The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Pavilion, in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.

A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him. He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around at the fans filling the rows of seats around the building. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.

Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Pavilion, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.. and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!

The crowd cheers!

Justin: Now please help me welcome the Hostess With the Mostess for "Climax Control" -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

Amanda prances out onto the center stage, dressed like P!NK, with a short blonde spiked wing, long feathered earrings hanging from her lobes as she is dressed in a skin tight crystal embellished jumpsuit. She holds a microphone in one hand, as the other sits confidently on her hip. As the music begins to play, the performance to kick things off begins.

Amanda: I'm comin' up...

Dani: Cut the music..

Amanda looks forward, staying professional and goes to continue her performance. However, the familiar voice of Dani is heard once more.

Dani: I. SAID. CUT. THE. MUSIC.!

The music comes to a complete stop, with the sound of a needle skipping across the vinyl, causing Amanda's eyes to grow wide with confusion.

Dani: Thank Christ for that.. each and every week it's like listening to a cat being strangled to death.

Danielle Weston appears on the top of the stage with a microphone in hand. Her appearance is met with a chorus of boos from the Philly crowd. Her long brown hair cascading down around her shoulders, with a half of it tied up in a high ponytail that sits proudly on the top of her head. Dressed in an all-black v neck skin tight jumpsuit, emerald green heels on her feet that tap against the steel rampway as she makes her way over towards a stunned Amanda.

Dani: Hit the bricks, Hugginkiss..

She fires a thumb over her shoulder, as if to direct Amanda off the stage. Amanda stands her ground, but Dani doesn't flinch from her spot.

Dani: Are you deaf? Pack your shit and bugger off.

The crowd hurl a loud chorus of boss towards Dani, as Amanda just shrugs her shoulders and bows out in front of the fans before heading towards the back. She takes her leave with a final kiss blown to the crowd, which causes Dani to roll her eyes in disgust. Her attention switches back to the SCW fans in which she has no desire to be standing in front of longer than she has to. She rubs her glossed lips together before parting them to speak into the microphone. The fans try to cut her off with boos before she can speak.

Dani: Oh, shut up.. you really think your boos are going to deter me from what I have to say tonight?

The fans rain down a chorus of boos towards Dani, who can't wipe the smug smile from her face.

Dani: Just goes to show, Philadelphia really is a delusional state... goes hands in hand with being called the dirtiest city by Forbes magazine..

The boos continue but so does Dani.

Dani: I mean look at all of you, this place reeks of desperation.. I think the icing on the cake is how you all think you're culinary masterminds for inventing the Philly cheesesteaks, but let's be honest.. inspiration wasn't hard to find, when you were forced to look at your greasy, pusy, pimpled faces every day.. I mean you might as well resign to the fact that you are what you eat.. so it's no surprise to me, you all cream yourselves over stale bread, grizzled meat and mystery cheese sauce.

The crowd gets louder with their response to Dani Weston, who seems to be working them like putty in her hands.

Dani: Boring. No substance. Grease balls.

The smug smile on Dani's face said it all, she was proud of herself and how the fans were booing her almost out of the building. She brings the microphone back up to her lips.

Dani: What else is Philadelphia world famous for? The Rocky stair run, which by the looks of it... is the last time anyone in this shit hole did any cardio.

She looked into the crowd, working the ramp as she paced in her pinpoint heels. As the fans pelted boos at her.

Dani: Oh come on, that one was punchy.. now I could do this all night, you know because I've got the stamina.. unlike you all, I add weights to my barbell, while you stack yours on your waistlines... but I've got a more pressing issue to discuss.

She couldn't help but chuckle before turning her attention towards the camera.

Dani: Mikah.. Mikah.. Mikah.. why so quiet? Why no response, I mean we all know you watched the show last week.. Your pathetic little tweet to Hot Stuff confirms it. It's just a shame you have decided to gloss over my challenge. Am I not a threat to you? Are you not chasing redemption from our last match where I took your Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Championship away from you.. or maybe, just maybe you're shacked up in your Hawaiian beach home shaking in your louboutins?

Dani couldn't help but smirk, she was loving this.

Dani: Or maybe my lack of men in my challenge, left you confused and your simple one track mind couldn't compute that I was challenging you.. maybe you've been out of the game for so long that I set my target on the wrong woman, after all I thought you were the best there was, the best there is that Sin City Wrestling has to offer... and yet, your silence has proven to me that you're simply hiding the fact that the ship has sailed for you. Maybe you feel like your glory days are over..

The crowd boos towards Dani's disrespect to the hall of famer.

Dani: I don't give a flying fuck what you're self loathing about now Mikah...

Her focus on the camera before her was unmatched as she stared down the lens.

Dani: All I care about is you accepting my challenge and trust me, you will because I will use any and all means necessary to have your name signed on a contract for High Stakes, next to mine

The smug look was almost glowing on Dani's face.

Dani: Even if I have to plan a little visit to the ones you call your nearest and dearest..

She smirked wildly.

Dani: All I'm going to say is that you're running out of time to accept my challenge.. and I'm running out of time to find a replacement, so do me a solid Mikah, get off your ass, stop soaking up the rays of island time, dust off your boots and face me.. be the hometown hero in New York at High Stakes..

Dani licked her lips before she wrapped this one up.

Dani: Deep down you know you want to..

She looked out into the sea of SCW fans before she spoke into the microphone one last time.

Dani: Sooner rather than later Mikah, so I can get up and out of this shit pit city and backward ass state..

She dropped the microphone with a thud, before turning on her heels and making her way to the back. Dani was sent off with a chorus of boos before the cameras dashed from Dani walking away and disappearing behind the curtains, they were now fixated on Jason and Belinda.

Simone: I just - I just can not believe the changes in the attitude of Dani Weston! You know who she's reminding me of now?

Adams: Bobbie Dahl?

Simone: Well, I didn't want to say it but...

Belinda nods and then looks to the camera.

Simone: Still, interruptions aside, we have a great show for you this evening as we draw ever closer to the Grand Prix of professional wrestling; High Stakes XI! We kick things off tonight when Miles Kasey enters the ring against SCU's own Alex Rush!

Adams: Then it's a match between two of the best SCW has ever seen! The record breaking Myra Rivers goes one on one against the Icon, Roxi Johnson!

Simone: In a non-title match, World Champion Amber Ryans goes up against former champion Seleana Zdunich!

Adams: Alicia Lukas doesn't think Keira Fisher-Johnson deserves her shot at the Internet title at High Stakes XI, and tonight she is out to prove it in the ring! And ...! If Alicia wins, she gets added to the Internet title match!

Simone: Last week it was the Bombshells, and this week it is a Superstars Clash of the Champion when Internet Champion Caleb Storms goes one on one against Roulette Champion "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart!

Adams: And in the Main Event! The World Mixed Tag titles are on the line as Tempest and Austin James Mercer defend against Lincoln Daniels and Violet Amelia Holt!

Simone: All this and more on SCW Climax Control!




Dawn Barnes moves into the ring where she checks on the ropes. Justin Decent climbs the ring steps and slides between the ropes into the ring and moves to the center of the ring where he brings the microphone to his lips.

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

"Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon starts pumping through the speakers as Miles Kasey bops out onto the ramp in rhythm with the beat. He bounces in place twice before bolting towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, running into the adjacent ropes and handstand springboarding backwards into a superhero pose as the fans go crazy!

Justin: From Manchester United Kingdom...weighing two hundred fifteen pounds...Miles Kasey!

Gold stars start to flash around the stage entrance as the arena lights start to drop out and a voice is heard saying "Do you wanna get rocked?" The name Alex Rush appears on the screen and the fans instantly burst in to cheers as Def Leppards "Let's Get Rocked" blasts through the speakers.

Justin: And his opponent...

Adams:Miles Kasey looks ready to face his opponent who is coming out right now.

Simone: And there he is!

Justin: From Westminister, London, England, weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds, he is Alex Rush!

Smoke appears at the top of the ramp as a spotlight hits the entrance way to see the back of a long haired man with one hand in the air holding up the devil horns sign. He turns around to more cheers as the spotlight shines on the face of Alex Rush! A line of security as seen either side of him as the lights brighten to show fans "held back" by security at the top of the ramp. Alex is wearing black leather pants with a red stripe down either side, a white shirt with the devill horns hand sign on in a faded gray colour. Around his wrist, a multi coloured scarf is tied. He looks to the held back fans and wave a hand at them in a presidential fashion before making his way down to the ringside area. Alex steps up the steps and through the middle and top rope and in to the center of the ring, his arms in the air with the devil horns sign as gold sparks fall from the roof. Alex reaches down, removing his shirt and throws it to the crowd as he waits for the match to start.

Simone: Both these men are pretty much equally ready for this match.

Adams: That is a good thing, because Dawn just called for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Alex and Miles move to the middle of the ring. The two shake hands and then begin to circle in the middle of the ring. Miles lunges towards Alex who sidestepped the attack. Kasey stumbles forward and turns to see Alex smiling and holding out his hand to shake once more. Miles shakes his head and then the pair lock up in a collar and elbow tie up that neither can leverage until Alex manages to turn the hold into a headlock. Miles pushes him into the ropes and as Alex comes off the ropes, Miles Kasey sets himself solidly. Rush hits the body of Miles and drops to the mat. Miles looks at Alex on the mat then charges across the ring to bounce off the ropes. Alex throws himself in front of the rebounding Kasey forcing him to leap over him. Miles stops as Alex gets to his feet and looks over the crowd unaware that Miles is behind him. Turning around, the smile on Rush's face fades as Miles begins to use right hands to back Alex into the corner. Alex brings his arms up to protect his head as Kasey is pushed back by Dawn Barnes.

Adams: Miles taking control and Alex doesn't want to have that happen. Not if he wants to win that is.

Miles moves back to the middle of the ring while Alex straightens up and checks himself out. Patting himself down, he assures himself that he is ok then wags his finger at Miles as he walks out of the corner. Miles nods in acknowledgement as the two begin to circle again. Alex points towards the fans who are chanting which distracts Kasey and allows Alex to take advantage and drop Miles with a quick clothesline. Celebrating, Alex moves away from Miles who kips to his feet and charges towards Alex who sidesteps the attack and hits a drop toe hold on Kasey again dropping him to the mat. Hitting the canvas face first, Miles curls up in pain as he clutches his face. Alex rolls to his hands and knees and seeing Miles on the mat, crawls over to roll him to his back and attempts a pin on downed Miles. Dawn drops to the mat but isn't able to count as Miles pushes his shoulder off the mat with dislodges Rush who gets to his feet. Miles rolls towards the ropes and pulls himself up by the ropes. Alex charges towards him with a kick attempt but Miles throws himself to the side which causes Rush to crotch himself on the top rope.

Simone: Oh no, that is going to leave a mark.

Grabbing himself, Alex falls back on the mat in pain as Miles gets to his feet. Alex is rolling on the canvas close to the ropes as Kasey moves towards him. Miles reaches down and pulls Alex up by the hair and then whips him into the corner where he lays against the turnbuckle. Miles moves towards Alex who holds his hands up in surrender then drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring just as Kasey reaches for him. Alex backs away from the ring as Miles drops to the mat and rolls out after him. Alex rushes over the ringsteps and then crawls into the ring to escape. Kasey rushes around the ring and crawls in after him. Alex crawls away and out of the ring once more. Miles stops and slams his hands on the canvas as Alex taunts him from the outside. Laughing, Alex turns and plays to the crowd as Miles gets to his feet and then rushes to the corner before leaping on the top rope and launches himself off the top and takes Alex down in the ringside area. Miles gets to his feet as Alex is laid out and breathing hard on the outside. Miles rolls into the ring and breaks up the count before Dawn gets to six.

Adams: Miles Kasey took out Alex Rush on the outside with that dive.

Simone: Poor Alex is down and out on the floor.

Miles drops and rolls out of the ring once more, picking up Alex and tossing him back under the bottom rope where he lays on the canvas. Miles crawls in after him and then drags him towards a corner. Rush lays on the mat as Kasey climbs the turnbuckles and gets to the top rope. Miles launches off the top rope for a frog splash but Alex manages to get his knees up and Kasey lands hard on them that drives the air from his lungs. Clutching his chest, Kasey rolls to the ropes and lays on the bottom one as he reaches up to pull himself to his feet. Alex himself rolls to the opposite ropes and pulls himself to his feet as well. The two men look across the ring and then charge at each other taking themselves to the mat with double clotheslines. Dawn checks on both as they breath heavily on the canvas. Alex rolls to his stomach as Miles who is closer to the corner pulls himself backwards to the turnbuckles and lays there in pain.

Simone: Both men are really putting their bodies on the line in this match. I didn't think that either man wanted to disappoint the fans and it shows.

Reaching up to the ropes, Miles Kasey pulls himself into a vertical position but still rests against the turnbuckles as Alex uses the ropes to pull himself up to rest against them. Miles Kasey moves out of the corner but Rush turns and charges at Miles and ducks under a clothesline attempt before turning, catching Miles around the waist and hitting an atomic drop on Kasey that has him in pain. Alex moves towards him and then grabbing him by the back of the neck, he rushes off to the ropes and then uses the momentum to take Kasey off his feet with a sliced bread number two that bounces the two of them off the mat. Both are once more laying on the mat. Miles fights to his hands and knees as Alex rolls to the side and rises as well. Reaching out for Miles, Rush is surprised as Kasey rises quickly and takes him off his feet with an exploder suplex. Alex skids across the ring to land against the turnbuckles. Miles kicks up and lands on his feet before turning to the corner where Alex is pulling himself to his feet. Alex backs away from the corner but Miles grabs him by the back of the head and slams his face into the turnbuckle. The fans count each time the face of Alex hits the turnbuckle.

Simone: Alex rush is staggering with each blow to the head.

Alex staggers back slightly as Kasey looks at him then charges back into the corner where he jumps on the bottom rope then the second rope on the other side of the turnbuckle before hitting his Blast from the Past cutter on the rockstar that lands him on the canvas. Miles rolls him over then grabbing the leg of Rush, he rolls him up for the pin.

ONE!

Adams: Poor Alex Rush. The victim of the Blast from the Past.

TWO!

Adams: He's not moving Belinda. Alex might just be down for the count.

Simone: Wait a minute Jason, Alex is moving and kicking trying to escape the count.

THREE!

Adams: Too late, the win belongs to Miles Kasey

Miles gets to his feet as Dawn signals for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match, Miles Kasey!

Miles has his arm raised in victory then Barnes checks on Alex who is slowly rising to his feet. Alex moves towards Kasey and then reaches for his arm and holds it up once more before leaving Kasey in the ring. Alex makes his way up the ramp as Throne plays over the venue and Kasey continues to celebrate his win.

Adams: Miles Kasey celebrating a hard won victory tonight Belinda.

Simone: And Alex Rush gave him the respect in the middle of that ring.

Miles moves to the ropes and them sliding between them, he head up the ramp to the chants of the fans.




Myra Rivers is in a reflective mood at the moment. She's in the locker room, looking at a picture of something that is bringing back a positive, happy moment for her. The vibe that she is giving off is definitely more of a loose vibe than the audience has ever seen her in, even in spite of her recent adversity. She notices the camera and begins to express her thoughts.

Myra: I know what my match against Roxi is tonight... or at least what it is supposed to be. It is supposed to be a "pressure situation" because here I am, coming off of two heartbreaking world title match losses, facing someone that is going to be challenging for the world title at High Stakes. I'm supposed to be going into this thing completely nervous as hell and ready to fall apart and collapse like I have time and time again. I'm supposed to be putting all of this pressure on myself with the whole narrative being that if I don't beat Roxi, my confidence will be destroyed before High Stakes and that I'll be seen as someone who will never be a world title contender again. I'm supposed to feel burdened, as if the weight of my reputation is on my shoulders to the point where I am defeating myself before I even begin. I was supposed to feel scared and worried throughout the week. And yet, I am feeling NONE of that. Prior to Violent Conduct, I'd be feeling like this match would be a "can't afford to lose" situation, but now? It's not.

Not for ME anyway...

That burden is on Roxi tonight.

Now that I know how to get to where I want to be, now that I know what my true, pure wholesome self in this business has been before and will be again, now that I realize what I had always been when I am at my absolute best... I feel as if I am as free as a bird. There is no pressure on these shoulders. There is no burden at all. My confidence can only skyrocket. There's no way it will plunge to the extent that it did after Violent Conduct for a while. For the first time in more than a decade I can finally feel... dare I say...

...happy...

REAL happiness!

God, when was the last time I felt even a GLIMMER of true happiness when it came to this wrestling business that wasn't connected to a championship at all? Roxi, tonight? I hate to say it. But you are coming into this match carrying those burdens and feelings that I just described: feelings and burdens that I had carried with me for YEARS, starting from WAY back before I even entered this company. You walk around here with your 'content but not satisfied' attitude and I already know you are going to be crushed confidence wise should you lose tonight. You are going to wonder how the hell you are going to beat Amber and Christina at High Stakes if you can't even beat me.

Let me show you something really quick...

Myra turns the picture around to show herself being happy and carefree at a company Christmas party in 2010. There are no signs of any championship-related or any wrestling related objects in the distance. Myra is surrounded by fans, family and friends... not by any other wrestlers.

Myra: This was me... at just about as perfect a bliss as I could be in my career. I was in the middle of a world championship reign at the time, but I didn't CARE about that at the moment. I was just having fun and being myself. This was when I knew how to turn off the switch and actually be a person outside of the wrestling ring once the bright lights turned off for the night. This is who I am working on being again, Roxi. I may not be done with this rediscovery journey yet and I may still have so much more to do and so far more to go... but I know in my heart that I've made enough progress to be able to beat you tonight even if most of the pundits out there are writing me off going in. It's not just because of how much stronger I am quickly becoming, but it's about the fact that it's becoming harder for you to turn off that switch I mentioned. You are basing your satisfaction on wins and championships now. Tying with Christina left you unsatisfied, but to be honest, even if you outright won the match, you wouldn't be satisfied.

You can't be satisfied unless you have the world title at this point.

That's what is going to cost you in the end: against me and at High Stakes too.

Take it from someone who went through the same mindset you are going through right now when I had my two cracks and failed.

And Jessie? I know you'll be watching.

Take this as a preview of what you'll experience at High Stakes. Because while my journey to fully rediscover and bring back the Myra Rivers of before isn't done just yet... I PROMISE YOU... that by High Stakes? It will be... and when it is... you have NO IDEA what's coming for you in that Chamber of Xtreme match.

Myra puts down the picture on her lap and continues to calmly collect herself and reflect on so much more of what is coming her way as the scene cuts out.




The scene opens backstage where we see Jessie Salco watching footage of the Exploding Barbed Wire Death Match between Amber Ryan and Myra Rivers, right as the match ends the footage cuts and Jessie lets out a deep breath.

Jessie: So that's what I can expect.

Jessie mutters as she starts to walk towards the entrance ramp.

Jessie: I'd better be prepared for anything come High Stakes XI!

Jessie adds before she walks off.




The beginning of "No Good Bastards" by Tom Macdonald begins to play on the arena sound system. Mac is stopped dead in his tracks by the crowd's reaction to his appearance. Not silence, not being boo'd but quite the opposite. He begins to smile an evil smile as the crowd starts to sing along.

Crowd: "I'm not big on fighting these days, but I don't call the cops
And I'm not big on scrapping lately, when I start, I don't stop
I just need one more person to hate me, talk that talk
One more problem might make me kill them all
I'm a heartbreaker, ass kicker
I'm a hot trigger, nasty words
I got two fingers for ass-kissers
I'm an asshole, dirtbag, no good bastard"

He continues down the ramp and to the ring as the crowd continues to sing along. His smile broadens as he enters the ring and the music fades away. By now everyone has seen the news of him signing with OCW, the crowd breaks into a "Please don't go" chant as he asks for a microphone.

Mac Bane: Oh...don't worry about that, I'm not going anyfuckingwhere! You can bet on that! The other thing you can bet on is this...

The crowd explodes as he drops the microphone down by his side for a moment to take them in and their reaction.

Mac Bane: There will be carnage!

He drops the microphone and exits the ring as the crowd begins singing him to the back just as they did on his way to the ring.




Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control and we have a special guest joining us commentary for our next match! Myra Rivers has been looking to get back on the winning track since she lost two World Bombshell Title Matches to Amber Ryan, one of which ended her record setting 350 day reign as Bombshell Roulette Champion, and in a few weeks she will face our guest on commentary in a Chamber of Extreme Match.

Jessie: But before she can even think about doing that, she has to contend with Roxi Johnson tonight!

Indeed, the camera pans over to show Jessie Salco sitting at the commentary booth.

Adams: Err, yeah! The last time these two Floridians faced off was in Myra's last successful defence of the Bombshell Internet Title, all the way back at Into the Void X! Now Roxi is looking to avenge that loss.

Jessie: Yeah well, getting past Myra won't be easy but that's something Roxi knows all too well! Let's take it to Justin!

Simone: THAT'S MY LINE!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The opening keyboard notes of "The Touch" begin on the PA system. Stan Bush's voice rings out and soon the power chords kick in to begin the song. The cameras pan around the arena, and soon, spotted in amongst the fans, is Roxi Johnson slowly making her way through them, slapping the fans five and getting patted on the shoulders as he moves through the swarm of fans.

Justin: Introducing first, from Tampa, Florida and representing Team Hero, Roxi Johnson!

The fans continuing singing with the song as Roxi continues her journey through them, stopping and singing along with them. She treks onward, seemingly greeting every fan, before she is lifted on top of the fans and they crowd surf her towards the ring, imitating a superhero "flying" motion. She makes it and lands on her feet on the arena floor to which she high fives the closest fan before climbing up on the apron and climbing the turnbuckle and raising her arms in the air to massive cheers. She jumps down from the top turnbuckle and lands in the ring and begins jumping up and down in an exercising manner as the music cuts out.

Simone: Some might say that you've become the unofficial third member of Team Hero since you mended fences with them Jess.

Jessie: Meh, if I was a member I'd be less a straight up hero and more of a Punisher style Anti-Hero!

Adams: I can't really argue that point, in any case, the last time we saw Roxi in action was in the Disneyworld show's main event where there was some controversy because both she and Crystal Zdunich got the pin on Mercedes Vargas in a match meant to determine Amber's next challenger, it's since been determined that it will be a triple threat match at High Stakes XI and a win here would be a great momentum boost for Roxi!

Justin: And her opponent!

"Come to Life" by Alter Bridge hits the speakers and the crowd lets out a strong reaction of support as Myra Rivers appears on the stage, already looking to take care of business. She heads down the ramp momentarily pausing at the bottom to give a quick smile at anyone nearby that is letting her know that they are behind her.

Justin: From Miami, Florida, please welcome Myra Rivers!

Once the chorus starts, she gets inside of the ring and walks up to the opposite corner, adjacent to the ring announcer. She leans against the corner, focused and determined for her upcoming match, revelling in the continued showering of love the crowd is raining upon her.

Simone: As previously mentioned, these ladies last faced off in Myra's last Bombshell Internet Title defence.

Jessie: Nine defences and they never once thought about giving me a shot at her, it'll be my job at High Stakes XI to show what would've happened if they did!

Adams: In any case, it's a clash of Florida tonight! Not to mention the Floridian we have joining us at the commentary booth!

Drew goes over the rules with Myra and Roxi and they nod to confirm that they understand the rules before Drew calls for the bell, but not before the two veteran Bombshells start things off with a handshake.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And our second match of the night is underway with a show of mutual respect between Roxi and Myra!

Adams: It's a great thing to see, especially after Char attacked Azurine at the start of their match last week.

Jessie: We'll see how long that lasts!

Once the bell rings Roxi and Myra lock up in the middle of the ring before Roxi transitions into a side headlock, Myra counters this by backing Roxi into the ropes and sending her across the ring breaking Roxi's grip and on the rebound Myra goes for a clothesline! Roxi ducks under the attempt and on the rebound she hits Myra with a Hurricanrana! Roxi holds on for the cover as Drew gets into position to count the first pin fall of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

And Myra counters it into a roll-up off her own!

ONE!

TWO!

And Roxi gets the shoulder up.

Simone: I think it's safe to say that Myra's counter caught Roxi off guard!

Adams: They are two of the best in the Bombshell Division.

Jessie: Maybe, but can either of them hang with me in the Chamber of Extreme?

Both Floridians gets back to their feet and this time it's Roxi that makes the first move as the redhead starts throwing some punches at Myra, Myra for her part proves that she can give as good as she can take by firing back and a brawl ensues between the two Bombshells in the middle of the ring, Roxi is able to duck a wild right hand after a few minutes and knees Myra in the gut as soon as she turns around before connecting with a Powerbomb! Roxi grabs Myra's legs for a high stake from a standing position as she goes for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And this proves to be a big mistake as Myra gets out of the pin-fall by locking Roxi in a Triangle Choke!

Simone: A rare mistake by Roxi there, you can't leave yourself open to a submission specialist like Myra!

Adams: And Myra has that Triangle Choke locked in tight, that's something you'll have to look out for in the Chamber of Extreme Jessie.

Jessie: I know, and I've been working on a way to get out of that hold on the side!

Drew was already in position to count Roxi's pin, so he doesn't have to adjust much in terms of checking if Roxi wants to submit to Myra's submission hold! However, the SCW Hall of Famer refuses to submit to Myra's submission hold and starts trying to find a way out of it, she initially ties to take a page out of Amber Ryan's book by punching her way out of it but when that doesn't work Roxi resorts to the old faithful, namely by getting her feet on the ring ropes and forcing Myra to break the hold which she wastes no time in doing.

Simone: That submission hold could've ended the night for Roxi!

Jessie: Myra made a mistake by breaking it up so soon, I won't make the same mistake.

Adams: And risk disqualification?

Jessie: In a Chamber of Extreme Match?

Jessie's counterargument shuts Jason up but back in the ring, Roxi is still reeling from the Triangle Choke and this gives Myra a chance to hit Roxi with a Tornado DDT! Myra goes for the pin!

ONE!

Jessie: That Tornado DDT was almost as good as the Circle Pit!

TWO!

Simone: That was the most backhanded compliment I've heard all month!

And Roxi kicks out!

Adams: Backhanded or not, it still wasn't enough to put Roxi away!

Myra however has clearly decided that the match has gone on long enough and calls for the Dream Crusher! Myra waits for Roxi to get back to her feet and when she does Myra sets her up for the Corkscrew Neckbreaker! However just as she goes for the move Roxi reverses out of it and hits Myra with the Eye of the Hurricane! Roxi quickly goes for a pin and Jacob gets into position!

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: And Myra kicks out but Myra could've had Roxi there if she had hit the Dream Crusher!

Jessie: Off course she was going to get countered, Jason didn't get a chance to say, "stick a fork in Roxi, she's done"!

Adams: Where you sent out here to steal our lines!? In any case Roxi is now giving Myra a taste of her own medicine with the Sharpshooter!

Drew gets into position to ask Myra if she wants to submit to Roxi's Sharpshooter, but she refuses and starts fighting her way to the ring ropes, Myra manages to reach the ring ropes in no time at all but rather than break the hold Roxi instead drags her back to the middle of the ring! However, Roxi loses her grip along the way allowing Myra to kick Roxi away, but Roxi bounces off the ropes and uses the momentum to roll up Myra!

ONE!

TWO!

And Myra reverses it into her own Roll Up!

ONE!

TWO!

And Roxi kicks out! After a few moments both Bombshells get back to their feet, but they go for the same move, a running clothesline, and instead knock each other down!

Simone: This would be a good time for any future opponents of Roxi or Myra to interfere!

Jessie: Are you talking about me?

Simone: You, Amber, whatever the bosses have in mind for the Halloween show, it could be anyone!

Jessie: Anyone but me, I'm just out here to scout Myra!

Adams: Regardless, Myra is starting to stir!

Myra gets to her feet first and sees that Roxi is still down! She uses this opportunity to go for a pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Roxi kicks out! However, Myra has (once again) had enough of this match and calls for her other finisher!

Simone: We don't see this often but Myra's going for the Regal Bomb!

Jessie: Why not? Roxi got out of the Dream Crusher so why shouldn't she try for the other finisher!

Adams: If she hits this I don't think Roxi can get out of it!

Myra goes for the Gory Bomb, but Roxi blocks it before sending Myra flying with a Hurricanrana the moment Myra manages to get her up for the move! Sensing an opportunity Roxi uses it to hit Myra with the Ray of Hope!

Simone: Ray of Hope! Roxi hits it!

Jessie: Huh, didn't see this coming.

Adams: I'm just as surprised as you are Jess but stick a fork in Myra, she's done!

Roxi goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, Roxi Johnson!

Simone: Roxi gets her win back from Myra in a hard fought battle!

Adams: And I bet that was very useful for you Jessie.

Jessie: You could say that but regardless I'll be spending the next week devising my own counters for Myra's stuff! Until then, I'm off!

Jessie leaves the commentary booth as Roxi celebrates, however as she heads up the ramp she locks eyes with Myra and mouths "do better at High Stakes or don't waste my time" at her before heading up the ramp.




The lights in the arena shut off, leaving the entire space pitch black. The screen at the top of the ramp flashes to life with the words: DO YOU BELIEVE? Knowing what is coming the fans roar to life just as the PA blasts out the opening lyrics to the theme in the most booming fashion.

Two spotlights shine down on the stage as a remixed version of 30 Seconds to Mars "Walk on Water" plays through the PA system. Standing in the middle of the stage where the lights intersect is Kristopher Ryans.

Justin: From Jet City! KRISTOPHER RYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYANS!

The fans erupt with applause as he makes his way down the ramp. The white club symbol appears on the screen behind him. As he gets down to the bottom of the ramp, the camera passes him, circling around his side to see the orange letters on his white shorts reading "MIRACLE" down his right leg. We get behind him as he ascends the stairs, seeing that the back of his jacket displays the KR logo in the same shade of orange. He walks one side of the ring before stepping between the ropes. As he enters the ring he reaches into the inside pocket of the jacket and produces a microphone from it. The music cuts off, leaving just the cheering ovation from the crowd. Kris lets it roll on for a few seconds before cutting them off.

Kris: Now come on.... You all keep cheering like that and all these ladies and douchebags in the back are going to get even more jealous of me than they already are...

It earns him another round of cheers that he cuts off much more quickly.

Kris: ....even though I could listen to this all day, I do unfortunately have to keep it moving. Apparently since I'm not holding something shiny and heavy I can't be monopolizing all of the screen time.

The fans in attendance boo the thought of one of the greats being hurried out of the spotlight.

Kris: No worries though. I don't have to waste a lot of time to say what I came out here to say. After all, there's not much that I need to do in order to sell a match with J2H3...

He pauses for a moment, wanting to phrase his words carefully.

Kris: I mean just look at what he has done in this company. Then look at what I have done. Put them side by side. We are the only worthy opponents for each other on paper. Our accomplishments nearly offset one another if you were to start scratching them off. We're both at the top of just about every record worth having in this company.

He could continue to go on, but he wasn't telling the crowd anything they didn't know already.

Kris: The Battle of the Great Ones? I didn't need a fancy headline to know that this was a once in a lifetime kind of match. I knew that back in the sham tag match earlier this year. I heard the fans when we got in the ring together.

He shrugs.

Kris: I had to put down Caleb Storms just to show that there wasn't any rust on my game. Everyone knows I'm serious about this one. You can trust when I say that nobody should miss this one...

He drops the microphone at his side and mouths the word "nobody" to the camera again before his music blasts through the PA again. As he makes his exit from the ring the feed cuts elsewhere in the arena.




Normally this would be the point where the camera would cut backstage to a stand-by on an interviewer or loitering backstage in hopes of finding something interesting- however this time the feed cuts to a camera that seems to be trying to be a little more... discrete. Through a door left ajar, the footage trains in on the World Bombshells Champion, Amber Ryan half-heartedly invested in a conversation with new Talent Relations staff member Cassiopeia Mares.

Despite the distance, the camera very clearly picks up the healing remains of a bloody lip and a discrete bruise on the champion's cheek. Far more focused on her pre-match routine though, Amber's expression remains rather apathetic as Cassie stands before the Painted Hurricane with hands firmly clasped around a folder that she keeps close to her body, watching the redhead expectantly.

Amber: You honestly don't expect me to sit here and justify that with an answer. What do you expect is going to happen when a guy walks up to... basically anyone and says... Well, let's just say it's something I'd not exactly like to repeat.

Looking up from her prior preoccupation with the lacing of her lime green and magenta tie-dyed odd converse sneakers- Amber gives Cassie the kind of raised eyebrow look that suggests that she could only imagine what might fill in the proverbial blanks.

Cassie brings the folder up and turns through its pages.

Cassie: I've long learned not to expect anything specific from you, Miss Ryan. Your moniker's an accurate one. You're difficult to predict, so I don't expect you to do anything ...

She checks the last page, nods, and closes the folder against her chest; ochre-coloured paper contrasting sharply with her bright red business suit.

Cassie: Other people though? They're very predictable. Especially when there's a power imbalance at work. I've got no doubt you did what you felt you had to do, but your cause had an effect - blood on the floorboards attracts lawyers, like sharks and water. Plus ...

Something briefly flashes across her face, contorting it. Testing it for just a second before passing. Awkwardly squatting within the confines of her skirt, she reached into the kitbag nearby and handed Amber a roll of black kinesio tape.

Cassie: There was a little collateral damage. Wrong place, wrong time-type scenario.

Cautiously Amber accepts the tape roll, her curiosity similarly piqued as she appears almost confused for a moment.

Amber: What kind of... I mean, it's not hard to believe. It's all a bit of a blur for sure.

The tearing of tape cuts through the brief silence that falls between them.

Amber: Whatever happened, I didn't mean... I mean that guy for sure, he got off pretty fucking light...

Amber leans back into the metal lockers, squinting her eyes while visibly trying to rack her brains for details as the tape loosely hangs between her fingers. Finding her composure after a few tense moments, Amber leans back forward, her elbows resting in her knees as she draws into eye line with Cassie.

Amber: What happens now... Is this- is this a break up? Cause I wasn't emotionally prepared for trying to repair more bridges than necessary. Burning them is easy, like that's a fucking hobby- but if you're about to tell me you're gonna just walk well...

More confusion from the redhead, the flickers of a half-smile seeming to fluctuate with uncertainty and probably the last remnants of a hangover.

For long seconds threatening to become even longer minutes, Cassie just looks at Amber. Passive, cool. Detached like the cold legalese in the pages clutched to her chest. Then the sun finds a vehicle in her smile and it all becomes brilliant and bright.

Cassie: I think you've misunderstood me, Miss Ryan. This isn't the end - just the beginning of what I can tell is already going to be a beautiful friendship.

She taps a forefinger against the folder in her crossed arms.

Cassie: You can't make money from paying people to hurt each other without becoming just as adept at the potential implications of that business model when it comes to the law. The company has some very high-powered, very expensive lawyers on retainer for just such a situation. Or two.

Pursing her lips, Cassie shrugged her shoulders.

Cassie: I made some calls, visited their offices. Did a little investigating into the characters of your accusers. I guess you could call me a detective of sorts. Like one of those old-fashioned gumshoes with the fashionable hats. Anyway, as we speak the relevant hush money, threats-dressed-up-as-advice and other legalisms are being dispensed.

She nodded.

Cassie: The matter is closed, and you can get back to the business of hurting people for receipt of money, rather than having to pay indirectly for the privilege.

Albeit skeptically, Amber allows the smile to blossom into completion with a further raised eyebrow, so high it might simply launch off the edge of her hairline. Trying to ignore the tightening in her chest that came with reference to gumshoes, another off-handed remark that harkened back to a different time. Coincidence, certainly. Use of language, still to be determined.

Amber: It just goes away...

Amber snaps her fingers, never pulling her eye contact from the aloof business stare Cassie wore.

Amber: No questions asked?

Likely unwilling to show how impressed she was, Amber simply nods approvingly. As she goes to speak again, heavy footsteps close in down the corridor cause the camera person to jolt back and the footage cuts to the approaching figure of Amber's husband and former SCW World Heavyweight Champion Mac Bane approaching the locker room- paying very little attention to the camera now trained on his otherwise passive half smile. Stepping past the camera person and opening the door to the locker room he pauses for a moment as though realizing he's stepping into a conversation without context. In the meantime the camera person has seized the opportunity to be more blatant with their filming now as though they've simply stumbled onto all of this 'organically'.

Turning towards the World Champion as he arrives, Cassie glances back towards Amber for a second.

Cassie: Just like that.

She extends a hand.

Cassie: Mister Bane - I don't think we've met. Cassiopeia Mares, Talent Relations.

Mac eyes Cassie warily, looking to Amber and back a few times before cautiously accepting her hand in his own.

Mac: I don't believe we have. Hope I'm not interrupting anything too important...

Apprehension dissolves almost into a curious smile as Cassie's bright and cheery demeanour seems at a direct contrast to Amber's in almost a comical level. Eyeing Amber, she responds with a simple shrug as if to suggest that she finds all of this a little ridiculous and has simply bought into the madness.

Mac: Can't imagine what a young lady like yourself would want with a bunch of raging assholes like us, but if Red hasn't put you through the door yet- then you must be doing something right.

Another side eye, albeit a little more expectantly and questioningly as to why Amber actually hasn't follows soon after, but is met with the same distant smirk the Bombshells champion was renowned for.

Cassie cocks her head to the side, as if thinking the idea through.

Cassie: I suppose I have my uses. Some people are very good at hurting other people - others prefer to help. I'd like to think I solve the little problems so you two can bring in the real money with merchandise and--Oh!

She wheels away towards a satchel leaning up against the wall. Rifling through, Cassie pulls out a small matt-grey box and glances at Amber.

Cassie: Speaking of that, do you want to see your new generation action figure?

Awkwardly, Amber puts on her best 'corporate' smile while exchanging glances with Mac who barely seems to be able to hold back his amusement at the dynamic between the pair.

Amber: As wonderful an idea as that might be, I think I need a little time to speak with Mac... You know, 'couples stuff', I'm sure you get the---

Cassie: It even has a little Championship title, they must think you're going to hold it forever!

She pauses with the figure clasped between her fingers, punching the air.

Cassie: Of course! Please, excuse me.

Stuffing the miniature Hurricane back into her satchel and slinging the bag over her shoulder, Cassie smiles again.

Cassie: Good luck tonight - try not to hurt them anymore than strictly necessary. Mister Bane - a pleasure to have met you!

More corporate tinged smile from Amber as she watches Cassie departing, even the energy in her wake seemingly to crackle effervescently.

Amber: I make no promises.

Her murmur is only met with a knowing smirk from Mac, as Cassie disappears spritely.

Mac: She seems like fun.

Amber: Don't even fucking go there, darling.

There's a playfulness that had been absent, however that doesn't last long as silence falls between Oblivion momentarily.

Mac: How long before you---

Amber cuts him off with the gentle waggle of a finger.

Amber: Just... enjoy it while it lasts, yeah?

Only then does the camera finally cut away, to wherever the night might lead next.




Justin: The following contest is a Non-Title match, and it is scheduled for one fall to a finish! Introducing first...!

The arena fades to black as the screen lights up and we are treated to an old school movie countdown image.

5

4

3

Suddenly the countdown is stopped by claws slashing through the image and a cat's roar sounds through the arena. Janet Jackson's "Black Cat" blasts through the speakers and Seleana Zdunich walks through the entranceway and makes her way to the ring, slapping hands along the way as the crowd cheers her on.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing one hundred and twenty five pounds - "The Cat" Seleana Zdunich!

Cheers!

Justin: And her opponent...!

Pulsing, red lights rolls over the crowd like a rising tide to the opening echoing thudding stomp and clap of 'Dust And Bone' by Syd Duran, fluctuating in time with the heavy beat as it continues into the opening vocals.

Most cheer in anticipation, but there are few who still jeer due to affiliations or just the fickle nature of a wrestling crowd on any given night. Atop the ramp, the lithe silhouette of the Distorted Angel seems to have materialized, soaking up the crowds reaction and energy. Fans reach out for acknowledgement and wave signs in the same way that others lean out over the rail as much as they dare to yell expletives and empty threats- some get a perceptive nod, a sly wink or perhaps even a kiss blown in sarcasm towards the most derisive. Fluidly, Amber circles the ring- beelining for a camera person before trying to mess with them or talking some shit down into the camera lens.

Justin: From Atlantic City, New Jersey, weighing one hundred and thirty-two pounds, she is the World Bombshell Champion - Amber Ryan!

Slipping under the rope, Amber doesn't call for fanfare nor adulation, just making her way to the closest turnbuckle so that she might leisurely perch herself on the top with hands clasped and elbows resting on her knees in rather non-plussed outside of the trademark sly smirk seemingly ever-present on her features.

Dawn Barnes calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

At the sound of the bell, both women emerge from out of their corners and circle the ring, sizing one another up. They then pause the begin, but just as Seleana tries to lock up but Amber does not give her the opportunity as she quickly buries a knee up into Zdunich's ribcage, doubling her over and driving the wind right out of her. The former multi-time World and Roulette champion stumbles back but Amber is right on her, throwing haymaker forearms into the side of her head, following up with a spinning back fist that knocks Seleana back against the near corner. Amber then grabs a hold of her hair and throws her across the ring with a hair whip.

Simone: Amber is playing rough, right from the very start of this match.

Adams: Hey it's how she won the World title and how she intends to remain the champ.

Seleana crashes hard and Amber poses for the fans, but the fans boo Amber who looks at them, questioning what she did that was so wrong. Amber moves towards Seleana and pulls her to her feet, slapping Seleana across the face. Seleana stumbles away but Amber stays on the attack. She grabs Seleana by the arm and brings her in close for a hard short-arm clothesline. Amber then stands with one boot on Seleana's throat, choking her out as she poses for the crowd who responds with boos and jeers while Dawn counts against her!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

But Amber breaks up the rule infraction before she can be disqualified.

Simone: This isn't winning her any fans.

Adams: Amber never seemed the type to care or not whether the fans support her.

Amber pulls Seleana to her feet but Seleana quickly sweeps her arms aside and leaps into the air, surprising Ryan with a picture perfect standing dropkick that sends Amber tumbling back head over heels!

Adams: Wow! Seleana making an aerial comeback from out of nowhere!

Seleana quickly grabs her and sets her up for an Irish whip but Amber reverses it! Seleana comes off the ropes where Amber catches her with a back body drop but Seleana again surprises her with a fluid sunset flip!

ONE!

TWO!

Amber kicks out!

Seleana pulls Amber to her feet and grabs her head, slamming her down with a hard snap DDT!

Simone: Did you see the way Amber's head just bounced off of the canvas!?

Seleana rolls Amber over and goes for another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Amber kicks out again!

Adams: Amber wouldn't be much of a champion if she couldn't take a beating!

Simone: AND come back for more!

Seleana pulls Amber to her feet and backs Amber into the near corner and she drives a shoulder into her midsection three times. She breaks at Dawn's request but then brings Amber out of the corner the hard way with a monkey flip, sending Ryan halfway across the ring! Seleana then grabs an arm and brings her to her feet. She Irish whips her into the another corner and charges in, but Amber moves out of the way and Seleana strikes the corner hard! The crowd boos as Amber begins a vicious assault to pay her opponent back for that DDT, pummeling her midsection with boot after boot before kicking a foot up and pressing it against her throat!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

And again Amber opts to break rather than be disqualified. Now Seleana sinks to her backside in the corner and Amber follows up, getting a running start and she slides into her opponent, striking her with a running knee! Amber then grabs two handfuls of Seleana's hair, dragging her roughly to a vertical base and she snapmares her over and kicks her in the back! Seleana cries out from the sharp pain as she arches her back!

Adams: Amber is really playing rough with Seleana!

Simone: Amber doesn't "play" with anyone.

Amber is all smiles as she drags Seleana up to a vertical base. She sends Zdunich into the ropes at top speed and swings for a clothesline but Seleana ducks under! Seleana comes off the far side and both women have the same idea: they lash out with a pair of superkicks to one another's faces and both strike lands hard, both women landing hard in a heap!

Simone: Of course.

Adams: It could have been worse. It could have been a double clothesline. At least this was unique!

Simone: Yes, that would certainly have been cliche.

Dawn checks over both women before she does her duty and begins to issue the mandatory count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Seleana is the first to her feet.

SIX!

SEVEN!

Seleana grabs Amber and swings but Amber ducks under and she scoops Seleana up around the waist from behind and brings her crashing down with a belly to back suplex! Amber sets her for an Irish whip into the ropes but Seleana counters and goes for a reversal. Amber ducks under the arm and runs her face-first into the far corner. Amber then grabs Seleana into a front facelock and brings her out of the corner and down into the canvas head-first with a Facebreaker DDT! Amber rolls her downed opponent over and makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Seleana kicks out!

Simone: Almost! A very close call for Amber!

Adams: Amber looks surprised that she didn't just put Seleana away.

Amber briefly is standing, arguing with Dawn over what she perceives to be a slow count before she returns to punishing her opponent. Amber pulls Seleana from the canvas but Seleana moves behind her and nails Amber with a leg sweep and immediately turns her over into a Boston crab!

Adams: Where the bloody hell did THAT come from??

Simone: Amber wasted too much time arguing with the official and now Seleana may pull off a huge win here tonight if she can force Amber to tap!

Dawn is right there asking but Amber shakes her head no, denying Zdunich the satisfaction! Seleana sits deep into the hold, applying even more pressure to the small of her back as Amber uses her forearms to prop herself up and alleviate the pressure! Amber then uses her leg strength to throw Seleana over onto her back with Amber kneeling on her shoulders for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

Seleana uses her legs to sunset flip Amber!

ONE!

TWO!

Amber rolls back and jackknifes Seleana in half!

ONE!

TWO!

Seleana kicks out!

The crowd applauds the display between both ladies!

Adams: The fans are really getting into this one!

Simone: Both Amber and Seleana are putting on a clinic for the SCW Universe!

Amber is back on her feet and she immediately charges the recovering Seleana, but Seleana catches her by surprise with an arm drag! Followed up by a second! Amber slams her fists into the mat and she comes in but this time is thrown over with a hip toss!

Adams: Sel is making her comeback!

Seleana drags her up from behind in a rear waist lock, hoping for a German suplex but Amber blocks it! Amber goes to deliver an elbow back into her head but Seleana ducks and as she turns around, Seleana catches Amber with a belly to belly suplex! Seleana with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Amber kicks out!

Seleana lays on the canvas for a few moments, catching her breath.

Simone: Seleana NEEDS to follow up.

Adams: She's tired, Bel.

Simone: I get that but every moment she takes to recover, she's giving Amber that exact same amount if time to do the same.

Seleana finally gets back to her feet as Amber also returns to a vertical base. Seleana nails her with open handed chops, driving Amber in to the corner!

Crowd: WOOO!!!

Simone: I love that. I really do.

Seleana then sends her into the far corner, or attempts to, but Amber reverses it! Amber races right in but Seleana leapfrogs up and over her! Seleana turns around and POW! Amber lays her out cold with a high knee strike!

Adams: Oh it's over! After that shot, it HAS to be!

Amber drags her up one last time, ducking behind her for a possible German suplex! But as Amber lifts her up, Seleana counters and lands on her feet behind Ryan! Seleana attempts a backslide, but Amber blocks it! Both women strain and struggle before Amber suddenly turns into the hold, lifts Seleana up and -

Adams: Sawdust In the Blood!

The Vertebreaker maneuver drives Seleana down hard into the mat! Amber with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner - Amber Ryan!

The fans boo but there are indeed scattered cheers as Dawn raises her arm in victory!

Simone: Amber continues her reign of dominance and comes out ahead of this one but my GOD did Seleana Zdunich give her the fight of her life!




The scene cuts to Andrea Hernandez, the SCW Bombshells Internet Champion. She sits down with her championship underneath a banner that has yet to be revealed. She is in a very content mood after her huge win last week and she's definitely maintaining that mood as she begins to express her thoughts.

Andrea: Last week, that IDIOT of an SCW Bombshells Roulette Champion actually tried to say that my Bombshells Internet Championship was already losing prestige even though I had not even wrestled a match since I won that title. It was, without question, one of the stupidest things that I had ever heard anyone say about me in my entire career, especially coming from someone that has had nothing but fluffy bunny title defenses. Sure enough, I silenced all the hype and all the hoopla about the winning streak that she put together by beating the bottom of the barrel like Maki and Bea Barnhart and I showed her who the superior champion was. Even if it was Krystal Wolfe, it was definitely a hell of a statement victory when you are able to go out there and you are able to beat another champion no matter how you slice it. I proved what I have been saying for some time now and that is that I deserve to be considered a worthy Internet Champion. Krystal got shut the fuck up real quick and that is only the beginning. Now? Let's focus on more pressing issues...

Andrea maintains her confidence as she snaps her fingers. Behind her, a "Re-Elect Andrea: High Stakes 2021" banner is revealed.

Andrea: It is now time to focus on my RE-ELECTION campaign and for me personally, it is SO much more than just going into High Stakes and retaining my championship. It's about proving that I am NOT another Mercedes Vargas, who can win a championship and not defend it successfully whatsoever. It is about ERASING the bullshit bad memory that I had to suffer last year when I dealt with the most humiliating, ego crushing defeat of my entire Sin City Wrestling career last year at High Stakes. It is about doing the IMPOSSIBLE and going wire to wire for a WHOLE SIN CITY WRESTLING SEASON... from last High Stakes to this High Stakes... undefeated. It is about maintaining my 2021 undefeated record. I may hold a record in SCW lore, male or female, of having gone as far as I have into any calendar year without a loss for all I know. Now, I know going in that Keira Fisher is going to be a campaign opponent no matter what. There is no denying that one way or another. I don't MIND Keira Fisher... at least not nearly as much as I used to... since we... well... 'settled differences' to say the least. I wouldn't mind facing her one on one knowing that I've beaten her many times before without her ever beating me and that all I would need to do to run the table wire to wire is to beat someone I know how to beat.

And yet...

That Internet title match at High Stakes isn't fully set in stone just yet...

Andrea takes a pause to herself as she thinks about that huge match between Keira and Alicia Lukas that is to come later in the night.

Andrea: There is ONE factor that MAY take hold in my re-election campaign that was not a factor in the campaign I put together to become the Internet Champion to begin with. That factor? "The third party candidate". If you're educated enough in civics and social studies, you will know that with ANY election, any time there is a third-party candidate that makes enough headway in the polls, you know that it makes re-election an uphill battle. That's where the Alicia Lukas factor comes into play. Here's the part where you expect me to complain about this, right? Here's where you expect me to complain about how a triple threat would result in worse odds of retaining, or how Alicia gets yet another underserved opportunity handed to her like candy and all of that crap. See, that is where you are WRONG. Sure, I would PREFER if it was just Keira and I one on one, but if it comes down to a triple threat? So be it.

Because at BEST, Alicia Lukas is just a third wheel in the REAL story that's between Keira and I. The 'fear factor' that so many in this locker room had of her no longer exists. To me, if Alicia were to be in this match, she'd be just an added obstacle: nothing to fear, nothing to really worry about, because I know deep down that while I haven't had success against her before, it was the OLD, NAIVE, NERVOUS, JITTERY ANDREA that was going up against her before, NOT the Andrea that I have evolved into. I have become SO much better over this last year to the point where I see a name like her and I just shrug it off. What happened before? It's a non-factor now. Times have changed since then. WE have changed since then... although ME for the better clearly. You can't say the same about her. Hey, if I get to shatter the ego of the most superfluous, ignorant, delusional nostalgia act on the Sin City Wrestling Bombshells roster, that's only an added bonus for me.

Whatever happens? Happens. I'm not worried about it tonight because I know that when it matters? At High Stakes? It'll be ME rising to the occasion just like I have done all year long ever since last year's High Stakes event. Trust me, High Stakes this year is going to go SO much better for me...

And I am confident as hell that this re-election campaign WILL be a successful one!

This is YOUR SCW Bombshells Internet Champion... approving this message!

Andrea delivers a confident wink as she exits the scene. The scene focuses on the "Re-Elect Andrea" banner before it ultimately fades to black.




Backstage, the World Mixed Tag Team Champions are standing against a backdrop of High Stakes XI, and they are joined by none other than Ms. Rocky Mountains.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ladies and gentlemen, in just a matter of moments we will see my guests here tonight step out into the ring and put the World Mixed Tag Team Championship on the line against the credible challenge of Violet Amelia Holt and Lincoln...

Tempest: Excuse me, did you say credible?

Tempest turns to Austin.

Tempest: Did she actually call those two a credible threat to us?

Austin yields with a nod and Tempest turns to Ms. Rocky Mountains and shakes her head.

Tempest: You actually think so little of Austin and myself and everything we've done since winning these titles that you would call Mighty Mouse and the Choke Artist actual THREATS?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well, I thought you and Austin would be happy now that you have a title defense.

Austin James Mercer: We'd be happier if we were actually given a challenge, for a change. You know High Stakes XI is coming up and not a single team has stepped up to try and take these titles from us. And really, who can blame them? Have you seen my partner?

He motions toward Tempest who poses threateningly, then motions towards Austin himself.

Austin James Mercer: At this rate, we could be going without a defense and biggest event of the year? That just won't do.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: So, what is your plan?

Tempest: The plan, Rocky, is since nobody will call us out, is to call someone out. Anyone!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: wait, are you actually issuing an open challenge?

Austin nods.

Austin James Mercer: I knew if you'd relax those brain cells, it might eventually come to you. We don't care WHO it is! Any one Superstar, any one Bombshell! Got the guts? Find each other and step up to the plate!

Tempest: Your funeral.

That said, the champions walk off-camera.




The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see SCU Bombshell and Pennsylvania native Ariana Angelos walking around backstage, the crowd gives a respectable pop for the young Go Gym Graduate, even though the show isn't emanating from her home city of Pittsburgh.

Ariana: Only a few weeks away from High Stakes XI and my first time in New York! Not to mention my 21st birthday.

Ariana comments to herself with a big grin on her face.

Ariana: Things can't possibly get any better.

Char: Oh, your birthday is coming up?

Ariana looks up and sees Char Kwan walking up to her and her mood sours.

Ariana: What do you want Char? I know you've had your issues recently with Krystal!

Ariana demands and Char puts her hands up defensively.

Char: Relax, I'm just being friendly! After all, we're both in our home states tonight!

Ariana: Weren't you born in Japan?

Char: Well, yes, but Reading, Pennsylvania is where I make my home.

Ariana gives Char a cautious look but lets her guard down.

Ariana: Err, yeah, my birthday is on Halloween, heck of a day to have a birthday on, am I right?

Char listens while rolling her eyes as her good friend Kiara sneaks up behind Ariana. Ariana sees the shadow of someone behind her. She goes to turn around, but Char grabs her by the head. Ariana's eyes widen as Char's friendly smile turns into a sinister smirk before she slams Ariana face first into the wall.

Char: I thought you Go Gym Graduates were smart.

Char starts stomping on Ariana as Kiara stands there with her hands crossed in front of her chest. Char drops to a knee and places her hand around Ariana's throat. Ariana is choking as Char continues to smirk before picking Ariana up to her feet. Ariana fires back with a couple right hands as one lands across Char's jaw. Char staggers a bit as Ariana holds her hands up.

Char rubs her chin as she looks at Ariana.

Char: Do you really want to fight me?

Char chuckles as Kiara strikes from behind with a vicious forearm to the back of Ariana's head. Ariana stumbles forward as Char grabs her by the hair and drags her around the backstage area.

Simone: Holy crap!!!! Char is attacking Ariana. What brought this on?

Adams: Where is security?

Char continues to throw Ariana through a lot of items as Char and Kiara are snickering after each throw. Eventually, Char knocks Ariana through the curtains as she tumbles onto the stage. The live Pennsylvania crowd is booing the hell out of Char as she just smiles from ear to ear.

Simone: Now they are out here.

Adams: I feel like this is Char's idea to get to Krystal.

Char and Kiara continue to punish Ariana as she is trying to fight back. They make it down to the ring as Kiara drives her foot almost through Ariana's chest. Ariana is grasping for air as Char has pulled out a softball bat. She holds it against her lips before sliding into the ring. Kiara throws Ariana into the ring as Char is poised with barbed wire wrapped around her foot. Ariana gets up to her feet, she slowly turns around only to get blasted in the face from a vicious superkick.

Simone: My GOD!!!!! That was vicious. I never thought Slice of Asian would be that gruesome.

Adams: Where did Char get the barbed wire?

Char laughs as she walks over toward the corner and picks up the softball bat. Ariana is just starting to move as her face is like a crimson mask. Char twirls the bat in her hand as Krystal Wolfe's music blasts over the sound system.

Adams: Finally, the calvary has arrived.

Krystal Wolfe bursts through the curtain and stands on the stage. She drops the bombshell roulette championship onto the stage and quickly moves down the ramp. Right as she gets to the bottom, Krystal is barking orders at Char as Kiara catches Krystal off guard with a forearm shiver. Krystal drops to her knee as Kiara throws Krystal into the ring. Char comes walking over as she digs into her pocket. Kiara is holding Krystal's hand near the bottom rope as Char produces a pair of handcuffs. The crowd is booing like hell as Char wraps one handcuff around Krystal's wrist and attaches the other to the bottom rope. Char delivers a couple stomps to Krystal before walking back over to Ariana.

Adams: This doesn't look good at all.

Simone: I don't like this at all.

Char motions for Kiara to hold Krystal's head up. Char tells Krystal to watch closely as she picks the softball bat back up. Char picks Ariana's head up a bit before sticking the barrel of the bat underneath Ariana's chin. A steel chair is sent into the ring as the cameras show another Asian woman with colourful hair standing on other side of the ring. Char is smiling from ear to ear as she turns Ariana slightly before dropping her draping her leg around the back of Ariana's neck while keeping the bat underneath the chin. in one fluid motion, Char drops back driving Ariana's face into the cold steel.

Simone: A Kyoto Salute right onto the steel chair but why? Who is this other woman?

Char is grinning from ear to ear as Mr. Chalmers joins Char and this new woman inside the ring. He appears to be holding the Bombshell Roulette championship in his hands. The other woman has a microphone in her hand as she hands it to Char. Char gets down onto one knee and uses her softball bat to lift Krystal's head up.

Char: You just don't fucking get it do you. I don't do shit on your time. Last week, I wanted to get your fucking attention. This week was about sending you a message. I'm not the same Char you faced the first time.

Char stands up as Mr. Chalmers drapes the championship over her shoulder.

Char: This is the sight you will see come High Stakes. I hope you are a better competitor than you are a fri....

Before Char could finish, "Look It Up" blares as Char's eyes widen and the crowd goes insane.

Simone: Could it be?

Daniela V. Rodgers comes sprinting out from the back along with Trinity Jones. The crowd is going nuts as Char and her gang slip out of the ring. The bombshell roulette championship is on the canvas as Trinity checks on Ariana and Daniela helps Krystal out of the handcuffs. Char Kwan is still smirking as she places her softball bat over her shoulder.

Adams: Daniela and Trinity save the day. I shudder to think what Char was going to do with Krystal as she was unable to defend herself.

Simone: This rivalry is getting more intense by the second.

"The Dark Side" plays in the background as Char winks her eye at Krystal before disappearing through the curtains, as soon as she is freed from the handcuffs Krystal rushes to Ari's side as paramedics rush down the ramp with HB Carter not far behind them.

Simone: I'm not surprised Carter is out here he and Ari have been best friends since they were Go Gym Trainees.

Adams: That must've been heart-breaking for him to watch, especially once Krystal was incapacitated.

Trinity hands Krystal her title back and the Aussie gladly takes it before the paramedics put Ari onto a stretcher.

Simone: Azurine Vebbins last week and now Ariana Angelos this week, who else will fall victim to Char in her pursuit of Championship Gold?

Adams: I don't know Belinda, but I don't think Char will find many friends in the Bombshell locker room if this continues!

Krystal and Carter share the same sombre look as they accompany Ari up the ramp and too the back with Trinity and Daniella.




Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall... introducing first... hailing from Atlanta, Georgia... Alicia Lukas...

"Circle with me (SCW Edit)" By Spiritbox hits as Alicia steps out with a black hoodie over her upper half with the hood up over her long blond hair. She stands on the stage and reaches up flipping the hood back and looking down at the ring before pointing her finger guns with a smirk. She makes her way down to the ring and runs up the steps before climbing the ropes on the outside, she flips the hood back before putting her arms out , she smiles at the crowd before leaping into the ring from the outside and taking off the hoodie

Justin: And her opponent... hailing from Miami, Florida... Keira Fisher-Johnson....

"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

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

DING DING DING

Fisher-Johnson and Lukas circle the ring before moving in and locking up in the centre of the ring, where they jockey for position for a few moments before Lukas breaks the hold and grabs Fisher-Johnson into a headlock, where she cranks on Fisher-Johnson head a few times before Fisher-Johnson brings her boot up and pushes it into the back of Lukas' knee and forces her down to a knee as Lukas tries to maintain the headlock, however, Fisher-Johnson wriggles free and counters into a headlock of her own on Lukas.

Simone: Fisher and Lukas circle the ring before moving in and locking up where they jockey but Lukas breaks the hold and transitions into a headlock.

Adams: Fisher battles out of the headlock and counters into a headlock of her own.

Fisher-Johnson goes to one knee with the headlock, as Lukas seeks to find a way out of the move as she grabs at Fisher-Johnson before pushing herself to her feet, which forces Fisher-Johnson up as Lukas breaks the headlock and grabs Fisher-Johnson's arm and locks in a wrist lock, where she tweaks on Fisher-Johnson's wrist as Fisher-Johnson drops to a knee before rising back up again, as she take a moment before twisting and turning and counters into a wrist lock of her own on Lukas. It now Fisher-Johnson's turn to tweak on Lukas' wrist before Lukas quickly counters out of the wristlock and into a headlock.

Adams: Fisher works over Lukas' head, but Lukas breaks the headlock and counters into a wrist lock. It's going to be one of those matches isn't it.

Simone: Yup. As we see Fisher working over Lukas with a wrist lock.

Lukas takes her down to the mat, Fisher-Johnson right away pulls Lukas closer to her and as she raises her leg up as she tries to wrap a leg around her neck, but Lukas pushes the leg away and cranks on Fisher-Johnson's head. The ref checks for any pins, while Fisher-Johnson once again brings a leg up again to Lukas' neck and this time she manages to lock a in a headscissors. Lukas is again quick to fight as he rolls her hips a couple of times as she gets to her knees before hopping onto her feet and then scuttles backwards and out of Fisher-Johnson's headscissors.

Simone: Lukas takes down Fisher to the mat, which Fisher tries to lock in a head scissors, but Lukas shrugs it off. The ref checks for pins in the meantime. Fisher bring her leg up once again and this time she locks in the head scissors and right away Lukas wriggles free from the headscissors.

Lukas stands up straight as Fisher-Johnson looks up at Lukas with a look of surprise before climbing to her feet and backs away as take a moment before taking a few steps past each other before moving in and lock up in the centre of the ring once more but it's only brief as Lukas breaks the hold and grabs Fisher-Johnson's arm, where she locks in another wrist lock but Fisher-Johnson flips herself onto her back before kipping up and counters into a wrist lock of her own.

Adams: Fisher is looking a little frustrated and if she wants to get into this match she has to ramp up the speed. They both make their way to their feet and take a moment before briefly locking up as Lukas breaks the hold and locks in a wrist lock, which Fisher-Johnson shows us a glimpse of her speed.

Fisher-Johnson twists and tweaks on the wrist lock as Lukas shakes her head before twisting and turning and counters the wristlock into a hammerlock on Fisher-Johnson. Fisher-Johnson quickly counters as she wraps her arm around Lukas' head before releasing and grabs Lukas' hand and locks in a wrist lock, but Lukas again is quick to escape as she goes under Fisher-Johnson's arm before dropping down and arching her back before rolling forward back to her feet and she stands up before breaking Fisher-Johnson's grip before unleashing with a series of slaps before hitting a back heel kick to her stomach.

Simone: more countering and counter countering. Does that make more sense?

Adams: Sort of. But we understand what you re getting at. As again Fisher briefly gets the upper hand but again Lukas turns things around and she breaks Fisher's grip, and she unleashes a series of slaps to Fisher and then hitting a mule kick to Fisher's stomach.

Fisher-Johnson hunches forward as Lukas rushes forward towards the ropes as Fisher-Johnson pre-emptively drops to the mat waiting for Lukas to leap over, however, Lukas bounces off the ropes and makes a ninety degree turn and bounces off another set and as Fisher-Johnson gets to her knee's Lukas comes at her and hits a dropkick catching Fisher-Johnson.

Fisher-Johnson rolls away but Lukas crawls to her and grabs her and goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Adams: Fisher tries to read Lukas' next move but Lukas out foxes Fisher and she hits another set of ropes and hits a dropkick on Fisher before going for a pin but only gets a two count.

Fisher-Johnson kicks out, as Lukas sits up unimpressed with Keira before making her way to her feet, while Fisher-Johnson stays down. Lukas approaches Fisher-Johnson and gives her a kick in the head and stops before doing it a couple more times before bending down and grabbing Fisher-Johnson by the hair and pulls her up into a standing position and the hits a European uppercut that rocks Fisher-Johnson who stumbles backwards into the ropes. Lukas moves forward and hits a forearm arm shot to the check before grabbing Fisher-Johnson and whips her across the ring, where she bounces off the ropes and as she comes back Lukas swing wildly towards Fisher-Johnson but Fisher-Johnson ducks and sails past where she bounces off the ropes and proceeds to do several back flips, which Lukas moves aside and as soon as Fisher-Johnson stops Lukas moves in but Fisher-Johnson catches her with a dropkick sending Lukas down.

Simone: Fisher needs to get into this match. Lukas approaches Fisher and just disrespects her with kicks to the head.

Adams: Not nice. Lukas then pulls Fisher up off the match and hits a uppercut on Fisher, Lukas continues with the stiff shots before whipping Fisher across the ring and Fisher somehow turns things around.

Fisher-Johnson kips up back to her feet as she looks down a Lukas and smiles before driving a book into Lukas' torso. Lukas rolls away from Fisher-Johnson, but Fisher-Johnson just follows and hits another stomp on her. Fisher-Johnson grabs Lukas and drags her back, where she places a foot on Lukas as the ref drop down to count the pin...

ONE!

Simone: The ref counts the brief pin but I don't think Fisher was going for a pin.

However, Fisher-Johnson leaps up and drives her knees into Lukas' stomach before leaping up and then drop down and goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Lukas kicks out but Fisher-Johnson quickly climbs to her feet and grabs Lukas's legs and proceeds to set up and then locks in the sharpshooter.

Adams: Fisher drives her knees into Lukas's stomach and then goes for a pin, which is more definite and only get a two count, but Fisher quickly switches things up and grabs Lukas and locks in a sharpshooter.

Lukas tries to reach out earlier in the setting up of the move but can't grab anything of Fisher-Johnson, and as Fisher-Johnson flips her over to complete the move, as Lukas reaches out for the ropes, but she can't reach then as Fisher-Johnson takes a step forward so that Lukas can't reach. Lukas grits her teeth, and she pushes herself up off the mat and pulls herself towards the ropes. She gets to them and the ref forces Fisher-Johnson to release. She doesn't at first but then reluctantly let's go before turning and leaps up and hits a elbow drop across Lukas' back.

Simone: Fisher is in her element here now as Lukas is on the backfoot, as she manages to escape the sharpshooter but not the elbow drop.

Fisher-Johnson climbs to her feet, as Lukas pulls herself closer to the ropes and the ref forces Fisher-Johnson back. Lukas pulls herself up into a seated position holding her back before slowly making her way to her feet. Fisher-Johnson rushes in and clothesline Lukas over the ropes. Lukas lands on her feet before stumbling back against the barriers. Lukas feels tap on her shoulder as she looks back thinking it a fan, however, she see's a hooded figure who then gives her a wave.

Adams: As Lukas climbs to her feet, she is sent up and over the ropes to the outside by a clothesline from Fisher.

Simone: I don't think that's a fan...

Adams: What gave that away?

Lukas a little un-nerved takes a step forward and with the distraction, Fisher-Johnson leaps onto the ropes and hits a flying crossbody onto Lukas. Lukas stays down as Fisher-Johnson bounces back to her feet as she threatens the hooded figure who holds their hands up. The ref shouts at Fisher-Johnson to bring the action back into the ring but Fisher-Johnson ignore them.

ONE!

TWO!

Fisher-Johnson re-focuses as she turns to Lukas and grabs her and pulls her up to her feet, where she drags her to the ring and rolls her back in.

Simone: Lukas is distracted by that person, and Fisher takes advantage of it and hits a crossbody on to Lukas, but she isn't put off by the hooded person and threatens them.

THREE!

FOUR!

Fisher-Johnson follows close behind and then crawls to Lukas and goes for a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Adams: Fisher drags Lukas to her feet and rolls her back into the ring and goes for a pin and Lukas kicks out.

Fisher-Johnson shakes her head as she tries again...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Fisher-Johnson slaps the mat before making her way to her feet, where she climbs to her feet and then bends down and grabs Lukas and pulls her up. Fisher-Johnson pulls Lukas up and looks to set up for the Final Sin (Psycho Driver III) and as she gets Lukas onto her shoulder but Lukas wriggles free and drops behind Fisher-Johnson. Lukas clubs the back of Fisher-Johnson as she goes to whip Fisher-Johnson into the ropes but she counters and sends Lukas towards the ropes.

Simone: Lukas kicks out again, as Fisher looks very frustrated and she tries to end the match but Lukas wriggles free.

A few moments earlier the hooded figure had leapt over the railing and climbed onto the apron, as Lukas heads to the ropes she stops and comes face to face with them as they pull out a can of something and goes to spray it in the face of Lukas, but Lukas ducks and instead they get Fisher-Johnson who was charging in. The hooded figure removes their hood to reveal Andrea Hernandez who looked shocked that she missed her target and leaps off as Lukas grabs the stunned Fisher-Johnson and rolls her up for the pin...

Adams: What is Hernandez doing out here? she has no right to be out her.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Simone: Lukas sneaks the win.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Winner of this match via pinfall.... Alicia Lukas.

Lukas' music hits over the p.a as she climbs to her feet, as she looks at Andrea Hernandez who berates herself and then stomps off as Lukas just smirks.




The cameras go backstage to see the office door that reads Hot Stuff, the fans give off a loud cheer. As the cameras pan in closer the sounds of Hot Stuff's voice alongside a female's voice can be heard from within sounds like a pleasant interaction.

Adams: What's going on in there? I wanna see!

Simone: Pervert.

As the cameras zoom in once more, the door creaks open and out walks Danielle Weston. The fans boo her, bringing a wicked smile to her face. Adjusting her top, Dani looks towards the camera as she pulls the door shut behind her. She runs her right hand through her hair, before she speaks.

Dani: Do I have your attention now Mikah?

Dani can't hide the smirk on her face.

Dani: I thought it was about time I reintroduced myself to Hot Stuff and let me tell you.. he didn't show any signs of you being his favourite.

A playful wink topped off her statement.

Dani: Now, come on.. what's the hold up? Don't they have cable in Hawaii? Couldn't you afford it? Hell if that's the case...I'll even fly you to New York first class for our match...

She had a smug smile on her face.

Dani: But you best believe that I'll be sending your ass back in coach..

Dani looked down at her watch and faked a frown before looking back towards the camera.

Dani: Tick, Tock Mikah..

She stepped away from the camera's vision, only to take a couple of steps back to get back in line with the live feed.

Dani: Or do I have to go and see a boy about a bear?

Ms Weston smirked before she took her leave once more, leaving to the sounds of the Philly crowds boos as the cameras panned back to ringside.




The scene opens backstage where we see the reigning Internet Champion Caleb Storms holding his title over his shoulder.

Caleb: Tonight, is my fifth match against Bill Barnhart, we've all seen this song and dance before and we know how this ends, with me picking up the win in this champion vs. champion match!

Caleb says before patting his title.

Caleb: But you know what I'm more interested in? High Stakes XI and my title match against Brother David Shepherd! The last time we faced off didn't go so well for me, but I will avenge that loss and retain!

Caleb walks off as the scene fades.




We switch backstage to where we see Sin City Wrestling interviewer Scott Oliver standing with Bill and Bea Barnhart in the hallway outside their dressing room area.

Scott: Bea I'm sorry you were not able to get the win over Sealana but Bill stated it well when he said it happens to every wrestler where there is an opponent they have a hard time defeating but it comes in time.

Bea: No need to feel sorry for me. I'm improving every match and one day I will earn a Singles Championship as Bill did. Right now my focus is to be in Bill's corner as his Manager to ensure he receives a fair match against Caleb Storms.

Scott: That's the type of attitude everyone in the sport of wrestling needs to have. Now to you Bill. How do you feel facing off against Caleb Storms again after having five previous matches where you won one match and Caleb won four?

Bill: As I stated previously I don't look at the wins and losses against an opponent and base what I think I can, or cannot do, against them in the next match. Prior history doesn't equate into what you can, or cannot, do in an upcoming match. I know Caleb is a fairly good wrestler but when you consider that it has been nearly three and a half years since he held the Roulette Championship, well, you know.

Scott: I know what?

Bill: Caleb knows I'm the better wrestler. He's jealous that I have the Roulette Championship and he doesn't. His fixation on what I have, instead of what he has, will be the reason he loses to me tonight.

Scott: I thank you two for giving me your time for my questions and your comments. I wish you the best in your match.

Bill: Thanks Scott.

Bea: Thanks Scott.

Bill and Bea turn and walk down the hallway. Scott informs the camera person he's done with his interview and the camera person cuts his camera feed.




Jasmine St. John steps inside of the ring between the bottom and middle rope, readying herself to officiate the upcoming contest.

Justin: The following contest is the "Clash of the Champions" match!

The fans cheer with anticipation!

Justin: Introducing first...!

Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed by his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart, who is leading their English Bulldog Iris by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar. When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart.

Justin: Accompanied to the ring by Bea Barnhart and Iris! From Lawrencville, Georgia, weighing two hundred and forty pounds! He is the Roulette Champion - "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart!

The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.

Justin: And his opponent!

The opening scream for the song "Test Your Metal" by Unleash The Archers is heard over the PA and the lights start flashing across the arena before Caleb comes out head banging along to the song before he poses for the crowd at the top of the ramp.

Justin: Introducing, from Syracuse, New York and weighing in at 220ibs, he is the Internet Champion - "The Metal Storm" Caleb Storms!

Caleb makes his way down the ramp slapping hands with the fans as he makes his way down the ramp before sliding into the ring and throwing up the metal horns as he waits for the match to start.

DING DING DING!

And at the sound of the opening bell, Caleb is already in motion as he races across the ring and levels Bill Barnhart with a dropkick that sends the Bulldog tumbling back into the corner!

Adams: Caleb is already on the move!

Simone: Caleb knows well enough that he has to move and move fast against a man like Bill Barnhart!

Caleb already brings Bill to his feet and fires him off into the neutral corner and comes flying in with a flying forearm! Caleb Irish whips him into the opposing corner and runs and leaps for a flying leg lariat but Bill sees it coming and gets out of dodge, causing Caleb to hit the corner awkwardly and crash hard on the mat!

Simone: And THAT is the veteran instincts of the Roulette champion!

Caleb, clearly stunned by his error, uses the ropes to pull himself to us feet. Bulldog barrels into Caleb, driving him back against the ropes. Bulldog grabs the ropes and starts driving his shoulder into Storms's midsection as Dawn tries to get in between them. She does so successfully, but the respite doesn't last for very long as Bill grabs a handful of Caleb's long hair and lays in a clubbing forearm across the bridge of his nose. A sudden flurry of blows then sends Caleb back up against the ropes. Bill then sends him into the far side ropes and goes for a back body drop, but Caleb uses the maneuver's own momentum to land on his feet behind him! Caleb then races into the ropes as Bill turns around and jumps for a high cross body but Bulldog catches him in mid-flight and turns it into a powerslam and a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Caleb kicks out!

Bill drags Caleb up and deposits him with a scoop slam, following up with a leg drop. Bulldog whips him into the corner and runs right into him with a running clothesline. Caleb staggers out of the corner and Bulldog grabs him around the waist and turns him around into a belly to belly suplex and cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Caleb kicks out!

Adams: Bulldog isn't wasting any time! He's going for the pin every chance he can get!

Simone: The hallmark of a ring veteran.

Bill sends Caleb into the ropes but this time Caleb runs right up the ropes and launches himself back, wiping Barnhart out with a moonsault! Caleb with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Bill gets a shoulder up!

Caleb drags him up and goes for an Irish whip into the corner but Bill reverses it. Bill then gets a running start for a big boot but Caleb dodges out of the way and Bill hangs himself! Caleb then kicks him other leg out from under him, causing him to topple backwards.

Simone: That missed boot may have hyper extended Bill's knee.

Adams: Caleb must be thinking the same thing because he's going to work on it.

Caleb grabs him by the boot and somersaults over, working the knee further. Caleb then jumps onto the ropes and catapults around and lands on his prone leg with a guillotine leg drop. Caleb pulls Bulldog over toward the ropes and drapes the leg over the bottom rope and uses the bounce of the rope to leap up, driving his full body weight down into the hurt knee of his opponent. Caleb then grabs hold of his leg and locks in a leg scissors on the mat!

Simone: Caleb is not usually the technical submission type but he's switching tactics to work Bulldog over.

Adams: That lengthy rivalry with Fenris must have done him some good after all.

Caleb finally releases the hold and drops an elbow into the injured leg before turning him over into a single-leg crab, working the knee over even further. Bulldog yells out in pain but elevates some of the pressure of the hold by propping himself up on his arms but this effort does not last long as Storms quickly switches the hold into the torturous STF!

Simone: The STF! Caleb is really throwing Bill off of his game by employing a completely different strategy than he normally utilizes!

Dawn checks on Bulldog and asks if he wants to give up but the man refuses to do so. Caleb releases the hold and pulls Bulldog up onto wobbly feet. Caleb chops him hard across the chest but Bulldog responds with one of his own, staggering Storms. Bulldog grabs him and sets him up for another back suplex but Caleb flips out and lands on his feet behind him and hits a low dropkick to the back of the knees, toppling him to the canvas.

Adams: Caleb is doing the smart thing for a smaller man. taking the big man down where size won't matter.

Simone: Indeed but what all those experts who say that seem to forget is, the smaller man can take the bigger man down, but keeping him there is a whole other matter.

Bulldog is on all fours, grimacing in pain and not seeing his opponent now perched on the middle turnbuckle. Caleb then launches himself and comes down hard on him with a swanton bomb, flattening him. He rolls Bulldog over and covers him.

ONE!

TWO!

Bulldog gets his shoulder up!

Storms pulls Bulldog to his feet and sets him up for a vertical suplex but the attempt is blocked.

Adams: Caleb isn't seriously trying to muscle Bulldog up, is he??

Simone: Caleb is the sort of athlete that pulls out all stops in order to defeat an opponent.

But the stronger Bulldog counters and hauls Caleb high into the air for his own suplex when his knee suddenly buckles and he falls to his back with Caleb right on top of him in a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Kick out by Bill!

Simone: God he almost had him right there, showing the damage being done to that knee.

Caleb immediately locks in a Figure 4 leglock! Bulldog is in agony, thrashing about and screaming as Caleb pours everything into the leverage behind the hold!

Adams: Bulldog loves to use this hold too! Imagine the embarrassment if he loses to one of his own holds!

Simone: Bulldog is NOT giving up! You really have to give this guy credit!

Bulldog then suddenly sits up and grabs Caleb by the head and unloads a wild right hand right to the face, enough force to knock the hold loose and Bill manages to escape the predicament!

Simone: That is certainly one way to escape! And Bulldog has one of the hardest right hands in SCW!

While Bill favors his injured leg, Caleb is the first man to his feet. Caleb Irish whips Bulldog into the ropes and leaps for a dropkick but Bulldog holds onto the top rope and Storms misses the timed hit, landing instead hard on the back of his head!

Simone: Never count Bill Barnhart out! He was waiting for a mistake like that so that he could take advantage!

Caleb staggers to his feet and Bulldog nearly takes his head off with a discus clothesline, turning him inside out! He covers Storms and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

Caleb kicks out!

Bulldog whips him into the ropes and on the rebound, snatches him up and over in a Tilt-A-Whirl slam that sends Storms bouncing off the canvas from the impact! Again Bulldog makes the cover again!

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Caleb gets his shoulder up!

Simone: So close!

Adams: Bulldog almost had him!

Bulldog grabs a handful of Caleb's hair and brings a forearm down across his back, then sends him into the corner at such impact that Caleb goes flying over the turnbuckles and comes down to the ringside floor the hard way!

Simone: Dayum! Looks like maybe Caleb should have thought twice before making this deal!

Caleb struggles to regain his footing on the cement floor as Dawn is doing her best to keep Bulldog from going out after his opponent to inflict more damage. Caleb pulls himself up onto the apron but Bulldog is right there to boot him back down to the floor!

Adams: I don't know if he's trying to buy time for his leg to heal or if he's trying to get Caleb counted out.

Simone: Somehow I don't see Bulldog as being the type to be satisfied with a count out win.

Bulldog backs off at Dawn's demands as again Caleb fights to get to his feet and climb onto the apron. But as he does so, Bulldog is right there and he grabs his smaller opponent and sets him up to bring him back inside of the ring with a vertical suplex but at the very second that they hit the mat, Caleb wraps his legs around that of Bulldog's and keeps him held down in a surprise pin from out of nowhere and...

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Bulldog kicks out!

Simone: Caleb almost caught the veteran sleeping!

Caleb grabs Bill before he has a chance to recover and goes for a whip into the corner but Bill reverses it! Caleb jumps onto the middle turnbuckle and fakes Bill out! He pretends to leap back for a body press and Bill drops to all fours - but Caleb remains in the corner! Bulldog stands up, looking around and Bea calls out a warning! Bill turns around and Caleb leaps for a flying body press but Barnhart uses the momentum to roll through and ends up on top for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Adams: He has the tights! He has the tights!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Bill quickly rolls out of the ring and joins his wife as Caleb pleads his case to Dawn that his tights were pulled but to no avail!

Justin: Here is your winner - BULLDOG BILL BARNHART!!!

The crowd boos as Caleb can't believe it while Bill and Bea celebrate on the outside, backing up the aisle while pointing into the ring toward Caleb who stares them down and shakes his head!




Cameras fade in to show Candy and Marcus arrive outside Christian's office. Candy looks worried.

Marcus: Don't worry. It will be fine. I am the one who got involved, not you.

Candy: I know, but still...

Marcus knocked on the door

Inside of the office, Christian Underwood is seated behind his desk but he is not alone. Leaning back against the wall of the room, arms crossed and that strategic perpetual frown on his face, is "the White Wolf" Fenris whose eyes bore into the door. Christian exhales, knowing well the storm that is about to come but feeling almost giddy about it all at the same time.

Christian: Come in!

Candy and Marcus walk in the room and notice Fenris. Marcus goes into a defensive stance while Candy just freezes in place. Fenris comes up off the wall, his hands immediately balling to fists but Christian is already on his feet.

Christian: NO!

Before anything untoward can happen, before a brawl can break out in the makeshift office, the booming voice of one of SCW's two co-owners brings everything to a screeching halt. Even Fenris stops as he turns to look at Christian who looks over all three present in front of him. There is a definite fire in his eyes as he shakes his head no.

Christian: Not in here! I've had enough of your fighting breaking out god knows where, it won't be happening in my office! You two...

He points between Fenris and Marcus.

Christian: Are going to settle this like men! That's why I'm here, not Mark! He looks the other way, plays the good cop role. That's just not me, you know?

He shakes his head with an almost rueful smile.

Christian: I'm not as much of a people person or a pleaser as he is. That's why I go to the extreme lengths to make things happen that I think will not just settle things, but it'll also make SCW some bank.

Christian turns to Marcus.

Christian: You're not employed by SCW, correct?

Marcus: Not in a typical sense...

He notices Christian is not enjoying him attempting to be humorous.

Marcus: Uh, no. I'm not.

Christian: Strange.

Christian turns his office chair back around and sits back down, almost the picture personification of relaxation despite the mounting level of tension rising in the room.

Christian: And yet, more than once, you've made yourself get involved in SCW business. You freely walk out to the ring and get into a fight with this man, right here.

He points at Fenris but before Marcus can raise any objection or point in his favor, Christian holds up a hand to stall him.

Christian: Granted, he did call you out and you answered. And look how that one almost ended. I imagine the ol' ego was a bit wounded, because look at what you went and did last week. You actually took it upon yourself to come out to ringside and get involved in not just any match, but a match to determine the Number One contender for High Stakes XI. A VERY important match! A match that, let's be honest, could have been considered a Match of the Year candidate that YOU ruined. You caused controversy in what should have been a cut and dry match.

Christian leans forward against his desk and clasps his hands together.

Christian: There are many who feel that had you not gotten involved, Fenris would have won that match right then and there, and would have been in the world title match at High Stakes XI against Alex Jones. Now, we've already established that Candy - your wife - and not you, are employed by SCW. You are a guest. So, explain yourself. What gave you any right to do what you did?

Marcus: That man... disrespected my wife on multiple occasions. A man can on take so much before he steps in to act. Even when she insists that he doesn't.

He looks to Candy, who has been shockingly quiet this entire time. Christian scoffs.

Christian: So, what you're saying is, is that your wife overheard a private conversation between Fenris and his brother, didn't like the topic of conversation, so you decided to screw with this man's livelihood?

Marcus: I prefer to call it "karma"... but word it how you will.

Christian: Hey, I get it! I'm not making excuses for this hot head, but I am going to say I agree with him as far as those ridiculous matches your wife was implementing. A Food Fight has no place in a World title match! This isn't the 1990s! And I admit I'd ordinarily be all for seeing Jack Washington and this guy here rolling around in pudding, but wrong time, wrong place. That could have been a five star match until your wife decided to make it.. **air quotes** "fun."

Marcus: Look, I don't know why you insisted Candy be here too. She didn't do anything wrong. I acted of my own accord, against her wishes for me to stay out of it. So do what you will to me. Ban me from shows... hell let asshole over there press charges on me for assault. Just don't take it out on her. She's been through enough lately.

Christian shakes his head.

Christian: This isn't a negotiation. For any of you. This isn't even a democracy. I'm simply here to tell you how things are going to be! High Stakes XI is only a few weeks away, and you two...?

He waves a finger between Fenris and Marcus.

Christian: Are going to go out, get in that ring, and settle things like men. Officially!

Fenris, now for the first time in what seems like forever, smiles at this bit of news and he turns and looks toward his rival, almost too eager for this to occur.

Marcus: See... normally I'd be all for that. Buuuuuuut I am retired. Also, as you SO kindly pointed out earlier, I'm not a member of your roster. So I think I'm gonna have to decline.

Christian smiles.

Christian: See, this is the part where what I said about Mark being the good cop and not being here comes into play. Now it is true that you are not under contract to us and you are retired, but see - your wife is under contract to us, and she is not retired.

All semblance of smiles or good will immediately vanishes from Christian's face.

Christian: You've acted like an SCW Superstar. You've taken upon yourself to get involved in official SCW business, so now you will. Or I...

He points to himself.

Christian: Will make the entirety of her career...

He points to Candy.

Christian: A certifiable nightmare.

Candy audibly gasps as she clutches Marcus's arm.

Marcus: THE HELL YOU WILL!

Christian: Oh, and you won't be able to do a thing about it because I will have you banned from any and all SCW events! So... what do you say?

Marcus looks to Candy, who looks terrified and on the verge of tears. He kisses the top of her head and looks to Christian.

Marcus: Fine. Play your little games. I do this, and you BACK OFF of her, you hear me? Both of you.

Candy: Marcus...

Marcus: Don't worry. Everything will be fine.

On that note, Marcus glares at both of them before turning to leave the room, a very worried and scared Candy by his side.







We cut to the parking lot of The Pavilion, and it is not a happy site, we see Ariana Angelos being rushed into an ambulance after her attack by Char Kwan and we see her friends and Go Gym Teammates Krystal Wolfe and HB Carter running to keep up with the paramedics.

Simone: That attack by Char was unprovoked and just evil! Outside of the ring Ari is a sweetheart who wouldn't hurt a fly!

Adams: Krystal and especially HB Carter look devastated!

Ariana is loaded into the ambulance and the paramedics drive off, Krystal and Carter share a look before Krystal starts pacing.

Krystal: My car's nearby, if we hurry we can meet them at the hospital.

HBCarter: Krystal.........

Krystal: Damn it! I knew I should've been around Ari! Char will do anything to get at me, even attack my friends!

HBCarter: Krystal.........

Krystal: She has to pay, that bitch has to pay, and I will drive my fucking boot through she skull at High Stakes XI for.........

HBCarter: CHARLOTTE!

Carter interrupts the Aussie and Krystal stops in her tracks.

HBCarter: Look, I'm pissed as well but remember what Gabriel told us about seeking revenge?

It takes Krystal a moment to realize what he means.

Krystal: That old Chinese saying, if you go on a quest for revenge, dig two graves.

HBCarter: You'll get your revenge on Char, but right now Ari needs us!

Krystal: Your right, god I hope I get something violent when the wheel determines the stip for my match against Char!

Krystal nods before they go to get in Krystal's car.

Krystal: On the way, I'll tell you why I don't like people calling me by my birthname if you want.

HBCarter: Good a time as any I guess.

The two Go Gym Graduates get into Krystal's car and drive off as the scene fades.




Justin: The following contest is our main event!! It is scheduled for one fall with a 30 minute time limit!! And this match is for the SCW World Mixed Tag Team Titles!!!

A video package starts playing on the screen as "Make Room (Pettidee Remix)" suddenly blasts through the sound system. Blue and green lights start to float around the arena as Lincoln Daniels steps through the curtain with his wife Zania right by his side. Lincoln takes one look at the audience before holding his arms out wide. A small set of pyro goes off behind him as they slowly make their way down the ramp.

Justin: Making his way down the aisle, being accompanied to the ring by Zania Daniels, from Valdosta, Georgia, he stands six feet two inches tall. He weighs 233 pounds. He is "Mr. Incredible" Lincoln Daniels

Lincoln gets half way down the ramp before leaving his wife's side and sliding into the ring. He stands on the far turnbuckle while holding his arms out wide while mouthing out towards the audience.

Justin: And his tag team partner!!!

The lights softly die down as a countdown clock appears on the screen. Once the clock hits zero, "Tell Me It's Alright" strikes up as a young woman with blonde hair steps through the curtains with an older gentleman and another young woman alongside her. The crowd is mixed with their reactions.

Justin: Making her way to the ring being accompanied by her father Dustin Holt and sister Shelby Holt, from Orlando, Florida. Standing five feet two inches tall and weighing 128 pounds. Please welcome Violet Amelia Holt

Violet somberly walks down the ramp while whispering to her little sister. She then slides into the ring and throws up a hand gesture which gets people going crazy. She walks to a corner and waits.

Justin: And their opponents!!!

The lights shut off as "A conversation with death" by Khemmis kicks in, as it builds different lights flash around the arena. As the song builds into the refrain and the guitars kick in a spotlight forms on the stage with Austin standing in the middle. He makes his way down to the ring before moving around to the steps, he makes his way up and walks across the apron before stepping between the ropes, he stands in the center of the ring as the music shuts off

Justin: Currently in the ring!! standing in at 6'6 and weighing in at 265 pounds!! Hailing from Manhattan, New York!! One half of the SCW Mixed tag team champions!! Austin James Mercer!!!

The heavy beat of Halestorm's "You Call Me a Bitch Like It's a Bad Thing" kicks up over the sound system and the heads of the SCW Universe turns towards the entrance as the Bombshell amazon Tempest walks out onto the stage.

Justin: Coming to the ring! From Honolulu, Hawaii, weighing two hundred and eighteen pounds One half of the SCW Mixed Tag Team champions!!! -- Tempest!

The fans are in awe at the size of Tempest as she wastes no time in power walking straight to the ring, her eyes never straying from her destination and paying no mind to the fans reaching out toward her. A perpetual frown on her face, she arrives at the ringside area where she climbs up onto the ring apron and straight inside of the ring. Tempest stands in the center of the ring, her arms held out and turns full circle before moving to her corner.

DING DING DING!

The bell has rang as we see both Austin James Mercer and Lincoln Daniels start off the match for their teams. Austin stares at Lincoln in his corner with Tempest next to him, placing his arms across the top rope on either side of the turnbuckles that he stood against while seizing his opponent. Lincoln hops on either of his feet, gesturing Austin to bring it as Austin rolls his eyes and reluctantly accepted the challenge of his opponent.

Simone: The dominance of both Austin and Tempest has been well documented, but you should never take your opponents lightly

Adams: I agree Belinda, both Lincoln and Violet are very talented.

Austin walks out of his corner, circles slowly around Lincoln before telling him to show what he got, causing Lincoln to run the ropes and bumps into Austin as that causes both men look at each other. Austin smiles at him and tell him to do better next time as Lincoln runs the ropes once again, ducking a clothesline from Austin and comes off the ropes with a flying shoulder tackle off the ropes as that staggers Austin into the ropes and falls through the ropes to the outside while landing on his feet. He shakes his head a few moments before staring back at his opponent, who had run to the ropes and executes a suicide dive through the middle and bottom rope. But Austin sidesteps him and sends him crashing headfirst into the security railing.

Simone: Austin sidestepped Lincoln at the final moment.

Adams: I wouldn't want to be Lincoln on the outside with a vicious man like Austin.

Indeed as Austin grabs the left arm of Lincoln and raises it above his body before kicking him into the ribs. He then follows it up by lifting Lincoln to his feet before pushing him with his spine into the steel ring post as that causes Lincoln to slowly drop down to the concrete floor as Austin stares at the crowd who is booing his antics.

SIX!

SEVEN!

Austin rolls slowly in and immediately out of the ring to break the count that Drew Patton had started. He grabs the head of Lincoln and sets him up for a slam on the concrete floor. But Lincoln manages to escape the grip of Austin when being lifted in the air as Lincoln grabbed one of the ring ropes near to him. This gave him the opportunity to pull himself out of the grip of Austin and onto the ring apron as that cause Austin to turn towards him. Lincoln kicks him in the face, forcing Austin to stagger backwards before jumping off the ropes and executes a Moonsault into a reverse DDT on the concrete floor that causes Austin's head to bounce off the concrete floor.

Crowd: Holy shit!! Holy shit!!!

Austin is rolling around holding on to his head in agonizing pain while Lincoln stares at the crowd for a few moments. He then turns his attention back to Austin and rolls him back in the ring before following him.

Simone: He is going for the cover

Lincoln hooks the legs of Austin as Drew Patton drops down to start to use the three count.

ONE!

TWO!

THR

Austin manages to get his shoulder off the canvas at the final moment of the match. Lincoln places his hands on his hips while looking back at his corner in disbelief.

Adams: That split moment that he took his focus off his opponent may have cost him in that pin attempt.

Lincoln shakes his head as he grabs Austin by the head and pulls him up to his feet. Setting him up for an Irish Whip, but gets reversed by the larger man and ducks a clothesline from the former world champion. Austin turns around and both men level each other with a clothesline of their own as both men are on their backs breathing heavy.

Adams: Tough break for both men as they are now being counted by Drew Patton.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Both men start to stir, nowhere near to getting to their feet as both Tempest and Violet are extending their arms to tag themselves into the match.

FOUR!

FIVE!

SIX!

Both Austin and Lincoln drag themselves to their respectable corners as both men manage to tag their mixed tag partner into the match. Tempest steps over the top rope while Violet had jumped in the ring after tagging herself in by jumping on the middle rope on the outside before leaping herself into the ring. She immediately uses her speed in an attempt to stay out of the powerful clutches of the co-holder of the tag titles as she ducks underneath her and runs circles around Tempest.

Simone: Good strategy, because that's the only way Violet could ever obtain some sort of momentum against that large woman

Adams: I still think that the team of Lincoln and Violet have a better chance when the men are in the match.

Violet ducks again underneath the arms of Tempest and starts to kick in the back of her knee. Causing Tempest to drop to a knee as Violet charges into the ropes and comes off the ropes with a Cross Body Block to the champion. Only to bounce off the larger woman and falls to the canvas as the offensive move had no effect on Tempest.

Simone: Oh my, that didn't work

Violet staggers backwards, staring at Tempest who just looks around, asking WTF was that?? Causing Austin to just shrug and tell her to finish off her opponent instead. Tempest turns her attention back to Violet and reaches towards her, only to have Violet to quickly crawl underneath her opponents legs in an attempt to cause some separation between the two. But Tempest manages to grab one of her boots and pulls her back between her own two legs. She then lifts her up in the air before trying to catch her in her arms for a slam. But Violet manages to grab the head of Tempest on her way down as she attempts to lock her in a front face lock while trying to wrap her legs around the massive girth of Tempest

Adams: Wise strategy trying to cut off the oxygen of the bigger woman

Simone: Question is, will she be able to maintain that hold?? Or will Tempest power out of it??

Tempest quickly ends that question as she wraps her massive arms around the waist of the smaller Violet and charges her into the corner. Sandwiching her between the turnbuckles and the massive body of the tag champ before delivering several shoulder blocks into the corner before tossing Violet into the middle of the ring with a huge toss. Violet sits right up with a look of pain etched on her face as she holds onto her lower back. Tempest methodically approaches Violet, grabs a handful of her hair as she lifts her up to her feet and setting her up for a two handed Chokeslam as she lifts her up in the air.

Simone: Uh oh... this won't end up good if Violet doesn't think of something

Adams: Like what???!!!

Tempest holds Violet up high in the air, laughing at her futile attempts to break the powerful grip that she has on her. Tempest lifts her up higher before going for the chokeslam, only to have Violet somehow manage to kick her in the chest, causing her to use her leg strength to push off of Tempest and free her from her grip. On her way down Violet manages to land on her feet and executes a dropkick to the massive Tempest who doesn't even budges. Violet then dropkicks Tempest in the knee as that causes her to drop to a knee. Violet immediately gets to her feet and wraps her arm around the massive head of Tempest in an attempt to execute a DDT in the middle of the ring. But the powerful amazon just pushes her away from her, accidentally sending her into her own corner as Lincoln tags himself in as that forces Austin to get in the ring as well as both Bombshells exit the ring. Both men charge in on each other, locking arms as they try to get some momentum going. Austin pushes the smaller Lincoln into the corner and drives series . of knees into the midsection before executing an Irish Whip into the opposite corner. He then follows Lincoln in the corner for a running clothesline but Lincoln manages to stop him as he lifts his feet up and connects in the face of Austin. Lincoln quickly gets to the middle rope and executes a double axhandle that drops Austin. Lincoln gets behind Austin and wraps his arms around his waist as he pulls him up to his feet from behind. Setting him up for a German Suplex before running to the ropes for a Springboard 450 splash on top of Austin.

Adams: Georgia Splash!!!

But Austin had it scouted, lifting his knees up as Lincoln connects with the legs of Austin and rolls around in pain. Austin gets to his feet, telling the fans that he has enough of this and sets him up for the finish. Grabbing Lincoln by the head before whipping him in the ropes and executing his finishing Pop Up Powerbomb

Simone: Legacy Bomb!!!

Austin covers Lincoln and hooks both legs as Drew goes for the three count.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winners of this match by pinfall and STILL!! SCW World Mixed Tag Team Champions!! The team of Austin James Mercer and Tempest!!!

Tempest steps into the ring with both titles as she hands Austin his before Drew Patton raises both hands in victory as Austin's music has started playing. But that music is soon interrupted by Gothminister's "Darkside"!

Adams: What-what's going on?

Simone: The champions would like to know as well!

Indeed Tempest and Austin look around and then toward the stage where out steps none other than the Hall of Famer himself - GOTH!!!

Adams: Goth! It's Goth! Does this mean he's accepting their open challenge for the titles at High Stakes XI!?

Simone: If he is, that means he must have chosen a tag team partner!

Goth points into the ring, then slowly pivots back around and points backstage and.... "Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 kicks off!

Simone: Oh my...!

Adams: No. Way!

And Goth is joined by none other than Mercedes Vargas herself! The crowd is actually CHEERING for this Hall of Fame tandem as Mercedes and Goth look to each other and nod! They then turn and point in the ring and motion with their hands around their waists - they are coming for the tag team titles! Tempest is actually smiling and standing against the ropes, as Austin smirks and nods!

Adams: Then we have it! The champions defend against the Hall of Fame team of Mercedes Vargas and Goth at High Stakes XI!

Simone: What a match that will be, but tonight we are out of time! Next week, not just our Going Home show but also our annual Halloween edition of Climax Control! For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone! So long everybody!

The screen fades to credits.




THANK YOU! to Chris, Mark, The Lord MK, Dustin, Jass, Mac, Gerrit, Annie, Jay, Julie, Jen, Court and JJ. Also to everyone who RPed and to Annie for the great match banners!