The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Orleans Arena in Paradise, Nevada. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites.
"Welcome Back Amy Santino!"
A spotlight begins to shine and the crowd cheers as ring announcer Justin Decent steps out onto the stage. The handsome exhibitionist jogs out to the ring, slapping hands to the fans who reach out to him.
He is handed the microphone by Jason Adams as he runs up the ring steps and climbs inside of the six-sided SCW ring and walks around, pumping his fist in the air to the tune of the crowd's chants;
"SCW!"
Justin then hops up onto the corner turnbuckle and smiles, looking out around the fairgrounds at all of the fans filling the grandstand and the rows of seats around the grounds itself. He drops back down and takes his place in the center of the ring and brings the microphone up to his lips.
"Quote the Raven - Nevermore Fenris!"
"Rock n Roll Deathmatch!? WTF!?"
"Candy and Goth = Tag Team of the Millennia!"
"Return of the Cockney King!"
"Blinded By Alicia's Booty!"
"SCW!"
"SCW!"
Justin: Hello everyone and welcome to the Orleans Arena in Paradise, Nevada 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 cheers as Amanda skips out, her hair big and blonde and wearing a bubblegum pink stretch pants outfit with high heels and tear-stained makeup. She waves as the crowd applauds and the performance begins.
Amanda: I know that you
I like to feel
You're the one I dream about
Call you every night and hang up
Somethin' I should ask about
Don't know me very well
We've barely met
But I can surely tell
No one will ever
Love you like I do
The warm spot on your chair
Sometimes I drool
And usually I stare
My precious one
I saved that gum
That you threw in the garbage
But the only question with me now
Is "Do I creep you out?"
Everytime I shake your hand now
Wanna stick your fingers in my mouth
Do I creep you out?
Gonna carve your name in my leg
In my leg, oh-oh!
Can I sniff the pit-stains on your blouse?
And do I creep you,
Do I creep you out?
(Your restraining order's out)
(Still the only question with me now)
Oh the only question
(Is "Do I creep you out?")
Is "Do I creep you out?"
Know exactly where you live now
Follow you from work right to your house
Well, do I creep you out?
Do I creep you out?
The crowd cheers and applauds as Amanda blows them kisses and waves before prancing back up the stage and disappearing behind the curtains.
Simone: Hello everyone, and welcome to Climax Control! I am here alongside my broadcast partner Jason Adams...
Jason gives the camera a goofy smile and waves.
Simone: Where tonight we bring to you the conclusion of the opening round of the 2022 Blast From the Past Memorial!
Adams: I can't WAIT to see who the final four will be in the Elite Eight!
Simone: In fact, kicking things off tonight is tournament action when the Hall of Famer, Amy Santino, returns to SCW to team with Matthew Knox to take on a team of newcomers in Lavana Cade and Jaycee McDonald!
Adams: Then we got the White Wolf aka Fenris in action and he takes on Alexander Raven!
Simone: The unlikely pair of Candy and Goth team up for the next opening round match to go up against SCU's Esther Azarov and the antagonistic Finn Whelan!
Adams: Seleana Zdunich has a guaranteed title shot at Blaze of Glory X against Andrea Hernandez for the Internet title, but tonight she is going up against Johanna Krieger!
Simone: In another opening round match, Myra Rivers teams with Max Burke to face Audrey Russow and Miles "Milo" Kasey!
Adams: Can you BELIEVE it!? Ben Jordan is back! The Cockney King has returned and his eyes are on Mac Bane, but first he has to get past Mac's buddy, the reigning Internet Champion "Godly" Ken Davison in a non-title match!
Simone: Then in the final opening round match of the 2022 Blast From the Past, Masque teams with the Roulette Champion "Bulldog" Bill Barnhart to take on Kat Jones and two-time tournament winner, Mark Cross!
Adams: And in probably the most unique Main Event in SCW history! Diamond Steele wants a shot at Roulette Champion Krystal Wolfe, but first she has to face the heavy metal Maiden Jessie Salco in -- A ROCK N' ROLL DEATHMATCH!!
Simone: My god.... ... All this and more on SCW Climax Control!
We are backstage with Pussy Willow and Goth, who is wearing his ridiculous Dark Sparklez t shirt, he is constantly looking over his shoulder for something as Willow gets the nod from the camera crew to start the interview
Pussy Willow: Goth, today you are going to compete in the first round match for the Blast From The Past alongside Ca...
Goth cuts her off
Goth: Don't say that name, whatever you do... don't say that name
She blinks at him, not understanding why he is telling her this.
Pussy Willow: Why am I not supposed to use the name of your tag team partner???
Goth looks around as we see some sweat pouring from his forehead.
Goth: It brings bad luck, every time me and Melissa mention her name in talks I get text messages, she calls me or even showed up once in front of my hotel room in the evening. I am jinxed!!
Willow raises an eyebrow
Pussy Willow: Don't you think it is a coincidence??
Goth stares at her with a shock on his face
Goth: Coincidence?? Maybe to you it does, but if I tell you that she even send me a package that contained the same shampoo that she is using?? She even added a letter telling me that if I did this, that we would be creating a chemistry without being in the same room with each other!!
She turns her head, trying not to show Goth that she is laughing. She turns her attention back to him after getting her control back and starts to ask another question.
Pussy Willow: Okay, I will not use her name. But what are your thoughts for the up and coming match??
Goth thinks for a moment before turning his attention towards her.
Goth: I am sure that this is a tough team, I don't know them really well but I am sure that these two can be a competitive team. So I am not taking them lightly, I...
He suddenly hears a noise and his face turns into a shocked one.
Goth: I got to go
He runs off as Willow is looking around to see what is going on as she suddenly sees Senor Vinnie walking around the corner with a bucket of attached to one of his feet
Vinnie: Damn cleaning services need to remove those buckets!!!
The cameras go backstage, coming across one half of the debuting Blast From the Past team Levana Cade. She's standing with her arms folded looking towards the stairs that lead up towards the gorilla position.
Adams: Ohh BOY Belinda, fresh blood.
Simone: Las Vegas' own, Levana Cade.
Levana cranes her neck from side to side, before she rolls her head around as if to be warming up. Taking her first step towards the stairs she is alerted to a presence behind her. Turning to look back over her shoulder, she comes face to face with her Blast From the Past partner Jaycee MacDonald. There's a slight shift of expression on her face from stone cold to a ghost of a smile.
Levana: Jaycee right?
Adams: Oh, that's not a good way to start your Blast From the Past journey.. just meeting your partner now minutes before the match
Jaycee doesn't speak at first; he just offers Levana a nod of his head.
Jaycee: Levana?
Simone: I've heard rumours that these two are ones of few words, so this should be interesting
Levana just looks at Jaycee and offers him a slight nod. Her cold blue eyes sizing him up.
Jaycee: Ready to make our first impressions?
He says with a smirk, while Levana turns to face him.
Levana: I was just about to ask you the same thing.
Jaycee offers a small smile.
Jaycee: I was glad to see from your promotional work this week, we were on the same page without even trying.
He crosses his arms pulling them into his chest.
Levana: I must admit, I was reluctant to approach you before today but all things considered I think you and I are going to get along just fine.
Levana bit down on her bottom lip, not to flirt but to trap her tongue in her mouth.
Jaycee: You hold up your and, and I'll hold up mine. Soon we should be on our way to the second round of this thing.
She nods in agreement.
Levana: They'll say they never saw us coming.
It draws a light laugh out of Jaycee.
Jaycee: Can't say that we didn't try and warn them.
One of the members of the stage crew come across the two, as their match was soon to start but the both of them throw icy glares in his direction. Without a word, he turns around and heads back out of the frame the way that he came.
Jaycee: Shall we?
He gestures the way that the man took off in with a half-smile on his face.
Levana: I was running out of patience anyways.
The two head off in the direction of the man that thought better of bothering them, and the camera follows them for a moment.
Adams: These two rookies look to be meshing much better than some of our other teams.
Simone: If they can keep that up inside the ring, they might be able to make it pretty far in the tournament.
With that, the cameras cut to elsewhere in the arena.
World Heavyweight Champion Mac Bane is seen navigating the halls of SCW and then arrives at the interview set with Pussy Willow. She greets him even as the fans boo what and who they are seeing on the tron.
Pussy Willow: Ladies and Gentlemen, the World Heavyweight Champion of Sin City Wrestling!
More booing persists and gets louder.
Mac Bane: Thanks for the time Pussy.
She smiles and nods whether it's from his acknowledgment of the fact that fans are still on him with a "You Suck" chant. They finally die down and he continues
Mac Bane: I knew they couldn't sustain it.
He smirks at her and her smile instantly fades
Mac Bane: All I've heard all week is about what Ken and I did to Supreme Machine. Like people actually care about him unless he's having his ass kicked by Fenris.
The crowd pops at the mention of Fenris and Mac laughs.
Mac Bane: It's simple really, I have a ton of respect for SuMa, he is an absolute beast in the ring. Thing is, I laid everything out for everyone when they came in to join in my fight.
Pussy Willow: Why would you think someone like that would listen?
Mac Bane: I told everyone what would happen if they violated that one rule. He chose to go a different path and so I helped him on his way. You don't want to play by my rules, then you don't get to play.
Pussy Willow: What about the heat between yourself and Ben? He pretty well blasted you for challenging him.
Mac Bane: What about it. I mean for some people all you have to do is mention their name and whether it is complimentary or incendiary they will take their shots.
Pussy Willow: So, you don't agree with his statement about loyalty?
Mac Bane: Not really but that's because of who I am and what I am. Loyalty is great and all if this little pond is all you ever want to do. I mean, you fight who you fight because Mark and Christian tell you to. Me? I do what I want. I work where I want. I won't restrict myself to working for one company.
Pussy Willow: What about friendships and working relationships?
Mac Bane: I became a wrestler to make money not friends. Look at the bright side though. You guys get your hero back. All the things I've said about Ben made him want to come back even if it's to try and shut me up. He won't but he'll try.
She glances at her watch as Mac's eyes flash angrily
Mac Bane: Got a hot date? I paid for the time to speak here tonight. Your focus should be on me. I'll tell you what, hand me the microphone and you go wander off and do whatever it is your supposed to be doing. Since your job isn't on your mind at the moment.
She carefully hands him the microphone and quickly retreats.
Mac Bane: This is for you Matthew, allow me to enlighten you about a couple of things. If I weren't of interest to you, my name would never come out of your mouth. As far as the things you said about me being a shitty husband? Go fuck yourself. I know that Amber never said that to you or anyone else. I guess though you're speaking from experience, right?
with that he tosses the microphone to Pussy Willow and walks away.
Justin Decent moves to the ring and climbing the ring stairs, he slides between the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring.
Justin: The following contest is part of the Blast from the Past tournament...
The first beats of "POWER" by Kanye West plays through the PA. With each beat, red lights flash from the top of the stage, bouncing around the arena before finally focusing on the area of the stage between the curtains. Jaycee steps out onto the stage in his black boxing trunks. His hands are taped and down at his sides. Cheers fill the arena. The camera focuses on Jaycee and catches a wide smile grow on his face as he starts to move down the ramp.
Justin: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, Jaycee MacDonald!
As he gets to the end of the ramp and hops up on the apron of the ring. Jaycee turns his back to the ring before wrapping his arms around the top rope and bouncing his feet on the bottom rope, flipping backwards over the top rope and into the ring. He takes a few steps towards the center of the ring and waits
Justin: And his partner...
A short but punchy electric guitar rift hits the speakers before the pounding of drums slams through the PA system. Stealing the fans attention, driving their eyes towards the stage. The familiar notes of "Paranoia" by A Day to Remember continues to barrel through the speakers at a deafening level, meanwhile the lighting that looms over the ramp way starts to flicker ghostly whites in time with the music. Stepping out from behind the curtains, Levana Cade makes her way towards the middle of the stage before she comes to a stop. She looks out towards the fans, as the cameras pan in on her blue eyes, her glare is as cold as ice as she surveys the crowd. Reaching up she flicks the collar of her oversized leather jacket before she makes her way towards the ring.
Justin: Making her way to the ring from Las Vegas, Nevada... Levana Caaaaaaddeee.
Levana makes it to the ring, disregarding the fans' outstretched hands along the way. Approaching the steps slowly... painfully... slowly she walks up them before both her feet hit the ring apron. Walking around two sides of the six-sided ring, Levana takes her time before stepping over the middle rope. Once inside the ring Levana removes her leather jacket before carefully handing it to Justin. Rocking the back of her shoulders against the ropes, Levana waits for the match to begin, her eyes never leaving her opponent. As the lights and speaker system return to normal.
Adams: What an interesting pair Belinda.
Simone: For sure Jason but are they ready for the team that is about to be introduced and facing them in this very ring tonight?
Justin: And their opponents...
Anti Hero by Dark Ride begins to play over the sounds system, the lights begin to strobe through the venue as Amy appears through the curtain dancing before stopping half way and pushes her hair back to reveal the black leather surgical face mask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that Amy Santino is written in red and in Japanese. Amy surveys the crowd for a moment as Justin makes her introduction.
Justin: Making her way to the ring hailing from Juneau, Alaska... Amy Santino.
She then continues down the ramp, as slaps the hands of the awaiting fans, she then climbs into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd before climbing back down and heads to the corner, where she takes off the mask and waistcoat and waits for the match to start.
Justin: And her partner
The houselights cut out, a single Raven cries out soon joined by another, then another until the cries of an entire unkindness fill the house sound system, soon broken by "Hell Broke Luce" by Tom Waits cutting through, the house lights coming up to a dull blue as a single white strobe light pulses in time to the song's percussion. Standing in the middle of that pulsing light, back to the ring, stands Matthew Knox adorned in his ring gear and a sleeveless hoodie. Arms outstretched like a bird in flight he pivots on a heel and begins making his way to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and picking a corner to charge and leap upon to scream the audience into a frenzy. He takes a lap around the ring, before kneeling in a corner and patiently waiting for the ring to sound.
Justin: From Baltimore Maryland by way of Monterey California...Matthew Knox.
Jacob Summers motions for both teams to come to the center of the ring where he tells them he needs to have a clean match before motioning to their opposite corners.
Adams: Well it looks like it is going to be a respectful match.
Simone: Whoa...how respectful was that?
Levana slaps Amy Santino across the face as Summers signals for the bell.
Simone: I don't think that Amy is going to let that stand. Levana better realize that she just disrespected a hall of famer.
Adams: I would hope so, because there is the bell.
DING DING DING!
Amy had staggered to the side as Levana holds her hands up in a taunt to the fans who jeer at her actions. Amy chuckles as she pulls her hand away from her lips looking for blood and seeing none. She shakes her head as Levana turns to Amy who doubles her over with a kick to the midsection. Levana clutches her stomach as Amy moves to the side of Cade and catching her, Amy uses a gut wrench to take Levana to the mat. Levana arches in pain as Amy backs towards the ropes to watch as Levana grabs at her back then rolls over to try to get to her feet but Amy rushes to her with a shining wizard that takes Levana back to the mat. Amy drops to her knees and catching a leg, attempts a pin on Cade who kicks out forcefully which turns her over onto her stomach breaking the pin. Amy sits back on her heels as Levana pushes herself backwards towards the ropes. Amy gets to her feet and advances on Cade who slides between the ropes. Jacob moves to prevent Amy from attacking. Levana waves Amy off tauntingly as Summers motions for Amy to move back. Levana comes back into the ring but before Amy can attack once more, Levana tags in her partner and with a taunting wave, she motions for Amy to tag in her partner.
Adams: Wow, Levana very much disrespecting Amy Santino and when Amy tried to give her a lesson, she prevented that.
Jaycee MacDonald slides into the ring as Amy moves back towards her corner where Matthew Knox holds out his hand for a tag. Knox takes the tag and slides into the ring where he moves to meet Jaycee in the middle of the ring. The two men begin to circle before locking up in a collar and elbow where the two fight for control. Jaycee manages to turn the hold into a headlock. Knox pushes him into the ropes and is taken down with a shoulder block from a rebounding Macdonald. Jaycee heads toward the opposite ropes as Matthew throws himself to the mat in front of Jaycee forcing him to leap over him. Knox rises to his feet as Jaycee rebounds again and this time takes Matthew down with a clothesline. Jaycee stops and picks up Knox. Irish whipping him into the corner, Jaycee watches as Knox hits back first the slumps to his knees as he grabs at his back in pain. MacDonald comes in and uses a shining wizard to bring Matthew to the mat. Jaycee goes for a pin with Knox close to the ropes which has Jacob tapping MacDonald on the shoulder telling him he can't make the count with Knox half under the ropes. Jaycee gets to his feet as Knox rolls the rest of the way to the outside. Jacob motions for Jaycee to move back before turning to count Knox out.
Simone: Newcomer Jaycee MacDonald debuting in the Blast from the Past and seems to be putting Matthew Knox on his heels.
Adams: Yes he is but wait a minute...what is happening?
Jaycee moves to the ropes where he is grabbed and pulled off his feet by Matthew Knox on the outside. Pulling him out of the ring, Knox throws Jaycee into the steel steps forcing him shoulder first into them and sending the top level off the foundation. Knox rolls into the ring to break the count then rolls back to the outside to help Jaycee to his feet then rolls him into the ring and climbs in behind him to attempt a pin but Jacob sees his foot under the rope and doesn't count while pointing it out to Matthew. Frustrated, Knox gets to his feet as Jaycee rolls along the mat towards his partner. Matthew moves quickly to get between the two as he leaps on the bottom rope and drops Jaycee with a springboard leg drop. Levana screams at the downed Jaycee as Matthew pulls him away from the corner and once more attempts a pin. Cade rushes into the ring and interrupts the count by taunting Matthew to tag in Amy. Santino looks at Knox as she holds her hand into the ring. Levana urges him to tag her in as Knox stands up and looks down at the bombshell which allows Jaycee to roll to his corner where Levana rushes to get the tag. Matthew watches openmouthed as she gets back in the ring and waves him off to his corner. Backing away slowly, he holds out his hand and tags in Amy Santino.
Simone: Levana getting herself involved and forcing Matthew to tag in Hall of Famer Amy Santino. Does she understand what she is doing?
Amy moves through the ropes and is immediately attacked by Levana who pulls her into the ring and drops her on her head. Amy rolls to the corner and then leans against the bottom turnbuckle as Cade grabs the ropes and begins to stomp a mudhole into the downed Santino. Jacob Summers moves into the corner and pushes Levana back as she attacks Amy once more. Finally Summers begins to count to five which Cade uses each second of to punish Santino who has covered up in the corner. Levana taunts the hall of famer as she throws up her hands and backs away to the middle of the ring. Amy reaches up and pulls herself into a vertical position. Cade rushes the corner but is stopped by Amy who levels her opponent with a superkick. Levana lands on her back which as Amy falling to roll her up. Cade is able to put a foot on the bottom rope to break the count. Amy hangs her head as she fights her way to her feet and pulls Cade up with a handful of hair. Slamming Levana into the corner, Amy moves to pull her out and hits an exploder suplex that sends Cade into the middle of the ring. Amy rests for a moment on the mat before kipping up and turning to catch at Levana who has rolled closer to her corner. Santino rushes to grab the leg of Levana who manages to tag in Jaycee in a desperate move. Amy is forced to let go of Cade as Jaycee moves into the ring. Santino backs away and tags in Knox.
Simone: Levana just managed to save herself there by the skin of her teeth.
Jaycee rushes across the ring and tries to take Matthew Knox out with a basement dropkick that Knox avoids by leaping over MacDonald then turns to pick him up. Catching him around the midsection, Matthew sends him to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Levana screams across the ring at Jaycee and then jumps into the ring to charge across to save her partner. Santino sees this and charges at Cade. Both bombshells begin to fight and roll out of the ring trading punches as Jaycee gets to his feet. MacDonald sees Knox rising to his feet and hits a shining wizard that kicks the head of Knox into the turnbuckle. Matthew clutches at his head as he kicks at the canvas. Jaycee moves to the feet of Knox and picking up his left leg, locks in an ankle lock that Matthew fights hard. Knox is able to roll through and break the hold forcing Jaycee to let go or risk going headfirst into the turnbuckles. Matthew gets to his feet and tries to pick up Jaycee in an attempt to hit his Into the Void finisher. Jaycee shimmies his way off the shoulders of Knox to catch his ankle into an ankle lock once more this time grapevining the leg. Knox reaches out to the ropes but Jaycee rolls the pair with the hold still on into the middle of the ring where Knox has no choice but submit to the hold.
Adams: Jaycee MacDonald gains a win in his first Blast from the Past match here in SCW.
On the outside, Levana and Amy are still battling until Levana kicks Amy in the midsection and then runs her headfirst into the ringsteps. Leaving Santino on the outside of the ring, Levana rolls back into the ring where Jacob is about to raise the arm of MacDonald in victory.
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winners of the match, Jaycee MacDonald and Levana Cade!
Levana pushes between Jaycee and Jacob and motions for him to raise her arm in victory instead of her partner who looks on in surprise. Levana smirks at the fans as they jeer. She continues to hold her arm up as Jacob releases it to go and check on Amy who is slowly rising.
Adams: Well from the looks of it, Levana thinks she won the match.
Simone: If it wasn't for her partner, I think Amy might have had her beat.
Jaycee moves to leave the ring as Levana motions for him to hold her arm up.
Adams: I don't know but that takes cahones for Levana to do that to her partner.
Levana continues to celebrate as "Power" plays over the arena.
Goth can be seen in his locker room smiling, he is preparing for his match and seemingly no worries on his mind.
Goth: No way that Candy is going to find me this time, I got a bullet proof plan that will work guaranteed.
He laces up his boots and then stares at the shirt that he is supposed to wear, he grunts as he wants to let it hang there. But he knows he can't as he has promised his girlfriend that he would wear it.
Goth: What some men wouldn't do for love huh??
He chuckles when suddenly he hears a knock on the door.
Goth: Who in the hell can that be??
He walks over and wants to open the door, but realizes that it could be Candy.
Goth: Who is it??
Candy: Its Candy, can I come inside Goth??
His eyes bulge out of his socket's, realizing that she is standing on the outside of his locker room and he starts to sweat again. He looks around in fear before taking a deep breath and answers while using a different voice
Goth: I'm sorry senora, it's Senor Vinnie. I am visiting some amigo's today
There's silence on the other side of the door for a few seconds
Candy: Vinnie?? You sound differently, want me to come inside and check on you??
Goth: NO!!
Suddenly realizing that he reacted in his own voice, he quickly attempts to imitate Vinnie.
Goth: I mean no..., I'm okay senorita. I just have a cold, yes a cold. And I am wearing a protective mask... three of them. And I uhm... just took a coughing medicine
He fakes a cough and listens to the other side of the door
Candy: Oh okay, well I am looking for my tag team partner. If you see him, can you tell him not to forget to give me a high five tonight?? Thanks!!!
He hears her run off as he lets out a sigh of relief
Goth: That one was close
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control 322 where we see Krystal Wolfe watching her loss in last week's Blast from the Past first round match against Sam Marlowe and Supreme Machine on a monitor, she stops it right before the post-match attack on Supreme Machine by Mac Bane and Ken Davidson before shaking her head.
Krystal: Fucking joke!
Krystal scoffs as she picks up her Bombshell Roulette Title from off screen.
Krystal: Here's a lesson for any aspiring wrestling promoters out there, don't want promising young talent to turn into bitches? Don't casually put out tweets like this!
Krystal turns the monitor back on and it shows the tweet from Christian Underwood stating: "Not at all! I just found it highly entertaining that in your first match back you scored a victory over someone whose head is getting a little big." Krystal turns the monitor off and frowns.
Krystal: I was being gracious in defeat once I got over the initial frustration but this? Newsflash to any and all up and coming wrestlers of either gender: don't be proud of your accomplishments because otherwise your bitter old has-been of a boss will think that you're developing an ego!
Krystal spits to the ground before patting her title.
Krystal: And don't think I haven't spotted similar tweets from others on the roster, such as telling perpetual loser Chloe Benton to keep being humble! Not like that idiot will ever amount to anything in this business! My point is, yes I'm proud but as far as I'm concerned? Holding this title for two hundred and sixty six days and counting gives me every fucking right to be proud of what I've accomplished since I broke that losing streak, it's almost as if some idiots on the roster would prefer it if I had lost that triple threat match and just kept losing!
At this point Matthew and Marty step into view.
Matthew: My client, Krystal Wolfe, is through playing games, she wants a match next week, whether it's for her title or not and whoever steps up to her would be advised to not take her lightly.
Marty: Be prepared.
Krystal: And as for Sam Marlowe? Maybe I'll cost her team their spot in the tournament if and when the second round matches get announced, the world doesn't need another Sam Marlowe title reign after all, but either way I'll be happy when that bitch gets eliminated! I'll be watching tonight's Main Event between Jessie and Diamond closely as well, because that match has obvious implications for my title as well, but either way, this title isn't going anywhere for a long time and whoever tries to step up will be struck down.
Krystal says as she holds up the Bombshell Roulette Title.
Krystal: Because that, is ready for prime time!
Krystal walks off with her managers but once they are out of view Krystal's younger cousin Cassie steps into view with a concerned look on her face having heard the whole thing.
Cassie: What the actual fuck?!
Cassie whispers once her older cousin is out of earshot, Cassie lets out a deep breath before she walks off.
Cassie: I need to find Keira she needs to know about this!
Cassie says as the scene fades.
Backstage, a member of the venue's staff responds to a loud rapping at one of the exterior doors leading out into the wider parking lot. His slack and pudgy face, bored – disinterested – tightens in apprehension as he tugs the door open and comes face-to-mask with one of SCW's more unusual Bombshells.
He stares up at the taller woman and the composite porcelain strapped to her face. The plastic is gouged and scored; raking scratches reaching from forehead to cheek that shine black where the alabaster paint is ground off, marking sharp contrast with a cobalt-coloured, floor-length dress and cardigan. She wears her platinum-blonde hair wound into a tight coil, pinned between the straps crossing over the back of her head.
Staff Member: ... Name?
She cocks her head to the side.
Staff Member: I ... Uh, need to see your ID.
Masque: Will you bring my case in please?
He hesitates, fingers squeezing the clipboard held in his hands tight enough to warp the wood.
Staff Member: ... Sure.
Nodding, Masque steps through and makes her way along drab, utilitarian corridors making up the bulk of the arena. All concrete breezeblock and spindly fluorescent lights, monotonous except for the occasional noticeboard reminding venue employees that unpaid breaks are theft.
She passes through a large open room serving as catering, still relatively sparse in the mid-afternoon of an evening show. A few other employees still stocking tables find other places to be or bury themselves in ruthless appreciation of the salad bar.
A short corridor leads off from the far side, away from the bulk of catering and the people, lined on either side by portable convection ovens and rotisseries and all manner of industrial cooking appliances. Resting her weight against the chipped brickwork corner with a single blue-gloved hand, Masque leans around.
Masque: Miss Jones?
The woman known as Kat Jones looks up and her dark eyes focus sharply on her opponent for tonight. She sits a little straighter and speaks with a soft tone of voice.
Kat: Masque I presume?
Kat gestures to the empty seat across the table from her inviting Masque to sit down.
Squeezing between a breadmaker and a thrumming, flickering rotary oven, Masque accepts the offer – setting palms together, pressed into the crevice between her knees.
Masque: I am so very glad to finally meet you. It was important for me to do so, before we hurt each other.
She leaned forwards, looking back along the small corridor towards the larger catering area.
Masque: Have you had an opportunity to speak with Mister Cross, yet?
Kat tilted her head slightly before shaking her head.
Kat: Not today. We spend the last few days training together. Other than that no.
Leaning back in her chair she crossed her arms and those dark brown eyes keep an eye on their surroundings.
Kat: And what should we have been discussing?
Masque: I would like to learn more about you.
She leans back against the brickwork, pressing her prosthetic hand against the ratchet at the back of her head holding the mask in place.
Masque: You are from Cincinnati.
Less a question, more a statement.
Masque: Do you still live there?
Kat shook her head slowly.
Kat: I left that hellhole behind me years ago.I have not lived there in over 12 years.
She nods.
Masque: You did not enjoy living there. Why?
Kat sighed and took a sip of her bottle of water.
Kat: I was born and raised on the wrong side of town. Drugs and violence filled youth. Left home at 14 years old and never looked back. Last I heard my pathetic piece of shit mother died from an overdose and who was supposed to be my father died years before from some gang violence shit. I was better off on the streets. There you have my biography. Anyone who did a simple search on me would have known all of that. Why do you want to know about me anyway. I am nobody important to anyone after all.
Cocking her head to the side, Masque seems to think for a while.
Masque: You are very important to me. In fact, you occupy the entirety of my world as far as today is concerned. After all ...
She tips her head back, blue eyes drawing down to peek out from her porcelain face.
Masque: In a few short hours, you are going to do your very best to seriously harm me. It seemed too late to wait until then to find out what kind of person you are.
Kat leaned in closer and smirked.
Kat: I always go out there to seriously harm my opponents. I do not operate in any other way. I am very easy to figure out and yet not so much. You see I heard what you claimed and said. Oh I heard you loud and clear my dear. And you mistake the care I have for her as in it being mutual. I never had that relationship with my sister that way. I do the caring part. Nobody is loyal to me. I am just loyal to them. Call it a character flaw.
Masque: I call it weakness.
Tugging at the single glove on her flesh-and-blood hand she flexes the fingers, straining against blue leather.
Masque: But, you are correct. Nobody is loyal to you. What would you even offer in return? Other than the opportunity for someone to adopt another burden. Unless ...
She sits further forward, on the edge of the step between the machines.
Masque: Unless you have something of value that is not so obvious. What could a broken little girl from Cincinnati – from the wrong side of town – possibly offer? And yet, I feel as if you have something I have not yet seen ... Will you show it to me tonight?
Kat shook her head with a sad smile on her face.
Kat: Apparently I have plenty to offer for there are many that crave what I give when it suits them. Do not mistake me for stupid. Naive or anything of the kind. The broken little girl grew up years ago and became a violent young lady and then an even more violent woman. I know I am being used. I know I am not of lasting value to the many that come to my house. I am not stupid. But there are a rare few that have lasted for years. And there are a few that would rip your tongue out for speaking about me this way. But I can only smile. Because you are one of the few that actually speak the truth to me. Will I show you the value I hold tonight? Probably not. It is not something I fight with. But rather it is something I fight for.
She leans forward now.
Masque: At last, I think we reach the real crux of who you are, Miss Jones. Tell me ... What do you fight for?
Kat smirks and tilts her head slightly..
Kat: I fight for my love. Being able to still. Although my fight is soon over. My end is coming.
Masque: Yes, I think it is. Love ...
She looks down at the prosthetic in her lap, and the servos whining in response to shift plastic fingers.
Masque: Love will take everything from you, Miss Jones. It will leave you with nothing. Less than nothing. And yet we will not learn our lesson. We will do it all again until someone or something stops us for the final time.
Kat nods as she knows this all too well
Kat: It already took everything ... I already lost everything ... And when my fight is over ... I will be leaving with nothing. You do not know me. You only see the shell of me ... Like they all do.
She stands, smoothing the wrinkles in the fabric of her dress.
Masque: Then perhaps, I can offer you a kindness in stopping you for that final time. A mercy. I would offer you a small place in my Rapture.
Kat stands up and smiles.
Kat: My end is coming near. You would have no use for me. I will see you out there tonight. Bring it all Masque. For I will.
Alone now, she sits for a while with chrome, steel, heat and bright light.
Masque: Oh, my Beloved Katarina. Everyone has a purpose. I will show you such wonderful things tonight.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control! Alexander Raven has been impressive since he joined SCW including a hard fought battle for the Roulette Title against Bill Barnhart but up next is possibly his biggest challenge yet as he faces Fenris in singles competition!
Adams: This is Fenris's first match since his war against Supreme Machine at Inception V and whilst Fenris won that encounter it was so brutal that the medical staff refused to clear him until last week's show! Alexander on the other hand is looking to bounce back from his unsuccessful challenge to Bill Barnhart for the Roulette Title at the same show!
Simone: Is Fenris truly ready to return to competition? One way to find out, let's take it to Justin!
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
As all the lights dim, blue and red lights begin to flicker on the stage, images of ravens flying appearing on the screen. 'Ladies and Gentlemen' as these words fill the arena a loud bang of pyro is joined with blinding white lights. These flicker rapidly for a few moments, 'because the devil has my throat,' as these words of the song flow out, out steps Alexander Raven into the centre of the stage.
Justin: Introducing first, from Melbourne, Victor Harbour Australia, weighing in at 215ibs please welcome Alexander Raven!
He gazes across the crowd, pulling his cloak tightly around his shoulders, his eyes opened wide a slight smile tugging at his lips. The flashing off the lights stops. 'I am the powers that be!' in sync with these lines he throws his hands up, basking in the reaction of the crowd, beginning to slowly walk down the ramp. He strolls towards the ring leisurely, crossing his arms across his chest, head tilted back, soaking in the world around him. Slowly he begins to ascend the stairs to the left of the ramp, once in the ring, spinning his way to the centre of the ring, dropping to his knees. He hunches over and places his fists on the canvas. 'I am the alpha! and the omega!' as soon as these words come out, he lifts himself backwards slightly, the cloak slipping from his shoulders as he extends his arms to the sky, staring upwards, soaking everything in once again. Slowly he raises to his feet, pushing his cloak from the ring slowly with his foot.
Simone: Do you think Raven realizes who he's up against tonight?
Adams: He'd be a fool not too, Fenris is one of our most feared roster members and former World Champion!
Justin: And his opponent!
"If I Had A Heart" by Fever Ray begins to play across the building and the crowd turns with anticipation towards the entrance as "the White Wolf" Fenris emerges from behind the curtains with his younger brother at his side. As Aron looks on, Fenris stands stoically, looking out towards the capacity crowd before dropping to one knee with head bowed. He symbolically crosses his heart and looks 'up' in homage before standing upright and beginning his journey toward the ring with his brother following close behind.
Justin: Making his way toward the ring! Accompanied by Aron Baltasarsson, from Iceland, weighing two hundred and four pounds -- Fenris!
Despite the fans that reach out toward him, Fenris does not reciprocate and his attention is solely on the ring, whereas the smiling Aron good naturedly slaps a hand or two that extends toward him. Fenris climbs the ring steps and walks along the apron, turning towards the fans and extends his arms up and begins the 'Viking Clap.' Slowly but surely, despite any potential misgivings towards the young man, many fans join along with him in the Viking Clap. Aron holds the ropes for his brother, and Fenris steps through and continues the clap from one corner to the next, drawing in the energy of the crowd. Joined by Aron, Fenris returns to his own corner and paces like a wolf stalking his prey, kicking off his slippers to compete barefoot as the claps slowly subside.
Simone: Fenris has a slight weight disadvantage tonight but his match against Supreme Machine proved that weight is just a number to him,
Adams: Bigger they are, harder they fall! Raven would be wise to not underestimate him!
After going through the rules with both men Drew checks them for weapons starting with Raven, however whilst he is checking Fenris Raven blasts Fenris with a running dropkick prompting Drew to call for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: Takes a brave man to cheap shot someone as dangerous as Fenris.
Adams: Brave or unbelievably stupid! His temper's as short as his kicks are lethal as Raven will soon find out!
Once the bell rings Raven pounces on Fenris and starts delivering rights and lefts to the former MMA Fighter's face before going for a Cross Arm Breaker, however Fenris uses his MMA experience to counter it by getting up to his feet and delivering a solid punch to Raven's face knocking him loopy! Fenris steps back to let Raven stagger to his feet before he pounces on him backing Raven into the corner and wailing away at his face and upper body.
Simone: And this is why you don't get into a fist fight with Fenris!
Adams: On the plus side Raven might have earned himself a nomination for WTF/Holy Shit Moment of the Year!
Drew eventually gets Fenris to let up and the Icelandic wrestler does so whilst Raven regains his senses, once Raven does however Fenris tries to go back on the attack but gets surprised with a German Suplex from Raven! Raven bridges for the first pin fall of the match whilst Drew gets into position.
ONE!
TWO!
And Fenris kicks out!
Simone: There was no way a single German Suplex was going to beat Fenris.
Adams: Good way to make his expend energy though and I think Raven knows it!
That does seem to be Raven's plan as he picks Fenris back up and goes for another German Suplex, but this time Fenris fights out of it with some elbows to the face before turning around and delivering a brutal kick to Raven's face!
Simone: And that's why you don't piss off Fenris!
Adams: Credit where it's due to Raven though, that would've knocked out anyone else but he's still in it! Barely mind you!
Raven still has the wherewithal to roll out of the ring after nearly getting his face kicked off and Drew starts the ten count on Raven, this doesn't last long as Fenris rolls to the outside and starts delivering punches to Raven's midsection and rolls him back into the ring before following him in and hits him with a Fisherman's Suplex bridging for his first pin off the match!
ONE!
TWO!
And Raven gets the shoulder up! Both men get back to their feet and Raven tries to seize the advantage by going for an Exploder Suplex, Fenris blocks this with some more elbows to Raven's head before going behind him and attempting a Release German Suplex, however.......
Simone: Raven landed on his feet!
Adams: Turn around Fenris!
Fenris turns around right into a Superkick from Raven! However, Raven isn't done as he calls out for his finisher!
Simone: He's going for the Raven's Spine!
Adams: Can Raven hit this on Fenris?
Raven hooks Fenris's arms and tries to set him up, however Fenris flips out of the attempt and when Raven turns around he gets kicked right in the head.
Simone: WOLF'S BANE! Raven's head is in orbit!
Adams: Stick a fork in Alexander Raven, he's done!
Fenris goes for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, FENRIS!
Simone: Fenris continues his winning ways with an impressive win over Raven!
Adams: Who knows what's next for him?
Fenris celebrates the win whilst Drew checks on Raven.
Backstage we can see the Gem Stones. Diamond smiles as she looks into a vanity mirror putting on some lip gloss.
Diamond: This is completely rid...
Ruby: OUTRAGEOUS!
Diamond: CAN YOU NOT SAY THAT WORD!
Sapphire: Don't talk to my sister like that! If she is feeling excited there's nothing wrong with that.
Emerald: OH... I am wondering what my Adrienne is doing...
Ruby: And I am wondering what my Courtney is doing... You know... I think tonight might be a great time to get down on one knee and ask Courtney if she wants too...
Diamond sighs as she looks at both of them.
Diamond: Would both of you women just shut up. You birds are really killing me. Tonight should be all about me! Why are they putting me through all of this bullshit?! It really is BOLLOCKS... I shouldn't have to prove myself to get a Roulette Championship match. I already beat the Roulette Champion clean in the middle of the ring. It is as simple as that. Now tonight I have to carry Jessie in a main event?!
Sapphire: Well maybe you just aren't as good as YOU think you are. I mean we all know that win against Krystal was a fluke.
Diamond turns her attention to Sapphire glaring daggers at her.
Diamond: Whatever. Don't be jealous just because I am the Shining Star.
Sapphire: You mean MY nickname that you stole?!
Diamond: Or the Sparkling Sensation!
Sapphire: You mean Ruby's nickname?!
Diamond: I am the MISTRESS OF THE MICROPHONE, THE SADISTIC SIREN, THE CONQUERER OF CATCH WRESTLING and tonight I will wipe the floor with Jessie Salco and prove to everybody that I should be taken seriously. I will get my fucking shot whether you think I deserve it or not. Just watch what I do.
Sapphire: Right... Don't embarrass yourself too much.
Diamond walks away angry as Sapphire smirks. Ruby holds a small box.
Ruby: So should I propose tonight or not?!
She says as we go to elsewhere.
The cameras cut to the back where Candy was standing with Pussy Willow, her husband Marcus close to her side. She was wearing her "Team Dark Sparklez" t-shirt over her ring gear, her brand new ring gear made by her dear dear friend Keira!
Pussy Willow: Candy? Everyone is hoping that you will have something to say about what happened last week... with Alicia?
Marcus looks at her, sees that she is a little uncomfortable, and leans in to speak for her.
Marcus Cage: Look, it's clear that Alicia Lukas is nothing more than a manipulative bitch who saw an opportunity to try and take down one of the fan favorites, and put her name back on the board. She knew what she was doing, and she knew what would happen. Which is why I have every confidence that Candy will do everything in her power to show Alicia that she can't be pushed around.
Pussy Willow: Alicia has gotten a lot of heat about what she did, pretending to be blinded just to attack Candy. What is going through your mind?
Candy cleared her throat and stepped forward to speak.
Candy: Miss Willow... Alicia was really really reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally mean to me. I didn't do anything to her and she decided to pretend that I hurt her to make me mad. She made me feel extremely stupid. So many people told me that it wasn't my fault, that I didn't do anything wrong. But I didn't believe them. I only believed her, and I shouldn't have. I was so stupid. She was obviously lying, and I believed her. Because I always see the best in people. But Alicia... she's just...
Marcus Cage: A bitch? Rude? Worthless? Scum?
Candy takes a deep breath.
Candy: See, my mom always told me that if you don't have anything nice to say... that you shouldn't say anything. Well...
Candy looks around, then back at Pussy Willow
Candy: My mom's not here... and I think you're a (She pauses for a second before blurting out) WITCH WITH A B!
The crowd collectively gasped. Candy covered her mouth with her hands, shocked herself at what she just said. Her phone suddenly starts going off. She shakes her head.
Candy: I know who that is... I'm not answering that!
The phone rings and rings and rings before stopping. Candy's face looks pale and white as a ghost. The phone starts ringing again, and Marcus looks at it.
Marcus Cage: You gonna get that?
Candy: NO! HE'S GONNA YELL AT ME!
Marcus gently takes the phone from her and answers it. Before he can even say hello, a booming, yet familiar voice is heard SO LOUD through the speaker
Slappy McGoo: CANDY MEREDITH LOLITA CASSANDRA MARIE CAGE! LAAAAAAAAANGUAGE!!!!!
Candy covered her ears and shook her head, obviously very visibly upset with herself. Marcus hits the end call button and looks back at Candy, who runs off screen. He takes a deep breath before following her, sending the camera back to Pussy Willow
Pussy Willow: Um... that was... uh... back to you guys?
She shrugs as the scene cuts
Backstage in a small, drab dressing room, the Bombshell known only by the nom de plume "Masque" makes slow, methodical work of unbuttoning her blue cardigan with a single hand – her prosthetic too graceless to subtly tweak the cotton around each shining button. Instead it hangs by her side, twitching. Serpentine, plastic fingers grasping for thin air.
A loud thumping at the door makes her pause, and she turns to regard it through a mask scarred by deep gouges that run across the porcelain face. Flakes of white paint flutter to the ground with the movement of her head, leaving black-bottomed crevices.
Masque: Come in.
After a beat of silence, perhaps contemplative on their end, the door opens and in steps the long, lithe form of Matthew Knox. around his waist not unlike a codpiece or garish belt buckle was the Thunder Pro Wrestling Duos title. The other, likely stored somewhere by Amber Ryan who was decidedly less abrasive than her tag partner. He doesn't venture too far into the room, regarding Masque in silence for a beat as he lazily topples to his right until his shoulder props up against the wall.
Matthew Knox: Hello Masque, I hope you've been well. No new prosthetics yet?
Continuing the difficult work of unbuttoning her cardigan, she follows Knox on his short trip over and against the wall. More flecks of white paint spill from the tracking of her eyes.
Masque: My Songbird. I am so very pleased you have come to see me again. I see you have been busy.
He pays her a smile that would be charming to those who couldn't see the venom dripping from it, as he was more than sure she could. He pays her a shrug to accompany it.
Matthew Knox: Well...Idle hands are your plaything after all. Speaking of hands.
He motioned to her struggle.
Matthew Knox: Would you like some help?
Cocking her head to the side, she takes a step forward and lowers her god-given hand to her side.
Masque: Yes, thank you.
He nods, opting to start at the bottom of the cardigan and work his way up. Even with two hands he works at a slower, more deliberate pace. His eyes remain locked on his work as he speaks.
Matthew Knox: But yes, I have been busy. With our mutual friend...I do hope you understand the gravity of it.
He slows down at the halfway point, glasz eyes darting up to stare into the mask.
Matthew Knox: These cursed belts..they're like lovers, you know? You have one, you think they're it. This is the one that's going to matter until you're in the ground...you desperately cling onto it...
He reaches the last button, lingering for a moment. He circles his thumb over it, chuckling.
Matthew Knox: Then you have another...and you realize that it's not religion. They're almost interchangeable....i'm sure you get my point, yes?
She rolls her head, chin tilting left and right as he talks. Bright blue eyes stay on-track, and she listens.
Masque: I do not know. I have never had one.
She leaves the specifics – Championship ... Lover? – unsaid.
Masque: I can imagine, however.
Her head moves almost imperceptibly forward and she takes a long and lingering breath. Slowly, she turns and presents her back to the newly-minted Champion, tilting her shoulders back.
Masque: Would you mind?
A chuckle rumbles from his chest as he casts his gaze to the other side of the room.
Matthew Knox: Now, I fear, you're just using me.
However, he does as she asks and helps slide the garment from her slender shoulders. He goes as far as folding it and draping it over his forearm, holding onto it until asked for.
Matthew Knox: My point is...holding the other half of these? Amber has a path now, to realize that this obsession with her title here has been...anything but healthy. This is a path back to normalcy for her.
A small pause, letting the statement linger before he leaned forward, lingering closer to her right ear and speaking directly into it. No room for the tinny echo of the mostly empty room to distort the words. She needed to hear this.
Matthew Knox: In short...this is me beating you.
She laughed. Sweet and sing-song, turning on the spot back to face Knox. Her cobalt-coloured dress was floor length, held up by two delicate straps over each shoulder, plunging at the neckline ...
... Bisected by a thick knot of pink scar tissue that ran in parallel tracks from either side of the nape of her neck, meeting to disappear into her bosom. The wound stood proud of its surroundings, twisting and tugging at neighbouring skin.
Masque: You. You beating me. Do you hear yourself, Songbird?
She stepped forwards, knowing he would give no ground so they stood plastic face-to-face, with the former tipped up to meet the taller man.
Masque: You still do not understand. My Resplendent Hurricane was unassailable before I came here. She will be so long after I have gone. I did not make the title her world, she did. All I have done is liberate her from the burden of justifying why it is so important to the likes of those that do not understand. Like you.
Cocking her head to the side again, she narrows her eyes.
Masque: This is you, beating me. I offer salvation – redemption. There is nothing my Hurricane has done that is not by her own hand and ...
She laughs again, and her prosthetic comes up to tap against the ugly line of scarring.
Masque: ... Heart.
Matthew Knox: You know...I've laid awake at night wondering just what it is you did to get yourself past the shields she has up.
He let out an almost breathless chuckle, eyes staring at the blue orbs behind the porcelain he had come to be inexplicably intrigued by since their first talk. It was like seeing a cryptid in the wild, without needing to be piss drunk or having a bad camera. Unsettling but intriguing.
Matthew Knox: I'd be jealous, if you had intentions that were any good past your own belief. But even that...that oversells you. I'd make some vaguely deep-as-a-puddle reference to preachers, but that'd be an insult to the cloth You? You're a fix to a junkie...right down to the false face.
As he finished the statement a hand shot up, coming to brush fingertips over the porcelain on her face.
Matthew Knox: Your true face...it stopped existing awhile ago, didn't it?
She tolerated the contact, making no movement to shy away.
Masque: You would not believe my true face if you saw it, Songbird. If you knew what you were really looking at ...
Slowly, deliberately, she raised her prosthetic hand and extended a single plastic forefinger – servos whining. Eyes narrowed in concentration given its lack of dexterity, she ran the tip down his temple and under his chin.
Masque: This is the heart of your misunderstanding, Songbird. You are trying to save her from herself – a Junkie in need of rehabilitation, protection. Someone lost. She has never been more found, more beautiful and terrible. I have no interest in changing her.
The plastic finger continued its track across his chin, until it stopped on the opposite cheek.
Masque: I am only interested in removing the inhibitions, blockers, barriers and self-doubt. Do you not want to see it? Have you not enjoyed her resplendence? It is okay to be scared of it. She is something to behold ...
Blue eyes rolled closed for a moment.
Masque: There is no need to save someone who does not need to be saved.
He flinched at the contact. Plastic upon skin a lot more abrasive than his flesh upon porcelain. He listened intently, fighting to keep his locked upon her. He wanted to snatch her wrist and snap it. Maybe the entire arm.
Matthew Knox: No, I don't want to see it...because I'm arrogant enough to be sure that she doesn't either.
He reached up, gently pushing her hand away from his face and taking a full step back.
Matthew Knox: Before I leave you to prepare for your fight tonight..I do have to ask one last question....that face I wouldn't believe if I saw it. The hand you still favor, even though it's gone..
He paused for a heartbeat, finding her gaze and holding it.
Matthew Knox: Are they not the end of the road paved without inhibition?
With a brutal snap, she twisted the prosthetic free of its mount and dropped it into the travel suitcase nearby, extending the stump out towards Knox.
Masque: This ...
She tapped a fleshy finger against the porcelain.
Masque: ... And this ...
For a second, her eyes left Knox and went somewhere outside the small dressing room.
Masque: They were the price I paid for trying to save those that did not need to be saved. Did not want it.
Apparently absent-mindedly, her hand slid down along her plastic cheek, past the nape of her neck and settled across her scarred chest.
Masque: You will never know what it feels like and I think that suits you, Songbird. Because if you did, if you stopped to think about what I have lost ...
Bending over, she retrieved a familiar wooden box and flipped its brass catch to reveal a bone-white prosthetic, fingers wrapped in painted thorns.
Masque: You would know I am as flawed as you, and eldritch witches with ghost-faces do not cry for their mothers. I cried for mine.
He regarded her silently for a moment, before taking back the step he'd put between them. Wordlessly, his hand shot out to grab onto the stump. He held it firmly for a moment, before raising it and bending down to meet it, showing off his flair for the dramatic as he plants a kiss where her hand used to be. He brought his other hand to rest upon the first, eyes going to hers once more.
Matthew Knox: And if you knew what I have lost, you'd understand why I can't let this go.
A gentle squeeze of the stump, and he turned on his heel to head out to the hallway, the noise of staff and talent seemingly miles away from the little void they shared.
Simone: Welcome back to Climax Control, coming up next we have another first round match in this year's Blast from the Past Tournament as the odd couple team of Candy and Goth team up to take on SCU's Esther Azarov and the returning Finn Whelan!
Adams: She's the last Bombshell I ever thought I'd say this about but Candy has been the subject of recent controversy as her glitter temporarily blinded Alicia Lukas at Inception V! Goth's reign as Mixed Tag Team Champion with Mercedes Vargas was ended at Inception V so he'll be looking to bounce back from that setback, especially since Mercedes was eliminated from the tournament in last week's Main Event!
Simone: That just leaves Finn and Esther as the unknows in this match, could they pull off the surprise of the tournament tonight? Let's take it to Justin and find out!
Justin: The following is a Mixed Tag Team Match scheduled for one fall and it is a first round Blast from the Past Tournament Match!
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, this is 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: Candy might be sweet and innocent but don't underestimate her, this is her third consecutive tournament and she has yet to be beaten in the opening round!
Adams: Her past partners are Coby Qwik and Austin James Mercer to boot, will this be her year?
The arena goes dark when we hear drums echoing through the arena along with some monk chants, this continues for a while as the letters emerges on the Titan Tron that eventually reads the name Goth when suddenly a loud guitar riff explodes. Fireworks erupts as we see the legendary Goth walk to the ring with a concentrated look on his face, accepting some extended hands from the fans as his gaze does not leave his opponent (when his opponent is in the ring, if not he is focused upon the official). He stands at the ring apron, slowly crawling underneath the bottom rope until rising to his feet. He stands in the corner as he awaits Justin Decent's announcement.
Justin: Currently in the ring!! standing in at 6'4 and weighing in at 239 pounds!! Hailing from New York City, New York!!! Goth!!!!
Simone: On one hand, Goth is a man who has practically done it all in SCW, on the other hand? Has there ever been a stranger pairing than this in the tournament's history?
Adams: Perhaps Amber Ryan and Despayre from last year's tournament? But that team were semi-finalists so who knows? Maybe Goth and Candy can repeat that success!
Justin: And their opponents!
The crowd is cheering for the upcoming action when "Problem" by Natalia Kills begins to play over the speakers. Red and white lights flash and alternate across the dim lighted ringside area. The cheering turns to boos when Sister Ester walks out onto the stage with Red by her side. She has on a denim jacket over a black bustier and matching bottoms along with black boots and knee pads. She wraps Red's arms around her before playing with the long strand of beads around her neck.
Justin: On her way to the ring from Tulsa, Oklahoma. She represents G.R.I.M.E. she is Sister Esther!!!
She grins as she leans up and tilts Red's mask up just enough to kiss his lips. She looks devious when she brings his hands down to her thighs. She then begins laughing and she skips down the ramp while teasing the crowd and sticking her tongue out at them. She prances to the naughty music until she gets to the steps. She runs up them as Red climbs to the apron. He holds them open for her and she enters. She prances around to the beat before coming to a corner to get one last kiss from Red. She waits for the match to start.
Simone: Sister Esther Azarov is a dangerous competitor but was strangely quiet this week!
Adams: Maybe she believes that actions speak louder than words?
The lights dim down and cast the arena in a red glow, and for a moment -- only a moment -- the crowd quiets down just a smidge. The drum riff opening that carries into an aggressive rhythm of guitar chords breaks out as "Black Lungs" by Architects blares out over the P.A. System. This brings the crowd to their feet -- both in a positive and negative reaction, completely mixed.
Justin: And her partner, from Seattle, Washington weighing in at 201ibs FINN WHELAN!
The spotlight doesn't fall upon the stage, instead flowing across the crowd as the lyrics describe more than just a time in the world. Finn Whelan appears not from the curtain, but from one of the visitor entrances with a semi-cocky swagger written into his denim jeans. He stops at the top of the steps for a moment, a slight smirk on his face as he glances down at the people around him, blockaded off by the typical burly security guards. The crowd is not booing, but they're not exactly cheering either. He sets his eyes upon the ring below, and then makes his way down slowly, ignoring the people around him though a few of them clap him on the shoulders as he descends.
Simone: Finn is returning to SCW after an extended absence tonight, will he make up for lost time?
Adams: One way to find that out!
At the barrier, he slings himself over and slides immediately underneath the bottom rope and leaps to his feet in the centre of the ring. He heads directly for the ropes in front of him, and hops up onto the bottom one, bouncing slightly as he looks back at the crowd, choosing a few choice words to share with them. he drops down from it and pulls of his vest as he heads to his place against the turnbuckle, leaning into it and looking upwards at the stage (or conversely, at his opponent) past his brow as his music fades out, there is some discussion between the two teams as to who will start the match but it's decided that the men will start as Goth and Finn get remain in the ring and Candy and Esther head out to the apron as Dawn calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
Simone: And tonight's second Blast from the Past Match is underway!
Adams: This will be a good one folks!
Once the bell rings Goth and Finn lock up in the middle of the ring before Goth uses his size and strength advantage to back Finn into a neutral corner where Dawn forces a break, once Goth has let go he notices that Candy wants to tag in already but ignores her much to the annoyance of his partner, however this gives Finn a chance to fight back as he switches positions with Goth before firing off a series of Knife Edge Chops to Goth's chest and getting behand him and German Suplexing him into the corner!
Simone: Goth's momentary distraction and Candy's impatience really cost their team there.
Adams: You can't take your eye off the ball against someone like Finn but Candy does want to get in the ring and battle Esther!
Finn drags Goth out of the corner and goes for the first pin attempt of the match.
ONE!
TWO!
And Goth gets the shoulder up! Esther shouts abuse at Finn for not doing more to secure the pin whilst Candy, again, offers Goth a chance to tag her in but the veteran refuses as he gets back to his feet.
Simone: Seems to be a communication issue on both sides Jason!
Adams: Your right Belinda, Finn and Esther don't seem to get along at all whilst Goth is ignoring Candy's requests to tag her in!
The two men shake their heads at their respective partners before Finn sits up Goth and goes for a Sliding Forearm, however Goth ducks the forearm mid slide and uses the confusion to go for a roll up on Finn.
ONE!
TWO!
And Finn gets the shoulder up, both men get back to their feet and the antics from their partners continue with Esther yelling at Finn for letting Goth get the jump on him and Candy again trying to get in the action, both of which are ignored by their partners.
Simone: More drama from Candy and Esther to Goth and Finn and to think, many were predicting that most of this year's drama would come from Team Please Don't Hurt Me AKA Twisted Sister and Jack Ruscow.
Adams: To be fair, that team was among the ones eliminated last week!
The men proceed to trade blows in the middle of the ring whilst their partners watch on and the crowd eat it up and after a few minutes Goth shoves Finn towards the ring ropes and nails him with a Spine Buster! Candy again offers a tag to Goth but Goth ignores her as he goes for the pin.
ONE!
TWO!
And Esther inadvertently breaks it up, namely by getting in the ring to shout more abuse at Finn prompting Dawn to yell at her to return to her team's corner.
Simone: What was Esther thinking?! If she had broken that pin up her team would've been disqualified and her and Finn would be out of the tournament!
Adams: And for all the disfunction between Candy and Goth, I doubt they want to move onto round two because of a disqualification!
Candy almost gets in the ring as well but Dawn orders her to remain in her team's corner as well, Goth shakes his head at the antics of the female participants of the match before he turns his attention back to Finn only to get surprised by a roll up!
ONE!
TWO!
And Goth kicks out! Both men get back to their feet and go for the same move, a running clothesline, knocking them both down and out!
Simone: This could be Candy's chance to get in the match but will Goth tag her in?
Adams: Meanwhile Esther's idea of cheering on Finn seems to be "hauling more abuse at him"!
Goth is the first to reach his corner and is still reluctant to tag in Candy, however he soon finds himself with little choice in the matter as Finn tags in Esther and Goth reluctantly tags in Candy! Candy comes in like a house on fire as she charges at Esther and hits her with a Slingblade! Candy then waits for Esther to get back to her feet before following that up with a Hurricanrana and holds on for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
And Esther reverses it into a pin attempt of her own!
ONE!
TWO!
And Candy kicks out! Esther takes a moment to yell more abuse at Finn, namely telling the Irish-American wrestler that that's how it's done!
Simone: Somehow I don't think Esther and Finn will be challenging for the Mixed Tag Team Titles anytime soon!
Adams: Even if they beat Candy and Goth!
Finn shakes his head at his partners abuse before Esther hits Candy with a Package Piledriver! Esther takes a moment to yell more abuse at Finn before she goes for another pin on Candy.
ONE!
TWO!
And Candy gets the shoulder up just in time.
Simone: I think it could be argued that Esther taking the time to be more of a bitch to Finn cost her team the win there!
Adams: Maybe, Candy has proven resilient and Goth is seeing that first hand!
Esther shakes her head before picking Candy back up and going for the Salvation Slam! However, Candy reverses it into a roll up.
ONE!
TWO!
And Esther kicks out! Fearing that Candy might have her number Esther goes to tag Finn back in, unfortunately for the SCU wrestler Finn has had enough of the abuse from Esther and hops off the apron before heading to the back.
Simone: Credit where it's due to Finn for lasting that long but Esther's abuse caused him to walk out on their team!
Adams: Even Goth seems shocked at this! But Esther had better keep her eye on Candy because she's heading to the top rope!
Esther tries to get Finn to return to the apron but it becomes apparent that whatever partnership they had has gone out the window! Esther turns around just in time for Candy to drop her with the Gumdrop!
Simone: GUMDROP! CANDY HITS IT!
Adams: This would be a foregone conclusion if Finn hadn't walked out but stick a fork in Esther, she's done!
Candy floats over into a cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here are your winners, the team of Candy and Goth!
Simone: Candy makes it to the quarter finals for her third consecutive tournament!
Adams: Goth is applauding her so I think it's safe to say that Candy earned his respect!
Candy gives Goth a huge celebratory hug whilst Drew checks on Esther.
Further cheers announce the arrival of Ben's missus and one of SCW's most renowned femme fatales, none other thhan former champion many times over Evie Jordan. She steps up to Ben's left and places a hand on his arm, drawing his attention away from the briefest of moments. Of course, his face lights up with a smile, a sparkle never leaving his eyes when he sets sight on the woman he shares his life with.
Evie: Ben, they're ready for you over at the studio to get your publicity shots done for marketing.
Ben: Yeah, I'll be there in just a moment. I have to watch this.
He directs her toward what he was so engrossed in watching. Evie turns her head and as she does so, the camera in turns pan into a wider shot to find none other than Despayre sitting opposite of his teddy bear companion and bestie - Angel - at a chess table! The crowd greets this amusing site with further cheers, but for whom? Despayre? Angel? Both??? Pieces have been moved here and there, to and fro between both "players" although there are more pieces off board on Angel's side than Despayre's. Evie looks back and forth between both her husband and the game itself with a questioning look.
Evie: This is why you want to wait for your publicity shots? Why is this so fascinating?
Ben turns to her with a coy smile and explains...
Ben: Because Despy is losing.
Evie whips her head around to look at the game with a perplexed look on her lovely face, while Despayre turns his own head to look up at Ben, clearly affronted.
Despayre: I am NOT! I'm just lulling him into a false sense of security!
Ben yields with a smile, holding his hands up in a mock surrender. Evie resigns herself to waiting alongside her husband, and besides – it really did bring her a sense of entertainment in watching this little spectacle. Even being away from the GO Gym for as long as she had been, Despy was still one of the proverbial family and always had his way in both surprising as well as perplexing even those closest to him. Then, who should walk onto the scene...
The Troll: Well! Well! Well...!
The much hated Troll walks onto camera, literally stepping right in front of both Ben and Evie to stand between them and places his hands on his ample waistline, staring down at Despayre. Evie bristles, and even Ben loses his charming composure for a brief moment, but he places a restraining hand on Evie's shoulder as it looks as if she was about to take a swing at the (?) and knowing full well the punishments from SCW brass for intergender violence. Or perhaps he could also sense what was coming, and that it could be even more entertaining than the game itself?
The Troll: Look at what we have here!
Despayre slowly looks away from his concentrated focus on the chess board and up at the Troll, and he frowns. As if he has never seen this person before.
Despayre: It's. Chess.
The Troll: No I – I know it's chess you little freak! I was talking about YOU...
He points a sausage like finger at Despayre, then at Angel!
The Troll: And the almighty Angel!
Despayre leans back from where he is sitting on a pillow, his mouth open and hand over his heart.
Despayre: Oh my! You're getting so good at that! Now who's that over there?
He points off camera.
Despayre: Why it's Janet the Makeup Lady! Hi Janet!
Despayre waves and the camera turns just briefly enough to see Janet down the hallway and she smiles and waves back - before the camera turns back to the scene at hand where Evie is trying to smother the smile on her face while Ben has no such qualms. His head tilted down into his curled fist but his shoulders shaking tells the story. As does the Troll's face being red with indignation.
The Troll: Are you mocking me!?
Despayre: No. No!
Despayre shakes his head 'no' rapidly.
Despayre: Nooo! I'm mocking you.
He adds innocently. The Trolls face flushes scarlet, his multiple chins quivering with indignation. Ben leans over and whispers to Evie...
Ben: Sort of makes you wish there was a popcorn vendor around here, doesn't it?
Evie nods with a smile, but I overhearing the Troll wheels around to confront the husband/wife pair.
The Troll: Nobody asked you!
Before he turned back to Despayre...
The Troll: I am sick and tired of the way you disrespect me! I am sick and tired of the way you make me look like a fool! I am a superstar...!
Despayre snorts. The Troll stomps his foot like a child!
The Troll: I am! And I am sick and tired of you just waltzing in here whenever you feel like it and stealing the attention away from deserving studs like myself! You and this STUPID teddy bear...!
The Trolls hollers, swinging his hand and delivering a swiping backhanded blow to the side of Angel's plush head, finding the teddy bear tumbling from his little toy stool and across the floor in a rolling motion!
It was as if you could hear a record literally screeching to a stop.
It was as if time went in slow motion oh, watching as the poor little teddy bear tumbled over and came to a stop, almost at Ben's feet. Despayre looks horrified, his bottom lip trembling. His soft, gray eyes never leaving Angel, trembling with wet emotion while the Troll looks quite proud of himself. Despayre slowly stands up and hurries around the chess table, reaching where Angel lay, scooping him up just as Ben himself was leaning down to retrieve the bear.
Despayre carefully examines his best pal, the tears of worry and concern streaking down his cheeks.
Despayre: A-Are you okay?
Despayre watches, and 'listens,' as if for confirmation. Once satisfied, he looks up, and what expression is on his face, what is seen in his eyes, Evie takes Ben by the arm and takes two steps back, bringing her husband along with her and out of harm's way. Despayre sniffles, then extends his hands toward Ben.
Despayre: Will you please watch him for a moment?
Ben nods, reaching out to accept Angel into his hands.
Despayre: Thank you.
Despayre then slowly turns around to face the Troll -- and he POUNCES....!
THE REMAINING PORTION OF THIS PROMO HAS BEEN CENSORED DUE TO DISTURBING, VIOLENT AND GRAPHIC VIOLENCE.
The scene opens backstage not long after Krystal's interview where we see French Bombshell and fellow Go Gym Graduate Adrienne Beaufort watching the end of the interview on a monitor, the red head shakes her head in disappointment as the camera cuts to another part of the arena on the monitor.
Adrienne: What the hell has gotten into Krystal?
Katie, who had been watching the interview with Adrienne, shakes her head.
Katie: Matthew and Marty got int her! Okay, that sounded dirty! What I meant to say was that Matthew and Marty are taking advantage of her frustration and trying to corrupt her.
Katie points out as she lets out a sigh.
Katie: I hope to god you don't end up like her Adrienne!
Adrienne: Why would I? I don't have a title yet, I've got you managing me, I've actually tried helping Chloe including saving her from two post-match beatdowns........
Katie: Your also eight years younger than Krystal and still in your rookie year! Like it or not, at your age you are more susceptible to the unsavoury types in wrestling.
Adrienne: So why wasn't I recruited by Matthew and Marty?
Katie: Aside from the fact that you debuted after High Stakes X? She has a title and her reign, which is at two hundred and sixty six days, has been dominant! Many people see Krystal as the division's future for a damn good reason.
Katie lets out a deep breath as the New Yorker folds her arms.
Katie: Let's hope that someone gets through to her before Matthew and Marty ruin that future!
Adrienne: Yeah, let's hope!
The two women walk off as the scene fades.
Backstage, support crew and venue staff step into empty offices or turn their backs to stare at the walls as Masque passes through, entering her dressing room with a transit suitcase in tow. Forcing the door shut with the sharp point of a heel, she sets the case down on one of the benches bridging three sides and slips a lightweight jacket from her shoulders.
The fourth leads to a small bathroom, lit by a single sickly-yellow bulb swinging on a slender lead. Reaching up and behind, she releases the tension stored in the ratchet pinned to the back of her head and her mask drops down into the cracked sink with a clatter. Wrenching the tarnished taps open, she washes the inside face, watching pink water circle a calcified drain.
Long blonde hair cascades down, freed from the restrictive strapping. A mirror above the sink, broken into four pieces but kept together by thick countersunk bolts, gives Masque a window back into her own soul.
Pain radiates out from her chest and she grits her teeth together, prosthetic fingers clamping around the porcelain of the sink in spasm until it cracks. When it passes, she returns to the transit case in the wider dressing room and retrieves a small, black leather case. Flicking the catch open, Masque rolls the sealed hypodermic needle inside around in its protective cutout.
After a few moments, she closes it and places the case out of sight. Reaching back into the transit case, she pulls free another mask. Crimson-red, wearing a rictus grin.
Amber Ryan: You know, you shouldn't just leave your door unlocked. There's all manner of crazies around here...
Whether she was there all along, or whether she sidled in amid the shadows and diverted states didn't matter.
Thunder Pro Duos title and the prized SCW Bombshells World title both adorning a shoulder each, capturing the low light almost obnoxiously. Flirting with the dark and the presumputory danger.
Leaning just beyond the doorway, out of sudden striking range and out of the way of an equally tender touch, the redhead's half smile twitched involuntarily.
Amber Ryan: Or so I've been told.
Without looking up, Masque nodded her head – face still turned down towards the floor streaked with the tide marks of a half-hearted effort at mopping clean.
Masque: Yes ... A Songbird told me about your success. Congratulations.
Snickering softly, Amber tossed her hair a little. Portraying confidence to conceal something a little more base.
Amber Ryan: Yeah, he's got a tendency of doing that. Determined to feel like he's making a difference...
Another twitch although this one a little more apprehensive.
Amber Ryan: Feel like I should be concerned that you two are playing Ring-Around-A-Rosie without me though...
Serpentine plastic fingers flexing in some subconscious neural input, she considered the question for a few moments then, a few seconds. The silence stretched out, punctured by the whine of the servo motors in her prosthetic.
Masque: Without you? My Hurricane, you dominated everything in that discussion without ever being present.
She laughed, that high-pitched, sing-song melody. Grotesque.
Masque: Oh, he did not come to see me. He came to tell me that he had won. I was beaten. That your very fine new accoutrement would take you on a new, safer path away from all of this.
Turning the mask over in her hand, she brought it up underneath the curtain of blonde and held it in place until her rising chin let gravity take over. Black straps dangled loosely, framing her face in strange bondage.
Masque: Apparently, he has found the cure to your ...
Her eyes flicked over to the Bombshells Championship on Amber's shoulder.
Masque: ... Condition. You must be very relieved.
Irritatedly, Amber adjusted her stance. Posture straightening and shoulders rolling back – the business end of a hurricane's pointed edges jutting like hackles on a jackal's spine.
Amber Ryan: Why are people so preoccupied with trying to 'save' me. I was sick long before I won the title, and back then no one gave a fuck...
Of course, it was a different kind of sickness... Self-inflicted mostly, poor decision making fulfilling its consequences.
Amber Ryan: Now, it's like I have fucking lead poisoning but no one seems to mind all the cigarettes and mercury that I'm washing it down with.
Frustrated, Amber paces as her half-smile slipped deftly into a self-justified scowl.
Amber Ryan: ... Why is it so hard for people to just be happy that I'm successful? That maybe... This is the way I was always supposed to be.
Reaching up and behind, Masque fed the straps through a ratchet and began to twist the rotor, until the crimson-red mask sat tight enough for her to take her only real hand away.
Masque: I think you know the answer to that.
Slowly, she stood, smoothing the wrinkled fabric of her cobalt-coloured dress. The thick knot of scar tissue running from either side of the nape of her neck down into her bosom stood proud and visible now, twisted skin shining in the overhead strip lighting.
Masque: They cannot be happy with something they had no part in. It is in the name; Duo. A partnership, a pairing. Relying on someone else. Some might call it symbiotic ... Or parasitic. Tell me, how long have you held that title?
She shook her head.
Masque: Not your new toy. How long? How many victories? How much ... Beautiful violence have you delivered to keep it? And in that time, oh, how your reputation has become something wonderful. All of it, earned singularly. Independently. Now, that success is being shared. Stolen.
Walking the short distance to the bathroom, she disappeared through the doorway.
Masque: So now you have shared success. Congratulations to both of you. And yet ... That is not enough. To be tag-team champions is not enough because of the real prize on your shoulder. You must give that up. Surrender it. Only then can you be cured and all your friends will be happy for you again.
That sing-song laugh, echoing around the walls. Amber flinched reflexively in the laughter, something distinctly unnatural in it's delivery and the way it seemed to linger far too long in the air.
Amber Ryan: We both know that won't happen.
Amber didn't specify. She didn't need to, vague enough to cover all bases, specific enough to pinpoint each one like a bug pinned in a frame.
Amber Ryan: Oh, and your sincerity needs work by the way...
Nonchalantly, trying to shrug off the obvious nerves that had been danced upon, Amber returned to a less aggressive posture as she slowed her pacing to a halt.
Amber Ryan: By then, I might actually believe that you have my best intentions are heart...
Long plastic fingers curled around the doorframe, creeping back into the main dressing room. They squeezed down on the faded trim and it cracked under the pressure.
Masque: They will poison you with their kindness, compassion ... Love.
The last word was almost lost in another laugh.
Masque: Sap your strength with platitudes about your health, your safety. How much they care for you. Absurd.
A blood-red mask creeped back to find Amber.
Masque: I see the weariness in your face and the bruises on your skin. You are undertaking a great work, the limits of endurance and human ability. Every sinew straining to keep your place, at the top, where you undoubtedly belong. So tell me ...
She cocked her head to the side.
Masque: How was your personal safety served by fighting for another title? In what way was your body rested, healed – mentally and physically - by further, agonising, wearying combat? Interesting that the cure for your illness is apparently, to become more sick.
With a loud snap, an entire chunk of the door frame broke apart in a cloud of masonry. She shattered it into chunks and dropped it without a second thought.
Masque: It is interesting to me. You give more, when you do not have anything more to give, so others can profit. Succeed ... In the name of your happiness and health?
She stepped towards Amber, staying a little distant.
Masque: They will take it from you without ever defeating you. Insipid, subtle, draining. Parasites.
Sickening. Amber's half smile flickered back, determinedly painted in the depravities she'd committed. Voice soft yet haunting, was it was even hers now? ... But be damned if it didn't feel like home.
Amber Ryan: ... They can try.
She circled the Bombshells World Champion, head cocked.
Masque: They already are.
Her gait was slow, each long leg stretched forward with the toe pointed down – almost in some strange dance-of-one.
Masque: Some poison you with their kindness, others insult you with their disrespect despite the lessons you have taught them; uplifted them into Rapture ...
She hops onto the other leg.
Masque: Miss Vargas has been taught so very many lessons ... And yet she looks at you as if you are nothing. Bloodied, beaten – and still defiant. Are you not tired?
Coming to a halt behind Amber, she steps closer.
Masque: I am so very tired. Your work is so close to reaching its zenith. If the masses will not acknowledge it ...
Gaze following the sweeping movements, hand gripping the leathered edge tighter. Amber tensed under the watchful glare.
Amber Ryan: ... You will.
Close now, mere molecules between them, she swept around to stand plastic face-to-face with Amber.
Masque: Oh, my Resplendent Hurricane. No ...
She turned her head to the side, took a moment to glance at the Bombshells World Title, and found the Champion's gaze again; bright blue eyes shimmering with something unspeakable.
Masque: We will.
Amber Ryan: ... to Rapture or to hell. I hope you're ready. Follow me.
Climax Control cuts back to ringside and the fans are immediately booing. They are seeing SCW Bombshells Internet Champion Andrea Hernandez walk down the ramp with the title around her waist. She rolls her eyes in a playfully amused manner as she heads down to ringside, taking a seat nearby and completely ignoring the commentators.
Adams: It looks like SCW Bombshells Internet Champion Andrea Hernandez is wanting a front row seat for this match. Of course, this shouldn't be surprising since her top contender is about to be in action next.
Simone: Knowing Andrea like we know her, I highly doubt that she's going to let the events of last week between her and Seleana slide. She just may be out here for retribution.
Justin: The following Bombshells contest is scheduled for ONE FALL...
Cut Throat by Kittie hits as the lights in the arena go out and a single red spotlight appears on stage, in the center Johanna Krieger stands there with a black leather jacket over the top. She makes her way down to the ring as the spotlight follows her, she slides in the ring and crawls to the corner before staying on her knees with her arms back holding onto the middle rope as the house lights come up
Justin: Introducing first, from Nuremberg, Bavaria, Germany weighing in at 135 pounds... JOHANNA KRIEGER!
Adams: For obvious reasons, Johanna is in a very bad mood tonight. She's not too far removed from falling short of the Bombshells World Championship and she looks like she's ready to kill someone
Simone: I'm sure that beating the number one contender for the SCW Bombshells Internet Championship may turn some heads. If Seleana is smart, she'll try to piss her off as less as possible.
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: And her opponent hailing from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 125 pounds... SELEANA ZDUNICH
Adams: Seleana is definitely feeling good after her big win at Inception, but it's all business tonight. And with Andrea right by us, who knows how focused she can be.
Simone: Seleana is always someone that has had a bad temper and a quick fuse when someone strikes the nerve that Andrea did last week. She knows how to be angry which may serve her well going up against someone like Johanna tonight.
DING DING DING!
Johanna and Seleana circle the ring for a bit before Seleana tries a running forearm. Johanna blocks it and then decks Seleana with a forearm of her own. Seleana falls to the mat and finds herself a bit stunned. She gets to her knees, but Johanna runs up to her, knees her in the gut and then nails her with a gutwrench suplex. Seleana winces in pain while Andrea is amused by this at ringside. Johanna drags Seleana back to a vertical base. She pins her against the corner and fires punch after punch right in the chest, then follows up with a couple of knees before she grabs her around the waist and tosses her across the ring. Seleana is able to stand up eventually, but Johanna knocks her down with a roundhouse kick to the head. Johanna drops down on her to make the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Johanna gets back up and waits for Seleana to do the same. She does so and Johanna tries to deck her with a running forearm. Seleana ducks. Johanna turns around into a knee to the gut. Seleana is quick to follow up with a jawbreaker to bring Johanna down to the mat. Seleana then applies a headscissors choke hold to try and wear down Johanna, but Johanna is too close to the ropes. Seleana lets go and gets back to her feet. She drags Johanna to the corner, then grabs the top rope, jumps off the second rope, lets go of the top rope and nails her with a corner slingshot splash. Seleana stays on her and makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Adams: Much to Andrea's chagrin, Seleana is hanging in there with Johanna quite nicely. So far, things are evenly matched with the top contender not backing down.
Simone: Seleana is always going to have a speed advantage against Johanna and she's utilizing it brilliantly here.
Seleana climbs to the top rope. She waits for Johanna to get up and when she does, she leaps off the top rope and nails her with a hurricanrana. Johanna bounces off the ropes and Seleana knees her in the gut and then drops her with a bulldog. Andrea is suddenly not amused at ringside as Seleana applies a sleeper hold on Johanna. Johanna gets to her knees and counters with a reverse jawbreaker. Seleana loses her grip on the hold. Johanna gets to her knees, but Seleana runs back at her with a standing dropkick. Seleana goes back down to the mat. Seleana runs to the ropes and then bounces off of them and nails Johanna with a springboard moonsault. Johanna rolls away from her, but Seleana pounces on her and covers her again...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Seleana goes back to the well and attempts a second springboard moonsault, but Johanna blocks it, knocking the wind out of her. Seleana holds her ribs as she rolls away. Johanna follows up with a hard kick to the chest, then drags Seleana back up to her feet. She picks her up and nails her with an atomic drop. Seleana holds her back and turns toward her and then Johanna drops her with a spinning backfist. Seleana drops to a knee. Johanna allows her to get back to a vertical base only so she can headbutt her. She picks her up and then rams her into the corner. Johanna clotheslines her into the corner. Seleana comes out of the corner and then Johanna picks her up, scoop slams her and goes for a cover...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Adams: This was clearly the last thing that Seleana wanted. Johanna is in control now and if Seleana doesn't turn this thing around quickly enough, then perhaps she could be finding herself in trouble.
Simone: Once Johanna gets going, it's hard to stop things from snowballing. Of course, Andrea just wants Johanna to soften her up as much as she can. She does want Seleana's momentum to be broken here...
Johanna shows off some rage as she gets on Seleana and decks her with repeated forearms. She gets up and drags Seleana back to her feet. Seleana fights back and shoves Johanna away. Seleana then jumps on her back, but then Johanna drops her with a backpack stunner that seems to take her out of it. Johanna then gets on her again and throws in a few hammerfists before dragging her up again. Johanna places Seleana on the top rope and gets to the second rope. She grabs her from behind and nails her with a second rope superplex. Andrea is amused at ringside while Johanna sees Seleana start to crawl. Johanna smirks as she runs right up to Seleana and nails her with a running knee to the side of the head. Johanna turns her over, drops down and covers.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Johanna drags Seleana back to the corner. She pins her against the corner then nails her with a running big splash. Still, Johanna keeps Seleana pinned in the corner and tires off a few chops before grabbing her by the shoulders and flinging her halfway across the ring. Seleana lands on her back and she's really wincing in pain. She manages to slowly get back up, but Johanna nails her with a lariat that nearly shook the ring. Johanna toys with her a bit, giving her a couple of kicks to the head. Seleana is still trying to get up through that but Johanna knocks her down with a headbutt. Johanna drags Seleana her way and sets up for a powerbomb, however, in desperation, Seleana breaks free and rolls up Johanna into a schoolboy pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Adams: WOW! Seleana nearly had her there on a surprise roll up. Andrea looked like she'd seen a ghost and was about to freak out.
Simone: Even so, Johanna has been dominating this match lately. Seleana managed to find a weak spot and get a roll up pin, which, good for her. But she's still at a disadvantage. Johanna just took so much out of her.
Seleana seems a bit groggy as she gets back to her knees. But, Johanna being much fresher is able to deliver a superkick to the jaw, leaving her laid out again. Johanna walks over to her, drags her back up to her feet, then picks her up off the mat. She then nails Seleana in the center of the ring with a delayed vertical suplex. Johanna is feeling quite good about herself as she gets back up. She toys with Seleana by allowing her to do the same. Johanna gives her another hard knee into the gut, then throws her hard into the corner. Seleana slides down to the mat and then Johanna comes back and nails her with the German Freedom. Johanna drags Seleana away from the corner and covers...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Johanna stands up while dragging Seleana back up with her. She tries to start applying the Krieger Clutch from this standing position, but Seleana fires off a desperate elbow to the face. Johanna stumbles back and when she regains her vision, Seleana nails her with a leaping double knee that sends her back into the corner. Seleana regains her footing and then nails Johanna with a handspring elbow into the jaw. Johanna comes stumbling out of the corner and then Seleana leaps on her with a senton, taking her down to the mat, then firing punches after punches at her. Johanna shoves Seleana off of her. Johanna gets to her hands and knees, but Seleana comes back with a running kick to the face. Johanna is stunned, then Seleana comes back with a curb stomp. Seleana turns her over and covers...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Adams: Seleana is starting to make a comeback and the Internet Champion is starting to look really worried now. Seleana took her beating for a while, but Johanna just couldn't put her away.
Simone: Seleana has to stay on her at this point. She has to prove that she's not a contender by fluke.
Seleana gets angry as she starts to feel her comeback growing. Johanna gets up and Seleana does a split maneuver to drop down and punch her right in the gut. Seleana follows up with a swinging neckbreaker to get Johanna back down. She stands up and starts to feel it a bit more as she climbs to the top rope. Johanna gets back to her knees and Seleana dives off the top rope and somersaults into a cutter to take Johanna back down to the mat again. Andrea is starting to become very pissed on the outside as Seleana waits for Johanna to move. She gets to her knees and Seleana is quick to run at her and nail her with a shining wizard right to the head. Johanna goes down in a heap and Seleana turns her over for a cover...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Seleana goes to the top rope. The crowd is really pulling for her now. She has the Cat's Eye in mind and she manages to go for it, but Johanna blocks it with her knees taking the air out of her and of this crowd. Johanna has a look of anger on her face, almost as if she is insulted by Seleana even daring to go for a finisher. Johanna picks her up and then gives her a snapmare. Seleana bounces off of the mat high enough for Johanna to deliver a running penalty kick to the chest. Seleana looks like she has no more wind in her left as Johanna drags her back up. She allows her to stand, but Seleana is groggy. Johanna comes back with the Skold ov Makt right into the chest. Seleana falls limp on the mat and then Johanna drops down to turn her over for the pin...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner... JOHANNA KRIEGER!
Adams: Seleana had things firmly in control, then she went high risk and it ultimately cost her. Maybe Seleana should've gone for another of her finishing moves as Johanna completely telegraphed it. In any event, Johanna gets the win over the top contender for the Internet Championship.
Simone: And with that, Seleana with a big momentum loss as well. Andrea is surely loving this feeling that this is going to severely dent Seleana's confidence...
Johanna has a smirk on her face for a moment before she merely rolls out of the ring and walks back up the ramp, happy with the business that she just took care of. Andrea just laughs at her and sure enough, she finds her back in the ring. She has a glare on her eyes, almost as if she is tempted to attack Seleana. Seleana lies on the mat for a bit as Andrea openly laughs at her even more. She is eventually able to sit up. Andrea is calling her a "loser" at this point as she gets back to her feet. Once she is up, Andrea gets right in her face and calls her a "failure of a mother" which causes Seleana to give her a hard slap across the face. Andrea falls right to the mat from this slap and Seleana tries to pounce on her to fire off some punches, but Andrea is too quick for her as she rolls away and out of the ring. Andrea gets up and scurries back up the ramp. Seleana has a furious look on her face, but Andrea is far from happy herself having taken such a hard slap.
Adams: Andrea once again tried to rub things in, and once again it backfired. Maybe she should learn by now that antagonizing your adversaries is a bad idea...
Simone: It won't change the outcome of the match. Seleana still has a momentum loss to recover from. Considering Andrea hasn't made her weekly spiel yet, one can assume she'll have something to say about this later being the loudmouth that she is...
Cut to the Orleans Arena as former SCW Roulette Champion makes his way into the building. Max is casually dressed tonight in a classic Adidas black tracksuit, with his gear bag slung over his shoulder.
Max: Blast From The Past X is here. Last week proved that you have to expect the unexpected when it comes to the tournament. This week you can be confident in your bets when it comes to Myra Rivers and Max Burke.
Max opens the door for a member of the ring crew, and lets them pass. Max gets a slap on the shoulder and a welcome back from the crew member.
Max: Milo and Audrey, you two don't seem focused on the task at hand and that is not where you want your head at when you have to step in the six sided ring of Sin City Wrestling. You definitely don't want to do that when you are staring across the ring from us. Tonight is the night I return home to SCW. Myra and I are locked in, and ready to go in there and send a message. When it comes to the Blast From The Past tournament experience definitely can give you an edge. This is my 4th Blast From The Past tournament, and I have a diverse set of partners. In 2015 for my 1st Blast I teamed with Orchid making it to Round 2. 2017 Mercedes and I made it to the semifinals, and then I made my return last year and teamed up with Amy. Having 3 Blasts under your belt has really taught me many lessons. #1 being I am so happy Ben is not in this damn thing this year. Mind you 0-2 against Ben in the Blast... I think I need friendly competition down the line buddy ol' pal. Post match return drinks sir.
Max gives a quick wink to the camera, and gives his gear bag a teasing pat.
Max: Milo and Audrey strap in for a long night. Myra and I are going to put on a wrestling clinic, and walk out with our hands raised. We will advance to the next round, and there is not a damn thing you can do about it. Sin City Wrestling, it's great to see you again.
The scene opens backstage where we see Cassie Wolfe walking through the hallways with a frown on her face and her arms crossed, the eighteen year old wrestling trainee is clearly looking for someone but can't find him/her.
Cassie: Come on, where is she?
Cassie grumbles as the Aussie walks through the hallway, eventually the fact that she isn't paying attention causes her to bump into another woman.
Cassie: Sorry I should've been watching where.......
Cassie tralis off as she realizes who she has bumped into.
Cassie: Keira? Err, sorry, I should've been paying attention!
Keira looks at Cassie and nods. She then says
Keira: It's fine. Not the first time I got bumped into by women. What's up, tiny?
Cassie: Tiny? Just because I'm 5ft 3 doesn't mean......You know what? Forget it! I'm getting off track!
Cassie admits before she digs into her pocket and produces her iPhone, she proceeds to show Keira the interview Krystal conducted earlier in the show and once the interview's over she pockets the phone.
Cassie: I know last week's loss had been eating at Krystal but i didn't think it was that bad! And I know you've been trying to keep her on the straight and narrow so I figured that I should try to find you!
Keira sighs a bit as she places a finger on her own chin. She then says
Keira: I knew this would happen...
Cassie: Wait, what do you mean?
Keira: I was afraid that Krystal would go this route. She has held that title for so long and been on such a streak. The loss has affected her more. Thing is, she wants too much of a good thing. It happened to me. She needed to learn a lesson before she could move onto the next level.
Keira sighs more
Keira: But I was so afraid she would be mad at me. I...I held back.
Cassie: You mean at Inception V? Or when you and Jessie found Krystal last week? Or is it both?
Cassie lets out a deep breath as she folds her arms.
Cassie: Look, I know most people view me as Krystal's goofy stoner cousin, but Krystal's done so much for me since she came into my life, both when she helped me with my training and in my personal life that I hate to see this happen to her! I know she's better than this but I don't know if I can get through to her with Matthew and Marty in her ear!
Cassie sighs as she rubs her arm uncomfortably.
Cassie: Any ideas?
Keira places her hands on Cassie's shoulders and says
Keira: I was the same way that Krystal is now. It took a lot of friends and a life changing event for me to finally calm down. Those two tiny dicks are feeding her crap that she doesn't need.
Keira takes a deep breath, saying
Keira: I held back cause Krystal is my friend. Now I see what I have to do. Time for me to be the master. Cassie, talk to your cousin and show her what she's doing. Remind her of the family she's having.
Keira takes another deep breath, saying
Keira: If it fails, then I have no choice but to go Savage Keira, for real.
It doesn't take long for Cassie to catch on to what Keira means by that and she nods.
Cassie: My best bet will probably be after the show, Matthew and Marty tend to split off from her after the show because they have the PTA Gym and management company to run and she usually drops me off at home.
Cassie sighs as she runs a hand through her hair.
Cassie: I started training because I saw how successful Krystal was and figured that it would run in the family. I'm a natural in the ring but now I'm not sure.
Keira: Cass. You're doing good so far. Don't rush anything. Trust me.
Cassie: Thanks, coming from you that means a lot.
Cassie says with a small grin before she starts to walk off.
Cassie: I'll contact you over Twitter when I get back home and we'll take it from there?
Keira nods as the eighteen year old seems relieved.
Keira: Don't worry about Krystal, I'll set her straight one way or another.
Cassie walks off as the scene fades.
Myra Rivers is in a confident, relaxed mood as Climax Control cuts to her in the locker room. Unlike last year in the Blast from the Past tournament, she is far from jittery. The fire is burning in her eyes and she's got a passionate disposition as she begins to speak her mind.
Myra: Last year, in the Blast from the Past tournament, I admit that I would kick things off by acknowledging some of what the 'critics' had to say and I would start off by addressing some things that my opponents said coming into this match. I admit that it was a mistake because in this business, you never give your critics the satisfaction of acknowledgement because the moment you do, you are on the defensive and that's exactly what they want. So, this year? I'm not even going to BOTHER addressing anything that the critics have to say because they're NOT getting that satisfaction that they got from me last year. I'm older and wiser at this stage of my career and they've gotten ENOUGH satisfaction out of me. I'm not going to address anything that my opponents said about me coming into this match because the same principle applies. Then again, it's not like Miles and Audrey really had anything to say about me to begin with, disappointingly enough. But see, that's the thing... by not saying much... you actually DO say much. I can understand Miles not saying much about me because Max should be his main focus anyway, but you, Audrey? I'm disappointed in you.
I had heard so much about you. I had learned about you watching you in your home company. Even your partner was talking about how big of a fighting spirit you have and yet, I get this bad vibe from you that you're not really here because you WANT to be here. When you don't even know why you're part of a tournament, then that's a big red flag. Do you even know what you are getting yourself into, Audrey? It's not just walking into Sin City Wrestling and starting a new journey here, but you are also doing so in the Blast from the Past tournament. It is one of the most brutal, emotionally draining tournaments in the business because ANYTHING can happen... case in point with Sam Marlowe making Krystal Wolfe tap out and shocking pretty much everyone NOT named Andrea Hernandez... you have thrown yourself into a fire that you have already shown that you are not ready for before the bell has even rung. With all due respect to Bella Madison, I'm not her. You don't get to run ME down and get closer to a championship at MY expense.
This is not an opportunity that you're ready for, but I AM!
And I'm not saying that just because I was in the finals last year. I'm saying that because I am better and STRONGER than I was last year. I may not have THE accolade to prove that just yet, but that's the key word: "yet". It IS going to happen, and it IS going to happen via this tournament whether I win a title shot coming out of this or whether I actually win the damn thing in the tournament itself and there is NOBODY in this tournament that is going to deny me even if they eliminate Max and I at any point. You eliminate us and you're not denying me SHIT! You eliminate us and you're just prolonging something that I KNOW in my heart is my destiny. I AM going to be the SCW Bombshells World Champion and I'll do whatever I need to do to make that happen. I'm NOT going to settle for the reputation I am gaining here of "best Bombshell that hasn't won the world title". HELL with that! I'd rather be the worst that ever won it then the best that never did! That's how much I want this, Audrey. That's how much passion I have for this. That's the kind of fire burning within me right now that you don't have within you.
This isn't just a one off trip to Vegas, this is THE tournament to win in Sin City Wrestling. This is an experience that should never be taken for granted. I'm NOT taking this for granted especially at my age. Max and I ARE one of the strongest teams in the field for a reason and we're about to prove that. There are SO many reasons why I am the Ageless Wonder of this division and why I have been the Rebellious Vixen that I am and have been throughout my career! You're getting the best version of THE best version of myself... EVER... not just you but every woman in this company... and you're going to experience for yourself why I am what I am and why I've earned what I've earned not just here in SCW, but throughout my whole wrestling career!
Tonight? My journey to my destiny takes a massive step forward!
Myra's heart and determination continues to burn in her eyes as she walks out of the scene, immensely confident in her team's chances of victory. Following her leave, the scene fades out.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is an opening round match in the 2022 Blast From the Past tournament!
The crowd cheers with anticipation as referee Jacob Summers enters the ring.
Justin: Introducing first...!
Jared James Nichols opening vocals on "Nails In The Coffin" cuts through the silence, as a fog fills the SCU entrance. A light from below reveals Max Burke and his associate "The Freight Train Of Pain" Casey Williams.
Justin: On his way to the ring, from Dorchester, New Brunswick Canada, standing at 6' and weighing in at 220lb... Max Burke!!!
As the music intensifies, Burke reaches the edge of the squared circle. He turns on his heel, and makes his way to the ring steps. Once on the ringside apron, Burke glides his finger over the top rope as he walks to the center. He turns, his head bowed. Spotlights hit him from all directions as his music reaches a crescendo. Max swiftly removes his mask and cackles into the camera.
Justin: And his tag team partner...!
"Come to Life" by Alter Bridge hits the speakers and the crowd lets out a strong reaction of support as Myra Rivers appears on the stage, already looking to take care of business. She heads down the ramp momentarily pausing at the bottom to give a quick smile at anyone nearby that is letting her know that they are behind her. Once the chorus starts, she gets inside of the ring and walks up to the opposite corner, adjacent to the ring announcer. She leans against the corner, focused and determined for her upcoming match, reveling in the continued showering of love the crowd is raining upon her.
Justin: From Miami, Florida! Myra Rivers!
Myra holds her arms up high and is greeted by cheers from the fans as Max applauds for his partner.
Justin: And their opponents...!
"Throne" by Bring Me The Horizon starts pumping through the speakers as Miles Kasey bops out onto the ramp in rhythm with the beat.
Justin: From Manchester in the United Dingdong! Weighing two hundred and fifteen pounds - Miles "Milo" Kasey!
He bounces in place twice before bolting towards the ring, sliding under the bottom rope, running into the adjacent ropes and handstand spring boarding backwards into a superhero pose as the fans go crazy!
Justin: And his tag team partner...!
The lights in the arena turn to a purple tint, as the opening to "My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark" by Fall Out Boy starts to echo over the sound system. The fans start to cheer, as Audrey Russow makes her way out onto the stage in her sleeveless hoodie, with the hood up, bouncing with the music. She poses for the crowd, before making her way down the ramp.
Justin: Now making her way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, now residing in New York, New York, Audrey Russow!
Audrey high fives fans as she makes her way to the ring. Once ringside, she slides in and paces around, waiting for her opponent.
Adams: This match is going to be great! BOTH teams are stellar!
Simone: Indeed, and both have wildcards as this is Max Burke's return to Sin City Wrestling in over a year! Not since 2021's Blast From the Past!
Adams: And this is the first time we've seen Audrey Russow in SCW! Anything can happen!
Simone: And it is about to as the ladies have won the right to kick this one off.
Indeed both Max and Miles step out to their respective corners, taking hold of the tag ropes, while Myra and Audrey turn to face each other as Jacob calls for the bell...
DING DING DING!
And straight away, Myra and Audrey emerge from their corners and circle the ring, sizing each other up before they lunge, locking up! Audrey turns inside of the lock up, taking Myra into an overhand wrist lock. Audrey then uses her leverage to slowly force Myra to bend back at the waist until her back is arched and the back of Myra's head is touching the canvas.
Simone: Straight away, Audrey Russow is showing impressive skill against one of SCW's finest.
Myra then rolls backwards, countering the position into a hammerlock, pinning Audrey face-down onto the mat. Myra cranks her arm almost far enough up her back to touch the back of her neck, causing Audrey to openly wince and pound the mat! Myra then adds intense pressure by somersaulting over into a bridge, wrenching Audrey's arm even further up her back!
Adams: And Myra is showing everyone just why she IS one of SCW's finest!
Myra stands up, pulling Audrey up along with her but Audrey ducks behind her, reversing their positioning to where she has Myra in the hammerlock. Audrey then sweeps Myra's legs out from under her, dropping her face-first to the canvas and she drops a heavy elbow into the back of Myra's head and neck.
Adams: boy! Audrey isn't put off by Myra's rep here in SCW, is she?
Simone: No, indeed she is not.
Audrey goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Myra reverses it. Myra attempts a roundhouse kick but Audrey ducks under! Myra's momentum turns her around and Audrey instead connects with a standing Enzugari strike! The blow drops Myra and Audrey rolls her over to her back and covers her, hooking the leg!
ONE!
TWO!
Myra kicks out!
Rather than wear herself out right away, Audrey moves to her corner and tags the outstretched hand of her partner, Miles.
Simone: Which means Max Burke also must get inside of the ring.
The Superstars stand ready and they lock up, but Burke slowly takes the upper hand as he bulls Miles back into the nearest corner, pinning him in! Miles holds his arms up as Jacob counts against Max...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
And Burke breaks clean, nodding toward Miles.
Adams: Boy! There was a point in SCW where Max would have taken his head off before breaking clean!
Simone: Proof positive that people can indeed change.
Both men circle each other and believe it or not, the valiant Miles locks up with Max once again. Max backs Miles up against the ropes, but this time before the official can begin a count, Max sends Miles hurdling into the ropes with an Irish whip! Miles comes off and Max swings for a lariat but misses! Miles ducks under and comes off the far side! Max ducks down for a back body drop but Miles turns around into the maneuver and uses the momentum to land on his feet behind his opponent! Max turns around and Miles dropkicks him, felling the big man! Miles attempts an Irish whip of his own but Max reverses it! Miles jumps onto the middle rope, and then the top! he then leaps back and catches Max with a hurricanrana that sends the Canadian sliding the length of the ring! Max starts to stand up but Miles rockets over him in a sunset flip that ALMOST catches him by surprise!
ONE!
TWO!
Max kicks out!
Miles then goes for an Irish whip but again its reverses! This time Miles comes off with a somersault right up Max's body where he takes an arm and arm drags him across the ring!
Adams: Miles is really in control of this exchange!
Miles kips up and turns and races at Max, but Max greets him the hard way with a big boot that floors the popular "Milo"!
Adams: Woops! Spoke too soon!
Simone: Sometimes there just is no substitute for experience!
Max turns and tags Myra back into the match.
Simone: Sometimes you just have to let a lady take care of business.
Both women rush right into the thick of things and Audrey staggers Myra with a heavy forearm blow, but never one to back down, Myra returns fire with a forearm shot of her own! Then from Audrey, then another from Myra! The last blow staggers Audrey around and she delivers a head butt straight into Myra's head, knocking her to one knee!
Adams: I thought the fellas would be the ones to throw down but the Bombshells are stepping it up!
Audrey grabs Myra and attempts an Irish whip into the ropes but Myra reverses it! Audrey hits the ropes and hangs on, and she catches a charging Myra with a back body drop but Myra lands on the apron! Audrey drops down and sweeps her legs out, causing Myra to fall to the apron and then to the floor!
Simone: I swear if SCW does not sign this woman...!
Jacob backs Audrey up as Myra uses the barricade to help herself to her feet, but as she turns around, she sees a flying Audrey take a suicide dive past Jacob and through the ropes, wiping her out!
Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!
Audrey drags the stunned Myra to her feet and rolls her back inside, quickly following. Audrey with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Myra gets a shoulder up!
Adams: No, there's still a LOT of fight left in Myra!
Audrey brings her to her feet and sends her into the far corner and races in, but Myra brings both knees up to greet her unceremoniously! Audrey staggers around in a circle and Myra kicks her legs up, scissoring Russow's head and she hangs over the top rope in a head scissors! Jacob counts...!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
And Myra breaks, flipping back and landing on the floor! Audrey staggers forward and lands on one knee, and Myra catapults herself over the top rope, back inside of the ring where she lands with a springboard bulldog! Planting Russow face-first! Myra with the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
Audrey kicks out!
Simone: I have to admit, I thought she had her!
Audrey is close enough to her corner where Miles reaches in and tags himself back into the match!
Simone: Miles saw his partner was in trouble and did the smart thing!
Max sees this as well and he is already in the ring! he charges across the ring to catch Miles but Miles springboards up onto the top rope and launches himself into a missile dropkick on Burke, sending him crashing back head over heels!
Adams: And Miles is picking back up right where he left off!
Miles sends Max into the far corner and runs in with a handspring into a corner splash - but Max brings his knees up right into Miles's body!
Simone: And that is how a ring veteran like Max Burke takes control away from the younger wrestler!
Max drops a series of elbow smashes into Miles's body as Miles clutches his upper body! Max drags Miles up and delivers a hard scoop slam, before coming off the ropes and delivering a big guillotine leg drop!
Adams: Well let me tell ya something brother...!
Simone: What ARE you talking about!?
Max covers him!
ONE!
TWO!
Miles kicks out!
Max sends Miles into the corner where he runs in with a clothesline that almost takes Miles's head off! Max then sends him into the neutral corner and comes racing in, but Miles runs right up the turnbuckles and leaps backward, crashing into Burke with a moonsault!
ONE!
TWO!
THR-Kick out by Max!
Adams: OH! That was CLOSE!
Simone: What a feather in Miles's cap it would have been had he pinned Max Burke!
Miles attempts a whip into the corner but again Max reverses it! Max charges in but Miles leapfrogs back over him, ending up on his shoulders! Miles attempts the Reverse Frankensteiner, but Max puts on the brakes! Max then shows some power by heaving Miles back up and dropping him face-first into the turnbuckles!
Simone: Oh! What a counter!
Miles staggers back and Max catches him with the Nail In the Coffin! Max with the cover and he hooks the legs!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: Here is your winner, advancing to the Quarter-Finals! Max Burke and Myra Rivers!
Myra joins Max in the ring as Jacob raises the arms, while Audrey checks on Miles who is shaking the cobwebs!
Simone: What a valiant effort from Miles Kasey and Audrey Russow! But it is Max Burke and Myra Rivers who advance to the next round!
Simone: Hasn't SCW been absolutely great tonight?!
Adams: I would agree plus we have a huge Rock & Roll Death Match for a main event. It can't get better than...
Roc Boys by Jay Z begins to blast all across the speaker system and as it does Todd Williams along with his wife Hope emerge from behind the curtain to the sound of loud boos. Todd cracks a very wicked grin as he grabs his wife and gives her a long sloppy kiss to even more boos. He slowly walks down to the ring hand and hand with his wife. He stops at the ring and she slowly walks up the steps and into the ring. She stands by the turnbuckles and spreads her legs open. He slides through the bottom of the ropes underneath her legs and into the ring. He dips her down and kisses Hope again before he flips off the booing crowds. He calls for a microphone and chuckles as she looks at the audience.
Todd: Damn... Man... Damn... Hope it seems like these people really hate me tonight.
Hope chuckles running her hands through her hair as she looks back at her husband.
Hope: I can't help but agree... I mean I was all excited to come out tonight and scream out WELCOME TO PARADISE! But all I see is one big fucking dump and it's a shame. However something will brighten up the day and that is the fact that you are staying in this ring. You will surely brighten up the mood so by all means baby why don't you tell everyone how you feel?!
Todd looks around as he shakes his head in disgust as he begins to speak.
Todd: All of you should be praising me right now. After all it's not often when a man such as me stands in this very ring. Now I heard everything that was people were saying about me. The moment my name was signed on the dotted line to be in this BFTP you probably were all like... OMG not Todd Williams?! OMG will he even show up?! Don't let the situation confuse you, and please don't get caught up in all the ridiculous hype of my misfortunes or how I feel about SCU. The fact is I didn't come here to play any games.
Hope shakes her head with a grin.
Hope: Absolutely not... He came here to MEAN BUSINESS!
Todd: I do mean BUSINESS... After all I am here to elevate the tournament and I will stuff Alannah in a suitcase and carry her to success. I don't give a flying fuck on what anybody in this tournament thinks. I know I have the ability to do the unthinkable. I have the power to win the tournament. I know there are some people in this tournament who honestly think they are worth a shit. Look at Myra Rivers for example. OMG last year I CAME SO CLOSE TO WINNING, THIS YEAR I WILL DO IT AND WIN ROARRRRR.....
Hope shakes her head in disgust.
Hope: SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Todd: You have Max Burke hyping her up like she's the end all be all. Hell you got a lot of people in this people that think Mac Bane and Mikah are the team to beat but let's not get too crazy. If I had my way the stars would align and we would be booked against them next week so they could get that WORK. To be honest there is nobody in this tournament that is honestly that good. It's only fitting that I show up just to show out. I am the Redeemer and only I can save everyone.
As they stand tall in the ring it isn't long before we hear "Forever by Drake" begins to blast across the speakers and as it does Brayden Hilton along with his wife Sofia Hilton 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 Sofia begins to mouth off to them. She flips them off before she turns her attention to her husband 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 and Sofia enters the ring.
Sofia: Silencio POR FAVOR!!! Todos cállense la puta boca.
Brayden nods his head as he looks at the crowd.
Brayden: Wow... I don't know if all of you idiots realized this but you just had a hot ass Columbian woman tell you all to shut the fuck up! You ingrates really don't deserve for me and my father to be in this ring right now. But the fact is you have a lot of star power in this ring right now. As my uncle AC Douglass would say in front of you right now is someone that is young... black... and successful.
Sofia: And when you add that to the fact my husband says he is Academic, Athletic, and An Achiever you get a man that is unstoppable.
Brayden: The fact is I wasn't able to compete at Inception because mommy dearest got sick with Covid, but I am here to let you all know that I am here to claim what I wasn't able to claim. I am here to tell you all that I will be Mixed Tag Team Champion. I know sorry ass Kris Ryans wants to get on Twitter and tell everybody that he is this and he is that. He wouldn't mind one of those mixed tag teams from the tournament challenging him but MoFO get your head from out of your ass. The only reason why you are even champion is because my mother was sick. Had she been able to compete we would be Mixed tag team champions. So I am going to be blunt. We are GONNA get our tag title shots and I will put you in your place. So I am officially standing here right now and I am issuing a singles challenge to Kris Ryans. You want to sit on your ass claim how you are this and how you are that?!
Sofia: Before my husband TAKES your Mixed tag team title he wants to embarrass you Puta.
Todd: That's my boy... This is the Williams family staking want you want. Now if you would excuse us fuck each and every single one of you and have a nice day. PIZZOW!!!
With that they all leave the ring with evil grins on their faces as we go elsewhere.
The camera pans backstage as Pussy Willow stands by with Mercedes Vargas for an on-the-spot interview. The SCW Hall of Famer is dressed casually for her interview with a level expression.
Pussy Willow: Standing backstage here on Climax Control with Mercedes Vargas. Mercedes, uh, you unfortunately came up short in your opening round match in the Blast From the Past Tournament last week and unsuccessfully challenged Amber Ryan for the World Bombshell Championship. How do you feel?
The camera closes in on Mercedes.
Mercedes: How do I feel? I don't know if I can answer that. I don't know exactly how I feel. Maybe you should ask Shane Hawthorne how he feels for costing us that match, PW. Or, better yet, why don't you ask Hitamashii and Amber how they feel for getting through the first round by the skin of their teeth.
Mercedes lets out a suppressed sigh. The outcome from the past seven days still felt raw.
Mercedes: You know, ever since I joined this company, I knew that I would accomplish amazing things. You've seen it for yourself. Every time I step in that ring, I create moments. I make history. It's why I am the most decorated talent by far in the history of Sin City Wrestling. And I know I say it a lot because it's true. Every time, every time. And what do I get for it? I get disrespected. On social media, I get roasted.
Mercedes emphasizes "roasted" when she raises her fingers in air quotes.
Mercedes: 'Hey, Mercedes, you're not as good as you think you are.' 'Your title reigns are inflated.' 'You overestimate your importance.' I've been told I'm a loser. I've been told I suck. I've been told I need to retire. I've been told I'm too loud, that I run my mouth too much. And the reason why I run my mouth is because I can, because I want too, and because being the only four-time Bombshell Triple Crown and two Bombshell Grand Slam and a two-time Hall of Famer gives me the damn right to do so!
She takes a deep breath, closes her eyes. When she opens them again, Mercedes runs a hand through her hair and swallows down her irritation.
Mercedes: Being the world champion of a wrestling organization comes with certain responsibilities. They are held to a higher standard in and out of the ring, they're given the privilege to hold the promotion's most prestigious title and should return the favor by ensuring that they don't shame the people in charge who made that decision with their actions. Amber Ryan showed her true colors last week and proved why she was scared of me. Hiding behind your tag partner to protect your title reign is the lowest thing you can do. But hey, it worked for Kate Steele in the finals at Blaze of Glory when she was Bombshell Internet Champion last year.
Mercedes quickly holds up an index finger in a wait-a-minute gesture.
Mercedes: For the last, what, 10 months now, Amber has decisively beaten most of the roster during her reign. She had never beaten me though and she never will because Amber Ryan fears Mercedes Vargas. After Climax Control 321, I know we'll be going our separate ways, but I know this won't be the last time we see each other. So the question for Amber isn't what's going to happen next in her reign. If she couldn't beat me the two times we met, what's going to happen when I'm on her case, when I'm on her back, when I'm in her ear, when I'm in her head, when I'm in her face when I get my deserved opportunity at the World Bombshell Championship? Do you see anyone else with a strong case?
Pussy Willow: Myra, Jessie, Roxi, and Crystal come to mind. They each were pretty close. Anyone with their reputation should be considered for another opportunity.
Mercedes stifles a laugh, then shakes her head in mock astonishment.
Mercedes: Myra, Jessie, Roxi, and Crystal also had multiple chances at Amber and were all pinned as a result. In a perfect world, they all deserve to head to the back on the line, all the way in the back, and earn their way to relevancy. But the world isn't perfect.
Mercedes stares at PW before she turns to the camera and gives a determined look.
Mercedes: Sometimes it's better to be lucky than good, Amber, and that's all you were last week. Offer is still on the table, mamita. Don't be a stranger. I'll be seeing you real soon.
The camera's switch backstage to where Ben Jordan stands minutes before his match, nodding at people as they past, but Ms. Rocky Mountains appoaches.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Hey Ben, just minutes away from that in ring return, any nerves?
Ben looks towards Rocky and smiles, quickly shaking his head.
Ben: Nah, none at all mate. Actually pretty calm. Getting here and watching greats like Fenris and Max Burke get in the ring. Watching some of the new people like Levana Cade and Jaycee McDonald do their thing really reminded me why I love this sport. Obviously everyone seemingly talking about a certain someone reminded me of a show back home called Eastenders, nothing but drama, I ain't missed that, but all that is in the back of my mind.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: You're up against the Internet Champion, does the fact that Godly Ken Davison is a champion, change your approach to the match at all?
Ben: Nah, not at all. Respect to the fella for being here for a short time and becoming a champion, getting on with his business without the drama, without waving his arms around saying look at me, look at me. Without going the boring let's have a dig at a boss to try and get noticed route that so many do. Blokes done his job and done it well, but the man makes the belt, the belt don't make the man. Only belt he could have is the one holding up his strides and I'll still approach him the same way. I'm looking forward to this one and it will be time to remind everyone about who I am. This is the start of something special.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mac Bane mentioned you earlier, said you won't step up to shut up him...
Ben: Mac would be mistaken then. I'm ready to go whenever he can find the time, but for now, I gotta deal with his mate.
Ben points to the entrance ramp.
Ben: Gotta run.
He nods his head towards Rocky and quickly makes his way to the entrance ramp.
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 with Mac Bane by his side, taking in the reaction of the crowd. As the main verse kicks in, they methodically walk down to the ring, ignoring everything else going on around them.
Justin: Making his way to the ring accompanied by the SCW World Heavyweight Champion Mac Bane. From Baltimore Maryland! "Godly..." Ken Davison!!!
Davison gets to the ring side area and jumps onto the ring apron. He wipes his feet and enters the ring between the top and middle ropes as the chorus kicks in. Mac Bane makes his way to the side of the ring keeping an eye on Davison and their surroundings stoically
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...
The opening guitar riff to "Blame it on the Boom Boom" by Black Stone Cherry starts to play. The riff repeats itself once more. A British flag appears on the screen, waving with a gray filter and the lyrics kick in.
The familiar face of Ben Jordan appears on the screen. The fans instantly burst in to cheers as a smiling Ben Jordan appears at the top of the ramp, dressed in a white shorts with matching knee pads and boots. Ben looks around the crowd, his trademark smile on his face. He turns his head to the left, winking at the crowd before slowly walking down the ramp. He moves to the left, running his hand along the fans, high fiving as many as possible, before moving to the right and doing the same. Ben stops in front of a fan with a phone and moves next to them, allowing them to take a selfie with the smiling Englishman
Justin: Making his way down the aisle! From London, England, Ben Jordan!
He stands outside the ring, looking up at the ring, before moving to the steps and jumping up them. He ducks down and in to the ring through the middle and top rope and spins into the corner, climbing on the top rope and raising his hands. He quickly jumps down and moves towards the center of the ring, looking at his opponent.
DING DING DING!
Davison and Jordan lock up in the middle of the ring the taller Jordan gets the upperhand in this and pushes Davison into the corner but at the referees request they break cleanly at least Jordan does and as he steps back Davison kicks him in the gut and follows it up with a few quick kicks to the side of the knee and leg of Jordan. When he goes for another kick Jordan grabs the leg of Davison and takes him down to the mat with a dragon screw. As they both get to their feet Jordan grabs a hold of Davison and with a snap suplex sends him crashing to the mat again. Jordan goes for a quick pinfall but before referee Drew Patton could even get into position Davison has kicked out.
Simone: Beautiful dragon screw followed by a snap suplex but it will take more than that to win.
Adams: Both men are back on their feet pretty quick still come on Jordan!! Uhm hi Champ.. Go Saviors!!
Mac Bane raised an eyebrow towards Jason Adams after he quickly changed his tone. He turned back towards the ring watching with great interest as Jordan went to set up another suplex but this time Davison managed to counter it. Hooking his leg behind Jordan's. Delivering a suplex of his own send Jordan crashing near the corner. He gets up and leans on the corner heavily dazed for a moment before Davison follows him in and starts hitting a combination of body shots and kicks on Jordan as the crowd roars it's displeasure at this. The referee goes for the count to get Jordan out of the corner..
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Just as the referee wants to call for the five Davison lets up his attack and the referee starts arguing with him.
Simone: Davison is ignoring the referee going right back to Jordan!
Adams: Jordan hit that lariat outta nowhere!!!
Jordan had come storming out of the corner hitting the distracted Davison with a thunderous lariat before collapsing to his knees shaking off the barrage he had just endured in the corner of the ring. As Davison gets to his feet he meets him halfway and picks him up and slams him down on the mat with a hard spinebuster. Noticing that the move had dazed Davison momentarily Jordan immediately grabs his leg and goes for the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Davison's shoulder shoots up from the mat.
Simone: Devastating move that spinebuster by Jordan and with Davison's history of back injuries it is very effective.
Adams: Close but not enough though.. Yay Saviors!!!!
Simone: Stop sucking up to Mac Bane.. The Champ is not even paying attention to you anymore.
Jordan gets to his feet going to pick up Davison who immediately kicks him in the knees sending Jordan crashing into the mat and goes to sit on his back hammering down elbow shots and forearm shots to the back of his neck and head. He gets to his feet dragging Jordan with him before he sets him up and goes to hit him with the Jaw dropper. He hits the move and Jordan crashes face first into the mat. Davison goes for the pinfall
ONE!
TWO!
TH.. KICKOUT!
The referee signals for the two..Crowd: TWOOOOOOOO
Simone: Perfect Jawdropper but not enough to get the win.
Adams: Jordan is going to feel that one for sure. Ouch!
Davison argues that it was a slow count for a moment which was all that Jordan needed to recover enough to get to his feet. as Davison goes towards him Jordan hits a high backdrop on him sending Davison crashing to the mat again. He arches dramatically as he holds his back from the blow and Jordan grabs him again going for the triple rolling german suplexes the crowd counting with each one he lands.
Crowd: One.. Two., Three!!!
They cheer loudly as the third one lands. Jordan quickly goes for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Crowd: TWOOOOOO!!!
Simone: Even with all that offense to the back of Davison he still manages to kick out!
Adams: Look at our Champ watching proudly!
Simone: Mac has not changed his glance since the bell rang ? What the hell are you talking about!
Jordan drags Davison to his feet who seems to be out of it slightly and as he goes to hit him with a short arm lariat Davison kicks him in the gut and goes for the Kenadian Destroyer. The flipping tiger driver sends Jordan crashing to the mat but Davison is slow in recovering himself and when he crawls over to Jordan for the pinfall the referee immediately notices that Jordan's foot is on the ropes. Davison grabs the leg and pulls him in tight for the pinfall but Jordan reverses the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Crowd: TWOOOOO!!!
Davison kicks out strongly and both men scramble to get to their feet. Davison charges in at Jordan but is send through the ropes to the outside. Jordan looks and jumps a little in the ring before taking off in a sprint bouncing from the ropes charging across the ring hitting a suicide dive on Davison outside. The crowd cheers for the daring move.. Jordan basks in their praise before grabbing Davison and rolling him back into the ring. As he goes for the pinfall this time however Davison locks in a small package on Jordan. The ref jumps in for the pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
TH... KICKOUT!
Crowd: TWOOOOO!!!
Jordan barely manages to kick out on time.
Simone: Davison almost got the win there with a small package.
Adams: Hey now! Many a match have been won on a perfectly executed small package!
Both men get back to their feet and it was getting a bit slower for Davison this time around. Jordan kicks Davison in the gut setting him up for the powerbomb but Davison realises what is about to happen and yanks the legs from underneath Jordan flipping over into a modified pinning position but before the referee could get into position Jordan has rolled out of the position and turned the tables on Davison getting him into the Crossing Jordan submission hold. Davison is in clear agony but manages to wiggle and drag them both close enough to the ropes that he can put his foot on the bottom rope. Forcing Jordan to break the hold.
Simone: Strong back and forth action from both men in this match but that hold had to have done a number on Davison's back. Most of Jordan's attack had been focused on his back.
Adams: I am loving this match! Come on Jordan put him away now..... Oh Hey Champ!!
The glare coming from Mac Bane shuts Jason up right quick. Mac is shown by the camera's to walk closer to the announcers and take his eyes away from the action. Inside the ring Jordan takes advantage of the distracted champion to grab Davison and put him in the powerbomb position again. "That hadta hurt" the powerbomb smashes Davison into the mat and Jordan immediately goes for the cover..
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Mac's attention shoots to the ring and a nasty grimace comes over his face as the referee raises Ben Jordan's hand into the air. And Mac charges the ring which the ref and Jordan notice right on time to escape the ring. And Mac glares after them as they make their way up the ramp to the back
Justin: Your winner.... The Cockney King!!!! BEN JORDAN!!!!!
Simone: Mac was wanting to rip his head off!!
Adams: Davison's back must be in agony from that move. Someone needs to check on our savior!!
Keira is seen walking down the hallway. She had some things on her mind after her talk with Cassie about Krystal. She turns the corner and sees Jessie Salco's locker room door being open. She sees Jessie inside, getting ready. She knocks on the door, getting Jessie's attention and says
Keira: Hey, sorry to bother you. I know you're getting ready. But we need to talk. It's about Krystal.
Jessie had literally just put on her Eye of Purgatory "The Lighthouse" shirt as Keira entered, she looked annoyed for a second.
Jessie: I could've sworn I had left the door closed, luckily you had caught me after I got my top on!
Jessie sighs before she turns to the blonde bombshell.
Jessie: Gee, I wonder what this could be about? Couldn't possibly be about the chat you had with Cassie or that interview Krystal did.
Jessie responds sarcastically before motioning with her head to a monitor behind her which is playing the show.
Jessie: I don't just sit around and listen to metal when I'm not wrestling Keira, I do watch the show as well!
Keira sighs a bit. She then says
Keira: I'm sorry. I guess I got a lot on my mind, I forgot.
Keira looks at Jessie as she says
Keira: I'm just worried. I'm afraid Krystal might be going down that path you did a long time ago. I don't mean it as an insult either. Cause you know it took us a long time to rebuild our bridge, especially after...you know.
Keira hints at the Sin Incident that bonded Keira and Jessie. She says
Keira: I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place with this one. I know what I have to do. BUT, I'm afraid if I do. You'll be mad at me and all of our hard work we did would be destroyed. I don't want to lose my best buddy.
Jessie sighs before she walks up to Keira with her arms crossed.
Jessie: Be honest Keira, does Krystal remind you of us when we were making our SCW debuts? Obviously I was a few years younger at twenty two when I debuted but still.
Keira: She does. I remember that too well. We were both wanting to make a name for ourselves. We did, but it came at so many costs. Costs that we both went too far with.
Keira sighs over that
Keira: I don't want Krystal going down that same path. She's worked too hard to get to where she is. Inside and outside of this business. It took me having a family to see things a lot differently. You, it took us putting aside our hatred to get rid of a common foe that was my fault to begin with.
Keira softly grabs Jessie's hand and lifts it, saying
Keira: Jessie, you're my best buddy. We've bonded in a way that no one else has. A bond that can't be broken.
Keira looks at Jessie
Keira: That's why I came to you. For advice. What should I do? I don't want you mad at me.
Jessie: If only it was that easy, but Krystal's a unique case.
Jessie comments with a frown.
Jessie: Let's use a fellow Go Gym graduate Adrienne for example, you could argue that she stepped in it big time when she got the bright idea to challenge Amber back in December but since her debut, she hasn't had the best luck, if she was going down the path Krystal was we could at least tell her that she'll bounce back eventually but Krystal?
Jessie shakes her head.
Jessie: She went from "Aussie Go Gym Graduate with a losing streak a mile long" to "Aussie Go Gym Graduate who won the Roulette Title and broke two of Sam's records in the space of a Cycle", she is right in saying that this stuff doesn't come along everyday, she won her yearly awards fair and square and you can't deny that.
Jessie adds before shaking her head again.
Jessie: I'm not a psychiatrist, i'm not pretending to be one either but based on my experience it's gotta be a combination of Matthew and Marty getting in Krystal's head and her success getting to her as we speak, throw in the pressure of having two hall of famers and Diamond eyeing up her title? She's going to crack if we don't step in.
Jessie adds as she lets out a deep breath.
Jessie: And Matthew and Marty won't help in that department either!
Keira takes another deep breath. Jessie was right. She then says
Keira: You're right. We have to step in. I'm just more afraid that talking may not solve it. If it has to come down to it. I pray it doesn't. If it comes down to it. Are you ok if I...knock some sense into her? I won't injure her. Don't worry, she's too good of a friend. But I don't want to hold back like I did with her at inception. That's one of the reasons I didn't want you mad at me if I have to do that
Jessie: Krystal's had a rookie year that most rookies can only dream off but she was bound to start slipping up eventually, of course it could be argued that that started when she offered to interfere in a Tempest match to get a match against Bella.
Jessie says before shaking her head.
Jessie: There's part of me that wants her to hit that three hundred day mark towards the end of the cycle, I don't think I need to point out how massive that would be for her, but that leads to another problem, if she hits that milestone what lies will Matthew and Marty start feeding her?
Keira: It's two sides to a coin. Yin and Yang, like Roxi always told me. But you're right. I want her to as well, but if those two feed more into her. She'll...she will be like...
Keira's eyes light up in anger, but also in intense fear. She says one word that Jessie knows well and Keira hates the most
Keira: .... Sin
Jessie: Look, I haven't brought this up on SCW TV yet , but back when I first met Cass, well, there were some things that set off some red flags for me.
Jessie comments as she glances to the side.
Jessie: I won't go into detail on camera but it looked like Cass's naivete was being exploited by Matthew and Marty, almost like they wanted to use Cass to keep her cousin in line.
Jessie comments as she shakes her head.
Jessie: I don't have any proof but me and Krystal started helping Cass out with her training to get her away from the PTA Gym, if we can find proof that they see Cass as nothing more than a tool to use against Krystal then maybe that will get Krystal to fire them.
Keira begins to think of an idea. She remembers some tweets Cassie sent to her and snaps her fingers. She says
Keira: I got an idea. Might be a long run, but it's worth a shot. I want Cassie to train with me and Roxi. You two are doing well on that. But I remember the tweets she sent to me about wanting to train with promos and stuff. It may work. If it does, then it may have an effect!
Jessie: You realize that Cass will have a fangirl moment if you offer that to her?
Jessie chuckles before nodding.
Jessie: Go ahead and offer that too her, but you might want to give her at least twenty minutes to stop geeking out first!
Keira nods
Keira: Good, cause if this works
Keira leans in and whispers to Jessie in detail of the plan. She backs away and smirks
Keira: Trust me.
Jessie: Don't I always?
Jessie nods before Keira walks off as the scene fades.
We cut away from the action. We see Amanda Hugginkiss sitting in a chair, Alicia Lukas sitting in front of her in her own chair. A small graphic at the bottom reads "Earlier today"
Amanda Hugginkiss: Alicia, thank you for joining us here.
Alicia doesn't verbally respond, instead just giving a small nod..
Amanda Hugginkiss: A few weeks ago, you and Candy faced off one on one. During that match Candy went to hit part of her finishing move using the gli-
Alicia inhales sharply and shakes hier head putting her hand up, Amanda straight away pauses and Alicia sits forward..
Alicia Lukas: Her finisher right? The glitter bomb? Tell me. If a wrestler throws powder, or salt, or spit, or beer or acid in anothers eyes...and the referee can see it...what happens?
Amanda Hugginkiss: Well they get disqualified
Alicia Lukas: Why?
Amanda Hugginkiss: Well because it's cheating
Alicia Lukas: Exactly. Throwing anything or in her case blowing anything in peoples eyes is against the rules and would get most people disqualified and booed. Yet somehow, Candy gets cheered and loved by these mindless fans.
Amanda Hugginkiss: So, why are we here instead of doing this in front of those fans?
Alicia Lukas: Because those fans and Candy do not deserve to see me face to face and live. I proved my point in the ring with Candy, I took her down a peg and I did it because I am trying to preserve the rights of women who take the business seriously. Candy doesn't. She runs down to the ring with her stupid little dog, when she was given the reins to the company she booked dumb matches that made a ockery of SCW. It's bad enough that I get interviewed by people like you...
Amanda Hugginkiss: Me?..what do you mean?
Alicia Lukas: What do I mean? Really? Amanda Hugginkiss? Rocky Mountains? Pussy Willow?. Come on. Justin Decent? This place had been a parody of bad humor for years while people like myself and Amber Ryan lend legitimacy to the in ring work. But Candy?...Candy is someone who fits in to this whole aethetic. And I need to destroy her...and the thing is Amanda...if I was allowed to...if I wouldn't get fired...I'd make an example out of you...
Amanda goes to say something but doesn't Alicia stands up and shakes her head kicking the chair back as we cut to ringside.
As Bill Barnhart's Blast From the Past match is soon to start the giant TRON screen comes to life and we see an extreme close-up of Bill Barnhart on the screen. He has a huge grin on his face and he is stroking his goatee. The crowd erupts in a mixed reaction at the sight of Bill on the screen but then soon quiet down when the camera pulls back and they see both Bill and Bea Barnhart standing in the hallway outside of their dressing room.
Bill: Bea I wish to commend you on your win over Kaiju Rainbow. Your training with me, and going over videos of her performances in the ring, and learning how to anticipate what your opponent is going to do so you can counter it before it happens, worked well.
Bea: Thanks but we should use this air time to talk about your Blast From The Past Tournament match against Mark Cross and Kat Jones.
Bill: Nice to have you in our corner as my Manager during our match. Never sure what opponents in these Tournament matches will attempt to do to get a cheap win so knowing you're in the corner keeping an eye on things, and informing the Referee of illegal activity by our opponents, is comforting.
Bea: You shouldn't have to worry about Kat or Mark doing something stupid and risk a Disqualification in an important match like this.
Bill: That and the fact that with Masque as my partner we make an amazing, powerful, and destructive, tag team.
Bill hugs Bea and the two kiss then Bill returns to focus into the camera.
Bill: Everyone keep your eyes on me and Masque. We're the team to beat in the Blast From The Past Tournament regardless of what the other teams still in contention think. Ready for our entrance for our match Bea?
Bea: I'm always ready.
As the two turn to walk down the hallway the giant TRON screen goes dark.
Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a first round match in the Blast From The Past Tournament!!!!
Raise Your Glass by Pink hits the speakers and we see Bill Barnhart walk out from the backstage area holding a pink glass chalice in his hand. He is followed by his wife and Manager, Bea Barnhart, who is leading their English Bulldog Iris by a pink leash attached to her pink diamond-studded collar. When the song comes to the lyrics RAISE YOUR GLASS Bill Barnhart raises the chalice into the air. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to Barnhart. The three make their way to the ring where Bill hands the chalice to Bea so she can keep watch on it until the match is over. Bill enters the ring then walks around the ring playing the crowd before settling into a corner.
Justin: Currently in the ring!! Standing in at 6'4 and weighing in at 240 pounds!! Hailing from Lawrenceville, Georgia!! He is accompanied to the ring by his wife Bea!! The current SCW Roulette champion!! Bill Barnhart!!!
The arena is plunged into darkness. A single spotlight illuminates the entranceway, as the choral refrain asks, "Will the Circle be Unbroken?" Stepping into the brightness, Masque drops to her knees and with a head tipped upwards, stares into the rafters - arms held outwards. After a few seconds she brings her gloved palms together in an apparent moment of prayer.
Climbing back to her feet, Masque interlocks her fingers and makes her languid way down the ramp, hands pressed together against her chest. Periodically, she stops in front of a gesticulating, whooping member of the audience and offers them her hand. Some shrink back, others grasp it with theirs. All quieten as she turns her eyes on them.
Pausing at the ring steps, she drops to one knee and touches a hand from her heart onto the metalwork, running fingers against scuffed steel. Once she climbs onto the apron Masque raises a long leg up, hovers it just above the top rope and rolls through; using momentum to spin her entire body over and inside in a single fluid twirl. She lands sitting on the mat, hands clasped together again and looking up at the lights.
Justin: And his tag team partner!! Standing in at 6'0 and weighing 129 pounds!! Hailing from parts unknown!! Masque!!!!
"Release me"
The two words from the Public Address system in the arena cause the fans in attendance, already on their feet, to react with disdain and unappreciative shouts. Kat Jones,, badass Cincinnati native of ill repute methodically makes her way to the top of the ramp from the gorilla position. Her black shorts and knee high boots are more characterizing of her facial expression and attitude toward the scathing crowd, than her highly decorative top full of self expression.
Kat walks toward the ring, methodically and without much concern at all, regarding the insults and jeers thrown in her direction.
Justin: "Making her way to the ring, hailing from Cincinnati, Ohio, standing five feet, eight inches tall and weighing in at one hundred twenty eight pounds, she is the "WildKat"... KAT JJOONNEESS!!!"
Standing before the ring apron, Kat removes her black leather jacket, whips it behind her, releasing it and allowing it to sail toward the ramp, ultimately letting out a bloodcurdling scream, before she enters the ring and awaits her tag team partner's arrival.
Justin: And her partner...., from Canterbury, England, standing at 6'1" and weighing in at 225lb, he is... Mark "The Dragon" Crrrrrrrrrosssssss!!!
The arena lights dim as the bassline to "Blood" begins to rumble around the arena. As the guitar riff hits, so does the lights, revealing Mark "The Dragon" Cross standing, one fist aloft, at the top of the aisle. Receiving recognition from the crowd, he strides purposefully to ringside, taking a moment to survey the scene as he reaches the apron.
DING DING DING!
The bell has rang as Dawn Barnes signals both Bombshells that the match has begun, Kat and Masque stare each at each other as Masque gets to the middle of the ring and eyes down the smaller Kat. The masked wrestler cocks her head to the side before pushing Kat, causing her to take a few steps back. She nods her head before retaliating with a slap across the masked face of her opponent. Masque grabs her chin with her good hand, shakes it a bit before charging in on Kat. Who capitalizes upon the momentarily distraction of Masque and drops her with a drop toe hold. She immediately locks Masque in a single Leg Boston Crab and sits down deep in an attempt to get a submission over her larger opponent. Dawn immediately checks in on Masque, to see whether she is willing to give in to the submission hold but she is too close to the ropes as she grabs the bottom rope. This causes Dawn to force Kat to let go off the hold, which she doesn't as Dawn starts to use the five count on her to break it or get disqualified
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Kat was counting along before letting go off the hold and turns around. She immediately grabs the left leg that she had locked in and sets it up for another move, but Masque manages to get her other leg up and pushes Kat off of her before quickly getting to her feet. She spins around and hits Kat with a forearm smash to the face as that causes Kat to drop hard on the canvas. Masque immediately goes for the cover
ONE!
But Kat manages to kick out at the count of one, Masque follows it up with series of palm strikes across the face of Kat before locking her in a double handed choke as now she is listening to the five count of Dawn Barnes
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Masque lets go and immediately follows it up with forearm smashes to the face of Kat, who is trying to cover up her face as good as possible but Masque is still able to penetrate some of her blows through the defence. She quickloy grabs one of the arms of Kat and places her knee into the shoulder blade of the arm while pulling back on it in a painful way as now Dawn is checking on Kat if she is capable to continue the match.
Adams: Both women are trying to upstage each other!!
Masque grabs the hand and starts to pull back on it, causing the wrist of Kat to bend backwards in a fashion that a hand shouldn't bend.
Simone: Will Kat be able to get out of this predicament??
Kat is extending her free arm towards the ropes in the hope of grabbing it and freeing herself from the hold but is unable to do so. She manages to rotate her body in a position that she is no longer locked agains the knee and is capable to get to her feet and pushes Masque into the ropes. There she sets her up for an Irish Whip, only to have Masque reverse it and sends Kat into the ropes. There she ducks a Masque clothesline before stopping in her tracks, turns around and hits a spinning heel kick to her larger opponent. This causes her to stagger into the ropes as Kat follows it up with a running lariat that sends Masque over the top rope and onto the outside. Kat follows her to the outside as she delivers chops to the chest with her other hand, grabbing Masque by the head and sets her up for a Bulldog to the outside of the ring. But Masque manages to push Kat off of her and sends her into a steel ring post.
Simone: I don't care who you are, that is a game changer!!!
Kat slowly turns around, resting against the steel ring post as Masque charges in on her and sets her up for a jumping kick against the steel ring post only to have Kat move aside at the final moment, causing Masque to hit the steel ring post and drops to the floor.
Adams: This is a break that I am sure Kat needed!!
Kat immediately grabs the arm of Masque and pulls her up to her feet before rolling her back into the ring, there she rolls after her and immediately covers Masque after pushing her on her back
ONE!
TWO!
THRE..
Masque manages to get a shoulder up in time. Kat can't believe it as she stares at Mark Cross, who has his hand extended to possibly tag himself in. Only to have Kat tell him no, believing that she has got this in the bag. She grabs Masque by the leg and sets her up for a standing leg lock, twisting on the foot as that causes Masque to scream in agony but she refuses to give in to the pain as Dawn checks in on her. Kat places the leg down on the canvas and drives series of knees into the injured body part before setting her up for a figure four leglock in an attempt to get a submission victory over her opponent.
Simone: If she manages to get this hold locked in, then we have a possible winner for this opening round!!!
She finally manages to get the hold locked in and sits in deep, causing Masque to scream in pain while wielding her arms from left to right in a desperate attempt to reach for the ropes. We see Bill on the outside of the ring trying to cheer Masque on to tag him in as he is reaching out between the top and middle rope with an arm. Masque is unable to either reach the ropes or her tag team partner when she bites on her teeth and places her hands on the canvas before sitting up. The agonizing pain can be seen through her eyes that are shown inside her mask and the grimace on her lips as she pushes her body off the canvas before trying to push herself in a position where she manages to roll Kat over on her stomach and turning the move into a variation of the Scorpion Deathlock.
Adams: She did it!! unbelievable!!!
Now this move also grants Bill to tag himself in, forcing Dawn to break the hold and assist Masque to the outside of the ring as she hobbles on one leg towards the ropes. Both men charge in on each other as Bill gets the first blow in with a big time lariat, dropping the former world champion before getting up again. Bill goes for another lariat, but this time Mark ducks it and hits a kick to the face of the current Roulette champion. This causes him to stagger backwards into the ropes as Mark Cross charges in on him with a clothesline that sends Bill over the top rope to the outside. Mark immediately gets to the outside, grabs Bill by the head and sets him up for an Atomic Drop, following it up with a clothesline that drops Bill on the concrete. Mark stands there for a moment, staring at Bill before turning his attention to the fans and smiles before grabbing Bill's arm and pulls him up to his feet. There he pushes him against the ring apron and delivers a few shoulder tackles into the midsection before rolling him back in the ring. There he rolls himself into the ring, but Bill managed to stop him with an elbow drop on the back of Mark's neck. Bill quickly gets to his feet, starting to stomp away at the back of Mark's neck as he refuses to stop at the warnings of Dawn, who starts to use a five count on him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Bill stops and smiles, telling Dawn that he can't be disqualified before dropping a knee across the back of Mark Cross his neck and rolls him over on his back for a cover while pushing his forearm against the face of his opponent
ONE!
TWO!
Mark manages to kick out as Bill grabs him by the hair, he pulls him up to his feet before giving him a head butt that staggers Mark into the corner. Bill grabs him by the wrist and whips him into the corner on the opposite side. There he measures him for a Splash into the corner, but Mark manages to step away at the final moment, causing Bill to hit the turnbuckles sternum first. This causes him to stagger backwards while Mark Cross had gotten on the outside of the ring, measuring Bill before jumping on the top rope and hits a Springboard Bulldog Headlock in the middle of the ring before going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
Now it's the time for Bill to show how resilient he is by kicking out at the pin attempt, Mark wraps his arm around the chin of Bill and locks him in a reverse chinlock in the middle of the ring, trying to cut off the oxygen to the brain of the current Roulette champion. But the thick neck of Bill causes a problem for Mark to sink it in deep enough as the Bulldog slowly gets to his feet and elbows himself out of the predicament. Bill sets himself up for a Belly to Belly Suplex, only to have Mark block it with a few headbutts that staggers both men
Simone: I think that was a desperation move from Mark Cross!!
Adams: Yes Belinda, but I am pretty sure that Bill's head is tougher than that of Mark!!
Mark shakes his head, having trouble to see straight as Bill charges in on him with a running avalanche. But Mark catches him by surprise and hits a Belly to Belly suplex before going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THR...
Bill gets a shoulder up on time before Dawn could manage to count to three. Mark gets to his feet, measuring the current Roulette champion who gets up to his feet and staggers around before turning towards Mark. Mark kicks him in the midsection before lifting him up on his feet
Simone: Go 2 Sleep coming up!!!
Mark hits the move, kicking Bill in the face before going for the cover
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winners of the match by pinfall!! The team of Kat C Jones and Mark Cross!!!!
Mark's music hits as Dawn lifts his arm up in the air for victory before doing the same with Kat. The two congratulate each other before heading to the back as medics check in on both the Roulette champion and his tag team partner.
Simone: This was one amazing match between these four great competitors.
We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see able to see Pussy Willow. She smiles as she looks at the camera with a wide grin on her face.
Pussy Willow: Hello everybody. Hasn't tonight been amazing?! Standing with me is no stranger to the camera. Making her return to SCW television... Crystal Zdunich!
We can hear the crowd cheering loudly in the background as they roar with welcome back chants. She smirks taking it all in. Tonight she is clad in a yellow Bruce Lee track suit. She smirks as she is holding a long whip that has roses on it. She smirks as she has something else in her other hand. It's a checklist that reads Crystal's Check List. There seems to be a lot of names written on the list and she smiles as she begins to speak.
Crystal: Thank you so much for the warm welcome. It has definitely been a long journey to recovery. To be honest Covid really took its toll on me. I dealt with some respiratory problems and I am happy that both owners made the call to keep me off the previous shows. It honestly was hard to be away from my beautiful wife and life partner. It was hard to be away from my children, and I felt so down in my heart that I couldn't be there for my fans. However let me just promote that the only thing that did save me was the fact that I did get my shot. It diminished the effects of me having Covid. The only place where I did get wrong is I wasn't boosted so if all of you can please go out there and get your shots. Go protect yourself and your loved ones. This is not a joke and all of you should do what's best for everyone around you.
Pussy Willow: I couldn't agree more. Now tonight we already saw your son in the ring and...
Crystal smiles warmly.
Crystal: I know and you also saw my former husband in the ring as well. I don't really like the way they treated the fans but they made a point that they wish to accomplish certain things. Now I am no different but I have my own agenda. As I was out on the Covid leave I started watching people in this company talking down to me. They had my name in their mouth and I also watched Kill Bill shortly afterwards. For those who have not seen the movie and here is the spoiler alert but they put "The Bride" in the hospital, they tried to kill her but it didn't kill her. It left her standing. So she gets out of the hospital and she has this vendetta where she makes a list trying to get all of those back who wronged her., and at the end of the list is Bill...
Crystal smirks as she looks at Pussy.
Crystal: Now I have a list of five women who have wronged me, and at the very end of this list of course is Amber Ryan. She is the ultimate goal and that's not secret. She took something away from me that I will get back and if she doesn't have it by then by I will take pride back by beating her. However The Bride started off with a huge threat when she went to Japan to take on Lucy Liu and for me I have somebody powerful at the very start of my list.
Pussy Willow: And who is that?!
Crystal nods her head showing her paper to the camera and it says MIKAH in huge letters.
Crystal: Mikah is the first one on my list and she is the only one I want to face right now. Every single fucking week she has to go on Twitter and say how she is Mark's favorite which doesn't bother me. However what bothers me is when she constantly tells everyone how I am a psycho, how I am a nutcase, and my name just constantly comes out her mouth over and over again. There is only so much of that bullying that I am going to take.
Pussy Willow: So what are you saying?!
Crystal: What I am saying is that if my son wants to fight Kris Ryans I wouldn't mind stepping into the ring with Mikah to finally end all of that nonsense.
Pussy Willow: But she is in the tournament and...
Crystal: I know she is in the tournament and I don't mind waiting to get that match with her but either way my son and I will take those Mixed Tag Team Championships. She wants to know what the problem was with Kris' statement. It's the fact that we were next and had I not gotten sick we would have been fighting for the titles. However things will now be made right. I will be in the ring and I am excited for the chance. So best of luck Mikah because as soon as you falter you will have a date with the Burning Rose and I will scratch you off the list.
With that Crystal smirks holding her check list and we go to elsewhere.
Climax Control cuts backstage to SCW Bombshells Internet Champion Andrea Hernandez. She is holding her title over her shoulder and after what had taken place with Seleana Zdunich earlier in the night, she is not very happy at all. There is some anger on her face as she begins to express her thoughts.
Andrea: Oh that's REAL classy, SELEANA! You've never been the kind of person that knows how to accept the cold, hard truth when it comes to you. The fact of the matter is, I always thought that you had become the number one contender to the SCW Bombshells Internet Championship and you proved me absolutely RIGHT tonight. Just like Jessie Salco before you, you had the opportunity to prove that it wasn't a fluke and that you just MIGHT be a viable contender for my championship and just like Jessie, you threw it all away. You fucked it up! You wasted your momentum. You better get it back real quick CINDERELLA, because all you are showing the world is that your best days have really passed you by. You've got a few weeks to get your shit together, but so far, you are proving that you'll never be good enough to beat me! Don't blame ME for your insecurities. Don't blame ME for your inadequacies. Hey, maybe if you don't want to be called a failure of a parent you can... you know... QUIT BEING ONE? So you slap me two weeks in a row like the little sissy bitch that you are. Is that how this is going to be? You don't win championships in bitch slap contests, Seleana. Yeah, you can say that I'm living on the edge... but considering what I've accomplished in the last 15 months and considering what you've FAILED to accomplish in the same time frame, I think it's worth the risk!
After all, you are NO SAM MARLOWE, BITCH!
You don't get to come out of nowhere and have a shock victory over a champion! In fact, if you want to dispute the fact that you're no Sam Marlowe... if you REALLY want to hop on that narrative of 'anyone, anytime, any given Sunday' and be INSPIRED by the BULLSHIT that she pulled last week, by all means. No inspiration will be good enough for you to take this title from me. But sure, we can debate over whether or not you are capable of pulling the "Sam Marlowe" from last week. You know what we're NOT debating because there is NO debate?
I'm no Krystal Wolfe!
I DOMINATE! I actually WIN against worthwhile competition. I don't defend against cupcakes like she has. Unlike HER, who loses to the likes of Sam Marlowe and Kate Steele, unlike her who has had a 50/50 record since I ended her inflated ass win streak, I AM A DOMINANT CHAMPION! I might be the shortest reigning champion in the Bombshells division, but I am damn sure NOT the weakest. In fact, that title shot you won should've been for HER title and not mine because at the very least, that's you could beat HER... oh wait, never mind, you choked twice against HER...
You can't even beat that egomaniacal, self-absorbed piece of shit, so how the hell are you going to beat me?
Simple! You can't! You won't! You know that and that's why you're taking out your insecurities on me because you can't stand the fact that you slid down the ladder in SCW faster and harder than you'd slide down that stripper pole, BITCH!
I'm done playing these games with you. It's only a matter of time before you once again prove that you can't hang with me. You want to smack me around? Fine! You're just digging your own grave that your dignity is destined to be buried in. When the time comes and when I get you in that ring, you are once again going to prove yourself as completely inadequate against me. What a damn shame, Seleana, that you happen to be one of the saddest, misuses of potential in this company. What a shame that you've got more wives than championships in the last 15 months. What a fucking disgrace! But that's okay... because this Cinderella is already accelerating straight towards midnight after your big CHOKE against Johanna which brought SHAME to this championship and gave me Keira Fisher flashbacks when she choked against Alicia a few months back.
Well, you better start writing that last will Seleana, because soon?
Midnight hits...
I'm Andrea Hernandez, YOUR SCW Bombshelzls Internet Champion, your FOUR TERM President of the Internet... and I approve this message!
Andrea flips the bird toward the camera and lets out a disgusted scoff, further showing how she feels about her next challenger as she leaves the scene. Boos are definitely heard as the scene cuts out.
The scene opens backstage at Climax Control where we see one of the two competitors in tonight's Main Event Jessie Salco standing by ready to be interviewed by Ms. Rocky Mountains.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Jessie, tonight is your second match of the year and it's a Rock N Roll Death Match against Diamond Steele, what are your thoughts?
Jessie: They really expect me to stop in the middle of beating the shit out of Diamond to dance?! The last time I did a proper dance was at my wedding, in 2015!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: And how did that go?
Jessie: I kept apologizing to Shane throughout the first dance because I kept stepping on my new husband's feet!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: So, you don't fancy your chances in the dance offs?
Jessie: No shit sherlock! Luckily there's nothing much to the dance breaks aside from Christian laughing his ass off at two of his most experienced bombshells dancing in the middle of a death match! That said, tonight's Main Event will be the death of one thing and that's Diamond's aspirations for Krystal's title!
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Speaking off Krystal, will you try to stake your claim on her title if you win tonight?
Jessie shakes her head.
Jessie: Between Keira, Diamond and now Sam eyeing up her title, Krystal has enough on her plate as it is! I won't say no to a match against her but I'm focussing my attention elsewhere for now!
Jessie walks off as the scene fades.
Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is the ROCK AND ROLL DEATHMATCH!
There are cheers as "Limelight" by Rush begins and Roxi Johnson hits the stage along with Chelsea Skye, Chelsea's bassist Julian hit the stage, followed by the music changing to "Seperate Ways" by Journey, and then special guest Griffin Hawkins appears!
Adams: It's SCW's house band!
Simone: This should be interesting.
Griffin and company warm up, each getting a little solo in, messing around before they stand ready.
The arena cuts to black as the slow guitar intro of "Blood Lightning" by Lutharo is heard over the PA System, right as the song launches into the opening guitar solo the lights start to flash across the arena before a single spotlight shines on Jessie headbanging to the song.
Justin: From Miami, Florida, please welcome Jessie Salco!
Jessie poses at the top of the ramp just as the clean vocals of Krista is heard over the PA before she makes her way down the ramp, Jessie rolls into the ring and poses for the crowd again as the song fades.
Adams: This is Jessie Salco's forte right here.
Simone: She looks ready to go.
Diamond and the Gem Stones begins to blare all across the sound system and as it does we are able to see the likes of the Gem Stones playing on a tron. Ruby, Emerald, and Sapphire are all playing various instruments as we are able to see Diamond Steele emerging from the curtain with a microphone in her hand. She sings as loudly as she can to the sound of roaring cheers. Kate smirks as she just sings loudly which results in even more cheers. Diamond finally makes it to the ring and she quickly runs up the ring steps as she grabs the turnbuckle as hard as she can. She immediately leap frogs over the ropes and bounces about before she points at the crowd who cheers louder than before. She waves at them off as she throws the microphone to the side. She smirks as she opens up a pocket mirror and takes a moment to admire how beautiful her hair is as she waits for the match to begin.
Adams: Diamond is still looking to get a Roulette championship match, and this is one way to open some eyes to it.
Simone: But it won't be easy.
DING DING DING!
The bell sounds to start the match and Diamond and Jessie lock-up, collar and elbow and Jessie quickly shifts into a side headlock. Diamond is forced to a knee while Jessie grinds on her head. Diamond backs Jessie into the ropes, forcing Jessie loosen her grip and Diamond quickly shoots a couple of hard forearms to the ribs of Jessie. Jessie doubles over and Diamond now applies a side headlock. Jessie quickly lifts her off the ground, but Diamond shifts her weight and pulls Jessie over with the headlock. Jessie quickly counters on the mat with a headscissors, and Diamond is able to kip up and escape. Diamond smirks as Jessie, as both women get back to their feet. They go to lock up again, but...
ROCK AND ROLL BREAK!
This cues Griffin and company to begin playing. The turn isn't a rock song, but it's familiar to the crowd. "Apache" by the Sugarhill Gang"
Griffin: Tonto, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Kemosabe, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Custer, jump on it, jump on it, jump on it
Apache, jump on it, jump on it
A-hunga-hunga-hunga-hunga
Adams: Is that...
Simone: I haven't heard this song in forever.
In the ring, Jessie and Diamond look at each other, and are hesitant at first, but Diamond shrugs and begins to do the "Jump on it"! Jessie fights the urge, not wanting to do it, but eventually she starts as well.
Adams: I was hoping this never was a thing again...
Simone: Me too.
As the music cuts out, Diamond tries a sneak attack and charges for a clothesline, but Jessie ducks, and hits one of her own. Jessie dives into the cover.
ONE!
Kickout by Diamond.
Jessie is back to her feet and hits a stiff forearm and that stumbles Diamond back into the corner. Jessie rears back and unleashes a loud chop that echos as Diamond clutches at her chest. Jessie pushes her back into the corner and begins unloading with kicks, and stomps Diamond clear out of the ring. Jessie heads outside and looks underneath the ring and finds a cowbell.
Adams: Is that a cowbell? You know, I've had a fever lately.
Simone: Don't say it...
Adams: And the only prescription...
Simone: I will drop you where you sit!
Jessie takes the cowbell and stick, and puts it up to Diamond's ear and hits the cowbell, causing the reverberation in Diamond ear! Diamond stumbles around with her loss of equibrium and Jessie gets on the apron and dives at Diamond when she turns around with a cross-body off the apron!
Adams: Beautiful cross-body by Jessie!
Jessie rolls into the ring and
ROCK AND ROLL BREAK!
Chelsea begins playing this time, joined in rhythm by Griffin, leading into Roxi banging the drums, as it sounds like gunfire.
Adams: They pulled the trigger on their....
Griffin begins wailing on the solo for "Love Gun" by KISS. Jessie is in the ring, rocking out, devil horns in the air.
Griffin: LOVE GUN! LOOOOOVVVEEEE! LOVE GUN! LOOOOOVVVVVEEE GUN!
The band stops to applause as Jessie is on the ropes headbanging, giving Diamond enough time to recover and hits a back suplex on Jessie off the middle rope! Diamond makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Jessie indeed rolls the shoulder as Diamond tries to shake out the cobwebs from the cowbell. She stomps on Jessie a few times to keep her down as she exits to the apron and waits. Jessie gets back to her feet, only to meet a springboard dropkick from Diamond. Diamond stands and then makes her way to the corner and sits herself on the middle turnbuckle.
Adams: Diamond is looking to put this away early!
Diamond waits as Jessie stands up, Jessie sees this one coming however, and charges forward as Diamond jumps. Diamond flips in mid-air and lands on her feet, and turns back as Jessie is facing backwards and jumps back with a beautiful moonsault, landing on Diamond! She hooks the legs for a pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Diamond kicks out!
Jessie slaps the mat as she stands up sliding out of the ring and grabbing a table from under the ring.
Adams: And Jessie is going to start going extreme!
Jessie slides the table under the ropes, only to be met with a baseball slide which sends the table in Jessie's ribs! Jessie doubles over in pain as Diamond regains her feet and pulls the table back into the ring and sets it up in the corner, propping it up. She goes outside and hits a spinning heel kick off the apron on Jessie on the floor!
Adams: Diamond is proving she can dish it out as well as take it!
Simone: These are two very tough women.
Diamond gets up and pulls Jessie to her feet and throws her into the ring. She slides in after her and hits some stomps to keep Jessie down, followed by a couple of elbow drops. She pins again.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Jessie throws her shoulder up and Diamond stands. She grabs Jessie's legs, looking for a Boston crab, but Jessie is able to kick her away. Diamond stumbles into the corner and hits back-first. Jessie, still holding her ribs, slowly gets up. Diamond is still mostly in control and charges at Jessie, who ducks a clothesline, and then they both turn and clothesline each other!
Adams: And now both women are down!
For a few seconds, neither woman moves, until
ROCK AND ROLL BREAK!
Griffin points at Roxi, who begins a rhythmic "dundundun" which cues Griffin and the rest of the band to go into "Raining Blood" by Slayer. The music seems to being Jessie back to life as she starts pumping her fist and getting to her feet.
Adams: Jessie is feeling the music!
Simone: She's been re-energized!
Griffin: Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquittance
The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone
Jessie is up and she is moshing around the ring as the music plays. Diamond is getting to her feet and Jessie begins to dance like she's in a mosh pit, slamming into Diamond repeatedly, sending her stumbling around the ring! It seems like Jessie is everywhere at once, bumping into Diamond at every turn, until with one last big shove, Jessie sends Diamond crashing through the table!
Adams: And Diamond was just slam-danced through a table!
Simone: Jessie is a one-woman mosh pit!
The music stops as Jessie was caught up in it. She seems to not even know what happened, and then she sees Diamond in the table rubble. Jessie is confused, but then shrugs and pulls Diamond away from the table remains and covers!
ONE!
TWO!
THR- NO! KICKOUT!
Jessie is shocked Diamond kicked out, but this does not stop her from trying to think of her next move. Jessie then drags Diamond into position and point to the top rope.
Adams: And now Jessie is looking to put this thing away!
Jessie heads outside, and slowly makes her way to the top, but takes too much time and Diamond is able to crotch her on the top rope. Diamond shakes it off as Jessie groans on the turnbuckle. Diamond then springboards and hits a nice dropkick that sends Jessie all the way to the floor!
Adams: And Salco falls all the way to the floor from the top rope!
Simone: She hit hard, and she's in pain.
Diamond uses the ropes to roll outside the ring, still smarting from going through a table. She stomps Jessie on the ground before grabbing her by the hair and whipping her hard back-first into the barricade! Jessie rebounds, only to catch a running dropkick coming right at her from Diamond, which sends her back-first AGAIN into the barricade.
Adams: And now Diamond is looking to punish Jessie.
Diamond pulls Jessie up and tosses her back into the ring, and rolls in after her. She stands up and measures Jessie. Who crawls to the corner and uses it to stand, only to met but a running yazuka kick right in the face!
Adams: What a shot by Diamond Steele!
Simone: Things do not look good for Jessie Salco here.
Then...
ROCK AND ROLL BREAK!
Griffin begins some easy picking on the guitar, signaling a classic song. Roxi follows with the drums and the rest of the band begins "Eye Of Tiger" by Survivor.
Griffin: Rising up, back on the street
Did my time, took my chances
Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet
Just a man and his will to survive
So many times it happens too fast
You change your passion for glory
Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past
You must fight just to keep them alive
It's the eye of the tiger
It's the thrill of the fight
Rising up to the challenge of our rival
And the last known survivor
Stalks his prey in the night
And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger
In the ring, Diamond is shadow boxing and raising her arms like she just won a boxing match. As she is parading around the ring, Jessie is back up, and as the music dies down Jessie spins Diamond around and the two begin trading punches!
Adams: Fitting...
Jessie gets the better and back Diamond into the ropes. Jessie sends Diamond off the ropes and sticks her arm out for a clothesline, but Kate wraps around, and hooks Jessie's head, looking for DDT, but Jessie counters THAT by exploding into a release Nothern lights suplex! Jessie gets back to her feet and Diamond stumbles up into a t-bone suplex! Diamond is rattled as Jessie appears to be picking up steam! Jessie then exits the ring, and stands on the apron. Diamond slowly gets to her feet, looking dazed and glassy-eyed. Jessie springboards looking to end the match
Adams: CIRCLE PIT!
Simone: NO!
Diamond at the last moment dives out of the way and Jessie crashes and burns on the canvas. Jessie and Diamond both slowly get up, and Jessie swings for another clothesline, but Diamond ducks and hits the pele kick! Jessie is dazed and staggers back into the ropes holding the back of her head. Kate again tries a wrap-around DDT, but AGAIN Jessie counters, catching Diamond on her shoulders and hitting a Samoan drop! Both women are down again!
ROCK AND ROLL BREAK!
Griffin begins strumming a few chords, but Chelsea stops him almost right away, the rest of the group staring at him. Griffin is upset and turns to the crowd.
Griffin: No Stairway.... denied!
Adams: The forbidden riff.
The music group argues about playing the song and meanwhile, Jessie is back up first, and she has rolled out of the ring and peeks under it to grab a weapon, but she seems to be struggling with pulling it from under the ring, almost like something is stopping her.
Adams: Jessie's having some issues.
Jessie looks under the ring to see what the problem is, and then she is blasted by a fire extinguisher!
Adams: What in the world?!
From under the ring, Ruby Steele appears and she starts attacking Jessie!
Adams: It's Ruby Steele!
Simone: She must have been stopping Jessie!
Ruby is there as from the other side of the ring, Sapphire is also there distracting Jasmine!
Adams: They're all out here!
Also from the same side Ruby came from, Emerald crawls from under the ring, as Ruby holds, Jessie. Emerald charges, but Jessie ducks and Emerald hits Ruby! Jessie then throws Emerald into the post! Jessie rolls back into the ring running over and knocking Sapphire off the apron to the floor! but turns right into Diamond who flies from the middle turnbuckle.
Adams: SILENCE IS GOLDEN!
Simone: SHE NAILED IT!
Diamond reaches back and covers, hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
DING DING DING!
Adams: And Diamond Steele steals one from Jessie Salco!
Justin: HERE IS YOUR WINNER: DIAMOND STEELE!
The other Gemstones get into the ring, but Roxi and Chelsea sees this, and rush down to prevent the Gemstones from doing any further damage. The Gemstones leave and help Diamond celebrate up the entrance way as Roxi and Chelsea make sure Jessie is okay.
Adams: Diamond Steele gets the win in this Rock and Roll Deathmatch, but one has to wonder what would have happened if the Gemstones didn't get involved. What a night we have had, and we'll be back next week with more action! So for Belinda Simone, I'm Jason Adams, saying so long everybody!
THANK YOU! To Chris, Mark, The Lord MK, JJ, Gerrit, Kat, Jeremy, Annie, Andy, Masque, Matt Knox, Jazz, Shad, Mercedes, Julie, AJ, Derek, Todd, Court, Jay, Mac. Also again to Annie for the great match banners and to everyone who roleplayed!