The Saxon Hotel, in Las Vegas, Nevada is alive with energy as the fans of Sin City Wrestling stand and cheer, the cameras pass along the fans, recording and airing them for those watching at home on their televisions.

"SCW!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"

Justin Decent, announcer for Sin City Wrestling, stands center-ring with the house microphone raised to his lips and he starts to speak;

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, Welcome to the Saxon Hotel, right here in beautiful Malibu, California, and welcome to Climax Control!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Please welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The fans cheer as the soft music plays and Amanda struts her way past the curtains and out onto the stage in a pink teddy and high heels with a large and puffy feathered boa draped around her shoulders.

Amanda: Put your clothes back on,
I'd rather be alone.
Your thing is all worn out now get on home.
You've had too many lovers,
They've worn off the hair.
There ain't no way I'm goin in there.
Put your clothes on,
and get on home.

I Should of never gone out,
I should of never had a drink,
Take that thing outside it's startin' to stink.
Your friends done told me where you have been,
and I feel sorry for all those men.
Put your clothes back on, baby,
and get on home.

Yeah, get that thing away from me,
it looks like something your dog would eat.
I've seen enough now set me free.
I think that thing just barked at me.
Early this mornin' it bit my leg.
Oh, little darlin', don't you make me beg,
Put your clothes back on,
and get on home.

Oh shit, I'm scared!
I need medical care.
I think three midgets just crawled out of there.
Well, I was fine before you came,
would'ya throw somethin' over that pitiful thing.
Baby, put your clothes back on
and get on home.
Yeah, put your clothes on,
and get your booty back home.
Go on.

The song ends and the crowd cheers and applauds as Amanda blows everyone kisses before vanishing behind the curtains.

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to Climax Control! I am Belinda Simone!

Adams: And I am Jason Adams -- I think! I haven't looked in the mirror yet today.

Jason turns to Belinda.

Adams: I *am* Jason, right-

Justin: YES!

Adams: Whew! I thought so, but never hurts to double check.

Belinda draws in a deep breath before continuing.

Justin: These are exciting times for the SCW Universe! We are one week away from the THREE HUNDREDTH edition of Climax Control and I have been assured there will be some legends in attendance! Inside the ring and out!

Adams: Legends!? Whowhowho!?

Justin: You will have to wait and see, Mister Owl! And we are also three weeks away from Into the Void X! But tonight, we kick things off with the Bombshells when Candy opens the night's action up by facing the Number One Contender for the World Championship in Ruby Steele!

Adams: Mac Bane has promised to have Fenris's back when it came to the Good Shepherds, but tonight Mac and Fenris finally have the chance to face each other in the ring!

Justin: Krystal Wolfe prepares for her title opportunity against Royal Purple in three weeks but tonight she has her toughest test to date as she is up against the Icon Mercedes Vargas!

Adams: Alex Jones is ready to defend his title tonight, but is he going to make it to Into the Void X as the champion? He has to get past "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart tonight to do so!

Justin: Keira Fisher-Johnson has a main event level worthy match when she goes up against Lucy Seraphina!

Adams: And in THE Main Event! Agostino Romano defends the Internet Championship just three weeks away from the title match with Mac Bane! His challenger? The Fumblin' Dublin aka O'Malley!

Justin: All this and more on Climax Control!




Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... hailing from Malibu Beach, California... Candy.

The lights dim as pink fog starts to take over the entrance ramp. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard begins to play over the speakers as the lights brighten up. Pink pyro begins to cascade down from the tron as Candy comes bouncing out holding Fluffy. She skips her way down to the ring. Outside the ring, she hands Fluffy to stagehand before getting in the ring and bouncing around some more.

Justin: And her opponent...hailing from London, England... Ruby Steele...

I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston begins to blast all across the speakers and as it does we are able to see Ruby Steele emerging from the curtain. She is clad in a sparkling ruby glow in the dark jacket. The jacket shines brightly and she excitedly sprints to the ring slapping the hands of the roaring fans. She does some cartwheels before finishing up with one massive backflip. She giggles before she slowly slides into the ring. She nips up to her feet and blows kisses to the crowd before she bounces about waiting for the match to begin.

The ref moves in and checks both for weapons before indicating of the bell to be rung...

DING DING DING!

Candy and Steele shake hands as they then take a moment before moving in and locking up in centre of the ring, where they jockey for position as they move around the ring and getting up against the ropes a couple of times before moving to the centre of the ring, where Candy drags Steele down to the mat all the while the collar and tie lock up still in position. Steele flays her legs about as the ref moves in to check if Steele's shoulders are pinned – which they aren't. Steele battles back as she fights to her feet taking Candy with her.

Simone: Good show of respect between these two as they shakes before getting down to business.

Adams: Candy and Steele – which sounds like a band – lock up and jockey for position and Candy gets he upper hand briefly as she takes Steel down to the mat with the ref doing the necessary check for a pin but there isn't one and Steele battles back to her feet.

They jockey again but this time it's Steele dragging Candy down to the mat with the lock up still in place and Candy arches her back into a bridge to avoid any possible pin before dropping down and then swinging her legs around to bring herself up to her feet, force Steele up as well as they continue to battle to get the upper hand until Candy breaks Steele's grip and counters into a headlock, which Steele right away seeks to find a way out of the headlock but Candy notices and takes Steele down to the mat as she cranks on Steele's head as Steele tries to wrap her legs around Candy's head but Candy releases her crank but Steele manages to get her legs up and around Candy's head and locks in a head scissors.

Adams: Still in the lock up, they again jockey for position with this time Steele taking Candy down to the mat with Candy arching her back to avoid any possible chance of a pin.

Simone: A lot of countering between Candy and Steele as Candy tries to capitalise on the headlock but Steele manages to counter and lock in a head scissors.

Steele squeezes her legs around Candy's head, as Candy begins to move her legs side to side as she builds momentum but twisting and then rolls herself onto her head before kicking her legs backwards and does a kip onto her feet, which surprises Steele who makes her way to their feet and Steele is able to pounce first and grab Candy into a headlock before taking her down to the mat.

Simone: Candy escapes from the head scissors with an impressive display of athleticism. As they both gets back to their feet and Steele pounces first and take Candy down back to the mat.

The ref moves in to check's Candy's shoulders but there is no pin as Candy tries to wriggle free but Steele moves with her. Candy takes a moment before twisting and pushes an arm into Steele's face and she counters Steele's headlock and breaks it and she grabs Steele into a headlock. However, Steele is quick to escape and wriggles free as she grabs at Candy's arms to stop her from doing anything before grabbing her around her neck and chest but is unable to get a proper grip as Candy fights to her feet forcing Steele up as well. Steele breaks her lock and then grabs Candy's arm and puts in a wrist lock.

Adams: Again more countering between the two women... which ends up with Candy in a wrist lock.

Simone: Candy is doing well to escape some of these moves.

Candy grimaces in pain, as she grips at Steele's hand, which Steele tweaks on the Candy wrist some more forcing her down to a knee but then rises up and she does a cartwheel before hitting an arm drag on Steele sending her across the ring.

Simone: And Candy breaks the wrist lock and sends Steele across the ring.

Steele climbs to her feet and as she grabs the ropes before turning to Candy, who is one knee and smiles at Steele before climb to her feet, as she and Steele circle the ring as they shake hands before backing away.

Adams: And it ends up a stalemate and they both show appreciate towards each other, however, they both need to up the pace because I sense the fans getting bored.

Candy and Steele move back in and go to lock up but Steele dodges and grabs Candy around the waist, which Candy straight away grabs at Steele hands as she tries to break her grip, which she does and counters and grabs Steele around the leg and then around the waist and then she picks Steele up and then dump her down onto her front, but Steele shifts herself into a seated position before climbing to her feet taking Candy with her. Using Candy's arm she sends her down to the mat but it doesn't amount to anything and they climb back to their feet and Steele walks backwards as she and Candy end up in the corner and Candy lets go of Steele's waist but Steele throws her hips backwards driving her ass into Candy stomach.

Simone: Well... all that countering etc... has changed with Steele driving her hips into Candy's stomach. Knocking the wind out of her.

Candy doubles over holding her stomach as Steele turns she delivers a kick up into Candy's chest, which pop's Candy up and Steele follows up with a forearm shot across Candy's head. Candy holds onto the ropes and Steele leaps up with a standing dropkick and Candy releases the ropes and falls forward.

Adams: Better.

Simone: Better indeed but we are no position really how to tell people to wrestle.

Steele drops down and rolls Candy onto her back and goes for a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

TH... kickout...

Steele shakes her head as she looks to the ref for confirmation, but the ref confirms that Candy kicked out. Steele climbs to her feet as she bends down and grabs Candy, where she lifts her up and sets up for the Ruby Tuesday (Rampaige DDT) but Candy but begins to deliver punches to Steele's torso, which lesson Steele's grip and Candy manages to wriggle free and she grabs Steele's leg and hits a bridging fishermans suplex and then pins her...

Simone: Steele only get a two count, however, she isn't done as she tries for her Ruby Tuesday but Candy begins to fight back and drives multiple fists into Steele's torso lessoning her hold and Candy breaks free and grabs Steele's leg and hits a bridging fishermans suplex and this time she goes for the pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout...

Adams: She tried but Steele kicks out with ease.

Candy also checks with the ref before climbing to her feet, where she grabs a handful of Steele's hair and pulls her up, where she whips her into the ropes and as Steele comes back Candy leaps up with an enziguri and Steele stumbles backwards into the ropes and Candy quickly climbs back to her feet and rushes towards Steele and leaps up and hits a monkey flip but Steele adjusts and lands on her feet and as Candy turns and Steele leaps up and hurricanrana.

Simone: Candy tries to speed things up as she hits a enziguri and then a monkey flip but Steele manages to land on her feet, which surprises Candy and Steele hits a hurricanrana.

Steele climbs to her feet and stumbles over to Candy, where she grabs her legs and ties them up, Candy tries to fight as she punches Steele's leg but Steele merely responds with a punch to stomach before continuing and she turns her over and proceeds to lock in the Sparkling Intuition (Paige PTO).

Adams: Candy is done. There is no way out of that move.

Candy screams out in pain as she shakes her head and realises there is no way out and she taps out.

DING DING DING!

Steele releases the hold letting Candy drop to the mat.

Justin: Winner of this match via submission... Ruby Steele.

Simone: Steele picks up a decent win tonight.

Steele's musc hits over the p.a as she ref grabs her hand and raises it in victory as Candy rolls herself from the ring.




An image lights up showing the backstage where Sam Marlowe is standing in front of the SCW logo. Normally a smiling happy bombshell, Sam has a serious look on her face which is surrounded by red curls. Sam is dressed in a pair of dark cargo pants, a light blue baseball jacket over a white Sam Marlowe tee and a pair of cowboy boots. She stands looking into the camera before she slowly starts to shake her head.

Sam Marlowe: I don't know what is going on and why I am all of a sudden a person that people want to mess with. Now Bea Barnhart, you seem to want to make me deal with your own delusions about me. And that will be dealt with by me very soon. But there is someone I need to address more than you today.

Sam slides her hands into the pockets of the jacket as she scuffs her boot against the concrete with her head dropped slightly. A deep sigh can be heard from Sam before she looks up again to address the camera.

Sam Marlowe: You know I tend not to make waves. I tend to move forward earning my shots and generally being the best bombshell, I can be. I get it, there are some bombshells that appreciate my work ethic. Then of course, there are those bombshells that can't get over the fact that I am capable in the ring. And to make themselves feel better, they want to put me down because they haven't made as much of a splash as they think they deserve to have noticed.

Sam lets a small half smile cross her face.

Sam Marlowe: And if you have been watching Twitter, you will have noticed that there is a bombshell that has decided she has to bang the drum about herself and the fact that she is ignored rather than lauded by everyone. She has decided that I am the bane of her existence here in SCW because she is not front and center. Yes Andrea, before you shout it to the world that I am ignoring you, I am talking about you. And now I am going to talk to you.

Sam moves closer to the camera, the half smile widening to a full smile that doesn't reach her eyes. She waves a piece of paper into view.

Sam Marlowe: Andrea, I don't know what your problem with me is but I don't have any problem with you...or rather I didn't until you decided that I was the source of your heartburn. Which means that now that you want to mess with me, I am ready to deal with you and I suggest if you want to go down that rabbit hole of getting a Texas sized butt kicking, I am more than willing to give it to you at Into the Void. So put your money where your mouth is and sign your name on the dotted line and I will see you at Into the Void ten.

With that, Sam moves out of the camera's view with a purpose.




MAKI'S HOUSE OF HORRORS
Maki vs Christina Rose




Bea is seen backstage talking with a group of reporters. We notice she is wearing a black tee-shirt that has the wording HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT printed on the front of the shirt.

Reporter One: Bea you heard the comments from Samantha Marlowe at Climax Control 298 and her demand that you apologize to her for throwing hot coffee in her face. What do you say to that?

Bea: Why the hell should I make an apology to Sam or anyone else? What happened between us several weeks ago was nothing more than an accident with no malicious intent on my part. If Sam cannot understand the truth then perhaps me having a grudge match with her so I can beat some understanding into her would resolve this once and for all!

Reporter One: Come on Bea. We all saw what happened. Sam walked up to you backstage while she was carrying a cup of hot coffee and you threw it into her face. How can you say that was an accident?

Bea: Since you are biased then me asking you to review the incident won't change your mind. It was an accident. I didn't want to talk to anyone backstage after my loss in my match and that includes my husband Bill. I was annoyed when someone walked up to me. I didn't realize it was Sam Marlowe until she tried to place her hands on me so and I shoved my way past her and inadvertently knocked the coffee in her hand and she tipped the cup back and sloshed the coffee in her own face. That's the truth and if you don't want to believe the truth then you can leave as I don't wish to speak to you again!

The first reporter takes offense at Bea's comments so they turn and walk away from the interview session.

Reporter Two: At Climax Control 298 Sam mentioned if you refuse to apologize to her she will kick your ass when you have your grudge match. Your thoughts?

Bea: I already stated I refuse to issue an apology for an inadvertent thing that caused Sam to spill her coffee in her own face. Had I done it intentionally I would not only apologize for the incident but I would threaten to do it again. Since I did nothing wrong I refuse to apologize or to take responsibility for Sam being a klutz and spilling her coffee in her own face. Does anyone else have logical questions instead of bullshit stuff trying to implicate me for something I didn't do?

Reporter Three: How do you plan on approaching this grudge match with Sam? Do you have any specific thoughts going into the match or do you plan on going in and doing whatever you need to do to win?

Bea: I do the same thing Bill has done for his entire wrestling career. I will go into the match with the intention to win. If anyone goes into a wrestling match thinking they will lose then they will lose. I understand Sam is an accomplished wrestler but she hasn't faced me yet. Her talking smack is amusing but her smack talk will not win this match for her.

Reporter Three: Is there anything you wish to comment in closing for the benefit of Sam Marlowe?

Bea: Yeah. . .just one. . .

Bea looks into the camera then she raises her right hand and flashes the well-known middle finger gesture directed at Marlowe.

Bea: That's all I have to say for today. Thanks for your time. Now if you will excuse me I have more important things to do than to waste my time with biased reporters.

Bea spins around turning her back to the reporters who continue yelling out questions but Bea ignores them as she struts down the hallway where she disappears around a corner.




The cameras cut to the back as Char Kwan is standing in front of the Climax Control 300th episode sign.

Char: I will be present on this episode. I feel as if some unwanted people are going to be here and I will make sure they know who's house it is.

Mr. Chalmers enters the picture.

Mr. Chalmers: The private press is waiting for you.

Char rolls her eyes as the cameras fade out.




The cameras cut to the backstage area where everyone's favorite cannabis enthusiast Scott Oliver is standing outside of the locker room of the "White Wolf" Fenris. He seems poised to knock on the door when the handle turns and the door pulls open from the inside. Stoner jumps backwards, and raises his microphone before shooting a look to the cameraman to make sure that he was paying attention. Thinking he was going to be able to get a word out of Fenris, he perks up, but the man going toe-to-toe with Mac Bane later in the evening doesn't emerge from the locker room. Instead, he is surprised by former World Heavyweight Champion, "The Miracle" Kristopher Ryans.

Kris: Stoner... how did you know I was here?

Scott looks baffled. This wasn't what he had been expecting at all. Kris wasn't even currently under contract with the company and hadn't been seen at an SCW event since losing the championship to Jack Washington.

Scott Oliver: I... didn't...

Kris looks back over his shoulder at the door. The poster displaying Fenris' name causes him to laugh out loud. Kris points at the door.

Kris: Right... You were looking for him...

Looking past Kris and into the room, Stoner tries his luck.

Scott Oliver: Is he around? I just wanted to---

Kris slams the door closed, cutting off Stoner from the inside.

Kris: He's busy, and could smell you through the door. He doesn't have a comment for you. Sorry.

Dejected, Stoner tries to make the best of his situation.

Scott Oliver: Well what are you--

Kris doesn't allow him to finish that thought either. He cuts him off with a smile.

Kris: I was just wishing a friend luck. I can do that. I'm allowed.

Thinking on his feet, Stoner tries to catch Kris in the lie.

Scott Oliver: That could have been a text though....

Kris shrugs his shoulders and starts to backpedal away from the interviewer with his signature smirk on his face.

Kris: Yeah, but then I wouldn't have gotten to see you and have this conversation. You should be glad I stopped by.

Kris starts to turn around, now more than half the length of the hallway away from Stoner, who yells out to him.

Scott Oliver: Does this mean that you're back?

Kris doesn't break stride on his way down the hallway but yells back.

Kris: Absolutely not!!!

He turns the corner, and heads down towards the shared office of Mark and Christian leaving Stoner doubting how reliable the Grand Slam Champion's words were. With a final sad glance at Fenris' locker room door, Stoner sighs heavily and moves on in search of his next big interview.




Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first

The opening for "No Good Bastards" by Tom MacDonald begins to play and the crowd is instantly on their feet booing the big Texan. He stands there soaking it in and allowing their hate to energize him as he stands on the stage.

They only get louder as he makes his way towards the ring, he walks slowly, jawing with the occasional fan who's decided he's a tough guy. Mac simply laughs and continues down towards the ring.

Finally he reaches the ringsteps and makes his way into the ring.

He approaches the center of the ring and raises both arms into the air. Then extending the middle fingers on both hands he laughs at the chorus of boos that rains down on him from the crowd..

Justin: Now in the ring, standing 6'6 and weighing in at 280 pounds from Port Arthur Texas...MAC BANNNNE

"If I Had A Heart" by Fever Ray begins to play across the building and the crowd turns with anticipation towards the entrance as "the White Wolf" Fenris emerges from behind the curtains. Fenris stands stoically, looking out towards the capacity crowd before dropping to one knee with head bowed. He symbolically crosses his heart and looks 'up' in homage before standing upright and beginning his journey toward the ring.

Justin: Making his way toward the ring! From Iceland, weighing two hundred and four pounds -- Fenris!

Despite the fans that reach out toward him, Fenris does not reciprocate and his attention is solely on the ring. Fenris climbs the ring steps and walks along the apron, turning towards the fans and extends his arms up and begins the 'Viking Clap.' Slowly but surely, despite any potential misgivings towards the young man, many fans join along with him in the Viking Clap. Fenris steps through the ropes and continues the clap from one corner to the next, drawing in the energy of the crowd. Fenris returns to his own corner and paces like a wolf stalking his prey, kicking off his slippers to compete barefoot as the claps slowly subside.

DING DING DING!

Mac and Fenris stare at each other from across the six sided ring like a pair of dogs who have been staring at each other through a wire fence for a long time and it's now been removed. Mac towers over Fenris but Fenris simply smirks and puts his hands up telling Mac to "come at him". Mac obliges and it's on. None of this feeling out process stuff. The two men start throwing hard right hands brawling in the center of the ring trading back and force. Mac goes for a wild swing and Fenris ducks under it and hits a hard rib shot and doubles Mac over and caused him to back up into the ropes. Fenris steps to the side and stars digging in some hard roundhouse kicks to Macs chest, each one sounding like a baseball bat shot to his body. Mac reals back over and over again before dropping to the mat sitting against the ropes.

Fenris backs up and lets out an excited yell before hitting the ropes and running at Mac full steam, Mac though grabs the top rope and pulls himself up lunging forward at Fenris connecting with a lariat that turns Fenris inside out. Mac shakes his head as red welts already appear on his chest. Fenris rolls over and reveals a large red arm sized one on his too. The two men not holding a damn thing back to begin this match. Mac rolls over and gets to his feet as does Fenris but Mac is the first to strike grabbing Fenris by the hair and slamming in a vicious forearm to the side of Fenris' head. Fenris drops down and Mac hits the ropes and kicks Fenris in the face with a big boot as hard as he can

Adams: Oh my god, what a start to this match. They just went right at each other and started throwing hands

Simone: Big beefy boys are gonna beef Jason. This is just going to be a car wreck and I am here for it. You have the size and power of Mac Bane with the technical ability of Fenris, both of them can throw hands but...damn this is exciting

Adams: With shots like that big boot this match may not go very long though, Fenris has a lovely smile but it might be ruined after that kick!

Mac stays on Fenris pulling him up and throwing him into the corner Mac then reaches back and starts to slam his arm into Fenris with hard cornered lariats. Each time Mac hits Fenris is echoes through the arena, the fans in attendance wincing with each shot. Mac then backs up and runs in for another one, but Fenris ducks and Mac ends up in the corner. Fenris steps forward and hits an open plan strike right under Mac's jaw. Spit flies from Macs mouth as he stumbles but doesn't go down. Fenris shakes his head as Mac steps out from the corner. Fenris ducks down and hits a double leg takedown, he ends up ontop of Mac before quickly getting to a mount position.

Fenris looks around before slamming down hard rights and lefts. Mac covers up with his forearms and tries to keep his body moving under Fenris to avoid the shots. Fenris grabs Macs arm and tries to pry it up and sideways for an armbar, Mac though rolls sideways pushing Fenris over as Fenris goes to grab the arm using Fenris own momentum against him showing his high ring IQ. Mac is not ontop of Fenris and starts to drop his own bombs with Fenris now covering up instead! The crowd going nuts for his brawl.

Simone: These two have ZERO CHILL. I can't believe how fast and furious this has been. And hard hitting., We knew this was going to be one of those matches

Adams: No kidding. Fenris has been very vocal about his abilities and what he can do, and his amazing match against Austin James Mercer showed that. But Mac Bane is someone who can hang with Fenris in physicality

Mac postures up to throw a hard right, Fenris uses his speed and ability to reach up and catch Macs wrist, he wraps his leg over Macs shoulder and goes for a triangle choke. Mac though stands right up avoiding it pulling Fenris up with him, Fenris releases the hold, lands in front of Mac and spins hitting a spinning back fist! It connects and Mac stumbles and drops to one knee but again doesn't go down. Fenris shakes his head and then grabs Mac by the jaw and hits a few vicious sounding palm strikes and then turns to hit the ropes and kick Mac in the face with his own big boot mirroring what Mac did to him earlier! Mac finally goes down and Fenris goes for a cover.

ONE

TWO

Mac kicks out. The sweat pours from Fenris as he looks up at the referee and holds up three fingers. The referee waves it off and Fenris shakes his head and runs a hand through his long blonde hair. He looks down at Mac and as the big man stirs Fenris backs up and calls for a running knee, he runs in and Mac steps forward, ducks down and picks him up turning and slamming Fenris hard with "The Ride" spinebuster! Fenris hits the mat hard and Mac rolls over him hooking the far leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Fenris kicks out!

Simone: Oh that was so close! What a match!, what a fight!

Adams: But, with this amount of damage how long will these two need to take off after this match? The toll on their bodies must be insane.

Mac rolls over to his feet and looks down at Fenris who is reaching for the ropes to pull himself up, he shakes his head and mutters "you tough sumbitch" before stepping forward and grabbing Fenris in a waistlock. He picks Fenris up and drops him with a hard german suplex, Mac then rolls over and hits a second and then a third releasing it this time causing Fenris to land hard on the back of his neck. Mac gets to his feet and crouches in one of the corners calling for "The bar" as Fenris stumbles to get up Mac takes off, Fenris though is able to see it coming, he jumps over the spear attempt but Mac is able to stop in time, he spins and hits the tornado ally! Fenris goes down and Mac covers again.

ONE!

TWO!

Fenris kicks out again! Mac can't believe it, he looks frustrated and angry as he gets to his feet and stomps down on Fenris over and over again, he reaches down and grabs Fenris by his long hair pulling him up, he sets Fenris up for a vertical suplex and as he lifts Fenris shifts his weight, he spins over and wraps his legs around Mac from behind, he then slides his arm under Macs arm and his other arm around Macs neck locking in a chicken wing while wrapped around Mac! Mac struggles with Fenris wrenching the hold, he reaches for the ropes but can't quite get there, instead Mac backs up fast and throws himself and Fenris into the turnbuckle. Fenris has to release the hold as he connects hard with it. Both men lay on the mat exhausted.

Simone: They have to be spent, this match has not only been hard hitting but also fast paced

Adams: Oh it has been fought at breakneck speed and both men have given it their all

Mac and Fenris pull themselves up, Fenris throws a right hand, Mac throws one back, both men get up fighting throwing hard right hands, each one hitting harder. The match going just like it started. Fenris fights Mac back into the ropes over and over with hard rights. Fenris then turns to hit the opposite ropes and go for a knee, but Mac explodes from the other side of the ring going for the spear. Fenris raises his knee and hits Mac dropping him to his knees. Fenris hits a hard roundhouse to Macs head and another and another. Mac looks up at Fenris and yells at him, Fenris raises an eyebrow hits the ropes and kicks Mac in the face as hard as he can, Mac drops down and Fenris covers.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner -- FENRIS!!!

Adams: Fenris wins! What a match! What a fight!

Simone: This battle may have just stolen the show right out from under the feet of Superstar and Bombshell alike! But these two men did not allow their mutual respect for one another get in the way of meeting fang for claw!

Inside of the ring, a battered Fenris walks over and kneels down near Mac Bane who is seated in the corner, with the official checking on him and ensuring whether or not the paramedics need be summoned. Fenris says something and Mac nods, and the two fist bump, much to the pleasure of the SCW Universe.

Simone: It doesn't matter, face or heel or otherwise! A gesture of sportsmanship and respect is universal!

Fenris stands upright and backs up a step with arm raised, when two figures slide inside of the ring!

Adams: Who...!?

Simone: The Shepherds!

Adams: Oh no, not again!

Father Gerald Shepherd comes up from behind Fenris and runs right over him with a strong lariat! He and his son "Brother" David peel the already worn out and hurt Fenris up from the canvas and they both fire him off into the ropes where David catches him with the "From Above" flapjack! Fenris crashes face and chest first and IMMEDIATELY the father and son duo begin kicking and stomping onto the prone body of the White Wolf when Mac Bane drags himself up from the corner and tears Father Gerald away from Fenris and goes on the attack with rapid rights, much to the pleasure of the fans!

Adams: Alright!

Simone: Mac Bane fulfilled his promise! He has Fenris's back against the Shepherds!

But a fresh Father Gerald begins fighting back, and he buries a knee into the midsection of Mac, then along comes Brother David who lays Mac out with a Bicycle kick across the back of the head! Father and son then drag Mac over to the ropes and they intertwine his arms in the top and middle ropes, entrapping him! They then ignore Mac who struggles to get free as they resume their attack on Fenris!

Simone: This is not right! This is not fair! Fenris and Mac have beaten each other senseless! They can't defend against such an attack!

Father Gerald then directs traffic, instructing David to pull the limp and battered Fenris up from the canvas and walks over to the apron where he picks up a Singapore cane!

Adams: No...!

David holds Fenris by the arms as Father Gerald readies the weapon, when the camera catches a figure hopping the guard rail!

Adams: Who...!?

Simone: ARON! Oh my God! It's Aron!

Indeed! Fenris's missing brother slides inside of the ring with a steel folding chair and he swings it as hard as he can against the wide back of Father Gerald! The impact staggers Gerald and causes him to drop the Singapore cane! He staggers around and Aron brings the chair across his head! Father Gerald goes down and an infuriated Brother David throws Fenris to the mat and he comes right at Aron who jams the chair into his stomach and ribs, doubling him over! Aron then brings the chair down across David's back! David drops to the mat and like his father, rolls out of the ring!

Adams: Way to go ARON!

Simone: Look at the look on Fenris's face! He can't believe it!

Adams: I don't know what surprised him more; that Aron is here and NOT in Iceland or his little brother just saved his arse!

By now, Mac has freed himself and has hold of the Singapore cane, wielding it menacingly at the retreating Father Gerald and Brother David who point into the ring, shouting at Bane and the brothers Baltasarsson about Divine Retribution!

Simone: Not so anxious for a fight now that the odds are a little more even now, are you!?




The scene cuts into an unfamiliar studio where Andrea Hernandez's media correspondent is standing by. She cuts right to the chase, sitting at a large desk as she begins the segment.

Woman: Hello, this is Angelica, the personal media corresponded for Andrea Hernandez speaking and tonight, we have a very special guest. And no, I am not talking about Andrea herself. I'm talking about someone that she somehow managed to get for an interview with me. I didn't think that my guest at this time would even AGREE to this sort of thing, but alas, she is here tonight. Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time: Samantha Marlowe!

At this point, a woman walks in... but t's NOT Samantha Marlowe. It's Andrea Hernandez impersonating Sam Marlowe, even down to the red wig. Andrea flips the hair on the wig for effect as she sits down across from Angelica.

Angelica: Thank you for joining me today, Sam. How are you?

Andrea: I'm fiiiine... you know... when I'm not blowing the seven millionth title shot that the powers that be in SCW handed me for no reason.

Andrea further exaggerates her impersonation by twirling the hair in her wig and chewing a stick of gum with your mouth open.

Angelica: You came very close to getting another Internet title shot at Myra Rivers, but Roxi pulled out the win in the end.

Andrea: I was close... and for me, that means the world because that means that I sucked less than the last time, so that means I am making PROGRESS, okay? It gives me false hope that maybe I'm not over the hill after all. It's okay though. They're going to hand me a shot at the world title after Into the Void because they're just giving title shots to people that can't cut the mustard... LOOKING AT YOU COURTNEY PIERCE!

Angelica: Uh huh... so... many people say that you haven't been the same since losing the Roulette Championship to Candy. Would you say that's an accurate assessment?

Suddenly, Andrea goes into dramatics, letting out some fake sobs before she answers.

Andrea: Yes! Candy ruined my life! I'm sorry, I need to cry a little more...

Andrea pulls out a small bottle of eye drops and squeezes a few in each eye to simulate tears going down her face.

Andrea: Ever since Candy made me her bitch, I just haven't been the same and it's not like I lost the title to someone that has actually amounted to anything either. I lost the title to a one hit wonder and really... it shatters my ego because I just can't handle the possibility that I, Sam Marlowe, will always be the LESSER Marlowe. My sister was right about me you know!

Andrea dramatically sniffles, further exaggerating her parody.

Angelica: So how have you been able to get so many title shots lately?

Andrea: It's not because I've gotten on my knees or anything...

Andrea shrugs.

Angelica: Why do you think that you haven't been able to find the success that you've had lately?

Andrea: Oh that's simple. It's because you have a whole new breed of Bombshells that have taken this division by storm. I am talking about the likes of my BESTEST NEW FRIEND Myra Rivers... HIIIII MYYRRRRRRAAAAA! When's the next sleepover? I am talking about the likes of Royal Purple who recently beat my ass. I am talking about Johanna Krieger who ALSO beat my ass! I am talking about the most amazing, sensational, inspirational, generational, prodigal woman to grace Sin City Wrestling in YEARS: Andrea Hernandez! That girl is AMAZING! I want to be her SO bad because she at least knows how to win, which is more than I can say about ME ever since Candy made me her bitch!

Angelica: Andrea has been very mean to you lately. Are you willing to face her and try to shut her up?

Andrea: Oh my heavens! Noooooooo!!!!!! I'm AFRAID of her! The best I can do is respond to her with stupid quotes I found on Google images because I have nothing good to say. Andrea would TOTES beat my ass! I mean... I'm SO afraid of her that I have to settle for Bea Barnhart because at least that's someone I can actually WIN against! But in reality, I worship the ground that she walks on even though I really don't want to admit it because I'm Samantha Marlowe, god damn it! And I am the most insecure, validation-needing attention whore in Sin City Wrestling, damn it!

Angelica: Is there anything you'd like to say to Andrea right now?

Andrea: Yes! PLEASE Andrea... PLEASE don't make me face you in the ring. I don't want to be embarrassed and humiliated! I'm so sorry that I'm ducking you. I'm so sorry that I'll never be my massively superior sister. Just PLEASE don't beat me! PLEASE don't kick my ass! PLEASE don't make me your bitch! Please... oh FUCK IT....

At this point, Andrea stands up, removes the red wig and throws it aside.

Andrea: You know I WILL face you anytime, anywhere Sam! It's about time you quit hiding like a coward about this! I'll have you in that ring whether you like it or not and I'll show this company who REALLY deserves to have ALL the opportunities around here. And personally? I don't give a damn if I hurt your feelings and I don't give a damn how much I have to embarrass you to get what I want! Enough with the games, Sam! Face me like a real woman! If you REALLY are one... you'll face me in that ring!

Andrea flips over the desk that she and Angelica were both sitting on and she storms out of the studio, satisfied with the point that she just made. Angelica is left bewildered as the scene cuts out.




Backstage, the live crowd cheers as Ms. Rocky Mountains is seen holding up a microphone. Standing next to her is SCW Hall of Famer and currently GRIME World Nightmare Champion Mercedes Vargas for an interview segment.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes, coming off your defense against Omasa Tazu last Saturday at Underground 92, that match ended in controversy with Rainbow and GRIME interfered in the match. Now Tazu voiced on Twitter wanting to have another title match against you. Have you considered Omasa's challenge?

Mercedes obnoxiously shrugs her shoulders.

Mercedes: I mean, Omasa is not wrong. She was screwed by Rainbow and her GRIME pals. But then again, Omasa really did brought this on herself, and I almost feel bad for her. Thing is, Omasa already had her rematch to get this title back, but if she wants another match against me, this time on Climax Control, I'm game.

Mercedes raises her hand in a wait-a-minute gesture.

Mercedes: But on one condition: Omasa must face and defeat any Bombshell who currently holds a championship in Sin City Wrestling. If Omasa wins, she gets me in the ring. If she loses, then she will never get another match as long as I'm champion. It's that simple.

Mercedes gives a slight grin at the interviewer, then adjusts her fingerloop glove over the length of one arm.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Now tonight you're facing Krystal Wolfe, who is set to challenge for the Bombshell Roulette Championship at Into the Void in three weeks. Krystal is also coming off her first win since officially joining the roster and she's looking to keep up her momentum.

Mercedes: Right, Krystal with a K. Familiarity breeds contempt. Sadly, contempt is the least emotion I will be feeling. More like excited. I don't even need to really address Krystal, I really don't have anything personal with her. She's just standing in my way, of making my goals, and making history tonight.

Mercedes divides her attention between the interviewer and the camera.

Mercedes: I'm one win away from reaching 70 career wins and 50 career wins on Climax Control, Rocky. Only Roxi Johnson has done that in this company and I want my name in the record books. So it's like this. If Krystal wins tonight, then she just had her toughest challenge yet. If she doesn't, well, I guess I'll be celebrating another milestone, at her expense.




The cameras cut backstage and the back of someone can be seen. The man turns to face the camera to a sea of boos.

Simone: Oh my God! It's....

Adams: J2H!

Indeed, J2H stands and looks at the camera, his usual arrogant smirk on his face as he looks down it. He stares silently at the camera for a few seconds as the fans shout his name.

J2H: Shut the fuck up! I know my name, you know my name, the world knows my name.

He smirks and tilts his head.

J2H: So you're sitting there asking yourself, why the fuck would J2H show up on a show with no meaning and talk to the likes of you. Christian Underwood called me and he begged me to be here to promote next weeks show, the big three hundred in the company that would have sunk if they never had a star like me here.

He points to himself confidently.

J2H: Face it, everyone chasing the kid they looked down on for the biggest prize in our industry, was what got the ratings, watching them fall on their faces every single time was television gold and that was all down to the man you see before you, the man, the myth, the legend, the God that is J2H.

Confidence quickly switches to arrogance.

J2H: The mansion that J2H built is the reason a bunch of losers have jobs right now, you're welcome.

The crowd boo.

J2H: Shut up! Without me, you wouldn't have a place to be right now.

He turns his head confidently.

J2H: So how to sell a show like Climax Control 300? Easy, just be J2H and kick the hell out of someone and I happened to see someone on this show earlier, someone who wants to talk about not being under contract, someone who everyone is hoping I get my hands on in six months time at High Stakes XI, yeah, that's you Kris Ryans.

Simone: Kris Ryans?

Adams: Is there an echo in here?

J2H: Just came along to wish a friend luck? Yeah, ok. You want to get people excited, you give them a little taste of what's to come, you give them a little hint of what they can have, so next week Kris, let's give the fans a taste of what could happen in six months time, let them get to see J2H and Kris Ryans on opposite sides of the ring.

Simone: Is he serious?!?

Adams: When have you known him not to be serious?

J2H: But one on one is a waste on a show like this, sure, it's Climax Control 300 but it's not High Stakes, so I'm thinking you get yourself a partner, a champion partner who can actually get a crowd interested.... Which rules you out Jack Washington, because if we're being honest, you sell about as much as an ice cream man in winter.

Adams: OOOOOOOOOOOOOO

J2H: Yeah, I went there Jack, people have forgotten you're even in the company let alone a champion.

Simone: I don't think that's true.

J2H: So how about you grab the winner of the Internet Championship match and team up, and I'll make it fair cause Agostino looks like he needs a good meal, and O'Malley is just a choke artist. I'll just pick a random partner. I'll just take that guy.

J2H points off camera. The camera spins around to see Mac Bane sitting in a chair, looking beat up after his match. He look at J2H confused and the camera spins back to him.

J2H: You can't refuse this Kris, this is your chance of redemption after tucking your tail between your legs and running away like a bitch after losing the World championship, this is your chance to make people give a fuck about you. Prove to the people that you're not that little bitch they think you are because you ran away crying. Show them there's still some fighting spirit in there somewhere.

J2H starts to walk off camera towards Mac Bane.

J2H: Don't fuck up Mac.

J2H pats Mac on the shoulder, causing him to wince slightly before walking off.

Simone: I can't believe J2H has laid down the gauntlet to Kris Ryans.

Adams: If it happens, Climax Control 300 just got a whole lot better.




The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see one of the challengers for Royal Purple's SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship Krystal Wolfe working out ahead of her match against Mercedes Vargas, the Australian Go Gym Graduate has her theme song playing in the background as she works out.

Simone: Krystal has a huge opportunity ahead of her in three weeks' time at Into the Void X where she and Violet Amelia Holt challenge Royal Purple for the Bombshell Roulette Championship!

Adams: And tonight, she's going one on one against Mercedes Vargas who is not only a former Bombshell Roulette Champion but is a Grand Slam Champion, though as Krystal pointed out in her promo it's been a couple of years since Mercedes held a title.

Just as "When Destinies Align" ends Krystal picks up her iPhone and starts searching for something else to play only to be interrupted by Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Krystal: Looking for Jessie?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I might be friends with Jessie but she's hardly the only Bombshell I interview, and you happen to be on my list thanks to your match tonight!

Krystal: Figured as much.

Krystal admits before standing up straight.

Krystal: If you're wondering if my opinion on Mercedes has changed since Monday, it hasn't! Sooner or later, people will realize that whilst Mercedes can still go in the ring, as far as title matches go, she's washed up!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But she's a veteran who has been wrestling a lot long than you.........

Krystal: Are you trying to insinuate that I don't respect the veterans?

Krystal asks as she folds her arms and Rocky stops in her tracks.

Krystal: Look, I was a fan of SCW long before I made the decision to apply for the Go Gym and train there, I've watched many of Mercedes's classic matches and whilst she is the GRIME Nightmare Champion, that title won't mean much once GRIME's been exterminated!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: And your match tonight?

Krystal: I asked for a tune up match ahead of my shot at the Bombshell Roulette Title at Into the Void X and that's what the bosses gave me! Tonight, is all about proving one thing, that my rutt is over and I'm set to win my first title in SCW but not before I bring Mercedes down for the Down Under Thunderbomb courtesy of Krystal Wolfe!

Krystal walks off as the scene fades.




Suddenly, the arena lights turn off and the crowd is hyped up for what was in store. As the opening of "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 blares across the PA system, the mood of the crowd changes instantly and the arena is under the subtle glowing of the lights. As the lyrics finally kick in, a figure emerges; the highlight of their attire is being under the illusion. Mercedes Vargas stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on waist, and overlooking the crowd.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks to the end of the ring apron, she climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression-perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes vaults into the ring and walks over to the opposite corner where she relaxes along the corner ropes while waiting for her opponent to arrive.

The guitar intro to "When Destinies Align" by Lovebites hits the speakers and Krystal makes her way onto the entrance ramp wearing a black t-shirt with the words "Critical Hit" accompanied with a D20 that has landed on a Natural Twenty over her ring gear.

Justin: Introducing first, from Adelaide, Australia, she is "Down Under Thunder" Krystal Wolfe!

Krystal makes her way down the ramp whilst occasionally slapping hands with the fans before she rolls into the ring and poses for the fans, as her music fades she removes her shirt and hands it to a ring attendant.

Adams: The number one contender to Royal Purple's Roulette title against a multi-time former champion. This one has all the makings of a classic.

Simone: Absolutely right, and sometimes, where it looks like there's nothing on the line? Those wins mean way more to at least one person out there.

Adams: Krystal wants momentum for her title shot, Mercedes wants back in the title picture herself. A lot to prove.

DING DING DING!

Krystal and Mercedes begin to circle each other in the ring, eying each other up for a few moments before they tie up in the ring. The pair try and push against each other, Mercedes making good use of her extra height to gain leverage as she pushes down, allowing her to transition into a headlock. A stiff elbow into the ribs breaks the hold, and Krystal shifts around behind her opponent, taking a waistlock, at least for a moment until an elbow to the side of the head knocks her backward. The pair take stock of their initial exchange for a few moments before Krystal offers up her hand for a Greco-Roman test of strength. Mercedes at least thinks about it, before putting a boot into the gut of Krystal instead.

Adams: Veteran moves there from Mercedes, catching her opponent while her guard's down.

Simone: Clearly she's none too happy about being Royal Purple's warm up act here tonight! Can't say I blame her.

Putting herself in the driving seat, Mercedes follows up with a snap DDT, popping straight back up and laying in the boots on her downed opponent as Krystal rolls herself away, scrambling to get back to her feet with the use of the ropes. Mercedes clearly doesn't want to make it that easy, setting off at a run. Krystal drops her shoulder at the last moment, heaving Mercedes up and over the top rope. The Argentine lands neatly on the apron however, launching herself straight back over in a somersault, latches on to Krystal's outstretched arm and catapults the Aussie back across the ring.

Adams: Mercedes rolling back the years here with that display of athleticism!

Simone: That girl still knows how to put on a show.

Krystal manages to fight back to a standing base as Mercedes is on her again, keen to put the relative rookie in comparison away early if she can, a couple of well placed punches sending Vargas back, just far enough that the Aussie can get a jump, setting off with a sprint-start to connect a spear, sending them both down to the mat. She doesn't get all of it, a lack of momentum not helping matters, but she is quick to scramble, for her next transition, trying to lock in a rear naked choke.

Adams: Krystal showing her versatility here, even in the early stages of her career she's got a bit of everything in her bag of tricks.

Simone: It's not properly locked in through, Mercedes still has pretty much full control of her lower body and that's going to give her a lot of leverage here.

Mercedes uses the advantage to good effect, and even as the struggle to get oxygen into her lungs shows on her face, she is able to wriggle and turn herself, almost pulling Krystal with her as she spins and reaches out to grab the bottom rope, the momentum of the spear having already knocked them both back close to one of the corners. Jacob Summers moves in to separate them as the referee lectures Krystal about holding on too long.

Simone: She barely held!! Let them fight Jacob!

Adams: Referee Summers maybe needs to remember that if you give a wrestler a five-count, they're normally going to use 4 and a half of those. I think Krystal let her up on two.

As Jacob finally gets out of the way, letting the match continue, the two women charge at each other at the same time, Krystal ducking the high boot attempt from Vargas as she comes sailing on by, trying to stop on a dime and fire back with a dropkick to Mercedes' back, which she sees coming and steps away from. Vargas grabs a handful of bright blue hair, slamming Krystal's face into the mat before the referee is able to get in between and break it up.

Adams: This is turning into a real stop-start affair, neither competitor really able to build any momentum.

Simone: They both have a lot to prove here - That doesn't always make for the prettiest matches for the fans.

Adams: That's very true, and neither of these two want to give an inch.

Krystal uses the interruption to get back up to her feet, wiping away a trace of blood from her bottom lip as she gets ready to go again. She builds up a full head of steam as she charges, the dirty tactics of her opponent clearly taking their toll as she ducks for another spear. Vargas leapfrogs over her back. Krystal comes back off the ropes, winding up with a high kick that this time Vargas, now in pursuit, slides under. A shout of frustration escapes Krystal's lips as she knows she's being toyed with now, setting off at a dead run, with the sole aim of cleaning her opponent's clock. Mercy ducks under the clothesline attempt, closing the gap on Krystal ready to intercept as she bounds off the ropes, running straight into another boot in the sternum, doubling Krystal over. It's a familiar setup for a move we've seen so many times in the six-sided ring, as Vargas nails a perfect Mercy Shot before attempting to make the pin.

Simone: That's all she wrote people!

Adams: Although she's so close to the ropes...

ONE!

TWO!

THR-

As the curse of the commentator came into full effect, Krystal's foot, that had been flapping weakly in the direction of the bottom rope for the first two counts, manages to find it's mark, and Jacob Summers waves off the attempt.

Adams: Krystal gets to the rope with maybe half a second to spare at most.

Simone: I thought that was game over, what a save!

Mercedes flies up from the mat in a fit of rage as she stalks Jacob Summers, screaming at him in her native tongue. For non-Spanish speakers in the house, holding up three fingers and shouting "¡VAMOS!" at least gives us some idea of what her issue is.

Adams: Vargas is remonstrating with the referee right now, unhappy with the speed of his count I think.

Simone: He's like Ron Burgundy, he doesn't speak Spanish!

Catching her second wind, Krystal swoops herself behind Mercedes as she's still arguing away with Jacob Summers, going for a schoolgirl pin. Vargas tries to use her backwards momentum to roll all the way out, but Krystal crawls after her, laying her full weight on Mercedes' legs to keep her shoulders against the canvas.

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner.... Krystal Wolfe!

Adams: Definitely unorthodox from Krystal, but it gets the job done here.

Simone: Sometimes you just have to make it work, and getting your full body weight into anything gives you a lot of leverage.

Krystal's hand is raised aloft in victory by Jacob Summers, who almost looks to be using the victor as a human shield to save himself from being mauled by an angry Latina. Mercedes, maybe realising that little lapse in concentration was of her own making, decides not to push it further, making her way to the back.

Adams: Mercedes does NOT look happy...

Simone: Absolutely right, but for Krystal that's two wins on the bounce here in SCW, and a great way to build up a head of steam going into the Supershow. That's going to be a fun one.




SINGLES MATCH
Samantha Marlowe vs Andrea Hernandez




The scene opens backstage moments before the Roulette Title Match between Alex Jones and Bill Barnhart where we see Caleb Storms, one of Alex's challengers at Into the Void X who had beaten Bill to win the title two weeks ago, watching the monitor with a frown on his face.

Caleb: I beat Bill three times, he's only beaten me once, last week I picked up the win over Cassian Reed, the man Alex beat to win the Roulette Title, yet even though I'm one of Alex's challengers at Into the Void X, Bill's getting a title shot before me?!

Caleb says out loud before smirking.

Caleb: At least it'll be fun to watch Bill fall flat on his face.

Caleb adds as the scene cuts to ringside.




We cut backstage to see Bill Barnhart in the hallway with a camera person. Bill is by himself as Bea and their English Bulldog Iris are not with him for this presentation. Bill is wearing a black tee shirt that has the wording I DEFEATED ALEX JONES BEFORE AND I'LL DEFEAT HIM AGAIN written on the front.

Bill: I get to face Alex Jones again and this time the Roulette Championship is on the line! Wow this is an opportunity that only comes along rarely. To get a shot at a Championship several weeks out from Into The Void X is fun. For Alex, however, having to defend the Roulette Championship several weeks out from Into The Void X sucks for him!

Bill gestures with a fist pump.

Bill: Alex you remember what happened to you in our previous match? I know you try to forget that fateful day I humiliated you in the ring but I'm here to remind people of what happened in that match. I chumped your ass out and made you submit in the match by using my Barnhart Shoulder Breaker Flying Hammer Lock. There's a hell of a lot more of that coming from me in this match tonight. I damn sure hope you're ready to lose to me again because I'm damn sure ready to defeat you again!

Bill gestures again with another fist pump.

Bill: Here's how it is going to go Alex. You have to put your Roulette Championship on the line against me tonight which is a few weeks away from Into the Void X. You are tentatively scheduled to defend the Roulette Championship at that event but I'm sorry to have to be the one to inform you of this but I'm defeating you tonight and I will strut into Into the Void X to defend the Roulette Championship against Caleb Storms and Miles Kasey. You have to deal with that!

Bill gives the CUT signal and the cameraman cuts their camera feed.




Backstage, the reigning Roulette Champion, Alex Jones, stands along with his challenger for the evening, "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart, accompanied by his wife Bea. They are joined by Ms. Rocky Mountains, who stands in her position before the large and imposing SCW Roulette Wheel.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Fans, we are joined here tonight by Alex Jones who in just mere moments, will put his Roulette Championship on the line against my other guest, "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart. Now, we are about to deliver a spin of the wheel to determine just how the match will be contested. Gentlemen? Are you ready?

Both Alex as well as Bill nod their understanding and readiness. Ms. Rocky then turns to the wheel and takes hold of it by the spokes and gives it a hard spin. The wheel goes around and around as all eyes are firmly glued, watching as various dangerous and in some cases, humiliating, match stipulations pass by. Matches such as "Tuxedo" ... "Parking Lot Brawl" ... "Lumberjack" ... "Barbed Wire" ... "Flaming Tables" ... "Mud Pit" ... "Coal Miner's Glove" ... and yes, even "Piranha Scaffold" is included. The wheel begins to slow down until it finally lands on....

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Boiler Room Brawl! There you have it! Gentlemen, best of luck!

With one last look between champion and challenger, the two men go their separate ways.




Backstage at the Saxon Hotel, the champion Alex Jones descends a small flight of stairs, accompanied by the referee for this contest, Drew Patton.

Drew: Now remember, the first one out of the boiler room wins.

Alex: He doesn't have to pin me?

Drew: No. He just has to walk out this door, right here.

They arrived at the base of the stairs to the lower levels of the Saxon Hotel where the spacious boiler room was located. Alex stares at the door and shakes his head.

Alex: Okay, I got this.

Drew then opens the door and Alex steps inside, passing the Roulette Championship belt over to the waiting hands of the official. Drew then closes the door...

DING DING DING!

Alex turns around in the dim lightning and from out of nowhere, "Bulldog" plows right into the champion with a spear! Taking him down to the hard, concrete floor! Bill begins throwing right hands into the champion's head while he remains pinned beneath his body weight! Bill then stands up and steps over the body of the stunned and surprised champion and he grabs the door handle and opens it up...

Adams: He's going to escape the room fast! New champion already...!

But the resilient champion grabs Bill by the boot and has to pry him away from the door, prompting Drew to close it once again! Alex is back on his feet and Bulldog swings at him but Alex ducks behind him and grabs him in a rear waist lock for control! Bill then drives an elbow back against the side of Alex's head, knocking him loose! Bill turns around and drives his body forward into Alex's own, knocking him against the drywall! Bill starts to throw hammering blows into Alex's body but Alex is not going down without a fight as he whips overhead blow after blow into the back of Bill's head and shoulders! Alex grabs him into a front face lock and pivots around, taking Bulldog along for the ride...

Simone: If you control the head, you control the body. That is a veteran move.

Alex then lets go with Bill standing at the top of the metal steps. Alex grabs the rail on both sides and kicks his feet up and into Bill's chest, knocking him back and the challenger topples down the metal steps, head over heel!

Simone: That could cause serious injury for Bill!

Bill lands on the floor of the lower level and rolls to his hands and knees, gripping his body with one hand as Alex descends after him. Alex jumps off of the steps as Bill starts to rise and wipes him out with a unique suicide dive, doing some damage to himself in the process! Alex sits up, wide eyed and holding his ribs, as he stands and brings Bill up along with him. Alex then stands back and strikes with a stiff martial arts kick to the midsection, followed by a second. Alex then goes for a third but Bill blocks it and grabs him by the boot, turning it around on him with an ankle lock. Alex yells out as Bill uses his brute strength to twist and tear at his ankle, leaving Alex hopping on his one free foot. That is, until Bill pulls him back into a rear waist lock and he whips him over with a release German suplex - right on the concrete floor!

Adams: Bloody hell! That may have knocked Alex right out!

Simone: I'm sure that is what Barnhart is counting on if he wants to win this match!

Bulldog indeed does make for the stairs that lead to the exit and ultimate victory, but he only gets to the second step when Alex Jones has hold of a random steel folding chair and he throws it across the back of the challenger, knocking him down to his knees! Hurt himself from the suplex, Alex staggers to his feet and drags Bill down the steps as Bill frantically tries to hold on but his grip is torn loose! Alex sets the chair up and he slams Bill's head into it, sending Bulldog staggering back and off into the shadows of the boiler room with the champion in hot pursuit! Bill turns a corner and turns around and Alex spears him right into a large mobile trunk, sending both champion and challenger toppling over it and onto the other side, scattering chairs, tables and piping to the floor!

Adams: Be honest; do these two men hate each other? At all?

Simone: I can't say for certain but the nature of the roulette division does bring out the worst in people.

Alex leans down and throws straight right hands into Bill's exposed head as Barnhart tries to shield himself from the blows with little success. Alex then drags Bill up by his goatee and slams his head into the trunk, knocking him back to his knees! Bulldog then grabs the end of an aluminum pipe on the floor and whips it up - and right between Alex's legs!

Adams: OWWWWW!!!!!

Alex's eyes (and mouth) are as wide as saucers as he crouches over at the waist, clutching himself. This gives Bill time enough to stand up and he brings the aluminum pipe down across Alex's back, sending the champion to his knees. Bill then stands over his back, drapes arms over knees and cups his chin in his hand, locking in a disabling camel clutch!

Adams: But - but he can't win by submission!

Simone: But he can certainly disable the champion enough to where Alex can not prevent his escaping the boiler room and winning the championship!

Alex struggles to break free but he has no real options. He can not force a rope break nor can he over power the brute strength of this Bulldog. Alex wedges his arms free and starts to force his way up to his hands and knees, but Bulldog jumps up and drops his full weight on the small of Jones' back, knocking him back down. This allows Bill to simply lock on the camel clutch a second time. Alex again starts to force his way up into a position to wrest his way free, and Bill stands up and he goes to jump on his back again, but Alex quickly rolls over and brings up his knees...!

Simone: Ohh! Payback on the part of Alex Jones!

Adams: There goes Bill and Bea having puppies any time soon!

Now it is Bill who has eyes and mouth wide open in agony as he staggers, bowl legged, back and away from the champion who recovers on the floor! Alex then strikes, whipping his boot back up and into Bulldog's skull with a Pele kick! Bill is knocked around full circle and Alex picks up an aluminum trash can and dents it over Bills' head! Alex then stuffs the trash can over Bulldog's head, covering the upper half of his body, and he sends him crashing into the solid wall! Bill falls to his back and Alex carefully climbs up to a partisan ledge and then jumps off, landing with a senton on the trash can and Bill! The damage is done to the trash can, the challenger AND the champion!

Adams: Good GOD! Is Alex Jones CRAZY!?

Simone: No! He's a champion and he wants to remain so! Even if he has to hurt himself in order to do it!

Bill is not moving, but Alex rolls off and his back is arches as he clutches back at it, his face a mask of pain! Alex then SLOWLY begins to crawl toward the steps that lead up toward the exit. Bulldog struggles inside of the mangled remnants of the trash can until he finally works it off. He stands up as Alex himself gets to his feet and the base of the steps and Bill brings the trash can into Alex's already hurt back, further adding insult to injury! Alex halls hard against the steps and rolls over to his back where Bill brings the trash can down across Jones' head! Bill then struggles up the steps and walks over Alex's body, but Alex catches him with a drop toe hold and Bill goes down, his head striking the steps! Now both men use the railing of the steps to fight their way to their feet, one hand on the rail and the free hand throwing blows at their opponent! They reach the top of the steps when Bill catches Alex and throws him over and to the top of the stairs with an exploder suplex! Alex rolls over on the metal surface, clutching his back! Bill stands up and readies himself with a twisted smile. Alex S-L-O-W-L-Y stands up and Bill PLOWS into him with a spear! The impact sends both men crashing into the door, knocking it wide open and Alex falls through!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, and STILL Roulette Champion... ALEX Jones!

Drew raises the downed Alex Jones' arm and passes him the title belt as Bill lays halfway through the door himself, face in shock and arms outstretched!

Adams: Well THAT didn't work out the way that Bill Barnhart planned!

Simone: Alex Jones retains the title by the skin of his teeth, and thanks in part to his own opponent! Bill cost himself the match inadvertently!




The pre-recorded footage cuts in on Myra Rivers, the SCW Bombshells Internet Champion, who is at home, reflecting on some things. She's definitely in a sentimental mood, especially coming off of another successful SCW Bombshells Internet Championship defense. With Roxi in her sights, and with the knowledge that she's absolutely going to be defending her title against her at Into the Void, Myra begins to express her thoughts.

Myra: 273 days. Nine months as the SCW Bombshells Internet Champion. Last week, yeah, I had a bit of an obstacle in the way as far as Johanna Krieger is concerned and as tough of a woman as she was to face, I never went into that title defense fearing for the worst. I never went into that match feeling like my title was in jeopardy and sure enough, I DID pull through and I continued to prove why I've been the Internet Champion for as long as I have. You critics out there can poke holes and try to dig for asterisks as much as you have, but 273 days IS 273 days no matter how you slice it. I've defended this championship against anyone that they've thrown at me and I have found a way to retain this title through and through. I could've had a hell of a fall at some point, but I've stayed strong. I could've gone into last week's match,still hurting from Blast from the Past. In fact, that's probably what the old me would've done. I could've played the victim. I could've dwelled on it. I could've felt sorry for myself for that experience at the end. But I didn't! I was able to put that harsh outcome behind me and move forward and I know for a fact that my defense last week proves how strong I've really become since coming to this roster a year ago.

Which... of course... that's a very good thing knowing that it's only going to keep getting more and more difficult from here. And there is no doubt in my mind that the defense that I have coming up WILL be the toughest one of them all...

Myra takes a brief pause as she begins to get into that familiar focus for Into the Void.

Myra: Roxi Johnson is one of the most decorated Bombshells in Sin City Wrestling history. There is absolutely no denying that. She has earned everything she has ever attained in this company and in this business. She's going to have the chance to make her own history and become the first woman to ever win this championship three times. I also know, though, that she has a history of being a 'giant killer'. I don't necessarily see myself as a 'giant' so to speak, but name a record breaking title reign and she's ended it. That record reign of Alicia Lukas with the Bombshells World Championship? SHE ended it. And as much as this is going to be a huge dream match for me, as much as I appreciate and admire everything Roxi has done for this division, she's NOT going to end this record reign. I'm going to do everything that I possibly can to remain the Bombshells Internet Champion. She's going to give me the hardest challenge of my whole reign and one of the hardest matches of my time here, but on more than one occasion, I've proven that I can rise up to the challenge.

I've proven that through my battles in the past with Amber, Alicia and Kate.

I proved that through the Blast from the Past tournament in getting to the finals of the tournament to begin with.

When I first came to this company, I never imagined that I'd become better than I'd ever been at any point in my wrestling career. But that's exactly what has happened. I am at the top of my game now. I'm better than I've ever been. Roxi is going to have one hell of a fight on her hands, but at the end of the day, I know that I will too. But, with everything that I've overcome over the years and with all the obstacles I've overcome since I've been here, I know I'll get through this challenge too. So Roxi, I hope you're ready. Because this Internet Champion isn't ready to have this amazing, record breaking run end just yet!

Myra maintains firm and poised, showing that she's not intimidated at all by the challenge that Roxi brings her. She walks out of the shot and then afterward, the scene cuts out.




The giggle from the start of Kehlani's "Gangsta" floods the arena PA as the lights in the arena go out one by one. By the time the first words of the song start, energizing the small but vocal audience, the arena is pitch black.

Simone: I was wondering if we were going to see the 2018 Blast from the Past Winner ahead of her big opportunity next week.

Adams: She's been awfully quiet since The Black Sheep fell apart. Maybe she was just laying low.

Purple and white spotlights above the stage start to pulse to the sound of the music. The screen at the top of the stage lights up, writing out five letters in pace with the flow of the music: C O U R T.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, next week's challenger for the Bombshell Championship, Jet City's own, Courtney Pierce!

As the beat of the song finally kicks in, the SCW Bombshell comes out from behind the curtain and out onto the stage to a huge pop from the crowd welcoming her. She stops at the top of the ramp, crosses her ankles, her purple ring gear shimmering with all of the camera flashes around the arena, and takes a slight bow to the crowd with her arms out to her sides.

Simone: She looks dressed to compete even though she's not booked here tonight.

Adams: She's probably just trying to stay ready in the event she is attacked from behind like after her match with Bella.

Court makes her way to ringside, and carefully makes her way up the ringside stairs and onto the apron. She ducks down between the bottom and middle rope and into the ring. Her music cuts off, and she calls for a microphone that is tossed to her from one of the crew members at ringside. The crowd continues with their mostly positive reaction to her appearance, but die down as soon as she goes to lift the microphone to her lips.

Court: So it's been a little while....

She shrugs her shoulders, and there is an audible chuckle that makes its way around the limited crowd.

Court: The last time I was out here I was starting a winning streak, only to get beaten down by Tempest. I guess I never publicly shouted out Bobbi for the assist in that one, but I'm damn glad she returned when she did... or maybe I wouldn't be standing here...

She pauses, but decides not to dwell on that thought. She had already lost too much time to injury.

Court: Before that, I was either in the ring losing match after match, or standing in this ring surrounded by successful teammates.

There is a much louder pop for The Black Sheep than what Court got during her entrance to the arena. If anything, it proved that she was the black sheep even amongst those in the group.

Court: Now that it looks like those days are over, I need to get more comfortable with standing in this ring by myself.

The crowd responds positively to the thought, clearly not wanting her to go back to her more unsavory ways. She doesn't allow their reaction to cut her off though.

Court: I mean... I understand that with people like Kate, Ruby and Mikah still on this roster that I'm never really alone. Mark and Christian obviously think enough of me to give me the opportunity that I have next week. I have a support group in the back, and I have Jet City South behind me all the way. However, never in my career have I had to stand out here alone. During Blast from the Past I was side-by-side with Fenris, and since then I have been part of a group. For the first time, I am on my own.

She shrugs again.

Court: I feel bad about it. Mostly because common sense would tell me that I have lost something, but it feels like a weight being taken off of my shoulders. I feel like I can breathe again. It was a lot of pressure being constantly surrounded by all of that success when things weren't going so well for me. It was worse now that I got it turned around, and found myself lagging behind everyone else. For the first time, it feels like I can really just focus on myself. The spotlight is on me, and me alone.

Almost as if triggered by her words, the house lights come down, leaving Court standing in a spotlight all her own. She smirks, looking up at the light momentarily.

Court: ...at least for now. Next week I get to compete in the main event that I never got the chance to be in three years ago. Next week I find myself at the very top of the card, fighting a woman that has been nothing short of dominant. I get to take on Amber Ryan for the Bombshell Championship in the middle of this six sided ring.

She gestures out to the ring around her, and the fans pop loudly for the main event of the biggest Climax Control of them all.

Court: We've all seen what Amber has said on social media. We have seen how good she is in the ring, and we have heard her tell us all about it every step of the way. Seems like she has a bit of experience with those of us in Jet City too. Her team knocked Coby out of Blast from the Past. She and Mac failed to beat Mikah and Kris in whatever the fuck that match was. She is as familiar with all of us as we are with her, but you wouldn't know that to hear her talk.

Court's demeanor changes a little. She had seemed carefree about the opportunity ahead of her until now, but the smile completely washes off of her.

Court: To hear Amber tell it, this main event next week is already in the bag. And not only is she going to beat me easily, she's already planning for the big win against Ruby next.

She shakes her head, clearly frustrated.

Court: I should be used to being underestimated by now, but something about it rubbed me the wrong way. I get it. I am coming off of a losing streak that got pretty bad there for a minute. That doesn't change the fact that before that I was basically unstoppable from the moment I came into this company. It doesn't change that since I snapped the streak, I have looked impressive enough for Mark and Christian to allow me to main event their biggest Climax Control ever. I have been trained by a handful of people that belong in the Hall of Fame of this company, as well as others.

She stops herself in an effort to keep her cool. She wasn't out here to throw a tantrum.

Court: At the very least, I don't deserve to be overlooked. I am not a speed bump on the road to her defense against Ruby. If Amber is serious about walking out of Climax Control with her championship next week, she needs to realize that. Otherwise that title she's carrying around is going home with me.

She drops the microphone to the mat, and her music blasts through the PA system, cutting off the crowd reaction to her words. As she exits the ring, the feed cuts elsewhere in the arena.




A video pops up onto the screen as Violet Amelia Holt is standing inside her home in Port Charlotte, Florida. Her blonde hair is lying across her shoulder as she smirks.

Violet: Ever since I punched my ticket to Into The Void, I have heard so many people doubt me. Mercedes thinks because she is a champion in the minor leagues that it's supposed to mean something to me.

Violet laughs.

Violet: Krystal Wolfe thinks it's going to be an easy win for her. Well, I beg to differ. You see I am on a mission and that mission will not end til I get what I want. Royal Purple and Wolfe don't stand a chance against me.

Violet smirks.

Violet: Into The Void I will get MY championship back.

The video cuts out as the crowd is left murmuring to each other.




Backstage, the usual chaos reigns as nameless and faceless minions move production equipment with about as much care as they get paid- some of them stop to watch the larger than life personalities that occasionally pass them by, though their existence is barely acknowledged.

Amid all of this, and with a faint air of 'please don't talk to me, I cannot people', is the Bombshells Champion Amber Ryan, the belt slung proudly on her shoulder- the same position it always seems to be perched on and with good reason. Slipping between two workers moving something heavy and making it look harder than it needs to be, she beelines for a figure just ahead- although a moment of hesitation leads her to falter right as she comes into their view.

Her target in this moment, and perhaps one she almost regrets if only for the fact that she now realizes she has to socialise, none other than Bobbie Dahl. Bobbie turns and the two make eye contact, coming face to face for the very first time. The meeting brings an excited grin to Bobbie's face.

Bobbie: Well if it isn't the Bombshell Champion, Amber Ryan live and in the flesh!

Bobbie's eyes quickly dart to the Bombshell championship on Amber's shoulder and then back to Amber.

Bobbie: Congrats on the win, by the way. I knew sooner or later that title would be yours.

With a knowing shrug and a tense momentarily inability to gauge whether this is a genuine compliment or veiled sarcasm- mostly compliment in this case, Amber glances to the belt briefly before returning the smile.

Amber: Yeah, that's... that's real appreciated Bobbie. I'll admit, didn't really come to gloat though- not really my scene... just wanted to, you know check in after all that craziness...

The redhead pauses for a moment, trying to measure her words.

Amber: ... How's Artie?

Bobbie frowns for a moment, thinking back to two weeks ago when Tempest attacked both her and Artie, though Artie was hurt worse than she was. She takes in a deep breath before answering.

Bobbie: Oh he's doing much better, actually. I've told him to stay home for a little while longer, just in case. That bitch better consider herself lucky that his injuries weren't more serious, though she's still going to get what's coming to her!

Bobbie pauses briefly, unsure of where to go next in the conversation.

Bobbie: Thanks for asking, though!

In equal unsureness, Amber looks around briefly although finding nothing more than the same commotion that every show brings.

Amber: Cool, yeah that's probably a good idea. She's got hell coming for her, and I'll enjoy watching it- but uh... just as a side note, you know for future reference perhaps.

Adjusting her stance, Amber straightens up slightly.

Amber: If you're planning on going around and picking fights- maybe give me a shout, cause I'm always looking to put my first through some faces... particularly ones like her who deserve it. Not saying you can't handle your shit- but that's some deep water you could be wading out into... be a shame to see you go down with her.

Bobbie lets out a laugh and folds her arms across her chest. She stands proudly and with confidence.

Bobbie: Oh ye of little faith, Amber! Tempest may be taller than mine and maybe even a tad bit stronger, but she went and woke up a sleeping bear by hurting Artie! If I go down, that's fine by me, but I'm goin' down swingin' and with a hell of a fight!

She nods once, sticking to her point.

Bobbie: But, I will keep your offer in mind anyway.

Amber chuckles softly.

Amber: I don't doubt you for a second- it's her and her ability to play fair that I doubt. Either way, you need anything- I trust you'll know how to find me...

Amber gives Bobbie a pat on the shoulder as she moves past, disappearing silently amid the continued backstage chaos.




Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a standard match!!

"Like a Phoenix" begins to slowly play as the lights go out. Two lights from the stage is seen showing Keira's shadow, raising her arms. The lights come back on as Keira turns and walks down the ring. She slaps a few fans hands as she slides in. She raises her hand and shouts out, "Like a HERO, BABY!" as she waits for her opponent

Justin: Currently in the ring!! Standing in at 5'7 and weighing in at 120 pounds!! Hailing form Miami, Florida!! Keira Fisher Johnson!!!

"Liar Liar" starts to play as soon as the chorus hits Lucy jumps out from the stage and tosses her cloak off. Lucy looks around and starts to swiftly moves down the ramp. Lucy jumps onto the stairs and climbs over the turnbuckle. She flips herself in and goes to the center. She screams loudly and gets ready to fight.

Justin: And her opponent!! Standing in at 5'9 and weighing in at 121 pounds!! Hailing from Moscow, Russia!! Lucy Serraphina!!!!

DING DING DING!

The bell has rang as Jacob Summers informs the two veterans of the six sided ring to start the match, both Bombshells circle each other as they do not wish to make the first move, not wanting to make an early mistake. Keira hears the fans cheer her on as she starts to raise her hands, gesturing to the fans to make more noise as they comply. Keira has a confident look on her face staring down Lucy while continuing to get the fans into the match

Simone: I guess who has the fans on her side at this moment

Adams: True, but don't count out the fandom of Lucy though

Lucy looks around, jawing some words towards Jacob who tells her that she has to get her focus in the match as Lucy turns her attention back to Keira before circling her. The two finally lock arms as Lucy knees Keira in the midsection before whipping Keira into the ropes and setting her up for a Snap Suplex after catching her with a knee in the midsection. Setting her up for the suplex, but Keira has it blocked. Lucy tries again, but once more Keira has it blocked. Lucy pushes Keira away, creating space between them for a dropkick. But Keira catches both of Lucy's legs and drops her on her back before locking in a Sharpshooter in the middle of the ring

Adams: Great counter!!

Jacob immediately gets to his knees, staring at Lucy to see if she wants to submit to the painful submission hold that Keira has locked in deep. Lucy shakes her head and screams out no as she is clawing her way to the ropes, hoping to break the hold that way.

Simone: Can Lucy make it???

Lucy is clawing her way slowly to the ropes, grinding her teeth as in an attempt to block out the pain as she has been in the hold for 30 seconds now. Finally making to the ropes as Jacob forces Keira to break the hold as she finally does. Keira runs towards the ropes and sets herself up for an aerial move on her opponent. But stops as we see Lucy pull herself to the outside, holding on to the ring apron for balance. Keira stands still for a few moments before running to the ropes on opposite side and then charges in on Lucy, hitting a baseball slide to her opponent that sends Lucy crashing into the security railing. She slides underneath the bottom rope and grabs Lucy by the arm and whips her into the ring apron with her lower back coming in contact with the ring apron as that causes her to drop to her knees. Keira walks over towards Lucy and pulls her back to her feet before rolling her back into the ring before jumping on the ring apron. There she measures Lucy as Lucy is slowly starting to stir and gets on her hands and knees while Keira remains on the outside as Jacob has started the ten count on her.

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: What is Keira planning to do next???

THREE!

FOUR!

FI...

Keira jumps through the top and middle rope towards Lucy as she turns around towards Keira, grabbing the head of Keira as she plants her with a DDT in the ring. She goes for the cover as Jacob jumps over them to get a better position for the three count.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...

Almost a three count, but at the last moment it is Lucy that gets her shoulder off the canvas. We see a split screen emerge, where we see the replay of the move take place and the reaction of Jacob Summers for the count.

Adams: I believe that if Jacob had gotten the opportunity to count to three right away, that Keira would have won the match!!

Simone: I agree Jason, that split second of him jumping for a better position may have cost Keira.

Keira looks at Jacob for a few moments, but realizes that she has to get her attention back on her opponent. Grabbing her by the arm in an attempt to get her back to her feet. But Lucy has taken advantage of the split second of distraction that Keira allowed her to get by looking to the official as Lucy grabs her by the head and yanks her face first into the bottom turnbuckles. This causes Keira's head to snap backwards hard by the sudden impact of the move, not expecting that to happen to her as she is seemingly out of it. Jacob is checking on Keira to see if she can continue the match or not. But Lucy has got none of it, she slides out of the ring and starts to pull on the head of Keira towards the bottom rope and starts to choke her with it while trying to catch some breath

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Lucy let's go just moments before the count of five, not wanting to risk a disqualification before sliding back in the ring. There she grabs Keira by the hair and lifts her up, setting her up for a German Suplex. But Keira manages to land on her feet behind Lucy. Waiting for Lucy to turn around before kicking her in the midsection and follows it up with a big time Powerbomb in the middle of the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...

Again Lucy manages to stop the three count, this time because Jacob notices her left foot to be underneath the bottom rope

Simone: Tough break for Keira, no way that Lucy would have kicked out of that powerbomb!!!!

Keira looks at the foot underneath the bottom rope as if it starts to sink in how close she was to win this match. Shaking her head of disbelief she finally gets to her feet as she gets to a corner and measures Lucy who is starting to stir very slowly. Grabbing the ropes to get herself back to her feet before turning around. Just when she turns around she is levelled by a big time Chick Kick

Simone: Seven Sins!!!

Keira grabs Lucy by the legs and drags her to the middle of the ring, hooking both legs as she covers her opponent.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match by pinfall!! Keira Fisher Johnson!!!

Jacob grabs the left wrist of Keira as he lifts it in the air to signal that she indeed has beaten Lucy in this match. Keira is smiling as she gets to the turnbuckles and celebrates her victory over Lucy with the fans as they are cheering her on.




The cameras go backstage to see Father Gerald and Brother David Shepherd sitting in the medical room, being treated by the staff physician. Tim Shepherd and Andrew Borg are standing guard by the door, but David looks as if he wants nothing more than to get out of there.

Gerald: Son, calm yourself. Getting worked up won't fix nothing. You're not in the best condition.

David: It was a bump on the head. I'll be fine. You'll be fine. But Fenris will not be fine. And neither will that good for nothing brother of his.

Gerald: You need to forget about it. In all honesty, we're not one hundred percent innocent. Especially you. Do yourself a favor and let it go.

David can't help but to stand up and glare down at his father, offended, appalled, and enraged. Before Gerald can say another word, David begins yelling.

David: Let it go? LET IT GO? I thought we got past this! I thought you trusted me again!

Gerald: I do, son. But you got other things to be thinking about, like getting back that Roulette Championship, or going after the Internet Championship. For Heaven's sake, there's the World Heavyweight Championship to be thinking about, and of everyone here, I can see you going that distance!

David: I know I could! But some things are more important than gold. I have my own war to wage. After my war with O'Malley, it led me to a better position. I became the Roulette Champion. I was led on my righteous path, not seeking gold, but seeking justice in His name! And O'Malley is in a better place because of me opening his eyes. He's a better parent because OF US!

Gerald nods his head. He hears everything his son is saying, but he's not quite agreeing.

Gerald: That might be true. But I guess I don't truly understand why you attacked Fenris to begin with.

David: Because of my own demons, Father! That monkey that has been on my back for years, tormenting me. His same demons run free within him, and he doesn't realize that I'm only trying to help him see the error of his ways. He's a blatant homosexual, and you've taught me that it is wrong to openly embrace that! It's not natural!

Gerald: Son... I...

David: Wait... Are you becoming weak? A sympathizer? Why don't you just grab a t-shirt that says "Proud LGBT Parent" and embrace the abomination plaguing me. So all of those shocks and proddings, and whippings, and beatings can all be for naught. It is HIS MIGHTY WORD! And in knowing my torment, Fenris has decided to make a pass at me, tempting me. Well, I am strong, and I WILL NOT let that go. I'm going to fight him at Into the Void X. And if his sympathizer brother knows what's good for him, he'll stay out of it. And so will you...

David turns around and walks away as Gerald is left exasperated. David pushes through Tim and Andrew and disappears.

Adams: I think we just got confirmation on Fenris versus David for Into the Void X! Loud and clear!




GRUDGE MATCH
Fenris vs "Brother" David Shepherd




The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see Jessie Salco listening to the new Evile album "Hell Unleashed", just as the last song ends Jessie looks up and spots Pussy Willow waiting for an interview with her.

Jessie: Is Rocky busy or something?

Pussy: Pretty much, the big match between Team Hero and the Metal and Punk Connection has been confirmed for next week's Climax Control 300, what are your thoughts on it?

Jessie: I have plenty of thoughts on it, but there is one thought that lingers on my mind, Amy's semi-retired, Team Hero can't have that much time left in their wrestling careers, where does that leave me?

The question catches Pussy off guard.

Pussy: Are you saying Team Hero vs. Metal and Punk Connection might be your last match?

Jessie shakes her head.

Jessie: Not by a long shot! I may be thirty one and a twelve year veteran, but I still have a lot to prove in the ring and as far as SCW's concerned? There's only one thing that'll have my even considering hanging up my wrestling boots for good.

Jessie says as she starts to walk off.

Jessie: And that thing is around Amber Ryan's waist.

Jessie walks off without another word as the scene fades.




The camera picks up the backstage area of the Saxon Hotel, and the SCW Universe boos as one when the amazon Tempest is power walking through the hallways, shoving doors open and peering inside, one right after the other!

Pussy Willow: Tempest...? Excuse me... Temp...

Tempest pauses and whirls around, towering over Pussy Willow who swallows hard and steps back hurriedly.

Tempest: WHAT!?

Pussy Willow pales and stammers, but seems frozen as Tempest steps forward, causing the comely reporter to stumble back until she was pressed up against the wall with Tempest standing over her by a foot.

Tempest: I don't have all day! WHAT do you want!?

Pussy Willow swallows and finally finds her voice.

Pussy Willow: I-I... wanted to find out who you were looking for...?

Tempest: Who the hell do you THINK!?

She pokes Pussy Willow sharply in the forehead with her forefinger.

Tempest: I am looking for that BITCH Bobbie Dahl! Put ME through that damn barricade and think I'm not going to put her head through a wall in return!?

She spins around and starts down the hall once again, and Pussy Willow quickly follows, heart overruling her head as far as common sense.

Pussy Willow: But ... last week Bobbie Dahl challenged you to a match at Into the Void X! Is there any chance...?

Tempest stops and pushes Pussy up against the wall and stares down hard at her. She finally smiles and pats the reporter's cheek, rather sharply.

Tempest: I wouldn't have it any other way!

She pushes her back and turns a corner and finds herself right in the path of the Troll. He immediately shrieks and throws his popcorn and chili dog in the air and takes off running in the opposite direction!




GRUDGE MATCH
Bobbie Dahl vs Tempest




A picture of a mask appears on the screen as the audience is murmuring amongst themselves. A few seconds later, a face appears in the mask as the audience lets out a loud roar.

Zuri Chastain: The Masked Vigilante returns to SCW next week. A challenge has been issued as next week will serve as my final match inside a wrestling ring.

Zuri turns so her facial profile is only seen.

Zuri: To make it more interesting, I am putting my mask on the line. Who ever accepts my challenge know this. I will not go down easily.

Zuri turns back to face the audience as a black silhouette covers her face.

Zuri: See you all next week.

The video cuts out as silence falls over the crowd.

Simone: Oh my GOD!!! Zuri Chastain on the 300th episode of Climax Control.

Adams: I just want to say this. Chris or Mark, you better book this match.




Simone: It's Main Event time folks! Last week we saw Myra Rivers successfully defend the Bombshell Internet Championship against Johanna Krieger and this week, we'll see if her male counterpart can repeat that success as Agostino Romano defends the SCW Internet Championship against O'Malley!

Adams: This is Agostino's first defence since he beat Caleb Storms for the title at Blaze of Glory X and the winner of this match will go on to defend the title against Mac Bane at Into the Void X! The stakes are high in this match and that's not counting the usual stakes that come with a title match!

Simone: Safe to say that Mac Bane shall be watching this closely! Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS YOUR MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING SCHEDULED FOR ONE FALL! AND IT IS FOR THE SCW INTERNET CHAMPIONSHIP!

The lights in the arena die down as the opening riffs of Gothic Celtic Music Shadow Wisps starts to play. The lights stay out for several seconds before dark green and white strobe lights start shining all around, and fog fills the entrance and along the ramp. Moments later, O'Malley steps through the curtain wearing a long black leather trench coat, joined by Darcy. They stand at the entrance for several moments before O'Malley takes the first step on their way to the ring, and Darcy follows closely behind.

Justin: Introducing the challenger! Making his way to the ring being accompanied by Darcy! From Dublin, Ireland...Weighing in at one hundred ninety-five pounds...O'MALLEY!!

Once he makes it to the ring, he lets Darcy walk up the steps and follows behind her. He holds the ropes open for her, and she steps through, and he enters after her. They stand in the centre of the ring where Darcy removes O'Malley's coat. She then leans in and gives him a kiss on the cheek before making her way to the outside, as his music dies down.

Simone: O'Malley is no stranger to gold, being a former Roulette and Underground Champion!

Adams: He has yet to hold the Internet Championship and that could change tonight!

Fragments of Insanity by Necrodeath plays over the sounds system as Agostino Romano comes out with James Brown from the curtain, wearing green and yellow wrestling trousers with green and yellow elbow pads and green and yellow boots, having his fists in the air with James Brown following behind him.

Justin: And his opponent, from Milan, Italy, weighing in at 215ibs he is the reigning and defending SCW Internet Champion, he is Agostino Romano!"

Agostino does high fives to the crowd before seeing a kid in the front row which he pulls funny faces at along with giving them a hat from his Global Bike Championship days. He then goes inside of the ring and waves at the fans with the crowd cheering for him while James claps from outside of the ring before Agostino waits for his opponent to come out to the ring with James standing at ringside.

Simone: This is the second defence of Agostino's second reign as Internet Champion!

Adams: And his first when it isn't defended against Caleb Storms!

Jasmine goes over the rules with Agostino and O'Malley before calling for the bell!

DING DING DING

Simone: Tonight's Main Event is underway!

Adams: And for the second straight week in a row, one of the Internet Championships is on the line!

Once the bell rings O'Malley makes the first move by charging in and tripping up Agostino before laying in some punches! Before Jasmine can move in to break up the brawl Agostino turns it out on O'Malley flipping the challenger onto his back and mounting him before reigning down the punches! Darcy makes her complaints known at ringside, but they fall on deaf ears before O'Malley catches one of Agostino's arms and transitions him into a cross arm breaker.

Simone: That's a nasty submission hold O'Malley is attempting, has the potential to break someone's arm!

Adams: And it's clear to me that Agostino does not want his reign to end due to a broken arm!

Agostino scrambles to get his feet on the bottom rope before O'Malley can get the Cross Arm Breaker synched in and manages to force the rope break before the submission move can end the match prematurely in O'Malley's favour! Agostino uses the ring ropes to pull himself up and O'Malley got right back on the attack attempting to hit a Suplex on the champ only for Agostino to reverse it into a roll-up.

ONE!

TWO!

And O'Malley kicks out, however before Agostino can regroup O'Malley grabs the arm, he targeted for the cross arm breaker and grounds him before locking in a Fujiwa Armbar.

Simone: O'Malley's cross arm breaker didn't work out but he's still targeting Agostino's arm.

Adams: It's a classic strategy, pick a body part and work over it!

Jasmine gets into position to ask Agostino if he wants to tap but the Italian Superstar refuses before he attempts to force the rope break again, however O'Malley is having none of it this time as he uses his legs to kick him and Agostino away from the ropes causing them to flip over! Unfortunately, that move inadvertently caused O'Malley to let go of the arm bar giving Agostino a moment's rest as he shakes some feeling into his arm, however a moment is all Agostino gets as O'Malley hits him with a Diamond Cutter!

Simone: O'Malley with a picture perfect Diamond Cutter on Agostino there!

Adams: I'm not sure but it looked like Agostino landed arm first, either way O'Malley's going for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

And Agostino kicks out! O'Malley clearly thought he had the match, and the title, won with that move as he gives Jasmine a disbelieving look and it's clear that Darcy agrees with him as she argues with Jasmine as well! Unfortunately for the married couple, the argument with the ref has given Agostino a chance to recover and O'Malley finds this out the hard way as Agostino hits him with a Reverse Frankensteiner!

Simone: That Frankensteiner knocked O'Malley loopy!

Adams: But he still has the wherewithal to roll to the outside before Agostino can press the advantage!

Once O'Malley has hit the floor Darcy rushes to her husband's side to check on him and Jasmine warns her to not interfere in the match! She complies and O'Malley gets back to his feet on his own accord, but he sees something and shoves Darcy out of the way just in time as he is hit with a Moonsault to the outside by Agostino! Jasmine restarts her count and Darcy watches on as both men seem to be out.

Simone: O'Malley just saved his wife from a nasty collision with Agostino, and Agostino from a fine!

Adams: I doubt he would've been fined for hitting Darcy with that anyway as that moonsault was clearly meant for O'Malley and if Darcy hadn't been shoved out of the way, she would've been collateral damage for Agostino's moonsault! Same reason I doubt O'Malley will get fined for taking the bullet for Darcy!

Darcy goes to help O'Malley to his feet but gets a stern warning from Jasmine and wisely backs off, seconds later Agostino gets back to his feet first and picks up O'Malley before rolling him back into the ring, rather than follow him in directly however Agostino climbs up to the top rope before hitting O'Malley with a regular Moonsault and going for a cover! Jasmine gets into position as quickly as she can and only starts the count once she's sure O'Malley's shoulders are down!

ONE!

TWO!

And O'Malley kicks out!

Simone: Two moonsaults and a reverse frankensteiner and O'Malley is still in this!

Adams: Say what you will about O'Malley but he's proving why he's a former champion tonight! He's making Agostino work for his first title defence!

Agostino shakes his head before getting back to his feet and heading back to the top rope, this time waiting for O'Malley to get to his feet so he can try a move that requires O'Malley to be on his feet! However, Darcy gets on the ring apron distracting Jasmine and causing Agostino to hesitate long enough for O'Malley to hit a pele kick onto Agostino's bad arm causing the champion to fall to the matt arm first!

Simone: Darcy's distraction could've just cost Agostino the match and the title and I don't think O'Malley realizes it!

Adams: Jasmine does though and she's sick of Darcy's crap from the look of things!

That does seem to be the case as Jasmine ejects Darcy from the ringside area without a second thought! Darcy and O'Malley protest this but Jasmine stands firm whilst Agostino watches on whilst clutching his arm in pain and shaking it, trying to get some feeling back into the arm as Darcy reluctantly heads to the back! O'Malley turns around and nearly gets cut in two with a brutal spear by Agostino who calls for the end.

Simone: Are we about to see the Finishing Line from Agostino?

Adams: If yes, it's lights out for O'Malley!

Agostino measures up O'Malley as he gets back to his feet and goes for the Snapmare Neckbreaker, however O'Malley grabs Agostino's bad arm and takes him down before bending the arm at an unnatural angle and stomping on it! Agostino writhes around in pain but he quickly finds himself with bigger problems as O'Malley ties him into the Celtic Knot and makes sure to target Agostino's bad arm with the kick to break it!

Simone: Celtic Knot! Do we have a new champion!?

Adams: Looks like it! Stick a fork in Agostino, he's done!

O'Malley goes for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEEEEEEEEEWWWWW SCW INTERNET CHAMPION, O'MALLEY!

Simone: That title has passed hands from J2H to Caleb Storms to Agostino to Caleb then to Agostino and now it's O'Malley's turn as champ!

Adams: Don't forget, O'Malley now moves on to defend the title against Mac Bane at Into the Void X, we might see yet another title change on that night!

O'Malley leaves the ring with his newly won title as Darcy joins him on the ramp.

Simone: What a night it's been! We have a new Internet Champion and we're now ready for the landmark show, so join us next week for Climax Control 300! For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone saying good night everybody!

The camera fades to O'Malley holding up his newly won Internet championship.




Thank you! to Chris, Mark, AJ, The Lord MK, Gerrit, Mark Cross, Jen, Andy, Jay, Mercedes, Marge, Jazz, Dustin, JJ, Annie and Erik. Also again to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!