Simone: There is a LOT of history between these two, as Jeremiah defeated the former Rage, Jake Sullivan, for the World Championship in a huge upset. Jake turned around and regained the title only a few weeks later. And now tonight is the curtain call on the rivalry between the pair.

Adams: Each guy has a win over the other. ... Am I the only one having trouble calling Rage Jake?

Simone: I imagine after so many years, a number of people will have that problem. Mercedes Vargas has stated she does not want a championship match, at least not yet. But that's not stopping her from facing a champion as she's in a non-title match with the current Internet Champion, Mikah!

Adams: Two of the best! And if Mercedes beats Mikah, well that's practically a guaranteed shot at the championship!

Simone: Then if we are talking a real battle of the Alpha males, the next match certainly fits that bill when Calvin Harris looks to continue his path to success, but he has not faced a foe like this since his return to SCW!

Adams: Dmitri! Calvin has Dmitri in the ring this week! Those two are gonna bludgeon each other!

Simone: They are certainly going to try. Dmitri is seeking to get back on the path to success, and a victory over an established star like Dmitri would catapult Calvin to main event status!

Adams: Then Kris Halc is in action next against Joshua Acquin, but his Roulette Championship isn't on the line. I understand that has cheesed Joshua Acquin off something fierce!

Simone: Kris isn't too thrilled either. He's spent some time trying to get Christian or Mark to either let him put his gold on the line, or at the very least, make this match under Roulette division rules.

Adams: Something tells me he'll have an easier time convincing Christian than he will Mark.

Simone: Well the one person who can't seem to convince Christian they deserve a title shot is Samantha Marlowe. Mark Ward himself booked Sam to face Crystal Millar, and Christian stepped in and made it a non-title match. Saying Sam doesn't deserve a championship match.

Adams: Doesn't deserve it?? She got to the finals of the Blast From the Past!

Simone: I believe that was Mark's reckoning as well and the reason why he signed the match in the first place. But although Christian couldn't cancel the match, he was able to change it and he did so to Sam's chagrin.

Adams: And the Main Event, an actual championship defense! Can you believe it?? Given all the non-title matches, I thought it went out of style.

Simone: Not tonight it hasn't, as Chelsea Payne makes a move to put her Roulette Championship on the line against none other than the very woman she defeated for it in the first place, Jessie Salco!

Adams: Oh Jessie's been waiting for this one! And I think Chelsea has too!

Simone: Jessie wants to get the title back, and Chelsea wants to prove once and for all that she is the champion! And it's all starting right now!

Polly Playtime is caught exiting her locker room, with a determined aura about her. She starts walking down the corridor with purpose, heading toward the direction of the bowl of the arena.

Adams: "Alright! And to start things off with the action tonight, we have my favorite young bombshell that we have! I can think of others that will be watching her compete, but those others don't matter!"

Simone: "You're ridiculous when it comes to her. You know that?"

Adams: "Hey, you have your favorites. I have mine."

Polly continues walking until she rounds a corner, almost bumping into the camera man that is standing there. When she sees who it is, she licks her chops, which makes him become very unsteady with the camera.

Polly: "Oh, it's just you. You have every right to be nervous. It's cute actually. Just be happy that I'm not allowed to face the guys, because I'd take you on in a heartbeat and bring you to your knees."

Polly smiles, evilly and sweetly at the same time. The cameraman backs away from her, but she then continues.

Polly: "But being I can't do that, watch what happens to Alana Allure in a matter of minutes. She will be the appetizer course in the next five matches I have, which I WILL win ALL of them! The whole world needs to take notice. I am not some one-trick pony that will be looking for a new career. I belong in that ring, and tonight I begin to prove it all over again. At the end of it all, all five I have chosen will be hearing those echoing words YOU LOST in their heads, for the rest of their miserable lives!"

Polly's playfulness and sweetness melts away, back into full on determination as she now picks up her pace, heading towards where she will be entering for her match against the acclaimed manager of the Members of the Elders.

Justin Decent climbs the ring steps and slides between the ropes before bringing the microphone to his lips.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and introducing first...

IAIN SAYN NUN by OGYOLA X starts to play.

Justin: Coming to the ring and a combine weight of 245ibs. They are two Members of the Elders first from Rock Island, IL Alana Allure!

We see Alana Allure come from behind the curtains to a mix reaction. Song comes the curtain to a shower of boos with little bit of cheers. Alana pauses to wait for Song to catch up to him. The two give a fist bump to each other. The crowd showers them with a mix reaction as the two make there way to the ring. Alana slides in from the bottom ropes while Song jumps on to the ring apron and then jump over the top ropes to make her way in the ring. Alana and Song each get on top of a turnbuckle. Song raises her arms in the air to ta a mix reaction. Alana Allure then raises her arms up the air to a shower of cheers. The two get down and meet in the middle of the ring each other a nod while the crowd showers them with a mix reaction.

Justin: and her opponent...

"I wish it could ALWAYS be Playtime."

A girly laugh can be heard and "C'est La Vie" by B*Witched begins to play. After a few seconds Polly Playtime appears from the backstage area and chooses to just stand on the stage for a few moments, letting it all sink in. The men in the crowd swoon as all the ladies in the crowd boo their hearts out. Polly comes back to it and winks her left green eye. The camera gets a really good close look at that, sensing that Polly is ready to potentially do something evil.

Justin: "Making her way down the aisle, from Panguitch, Utah, she is the girl that loves to play... POLLY PLAYTIIIIME!!!"

As her name is being announced, Polly then grins and skips off of the stage and down the wrestler ramp. She gets down to the ring and skips one lap around the outside of it before hopping up onto the ring apron. She winks her left eye again and wears a maniacal grin before she slides into the ring under the bottom rope. Once inside the ring she stands back up and looks right over at the referee, again with evil intentions. She licks her chops and nods a few times as she stands in the middle of the ring, her entrance music just now beginning to fade out.

Simone: What a match to start Climax Control Jason. I can't wait to see what the rest of the show is going to be like.

Adams: From the looks of it, it is going to be explosive for sure. And here we go!

Polly doesn't wait for the bell to ring as she charges against Alana with a quick slap to the cheek of Allure that sends her staggering to the ropes, one hand moving to her lips to check for blood. Polly follows her and grabs by Alana by the hair and arm and whips her across the ring. Rebounding off the ropes, Alana takes Polly down with swinging neckbreaker as Playtime had dropped her head intending to back body drop Allure. Polly grabs the back of her neck as Alana rolls to her feet and then staggers back against the ropes. Polly gets to her hands and knees then pushes upwards to a kneeling position. Alana comes off the ropes with a roundhouse kick to the back of Polly's head that sends her back to the mat again. Dropping to her knees, Allure rolls Polly over and pins her to the mat.

Adams: Our first pin of the night and it is Alana with the advantage but I still think it is too early for a pin.

ONE!

Simone: You were right Jason, but then again so is a clock two times a day.

Polly kicks out and Alana glares at the referee before getting to her feet and picks Polly up. Cradling her head, Alana uses a swinging cradle suplex to bring Playtime back to the mat. Polly clutches at her back and arching slightly before she rolls to the outside and leans against the apron. Alana moves to grab Polly by the hair and pull her back into the ring but Polly manages to spin enough for her to grab Allure by the foot and pull her off her feet. Alana hits the canvas and Playtime grabs her by the hair and pulls her to the outside of the ring.

Simone: Polly needs to let go of Alana's hair.

Adams: She can't help it...it makes such a good handle for her to control Alana with.

Simone: Really...

Adams: Hey, don't touch the 'do!

Polly keeps a handful of Alana's hair as she slams her face first on the apron then pulling her up, Polly twists her to look Alana in the eye then slaps her on the cheek as she taunts Alana. Slapping her again, Polly now turns to the crowd and taunts them as she displays Alana to the fans. Moving to stand behind her, Polly once more slaps Alana on the cheek then whips her into the ring. Climbing in behind her, Polly hits a curb stomp on the back of the head of Allure as she is on her hands and knees. Dropping down to the mat, Polly rolls Alana over and goes for a pin.

ONE!

Simone: Polly's turn for a pin and this one might just be enough.

TWO!

Adams: Nope, Alana kicks out barely. But it is a kick out none the less.

Alana barely kicks out at two as Polly can't believe the slow count and begins to argue with the referee. Alana makes it to the ropes and pulls herself to her feet slowly. Polly turns after the referee threatens her with a disqualification and is surprised by Alana who rushes up and catches Playtime around the midsection and launches her up and over with a belly to belly suplex that has Polly arching in pain. Alana gets to her hands and knees and reaches for Polly who has a hand clutched at her back. Grabbing Polly and pulling her towards her, Alana lays out Polly then moves to the ropes and climbs to the top. Looking at the prone Playtime, Alana launches herself off the top with a moonsault but Polly gets her knees up in time to catch the flying Allure in the midsection. Clutching at her stomach, Alana rolls on the mat in pain as Polly rolls to the ropes.

Adams: Ohhh Alana took those knees to the midsection and I am surprised that her lunch didn't hit the canvas with the force of that.

Simone: Well, it did seem to give her the heaves.

Getting to her feet slowly, Polly looks across the ring at Alana who is finally on her hand and knees as she continues to wretch across the ring. Pulling herself up to her feet, Polly rushes across the ring and drops an elbow into the small of Alana's back. Rolling to the corner, Polly pulls herself up on the ropes then looks at the prone Allure before leaping with a splash onto the back of Alana as she barely starts to rise. Allure is slammed to the mat as Polly herself grabs her midsection. Pushing through the pain, Polly rolls Allure over and grabs at her leg to pin her to the mat. The referee drops to the canvas and slaps it.

ONE!

Simone: That hurt Polly too...but Allure seems to be out.

TWO!

Adams: Foot on the ropes Belly...Foot on the ROPES!

Allure barely is able to drape her foot over the bottom rope to break the count. The referee taps Polly on the shoulder and she rises to her feet and raises her arms in victory but the referee waves it off as he points to Alana's foot on the ropes. Polly can't believe it and grabs a handful of hair to drag Alana into the middle of the ring. Motioning to the referee, Polly once more pins Allure.

ONE!

Adams: That isn't going to win it for Polly I am afraid. She was wasting too much time grandstanding.

Alana kicks out and rolls to the side. Polly gets to her feet and points at the referee and can be seen to mouth off to the ref. Alana makes it back to the ropes with a slow crawl and pulls herself to her feet to sag against the ropes, her arm still draped over her midsection. Polly turns away from the referee once more only to be met with a roundhouse kick that she barely avoids. With Alana off balance, Polly hits a dropkick that sends her chest first into the turnbuckle. Catching Allure from behind, Polly pulls her by the hair to the canvas then catches her around the midsection with a body scissors, twisting slightly to make the hold more painful as Alana reaches out and tries to grab at the referee. Polly reaches up and slams her open hand against the side of Alana's face forcing her to cover her head.

Simone: Polly is punishing Alana with that bodyscissors.

Adams: Will we see a submission from the Elders member?

Polly plays to the crowd as Alana tries to fight out of the scissor hold. Rolling over, Alana makes it closer to the ropes which are still out of reach as Polly puts her hands against the canvas and arches upwards locking in the hold tighter forcing a grunt of pain from Allure. Grabbing Alana by the hair, Polly reaches back and pulls the hair making Alana scream in pain as the referee warns Polly to let go of her hair. Polly shakes her head as the ref begins a five count. At four, Polly lets go and tightens the bodyscissors as Allure fights to roll enough to grab the ropes. One hand stretch later and Allure manages to catch the bottom rope as Polly releases the hold with a sneer then rolls over and gets to her feet. Alana rests momentarily on the bottom rope before reaching for the top rope and pulling herself to her feet. Polly grabs Alana and kicks her in the midsection sending her to her knees then grabbing Allure by the hair, she plants her foot on the back of Alana's head and drives it into the canvas with a curbstomp. Laying on the mat, Alana is unable to escape as Polly hits the perfect play on Allure then rolls her over for the pin.

Adams: Perfect play by Polly Playtime!

ONE!

Simone: Looks like Playtime is over!

TWO!

THREE!

Simone: Polly wins it with the Perfect Play!

Adams: That is just going to really give her momentum going into the next supercard. With the strength of her win tonight, she could probably name her opponent for our yearly Summer XXXTreme cruise.

Justin: The winner of the match...POLLY PLAYTIME!

Polly gets to her feet and holds up her hands as she smirks at the booing fans. The referee motions for the bell before checking on Alana in the middle of the ring. Polly walks over and rubbing her heel on the midsection of Allure, she steps over the downed Elder and exits the ring.

The scene shifts backstage to an area where wrestlers are being interviewed. We see Scott Oliver standing with James Tuscini and Pinky del Ferrando.

Scott: James can you tell me how you feel not winning the match, and the World Heavyweight Championship, last week against J2H?

James: I feel fine and I always feel fine. I can?t be upset due to losing to the longest-reigning World Heavyweight Champion. J2H asked for me to be in that match. He asked me to give him a good fight and I did. At the last moment he turned one of my moves on me and got the pin. That?s not something to be upset about that something to admire in a Champion like J2H.

Scott: Do you want to request another match with J2H for the World Heavyweight Championship?

James: I?ve stated this many times before. I?m not one of those wrestlers who runs around demanding title shots. I leave the assignment to matches to Management. When they feel they want me to face a Champion for their Title Belt then so be it. Until that happens again I will gladly accept any match Management assigns me to.

Scott: Pinky I am hearing rumors that since many people try to insult James by calling him Pizza Boy that you want to open a Pizza Restaurant in the Atlanta Metro area. How much truth is there to those rumors?

Pinky: Those rumors are true Scott. I?m working on the deal now to take over an existing pizza restaurant but when I take ownership I am planning on calling it Mafia Pizza. I?ve come up with two taglines so far. Not sure which one I will end up using. Then again I may use both of them.

Scott: What might those taglines be?

Pinky: One is The "Family" Loves Our Pizza" and the other one is Our Pizza Is A "Hit" but I may end up thinking up something else I want to use.

Scott: You told me earlier today that although you are not scheduled for a match at this Climax Control you are here in attendance in case someone cannot make their assigned match and Management needs a replacement. Since you two are here would you please go over the card for Climax Control 183 and give the viewers your take on the matches?

James: I would rather not comment on any of the matches, including the one Dmitri is in, as I don?t want anyone?s feelings to be hurt if I side against them and I don?t want anyone getting an inflated ego if I side with them. I would rather talk about who I would like to face at the last Climax Control before Summer XXXTreme V and who I would like to face at Summer XXXTreme V.

Scott: Please do so James.

James: I would like to face Ryan Keys at Climax Control 184. Why? Because even though I?m 4-0 against Keys I noticed since he got a win last week over Travis Nathaniel Andrews and Steve Ramone I?ve heard rumors that Ryan is running around bragging his shit don?t stink. Well if Ryan Keys is so damn confident of himself then is he willing to have a match with me before Summer XXXTreme V? I have a feeling he might be involved in the Roulette Championship match at Summer XXXTreme V and having a match against me the Climax Control before the Supershow he will either walk into the Supershow 0-5 against me or 1-4. I leave it up to Management if they wish to schedule this match.

Scott: You said you wanted to talk about who you would like to face at Summer XXXTreme V. Could you give us a list of people you would like to face and the reasons why?

James: Of course I would love to be involved in the Roulette Championship match at Summer XXXTreme even if it is a multi-wrestler match. I still have the desire to become a three-time Roulette Champion. I wouldn?t mind facing Jake Sullivan, also known as Rage, at the Supershow. The reason is simple. I would love to prove to everyone my win over Rage at Climax Control 180 on Sunday, May 28, 2017, was the real deal and not a freak accident. And for sure I would love to get my hands on Xander Bishop again. That gangsta punk ass got lucky in our Street Fight where I lost my Re-Match Contract for the Roulette Championship and I want to pay him back for that match.

Pinky: Scott it doesn?t matter what opponent, what match, what rules, what stipulations, Management wants to throw at James for Summer XXXTreme V. James will bust up the joint, kick ass, and walk away with the win. The tougher the opponent who gets thrown at James then the tougher James is in the ring. I challenge Management to give James a great match for Summer XXXTreme V.

Scott: Thanks for spending time with me to let the fans know what you are doing and thinking. Always a pleasure to have you two interview with me.

The crowd onhand spots Jamie Dean on the SCW-Tron, clad handsomely in a white tuxedo for his upcoming match against Mickey Carroll. He is walking down the hallway, his eyes hard to read but face set in determination. The crowd cheers as he moves towards the 'gorilla position' when he passes the playful newcomer to the Bombshell division, Bobbie Dahl who lets loose with a wolf whistle.

Bobbie: Go get `im tiger! Rawr!

Jamie pauses long enough to show her a trademark smile.

Bobbie: Going to do Ben proud?

Jamie: That's the plan, babe!

Jamie turns back and starts forward once again, when he stops and snaps his fingers. Curiously, he pulls out the waist of his tux slacks and looks 'down.'

Jamie: Whew!

Jamie looks relieved and Bobbie blinks, confused.

Bobbie: What?

Jamie smiles at her.

Jamie: I had myself worried for a moment! Thought I forgot to wear underwear.

Jamie starts forward when Bobbei reaches out and takes him by the arm. He looks to her and she winks.

Bobbie: I'm afraid I'm going to need proof.

Jamie laughs.

Jamie: In your dreams!

He starts past her and she hauls back and slaps him one right across the ass!

Bobbie: I'll take that bet!

A limousine is seen pulling up to the backstage area of the arena. The cameras zoom in a bit before seeing Alphonso in the driver's seat. He parks the limousine in the designated parking space before getting out and walking to the back and opening the door. Out steps the Bombshell Internet Champion, sporting a simple pair of shorts and her Black Sheep tee that she'd modified to show some cleavage and all of her torso.

Mikah: I swear Mark tries to find the biggest dumps in the area for his employees to compete at. Look at this place.

She kicks at the ground before looking at Alphonso, who really looked indifferent to the whole situation.

Mikah: And in the weirdest places. I wouldn't care if I never stepped foot in Arizona again.

She runs her fingers through her straight blonde locks before looking towards the door.

Mikah: I'll be back at the end of the show, most likely. I have some things that I have to do tonight.

Alphonso nods his head.

Mikah: Hang out and it will all be done with soon.

Mikah reaches into the limousine and pulls out her championship and slings it over her right shoulder. An apprehensive look appears on her face as she begins to walk to the door, ready for the show.

We see Song wearing a blue t-shirt with two white letters that say RC. We see her walking down the hallway drinking a can 20oz bottle of RC while also carrying a six pack of the coke and what looks like an extra blue t-shirt over her left shoulder. Camera follow her as she reaches the end of the hall way. We see a door that says "Enter At Your Own Risk."

Song turns to look at the camera following her.

Song: For the record that message goes for everyone else. Not me because ThisisSong!!

Song smiles at the camera before looking at the door. She knocks at the door taking a sip of her RC.

Song: Hey asshole open the door! ThisisSong!

Song Knocks again.

Song: damn I swear I will huff, and Puff and blow...

Giani opens the door.

Giani: What the fuck? I thought I heard someone say blow, and we all know you don't...

Song puts her RC to the side of the door on top of a table. She then takes the other blue shirt and hits him with it.

Song: Don't be a smartass...

Giani blocks his face.

Giani: Watch the face, this is my money maker, yaknowhatimsayin?

Song stops and starts laughing.

Song: Oh yeah? How much you made off the face... Wait nevermind I really don't want to know...

The two turn to the camera and wink before turning back to look at each other.

Song: So buddy, where's Dax?

Giani: Hold up.

Giani closes the door but we can still hear him yelling for Dax.

Giani: Yo Dax, that little spicy Asian chick is at the door looking for you.

Song: This motha f......

Dax opens the door, before he can say a word Song throws the shirt at his face.

Song: Here put this on please!

Dax: So fucking demanding, as usual. Fuck...

Through his protest, he still obeys as he slides the shirt over his nearly naked body, still in his tighty whities. Song chuckles as she watches on.

Song: I'm never demanding... now shut up and drink this RC.

Song chuckles a bit more as she hands him a RC bottle from her six pack

Song: So you know how "The Man" hooked me up with this RC deal a while back, well he got a call from RC as they're not happy with my lack of ad time so I need to step it up again and well you seem to be a big hit with the ratings so yeah drink up as we're on air. The last thing I need is for "The Man" to give me shit for not doing my part. So drink and smile at the camera like its the best damn coke you ever had... Please!!

Song turns to look at the camera.

Song: Now ladies and guys as well eyes up here not on his tighty whities please.

Song turns to look at Dax

Song: You know I pictured you to be a Boxer type, you know easy access.. Wait let me shut up.

Song smiles as she turns back to look at the camera.

Song: So as you can see everyone there is nothing better then a nice cold RC, no matter the time of day it brings men out in their tighty whities.

(A small fine print appears on the screen...) *RC products do not always bring men out in there tight whites*

Song: Okay I'm sure everyone is thinking why is Song hanging out with Dax after the Bad Boys beat up the Elders in a match? Well truth is sometimes I want to smack them myself. God I mean you think Eyesnsane and Jon Dough are annoying on air try traveling with them all the time. Dax and his boys did me a favor.

Song laughs

Song: Feel free to smack the again anytime for me please!!!

Dax: Does that include Alana? And by smack, is that only with feet? Sorry, old habits...

Song looks at Dax then at the camera.

Song: Hey Mark Ward you can have 4 weeks of my pay if you book Dax vs Alana in a match!!!

Dax: I actually meant with my...

Dax looks down at the front of his tighty whities and winks at the camera before taking another sip of his drink.

Song: I bet the show will gets its highest ratings ever.

Song looks on as Dax takes another drink from his RC

Dax: RC pay me money too!

Song: You have to hold the bottle like this so everyone can see the RC logo that's how we get paid.

Song looks at the camera

Song: "The Man" that hooked me up please hook Dax up as well.

Dax: Daxy gotta get paid...

Song: Yeah cus you know an "Indy" company can only pay us so much. Thou I do wonder where they get the money for a cruise ship and there tours they do every year.

Dax: Probably because the bosses are loaded, and most of the wrestlers here are models and A-list actors of the silver screen. At least me and Alana kept it real on the C-list straight to DVD screens.

Song: But still, don't you think it's odd how we can go to say Japan, China, Africa yet we have to fight the bosses to do a show in the east coast. I mean 6 years for them to go to New York? But there quick to fly across the world. A "Indy" company nonetheless, but hey what do I know. I'm just a typical Asian who is great at math and knows that even that don't add up.

Song looks at Dax.

Song: Crap, did we just take it somewhere that's going to get us in trouble? Do I have to call "The Man"?

The door opens up and we see Eyesnsane leaving the Bad Boy's locker room. Song looks on confused at first. Eyesnsane looks at Song with a wink then looks at Dax.

Eyesnsane: So yeah man, glad we were able to straighten things out.

Dax: Conflict resolutions and shit, right?

Eyesnsane: Pretty much, sometimes well you know. But it's over and all is well now.

Eyesnsane takes a RC bottle from the 6 pack leaving now just 4 left. He shows the logo while taking a sip.

Song: See Dax, that's how you do it.

Eyesnsane turns to Dax.

Eyesnsane: Fastest way of making $500 and it just took 2 seconds.

Eyesnsane takes another sip before disappearing from the camera view

Dax: So, how much money do I get if I do this...?

Dax takes a bottle from the six pack, leaving just three. He lifts the shirt slightly and sticks it down his underwear slightly, leaving the logo of the bottle showing as he tucks the shirt to his side. He takes the last sip from the open bottle and throws it to the ground as he roars out.

Dax: Disestablishmentarianism! Fuck "The Man"!

Out of nowhere Jon Dough appears on the screen.

Jon Dough: Please tell me there another RC left besides that one.

Jon points towards Dax monstrosity. Song laughs shaking her head.

Song: Nope! If you want one you have to take it from him!!!

Jon Dough: That... That just sounds wrong on so many levels...

Song: Suit yourself!!

Jon shakes his head as he leaves the scene. Song looks at Dax laughing.

Song: So what about "The Man"? You trying to get... hard with him?

Song says trying really hard to hold her laughter now.

Dax: Because that doesn't sound super sexual, right? Oh wait, did you do that on purpose? Ah, I see how it is. I thought I was the comedian in these things.

Dax runs his hands over his beard before checking the position of the bottle sticking out of his underwear to make sure the label is facing out for the camera.

Song: Your Royal Crown (RC) is just fine. I swear am I talking to Dax or Ryan keys mang!

Song looks at the camera making sure to drink a big gulp of RC cola.

Ted: And cut. That should works for the Rc company

SCW camera zoom out as ted is now in the picture.

Ted: I'll send this over to the RC Pr team.

Song: I think we should have done that for Mothers day to give them something to be happy about.

Dax: Nah, I prefer Father's Day if you know what I mean.

Song: Oh yeah from the Elders and The Bad Boys, Happy Fathers Day. Or as Mickey Carroll would say, the day of the DILTF's!!

Dax: I must say I'm really starting to like this side of you Song.

Song and Dax both start laughing.

Simone: It's not very often we witness match ups like the next one, Jason, but...

Adams: But I'd rather see an evening gown match! Or bra and panties!

Simone: I was going to say but I'm going to enjoy this one!

Adams: Ahhh...so the roles are reversed tonight! Not cool!

Justin: Ladies and gentleman the following contest is a Hardcore Tuxedo Match!

The crowd erupts in a huge pop as all eyes fall on the curtain at the top of the ramp.

The electric, techno rhythm of "Sex" by Cheat Codes and Kriss Kross Amsterdam begins playing across the sound system and Jamie Dean emerges out onto the stage, with a smile on his face and his arms held out to the side. He is wearing his tuxedo complete with his dark shades and a his signature hot pink bow tie.. Jamie proceeds to walk down the ramp way, slapping hands as he goes.

Justin: Introducing first...Making his way to the ring! From the Pacific Palisades, Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at one hundred and sixty nine pounds...JAMIE DEAN!!!!

He walks around the entire ring, slapping hands until he reaches the steps and climbs them quickly to the ring apron. He steps halfway through the ropes and first grinds himself along the middle rope, then starts to 'hump' it vigorously. Jamie steps the rest of the way through and moves about the area of the ring, beckoning to the crowd for louder cheers and calling out to them. He removes his shades and then begins to sway his upper body, but keeps his tuxedo jacket on as he shows off for the crowd for a few moments until his music dies down and he stands in a corner of the ring, waiting for his opponent to enter.

Adams: I really hope Jamie remembered to wear something underneath that tux tonight.

Simone: I'm sort of hoping he didn't.

Adams: **gags**

Justin: And his opponent...

The opening of "Drunken Lullabies" by Flogging Molly plays as Mickey pushes through the curtains. He is wearing his Bad Boys hooded jacket over his tuxedo, but the hood is not up. More curiously, he is walking out with a pair of crutches, and a cast on his foot. He gently limps out to the entrance ramp as his music goes wild. He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth and drops it on the ground, quickly putting it out with his uncasted foot. He looks from side to side, nodding his head at the jeers before pointing out into the audience, starting an almost resentful "Oi! Oi! Oi!" chant. He looks down the ramp and to the ring right at Jamie. He reaches into his jacket and pulls a microphone out of it. He waits a second as the music dies down and he lets the fans continue to boo him for a few seconds before speaking into the microphone.

Simone: Oh you've got to be kidding me?!

Adams: Looks like this match won't be happening...

Mickey: Oi, shut yer bloody fuckin' mouths. What ye got to say is nowhere near as important as what I gotta say...

The crowd jeers as Mickey taunts them with an ornery sneer as he hobbles down the ramp several paces. Jamie continues to shout at Mickey, while Mickey comes to a stop.

Mickey: Jamie... Jamie, Jamie, Jamie... I'm gonna level with ye, mate. I mean, look at me. Busted up foot and a bum knee. Don't get me wrong. I... I could still run circles around yer nancy arse inside of that ring...

Crowd: BOOOOOO!

Mickey: It's very kind of ye, but this lad's already got enough delusions, so let's not feed into it, yeah? Again, I could still get the best of ye inside of the ring, but... I'm feeling quite generous. See, I wouldn't want to embarrass ye too badly, because... well, what kind of message would that send going into Summer XXXTreme? Well, that, and the doctor wouldn't clear me to fight tonight. Sadly, it could be a couple of weeks until this bad boy is all healed up. I know, I know... it suuuucks...

Mickey hobbles down the ramp again until he reaches the bottom. Jamie waves Mickey inside, ready for a fight. Mickey holds his hand up as Jamie sits on the middle rope, making way for Mickey as a bit of an insult. Mickey laughs into the microphone as he holds a hand up, doing his best "American" impression.

Mickey: Whooooa-ho-ho there, cowboy. Ye know, it really speaks volumes about yer character, Jams. This bloke likes to pick fights with cripples. If this is the kind of champion SCW promotes, well... then yer in for a rude awakening. Even more rude than the beating yer gonna get right now, Jamie!

Mickey hobbles over to the ring steps as he drops the microphone to the ground. He uses the crutches to climb up to the first step as his face reads all business. He takes a deep breath as he goes to climb the next step, until the lights dim down. Wrecked" by Killbot blasts over the speakers. The fans immediately turn their attention to the entryway, booing loudly as Giani comes from behind the curtains, dressed in a tuxedo. He holds his hands up in the air, laughing as the music picks up. He is looking from side to side as the jeers form.

Justin: Aaaaand, his opponent? Hailing from Seaside Heights, New Jersey, standing at 6 feet 5 inches and weighing in at 285 pounds, accompanied by Mickey Carroll, and a member of the Bad Boys, he is... GIIIIIIIIIANIIIIIIIII DIIIIII LUUUUUUCAAAAAA!!!

He looks from side to side once more with a smirk forming on his face, soaking it all in. He looks at what seems to be each and every fan before throwing his fist in the air, taunting the fans with a series of slow, sarcastic fists pumps. He waves off the fans as he walks down the ramp, stopping at the bottom, spinning a complete 360 while leaping on one foot with his arms out at his sides. He comes to the head of the ring and jumps onto the ring apron, pausing with his arms held out at his side as Veronica stands behind him. He nods his head once more before climbing under the top rope. He bounces from the ropes, then runs over to the far turnbuckle and raises his fist high in the air to taunt the audience and pose for the cameras. Jamie runs toward him, but Giani jumps down and turns around, pointing at him as he jogs in place. He orders Jamie to back up as he finds his footing.

Simone: Well this just turned interesting, didn't it? Mickey is conveniently hurt so he can't wrestle in this match against Jamie...

Adams: But his loving husband is there to take his place! At least you'll still get to see some skin, Belinda!

Referee Holly Wood stands between the two men, looking back and forth between them with a smirk on her face. She licks her lips, but Giani snaps his fingers in front of her face, and she quickly shakes her head, snapping out of her momentary trance.

Adams: Looks like Holly is loving this as well!

Simone: I'm sure she is! I'm sure she just begged to be the referee for this one!

Holly mouths a few words to both Jamie and Giani as Mickey and Veronica watch from the outside of the ring. Jamie and Giani are engaged in a heated staredown as Holly finally calls for the bell!

DING! DING! DING!

Giani has a smug grin on his face as the two get toe to toe, but Giani has quite the size difference over him. Five inches in height and about one hundred and twenty pounds heavier than Jamie, Giani just chuckles as he looks "down" at Jamie, trying to trash talk the much loved "Sausage King." Jamie just stands there for a few moments, not saying or doing anything and when Giani turns his head towards Mickey and Veronica on the outside, Jamie bitch slaps him hard across the face! Giani's face snaps to the right, and he keeps it there for a moment as Mickey shouts at him and Veronica rolls her eyes and shakes her head!

Simone: Well that's what you get for messing with Jamie!

Adams: And Ben Jordan! I think we're going to see a protective little brother of sorts come out in this match!

Giani slowly raises his head back up to look at Jamie, but Jamie attempts a hard right shot which Giani quickly blocks and follows it up with a hard right fist to the gut which sends Jamie stumbling back and doubling forward! Giani quickly gets on the offensive, with a pissed off look on his face, as he storms back over to Jamie, grabbing his tuxedo jacket and attempting to pull it off! But Jamie scrambles and fights back, trying to keep his clothing on as Giani uses all his strength to rip the jacket!

Adams: Jamie fighting to keep his clothes ON...Never thought I'd see the day!

Simone: Well, when it's a matter of a win or loss, of course he's going to want to keep his clothes on!

As Giani tugs and pulls at Jamie's jacket, Jamie balls up his fists and starts hitting Giani with rights and lefts right in the abdomen! But he's not hitting him very hard and Giani just laughs until Jamie opens his hands and starts feeling Giani's abs, quickly running his hands up Giani's chest! The crowd bursts out laughing as Giani backs up quickly, shouting at Jamie who is now smirking at him proudly and then winks at him.

Adams: And Jamie still able to play a few games all things considered...

Simone: It got Giani to let go of the jacket and back up so it worked!

Giani snarls at Jamie and then rushes towards him, going for a clothesline! But Jamie ducks, spins around and grabs Giani's tuxedo jacket by his left arm! He yanks on it and the sleeve rips right off and Giani spins around, livid as he looks down at his torn tuxedo!

Simone: Well...that's a start. Not the start we normally see but a start none the less!

Adams: I hope that's not an expensive tux Giani is wearing!

Jamie tosses the sleeve of Giani's tux on the mat as Giani comes rushing towards him again, only this time he clobbers Jamie with a forearm to the head and he follows it up by grabbing Jamie by the throat, squeezing just enough to cut his oxygen off and Jamie starts to fight to get air in his lungs! Mickey and Veronica smirk on the outside, and Holly can only let this happen!

Simone: Unfortunately for Jamie, that is completely legal in this match!

Adams: Jamie could be in trouble very quickly!

With his hand still wrapped around Jamie's throat, Giani returns the favor and rips Jamie's tuxedo sleeve right off his arm! But then he does the same thing to the other as Jamie's face quickly starts turning blue and Giani backs him into a corner! Hoping to choke him into unconsciousness, Giani doesn't let up and just before Jamie's eyes flutter closed, in a last ditch effort to save himself, Jamie manages to kick Giani right between the legs in the Di Luca family jewels!! Giani drops Jamie in the corner and then drops to his knees, holding his crotch as he doubles over!

Adams: Well, I think it's safe to say that Mickey and Dax won't be getting any Italian Sausage tonight...

Simone: I'm sure they'll be completely heartbroken...

Jamie coughs and chokes as he tries to get air back in his lungs and Giani continues to hold his crotch, unable to move! Mickey and Veronica slam their hands on the ring apron, trying to get through to Giani, but that kick to the jewels left him temporarily deaf, as he doesn't even hear them. Jamie slowly gets back to his feet, glaring down Giani before he reaches down, grabs the tuxedo jacket again and starts ripping it off! First, the other remaining sleeve and then the rest of the jacket, until it's left in shreds right next to Giani!

Adams: Does Giani even know what the hell is going on?

Simone: I think the only thing he is aware of is the pain in his groin, Jason.

Giani is slowly starting to come to, realizing what is happening, but Jamie takes a few moments from ripping Giani's tuxedo right off of him and he drops down and slides out of the ring! He starts searching under the ring for weapons...anything at all he can use against Giani as Giani starts crawling his way over towards the ropes! Jamie is pulling everything and anything he can find from under ring! A table! Chairs! Fire extinguisher! Kendo Stick! Two bags filled with...something?! And a...

Simone: Is that a...lighter??

Adams: Someone has been smoking under the ring again!

Simone: Why the hell would anyone be smoking under the ring?!

Adams: I don't know...to not get caught?!

Jamie stares at the lighter for a moment and then tosses it on the ground before he reaches down and picks up a chair! Just as he is about to get in the ring to use it on Giani, Giani does a baseball slide right under the bottom rope, sending the chair right back into Jamie's chest and Jamie goes flying against Belinda and Jason's announce table!!

Adams: This isn't good! Stay away from my beloved announce table you two!

Simone: I don't think they plan on listening, Jason.

Jamie drops the chair and holds his midsection as Giani rushes towards him as fast as he's able to, but he still winces in pain. Giani grabs Jamie and pulls him back, bringing his knee up with a shot to the midsection and Jamie drops down to his knees right in front of Giani!

Adams: That's a dangerous place to be!

Simone: For Giani, maybe...

Quickly realizing the awkward position Jamie is in, Giani puts his palm right on Jamie's face and shoves him back before kneeling down right in his face!

Giani: This Italian Sausage ain't for you, dawg!

Giani then grabs Jamie's jacket, and ripping the rest of it off of Jamie, before tossing it behind him! He follows it up by grabbing the sleeves of Jamie's shirt and ripping them off, showing off the first of Jamie's skin!

Simone: Uh oh...things are looking bad for Jamie!

Adams: For the love of God, please let Jamie be wearing underwear under that tux!

Simone: Are you assuming that Jamie is going to lose this? Because what if Giani went commando for this?

Adams: OH GOD!

Thinking Jamie is worn down enough, Giani reaches for the collar of Jamie's shirt, ready to rip it off, but Jamie cold clocks square in the nose and Giani stumbles back, falling right to his ass and holding his nose! Jamie hops to his feet and quickly grabs the steel chair that he dropped and steps forward towards Giani! Mickey and Veronica are shouting in a panic at Giani, but Giani is too concerned with his possibly broken nose following that shot from Jamie!

Simone: I don't see any blood.

Adams: Yet! Giani just might need to call a plastic surgeon after that shot!

Simone: And I'm sure he will...Self-conscious bastard...

Jamie wastes no time and pulls the chair back, swinging it forward and hitting Giani right across his left arm! Giani drops his hands from his face, surprisingly revealing no blood, but Jamie swings the chair again and again, beating Giani with it as Mickey and Veronica look on from just feet away! And the crowd is on their feet, cheering loudly for Jamie as he goes to town on Giani with the steel chair!

Adams: I don't think I've ever seen Jamie be so aggressive!

Simone: After what the Bad Boys did to Ben Jordan, I'm not at all surprised! Even the most flaming of gay men has a nasty mean streak in them!

Jamie finally tosses the chair down, crouches down over Giani's midsection and grabs a hold of his shirt! He smiles and winks at Giani before he rips Giani's shirt open, getting an up close and personal look at Giani's chiseled abs and pecs!

Simone: Despite wanting to make him suffer for what they did to Ben, Jamie is in Heaven right now! Look at his face!

Adams: And Giani is in a vulnerable position!

Jamie's eyes go wide as he enjoys the view of Giani's chest just beneath him, and even Holly Wood looks on with a smirk! Jamie is about to put his hands on Giani's pecs, but he stops himself just short, behaving if only for the moment before he takes Giani's shirt and rips it off! Jamie gets back to his feet, rolling Giani over, making sure every piece of his shirt is off before he tosses the torn mess right towards Mickey and Veronica!

Simone: If that doesn't send a message, I don't know what will!

Adams: And Mickey isn't happy!

Mickey kicks at Giani's shirt with his good leg as Jamie finally turns his attention away from him and Veronica, ready to get back to Giani! But Giani gets a fist up and punches Jamie right in the junk, returning the favor from the dick kick earlier! Jamie drops down, holding his own crotch as Giani reaches over, grabs a kendo stick and gets back to his feet! He doesn't waste a second as he brings the kendo stick up and crashing down right over Jamie's head, breaking it immediately, but he keeps beating Jamie with it anyway, smacking it over his back and head as Jamie is face down on the ground!

Simone: Giani right back in it!

Once the kendo stick is rendered useless, Giani throws it on the ground, reaches down and grabs the back of Jamie's shirt! In one quick yank, he rips it right off of Jamie's body, tossing it behind him and hitting Belinda Simone right in the face!

Adams: There! You have a souvenir!

Simone: Gee...what I've always wanted. A ripped shirt!

Jamie is still face first on the ground with big red welts forming on his back from the kendo stick! Giani has ample time and opportunity to end the match right then and there, but he has other things on his mind! He looks around at everything Jamie pulled out from under the ring, immediately going for the table! The crowd is going wild as Giani sets the table up, but he doesn't stop there! He looks around once again at everything around them, reaching down towards one of the bags!

Simone: As if a table isn't dangerous enough! He has to use...

Adams: BROKEN LIGHT BULBS?!

Indeed the first bag is full of shards of broken light bulbs as Giani dumps them all over the table and tosses the empty bag on the ground! Jamie is slowly pushing himself back to his hands and knees as Giani turns around and grabs Jamie by his head and pulls him back to his feet! He pulls Jamie over towards the ring apron, picking him up and placing him there before he jumps up right next to him, both dangerously close to the table! The entire crowd is on their feet as Giani goes to set Jamie up for a powerbomb, looking right down at the table with a sick smile on his face!

Simone: Oh no...Oh no, no, no!

Adams: I think Giani is thinking yes, yes, yes!

Just as Giani goes to deliver the powerbomb, Jamie drops down, and delivers a low blow! Giani holds his crotch AGAIN, but he tries to hold on to the ropes to save himself from falling right onto the table and the broken light bulbs! But Jamie delivers a hard right shot, and follows it up by bouncing Giani's head off of a top turnbuckle before tossing Giani backwards and he crashes right through the table and the broken light bulbs!!

Simone: MY GOD! That was DOUBLE the pain!

Adams: And Giani only has himself to blame!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Giani is seemingly out cold as his body lays motionless over the table! Jamie jumps down from the ring apron, heading right over towards Giani where he's set to end it right then and there! He reaches down, grabs the bottom of Giani's pant legs and prepares to pull them off!

Adams: It's all over! Jamie has this one in the bag!

Simone: Yes he...Wait a minute! Why am I not surprised?!?!

Just as Jamie is about to rip Giani's pants off, Mickey comes running up behind him and clobbers him in the back of the head with one of his crutches! Jamie collapses to the floor as Mickey continues his assault on him and the crowd is booing viciously as Mickey beats the hell out of Jamie with the crutch until it's bent and useless! But he follows it up by stomping on Jamie's midsection, and head, with the cast over his "hurt" leg and Veronica is checking on Giani, trying to wake him up!

Simone: I should have known! This was all a set up! Jamie had this match won until Mickey showed his true colors!

Adams: I guess he's not really hurt then, huh?!

Simone: Gee...ya think?!

Once Jamie is out cold, face first on the floor, Veronica helps Giani to his feet! His back is a bloody mess, and he's stumbling and vaguely aware of his surroundings but Mickey and Veronica point towards Jamie on the ground and Giani smiles wickedly as he stumbles forward towards Jamie! He drops down to his knees right by Jamie's legs, grabs his pants and yanks a few times, finally ripping them off and tossing them down, leaving Jamie in just a zebra print thong!!!

DING! DING DING!

Adams: MY EYES! MY EYES!

Justin: Ladies and gentleman here is your winner...GIANI DI LUCA!!!

Mickey and Veronica help Giani back to his feet, each throwing an arm around him for support. Holly Wood checks on Jamie as Mickey, Veronica and Giani all head towards the back as the crowd boos them viciously!

Simone: Unbelievable. What a sick display by the Bad Boys once again.

Adams: Shoulda seen it coming, Belinda! I know I did!

Simone: No you didn't!

Adams: Ok...maybe I didn't.

Holly helps Jamie back to his feet, but Jamie seems to be regaining his strength as he stands up, holding the back of his head. He looks around the crowd, almost disappointed, but they cheer and clap for him as Holly helps him to the backstage.

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SCW WORLD BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP
Odette Stevens and Melody Grace ? vs The Boss Ladies

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Mikah is seen standing in one of the hallways with her championship slung over her shoulder. She jumps a bit when she sees Pussy Willow standing to her left, looking at her with an overly bright smile on her face.

Mikah: Jesus. What the hell?

Pussy Willow: Mikah, I just want to ask you a few questions about last week's show and your match tonight. Do you have a moment?

Mikah looks around, trying to think of a way to get away from the blonde bimbo.

Mikah: I've really got some place to be right now, Pusscakes.

Pussy Willow: Please, just a minute.

The woman has a hopeful look on her face, hoping that the Bombshell Internet Champion would agree to speaking with her.

Mikah: Four questions. That's all you get.

PussyWillow nods her head eagerly.

Pussy Willow: Last week on Climax Control, you helped organize a Birthday Bash themed Pool Party for Kris Halc. Closer to the end of the show, we saw Kris act heroically and save you from humiliation. Why do you think he did what he did?

Mikah purses her lips together.

Mikah: I'm sorry, Pusscakes, but you must have me mistaken with somebody else...

PussyWillow looks around, a confused look on her face.

Mikah: Because I don't think I look anything like Kris Halc. If you wanted to know why Kris chose to be a hero, then you should go find him and ask him. I do not know why Kris does half of the stuff that he does. That would be a question that you'd need to ask him. And bravo, genius, you wasted one of your questions on him.

She mock claps at the interviewer.

Pussy Willow: How did you feel after your top came off?

She rolls her eyes.

Mikah: It didn't come off, Pusscakes. It got pulled down when the palm tree fell down because some idiots don't know how to assemble shit. And I felt fine because nothing actually happened; nobody got to see anything.

Mikah places her hands on her hips.

Mikah: Two left, make them good, Pusscakes.

She snaps her fingers in PussyWillow's face.

Pussy Willow: Tonight you are stepping in the ring with Mercedes Vargas, a woman who you've had nothing nice to say about in the recent weeks. How do you think things are going to go?

Mikah laughs before looking her over.

Mikah: First of all, I don't give a shit about Mercedes Vargas. And secondly, I don't know how things are going to go. And personally I don't care if I lose as long as I manage to smash her face into the canvas and break her horse-like nose. She's a vapid bitch and she doesn't deserve half the praise that she gets around here.

Mikah scowls before moving her arms so they're crossed over her chest.

Mikah: And if you disagree with me, Pusscakes you can go fuck yourself. The only reason Vapid Vargas gets any praise around here, is because she's been here for forever. But look at her recent work, Pusscakes. You can't tell me that she's the same as she was a few years ago because she's not. She can't hold onto a championship for shit but then has the audacity to try to rain on my parade, so to speak. Bitch, I held the Bombshell Championship for NINE fucking months and she couldn't even hold onto it for a month so she needs to shut her trampy mouth before I shut it for it.

Mikah makes a hmph noise before looking at PussyWillow.

Pussy Willow: Right...I'm not sure if you saw, but last week Polly Playt-

Mikah: Pathetic Polly, you mean.

PussyWillow looks uncomfortable but eventually nods her head.

Pussy Willow: Yes, she went into Hot Stuff Mark Ward's office and she wanted to set up a mini tournament for herself, having to have five wins with the last one being against you in a Hell in a Cell match. How do you feel about that?

Mikah: How do I feel about that?

Mikah raises an eyebrow and Pussy Willow nods her head. Mikah bursts out laughing and is almost doubled over from the laughter.

Mikah: I find it hilarious. She is so pathetic; she's almost worse than Vapid Vargas! I beat her twice already and she can't seem to let it go. I am better than her and I'm better than her pathetic Bombshell Championship reign as well. Man, I can't believe the stupid questions you are asking me. Polly is pathetic and I don't need to face her again to prove I'm superior.

Mikah flicks her hair over her shoulder with the back of her hand.

Mikah: Great questions, Pusscakes. I've got shit to do, later.

She doesn't give PussyWillow a chance to say anything else as she walks away, a small strut to her step.

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Ms. Rocky is seen standing backstage, smiling into the camera with a microphone in her hand.

Ms. Rocky: Hello ladies and gentleman. At this time I am being joined by the man who will face Jeremiah Hardin for the final time tonight. A man embracing change as he has gone back to his birth identity. Please welcome the man formerly known as Rage...Jake Sullivan. And, of course, his wife Kittie.

The camera pans back to see Jake and Kittie standing there, hand in hand. Ms. Rocky turns and looks up to Jake, still not used to this new attitude change of his.

Ms. Rocky: Hello, Jake. Kittie.

Jake: Rocky...

Kittie just nods, not say anything. Jake stands there, calm as can be as Ms. Rocky brings the microphone back to her own lips to speak.

Ms. Rocky: Jake, tonight you face a man you're quite familiar in facing lately. You've faced him a number of times in recent months, in title matches as well as non-title match ups. This is being touted as the final time the two of you will face off, at least perhaps for the time being. Tell us, how are you feeling going into this match?

Jake grins, bringing his hand up to his goatee and toying with it for a few seconds as he thinks over his answer. He looks back down to Ms. Rocky a few minutes later to respond.

Jake: Ya know, I said before that I never know what to expect from Jeremiah Hardin. The guy is unpredictable as ever. You can underestimate him and he'll walk into a match and put on a hell of a fight and beat you. Or you can overestimate him and he'll walk into the match like he doesn't care. Somehow, I think this one will be the ladder, because I'm not expecting him to do much of anything in this match.

Ms. Rocky: And why do you say that?

Jake laughs.

Jake: All you have to do is watch his promo from this week to find out your answer. He doesn't care, and as I suspected, he seems to be under the impression that I'm the same guy I was the last few times we faced. That I'm still Rage. That I'll always be Rage. Look at me, Rocky. Do I look like Rage to you?

Ms. Rocky looks at him for several moments, blinking a few times.

Ms. Rocky: Well...you look the same, yes. But, your attitude has definitely changed.

Jake smiles and laughs again.

Jake: Yeah, it's still taking some getting used to for me, too. But, people can make the mistake in thinking that I'm still Rage. Or that Rage will come storming back out at anytime, but I'm telling you all right now...it ain't gonna happen. Rage is gone for good. Jake Sullivan is here to stay.

Ms. Rocky: So why the change? What brought on this need to go back to being Jake Sullivan? You made it pretty clear in the past that you had no desire to ever go by that name.

Rage turns and looks at Kittie for a quick moment before he turns back to Ms. Rocky. He doesn't even need any time to think his answer through.

Jake: Honestly? My kid...She was the final piece of the puzzle anyway. Even before she came into the picture I could feel Rage fading away more and more everyday until he was just...gone. And I can't allow him to ever come back.

Ms. Rocky: So now that you're known simply as Jake Sullivan...what are your intentions for SCW? What plans do you have for your future here?

Jake takes a moment and thinks his answer over carefully.

Jake: Honestly, you'll just have to wait and see. With as much as I accomplished and did as Rage, I plan to do even more as Jake...as who I really am. And Jeremiah Hardin...he's just the first hurdle to finally distancing myself from Rage and people just seeing me for me...as Jake. That's all I want to be seen as from now on.

Ms. Rocky: Well, I wish you the best of luck tonight and in the near future.

Jake just nods and doesn't say anything else as he and Kittie turn and walk away. Ms. Rocky stands back, blinking for a few minutes, still trying to process this new identity that Rage...Jake...has become.

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Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and introducing first... from Las Vegas, Nevada... Jake Sullivan!

Jake who is already in the ring, nods and raises a single arm up.

Justin: and his opponent...

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

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

Jeremiah roars when the Yeoooowwww! comes and he slides in the ring and then gets on the turnbuckle and roars and the crowd roars with him.

Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Richmond Va being accompanied to the ring by his uncle Dark Tiger, standing six feet five inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and forty five pounds. He is the Man of War from the 804. He is the Big Cat from the VA Cap. Big Tiger Jeremiah Hardin!!!!!!

DING DING DING!

Sullivan and Hardin stand face to face inside the ring, where they exchange a few words between each other before beginning to punch each other with each shot getting harder and harder and both men stumbling a little at each of the shots. Eventually Sullivan gets the upper hand and delivers three big punches before grabbing Hardin's head and headbutting him, as he then pushes him into the ropes and whips him into the ropes on the opposite side but Hardin grabs the ropes stopping himself dead. Hardin then moves forward and kicks the chest of Sullivan. Sullivan, however, shakes his head, as Hardin turns back around and runs at Sullivan but Sullivan shoulder blocks him down to the mat.

Adams: Action right from the start here, as Rage... uh sorry... as Jake Sullivan and Hardin begin to trade shots back and forth.

Simone: With the looks of Sullivan gets the early upper hand.

Hardin quickly rushes back to his feet but only to be met with a clothesline from Sullivan, which sends Hardin back down to the mat. Hardin slowly climbs back to his feet and moves to the corner, which Sullivan moves in for only Hardin to hit him with a high elbow, which sends Sullivan reeling backwards, however, as Hardin comes out from the corner, Sullivan surprises Hardin with a discus clothesline sending Hardin this time down to the mat.

Simone: Hardin is in trouble here.

Hardin lays on the mat for a moment before slowly making his way to his feet, where Sullivan waits for him and then approaches him and grabs him around his neck before picking him up and driving him face first into a turnbuckle, which sends Hardin back down the mat again. Sullivan then approaches Hardin once more and pulls him up and takes him over to the ropes where he begins to choke Hardin, as the ref quickly moves in and begins their count and reaches three before Sullivan lets go and backs away and turns and hits the ropes before running in and hitting a splash to the back of Hardin, with Sullivan ending up on the outside of the ring.

Adams: Sullivan with his new-found self hasn't changed his style and is in charge of this match.

Simone: Hardin needs to begin to fight back.

Sullivan smirks as he turns to look at Hardin who lays on the mat, before grabbing him and dragging him a little bit towards the ropes and bring down a big forearm down across Hardin's chest, as Sullivan then climbs the apron as Hardin holds his chest. Sullivan stands on the apron before moving in and hitting a leg drop across the throat and chest of Hardin, and again Hardin holds his chest as he gasps for air, while Sullivan lands on the outside.

Simone: That forearm shot across the chest and that leg drop must feel like...

Adams: a big forearm and leg drop.

Simone: Smartass... I was going to say it must feel like a ton of brick coming down on him.

Hardin falls out of the ring, as Sullivan approaches Hardin once more and grabs him and drags him towards the guard barrier and rams his face into the barrier, before picking Hardin up again and placing him a light headlock, where he delivers a fist to the forehead of Hardin. Hardin stumbles and lands sitting down on the ring steps and Sullivan goes to follow up with a big boot, but Hardin moves at the last second and Sullivan misses and flies over the steps.

Adams: Somehow Hardin manages to duck the big boot and Sullivan sails over the steps.

Simone: Hardin might just get back into this.

Hardin crawls away from Sullivan as he tries to recover as quickly as possible, while Sullivan pushes himself up to a sitting position and punches the mat. The ref begins their count from inside the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

Sullivan meanwhile climbs to his knees and grabs the apron and slowly pulls himself up, Hardin also uses the apron to get to his feet.

Simone: While we have this lull in proceeding, it gives Hardin a chance to recover.

THREE!

FOUR!

Sullivan get to his feet and move around the ring to where Hardin is, and just as Hardin get his feet, Sullivan grabs Hardin by the hair, but Hardin kicks out backwards catching Sullivan's shin as Hardin then swings hit elbows back catch Sullivan around the head.

Adams: Clearly Sullivan wasn't expecting Hardin to fight back straight away and kicks his shins and rattling his head with some elbows.

FIVE!

SIX!

Sullivan releases his grip on Hardin's hair, as Hardin slides into the ring breaking the ref's count. Hardin backs away in the ring and gives himself a moment to recover and allow Sullivan back into the ring. Sullivan shakes off the kick to the shin and the elbows as much as he can and approaches the apron climbs up and as he goes to climb over the ropes to enter the ring, Hardin rushes in and shoulder tackles Sullivan into the ropes and some of the turnbuckle.

Simone: Looks like it's Hardin's turn to get some shot on Sullivan this time, and he surprises Sullivan with a shoulder tackle, which luckily for Sullivan stays inside the ring.

Sullivan crumbles to the mat, as Hardin moves back in and stomps on Sullivan a few times before dragging his away from the ropes and the proceed to tie him up for a cloverleaf but then turns it into a modified Suplex (Tiger Cross Suplex). Hardin drops down and goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Thr... Kickout...

Adams: Hardin is really getting into this match and comes close to winning this match with a Tiger Cross Suplex.

Hardin shakes his head and tries for another pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout...

Again Sullivan gets his shoulder up, as Hardin again shakes his head and lets out a heavy breath, as he quickly as he can, he makes his way to his feet and grabs Sullivan and pulls him to his feet, where he places him into the corner, where he hits several big hay makers, as well as forearm smashes. He then boots Sullivan in the gut before grabbing his trunk and hitting a snap suplex.

Simone: Sullivan kicks out again, but it doesn't deter Hardin, who hits Sullivan with a series of Hay Makers and forearm smashes before following it up with a snap suplex.

Sullivan arches his back in pain, as Hardin climbs back to his feet and goes back to Sullivan, where he picks him up and drags him to the ropes, where he lifts him up onto the top turnbuckle, but before he can do anything, Sullivan pushes Hardin away with his feet. Hardin stumbles away but comes back at Sullivan again, but again Sullivan kicks Hardin away and as Hardin stumbles back, Sullivan slides off the turnbuckle and as Hardin comes back him, Sullivan hits an uppercut and before Hardin can do anything else, Sullivan follows it up with a DDT.

Adams: Hardin looked to have this shown up, but somehow Sullivan is fighting back and slows Hardin down with an uppercut and then a DDT.

Sullivan takes several moments before climbing to his feet, where he grabs a dazed Hardin and picks him up and then hoists him up onto his shoulders and hits the Anger Issues. Once Hardin is back on the mat, Sullivan drops down and proceeds to tie up Hardin in the Locked in Hell (Kimura Lock).

Simone: The tide has turned and Sullivan is back in this and is ready to end this match.

Hardin tries to fight out of the move, but he can't escape and Hardin has no option but to tap out.

Adams: Sullivan has done it, he has beaten Hardin.

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of this match by submission... Jake Sullivan.

Jake's music hits over the p.a, as he releases the hold and proceeds to make it to his feet, where he celebrate his win.

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SCW ROULETTE CHAMPIONSHIP
KRIS HALC ? vs TRAVIS NATHANIEL ANDREWS vs RYAN KEYS

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The cameras cut to the backstage area again where Kris is supervising the construction of the set for his show with Mikah. The backdrop of the huge banner previously released on Twitter is already on display on a giant screen as wide as the entire desk that sits in front of it. The Roulette Champion turns to a man behind a computer operating the screen, and offers a harsh critique of his work.

Kris: Hey, the banner is all well and good but you think we could get the name of the show thrown up there? Or do you have something against doing things the way that you're told?

He opens his mouth to respond, but Kris holds up his hand, stopping him like he is some kind of crossing guard.

Kris: If you tell me that you got conflicting emails about the name one more time I swear I will stab you in the neck with a fork. It's alphabetical order.

With that, the man closes his mouth and looks down at his screen. A few seconds later, the screen changes to display "The Kris and Mikah Show" above the picture of the banner.

Kris: Perfect.

Mikah walks up from behind and raises an eyebrow as she sees the name of the show the way Kris had wanted it and she frowns before walking over to the man.

Mikah: The name is wrong. It's The Mikah and Kris Show, ladies first.

She shoots Kris a look as if she was shooting daggers at him as the poor man seems flustered and hesitates to change it.

Mikah: Don't listen to Kris, he's delirious. Had too much sun last week.

She moves her index finger around in a circle by her temple, indicating that she meant he was crazy. The man still seemed unsure and looked back to Kris.

Mikah: Just change it!

She glares at the man and he does so again the screen changing once more and this time to, 'The Mikah and Kris Show.' She smiles before walking over to Kris.

Mikah: I think that looks much better, don't you?

Kris shakes his head. The argument had been ongoing for a week at this point.

Kris: You can't go from not even wanting to do it, to making all kinds of changes to it. My idea. My name. Alphabetical order is grammatically correct. It doesn't sound right the other way.

He turns from her, and back to the man at the computer.

Kris: Change it back or I find a fork.

Without a moment's hesitation, the name on the top of the graphic changes back. Kris wrinkles his nose at Mikah, tilting his head back and forth while he does to taunt her.

Kris: You owe me anyways....

He brings up his hands and points at her chest.

Kris: There aren't millions to dudes around the world spilling baby gravy to still frames of your top falling off because I stepped in.

She narrows her eyes at him before glaring at the man once more.

Mikah: Change it back again. Or I'll have you fired.

She didn't care that the man was becoming frazzled with the two of them shouting orders at him. Mikah turns her attention back to Kris.

Mikah: I do not owe you anymore. I agreed to DO the show, didn't I? That is how you got me to agree, remember? You can't tell me I owe you twice, Kris. That's not how it works!

She stomps her wrestling-boot clad foot against the floor.

Mikah: Plus, it should be ladies first!

She shoots another look at the man, who was hesitant to change the logo back to the way Mikah wanted. She points at the logo.

Mikah: Change it back if you enjoy being employed!

He grumbles something under his breath and changes it once more to 'The Mikah and Kris Show.'

Mikah: Looks much better.

Kris walks away from her, stepping up onto the platform that the desk sits on and reaching over it into the chair on the left side. He grabs something out of the box and turns around to hold it up. It is a shirt, with multiple shots of the pictures from the banner surrounded by the words, "The Kris & Mikah Show'.

Kris: I already made shirts. I win.

He glares over at the man who gives up arguing and simply changes it back without having to be yelled at. Kris nods in approval, tossing the shirt at Mikah's face. She manages to catch it out of the air before it hits her.

Kris: That one is yours.

He reaches down to the hem of his shirt, pulling off the Black Sheep one that they released weeks ago in order to show that he was already wearing an identical version of the one he threw to her. She looks at the shirt before tossing it aside and walking over to where the camera can't see her before coming back with two shirts in her hand. She wads one up in a ball and tosses it at Kris, hitting him in the chest/neck area.

Mikah: Funny, so did I.

It was identical to his except it said 'The Mikah & Kris Show' on it instead. She pulls her modified Black Sheep shirt off, revealing her red ring attire bra like top and pulls her shirt on.

Mikah: Trust me, mine will sell more.

She flashes him a grin before looking over at the man, who was watching the two with an uneasy look on his face.

Mikah: And no, you don't win!

She scowls at him before pointing at the screen.

Mikah: It says The Mikah and Kris Show. I win.

Kris grinds his teeth, stopping himself from saying what he really wants to out of frustration before turning away from her and to the man at the computer.

Kris: You can go.

The man takes a step away from the computer, before Kris, clearing his throat loudly stops him in his tracks. Without a word, Kris looks between him and the screen threateningly. The man clicks a button on the keyboard and it switches back to the original name before he takes off at a quick walk, getting as far away from the two as humanly possible. When he is gone, Kris turns back to Mikah, now calmed down. The smile has returned to his face.

Kris: You know, people tend to argue a whole lot less when they are having a lot more sex to kill all of the tension in the air.

He winks at her, and a smile widens across his face. It is a look that everyone on Twitter saw on a daily basis. She rolls her eyes at him and crosses her arms over her chest.

Mikah: That's funny because Drake and I have sex all the time. Is yours and Heather's sex life not up to par?

She smiles at him, an overly fake look on her face before she walks over to the keyboard and looks at the many buttons.

Mikah: Because she sure does seem to be keen on getting you to sleep with me.

Kris walks over to the opposite side of the stand that the computer sits on. He glances at the back of the tower where everything is plugged in as he approaches it, but tries not to make his intentions obvious.

Kris: If you knew how awesome my sex life is, you would file for divorce....

The confidence in his voice drives the truth of his words. Her mouth falls open at the accusation, which is exactly the reaction that Kris wanted. His hand, hidden to her eyes because of the computer monitor comes up to the back of the tower and pulls the keyboard cord from it.

Kris: Trust me.

She narrows her eyes at him before crossing her arms over her chest before looking around for something.

Mikah: If only you knew how awesome MY sex life is, you'd be begging to watch.

She winks at him before pressing a button on the keyboard but frowns when nothing happens. She scowls at him before pressing the button three more times but nothing happens still. She moves around to where he's standing and looks at the back of the monitor.

Mikah: But I'm sure you'd want to watch either way, wouldn't you?

She smirks at him a bit arrogantly before adjusting her shirt a bit. He shakes his head, not giving her any leverage.

Kris: I'm not much of a watcher....

He moves around her, leaning in close to her ear when he does.

Kris: You know that feeling you got when you were having sex with Drake instead of that guy you were married to? Remember how awesome sex was the first time?

He does not wait for a response, moving around the other side of the computer to the unplugged keyboard.

Kris: Sorry to tell you, but you went from one amateur to a slightly better amateur. You haven't played in the pros yet.

Quickly, he takes the keyboard into both hand, spins, and smashes it against the wall behind him before she can figure out how to get it plugged back in. She looks at him surprised, but he forces a wide smile onto his face.

Kris: Oops.. Guess it has to stay the same now. The keyboard seems to be broken.

She gives him a look, raising her eyebrows at him.

Mikah: Don't worry, I know how to fix things.

She winks at him before looking around the set and walking over to sit on the right side of the table.

Mikah: I don't think you should worry about how awesome the sex is with Drake because I haven't gone anywhere else for it. Nor have I been asking anybody else for it.

She crosses one leg over the other underneath the table.

Mikah: But let's talk about you...are you ready for your match against Acquin? Or are you quivering in fear in your boots?

She smirks at him. The jab seems to remind Kris that he has a match later in the night, almost like it had slipped his mind entirely.

Kris: Oh yeah.. Speaking of. I have someone else to go shamelessly flirt with. You can find something else to entertain you, right?

Kris shrugs, walking over to their desk and reaching over into his chair for a second time, grabbing the Roulette Championship off of it. He pulls back to throw it over his shoulder, but stops, looking over at his soon-to-be co-host.

Kris: You know... a champion should really be carrying around their title all the time. Otherwise what is the point of having it? People might think you are lazy.

He turns, but snaps his fingers, shaking his head before turning back to her with a frown.

Kris: Sorry. That was uncalled for. I shouldn't be telling you what to do. That's Drake's job, not mine.

He turns away from her, taking a few steps towards the hallway to find whoever it was he needed to talk to before his match. She rolls her eyes at him before leaning back in her chair.

Mikah: It's not like you could tell anybody what to do, right?

She smiles innocently at his back as he turns away from her.

Mikah: Have fun searching for whoever it is you're looking for. I'm sure they're not as interesting as me but they can try.

He spins, still backpedaling away from her.

Kris: You'd be wrong.

She shrugs.

Mikah: Doubt it.

She winks again in his direction, before he disappears down the hallway. She grabs a few pieces of paper and a black sharpie, writing something on the two pieces of paper before walking over to where the computer was to find some tape. She grabs the tape and marches over to the screen and tapes the papers over the names so the screen now reads 'The Mikah and Kris show.

Mikah: I win.

She admires her work as the camera cuts to somewhere else in the arena.

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Backstage we find Mercedes Vargas just outside the Mean Girls lockerroom already suited up in her ring gear for her match tonight with Mikah. To say the least, the Argentine Mean Girl has a determined look on her face which softens and is replaced with a small smile as she looks up the camera.

Mercedes Vargas: You know, Mikah, I didn't think you had it in you, but to call me a bitch has to be the lowest of the low. Even now, I still can't over the fact you would say something like that.

The stinging rebuke causes Mercedes to put her hand on her chest in mock surprise.

Mercedes Vargas: I'm shocked. Shocked!

Mercedes reconsiders her words then shrugs her shoulders.

Mercedes Vargas: Well, not that shocked. Still, being called a bitch is something I really don't have a problem with, I don't. I'm not mad at you, and why should I be?

Mercedes gives a screeching fake laugh and a dismissive wave of her hand at the camera.

Mercedes Vargas: See, because I have a five letter word for you too. F-R-A-U-D. Fraud. Can you say that with me, fraud?

Mercedes enunciates the word while nodding her head.

Mercedes Vargas: You can cut down my Bombshell Championship reign all you want, but at least I didn't end up on my back and got beat for the title by Samantha Marlowe. No one has to question my overall title reigns and there isn't an asterisk next to my name. Can you say the same? No, I don't think you can. See, unlike you, I don't have to lower myself to use brass knuckles to win a championship. You still have to own up to the fact that no matter how much you talk yourself up as this greatest Bombshell of all time, people can see right through your bullshit. Nobody wants to speak up, that's fine. Discretion is the better part of valor, and some rather want to avoid causing a scene. I'm not like them.

Mercedes mouths the word "no" while shaking her head.

Mercedes Vargas: I didn't come here to put a smile on your face or for your entertainment, sorry if I gave you that impression. I'm here to win championships. That's what I do and have done throughout my career. I've done that here in SCW. And soon and very soon I will be champion again, but it won't be on your time. I know deep in that black heart of yours that you hate me with a passion. The disdain for me is so clearly obvious. But if your intentions tonight are to shut me up?

A rueful smile follows.

Mercedes Vargas: Sigue so?ando.

Mercedes shakes her head in mock disappointment.

Mercedes Vargas: Win, lose or draw tonight, pumpkin, this "washed up has-been" as you call it is still going to be on the active roster. When you wake up tomorrow morning and check the Bombshell roster on the SCW website, you will find my name there without fail. And at Summer XXXtreme, you best believe that I will be on the card for the fourth year in a row.

Mercedes adjusts one of the fingerloop gloves over her arm before returning her gaze at the camera for the final time.

Mercedes Vargas: Your words don't faze me, Mikah. It never did, and it never will. And you can go ahead and pass this message along to the rest of the Black Sheep.

And with that, Mercedes shoves the cameraman out of her way and slowly paces down the hallway. The camera pans back around to Mercedes as she turns a corner and is out of sight.

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Cameras go backstage to see an apperence from Lord Raab who's standing outside his locker room as he was all alone as he begins to speak on camera.

Lord Raab: "So yes I decided to come out tonight because J2H says we are lazy champions who come out and wrestle, but isn't that the whole point of this fucking sport to go out there and wrestle? Because appearing like this is honestly a waste of time, but here I am, wasting so many minutes being out here for no reason other than to address J2H with a challenge of my own."

He shakes his head as he really dislikes camera time when he's not wrestling in the ring and he continues where he left off.

Lord Raab: "My brother told me you said how unoriginal I am with my ideas. Do you know what's unoriginal? Having title matches in regular matches. They bore me to death. You know when I said death? How about at the Supershow, me and you face each other in a deathmatch for both titles. You up for the challenge bitch boy or you're just a coward?

Raab smirks with a little chuckle before speaking once again.

Lord Raab: "I await for your answer because come the Supershow, you're reign as the SCW World Champion will be short and sweet when I destroy you so bad that you have no chance of becoming both the SCW World Champion and the Internet champion when you'll be too fucked up to walk on the face of SCW company ever again."

Raab walks back to the locker room when and if his answer gets answered or not on his challenge he's putting out to J2H as the cameras return to ringside for the next match to take place on the show.

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Simone: Coming up next, we have non-title action as Mercedes Vargas of the Mean Girls takes on Bombshell Internet Champion Mikah in a match that could have huge implications for Summer XXXTreme.

Adams: Mercedes feels that she has the right to a championship match against Mikah since she beat Kate Steele at Into the Void despite that match not being a Number 1 Contender's Match and the Mean Girls' recent troubles with the Metal and Punk Connection and Devona you know Mercedes will have other things on her mind.

Simone: Mikah on the other hand will have one thing on her mind and that's heading into her second defense at Summer XXXTreme with a win, let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following non-title match is scheduled for one fall!

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, she represents the Mean Girls and is the Argentine Assassin, 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 waiting for her opponent to arrive.

Simone: The other Mean Girls are absent at ringside even though Mercedes is the only Mean Girl in action tonight!

The arena fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before 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.

Justin: And her opponent! From New York City, she is the reigning Bombshell Internet Champion Mikah!

She then moves to the middle of the ropes and steps on the bottom one before leaning suggestively over the top rope as if to give the crowd a glimpse of her chest but then pulls back and steps down. She moves to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle.

Simone: This should be a great match between two of the most hated women in SCW.

Adams: Hottest too!

Mercedes doesn't even give Drew a chance to call for the two women to come to the center of the ring as she jumps Mikah as she is busy undoing the belt from across her waist prompting Drew to call for the bell as Mercedes stomps away at Mikah.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And the match is underway already!

Adams: You heard Mercedes before Mikah made her entrance, she wants to send a message tonight!

Mercedes kicks the belt out of the ring as it had fall out of Mikah's grasp when she was cheap shotted and it is quickly retrieved by a stage hand presumably to avoid a repeat of what happened the last time a champion competed in a non-title match, once that is done Mercedes turns around and drags Mikah to the center of the ring before picking her up by her long hair and, whilst ignoring Drew's warnings about the hair pulling, delivers a Curb Stomp before going for a cover

ONE!

TWO!

And Mikah kicks out!

Simone: We are seeing an aggressive side of Mercedes that we have rarely seen, I think it's safe to say that the incident with Devona and the Metal and Punk Connection has really gotten under her skin!

Adams: And that's probably not the first time Mikah's hair has been pulled from behind like that......

Simone: KEEP IT CLEAN JASON!

Mercedes shoots Drew a dirty look but the ref maintains that his count was fair prompting her to continue the match, Mercedes then picks up Mikah and shoots her off the ropes, however when she goes for a discuss clothesline on the rebound Mikah ducks under it and on the rebound nails Mercedes with a running lariat! Mikah then goes for a pin of her own

ONE!

TWO!

And Mercedes kicks out! Strangely enough the crowd are starting to get behind Mikah but she ignores them instead picking up Mercedes only to get eye raked.

Simone: Never thought I'd see the day where the fans were getting behind Mikah and before you make another comment like that Jason I meant as in fan support, not the other thing!

Adams: But I had a dirty joke ready and everything! Besides, she's up against a Mean Girl! Mikah could've killed a newborn kitten in her promo and people would still cheer for her over a Mean Girl!

Whilst again ignoring Drew's warnings about the blatant cheating Mercedes backs Mikah up to the corner where she delivers some forearm shots to her head before she turns Mikah around, hops on the middle rope and hits her with a Tornado DDT! Mercedes then floats over into a cover

ONE!

TWO!

And Mikah kicks out! And if the situation with the Metal and Punk Connection and Devona didn't have Mercedes riled before she's certainly riled now as she mounts Mikah and delivers several punches to her face whilst ignoring the warnings from Drew.

Simone: It's not like Mercedes to get angry like this.

Adams: Yeah and we all know who Mikah can thank for Mercedes's current mood.

Mercedes only stops pummeling Mikah when Drew threatens her with disqualification but it's clear that she isn't happy about Drew's interference, Mercedes then decides to try the same move again as she drags Mikah over to the corner she hit the Tornado DDT from and, after choking her for a few seconds with her boot, goes for the move again, however this time Mikah grabs onto the top rope having scouted the move and causes Mercedes to crash and burn and when Mercedes scrambles to her feet she tries to counter Mikah's charge with another attempt at a Discuss Clothesline only for Mikah to duck under it and hit a Tiger Suplex which Mikah bridges for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Three.......NO! Mercedes gets the shoulder up barely in time!

Simone: I can't believe that wasn't a three count!

Adams: Neither can Mikah for that matter!

Mikah shakes her head before picking up Mercedes looking for a Dragon Suplex for Mercedes to fight her way out of it and ultimately counter the attempt with a European Uppercut that sends her stumbling back, when Mikah tries to fight back Mercedes retaliates with a Superkick that nearly takes Mikah's head off! Mercedes goes for a lazy cover thinking that she has the match in the bag

ONE!

TWO!

THREE.......NO! This time it's Mikah that barely kicks out in time!

Simone: That's two moves now that have nearly ended the match!

Adams: And judging from the look on her face that's two moves to many! Mercedes is calling for the Black Rose Overdrive and if she hits this then you can only imagine Mikah's mindset going into her next title defense!

Mercedes waits for Mikah to get to her feet before getting her in position for the Black Rose Overdrive.........when "Wolves of War" by Burn Halo starts to play!

Simone: That's the Metal and Punk Connection's music!

Adams: But where are they?

The song plays through but there's no sign of the two-time Tag Team Champions, at the same time however this is enough for Mercedes to drop Mikah and yell obscenities in both English and her native language at the ramp, the song ends with no appearance from the Metal and Punk Connection and Mercedes growls before turning around.........

Simone: MIKAHANGELO! Whether that was a mistake by the production crew or a deliberate distraction by the Metal and Punk Connection is irrelevant because they, in a way, just cost Mercedes the match!

Adams: And if you thought Mercedes was mad last week, well, let's just say that I'm glad that my job doesn't require me to go to the backstage area right now!

Mikah rolls Mercedes over into a cover

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!!

Justin: Here is your winner, the Bombshell Internet Champion Mikah!

Simone: But despite the controversial circumstances of the victory, Mikah pulls off an impressive win here tonight!

Adams: Jessie had better keep an eye out for retribution from the Mean Girls when she meets Chelsea Payne in tonight's Main Event!

Mikah celebrates with her title whilst Drew checks on Mercedes.

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SCW BOMBSHELL INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP - HELL IN A CELL
Mikah ? vs Polly Playtime

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We see Eyesnsane and John Dough standing with Pussy Willow for a backstage interview. Willow is waiting for her cue to start the interview and after a few moments she gets the sign and nods before starting off with the interview.

Pussy Willow: We have the Members of the Elders gathered here as the former SCW tag team champions who aren't booked for this show. Trying to get an answer of what their future plans are, John??

She turns her attention to John Dough as he is about to give an answer when suddenly two hooded men emerge from out of nowhere and assault the Members of the Elders. One big man and a smaller man surprise the former champions as they bash Eyesnsane face first into a concrete wall. Causing him to slither down to the ground before turning their attention to John Dough, who is trying to fight both men off with some stiff fists and is successful for a few moments before the two men grab him by the throat and deliver a double chokeslam to the concrete floor.

Unknown man: NOW STAY DOWN!!!

The two turn their attention to Willow, who is in shock for what just happened as the big man grabs her microphone and puts it to his mouth.

Unknown man: To answer your question about where the Members of the Elders are going Willow?? You just saw it right here..., they are going NOWHERE!!!

With that the big man throws the microphone down as they walk off, leaving Willow bewildered.

Adams: Who were they Belinda??

Simone: I don't know, but for some reason they look familiar... I just can't put my finger on it

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The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Steve pacing back and forth in the cafeteria whilst his wife/porn star Kaylee watches on with a drink in her hand and Cyrus and Andreas eat what is presumably their dinner for that evening.

Simone: Steve's luck as of late has not been great!

Adams: You could say that again.

After a few minutes Steve stops to address the camera.

Steve: I swear to god, SCW is full of thieves! Week, after week I've had my wins stolen from me and to be frank I'm up to here with this bullshit!

Steve says before holding his hand above his head to illustrate his point.

Steve: But I'm not going to be deterred, no way! I'm on the hunt for the Internet and World Championships and no number of thieves is going to stop me from becoming a grand slam champion before I retire! J2H, Lord Raab, watch your backs because I'm coming after your titles!

As Steve says this the scene fades.

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Inside the arena the fans were sitting on the edge of their seats waiting in anticipation for the next bit of action to take place. With that being said Bullet For My Valentine "Your Betrayal" began to hit the arena's speakers. The guitar riff kicking it all off and it was something the thousands in attendance were able to recognize from the start. Didn't take long at all for those fans to begin to change their tune. They went from being excited for action to completely and utterly loathing the show. All because of who was about to make their to the ring.

Only a few seconds had passed since the song began to play. That's when the curtain could be seen being slowly pulled back. Stepping out a moment later happened to be none other than the man known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling himself, Calvin Harris. Seeing the man caused the crowd to uproar again, but this time with louder boos and jeers. All of them hoping that this was going to be enough to get him to go away. However they should've known better than that. Standing center of the stage, Calvin looked around the ring with this smug smirk on his lips. The type of smug smirk that would make people want to knock it right off his expression.

That being said Calvin found himself stretching his arms out to either side of him. Almost like he was encouraging the crowd to give him more hate. For this was something that actually motivated him and something that actually drove him. Like puppets the fans gave in booing even louder and vocally expressing their hatred for him anyway that they could. After a few moments he lowered his arms back down at his side and began to slowly make his way down the ramp.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen. Introducing at this time all the way from Chicago, Illinois. Weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds. He is known as the Martyr of Pro Wrestling. . . CALVIN HARRIS!

Hearing that announcement put the crowd on edge. It was like they were hearing nails running down a chalkboard. Not a pleasant situation at all. Again they were vocal getting louder with their boos. At this point they were so loud it was hard for people to even hear themselves think. Let alone begin to form an actual thought that made any sense. By this time that he had been introduced to the crowd. Calvin was halfway down the ramp, seemingly taking his time. That smirk of his remained on his expression as he let out a couple of chuckles at those fans he deemed pathetic. Though, he had finally made it to the end of the ramp.

Calvin took a couple of steps towards the ring and reached up with his right hand grabbing the middle rope. He proceeded to pull himself up onto the apron and onto his knees. He pushed himself right up to his feet and in a pretty swift motion. He lifted one leg over the middle rope, ducked down under the top, and found himself right in the ring. That's when Calvin took it upon himself to take the nearest turnbuckle. He climbed it right up to the second rung and looked out at the booing crowd. Not a single one of them were backing down from how they felt about him. Something that was just making him happier and happier with each boo he heard.

All of the sudden he brought his hands up and out to each side of him while tilting his head back a bit. It was almost like he was in a position where he was forcing the crowd to "bask" in all his glory or as if he was wanting them to "praise" him. Something that wasn't going to happen. Not even on his best day. That taunt remained for only a couple of seconds. At least until the theme song found itself fading out. At that point Calvin turned himself around leaping down from the turnbuckle and found himself bouncing around on his two feet waiting for the next bit of action to take place.

Simone: Calvin Harris has been on a tear as of late, ever since his return to Sin City Wrestling and has yet to be defeated.

Adams: Yeah but tonight he's going up against Dmitri! This match will be Harris's toughest to date!

Simone: And it won't be no cake walk for Dmitri, either.

Adams: Mmm! Cake!

Justin: His opponent is from Moscow, weighing two hundred and seventy-five pounds -- Dmitri!

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 blood 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 getting in the face of his opponent as his music dies out.

Adams: Oo! Talk about a battle of wills! This one is between two Alpha Males!

Simone: And take note; much as I dislike the man, Calvin Harris did not back down a single step from Dmitri.

Holly Wood tried to separate the two bulls, but is almost pushed back as they stand nose to nose. Calvin smirks and takes a step back, and Dmitri -- ever stone faced -- turns to head for his corner and Calvin jumps him from behind!

Simone: Never turn your back on Calvin Harris!

Dmitri collapses to one knee as Calvin hammers him with overhand shots and lays in the boots, and Holly calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Calvin is all over Dmitri as the member of the Unholy Alliance struggles to recover. Calvin does not let up, throwing lefts and rights down into him before he drags him up and forces him back into the near corner. Calvin begins a fresh assault, throwing lefts and rights and then follows it up by burying his shoulder deep into Dmitri's midsection over and over!

Simone: Calvin Harris is being absolutely ruthless right from the start!

Adams: Oh he acts cocky but he knows how dangerous Dmitri is inside of the ring!

Holly tries to get involved and break it up, but finally Calvin stops his assault and stomps toward the official, menacing her as she hastily backs away!

Simone: Careful now, Harris! You're already in hot water for assaulting that fan!

Adams: Yeah, don't add an attack on a referee to it!

Calvin turns from the referee and goes back to Dmitri, doubling the larger man over with a boot to the midsection. Calvin then grabs his arm and goes to bring him from the corner with an Irish whip, but Dmitri powers out and reverses it -- flinging Harris back into the corner so hard that he goes flying over the corner and tumbles to the ringside floor!

Adams: Bloody hell!

Simone: Calvin gave Dmitri time to recover and he is going to regret that!

Dmitri brushes past the adamant Holly and steps OVER the ropes and drops to the floor! Dmitri grabs Calvin and drags him to his feet and slams his head into the ringside apron. Holly is ordering them back into the ring, but as they are not listening, she has no choice but to begin her count...

ONE!
TWO!

Dmitri then takes Harris into a front face lock and pulls him back up the aisle but Calvin starts fighting back, throwing right fists into Dmitri's body in an attempt to break free.

Adams: Even after that fall, Calvin is still a fighter!

THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!

Dmitri lets him go long enough to drive a knee up into his ribcage, knocking the air from him. Dmitri then scoops him up onto his shoulder but Calvin slides down his back, then shoves him from behind! Dmitri is sent chest first into the barricade! Calvin then grabs him by the hair and slams Dmitri's face into the steel guardrail, then pulls him back up towards the ring!

SIX!
SEVEN!

Calvin rolls Dmitri back inside of the ring, then rolls in under the bottom rope to follow.

Simone: Credit where it's due. Calvin wants to beat Dmitri INSIDE of the ring.

Calvin goes to deliver a boot to Dmitri, but Dmitri blocks it and grabs hold of his boot.

Adams: Oh! Not good!

Calvin holds his hands out as Dmitri gets to a vertical base, then Calvin swiftly jumps and delivers an Enzugari kick to the back of Dmitri's head! Dmitri goes down to his hands and knees, and Calvin then climbs back to the middle turnbuckle of the nearby corner.

Simone: And now what is Harris planning?

The answer comes as Dmitri gets back up and turns around, and Calvin jumps off and collides with Dmitri in a diving spear! Calvin quickly covers him and hooks the inside leg!

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
Dmitri gets his shoulder up!

Calvin ducks behind Dmitri and brings three forearms around into Dmitri's head, then traps him in a rear chin lock!

Adams: And now he's trying to wear the big man down!

Simone: Well Calvin's been doing well so far in this match against Dmitri. He's pretty much been in control from the start.

Holly checks on Dmitri to see if he wants to yield or submit, but the answer is not surprising: no! Dmitri instead starts to roll over, until Calvin is on his back. Dmitri then powers his way to his feet, with Calvin coming along for the ride. Dmitri reaches back, grabs Harris around the back of the head and snapmares him over his shoulder and to the canvas!

Simone: That certainly surprised Calvin.

Dmitri quickly drags Calvin up to his feet, scoops him up and drives him down hard with a body slam! Dmitri then comes off the ropes and goes for a guillotine leg drop -- only to have Calvin roll out of the way and Dmitri crashes on his tail bone! No sooner does Dmitri get to his knees, than Calvin lashes out with a super kick, flooring him!

Adams: That could be it!

Calvin with another cover!

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
Dmitri kicks out!

Calvin stands up, bringing Dmitri up along with him. Harris then goes for an Irish whip but Dmitri reverses it. Dmitri swings for a clothesline but Calvin ducks, rebounds off the far side -- and runs right into a flying clothesline from the 'undead one'!

Simone: No matter what he tries, Calvin can't seem to keep Dmitri down!

Adams: Where's the wooden stake when you need one?

Dmitri is on his knees, smiling sinisterly, and he stands and brings Calvin along with him. He sends Calvin crashing so hard into the far corner that the impact ricochets Harris back out and right into a spine buster! Dmitri rolls over into the cover!

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
Calvin gets his shoulder up!

Simone: I think Dmitri will find that Calvin Harris isn't so easy defeated either.

On the mat, Dmitri traps Harris in a dragon sleeper, attempting to put him down! Calvin struggles and fights the hold, but is unable to break it! Holly does as Dmitri demands and asks Calvin if he submits, but Harris refuses! Dmitri adds more pressure to the hold, twisting his neck back! Soon Calvin is raising his hand, as if about to tap, but ultimately he reaches the bottom rope with his boot! Holly spots this and orders Dmitri to release the hold! At first Dmitri refuses and Holly counts...

Holly: One! Two! Three! Four!

And Dmitri relents and lets Calvin go. Dmitri drags him up and shoves him into the ropes chest first, then buries a fist into his kidney area. Dmitri then brings him back over with a belly to back suplex, dumping Harris on the back of his head! Dmitri goes for a second cover.

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
Calvin kicks out!

Dmitri stands up, glaring at Holly who backs up a step, before he goes back for Calvin. Dmitri drags him roughly to his feet, and Calvin stops him fast with a thumb to the eye.

Adams: That'll stop anyone!

Dmitri stumbles back, holding his eyes, and Calvin quickly rolls him up into a schoolboy pin and grabs a handful of tights!

Simone: He could steal one right here!

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
TH-Dmitri kicks out!

Calvin stares wide eyed at Holly, holding up three fingers but Holly holds up only two! Calvin is fuming as he pulls Dmitri to his feet and goes for an Irish whip into the far corner but Dmitri reverses it! Dmitri then charges in for a big boot, only to have Calvin move out of the way and Dmitri hangs himself! Calvin then jumps onto the middle rope and comes off with a dropkick to Dmitri's back, sending him tumbling out of the ring!

Adams: Here we go again!

Calvin backs up with a smile, playing innocent as Holly turns to begin her count. But no sooner does she do so, than Calvin dives over the ropes with a somersault plancha, crashing headlong into his opponent!

Simone: He wiped out Dmitri!

Adams: And himself!

Holly shakes her head and starts to count as both men struggle to return to their feet; Calvin with the use of the barricade and Dmitri using the ring apron.

ONE!
TWO!

Calvin makes a move on Dmitri but Dmitri decks him with an uppercut to the chin! Dmitri then picks him up and drops him onto the barricade, stomach first!

THREE!
FOUR!

Calvin lies on his back, clutching his ribs and midsection, and Dmitri grabs him by the legs and sends him crashing into the barricade with the giant swing!

Adams: Oh it sucks to be Calvin!

FIVE!
SIX!

Dmitri reaches down to grab Calvin who rolls away from the barricade, and Harris responds by grabbing him by the tights and using his leverage to throw Dmitri headlong into the ring steps!

SEVEN!
EIGHT!

Calvin staggers to his feet and drags Dmitri up and strikes him with a right hand, and Dmitri fights back! Soon a Pier 6 Brawl erupts on the floor with both men trading blows back and forth, crashing against the barricade, then the ring apron and finally to the floor! They roll around, trading blows!

NINE!
TEN!

Holly signals for the bell and the crowd boos the outcome!

DING DING DING!

Adams: They've both been counted out!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! Referee Holly Wood has counted both men outside of the ring! She has ruled this match a double count out!

The crowd continues to boo as the fight goes on outside of the ring!

Simone: And they are not stopping!

The bell continues to sound as finally security pours out from the back and swarms the two men! They manage to separate them as they struggle to get back at one another while being herded into opposite directions!

Adams: Damn! I was hoping for a winner between these two!

Simone: As was I, but I have a feeling this isn't over between these two men!

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SINGLES MATCH
Calvin Harris vs Jake Sullivan

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The cameras cut to the backstage area where Christian Underwood is sitting behind the desk in his office. Almost as soon as the camera comes into his doorway, he sighs, getting up from the desk and walking around it. The camera backs up, allowing him space to get through the door and out into the hallway, but as he turns, a particularly loud throat clear gets him to spin around. Leaning against the wall next to his office door is the Roulette Champion, Kris Halc, now wearing the 'Kris & Mikah Show' shirt with his ring gear instead of his typical jacket, with the Roulette Championship over his shoulder.

Christian: You know, for you, I have a very open door policy. That is, as long as you close it behind you. You don't have to wait in the hallway for me.

Kris smiles widely, winking at Christian and pushing himself away from the wall.

Kris: I haven't been here long. My match is coming up soon. Last chance to take me up on that dare.

Christian crosses his arms in front of his chest, not exactly sold on the idea but willing to hear the champion out.

Christian: That little video you posted said that if we did that you might maim him, or worse. That's a lot of boring paperwork for me to fill out.

Despite the fact that he does not get what he wants, the smile only continues to widen on Kris' face.

Christian: ...and for some reason that makes you happy.

Kris brings his index finger up and taps it on his lips twice before pointing at him.

Kris: You didn't say no.

Christian runs his words back in his head, and then chuckles lightly.

Christian: Not that particular word...

Kris takes another step towards him, offering a reason why.

Kris: Which means your answer is not no. It's just a matter of making it worth your while to have to do all of that paperwork.

The comment seems to peak Christian's interest.

Christian: And how exactly do you plan on making it 'worth my while'?

Kris takes another step forward, so that there is only a foot of space between them, and lowers his voice like he is telling his boss a secret.

Kris: You know that GIF that gets posted on Twitter all the time that helped change your opinion of me?

Christian shrugs his shoulders, knowing better than to cave into Kris so easy.

Christian: I might vaguely recall something...

Kris' voice drops further, now just above a whisper. He places his hand on Christian's shoulder, leaning in a few inches.

Kris: The GIF doesn't do the live view justice.

Kris pulls back, smiling, and lifting his hand from Christian's shoulder. He takes a step back, and winks again.

Kris: Think it over. Still time to spin that wheel...

Christian seems to be at a loss for words, not having expected to be having this conversation when he got up from his desk. While he struggles to respond, Kris raises both of his hands up in front of his chest, holding his palms out to plead innocence.

Kris: You don't have to answer now. Think it over. I know you'll do the right thing.

The whole time he is talking, Kris is backpedaling away from Christian, his point sufficiently made. He turn away, moving down an adjacent hallway while the camera moves back to Christian's expression before fading out without a response from the boss.

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Backstage, an annoyed Joshua Acquin is standing in front of the SCW's famed and infamous Roulette Wheel. At the right of the Wheel stands none other than Pussy Willow, microphone in hand.

Pussy Willow: Fans, we just got the official word that our upcoming non-title match between Joshua Acquin and the Roulette Champion Kris Halc will now be contested under Roulette Division rules.

Acquin shakes his head and scoffs.

Acquin: Amazing. Not only am I denied the championship match that I deserve, but he gets his way and gets Roulette Rules! Boy Halc must have really bent over fast for Underwood and taken it up the...

Pussy Willow clears her throat before he can finish his thought.

Pussy Willow: Joshua?

She motions towards the wheel. Joshua rolls his eyes and stomps up to the wheel and gives it a careless spin. Around and around it goes, past matches such as "Singapore Cane" ... "Barbed Wire" ... "Mud Pit" ... "Rock N Roll Deathmatch" ... and others until it slows and finally lands on ....

Pussy Willow: Hardcore Rules!

Acquin: Wonderful! Now can we drop this so I can go out there and kick the so-called champion's ass and prove I deserve a...?

Pussy Willow cries out as Kris Halc comes up from behind and strikes Joshua with a forearm shot to the back of the head, sending him sprawling to the hallway floor and the match is officially on!

Adams: Wait! Can it start? Backstage like that??

Simone: It's Hardcore Rules so apparently so!

DING DING DING!

Pussy Willow dodges the participants as Kris grabs the microphone from her grasp and wraps the cord around Joshua's throat and starts choking him out with it! Kris thrashes him from side to side, throwing him face down onto the floor. Kris then stands on the small of Joshua's back and tugs as hard as he can, causing the cord to tighten like a vice and choking the very life from Acquin!

Adams: Kris isn't giving Joshua the chance to prove anything to anyone!

Kris releases Joshua from the snare around his neck and starts to lay in the boots to Joshua's ribcage, knocking him over to his back and then follows up with a swift kick to the back. Grabbing two handfuls of Joshua's hair, Kris jerks his opponent back to his feet and throws him back up against the cement wall and buries a fist into Joshua's mid-section, doubling him over, then grabs him again by the head and slams his head back into the wall.

Simone: The first aid station best have some Excedrin ready!

Kris moves in but Joshua brings a foot up into Halc's stomach, taking the wind out of him and grabs him by the head and shoulder and throws him head-first into the wall!

Adams: Make that a double!

Kris staggers back from the wall and Joshua grabs him from behind and lifts him up and over with a back suplex into a nearby table, reducing it into a broken mass!

Adams: Holy...!

Joshua holds his back, also affected by the maneuver. He rolls over and covers Kris in a pinfall attempt. Referee Drew Patton hurries onto the scene and drops down to make the count for Acquin and against Halc!

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
Kris kicks out!

Joshua grabs him by the hair and slams his head into the broken table, then proceeds to tear a broken chunk the rest of the way off and bring it down across Halc's head, breaking it in two! Dropping one piece, he grips the other in his hand and gives Kris a quick rake across the forehead, tearing open a sizable gash!

Adams: First blood goes right away to Acquin!

Simone: Good grief! I know he wants to prove himself to the bosses but doing such a thing deliberately!?

Joshua pulls a stunned Kris up to his feet and swings a fist into his forehead, sending him sprawling back on his heels and Joshua grabs a pole from a lighting fixture and swings it right at his head but Halc ducks and the pole breaks against the wall!

Simone: He coulda taken Kris's head off!

Adams: Ten bucks says that was the point.

Joshua swings the broken pole at Halc but Kris ducks out of the way but his own momentum spins Halc around and Joshua uses the pipe to wrap around Kris's throat and takes him down to the floor in a beast choker with the pipe as an added stranglehold!

Simone: Joshua Acquin is surprising me! This match stipulation came from out of nowhere but it isn't slowing him down one bit!

Adams: I think Joshua is surprising the champion too!

Joshua throws the pipe off to the side, releasing Halc from the hold and jumps to his feet. He grabs him by the hair and starts punching him in the gash on his forehead over and over, attempting to worsen the wound. He then sets to pull Kris to his feet but the wily and resilient Halc dives forward, bulling his full weight into Joshua and taking him down to the floor!

Simone: Yet Kris isn't going to let this one go that easily!

Adams: Jamie Dean would be so disappointed.

Halc has Acquin pinned down on his back and is laying a heavy series of lefts and rights down into his face, now with a stream of blood trickling down his own face!

Simone: I guess Halc isn't too fond of the site of his own blood.

Indeed that is how it seems as Kris is like a ferocious wildcat, going to town on his opponent whom is trapped beneath his weight, now wrapping both hands around his throat and choking him, until Joshua fights him off and throws him over and has Halc down and punches him, then starts slamming the back of his head down into the floor! Joshua pulls Kris up to his feet and starts to send him down the hall with an Irish whip but Kris counters and reverses it into his own Irish whip, and Joshua hits a door so hard that it busts open and he falls through!

Adams: Oo! Maybe it's the Bombshells' dressing room!

Kris jumps through the door frame of the office of the bosses and SCW's owners, Mark Ward and Christian Underwood, scatter!

Simone: Oh lord! They're in the main office!

Adams: This is brilliant!

Kris grabs Joshua and slams his face hard into the table, then snatches the full can of Big Red from Christian and slams it so hard into Acquin's face that it busts the can, sending a heavy spray of the soda everywhere, then stabs the razor sharp can into Joshua's face and gives it a quick slice, tearing him open and opening his own wound on his opponent!

Mark points at Christian.

Hot Stuff: This is your fault you nit!

Christian can only shrug away the accusation helplessly, not having seen this coming.

Simone: God damn! I didn't think these two would be going this damn far!

With two handfuls of Joshua's hair, Kris just drives his face into the desk over and over! Kris pulls Joshua over to where an ice chest is set up and filled with icy water and soda and beer cans and shoves the young man's face down into it and holding him there! Joshua struggles and fights as Halc is literally trying to drown him! Kris pulls him up, allowing Joshua a single gasp of air, before shoving his head right back under the water and holds him there until Acquin brings a foot back up between Halc's legs, forcing him to release his grip!

Simone: Not pretty, but definitely affective!

Halc is in agony, bent over and holding himself and Joshua grabs the heavy ice chest and brings it down on top of Halc, knocking him to the floor amidst a shower of water and ice! Joshua then grabs the small television monitor that lies on the far table and throws it, just narrowly missing Halc who rolls out of the way!

Simone: First that pole, now a TV...he really wants to take Kris Halc's head home for a trophy!

Having missed with the monitor, Joshua grabs a lone steel folding chair and brings it overhead and down across Kris's back two straight times, sending his opponent's back into a torturous spasm of pain! Joshua throws the chair down to the floor and rolls Kris onto his back, covering his beaten foe.

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
Thr-No! Kris shoots a shoulder up just in time!

Adams: I could have sworn that was three!

Simone: I take it that you still haven't gotten past that level of kindergarten math?

Joshua wipes the water and blood back from his face and looks at Drew who can merely shrug. Joshua then lets loose his frustration on Halc with a fist to the jaw, then grabs one of the pillows from the sofa and presses it down onto his face, returning the favor of the attempted drowning from earlier by trying to suffocate the man!

Simone: These two are being merciless!

Joshua holds the pillow down securely as Kris's legs and arms kick madly as he fights to get free but Joshua will not give him the slightest opportunity and keeps him trapped and without oxygen until after several agonizing moments, he tosses the pillow to the side and covers the barely conscious Kris Halc, hooking the legs.

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
Halc barely gets a shoulder up!

Joshua, upset immensely that it was not a three count, stands up and starts kicking Kris in the ribs, then pulls him up and sends him back out into the hall and following with Drew in tow and Mark laying into Christian verbally! Punching Kris in the back of the head and then the kidney area, Joshua slams his opponent's face into the wall, then goes for an Irish whip but Kris ducks under the arm and scoops Acquin off of his feet and brings him down on the hall's concrete floor with a spine buster and into a cover!

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
Joshua kicks out!

Kris stands up and grabs Acquin by the legs and returns the earlier low blow by stomping down onto his groin!

Adams: Well it's not like he was using them anyway.

Kris then sends him flying face-first into the wall with a slingshot. Acquin slinks down to one knee and Kris grabs him and slams his face into the wall first, then sends him hard into the door of the women's restroom and he goes flying right through and the fans watching cheer!

Simone: The women's bathroom? C'mon!

Adams: I knew I liked this guy for some reason! Kris Halc is always good for a laugh!

Squeals of fear and surprise ring out from the interior of the bathroom as several women come running out, allowing the cameraman to get inside and find Kris holding Joshua's head inside of a stall door and slamming the heavy steel into his head repeatedly! Kris pulls the man up on legs that can barely hold him and goes for a short-arm lariat but Joshua digs down deep and reverses it and kicks his opponent in the gut, then throws him hard into the far wall and grabs the tampon dispenser and rips it right off of the wall. Kris comes staggering off the wall and Joshua darts forth and slams the metal dispenser right into Halc's head, dropping him to his back! Joshua covers him!

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
Halc kicks out!

Simone: How!?

Adams: I'd like to know that myself!

Joshua looks on at Drew in disbelief and picks Kris up. Joshua grabs him and sets him up for the Nightmare aka Killswitch, but Kris suddenly propels Joshua forward and right into the mirror over the sink, shattering it! Joshua staggers back, holding his face, and Kris doubles him over with a kick to the gut and hits the Absolution! Kris rolls him over onto his back and hooks the leg!

ONE!.....
TWO!.....
THREE!

DING DING DING

Outside in the building, the crowd cheers and boos as they watch Drew raise Kris's hand in victory!

Justin: Here is your winner -- Kris Halc!

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Backstage, Sam Marlowe can be seen walking along the hallway dressed ready to wrestle in a gold and white shorts and halter with a short jacket over her arm. Suddenly she pulls up short when she realizes that Pussy is standing there outside the Bombshells' locker room. Walking up to her friend, Sam stands beside her and gives her a sideways look.

Sam Marlowe: Hey Pussy, who are you looking for??

The interviewer doesn't even look in Sam's direction as she answers.

Pussy Willow: I'm looking for Sam Marlowe...I wanted to get her thoughts about facing Crystal Millar tonight. Think you could go in there Sam and...

Sam Marlowe: And what?

Sam gives Pussy a smile as the interviewer narrows her eyes and playfully slaps her friend's arm.

Pussy Willow: Not funny Sammi. I am working here and you go and do that to me? I should so not give you any air time if you are going to tease me like that.

Sam's smile doesn't fade as she continues to tease her friend.

Sam Marlowe: If that is the case then, I should maybe go find Stoner or Rocky Mountains...

Pussy Willow: Don't you dare Samantha Marlowe! I need to talk to you about tonight.

Sam gets a more serious look on her face as she prepares for the interview that she knows is coming. Pussy stands besides Sam, talking into the microphone to the guys in the sound truck as before she is motioned to begin speaking.

Pussy Willow: Tonight Sam, you will be facing Crystal Millar, the Bombshell champion and she will be quite the challenge given that she is the current champion and you haven't been on that great of a streak lately. What do you think your chances are with those odds?

Giving a thoughtful look at her friend, Sam nods slowly as she begins to speak.

Sam Marlowe: You know what Pussy, you are totally right. The odds are against me and well, a smart person wouldn't even try to beat the odds.

Pussy Willow: So does that mean Sam you are going to go out to the ring and not give it your all?

Sam lets out a laugh while shaking her head.

Sam Marlowe: I said Pussy that a smart person wouldn't take those odds but I never said that I was a smart person now did I? And besides, do you know what happens when you tell me the odds are stacked against me?

Pussy Willow: What happens??

Sam smiles as she winks at Pussy.

Sam Marlowe: I go out there and I beat 'em! Tonight Pussy I am sure that Crystal is coming to the ring and thinking that she is going to beat me but tonight I got a good feeling about the match and I am pretty sure that I am going to beat her. I'm fired up and so ready to start on a winning streak. Only sad thing about it...it isn't for the championship. But hey, maybe beating a champion and leaving her in the middle of the ring knowing that a 'curtain jerker' like me beat her...I don't think it will make Crystal all that happy do you? And between you and me, I don't think it is going to make Christian Underwood that happy either. So wish me luck.

Lightly patting her friend's shoulder, Sam moves out of the camera's view and heads into the locker room to disappear behind the closing door.

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Justin: The following contest is a non title Bombshell match..... Introducing first....

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

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

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

Justin: And her opponent....

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THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN IS HERE!!!!

I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross begins to blast all across the speakers and as that happens we are able to see Christina Millar emerging through the backstage curtain and the roaring boos of the crowd are deafening. She isn't alone as her husband Jonathan comes out beside her. Crystal smiles as her grouping of papara

i gather up in front of the ring and they snag photo after of the Latina beauty. She walks down the ramp as she begins to pie face the crowd. The crowd boos loudly in return as they glance back at the Hollywood hottie, and Jonathan stays attached to his wife.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and fifteen pounds, she is the SCW Bombshell champion, she is Crystal Millar.

Her following of papara

i meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in appeal of the cameras smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before she drops into a split entering the ring. The crowd begins to go nuts and she waits patiently for the match to begin.

DING DING DING!

Sam and Crystal move towards the center of the ring and quickly lock up. Crystal pushes Sam to the ropes, her back to them. Crystal lifts her hands up for a clean break.

Simone: Clean break from Crystal?

Crystal nails Sam with a hard and unexpected shot to the face!

Adams: Maybe not!

Sam stumbles along the ropes, her back to Crystal and Crystal takes her by the head and jumps over the top rope, dragging Sam's neck across the top rope in a hangman, landing outside the ring and sending Sam flying backwards. Crystal lands on her feet and looks out at the crowd with a smirk. Crystal turns back to the ropes and quickly returns to the ring apron. Crystal grabs the top rope and cannonball's over, dropping a leg across Sam's throat. Crystal stands up and puts her arms out to the fans with an arrogant smirk on her face. Crystal drops to the canvas and goes for the cover. Jasmine St John drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

Sam gets her shoulder up!

Simone: Shouldn't have spent time posing for the fans.

Crystal pulls Sam to her feet and throws a right hand at the young redhead, sending her stumbling backwards. She grabs Sam by the wrist and charges her at the ropes and uses them as a springboard. She whips Sam over with a springboard arm drag, sending her across the ring. Crystal gets to her feet as Sam rolls through. Sam stands up and Crystal leaps in for the attack. Crystal jumps up and pulls Sam over with a hurricanruna, hooking her legs as she drops backwards and pinning Sam's shoulders down to the canvas. Jasmine St John drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

Sam rolls Crystal over in to a count of her own, pinning her shoulders down! Jasmine St John stays down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

Crystal kicks out!

Adams: Sam just came so close to pinning the Bombshell champion.

Simone: That would have kicked her up the ranks again.

Both women get to their feet and Crystal charges towards Sam but Sam evades the clothesline attempt from Crystal with a cartwheel. As Crystal turns to face Sam, Sam puts her left leg on Crystal's right and jumps up with a leg feed enziguri, smashing the bombshell champion behind the head, sending her to her knees. Sam gets to her feet and charges at the ropes behind Crystal and runs back towards her. Sam jumps over with a flip and plants Crystal's head in to the canvas.

Simone: Sam has turned the tide in this one.

Sam stands up and looks down at Crystal. She waits till Crystal stands to her feet and jumps up, putting Crystal in a headscissors and flipping her over. Crystal rolls towards the corner and props herself up with her back to the turnbuckle but Sam charges in and jumps in the air, flying through the air and crashing in to Crystal with a bronco buster, bouncing for good effect as the crowd cheer. Sam steps off and away from Crystal and stands in the center of the ring, waiting for her opponent to get to her feet. As she does, Sam charges at her and jumps with a splash in the corner. Crystal stumbles out but Sam grabs her head and jumps at the ropes, using them as a springboard and planting Crystal with a springboard bulldog! Sam flips Crystal on to her back and stands on top of Crystal with both feet. She quickly jumps backwards and lands a standing moonsault. She stays on top and Jasmine St John drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

Crystal kicks out!

Simone: Sam really taking it to Sam!

Adams: This is what happens when ya don't post.

Simone: Eh?

Sam gets to her feet and waits for Crystal. Crystal gets up and Sam throws a solid punch at Crystal, but Crystal ducks and gets behind Sam. Sam turns around, only to be met with a chick kick to the jaw, sending her to the canvas.

Simone: Flashing lights!

Adams: Where?

Crystal leans back against the ropes for a few seconds, the bombshell champion just catching her breath. As Sam gets to her feet, Crystal makes a move towards her, grabbing on to her head and jumps in the air, before planting her with a tilt a whirl DDT, the young redhead's head drilled firmly in to the canvas.

Adams: That one could have left teeth rattled!

Crystal stands up and waits. Sam slowly returns to her feet and charges at Sam, ducking her clothesline and jumping on the middle rope, springboarding back and spinning backwards, catching Sam's arm and taking her over in a springboard armdrag. Sam rolls and quickly gets to her feet but Crystal charges against and jumps up, taking Sam over with a flying head scissiors takedown. Sam gets to her feet but Crystal takes a handful of hair and throws Sam across the ring, before raising her arms to the fans and soaking in the boos. Crystal moves in towards Sam and picks her up and throws her to the canvas with a body slam. She stands next to Sam and jumps in the air, planting a leg drop against the chest of Sam Marlowe. Crystal moves in next to Sam and jumping in to a handstand and turning it in to a moonsault.

Simone: Smell The Roses

Adams: I don't wanna, they might make me sneeze!

Crystal stays on top and Jasmine St John drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

Sam pushes her shoulder up!

Simone: Crystal's confidence is growing with every move.

Crystal stands up and pulls Sam to her feet and whips Sam towards the ropes, and Sam runs towards them. Crystal ducks her head and Sam jumps over her with a sunset flip, pinning her shoulders to the canvas! Jasmine St John drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

Crystal just kicks out!

Adams: Crystal was taking by surprise there.

Both bombshells get to their feet but before Crystal can react, Sam charges at her and takes her down with a spear!

Simone: Crystal was nearly speared out of her boots there.

Crystal rolls over, holding on to her midsection and away from Sam and Sam gets to her feet. She moves towards Crystal and picks her up. Sam wraps her arm around Crystal's head but Crystal spins Sam's arm around in a a wrist lock and knees her in the gut, pushing her away. As quick as lightning, Crystal jumps up with a high legged clothesline, catching Sam in the face and sending her to the canvas. Both women lay on the floor breathing heavy before Crystal starts to move first. She pulls herself to her feet and waves her hand out to the crowd.

Adams: I think Crystal could be looking for That's A Wrap.

Simone: If she nails it, it's over.

Sam slowly gets to her feet and Crystal moves in front of her and turns her back towards Sam, hooking up her head. As Crystal attempts top jump backwards, Sam pulls her down with a double knee backstabber, knocking the wind right out of Crystal!

Adams: What a great reversal!

Sam rolls towards the ropes, pulling herself up and moving towards the corner. She drags herself on the top rope and looks down at Crystal laying prone in the ring. Sam jumps off, nailing the Sammisault!

Simone: Sammisault!

Sam stays on top and Jasmine St John drops down to make the count!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match, Sam Marlowe!

Simone: I can't believe it, Sam Marlowe just defeated the Bombshell champion!

Adams: This will put Sam right back at the top if she chooses to go that route. What an amazing win!

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The camera cuts in to the locker room of J2H, again, unusually quiet compared to normal. The room has plush red carpet, leading towards a huge television on the wall in front of a white leather sofa. On the sofa sits the champion himself, with Melody Grace sitting next to him, his title belt on the table in front of him next to Melody's Bombshell Tag Team championship. Melody rests her head on J2H's shoulder as he looks at her, a smile on her lips, but the two's peace doesn't last long as a knock on the door forces them to look up. Simpson, standing behind the two, moves towards the door and opens it. He looks at Pussy Willow standing outside.

Pussy: Hi Simpson, is J2H about? I really need to speak to him about some of the things said tonight.

Simpson looks towards where the champions are seated and J2H, shakes his head, but Melody steps in.

Melody: Work Mom! Come on it!

Pussy walks past Simpson and stands next to J2H.

Pussy: Can I ask you a few questions quickly?

J2H rolls his eyes as Melody runs her hand along his chest.

J2H: Make them quick, I'm here because I'm a champion, Melody is here because she is a champion, we're not lazy like Crystal Millar but as soon as this show is over, it's time for a little vacation for us two.

Pussy: Going anywhere nice?

Melody: Oh we haven't decided yet, we're just gonna go to the airport and see what looks good.

J2H: Look, you didn't come in here to ask about our vacation plans. What do you want?

Pussy: Steve Ramone said he's on the hunt for both the Internet and World championship.

J2H puts up a hand, stopping her from continuing.

J2H: Steve Ramone couldn't hunt goldfish in a bowl. We can all see what that gold hungry bastard is up to. We all know he just wants the gold, if they'd let him where a wig and call himself Stephanie, he'd go for the Bombshell title. He'd proper beat the lazy champ, but he just wants gold, he just wants power, he just wants to be known, but I am telling you this now, he is NOT working his way in to my match against Lord Raab, he is not getting anywhere near the top, and he's not stealing my thunder. He is not getting a spot in the main event at the supercard. He can sit there and beg like a dog after a treat, he can do what he wants, but he is not getting in my match. If he really wants his ass whooped to show him he don't belong in my match, get Christian to get off his ass and sign a non title match with him next week.

Pussy: Speaking of your match with Raab, he made an interesting challenge.

J2H: It wasn't interesting, it was fucking predictable, just like Raab is. As soon as his half with brother told me he was gonna make a challenge of his own, the world and his dog knew it would be something violent. They all knew it was something to stack the odds in his favor, everyone knew that. Thing is, last time he did this over titles, he got beat by an Englishman, and a guy who has less clothes than a homeless man. Why does he think something violent will put things in his favor? Did he not see me go through hell in a thunderdome match with Dmitri? Am I meant to be all scared of getting hurt? Deathmatch?

He smirks at Pussy.

J2H: Why the fuck not? Freaks gonna be too scared of the water to even show up anyway. Now get the fuck outta here.

Pussy turns away as the camera fades.

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The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see tonight's challenger for the Roulette Championship Jessie Salco standing around whilst, as per usual, listening to music on her iPod, this time she's listening to the new Iced Earth album "Incorruptible" whilst sitting on a crate backstage.

Simone: There's still some controversy over whether the Metal and Punk Connection's theme song playing during the match between Mikah and Mercedes Vargas was intentional, especially given Jessie's well document troubles with the Mean Girls.

Adams: Not to mention the fact that the bosses have refused to comment.

Once the album ends Jessie is approached by Ms. Rocky Mountains and she rolls her eyes.

Jessie: Don't tell me, you want to know if I had something to do with my tag team's theme music conveniently being played during Mercedes's match earlier.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well, it is the elephant in the room.........

Jessie: Only because Bobbie isn't around.

Jessie says with a slight laugh before shaking her head.

Jessie: Good grief, my joke just went into Mean Girl territory, anyway the answer is no, I had nothing to do with that and I can't speak for Amy on that matter either, all that happened was a happy coincidence, nothing more!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: If you say so but are you afraid of what the Mean Girls might do in retaliation?

Jessie rolls her eyes again.

Jessie: If by that you mean they might interfere in my title match tonight, Veronica has never been able to beat me on her own and the last time Mercedes and Celeste got a win over me was two years ago, the only reason I'd be worried is if they recruited someone who can keep up with me in the ring but I don't see that happening! As for the title match tonight, it's like I said, Chelsea has no one to help her and depending on what the wheel stops on tonight they'll be no one to help her either, by the end of the night I'll be a three-time Roulette Champion and I will have gotten one over on each of my rivals.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Did you just admit to having the music played?

Jessie: What part of "happy coincidence" don't you understand? For all we know the production crew fucked up and if they did I owe them a beer!

Jessie walks off as the scene fades.

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Justin: The following contest is a Bombshell Roulette Championship match!!!

The opening riff to "Power Trip" by Chimaira starts ripping over the PA system and as soon as Mark Hunter's opening scream is heard Jessie emerges from the back with Shane and Jake, the trio headbang at the top of the ramp before they make their way down to the ring.

Justin: Introducing, from Miami Florida and representing The Angel Clan "The Heavy Metal Angel" Jessie Salco!

Jessie hops onto the apron and enters the ring where she goes over to the nearest turbuckle before hopping onto the middle turnbuckle, sitting on it and waiting for her opponent

The arena is dark as the beginning of the music starts. A womanly figure appears on the stage as two spotlights circle until settling on the figure. She?s dressed in a gold hooded jacket, the hood covering her head as she looks down at her feet. As the tempo picks up, she flips her head back, flashing a brilliant smile to the fans. She unzips the jacket as she starts walking backward with her hands raised and then spins as she reaches the ring. She grabs the bottom rope and uses it to help herself jump up. She throws off the jacket and then flips herself over the top rope into the ring.

Justin: And her opponent!! Standing in at 5'6 and weighs in at 115 pounds!! Hailing from SoHo, Manhattan, New York City, New York!! The Bombshell Roulette Champion!! Chelsea Payne!!!

The camera's turn towards the entrance way where we see the Roulette wheel standing and former Superstar Roulette champion James Tuscini walks out with Uncle Pinky.

Pinky: Let me spin the wheel, I want to be sure that it will be Pinky the special referee rules match!!

James: No uncle, we talked about this and we are going to spin this wheel fairly!!

Tuscini spins the wheel and the match ends up at the one match that Uncle Pinky wanted

Simone: Oh no, not the special referee one with that old pervert!!

James: Not so fast uncle

The shot widens as we see Pinky has his hand on the wheel, stopping it from going any further and secure him the match as he already has his referee shirt on.

James: Let's spin this wheel again shall we??

This time Tuscini spins the wheel and keeps his uncle in check as the wheel ends up on the stipulation that if the champ gets dq'ed she loses the title.

Adams: Oh that is interesting!! No more championship advantage!!

Jacob calls for the bell to be rung and the match gets under way.

DING DING DING!

Chelsea is upset about the ruling of the match and turns her aggression out on Jesse as the two bombshells lock each other up in a collar elbow tieup. Chelsea uses her size and strength advantage over the smaller opponent and bashes her with some heavy blows across the back as Jacob starts to use the five count to stop the onslaught. Having Chelsea stop at four before whipping Jesse in the ropes and drop her down hard with a flying cross body block in the center of the ring into a pinning combination.

ONE!

TWO!

Jesse manages to kick out at two, forcing Jacob the match to continue. Chelsea grabs the head of Jesse in both hands and locks it in a chinlock from behind. Pushing the head of Jesse sideways and putting all of her pressure on the neck and shoulders of the former champion, Jacob looks at Jesse to see whether she is willing to give up to the painful hold that is put on her. Chelsea is screaming to Jesse to give up while pulling even harder on the head and neck area of the challenger for her championship belt, causing more and more pressure to be applied to the painful area.

Adams: This vicious side of Chelsea has served her well in the past, but she has to be careful not to get too vicious in this one!!

We see Jesse trying to get her fingers between the hands of Chelsea, trying to relieve the pressure that she has put her in as Chelsea lets go and drives series of elbows to the neck area of Jesse before locking her back in the standing chinlock as Jesse is feeling the assault that has been dished out by the champion. Trying to grab the shirt of Jacob Summers, but he pushes it away as that is not allowed by any of the two combatants. Chelsea lets go off the hold and wraps her arm around the head of Jesse and locks her in a Dragon Sleeper in the middle of the ring. Jesse is trying to reach for anything that would help her to break the hold, but is unable to as she is too far from the ropes. Jesse manages to wrap her arms around the head of Chelsea and uses her leg strength to jump up in the air and manages to land behind Chelsea and drops her with a modified Bulldog headlock. Causing Chelsea to release Jesse from the grip that she had on her a few moments ago.

Crowd: Holy Shit!! Holy Shit!!

Simone: I have nothing to add to that statement from the crowd!!!

Jesse rests near the ropes as she is holding on to her head and neck, clearly the impact that Chelsea had on her causes her to be unable to immediately follow up the high impact move that she put on the champ. She slowly gets to her feet and sees that the champion is down. She doesn't hesitate one moment and runs to the nearest ropes and dives off with Moonsault off the second rope and splashes on top of the champion as she hooks both legs.

ONE!

TWO!

Chelsea kicks out at the count of two, holding on to her ribs as she feels the impact that Jesse had with the springboard moonsault off the ropes. Jesse gets up and delivers series of knees into the side of Chelsea's ribs before running to the ropes and comes off with a running elbow drop to the painful ribs of the champion. She follows the same move two more times before pulling Chelsea up to her feet by using her hair and whips her into the ropes as she follows her up with a dropkick. The impact from the dropkick sends Chelsea back in the ropes as Jesse follows it up with a running clothesline. This sends Chelsea to the outside as Jesse follows her up and lands on a sitting position on the apron. Causing the fans to go wild because of the action that the two bombshells are putting on for them.

Simone: Jesse certainly has changed the tide of the match in a big way!!

Adams: She sure has Brenda and she has to if she has any hopes of taking back the championship gold against a great champion.

Jesse grabs Chelsea by the hair as Jacob warns her before using the five count on Jesse, she whips her shoulder first into the steel ring steps just as Jacob reached the count of four. We hear the loud thud as the steel steps move a bit from the impact, Jesse follows it up by putting the boot to the throat of the champion as she is listening to the five count from Jacob before breaking up at four and slides in and out of the ring to break the ten count.

Simone: Both ladies are really trying to get the most out of the rules that allows them to bend it as much as possible!!

Jesse grabs the hair of Chelsea and rolls her back in the ring, she follows it up with hopping on the ring apron and measure Chelsea for a Spring Board Leg Drop from the top rope. She comes down crashing hard on the champion as she goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Chelsea manages to kick out at the final moment, Jesse looks up at Jacob. But only gets the sign that it was merely a two count and nothing more. Jesse shakes her head before turning her attention back on Chelsea. She grabs her by the hair, but Chelsea surprises her with a small package and hooks the tights as Jacob goes for the three count.

ONE!

TWO!

Jesse kicks out, both Bombshells get to their feet. Jesse is a step quicker as she goes for a spinning Heel Kick, but Chelsea ducks. Causing Jesse to hit nothing but the air before Chelsea grabs her head from behind and executes a neckbreaker in the middle of the ring. Both Bombshells are on their backs, breathing heavily as both of them are feeling the effects from the attacks that they received during this match. Neither of them are making any move to get to their feet as Jacob starts to use the ten count on both of them.

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: If neither of them can get up at the count of ten, Chelsea will retain the gold!!

THREE!

FOUR!

Both of them are making signs of movement, but nothing more than that

FIVE!

SIX!

SEVEN!

Chelsea is the first that manages to get to her knees, shaking off the cobwebs as we see Jesse pull herself up by using the ropes.

EIGHT!

Both of the bombshells are on their feet, Chelsea sees Jesse coming off the ropes with a cross body block and catches her with ease. Walking to the middle of the ring before she drives Jesse down hard with a Samoan Drop. Showing her size and strength advantage over the smaller opponent as she brushes her hair out of her face and shows to the camera a sadistic grin on her face. Believing that she has the match back in her favor and surely will put her opponent out of commission in no time. She pulls the hair of Jesse and locks one arm across the throat while holding on to the hair with her other hand. Jacob warns her that this is a blatant choke and starts to use the five count on her. Pulling her off of Jesse at the count of five, telling her that he won't show any mercy on her and disqualify her the next time she attempts to pull a stunt like that again. This causes Chelsea to go off in anger against Jacob, screaming at him and totally forgetting about Jesse Salco. The challenger slowly gets to her feet and charges in on Chelsea, not knowing that Jacob is in the corner and discussing thing with the champ. Jesse drives a knee in the back of Chelsea, forcing the champ to crash into the referee and Jacob falls down on the canvas. Jesse grabs the hair of Chelsea and executes a Springboard Bulldog Headlock from the top rope onto the canvas and goes for the cover.

Simone: NO REF!!!

Adams: What a bad break for Jesse!!

Simone: Well she is partially to be blamed for that tho!!

Jesse looks at the referee, checking on him as Chelsea slowly rolls out of the ring and grabs her championship belt from the time keepers table. She walks back to the apron. Where she waits for Jesse to walk up to her as the challenger finally turns and sees the champion "hurt" she walks over to her, leans through between the second and bottom rope to grab Chelsea and pull her back in the ring. Only to have the champ blast the championship belt across the face of Jesse. She slides the belt back in the ring and covers Jesse with her forearm across the face of the challenger.

Simone: Not this way!!

Jacob slowly crawls over towards the two bombshells as he slowly starts to use the three count on Jesse.

ONE!

TWO!

Jesse manages to kick out at the final moment, causing a shock to be seen on the face of Chelsea who looks around as if to find any answers. Jacob turns his attention ot he ropes as he uses them to get back to his feet as Jesse reaches for the championship belt and sits up before hitting it on the canvas hard as we hear a loud thud and then throws it to a perplexed Chelsea before falling on the canvas and pretends to be unconscious.

Simone: What the???

Jacob turns around and sees Chelsea holding the championship belt while Jesse is down and out, he has heard the impact of the championship belt on the canvas and believes that Chelsea hit Jesse with it and calls for the bell before walking over to the ring announcer.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match by Disqualification and NEW SCW Bombshell Roulette champion!! Jesse Salco!!!

The former champion doesn't know what happened, arguing with Jacob as he tells her that he cannot reverse the decision and the decision stands. Chelsea goes into a fit as she whips Jacob out of the ring and charges in on Jesse. Blasting the championship belt across the back before locking her in a Camel Clutch submission hold while screaming at her. Officials run into the ring and trying to break up the melee as Chelsea finally lets go off a beaten down opponent.

Adams: Oh my goodness!! Don't want to be the next person that gets in the face of Chelsea in the coming hours!!!

Simone: That's all we have time for tonight, join us again next week for more action. For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone. Good night everyone!

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THANK YOU! to Chris, Mark, Gerrit, Annie, Maggie, Jenny, Andy, Fizz, Polly, Wong, Britt, Mercedes. Also thanks to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!