and her rifle and skips off up the ramp as the scene cuts out.

We switch backstage where James Tuscini and Pinky del Ferrando are in the hallway outside their dressing room. They are having a discussion about why the match James had scheduled with Steve Ramone for Climax Control 177 is being rescheduled.

James: Dammit!

Pinky What's wrong James?

Tuscini holds up a piece of paper he received from Mark Ward and Christian Underwood telling him his match has to be rescheduled.

James: This is what's wrong Uncle! I just received this paper stating that due to an unfortunate injury to Steve Ramone Mark and Christian have decided to reschedule my match with Ramone for Climax Control 179.

Pinky: Well that's unfortunate. What is the injury?

James: It says that Steve Ramone contacted them and informed them that he was involved in an incident with Kaylee where she bit down a bit too hard on...ha ha ha...oh you got to be kidding...on his..."groin"...and he is in too much pain to wrestle.

James tosses the paper into the air while Pinky del Ferrando busts out in uncontrollable laughter.

Pinky: I'm sorry Ramone. Ha ha ha! I'm sorry I cannot help but laugh. Ha ha ha! But, come on Steve, do you think for a minute we're buying that excuse? I believe you realized you got into a match you couldn't win against James and you decided to bail out with any excuse you could come up with. I think if I had to bail on a wrestling match I would have come up with a better excuse than that one.

James: It said on the paper that Mark and Christian verified the injury with the Doctor so it is a valid injury. I don't mind Uncle. I figure all this does is delay Ramone's ass kicking by me by two weeks. Just because the match will take place two weeks from now doesn't negate the fact that Ramone will get his ass kicked again by me.

Pinky: Okay, James, since Mark and Christian say it is a valid injury I will accept that. Any chance you will have a match at Climax Control 178 before facing off against Ramone at Climax Control 179?

James: With the Blast From The Past Tournament going on, and with others needing to be scheduled for matches to build up for Into The Void, I would say no. But if they want me to do a match at Climax Control 178 and 179 and at Into The Void you know I'm up for it. I never turn down an opportunity to wrestle.

James Tuscini and Pinky del Ferrando finish their conversation and return inside their dressing room to watch the rest of Climax Control 177 on television. The scene cuts as the door of their dressing room closes.

As the cameras switch backstage, the Bombshell Internet Champion, Mikah is seen sitting on a table along one of the walls in the hallways, her feet crossed at the ankles and her back against the wall and her eyes on her phone, her eyebrows furrowed in a frown. A masculine hand places a bottle of tequila next to Mikah's right thigh and she flinches out of instinct as she sees the movement from the corner of her eye.

Mikah: I don't drink with creeps.

She doesn't even look up, her eyes on her phone, clearly sending a text message or in a serious conversation. She was still in her ring attire but had a Drake Green shirt on over her top that had been modified to cut off just above the middle of her rib cage. A voice that is instantly recognisable responds to Mikah.

Simon: What kind of way is that to greet your BFF?

She looks up to see a smiling Simon Jones, who is dressed casually, wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She raises an eyebrow at him for a second or two before setting her phone down on the table.

Mikah: A good way?

She shrugs her shoulders, moving a little to get comfortable.

Mikah: Careful with that tequila. There are some people back here that freak out about alcohol being backstage, Timon.

She winks at him before looking at her nails.

Simon: I think I'll be okay. It's not as if I need to worry about possibly getting fired.

A smirk crosses Simon's face.

Simon: You're insisting on calling me Timon though, are you?

She shrugs her shoulders as she looks him over, not moving from her spot as she stays sitting on the table.

Mikah: It kind of suits you, doesn't it?

She reaches up and tucks her wavy locks behind her ears before leaning forward a bit, a smile crossing her face before she rolls her eyes at Simon.

Mikah: And do you seriously think that Christian Underwood would fire me? I mean, Mark Ward probably would because I married Drake Green, which means that that's something that I can't redeem myself in his eyes.

She waves it off, clearly not caring about it.

Mikah: You, however probably are still in his good graces. I'd use that leverage while you can, Timon. Think of all the benefits you could get from him; all the money. You'd probably never have to work if you came back and then retired after a year. No more desk job for you.

She gives him a grin before grabbing the bottle of tequila.

Mikah: It's a shame we didn't run into each other before my match; I could've used this.

She smirks again at Simon, who shakes his head.

Simon: I couldn't care less whether or not I'm in Christian's good graces, or Mark's - or both, or neither. I have no intention of returning to the ring. When I retired, I actually meant it - I'm not about to suddenly unretire like, say, Misty, or Drake.

He then frowns.

Simon: And what do you mean, you could've used that? I know Twisted Sister was your opponent, but what would you have done, fought fire with literal fire, by turning that bottle of tequila into a Molotov cocktail?

She gives him a look.

Mikah: Please. For a shot. You know...

She sighs as she looks around and then looks at Simon.

Mikah: To make the match go smoother?

She offers him a smile.

Mikah: And please, Drake broke a record when he came back only for that scrub to ruin it.

She makes a face.

Simon: Yeah, I suppose it was a shame that Drake didn't get a proper chance to celebrate his achievement, before Rage did what he did. Still, Drake broke a record that he already held, and now I get the impression that he wants to break his new record, too.

Simon folds his arms.

Simon: You know, there are landmarks that I could try to achieve as well, if I wanted to make a comeback: I could try to complete the triple crown, or even the grand slam. But no, I'm not going to do that - I'm going to be the former wrestler that actually stays retired.

She rolls her eyes before looking at him again and leans back with her arms out behind her.

Mikah: I didn't say you had to come back to be a wrestler, Timon. There are other things that you can do with your talent. Like commentary. Replace either one of those idiots that commentates on the matches; you'd be much better to listen to when I watch the show when it re-runs.

She makes a face before looking over at the tequila bottle, her eyes moving over the bottle before she turns her eyes back to Simon.

Mikah: And it's rude to bring tequila without shot glasses, Timon. And plus, I don't know what you expected out of me; I haven't drank backstage since January of 2016.

She sticks her tongue out at him in a childish manner.

Mikah: And I hope that Drake does break his own record again. Serves that big oaf right.

A surprised Simon looks at Mikah.

Simon: You've really gone fifteen months without drinking backstage?

He speaks in an ironic tone.

Simon: What happened to you? You used to be cool.

He then smiles wryly.

Simon: You're not going to leave me to drink on my own, are you? Besides, we don't need to use shot glasses, we can just drink it straight from the bottle.

She rolls her eyes at him and folds her arms loosely over her chest, covering up Drake's logo on the shirt.

Mikah: Are you trying to use peer pressure on me, Mr. Jones? Because I'm sure that fits under some sort of harassment and I could totally go to the boss and complain.

She makes a face before smirking at Simon.

Mikah: You and I? Drink from the bottle? Isn't that the same as kissing? I don't know how my husband would feel about me swapping spit with another man in such a fashion...

She holds a hand over her heart acting as if she was mortified just thinking about that. Simon shrugs indifferently.

Simon: You can go to the bosses and complain all you want, but like I said earlier, what are they going to do - fire me?

Now it is Simon's turn to smirk again.

Simon: And if you insist on using glasses, then fine, I'm sure it won't be too hard to find a couple around here somewhere.

She rolls her eyes at him.

Mikah: And get infected with some disease? How do we know that the glasses that are just "lying' around back here are even clean? Some diseased person could have drank from them, Timon. Let's not risk our--MY life by using glasses we don't know where they came from.

She grabs the bottle of tequila and looks it over before looking at Simon.

Mikah: I guess we're sharing the bottle. But I'm curious...why are you so quick to want to get me drunk, Mr. Jones? Do you have an ulterior motive?

She raises an eyebrow at him as she starts to twist the lid off, her eyes still on him. He replies sarcastically.

Simon: Yes, I want to get you drunk so that I can make with you. In the past, so many people have accused you of wanting to test my fidelity, but now, it's the other way round.

Simon sticks his tongue out at Mikah.

Simon: Seriously though, I've travelled several thousands of miles to be here, and now that I'm here, I want to have a drink. I know you don't have that many close friends, but whenever my friends and I get together, usually we have a drink together. And we're BFFs, right? So yes, I want to get drunk with you.

He then lets out a slight sigh.

Simon: You're the one that has been getting on at me for months, trying to get me to come to a show. I mean, you are pleased to see me, aren't you?

He raises an eyebrow inquisitively. She gives him a slightly skeptical look as if she wasn't sure before she smiles a bit.

Mikah: Perhaps. I mean, I would have preferred that you picked a better date to come because it is Easter Sunday and I should be with my child right now but you know how things go.

She makes a wave of her hand before looking Simon over once more.

Mikah: And what if I told you I was off alcohol for other reasons? What would you say then?

She gives him a coy smile before moving a bit to get comfortable. Simon thinks it over for a moment, before offering a shrug.

Simon: I suppose I would say that if you have a good reason for not wanting to drink, then I won't force you to do so. After all, what kind of friend would I be if I tried to get you to do do something that you don't want to?

She raises an eyebrow at him.

Mikah: A normal one? Don't friends always convince each other to do stupid shit? I mean, I may be wrong because most of my friendships have not really meant much to me before recently.

She makes a waving motion with her hand.

Mikah: But isn't that the general assumption?

She looks at Simon and offers him a small smile. He unfolds his arms.

Simon: I don't know. I guess it depends on who you're friends with.

He then rubs the back of his head.

Simon: I did buy that bottle of tequila with you in mind though, so are you going to drink it with me, or not?

Mikah looks at him with a slightly amused look on her face.

Mikah: Have you seen my choice of friends, Timon? I basically am around Drake nine times out of ten.

She shrugs her shoulders.

Mikah: I've never been the type to have friends, Mr. Jones. But since you did think of me when you were buying the tequila - which is weird in its own right - I'll have a drink with you.

Simon smiles warmly.

Simon: I would rather be weird than ordinary. And thank you for not leaving me to drink on my own.

He rubs his chin, as he ponders something.

Simon: On the subject of your friends, I remember hearing you say something about the Blast from the Past tournament two weeks ago, and how the only two people you would consider teaming with are Drake and Despayre - I assume you didn't include me in that group because I'm retired, right?

He then winks at Mikah. She smirks at him.

Mikah: And why are you remembering my tweets, Mr. Jones? Should I be worried that you've become a bit...

She pauses for a moment.

Mikah: Stalkerish?

There is a gentle shake of the head from Simon.

Simon: I don't recall seeing a tweet from you about that topic - I thought it was something that you said to either Pussy Willow or Ms. Rocky Mountains during an interview. I could of course be wrong though.

Simon frowns. He then shrugs, before continuing.

Simon: And given that over half of the tweets I send seem to be in response to tweets of yours mentioning me, I would ask, who's really stalking whom?

Simon returns Mikah's smirk.

Mikah: Hmm. But I never recall remembering much of what you reply back to, Mr. Jones. And whether or not I tweeted it or said it to bozo the clown in an interview, you're still remembering what I've said. Almost down to a T!

She smirks at him before sticking her tongue out at him in a childish manner.

Mikah: But enough of this silly back and forth bullshit. Are you going to drink or not?

Another wry smiles crosses Simon's lips.

Simon: Now you're asking me if I'm going to have a drink?

He then laughs at Mikah.

Simon: Absolutely. But I am a gentleman though, so, ladies first.

She gives him a skeptical look before pulling the lid off of the bottle.

Mikah: I didn't know you to be such a gentleman. After all, you standing backstage with another man's wife, drinking tequila. Do you know what they say about tequila?

She gives him a mischievous smile before taking a drink straight from the bottle.

Mikah: They say it makes your clothes fall off.

Simon laughs at her quip.

Simon: So I've heard, although in reality, song lyrics don't tend to ring true, no matter how good they may sound. I think we'll be alright.

He extends his hand towards Mikah, gesturing for her to pass him the bottle.

Mikah: However long have you been drinking tequila, Mr. Jones?

She passes him the bottle and watches him for a moment or two.

Mikah: And tequila's invoked some wild nights for me in my younger years. I don't know about you, but it's made me do some questionable things.

Simon: I'm sure I've probably told you this before, but I don't drink tequila that often - when I drink spirits, I'm far more likely to have a drink of whisky, or brandy, or rum.

Simon takes a swig of tequila from the bottle.

Simon: The only questionable thing that tequila makes me do comes the morning after, when I question why it was that it had seemed like a good idea to drink the stuff. But, I know it's your drink of choice, so...

He proffers the bottle of tequila to Mikah. She makes a face at him before taking another drink of the alcohol.

Mikah: What are you? Like 75?

She makes a face at him.

Mikah: That's my grandfather's choice of drink. Whiskey and brandy, that is. I used to drink rum all the time but I found tequila much more....fun.

She winks at him before taking another swallow of the clear colored liquid.

Mikah: Now, as for you drinking with another man's wife, how does your..."wife" feel about you drinking with me?

Simon: The same way that she feels about me drinking with any of my other female friends - by which I mean, she doesn't have a problem with it.

Simon goes to take the bottle from Mikah, but he hesitates momentarily.

Simon: Why? Drake won't mind you having a drink with me, will he?

She looks at him and shrugs her shoulders before grabbing her phone.

Mikah: He's around here somewhere. Shall I give him a call?

She smiles at Simon as she taps a few things on the screen of her phone. Simon gives a nod as he consumes some more of the tequila.

Simon: Sure. It would be good to see him as well for the first time since Summer XXXTreme, and as long as it's been since I had a drink with you, I think it's been either longer since Drake and I last had a drink together.

She frowns and purses her lips together before taking the bottle from Simon in a hasty manner and takes a drink. She eyes him over, narrowing her eyes at him.

Mikah: You know, you're supposed to be MY BFF, not Drake's.

She takes another drink from the tequila before setting the bottle down beside her as she thumbs through her contacts on her phone.

Mikah: So don't be getting any ideas, Timon. He's also MY husband, so.

She gives him a pointed look, but Simon can't help smiling.

Simon: I thought we had already covered this: Drake isn't my type.

He places his hands on his hips.

Simon: And if I didn't know better, I would think that you were getting jealous.

She rolls her eyes before reaching up and tucking her hair behind her ear as her thumb hovers over Drake's name.

Mikah: Doesn't matter. There are people around here that tend to think they can steal him away from me. Or person, perhaps.

She offers Simon a smile as she slides her finger along his name. She holds a finger up to Simoon as it rings.

Mikah: Hey, babes!

She smiles at Simon as she squirms, wiggling on the table a little bit.

Mikah: Just sitting in some random hallway in the arena with Timon Jones...

She frowns and rolls her eyes.

Mikah: No, not Simon, Timon. Whatever, Drake. You should come have a drink with us!

She gives Simon a look and shakes her head with a grin on her face before pressing the mute button on her phone so that Drake couldn't hear her words.

Mikah: Husbands, you know how they are.

She winks again before un-muting the phone.

Mikah: Of course not, Drake. Just come on.

She hangs up after a few minutes.

Mikah: Well, he will either show up or he won't. So...cheers to us.

She takes another drink from the bottle before handing it over to Simon, who pretends to clink it with another, invisible bottle.

Simon: Cheers!

Simon then proceeds to take a drink of his own from the bottle.

Simon: So, now that I'm finally here, after months of you trying to get me to attend a show, are you going to stop pestering me on Twitter?

He gulps down some more of the alcoholic beverage, before returning the bottle to Mikah.

Mikah: No, probably not. It's way more fun to pester you when you're like 50,000 miles away and can't do much about it.

She smirks at him before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes for a moment.

Mikah: Plus, what else would you do with your time?

She gives him a pointed look.

Simon: You mean when I'm not replying to your tweets?

Simon thinks about the question for a moment, before giving an answer.

Simon: I don't know, spending it chasing around after my daughter, I guess - after your earlier comment about how you should be with Leighton right now, you should be able to appreciate that.

She shrugs her shoulders a bit before squealing as she sees her husband round the corner of the hallway.

Mikah: Draaaake!

The Hall of Famer smiles as his wife slides off of the table to greet her husband with a hug.

Drake: Hey, babe.

She smirks before kissing him full on the mouth before turning to look at Simon.

Mikah: I guess he does want to drink with us. But probably me more than you.

She winks at Simon as Drake offers a hand to Simon.

Simon: That's alright. I'm not going to be offended.

Simon shakes Drake's hand.

Simon: Good to see you, Drake. How are you doing?

Mikah just gives Simon a smirk as she stands close to her husband and then grabs the tequila bottle from Simon and takes a long drink.

Drake: Pretty good, man. How about you?

Mikah covers her mouth with one hand as she feigns a yawn. Drake grins before grabbing the bottle of tequila from his wife and taking a drink of it.

Mikah: He enjoys being my husband.

She winks at Drake as he puts an arm around her lower waist.

Simon: I'm good, thanks.

Simon looks to Mikah, then back to Drake.

Simon: Shall we go and see if we can find Ben, and have a full-blown ACW reunion? I haven't seen him yet this evening, but I assume he must be around here somewhere, and he's never one to turn down a drink.

Mikah shrugs her shoulders before looking at Drake who nods his head.

Drake: Might as well. It's a good as time as any, right?

Drake grins before Mikah grabs the tequila bottle and takes a long drink.

Mikah: To go find Ben!

As the trio then begin to head elsewhere, the scene cuts away.

Justin: The following match is for one fall and it is for the Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship

Jeremiah comes to the ramp as Trenches (Remix) by Pop Evil ft DMC plays and he comes to the ramp with his uncle Dark Tiger by his side.

Jeremiah comes down the ramp and fist bumps with the fans.

Rage turns around, seeing Hardin on his feet but as the champion comes rushing in looking for a powerful clothesline Hardin ducks out of the way. Hardin quickly and swiftly turns around and slams Rage in the back of the head. The champion stumbles and before he can catch himself Hardin slaps on the Double Underhook Rolling Cutter.

Adams: Tigers Ambition!!

Hardin hooks the leg looking for the win

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

Simone: I can't believe it.

Jasmine is able to make the three counts and the bell sounds.

Adams: Jeremiah just beat Rage; I repeat we have a NEW World Heavyweight Champion.

Hardin gets up off the canvas and is awarded his belt while Rage is looking up at him in disbelief yelling at Jasmine saying he got the shoulder up before the third strike.

Justin: Your winner AND NEW Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight champion... JEREMIAH Hardin!!!!!!!!!!

Rage is FUMING and exits the ring under EXTREME protest and moves towards a laughing J2H. J2H moves backstage as Rage's pace quickens and the world title is presented to a jubilant Jeremiah Hardin! He raises the gold up high as the crowd greets him with ecstatic cheers! Sebastian Hardin and Gothika both hit the ring and wrap the newly crowned champion in a fierce embrace as the crowd cheers and the screen slowly fades to credits!

THANK YOU! to Chris, Mark, Court, Annie, Derek, Gerrit, Erik, Simon Jones, Britt, Wong, Kris, Jenny, The Lord MK. Also again to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who RPed!