Mercedes: Lots of people go to McDonald's. Does the fact that they outsell everyone mean that their food is better than anyone else's? Not exactly. That Crystal won the gauntlet to become number one contender is great news only because it won't matter who walks out tonight Bombshell Internet Champion between Andrea Hernandez and Masque de Lune, Crystal doesn't stand a chance. Especially, against Andrea.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Do you have any plans on challenging for the Bombshell Internet Championship? That's the only title you haven't won more than once.

Mercedes: While I'm never one to shy away from making history, I think I'm a little more valuable than the Bombshell Internet Championship.

Crew Members and Support Staff scramble to find somewhere else to be as Masque stalks the backstage area; her anger obvious in bunched fists, tensed shoulders and a stalking, predatory gait providing clear visual evidence of the palpable rage radiating from her being. Long blonde hair hangs loose and streaming with the speed of her walk. Or hunt.

She stops before every other dressing room door, checking the names scrawled in black marker pen across skewed tape. Searching for something specific.

Someone specific.

A member of staff paying too much attention to his clipboard and not enough on taking in his surroundings appears around the corner and doesn't look up until he stands face-to-mask with one of SCW's more unusual Bombshells. Instinctively the stagehand takes a step away, but Masque takes one forward and they repeat the exchange until his back presses up against a concrete wall.

Overtime sheets and Health & Safety announcements flutter and crease as they're squeezed between his backpedalling body and a noticeboard.

Masque: Where is she?

He stammers, swallowing – trying to look left and right but the blue eyes burning through him to set fire to the cork of the notice board behind his skull will not allow it.

Stagehand: ... Uh ... I'm ... Who?

She leans forward and he crashes his head against the wall behind hard. By the time autonomic reflexes lift his skull clear he finds his cheeks pressing against cold, painted porcelain. Nowhere to go.

Masque: Amber Ryan. Where is she?

Stagehand: ... Please, I'm ... We're not supposed to give out ...

Her prosthetic hand looms into view, plastic fingers writhing serpentine-like.

Suddenly, the door immediately to their left swings open and one of SCW's Talent Relations Managers, Cassiopeia Mearns, takes one step over the threshold, a leather document holder held against her chest before her head swivels right and catches two pairs of eyes staring back.

Cassie tries to lever herself back inside by using a free hand against the doorframe but inertia takes a second or two of precious time, and Masque is already across the distance. Somewhere behind, forgotten, the Stagehand stumbles away – clipboard forgotten on the floor.

The door swings shut but crashes against a plastic hand forced between it and the frame. A whipsnap crack reverberates through the hall as the wood around the lock fractures and bows. Setting the toe of her heel against the damage, Masque forces down and in with all her strength, sending the door back open hard against Cassie's temple.

The smaller woman stumbles back and falls, her folder spinning away to land nearby. The overhead lights pick out tiny flowers embossed in the leather.

Cassie struggles to see anything against the glare of the ceiling lamps overhead, her head swimming. Something wet trickles down the side of her face and when she touches a shaking finger against the wound, it feels hot and slick.

Then, a leering face picked out in red on white – its painted lips pulled back in a permanent sneer – blots out the fluorescent light and steals her whole world.

Masque drops to one knee, straddling Cassie. Plastic fingers cup the other woman's injured temple.

Masque: Were you trying to avoid me, Cassiopeia?

Cassiopeia: No ... Just ... I ...

She blinks, hesitating.

Cassiopeia: ... I didn't want to interrupt ...

Composite plastic presses against the wound, and the woman underneath gasps in pain.

Masque: Where is my Not-so-Resplendent Hurricane?

Cassie's eyes dart left and right, looking for something, anything ... But there's nothing.

Masque swirls a digit in the red mess, rubbing it between her prosthetic fingers, then presses down harder. Cassie bucks in pain, writhing.

Masque: You are disappointing me. I thought we were beyond lies.

Cassiopeia: I haven't ... Seen the room assignments. I've only just arrived ...

Masque looks up at the suitcase sat upright nearby, unopened – its long carry handle still extended up.

She leans down, holding the shorter woman's head still in a vice-like artificial grip.

Masque: Are you sure?

Cassiopeia: I swear ... I'd never lie to you ...

Bright blue eyes search for a few moments. Eventually, Masque releases her grip and rises up.

Masque: No, you would not. Come and attend me when you find out where I can find her. Do not make me wait.

Cassieopia scrambles away until her back hits the blunt edge of the wooden benches running across three sides of the dressing room. She draws her legs up, hooking her arms around her knees, breaths coming in chest-rattling shudders.

Smearing red between her plastic fingers, Masque turns on her high heels and steps back into the empty corridor.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!!

"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.

Justin: Currently in the ring!! Standing in at 5'10 and weighing in at 180 pounds!! Hailing from Detroit, Michigan!! Brayden Hilton!!

The crowd boo.

Justin: Next, 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 Brayden steps through the ropes and walks to the outside of the ring, telling the camera crew that he does not want any part of that old guy inside the ring

Simone: Typically the brash mentality from this young kid

Adams: I am sure he really gets under people's skin

Brayden turns his attention towards the fans who are calling him a coward and he should get back in the ring, Brayden is annoyed by them and does not realize that Mark Cross had slid out of the ring and gotten behind the young kid. Brayden turns around and stares right into the face of Mark Cross, immediately backing off as he is doesn't want any part of the former champion. But Mark grabs him by the arm and whips him into the ring apron with his back first before following it up with a clothesline that drops Hilton. Mark Cross grabs him by the hair and rolls him back into the ring, there he follows him into the ring where Brayden already had gotten to his feet and charged to the other side of the ring. Mark follows him up and knees him in the midsection as Brayden has come off the ropes, Mark Cross then follows it up with a cover as he hooks both legs

ONE!

TWO!

Dawn signals that it is only a two count as Brayden gets to his feet and starts to complain to Dawn that Cross grabbed him by the tights, causing Dawn to turn towards the former champion and inform whether he had done that as Cross responds no.

Simone: Good Lord, to what lows will this kid not stoop to??

Adams: I understand, but it sure helps!! Look!!

Brayden immediately takes advantage by the given distraction by Dawn as he gets behind Cross and rolls him up for a small package while holding onto the tights of Cross

Simone: HEY Dawn!! Pay attention!!

ONE!

TWO!

THR...

Suddenly Dawn looks up just before she can administer the count of three as she sees Brayden use the tights for leverage. She taps him on the shoulder as Brayden believes that he has already won, causing him to let go off Mark Cross and celebrates in the ring as Dawn follows him around the ring.

Simone: I wouldn't want to be Dawn right now to tell him that the match is still going on

She finally manages to get his attention as she tells him that she caught him, causing Brayden to react as if he is innocent and cannot believe his ears.

Adams: You got caught Brayden!!!

Cross sneaks up from behind and this time uses a small package to get back at Brayden

ONE!

TWO!

Brayden manages to kick out as Mark gets up first, he hits a clothesline that sends Brayden down. Mark then follows it up with a slam before dropping an elbow and goes for another cover

ONE!

TWO!

And again Brayden manages to kick out before rolling out of the ring, he turns towards the camera as he tells the world to see that he is sick and tired of having to face rule breakers like Mark Cross.

Simone: Oh please, we all saw that you were the one breaking the rules!!!

Brayden has enough, he turns towards the ring and tells Dawn that she needs to get Mark Cross away from the corner or else he cannot get inside the ring. This is met by a chores of boos from the fans as they want Brayden to get back in the ring. Brayden slowly walks upon the steel steps, keeping an eye upon Mark Cross while occasionally bad mouthing the fans.

Adams: just get into the ring Brayden!!

Brayden is on the ring apron, hesitantly about to step through the ropes as he places his left foot through the ropes and about to set foot inside the ring. Only to get back on the apron as he feels that Cross is coming to him too close. This annoys Cross as Dawn steps between the two and tries to get Mark Cross to the neutral corner. This irritates Cross as he sidesteps Dawn, walks to the other side of the corner where Brayden is standing and opens the ropes by sitting between the top and middle rope.

Simone: Now isn't that gallantly from Mark??

Adams: Brayden has no other choice but to step through the ropes.

Simone: I guess you were wrong Jason

Brayden is annoyed by this, jumping back upon the outside of the ring and walks around the ring before stepping upon a different steel steps before getting back in the ring as this is greeted by even more boos. Mark Cross is laughing at the futile attempts to get under his skin by the young Hilton while gesturing him to come to him. This only to infuriate Brayden even more as he charges in on Cross, but stops just moments before locking arms with him. But Cross has enough, he grabs Brayden's arm quickly, whipping him in the ropes and sets him up for a Back Body Drop. But Brayden leapfrogs over him and runs to the other side of the ring where Cross levels him with a dropkick that surprises the youngster.

Adams: Greatly timed!!!

Cross immediately grabs Brayden by the arm and stops him from getting outside of the ring, he lifts him up to his feet and ducks a clothesline as Brayden attempts to do so with his other arm. Causing Mark Cross to hit an Atomic Drop that sends Brayden to the ropes and then levels him with a clothesline before going for the cover

ONE!

TWO!

THRE...

But Brayden manages to kick out at the final moment, squirming to the outside of the ring but Cross has him by the foot and pulls him back towards him. Cross is allowing Brayden to get to his feet while still holding on to the foot, ducking as Brayden attempts to kick him in the head with his free leg. Cross immediately sets him up for a Crossface submission hold as Brayden is trying to reach for the ropes in desperation to break free from the grip that Cross has on him but is too far away from the ropes. He tries to crawl towards the ropes, but fails miserably as Cross has got him tied up tightly. He finally realizes that there's no way out of this as he quickloy taps on the canvas to force Dawn to call for the bell and awared the match to the former world champion

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match by submission!! Mark Cross!!!

Mark rolls out of the ring and raises his arm in celebration

Vinnie can be seen backstage, preparing for his match as he spots the camera

Vinnie: Now I don't have much to say about what is going on, but I just wanted to let you all know no matter what I am going to find out why in the hell Hawaii is so damn close to Greece. I mean the two countries are so similar that I just got confused!!!

The crowd chuckles at his comments as he laces his boots up tight

Vinnie: On to my opponent for tonight, you know something Jack?? I just don't like your attitude man. Now I am going to get into that ring and just try and teach you a lesson that dealing with me is one thing, but beating me?? Oh man, I just hope you are smooth in the hips, because it is time for a salsa!!!

With that Vinnie walks off

The knock is thunderous, a flat palm banging loudly on the painted wood, repeatedly, pace increasing with every wild thud until just as suddenly, the handle jerks down and Cassieopia Mearns, one of SCW's Talent Relations Managers, throws herself inside. She slips as she tries to turn in the same instant, dropping down to one knee as she forces the door shut and flicks the latch locked.

Cassie turns towards the former Bombshells' World Champion opposite, wild-eyed.

Cassiopeia: You've got to get out of here Amber ...

Bloodied hand held tight against the side of her head, she presses an ear against the door.

Cassiopeia: Please! I have to tell her. You need to leave! I can't not ...

Perplexed as she is almost amused by the sudden intrusion, momentarily caught off guard by the outburst from the otherwise soft spoken Talent Relations Manager, Amber swiftly covers the distance between where she was previously seated and where Cassie now stands with ragged breaths shuddering through her frame.

Amber Ryan: Whoa, whoa whoa... Slow down. Breathe...

Taking the smaller woman by the shoulders, the former World Bombshells' Champion hardens her expression as the words finally start to sink in.

Amber Ryan: Now, try and repeat all that without the bluster this time...

Blue-green eyes would no doubt leave a hole if they stared any harder, the shifting colours muted in the shadows not yet chased away by fluorescence. Cassie takes a few deep breaths, panicked but trying to find enough of a reprieve to be coherent whilst still maintaining the supposed urgency of her message.

For a few seconds, Cassie just looks up at Amber, fingers still clamped against the wound on the side of her head. She keeps breathing hard until, eventually, she looks away towards the door and tests the latch with her free hand. Still locked tight. Wrenching the handle down and pulling on it with what little force her frame can manage, she lets the metal go reluctantly ... But satisfied.

Cassie sucks in a deep lungful of air, makes to pull the sticky hand from her temple before thinking better of it and turns back towards the taller woman.

Cassiopeia: She's looking for you.

Inquisitively, Amber looks to the door then back to Cassie before gently starting to pry the fingers away from the wound.

Amber Ryan: 'She' is apparently the cat's mother. Wanna be a little more specific... And will you just move your hand out of the way... Bloody hell.

Anger explodes across Cassie's face, twisting everything in a furious contortion. Her hand shoots free and up into the air as if trying to draw the depth of her worry out in some undefinable volume. Blood trickles free from the disturbed cut.

Cassiopeia: Who do you fucking think I'm talking about! Am I the only normal person around here?! Fuck!

Recoiling slightly, perhaps taken aback by the sudden outburst. Amber pulls herself to full height in a sense of brief defiance at being yelled at so thoroughly and unexpectedly.

Amber Ryan: Let me break this down real quick – this is the wrestling industry... There is no fucking normal around here. You and me, we're considered the sane ones. Let that sink in for a minute. I've had people hunt me down backstage over taking the wrong goddamn croissant in catering, I've been told to drop dead cause I walked past a private conversation being screamed down a corridor. As much as I appreciate your... Vigour... 'She' means literally a third of this roster and probably three-quarters of that want my head on any given night.

A small, disarming chuckle follows before Amber leans in gently, putting on her least vitriolic expression given the circumstances and places a firm hand on Cassie's shoulder in hopes of reassurance.

Amber Ryan: So now, do me a favour... Take a deep breath... And talk to me.

Cassie only managed to hold her rage for that fraction of a second – a combination of adrenaline beginning to burn itself out through tired veins mixing with the reality check of a much more dangerous woman than her straightening up ... She sagged.

Cassiopeia: Masque ...

Her hand reached up again, dabbing at the slick mess beginning to drip down past her eye. She turned her palm over, smearing red between her shaking fingers.

Cassiopeia: I don't think I've ever seen her so angry ... I ...

She frowned.

Cassiopeia: ... I don't think I've ever seen her angry ...

Amber pauses quietly. A moment passing like a minute turning to hours between them.

Amber Ryan: ... Ah.

More silence, as Amber's hand traces from her shoulder and up the side of Cassie's neck towards the trickling blood. No stranger to gore, Amber delicately traces around the edge.

Amber Ryan: ... and she did this, I suppose.

Whatever amusement and empathy had been present before, was long gone by now. Matter of fact and straight laced, business poker-face slickened with venom that seemed to ooze from her pores and swirl in her eyes.

Amber drags a finger down to beneath Cassie's chin, forcing eye contact as she leans in.

Amber Ryan: ... Are you scared, Cassie?

Amber gently bites her lip, tongue tracing a path in its wake. Watching Cassie's smallest, involuntary twitches and spasms for anything betraying mistruth.

Cassie moves to turn her head away but the subtle pressure of Amber's finger pushing almost imperceptibly up keeps her where she is. Her eyes make to look away, but they are hopelessly caught in something – someone – more powerful. Her lips work wordlessly for a few moments until her mind overcomes the mental inertia.

Cassiopeia: ... Yes. How could I not be? I'm just me and all I do is arrange meetings, and field calls and facilitate interviews and she is ... She is ...

Her eyes do fall away, down towards the scuffed floor.

Cassiopeia: ... And you. You're ... Both of you ...

She looks up.

Cassiopeia: I'm scared of both of you.

A small cock of the head, an understanding crook of an eyebrow. Amber pulls back from Cassie instinctively, perhaps sensing that she was reacting... Becoming... More like...

Amber Ryan: What we are... Well, we're two very different things. I want you to listen to me very closely though, do as I say and I promise that I'll make this right – however I can.

It wasn't the most brazen lie Amber had ever told, however for now at least someone had to believe in something.

Amber Ryan: I have no doubt she'll find me with, or without you. Hell, I'll make it easy for her... Whatever happens, I'm going to take care of this. I'm going to take care of you... Go and get that wound checked out, get stitched up. Don't say anything more than you need to, say you fell if you have to... And leave. Don't stick around. Don't try to brush this off. Go... I'll call you after all this blows over.

Half turning away with disgust at the way the half-truths seemed to fall from her tongue, Amber rolled it through her cheek thoughtfully.

Amber Ryan: You aren't getting caught between us. You aren't just a toy to be tossed around when she gets the fucking shits on... Yeah, she can come and find me ... And I know just the place. You have to go though, that's the only way. So, will you?

Without warning, Cassie throws herself forward and wraps her arms around Amber, pressing close in a tight, constricting hug that belies the smaller woman's lighter frame. She just holds it all in for a second and when her voice finally comes it is in a struggled whisper, audible only thanks to their proximity.

Cassiopeia: ... Please be careful. You're important to me.

Amber smiles, from what little can be seen through a curtain of red. Clasping her hands around the smaller woman for just a moment before forcing the embrace steadily apart.

Amber Ryan: Don't let her see you on the way out.

A wink, as forced as the half smile it's framed by as Amber gently pushes Cassie from the embrace as though sensing the urgency without betraying her own potential concerns.

Cassie opens her mouth to reply, but her lips just hang silently for a few seconds before she nods, turns and unlatches the door. Pulling it open, glancing out into the corridor, she looks over her shoulder – again as if there's something left to say – before disappearing away and out of sight.

Justin: Our next contest is a NON-TITLE match, scheduled for one fall!

The crowd is in anticipation of the arrival of the next wrestler as the lights go out and a band of 6 Mariachi players come out to the arena all playing a guitar. They start to play Cancion del Mariachi as all of them start to sing while walking down the rampway. Halfway they stop and three walk to the left and the other three to the right as they stand face to face before Senor Vinnie walk out to the arena. He is sporting expensive sunglasses and a sweater around his neck and carrying an atomizer. He sprays some of his cologne in the air and sniffs it up as if not wanting to smell the foul air around him. He stops as we see Bea Barnhart walk out to accompany him to the ring before the two continue their strut.

Justin: Coming down the aisle accompanied by Bea Barnhart!! Standing in at 6'8 and weighing in at 280 pounds!! Hailing from Tijuana, Mexico!! Senor Vinnie!!!!

Vinnie and Bea walk to the ring as Vinnie holds the rope open for her as she steps through. He then steps through the ropes himself and hands her the cologne that he carries with him before posing a few moments before waiting for his opponent.

Simone: It has been some time since we've seen Senor Vinnie in action. An entire cycle in fact, but he is back and what a match to find himself in!

Adams: Imagine returning and finding yourself in a non-title match against Jack Washington! Sure the championship isn't on the line but facing a champion! You KNOW you've got stroke when that happens!

Justin: And his opponent...!

"Wasted" begins, and there is a brief murmuring of fans. As the song picks up, Jack Washington parts the curtain, a look of focus and minor indifference on his face.

Justin: From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! He is the Internet Champion ... Jack WASHINGTON!!!

He shows very little emotion, walking to the ring in his hooded sweatshirt, tights and boots. He hits the ring, uses the ropes the stretch, and then sits on the top turnbuckle, mentally preparing himself to wrestle.

Adams: I hear a lot of people talking about Jack there, calling him arrogant and cocky...

Simone: But one thing they can not deny when calling him anything is when you call him a winner!

Adams: I know! A two-time World Champion! Now the Internet Champion? The guy IS cocky but he's practically earned the right to be!

Jasmine St. John checks on Jack but he waves her away with a sneer. Jasmine insists on checking him and he rolls his eyes and finally "allows" it. She then goes over to check Senor Vinnie with Jack following a few steps behind, directing traffic so to speak.

Adams: Yeah I don't think Jasmine needs your input Jack!

Simone: She has done this a time or two.

Jasmine keeps turning back to order Jack back to his corner, prompting an argument between the two when he tosses the Internet title belt at Vinnie. Vinnie catches it by instinct but it leaves him open for Jack to clobber him with a cheap shot, knocking him down into the ropes!

Adams: Well the match hasn't started YET so...!

Simone: So Jack knew he couldn't be disqualified for throwing the title belt at his opponent!

Jasmine quickly calls for the bell!

DING DING DING!

Vinnie has been taken by surprise as Jack looms over him, gripping the top rope with both hands as he puts the boots to Vinnie's upper body! One hard stomp right after the other helps to ensure Vinnie is down and stays right where Jack wants him! Jasmine orders him to break away but Jack is relentless as he continues with the kicks until Jasmine counts...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

And Jack breaks before the referee can disqualify him! The moment Jasmine stops her count, Jack is right back to work, laying in first more boots but then he grabs Vinnie by the head and he begins to swing some heavy right handed fists into Vinnie's skull, one right after the other!

Adams: Jack Washington is going to town on Vinnie! The champion is on fire!

Simone: Jack may be cocky but he is not stupid! He knows full well to look past Vinnie's unique personae to see he is a dangerous threat inside of that ring!

Jack is without mercy as Jasmine counts again...!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

And again Jack breaks, but this time he gets right in Jasmine's face, arguing with her while sticking a forefinger in his own chest to proclaim his own importance!

Simone: Careful there Jack! You may be a champion but don't think that impresses that woman!

Adams: Or think it gives you any sway over her in the ring!

Jack then turns back to go right back to work on his lager opponent but Vinnie suddenly whips his head forward, butting Jack right between the eyes! Jack staggers back on his feet, both hands covering his handsome face and hoping there isn't blood from the blow! Jack lowers his hands and Vinnie careens right into him with a running clothesline! Jack is right back up onto his feet but gets clotheslined right back down again! The six foot eight Vinnie then scoops the stumbling figure of the six foot one Internet Champion up and slams him hard enough that Jack BOUNCES off of the mat! Jack's back is arched in pain as Vinnie runs off of the ropes and comes right off with a jumping guillotine leg drop across Washington's head and neck! Vinnie with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Jack kicks out!

Adams: First fall of the match but it's not enough!

Simone: I don't think Jack Washington could live with himself if he were to lose that quickly.

Vinnie drags Jack up roughly to his feet and sends him into the ropes at top speed! Vinnie attempts a big boot but Jack ducks under the attempt! Jack comes back off of the far side and runs right into a fireman's carry into a Samoan Drop! The impact shakes the ring and Jack rolls outside before Vinnie can attempt another cover.

Simone: Some people might call that move to the outside cowardice but it's a smart move on the champion's part.

Adams: Right! Vinnie can't pin Jack while he's on the outside...

Simone: And being on the outside gives Jack a chance to get his breath back.

Jasmine backs Vinnie off and away from the ropes so that she can begin her count against Washington on the outside!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

But Vinnie is fed up and brushes past the head referee of SCW and steps out over the top rope and to the outside on the apron.

Adams: Well so much for getting his breath back...

But Jack suddenly sweeps Vinnie's boot out from under him, causing the taller man to topple forward and hit the apron and then fall to the floor!

Adams: Then again...!

Jack grabs Vinnie by the hair and back of his trunks and runs him head-first into the ring steps, the loud metal clang reverberating throughout the stadium! Vinnie holds his head in pain as Jack peels him off of the turf and rolls him back inside of the ring, breaking the count at six! Jack then climbs up onto the apron and then onto the top perch of the nearest corner. Jack watches and waits as a hurt Vinnie slowly regains his footing and returns to a vertical base. Vinnie turns around and Jack launches himself into a missile dropkick, turning Vinnie head over heels! Jack with the cover, jackknifing Vinnie in half!

ONE!

TWO!

Vinnie gets a shoulder up!

Jack sits on the canvas, staring up at Jasmine who holds up only two fingers for emphasis on the count. He slaps his thigh in frustration, silently frustrated. Jack gets back up to his feet and then he slaps Vinnie against the back of the head, talking trash to him as he does so and adding insult to injury.

Simone: The lack of respect that Jack Washington is showing Senor Vinnie is just disgusting.

Adams: Vinnie has a big size, strength and experience advantage on Jack. He's going to try to get any edge he can over Vinnie!

Jack smacks him around just a little bit more before he runs forward at the ropes. On the rebound, he hits a baseball sliding dropkick to Vinnie's head that sends the former two-time Internet Champion tumbling over and across the ring. Jack picks Vinnie up off of the mat and thrusts him toward the ropes. As Jack gets ready for an STO, Vinnie hits a hard uppercut that knocks the champion back against the ropes!

Adams: Do NOT get into a fight with the Vinnie-Mon!

Simone: ... Vinnie-Mon?

Vinnie slowly backs up, measuring up his smaller opponent. Vinnie wraps an arm around Jack's neck and grabs a handful of trunks. Vinnie starts to set him up for a vertical suplex, but Jack hooks his leg around Vinnie's own, blocking it! Vinnie smacks him in the ribs with a hard jab and then knocks him with a head butt before trying again! This time, he is successful as he lifts Jack up high but the lithe form of Jack slips out and lands behind Vinnie! Jack wraps his arms around Vinnie's waist from behind and whips him over in a snap German suplex and bridge!

Simone: Impressive show of strength on the part of Jack Washington!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-VINNIE KICKS OUT!!!

Adams: He kicked out!

Simone: He almost caught Vinnie by surprise but there is still life in Senor Vinnie!

Jack pounces on Vinnie and pounds on him with lefts and rights, absolutely mauling him! Jack stands up and begins laying in the boots as Jasmine orders him back! Vinnie forces his way back to a vertical base and Jack runs into the ropes, aiming for a springboard clothesline, but Vinnie is on his feet and catches Jack upside down on his shoulders! The fans are on their feet cheering as Jack throws him off...!

Simone: K.O.D.!!

Vinnie with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH-Kick out by Jack!!!

Adams: ANOTHER near fall!

Simone: If these two are fighting this hard, imagine what they'd be doing if the title had been on the line!

Vinnie peels Jack off of the mat and sends him into the ropes where Jack comes off and runs right into a leaping high knee! The blow knocks Washington back against the ropes and right into a big boot! Vinnie backs up into the corner where he climbs up to the middle turnbuckle. He aims -- then LEAPS for a big elbow smash -- but Jack rolls out of the way and Vinnie crashes! Vinnie gets to his feet, holding his elbow... and Jack wheels around and lays him out with a discus clothesline! Jack with the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

Vinnie with the shoulder up!

Adams: These two are BRINGING IT!!

Jack slams his fists into the mat repeatedly, airing his frustration! He stands up as Vinnie forces his way back to his feet! Jack races into the ropes and comes off - Vinnie swings for a clothesline but Jack ducks under! Jack rebounds and runs right into...

Simone: Lights Out!

Vinnie with the cover and he hooks the inside leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

DING DING DING!

Justin: Here is your winner -- Senor VINNIE!!!

Simone: Can you believe it!? Senor Vinnie returns and gets a hard fought win over the Internet Champion Jack Washington!

Adams: And you just KNOW that win puts Senor Vinnie in line for a title shot now!

The camera closes out on Vinnie celebrating inside of the ring as a very disgruntled Jack Washington backs up the aisle!

Cut to a pre-recorded video with Max Burke, earlier in the day, sitting in the near empty grandstands of Corfu National Stadium as the crew finish final preparations for the show. Sat next to Burke is a bottle of Metaxa, and a glass. Max takes a moment to crack the bottle of brandy, and pours himself a drink.

Max: Greece, your reputation is well deserved. I'm excited for this tour. Tonight, I get to enjoy the evening with the rest of you. I get to scout. I get to learn.

Max pauses, and raises his glass. Max breathes in, and takes in the aroma before taking his first sip. He nods in approval.

Max: Coming out of Blast From The Past X, I've gained a ton of confidence. I'm looking forward to what SCW and 2022 has in store for yours truly. Mind you, the finals did not work out in our favor. After watching it back, I went toe to toe with Mac. That night showed me that I have what it takes to step into the ring with the best that SCW has to offer.

Max sets the glass down, and leans ahead. He peers out over the stadium to the SCW ring.

Max: I jumped on the opportunity to join this tour. I'm ready to step back in, and compete. I'm feeling the best that I have in years.

Max lifts his glass in the air in a toast.

Max: Tonight Greece, I'm going to sit back and enjoy your finest Metaxa with the wonderful citizens of Corfu. I love my job. Cheers.

Ringside, the first screeching guitar notes of 'Cry Sister' by Royal Bliss echo out across the crowd to an almost confused reaction as the lights black ou5 and the tron casts a greyscale glow before the guitar and drum beats kicks in.

A roar of cheers comes up as the illuminated tron reveals the slow motion backstage walk of none other than the former Bombshells' World Champion – Amber Ryan.

As the lyrics kick in, the tron becomes more familiar with splatters of red framing different backstage walks from different events, but always the same cocky swagger. That same determined, almost sickening smirk somehow always painted the vilest shade of bloody red. Finally as the chorus breaks with the familiar cries of 'Cry Sister, make it rain' the tron turns to a triptych showcasing all manner of the greatest hits and misses, occasionally splattered with an errant spray of blood from different directions that fades before the next.

Finally, with anticipation rippling, the former champion herself makes her first appearance since Blaze Of Glory. Not dressed for ring action, although fists very clearly taped as though anticipating a change in plans, Amber adjusts the leather jacket that frames a t-shirt you know likely contains at least one obscenity.

Unlike her usual mixed reactions, especially given her time and determination as champion, the crowd still reacts incredibly positively – to the point even Amber is rather surprised.

Adams: Definitely not the reaction we're used to seeing for the world cham– former world champion. My apologies. Could this be a case of new music, new hurricane?

Simone: Given her reputation, I wouldn't let her hear you say that, but given the way she's carrying herself, it might be safe to say that even she doesn't seem to mind.

Adams: Would you say that this is a 'weight off her shoulders'?

Simone: Now I do hope she hears you.

A few fans get a quick hand tap as Amber beelines for whichever camera person manages to move out of her range the slowest, the old cocky lip sync and playful slaps to mess with the camera's view, almost a refreshing change from the frayed champion moniker previously adorned. A reversion to someone that hadn't been seen for almost a year.

Slipping under the bottom rope, someone quickly tosses a mic to the redhead as she paces, while the music starts to die down – leaving only an even more surprising and almost deafening in places 'Am-ber Ry-an' chant, along with pockets of 'Amber's gonna kill you'.

Shaking her head, she briefly waits for the commotion to die down, unable to hide the bemused smile as she tries to regain her composure. However the chants continue in waves, variations almost drowning out others until it breaks down into cheers and eventually the last few rowdy groups seem to die down enough for the former World Champion to think.

Amber Ryan: I'll be honest, I don't really know why you guys are cheering for me... I mean, I lost.

A small renewal of cheers dies almost as quickly as it starts.

Amber Ryan: Don't get me wrong, I appreciate it and all... Just everything feels a little different. I feel a little different. Maybe it's a world perspective thing, you look at everything through a certain lens for long enough that you start to forget that the world wasn't always tinged in gold. Maybe I can breathe a little easier, without the crushing weight of expectation and record breaking leaving me a little lopsided...

Amber pauses thoughtfully, the words very clearly as bitter to speak as they are honest.

Amber Ryan: I suppose everyone expected that I would come out here and start making demands. That seems to be a thing – you lose, you get your little shot at redemption... You lose, you bitch and you moan until someone in power can't stand to listen to you any longer. You lose – and you get back on that dead horse and keep beating it till chunks start flying...

A small chuckle from the redhead, her pacing slowing as she reaches the centre of the ring. Taking a moment to allow the words to dissipate, the drawn breath almost echoes for a moment.

Amber Ryan: If anyone in this industry deserves a rematch for a World title... I'd like to believe it's me.

Cocky, the smirk grows slowly. Familiar in its ferocity.

Amber Ryan: I have no doubt that Roxi is sitting back there right now rubbing her hands together, really feeling every bit of that achievement and preparing herself emotionally to draw upon another lightning strike. Hell, I could easily just stand here and say that I didn't really lose... That all I need is one more opportunity to prove myself as if I haven't done that enough already. I could stand in this ring, before all of you and say that I DEMAND a rematch with Roxi fucking Johnson for the World Bombshells title... And no one would bat a fucking eyelash.

Amber stares down the closest camera as though deliberately addressing whoever might be on the other end.

Amber Ryan: Don't get me wrong, plenty would have something to say. They'd talk their shit and I bet they'd talk loud till I show up in their periphery...

Satisfied with her message, Amber rolls her shoulders back.

Amber Ryan: I could do all those things... But I won't.

An audible murmur floods the crowd, some confusion while others merely speculate what it might mean.

Amber Ryan: I spent 357 days telling everyone that I could be beaten, leaving breadcrumbs and begging for someone to just step up... To do better. To be better. For 357 days, I heard challenger after challenger play their violin sob story about being an underdog against an unstoppable champion, about how they couldn't beat me but 'by golly they'd try their hardest', about how I was this unattainable goal... When all I asked for was for them to simply be better than all of that. I threw down the gauntlet to the roster and was met with claims for sympathy and mercy, was continually told that I was unstoppable when I'd always claimed the opposite.

Amber lowers her voice to a harsh, acerbic hiss. Disappointment and vitriol laden in her tone.

Amber Ryan: I fought and I bled for that belt. I put it back on a pedestal and told anyone that they'd have to outwork me, outlast me. They had to want it more than I did – and for 357 days that call went begging...

Amber resumes her pacing as the crowd murmurs of support seems to undulate and grow.

Amber Ryan: I won't stand here though and claim that Roxi wanted it more, cause I still don't believe it's quite true – but for now... For now I have no choice, but to believe it. As far as I'm concerned, she now has to prove, not only to me... But to everyone on this roster, that my efforts, my sacrifices and everything I gave to be World Bombshells' Champion, to break record after record and to bring a level of prestige back to that belt that no one thought it could ever attain... Was worth it.

Twirling the mic slowly in her hand and rolling her wrist, the mic seems to gently loll before it's brought back up to the former World Champion's lips.

Amber Ryan: Consider it an opportunity Roxi, a freebie if you will, your one chance to prove me wrong... Cause if you don't, if I don't think that you're living up to everything I came out here night after night and built ... Oh Roxi, darling, you best believe that I will come back after... My...

Commotion at the top of the ramp seizes Amber's attention and the wider arena. A ripple of anticipation winds around the fans. A smattering of officials – stagehands, referees – stumble out from the entranceway, falling backwards without any obvious cause. A few exchange looks with each other, stepping ever further wide and apart, not particularly keen to put up a better barrier.

Sweeping through the heavy black curtains separating front of house from backstage, Masque strides out and down the ramp. She seems dressed for an evening's entertainment in a cobalt-coloured dress, dark blue cardigan and heels and yet the composite porcelain strapped to her face is anything but theatre-appropriate. It's warped, as if exposed to some tremendous heat so that the cheeks sink in and the temple bulges. The paint is mottled, a mosaic of cracks where the primer underneath is blackened and charred.

A bright red upturned frown is smeared across the moulded mouthpiece, complemented by two crude eyebrows pointed down. It might have looked comical, though the backpedalling officials look anything but amused.

Her prosthetic reaches up, serpentine fingers bunching together to form a solid fist of plastic-encapsulated metal.

Adams: I think I see thorns ...

Simone: Pretty sure that's the war-aspect, right? Painted thorns ... I think we're finally going to see it! These two are going to kill each other. At last!

Nobody makes a serious effort to intervene as Masque circles around the apron, her bright blue eyes never leaving Amber. Reaching up, she takes hold of the top rope with her prosthetic and hauls herself up, flipping over it with a twirl of long legs and sharp heels. The plastic coating on the rope cracks under the strength of her grip.

She crosses the ring to stand ten or so feet apart from the former Bombshells' World Champion. Amber, in typical fashion it seems, has squared up in anticipation of violence.

The unusual thing however, is that neither of them appear to be willing to make the first move. A virulent display of power and intent, each coming face to face with a woman determinedly making the same statement in blatant defiance.

With brow furrowed, Amber lowers her centre of gravity slightly, her side on stance as defensive as it is aggressive, as though her uncertainty leaves her at odds with her instincts.

Neither says anything though, a stare down that permeates and ripped through the air itself like a mirage of discontent.

The taller woman cocks her head to the side, plastic fingers writhing at her side. She adopts no stance, presenting square-on. The arena falls to an excited hush, that anticipation building to an agonising intensity. Even the referees stop, eyes glued to the action or lack thereof.

Adams: I don't think I can take much of this. Do it!

Masque tilts her chin up, taking her bright blue eyes off Amber to stare at the overhead lights, before finding her again.

Masque: They have taken everything from you ...

She begins to circle Amber, her flesh-and-blood hand drifting through the air on some silent melody orchestrated inside her head.

Masque: I told you they would. I understand why you did not listen ...

She stops cold, swivelling on her heels back to face the redhead.

Masque: You paid a price for that. An instalment of a greater consequence. Now it is time to collect the rest ...

In response, Amber softens her stance. Perhaps a mistake, perhaps a deliberate move to disarm. Perhaps outright confusion – either way the former World Champion returns to neutrality, eyeing the porcelain-clad Bombshell with a wary eye before putting her hands out to the sides, reflexively dropping the mic with a staticked thud, as though inviting a conflict. Egging on for something familiar.

Even from a distance, without the benefit of a mic, Amber's voice can be made out amid the hum of crowd activity.

Amber Ryan: ... By all means.

Masque follows the microphone down to the mat, watching it bounce. Glancing back up, she steps forward ... And keeps stepping until she stands barely a foot away, arms still hanging by her side. She turns to look at both of Amber's outstretched hands.

Masque: As you wish, my Resplendent Hurricane.

Slowly, she brings her prosthetic up, fingers bunching to make a fist. Just as languidly, she pulls it back, preparing for a killing blow delivered at a glacial pace.

Adams: Yes! Yes!

Simone: Something doesn't feel right ...

At the limit of her elbow's travel back, she stops. Plastic fingers uncurl and then, with all the speed she can muster, her splayed hand launches out to capture one of Amber's. Those same plastic fingers curl in, taking a firm grasp carefully weighted against being crushing.

Masque: They have taken everything from you ... But it is time to make a choice.

She cocks her head, but their eyes never leave each other.

Masque: You have earned wounds that will never heal, and what have they given you in return?

For a brief moment, she turns to look out at the sea of humanity who ripple again in excitement.

Masque: Cancer. They have riddled your bones and poisoned your blood. All so they can worship their new idol ... Look ...

She points with her free hand.

Masque: Wearing her shirts, already prepared to usher in the Johnson era.

Shaking her head, Masque's plastic fingers writhe in Amber's.

Masque: No. It is not time for you to move aside. No, it is not time to relinquish everything you have suffered for. It is time ...

She turned back to find Amber.

Masque: It is time to make a choice.

The redhead examines the porcelain laced across her skin, everything about it screaming wrong in the face of something speaking right. Very simply, Amber can be seen mouthing the words '... And what would you propose?' Before unclasping her fingers from Masque's as delicately as possible and closing the distance to the point that light might struggle to find the space left between them.

Simone: I think I'm going to be sick.

Amber's half smile blooms with a knowing sense of quiet triumph. Unspoken, unheard but blissful in its potential ignorance. More words exchanged in silence... 'I've no need for resplendence. Only rapture it seems.'

With little warning, like a gravitational field working far too quickly. Amber snakes her arms around Masque as though a lost sister finding another, more words exchanged although these ones are lost behind a curtain of scarlet before their meaning can be told. An embrace under spotlights, unholy as it is unexpected.

From where they are entwined, Masque reaches up and twists the tensioner held against the back of her head. Black fabric straps sag and she turns in towards Amber – two walls of scarlet and blonde making it almost impossible to see anything clearly.

Adams: ...

The crowd reaction sours now, pockets of boos breaking out. Maybe some are disappointed the fight they so dearly anticipated wouldn't come to pass. Perhaps others just sensed the wrongness of what was happening, feeling the pits of their stomachs twist and heave.

Head still turned in, Masque lifts the composite porcelain up and the only thing visible outside their binary world – some indistinct relationship: a planet and its star? Or a world and a moon? Or something altogether darker – is the flash of a pale chin.

She whispers something into Amber's ear.

Amber's head rears back, although the expression remains one of relative forced contentment and apathy as the embrace slowly untangles. A final exchange of words, this one in such a flurry it's impossible to make out clearly as Amber allows herself a breath outside the embrace of a python promising greatness.

Adams: Surely the former champion isn't that... Desperate. We just heard her–

Simone: ... Yeah, and that all changed the moment Masque came out. Whatever this is, it can't spell anything good for the Bombshells' division.

As Amber extricates herself, the taller woman dips her head and reaches up to ratchet the tensioner and press her plastic face down against the real one underneath. She takes one final glance at Amber, those bright blue eyes staring, before she twirls over the top rope and skips the apron, landing down on the ringside matting with a dropped knee.

She circles around, stopping at the commentary table.

Adams: Oh fuc–

Trailing a prosthetic forefinger along the desk she pauses for just a moment, looking at each of them in turn, before continuing on a path that takes her around the ring and back up towards the ramp.

She doesn't look back again before disappearing through the curtain, a gaggle of officials and referees following in obvious confusion and heated discussion.

Amber simply watches on in amusement, not even bothering to move an inch or follow as though it showed any sense of defiance or lack of deification.

Waiting until Masque had disappeared, Amber goes to pick up the mic that had fallen from her hand, pausing with a hand mere moments away and with a glance to the crowd... she pulls it away and decidedly makes her exit as well with a knowing shrug.

Justin moves to enter the ring and brings the microphone to his lips as Jacob Summers checks the ropes of the ring.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall...Introducing first...From Atlanta Georgia...Alicia Lukas!

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

Justin: And her opponent...

Adams: Alicia Lukas is someone that you don't want mess with.

Simone: That is true Jason but look who is about to mess with her.

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

Justin: From Malibu California, she is Candy!

Adams: Former Roulette champion Candy looks ready to wrestle here tonight. And aww look at Fluffy, so cute.

Jacob motions for both women to move to the center of the ring where he hands each a blindfold hood. Candy is quick to put hers on and begins to play peek a boo with Fluffy as Alicia looks at the black hood in her hand. Summers motions at it then turns to signal for the bell.

Simone: Alicia better put it on or she will end up losing before this match even begins.

DING DING DING!

Alicia shakes her head before bringing the hood up and sliding it on. Jacob checks on it then moves to where Candy is standing and helps her secure her hood. Alicia waits with one hand against the ropes as Candy reaches down for the guide dog handle that is on the back of Fluffy who is bouncing against her leg. Summers looks at her in surprise before moving to tell her that Fluffy isn't allowed to help. Candy nods as she moves forward one hand outstretched and Fluffy growls at Alicia who is edging her own way forward towards Candy. Fluffy barks and then moves to block Alicia. Hearing the small barking ball of fluff, Alicia begins to sweep her foot along the mat. Candy begins to swing her arm back and forth and manages to connect with Summers who stands between the two and warns Candy that he is taking Fluffy to the side of the ring. Candy argues that she is blind and needs her guide dog but Summers takes the leash. As he does, Candy drops to the mat to hold her puppy as Alicia tries to take advantage with a roundhouse right that completely misses Candy. Summers moves to the corner as Candy gets to her feet and bumps into Alicia. Both women lock up and Candy manages to get a headlock on Alicia. Lukas struggles and pushes Candy into the ropes and then sets for a back drop but Candy catches the ropes to prevent her rebounding. Alicia realizes that Candy isn't going to be rebounding. Alicia then reaches out as she moves towards Candy who is moving along the ropes.

Adams: Candy had the right idea Belinda. Blinded, she had her pup Fluffy as a guide dog. I wonder what kind of training it needed for this match.

Simone: Jason, this match is a blindfold match. Candy can see...well sort of.

Once more both women slightly wave their arms in hope that they might catch their opponent. Suddenly, Candy stops then turns as the fans realize she is looking for them to help. Alicia can hear the change in the fans. Candy holds up her arm with a finger pointed then lowers it to sweep along the ring. The fans begin to help her by letting their cheers follow along the movement of Candy's arm getting louder as she points towards Alicia who is shaking her head and motioning for the fans to stop. Candy begins to advance towards Alicia who moves to the left as she waves her own arms. The two women pass by each other as the fans scream for them to turn. They do turn but are facing away from each other. Candy stops and once more waves for the fans help as she backs up slightly looking for the ropes but instead runs into Alicia back to back. Alicia quickly manages to turn and catch Candy who struggles as she is pulled into Alicia who suplexes her to the mat. Candy arches in pain and rolls away as Alicia drops for a pin only to find empty space. Angrily, Lukas slams her hands onto the mat in frustration which has Candy getting to her hands and knees and crawling towards Alicia. Alicia can hear her coming but ends up turning into a quick bulldog from Candy who drops and reaches for her opponent to roll her up. Summers gets a one count before Alicia kicks out then rolls towards Candy before rolling in the opposite direction.

Adams: That is one problem being blindfolded, you can't see where your opponent is.

Simone: Very true Jason but if these women were smart, they would use the fans to help them.

Alicia rolls until her shoulder hits the corner turnbuckle. Getting one hand up, she pulls herself up in the corner and leans against the padding as Candy makes her own way to her feet. Candy once more turns to the fans and motions for their help as she brings her hand down to sweep around the ring. The fans cheers swell as her finger points out Alicia who is waving her hands in front of her. Alicia stops as she turns to the sound of Candy making her way towards the corner. Smartly, Alicia uses the ropes to pull herself out of danger as Candy charges the corner. Fluffy rushes over as Alicia turns to the sound of Candy hitting the turnbuckles. Alicia attempts a round house kick but Candy had dropped to the mat where Fluffy is to check on her puppy. Alicia is caught in the ropes which gives Candy the advantage as she can feel the presence of Alicia nearby. Rising slowly, Candy is able to catch Alicia and pulls her into the corner. Candy uses some right and left slaps to cause a bit of confusion on Alicia who sags in the turnbuckles slightly. Candy pushes her into the corner then still holding her, leaps up and uses a monkey flip to send her sliding into the middle of the ring.

Adams: What is Candy thinking Belinda. She just launched Alicia into the middle of the ring and once again is going to have to find her. The smart thing to do is keep your hands on your opponent.

Candy gets to her feet and begins to windmill her arms looking for Alicia who has rolled to her stomach. Sliding a hand up, Alicia begins to pull up the hood to peek where her opponent is and manages to catch a glimpse before Jacob warns her to put the hood back on. Alicia complies but with a smirk as she rises to her feet and charges towards Candy and takes her off her feet with a clothesline. Candy is flipped to the mat where she curls into a fetal position as Alicia stops and begins to feel out with her feet for the downed Candy. Sliding her foot along the mat, she connects with Candy but is taken off her feet by her opponent as Candy pulls on the leg of Alicia. The two women are on their knees on the mat trading rights as neither are able to gain the advantage until Candy catches the head of Alicia then getting up, she pulls Alicia into her side and hits a bridging fisherman's suplex in a pin attempt. Summers only manages to get a two count before Alicia kicks out. Candy doesn't let her go and gets to her feet for another attempt but Alicia blocks it. Candy can be heard to say please before she once more attempts a suplex and again, Alicia blocks it before hitting her own suplex that has Candy arching in pain.

Simone: Candy had the right idea to hold onto Alicia but Lukas reversed it and used a suplex of her own.

Candy rolls to the side and is checked on by Jacob. With the referee distracted, Alicia quickly pulls up the hood and sees where Candy and Summers are. She pulls the hood down and then pretends to be checking where they are with an outstretched hand. She catches a body and then stands up, pulling the body up with her and sets it on her shoulders. She is about to hit her finisher when she hears Jacob telling her that it is him, not Candy. Alicia stops and gently lowers Jacob to the mat. She holds out her hands to check to make sure it is Summers as Candy rises. Summers moves Alicia back and then once more turns to check on Candy who has her hands up to make sure she can reach her opponent quickly. She feels a body near her and grabs it as the fans start to laugh. Guessing it is not Alicia, Candy reaches up to check for a hood, honking the nose of Summers as she does. The fans laugh harder as Candy hugs Jacob. She lets him go, patting him on the shoulder. Behind the pair, Alicia once more pulls the hood up to peek and seeing the two, she reaches over Jacob's shoulder with one hand as she pulls the hood back down with the other. Grabbing Candy by the hood and hair under it, Alicia pulls her around Jacob and kicks her in the midsection. Lukas' arm is pulled downwards as Candy is doubled over. Pulling her against her side, Alicia ducks her shoulder and then lifts Candy up.

Simone: This doesn't look good for Candy. Alicia Lukas lifted her hood and took advantage when Jacob wasn't looking and Candy couldn't see.

Alicia bounces Candy on her shoulders then hits the Georgia Drop that sends Candy to the mat. Alicia drops to her hands and knees and then crawls forwards slightly to grab the downed Candy and rolls her up for the pin as Summers drops to the mat.

ONE!

Adams: I don't think that Candy is going to be able to answer the count or kick out. I don't even know if she is still conscious.

TWO!

Adams: Slight movement from Candy but I don't know if she will be able to kick out.

Simone: I don't think so Jason because there is the three count.

THREE!

Adams: Alicia Lukas peeked Belinda. She knew where Candy was and used that to her advantage.

Summers slaps the canvas one final time as Alicia tosses the feet of Candy to the side and sits back on her heels as Summers motions for the bell.

DING DING DING!

Justin: The winner of the match, Alicia Lukas!

Alicia tears the hood off as she rises to her feet and then holds her arm out for Summers to raise it in victory.

Adams: Alicia Lukas with the win Belinda. A rather tainted on but the win nonetheless.

Candy disappointedly pulls off the hood as Summers helps her to her feet. Fluffy rushes towards her and leaps into her arms. Candy moves to the side of the ring and slides between the ropes as she lets Fluffy down on the ring apron. The small dog waits as Candy takes the leash then Fluffy guides her up the ramp with Candy praising the dog for being a good guide dog as in the ring, Alicia continues to celebrate her win.

We cut backstage to see Bill Barnhart coming out of his dressing room with Bea coming out behind him. The two stop in the hallway when Sin City Wrestling Interviewer, Scott Oliver, walks up with his cameraman with him.

Scott: Bill there's a lot of talk around Sin City Wrestling that Finn Whelan may be the toughest opponent you've faced in defending the Roulette Championship. What do you think about others talking about him in this manner?

Bill: Honestly, Scott, I haven't heard of Finn Whelan until this match was booked. I've heard the comments that he is supposedly the toughest person on the Roster but if that were true wouldn't his name be known by more people? Seems like for a guy with his claims he should be mentioned in everyone's comments every other sentence. Since that's not what's happening I say it is all empty hype. My opinion is that since I've successfully defended the Roulette Championship against Agostino Romano, and twice against Alexander Raven, that all this talk by Finn Whelan is empty talk. My opinion on Finn is that he isn't even half of what one Agostino Romano and two Alexander Ravens are combined.

Scott: You should never take an opponent lightly.

Bill: And, Scott, I never take opponents lightly. I'm simply stating that if Finn Whelan was all he claimed to be I would have heard about him before this upcoming match was scheduled.

Scott: What are your comments Bea?

Bea: I feel there are many wrestlers who should have gotten this shot at the Roulette Championship instead of Finn Whelan. Bill will simply put away another pathetic opponent then move on to the next opponent. And for sure I'm in Bill's corner as his Manager to ensure nobody interferes in this match to cheat Bill out of his win.

Scott: What if the Roulette Wheel lands on a slot that is Hardcore Rules or No Rules? That means interference is acceptable.

Bea: Yes you are correct. But that works for both wrestlers not just one of them. Since Bill is the superior wrestler in all areas he'll defeat Finn Whelan no matter where the Roulette Wheel stops.

Scott: Bill. . .Bea. . .thanks to both of you for giving me your time for this pre-match interview.

Bill: Always a pleasure to have you interview us.

Bea: I echo what Bill said.

Scott: There you have it. A very confident, as always, Bill Barnhart, ready to defend the Roulette Championship against Finn Whelan.

The camera slowly recedes from the scene of Mac Bane inside of the ring, and the crowd watching one hand in the arena ignites with enthusiastic cheers as we see "the White Wolf" Fenris watching the proceedings on the monitor backstage. He is dressed in his ring attire, consisting of his traditional white spandex shorts, matching flip-flops and imitation leather jacket one over his otherwise bare upper body. Although not scheduled to compete this evening, he had been taught long ago by both Gabriel and Odette to always be prepared. Just in case.

And although his eyes are so much shielded and hidden from the brim of his favorite white cap on his scalp, his tense and rigid posture as well as the scowl on his lips makes it all too evident that he is not pleased with the announcement that was just made.

He shakes his head and turns around slowly, shaking his head and muttering an Icelandic curse beneath his breath. His brother Aron watches with a calm demeanor, all together too used to his brothers dramatic and fearsome displays of temper.

Fenris: Un-fucking-believable!

Aron: K…

Fenris: Matthew Knox!? Is he SERIOUS!? He picks MATTHEW KNOX to defend against!? Did you SEE that!?

Aron: I saw K, but you have to understand. Mac was given the right to choose who he was going to defend against when he and Mikah won the tournament.

Fenris: I KNOW that Aron! But I thought he would choose somebody who actually deserved it! The entire time that I've known Matt Bane, I've never known him to take the easy way out but this…! Who the HELL has Matthew Knox ever beaten to warrant a shot at the World title! Who's next? What, is he going to lobby the bosses for the right defend his title against the Troll!?

Aron: K…

Fenris: I wasn't aware that a social media bitch-fest was cause for a shot of the biggest championship in the business! I don't know! Maybe I ought to start losing matches. That seems to be the easiest way to earn a championship opportunity around here! I've been busting my ass for over a year and have anything come close to being given a title shot!

Aron: K, I know you're upset and I know you were hoping that he'd name you…

But whatever else that his brother was going to say to try to diffuse the situation or make him see reason was effectively cut short when Fenris held up his hand. He drew in a deep breath and put it out sharply through his pursed flips.

Fenris: No, don't try to make me feel better Aron. It's okay. I'm starting to understand … I've always respected Mac Bane and I thought he felt the same way… just-just forget…

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Excuse me, Fenris?

Fenris whips his head around to glare at the buxom backstage reporter.

Fenris: WHAT!?

And Ms. Rocky almost did an automatic U-turn to scurry away from the antagonistic Superstar, when the much more level-headed Aron intervened.

Aron: K! She's just trying to do her job! Stop taking it out on everyone else just because you're in a bad mood!

Aron then turns to Ms. Rocky and tries to defuse The tense situation with a soft smile.

Aron: Sorry about that.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Don't worry about it. After four years I'm ALMOST used to it.

Fenris rolls his eyes and turns his head to share a look with his brother, but then just turns back to look at the reporter and arches his brow questioningly. Not that she could really see it due to his cap.

Aron: Was there something that we could do for you?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Well, I was supposed to ask Fenris here how he felt about Mac Bane’s choice on defending the Championship against Matthew ‘the Raven’ Knox at Into the Void XI…

The beer can in Fenris’s free hand explodes in his white knuckle grip…

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But I already think we know the answer.

Fenris: Good, then we can conclude this enthralling little chat and I can go wash this damn beer off!

Without bothering to ask if Ms. Rocky Mountains was finished with him, Fenris turns his back to her and starts to walk away when…

Ms. Rocky Mountains: But Fenris! I also wanted to ask you about the challenge issued to you on behalf of JC! Do you accept or not?

Without missing a beat, Fenris turns around with his arms spread wide.

Fenris: Sure! Why the hell not!? So long as everybody else gets what THEY want, who the fuck cares whether or not I do!

He turns his back again and walks off down the hall, leaving Aron and Ms. Rocky to look toward each other, Aron giving her an uncomfortable smile.

The scene opens backstage where we see the two competitors in the first title match of the night, Roulette Champion Bill Barnhart and challenger Finn Whelan.

Simone: I don't think anyone expected Bill's reign to last this long but give the man credit, his reign has been a long one.

Adams: And Finn is his next challenger! Will he be the one?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready gentlemen?

The two men nod and Ms. Rocky Mountains spins the wheel, after a while it stops on a stipulation that gives both men pause.

Bill: 12 Labours of Hercules?!

Finn: What the hell?

Rocky gets a message from the bosses and after a double take nods before turning to the two men.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Okay so this match will be split into twelve rounds with each round having its own stipulation, the rounds will only end when there is a clear winner and whoever has the most wins after twelve rounds wins, clear?

The two men share an uneasy look before they nod and Rocky spins the wheel again to decide the first round, and groans when she sees it stop.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Falls Count Anywhere, OFF COURSE THAT'S THE FIRST STIP!

Simone: Well, this will be interesting, and Dawn's already jogging to the back.

Adams: She's clearly been told what to expect from the senior officials!

Sure enough, Bill and Finn start brawling almost immediately and Dawn calls for the bell as soon as she's on the scene.

DING DING DING!

Simone: And the first of tonight's title matches is underway with a stipulation that we're unlikely to ever see again.

Adams: Or at least until the next Greek tour!

Bill and Finn continue to trade blows until Bill manages to get the upper hand with a knee to Finn's gut followed by an uppercut and Finn being launched into the Roulette Wheel face first! Bill pulls Finn away before executing a Back Suplex and rolling over into the first (of many) pin-fall of the match.

ONE!

TWO!

And Finn kicks out! Bill shakes his head before he picks up Finn and drags him away from the area where the Roulette Wheel is located.

Simone: It didn't take long for the first pin fall to occur.

Adams: And I think Dawn's arm is going to get a hell of a workout tonight!

Unfortunately for Bill Finn breaks free of Bill's grasp and, taking advantage of the No DQ stipulation inherent in Falls Count Anywhere Matches, nails the champion with a low blow! Bill falls to his knees whilst clutches his balls and Finn uses the opportunity to grab a steel chair and DDT Bill onto the chair, Finn quickly goes for the pin making sure to hold down Bill securely.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin: The winner of the round is Finn Whelan!

The following graphic appears on the titentron:

Finn: 1 – Bill: 0

Simone: That was fast!

Adams: Bill must be trying to preserve his energy for the later rounds against Finn!

Finn gets up and celebrates clearly thinking he's won the title but Dawn reminds him off the rules and, though disappointed, Finn decides to wait for word of the next stip as Ms. Rocky Mountains rushes into the Roulette Wheel room, we hear the wheel spinning before it stops.

Ms. Rocky Mountains (off camera): The second round will be a Submission Match!

Simone: That complicates things a bit! Bill and Finn will have to rely on their submission skills in this round.

Adams: Something Bill definitely has the advantage in!

Once Finn catches on that he can only win/lose by submission in this round Finn picks the chair back up and starts working over his arm with the chair, after a few more shots he drops the chair and picks up Bill before hitting him with a Hammerlock Body Slam onto the chair! Seeking to secure his win in this around Finn wraps the chair around Bill's arm and takes a few steps back clearly intending to slam the chair shut on Bill's arm.

Simone: Bill will be in serious trouble if Finn snaps that chair on his arm!

Adams: If Finn does this then Bill might not be able to continue and we may get a new Roulette Champion as a result!

Fortunately for Bill, Finn spends a few seconds jaw jacking with a few of Bill's fans who are lucky enough to get an up close view of the action and this gives Bill a chance to get his arm free from the chair right before Finn stomps on it and allows Bill to take down his challenger with a Clothesline, Bill initially drops down for a cover but Dawn cuts him off to inform the champion that this round is submission only for Bill wraps the chair around Finn's arm and repeatedly slams it shut on it whilst applying an arm bar.

Simone: That's certainly one way to get a submission win.

Adams: There's no way Finn won't tap to Bill's tactics, that's hurting MY ARM to watch!

Sure, enough Finn decides to count his blessings for this round and taps.

Justin: The winner of this round is Bill Barnhart!

Finn: 1 – Bill: 1

Simone: One a piece and only ten more rounds to go.

Adams: This might be the longest match of 2022! Especially if the next round is something that affects the length!

As the graphic appears on screen we hear Rocky giving the Roulette Wheel a spin off camera and Bill keeps the hold on Finn as he waits for the next round.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Seriously?! Err, the next round can only be won by pinning your opponent for a five count!

Simone: Jason do you know next week's state lottery numbers by any chance?

Adams: No but I will try to participate, given that we are in Greece after all!

Bill takes a moment to catch onto this but nods as he gets the idea, unfortunately for Bill Finn takes advantage of his momentary confusion by reversing the arm-bar into a roll-up.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

And Bill gets the shoulder up.

Simone: Either was instinct on Bill's part or he doesn't want Finn to take the lead again!

Adams: Given how long Bill has been wrestling? I'd say it's the latter!

Finn rolls away from Bill and, whilst still favouring his arm, takes the chair and aims it at Bill's head! Fortunately for the veteran wrestler he ducks the chair shot and starts making his way further into the arena to try to regroup whilst Finn gives chase! Bill ends up right outside the bosses' office and turns around to see Finn charging at him with a spear knocking the door off its hinges in the process and whilst the bosses are elsewhere in the arena right now Finn uses the opportunity to place the knocked over door diagonally over Bill's body and pin him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

FIVE!

Justin: The winner of this round, Finn Whelan!

Finn: 2 – Bill: 1

Simone: Some clever thinking by Finn earned him his second round.

Adams: Even if Bill kicked out, the door was blocking the ref's view of his shoulders!

Because the two wrestlers are too far away from Ms. Rocky Mountains to hear her, the nearby monitor shows Rocky ready to spin the wheel.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: My arms going to kill me by the time this match is over!

Rocky sighs to herself before spinning the wheel and it stops, on a stip that makes Finn's eyes widen.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Oh god, Tai Pei Death Match!

Simone: We really are running the gambit of stipulations with this match! I'm half expecting Lingerie Match to show up next!

Adams: Please god no, I don't need that mental image! The first time was bad enough!

A stage hand runs up with tape, broken glass and glue and starts applying it to both wrestlers' hands.

Simone: Why was that stage hand carrying that stuff about?!

Adams: Its wrestling, weird stuff is bound to happen!

Dawn seems equally concerned about what the stage hand was running around with but Bill and Finn pay it no mind as their hands are given the Tai Pei Death Match treatment, and Bill wastes little time in cheap shotting Finn causing him to drop the chair that he had picked back up after having his hands dipped, Finn turns around and gets several shots to the gut from Bill as they move away from the door and several stage hands rush onto the scene to try to fix the door before Christian returns.

Simone: I wouldn't want to explain that to Christian if he returns before the door gets fixed.

Adams: I can think of several places I'd rather be than in that scenario and none of them are good!

Bill and Finn start brawling with predictably bloody results but a ducked wild hand by Bill allows the champ to grab Finn by the head and starts firing punches to Finn's head! Finn pushes Bill off and Bill returns to a good solid punch to the jaw before hitting him with a low blow and rolling Bill up!

ONE!

TWO!

And Bill reverses it into his own roll up!

ONE!

TWO!

Bill grabs the tights blatantly in front of Dawn!

THREE!

Justin: The winner of this round, Bill Barnhart!

Finn: 2 – Bill: 2

Simone: Some blatant cheating by Bill ties it at two rounds a piece.

Adams: It's No DQ, what do you expect her to do? Award it to Finn?

Once again Ms. Rocky Mountains' lovely visage appears on a conveniently located monitor, though it's clear that her arms are getting tired by this point.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: If this stip ever comes up again, I'm quitting on the spot!

Rocky sighs to herself before spinning the wheel, as it spins Rocky gives her spinning arm a shake to try to get the aches and pains out.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Finisher match! You can only win this round by hitting your finisher!

Simone: If Bill and Finn where smart, they'd try to end this round as quicky as possible.

Adams: Even faster than we've already seen! On the plus side after the next two rounds, we'll be halfway there!

Finn quicky gets the idea and, once the tape, glass and glue is removed from his and Bill's hands, tries for the Revelation 5:4 but Bill blocks the attempt to get him up for the Suplex with a knee to the gut and a Suplex of his own before trying for a Piledriver! However, Finn backdrops out of Bill's finisher attempt and measures him up for the Fenian Rising and this time Bill doesn't duck, instead blocking it and countering it with a spinebuster into the wall.

Simone: That's three finisher attempts and all of them have failed.

Adams: Between the blood from the last round and how long this match has gone on for? I doubt this round will last much longer!

Bill then grabs Finn by his had arm and goes to whip him into the wall, however Finn stops himself and spins around before hitting the Fenian Rising!

Justin: The winner of this round is Finn Whelan!

Finn: 3 – Bill: 2

Simone: Back and forth they go, though now I wonder what the next stipulation will be.

Adams: You and me both!

Ms. Rocky Mountains appears on the titentron/monitor though it's evident that she's switched sides.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I need to give my dominant arm a rest, okay?!

Rocky informs the crowd before using her other arm to spin the wheel, after a few minutes it stops on.

Finn: PIG PEN?!

Simone: Do we even HAVE a pig pen in the arena?!

Adams: Apparently the bosses had one set up just in case, pigs and all and Dawn's getting the location as we speak!

Dawn motions for the wrestlers to follow her but since Bill's still out from the Fenian Rising Finn picks him up and drags the champ along taking a moment to fire a punch and/or a kick before they eventually reach the pig pen, the pigs in question (mostly piglets with one mother pig among them) are kept separate from the pen for the wrestler's safety and Finn throws Bill into the pen before following him in to start the round.

Simone: Where DID they find those pigs anyway?!

Adams: They are apparently on loan from a local pig farm.

Dawn's a little more hesitant to enter the pen but she eventually relents, mostly because Finn is trying to get the round done as quickly as possible by going for the pin on Bill.

ONE!

TWO!

And Bill kicks out! Unfortunately for Dawn she quickly realizes that she had to get down in the muck for that pin leaving her ref's uniform a mess.

Simone: She's going to need an industrial washer for that!

Adams: Do we even HAVE one of those!

Simone: Good question but here's a better one, how did Bill kick out of the Fenian Rising?!

Adams: The time being transported to the pig pen by Finn must've given him time to recover!

Finn is clearly wondering this as well but he opts to pick Bill up and goes for his other finisher again but this time Bill slips out the back of the Revelations 5:4 and hits a German Suplex on Finn causing him to land face first into the muck! Finn quickly scrambles to his feet and Bill uses the opportunity to hit a clothesline before going for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Justin: The winner of this round, Bill Barnhart!

Finn: 3 – Bill: 3

Simone: We are halfway through the match and neither Bill nor Finn have been able to pull ahead for long!

Adams: That could change with the next stipulation!

Ms. Rocky Mountains appears on the monitor and spins the wheel without comment, then it stops on a stipulation that gives Bill pause!

Ms. Rocky Mountains: The next round will be a Boiler Room Brawl!

Simone: Bill has bad experience in that match, he unsuccessfully challenged Alex Jones for the title in that match!

Adams: But Finn's no Alex Jones though!

Dawn tells Bill and Finn that she'll meet them at the Boiler Room because she has to go and get changed out of her now dirty uniform, after pointing them in the right direction she runs off and the two men brawl there way to the boiler room hoping to get an advantage before the next round! After a few minutes they arrive at the Boiler Room where Dawn is waiting for them in a new, clean uniform and she holds the door open for them to let them in.

Simone: Not often that we see a woman holding a door open for a man, much less two.

Adams: Or a Boiler Room door for that matter!

As soon as the door closes Bill makes a beeline towards it knowing that the only way he can win the round is to escape the boiler room but Finn rushes him and chop blocks him from behind before he can reach the door, Finn then makes a similar attempt but Bill trips him up before hitting him with a DDT! As Bill does this Dawn locks the door making sure that they can't escape until one of them is incapacitated.

Simone: That was the one way they could get this match over early!

Adams: This will make it harder!

Bill tries to take the keys from Dawn but she isn't budging and this leaves him open to a cheap shot from behind from Finn who proceeds to throw him into the Boiler! Bill screams out in pain and Finn tries to get Dawn to let him escape! However, as Dawn is retrieving the keys Bill grabs Finn's bad arm from behind before locking in the Barnhart Shoulder Breaker and then pressing said arm against the boiler!

Simone: I can feel that burn from here!

Adams: And that arm was already damaged!

Bill drops Finn and Dawn unlocks the Boiler Room for him to escape!

Justin: The winner of the round is Bill Barnhart!

Finn: 3 – Bill: 4

Simone: Bill's pulled ahead, he's now ahead of Finn by one!

Adams: I wonder what's up next?

Ms. Rocky Mountains appears on screen again and spins the wheel.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Wonder what we'll get this time? Thumbtack? Black Friday Brawl? Greek Feast.........

And then the wheel stops.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: STANDARD MATCH?!

Simone: How is that still on the wheel?!

Adams: I don't know, it feels like we've gone through all on them tonight!

Dawn gets a message over her earpiece from the bosses and passes it on to the wrestlers.

Dawn: This round will only start when you reach the ring, I'll meet you there!

Dawn informs them and the two wrestlers start brawling their way to the entrance ramp as Dawn pulls out ahead of them, after a few minutes they finally reach the ring and once they are inside Dawn calls for the bell to start the round.

Simone: This match has been going on for a while but Bill and Finn have finally reached the ring.

Adams: After their brawl has taken them everywhere else in the arena!

Finn is clearly still feeling the effects of the Boiler Room Brawl round and Bill tries to reapply the Barnhart Shoulder Breaker but Finn blocks it by rushing over to the ropes and forcing the break which, after an entire match of letting the wrestlers have their way, Dawn has to enforce the rules and forces Bill to break the hold, Finn rolls out of the ring whilst Dawn's back is turned due to her explaining that fact to Bill and he grabs a chair.

Simone: Finn does realize that this will get him disqualified right?

Adams: But it won't cost him the match, just the round which would give him a massive advantage over Bill in the following rounds.

Bill spots Finn returning to the ring with the chair in hand and calls Dawn's attention to it and she rushes over trying to take the chair from Finn before he can use it, Finn however manages the wrest control of the chair from Dawn and charges at Bill intending to cave his head in with the chair! Unfortunately for Finn Bill ducks it at the last second causing the chair to bounce off the top rope and into Finn's face and sending him stumbling back into a German Suplex from Bill!! Bill bridges for the pin!

ONE!

TWO!

And Finn kicks out!

Simone: That had to be on instinct from Finn, there's no other reason he'd kick out!

Adams: We're in the eighth round and Finn has the lead, I don't think Finn wants to give up the lead!

Finn still has the chair in hand as Bill picks him up for another German Suplex but Finn blatantly low blows Bill in full view of the ref before blasting him with the chair giving Dawn no choice but to call for the DQ.

Finn: 3 – Bill: 5

Justin: The winner of this round by disqualification, Bill Barnhart!

Simone: Bill has a two point lead over Finn but only because Finn blatantly got himself disqualified to give him the advantage in the next round!

Adams: It could be all for naught depending on what the wheel stops on!

Ms. Rocky Mountains is shown in front of the Roulette Wheel again and is looking at her iPhone, until the cameraman clears his throat and prompts her to spin the wheel.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: And the next stip is..........

The wheel stops and the stage hands quickly get to work setting it up,

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Steel Cage! And I'm being told that no, pinfalls and submissions won't count! You can only win this round by escaping the cage!

Simone: Good god, the bosses were really prepared for anything tonight!

Adams: Given how long the Roulette Divisions have been around? That doesn't surprise me!

Whilst the stage hands are busy setting up the cage around the ring Finn continues to wail on Bill with the steel chair and Dawn can't do anything about it! Once the Steel Cage has been set up around the ring Finn drops the chair and heads straight to the cage wall.

Simone: Say what you will about his tactics in the last round but if Bill is out then Finn has this round in the bag!

Adams: Especially since there's only two rounds left after this one!

Finn starts to climb the cage wall but it's clear that his bad arm is still taking its toll on Finn making it harder for him to climb the cage wall as quickly as he wants, this gives Bill enough time to recover and the veteran gives his challenger a taste of his own medicine by whacking him on the bad arm with the Steel Chair that Finn introduced into the match! Finn doesn't let go off the cage wall at first but two more whacks with the chair is enough for Finn to lose his grip and fall into the ring! Bill then starts climbing the cage after discarding the chair.

Simone: Now the shoes on the other foot!

Adams: Finn seems to be out and Bill is in a prime position to win this round!

Bill reaches the top of the cage and looks back at Finn, realizes that Finn is starting to move Bill straightens himself on top of the cage before making a spinning motion with his fingers.

Simone: What is Bill thinking?! He's about as far removed from a high flyer as you can get!

Adams: Not to mention he shouldn't be trying this at his age! Finn is just barely moving! Just escape out the cage Bill!

Bill steadies himself on the cage before going for a Moonsault off the top of the cage! Unfortunately for Bill the results show exactly why he doesn't normally take the skies as Finn rolls out of the way of the attempted Moonsault! Finn picks up Bill and throws him into the cage wall twice before whacking him one more time with the chair and escapes the cage once it's clear that Bill's in no condition to stop him!

Justin: The winner of this round is Finn Whelan!

Finn: 4 – Bill: 5

Simone: Only three more rounds to go and Bill seems to be out of it!

Adams: Finn has a real chance of walking out the champion at this rate!

Ms. Rocky Mountains appears on the screen again and spins the wheel.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Please tell me the match is almost over?