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

A spotlight then 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 all of the fans filling the rows of seats around the gymnasium itself. 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 Maples Pavilion here in Stanford, California and welcome to Sin City Wrestling "Climax Control"!

The crowd cheers!

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

The crowd applauds as Amanda enters the stage, dressed in a black, latex catsuit, spiked heels, a cat-o-nine tails in her gloved hand and eyes hidden behind a black, feathered mask. The beat of the song begins as does the performance!

Amanda: Dark star, adore me from afar
Your patent leather partner in crime
Let's play, a wicked little game
I'm your super hero doll in disguise, oh

Thick skin, you need some discipline
Your plastic prostitute in demand
It's my prosthetic paradise
And I'm your candy diamond command, oh

Rubber doll, rubber doll (oh, oh)
You know I got it all, I am the rubber doll
Rubber doll, rubber doll (oh, oh)
You know I got it all, I am the rubber doll

Untouchable, unbreakable
Detachable, I'm flexible
Rubber doll, rubber doll (oh, oh)
You know I got it all, I am the rubber doll

My name is branded to your brain
My latex fashionista affair
Say please, I have you on your knees
Submissive to my femme fatal stare, oh

Nylons, swarovski crystal thong
Everything is custom couture
Let's go when rubber hits the road
From Hollywood to planet Amore, oh

Rubber doll, rubber doll (oh, oh)
You know I got it all, I am the rubber doll
Rubber doll, rubber doll (oh, oh)
You know I got it all, I am the rubber doll

Untouchable, unbreakable
Detachable, I'm flexible
Rubber doll, rubber doll (oh, oh)

You know I got it all, I am the rubber doll

A PVC princess
You watch as I undress
I tighten the harness
You thought I was harmless

Rubber doll, rubber doll (oh, oh)
You know I got it all, I am the rubber doll
Rubber doll, rubber doll (oh, oh)
You know I got it all, I am the rubber doll

Untouchable, unbreakable
Detachable, I'm flexible
Rubber doll, rubber doll (oh, oh)
You know I got it all, I am the rubber doll

And at that, Amanda blows a kiss to the capacity crowd and vanishes behind the stage curtains.

Simone: Hello everyone and welcome to Sin City Wrestling Climax Control! I am Belinda Simone!

Adams: And I have suddenly developed a terrible aversion to black latex!

Jason shudders.

Simone: Our next Supercard will be in late January of 2022, Inception V "New Blood Rising"! The road to the first Supercard of the new year begins next week with the announcements of the challengers for the World Championship matches!

Adams: And we're also going to get to find out who will challenge for the Roulette titles too!

Simone: And the field of contenders narrows down each week as the men and women of SCW battle it out to impress the bosses enough to secure for themselves a spot in those championship opportunities! And things kick off this evening as the third generation Superstar Brayden Hilton kicks the evening off as he goes up against "Godly" Ken Davison who has already impressed us to no end!

Adams: Candy is back! She has been cleared for a return to in-ring competition and she gets to face a real test in Char Kwan!

Simone: Bella Madison has the biggest match of her career ahead of her on December 19 for the World Championship, but tonight she's up against a woman who would very much like the same opportunity; former champion Seleana Zdunich!

Adams: Mac Bane also has his chance for the World title in December, and tonight he's up against the two-time former World Champion; Jack Washington!

Simone: The Internet Championship is then up for grabs as Brother David Shepherd makes his first defense since winning the title at High Stakes XI, putting the gold on the line against former two-time champion Agostino Romano!

Adams: We have a rematch from High Stakes XI! Tempest and Austin James Mercer retained their titles in New York against Mercedes Vargas and Goth, and tonight the Hall of Fame challengers get a second chance at the gold!

Simone: And in the Main Event! Bea Barenhart seeks justice for her husband's injuries at the hands of Oblivion! And since she can't get her hands on Mac Bane, she is targeting Mac Bane's wife, Amber Ryan and her World Championship! All this and more on SCW Climax Control!




In the ring, Dawn Barnes can be seen waiting for the match to be introduced as she looks up at the entranceway.

Simone: Tonight's opening match is a the debut of Ken Davison against the third generational wrestler Brayden Hilton. And Justin is heading into the ring right now.

Justin Decent moves to the ring and climbing the ring stairs, he slides between the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring.

Adams: Let's go to Justin for the introductions.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first...from Baltimore Maryland...he is Godly Ken Davison.

The lights go down as the angelic sound of a choir begins singing. As the choir sing, a spotlight slowly comes on, revealing the silhouette of a man with his arms held out, forming a cross. The back outline of angel wings flanks him on both sides. The choir goes quiet as the lead vocals come in. The house lights come up and the man known throughout the wrestling world as "Godly" Ken Davison stands center stage, taking in the reaction of the crowd. As the main verse kicks in, Davison methodically walks down to the ring, ignoring everything else going on around him. The song continues and Davison removes his vestments, handing them to the ring attendant as the song continues. Davison circles the ring and as the chorus kicks in again, and Davison stands in the middle of the ring, once again posing with his arms out. As he stands still a red laser circles the arena. The red dot of the laser finally settles on the center of Davison's forehead and the sound of a gunshot echoes throughout the arena as the lights once again go dark. When the lights come back up, Davison is on his knees with his arms still extended.

Justin: And his opponent...from Detroit Michigan...He is Brayden Hilton!

"Forever by Drake" begins to blast across the speakers and as it does Brayden Hilton along with his twin sister Brittany Williams emerge from behind the curtains. Brayden smiles as the crowd welcomes the siblings with an ovation of loud boos. He flips them off as he quickly sprints towards the ring. He doesn't hesitate to slide right inside the ring where he kips up to his feet. He holds his arm proudly in the air before he does a backflip. The crowd just continues booing and that is when Brittany begins to mouth off to them. She flips them off before she turns her attention to her brother inside of the ring and claps for him. He bounces around a bit before he lays down across the ropes showcasing that he is bored.

Adams: Brayden Hilton showing no respect for his opponent Belinda

Simone: I think that Ken Davison is going to make him pay for that tonight Jason.

Davison glares across the ring as Brayden looks at his nails in boredom. Ken moves towards the younger man

Adams: And just in time too, there goes the bell.

DING DING DING!

Ken moves closer to Brayden but Dawn moves between him and Hilton who slides to rest between the ropes. Davison glares as Brayden waves him off. Dawn motions for Ken to move back then turns and begins a ten count on Hilton who tells her to keep Davison back. Brayden begins to slip through the ropes only to once more slide between them as Ken lunges towards him. Hilton waves him off but Ken ignores him and then grabs the legs of Brayden and yanks him into the ring violently. Hilton rolls to the ropes and out of the ring. Davison gets to his feet and moves toward the ropes where he is surprised and pulled off his feet by Hilton who then drags him to the outside. Hilton goes for an irish whip into the steel ringpost but Davison manages to put the brakes on and stop himself. Not looking at Ken, Brayden had rolled back into the ring. Davison rolls in after him and then grabbing him by the shoulder, spins him around into a knife edged chop that staggers him towards the corner. Using kicks to the thighs of Hilton, Davison forces him into the corner. Before he can do any damage to Hilton, Dawn Barnes gets between them and forces Davison out of the corner.

Adams: Davison getting an early advantage in this match Belinda but he keeps pushing the envelope forcing Dawn Barnes to separate him from his opponent.

Using the distraction, Brayden pulls himself up on the corner turnbuckles and as Davison moves towards him once more, Hilton launches off the middle rope to take Ken down with a missile dropkick that sends Davison to the mat. Kipping up quickly, Brayden reaches down and pulls Ken to his feet before whipping him violently into the corner back first. Davison drops to the mat still in the corner as Brayden sees his chance and rushes in with a bronco buster to Ken's chest in the corner. Getting off of his opponent, Brayden moves around the ring, his arms spread as if asking for the adoration of the fans who react to the taunt with boos. Clutching his arms over his chest, Ken fights to catch his breath before pulling himself up using the top rope. Hilton turns to see him rising and rushes toward the man in the corner. Ken Davison throws himself to the side as Brayden leaps towards him in the corner. Catching the ropes, Brayden turns and hits a high cross body that sends both men to the mat. Hilton tries rolling him up but only gets a one count as Ken is able to kick out with authority.

Simone: How arrogant could one man be? Brayden Hilton thought he had this match won but Ken Davison is too much of a veteran for something like that to make him lose a match.

Brayden rolls to the side and then to his hands and knees before he slaps the canvas in frustration. Ken rolls to his stomach then gets to one knee as Brayden rises and attempts a shining wizard on Davison. The move is avoided by Ken who rolls under the kick. Hilton is off balance and is taken off his feet with a hard strike to the midsection from Davison. Dawn checks on the downed Hilton as Davison gets to his feet then backs away to the corner before charging out to drive a knee to the head of Brayden who is rising to his hands and knees. Brayden is sent rolling away toward the ropes where he rolls to the outside. Leaning against the ring apron, he breathes deeply as Ken Davison moves to grab him by his braids and pulls him up to the ring apron then through the ropes. Hilton knocks the hand from his head but is turned in pain as Davison hits a vicious chop to the upper chest of Brayden. Clutching at his chest, Brayden leans his head on the top turnbuckle as he rubs at his chest.

Adams: It looks like Brayden has taken on more than he can handle.

Simone: I wouldn't put him down yet.

Ken Davison moves to grab the back of Hilton's head and then slams it repeatedly into the turnbuckle as the fans count each time it hits against the pad. At ten, Ken spins Brayden around and watches as the younger man sags slightly in the corner. Grabbing him by the arm, Davison whips him across the ring and follows him into the corner rocking his head back with a clothesline. Ken backs away and watches as Brayden stumbles out of the corner swinging wildly. Easily avoiding the round house punches, Davison manages to drive fists into the body of Hilton who covers in an attempt to protect his body. Davison begins to use kicks into the side of Hilton. Brayden manages to catch the leg of Ken and then drops him to the mat with a single leg takedown. Hilton moves back and watches as Ken rises. This time, Brayden hits the shining wizard on Davison sending him to the mat. Hilton moves quickly to attempt a pin but Davison is quicker to roll out of the ring. Hilton slams a fist into the mat and then leaps to his feet.

Simone: Brayden is getting frustrated Jason. That might not be a good thing.

Ken rolls back under the bottom rope as Brayden gets to his feet. Spinning Hilton around, Davison begins to use hard strikes and kicks to drive Hilton into the ropes. Keeping the heat on, Ken maintains the attack on Hilton who manages to get under the strikes and pushes Ken away and drops to the mat and quickly rolls out of the ring. Davison stands at the ropes as Brayden is about to walk away. Hilton stops as he notes the arrival of Davison's team who blocks off the escape of Brayden. Davison drops to the mat and slides out of the ring to come up to the back of Hilton and grabbing him by the head, he rushes him towards the ring and tosses him into the ring. Brayden rolls to his feet and climbs the turnbuckles. Davison gets into the ring and then moves towards Hilton on the ropes. He slams a forearm into the midsection of Brayden then tosses him over his shoulder where he turns and then drops Hilton to the mat with a jawdropper that lays him out.

Adams: Brayden Hilton is out...will Davison go for the pin?

Davison gets to his feet and then moves towards Hilton who has rolled to his stomach and is trying to rise. Ken moves to where Brayden has gotten to his feet and is able to lock in an iron claw on Hilton who is trying to fight it off as Ken looks to lock in the stomach claw. Finally, Davison locks on the two claws which has Brayden fighting to get to the ropes to break the hold. Davison has it locked in which he twists the stomach claw forcing Brayden to double over before slapping at the back of Ken who has pulled against the body of Hilton and really digs in the claws. Hilton submits to the hold and Dawn signals for the bell.

Adams: It is all over!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match, Godly Ken Davison!

Davison releases the hold on Brayden who falls to the mat in pain as Dawn holds up the arm of Ken who smiles at the fans. As Hilton rolls to the ropes, he is pulled out of the ring behind Dawn's back and the teammates of Davison begin to drop forearms onto the back of Hilton. Davison moves to the corner and then tells his friends to leave the downed Hilton alone before Ken slides from the ring to be joined by his friends as they walk up the ramp leaving Hilton in a heap being checked on by Barnes and the medical team.

Adams: Ken Davison victorious in his match here in SCW.

Simone: And like I said, he made Brayden Hilton pay for the disrespect he showed at the start of the match.

Brayden is helped to his feet and moves slowly up the ramp holding his head as the arena is filled with the sounds of Angel with a shotgun playing over the speakers.




We find ourselves in the catering area and it is there where we can see Seleana Zdunich. She smiles as her long blonde hair cascades down her back.

Seleana: You all are doing a great job!

Aurora: Mommy she's going to be excited.

Daniel J. Morgan smirks as he watches Mackenzie and Charlotte carry something huge and places it on the table.

Daniel: Bloody hell that thing is huge. I have a feeling she is going to love it.

Charlotte: I know she will... I picked it out.

Mackenzie: You don't have to take all of the credit Charlie...

The two of them begin giggling at one another before they hear footsteps.

Seleana: Quick she's coming... Hide now ja?!

They all hide as Aurora turns off the lights. There is steady giggling within the room as nobody as they try their best to be quiet. All of a sudden footsteps could be heard walking towards the room.

Crystal: Hello?! Seleana... Why would she tell me to meet her somewhere if she wasn't going to be...

Before she can even finish the statement the lights turn on and that is when everybody stands there screaming SURPRISE. Crystal's eyes light up as her friends have all gathered in a room.

Seleana: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ESTRELLITA!!!

Aurora: Happy Birthday mommy!!!

Everybody greets her with singing and Mackenzie begins to light up the candles as she grins in return.

Mackenzie: There we go... All... 34 CANDLES have been lit up just for you. Somebody is getting old...

Crystal: HEY! We don't tell my age in public... Besides as old as I might be... Still nowhere near Christian's age... If you want to talk about being old well...

Seleana: Okay Star why don't you blow out your candles and make a wish.

Crystal grins as she looks around.

Crystal: But I already got my wish. We got back together so there's nothing else I could want.

Charlotte: Just blow out the candles. This is your chance to be super selfish and wish for WHATEVER YOU WANT... it can be anything!

Crystal: Really?! But a match with Vixen will never happen because she turned me down!

Mackenzie: So there has to be something else!

Crystal: I tried mixed tag team titles but DO YOU SEE HOW BIG TEMPEST IS?!

Daniel: We don't have all day!

Crystal grins in return.

Crystal: Tell that to Mark Ward who spends all time trying to put together these wonderful shows every week but people can't be arsed to take some wonderful time out of their day to appear on a show. Imagine that wrestlers actually WANTING to get over and take up time on a show. I swear you are all going to cause that man to drink so much beer. Hot Stuff doesn't need to do any of that and regardless of what MIKAH says I am his favorite and definitely WAS HIS FAVORITE. We all saw how amazing Christina Rose was as a personal assistant.

Aurora: Mommy make a wish...

Crystal: BUT I am going to make the most of this segment spot. It is about me. It's my birthday weekend I am going to celebrate in only the way I can. So for my wish... I am wishing for...

Crystal blows out the candles as she smirks. Everybody in the room looks at her as she opens her eyes and looks at everybody.

Seleana: So what did you want?!

Crystal: To be honest besides the usual stuff... World domination, becoming the most over wrestler in the world and what not, I wanted a match with Alicia Lukas. I never beat her in a singles match with Alicia Lukas. I never beat her in SCW so having the chance to do so wouldn't hurt right?!

Everybody giggles as Crystal nods her head in agreement before looking into the camera.

Crystal: And after that Vargas and then Andrea... Those two may not want it but it's time to showcase who the best Latina is in this company!

She smirks as we fade to elsewhere




We cut backstage to find all the members of the wolfslair group standing together. Alex standing in front of the with the Sin City Wrestling world title..

Alex Jones: You know it's funny. I tried so hard to show respect where it was due. In fact you go back To every time I have mentioned you Mac and I have said the same damn thing. I didn't so much beat you, as I escaped you. But it seems like maybe my act of showing you respect has backfired. Cause now, I stand backstage and I see you, and your boys, running your mouths.

Isn't that precious?

Been here for a cup of coffee and you are already taking over right Mac?

And so many things about the current world champion to say, like how you have been out there recruiting people to Sin city wrestling while I have done nothing. Nothing....

Alex turns to Austin and steps up to his friend..

Alex Jones: Austin James Mercer...former SCW world champion, the man who conquered Fenris, former Internet champion and Mixed tag team champion....who recruited you to Sin city wrestling?

Austin James Mercer: You...

Alex nods and moves down the line with a smile..

Alex Jones: Alicia Lukas...former three time SCW bombshells champion, holder of the longest single reign with that title, a woman who has beaten so many members of SCW's hall of fame and was the first woman to win wrestler of the year.....who recruited you to SCW?

Alicia Lukas: You did...

Alex laughs to himself, moving down to Johanna Krieger.

Alex Jones: Jo....two time Roulette champion...former mixed tag team champion...a woman who has beaten former world champions in this company and is feared by most of the division...who recruited you?

Johanna Krieger: You did...

Alex turns back to the camera..

Alex Jones: See Mac, that's your problem, you don't think before you speak. It's the same issue your boys have, you said you were going to dominate SCW, your friends lost their debut, you try and show off your recruiting arsenal.....well while we both brought guns...mine have more bullets....

There is one, and I mean ONE dick measuring contest in SCW that matters and it involves the SCW world heavyweight championship. And from where I'm standing....you're coming up a little short. So you remember, while I showed you respect and have praised who you are, do not take that as a weakness. Cause I still beat you when you held all the cards, I still defended the title against you when no one said I could.....put some respect on my name...on Wolfslairs name and if you and your...little group...want to take over?....

Earn it...

Alex sneers as we cut back to ringside




Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control ladies and gentlemen, coming up next we have a clash of styles and personalities as one of SCW's Most Popular Bombshells in Candy takes on one of SCW's Most Hated Bombshells in Char Kwan!

Adams: This is Candy's first match back since her stint as interim co-owner which was so polarizing and weird that it got her the dubious honour of winning the "WTF/Holy Shit Moment of the Year" award at High Stakes XI! Likewise, this is Char Kwan's first match since her brutal match against Krystal Wolfe at High Stakes XI which resulted from a feud that would've netted her the "Most Hated" award if Andrea Hernandez wasn't a thing in my opinion.

Simone: I doubt there are many who'd disagree with that Jason, let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights dim as pink fog starts to take over the entrance ramp. "Pour Some Sugar On Me" by Def Leppard begins to play over the speakers as the lights brighten up. Pink pyro begins to cascade down from the tron as Candy comes bouncing out holding Fluffy.

Justin: Introducing first, from Malibu Beach, California, and being accompanied by Fluffy, please welcome Candy!

She skips her way down to the ring. Outside the ring, she hands Fluffy to stagehand before getting in the ring and bouncing around some more.

Simone: During the build to Violent Conduct VII Candy was named interim co-owner by Mark Ward after Christian Underwood went on vacation.

Adams: Yes and after everything she did during that time, I doubt Christian will be taking another vacation anytime soon! Who books a World Bombshell Championship Match to take place in a Food Fight Match?!

Justin: And her opponent!

The arena goes dark as red strobe lights begin to shine. A Japanese Flag appears on the screen as "The Dark Side" suddenly begins to play over the sound system. A big man steps out from behind the curtain followed by two women. The crowd seems confused as he steps to the side and Char Kwan takes centre stage with her hair in a large braid. Her eyes are narrowed towards the ring while completely ignoring the crowd altogether.

Justin: Making her way to the ring, accompanied by Mr. Chalmers and Kiara, now residing in Reading, Pennsylvania by way of Kyoto, Japan. She is the self-proclaimed "Japanese Siren" Char Kwan.

Char Kwan walks down the ramp with her entourage as the crowd is really letting her know how they feel about her. She ignores them while walking right up to the ring. She hops up onto the ring apron, waits for Mr. Chalmers before leaping over the ring ropes. She walks to the furthest corner, climbing onto the turnbuckles and holding up a Flag behind her that shows Japan on one side and South Korea on the other. She shouts profanity at the crowd in Japanese before hopping down and leaning against the turnbuckle. Mr. Chalmers takes the flag from Char while giving her more advice.

Simone: Char Kwan served as Krystal Wolfe's seventh challenger for the Bombshell Roulette Championship at High Stakes XI but came up short when Krystal beat her at Char's own submission game!

Adams: The last time she competed on Climax Control Char beat Azurine Vebbins so badly that Azurine hasn't been seen on Climax Control since! Here's hoping that she doesn't do the same to Candy!

Before he calls for the bell Jacob quickly turns his attention to Char's entourage at ringside, despite Mr. Chalmers assurances that they are there for support Jacob shakes his head and ejects them from ringside!

Crowd: *mega pop*

Simone: About time someone did something about Char's entourage!

Adams: Hopefully the rest of the SCW refs follow Jacob's lead! Candy is taking joy in it at least!

Char's entourage protest the decision whilst Char watches on with an unreadable expression on her face, Candy on the other hand taunts the entourage waving them off as they reluctantly head back up the ramp, but Char takes advantage of this, charging at Candy and nearly taking her out of her boots with a clothesline, Jacob sees this and quickly calls for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And off course, Char uses the opportunity to get a cheap shot on Candy!

Adams: This isn't the first time Char has done this, she opened her match against Azurine Vebbins with a cheap shot as well!

Jacob immediately shifts his attention to Char and admonishing her for the cheap shot on Candy but it's clear that Char isn't interested in anything that Jacob has to say as she continues to stomp away at Candy, he eventually manages to get Char to back off long enough for Candy to regain her bearings and sit up, unfortunately for Candy all she gets for her troubles is a Shining Wizard to the face prompting Char to go for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

And Candy gets the shoulder up!

Simone: Char's cheap shot at the beginning of the match wasn't enough to keep Candy down for the count.

Adams: It rarely is, especially against a former Bombshell Roulette Champion!

Char shakes her head in response before she picks Candy back up and goes for a Suplex, unfortunately for her Candy slips out the back of the Suplex attempt and hits Char with Hangman's Neckbreaker but before Candy can press the advantage Char rolls to the outside to try to slow down the momentum and get things back in order for her, Candy shakes her head before she heads up to the top rope and waits for Char to turn around.

Simone: Candy's turned this match around with that neckbreaker but Char's trying to slow things down before it gets out of hand.

Adams: Might be too late for that because Candy has a big moved planned!

Jason ends up being correct in his assessment as Candy leaps from the top rope and nails Char Kwan with a massive cross body to the outside getting a ton of air on the move in the process! The crowd shows their appreciation for Candy as she picks Char back up and rolls her back into the ring and follows her back in for a pin attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

And Char Kwan kicks out! Candy doesn't loose her composure on the failed pin attempt however instead picking Char back up and executing a Bridging Fisherman's Suplex! Candy holds on for the pin as Jacob gets into position.

ONE!

TWO!

And Char Kwan gets the shoulder up! Candy goes to pick Char back up for another attempt at the Fisherman's Suplex but this time Char's ready for it, blocking the Suplex attempt by refusing to allow Candy to hook her leg for the Suplex and then reversing the attempt into a Small Package!

ONE!

Char uses her free hand to grab onto the bottom rope for extra leverage.

TWO!

And Jacob catches her in the act breaking his pin (conveniently right as Candy kicks out of the Small Package) and admonishes Char for her blatant cheating, Char, off course, refuses to back down and tries to assert that she wasn't cheating.

Simone: Char is playing with fire here by arguing with Jacob over the slow count.

Adams: And against someone like Candy she's bound to get burned if she keeps this up!

Char eventually relents and turns around right into a stiff forearm from Candy, one thing leads to another and the two women start exchanging blows in the middle of the ring, after a few minutes Char ducks the wild right hand from Candy and backs her right into the ring ropes before whipping her off, on the rebound Candy ducks under the clothesline attempt by Char and then rebounds with a crossbody, at the same time as Char tries for the same move causing both women to crash and burn.

Simone: Candy and Char are down and seemingly out.

Adams: We're at the count of seven and Jacob is checking on Candy as she uses the ring ropes to pull herself up and wait, is that Kiara from Char's entourage?!

Indeed, Char's second in command has snuck back to ringside whilst Jacob's back is turned and has a chair in hand, in one swift motion she passes the chair to Char before ducking under the ring to avoid being caught in the act by Jacob and before Jacob even knows what's happening Char swings the chair at Candy's head, and misses! The chair instead bounces off the ring ropes and into Char's face stunning the Japanese-American Bombshell long enough for Candy to get a surprise roll up!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner, Candy!

Simone: Candy picks up the win in her first match back, albeit under controversial circumstances!

Adams: You can be assured that these two women will meet again if this match was any indication!

Candy quickly rolls out of the ring before Char can recover from the shock and attack her, Kiara pokes her head out of the ring and quickly realizes that she just (in a roundabout way) cost Char the match before she starts apologizing profusely to Char as Candy celebrates on the ramp.




We cut to the backstage area and it is there where our image shows us an over the top and very eccentric Ruby Steele. She smirks as she moves her aqua hair about. She claps her hands together licking her lips as she begins to speak to the camera.

Ruby: Good evening SCW viewers. It feels so OUTRAGEOUS for you to be in the Gems locker room right now but I feel that now would be the best possible time to speak to all of you. Last week my older cousin, the GLITTERING GODDESS... THE MISTRESS OF THE MICROPHONE, THE SHINING STAR, THE DELICIOUS DIAMOUND, THE BELOVED BEAUTY, ALONG with every other moniker you can think of under the sun made her OFFICIAL return to the SCW roster and wasn't it such a glorious sight?!

Diamond could be seen looking at herself in a mirror. She smiles moving her long pink hair about as she takes out a pocket mirror to look further at her makeup. She smirks as she turns her attention to her cousin.

Diamond: I would say Outrageous but you can keep on going.

Ruby: She did exactly what she set out to do. She made a huge impact! She returned with style and showed Krystal that despite having all of these accolades attached to her name. At the end of the day she truly was nothing. Diamond put Jet City South back on the map and the Go Gym... Well Krystal was simply all hype. Perhaps you should not throw out open challenges and demand matches that you can't simply win.

Diamond nods her head as she looks at the camera.

Diamond: I came back and I did exactly what I had set out to do. While the light of Kate Steele may have faded in a lost to Melody Grace nothing can stop this Diamond from shining bright! I mean I beat the Roulette Champion and just like that I am right back to where I belong. My relevancy is right there. However as much of a success as me being resigned to this company, and trust me there are those WHO DIDN'T WANT ME TO BE RESIGNED TO THIS COMPANY people are tired of me coming and going like an open door. The fact is I felt like myself. it was the first time since my divorce that I have felt that way. I beat a champion. However people aren't rushing to talk about how great my return to this company was.

Diamond shakes her head with disgust.

Diamond: Oh no instead you have people like Vargas who are trying to set on their fucking arse claiming that this will only lead to me begging for a title opportunity. It's really funny that people wish to sit on the fucking sideline with their little twitter posts talking up everybody else's business but when it comes to their own career they haven't been relevant in ages. You have women such as Keira begging to fight somebody who I just beat, and surely trying to basically slide her way into getting a title opportunity. You have Roxi Johnson trying to portray this new found attitude because she wants what she wants. It's all fucking bullshit. Heroes becoming villains or even doing things that don't seem to be the qualities of a hero. You have Bea basically being handed a title shot, and you have a World Bombshell Champion in Amber basically telling people that they can come on down and get a piece of her.

Diamond shakes her head again laughing.

Diamond: That sounds absolutely stupid. By doing that surely you are going to get somebody like Jessie Salco wanting to get a piece of relevancy again even though she had failed at it for like 20 times. It's all a fucking joke. Myra who dominated the scene got two back to back World title shots this year, and that's the same amount of opportunities I had at that belt since I been part of this company.

Diamond shrugs her shoulders.

Diamond: Are we really serious right now?! I am not going to beg for a title shot but I am going to do the thing nobody expects me to do. I am going to FUCKING EARN IT! I am going to rise through the ranks and make this bombshell division shine again. Not that Amber is doing anything wrong but it's a bloody disgrace when the thing that is most over about this fucking company is Hayley Halsey and she's not even in the company. That's when you know there's an issue. This division needs something to make it shine bright and only I CAN GIVE IT THAT APPEAL. It's time to show you how raw cut I can be. So do me a favour Mark and Christian. Line them all up... Every single one of them so I can move up the chain of this pecking order!

Sapphire smirks as she looks at Diamond.

Sapphire: Give Diamond a chance to rise up because if you thought... We are going to take matters into our own hands.

Emerald: That's not a threat...

Diamond: It's a promise....

Ruby: And there's nothing outrageous about it...

Diamond smirks as she and the rest of the girls look into the camera. They begin to tear up on the backstage area causing all types of problems as we go elsewhere.




Simone: Last week on Climax Control, Amber Ryan basically told the whole Bombshell Roster to step up or get stepped on! Several Bombshells took the champion up on her challenge both on and off the show but perhaps none were more shocking than recent Go Gym Graduate "The French Rose" Adrienne Beaufort stepping up to the plate.

Adams: We should stress this, especially for those who saw Adrienne's debut match last week against Chloe Benton, as talented is she is Adrienne is a raw rookie and only eighteen years old! She said on twitter repeatedly that her match against Chloe was her very first match, that's how new she is to the sport!

Simone: And yes, whilst she is a former martial artist with black belts in judo and karate and a Go Gym Graduate as I said, the bosses themselves had to step in and.......

The intro to "Unleashed" by Epica hits the speakers and the crowd turns their attention towards the entrance ramp as Adrienne steps out wearing her street clothes.

Adams: Err, this wasn't scheduled, was it?

Simone: No, it wasn't, I think Adrienne is doing this behind the bosses' backs or even her manager's back, Katie isn't with her!

Adrienne quickly makes her way down the ramp and slides into the ring, she wastes little time in asking for a mic from a stage hand and though the stage hand is reluctant at first he does give her the mic as her music dies down.

Adrienne: Land of the Free, land of opportunity, those are phrases that I've seen used to describe this county before I moved here a few years ago.

Adrienne states as she paces around the ring.

Adrienne: I am out here to grab such an opportunity, Amber Ryan you told the Bombshell roster to step up and prove their worth, well I'm here, waiting for you to come out and........

Adrienne's sentence gets cut off as the mic shuts off, at this point her manager Katie Storms runs down the ramp as she Adrienne takes another mic.

Adrienne: Nice try guys, but I'll take Justin's mic if I have too.

Simone: Good god, can't this girl take a hint?!

Adams: Belinda, Gabriel and Odette apparently tried to talk sense into her during the week, but she didn't listen to them either!

Katie quickly steps into the ring and takes another mic from a stage hand.

Katie: Adrienne, please listen to me, this is for your own good!

Adrienne: Amber told us to step up, I'm not about to back down from this!

Katie: You're not ready for someone like Amber! Krystal has years of experience on you, and she couldn't beat Amber, why do you think you'll do any better!

Adrienne: I don't care!

Adrienne brushes past her manager and leans on the ropes

Adrienne: As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, Amber I'm out here ready to step up, all I need is for you to come out and answer my challenge!

Dust And Bone, that familiar anthem of otherwise impending doom roars in response to the call...

Ask for the devil, and the devil shall come and so steps out the World Bombshells Champion with a curious smile and mic in readily taped hand. Dressed, prepared, and strangely intrigued all at once.

Amber: Ah, I see this is still a crusade then... It's funny, cause really- it's not your challenge to seek an answer for. Is it?

Amber lazily twirls the mic in her hand, bored and yet captivated by this show of bravado.

Amber: Like so many- you wanna make your mark around here. You wanna be remembered, recognized for your heart and your soul... Right?

Katie tries one last time to talk sense into her ward, but Adrienne pays no attention to her.

Adrienne: Everyone's been telling me that I'm a fool for even thinking about doing this, even my trainers and fellow graduates of the Go Gym.

Simone: Most people would take that as a hint!

Adams: She moved to the US at the age of sixteen to train at the Go Gym, Adrienne's not most people.

Adrienne: But your right, I am here to make my mark in wrestling one way or another and if that means throwing myself against a challenge from the likes of you, so be it!

Katie: Adrienne, please, it's not to late to back down.

Adrienne glances over at Katie but shakes her head.

Adrienne: So, champ, what do you say? Adrienne Beaufort vs. Amber Ryan, one on one! I don't care if the titles on the line, I just want this chance to prove myself! And as for if and when it'll happen........

Amber: Absolutely... Not.

There is no doubt a moment of stunned silence, the first perhaps instance of the otherwise 'always up for a thrown down' World Champion declining a fight publicly.

Amber: Can we be honest here... Like woman to girl? A word of advice if I can sweetheart, start listening.

Amber paces slowly across the stage, but otherwise keeps her measured distance.

Amber: What I'm doing is to be considered a mercy. Anyone on this roster will tell you that's a rare thing- rarer than a breath in a Crystal Zdunich and Keira Johnson conversation.

Amber pauses thoughtfully, giving the rookie her undivided attention perhaps to make her understand the gravity of the situation.

Amber: Normally I'd be all for a massacre... However, there's needs to be meat on the bone, there needs to be something to gnaw on... You know? I'm sure that you're just the most delightful little princess walking out of that gym... However, I'm not your trainer, I don't wear padded gloves and give time outs.

Amber steps to the edge of the stage as though determined to make her point known.

Amber: If you step in that ring with me, I won't be held accountable for the size of the box you get sent back in. Do yourself a favour darling, and go be that spunky little rookie somewhere else, but my doorstep...

Adrienne: That's it huh? All this bravado and you still say no?

Amber shakes her head as she starts to make her way to the backstage area.

Adrienne: Or is it that your too much of a coward?

Simone: Tell me, she didn't just say that?!

Adams: Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Adrienne Beaufort, tragically cut short by Amber.......

Simone: NOT THE TIME JASON!

Amber stops dead in her tracks just as she is about to disappear backstage, slowly the World Bombshell Champion turns around and starts marching towards the ring as Katie pulls Adrienne back, finally Amber enters the ring and gets in the shorter Bombshell's face as Adrienne refuses to back down.

Amber: You really are a brave little soul, aren't you Adrienne?

Amber chuckles as Adrienne glares at her.

Amber: Take a piece of advice from someone who's been doing this since you were in diapers, learn to walk before you try to run!

Amber leaves the ring without another word and heads to the back as Adrienne absentmindedly drops her mic, once Amber is out of sight Adrienne lets out a frustrated scream.

Simone: Adrienne might not like this now, but someday she will be ready to face Amber.

Adams: I hope so, she has a bright future if you ask me.

Katie drops her mic and begins consoling the clearly frustrated Adrienne as the two women leave the ring, Adrienne slumps behind her manager as she walks up the ramp, arms crossed and glancing at the ground.




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

Arena goes dark as the ominous tones of New Years Day's "Shut up" begins to blare. The entrance lights up as does the video screen that shows, climbing up a set of stairs we see with each step taken a different footwear. Saddle shoes followed by heels followed by Chuck Taylors followed by a pair of wrestling shoes with kickpads.

The roar comes over the sound system as we see Bella standing on top of the entrance. She stands wearing her wrestling gear along with a ring jacket with the hood up and starts making her way to the ring.

Towards the end of the chorus she hops up on the ring side and climbs to the second rope, drops the hood of the jacket with a smirk and a wink as the song fades out.

Justin Decent: From New York New York, standing 5'5 and weighing in at 125 pounds...BELLA MADISON

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 Decent: Now in the ring, residing in Los Angeles California, standing 5'10 and weighing in at 125 pounds...SELEANA ZDUNICH....

DING DING DING!

And we're off as Seleana and Bella move around one another.They go to lock up, Seleana uses her height advantage to shove Bella towards the corner walking her down. As they get to one of the six corners Bella hooks her leg around the bottom rope, the referee reaches a count of four before Seleana puts her hands up and steps back offering a clean break. Bella shakes her head as Seleana just simply shrugs, the two women move around again, Bella shakes out her fingers and arms before going in for another clock up, Seleana again uses her height advantage and stays on top of Bella shoving her back. Bella backs up and this time she puts her feet back, pushes herself off the middle rope, circles around her hip and rolls Seleana up.

ONE!

TWO!

Seleana kicks out, right away the pace changes, Bella grabs Seleana as she comes in hitting a headlock takedown, Seleana uses those long legs to wrap her legs around Bellas head, Bella doubles her body up with her knees and kips up out of the head scissors, Bella then goes for a soccer style kick to Seleana, Sleeana lays backwards, Bella ends up facing the other direction and suddenly she jumps and flips back with a standing moonsault landing on Seleana before hooking her leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Seleana kicks out again. Bella sits up and reaches down to pull a kneepad up and readjust.

Adams: Wow what a hot start from these two, we have a former Bombshells champion against the woman who will next try and wrestle that same title away from Amber Ryan

Simone: Big win from Bella to earn that shot, but here's the problem, no one and I mean no one has ever questioned the lineage and skill set of a talented person who could be the champion....

Adams: Yes I know where you're going with this and I get it, Bella needs to put it all together

Bella bounces around calling for Seleana to get up, as Seleana does Bella runs in going for a clothesline, Seleana throws her body back avoiding it like a move from the matrix, she throws herself up and then throws her leg back kicking Bella in the stomach doubling her over, Seleana cocks up her hand and goes to fire off a right hand, Bella ducks it and hits the ropes, she then jumps up, spirals around and goes for a headscissors, Seleana plants her hands and front flips out of it, she turns and smiles, Bella rushes in and Sel hits a hip toss taking Bella over, both women up and Seleana hits an arm drag, both women back up and Seleana hits a beautiful looking standing dropkick taking Bella back down. Seleana dives on her hooking her outside leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Bella kicks out, Seleana pulls Bella up not wasting any motion hitting a hard forearm, then another then another, she hooks Bella by the head and turns running up the ropes and flipping back bringing Bella down into the family tradition! Seleana hooks her leg.

ONE!

TWO!

Bella kicks out again and now Seleana is the one who looks frustrated. .

Simone: The difference between these two women is that Seleana has been to the top of the mountain, but aside from that they are more similar than you would think. They're both fan favorites, both great athletes and both try so hard...

Adams: And they got so far, but in the end, it doesn't even matter...

Simone: I legit hate you right now.....

Seleana pulls Bella up by her hair, she pulls her arm back and goes to fire off that right again, but Bella slaps Seleanas hands away, she starts firing off hard rights at Sel, she backs the taller woman back against the ropes and hits a hard knife edge chop, she grabs Sel by the wrist and whips her across the ring, Sel goes for a clothesline and Bella ducks it, she hits the ropes, jumps up and hits a snap hurricanrana taking Sel down, Seleana lands in a sitting position, Bella keeps the momentum going, she hits the ropes again and as Seleana tries to get up Bella blasts her with a shining wizard!. Sel goes down and Bella jumps on her.

ONE!

TWO!

Seleana kicks out.Bella looks even more frustrated, she pulls herself up, Seleana gets up too and Bella goes for a yakuza kick, Seleana dodges it causing bella to lose her balance as she steps forward, Seleana uncorks her hard right hand she calls the En Kristen Rättighet. Bella's head snaps to the side and she falls to the mat looking unconscious, but instead of going for the ring Seleana steps back and shakes her head, she mumbles something to herself and reaches down pulling the almost lifeless body of Bella Madison upm she then lifts her up by the arms into the shot of Z, Bella though looks like she comes to, she kicks her legs and slides down, she rolls Seleana up out of the shot of Z, she lets go of Sels legs and instead of going for a pin leaps up and hits a double foot stomp on the chest of Seleana.

Bella again goes for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Seleana kicks out and Bella screams in frustration.

Simone: Oh god that was so close, someone has to win this match and Bella just came the closest.

Adams: She reversed the shot of Z, she drove all that air out of Seleanas body but even being winded Sleeana was able to get a shoulder up. I am impressed with both these women.

Bella takes a few deep breaths as Sel gets up, she runs at the ropes and goes for the beautiful disaster off the ropes, Sel ducks it and Bella lands hard, Seleana pulls Bella up, she hits a snap suplex before throwing her long body up and over the top showing great strength and natural power deadlift Bella up into a standing vertical suplex crashing Bella to the mat, Seleana gets up and slams his fist on the top turnbuckle showing some fire, She rolls over Bella, picking her up from the ground into a firemans carry, Seleana rolls forward kipping up off Bella body to her feet before grabbing the top rope and flipping back onto Bella with a corkscrew moonsault!. Seleana hooks her leg and counts with the referee.

ONE!

TWO!

THR-Bella kicks out!

The fans go nuts believing it was over that time.Seleana looks at the ropes and runs at them as Bella is in the perfect position, she goes for the kattaga! She flips back, Bella ducks under, she jumps off the ropes and as Seleana lands on her feet Bella hits the beautiful disaster!. Seleana goes down, Bella looks to the corner, she pulls herself up and rushes to the ropes, she flips back with the second gen landing of Seleana!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner.... Bella Madison!

Adams: And Bella's hot streak continues!

Simone: Surely now, Amber Ryan might take Bella a little more seriously!




The scene opens backstage in Mark Ward's office where we see the SCW co-owner sitting between two Bombshells, the reigning Bombshell Roulette Champion Krystal Wolfe (alongside her managers Matthew Kennedy and Marty McFarge) and one half of Team Hero Keira Fisher-Johnson, the Aussie has her title slung over her shoulder as they wait for the meeting to start.

Mark: Krystal, Keira, earlier this week the two of you agreed that you should face off, whether the Roulette Title was on the line was irrelevant as I remember.

Krystal: Right, Keira's someone who I've wanted to face since I joined SCW, at this point putting my title on the line would be the icing on an already delicious cake.

Keira: As hungry as her analogy makes me, I'm in agreement with Krystal.

HS: Whilst that might be the case, myself and Chris agree that there is more money to be had if we put this match on the first Supercard of the new year, insert name of Supercard here will be a show that set's the tone for 2021.

Marty: A very wise decision Mr. Ward.

Matthew: Indeed, and I have always respected you......

Krystal lets out a loud laugh when she hears that.

Krystal: Weren't you part of Team Erik?

Matthew: Well, yes but that was all the way back in 2013!

Krystal: And didn't you beat the crap out of Mark that one time?

Matthew: Water under the bridge, right Mark?

HS: Nope, not even close.

Krystal: Anyway, I'm okay with the match being on the first Supercard of the New Year but that still leaves one question unanswered, you said that I was due for a title defence, is that still happening?

HS: I would think so, Christian really doesn't like those titles to get too dusty.

Krystal: Well, now that that's cleared up, anything to say Keira?

Keira smirks at all of this. She looks at Krystal and says.

Keira: Like I said last week. I wanted NEW competition. I had told the world that I was tired of facing the same old, same old. Week after week. As much as I love and respect you. I will give you my best. If you keep the championship, then it's just more of a reason.

Keira continues to look at Krystal, saying.

Keira: To be the one that takes the belt away from you is icing on the cake. But you better survive.

Krystal grins before looking at her nails absentmindedly.

Krystal: Matthew, when did I win the Roulette Title?

Matthew: Into the Void X, back in April.

Krystal: And how many times have I lost since I won the title?

Marty: Twice, during the last cycle against Andrea Hernandez and last week against Kate Steele.

Krystal: Thanks, that's all I needed to know.

Krystal responds before patting her title.

Krystal: Keira I've been surviving since I won this title from Royal Purple, I went five months without losing a single match after I won this title and anyone who watched my matches against Andrea and Kate knows how close I came to winning.

Krystal says before she leans back.

Krystal: Don't talk to me about surviving when that's all I've been doing since my reign started! Through my efforts I've put the Bombshell Roulette Title back on the map, it's gotten to the point where Mark here has called upon a Hall of Famer because frankly, the division regulars aren't cutting it against me!

Krystal says before grinning.

Krystal: By the time we face off at the first Supercard of the new year Keira I'll be well into my two hundred days as Bombshell Roulette Champion, are you sure you can end this momentum?

Keira giggles a bit, saying.

Keira: You do realize that most didn't think I wouldn't win the World Bombshell Championship. I proved everyone wrong.

Keira takes a deep breath.

Keira: You going to prove me wrong?

Krystal: How many people predicted that my reign wouldn't survive the defence against Maki? How many people thought my reign would end long before we got to this point?

Krystal asks before shifting her weight.

Krystal: Since day one of this reign, I've been proving people wrong left, right and centre! And I will continue to prove people wrong right into the New Year and beyond! Now, I believe we have a contract to sign, right Mark?

Mark nods as he passes the two Bombshells the contract.

HS: Went over this with your managers Krystal, it checks out, just need you to sign this on the last page, Krystal as you are the champion you will sign the contract first.

Krystal nods before she takes the contract and goes over it, her expression is unreadable for a few seconds as she looks over it before nodding and signing the contract.

Krystal: Signed, sealed, and delivered.

Krystal says as she signs the contract and practically shoves it into Keira's hands.

Krystal: Be sure to go over it Keira, looks fairly enough to me!

Keira looks at it as she says.

Keira: Never once did I predict you losing. I believe in fate.

Keira signs it and looks at Krystal, saying.

Keira: Fate is telling you that it's time for a real challenge....

Krystal: Maybe not you, but it was easier to list the Bombshells who weren't predicting gloom and doom for my reign when it started.

Krystal comments as Keira hands the contract back to Mark.

Krystal: I guess the only thing left to do is wait for the Supercard, but I'll be watching your matches over the next few weeks.

Krystal says as she stands up and nods at her managers.

Krystal: Wouldn't want a member of the legendary Team Hero to start slipping up ahead of our match now, right?

Keira: Don't worry about me slipping.

Keira looks at Krystal

Keira: Make sure you don't fly too close to the sun...

Krystal: An Icarus comparison, funny, it's almost like my fiancé is off Greek descent or something!

Krystal scoffs as Keira stands up and Krystal raises her title high above her head as they go face to face.

Krystal: Let me make one thing clear Keira, I respect the hell out of you as a competitor and you've done almost everything there is to accomplish in the Bombshell Division, but you need to face facts.

Krystal adds as she rests the title over her shoulder.

Krystal: The time of Team Hero is coming to an end! The era of Krystal Wolfe is just beginning!

Hot Stuff looks down at the contract.

HS: Looks all good here. Ladies and gentlemen, at Inception V, Krystal Wolfe defends, should you still be the champion by then Krystal, against Keira Fisher!

Simone: There we have it!

Adams: and what a match that will be!

The camera cuts elsewhere.




We see a locker room door open and Levi Russow bounce out almost completely taking out beloved SCW interviewer...Pussy Willow. He adjusts at the last moment and barrel rolls out of her way as she squeaks he pops up with his arms outstretched looking freaked out.

Levi Russow: You alright Ms.?

Pussy: It's Pussy.

Levi Russow: ...I...I beg pardon?

Pussy: Pussy Willow!

Levi Russow: D'you kiss your mother with that mouth!?

Pussy: Why do I always have to explain this...

Levi Russow: Well it could be becau-

Pussy: My NAME...is Pussy Willow.

Levi Russow: ...oh...OH.OH your NAME!

Pussy: Yes!

Levi Russow: Oh thank God! Oh...oh Christ I thought for sure my wife was 'bout to barrel out this room and scalp you.

From inside the room we hear a woman scream...

Woman: STILL MIGHT. CHEROKEE NATION FOR LIFE, BITCH!!!!

Pussy: I'm actually glad I ran or...ALMOST ran into you! Can I get a word?

Levi Russow: Existentialism.

Pussy: What?

Levi Russow: Good word.

Pussy:Okay...so...you've had just about as many matches as your son did when he was here but by this point, HE...was a champion. Thoughts?

Levi Russow: He was! I'm damn proud of him! But Jack and I aren't the same kinda cat, baby girl! I ain't as young as I once was, but i'm as good once as I ever was, yknow what I mean?

Pussy: No not at all.

Levi Russow: Things haven't...EXACTLY gone how I'd hoped they would have when I signed on the dotted line. But here's the thing...I just went toe to toe with the World Champion...Alex fuckin' Jones! And it took a desperation inside cradle to put me away. And at the end of that match? We'd earned each others respect. But I can't pay bills...with respect. So whenever Alex is ready, I'm down to run that back! But until then...there's a long list of names I wanna get through before I hang it up. And the faster i get started, the more I get in. So Ms. Willow, if you'll excuse me.

Levi clicks his tongue and shoots her a wink as he bounces off down the hall, Pussy looking with her head sideways as he leaves as we hear the woman on the other side of the door scream...)

Woman: PICK YOUR BATTLES.

Pussy clears her throat and straightens her dress and quickly walks off down the hallway as we cut to a commercial for Shop SCW.




The giant TRON screen flashes on and we see Bill Barnhart relaxing on the couch at his home in Lawrenceville, Georgia. Iris, his English Bulldog, is sitting on the couch next to him. Bill pets Iris on her head and she moans with delight.

Bill: I suppose you didn't expect to see or hear from me for a long time after the cowardly attack on myself and Vinnie at Climax Control 316. I'm at my home in Lawrenceville, Georgia, because I came back to see my family Physician, Doctor Kim, for an evaluation and to obtain his clearance to wrestle again quickly. Doctor Kim says I'm in great shape considering what the cowards did to me last week. Yes I have some bruises and cuts but these are nothing compared to the damage inflicted upon me by my half-brother Chris Shipman during our ten year feud in another wrestling federation.

Bill pets Iris then he gives her a kiss on her head.

Bill: People have been asking me if I'm willing to get back in the ring quickly or wait until everyone feels I'm totally healed. Those are people who are stupid and don't know how I am. I'm ready to get back in the ring now and I don't give a damn who the match is against, what the rules are, or if it is a Roulette Championship defense. If you think I'm making a mistake by wanting to get back into the wrestling ring quickly then you are the ones mistaken. The ones who made the mistake are the four cowards who couldn't get the job done against me, one-on-one, so they resorted to a gang beat down. The mistake they made was not finishing the job. I remind everyone that my half-brother, Chris Shipman, promised to kill me and yet in ten years of trying he failed. If Chris Shipman, who is without a doubt one of the most vile, evil, demonic, and vicious wrestlers ever to step foot inside a wrestling ring couldn't take me out then nobody is able to do it. So, yes, you will see me return to the ring shortly regardless what type of match it is.

Bill hands Iris a jerky treat which Iris quickly devours then she begs for more and Bill gives her another one.

Bill: The mistake people made recently wasn't that they ganged up to attack me. The mistake they made was not being able to take me out permanently. I'm here to stay and I will retain the Roulette Championship regardless of when, or how often, Management has me defend it. Keep your eyes and ears open as you will see me in the wrestling ring again shortly.

The giant TRON screen goes dark and the fans rise up in a loud murmur over the comments from Bill Barnhart.




Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a twenty minute time limit.

"Wasted" begins, and there is a brief murmuring of fans. As the song picks up, Jack Washington parts the curtain, a look of focus and minor indifference on his face. He shows very little emotion, walking to the ring in his hooded sweatshirt, tights and boots. He hits the ring, uses the ropes the stretch, and then sits on the top turnbuckle, mentally preparing himself to wrestle.

Justin: Currently in the ring, standing in at 6'1 and weighing in at 235 pounds!! Hailing from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania!!! Jack Washington!!!

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

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

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

He approaches the center of the ring and raises both arms into the air. Then extending the middle fingers on both hands he laughs as the cheering reaches a crescendo.

Justin: And his opponent!! Standing in at 6'6 and weighing in at 280 pounds!! Hailing from Port Arthur, Texas!! Mac Bane!!!!

DING DING DING!

Jasmine signals to both competitors that the match has started as Mac walks straight towards Jack Washington, who immediately rolls out of the ring and takes a walk while Mac is standing near the ropes staring down Washington. Jasmine tells Mac to back off before she can start the ten count. Mac reluctantly backs down, never taking his eyes off of Jack. Jack Washington slowly walks up the steel steps, telling Jasmine that Mac isn't keeping his distance as a reason for him not to get in the ring at the pace that she wants him to.

Simone: Already Jack is using mind games with Mac

Adams: Indeed Belinda, I just don't know whether it will work on a man like him.

Mac is shaking his head, grinning while gesturing to Jack to get back in the ring as he has gotten on the ring apron. Jack slowly pushes his upper body between the middle and top rope as Mac quickly moves towards him. This causes Jack to push his body outside the ring and complain to Jasmine, who turns around and admonishes Mac to get to a corner. Mac sidesteps Jasmine as he walks over to the ropes and opens the top rope for Jack and gestures him to get in the ring as Jack slowly steps back in the ring with a confused look on his face.

Simone: I guess Jack had not expected this gesture from Mac

Mac immediately gets in the face of Jack, forcing him into a corner before grabbing him by the arm and setting him up for an Irish Whip. Jack positions him in a way that he jumps out of the corner and lands behind the charging Mac Bane.. There he delivers a shot block to the back of Mac's leg as that causes Mac to fall on his back. Jack immediately grabs the leg of Mac and drives his knee into the thigh area of his injured leg before placing the injured leg on the canvas and drives a knee into the knee joint.

Adams: Smart strategy from Jack Washington to ground the bigger and more powerful Mac Bane.

Simone: And you know a man that is down can't hit you with those big time strikes of his.

Jack grabs the foot of Mac Bane and twists on his ankle while placing his foot on the good leg of Mac in an attempt to injure even more the painful leg of the former world champion who is trying to reach for any possible escape, but he is too far away from the ropes. Jasmine checks on him if he is willing to give in, but Mac refuses screaming no at every request. Jack lets go off the hold and sets Mac up for a Figure Four Leg Lock, only to have Mac kick him in the backside with his other leg when Jack has spun around. This sends Jack to the outside through the middle and top rope.

Simone: That was one needed break for Mac.

Mac tries to get to his feet, unable to put much weight on his painful leg as we see Jack getting to his feet and hops on the apron. There he jumps the top rope and jumps towards Mac with a flying forearm, only to be caught by Mac as he delivers a massive European Uppercut to Jack in mid-air.

Adams: Nice counter!!!

Mac hobbles towards Jack, grabs him by the head and elbows him a few times in the face before turning him into a standing front facelock. Twisting his head sideways as that puts pressure on his head and neck muscles while in the meantime get some blood flowing through his painful leg. Jack puts his hands upwards, trying to fight against the pressure that the bigger and stronger Mac is applying to him but realizes quickly that this has no use. He reaches for the ropes but is also too far away from the ropes as Mac has him positioned in the middle of the ring.

Simone: I wonder how Jack is going to get out of this??

The answer to that question doesn't take long to be answered as Jack pokes Mac in the eye. Causing him to break the hold and backs off, giving Jack the opportunity to get to his feet and get behind Mac for an attempt to a German Suplex. But Mac has got it blocked before elbowing Jack in the side of his head. This causes Jack to let go off the hold before being levelled by a big time Lariat that sends Jack crashing down on the canvas after a 360 in the air. Mac rolls Jack on his back and hooks both legs in a pin attempt

ONE!

TWO!

But Jack manages to get his shoulder off the canvas before the count of three. Mac immediately gets up and executes series of Fist Drops to the forehead of Jack before locking in a downed reverse chinlock. Squeezing tight with his massive arm across the head of Jack as that causes him to breathe more difficult while trying to reach for the ropes. Jack's hands are inches away from the ropes as he is unable to reach them, suddenly grabbing the shirt of Jasmine for some support or leverage as the official demands him to let go.

Adams: It is not allowed to touch the official!!

Simone: I am sure that Jack knows this, you must keep an eye on him!!

Jasmine tries to get out of arms reach of Jack Washington as Jack slowly manages to get a vertical base while still reaching for Jasmine. This causes her to be focused solely upon him as that causes her not to notice him kicking Mac between the legs from behind. Causing him to let go off the hold and dropping hard on the canvas while holding the painful body part.

Adams: LOW BLOW!!!

Simone: Jasmine did not see it!! I told you to keep an eye on Jack!!!

Jasmine sees Mac down and then turns her attention towards Jack. Questioning whether he had executed a low blow, only to response from Jack that he did not do anything wrong while giving her an boyscout pledge.

Simone: Oh please!!

Jack quickly turns back towards Mac and goes for a nonchalant cover

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...

But Mac manages to kick out at the final moment, causing Jack to look up at Jasmine with a look of total shock. Raising a hand towards her with three fingers, telling that it must have been a three count but she tells him no. Jack turns around, clearly annoyed by all of this and grabs Mac by the head. He lifts him up to his feet before executing a picture perfect standing dropkick that sends Mac staggering backwards into the ropes. Jack gets up to his feet and charges in on Mac with a running clothesline but Mac somehow manages to hit him with a big boot in the face.

Adams: GOOD GRIEF!!!

This drops Jack down on the canvas while Mac gets to one knee. Holding on to his family jewels for a moment, trying to catch some well deserved breath before reaching for the head of Jack Washington. He lifts him up to his feet, placing his head between Mac's legs as he pounds away ont eh back of Jack Washington. Jack drops to the canvas before being picked up again by Mac in a Powerbomb position. Mac hooks both arms around the waist of Jack and hoists him up in the air with all of his might as he sets him up for a Powerbomb. But Jack rakes the eyes of Mac as he was lifted up in the air, causing Mac to let go off him. Jack lands behind Mac and hits him again with a shot block to the same painful leg from earlier in the match before quickly locking him in his finishing move.

Simone: Brotherly Love!!!!

Jack has got the Crippler Crossface locked in tight on Mac, screaming for him to tap out to the hold as Mac is not giving in to the pain that Jack has got him in. Mac is trying to crawl towards the ropes, only to have Jack counter it by placing his foot on the bottom rope for leverage before pushing him off the ropes and towards the middle of the ring while still having the hold locked in tight.

Simone: Is Mac going to tap??

Adams: He may not even make it!! I think he is going to pass out!!!

Jasmine is checking in on Mac, who is nearly out of it before calling for the bell as she senses he is out cold.

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match by submission!! Jack Washington!!

Jack finally lets go and has his hand raised when suddenly he gets attacked from behind by The Supreme Machine. Dropping Jack with one big time clothesline before grabbing him by the head and delivers a big time Chokeslam in the middle of the ring. He is quickly accompanied by The Godly Ken Davison and Dominic Strife. The two grab the arms of Jack Washington, setting him up for a massive big boot from their partner before dropping Jack down on the canvas.

Simone: This was uncalled for!! I can't believe this!!!




The scene cuts to Myra Rivers in the locker room and she is showing a brighter spirit than before. She's in an incredibly lighthearted mood following the events of last week and more than anything, she's exuding a confidence that Sin City Wrestling hadn't seen until now that is clearly growing bigger and stronger with time. She's keeping a bright smile on her face as she begins to speak.

Myra: Last week, with my match against Roxi. Was it the outcome I wanted? No. But was it progress considering the previous match that I had against her? Absolutely. I wanted to win that match, but at the same time, I didn't lose it either. Now, you're probably wondering how I could be happy with a draw, but let me lay out some circumstances for you. Summer was hell for me considering my saga with Amber Ryan. If I told you that a certain "R word" didn't cross my mind after Violent Conduct, I'd be the biggest liar in the company. Most people in my position would've retired. I didn't. Instead, I completely gave myself a psychological makeover of sorts. I brought back the best version of me in the "Rebellious Vixen" following my loss to Roxi. I did what I had to do to be the happiest, brightest and best version of myself again knowing that I had to be that to get to where I want to be and more importantly, so I could be HAPPY and not define myself by the accolades that I've won or the accolades that I never got to have. The Rebellious Vixen returned at High Stakes in that Chamber of Extreme match against Jessie Salco and ENDED her undefeated streak.

PHENOMENAL first step!

Step two was last week. The odds were against me. It wasn't just the fact that I was only two weeks removed from Chamber of Extreme, but it was also the fact that I was going up against one third of the High Stakes main event, someone that had just recently beaten me and when I JUST brought back the best version of me and still finding my feet with how I'm going to further adapt to the landscape of this company. Just about everyone and their mothers had Roxi winning this thing to build momentum for another chance at Amber. But she didn't. Who was the one on social media expressing dissatisfaction with the outcome. Was that me? No. That was Roxi. Who was the one being hard on themselves? Not me. Roxi. What was in that for me was the definition of a 'moral victory'

I'm JUST finding my feet again, two weeks removed from Chamber of Extreme and I forced a DRAW with one thirds of the High Stakes main event?

The odds I overcame just to even get THAT much! It gives me JUST the validation and the proof that I have always known was within me that next year, I AM going to be the SCW Bombshells World Champion. I'm only going to keep getting better. I'm only going to keep getting stronger. The best version of ME is only going to keep finding her feet and keep evolving. If I can force THAT outcome NOW, imagine a few months down the road when I keep getting better and stronger and I keep evolving! THAT is how you bust your ass! THAT is how you make your mark. THAT is how you overcome adversity.

THAT is how you get to the front of the line. I'm not going to stand here and say "content but not satisfied", no... I'm going to say "satisfied, but I know that there is STILL work to be done and I WILL get it done".

It's like I've been saying, "the beat yourself up" version of me doesn't exist anymore. It's not about living in the past or wearing the past on my sleeve... it's about evolving, growing and being stronger and happier for the future.

Yet... there is one person that while I can appreciate their passion and desire... doesn't QUITE know what it takes.

Adrienne, sorry honey. But this whole thing with trying to cut the line and go right after Amber? It's not smart. Not only that, but you do that and you're going to have a whole line of Bombshells bitter and angry at you for trying to go right after her. They are going to see it as cutting the line. You are going to have some of them jumping at your throat saying 'how dare you'. That's not my problem with you... and I don't necessarily HAVE a problem with you. You can't just jump in front of everyone else to go for Amber. That's essentially suicide. This isn't me saying you can't beat her, but you've got to be realistic. When I was your age? I was just training. I was scraping by. I was lucky at that time to even get an Indy booking. It took me five and a half years grinding in the Independent scene before I got my first mainstream wrestling contract.

You? Right out of the gym. Do you have any idea how fortunate you are compared to most of us? And you want to waste THAT going right after Amber?

It took me more than 11 years on the mainstream and nearly 18 years, PERIOD, dating back to when I started my training on my 18th birthday, for me to say that I've 'made it' and that I'm wrestling the best that I ever have and as I've said before, that wasn't possible before I came to SCW. I was almost twice as old as you are now before I finally came here... and I had to wrestle in MANY companies all around the world and accomplish all of these amazing things before I even got here.

You've got so much to learn about paying your dues in this business. You've had ONE match. It's nothing personal... but I damn well don't want to see someone like you hurt yourself and kill your own career before it starts. Maybe this is all stuff you should be thinking about before you go straight for Amber.

If it comes down to it? If I have to be the one that teaches you about paying your dues? I wll!

Myra remains confident and maintains her bright demeanor as she exits the locker room and the scene fades to black.




Ms. Rocky Mountains, the erstwhile backstage interviewer for SCW stands by in a makeshift interview space. Less than expansive the velvety black fabric backdrop makes it appear no bigger than a ten-by-ten foot shed made of cloth canvass sporting the company logo and doing away with any sort of roof leaving it open to the intense beam of the overhead lights. Rocky, familiar with the heat generated by the key light pays it no mind and looks on nonchalantly awaiting the scarlet signal light atop the expensive Arri Alexa professional film camera to go green. Standing just off set to her left is the 17-year-old newcomer Genevieve 'Chloe' Benton clad in a simple pair of black, non-descript sneakers, blue jeans and a plain white tee shirt encapsulated within a loose-fitting gold colored nylon windbreaker. Small in stature Genevieve appears out of place among the comparatively large people and wrestlers meandering about the back hallway. The passersby pay her no mind, their thoughts occupied by other matters, likely to do with the show already in progress. A loud hoot by the crowd followed by cheers tells enough of the story to Chloe. She looks on as another one passes by, a huge, leather clad giantess of a woman whom she recognizes as Tempest, another rookie. She pauses, casting a brief glance at Chloe before moving along, her heavy footsteps leaving the diminutive 17-year-old feeling like Jack on the wrong end of the beanstalk. She is ushered in by the overly endowed reporter and joins her while dauntedly folding her arms across her much less impressive upper torso while Rocky goes over some of the bullet points with her production assistant.

Chloe's brown eyes nervously scan the backstage area, not looking for anything, merely allowing her mind to wander the suspected catacombs awaiting adventurous strangers in this strange land. Her soft gaze follows where her mind takes her, and she finds it to be much grander than anticipated. Having spent the entirety of her five months in the business working out of Bingo halls and VFWs she had grown accustomed to tight spaces, public restrooms, shared dressing rooms and low ceilings fitting of facilities no larger than the average convenience store. This arena, she finds, is anything but cramped. The drafty infrastructure is expansive, with long corridors of intertwined cables, wooden freight boxes, speakers and television monitors, each of them sprawling off into different sections of the concrete labyrinth. Further examination leads her to estimate the main pathway running adjacent to the interview set to be at least 30 feet in width and appearing to circle the entire arena, probably hundreds of yards, maybe more. The ceiling appears to be another 30 or so feet over their heads and is lined with lights and plumbing pipes which snake through the supporting steel rafters steadily holding many tons of rebar and cement aloft. Little Dorothy is no longer in Kansas. Wiping her brow with the back of her hand Chloe exhales in a jittery whistle. Finally, the cameraman peeks above the optical lens and nods to Rocky, silently informing her that they are ready to go. He holds his outstretched right hand up, each of his five fingers extended and begins his countdown, dropping a finger with each utterance, five... four... three... two... one...

Ms. Rocky Mountains: This is Ms. Rocky Mountains, and I am joined by the newest and youngest member of the SCW roster, Miss Genevieve Benton! Genevieve, welcome to SCW!

Shuffling her feet, the rookie timidly peeks up through the bangs of a voluminous light brown mane veiling her forehead. Having never experienced such a massive, and expensive production she looks on uneasily. Noting the trepidation of her guest and chalking it up to her guests' lack of experience in large scale production Rocky places a hand on the kid's slender shoulder, hoping to put her more at ease while covering the microphone and whispering into her ear to take a deep breath. Following suit Genevieve exhales heavily, an audible blast of air escaping her lips and planting her fidgeting feet in place allowing Rocky Mountains to resume her task.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: First off Genevieve, I've noticed on your social media accounts that you seem to use the name Chloe. Is this what you prefer to be called?

Chloe: Yes, p - please. It's my middle name and everybody calls me th - that.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Chloe it is then. So, tell us Chloe what got you interested in pursuing a career in professional wrestling?

While she does have previous interview experience in the sport it was obtained through a small, independent promotion performing for crowds often numbering less than a hundred people in a small local market and aired on an independent station with no hope of seeing Nielsen worthy numbers. SCW is an entirely different animal, an alpha predator in a pixelated jungle of competing cable offerings. Big bucks for big numbers, all dependent on the larger-than-life lions of the squared circle, a circle in which she suddenly sees herself as but a morsel. Her feet begin to fidget again, and through trembling lips an affliction picked up in childhood rears its frothing fangs, ready to bite while she repeats the question in her mind, trying to reassemble the verbal probe into a tactful retort.

Chloe: Well, I – I needed a job because... n – no! I mean I've loved wrestling a – all my life. My – my dad turned me onto it when I was little. I – I – It was something I dreamed about for – for...

She is cut off by the reporter who, sensing the youngster's anxiety, tries to ease Chloe's fluster by gently rubbing her hand along her back.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: It's ok, just take your time and breathe. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Big, deep breaths. Everybody has a first time on the big stage.

Drawing a long gulp of oxygen, she attempts to wrangle the wild horses stampeding through her mind. Trusting in the tenured veteran's advice Chloe again engorges her lungs, exhaling slowly and deliberately. One horse... two... and a third before the scattering remnants of anxiety retreat into the abyss. She signals her readiness with a curt nod and a hard swallow.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: So, you've dreamed of becoming a wrestler since you were a little girl. How did you manage to break in at the tender age of 17?

Chloe: I was having an argument with my father one day about getting a job... I didn't do so well in school, and I saw this sign advertising a wrestling training. It was a local guy, Buffalo Joe. He had this school and was offering to teach people for free if they agreed to work for his promotion AWC. I wrote the number down and called him the next day. I – I didn't expect him to agree to teach me since I was so young, b - but he did.

A pause ensues while she replays the answer back in her head. She hadn't intended to mention the fight with her father, but her mouth once again overran her thoughts, much as it has always done when the pangs of anxiety escape the corral to trample the tranquility. That's one horse.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I read that you wrestled for Joe for five months. What made you decide to make the big jump to SCW?

An arduous exhale proves unable to rope the loose stallion galloping through the thoughtful terrain, its hooves kicking up distressed clutches of dirt, spraying her speech with stuttering clods. A second horse has jumped the fence.

Chloe: Well, he – he died and AWC h – had to close.

The bluntness of her statement leaves the interviewer surprised. Quickly she consults her notes forsaking the youngster to question herself. Wrong again, another unchecked mistake only serves to muddle the already murky waters of their tête-à-tête and leaving Chloe scrambling to reign in her suddenly quivering knees, only to see her efforts thwarted by a dust cloud of dread enveloping her attention and giving the now three escaped horses their heads. Before she can chase down the fleeting courage the pair are interrupted by the co – owner of SCW, Christian Underwood. Approaching the duo his gaze hardens to an icy sliver of indifference looking down at his promotion's newest signee. Taking another step, his gleaming black Dior Timeless dress shoes stop barely an inch from standing atop Chloe's toes. Not bothering to tilt his head the boss elects instead to look down his nose to her. Standing as straight as possible Chloe finds her 5'1" frame less than up to the task and dismayed she settles back onto her fitful heels.

Christian: Hunh, I didn't think Mark had a thing for midgets.

He remarks with a pause to adjust his silk blue tie. Recognizing him as the co – owner as well as her boss, Chloe sticks out her hand. Although taken aback by his remark she elects to treat it as a hopeful misstatement and from behind the veil of confusion manages to push a timid smile to the surface.

Chloe: H - hello Mr. C – Christian. I'm Chloe and I – I just wanted to tell you...

The girl is cut off by a hand thrusted in front of her face. Adjusting the lapels of his blue sport coat Christian shakes his head, a silent admonishment which she takes as a message to shut up. She takes a step back looking up at him through baleful brown eyes and stammers,

Chloe: I – I'm sorry, I – I j – just...

Christian: Skip it. I know who you are, I saw that travesty last week. I know that it was Mark Ward who signed you while I was taking a spa day. He didn't even bother to consult with me, so I figured I'd go and get a look at you in person. Needless to say, I am a bit disappointed What does that man not understand about six feet two hundred pounds?

Circling the wagons, she takes a step back and drawing a deep breath prepares to defend herself. Never, throughout her 17 years has this tactic borne fruitful results but she could see no other option than to grab the ball and hurl it. Another hard swallow is followed by an arduous exhalation, and she clears her throat,

Chloe: H – hey, I wr – wrestled l – last week!

Unfazed by her challenge Christian looks down his nose again to the petite pitcher and casually picks up the proverbial bat.

Christian: I didn't see that match but honey, if you wrestle anything like you talk, I don't want to see it.

And he rounds the bases, turning his attention to Ms. Rocky Mountains with Chloe stepping off the mound in defeat. Her head bowed the girl silently curses herself for yet another failure. Of course, what else could she expect? Having failed at everything her entire life, from school, to dating, to work, and life in general she should not have expected anything more than a result which has become a staple of her anguished existence, abject failure. Wiping a lone, unseen tear from her eye she turns and starts to leave but her departure is interrupted by a shrill whistle stopping her.

Christian: Forget what I just said kid. I don't have anything against you. I'm having a bad day and I have a lot to do so if you just skedaddle your butt on out of here, we'll be fine. Go check out catering down the hall, alright?

A demure nod offers all the answer the trembling maiden is willing to give.

Christian: Ok, get the hell out of here. The grownups need to have a little chat.

With Chloe excusing herself Christian turns to Rocky, his expression glowering in annoyance. Watching the little lady depart Rocky herself breaths a grateful sigh of relief.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Jesus, thank God, you saved me from that. That kid is impossible to interview!

Christian: Yeah, I need to talk to Mark about offering a contract to a twit like that. Have we no damned standards?

In a brief tarry he spirals his neck to glare accusingly at the cameraman. The green light atop the camera serves as an indicator to his continuing to film.

Christian: Hey dumbass, you wanna keep your job? Then turn that damned thing off.




We are backstage with Vinnie chatting with his friend Pete the cactus, who gets a huge pop from the crowd after seeing the return of the infamous plant. Vinnie looks up and grins before placing his friend on a table next to him.

Vinnie: Hola amigo's, I am aware that tonight I am not booked. I have been handing Bill some big time painkillers to stop him from having his big head explode out of rage for what Mac Bane's little bunch of little cats have done to him last week

There is some laughter heard from the crowd as Vinnie smiles for a moment before turning very seriously.

Vinnie: Funny how I am being told to be educated by a man that thinks just because Bea accidently hit him in the eyes and we tried to help him that he can attack us with all of his buddies for no reason?? Because that does not sit well with me and my amigo Bill. But we already showed your Supreme disappointment and his buddy that we are better than them... and eventually we will get to you too Mac.... But before I do, there's another guy who I have got some unfinished dealings with.... YOU Brother David.

Simone: Uh oh....

Vinnie: I hope you will succeed in keeping that title, because I want to be the one that takes it away from you.... And what better to do so than to challenge you for the final show of the year... Where I can end this year on a high note, by becoming the NEW Internet Champion and leaving you into a heap of sorrow....

He smiles as he turns his attention to Pete

Vinnie: OH and Pete says that he once kissed a cactus and liked it.

Adams: Uhhmmmmm

The crowd laughs at the comment as the shot slowly fades




Justin: Our next match is for the Internet Championship. First to make his way to the ring, from Milan, Italy, at five feet nine inches and two hundred fifteen pounds, please give a great California welcome for AGOSTINO ROMANO!!!

Fragments Of Insanity by Necrodeath plays over the sounds system as Agostino Romano comes out with James Brown from the curtain, wearing green and yellow wrestling trousers with green and yellow elbow pads and green and yellow boots, having his fists in the air with James Brown following behind him. The crowd gives a mostly favorably reaction to the appearance of Romano. As he walks toward the ring Agostino does high fives to the crowd. He sees a kid in the front row which he pulls funny faces at along with giving them a hat from his Global Bike Championship days. The kid is thrilled to have a special memento from this wrestling event. Agostino walks to the ring, climbs the ring steps, then steps into the ring. Romano plays up the crowd as they cheer him on and James Brown claps and cheers him on from the arena floor. Agostino then walks to a corner to wait for the arrival of his opponent.

Justin: Next to make his way to the ring, from Tulsa, Oklahoma, at six feet four inches and two hundred forty-five pounds, please give a great California welcome for BROTHER DAVID SHEPHERD!!!

A white light flashes over the crowd that is almost blinding. It returns to a more tolerable brightness as "Feel Invincible" by Skillet begins to play through the arena. The crowd boos and gets louder when they anticipate the appearance of Brother David Shepherd. As soon as Brother David steps out onto the landing the boos become louder. David throws throwing his hands in the air holding the Internet Championship in one hand and his Holy Word book in the other. The crowd increases the intensity of their booing but David doesn't care what they think. Brother David smiles and nods his head while he goes back and forth across the landing. After playing the crowd and irritating them David walks down to the ring. He then walks up the steps to the ring apron. He places his Holy Word book on the ring apron before stepping into the ring. Brother David then plays the crowd again waving his Internet Championship over his head to more increased booing from the fans. David struts around the ring and then he glares over at Agostino Romano before settling into a corner to await the start of the match.

Adams: I believe Agostino Romano is fired up for this match and he will give a great performance and likely earn the Internet Championship from Brother David Shepherd.

Simone: Considering Brother David is around the same size as Bill Barnhart, and Agostino lost by submission to Barnhart who is the Roulette Champion, in a Roulette Championship match, why you believe he can now defeat Brother David is beyond my level of comprehension.

Referee Dawn Barnes walks to the center of the ring and notions for David and Agostino to join her. She lays down the rules of the match and informs the two she will strictly enforce the rules. She then quickly checks both wrestlers to ensure they are clean of weapons or substances which are not allowed and when she is satisfied she informs the two to wait for the bell from the Timekeeper to start the action of the match. Referee Barnes asks for the Internet Championship from Brother David and he hands it to her. She walks over to the side of the ring where the Timekeeper is located and she hands the Internet Championship to them to hold until the match is other. Referee Barnes then motions to the Timekeeper to ring the bell for the official start of this match.

DING DING DING!

The two wrestlers come out from their corners and meet in the center of the ring. Agostino, always the gentleman, extends his hand to Brother David for handshake to start the match. David reaches out and grabs the hand of Agostino but instead of shaking his hand he grasps the hand of Agostino and pulls him hard to him and hits him with a clothesline dropping Romano to the mat. David then drops an elbow to the chest of Agostino then he goes for the pin.

ONE!

Agostino gets a shoulder up after the one count. Brother David gets to his feet and holds back to allow Romano to get to his feet. When Agostino is on his feet he charges him but Romano dives to the side causing David to miss the attempt. When Brother David turns around to face Agostino he gets hit with a drop kick by Romano. This blow doesn't drop David to the mat but it does staggers him. Agostino then executes a leg sweep that drops Brother David to the mat where Agostino goes for the pin.

ONE!

Adams: A good back and forth to start the match. Both David and Agostino have a pin attempt on the other.

Simone: Yes both got a pin attempt on the other early in the match but I still say the height and weight and wrestling attitude of Brother David is going to be the determining factor in this match.

Brother David quickly gets to his feet as does Agostino Romano. They both reach out with their hands to try to get a grasp on the other. Brother David then grabs the arm of Agostino and whips him into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Romano ducks it, comes to a quick stop, and when David turns around Agostino hits him with a drop kick. Agostino then runs to the nearest corner where he leaps up on the ropes, climbs to the top of the corner, and launches himself with a Moonsault. Unfortunately Brother David saw the Moonsault coming and he catches Agostino on his way down and spins around slamming him hard into the mat. Once again Brother David goes for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Agostino gets a shoulder up to break the count and Referee Dawn Barnes holds two fingers up to indicate it was a two count. Brother David pounds his fists into the mat as he felt he had the win with that pin.

Adams: Well, Belinda, you always say that close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades but this is a wrestling match.

Simone: It won't take much longer for Brother David to get the win.

Brother David walks across the ring and leans back into the corner. Agostino Romano gets to his feet, sees Brother David in the corner, and he realizes this might be a trap to lure him in he holds back for a bit. When Brother David doesn't exit the corner Agostino looks at Referee Barnes to have her tell David to come off the corner ropes. She informs Romano there's no rule against a wrestler who wishes to lean back in the corner. Realizing he won't get a decision on this from Referee Barnes he charges into the corner toward Brother David. As Agostino gets close to the corner David raises his leg where the bottom of his wrestling boot is facing Romano. Agostino sees the movement and he adjust to prevent from taking a boot to the face, spins around while grabbing the leg of Brother David, then he drapes the leg over the ropes, then he lays into the leg of David with punches and elbows to his leg. Satisfied he administered enough damage Agostino removes the leg of David from the ropes then he wraps Brother David up in a figure four leg lock. David is not close enough to the ropes to grab them and earn a break from Referee Dawn Barnes. When the Referee steps in to ask David if he wishes to submit Brother David tells her no way in hell he will submit so she allows the match to continue. Agostino sits up and tries to adjust his figure four leg lock but as he is adjusting his legs Brother David also sits up and starts landing hard punches to the head of Agostino which draws a warning from Referee Barnes and causes Agostino to release the figure four leg lock. Referee Barnes reaches a four count and David stops punching Agostino to end the count at four.

Adams: A near win by disqualification for Agostino Romano.

Simone: No way Brother David was going to get himself disqualified.

Brother David mouths off to Referee Barnes but she reminds him she is the official in the match and punches are grounds for a count where you either stop or you get disqualified. David has some last words for the Referee and when he turns to face Agostino he gets hit with a hard forearm smash by Romano. David responds with his own forearm smash on Agostino. The two continue to trade blows until Brother David whips Agostino into the ropes catching him with a clothesline on the rebound. Although Agostino is dropped to the mat he quickly gets to his feet. The two trade blows again and this time Romano whips Brother David into the ropes catching him with a clothesline on the rebound. Brother David body slams Romano hard to the mat. Agostino gets to his feet and when David charges him he lands a kick to his body which stops Brother David. Agostino takes advantage of the hesitation to leap up and lands a hard kick to the side of David's head.

Adams: A good back-and-forth there.

Simone: We finally agree on something.

David gets to his feet and he is a bit groggy but he's still going toe-to-toe with Agostino. Brother David and Agostino continue trading blows and then we see David grab Agostino and shove him backward into the corner. Agostino is against the ropes in the corner when Brother David charges full speed and it appears he's going for a spear. When he nears the corner Agostino leaps up on the corner which causes Brother David to go head-first through the ropes and he hits his head on the steel ring post. As David is backing out of the ropes Agostino dives off the top of the corner grabbing David around the body on the way down. Romano drives David to the mat and he rolls him up in a pin while firmly holding onto him and bridging for the pin.

ONE!

Brother David hears the Referee's count and he attempts to get out of the pin but Agostino has a firm hold on him.

TWO!

Brother David is struggling to get a shoulder up but with the pressure Romano has on him with the pin prevents him from getting a shoulder up.

THREE!

Referee Dawn Barnes calls for the bell from the Timekeeper to end the match.

DING DING DING!

Adams: YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!

Simone: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Referee Barnes orders Agostino to release his hold on Brother David and he does. Then he gets up and stands off to the side. Referee Barnes walks over to the Timekeeper and retrieves the Internet Championship and she walks to the center of the ring where she meets up with Justin Decent and she gives her official decision on this match to him.

Justin: The winner of this match, and now a three time Internet Champion, AGOSTINO ROMANO!!!

Referee Dawn Barnes hands the Internet Championship to Agostino Romano then raises his hand for the victory. When she releases his hand Agostino exits the ring proudly strutting toward the backstage area while holding the Internet Championship over his head. Back inside the ring Referee Barnes is talking with Brother David to ensure he is okay. He informs Referee Barnes he is okay and can exit the ring and get to the backstage area without assistance. We watch as David exits the ring and then walk into the backstage area.




THE FOLLOWING MESSAGE HAS BEEN APPROVED BY THE SCW BOMBSHELLS INTERNET CHAMPION: ANDREA HERNANDEZ!

Some pre-recorded footage cuts to Andrea Hernandez, the SCW Bombshells Internet Champion, as she sits on a throne of sorts that overlooks a Thanksgiving dinner. She has her championship on her lap and she's advertising her 2020-21 undefeated streak with her latest "Undefeated" t-shirt. She is finding herself in some bright holiday spirits already as she begins to express her thoughts.

Andrea: Thanksgiving! A time where we are all gathering with our families over eating 4000 calories a pop and gaining five pounds in the process! A time where we tell stories of our lives that nobody gives a fuck about and a time where we sit back and reflect on how the Pilgrims and the indigenous natives of our land all got along and had a big, plentiful dinner together.

...or how the natives got slaughtered BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT REALLY HAPPENED!

Stupid, propaganda fairy tales that they feed our children in the second grade I swear...

ANYWAY... some of us in Sin City Wrestling have so much to be thankful for. But for others, they have so much to regret. I am very fortunate that I don't have any regrets at all to think about. In fact, I even made a list of things that I am thankful for!

Andrea clears her throat as she reveals an envelope. She opens the envelope and pulls out a list that she put together herself.

Andrea: Here is ALL that I am thankful for this year.

Number one... being the SCW Bombshells Internet Champion!

Number two... going an entire YEAR undefeated after the embarrassment of High Stakes X.

Number three... being voted the Most Hated wrestler of 2021.

Number four... my natural beautify and outright prodigal talents!

Number five... I... wrecked... Sam Marlowe... TWICE

Number six... the fact that I AM content AND satisfied unlike SOME PEOPLE...

Number seven... that I am NOT YOU ROXI! Keep self-destructing. I said it on social media, I will say it again! If you are coming off of being in the High Stakes main event and you can't even beat someone two weeks removed from CHAMBER OF EXTREME... you DO NOT DESERVE ANOTHER SHOT AT A WORLD TITLE!

Number eight... that I am NOT YOU, CANDY! WHY are you even coming back when you have NOTHING to show for ANYTHING anymore? Oh you had ONE fluke Bombshells Roulette title reign! WOW! But ever since then, you have devolved into another Char Kwan or Violet Amelia Holt!

Number nine... the fact that I am NOT YOU, Bea Barnhart. The perennial loser of Sin City Wrestling is about to be DESTROYED by Amber Ryan. DESTROYED! Glad it's you and not me... and even if it WAS me, there's no way that bitch would destroy me anyway.

And finally... number ten... the fact that I am ANDREA HERNANDEZ, THE Bombshell of this company that EVERYONE loves to hate! NOBODY has had a better year than I have! NOBODY has created the bu

that I have! You all wanted to slow me down and dance on my grave, but that didn't happen. Now? I'm just waiting idly by while I find out who my next contender is. Maybe Keira gets another shot. Granted, me pinning her at High Stakes might ruin her stock. Maybe it's someone unprecedented like that annoying Arianne bitch that has a death wish. Maybe it's someone like Bea Barnhart as a consolation prize after tonight... if she even survives TONIGHT that is! The fact of the matter is, it doesn't matter to me. I am just ONE MONTH AWAY from going ALL of 2021 UNDEFEATED! I hadn't paid attention to that possible accomplishment, but since I am SO CLOSE to it, I am DEFINITELY paying attention to it now.

ALL OF YOU want to be THE ONE that ends that streak before 2021 expires. Let's be REALLY honest about that. But sorry, not sorry. It's NOT going to happen! I will accomplish, for the first time EVER, the distinction of having an UNDEFEATED CALENDAR YEAR... and WHEN I accomplish that... that is something that I will REALLY be thankful for. So, why don't you all just stuff yourselves with your rotten Thanksgiving leftovers crying over your regrets, crying about how you're not good enough and how you need to be better, or crying over the fact that you're not as relevant as you were 12 months ago.

I can hardly wait to see how everything I just said gets taken out of context because DUH, you BITCHES are ALWAYS going to do that.

Happy Thanksgiving... NOT!

Andrea lets out one last scoff as she has a chuckle to herself. She's beaming with confidence as she looks over the Thanksgiving table and the scene fades to black.




Goth is sitting in his locker room, staring at his fists while concentrating for his match

Goth: Once again the tag titles are in my reach, the Mixed tag titles that have been the only titles that I have not had the pleasure to own in my career. And yet I am so close, so near to succeeding that task

His breathing is steady, he slowly closes his hands to fists and slowly raises his head to the camera.

Goth: Win, lose or draw Austin. I will go through hell and high water to get those belts. I want to win them, but know this Austin. One way or the other, I will get the job done. Just keep that belt ready for me, because Goth is going to be champion once more.

With that the shot fades




The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see French Bombshell and Go Gym Graduate "The French Rose" Adrienne Beaufort leaning against the wall with her arms crossed, clearly still frustrated at Amber Ryan denying her a match earlier in the show.

Jessie: So, what are you going to do now?

The redhead looks up and sees Jessie Salco approaching her with a water bottle in her hands, Adrienne sighs before she approaches the veteran Bombshell.

Adrienne: Been asking myself that since I returned from the back to be honest.

Jessie: Good, that at least confirms that you're moving on from this setback.

Adrienne: Yeah, I guess, I was frustrated at first, but I got over it, though I'd be lying if I said that there wasn't any lingering frustration, though now I'm wondering what I'm going to do now.

Jessie: Build yourself back up.

Jessie responds before taking a sip from her drink and Adrienne gives her a confused look.

Jessie: Adrienne I've been knocked down more times in my SCW career than I care to count, I prefer leaving that job to Mercedes in all honesty! But I always built myself back up.

Jessie says before taking another sip.

Adrienne: Is that what you call your "World Bombshell Championship shot campaigns"?

Jessie nearly spits out her drink when Adrienne says that.

Jessie: Heh, and here I thought you had balls for challenging Amber at your experience level.

Jessie responds with a laugh once she regains her composure and Adrienne grins.

Adrienne: Krystal told me that I shouldn't be afraid to speak my mind when I was getting ready for my SCW debut last week.

Jessie: Yeah, knowing my interactions with her? That checks out.

Jessie admits before shaking her head.

Jessie: Look, the rest of the Bombshell roster views you as a foolhardy rookie who got in over her head after Amber issued that challenge last week, and those are the polite ones.

Adrienne: The not-so polite ones call me an idiot, don't they?

Jessie: Pretty much, the only thing you can do at this point is prove your critics wrong and the best way to do that, is to go out and win matches.

Adrienne: This, coming from the woman with the worst win/loss record in SCW?

Jessie nearly loses it at that.

Jessie: Jeez, didn't Gabriel and Odette tell you to respect your elders.

Adrienne: Oui, but you're not exactly held in high regard at the Go Gym, even with your friendship with Krystal and Team Go.

Katie: And not without good reason.

The two women look up and see Katie approaching them with her arms crossed.

Katie: What do you want Jessie?

Jessie: What? Is a veteran not allowed to give advice to a rookie?

Katie: Depends on the advice, especially with your track record.

Adrienne: Katie, it's fine, she was trying to pick me up after what happened with Amber.

Katie: I get that, but shouldn't that be my job as your manager?

Jessie: The same manager who let her get this far into the whole Amber Ryan mess to begin with? The same manager who didn't stop her from going out and calling out Amber until AFTER Adrienne was already in the ring.

Jessie takes another sip from her drink.

Jessie: Alicia was right, you are a shit manager.

Katie: I don't see you doing any better Jessie.

Jessie: That's because I had the confidence in my abilities the go out and show the world what I can do when I first signed with SCW, not hide behind a rookie who's not even old enough to drink yet just because she graduated from the same training school and has a background in Martial Arts.

Adrienne: Is there a point to this?

Jessie: There is, look, I get that Caleb's injury forced you to take drastic measures but from where I stand you have a lot of room to grow as a manager.

Jessie looks at Adrienne and then back at Katie.

Jessie: Frankly? Frenchie here is the future of the Bombshell division and I think you know it! A good manager would nurture her talent and guide her career in a wise direction, not let her jump in the deep end with no life preserver because she made a few ill-advised tweets, in other words, keep her on a tighter leash when it comes to her wrestling career, and don't let her make the same mistakes twice.

Jessie adds before she goes to walk off.

Jessie: One last thing Adrienne, from one LGTBQ wrestler to another? The right person will come eventually, don't look towards Hayley fucking Halsey for someone to compare your relationship status too!

Jessie walks off as the scene fades.




Justin: The following match is for the World Mixed Tag Team Championships. Introducing first the challengers...

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

Justin: Making her way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 125 pounds... MERCEDES VARGAS!!!!

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

Justin: And her tag team partner... from Utrecht, the Netherlands... GOTH!!!!!

Darkside blasts across the sound system as Goth walks out to the ring, he is dressed in a long black Goth like robes. He is followed to the ring by Sapphira, who is wearing her usual Goth dress. Goth stops halfway the entrance way and stares at the crowd who are booing the owner of the AWA who grins and walks further on. In the ring he lets Sapphira take off his robe and he stares down the runway awaiting his opponents.

Adams: We're about to have ourselves a Mixed Tag Team Championship match... and it's a rematch from High Stakes XI at that! Goth and Mercedes are looking to avenge that event.

Simone: They gave it a good challenge but even with that, the mixed tag champions have been just too good ever since they won the titles. They have to really step up if they want this to be a different outcome.

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.

Justin: And her partner, from Manhattan, New York... weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds... the other half of the SCW Mixed Tag Team Champions AUSTIN JAMES MERCER!!!!

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

Adams: The tag team champions are as confident as they should be coming off of that High Stakes victory, especially Austin James Mercer considering he pinned Goth at that event.

Simone: I'm sure that memory is still crawling through Goth's mind right about now. If Austin gets inside his head about High Stakes, I don't see the titles changing hands.

DING DING DING!

Austin and Goth lock up for a bit to test each other's strengths out. Goth breaks the lock up and traps Austin in a headlock. He picks him up and gives him a back suplex taking control of the match. Goth drops down to his knees and he pounds away at Austin for a bit as Austin gets back to his feet through the barrage of punches. Goth then grabs him and floors him straight into the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Goth smirks with confidence as he drags Austin back up. Goth then picks him up further, all while Austin is still resisting with some punches, and slams him into the mat with a running spinebuster. Austin winces in some pain as he holds his lower back. He tries to roll away, but Goth is able to drag him back toward him, then turn him over to hook a leg for a pinfall attempt...

ONE!

TWO!

Austin kicks out...

Austin confidently goes back into his corner and tags Mercedes in.

Mercedes is acting pretty confident when she steps into the ring. Tempest stares her down. She makes a beeline for Mercedes with a clothesline, which she ducks. But, when Mercedes turns around, Tempest is waiting for her with a spinning backfist to knock her down to the floor. Tempest smirks as she picks up Mercedes and carries her all the way to the corner, slamming her back first into the turnbuckles. She is able to hang onto her when she carries her back into the ring. Tempest then has Mercedes on her shoulders and with one fell swoop, she is able to slam her hard into the mat with a Samoan drop. Mercedes is trying to catch her breath, but Tempest isn't going to let her as she gets up and drags Mercedes up by her hair. She picks her up and then slams her back into the mat with a scoop slam. Tempest stays on her for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Mercedes kicks out...

Tempest isn't too happy. She responds with dragging Mercedes back up to her feet then tossing her through the ropes and onto the floor. Following that, she tags Austin back in.

Adams: It's been a little bit even so far, but with the Bombshells, the strength advantage is just too much for the challengers. Tempest is having her way.

Simone: That was a smart move by Tempest to toss Mercedes out of the ring opposite of her own corner. This just may isolate Goth.

Goth runs in to try and build back some momentum for his team, but Austin nails him with a hard lariat that sends him crashing into the mat. Goth gets up and then Austin knees him in the gut. Austin then lifts him up and slams him into the mat with a gutwrench suplex. Austin is starting to feel it as Goth gets to his knees. Austin drags Goth back up and then he delivers a European uppercut that causes Goth to stumble. Goth stumbles back in his direction and then Austin comes back with a second European uppercut. This one causes Goth to drop to a knee on the mat. Austin wraps an arm around Goth, then he is able to pick him up and give him a hard vertical suplex near the center of the ring. Goth looks like the wind has really been taken out of his sails as an arrogant Austin drops down and hooks the leg for the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Goth is able to kick out. Austin grabs Goth and takes him to a corner, throwing him shoulder first. He then tags Tempest back in.

Tempest hops off the apron and grabs Mercedes, who had never gotten back to her corner, up to her feet. She tosses her back in and then climbs to the top. She tries to crush her with a top rope splash, but Mercedes is able to get out of the way just in time. Tempest is able to get to her knees, but Mercedes recovers and delivers a running double knee right into the chest. Tempest goes down again, but Mercedes locks her in a headscissors. She is trying to choke out Tempest, but Tempest starts to fight back. Mercedes legs go of the submission. Tempest gets to her knees and then Mercedes grabs her around the head and connects with an improvised floatover DDT to drop her into the mat. Mercedes turns Tempest over and covers her...

ONE!

TWO!

Tempest throws Mercedes off of her!

Mercedes lands near her corner, where Goth is waiting and she tags him back in.

Adams: Did you see how Tempest just threw Mercedes off of her? That was unbelievable! Mercedes smartly tagging back in trying to minimize the weight disadvantage as much as possible!

Simone: Mercedes had some great offense, but clearly, Tempest is just too much for her at the moment. Like you said, it was smart for Mercedes to get Goth back in the match.

Tempest gets up, but the referee has to get her back to her corner. Austin runs in and starts pummelling Goth down to the mat. He grabs him and drags him back toward the center. Austin tries a suplex, but Goth blocks it and takes down Austin with an STO. Goth sits up to recover for a bit and then he stands back up. When Austin does the same, Goth kicks him in the gut and then he turns him over and drops him with a swinging neckbreaker. Goth doesn't go for a cover, preferring to stand up and drag Austin up with him. Following this, Goth lifts up Austin and then drives him back into the mat with a snap suplex! Goth then makes the cover at this point.

ONE!

TWO!

Austin kicks out.

Goth looks miffed, but he drags Austin back up. He begins to set up for a powerbomb, but Austin counters with a back body drop. The momentum sends Austin stumbling toward his corner to tag Tempest back in.

Mercedes runs back into the ring and tries to give a crossbody to Tempest, but Tempest catches her and immediately floors her with a powerslam. Tempest smirks at what just happened as Mercedes rolls away with the wind knocked out of her. Tempest drags her up by the hair and then she lifts her up again. Tempest follows up with another powerslam. Mercedes writhes in pain, but Tempest isn't near done with her as she drags her up to her feet again. She grabs her by the hair and follows up with a couple of headbutts before picking her up and giving her a scoop slam near the center of the ring. Tempest stands up immediately then runs off of the ropes, comes back toward Mercedes, leaps and flattens her with a body splash! Tempest stays on her for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Mercedes kicks out.

Tempest drags Mercedes all the way to her own corner, then tosses her out of the ring again before Austin gets tagged back in.

Adams: I'm not even sure how Mercedes was able to kick out of that body splash. For many Bombshells, that move would probably knock them out.

Simone: Mercedes isn't just "any Bombshell" and she would definitely let you know it.

Goth gets up in his own corner, but Austin is there to greet him with a corner splash. Goth stumbles back toward him and Austin then picks him up and drives him right into the mat with a snap powerslam. Austin is feeling good, though he becomes miffed when Goth rolls out of the ring. Austin rolls out of the ring himself. He grabs Goth and throws him shoulder first into the steel steps before he throws him back in the ring. Austin re-enters the ring at this point as Goth rolls onto his stomach. Austin grabs Goth from behind then grabs one of his arms. Then, he hoists him on his shoulders and completes a pumphandle slam right in the center of the ring. Austin remains confident as he hooks the leg for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Goth kicks out...

Austin isn't too thrilled with this, but he shoves Goth under the bottom rope and out of the ring before he goes back to his corner and tags Tempest back in.

Tempest hops off the apron and grabs Mercedes, who was still outside of the ring, and she throws her back in. Mercedes begins to crawl as Tempest rolls back in. Tempest picks Mercedes up and she has a powerbomb in mind. However, Mercedes fires away punch after punch at her face until she is able to counter with a hurricanrana. Tempest comes back off the ropes and then Mercedes knees her in the gut. She comes off the ropes herself and then knocks down Tempest with a running knee to the side of the head. Mercedes steps back and measures Tempest as she starts to stir again. She allows Tempest to get to her knees before she delivers a buzzsaw kick to the side of the head. Tempest drops to the mat, then Mercedes pushes her over and pins her shoulders to the mat...

ONE!

TWO!

Tempest rolls the shoulder out.

Adams: Mercedes definitely had to exert a lot of effort just to get Tempest off of her feet, let alone on the mat for a two count.

Simone: Mercedes has been mainly tossed around by Tempest for a good portion of the matchup. Is she going to be able to start a rally here?

Mercedes maintains her focus. As Tempest starts to get up, Mercedes runs to the ropes. Tempest is up, but Mercedes bounces off of the ropes and spins back toward Tempest, nailing her in the side of the head with a springboard enziguri. Even with this, Tempest stays at a knee. Mercedes then runs in and nails her with a shining wizard to knock her back down to the mat. Mercedes with another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT

Mercedes stands up and steps through the ropes. She springboards off the top rope and attempts a springboard legdrop, but Tempest rolls out of the way. Mercedes winces in pain as she rolls away. Tempest recovers. She picks Mercedes up on her shoulders and then she flattens her with an electric chair drop. This takes the air out of both women as they both start to race back to their corners. Mercedes gets a tag first and then Goth runs in. Austin is waiting for him however, and he nails him with a running, leaping shoulder block. Goth gets up and then Austin nails him right in the skull as he follows up with the Mercenary kick! Goth looks like he is just about out of it as Austin drags him back up. He begins to set up for the Legacy Bomb, but before he can kick him up, Goth digs deep and blocks the move. He gets out of his predicament and turns Austin around, nailing him with the Goth drop! Goth is beginning to feel it as he gets up, slowly dragging Austin up with him. He gives him a quick knee to the gut then drops him with the Chaos ADDT!

Adams: Goth got him! Goth got him! Goth got him!

Simone: Tempest just got in the ring, can she save this?

Mercedes delivers a running knee to the head of Tempest as Goth covers...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of this match by pinfall and NEW SCW Mixed Tag Team Champions... GOTH and MERCEDES VARGAS!

Goth and Mercedes are overjoyed and the crowd is quite surprised as they both get handed their newly won tag team championships.

Adams: Mercer got the pin on Goth at High Stakes. But tonight? Goth returns the favor and in what some may see as a surprise, we have NEW SCW Mixed Tag Team Champions

Simone: I am surprised by this! The now-former champions were pretty dominant throughout their reign. But, the challengers stepped up their game and worked well together. Tempest tried to save it, but Mercedes found a second wind to intercept her. As a result, the titles have changed hands. Unreal!

Goth has been handed the mixed tag title that was previously owned by Austin. He has it over his shoulder and stares at it before turning his attention towards Austin. The two men stare towards each other before turning their gaze at the championship belt.

Simone: What will happen next??

Goth looks up again towards Austin and extends his hand. Austin looks at it for a moment before reaching over and shakes the hand of the legendary man named Goth before rolling out of the ring




"Limelight" by Rush begins over the PA and soon enough, Roxi Johnson parts the curtain, more of a smile on her face this week as opposed to last week. She still walks with purpose and soon enters the ring, politely taking the microphone from Justin Descent and promptly sits down cross-legged in the ring again just like last week..

Roxi: Well, it seems like I ruffled a few feathers last week, but as I said, if I have to come out here every week and make noise, I will, and so here I am, to address this current situation.

Roxi pauses, adjusting herself on the mat.

Roxi: I said last week that I was asking for a one on one match with Amber Ryan for the Bombshell's championship, because I felt I had at least earned a little bit of that during the past few months, but I also clarified it that it may fall on deaf ears and things may already be in motion, and if that was the case, that was fine, but it's not going to stop me from coming out here and keeping my promise.

Roxi takes a breath, shaking her finger and smirking.

Roxi: But apparently, that didn't sit well with a few members of the Bombshell's roster. Namely, Andrea Hernandez

Boos.

Roxi: And Mercedes Vargas

Boos.

Roxi: They may not have thought I was going to address this, but oh yeah, let's talk about it. All I have heard is negativity from those two for a long time. Andrea Hernandez continues to over and over throw my name out in her little speeches, which I'm sure she will do again later tonight because she cannot keep my name out of her mouth. She has continuously thrown out little subtweets and take shots at me, and I have said nothing about it. Until recently.

Roxi takes a breath, chuckling to herself.

Roxi: Now, all I did was say, hey, if you are having so much fun with this, and you want the "main event scene to get a makeover." I politely challenged Andrea to have a match with me. Remember, she has already beaten me, so it should be a piece of cake, right? She can move me out of this "main event scene" and that would be that.

Roxi shrugs.

Roxi: But she quickly chickened out, and said no.

Boos.

Roxi: I know, I know, I never expected the Bombshell's internet champion to duck a challenge and go run and hide, but that's exactly what Andrea did. So, that's one challenge that went unaccepted. And then, Mercedes Vargas, chimed in with her two cents.

Roxi shakes her head.

Roxi: Mercedes Vargas told everybody that both myself, and Crystal should stop trying to get championship matches because we are combined 1-7 against Amber and we need new Bombshell's to step up. And then, when she got called on it, she put that car straight into reverse and acted like it wasn't about her, and it was beneath me. Yes, it is beneath me to call people out when they call me out. I can play that game too. I just chose for a long time, not to do so. So, I said, hey, if you want to remove me from this spot I'm stinking up, please come do it.

Roxi shrugs again.

Roxi: She also backed down when challenged.

Boos.

Roxi: I know, I am really sad about these things. Two people who should be revered, talking a big game, and then... nothing. But word to the wise, Mercedes, you don't get to jump into the pool and complain when you get splashed. You can go sit down somewhere with that. Andrea, one day, we're going to wrestle again. It's only a matter of time. Just so you know. But let's be real here folks, neither one of them wanted to wrestle me, because they knew they would lose. They just wanted to heckle from the peanut gallery. It's real simple, step up, or step off.

Roxi holds her arms out, and shrugs again before continuing.

Roxi: Now, the only person who did accept any sort of challenge, was Crystal. Oh, by the way, happy birthday Crystal. I suggested this a month ago, and now, we apparently are the only two people, despite not belonging in the main event anymore, they are eager to actually be here. Which is what it is, I guess. But, let me clear the air about all this, I'm not trying to "hog" any spotlight. I welcome any and all people challenging for the Bombshell's championship. I do. I said it when I was champion at the beginning of 2020. I implore all of the Bombshell's to step up. All I am asking for, is just some time to finish what I am doing.

Roxi stares intently again.

Roxi: Which brings me to Amber.

Roxi pauses, her eyes narrowing.

Roxi: You and I both know we are FAR from being done. So, as I said, if I have to come out here every week to make noise I will. Someday, somewhere, we will be in the ring together again. I earned it once, and I will earn it again. I know you'll be waiting, but I want to give you the fair warning that you know you need. This is that warning. We are not done. As for what's next? I hope you all stay tuned.

With that, Roxi stands up, turns and hands the microphone back to Justin, again without fanfare as she leaves.




The catering room lives up to Chloe's expectations with her capacious brown eyes soaking in the huge room. Circular tables with seating for eight are draped in a red velvet cloth with white piping provide a graceful contrast with the honey-colored plates and utensils wrapped in a matching linen napkins and wine glasses set atop SCW logo coasters to present a welcoming visage. The walls, a similar shade to the plates line the room with carefully chosen, unobtrusive paintings and cream lighting fixtures spaced evenly apart throughout. A triumvirate of overhead chandeliers additional, although subdued illumination to the fixtures. Stepping over the threshold her eyes widen further, off to the far right a row of tables shows off a gleaming, stainless-steel line of buffet style food warmers, steamers and soup warmers, each with a separate attendant dressed in white chef like clothing with matching mushroom hat. The center of the line offers a meat carving station with the far end offering a collection of desserts including ice cream. Wrestlers intermingle with backstage personnel, referees, journalists and anyone else associated with the production. Making her way to the line she finds herself behind a pair of wrestlers, both female. One she recognizes from television as Crystal Hilton and the other, a taller, exquisitely dressed blond who whispers into the former Bombshell champion's ear to provoke a rolling laughter as they slide further down the aisle until satisfied with their selections. Next up Chloe surveys the offerings starting with Lentil soup which she passes by moving on to the vegetables which include peas, corn on the cob, string beans and baby carrots. Accepting an offering of baby carrots by the attendant she moves along to a section offering Chinese cuisine including steamed pork buns, Fried rice and others which she declines in favor of the Americana station sporting an array of hot dogs, cheeseburgers, fries and tater tots. Gratefully she accepts a cheeseburger from the server with a side of fries and excuses herself from the line to spy a table to sit at. An empty table presents itself near the double wide entry. Chloe makes a bee line for the table and takes a seat, stopping momentarily to marvel in the set – up and organization of the banquet hall.

Dabbing a dainty handful of fries into a splotch of mayonnaise she drives them into her mouth following it up with a swig of soda. Taking the burger in hand she lifts her head to gaze into the adjacent hall, watching the people wander about. Her thoughts are carried away by the ambience, floating along clouds of hope. This promotion has exceeded by far anything she could have imagined, fitly dressed wrestlers, some of them flanked by equally well-appointed journalists hoping to uncover a story. Conversation appears to be the order of the day with several tables full of chattering camaraderie sans Chloe who, as a newcomer has yet to make any friends, or even acquaintances. Instead, she sits alone, content to allow her mind to wander in the decidedly more upscale atmosphere until a loud voice emanating from the hall reigns in her attention, directing it to the source. The resident hothead Fenris, casually attired in blue jeans, a black tee shirt bearing his image, and black Nike sneakers adorned with white edging is flanked by his younger sibling Aron Baltasarsson with whom he is conversing.

Paying the pair no mind she turns her attention back to the burger in front of her and drapes her hands around the warm bun lifting it off the plate. Taking a bite she sits back, savoring the flavor of the sandwich with the juice lapping over the edges of the melting cheese, blending in with the mayonnaise and other condiments creating a balmy blast of broiled nutriment. A soft moan pursues the palatable pleasure which she satisfies with a soft belch reaching across the table for her glass, only to find it empty. A subtle frown sparks the youngster into rising from her seat with her eyes already scanning the spacious room for the drink dispenser, which sits in a corner on the far back end of the banquet hall.

Chloe: Naturally

She mutters and steps away from the table.

From the hall a pair of extras, more colloquially known as enhancement talent enter the room. The taller of the two, a black woman named Letisha Bennet strides in first, her black leather boots thudding softly against the white and gold ornamented carpet. She stops just short of Chloe's table, gently elbowing her friend, a heavyset Hispanic woman named Anna who stops in place, thrusting her hands into the pockets of a tightly fit blue and white nylon track suit while wondering what her friend in the black leather jacket has on her mind. Letisha gestures to the empty table with the partially eaten burger and then to Chloe as she traverses the room towards the drink station.

Letisha: I got some Carolina Reaper,

She offers through a malevolent smirk. Reaching into the left side pocket of her studded black leather pants she retrieves a small cellophane bag, holding it up for Anna to see.

Anna: Hell yeah!

Anna chirps excitedly in a husky Spanish accent, "Do it!"

A time-honored tradition of professional wrestling, pranks, better known to insiders as 'ribs' have become a way for weary veterans to relieve the stress of constant travel and the accompanying physical exertion. This exhaustion rings particularly true for 'extras', who often work five and six nights a week, usually in different towns to make up for the smaller salaries offered by the more modest promotions. While locker room etiquette tends to frown upon ribs performed by outsiders, Letisha and Anna, having built a career on being outsiders have never been known to observe such tradition, no matter the promotion. The taller of the pair warily approaches the table, her eyes glued to Chloe who has now arrived at the drink station and begins filling her glass with ice water. Unzipping the bag, she removes the top bun and sprinkles the 'present' onto the exposed fixings lying atop the burger and takes great care not to get any of the pepper onto her ochre skin. Replacing the bun, the woman and her partner in crime quietly retreat to an opposing wall, their faces lit up in anticipation, kids on Christmas morning.

Chloe returns to her seat and sets the glass down beside her plate. Licking her lips in savory anticipation of the simple, but exquisitely prepared meal she lifts the single patty burger. Taking a big bite, the fledgling grappler notes an unexpectedly sweet and fruity precursor as her taste buds find themselves under a spontaneous assault. The 17-year-old stops mid-chew. her cheeky face sharpening from its usual veiled rose to a decidedly more intensified fire brick red. In response to the precipitous fire fight now taking place in her mouth her eyes begin to water, welling into burbly chestnut pools brimming with confusion. Quickly she swallows the food and immediately reaches for the glass, which is turned bottom side up, chugging it in hope of chasing the firebombs away from the battleground and down her throat.

The Carolina Reaper is the product of an arms race of sorts between breeders of spicy peppers, an answer to the call for ever hotter peppers by chefs for their high-priced specialty dishes. Holding the current world record the reaper is renowned for its calidity, rivaling the heat of many commercial grade pepper sprays, and a staple of the internet breaking one chip challenge among other similar challenges. It is a pepper so dangerous that it cannot be handled without gloves having caused severe burns to numerous curiosity seekers and afflicting many consumers with digestive pain known to last for up to five hours, a culinary Manhattan Project.

The water proves woefully ineffective against the aptly named spice, only serving to ferry additional flakes down her throat where they join the rest of the swallowed capsicum in an incendiary mosh pit, head banging against the lining of her stomach. Quickly overwhelmed by the heat the mucous lining her throat, loosened by her fire walking tonsils, overflows into the causeway obstructing her breathing. Gasping and choking she clutches at the red tablecloth hoping to prevent her trembling body from collapsing, but instead of preventing the fall it instead sends her plate, food, drink and utensils along for the ride crashing onto the floor, staining the carpet and soiling her clothes.

The dirty duo looks on gleefully while several burly wrestlers and officials rush to tend the fallen cub. They try to ascertain what has happened to her but, choking on her own mucous, she is unable to answer their anxiously uttered questions. Curious onlookers gather around the scene, craning their necks for a better view of the morbid spectacle and blocking the Cheshire – like grins of Letisha and Anna. The pair decides to quietly flee the rapidly intensifying scene as Paramedics rush in through the entrance way. Their arms are loaded with medical equipment including a portable gurney, a defibrillator and a black duffel bag loaded with additional medical tools and supplies which is promptly set down with a dull thud beside the victim writhing on the floor. Struggling mightily against the scalding sensation the 17-year-old manages, with great effort and an assist by the medical team, to prop herself up onto hands and knees and starts to retch violently onto the floor. The EMTs, a man sporting male pattern baldness in his late fifties gently holds onto her as her stomach fights back while gently dabbing at her mouth and runny nose with a napkin. The second, a slender woman in her thirties, her brown hair tied back into a ponytail, kneels to inspect the food spilled from the table. She recognizes a scattering of red and tan flakes nearby the partially eaten burger and slides her hands into a pair of blue latex gloves from the bag to facilitate closer inspection. She scoops a few of the flakes and brings them to her nostrils. Taking a whiff, she grimaces as her nostrils are promptly enflamed and quickly discards them, followed by her gloves, to spare her nose additional suffering.

EMT 2: Peppers

She says to her colleague. Lifting her head, she bellows to the crowd of onlookers.

EMT 2: Get her a glass of milk, and make sure it's dairy!

A referee sprints away towards the drink section while the paramedics feverishly work to restore the victim's breathing. The male medic applies a pair of gloves like those discarded by his colleague and grasps her head, tilting her chin upwards while checking her mouth for obstruction. While he tends to his patient his partner quickly sets up the gurney, extending the legs and setting it upright, ready for duty. The referee returns bearing two glasses of milk, nearly half of which has been spilled onto the floor and his black and white striped shirt owing to the sprint across the banquet hall. Promptly handing the glasses to the medics he steps back to allow them room to work while running a hand through his faded blond scalp, his leathery complexion awash in concern. Carefully the medics administer the milk which Chloe eagerly gulps down.

Alerted to the commotion the co – owner of SCW Christian Underwood strides into the catering room flanked by a pair of non – descript flunkies. Elbowing his way through the crowd the temperamental honcho takes position front and center and glares in silence as the still gasping teenager is helped onto the gurney and loosely strapped down.

Christian: Great

He mutters in a sardonic inflection.

Christian: Now I have a hospital bill to pay.

EMT 1: We're just taking her in for observation

The lead medic offers while hoisting the hefty black bag over his shoulder.

EMT 1: She'll be fine, she just had a bad reaction to some particularly wicked peppers.

Looking on as she is whisked away to the waiting ambulance, he fixes his hardened gaze on the assemblage. His brown eyes, cold and void of sympathy disperses them with but a glare, a practiced, but helpful technique to a stern disciplinarian which leaves him to his thoughts as he departs the scene.

Christian: I should've known it would be her.




The giant Tron screen fires up and we hear the entrance music for Bea Barnhart, HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT, over the speakers. Bea's image comes on the giant screen and the fans are murmuring loudly.

Bea: In a short time I enter the ring as the challenger for the World Bombshell Championship. This match was scheduled as a way for Management to get back at Mac Bane for the beat down of Bill and Vinnie after Bill and Vinnie legally won their match. I didn't demand this Championship match it was presented to me and don't say no to gifts like this. They say you should never treat a gift with disrespect and for damn sure I'm entering this match with respect for the Champion but that will only last until I win the match and walk away as the Sin City Wrestling World Bombshell Champion.

Many of the fans start to boo Bea.

Bea: Boo all you want! I don't need your support to defeat anyone! After what happened to Bill and Vinnie, not once but twice, at the hands of Mac Bane and his thugs, I've turned into a one woman wrecking crew. I have people in place to watch the match to ensure there's no interference. It now comes down to me telling everyone on the Roster that you are either with me or against me. Let's get this party started!!!

The giant Tron screen goes dark and that leaves the crowd murmuring even more. Since we figure Bea is going to the entrance area to be ready for her entrance we sit back and wait.




Justin: This match is scheduled for one fall and is for the World Bombshell championship... introducing first...hailing from Lawrenceville, Georgia... Bea Barnhart.

Hit Me With Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar starts to play and we see Bea Barnhart exit from the backstage area dancing to her entrance music. She is dressed in black leather pants, a white pullover type tee-shirt, and a black leather jacket, which is basically a tough street girl look. As the music continues Bea makes her way down to the ring where she climbs the ring steps then ducks through the ropes into the ring. She plays the crowd for a bit before running across the ring leaping up into the corner then after playing the crowd she jumps down and settles into the corner to wait for the match to start.

Justin: and her opponent... she is the current World Bombshell champion... hailing from Atlantic City, NJ.... Amber Ryan...

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 materialised, 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.

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.

The ref moves in and checks both for weapons and then takes the bombshell championship from Ryan and moves to the corner before indicating for the bell to be rung...

DING DING DING!

Barnhart and Ryan circle the ring before moving in and locking up in the centre of the ring, where the jockey for position as Ryan tries to get the upper hand by forcing Barnhart backwards but Ryan turns it around and pins Barnhart up against the ropes as the ref moves in and gets to three and Ryan breaks her hold and backs up. Ryan gives a small smirk before she and Barnhart circle the ring once more.

Simone: Slow start but I think Ryan is sizing Barnhart up in this small early exchange.

They both back away and circle the ring once more before moving in and locking up once more but it's only brief as Ryan breaks the hold and grabs Barnhart's arm and traps it before turning it into a wrist lock, where she cranks on the wrist. Barnhart grimaces a little before grabbing at Ryan's hand and slowly counters and as she lifts it up and over her shoulder, where she brings Ryan's arm down hard across her shoulder before twisting and bending her arm and slowly manages to lock in a hammerlock. Ryan shakes her head before slowly lowering herself down to the mat, which forces Barnhart down to the mat and once at mat level Ryan grabs Barnhart's hand and rolls herself onto her back and counters the hammerlock into a wrist lock on Barnhart before climbing back to her feet.

Adams: Ryan and Barnhart lock up once again, but Ryan breaks the hold and taps Barnhart's arm and locks in a wrist lock, Barnhart is quick to seek a way out and she counters the wrist lock as she brings Ryan's arm across her shoulder before turning it in a hammerlock.

Simone: Good solid start by the challenger. But Ryan has an answer for it and show slowly drops to the mat and counters out of the hammerlock and into a wristlock on Barnhart before making their way to their feet.

Barnhart follows and Ryan cranks on the wrist lock, as Barnhart grimaces in pain as she holds Ryans hands as she plots to escape, however, Ryan drags Barnhart close and locks in a headlock, which Barnhart tries to find a way out of the headlock as she brings an arm up and puts her hand in Ryan's face and tries to push her away, but it doesn't happen and instead she manages to push Ryan away and Ryan hits the ropes and as she comes back she hits a shoulder block on Barnhart and sends her down to the mat.

Simone: Barnhart tries her best to escape or even counter, but Ryan has another answer for it and she drags Barnhart in and locks in a headlock. Again Barnhart seeks to escape as she shoves her hand in Ryan's face trying to put her off, I guess it works a little and she shoves Ryan away and towards the ropes but as Ryan comes back she shoulder block Barnhart down to the mat.

Ryan looks down at Barnhart before turning and bounces off the ropes and Barnhart rolls herself onto her front and Ryan leaps and rolls of Barnhart before getting to her feet. Barnhart climbs to her feet and charges at Ryan and Ryan dodges past her and Barnhart hits the ropes and as she comes back at Ryan, Ryan tries for an arm drag but Barnhart counters and hits one her own on Ryan and continues to roll through and goes for a pin on Ryan.

Adams: Ryan tries to capitalise on Barnhart being down and speeds things up but Barnhart dodges everything before Ryan tries for a arm drag but Barnhart counters with a an drag of her own and goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Simone: Ryan kicks out with ease.

Ryan quickly counters into a pin of her own...

ONE!

TWO!

Kickout!

Ryan and Barnhart get to their feet and rush towards each other, as they do Barnhart grabs Ryan around the waist and drags her down to the mat for another pin...

Simone: Barnhart kicks out this time and they are back to their feet and Barnhart is the first to react and she drags Ryan down for a pin...

ONE!

Kickout!

Ryan and Barnhart are quickly back to their feet, and Ryan this time grabs Barnhart around the legs and sends her down to the mat before leaping over and pins Barnhart...

Adams: Another kick out... and again, they both get to their feet and Ryan is the quickest of the two this time and she grabs Barnhart and takes her down to the mat for a pin of her own...

ONE!

Kickout!

Ryan is back to her feet, but Barnhart stays on her knees as they both take a moment as they soak in the applause from the fans as Barnhart climbs to her feet as she and Ryan circle the ring once more as they take their time.

Simone: Barnhart kicks out this time and Ryan is back to her feet, while Barnhart stays seated on the mat, and they take a moment as the fan appreciate that little interaction.

Barnhart climbs to her feet as she and Ryan circle the ring once more before moving in and locking up in the centre of the ring, where they briefly jockey but Ryan breaks the lock and grabs Barnhart's arm before moving to her wrist before adjusting herself and locking in a wrist lock. Barnhart grimaces in pain but she quickly rolls forward the lesson the pressure, as she grabs Ryan leg and drags it out from underneath her and sends Ryan down to the mat. Barnhart tries to roll Ryan onto her front and locks in a crossface but Ryan scuttles backwards avoiding the hold and quickly gets to her feet, while Barnhart glares at Ryan.

Adams: The match neutralises once again before Ryan and Barnhart move in again but again Ryan grabs Barnhart arm and into a wrist lock but Barnhart quickly battles back as she rolls out of it to and she grabs Ryan's leg and drag her down to the mat as she tries to lock in a crossface or something but Ryan wriggles free.

Ryan takes a step backwards against the ropes and moves forward trying to catch Barnhart with a boot before Barnhart dodges backwards and gets to her feet. Ryan takes a few steps back as Barnhart moves forward, they circle the ring again before moving in, but this time Barnhart dodges and grabs Ryan's waist and lifts her up and then planting her down to the mat, where she manoeuvres herself to grab Ryan around the head/neck for a head lock. Ryan moves her legs about as she seeks a way out, but Barnhart doesn't allow her to get moving and instead she gets to her knees and then slowly moves to her feet, where she then drives her knees into Ryan's face several times before grabbing Ryan's ring gear and hitting a snap suplex.

Simone: Ryan tries to surprise Barnhart with a kick, but Barnhart sees it coming and dodges it.

Adams: Barnhart is back to her feet and Ryan believes they will be locking up again but Barnhart dodges and grabs Ryan around the waist before lifting her up and planting her down to the mat. Impressive feat of strength there.

Simone: Barnhart locks in a headlock but doesn't allow Ryan to take a breath and she drives knees into Ryan's face before hitting a snap suplex.

Barnhart climbs to her feet and grabs Ryan, where she pulls her up and whips her into the corner, where she then follows up with a dropkick and as Ryan stumbles out of the corner, Barnhart picks her up and hits a body slam and then she leaps onto the ropes and goes for the final move, but Ryan rolls herself out of harm's way last moment and Barnhart lands on the mat and missing Ryan. Barnhart rolls away holding her butt, while Ryan rolls away holding her back before moving to the ropes and grabs them and sits up.

Adams: Barnhart is all over Ryan here and she looks to finish her off with the One-Two-Three but she doesn't actually finish it off and lands on the mat instead of Ryan.

Barnhart slowly moves to the ropes as the ref moves in and checks on Ryan and then Barnhart before moving the centre of the ring and begins to count...

ONE!

TWO!

Simone: Barnhart is hurting after that and Ryan is still feeling the suplex, dropkick and body slam.

THREE!

Barnhart grabs the ropes and she gets to her knees, while Ryan grabs the middles ropes and pulls herself up to her feet and she stretches a little before moving to Barnhart and grabs Barnhart but Barnhart slaps her hands away before shoving Ryan backwards before making her way to her feet. Ryan rushes back in and Barnhart gets a elbow up which catches Ryan who stumbles backwards and Barnhart moves forward as Ryan turns Barnhart goes for a round kick but Ryan sees it coming and ducks and as Barnhart comes back to face Ryan, Ryan hits a spinning back fist, which stuns Barnhart.

Adams: They are both back to their feet as the ref gets to a three count. Ryan tries to grab Barnhart, but Barnhart tries to push Ryan away, but Ryan isn't deterred by her and she comes back and get a elbow to the face and Barnhart tries to catch Ryan with a roundhouse kick but Ryan ducks and surprises Barnhart with a spinning backfist.

Barnhart stumbles backwards as Ryan steps forward and proceeds to kick Barnhart in the legs before following up with punches to the torso. Barnhart tries to cover up and defend herself the best she can but has no answer to Ryan's body shots. Ryan final shot is another spinning backfist and then a roundhouse kick of her own. Barnhart stumbles backwards into the corner, Ryan rushes in with a yakuza kick. Grabbing Barnhart and now allowing her to slump down to the mat, she grabs her and pulls her from the corner and proceeds to set up and hits the Sawdust In The Blood (Vertebreaker)

Simone: Ryan smells blood from that backfist and she proceeds to pound, kick and punch Barnhart hard and fast before hitting a yakuza kick.

Adams: I think Barnhart is done here.

Ryan then goes for a pin...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Adams: Ryan hits the sawdust in the blood and Barnhart is done.

DING DING DING!

Justin: Winner of this match and STILL Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Champion... Amber Ryan.

Simone: Barnhart put up a good fight but Ryan was just that little more stronger.

Ryan's music hits over the p.a as the ref hands her the championship and rises it above her head.

Simone: Wait, what the hell is he doing out here!?

The Supreme Machine from Oblivion has power walked down to the ringside area! He steps up onto the apron and OVER the top rope and into the ring! He slowly but methodically approaches Bea Barnhart who remains down on the mat after her hard fought defeat. He slowly stands over her, not saying a word but staring down at her like a silent predator.

Adams: Get him out of the ring! First Bulldog, and now he's intimidating Bulldog's wife!?

Simone: What sort of man goes out of his way to intimidate a woman!? Is this about Bill!?

Bea rolls over onto her back and her eyes open, and she suddenly finds what or who - is standing over her! Her eyes widen in horror and a look of fear crosses her face as she has her eyes locked onto the very dead eyes of the mammoth sized monster above her!

Simone: Look at Bea! She's scared to death!

Adams: Can you BLAME her, Bel!?

In the ring, the referee Drew Patton is trying to get SUMA away but the masked monster grabs the official by the face and pie faces him down to the mat!

Adams: THAT'S a fine, waiting to happen!

Jasmine! Dawn! Jacob! The remaining three referees are now in the ring but SUMA is going nowhere and every time Bea makes a move toward the ropes, he steps in her way to block her path and continue on with his "fun"! Suddenly the crowd cheers! Someone is racing down to the ring!

Simone: Who...?

Adams: It's Fenris!

Fenris races down to the ringside and slides inside, beneath the bottom rope! He is on his feet and immediately he is standing over Bea Barnhart and blocking Supreme Machine's access to the wife of the Bulldog!

Simone: Look at the size difference! Fenris is no heavyweight but has stood up against men the size of Senor Vinnie and Austin James Mercer but this monster is larger than even they!

Adams: But he's not afraid! Look at his face! Fenris is not afraid of Supreme Machine!

SUMA attempts to step around Fenris to get to Bea, but Fenris steps in his path, blocking him! SUMA tries again but again, the White Wolf is right in his path! Bea uses this opportunity to scoot quickly from under Fenris and she rolls out of the ring and to the outside! She turns around and finds SUMA staring past Fenris and toward her as she beats a hasty retreat back up the aisle!

Simone: Well thank heaven for Fenris! I don't know what was in Supreme Machine's head where Bea was concerned but it could not have been good!

But back in the ring, SUMA swings his attention back to Fenris and grabs him by the throat!

Adams: Oh NO!

But Fenris immediately starts fighting back, and then uses his forearms in a roundhouse swing to break SUMA's grip! SUMA staggers back a step as Fenris begins throwing rapid open hand strikes at his sternum, then a mean kick! Fenris goes for a high kick to the Man Monster but suddenly Supreme Machine blocks it! He hauls Fenris up off of his feet and POWER BOMBS him on the mat so hard the entire ring shakes!

Simone: Good GOD! Fenris isn't moving! Not after that!

Supreme Machine stands over him, staring down at the unconscious White Wolf as the fans rain boos and jeers of scorn at the Supreme Machine as he steps over the ropes and drops to the floor! The four referees converge on the fallen man in the ring, Jasmine signaling to the back for the paramedics!

Adams: I can't believe that! I've never seen someone just manhandle Fenris like that!

Simone: And those blows looked like some of his best but they had little effect on that monster! Hopefully we will get an update on Fenris, but for now on behalf of Jason Adams, I am Belinda Simone! See you next week in Phoenix, Arizona everybody!

Adams: Byeeee!

The closing shot is the paramedics inside the ring with the officials, working on getting a dazed and 'out of it' Fenris carefully into a neck brace and onto the stretcher as the credits roll and screen fades out...




THANK YOU! to Chris, Mark, The Lord MK, Shad, Andy, Geno, JJ, AJ, Todd, Levi, Jazz, Gerrit, Jeremy, Annie and Jen. Also again to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!