Delia: You have a match to prepare for... a title to win. Z'e dressing area is over z'ere, darling...

Owen nods his head as he walks over to the curtain, giving Delia a googly-eyed stare before slowly sliding behind them. Delia doesn't quite see his full awkwardness as she smiles, looking toward the other Mean Girls once more.

Delia: He's charming, no?

Mercedes cracks a smirk, as if to ask Delia is she is serious. She looks over to Amanda, and Amanda snickers, looking over to Angelica and Veronica. As they have a silent conversation, the other four shake their head from side to side in an apologetic manner. Delia rolls her eyes as she walks over to the make up table, holding a hand up in their direction. Everyone returns to what they were doing before being rudely interrupted by Owen as we fade out.

DING! DING! DING!

"Thoughtless" by Korn begins to play as Owen James steps out from behind the certain. He stands in front of it just gazing around the audience; he smiles nervously as he heads towards the ring.

Justin: Making his way to the ring... from Kansas City, Missouri... weighing in at 200 pounds... Owen James!

Owen walks around the ring looking at fans at ringside. He steps up the steel steps with caution then walks along the ring apron, holding onto the top rope with both hands as he stares out at the crowd, absorbing the atmosphere before turning and climbing into the ring. The referee walks over to him and checks for foreign objects before he steps into his assigned corner and rests his upper back against the turnbuckle as his music fades away.

Justin: And his opponent...

The lights dim as the energetic riffs of the intro to "Sleep Now in a Fire" blare through the arena's loud speakers. Red and green lights begin to flash wildly as the drums kick in.

"YEEEAAAAAHHHH!"

Eternidad rips through the curtains, arms extended in the air as he spins in place riling the crowd up with hand gestures. He stops and stares out into the crowd before heading down the ramp in a slow march to the beat of the song. He interacts with the fans as much as he can, handing out high fives and pointing to a select few.

Justin: From Zacatecas, Mexico... weighing in at 179 pounds... Eternidad!

As the song comes to the chorus, Eternidad suddenly rushes down the aisle and slides into the ring with a suicide dive under the bottom rope. He cuts his way to the middle of the ring where he rolls forward to the back of his neck and uses the momentum to complete a no hands kip-up back to his feet. He then rushes the corner and swiftly runs up the turnbuckles and flies off with a high-soaring, slow moonsault, contorting his body to be shaped like a cross the entire length of the flight, back to his feet in the center of the ring where he drops to his knees and brings his hands to the side of his body to form his signature pose. He then stands and acknowledges his opponent as he goes to shake the hand of the man he is about to face but Owen James ignores the gesture.

DING! DING! DING!

Owen grabs Eternidad and chucks him through the air from the center of the ring and in to the corner.

Simone: What an impressive display of strength from the awkward Owen James.

Owen James goes to work on the gut of Eternidad, kicking and punching the smaller man in the corner. He grabs Eternidad's by the neck and then lands a hard haymaker into the nose of Eternidad, which drops him down to one knee.

Simone: Owen James is being aggressive from the onset. He's like a beast out there!

James whips Eternidad into the opposite turnbuckle and this time he runs up and hits a thunderous clothesline that knocks Eternidad down to the mat. He grabs him up by his mask and then scoops him up before dropping him on to the mat with a hard slam and then goes for a cover and Bruno Matteo drops to the mat for the count.

Simone: He goes for the quick cover.

One!

Two!

Adams: Three!

Simone: No! He kicked out!

Owen kicks Eternidad in the face, which knocks him right back down to the ground. He bounces off of the ropes and hits a discuss leg drop right across the face of Eternidad. James lets Eternidad get to his feet and when he gets up, he charges at Owen James but he is met with a hard elbow right in the face. As Eternidad steps back in a quick haze Owen lunges at him with a hard shoulder block that sends the former Mexico native down to the ground. Owen James picks Eternidad up and throws him into the corner with a hard Irish whip.

Simone: That has to hurt!

As Eternidad lays up against the turnbuckle, Owen James walks over hits and him with a discuss punch, which sends his opponent down to the ground. Owen grabs the tope rope and puts his boot on the neck of Eternidad and pushes down hard choking him. Bruno Matteo walks over and starts the count.

One...Two...Three...Four...

Owen James breaks the hold just before the referee gets to the five count. He runs back over and kicks Eternidad right in the mid-section as he tries to get up off the mat, which sends him right back down.

Adams: The more aggressive Owen James is starting to really take over. His ferocity may be too much for Eternidad to overcome.

Simone: I wouldn't be too sure of that.

Owen James runs back over to the corner and before he can get another kick off, Eternidad trips him, sending him head first into the ring post.

Simone: Can you believe that!?

Eternidad staggers to his feet, regains his composure, and then goes after Owen James who is lying on the mat. He runs over and starts to drop bombs on the face of the big man. Eternidad stands up, runs over to the ropes and jumps up, bouncing off and executing a picture-perfect springboard moonsault. He hooks the leg as Bruno Matteo drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Adams: And a kick out by James!

Owen James throws Eternidad off of his chest and up in to the air. Both men get up but before Eternidad can do anything, he's met with a big boot right in the face. Owen James peels Eternidad up off of the mat and whips him into the corner. He gets on the second rope, facing Eternidad, and then begins to pummel his opponent.

Crowd: One... Two... Three... Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight... Nine... Ten!

Owen James drops down off the second rope and then whips Eternidad hard into the opposite corner. As Eternidad bounces off the turnbuckles, Owen James grabs him and plants his head into the mat with a snap DDT.

Crowd: Ooooh!

Simone: What a move! We're gonna have new ASW Heavyweight Champion!

One!

Two!

Adams: And a kick out by James!

Frustrated, Owen James picks Eternidad up off of the mat. He grabs him by his head and then throws him, still by his head, up over the top rope and down to ringside.

Adams: Oh my god! Did you see that!

Owen James steps through the ropes and then down to ringside. He picks Eternidad up and then body slams him on to the concrete floor. After a moment, Owen James picks up Eternidad and slides him back in to the ring, realizing that he could cost himself the championship. He goes to pull himself up on to the ropes but before he can get inside, Eternidad runs over and dropkicks him back down to ringside. Seizing his opportunity, Eternidad bounces off of the ropes on the other side of the ring and flies over the top rope, crashing into Owen on the floor.

Crowd: POP!

Simone: WOW!

Eternidad peels James up off of the concrete and slams his head into the steel barricade, busting his nose wide open. He then whips him into the apron and follows it up with a hard knee to the gut. He follows the knee up with hard lefts and rights and to the mid-section of Owen and James seems to start to lose a bit on consciousness. Looking to end things, Eternidad tosses James back into the ring. He slides under the bottom rope himself, and waits in the corner as Owen stumbles to his feet in a daze.

Simone: He's just waiting for him!

Adams: What's he gonna do?

As James gets to his feet and his back to Eternidad, the Mexico native runs over and jumps up, grabbing him by the back of his shoulders and pulling him down into a backstabber.

Adams: Ouch!

Eternidad jumps up and calls out to the crowd. He walks over to one of the corners and climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle. He stands tall, looking down to a lifeless Own James, and then launches up into the air. He does a backflip looking to land his Shooting Star Double Knee Drop but as he comes down, Owen James sticks his leg right into the air catching Eternidad right on the chin.

Simone: What a counter! Eternidad is out cold!

Again, Owen stumbles to his feet. He picks Eternidad up, sticks his head between his legs, and drives his face into the canvas with a Pedigree.

Simone: REVOLUTIONISED! This thing is over!

James flips over Eternidad and covers him up as Bruno Matteo drops for the count.

One!

Two!

Three!

DING! DING! DING!

Justin: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEEEEEW ASW Heavyweight Champion..... OWEN JAMES!

The cameras take us backstage at the Birmingham National Indoor Arena where the atmosphere is very busy with various S.C.W. staff members running around making sure everything is ready and in place for the show. A few wrestlers both from the Men's and Bombshell's division can also be seen, some stretching out while others just talking to each other. The cameras pan around the area for a few seconds as into the view walks Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. Dressed in his new ring gear which consists of a red singlet with BHBE in black lettering across the chest and S.C.W. in black letting on the left pant leg, black boots and his hair in a ponytail. He walks through the halls pushing his luggage as he is approached by Ms. Rocky Mountains who has a microphone in her hand

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Excuse me Bruce, Mr. Evans can I have a quick word with you?

Bruce completely ignores Rocky as he continues walking through the halls, she begins walking behind him with the microphone pointed at him giving him chase

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mr. Evans, you have a big match tonight, what are your plans to win that match?

Bruce still ignores Rocky as he continues walking. As he reaches a door labeled "Private Do Not Enter" he stops, looks around and begins to turn the knob to the door

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mr. Evans, what's in that room? Bruce how are things with your wife?

At the mentioning of the word wife Bruce stops, looks back at Rocky who has a nervous and curious grin on her face and snatches the microphone from her hand

BHBE: Ya know, you are one nosy bitch aren't ya? My personal life needs to be left at just that. Now if you don't mind I've got things to do.

He pushes the microphone into Rocky's chest as he again reaches for the door knob

Ms. Rocky Mountains: So how do you ready yourself for a match when you and your wife are going through so much...

Bruce turns around and the look on his face is that of anger. He looks Rocky up from head to toe as she stands there now looking scared with Bruce getting closer to her

BHBE: Tonight I am a professional. Tonight I teach those other men in our match what a Legend is all about. I represent myself to the highest power tonight and I promise I will win that title and become your first ever S.C.W. Internet Champion. Now as for you, Ms. Big Titties you wanna know what's going on with Kimberly and I....

Just as he is about to finish the sentence the camera pans over to show Kimberly Evans entering the building. Bruce stops mid sentence as he and Rocky just stand there staring at Kimberly. Bruce gets extremely close to Rocky as he notices Kimberly staring at the two. Out of no where he grabs Rocky's face and plants a big tongue kiss on her. As he lifts her back up she wipes her mouth as her expression is of shock and confusion. Kimberly approaches the two quickly, slaps Bruce and throws some papers at him as she takes off running down the halls. Bruce just smiles as he begins picking the papers up off the floor

Ms. Rocky Mountains: What the hell was that Bruce?

Bruce still on the floor picking up the papers looking up Rocky's skirt, she frowns as she scoffs at him and begins walking off. Bruce gets up with the papers in his hand and begins to look around laughing. He turns around and finally opens the door to the room marked "PRIVATE". A huge cloud of smoke instantly escapes the room and loud rap music is heard playing in the back. The camera does not show what or who is in the room but a lot of laughing can be heard as Bruce slams the door behind him and the scene fades

Love the Way You Hate Me - Like a Storm bursts over the speaker system, the arena instantly livens up as the crowd stand to their feet, at first it is a mixture of boos and cheers, but pretty quickly the majority of the cheers are overtaken by boos as well. The arena lights slightly dim as an explosion of sparks and mini fireworks erupt at the top of the entrance ramp. As the explosion fades Andrew Watts comes walking down the entrance ramp, Watts has a straight grin on his face as he looks around the crowd. Dressed in a pair of blue Diesel jeans, his white blood stained REJECTS t-shirt, and his hair neatly fixed. Watts smirks as he makes his way down the entrance ramp, staring ahead at the ring.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the Outlaw... Andrew Watts!

Simone: What is he doing out here? His match isn't up for a while...

Adams: I'm not sure, probably diss the SCW some more? I can't stand this guy.

Simone: But he sure has been impressive.

Adams: Yeah, I guess.

Watts makes his way to the ring as he hops up onto the apron. Watts pauses for a second, holding onto the top rope, staring into the ring before he enters in through the middle rope. Watts walks to the center of the ring where he pauses for a second once again, looking down at the ground for a few seconds, our cameras staring straight at Watts. Watts head shoots up, looking forward, his right arm shooting into the air, his hand in the renegade formation(Kliq sign). Watts stands like this for a few seconds still getting a quite mixed reaction from the European fans.

Adams: This guy thinks he is all that, I really can't wait to see him get shut up by Wallace Jordan tonight...

Simone: Let's just hope that Wallace has enough in him to shut up Andrew Watts.

Adams: Oh he does... I know he does.

Watts is handed a microphone by Justin Decent as his music is cut off. Watts takes the microphone into his hand as he stands in the center of the ring for a few seconds, not saying anything, the microphone still lowered. Watts glances towards the stage, he was used to being interrupted so why not keep the focus there from now? Watts then looks around the crowd, most of them throwing boos and insults his way, a few actually cheer for him. Watts waits for the crowd to calm down a bit, a straight face as Watts lifts the microphone up as he began to speak.

Andrew Watts: 6 weeks ago, November 30 at Climax Control 100... Wallace Jordan comes out here to talk himself up a bit. He starts off by greeting all of you, talking about some pointless bullshit encounters he went through that day, shit that nobody even cared about... especially me, especially all of you. He then went on to talk about how he wants to be a "jobber" or some shit, again... more pointless talk. He followed this up by talking about the fact that he can put up a super good fight, and complaining that he wasn't booked to wrestle on the so called biggest Climax Control ever, the 100th edition. Well, then I decided to interrupt him... why? Mainly because he was boring, and I decided to make it interesting, and I did. I came out here, saved all of you fans the headache, saved a few fans from leaving the building early because of Wallace... and well, I put him in his place. Told him how annoying he was, how stupid he sounded, telling him basically that nobody in the arena, or anywhere in the world for that matter gives a shit about him or anything he has to say. Of course, Mr. Big Good Fighter didn't like this, he threw a little cowboy tantrum, fell off of his high horse... pun intended... and basically told me to go down to the ring and have a match with him. But you see, the timing wasn't right, it didn't feel right... it wasn't what I wanted, and it wasn't going to happen. So I told him to keep dreaming about his fantasy match with me, and to watch his back... and I moved on.

Watts pauses, lowering the microphone for a second.

Adams: Wow, I feel like Wallace should just come out here and end this right here and right now, I can't take this guys cockiness anymore.

Simone: It will be ended tonight, but the question is... by who?

Watts looks around the crowd which is rather quiet, a few booing him, a few insults, but otherwise... pretty quiet. Watts raises the microphone up again as he continues on with his talk.

Andrew Watts: 5 weeks ago, December 7 at Climax Control 101... what a great start to the night we had in this one. The official formation of the REJECTS. Everyone knew there was something brewing, everyone saw something coming, but nobody knew exactly what. They saw the signs, everything pointing to some kind of takeover of SCW, and that is damn well what we announced, it's also damn well what we are doing. I think we proved it that night when we kicked ass all around; I destroyed Drexel Matheson, Gavin Stephens destroyed Hydro... just like I did a couple of weeks before, Mikah beat the living hell out of Mimi Winters, and Jemma Asar, and Kaelin... destroyed Lord Raab, and Johnny Ajax... plus he came up with the name of the Dick Lick Clique for the idiot Players Club. Not only did we go 4 for 4, but we proved our point... and we continue to do so, which is why 3 of the 4 REJECTS will walk out of here tonight with Championships around their waists, which is why I will beat the living hell out of Wallace Jordan, and make him regret ever talking back to me... just like I did that night, 5 weeks ago. Wallace thought he was going to be in a tournament match for the SCW Roulette Championship, cute... but wrong. Wallace was pumped, his music was playing, and he came out ready to fight Chris Shitman. But just as Wallace started his way down the ramp... BAM! Steel chair tot he back... BAM! Another steel chair shot... Wallace hit the ground, Peggy "Puppies" Sue and Clint "Wannabe" Outlaw tried getting in the way, but once they got a glimpse of the chair they BOTH backed off... Clint claims to be so tough too, afraid of a little steel chair. I wasn't done though, I locked Wallace up in a front facelock and made him scream, made him tap all over the entrance ramp. I wasn't done either... I pounded away, fist to face, fist to face, fist to face... until Wallace's blood was all over my hands, his forehead leaking like a damn faucet, and what did I do? I smiled...and just when I went to finish Wallace off for good, that IDIOT Clint Outlaw punched be in the back, biggest mistake of his life... because the next thing he felt was a clothesline that literally turned him inside out. He laid there next to his butt-buddy Wallace, I think they held hands actually until EMT's and backstage help ran out to try and help them... side note, you can't help inbreds like them. Wallace paid that night, but not nearly enough... and I showed him exactly why he should have never... eeeever mentioned anything to me about getting his hands on me, because The Outlaw always strikes first.

Watts smirks as he lowers the microphone, walking towards the ring ropes, leaning over them and staring down towards the entrance ramp.

Simone: Watts is really giving it to Wallace here, I'm surprise we haven't seen Wallace come out here yet.

Adams: That is because Wallace has class, he will wait for the right time... their match.

Watts brings the microphone back up to his lips as he holds it there for a few seconds, before he begins to speak again.

Andrew Watts: 4 weeks ago, December 14 at Climax Control 102... Wallace Jordan cut a promo on me from his home, because... why come to the arena and talk shit about me in the ring where I could get to him, right? Idiot... anyways, so we are in his house, it starts off with Peggy Slut talking about how I am a coward, how I beat down her poor cowboy, how he cried in Clint's arms all night and her big bad pussy didn't get none because Wallace was "injured" and couldn't please her that night... or any night for the matter. I'm pretty sure that's what she said, at least those are the words that I recall hearing, something about Wallace never being half of the man that Watts could be, and talking about the things she'd do if she could have just 12 minutes with Andrew Watts. Anyways, then Wallace shows up, all big, bad, and bandaged... and started talking about how I attacked him and left him for death... what the fuck is this guy smoking? I just hit him with a chair a few times and busted him open with my fists. That is nowhere near death, this guy is either a 10 out of 10 pussy bitch, or he just can't take a beating... he followed this up by saying he'd give me the best fight of my life and let's be honest here... we are in Europe, and I know many of you know me from the European Wrestling Federation, where I had put on hell of a fight after hell of a fight... we all know that the best fight of my life, won't be from Wallace, it won't even be close. I thought I was finally done hearing from the idiot inbreds for the night, but of course not... we can't forget about Clint Outlaw. Mr. Idiot came out to the ring, and basically cried on the microphone about how bad the clothesline I hit him with hurt, claimed that it was the worst attack of his life, kind of sad... I mean, I didn't even know he was there when I clotheslined him, I was honestly just stretching my arm out and it happened to hit him in the jaw... imagine if I was actually trying to clothesline him? Geez, poor guy right? I wasn't going to come out and embarrass him, I really wasn't... but he just would not shut the fuck up! He kept saying; Watts come out here , Watts I want your ass... gay right? Watts I want to beat the hell out of you, Watts, Watts, Watts.. I mean, fan boy much? Fucking A, I had enough... so I came out to shut him up as well. I tried talking him out of committing suicide, and by that I mean a match with me... but it seemed to be all he wanted... and after going back and forth with this drunken asshole... we ended up with a match, the next week, the biggest mistake... of Clint Outlaw's sad, lonely life.

Watts shakes his head as he lowers the microphone and pushes back off of the ropes, walking back towards the center of the ring.

Adams: Why is he giving us a recap of everything that we have seen in the last month and a half? I mean, we were all here...

Simone: I don't know Adams, why don't you go get in the ring and ask him that personally?

Watts stands center ring, lifting the microphone back up to his lips, a cocky grin on his face as he continues his... story...

Andrew Watts: 3 weeks ago, December 21 at Climax Control 103... the day Clint Outlaw would step into the ring with me... now prior to this match there was a bit of trash talk. You know, Clint saying that he could kick my ass, that he would kick my ass, that he would get drunk, and try to make out with me, a bunch of weird ass shit honestly. And well, I responded of course, told him that there would be no making out, that he smells, that he was just another hillbilly mistake, and that he shouldn't even be on this earth... and then, Climax Control came, the day that I would change Clint's life forever. Clint and I went at it, he actually knew how to fight... kind of. He gave it his all, and I gave it about a quarter of that... until he caught me off guard. Mother fucker bit me, and busted a beer bottle over my face. I mean, there is trashy cheap... and then there is even lower than that, and busting a beer bottle on someone's fucking forehead is what is lower than that... way to stay classy you piece of shit inbred bitch. I had to get stitches because of that, I haven't had stitches in years, I fucking hate stitches. Lucky for you, they're gone now, and all I have is this mini cut to show from it, I guess the job wasn't done good enough eh Clint? Clint thought he had it all planned out, he thought he had me all set up, but truly I was the one with the set up, I was also the one with a mouthful of Jack Daniels... and as much as I wanted to just take that down, because... who doesn't love some JD right? I kept it in my mouth, and just went Clint thought he could finish me... he had two eyes full of nice, warm, burning Jack Daniels. Clint cried out like a little bitch, blind like Stevie Wonder as he paced around the ring, trying to see, trying to figure out where he was... and then he found out exactly here he was, in the middle of a Highlight. Clint's face bounced off of the canvas and the next thing he heard was, 1..2..3, the sound of the bell, and the sound of my music. Clint was blind, Clint was out, and Clint was just another loser... but me? I had to send more of a message, it wasn't done yet. Clint actually stood to his feet, well with the help of whoever was refereeing that night, Drew Patton I think... and Clint went straight down! Bam! Chair shot, Bam! Another chair shot... and just when I went to end Clint, just when I had that piece of shit's arm wrapped in a chair and was about to rip it from shoulder all the way down to his forearm. Wallace Jordan decided to come down to the ring and interfere. Wallace threw a shot at me, he missed of course, but he didn't let me finish the job... the job that will be finished here tonight... I let Wallace have that moment of glory, I left the ring... I went in the back and I was going to find Wallace, lucky for him Alex Kaelin convinced me to just wait for Inception... he convinced me to wait until Inception to beat the living hell out of Wallace, to end his career, to do everything I have been waiting weeks to do. He told me not to do it that night, and to do it ALL at Inception... so I did. I went and got stitched up, and now...

Watts pauses for a quick second, a cocky smirk on his face as he continues...

Andrew Watts: It's Inception time mother fucker.

Watts nods his head as he drops the microphone, Love the Way You Hate Me - Like a Storm bursts over the speaker system as Watts hits the ground, rolling under the bottom rope, making his way up the entrance ramp, turning around halfway as he throws up the renegade sign once again, with his right hand. Watts has a confident smirk on his face... knowing that he will get to get his hands on Wallace once again in this arena tonight. Watts stops atop the ramp, raising both arms in the air, staring straight into the ring, as he nods his head twice, before exiting to the backstage area.

The camera is outside of the National Indoor Sports Arena, in the rear parking lot where all of the competitors and SCW staff park and enter the building. Two gentlemen are seen from the back, talking to the security guard stationed there. One of the men is short and pudgy, wearing a jacket and a cap. the other is much taller and skinner, hands tucked into his pockets as he slouches.

Gent #1: But see here, this is what we're trying to tell you. We have ourselves some right authentic VIP passes here.

Gent #2: Yeah! An' we were told these passes could get us backstage to meet all them SCW Bombshells.

Gent #1: An' the fellas too, don't forget them.

Gent #2: No, I suppose so.

The two then look back to the guard who has his arms folded across his chest and is shaking his head.

Security: And what I am trying to tell you two is that these passes...

He grabs them from the first man's hand and waves them in their faces.

Security: They ain't real! They ain't no good!

Gent #1: Now see here my good man...!

He takes a puff from his cigar and grabs the tickets back from the guard.

Gent #1: I don't know what exactly your trying to accuse us of, but as they say in France, you can lead a fish to water, but you have to walk really fast or he'll die.

The guard blinks and frowns.

Security: And what in bloody hell is that supposed to mean?

The second man elbows the first gently in the arm.

Gent #2: I guess he never been to France before, `as he?

Gent #1: I guess not.

The first man turns back to the guard.

Gent #1: Now would you mind telling me, my good man, what makes you think these here VIP backstage passes are not genuine?

The guard takes one more look at the tickets in question and then raises his eyebrows at the two in front of him.

Security: Well for one thing, the ink is wiping off on your fingers.

The first man looks down at his hands and shoves the tickets into the second man's hands.

Gent #1: Bloody hell! What a mess!

Gent #2: Whaddya giving them to me for? Now I'll...!

They hear a loud 'slamming' noise and they turn and see that the security guard has left them standing, stepping back into the building and shutting the door firmly behind them. They turn around...

The crowd in Birmingham cheers at the sight of the British icons of Delboy and Rodney! The two start to walk away when Delboy looks up at his brother.

Delboy: tell me something Rodney. Where did you happen to get these here tickets?

Rodney: From Trigger playing poker.

Delboy shakes his head and chomps his cigar as they walk off-camera.

Delboy: I don't bloody believe it, I just don't believe it

Rodney: But Del...

Delboy returns to in front of the camera, looking up at his taller younger brother.

Delboy: You forty two carot plonker, Rodney!

Delboy walks off the camera once more, but his voice can be heard trailing off

Delboy: What a wally! What... a... wally.

Justin: The following match is for one fall, introducing first weighing in at 165 pounds.... from Foshan, China.... Blaaaaasted Moooonk!!!

As Blasted Monks theme starts to play we see Monk walking down the ramp. A mix reaction is heard from the crowd as he makes his way to ringside. Monk gets in the ring and jumps on the top turn buckle. Monk is running on top of the top ropes, as he runs a lap around the ring from the top ropes. The fans cheer as he gets down and gets back in the ring.

Justin: and his opponent; weighing in at 230 pounds from Cologne, Germany.... Lord Raaaaaaaab

Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak wearing his red and black wrestling trousers with his nickname The Masked German Monster on the front of them with Monster Energy logos on the side of his trousers with black gloves on both of his hands and wears a black and red stripy mask and ignores the fans as he goes up the stairs before going in-between the ropes and crouches down in the corner moving backwards and forwards, rubbing his hands and moving his neck around while looking at his opponent with anger in his eyes while waiting for the match to start with Henry standing outside of the ring.

Both men stand toe to toe in the middle of the ring while the referee runs through the rules as soon as the bell tolls it's on as both Lord and Blasted come together for a lock up.

DING DING DING

Lord gets the upper hand as he is able to turn the lock up into a side headlock, the headlock is then transferred into an bulldog take down. While Blasted Monk is down Lord Raab gets back up to his feet and starts to stomp on his back.

Adams: Lord Raab getting in early.

Simone: Blasted needs to gain control now or this match will be all Lord's

Blasted Monk finally rolls out of the way and Lord is straight back on the attack as he scoops up his challenger lifting him high in the air for a scoop slam. Blasted Monk groans out in pain and discomfort as Lord rolls over and hooks his leg.

1...

1...1/2...

Kick out!

Adams: Not even close!

Simone: Mind games.

Lord doesn't look too disappointed as he gets back up to his feet bringing Blasted Monk up with him he starts to nail left and right fists into his face backing him up into the turnbuckle. Backing Blasted Monk right back into it he slices his chest with three loud chops sending the Sin City Wrestling crowd into a wooooooo frenzy.

Simone: I hate that chant

Adams: WOOOOOOOOOO!

Lord backs away and runs around the ring picking up speed before he comes crashing back in with a pancake splash. Blasted Monk staggers out of the corner but Lord nails him with a hard kick to the midsection doubling him over, Lord quickly catches his head and slams him down to the canvas with a DDT. Lord gets back to his feet and wastes no time running towards the ropes he uses them as a springboard as he comes crashing back in with a leg drop across Blasted Monk's throat.

Simone: Lord has to be careful here or he could find himself in trouble with the officials

Adams: I don't think he cares

The referee warns Lord about using moves like that but Lord just shrugs it off. Making his way back up to his feet Lord starts to circle Monk, almost stalking his every movement while the Monk tries to make his way back up to his knee Lord just kicks him back down to the canvas, playing with him like he is a toy.

Adams: And the dominance show down begins.

Simone: From size alone Lord Raab wins that, hands down.

Lord finally helps Blasted Monk back up to his feet but is quick to slice his arm across his chest once more with a chop sending him flying back into the ropes. Lord starts to rush towards Blasted Monk but Blasted has it spotted just as Lord is going to come in hot with a clothesline, Blasted steps out of the way but he pulls down the top rope sending Lord flying to the outside. Lord lands on the hard floor with a cold hard thud while Blasted Monk gains some recovery time.

Simone: Blasted it taking his time here.

Adams: He needs to stop wasting time and strike while the iron is hot.

Blasted Monk leaps around the ring picking up speed as he watches Lord stir on the outside making his way to his feet it doesn't take long for Blasted Monk to strike as he comes running around the ring before flying to the outside with a suicide drive.

Adams: AND CRASH!!!!

Simone: Lord Raab's head just smashed against the ground.

The Sin City Wrestling fans jump up to their feet and cheer as Blasted Monk makes his way back to his feet. Grabbing onto Lord this time the Monk pushes him back into the ring under the bottom rope. Blasted climbs up to the ring apron and uses the tope rope as an assist as he comes sling-shotting back into the ring with an elbow drop that lands perfectly square in Lord's chest. Blasted Monk than hooks the leg and goes for the win.

Adams: Here we go!!!

1...

2...

Kick out!

Simone: That was close!

Blasted Monk does argue he just gets back up to his feet and scoops Lord up with him, once they are on a standing base Blasted Monk unleashes a fury of martial art like kicks and jabs to Lord. Lord has his hands up in front of his face trying to cover up but Blasted just backs him up into the ropes. Stopping his assault only for a second Blasted Monk reaches out and whips Lord across the ring. Lord returns back heading towards Blasted Monk who is bent over looking for a particular move Lord spots this and he is quick to drive his elbow into the spine of Blasted.

Simone: Lord doing whatever her can here to immobilise Blasted.

Adams: He'll do anything for the win Belinda.

Lord is quick to sweep Blasted Monk's feet out from underneath him with a Russian leg sweep. Blasted doesn't stay down for long as he tries to regain control of the match by springing up to his feet, looking to land a fury of kicks but Lord Raab has him calculated and nails him straight in the face with a punch, followed by locking him in for a sidewalk slam. Lord hooks the leg once more looking for the victory.

1...

2...

No! Blasted Monk kicks out. Lord looks furious but he just gets back up to his feet. Scooping Blasted Monk up with him Lord Raab locks him in for a release German Suplex. Blasted Monk bounces across the canvas and the Sin City fans are electric as they cheer the brutality of Blasted Monk's head bouncing across the hard ring.

Adams: That was sick!

Simone: But the fans loved it!

Adams: These English people are awesome!

Lord Raab just fobs off the heat from the crowd as he makes his way over towards Blast Monk who looks to be taking a slight nap. Bending down Lord Raab scoops him up and quickly follows up with a European upper cut. Lord doesn't waste any time in lifting Blasted Monk off the canvas and lets him dangle in the air with a choke. The referee scoots around looking to see if Blasted Monk goes to submit but he doesn't. Blasted tries to wiggle himself free but it doesn't work so he wraps his long legs around Lord's waist and constricts his grip trying to take the wind out of him.

Adams: It's like a bear hug with his feet.

Simone: Let me guess awwwww?

Adams: Awwww indeed Belinda!

Lord finally lets go of Blasted Monk but Blasted holds on tight before driving his fists into Lord's face. Lord looks to help Blasted Monk down with a sit out power-bomb but Blasted Monk snakes around it, using his quick speed Blasted Monk is able to slide down Lord's body, he than delivers a kick to his midsection followed by a rapid THE BLASTED SLAM (angle slam) Lord is laid out and Blasted Monk crawls over and makes the cover.

1...

2...

3...

Ding, ding, ding.

Justin: Here is your winner.... Blasssssteeeed Monk!!!!

Blasted Monk gets to his feet and celebrates his victory with his hand raised in the air.

After the break, we return to see Bo Dreamwolf walking down the hallway, prepared for competition. He looked to be ready to compete for the Superstar Internet Championship. And who could blame him? Everything was about to be decided.. An interviewer started to approach him only for him to be cracked in the back of the head with a chair. Above him stood Gavin Stephens, smiling from ear to ear as he peered down at Dreamwolf.

Gavin Stephens: "You think it's funny?"

Gavin proceeded to kick him repeatedly in the back. Stephens then knelt down beside of Dreamwolf, looking him right square in the eye..

Gavin Stephens: "You want to screw me out of a win? You want to cheat ME?"

Obviously referring to the match they had weeks prior where Stephens had gotten his foot onto the ropes. Gavin pulled Dreamwolf up, only for Dreamwolf to catch him with a punch. Stephens was stunned, then immediately went for a boot to the mid section of Dreamwolf. Then out of nowhere, he was nailed with the Vision Quest!

Gavin Stephens: "This is what happens. This is what happens when you screw with me, Bo."

Some tables nearby were set up with various supplies for the show, a couple of chairs, and various weapon like things sat on them. Only for Stephens to head to the table and flip it over on top of Dreamwolf, covering him with the discarded items from the table.

Gavin Stephens: "I suggest you remember this."

Gavin smiled from ear to ear as he smugly walked away. Could this man be the future Internet Champion? We were for sure about to find out whether that was, or was not the case. The camera zoomed in to see Dreamwolf moving around under the table as various trainers and the like moved in to check on the veteran.

At ringside, Belinda Simone leans in close to look at her monitor with a frown, then casts a glance over her shoulder towards the VIP luxury box. She quickly looks back down at the monitor and then gives Jason a sharp elbow to the arm.

Adams: Ow! What did I do?

Simone: Nothing ... yet. Tell me I'm seeing things.

Adams: You're seeing things.

Simone: Do you really mean it?

Adams: No I'm just repeating it.

Simone: You...! No! Take a look at the screen and up there! Am I seeing what I think I'm seeing!?

Jason leans over and looks first at his monitor, then at his own.

Adams: Ohhh yeahhhh!

He then looks back up at the luxury box and the camera switches to a closer shot of the VIP area and many are quite surprised to see none other than the Royal Family themselves seated in the luxury box amidst security but watching the evening's encounters inside of the ring in comfort and style.

Adams: Yeah, it's the Queen and the family. So? THE QUEEN AND HER FAMILY!?

Simone: Not just that you noodle head! Look closer!

Jason looks closer at the monitor...

... and the camera catches what Belinda is referring to as seated on the sofa between the Queen herself and Kate, are none other than Despayre (with Angel on his lap) and Melody Grace!

Jason slowly looks up and shares a glance with Belinda.

Adams: Um.... Despayre and melody are having tea with the Queen of England?

Simone: Sometimes I wonder why I don't just go along with these things.

The first thing the camera picks up as it returns to ringside is an angled shot upwards of the six-sided SCW ring. Four structures have been set up against four neutral ring posts, and from each a cable is extended to the other posts, forming an 'X' in the center. And hanging from the center of that 'X', a brand new SCW championship belt.

Simone: That right there, ladies and gentlemen, is what this next match is all about! We are mere moments away from crowning the very first SCW Internet Champion!

Adams: Oh boy! Oh boy! Oh boy! I can't wait! I feel like a kid at Christmas!There's nothing more fun and exciting than crowning a new champion!

Simone: Or prestigious! Whoever walks away from this match will have the honor of going down in history as being the first ever SCW Internet Champion! Here are the rules...

Adams: You know what I just realized?

Simone: That Mars Bars are made right here on Earth?

Adams: Oh please! I've known that for at LEAST a few years now! No, I mean that being a gauntlet, the match may be over with before everyone's even made it to the ring!

Simone: Very good, Jason. I promise it'll only hurt for a little while. Yes, it is true. the match could be over and we might have a new champion before even the fifth or seventh, or even third wrestler makes it to the ring.

Adams: And that would suck major donkey balls.

Simone: That is indeed one way of putting it, but let's kick things off shall we and see the first two Superstars to enter!

Referee, Drew Patton, stands at ringside, watching, as Justin Decent stands ready to begin the introductions.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the Ultimate X Gauntlet match to determine the brand new Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion!

The crowd cheers.

Justin: Introducing first participant number one...!

The lights go out and a white strobe flashes as "Not Going Away" by Ozzy Osbourne plays. A figure appears in front of the white strobe which turns into a steady red light revealing Chris Shipman.

Justin: From West London, England ... CHRIS SHIPMAN!

He is carrying his trademark barbed wire noose in his hand as he slowly walks to the ring. He slithers under the bottom rope and taunts the crowd before taking a seat in the corner waiting for the match to start. The music fades and the lights come back on.

Justin: And his opponent...

Monster by Skillet starts to play over the sound system, as thick smoke and red strobe lights flash near the backstage entrance. The music plays for several seconds before the Sin of Wrath, Rage, appears from behind the curtain.

Simone: Oh my god...

Adams: OH MY GOD!

Rage raises his clenched fist above him, eliciting a mixed reaction from the crowd. He makes his way to the ring with a dark almost demonic look on his face. Once he gets to the ring, he pulls himself up to the apron, using the second rope, then steps over the top rope to enter the ring as his music dies down.

Simone: I don't believe this! Two members of the Seven Deadly Sins are going to start this match -- against each other!

Adams: This is great!

Shipman and Rage step up to the center of the ring, dark smiles on their faces and nodding their heads, drawing nose to nose as the opening bell rings!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

And at the sound of the opening bell, the two members of the Seven Deadly Sins come up swinging, trading bone jarring blows to one another's heads and faces as the crowd rallies positively!

Adams: Will you listen to these people!? I thought the Sins were heels!

Simone: Love them or hate them, the fans are thrilled to be seeing these two guys just tear into one another!

Shipman changes tactics and brings a boot up into Rage's midsection, then goes to throw another right hand into Rage's skull, but the Sin of Wrath blocks it and he grabs Shipman by both sides of the head and drives a head butt right between his eyes. Shipman staggers back into a corner where Rage comes in and he starts unloading lefts and rights, throwing heavy handed shots into Shipman until Chris is driven down into the corner and onto his backside!

Adams: I can't imagine Synn is too happy about the way these two are fighting!

Simone: It's all about bringing another title home to the family. I think he'll understand.

Rage then presses a boot hard into Shipman's throat and chokes him out with the referee powerless to do anything to stop him as Drew is only there to declare the victor! Finally Rage stops choking his teammate and grabs a handful of his hair, dragging him roughly to his feet. Rage sets him up for an Irish whip off the ropes and goes for a big boot, but Shipman bocks it and holds onto Rage's foot. Shipman smiles sadistically and throws the boot down and lunges forward, clotheslining Rage down to the mat!

Simone: I don't know of very many men who can take Rage to the mat with that much ease.

Adams: Figures it'd be one of his own who managed it.

Rage starts to sit up and shake the cobwebs, but Shipman pounces on him, straddling his chest throws lefts and rights into his exposed head, and then returns the favor from earlier by wrapping both hands around Rage's throat, choking him!

Simone: Rage once stated that he did not know who Chris Shipman was, and I think the big man is getting a feel for just that here and now!

Shipman climbs off of Rage, pulling him up along with him and slams an axe handle blow into his back. Shipman then Irish whips him into the ropes and as Rage comes off the ropes, the two collide in a shoulder tackle but neither moves! The two stare at one another and then they rebound off of neutral sides of the ring and collide again, and again neither moves! Shipman then races into the ropes and as he comes off, Rage suddenly sweeps him off of his feet into a bear hug and slams him hard into the mat!

Adams: Oh he suckered Shipman into that one!

Rage stands up and looks first down at Shipman, then up at the championship belt. Rage smiles and starts for the corner where he begins to climb when the countdown clock flashes on the SCW-Tron...

10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1

The horn blows and from out of the back emerges...

Justin: From Calgary, Alberta, Canada ... BLAQUE HART BRUCE EVANS!

The Canadian National Anthem, 'Oh Canada' plays and Blaque Hart emerges in his splendor and casually walks towards thee ring as if without a care. He ignores the fans around him and arrives at ringside, watching Rage with interest before he rolls inside of the ring. Rage starts to grab hold of one of the cables to move toward the belt when Blaque Hart hits the ropes, causing the big man to lose his balance and fall, catching his leg on the top rope and he hits the mat!

Adams: Oh that may have caused Rage to blow out his knee!

Simone: It's not as if Rage hasn't had knee problems in the past! It seems Bruce may have done his homework tonight!

Bruce starts laying in the boots to Rage who is holding his leg in pain, then Blaque Hart turns as Shipman is getting to his feet and Evans races right up to him and lays him out with a Shining Wizard!

Adams: Bruce is on fire, isn't he?

Simone: And he had best keep it up because now that there is a third man inside of the ring, I doubt the two Sins will be targeting each other. Shipman and Rage have Bruce Evans to take out their aggressions on.

Rage uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet but Bruce is right over there, pouncing on him like a wildcat and throwing hard shots at the bigger man. Rage fends him off, throwing him back down to the mat, but Bruce jumps right back up and on him, continuing his attack.

Simone: You may not like Blaque Hart Bruce Evans, but you can't deny that the man is determined!

Blaque Hart then rakes Rage's face and goes for an Irish whip but Rage powers out and reverses it. Rage swings for a clothesline but Bruce ducks under in a float-over and jumps on his back, grabbing Rage in a sleeper hold!

Simone: Brilliant strategy! If he can knock Rage out, it'll be easier to target the title over his head!

But as Bruce latches the hold on, Shipman comes up from behind him and clobbers him in the back with a double axe handle!

Adams: Yeah but he can't forget he has another member of the Sins in the ring against him.

Blaque hart slowly falls from Rage's back and Shipman hooks him up and brings him crashing right back down with a high angle back suplex! Rage shakes off the effects of Bruce's sleeper and the two Sins share a look, then look down at Blaque Hart...

Adams: Uh ohhhh!

Simone: I wouldn't be Blaque Hart Bruce Evans right now if you paid me!

And Rage and Shipman immediately go on the attack, laying in the boots to the prone figure of Blaque Hart! They drag Bruce to his feet and send him into the ropes, and on the rebound, they both grab him by the throat and...

Adams: Double Choke Slam!

10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1

Simone: Who's going to be next?

"Nightmare" by A7X starts to play and from behind the stage curtains emerges ...

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada ... JOSHUA ACQUIN!

Joshua races down to the ringside area and leaps up onto the ring apron and immediately jumps to grab the cable to scale!

Adams: Look at Joshua Acquin go!

Simone: The man has the right idea! He's not wasting his time going after the other combatants. He's going after the championship belt!

Joshua shimmies along the cable as quickly as he is able, when Rage notices the newest entrant and he grabs Acquin by the leg and tights and drags him down1

Adams: Thank god we're live! I think I just saw something of Acquin that's burned itself into my mind!

Rage pulls him to the mat but Joshua takes advantage of the big man's earlier offense and delivers a kick to Rage's knee, then runs off the ropes and clotheslines him, but to no avail. Joshua runs off of the ropes again and clotheslines him a second time but again, Rage does not leave him feet! Joshua opts for a new tactic and climbs to the middle turnbuckle in the corner and jumps off, going for a flying lariat, but Rage catches the smaller man in his arms and delivers a powerslam, shaking the ring from the impact!

Across the ring, Shipman tucks Blaque Hart's head between his knees and goes for a powerbomb, but the resilient Bruce counters, grabbing him in a front facelock and planting him with a DDT on the way down!

Simone: Great counter there by the veteran Bruce Evans!

Shipman rolls over slowly to his hands and knees, and starts to struggle to his feet, but Blaque Hart races up from behind and delivers an RKO face-first into the corner, laying Shipman's head into the turnbuckle! Blaque Hart then opts to forgo further punishment and he climbs the corner and starts to scale the cable, moving towards the belt! Rage pulls Acquin up by the throat and goes for a chokeslam but throws him down and instead goes after Bruce!

Adams: He's so close!

Indeed, Blaque Hart edges closer towards the Internet title belt when Rage comes up against him and grabs him by the feet and pulls but Bruce clenches his eyes shut and yells out, holding on!

10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1

Justin: From Superior, Wisconsin ... GAVIN STEPHENS!

"The Bad Guy" by Bronx Casket Company plays and 'the Notorious One' Gavin Stephens races out from the back!

Simone: The man who took Bo Dreamwolf out of this very match!

Adams: One down! seen more to go!

Gavin climbs the corner and leaps for the cable, and makes his way as quickly as possible over toward where Blaque Hart is hanging by his fingers as Rage continues to pull!

Simone: I think Gavin has the right idea! I believe he's intending to lend Rage a hand at getting Bruce Evans down from there!

Gavin gets close enough to where he kicks his legs out and wraps them around Blaque Hart's waistline in a body scissors over the mat! With the combined effort of Gavin and Rage, Bruce can't hang on and the two tear him down from the cable and both Evans as well as Stephens takes the brunt of the fall to the canvas!

Adams: I don't think Gavin thought that one through completely.

Simone: I believe he did. It was all about keeping the other man away from that title and he did just that, putting his own body on the line.

Joshua Acquin is back on his feet as Shipman rises face first in the corner, and Acquin comes up from behind with an avalanche splash to the back, crushing him in the corner. Shipman staggers back a few steps and Joshua grabs him in a rear waistlock from behind and lifts him up and over with a German suplex! Joshua hangs on, pulls him to his feet and hits a second ... and then a third!

Adams: Trifecta!

Shipman is down on his back, folded in half! Joshua grabs him by the legs and falls back, catapulting him across the ring and right into his own teammate, knocking Rage as well as Shipman to the mat in a massive pileup on the fallen Bruce Evans!

Simone: I never thought I'd feel bad for Blaque Hart Bruce Evans but that is over 500 pounds that just crushed him!

Hyped up on energy, Joshua turns around but Gavin Stephens is right on him, catching him with a leaping clothesline that almost takes his head off of his shoulders! Back in this one, Gavin bulls Acquin back into the near corner and he begins to drive the air out of his body with repeated shoulder thrusts to the midsection, over and over! Gavin then takes advantage of Joshua's posture, interlocking his arms and bringing him over into a butterfly back breaker, driving him right across his bended knee!

10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1

Justin: From Newark, New Jersey GABRIEL ASAR!

"I Will Not Bow" by Breaking Benjamin plays and Gabriel runs out from the back to the cheers of the fans! He races around the ring and climbs up to the tower and jumps as far as he can, grabbing hold of the cable close to the championship belt!

Simone: Smart move by Asar! He got as close as he could!

Adams: And all the other guys are preoccupied!

Shipman climbs off of Rage as they both get up off of the hurt Blaque Hart who struggles to recover. Shipman signals to Rage and sets Bruce up for a powerbomb, hauling him up into the air and Rage grabs hold of him, but Blaque Hart counters, grabbing Rage and scissoring Shipman, taking them both over with a London Bridge takedown!

Simone: Oh that was a beaut of a counter! Blaque Hart is really showing his technical prowess!

Adams: Yeah but somebody needs to do something about Gabriel Asar! He's almost there!

Gavin Stephens looks up and spots Asar, and hurriedly moves to the corner! He starts to climb up and moves after Asar from the opposite side of the ring.

Simone: I guess Gavin heard that high pitched fog horn you call a voice, Jason.

Gavin moves as quickly as he can, as Asar reaches for the belt but is not close enough yet. Gavin shifts closer and lashes out with his feet, double kicking Asar and trying to knock him loose but Gabriel fights back, throwing out his own kicks! The two men's legs get tangled with one another!

Simone: Look out for Joshua Acquin!

Joshua is on the top of the corner and he leaps with all he has, and collides with both Asar and Stephens in a double spear, and all three men come crashing down from high above to the canvas below!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Adams: I think that says it all!

Blaque Hart grabs Shipman in a side headlock and races up the ring ropes, using them as a springboard to plant Chris face-first into the mat with a bulldog! Rage is back on his feet, and Bruce literally pounces into the big man's arms, throwing rapid fists into his head, knocking Rage off balance and back into the near corner! Bruce then mounts the turnbuckles, pinning Rage in and he starts to throw fists into his skull, as the crowd counts along!

Crowd: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!

Rage then fights back, grabbing him around the waist and bringing him out of the corner, dropping him in an inverted atomic drop! Bruce lurches at the waist and Rage comes off the ropes with a clothesline!

Joshua Acquin grabs Gavin and drags him to his feet and throws a wicked right to the head, knocking him around and back into Asar, also back on his feet, and Gabriel hits Stephens with a European uppercut!

Adams: They're playing pinball with Gavin!

Both Asar and Acquin grab Gavin in a front facelock and they lift him up and over with a double vertical suplex!

10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1

Justin: From The Encephalon ... DREXEL MATHESON!

"My Enemy" By Hanz Zimmer blares across the sound system of the building and out comes the hardcore psychopath, Drexel Matheson, to the ring! He slides right in beneath the bottom rope and brings an uppercut right between Rage's legs!

Adams: If anybody ever thought Drexel Matheson fought fair, then they haven't been paying close attention!

Drexel then grabs Asar, tearing him away from Acquin and Gavin! Drexel lands three straight shots to the jaw, then spins around and lays Gabriel out with a discus lariat! Drexel then targets Acquin, jumping him from behind with a dropkick to the small of the back, sending Joshua through the ropes and to the floor! Drexel gets to his feet and turns around, and walks right into a downward spiral by Gavin! Gavin then peels Drexel up from the canvas and hauls him up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry! Gavin looks out to the capacity crowd and heaves Matheson over his head and across his bended knees...

Simone: Vicarious Visions!

Adams: Drexel may as well be out of this one!

And immediately Gavin steps over Drexel and climbs the corner, going after the championship belt!

Blaque Hart grabs Rage by the head and falls back, DDTing him! Bruce then spots Gavin making his way toward the belt and he quickly takes a page from Gabriel Asar's playbook and gets to the top of the corner as quickly as he is able, and jumps as far as he can to grab hold of the cable close to the belt!

Adams: They're both so close!

Both Gavin as well as Blaque Hart manage to get to the center of the cables and both start making grabs for the Internet belt while kicking at the other! They both hang on by one hand now, grabbing at the belt with the other while continuing to kick!

Adams: They've got it! They've got the belt!

Simone: But which one is going to make it away with it!?

Suddenly the crowd starts reacting to someone running down toward the ringside area!

Simone: Who...?

Adams: Austin! Austin Parker!

The manager of Bo Dreamwolf races down to ringside with a steel folding chair in hand! He slides inside of the ring, despite the official's objections, and swings the chair right into the back of Gavin Stephens! The crack of the steel greeting the body is heard throughout the ringside area and it is more than enough to cause Gavin to lose his grip and crash hard to the mat! Austin proceed to throw the chair down onto him and leave the ring as Blaque Hart pulls the belt free and falls to the mat!

DING!
DING!
DING!

Adams: He did it! Blaque Hart did it!

Simone: With a little assist from Austin Parker, gaining some revenge on behalf of Bo Dreamwolf!

The crowd cheers and boos as Drew Patton helps Bruce to his feet and raises his arms in victory!

Justin: Here is your winner, and the FIRST Sin City Wrestling Internet Champion ... BLAQUE HART BRUCE EVANS!!!

The crowd continues to react in a mixed emotion as Bruce holds the championship belt over his head! Suddenly the lights in the building turn completely off...

Adams: Ah! Hold me!

Simone: Jason Adams if you don't let go of me your teeth will be back in London before you are!

Moments of tense silence pass when the date of 01/11/2015 can be seen on the screen above the stage. The lights turn back on and the crowd ignites with cheers!

Adams: Oh my god! Look who's behind Blaque Hart!

Blaque Hart turns around to see...

Simone: It's Kain! Kain is back in Sin City Wrestling!

Blaque Hart takes an instinctive step back away from Kain, but then stands his ground and slings the Internet championship belt over his shoulder. He stares hard at Kain who stares right back, both men tense and ready to spring at a moment's notice! Kain's eyes then stray down slowly from Bruce's, to the championship belt over his shoulder. Kain brings his hands up and claps, applauding Bruce and then points at the belt, then at himself!

Simone: And I do believe Kain has just made his every intention clear!

Kain backs up slowly until he stands beside the ropes and steps back through, dropping to the ringside floor. Again Kain points at Bruce and his title belt as he backs up along the aisle and towards the back, Blaque hart's eyes never leaving the form of the returning 'King of Kings'!

Standing in the backstage area of the arena, "Stoner" Scott Oliver has the backdrop of a Sin City Wrestling banner hanging behind him. As he raises the microphone to his face, the SCW heavyweight champion Sean Jackson as well as Marshall Owens steps into view. As always, Sean is dressed in an Armani suit with the heavyweight title draped over his shoulder and Marshall Owens is dressed in a business suit and tie.

Scott: Sean, tonight you step into the ring with Drake Green and Gabriel, with the heavyweight championship on the line. After months of going back and forth, with Gabriel being involved over the past several weeks...

As Scott is talking, Sean is taking it all in, hanging on his every word.

Scott: Here we are once again with the three of you battling over championship gold.

Now this draws a smile from Mr. Jackson.

Jackson: No, no Scott. The three of us aren't battling over anything. I came here tonight as the heavyweight champion, and I'll be leaving here STILL the champion. I mean, come on Scott...let's be real here.

Sean sneaks a peak at Marshall before laying into his Inception opponents.

Jackson: Stepping into the ring with Drake Green and Gabriel is like watching that television show How I Met Your Mother. Drake is Barney Stinson and Gabriel is Ted Moseby...

The comparison brings a look of confusion to the face of Scott Oliver.

Jackson: Drake used to be concerned with the heavyweight title, but then success went to his head. Much like Barney Stinson, he decided that running through the bombshell roster was more important than any championship belt...

Sean raises his index finger.

Jackson: With the exception of the regional championship at laser tag, but we'll get into that later. It was as if the only playbook he was concerned with was...

He taps his chin several times, as if formulating the perfect example.

Jackson: Like, take for instance the professional wrestler.

Scott: Mr. Jackson, Drake IS a professional wrestler.

Sean rolls his eyes.

Jackson: No, it's a Barney Stinson type game in order to get into the pants of the bombshells. He walks into an arena, stadium, barnyard and he hits on anything with a pulse in hopes that he gets to play hide the salami. He'll make these girls think that he's a wrestler so they'll spread their legs for him...

A wide grin forms on the face of Marshall Owens. He's loving everything that he's hearing.

Jackson: Which is the ONLY reason why the heavyweight title was ever important to him in the first place. Well, that's not me and that's the reason why Mark Ward brought me into Sin City in the first place. He brought me in here to stop the madness, to bring legitimacy back to a championship that had been treated like a Snoop Dog track meet...

He brings his fingers to his lips.

Jackson: puff, puff, pass.

Momentary pause.

Jackson: All because Drake couldn't manage to keep it in his own pants long enough. But then...THEN...

Now Sean's face lights up as he changes attention from Drake Green to Gabriel.

Jackson: You've got the Ted Moseby wannabe Gabriel Stevens.

Scott: Okay, okay...I've got to ask. Why the comparison to Ted Moseby?

Jackson: Why, that's simple. Gabriel is here tonight, thinking that he's got the inside track on taking my heavyweight title from me. But what he doesn't realize is, he's beaten already and doesn't even know it. He's in his dressing room right now, thinking that the title is in the bag, and is completely clueless on the dark cloud that is hanging over his head as we speak.

The smile on Sean's face is long gone, replaced with a look of pure evil.

Jackson: He says that his wife Odette is supportive of this championship opportunity, that she's behind him 100 percent. But we all know that's nothing more than lip service. Even Odette herself has tried to convince us all of the lie, like she isn't going to care if she raises some snot nosed brat by herself. Well Odette, let's test that theory shall we?

As Sean motions with his hand, a woman who closely resembles Odette steps into view, holding a turnip in her hand. A split second later, a young girl probably 17 also steps into view, sporting a bad attitude and a very, VERY skimpy outfit.

Scott: Um, Sean. Who...

Jackson: You don't recognize them Scott?

Stoner shakes his head no.

Jackson: Why, this is Odette...

He points towards the woman.

Jackson: This is Gabriel...

He points to the turnip in the woman's hand.

Jackson: And this is their daughter...

As Sean points to the young girl, she blows a bubble and twists her blonde hair in her fingers.

Daughter: Yeah, whatever. Let's get this over with, I've got a date to go on.

She starts to look around.

Daughter: I hear Drake Green is here, and he's easier than I am. Maybe you can introduce me mom?

Scott can't believe his eyes or his ears. Everyone knows that Sean Jackson is a devious individual, but this goes beyond the level of poor taste that Mr. Jackson is capable of.

Woman: Sure honey, but only after mommy tests the waters first.

The woman tosses the turnip over her shoulder and begins to fix her hair. Prompting Sean to wave.

Jackson: Buh bye Gabriel...err, Ted. It was nice knowing ya.

At that moment, an individual who resembles Neil Patrick Harris (Barney Stinson) comes into view. He is wearing a Drake Green logo shirt and he stands in between the woman and her alleged daughter. As they begin to run their fingers through his hair, Sean quickly takes the opportunity to add fuel to the fire.

Jackson: Hey Drake, what's hanging?

The man looks at both the woman and her alleged daughter, then back to Sean.

Man: Absolutely nothing. But thanks for asking.

Scott can only shake his head. How dare Sean completely disrespect Odette, Gabriel, and Drake Green in this manner.

Scott: Sean, how can you be so...

Jackson: So now that Gabriel is out of the way, you still want that championship match?

Again, the man looks at both the woman and her alleged daughter. With a smile on his face, he puts his arm around them both.

Man: Nah, you go ahead. I only go after sure things.

With a wink, the man walks away with the two women.

Jackson: Yep, just as I thought. Hoes before championships, isn't that right Drake? But what else is new?

Immediately after asking the final question, the turnip is tossed back into view, which Sean catches in his hands.

Jackson: Hey Gabriel, fashionably late as usual. So what do you think Ted, is this match REALLY worth it?

Scott shakes his head again, as Sean continues with the blatant disrespect of Gabriel Stevens.

Jackson: Is it worth losing the match AND coming out of it a vegetable? Is it worth your wife playing how deep can it go with Drake Green?

Oh yes, Marshall Owens is loving what he's hearing. He knows that Gabriel HAS to be losing his mind right now.

Jackson: Or how about your unborn child Gab...err, Ted? If your child ends up being a 17 year old whore version of your wife, what are you going to do when she too, wants to feel the Drake Green showtime?

Marshall: waka, waka, waka...

They high five. As they do, they can hear seductive female voices coming from off screen.

Woman and daughter: Oh showtime, OH SHOWTIME!!!

Still looking at the turnip, Sean nods his head as if it was telling him something.

Jackson: You want to watch? sure thing Ted...

Sean tosses the turnip in the direction of the seductive moans.

Jackson: Have fun.

He then turns his attention back to a clearly disgusted Scott Oliver.

Jackson: What?

Scott: That was truly disgusting Sean. I couldn't believe that even YOU would be capable of garbage like that.

Jackson: What?

Scott: Not only did you insult Drake Green and Gabriel Stevens, but you targeted Odette Stevens and their unborn child. All because of a championship title.

That strikes a chord with the heavyweight champion.

Jackson: Not A championship title Scott, THE CHAMPIONSHIP TITLE. Look, the fact of the matter is this Scott. Drake Green has insulted himself by treating SCW as his own personal brothel. He cheapened this championship by cheapening himself and has no one but himself to blame for it.

Sean turns his attention to the camera.

Jackson: But the blame doesn't fall on just you Drake, Gabriel Stevens has just as much to shoulder as you do. The fact that I have to step into the ring with you two clowns if a travesty, and if it wasn't for the guarantee of an easy win, I would complain to the greatest owner on the planet in Hot Stuff Mark Ward. But hey, the destruction of two has beens here in England is an instant big money payday for Hot Stuff International, so I'm all for it.

Scott: Um Sean, I hate to be the bearer of bad news. But there isn't a Hot Stuff International. For months now, it's been dead and there simply isn't any way that it will ever be rekindled.

Sean is now staring daggers through Scott Oliver.

Jackson: But that's where you're wrong Scott. As long as Mark Ward is THE boss here in Sin City, and as long as I am the heavyweight champion. Hot Stuff International will NEVER be dead.

With that, Sean Jackson and Marshall Owens walk away, leaving Scott Oliver not only pondering the comment, but unfinished with his interview.

The scene opens on the backstage are here we find Necra and Joanne walking through the hallways going over their strategy for the night. As they turn the corner and Necra runs into someone. There stood Zuri folding her arms in front of her.

Necra: Look Joanne... The Lone Wolf Zuri Justice.

Joanne: How's the whole I'm walkin' away because I'm a side kick thin' goin' for you Zuri?

Zuri smirks a little before answering her.

Zuri: Shut up Joanne. Ever since I left you guys, I felt better. I got tired of being held back because you two wanted to be the ones who can get the job done. Oh wait, Necra failed against Mercedes and you couldn't put aside your hatred for Veronica long enough to actually be a decent tag champion. You talk about me like I am the only one who failed but clearly you guys failed more times than I did.

Necra: And yet I have a shot at what every last one of us have ever wanted... The Bombshell Title. Tell me Zuri do you really think you can get to where I am now?

Joanne: Besides tonight is goin' to be my night. By the end of this night there will be two champions standin' in front of you Zuri and once again you will walk away nothin'... As always.

Necra and Joanne just smile as they walk off leaving Zuri standing in the middle of the hallway clenching her fists as she watches them walk off as the scene fades to black.

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Tag Team Contest... Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Diamond... at a combined weight of , they are Sebastian and Jeremiah Hardin... R.O.A.R!!!!

A spotlight is shone on the ramp as Dark Tiger and Jeremiah stand on the ramp, and they head down the ring. The Fans go wild for them, and Jeremiah fist bumps with the fans. Dark Tiger steps over the ring ropes and Jeremiah lowers the ropes for Diamond as she enters and he enters the ring and they get in the ring, and Diamond rips off Jeremiah's camo pants to reveal his wrestling gear and she kisses Jeremiah and she leaves the ring. Dark Tiger pats Jeremiah on the back as they wait on their opponents

Justin Decent: And their opponents... At a combined weight of 472 pounds, they are Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell... DYYYYYYYYYYYYING BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDD!!!

The opening rift to Five Finger Death Punch's "Wrecking Ball" start to blast through the speakers, as red and gold lights flash across the building, synchronized to the beat of the drums. The fans look confused as the lyrics kick in.

Sliced up, shot down
Everybody bows down
Kill em all, let em fall
God'll sort em out
Ripped up, zip it up
Really never gave a fuck
Wrecking ball, fuck em all
Never had a doubt

I'm (never gonna be the one)
I'm (always gonna say what I feel)
I'm (always do what I do)
Sick of all the bullshit

Casey Williams walks out first, followed by Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell, and the trio look out upon the crowd.

Why should I
Always be the one to back away
Why should I
Have to be the one to not say what's on my mind
I'm a mother fucking wrecking
I'm a mother fucking wrecking ball

Andrew lets out a roar, his arms out wide before he looks around the crowd, focused. The Orange Hulk and Ivan starts to walk towards the ring slowly with Casey following in tow, stopping halfway down the ramp and turning their heads to look at the booing crowd, their thumbs pointing down. Andrew and Ivan shakes his head slowly and turns back to face the ring, walking down towards the apron. Andrew puts his hand on the rope, and pulls himself up on to the ring apron and steps between the middle and top rope, Ivan climbs into the ring as the duo staring around at the booing fans as Casey climbs over the top rope. Andrew and Ivan raise their arms as the fans boo louder.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: A lot of fans have been looking forward to this match up again.

Adams:These two teams have locked up before, but the returning Dying Breed seem to have a newly found vicious streak.

As both teams decide who is going to start this off, referee Holly Wood checks Ivan Darrell for any foreign objects. He holds his hands up in the air to ask if she is serious. She quickly checks Andrew Garcia as well as Ivan saunters over to the center of the ring where Jeremiah Hardin is standing, ready to fight. Ivan mouths off an insult at Jeremiah, and Jeremiah rebuts. Both men are smiling as they begin to circle one another. Jeremiah goes to tie up, but Ivan is ready for it, which causes Big Tiger to take a step back, goading Ivan. Ivan taunts Jeremiah, motioning him forward with his hands.

Adams: The suspense is killing me! I want to see Jeremiah slap the piss outta Ivan.

Simone: Trust me, you are not the only one...

Jeremiah goes in for another attempt, but Ivan slides behind him for a German Suplex. Jeremiah reaches his elbow back and gets the first strike on Ivan. He turns around for a Belly-to-Belly Suplex, but Ivan clubs him with both arms, breaking the hold. He sends Jeremiah against the ropes with an Irish whip, looking for a Big Boot, but Jeremiah ducks under it, bouncing off of the opposing ropes. He comes back with a Running Dropkick attempt, but Ivan side steps it. Ivan goes for a Bulldog on Jeremiah, but Jeremiah sends him flying into the ropes. Jeremiah waits for him to rebound, but Ivan grips onto the ropes, using the momentum to shove Hardin down onto the canvas while saving himself from what looks to be a roll up attempt.

Adams: This is a match of pure talent versus pure talent. It is like the Unstoppable Force meeting the Immovable Object.

Simone: As much as I hate to admit it, Ivan Darrell does have a great deal of talent. That doesn't mean that I can't wait to watch Jeremiah Hardin knock that cocky grin off of Ivan Darrell's face.

With Jeremiah down, Ivan bounces off of the ropes with a Leg Drop. He gets up from the mat and drags Jeremiah up with him. He taunts the audience before bringing him down with a quick, picture perfect Snap Suplex. He looks over to Andrew Garcia with a smile, tossing Jeremiah into his corner. Andrew Garcia gets in a few good punches before Ivan comes rushing at him with a Body Avalanche. Ivan flicks his fingers under his chin at the fallen Jeremiah Hardin, shouting as he falls. As he turns around Sebastian Hardin immediately meets him with a massive Clothesline. Andrew Garcia gets in the ring, but is quickly headed off by Holly. She orders him to his corner, threatening him. He waves her off, but she shoves him back to his corner. While Andrew contemplates the possibilities, Jeremiah spins him around and flings him over the top rope.

Simone: And Jeremiah Hardin is quickly back in the game!

Adams: It looks like he is a little more concerned about Andrew Garcia rather than the legal competitor here. That could be a very big mistake.

Jeremiah is ready to go after Andrew when Ivan comes up behind him, pulling him back in by the hair. He taunts the audience, pointing to Jeremiah when Jeremiah elbows him in the side. Ivan tightens his insulting grip on Jeremiah, pulling him up a little more straight. Jeremiah elbows him again, and again. He finally hits a forth that causes Ivan to nearly double over. He wraps his arm around Ivan's neck, nailing a perfect Spinning Neck Breaker. Ivan holds onto his neck and Jeremiah runs to the opposing ropes. He leaps onto the second one, looking for a Springboard Moonsault. Ivan moves out of the way, proud of himself. He stumbles to his feet, but he doesn't notice that Jeremiah has landed on his feet. He laughs and points at a fan in the front row, turning around to find a front facing Atomic Drop that nearly makes his eyes roll back. He turns around, doing his own celebration. He doesn't notice that Andrew has entered the ring. He rushes Jeremiah into his own corner, knocking into Sebastian Hardin!

Adams: Look at Andrew Garcia acting like his shit doesn't stink. He forced the first tag in this match, and Jeremiah isn't happy about this one bit.

Simone: That was a dumb move, bringing in a fresh opponent when your partner is out on the ground... Wait a minute...

Andrew pulls a stunned Sebastian Hardin over the top ropes. He sends Hardin into the opposing ropes, charging at him with a Short Arm Clothesline. He brings him back across the ring to the ropes where he repeats the maneuver. Once Ivan is up, he sends Hardin across the ring to him. Ivan hits a Drop Toe Hold over the middle rope and Andrew darts across the ring. Ivan gives him a bit of a lift as he leaps over with a Guillotine Leg Drop across the back of Sebastian's head. Holly shouts at Andrew for his interference, but he insists that he points to the tag rope he is picking up and grins a devious smile. Ivan saunters around the ring, pointing at Hardin and laughing. As the boos come through, Ivan picks Hardin up from the ropes. He picks him up, letting out a roar as he lifts Hardin above his head. He turns around, showing this off to everyone in the ring before dropping him down to the ground.

Simone: I hate to admit it, but that is an amazing feat of strength shown by Ivan Darrell. He is a couple inches shorter, and not quite as built as Hardin, but he just picked him up like it was nothing.

Adams: But look at him... He knows it, and he wants to make sure everyone else does too.

He shrugs his shoulders as he struts across the ring. He watches Hardin carefully as he gets up to his hands and knees. As Hardin stands up, Ivan charges at him with a Big Boot. After connecting with it, he stomps around in a circle, waving his arms up, shouting. Ivan struts over to his corner and tags Andrew Garcia in. The duo walks over to Hardin, picking him up from the mat. They wrap their arms around his neck and bring him over with a double Vertical Suplex, letting him hang in the air for a second. Jeremiah tries to get inside to save his partner, but Holly interferes, forcing him outside of the ring. Ivan gets in a few good stomps before exiting the ring. Jeremiah argues with the referee while Andrew stomps away at Hardin. When he is satisfied, he picks Hardin off of the ground. He flings him toward the ropes, but Hardin reverses it. As Garcia comes off of the ropes, Hardin goes for a Back Body Drop. Instead, he is met by a Jawbreaker. He bounces off of the ropes again and catches Hardin with a Yakuza Kick that sends him down to the ground. Andrew leaps onto the nearest turnbuckle and steadies himself. He is ready to leap off backward for something when Jeremiah Hardin runs over and trips him up, causing him to fall down to the mat hard.

Adams: That one could have been bad for Sebastian Hardin, but his partner was looking out for him.

Simone: Jeremiah seems pretty pleased with himself, but Ivan is in his corner fuming. He won't say anything because he and Andrew have been guilty of that the entire match.

Hardin gets up to his feet. He watches Andrew favoring his ankle, and he gets a sadistic grin on his face as he stalks about. He waits for Andrew to get to his hands and knees before dashing forward with a punt kick to his jaw. He picks Andrew off of the mat for a Scoop Slam, planting him down on his back. He presses down as hard as he can against Andrew's shoulders and Holly drops down for the count.

1!

2!

Simone: And a powerful kick out in the first pin attempt of the entire match. Hardin had to know that Andrew wouldn't be that easy to put away.

Adams: Even Andrew's partner knew it. He didn't even budge from his corner.

Hardin picks Andrew off of the mat and sends him at the ropes again. This time, both men have the same idea as they come colliding hard with powerful flying fists to each other's faces. Both men collapse down on the mat. Hardin rolls over and starts to crawl over toward Jeremiah. Andrew does the same, crawling over toward his corner. Hardin beats him there, leaping up to tag in a rejuvenated Jeremiah Hardin. He climbs in under the ropes with fire in his eyes. He grabs onto Andrew's ankle and drags him to the center of the ring. He drops down, digging his elbow into Andrew's knee. He wrenches it tightly until he sees Ivan trying to get past Holly to enter the ring. He lets up and mocks Ivan by flipping him off, shouting before laying in several kicks to Garcia's prone body. He looks over to Jeremiah with a nod, tagging him in. Immediately, they rush Ivan Darrell and knock him off of the apron and into the barricade where he hits his head, knocking him out. They then pick Garcia off of the mat and hit the Beast Mode! The crowd goes insane as Jeremiah drops down the pin!

1!

2!

3!

Justin Decent: Here is your winner... R.O.A.R.!!!

Simone: That one was over suddenly!

Adams: ROAR made short work of Dying Breed tonight!

Diamond rolls inside of the ring as she celebrates with her team. The fans cheer as we fade out elsewhere.

The scene opens on a dimly lit locker room, where we find Joanne and Necra. The two of them sit together going over a few things for their matches, and the rest of the night.

Necra: Did you see Zuri's face?

Joanne: Yeah. She thinks she real tough shit doesn't she?

Necra: Of course she does. She thinks she has a chance tonight in that match against you.

Joanne: She's not goin' to win that match no matter what she does. Besides I'm not worried about her... Roxi and Cindy are the two I need to keep my eye on.

Necra: I don't care who you destroy, just keep Zuri from winning that title. I don't care what you do to them... Just bring the glory and gold home.

Joanne: I plan on it.

The two of them look at each other with a smile of evil spreading across their faces as the scene fades out.

We find our way backstage to see Delia Darling standing by backstage with Holly Wood. Holly seems to feel rather awkward, her eyes looking around at everything, but Delia. Delia, however, seems to be rather confident as she perches her Bombshell Championship up on her shoulder. Delia looks over toward the camera, and then shakes her head.

Delia: No, z'is simply will not do. I look better from my right side. Plus, you always looked better from z'e left. Not z'at it matters much, of course...

Holly Really? You're gonna throw digs at me already? Couldn't you at least give me the goddamn courtesy of waiting 'til the interview starts to show them claws, hunty?

Delia flashes a toothy grin as she shakes her head in the negative. She switches the Bombshell Championship over to her other shoulder as she walks in a half circle around Holly. The camera adjusts as Holly rolls her eyes, turning to the other side. Holly sighs as she raises the microphone to her lips.

Holly Ladies and Gentlemen, I am standing by with your SCW Bombshell Champion, the notorious Queen Bee of the Mean Girls, and now she's recycling old Misty Living Dead Girl material because she can't come up with anything original... please welcome Delia Effing Darling!

Holly gives a slow, sarcastic clap as Delia flashes a faux friendly smile. She crinkles her nose as she adjusts her belt on her shoulder in a casual manner. She looks from Holly, over toward the camera as she composes herself in a professional manner.

Delia: I'd love to tell you z'at it is a pleasure, but I'm trying to be honest here.

Holly That would definitely be a first... But, let's revisit your history with opponents here in SCW a little bit. First, you were able to get Amy Marshall to tie you to a ring and beat you within an inch of your life with a whiskey bottle. Then, you got Misty to go nearly bat shit crazy, attacking you and your friends in publc. I didn't think it could get any worse than that, but... you've proved otherwise. Now, please tell us, how is it that you were, once again, able to bring out the worst in a challenger by driving someone so insane that they were willing to commit murder by running you over with a monster truck?

Delia smiles almost bashfully, taking this as a compliment more than an insult. She reaches back, pushing her hair out a little bit as she runs her tongue across her bottom lip playfully.

Delia: It is a gift, but much like a "fuck you" for Christmas, my gift is a curse. Allow me to be candid wi's you for just a moment, darling?

Holly You've never asked for permission before...

Delia: No, but we were once friends, and I would hate for you to have z'e wrong impression of me. Now... I inspire people. In one meeting, I inspired a young man to become ASW's first ever Heavyweight Champion. I inspire everyone to be better. It is what a good role model does, no? I mean, I bring out z'e competitive nature z'at is so lacking in z'e Bombshells Division. People want to be like me. Z'ey look up to me because I embody brains. I embody beauty. But most importantly, I embody talent. Nearly one year unbeaten in SCW, and my career as a whole. People see me, and z'ey see perfection, in and out of z'e ring.

Holly Very humbly stated, girl. Get ya modesty on.

Delia glares at Holly for a moment, as if to scold her for interrupting her. After a moment, she turns her attention back to the camera.

Delia: As I was saying... People equate Delia Darling wi's perfection. It is not hard to see why. Most normal, sane people would aspire to be like me. Z'ey would admire me, and do everys'ing in z'eir power to live under z'e delusion z'at z'ey could ever be like me. It's normal. But, people like Amy Marshall? People like Misty and Necra Octavian Kane? Z'ey envy me. Again, I can understand why. Look at me, totally obvis. Z'ey se me as a s'reat. Z'ey see me as someone who needs to be removed from z'e picture, because it is completely out of z'e realm of believability z'at z'ey could ever be as gorgeous, smart, or talented as me. Z'ey could never take an old tag team wi's big dreams and little pay off, and transform it into a wrestling empire z'at is rivaled by no os'er. No one cares about z'em. I do feel sympas'etic for z'em. But, I did not become z'e best Bombshell Champion in SCW history by being nice and understanding.

Holly You certainly did not. That is a fact.

Delia: No, I became a champion by taking down every obstacle z'at was put before me, dilligently reminding women z'at z'ey are benea's me, because z'ey are. I've taken down z'e best z'at z'e business has had to offer me, and I expect I will retire wi's z'e belt in my possession. Now, since you are not doing your job, I will be kind enough to address Necra for z'is evening...

Holly Girl, you haven't shut your mouth long enough for me to ask a second question.

Delia: You see, Necra will be no challenge to me. Tonight, z'ere will be no monster trucks in z'e ring. Z'ere will be no corners to hide behind. Z'ere will be no Daughters of Darkness in z'e ring. Yeah, so any advantage she's had over me will not be present. I will walk out of here tonight wi's my championship still on my shoulder. She stands no chance, her nor any Jealous Janis. She...

*Ahem!*

Delia's eyes glance over to her left, looking annoyed at being interrupted. She scoffs as the camera pans over to see Erik Staggs standing across the hallway from her. She rolls her eyes and shakes her head before placing her hands on her hips.

Delia: Can I help you?

Erik: I need to see you in my office... right now...

Delia: I'm in z'e middle of an interview? Ugh...

Erik raises a manila envelope up for Delia to see. She stares at it for a moment before Erik's glare gives away the secret, but only to her. She looks over to Holly who is curious, but she doesn't even give an explanation as she just walks off from the interview. Holly tilts her head to the side as she watches on in curiosity.

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The camera does a closeup shot of the Bombshell Internet belt hanging from the center of the 'X' above the ring. It pans down to referee Jacob Summers at ringside, patiently waiting and looking up at the big prize.

Simone: And it is about time to crown the Bombshell Internet Champion in our second Ultimate X Gauntlet match. Let's have a brief rundown of the rules, once again.

Simone: Now let's get this underway!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, this contest is the second Ultimate X Gauntlet match to crown the first ever SCW Bombshell Internet Champion!

The fans in attendance cheer!

Justin: Introducing first, participant number one...!

The arena fades to black before Dirty Little Girl by Burn Halo begins to play and the arena then flashes with hot pink, neon green, and purple lights. Mikah soon makes her way out onto the stage, one hand on her hip the other by her side. She stops in the middle of the stage before rolling her hips to the left before continuing her way down the ramp. She jeers at the crowd before rolling her eyes at them and ignoring them. She jogs up the stairs before strutting two steps onto the apron then slowly getting into the ring between the bottom and middle rope, dipping her upper body lower than her lower body to make her butt stick out a bit.

Justin: From New York City ... MIKAH!

She then moves to the middle of the ropes and steps on the bottom one before leaning suggestively over the top rope as if to give the crowd a glimpse of her chest but then pulls back and steps down. She moves to the corner, leaning against the turnbuckle.

Justin: And participant number two...!

"No red lights, down to ride all night, oh
Tell me that you're ready 'cause I don't wanna hit and run"

"Excuse me, can I lift you up and take you there?
I set the mood right when I light it up, light, light it up
Had me from the first hit
Never felt this high before (oh oh oh oh oh)
So why don't we take it back
To my place at last (oh oh oh oh)
(Don't wanna hit and run)"

"Hit And Run" by Breathe Carolina plays across the Birmingham National Indoor Arena and Mimi Winters runs out from the backstage area. She starts to slide into the ring when Mikah attacks immediately, prompting the bell to ring!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Adams: Mikah is starting things off fast!

Simone: The better to end this quickly and become the champion!

Mikah brings a clubbing double axe handle down across Mimi's back, then grabs her by her hair, drags her to her feet and sends her flying out through the ropes and to the ringside floor!

Simone: Smart tactics by the lone female in the Rejects! Get the opponent outside where it'll take longer for them to interfere in your retrieving the championship belt!

And immediately Mikah climbs to the top of the closest corner with the steel structure and she grabs hold of the cable and begins to maneuver herself across the cable and closer towards the Bombshell Internet belt.

Adams: And there she goes!

A dazed Mimi Winters gets to her feet and sees her opponent already so close to her goal. Mimi then quickly climbs back up onto the apron and moves up the same structure that Mikah did and she starts climbing the same cable that Mikah is, but admittedly faster.

Adams: She's catching up fast!

Mimi gets closer to Mikah's back and quickly uses her legs to grab Mikah from behind in a body scissors, preventing her from getting any closer to the championship belt! Mikah screams in anger as Mimi draws her closer and then wraps an arm around her neck from behind and lets go, putting all of her dead weight on Mikah! Mikah finally loses her grip and both women plummet from the cable and crash land in the ring!

Simone: Good Christ! That impact could have broken something!

Both women have the wind knocked completely out of them and their trim but athletic bodies take a pounding from the sharp fall! They slowly get their senses gathered again and start to recover. Both Mikah and Mimi get to their knees in front of one another and Mikah throws a forearm shot into the side of Mimi's head and Mimi returns the favor with a heavy blow of her own.

10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1

Justin: From Charlotte, North Carolina ... 'THE NURSE' CYNTHIA WARREN!

"Get Well Soon" by Reggie & The Full Effect erupts across the arena and the fans cheer and whistle for Cynthia as she races out from the back at top speed!

Adams: Well helllloooooooooo Nurse!

Cynthia sides inside beneath the bottom rope and catches both Mikah as well as Mimi with a double dropkick, felling both women over to the mat! Cynthia quickly grabs Mimi up to her feet and throws her into the ropes and catches her with a sleeper slam! Not wasting any time, 'the Nurse' then grabs Mikah and goes to Irish whip her into the corner but Mikah manages to reverse it and send Warren in instead. Mikah charges her but Cynthia grabs her in a headscissors and takes her down to the mat with a swinging headscissors take down!

Adams: Damn the Nurse is on fire!

Simone: She is trying to wear down these two women as quickly as she can in order to try and claim victory.

Mimi is back on her feet and Cynthia strikes hard and fast with a forearm shot, followed up by a European uppercut that knocks Winters back into the ropes. Cynthia then goes back on the attack on Mikah, pouncing on her with a Thesz press and throwing rapid fire shots to her lovely face! The Nurse drags her up to her feet and launches her into the far corner. Cynthia then builds up a head of steam and goes for a Stinger splash but Mikah moves out of the way, allowing Warren to crash hard into the corner!

Simone: I guess it wasn't meant to last forever.

10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1

Justin: From Tampa, Florida ... ROXI JOHNSON!

Adams: It's Roxi! The former two-time Bombshell Champion!

Simone: And someone who many are saying is the odds on favorite to win here tonight!

"Outsider" by Green Day plays and the superhero Roxi comes flying out from backstage and straight down the aisle! Roxi climbs to the top of the nearest corner, but instead of jumping for the cable, she watches as Mikah and Mimi prepare to team up against the Nurse, grabbing her from the mat, and Roxi launches herself and nails Mikah and Mimi with a dual missile dropkick, bringing the fans to their feet!

Crowd: SCW! SCW! SCW!

As the Nurse prepares to go up against Mikah, Roxi grabs Mimi up from the mat and goes to send her into the corner but Mimi reverses it. Roxi then runs up the turnbuckles and launches herself backwards, wiping Winters out with a moonsault!

Adams: Boy if pins counted here tonight this one might be over!

Roxi then pulls Mimi to her feet once again and sends her into the ropes, but on the rebound as Roxi goes for a Frankensteiner, Mimi counters by dropping her straight down with a sit out powerbomb!

Simone: A simple but effective way to counter such a move!

Cynthia pulls Mikah up but Mikah grabs her by the head and drops to her knees, catching her with a jaw breaker. Mikah then races off of the ropes and performs a standing guillotine across the back of Warren's head, knocking her to the mat face-first!

10 ... 9 ... 8 ... 7 ... 6 ... 5 ... 4 ... 3 ... 2 ... 1

Justin: From Miami, Florida ... Desiree DRAKE!

"Lemonade" by Danity Kane begins to play and Desiree hurries out from the back and down the aisle, all but ignoring the fans who reach out to her. It is all business as Desiree climbs up to the top of the corner and jumps onto the cable, wrapping both her arms and legs around it as she shimmies closer!

Simone: Very smart move by Desiree Drake! Using her legs as well to keep the other Bombshells from being able to reach her!

Adams: Yeah but if she falls?

Simone: I imagine she thinks the risks of becoming the first Internet champion are well worth it!

Mikah has Cynthia's throat pressed across the middle rope, choking her while reading her the riot act! Mikah then backs up a step and delivers a running boot to the back of Warren's head, knocking her out through the ropes and prone on the apron. Mikah then spots Desiree and jumps, trying to grab her but is unable and misses! That's when a cease fire is temporarily declared and both Roxi and Mimi lift the 'Reject' Bombshell up onto their joined shoulders and Mikah then grabs two handfuls of Desiree's dangling hair, causing Drake to elicit an ear splitting scream!

Adams: OUCH!

Mikah pulls at Desiree's tresses and finally Drake is forced to release her grip and she lets go with her legs first, then her hands and she falls to the mat! Mikah holds her arms up in celebration when the celebration is cut short and Roxi and Mimi both fall backwards, driving Mikah down with a double Electric Chair drop!

Simone: Teamwork never lasts long in matches such as these where it is every Bombshell for herself!

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Justin: From Jersey Shore, New Jersey ... 'THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA' JOANNE CANELLI!

Adams: And here comes trouble!

"Run This Town" by Jay Z and Rihanna starts playing and the Jersey Devil Diva steps out onto the stage and surveys the chaos before her inside of the ring. She then takes her sweet time walking down towards the ring, a smile on her face and ignoring the fans.

Simone: Doesn't look very anxious to get in there, does she?

Adams: Just biding her time. That's how she got to where she is today.

Simone: You mean as a former multiple champion?

Adams: Er .... sure.

Joanne arrives at ringside as Cynthia goes for an Irish whip on Desiree but Joanne reaches in and trips Desiree to the mat, then holds her ankle and drags her roughly to the outside! Joanne then wraps her arms around her waistline and runs her back into the guard rail surrounding the ring! Joanne turns around and finds Cynthia launching herself out over the top rope, crashing straight into her!

Simone: This match can't end on the outside of the ring ladies!

Cynthia then goes to get back inside, climbing up on the ring apron but Roxi comes flying at her with a dropkick that knocks the Nurse clear off the apron!

Adams: Cleanup on Aisle Two!

Roxi starts to climb to the top of the corner when Mimi steps up and tucks her head between her legs and brings her out from the corner. But before Winters can do anything to follow up, Mikah comes off the top rope with a missile dropkick of her own, sending both women crashing down to the canvas! Mikah then stands up and holds her arms out with a smile on her face, basking in the jeers of the capacity crowd!

Simone: I think she earned the right to be cocky after pulling off that move!

Adams: Yeah she took out two Bombshells at once!

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Justin: From Webster, South Dakota ... ZURI CHASTAIN!

"Always on Time" by Ja Rule ft Ashanti plays and Zuri comes running out from the back and her first target is the Nurse who is recovering on the outside!

Zuri has two handfuls of her blonde locks and swings her around on her feet and whips her back against the ring apron! Zuri lands a heavy forearm blow down into Warren's sternum, as Joanne grabs Desiree and goes to send her into the ring steps but Drake reverses it and sends Canelli into the unforgiving steel herself! Desiree then hurries over and grabs Zuri by the arms, pinning her in place and calls encouragement to Cynthia to 'get her'! Cynthia shakes off Chastain's assault and readies herself, just as Joanne is back and targets Chastain from behind! Both Cynthia and Joanne charge their respective foes but Zuri collapses in a jaw breaker on Drake, causing Cynthia and Joanne to miss their foes and clothesline one another!

Adams: Ha ha ha! Oh that was cool!

Mikah is on the top of the corner, reaching for the near cable and she grabs hold. She starts to inch her way closer but Mimi climbs to the same corner and jumps off, grabbing Mikah around from the waist and bringing her, as well as herself, crashing down!

Simone: How the hell are any of these women supposed to be able to reach that belt with such chaos!?

Adams: Yeah I think that was kind of the point behind the booking of this match!

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Justin: From Essex, England ... Jemma ASAR!

"The Lucky Ones" by Kerli comes pumping across the sound system and Jemma races out from the back at top speed and rolls inside of the ring! Roxi comes charging at her but Jemma ducks under Johnson's roundhouse kick and grabs her leg, bringing her down with a Dragon Screw!

Simone: That's one way to ground the super hero!

Joanne Canelli is back in the ring and she clubs Jemma in the back, knocking the rookie to her knees. Joanne then shoves Asar's head through the ropes and reaches over, gouging at her eyes with her free hand! Zuri is then back in and she grabs Canelli around the waist from behind and hits a release German suplex! Zuri then gets to her feet and is greeted with a big boot from Desiree!

Adams: Oh remind me to send the bosses a fruit basket for booking this one!

Desiree turns around and Jemma charges her, spearing Drake back into the corner! Jemma then goes to town on Desiree, laying into her with boots before kipping up and driving both feet down into Drake's sternum! Jemma drags Desiree up into a front facelock and brings her over with a snap suplex, then pulls her right back up and heaves her out through the ropes and to the floor!

Joanne and Roxi are both on their feet and trading wicked shots to one another's faces and bodies, going to a full out war against one another for the victory! Roxi takes a wild swing but Joanne ducks behind the blow and she then attempts a back suplex, but the agile Roxi flips back and lands on her feet behind her! Roxi then jumps up and catches her with a double knee back breaker!

Simone: Oh that move may very well end Joanne Canelli's ambitions here tonight!

Mikah attacks Jemma from behind with a shot that sends her face down to the canvas. Mikah then peels her off the mat and to a standing position. Mikah Irish whips her into the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Jemma ducks, rebounds, and catches her with a one handed bulldog!

Adams: I hope that husband of her's can afford a nose job... again.

Simone: I don't think Mikah had a nose job!

Jemma then poses for the crowd as Mikah rolls over onto her back and Asar goes for a standing moonsault, but Mikah brings her knees up into her stomach and ribs!

Simone: That showing off cost Jemma!

MIkah gets up, dragging Jemma along with her and she uses her hair for a handle and slams her face hard into the mat! Mikah then taunts her, kneeling at her side and slams her face into the mat once, twice, three more times!

Adams: I think she's kind of pissed.

Simone: What on earth gave it away?

Mikah pulls her back up by the hair and dumps her over the top rope, kicking her the rest of the way to the floor! Mikah then fluffs her hair and smiles, but has left herself open for Zuri Chastain to catch her from behind with a dropkick that sends her to the outside! Zuri then turns around and finds herself staring down Roxi Johnson and the crowd cheers!

Adams: Oh THIS is one the fans have been wanting to see!

The two women come up nose to nose and start posturing, trading barbs, until the fists start swinging and a brawl erupts! Zuri lands a heavy handed blow to the side of Roxi's head, staggering her. Zuri then takes another swing but Roxi ducks and scoops her up onto her shoulders, tucking her head into her arm and falls back with an over the shoulder belly-to-back piledriver!

Simone: What a move by the superhero!

Adams: Superheroes always come out on top!

Roxi then looks up and smiles, seeing the belt ripe for the taking! Roxi climbs up to the corner and grabs the cable, but sees Joanne on the neutral side, doing the same thing!

Simone: We have two going for the belt at the same time!

Adams: One of these Bombshells better get up and fast!

Roxi and Joanne both are making their way by hand across the cables, heading for the center!

Adams: They're close!

The two Bombshells get to the middle of the 'X' and each one grabs the belt at the same time! Roxi and Joanne tug and pull with one hand while dangling from the other! Roxi then lashes out with her feet and delivers a double boot kick to Joanne, knocking her from the cable -- but the belt comes loose and goes down along with the Jersey Devil Diva! The bell rings, much to Roxi's horror!

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

Justin: Here is your winner ... and the FIRST EVER Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Internet Champion ... JOANNE 'THE JERSEY DEVIL DIVA' CANELLI!!!

Adams: Look at the look on Roxi's face! She can't believe it!

Simone: I can see why! It was her own kick that knocked Joanne off the cable and helped her take down the belt! Roxi accidentally cost herself the title!

Roxi drops to the mat, her eyes wide as she stares at the championship belt now being clutched to the bosom of Joanne Canelli who remains laying on the mat, gulping in oxygen and smiling to herself! Roxi grabs at her head with anger and frustration and drops to the mat, leaving the ring as Jacob Summers assists Joanne to her feet gingerly and he raises her arm in victory while the crowd boos the crowning of this brand new champion!

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"Open Your Eyes" blares over the National Indoor Arena as the rocking United Kingdom crowd are a little confused at what is happening. A man wearing a half button down shirt tucked inside designer jeans with a sports coat, designer boots and foster grant sunglasses. The British fans are still a little confused as this mysterious man starts walking down the ramp.

Simone: What is happening right now?

Adams: Isn't it obvious, this guy is coming to SCW.

The mysterious man stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks around the arena. He turns the corner and walks up the steel steps. He reaches the ring apron before wiping his feet off before swinging one leg through the ring ropes. He brings his other leg into the ring and walks around the ring. He stops near the ring technician and requests for a microphone.

Adams: I guess we are going to hear from whoever this is

Simone: Let's hope he isn't another ego driven rookie.

The mysterious man does one more lap inside the ring before stopping in the center of the ring. He reaches one hand up and removes his designer sunshades. He places them inside the front pocket of his sport coat while bringing up his other hand that is holding the microphone. He takes a quick breath before speaking.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: "Well toto, we are not in Las Vegas anymore. We are here in the United Kingdom, trying to provide these numb skulls a decent show. I guess they have do something with the lack luster talent back there. I mean, I was walking through the backstage area and not one person really impressed me.

I mean you have a redneck thinking he can fight, you have four losers vying for titles and several people who should have gave up a long time ago. Oh where are my manners, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Travis Nathaniel Andrews but when you all address me, you will refer to me as Mister TNA. TNA stands for Total Nonstop Attitude and there isn't one person in that back who has more attitude than me.

From the looks of it, there really isn't many of those nimrods who can hold a candle to me. I have at least 6 years in this business and I plan on to continue my legacy here in Sin City Wrestling. I am hoping it will take a few months before I get placed in some kind of championship picture. Namely the championships that actually mean something. So whoever books the matches around here, had better place me in a match with someone who is worth my time. Otherwise, I will show first hand why they call me The ICON.

The Attitude Era has only just begun. See you soon."

"Open Your Eyes" strikes back up as Travis Nathaniel Andrews tosses the microphone back to the time keeper and exits the ring. He walks back up the ramp as the cameras slowly fade away.

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The scene opens up backstage at Inception were we see the two finalists in the Roulette Title Tournament Alex Kealin and the mysterious Sephiroth Du Lac standing next to the Roulette Wheel in a scene that should be familiar to long time viewers of SCW.

Simone: It's been a long tournament featuring the likes of Chris Shipman and Bruce Evans but it has come down to two relative newcomers to SCW, former Uncensored Inc. Superstar Alex Kealin and Sephiroth Du Luc.

Adams: And to think, we wouldn't have this great match if it weren't for Power Play.

Simone: That's pretty much the only thing that we can be thankful for Power Play's existence for.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Ready gentlemen?

Alex and Seph nod and Rocky spins the wheel, both men watch the wheel intently and grin broadly when they see what match it has stopped on.

Simone: We've had a wide variety of match types since this tournament began, including one that took place in a Wall-Mart.....

Adams: I hear that Wall-Mart banned all SCW Superstars from shopping there immediately after the match.

Simone: That's an unconfirmed rumour, anyway the tournament will end with an Ambulance Match.

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Good luck gentlemen.

The two men nod before walking off.

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Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is the final round of the Roulette Title Tournament, via a spin of the Roulette Wheel the match was determined to be an Ambulance Match!

The camera pans to the top of the ramp were we see an ambulance parked with its back doors open, to EMTs, a man and a woman, stand near the ambulance doors ready to close them.

Justin: In this match you can't win by pin-fall, submission, count out or disqualification! The only way to win is to beat the opponent up to the point where you can put them in the back of the ambulance and slam the doors shut.

Simone: Considering how tough these two men are this is going to get bloody quick.

Adams: At least the UK has free healthcare!

Justin: Introducing first!

A red mist hits the entranceway as the lights dim to a blood red all around the arena as "Requiem for a Dream" begins to play. Slowly the figure of Sephiroth steps out from behind the curtain with a glass chalice filled with a blood red liquid in one hand and his trademark cane in the other.

Justin: Introducing first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 246ibs, The Sanguine Assassin, Sephiroth Du Lac!

Adams: Did no one bother to ask Seph were he was from when he was hired?

Simone: Who knows but Alex Kealin has a lot of work ahead of him if he wants to win the Roulette Title!

Sephiroth comes out and eyes the ambulance cautiously, unfortunately for him his pre-occupation with said ambulance gives Kealin the chance he needs to jump him from behind with a steel chair!

Simone: Alex isn't wasting any time here.

Adams: He's definitely showing why he's called Notorious!

Justin's already left the ring and, once she signals for the bell, so does Jasmine as Alex wails away at Seph with the chair.

Simone: The bell's sounded but I don't think Seph is in any condition to fight.

Adams: Weirder things have happened!

Alex eventually tosses the chair aside and starts bringing Sephiroth to his feet with the intention of dragging him over to the ambulance, however Sephiroth surprises him with a palm strike to the face stunning Alex long enough for Sephiroth to grab him from behind and send him flying into the parked ambulance.

Simone: And just like that the tables have turned.

Adams: Like I said, weirder things have happened.

Alex slumps down off the impact but Sephiroth isn't done with him as he picks him up again and starts slamming him face-first into the ambulance over and over busting Alex open at one point, however Alex gets a second wind and blocks another attempt to slam his head into the ambulance before doing the same to Sephiroth.

Simone: And now Alex is back in control, I'm pretty sure that this is the first time an ambulance has been used as a weapon.

Adams: At least by anyone not named Bruce Banner, or in the real world.

Rather than follow it up like Sephiroth Alex gets an idea and hops onto the ambulance's hood before climbing up to the roof, by this point Sephiroth has made his way back to his feet but that doesn't stop Alex from leaping off the roof and hitting Sephiroth with a high cross body that brings the UK crowd to their feet.

Simone: Alex is pulling out all the stops, the turnbuckles are slightly higher than that ambulance but there was no give on that fall, just the stage!

Adams: But if Alex could get Sephiroth into the ambulance the risk will be worth it.

Alex instinctively goes for a cover but once Jasmine reminds him off the rules Alex instead starts punching Sephiroth in the head over and over before finally making his way down to ringside but it's only to grab a table from under the ring, he brings said table back to the ambulance were he starts setting it up, by the time Alex has set it up Sephiroth is back on his feet and when Alex sees this he leaps over the table and starts brawling with Sephiroth.

Simone: What's Alex's plan for that table?

Adams: I don't know but we'll find out eventually!

Unfortunately for Alex his surprise attack backfires when Sephiroth ducks under a wild right hand and catches him with a Chokeslam, Sephiroth stops a moment as the match has clearly taken its toll on him before picking up and dragging Alex over to the ambulance with the clear intent of ending the match.

Simone: Looks like we won't find out because Sephiroth is about to end the match.

Adams: Don't count out Alex yet!

Just as Sephiroth nears the ambulance Alex breaks free of his grip and surprises him with a Superkick that sends him down, rather than try to follow it up with ending the match like Sephiroth did a few moments ago Alex drags him back over to the table and lays him out atop it before he starts climbing the ambulance again.

Simone: It looks like Alex is going for broke!

Adams: If Alex hits this he'll win the tournament and the Roulette Championship!

Alex positions himself atop the ambulance perfectly before he leaps looking for a Shooting Star Press.....however Sephiroth gets off the table at the last moment causing the Shooting Star Press to send Alex and only Alex through the table instead.

Simone: OH MY GOD!

Adams: Alex may have just himself the title!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

However Sephiroth isn't able to follow it up as quickly as he'd like to because of the toll the match has taken on him and Alex, for obvious reasons, isn't exactly in a position to follow it up either, Jasmine looks around confused due to the fact that, because of the rules of the match, she can't count the men out.

Simone: This brutal match has taken its toll on both competitors.

Adams: If you ask me the guy who gets up first will be in the strongest position to win the match.

Ten seconds pass and Sephiroth is the first man to his feet whilst Alex is, apparently, still out cold from the Shooting Star Press attempt, Sephiroth grins broadly when he sees this clearly thinking that the match is in his hands before making his way over to Alex and picking him up.

Simone: This has to be it, Alex put it all on the line and it backfired.

Adams: Wait! Look!

Alex surprises Sephiroth with a knee to the midsection once he's close enough and starts punching him in the face forcing Sephiroth back until he reaches the edge of the ramp.

Simone: That's not a safe place to be, there's nothing but tables down there!

Adams: Who set up that many tables in one spot?

Alex backs off before trying to spear Sephiroth off the stage but Sephiroth moves out of the way, Alex manages to stop himself from going off the edge of the stage and turns around only for Sephiroth to grab him by the throat.

Simone: He isn't....

Adams: I think he is! Sephiroth is going to Chokeslam Alex off the stage!

Simone: The last time Sephiroth hit that Chokeslam it almost ended the match but if he hits this then it'll definitely end the match!

However Sephiroth takes too long allowing Alex to low blow him forcing Sephiroth to release the hold, Alex wastes no time in grabbing Sephiroth around the waist and hitting him with a release overhead Belly to Belly Suplex that sends him off the stage and through the tables below.

Adams: And just like that the tables have turned!

Simone: You had to say it, didn't you?

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Alex jumps down into the wreckage and drags Sephiroth's barely conscious body from it, he drags the big man over to the ambulance before sending him in prompting the EMTs to close the ambulance and Jasmine to call for the bell.

Justin: Here's your winner and NEEEEEEEWWWWWW SCW ROULETTE CHAMPION "THE NOTORIOUS" ALEX KEALIN!

Simone: What a match, both men gave it their all but in the end Alex was able to come out on top.

Adams: Something tells me that Alex will hold onto that title even longer than Equinox did!

Jasmine hands Alex the title and he celebrates whilst the ambulance speeds off with Sephiroth in the back.

---

A beautiful woman is standing near the backstage door as all the SCW road workers notice her. A breathtaking smile is plastered across her face while looking side to side. One of them walk up to her to see if she was lost.

Road Agent: Can I help you miss?

Candy smiles at the road agent while grabbing a small strand of hair in her fingers and begin to twirl it.

Candy Overton: Maybe

Road Agent: You do know that no one is allowed back here without clearance. Does Christian or Mark have an appointment with you?

Candy Overton: maybe

Road Agent: Do you know any other word?

Candy lets out a small giggle before walking down the corridor. The road agent tries to warn her but she keeps walking away.

---

The scene opens with Sean Jackson and Marshall Owens walking backstage. As they continue along the hallway, their conversation is overheard.

Jackson: You know, I can't wait to see Gabriel's face tonight. He was so ready for Bruce Evans to put me in my place...

Sean smiles.

Jackson: To do his dirty work for him, but as always, even the best laid Gabriel plans are futile at best.

Marshall: Oh it was classic Sean, it was a thing of beauty.

As they continue walking, the camera manages to stay just a few steps ahead.

Marshall: The ASW roster was in awe, complete and total awe of the number one man in all of professional wrestling.

Jackson: Of course they were Marshall. They've been pining away in ASW, waiting for their savior Drake Green to lead them out of the dark ages, and the moment I stepped into that ring...

He pauses for just a moment.

Jackson: That C+ roster knew they were in for a treat. Well as always...

They begin walking again.

Jackson: I didn't disappoint. Just like I won't disappoint tonight when I lay waste to Gabriel Stevens and Drake Green.

Marshall: You mean Ted Moseby and Barney Stinson?

They both share a smile after the How I Met Your Mother reference. Which of course Sean nods his head.

Jackson: Of course. But you know Marshall, I bet poor Gabriel is in his dressing room right now, cursing Bruce for not beating me...

Marshall: He'll get over it.

Sean shrugs.

Jackson: And for not being able to put me down.

Marshall: Again, he'll get over it.

Jackson: Eh, like I care. I live for disappointing people like Gabriel Stevens and Drake Green. But I can tell you this much Marshall, the moment I step into that ring tonight, it won't be about anything but retaining MY championship.

Marshall: Drake and Gabriel won't stand a chance.

This draws another smile from the Mental Rapist.

Jackson: Of course they won't, because it's my championship that they are being delusional over...

Again Sean stops walking, then turns to face Marshall.

Jackson: ...no matter how much they try and convince themselves otherwise. But stupidly, they'll spend every moment of the match, trying to prove that they actually belong in that ring....

Inhale.exhale

Jackson: by wailing away on each other like a couple of complete morons. Drake, because he thinks it will keep him in good favor with the bombshells, and Gabriel because Odette would much rather see him as a vegetable instead of a father to that snot nosed brat spoiling in the oven.

That draws oohs and ahhs from the fans watching on the monitors.

Jackson: And I'm all too willing to accommodate her. Isn't that right Marshall?

Marshall nods as they walk out of the view of the camera. After waiting a split second, the scene fades.

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Justin: The following match is a last Bombshell Standing match, introducing first, Weighing in at 143 pounds from Dallas Texas being accompanied to the ring by Katie Patterson the challenger.... TRAAAACCIIIIII PATTERSON!!!

Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet. With that Traci and Katie walk out from behind the curtain. Traci then poses on the top of the stage with Katie points at Traci. The pair then walk down to the ring and slap fans hands as they do this. Katie then gets up on the apron and holds the ropes open for Traci. Traci then slips in and walks over to the corner. She then poses on the turnbuckles while Katie claps her. Traci then gets down and opens the ropes for Katie to leave before focusing on her opponent.

Justin: And her opponent...

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

Justin: Making her way to the ring from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds, she is the current Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion..... MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

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

Both ladies stand in the middle of the ring and Drew gives them a rundown of the rules, Mercedes decides that she doesn't have time for the rules as she just rushes towards Traci and gets in her face. The two go back and forth with some trash talk Traci must have struck a nerve as Mercedes slaps the taste right out of her mouth and Drew calls for the bell.

Adams: Well Mercedes is getting this thing started

Simone: I'm not surprised.

Traci fires back with a set of forearm smashes backing the champion up into the ropes, Traci ruffles the champions perfect hair up once she is back up into the turnbuckle that leaves a distasteful look on Mercedes face. Traci backs off the champion and looks to come in with a slam but Mercedes gets her right leg up and she drives it into the midsection of the challenger. Mercedes takes advantage and powers out of the corner grabbing onto a handful of Traci's hair she tosses her across the ring.

Simone: Typical Mercedes cheap move

Adams: But it's all legal tonight.

Traci fires back up to her feet but Mercedes just kicks her in the midsection once more and backs her into the corner. Mercedes starts to unleash with a fury of kicks mixed in with three hard forearm smashes straight to the side of Traci's head. Traci finally powers back with an elbow of her own that sends Mercedes backwards. Traci makes her way towards Mercedes and wraps her hands around her hair before punching the champion square in the nose. Mercedes starts to scream for the referee but he can't do anything about it as Traci just uses her grip on the Champions hair she whips her into the corner, driving the champion's face into the top of the corner.

Adams: Traci getting some payback on Mercedes

Simone: I'm glad!

Traci goes to smash the champions face once more but Mercedes gets her leg up and stops the move. Mercedes fires out of the corner and she grabs onto Traci's head and drives her into the canvas with a hard running bulldog. Traci starts to stir but the champion helps her up only to whip her into the corner. Mercedes makes her way over and she lifts her leg extending it she plants her foot across the challengers throat and pushes back hard trying to make the air leave Traci's body.

Simone: As much as it pains me to say this, smart move by the champion.

Adams: Don't say that too loud she'll never let you hear the end of it.

Mercedes finally drops her foot choke and takes a few steps back to glorify herself getting the fans to boo her as she comes running back in with a splash on Traci, the challenger leans back into the corner some more trying to regain her breathe while the Champion is trash talking the fans. Mercedes prances around the ring and sets herself to come crashing back into Traci's body with a splash but the challenger counters and slams the champion down to the canvas hard with a clothesline.

Simone: Come on Traci!

Adams: Here comes the Heart of Texas, get her girl!

Mercedes bounces off the canvas and back up to her feet. As the champion tries to run towards the challengers she is taken back down by another clothesline. Mercedes pops back up to her feet but she is once again taken down by a clothesline. Mercedes gets back up on her knees and Traci is already back to her feet the challengers comes in with a spinning neck breaker, which reintroduces the champions face to the canvas.

Adams: Mercedes is livid!

Simone: Come on Traci!!!

Traci gets back to her feet and she smiles as she drags the champion up with her, whipping the champion into the ropes Traci sets her up for a perfect scoop slam. Mercedes is winded but she still gets up to her feet and but Traci has her number as she whips her into the corner. The challenger comes marching up behind her but Mercedes fends her off with an back elbow to her face, Traci stumbles back holding her nose and Mercedes is quick to capitalise as she comes flying in, leaping up she wraps her legs around Traci's neck and looks for a hurricanrana but she changes her mind and looks in an octopus type stretch.

Adams: The champion proving why she is the champion. Very athletic move here.

Simone: The fans are getting firmly behind Traci!

Mercedes has her legs wrapped firmly around Traci's neck while her arms are yanking back on Traci's left arm. Traci falls to the canvas head first that only allows the champion to increase her hold. The Sin City Wrestling crowd get behind Traci trying to clap her back into this thing while the champion shouts at them telling them to shut up. Mercedes finally let's go of the hold and she orders Drew to make the count.

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Traci starts to stir so Mercedes invites her to stay down with a massive kick to her spin. Knowing that won't hold her for the rest of the count Mercedes gets down on the canvas and grabs a hold of Traci's legs, dragging her towards the ring apron. Mercedes slides out of the ring and uses the ring apron as a weapon as she drives the back of Traci's leg across the apron. Picking them up she slams them down sending Traci into a world of pain. The champion continues to do this three times before she slides back into the ring. Mercedes is quick to get back to her feet and the champion drives down with an elbow drop to the challengers face. Drew is force to make the count once more.

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Traci starts to stir so Mercedes makes her way towards the turnbuckle climbing it the champion stays in wait while the count continues.

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Traci finally gets to her feet but she is taken back down with a perfect top rope drop kick. Drew once again starts the count.

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While the count is happening Mercedes sees that Traci is refusing to stay down so she makes her way outside of the ring and pushes Justin off his chair. Snapping it up she brings it back to the ring where Traci is waiting for her. As Mercedes goes to swing the chai towards Traci's head the challenger kicks it out of her hands. The chair bounces across the ring and lands near the corner. Traci finally gets her hands on the champion with a fury of forearm smashes before she scoops her up for a sidewalk slam. The champion calls out in pain but the challenger ignores her as she just scoops her up once more seeing where the chair is Traci grabs onto Mercedes tighter and she runs towards the chair. Traci drops the champion square on the chair, her face making a sick thud as it makes contact.

Adams: That could have broken her nose.

Simone: Come on Drew make the count.

Traci steps back as Drew makes the count.

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Mercedes starts to stir so Traci is quick to scoop her up, using her leg she drags the chair into the centre of the ring and she wastes no time in planting the champion back down on the chair with an massive DDT. Traci gets to her feet and looks down at the champion confidence filling her face as she is barely moving.

Adams: I think we have a new champion here

Simone: THANK THE LORD!

Drew makes the count.

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Mercedes finally crawls up to her knees suing the rope to pick herself up.

Simone: Damn it!!!!

Traci turns back to look at Mercedes and she comes flying in picking the champion up she looks for the Sitout choke-bomb aka THE HEART OF TEXAS right on the steel chair but Mercedes snakes her way out of it. Mercedes plants her feet back on the ground and quickly drives her foot into Traci's gut. The challenger stumbles but the Champion is still weak, but she is able to grab hold of the challenger and lock her in for the MERCY SHOT (glory bomb) Traci tries to wiggle free but the Champion walks her over towards the steel chair before releasing the hold. Traci's face bounces off the chair and Mercedes backs herself into a corner as she watches on as Drew makes the count.

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Ding, ding, ding.

Justin: Here is your winner and STILL Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion.... Meeeeercedeeees Vaaaargasss!!!!

Mercedes gets her hand raised in victory and her title belt returned to her, she hugs on to it but her look of exhaustion quickly turns to a confident look as if she is saying she knew she was going to win all along.

Simone: Why can't anyone beat her? Like seriously?

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The cameras switch backstage where we find the Original Bombshell, Misty, standing outside the locker rooms with her Irish love, O'Malley. Misty is already dressed and prepared for her tag team match with Melody Grace against Amanda Cortez and Veronica Taylor, and she has a big smile on her face as O'Malley is saying something to her. He takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers together.

O'Malley: Have I said how good it is to see ye smile so much, love?

She smiles even wider this time and lets out a laugh.

Misty: Many times, O'Malley. Many times. And to be honest, it's hard not to smile when I've got a great feeling about tonight.

O'Malley: That is exactly how ye should feel, love. It's been a great couple of weeks, hasn't it?

Misty nods, toying with his fingers in her hand.

Misty: It definitely has, and tonight is going to be even better. I have to admit, after I lost to Delia at High Stakes IV, I didn't think I'd be so confident going against any of the Mean Girls ever again, but I really feel good about this match tonight.

O'Malley nods with a smile.

O'Malley: Ye've got Melody Grace on yer side. There is no reason for ye not to be confident. Besides, I have a little bit more incentive for ye to win this match tonight, love.

A devious grin grows on his face and Misty smiles at him curiously with a raised eyebrow.

Misty: Oh yeah? And what might that be?

To be discreet, O'Malley leans in and whispers his answer into Misty's ear. Her eyes go wide and she smiles again when he backs away and looks into her eyes.

O'Malley: Sound got to ye, love?

Misty: I don't know. You did say that's incentive if Melody and I win, but what if the unthinkable--

O'Malley brings his finger to her lips, silencing her. She stares into his eyes, still smiling.

O'Malley: Think positively, love. I know ye ladies will win this one tonight, so ye don't have to think of any other outcome.

Misty: Fair enough.

O'Malley then leans down and kisses her. They share a passionate kiss, and for a moment it seems like they won't stop until Misty pushes O'Malley away, looking around quickly.

Misty: Shit! I have to go find Melody. Our match is in a little while!

O'Malley: Ye have plenty of time, love. I think we were both enjoying that--

O'Malley tries to kiss her again, but he is met with her hand instead. He narrows his eyes disappointedly.

Misty: As much as I would love to continue this, O'Malley, I really need to go find Melody. We have tonight to look forward to anyway.

She winks at him, and he grins back at her. He leans down, giving her a quick kiss before stepping to the side.

Misty: I'll see you in a little while, okay?

O'Malley: I'll be here waiting for ye, love.

Misty is about to rush off to find Melody, but O'Malley grabs her hand and stops her. She looks at him and when she tries to speak, he holds his other hand up silencing her.

O'Malley: Before ye go out there I just wanted to tell ye something.

Misty: What?

O'Malley: Is brea liom tu.

Misty is suddenly confused as he speaks a phrase in Irish she has never heard before.

O'Malley: I'll tell ye later what it means. Just go out there and kick some arse, love. I'll be back here cheering ye two on.

Misty chuckles and smiles at him. She steps forward and gives him a quick peck on the cheek before turns and rushes off to find Melody Grace. O'Malley watches her disappear down another hall with a smile on his face, but the smile fades quickly as she disappears from view. He shakes his head, takes in a deep breath, then turns and walks down the hall in the opposite direction.

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Right before her match Amanda is shown as she leaves the locker room of the Mean Girls. She's already in her ring gear, a really skimpy kickboxing outfit, and looks hot and sexy like usually. Before she comes to the stage, she passes a camera team and stops there for a moment, posing for them. With a friendly smile in her face, she looks into the camera and begins to talk.

Amanda: "Ok, now you all might wanna hear my thoughts about my upcoming match, so here they are. It's not that I'm worried in any way, no, I think this match won't be any problem for us, especially not, as I have Vero at my side. I think we two are really a damn great team and we are unstoppable. Haha, at least these two morons Melody and ugly fat Misty aren't really opponents for us. We will just blow them away like this... "

She winks into the camera and snaps her fingers.

Amanda: "But as we talk about these two idiots, I might have to say one more thing about them, haha, even though they aren't worth my time. That fucking bitch Misty was insulting me on Twitter and she is so fucking confident that she will take the win tonight, but she's too stupid to see that she has no chance. She might have been pretty good in the past, but her good times are over. Yes, and they won't come back again. She still might win against some of the loser divas here at SCW, but against me, the Goddess she is nothing and she will end up submitting to me. I already told that to her on Twitter, but I'm willing to repeat it here again. Misty, you will go down on your knees, kiss my toes and beg for forgiveness and mercy. Haha. Exactly the thing that fits to you fucking bitch."

For a moment the petite tattooed latina pauses and then she continues.

Amanda: "And now to you, Melody, you whiny slut. Haha, it made you already cry that you lost your match last week, that was nothing against the pain and agony you will feel if you really have the guts to step in the ring against me. So do yourself and all the fans a favor and go back home. Haha, please don't bother us with your crappy performances."

Now Amanda flips the bird into the direction of the camera and points out her tongue. For a moment it seems that she will walk off into the direction of the stage, but then she hesitates again.

Amanda: "Oh and now I almost forgot the last thing. I already said it on Twitter, I think that most of the guys here are a bit lame, so I have a lil special offer for them. The person who made the best performance at this show will get a lil present from me. He or she will get a lap dance and a lil session with me, right at the end of the show after the bosses have decided who was the best. So give your best and I'm all yours for one hour."

Then she blows a kiss into the direction of the camera and walks off to the stage.

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Justin Decent: Ladies and gentlemen... The following contest is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first, hailing from Chicago, Illinois, standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 130 pounds, she is... MISSSSTY!!!

The lights in the arena go out. Thick gray smoke fills the backstage entrance where a spotlight now shines. The opening beats to "Ms. Hyde" by Halestorm begins to play throughout the building. Several seconds into the music, Misty emerges from behind the curtain to a round of cheering from the crowd, with her half of the Bombshell Tag Team Titles draped over her shoulder. She looks from one side of the ramp to the other, smiling at the fans as they roar with approval, and she slowly starts making her way to the ring, slapping hands with the fans along the way. Once she gets to the ring, she slides the tag title in under the bottom rope, then enters the ring the same way, grabbing a hold of the title once again. She heads over to one of the corner turnbuckles, hopping up to the top rope where she lifts the title high above her, pointing around the crowd with a proud smile. She stands there for several moments before she jumps back down and heads to the center of the ring where she waits as her music dies down.

Justin Decent: And her partner... from St. Helena, California, standing at 5 feet 6 inches and weighing in at 129 pounds, she is... MELLLLLLLLLLLLLODY GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRACE HUNNNNNNNNNNNTINGTON HAAAAAAWKES!!!!

The cameras scan back to ring side while the lighting in the arena dims down to nothing. In the background a techno bass drum solo comes to life on the personal address system, before an array of bright coloured lights start flickering sporadically. "I'm laid back, I'm feeling this" sounds, alerting the crowd to the beginning of "Let's Get Ridiculous" by Red Foo. As the arena comes to life with a night club vibe the lighting at the top of the ramp picks up. The lighting picks up the movement of the black curtains being pushed to the side and out walks two large muscular men. The men are dressed only in a pair of white shiny pants, while their shoes are made out to be horse hooves on top of their heads in a large Unicorn head hiding their identity. As the two shirtless giants make their way onto the stage, it's brought to everyone attention that they're each dragging a long thick piece of white rope. As the two men continue down the walkway, the item that they are pulling finally pops out from behind the curtain. The fans come to life with cheers as now on top of the stage Melody is seen sitting on top of a carnival ride. She's seated on a large white Unicorn who is sliding up and down a golden pole; similar to a merry go round. Sitting side saddle in-between the wings of the unicorn Pegasus Melody starts waving adoringly to her fans, who are cheering her on. The two giant men drag the Carnival ride to the middle of the ramp way before each setting down their ropes and making their way towards the moving horned horse. Both men reach up and grab onto Melody's delicate figure and help her down from the unicorn. Giving each of the boys a firm hug the bubbly blonde takes off towards the ring slapping the fans hands along her way. While the men drag her noble steed back up the ramp, Melody finally reaches the ring steps that she quickly runs up. Walking along the ring apron giving the fans a little shake of her tail feathers before stepping over the middle rope Mel enters the ring. Making her way around the six sided ring Melody is waving wildly at the fans, while dancing unable to contain her excitement. As her theme dies down of the personal address system Melody makes her way over to her corner and takes off her furry hood making sure that she puts it down gently.

Justin Decent: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 310 pounds, and led to the ring by Angelica. They are Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez... THEEEEEEEE MEEEEEEEEEEAN GIRRRRRRRRRLSSS!!!

I don't care if you don't like my hair, because I know it's amazing...
And I don't give a damn if you don't like my tan, because I know it's amazing...
And I don't give two hoots if you don't like my boots, because I know they're amazing...
And I don't give a shit, if you don't like my tits, because I know they're amazing.

Uh-Amazing, uh-uh-amzing
Uh-Amazing, uh-uh-amzing
Uh-Amazing, uh-uh-amzing
Uh-Amazing, uh-uh-amzing

"Amazing" by Hi Fashion hits over the PA system as the lights begin to flash all over the arena, as the fans give a loud ovation of booing. As, a makeshift runway appears, and soon a red carpet is rolled on top of it. As, out from the back steps Veronica Taylor with outstretched arms as the fans boo her, before grabbing her mirror and blowing herself a kiss. Amanda Cortez comes out onto the stage, giggling as her red hair bounces behind her in loose curls. She looks out at the booing audience, pretending to care, but her continued laughing proves she doesn't. She meets Veronica seconds later at the top of the runway.. After, a few moments they begin to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take their photos, as they pose arrogantly, though Amanda is much more seductive and "sloppy" with her rockstar attitude. They then take a look around as Veronica grabs her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena. Amanda wafts it around, winking at the booing audience as she waves her hand in front of her nose, giggling with Veronica.

I don't give a crap if you don't like my hat, because I know it's amazing...
And I don't give a poot if you don't like my hoops, because I know they're amazing...
I don't care if you're in my underwear, because it all feels amazing... Amazing, amazing, amazing, AMAZING!
And I don't give a fuck if you think that I suck, because I know I'm amazing...

Uh-Amazing, uh-uh-amzing (You're amazing)
Uh-Amazing, uh-uh-amzing (So amazing)
Uh-Amazing, uh-uh-amzing (You're amazing)
Uh-Amazing, uh-uh-amzing (You're so amazing)

Veronica then stands at the end of the runway, doing some more poses as Amanda seems bored with the posing. She extends her leg through the rope, sauntering around the ring as if Misty and Melody weren't inside as they glare at her. Before Veronica raises her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. She mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. She then moves to the ring apron, yelling at the referee to lower the ropes for her, which he does as Veronica enters under the bottom rope. She then stands in the center of the ring raising her arms in the air, before lowering them slowly. Then, she grabs out her perfume and sprays it all around killing the stench in the ring, paying close attention to Misty and Melody's direction. Veronica then takes off her diamond necklace and hangs it on the corner, as she grabs her compact mirror and makes sure her makeup is done flawlessly. She fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss as Amanda finishes showing off and meets her in the center of the ring. Angelica comes down the runway quickly, standing on the ring apron as she whispers something to them. They nod their head as Holly Wood goes to start her check on Misty and Melody. Angelica shouts something at Holly, distracting her as Amanda darts across the ring, hitting Melody across the face with her signature diamond encrusted brass knuckles. Misty is shocked, but she grabs onto Amanda's fiery red hair, yanking her down to the ground, but Veronica blows the contents of her compact mirror into Misty's face, blinding her from the start! She immediately hits the Exed Out on Misty, laying her out as Holly looks dazed. She calls for the bell as she scolds Veronica who mouths "Sorry bout it, hunty..." with an arrogant smirk.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: This could be an all time low for the Mean Girls, Jason! That was sickening!

Adams: "Sickening" is a compliment in the Mean Girls dictionary. I own three copies so that they don't try to put me through our announcers table, Belinda. You should pick up at least one...

On the outside, Angelica shouts out in approval. Veronica picks Melody off of the mat and Amanda peels Misty from the corner. They pull them a few feet apart before cracking their skulls together to a round of cheers. Referee Holly Wood tries enforcing herself, but Amanda does not heed her warning. Instead, she grabs Misty and tosses her hard to the outside of the ring.

Simone: The Mean Girls are looking to get back the only titles not in their possession, and a win tonight could put them back on track. So they have sought out destruction right off the bat.

Adams: That is their style. They didn't get taken so seriously by sitting around and waiting to get noticed. They went out there and got noticed.

Simone: No... They got noticed by being a pain in everyone's ass. Unfortunately, it has been mighty effective.

Veronica and Melody get the official one-on-one start as Veronica lifts the slightly smaller Melody off of the mat. To assert herself, she lifts Melody up into a Power Slam and drops her to the mat like a bad habit! In an almost cocky sort of display, Veronica kicks Melody, rolling her over onto her back and she places a boot on top of her chest for a pin. She points down as if Holly didn't know what to do, and Holly slowly drops down for the count.

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Adams: Melody is still showing signs of life, despite the Mean Girls' dominance right out of the gate.

Simone: How can she help it when The Mean Girls immediately jumped at her like that. Besides, she kicked out with force. It looks like she is in for a fight.

Veronica steps off of Ms. Grace and walks a few paces back, walking around to show off a bit. She soaks in the fans boos before coming back to Melody, picking her up from the mat. As she does, Melody hits a Hip toss across the ring and quickly turns around to face Veronica. As she does, Veronica hits a monstrous Clothesline that comes out of nowhere. She picks Melody off of the mat and shoves her between her legs, lifting her up for a Powerbomb to assert dominance. She lets out a bitchy giggle before turning around. She is too late though, as Melody rolls backward with a very powerful Hurricanrana, hooking Veronica's legs for the pin.

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KICKOUT!

Simone: That one was barely a two count, as the fans breathe a sigh of relief. Not that they don't love Melody, but this match promises to be a possible show stealer.

Adams: Amanda came in for the save on her partner, but Misty Spears her down to the mat before she even has the chance.

Misty gets up and dusts her hands off, seeming as if she rather enjoyed watching Melody get some revenge on Veronica. Her face shows something different now as she pulls Melody off of the mat, giving her a shout of encouragement. Melody gives Misty high five which leaves her open for a clubbing to the back by Veronica. She grabs onto the back of Melody's head and drags her by the hair over to the corner where Amanda eagerly awaits. Veronica gives her a quick tag, and hooks her arms under Melody's. However, Melody leaps up in the air and Dropkick's Amanda off of the apron while using the force to send Veronica backward. She rolls off of Veronica and hits a leg drop. She picks Veronica up and tosses her over the top rope and to the hard concrete floor on the outside. She backs up a few feet as Angelica confers with her ladies and Holly continues her count. 3! 4! 5! 6! Amanda looks up to see Melody taunting her, and she doesn't stick around to hear Angelica's plan. She slides in under the ropes and springs up to her feet. She goes for a Clothesline, but Melody ducks it and as Amanda turns around, she hits a swift Chick Kick to her foe.

Simone: So, Jason... you were saying?

Adams: Nevermind that! Melody is on fire now! Go on and get her, girl!

The two ladies circle each other as the bubbly Melody almost seems to be using her movements to goad the Tickle Cutie. The crowd starts a "Unicorn Sparkles" chant throughout as Melody fist pumps to keep the support coming. As she does this, Amanda tries to take advantage by charging Melody with a clothesline. Melody sees this coming and she ducks the move and connects with an elbow to Amanda's face. She immediately nails a dropkick to the small of Amanda's back. As Amanda falls down, Melody goes for a standing moonsault. Amanda rolls out of the way at the last possible second and Melody lands on her back. Amanda crawls on top of Melody and begins laying in punch after punch on the spunky bombshell.

Adams: Amanda is hell bent on continuing her winning streak and proving why she belongs with the Mean Girls.

Simone: Amanda is relishing this moment, inflicting pain upon anyone and everyone on the opposite side of the battle.

As Amanda hammers away at Melody, she receives an elbow to the face. As she is stunned, Melody hammers another elbow and another until she shoves Amanda off of her. Melody takes a few steps back and as Amanda lunges at her, growling in frustration, Melody sidesteps her. She falls with her neck across the bottom rope. Melody takes a moment to assess the damage and then she leaps over the top rope with a Guillotine Leg Drop. Melody stops and poses before standing back up. She gets the Unicorn Sparkles chant going once again. The crowd goes wild as Melody rolls back inside.

Simone: AMAZING athleticism shown by the former fan girl, Melody Grace!

Adams: Athleticism amongst many other things, Belinda...

Melody blows out a kiss toward Misty, causing her to roll her eyes with a smirk, and then Melody leaps onto the top turnbuckle. Melody looks out into the audience before flipping off with a Corkscrew Moonsault that barely connects at all. Amanda pulls herself up, and as Melody holds her back in pain, Amanda gets a kick to the gut. She begins shouting at Melody as the crowd boos. Amanda turns around and screams at them before returning her attention back to Melody. Amanda grabs Melody in a headlock and raises her up to a standing position. She taunts the audience, shouting out at them before she runs forward with what should be a Killswitch, otherwise known as Rainbow Sparkles. Melody shoves off with her feet, causing both ladies to topple over on the mat, laying there motionless.

Simone: Melody has overextended herself in this match, and it is starting to show.

Adams: And Misty has been waiting for the perfect opportunity to steal a tag from Melody.

Misty leans over as Melody slowly slides over toward her. Misty clutches the tag rope, trying her best to move closer and closer within legal limits. Melody reaches forward as she climbs, but Amanda grabs onto her foot from the mat, grounding her weight. Melody struggles to shake it free, but to no avail. Amanda pulls herself up Melody's body, hugging her from behind as she tries to ground her further. She shifts Melody's head to the side and quickly sinks her fingers in, causing Melody to scream loudly. Her fist clinches as she begins punching Amanda to break free, but it doesn't work. She uses every bit of strength she has left to lean over and slap Misty's hand. Misty gets inside of the ring faster than lightening as she punts Amanda in the side of the head. This doesn't help Melody's pain factor, but it does make Amanda let go, tearing at Melody's top in the process. Melody rolls to the outside as Misty lights a fire to this match. Amanda comes up from the mat and Misty puts her right back down with a Clothesline. Amanda gets up again, and Misty puts her down... again! Veronica climbs inside of the ring despite heavy protest from Holly, and she spins Misty around, only to catch a boot to the gut, leveling Veronica with a Tornado Bulldog.

Simone: Misty is not giving up here. She is sparing nothing in this match which she has been looking forward to for a few weeks now.

Adams: A Mean Girls is a Mean Girl... It doesn't matter. Besides, Misty has never had a real shot Amanda Cortez.

Misty comes up to her hands and knees, but Amanda is on her, clubbing her back as hard as she can, and laying in a few stomps for good measure. Angelica and Veronica cheer her on from the outside. Misty clutches onto her back as Amanda turns her over onto her back, pulling her legs up to set up the Cloverleaf. However, Misty uses the strength in her legs to kick Amanda backward and into the ropes. As Amanda rebounds, Misty rolls around her back and hooks Amanda for a German Suplex. She flings her back and lands the move, hooking it for a quick pin.

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KICKOUT!

Adams: Ohhh, not even close!

Simone: For someone who was the Bombshell Champion three times, and has held it longer than any Bombshell... you would think she would know better than to try putting Amanda down so soon.

Misty lets go of the pin attempt, but has Amanda's legs in position for a modified Boston Crab. She laughs maniacally as Amanda shouts out in pain. However, Amanda is just close enough to the ropes to grab on. Holly informs Misty of this, hoping she will let go, but she doesn't. Holly is more forceful, trying to get her off, but Misty laughs in her face. Holly's eyes widen in anger and she forcefully begins counting rapidly. 1!2!3!4! Misty drops Amanda's legs at the last second and she gets in her face, shouting at her as if she were still one of "them". Holly rolls her eyes, doing her best to remain impartial.

Simone: Misty is clearly not with it right now as she raises up a hand toward Holly's face. This time, she doesn't back down from her.

With a rare cheer from the audience, Misty seems rather proud of herself. She relishes in Holly's angry face, but perhaps for a second too long. Amanda is up to her feet and she surprises Misty with a quick but powerful Russian Leg Sweep. As Misty holds onto the back of her head, Amanda mounts her and begins throwing fist after fist at the former Bombshell Champion. As Misty gets her arms up to protect her face, Amanda growls before leaning in to claw at Misty's face. However, Misty doesn't let her have the chance this time as she elbows her in the face. This time it is Misty who sinks her claws into Amanda's face, raking enough to draw blood!

Simone: Payback is a bitch!

Adams: Misty is enjoying this way too much, Belinda! And the audience is too!!!

Holly begins a count on Misty while she frantically tries to pull her off of Amanda. Amanda scurries over to the corner of the ring with a strange look on her face. This is when Veronica decides to step inside of the ring, causing Holly to try to stop her. Veronica persists for a moment before getting in Holly's face, taunting her. This sparks an argument as Angelica slides inside of the ring. She has Amanda's favorite pair of brass knuckles wrapped around her fist as she bashes Misty in the face with them, knocking her down to the mat with a bit of blood trickling from her lip. Angelica looks really proud of herself until she backs right into Melody, who doesn't look quite as bubbly as usual. Angelica turns around in shock, goes to swing the knuckles, but Melody ducks them and sweeps Angelica off of her feet. She bounces off of the ropes, coming off with a Rolling Senton that sends the audience into a frenzy!

Adams: Maybe Angelica has learned her lesson about getting involved in matches, do ya think?

Simone: It is very doubtful, Jason. But maybe she learned a lesson about stepping up to Team Unicorn... Sprinkles? Sparkles?

Feeling a bit spent, Amanda rushes over to her corner where she eagerly tags Veronica. Veronica step in the ring as Misty spits and wipes the blood from her mouth, pointing the fact out to Veronica. Veronica gets a smug look on her face as she outright slaps Misty across the face. Misty chuckles before returning the favor. Veronica hits a Spinning Haymaker on Misty, using the momentum to hit Misty with a Neckbreaker. With Misty down on the ground, she leans over her with a firm choke as Angelica cheers her on, still holding onto her ribs from the outside. Melody reminds Holly to count meekly. 1... 2... 3... Veronica finally lets up and backs up a bit. Misty grabs onto her throat, coughing a bit as she gets up. However, as soon as she does, Veronica goes for the Exed Out. Right before she connects, Misty ducks it and hits a Jawbreaker on Veronica. Misty gets up weakly and walks over to Melody, tagging her in. Amanda climbs in the ring and darts over to Misty, knocking her to the outside. Holly shouts at them to return to their corners, but Melody takes clear advantage of Veronica, yanking her up from the mat. Melody gets a few good jabs in before sending Veronica into the ropes. As she rebounds, Melody goes for a Chick Kick, but Veronica ducks it. She springs off of the opposite ropes, looking for a Clothesline, but Melody ducks this. Veronica spins around as Melody boots her in the gut. Melody points out to the audience, bouncing up and down before hitting the Flying Unicorn! The audience is stunned as Melody lies down over Veronica, calling over to Holly.

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Justin Decent: Here are your winners... MELLLLLLLLLLODY GRRRRRRRRRACE AAAAAAAND MISSSSTY!!!

Adams: They... They did it?

Simone: They did it! I don't believe it! They shut the Mean Girls up here tonight! Finally!

Melody looks almost as shocked as she stands up. She squeals in excitement as she jumps up and down. Meanwhile, Misty and Amanda trade blows on the outside. Melody spots this, and she prances around the ring for a second... before springing over the ropes, nailing a Suicide Dive on Amanda! Misty moves out of the way at the last possible second, getting a smirk of satisfaction on her face. She helps Melody up as they stare down, admiring their handiwork. After a moment, the two embrace before heading up the ramp and toward the back.

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Candy is looking at the posters on the wall while turning to the camera. She gives a small wave while smirking.

Candy Overton: The sweetness meter is coming. Are you ready?

She turns back to look at the wall when Pussy Willow walks up beside her.

Pussy Willow: Hi

Candy Overton: Bye

Without saying a word, Candy walks away leaving Pussy a little confused.

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Following Misty and Melody's match against the Mean Girls, the duo is seen walking backstage. They're both slightly exhausted after the fight with Amanda and Veronica, but both have been in far worse condition no doubt. As they are distracted and turn down a hall, Misty's attention is quickly stolen away as she spots O'Malley down on the ground several feet ahead of them. The Irishman is holding his head, having been attacked and Misty's eyes widen.

Misty: Oh my God! O'Malley! What happened?!

O'Malley tries to warn her to stay where she is, but she's too focused on making sure he is alright, and he can't get a word out. Melody is about to rush over as well, but she's grabbed from behind and held back!

Melody: What the... Let me go!

Hearing Melody's sudden shouting, Misty spins around and that is when things go horribly wrong. Just as she spots one hooded figure holding Melody back, she's met with a hard *SMACK* as a steel chair comes crashing hard against her face. The chair then swings up and *CRACK! comes crashing down against the top of her skull and Misty collapses to the ground.

Melody: MISTY!! NO! LET ME GO!

Another hooded figured tosses the chair to the floor right beside Misty and stands over her all but lifeless form. O'Malley glares at whoever it is, still reeling from being attacked himself and as Melody continues to shout and fight to get away, the hooded figure holding her back, swings and tosses her to the ground, before hightailing it down the hall with his or her partner in crime. Melody crawls over to Misty as quickly as she can, as does O'Malley.

Melody: Misty?! Misty?!!?

She brings her focus up to O'Malley.

Melody: What happened to you? Who was that?!

More concerned for Misty, O'Malley checks on his fallen lady, shaking his head gently. He tries not to move her as she remains unconscious.

O'Malley: I have no idea. One minute I was watching yer match and the next I was being attacked. I didn't see their faces. Melody, ye have to go get help...

Blood begins to trickle from Misty's nose and Melody jumps to her feet. She rushes down the hall to find help, leaving O'Malley to watch over Misty.

O'Malley: Misty. Come on, love. Stay with me, love. Yer gonna be fine. Melody went to get help.

O'Malley continues to speak to Misty, praying she can hear him. She doesn't even move an inch as he runs his hand through her hair, praying she will be alright.

---

The bell sounds as we see referee Jacob Summers standing in the ring, next to him is ring announcer Jacob Summers... the fans seem extremely pumped for this one!

Justin: The following match is scheduled for one fall, making his way to the ring first...

"Anything Goes" strikes up as Wallace Jordan steps out from behind the curtain holding a six pack of beer in his hand. The crowd is mixed with their reactions as he stands at the top of the stage. He pulls out one bottle and raises it up in the air. He pops the top off and takes a light swig of it. He places it back in the case as he starts to walk down the ramp.

Justin: Making his way to the ring from Country Boy Paradise, weighing in at 234 pounds, the Wild Man... Wallace Jordan!

Simone: This match has been brewing for weeks now, and we finally get to see it!

Wallace stops at the bottom of the ramp and sets his six pack down. He then jumps up onto the ring apron, swings his leg through the ring ropes and bends down to pull out the open beer bottle. He keeps a tight grip on the bottle as he walks over toward one of the turnbuckles. He climbs up the turnbuckle, throws the top of the bottle into the crowd, takes another swig of his beer and tilts his head back. He spews the beer into air before throwing it down. Before jumping down off the turnbuckle, he tosses his trucker cap toward the ring technician. He jumps down, looks toward the center of the ring and finishes the final stretching before the match can start.

Justin: And his opponent...

Simone: It's about to get ugly... very ugly.

Love the Way You Hate Me - Like a Storm bursts over the speaker system, the arena instantly livens up as the crowd stand to their feet, some booing, some cheering, but all of them respecting. The arena lights slightly dim as an explosion of sparks and mini fireworks erupt at the top of the entrance ramp. As the explosion fades Andrew Watts comes walking down the entrance ramp, Watts has a look of confidence on his face, as he sets for his following match. Watts smirks as he makes his way down the entrance ramp, staring ahead at the ring.

Justin: Making his way to the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 248 pounds... The Outlaw, Andrew Watts!

Watts makes his way to the ring as he hops up onto the apron. Watts pauses for a second, holding onto the top rope, staring into the ring before he enters in through the middle rope. Watts walks to the center of the ring where he pauses for a second, looking down at the ground for a few seconds, our cameras staring straight at Watts. Watts head shoots up, looking forward, his right arm shooting into the air, his hand in the renegade formation(Kliq sign) as he stands like this for a few seconds, before his music fades and he walks to a nearby corner, ready for his match.

Simone: Here we go! Big match right here!

DING DING DING!

Watts and Jordan stare at each other from across the ring. They stare each other down for a few seconds, and after a five count or so, Watts and Jordan move in towards each other. The two competitors lock up, Watts quickly putting Jordan into a headlock but Jordan fights back, hitting Watts with elbows to the gut, forcing him to break the hold. Jordan throws Watts into the ropes as Watts comes back with a shoulder thrust that sends Jordan into the canvas. Watts smirks, looking down at Wallace, nodding his head. Wallace quickly gets up, standing face to face with Watts, they stare each other down for a few second and then Jordan shoves Watts. Watts body doesn't move much, just a small step back, his head tilts to the side, he smiles, nodding his head, rubbing his finger against his lip. Still smirking and looking away from Wallace for a second until Watts then delivers a huge right hand to Wallace, staggering him. Watts continues with the right hands, backing Wallace all the way to the ropes and following it all up with a clothesline that sends Jordan over the top rope. Watts spins back towards the middle of the ring, throwing an arm up in the air as the crowd instantly gives a mixed reaction, the majority being boos.

Simone: Watts is looking pretty good here early on in this one.

Adams: Eh, sort of a cheap shot to Jordan with that right hand.

Simone: Barely...

Jordan stands up outside of the ring as Watts stares him down, a cocky grin on his face. Wallace rolls back into the ring and locks up with Watts. The two struggle trying to gain the advantage when Jordan pulls back and kicks Watts right in the gut. Bouncing off the ropes and hitting Watts with a running knee to the temple. It dazed him for a second and allowed Jordan to gain the upper hand. He locked on an armbar and applied the pressure. It didn't look like Watts was going to tap but Jordan was going to make him use precious energy in order to find a way to get to the ropes to break the hold. The ref checked on Watts, seeing if he was ready to tap and was met with a look of defiance as he reached out and just barely touched the bottom rope with his fingertips before making one last effort to reach the ropes.

Simone: Watts was able to get to the ropes!

Adams: I think that Jacob Summers accidentally helped there, he sort of bumped the ropes towards Watts... interesting...

Simone: I think you're delusional.

Summers forces Jordan to break the hold, he holds it for a few extra seconds, not really one to do this too often but the hatred here will do that. Summer to DQ him and finally he begins a count,

...1
...2
...3
...4

Wallace smirks as he let's go. Jordan stands up as Watts rolls onto his back, holding his arm, Jordan looks down at him, followed by a few boots to the face. He continues the vicious assault on Watts as Watts finally slides out of the ring, landing on his feet outside of the ring, staggering over towards the barricade, hunched over it. Jordan nods his head as he hits the ground and slides out under the ring ropes and out of the ring. Wallace sizes up Watts, and just as Watts turns around... Jordan runs at him and hits him with a vicious running knee to the gut. Watts yells out in pain, his lower back smashing straight into the steel barricade, that just can't be good.

Simone: Watts' injured lower back just went smashing into that barricade.

Adams: Oh please, he injured it what? 5 years ago?

Watts rolls around the ground, holding his lower back in pain as Jordan walks over to him with a confident smirk on his face. Jordan throws his hand on the back of Watts head, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him up to his feet. Jordan insults Watts, slapping him in the face as Watts staggers towards the apron, using the ring to hold himself up. Jordan pushes Watts into the ring, Watts rolling into the ring and onto his knees as Jordan follows him, standing up. Jordan delivers a huge running knee to the side of Watts head, sending Watts straight to the canvas as Jordan goes for the cover,

...1
...2
...Watts is able to get a shoulder up.

Watts just isn't done yet, not in this match at least. Jordan shakes his head, standing up and bringing Watts up with him. Jordan throws Watts to the ropes, as Watts comes back Jordan hits a huge spinebuster, sending Watts straight back down into the canvas. Jordan once again goes for the cover,

...1
...2
...Kickout again by Watts. Jordan slams his hands into the canvas in frustration. Shaking his head as he stands up, looking down at Watts.

Simone: Jordan is just in total control so far in this match, it's really not looking good for Andrew Watts.

Adams: I told you not to count Jordan out, he is not like Clint Outlaw, he is MUCH more talented.

Jordan walks over to the turnbuckle, untying the top turnbuckle pad, ripping it off and exposing the steel hooks that are holding the ropes together. Not really Jordan's style, but when you mess with a man's family... I guess anything can become his style. Jordan throws the padding outside of the ring as he walks over to Watts who is halfway to his feet with the help of the ropes. Jordan grabs Watts, Irish whipping him towards the exposed turnbuckle with some force as Watts' back goes crashing into the exposed turnbuckle. Watts holds his back in pain. Jordan smirks, throwing his arms in the air and then running at Watts himself. Jordan jumps through the air looking for a huge splash... but Watts moves out of the way as Jordan bounces off of the exposed turnbuckle, staggering backwards in pain. Watts bounces off of the ropes, running at Jordan and...

The Spear!

Watts connects with the spear, rolling onto his back, Wallace laying on his back as well. Watts has taken a beating, but the spear is definitely giving him time to get some energy back. Watts rolls over, slowly crawling towards Jordan, throwing his arm across the chest of Wallace for the cover,

...1
...2
...Kickout by Wallace as well! Not going down without a fight of his own.

Simone: Watts showing somewhat of a comeback here...

Adams: What? One move... you call that a comeback?

Simone: A move of that caliber, yes I do.

Adams: I call that a joke, but... what do you know anyways.

Watts is on his feet, as is Wallace. The two pick their way to the center of the ring where Watts goes for a clothesline but Wallace ducks, dropkicking Watts who is sent straight into Summers, Watts knocks Summers back into the turnbuckle, Summers hitting his head as he falls straight to the ground, out cold. Jordan smirks as he watches Watts slowly stand up. As Watts is almost at his feet...

LOW BLOW!

Jordan hits Watts with a low blow and it sends Watt straight to the canvas, laying face first, holding himself. Wallace gives a confident laugh, nodding his head as he takes advantage of Summers going down, but he isn't done there. Wallace slides out of the ring, walking near the announce table as he grabs a steel chair, folding it and looking at it with a sick smile on his face. Wallace takes a few steps towards the ring, stopping and pausing as he smashes the chair into the apron numerous times. Wallace calms down, sliding into the ring Watts is just about at his feet and when he turns around...

SMASH!

Chair shot right to the forehead of Watts, sending him straight into the canvas. Jordan smirks, tossing the chair to the corner, near the turnbuckle as Wallace looks down at Watts and yells out "that one was for Clint." Wallace walks over to Watts, grabbing him and picking him up. Watts can barely stand as Wallace walks over to the chair again, picking it up and walking back to a completely staggered Watts. Wallace delivers a huge chair poke to the gut of Watts who falls straight to his knees, holding his stomach in pain. Wallace nods his head, yelling out "that one is for insulting my beautiful Peggy Sue." Wallace pauses for a second before smashing the chair over the forehead of Watts once again, Watts previously stitched and busted open forehead, once again busted open as his face is covered in blood.

Simone: Wow... Wallace is getting his payback...

"And that one is from me!" Wallace shouts at as he tosses the chair to the side, nearly falling out of the ring but just staying on the apron, under the ring ropes.

Adams: Watts is done... DONE!

Wallace nods his head, walking over to Jacob Summers, bending down on a knee as he shakes Summers up a bit, Summers seems awake as Wallace walks over to Watts, dropping to his knees rolling Watts over and covering Watts. Wallace hooks the leg as Summers slowly crawls over to the cover, taking a bit longer due to being knocked out for a bit. Summers finally raises an arm into the air as he begins his count...

Simone: It can't end like this. Wallace has to win with some dignity, not with chair shots!

Adams: That is the most dignity it is going to end with if you ask me, Watts deserved it... all of it.

...1
...2
...Watts barely gets a shoulder up at the last second and Jordan can't believe it.

Jordan looks at Summers and pleads that it was a 3 count, Summer shakes his head as Jordan slams his fists into the canvas. Jordan out of frustration grabs Watts by the hair, lifting him to his feet and delivering a huge knee straight to the bad back of Watts. Wallace grabs Watts by the hair again as he sets him up and... Snap DDT! Wallace shakes his head, standing up as he runs to the ropes, jumping to the middle rope and...

Wolf Yowl!

Watts out of nowhere finds the energy to roll out of the way, Wallace goes crashing straight off of the canvas as he rolls around the ring, holding his stomach. Watts rolling over onto his back as he holds his bloody face in pain.

Simone: Wow, I can't believe after all of the chair shots that he took, Watts found the energy to even be able to roll out of the way.

Adams: Watts would have stayed down if he knew what was good for him.

Watts and Jordan both slowly make their way to their feet, struggling, both feeling the after effects of the moves they have gone through. Watts makes his way to his feet, Jordan makes his way to his feet, they meet in the center of the ring. Jordan throws a right hand, connects... Watts returns the favor, the two continue to exchange right hands. Watts gains the advantage, hitting four straight right hands that back Jordan up to the ropes. Watts grabs Jordan, Irish whip to the ropes across the ring. Jordan bounces off of the ropes, Watts stepping to the center of the ring and BOOM! A huge European elbow from Watts that sends Wallace straight to the ground. Watts hunches over in pain still, but grabs Wallace by the hair, pulling him up to his feet as he throws him back first into the exposed turnbuckle. Wallace holds his back in pain as Watts hits a huge knee to the gut of Wallace. Wallace holds his stomach as Watts lifts Wallace up, sitting him on the top, expose turnbuckle. Watts smirks as he looks up at Wallace.

Adams: Oh boy, somebody stop this animal...

Simone: Oh please, animal? You are such a side chooser.

Watts climbs to the middle turnbuckle, his one rope on the outside of the ring ropes, his other on the inside as he pulls Wallace up to his feet, Wallace standing with one foot on the top turnbuckle pad and the other basically dangling...

Simone: Wait, what is Watts thinking about doing here?

Watts hugs Wallace as he goes for a...

Belly to Belly Suplex!

From the top turnbuckle, straight to the outside of the ring! Wallace goes crashing back first into the outside floor and Watts doesn't end up in much better condition either. Jacob Summers can't believe it as he stares in disbelief at what just went down in his match...

Adams: What the hell, disqualify this asshole!

Simone: For what? That move hurt Watts just as bad as Wallace, and it was totally clean... for once.

The fans are going crazy for the action as Summers checks on the wrestlers and then backs up, he finally begins to start a count.

...1
...2
...3

...Wallace and Watts start to make some movement; Watts using the steel steps to start to help himself up as Wallace crawls to his knees near the apron.

...4
...5
...6

Watts pushes himself up to his feet, completely hunched over the steps. Wallace pulls himself up as he lays his upper body and head over the apron, his feet dangling and somehow standing on the floor... kind of.

...7
...8
...9

Wallace finally slides into the ring at the count of 9... Watts is standing on his feet as he watches Summers throw his arms up in the air and yell out NINE! Watts forces himself into the ring, sliding under the ring rope just in time.

Simone: Wow, I thought we were going to have a double count out there, I really did.

Adams: I think we did have a count out, I think Watts took too long to get back into the ring.

Simone: Oh just stop already.

Watts stands up and just as he turns around...

Drunken Strike!

Wallace foot shoots straight for the chin of Watts, but Watts parries Wallace's leg out of the way, spinning Wallace around as Watts goes for...

The Highlight!

Watts wraps his arm around the neck and head of Wallace as he hops into the air and Wallace pushes Watts off of him. Watts bounces off of the ropes, coming straight into a kick to the gut by Wallace, Wallace sets it up and...

Wild Driver!

But Watts moves his leg just as Wallace goes for the sweep, staggering Wallace back as he bounces off of the ropes and comes back with force! Wallace looks for a huge clothesline to Watts but Watts ducks under, Wallace turns around...

The Highlight!

Connects! Watts literally flips over onto Wallace for the cover...

...1
...2
...3!

Watts does it! Somehow Watts finds the way to come out of this gruesome match, hit the Highlight and also get the cover... what a show put on by both men, one to remember as Watts gets the upper hand in the end and walks away with the victory.

Ding!
Ding!
Ding!

The bell sounds as Watts rolls over onto his back, holding his lower back for a second before rolling back onto his knees, slowly standing to his feet. Watts throws an arm into the air, a smirk on his bloody face as Wallace rolls around, holding his jaw on the ground, not able to come out on top in this one, but definitely showing just how impressive he can be... definitely showing that he is a top competitor in Sin City Wrestling.

Justin: Here is your winner... Andrew Watts!

Watts hunches over for a second before standing straight up, nodding his head as he leans against the nearby ropes, a cocky grin on his bloody face as he stares out towards the entrance ramp. Not really staring at anything, just staring with a grin, his chin resting against his forearms as blood drips down onto his arms.

Simone: And Watts with a successful match here at Inception! Wow, what a show these two just put on for us.

Adams: Damn! I really thought Jordan had that one, I don't get it...

Simone: Something tells me that we may not see these two in the same ring for a while... I don't think they can handle much more of each other after that.

Adams: Watts looks happy.

Simone: That he does... seems as if he has accomplished his goal here tonight.

---

The scene opens up backstage at Inception where we see one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions "SCW's Heavy Metal Bombshell" Jessie Salco working out to a heavy metal song, namely "Valhalla" by the German Power Metal band Blind Guardian, in preparation for her team's first defence.

Simone: Jessie and Amy won those titles back from the Mean Girls last month and I don't think anyone's going to take the titles from them anytime soon.

Adams: I'm just wondering how she can work out to a song like that!

The song ends and Jessie stretches a bit before looking for another song to play, before she can play one however Ms. Rocky Mountains approaches her and clears her throat catching the young Bombshell's attention.

Jessie: How long have you been standing there?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: I was waiting for the song to end.

Rocky responds and Jessie shakes her head.

Jessie: Look, I think it's pretty clear that you're here for my thoughts on the title defence so let's get this over with.

Rocky nods and Jessie folds her arms.

Jessie: My thoughts are this, our first reign may have ended far too early but that was because the Mean Girls can't win a match without cheating if their worthless lives depended on it! Jade and Crystal aren't even a remote threat to these titles, The Fallen and The Freakettes are much bigger threats than the both of them combined but that won't stop me and Amy from retaining the titles! Any questions?

Ms. Rocky Mountains: Just one, this year's Blast from the Past Tournament is starting on the first Climax Control of the year, we already know that you don't want to team with Andrew Garcia but, ideally, who do you want to team with?

Jessie: Ideally? That's a tough question as there are a lot of talented men on the roster, I'll just name three guys that I want to team with, Steve Ramone, Dark Tiger and Horace Jackson.

Rocky nods before walking off as the scene cuts to another part of the backstage area.

---

Justin Decent:The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Sin City Wrestling BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 310 pounds, they are Raynin and Gothika... THEEEEE FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLENNNNNN!!!

The lights go out, and a bass line starts to thump over the PA and we hear the opening guitar riffs of Dethklok's 'Black Fire Upon Us. On the titantron the image of three flaming balls of light streak through an image of the night sky as the music continues. The strains of the music plays over the PA as on the titantron, the three flaming balls rocket towards an image of the earth and the camera angle switches so it looks like they're coming straight towards the screen. They strike the same spot with a bright flash and three shadowy figures step out of the brightness.

Tonight We Ride On Clouds Of Fire
We're Damned By Gods Our DETHS Conspired
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul

Fly With Us Tonight
Fly With Us Tonight
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds

The lights start to strobe to the beat of the music and we see the angels of The Fallen standing on stage looking confident. Gothika, Darknyss and Raynin stand on stage and raise their fists in the air looking around confidently before the lights come up completely. They go from one side of the stage to the other, talking junk to the crowd and throwing their fists in the air.

The Sky
Will Break
Black Fire

Fly On Through The Night
Will Wake

We Built An Alliance
Our Numbers Are Strong

We Gather
They Must Think Of Us
But We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunatics

Gothika, Raynin and Darknyss come back to the center of the stage and pose once more before they start to walk down the ramp to the ring.

But Now We Must Fly
Battlefield In Sight
Beasts In The Night
Tragic In The Sky
Storm Gathers Strong
Cold Blackened Flame
Tell Us Our Future
Stories Of The Slain

Darknyss stops at the center of the ramp as Raynin and Gothika each walk around opposite sides of the ring. Gothika slides under the bottom rope as Darknyss climbs up onto the edge of the apron and steps through the second rope and Raynin climbs the far stairs and grabs the top rope and flips over the rope.

Dangerous Creatures
Those That Oppose Us
Raped All Their Power
Bartered With Warlocks
Cheated The Demons
For Ancient Spells
The Blackened Fire
Waits To Consume Us

Raynin and Gothika each climb a corner throwing their fists in the air and pumping them to the beat of the music as Darknyss stands in the center of the ring, pointing at them and talking junk to the crowd, nodding. Raynin and Gothika jump down and switch corners, trying to hype up the crowd before they jump down and stand beside Darknyss, waiting for the match to begin.

Justin Decent:Introducing next.. At a combined weight of 363 pounds, they are Felony Fontana and Rock Rose... THEEEEE FRRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAKETTES!!!

The lights dim throughout the arena as the opening bass of Alice Cooper's "School's Out" filters in through the PA system. Rainbow colored fireworks explode in front of the stage as the curtains are abruptly parted. The first figure to enter is the scowling behemoth "Rock" Rose, who pauses at the top of the ramp, soaking herself in the pyro while flexing her bulging biceps before an awestruck crowd. She stomps forth after the brief pause followed by the decidedly more energetic blonde Felony Fontana, who bounces back and forth, bursting into short dance steps, smiling and seeming to enjoy herself. Arriving at ringside, Rose enters first and holds the ropes open for her diminutive partner who jumps through and promptly climbs to the top rope extending her arms in acknowledgement of the crowd.

Justin Decent: And their opponents... At a combined weight of 243 pounds, they are... JAAAAAAAAADE MANENDEZ ARRRRRRRCADORRR AAAAAAAAAND CRRRRRRRRRRRYSTALLLL HILLLLLLLLLLTOOOOOOONNN!!!

All of a sudden "Superstar" by Lupe fiasco starts playing all over the Pa system. Two lights are pointed at the entrance way. Crystal Emerges through the curtains and is greeted by multiple pyros that start shooting off one by one. The crowd roars at her with a loud ovation of cheers and she slowly makes her way out walking down the aisle. Crystal cracks a grin as her photographers line up to take a picture of her. She finally makes it to the ring and places one foot on the apron and stretches the other one on the apron as well. She does a split to enter the ring and she finally makes it to her feet. She smiles bouncing around a bit as she awaits the remainder of her opponents to come out, as well as her partner.

"Revolution" by Judas Priest hits over the p.a as strobe lighting flickers all around the arena, as Jade appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings and soaks in the boos of the crowd. Jade smiles before heading down the ramp, ignoring the fans jeers and boos along the way before running and sliding into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckle and kisses her tattoo on wrist before raising the very same arm. Jade then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits in the center of the ring for her opponent..

Justin Decent:And last, but not least... At a combined weight of 248 pounds, they are your Tag Team Champions, Jessie Salco and Amy Marshall... THEEE PUNK ANNNNNNNND METAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLL CONNNNNNNNECTIONNNN!!!

"Wolves of War" by Burn Halo starts to play and the lights dim down , the titantron shows footage of several mosh pits from both Punk and Metal shows intercut with footage of Amy Marshall and Jessie Salco wrestling before the two women make their way down to ringside, Jessie gets a running start before jumping into the ring and Amy follows her in as the two women look to their opponents cautiously.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: And it looks as if we're going to see an alliance between The Fallen and our Lethal Lottery team of Jade Manendez-Arcador and Crystal Hilton as they band together on one side of the ring.

Adams: It is a wise strategy for the oddball team, but for how long will The Fallen keep this alliance intact? Oh, look at this... talk about another smart strategy...

Inside of the ring, we see Amy Marshall quickly duck out of the ring to one corner. Jessie hits the next one, causing the audience to stare on in amazement. Jade Arcador throws her hat in the ring so to speak as Crystal Hilton steps to the outside. Rock Rose stands her ground, causing Felony to step outside, along with The Fallen, each taking a free corner. The crowd cheers for the valiant efforts of Jade and Rock Rose as they walk to the center of the ring. They give a show of respect with a hand shake, much to the fans' delight.

Adams: What a class act right there.

Simone: They certainly are, but it makes you wonder what is to come... Oh, never mind..

As soon as Belinda questions it, Rock Rose pulls Jade into a tie up, easily overpowering the smaller grappler. Jade does her best to fight it off, but Rock presses her firmly against the ropes. She then sends Jade flying across the ring and into the opposite ropes. Jade comes back with a Shoulder butt, however the size difference doesn't allow Jade much leverage. She collides with her almost like she were a brick wall. She bounces off of the ropes once more, coming at Rose with everything she has, but Rose catches her with a powerful Hip Toss, landing Jade flat on her back. The crowd cheers for the move as she picks Jade up from the mat. She lifts her up for a Powerslam, but Jade rolls off of her back, bringing her down with a roll up pin. Jasmine drops down for the count.

1!

Adams: Not ever close, Jade! You've got your work cut out for you in this match up, sweets.

Simone: Marshall was half way in the ring already. She understands that these belts are on the line, and they don't even have to be pinned to lose them.

Marshall comes inside of the ring, causing Jasmine to walk over to her, blocking her from doing anything. She fights to get past her as she waves her arms in front of her, ordering her outside of the ring. She continues to protest, allowing Jessie to sneak inside of the ring. Jessie catches Rock Rose with a Shining Wizard as she is rising from the mat. Jade shouts at her for interfering, but she steps up to Jade, getting in her face. Jade decks her with a harsh right hook that drops her. Marshall rushes over to her with a High Knee Strike, sending her down to the mat. The crowd boos as Jasmine orders both women outside of the ring. After a couple of solid stomps, both women eventually oblige.

Simone: These two are unbelievable! I can't argue that it is a smart tactic, but how dirty can you get?

Adams: They don't want to lose their belts on their first defense, here! I hate to admit it, but when the gold is on the line, especially your gold? Sometimes you have to think outside of the box, Lind...

Jade slowly rises up from the mat as Rock is still recovering. She picks Rose up to her knees and begins attacking with a barrage of knee strikes to Rose's head and upper body. After a good seven strikes, Rose wraps her arms around Jade's legs and sweeps them out from under her. Rose holds onto her head as she hunches over Jade, laying in a few solid punches to her opponent. Jade shields her head, swinging an elbow into the side of Rose's face, knocking her away. Jade scoots over and tags in Raynin. Jasmine signals the tag as Raynin climbs inside of the ring.

Adams: And we've got our first official tag here!

Simone: It was a smart move by Jade, and Raynin is just chomping at the bit to get involved in this.

Raynin comes into the ring, making her way behind Rose. She wraps her arms around her waist and lifts Rose over with a Belly to Back Suplex. She quickly covers Rose, and Jasmine drops down for the count.

1!

2!

Marshall is right back inside of the ring. She pulls Rock Rose's foot, yanking her right from under Raynin. She then comes down on Raynin with a heavy club to her back. She drops a knee down on her, but quickly exits the ring as Gothika comes inside of the ring. Marshall taunts her from the outside as Jasmine guides an upset Gothika back to her corner. Rose crawls over to tag in Marshall, who drops down to the outside of the ring, avoiding the tag.

Simone: Simply disgusting. For a competitor who seems to want a piece of the action, she really doesn't seem to want to be officially in it.

Adams: Cheap tactics, but it is still tactics. These ladies didn't get the titles by playing it by the book, so why should any part of their reign be by the book?

Rock looks shocked by the denial for a moment before she walks over to Jessie who does the same. Rock shouts at them, but then gives Raynin the chance to sneak up behind her with an Inverted DDT that plants Rock on the mat. Raynin quickly drops down for the cover.

1!

2!

Jessie reaches in and places Rock's foot on the bottom rope. Jasmine sees it and calls for the break. Raynin glares out at Jessie who smiles sadistically back at her. With the distraction, Rose manages to shove Raynin off of her with a hard thrust that sends her a good distance away. Rose gets to her feet, but she knows she needs a tag out, so she walks over to Felony for the tag. Felony tries to get inside of the ring, but Marshall has a hold of her leg, stopping her. She jerks at her foot with everything she has, but Marshall grounds herself. Raynin backs up a few feet, sizing her legal opponent up before she hits a Baseball Slide... under Felony's legs, knocking Marshall back into the barricade, while causing Felony to fall off of the apron, hitting it face first.

Adams: STEEEEEEEERIKE!

Simone: I think that's more like a home run than anything, taking out two of her opponents at once!

Once Felony gets over the initial shock, shaking the cob webs out quickly, she slides inside of the ring. As Raynin goes for a Clothesline, Felony ducks underneath it. She comes back with a Sitout Jawbreaker that causes Raynin to reel from the impact. She falls flat on her back, and Felony flies across the ring, bouncing off of the ropes and she lands a picture perfect Handspring Moonsault. She hooks the leg.

1!

2!

Raynin kicks out with force. Felony quickly gets to her feet before Raynin. Felony lands a Dropkick that pushes Raynin back into the ropes. As she rebounds, Felony goes for a Hip Toss, but Raynin blocks it. She goes to reverse with one of her own, but Felony blocks. She rams Raynin's face into her knee twice before hitting a Hurricanrana that sends Raynin off into the corner. As Felony gets up, Raynin shocks her with a quick Clothesline. Raynin stumbles over to Gothika and slaps hands with her, making the tag.

Simone: And we're seeing the second tag to from someone to their actual teammate.

Adams: And Gothika looks to be on fire as soon as she gets in on the action!

Before Felony has a chance to get to her feet, Gothika catches her around the waist. She wrestles with the smaller opponent, forcing her between her legs, landing a Powerbomb. She hooks on, hitting a second one. She keeps it locked, lifting Felony up for a third one, but she is closer to Rock Rose than she realizes. Rose grabs onto Felony's hands, helping her to gain leverage. Felony is able to summon the strength to land a Tornado DDT on Gothika that sends the fans into a roar of applause!

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap* THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap Clap Clap*

Simone: This match promised to be one of the best of the night, and these gals are certainly delivering!

Adams: We have yet to see Crystal Hilton, or the champs in official action, and Jade Arcador has had plenty of time to recuperate. This one could be anyone's game!

Gothika and Felony are sprawled out on the mat from the impact. Gothika grabs onto her head as she tries to get to her feet very slowly. As Felony starts to stir, Gothika picks up the much smaller grappler and locks on for a Belly to Belly Suplex, but Felony hits multiple Headbutts to stop her. Gothika lets go of Felony, but takes a few steps back, nailing a Big Boot to the cruiserweight. Gothika drops down for the count on Felony.

1!

2!

Adams: And we've got a kick out from Felony! But I'm assuming Jasmine didn't see Rock Rose tag in?

Simone: That feisty Bombshell has gotten out of much stickier predicaments, but it's good to see that this thing isn't anywhere near over yet!

Gothika lifts Felony up from the mat, but Felony trips her up into a Victory Roll pin

1!

2!

Gothika shifts the pin over, Felony's shoulders pinned down against the mat.

1!

2!

At this point, Jessie and Marshall come inside of the ring to break things up. Marshall grabs Felony and tosses her into the corner. Jessie stomps on Gothika several times before picking her up and tossing her into an empty corner. She and Marshall ascend the corners, laying in punches to their respective opponents. Jasmine shouts at them both to stop and exit the ring, but neither one pays her any mind.

Simone: Their tactics are clear, as they wear down their opponents while refusing to tag in. It is disgusting.

Adams: It looks like the others aren't having any of this!

Rock Rose clubs Marshall across the back as Crystal Hilton grabs hold of Marshall's tights. Jade and Raynin grab onto Jessie, and simultaneously, Gothika and Felony hooks their attacker's legs, and are aided with a three person Powerbomb!

Adams: What do you even call that?! It's amazing!

Simone: I call it fair game! The champs just got a taste of their own medicine right there!

The crowd erupts into cheers as all of the illegal entrants exit the ring to their respective corners, save for Jessie and Marshall. Felony grabs onto Jessie as Gothika grabs onto Marshall, lifting them up from the mat and dumping them over the top rope. The crowd cheers as they dust their hands off in satisfaction before turning back to one another. Gothika contemplates in her mind as Felony rushes forward. They both tie up in the center of the ring. Gothika presses Felony against the ropes before flinging her across the ring. As Felony closes in on the ropes, she hits a Springboard Elbow to a charging Gothika. As Gothika spins around, Felony leaps onto the back of Gothika and falls down with a Back Breaker.

Adams: Felony is on fire out there!

Simone: She is, but it looks like Crystal Hilton wants to blow out that fire as she tags herself in!

Crystal Hilton steps inside of the ring once Jasmine signals the tag. Felony looks rubbed the wrong way as she steps outside, glaring at Hilton. Hilton turns her attention to her temporary ally, but no sooner than she does, do we find Felony leaning over the ropes, tagging herself back in! Jasmine signals the tag much to Hilton's dismay. Felony jumps over the ropes, ready to take on the action, but Hilton quickly tags herself back in again. Felony looks angry as she storms off to the corner, exiting. Hilton makes sure to put distance between them to avoid the tag again. Gothika gets to her feet, and Crystal hits a Shuffle Side Kick.

Simone: She about took Gothika's head off with that one!

Adams: Crystal Hilton is making her presence felt right out of the gate here!

Crystal Hilton leans down and picks Gothika up off of the mat. She lands an over shoulder Back to Belly Piledriver that rocks the ring. She takes a short stroll around Gothika, seeing her stable mate holding onto her neck. She picks Gothika up from the mat and flings her into the ropes. As Gothika comes back, she locks on a Sleeper Hold that causes a pop from the audience. She locks it on tightly, bringing Gothika down to her knees. Gothika slaps at her arm, trying to break free, but Crystal doesn't give an inch. She wrenches tightly. Gothika starts to fade, going slightly limp as Hilton continues to apply the hold.

Adams: And just like that, this match could very well be over!

Simone: I wouldn't count on that, Jason. We've seen how the champions are playing this one, and I wouldn't bet on it...

Gothika grows wary as she falls down to the mat. Suddenly, Marshall starts to get inside of the ring, and Crystal releases the hold. She bounds across the ring, planting her down with a Clothesline. Gothika starts to recharge a bit, and by the time Hilton gets back to her, Gothika trips her up, landing her throat first across the bottom ropes. Gothika stands up, wobbling on her feet as she stumbles over to Jessie, tagging her in!

Adams: Jessie has been tagged! She's officially in this match!

Simone: And she looks completely unhappy to be in this match. I wonder what she's going to do now?

Jessie glares at Gothika who steps to the outside. Jessie tries to tag her back in, but Gothika drops down to the floor! Jessie tries to make her way around, but Felony, Rock Rose, Jade Arcador, and Raynin join her, giving Jessie a taste of her own medicine! Jessie makes her way over to Marshall, who simply shakes her head in the negative. Jessie tags her in anyway, causing her partner to give her a dirty look. While the two argue in the corner, Hilton comes out of nowhere with a Double Clothesline, leveling both women! Jessie rolls to the outside of the ring as Hilton picks Marshall up. She sends Marshall across the ring, and as she rebounds, Hilton hits a Lou Thesz Press, nailing a fury of punches to Marshall's face.

Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: There is some serious pent up frustration that Hilton is relieving right here!

Adams: Well, when there is gold on the line, some take the approach of The Metal and Punk Connection, while others chase after it with everything they've got...

Hilton doesn't relent with her attack on Marshall, letting the punches fly. Marshall reaches up and rakes at her face, serving as a distraction so that she can get out from underneath her attacker. She quickly climbs up to her feet, but Hilton is there and waiting for her with a boot to the mid section. She brings Marshall down with a hard DDT. Hilton stands up and stares down at Marshall as she rolls around on the mat. She picks Marshall off of the mat and sends her flying into the ropes. She waits for Marshall with a shuffling side kick, but Marshall ducks just below the foot, coming off of the opposite ropes to land a Bulldog to Hilton. With Hilton on the ground, Marshall quickly sets her up for the Sharpshooter as the audience rains down with boos.

Adams: This one is pretty risky, Belinda. There are five other women on the outside that could come in and break this one up quickly.

Simone: But, the move is a painful one that takes a lot out of an opponent. And with a guy like Crystal Hilton, taking out the legs is a wise strategy.

Hilton can't get out of this move as she struggles to get near the ropes. Her arms fly out wildly, desperately reaching, but she is too far away from them. Marshall tightens her grip as she shouts out to the audience, who continues to cheer her. Jade has had enough of this, and she comes inside of the ring. Jasmine quickly cuts her off, ordering her back to the outside. Jade tries to get past her without shoving her, but she doesn't let up on her. She gives up as she sees Hilton inch her way over to the ropes. She points Jasmine's attention in that direction as she gets outside of the ring. Jasmine calls for Marshall to break it up. Marshall shakes her head, refusing to give in.

Simone: Marshall is holding firm in her decision to not let go, even as Jasmine starts her count.

Adams: Of course not. What happens if she gets disqualified? They still get to walk out of here with the belts around their waists.

Jasmine reaches a count of 4, threatening to call for the bell when Jade flies inside of the ring. She comes at Marshall with a High Knee to the back of the head, instantly breaking up the hold. She threatens to do more damage, but Jasmine leads her to the outside of the ring with some force. Hilton stumbles to her feet, favoring her knee as she walks it off. She picks Marshall off of the ropes and hits a thrust to her throat, that sends Marshall reeling. She quickly plants Marshall down on the mat with a Belly to Belly Suplex that shakes the ring. She pins Marshall's shoulders to the mat as Jasmine drops down.

1!

2!

Adams: Jessie in for the save!

Simone: As much as their fellow competitors would love to watch Amy Marshall pinned like this, everyone was ready to break that pin up.

Jade and Gothika both get inside of the ring and take care of Jessie, sending her into the ropes, linking arms for a double clothesline to her to the outside of the ring. Jessie ducks underneath this. She flies forward with a Double Inverted Bulldog, landing both competitors on their backs. As Jessie stands up, Crystal Hilton is right there to meet her. Jessie looks stunned at first, but then smiles at Hilton, taunting her. However, Hilton doesn't play this game back, smashing Jessie across the face with a hard punch. She lifts Jessie high into the air with a Military Press Slam, dumping Jessie to the outside of the ring in the process!

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap! Clap! Clap!* THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap! Clap! Clap!* THAT WAS AWESOME! *Clap! Clap! Clap!

As Crystal turns around, Marshall is getting up to her feet. Crystal Clotheslines her into the corner where she tags in Jade Manendez-Arcador. Jade clubs Marshall across the back as she climbs inside of the ring. Hilton hoists Marshall onto the top rope, and Jade climbs up top, ready to unleash a powerful Frankensteiner! She hooks the arms and the crowd goes wild. Jade gives a sign of respect to the audience as she prepares to leap off with the finisher. The other competitors get nervous until Marshall flips Jade over her shoulders, causing her to tumble to the mat! Marshall walks over and tags Gothika in with a chop to her chest. The fans boo as Marshall exits the ring. Gothika looks taken aback by this at first. However, she is not against a fight, even if it is to a temporary ally.

Simone: We are seeing a lot of Fallen versus Jade and Crystal in this match, aren't we?

Adams: Well, when the titles are on the line, you gotta do what you gotta do, Despite any honest intentions of an alliance.

Gothika lifts Jade off of the mat and sends her flying over to the ropes where Felony reaches over and tags herself in. As Jade comes back, she flies into Gothika, but Jasmine signals the tag. Felony charges into the ring on fire as she levels Jade with a Clothesline. Gothika gets up and Felony puts her back down with a Handspring Drop Kick. She picks Jade up from the ground and dumps her to the outside of the ring. Felony picks Gothika's legs up and begins to slowly spin around; building it up to a Big Swing that sends Gothika skidding across the mat. She waves at the Fallen member, coaxing her up. Gothika slowly gets up to her feet, and Felony charges forward, leaping up onto Gothika's shoulders with a Hurricanrana that brings her back down to the mat. She hugs onto Gothika's legs for the pin.

1!

2!

Adams: I don't think that Jessie could have gotten inside of the ring any quicker to break that up. You'd think her title was on the line or something...

Simone: It is? You wouldn't know it with how she has been avoiding the ring as if it were filled with vipers.

Rock Rose comes inside of the ring, and hits Jessie with a Big Boot to the side of her head. Marshall decides to take advantage of Jasmine being distracted, coming inside of her own. She leaps up onto Rock Rose's back with a choke hold. Rose turns around, trying to pull Marshall off of her back. Jade climbs onto the top rope, deciding to collide with both women, but Rose surprises her by catching her in mid air! She delivers a massive Powerbomb to Jade, and then lifts Marshall up onto her shoulders. Felony leaps off of the top rope for a Hurricanrana, completing their patented double team move, the Freakathon! Felony looks over at the carnage with a smile on her face as she proudly jumps up and down. Gothika surprises her by wrapping her arms around Felony's waist. Gothika rolls around the front and lifts Felony off of the ground, ready to hit a hard slam. She walks around, showing it off for the Fallen fans, but the crowd distraction allows Felony to roll out of Gothika's grip. Felony goes for a clothesline to her much bigger opponent, but Gothika side steps it. She flings Felony into the ropes, looking for a Clothesline of her own, but Felony ducks underneath it. She ricochets off of the ropes, and Gothika turns into a Spinning Crossbody from Felony, who hooks the legs as they land. Jasmine drops down for the count.

1!

Raynin darts into the ring, but Rock Rose levels her with a hard Atomic Drop!

2!

Crystal Hilton comes inside of the ring, but Rock Rose surprises her by scooping her up into a Side Slam, just as Jasmine's hand comes down for the...

3!NO!

Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: I... I thought this one was over, but... I almost can't believe what just happened!

Adams: Well believe it, Lindy!

Out of nowhere, Raynin reaches in and tags Gothika, refreshing her teams chances in this match. Crystal Hilton goes to Clothesline her to the ground, but Raynin ducks, causing her to smash hard into Rock Rose. An all out brawl soon erupts between all of the teams, and Jasmine seems to have lost control. She tries everything she can to break it up, but eventually the carnage spills to the outside. Raynin measures Felony up, and as she stands on her feet, Raynin runs up the second rope and catapults off with the Whiskey Tango Foxtrot kick to Felony that puts her down for the count! Raynin drops down and hooks the leg. Jasmine begins her count as the fans shout out in amazement.

Justin Decent: Here are your winners and NEW SIN CITY WRESTLING BOMBSHELL TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THHHHHHE FAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLENNNNN!!!

Simone: I... I still don't believe it! Most of these women put everything on the line here tonight, but only one team could walk out with those straps!

Adams: You couldn't be more right with that. We saw some impressive stuff from them, but it just seems that The Fallen were meant to continue their winning streak here tonight.

Darknyss slides inside of the ring, jumping up and down happily as Raynin helps Gothika to her feet. The three celebrate while everyone on the outside stops and looks inside of the ring in anger and confusion. The now former champions, Metal and Punk Connection stomp their feet, shouting out angrily in protest as The Fallen soak in every priceless reaction.

Simone: In a match this big, luck certainly played a role.

Adams: Maybe, but it was skill that won this match, Belinda. The Fallen deserve their win, and a long reign to go along with it.

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The scene opens up backstage were we see Steve working out ahead of the massive Six Man Tag Team Match against Power Play that is moments away.

Simone: If anyone's ready to put Power Play in their place it's Steve.

Adams: Though his comments about J2H did rub Melody Grace the wrong way.

Steve stops working out to address the camera.

Steve: I'm going to keep this short and sweet because those three moronic punks are not worth my time and neither is J2H's dumbass wife! J2H, I saw your tweet earlier but I ignored it, why? Because if the things I have to say to you would make J2H's stupid character limit beg for mercy! Hawkes, I don't care how much money you have and I don't care how many matches you win, you are a moron and the only reason Melody pays any attention to you is because she's a dumb blonde who's no different from the Mean Girls except for the fact that she doesn't have as much money as those morons!

Simone: Whoa, that's harsh, Steve basically just called Melody a gold digger!

Adams: And now I have the Kanye West song stuck in my head.

Steve: What's the matter Melody? Are you going to cry about that too? Good, I'm just speaking the truth and sometimes the truth hurts! JN Ringo and Giani, those morons aren't a threat to me and neither are you J2H, tonight you're getting another meeting between my foot and your face and this time it'll result in Power Play's first loss!

The cameraman leaves as the scene fades.

---

Ms Rocky Mountains is standing in the hallways when Power Play stroll past.

Ms Rocky Mountains: Hey guys! Can I ask a couple of questions?

Giani: We have a match in five minutes, so no.

Ms Rocky Mountains: I'll be quick.

Ringo: Didn't you hear the man? He said no.

Rocky looks disappointed as the trio start to walk by.

Ms Rocky Mountains: Just one question.

The three men stop in their tracks, breathing deeply.

J2H: I'll answer one question because you know everyone wants to hear from me.

Rocky's eyes brighten up as she looks towards J2H.

Ms Rocky Mountains: You're about to...

Giani holds up his hand, stopping Ms Rocky Mountains in her tracks.

Giani: Let me guess, you're gonna ask his thoughts on the up coming match?

Rocky nods her head slowly.

Ringo: Typical reporter question. The whole lot of you need to come up with better questions or someone in power need to fire all your asses.

Rocky looks taken back.

J2H: I've talked constantly about my thoughts about these NXT losers but you want more thoughts on them? I'll make this nice and simple for you. Tonight, you should enjoy seeing NXT, because this will be the last time you ever get to see them. This is their farewell bow, because we will be finally putting this ghost to rest, we will finally be ending this piss poor stable for the last time. Many have tried, many have failed. We won't fail, failure is never an option for us, and tonight, we will show you all that we are the best group to have ever graced a ring. Tonight, NXT will be kneeling before power.

J2H looks towards Ms Rocky Mountains.

J2H: There ya go.

The group turn and walk away as the camera fades back to ringside

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Simone: Six man tag action coming up next, Jason. This one is sure to be quite the battle!

Adams: I wish it were six Bombshells, Belinda. It's a lot more fun.

Simone: You've seen Bombshells all night, Jason.

Adams: And if I had my way, it would be only Bombshells the entire night. It's a lot more fun watching them kick each other's arses.

Justin: Ladies and gentleman our next match is scheduled for one fall and it is a six man tag team match!

Crowd: POP!

Untravelled Road's throbbing beat and clapping begins to play as Connor Murphy comes out on stage, one arm shaking with the beat over his head as the other pulls his cigarette from his lips while holding a red solo cup. Starting down towards the ring, he jokes and smirks at the fans.

Justin Decent: Introducing first, representing team NXT..Hailing from Ottawa Ontario Canada... Connor MURPHY!

Simone: I have a feeling Connor Murphy will be looking for a bit of a comeback, Jason. He's been up and down in his time here in SCW.

Adams: Hey all that matters is that he has fun, Belinda. The man always has fun!

Connor stops part way around the ring at the announcers table to take one final puff of his cigarette then looks for something to put it out in. With a smirk and a nod at Belinda, he motions putting out the cigarette in her drink only to wave it off and put his glass down on the table and drop the butt into it. Climbing into the ring, he wipes at his nose then smirks for the fans again.

Justin Decent: And his first partner...

"New Low" by Middle Class Rut begins to play on the sound system.

Justin Decent: From parts unknown....JON DOUGH!

Jon waits for the lyrics to start and holding a mic in his right hand he walks from behind the curtain singing the lyrics to the song while he high fives as many fans as he can till he hit's the ring. He then slides from under the button ropes. Gets on his feet and gets on top of one of the turnbuckles and hold the mic up in the air while the crowd sings the chorus.

Adams: Jon Dough is one strange man.

Simone: That he is, but he's never backed down from a fight.

Jon's music finally comes to an end as "Dangerous" by Within Temptation and Howard Jones hits the speakers.

Justin Decent: And their partner... hailing from Queens, New York...He is the Fearless One...STEVE RAMONE!!!

The crowd comes alive for "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone, as soon as the vocals hit Steve comes out with his wife Charlotte by his side as he high fives the crowd as he walks down the ramp, once they reach the ringside area Steve leaps into the ring through the bottom and middle ropes before holding the middle rope down for his wife as they wait for their opponents. Steve, Connor and Jon all discuss strategy quietly as they wait for Power Play to enter.

Simone: These three men have a big task ahead of them. They want to prove NXT is alive and well, but if they lose to Power Play...

Adams: More like if they win people will have to accept NXT survives!

"Ooooh... yeah, yeah... oh". The opening repeated line to Kanye West's "Power" starts to blast through the speakers as blue lights but through the now faded darkness in the arena. The image of a closed fist is seen on the screen before the letters 'POWER' appear on the screen

Justin Decent: and their opponents...

JN Ringo, Giani and J2H appear at the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos from the live crowd. The three look at each other before lifting a fist each, the fist at head height. They nod to each other and start walking towards the ring. J2H is wearing gold trunks with the word power on the back. He walks slightly in front of the shirtless JN Ringo, wearing gold shorts, boots and kneepads with "Power" written on the back of the shorts.

Justin Decent: At a combined weight of 705 pounds, representing Power Play, JN Ringo, J2H and Giani Da Luca!

JN Ringo, Giani and J2H reach the ring and JN Ringo slides under the bottom rope while Giani steps in over the ropes and J2H slides under. JN Ringo moves towards the middle of the ring, both arms in the air, before walking to the ropes and pulling himself on the middle rope in the center of the ring and raising his arm again whilst Giani and J2H turn their attention to NXT.

Power Play quietly discusses who will be the one to start off the match and as Ringo and J2H step through the ropes, Giani turns around and glares across the ring at team NXT. Jon Dough and Connor Murphy step through the ropes to the ring apron, leaving Steve in the ring. Giani and Steve are prepared to start things off for their teams and Steve glares over at Giani with a look of determined confidence. Giani smirks and tells Ramone to "come at me bro" just as Drew Patton calls for the bell.

DING! DING! DING!

Adams: Here we go!

Simone: The Fearless one definitely living up to his name as he shows no fear against the former Heavyweight Champion!

Steve charges across the ring at Giani, wasting no time in getting this match up started. He attempts an early clothesline but Giani ducks it, spins around quickly, kicking Steve in the back of the legs. Steve drops to knees and Giani kicks the back of his head as the crowd boos him viciously.

Simone: I think I liked Giani better when he wasn't such a jerk.

Adams: I'm sure everyone did, but don't think he really cares.

Giani just smirks and spins around arrogantly, taunting the fans for a moment before he turns his focus back to the Fearless One. He reaches down, grabbing Steve by his hair, but Steve turns the tables and pulls Giani down in a rollup!

1...2...Giani kicks out!

Simone: Ooh..Steve almost outsmarted Giani there. Well done, Steve!

Giani and Steve quickly get back to their feet and Giani is LIVID that Steve came close to ending the match that early. Steve just smiles confidently until Giani charges at him angrily and the two lock up, trying to overpower one another. Giani ends up forcing Steve into one of the corners closest to Team NXT. Jon and Connor are watching closely, ready to be tagged in when needed. Giani wraps his hands around Steve's throat, choking out his opponent as Drew orders him to back away. He's forced to start his mandatory count when Giani doesn't heed his warning.

1...2...3...4...Giani finally holds his hands up and backs away, smirking and Drew warns him not to do that again. Giani just shrugs this off and charges back at Steve, delivering a vicious boot to the gut followed by another and then another, increasing the ferocity with each one. He doesn't stop until Steve is worn down collapses in the corner and Drew orders him to back away again.

Adams: Payback is a bitch, isn't it Steve?

Giani heads over and makes the tag to Ringo. Steve is trying to crawl his way over to make the tag to either Jon or Connor but Ringo rushes over to him, pulling him away. He takes Steve by his hair, pulling him back to his feet. Ringo whips him across the ring and Steve rebounds back. He ducks a clothesline attempt, rebounds off the second set of ropes, making a blind tag to Jon Dough and flys at Ringo with a forearm to the face that sends Ringo down to the canvas. Drew acknowledges the tag and Jon Dough jumps up to the top turnbuckle, waiting for Steve to get out of the way!

Simone: Ouch...that had to hurt!

Adams: As I've experienced the same thing, Belinda, I can tell you it does...it really does.

Steve rolls away and under the bottom rope. Before he can make a move, J2H gets into the ring, running against the ropes and tripping on the top turnbuckle! Jon crashes down, holding his groin as Drew orders J2H back to his corner and Ringo gets back to his feet.

Ringo grabs Jon and flips him off the top rope and on to his back on the canvas. Before he gets back to Jon he knocks both Steve and Connor off the apron with forearms to the heads of both men. Steve and Connor crash to the ground below and Giani and J2H snicker and cheer their buddy on. Ringo gets back to Jon, delivering a couple of stomps to Jon's head before he backs himself against the ropes, pushing himself forward and delivering an elbow drop. He hooks the leg for the pin and Drew drops down!

1...2...Jon kicks out!

Adams: Not gonna be that easy, Ringo.

Ringo slams his fists against the canvas in frustration and just as he is about to get back to his feet, Steve and Connor each grab one of his feet, pulling him to the outside for payback!

Simone: Ooh..things are starting to heat up now! I think Ringo really pissed off Steve and Connor.

Adams: Yeah, but my guess is that Giani and J2H aren't going to let this assault go on for long!

Steve and Connor take turns exchanging lefts and rights to Ringo but it doesn't last long as Giani and J2H jump down from their own corner and storm around the ring to Ringo's defense! J2H tackles Connor and Giani goes after Steve again, whipping him against the steel steps! Drew shouts at all the men, trying to restore order to this match, but to no avail.

Adams: Told ya. Drew has a hell of a job tonight.

Connor fights against both J2H and Ringo with everything he's got, exchanging lefts and rights with the former Brat Prince and Steve Ramone comes back at Giani with an attempted spear, but the Itallion Stallion blocks it and holds him back. All five men aren't paying attention as Jon Dough has gotten back to his feet, tilting his head curiously at the situation.

Simone: Wait a minute...what is Jon Dough doing here?

After thinking for a moment, Jon runs against the opposite set of ropes, rebounding back and charging across the ring. He then jumps and leaps OVER the tope rope, crashing against all five men with a flying cross body that sends all six men crashing down to the canvas in a mess of bodies!

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Simone: What a move by Jon Dough! All six men are down in one big mess! Drew doesn't even know what to do!

Adams: Jon Dough and Ringo are the legal men here, but where are they in that mess?

Drew stands against the ropes, unable to do anything except begin his count. Ringo and Jon Dough are both the legal men, but neither seems to be aware that Drew has started his count.

1..2..3...

J2H and Ringo shove Jon Dough off of them, kicking their way out of the mess of bodies.

Simone: There's Ringo...

4...5...6...

Ringo gets back to his feet, realizing Drew is making the count and he shouts at Giani and J2H. He slides in the ring and Jon Dough attempts to get back in the ring either, but Giani and J2H hold his legs, stopping him from out of Drew's view. Jon struggles.

Simone: Oh come on! How does Drew not see that?!

Adams: They miss a lot, Belinda. They're still fighting for a better vision plan...

7...8...9...

Steve comes flying at both men, tackling them back to the ground and Jon Dough is able to slide in under the bottom rope at the last second, saving his team and continuing the match! Connor, Steve, Giani and J2H all return to their corners as Ringo and Jon have gotten back to their feet exchanging lefts and rights.

Jon backs Ringo against the ropes and whips him across the ring. He leans forward attempting a back body drop, but is met with a boot to the face followed by a hard right hook that sends him stumbling against the ropes. Ringo drags him over to his own corner and tags in J2H who is more than ready to get into this match!

Simone: And here comes J2H! Wait...what is Ringo doing now?

Adams: Looks like you need a better vision plan, too, Belinda.

Ringo doesn't step to the outside apron right away, instead holding Jon back as J2H delivers a series of kicks and punches to the midsection, wearing him down. Drew orders Ringo to the outside and Ringo finally shoves Jon right into a superkick from J2H before he steps to the outside apron next to Giani. Meanwhile, J2H has locked in a sleeper hold to Jon, who is desperately trying to fight out of it and get back to his corner to make a tag.

Simone: Connor Murphy is still dying to get into this match. He's yet to see any ring action. Jon really needs to make the tag!

Adams: If J2H keeps that sleeper hold locked in, he won't be able to.

Jon starts wearing down the longer J2H has the sleeper hold locked in. J2H shouts at him to give up, but Jon refuses to do so. As Jon fades further, J2H orders Drew to do his job and check on Jon.

Drew kneels down, checking on Jon, but the masked man is unresponsive. Drew grabs his arm, lifting it into the air then releases it. It drops right back down.

1!

Simone: This isn't looking good for Jon Dough.

He repeats the move again, and again, Jon's arm falls right back down and J2H smiles arrogantly as he thinks he has this won.

2!

Adams: I think it's about to be all over, Belinda...

Drew takes Jon's hand for a third and final time and when he releases it, it drops back down...

3...NO! He stops it just before drew makes the final count and J2H's eyes widen, but he doesn't release the hold! Jon begins fighting as Connor and Steve begin clapping and stomping their feet, getting the crowd riled up and encouraging their teammate. J2H shakes his head, but Jon gets back to his feet with J2H on his back, before he flips him over and onto his back on the canvas, delivers a stomp to the head.

Simone: What a comeback from Jon Dough! He refused to give up!

Jon then gets in position quickly and delivers a standing moonsault, hooking the leg and Drew drops down!

1...J2H quickly gets the shoulder up!

Adams: J2H refusing to give up just as much, Belinda. Both of these teams want this win badly, and for different reasons.

Simone: Power Play wants nothing more than to finally finish off whatever is left of NXT, but Steve Jon and Connor are proving that it may pull out a miracle and survive.

Jon gets back to his feet pulling J2H with him and as the two fight back and forth, Connor and Steve are desperate for the tag.

J2H backs Jon against the ropes and attempts to clothesline him over the top rope, Jon ducks forward and sends J2H over the tope rope instead! But J2H lands on both feet on the ring apron outside right next to Steve Ramone!

Simone: Dangerous spot for J2H to be in right now.

Jon rushes over and tags Connor Murphy in and the crowd cheers! Steve delivers a kick to the kidneys to J2H and Connor grabs a hold of J2H by the head, flipping him up and over the top rope. Seeing Steve's cheap shot, Ringo jumps down from the apron and rushes over, grabbing Steve by the foot and pulling him down from the apron! Steve's head bounces off the apron and the two begin battling on the outside!

Adams: Here we go again!

Connor kneels down over J2H and begins delivering punch after punch to the temple before he gets up and delivers a standing dropkick. J2H rolls on to his side, but Connor rolls him back over and drops down for the cover.

1..2..J2H kicks out!

Simone: Close but no cigar, Connor!

Ringo and Steve are still battling it out on the outside until Ringo sends Steve crashing into the steel steps. Jon Dough jumps steps onto the top step leaps off, delivering a flying clothesline that sends both men crashing to the ground.

Adams: And there Drew goes paying attention to what's going on on the outside instead of in the ring. Turn around Drew!

Simone: No chance of that apparently.

Drew gets temporarily distracted once again with the mess on the outside and Connor has gotten back to his feet. He is just about to lean down to pull J2H up to his feet when Giani Di Luca comes out of nowhere with a vicious spear and the crowd boos loudly! Giani rolls out of the ring quickly as Drew turns around, running over to assist Ringo.

J2H is now back to his feet and after making sure Ringo and Giani have the situation on the outside under control, he pulls an unsteady connor back to his feet, all be it unsteadily. Once Connor is in position, he delivers a standing kick to the back of Connor's head!

Simone: SOLID GOLD! J2H hit the Solid Gold!

Connor crumples to the canvas. J2H covers him for the pin and Drew drops down for the count.

1!

2!

3!!!

DING DING! DING!

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman here are you winners...POWER PLAY!!

"Power" by Kanye West hits the speakers again as Ringo and Giani roll back into the ring. Drew Patton raises J2H's hand as Ringo and Giani raise their own, celebrating. Steve and Jon Dough pull a disoriented Connor out of the ring as the crowd boos Power Play.

Simone: There you have it folks. Power Play has done what they set out to do. They've defeated the last of NXT.

Adams: It was a hell of a fight though, Belinda. NXT came close.

Simone: Close just doesn't cut it though, Jason.

Steve, Jon and Connor all disappear backstage disappointed, as Power Play makes their exit from the ring. The crowd continues to boo them as they head backstage.

---

Simone: Ladies and gentleman, we're just getting word that Christian Underwood is now on the scene backstage with the situation with Misty.

Adams: That was a couple nasty chair shots, Belinda, and things aren't looking good for the three time former Bombshell Champion.

Simone: No it's not, Jason. Let's switch backstage and see if we can get an update on Misty's condition.

As the cameras switch backstage, there is a lot of activity going on surrounding the attack on Misty. EMTs and trainers are surrounding her, checking on her condition. O'Malley is a safe distance away, watching on with concern as they try to get Misty to say something. Melody Grace is now joined by Roxi Johnson, as both women look on worried for their friend and partner, and Christian Underwood is keeping a close eye as well until he turns his attention briefly to Melody Grace.

Christian: Melody, I need you to tell me again what happened.

Melody shakes her head, looking close to tears as the EMTs work on Misty. Roxi comforts her.

Roxi: Don't worry, Mel. Misty is going to be fine. She's a fighter. She'll pull through this. Now tell us what happened.

Melody: Well... it's like I said. We were just walking along after our match. Misty wanted to find O'Malley, but we weren't expecting to find him the way we did. He was down on the ground, holding his head and the back of his neck. Misty ran to go check on him and when I tried to follow, someone grabbed me from behind and held me back.

Hearing Melody recount what happened, O'Malley lifts his head and looks in their direction. He takes in a deep breath, shaking his head, disappointed.

Melody: I shouted and when Misty turned around to check on me, that's when the other person attacked her with a chair. First hit directly in the face, then the second right over the top of her head. She just...she crumpled to the ground after that! I..I tried to help her!

Melody becomes almost inconsolable, but Roxi continues to try and comfort her. Christian Underwood turns and looks towards O'Malley, but the Irishman turns his attention back to Misty, who is now being loaded carefully on to a stretcher. She now has a neck brace on, keeping her neck immobile.

Roxi: Hey, don't beat yourself up about this, Mel. Had you tried to attack whoever it was, you might be in the same position as she is.

Christian: Roxi is right. This is not your fault, but I would certainly like to know whose it is. Did you happen to get a look at their faces? Anything to identify them?

Melody shakes her head.

Melody: I wish I had. They were just wearing those ugly black hoods so I couldn't see their faces. But I think the one who was holding me might have been a guy... or a really strong woman. I can't be sure.

Christian: No worries, Melody. You did the right thing in getting help as quickly as you did.

One of the EMTs turns to Christian, Melody and Roxi.

EMT: We're all set to transfer her to the hospital. Would one of you like to come with?

Melody and Roxi immediately turn their attention to O'Malley.

Roxi: O'Malley you should go with her. Your face should be the first one she sees when she wakes up.

O'Malley: Thank ye, love. I'll be sure to update you as soon as I know anything.

The EMTs head off down the hall but Christian stops O'Malley for a moment.

Christian: I'll be needing a word with you in the near future, Mr. O'Malley.

O'Malley just nods in response, still in shock over everything that has happened. He acknowledges Melody and Roxi one last time before rushing off to head to the hospital with Misty. Christian then turns back to Melody.

Christian: Melody, if you happen to remember anything else, be sure to let me know so the appropriate punishment can be handed down to whoever did this.

Melody: Don't worry, I will! We'll find out who did this!

Roxi: You got that right. I for one won't rest until whoever it is found!

Christian nods, then walks away, leaving Melody and Roxi alone. Melody is a little calmer than she was earlier, but both ladies share a concerned look as they wait to hear anything on Misty's condition.

Roxi: We'll find them., Melody. I promise you that!

Melody: Then let's find them... Let's start searching right now!

Roxi nods and the two dash off down the hall to begin their search.

---

We find our way backstage where Delia is seen walking out of Erik Staggs' office after a long meeting. Her face is soured a bit, but she doesn't seem very tense with anger. She looks right up to the camera as she speaks to the person behind it.

Delia: Come wi's me... Now!

Delia rolls her finger as she turns around. She walks down the hallway as the camera follows her silently. She doesn't speak a word, as her demeanor is quite serious at this time. She makes her way to the Mean Girls locker room. As she opens the door, there is a small stage set up, much like a child's hand puppet display. A red curtain is closed around it, and a small banner is hanging above it, reading "Welcome Drake!" Delia stares at the banner before quickly tearing it off. She throws it to the ground, where obviously Drake Green is not around. She then turns back around to face the camera.

Delia: It has been an interesting two mon's to say z'e least. It has been filled wi's new life, and dea's. I have lost friends, and gained friends. Two s'ings have stayed z'e same, however. I am still a dominant champion, and even after I take on Necra tonight, z'is will continue to be z'e case. I do not believe z'is will change any time soon.

Delia shakes her head to rub this opinion in as more of a fact. She turns slightly as she walks over to the small stage, opening the curtain slightly. She pulls out a small top hat, placing it atop her head. She sighs as she leans against the stage, folding her arms across her chest. After a moment of thought, she raises a finger to her hair, brushing it out of her face softly.

Delia: Z'e second s'ing, I will get to in a moment. You see, I have had two brushes wi's dea's overz'e last s'ree weeks. It has been an eye opening experience to say z'e least. Perhaps I should s'ank Necra for z'is... but I won't, because z'e bitch almost killed me...

Delia's eyes wander around the room, seeing a small table with a chair, and a bottle of Johnny Walker scotch sitting there, chilled to perfection, all lit up by a few intimate candles. She focuses on the empty chair for a moment as the tinge of anger returns to her face.

Delia: You see, I had planned to come to Drake Green tonight to have a private encounter... to talk of course. He deserves z'e respect of being a part of his unborn child's life, no? Not even I can be z'at big of a bitch to deny him of it. I wanted to tell him many s'ings, be a good person for once in z'is entire debacle. But, a certain Erik Staggs had to ruin z'is. He has his... ideas... of me, and no matter what I do, he continues to find me repulsive. In turn, he ruined what could have been a tender moment between us bo's. C'est le vie...

Delia reaches up to the hat, pulling it off of her head to reveal a small white rabbit on her head. She reaches up and tenderly removes it, setting it down on the stage as it sniffs around. She sets the hat next to it before looking back to the camera.

Delia: You see, I wanted to be one hundred and ten percent honest wi's Drake tonight. Why should I be anys'ing but? He deserves z'e tru's. But, I don't do anys'ing wi'sout a certain... panache. I went s'rough a lot of trouble for z'is evening. I got z'e Mean Girls to go to a public locker room. I set up a candle lit table wi's Drake's favorite beverage next to Diet Coke. I organized a show, and I even made a video. I'm... so s'oughtful...

Delia reaches up, wiping a fake tear from her eye. She sighs as she picks up a small black stick, showing it to be a child's magic wand. She inspects it for a second before flicking it out, turning it into a bouquet of flowers. She brings them up to her nose as she sniffs tenderly. She picks up a remote and presses a button as a small screen flickers on against the back of the stage. Delia steps out of the way to show the image of Delia standing in a hallway at a recent SCW Climax Control from November. What catches everyone's eye the most, however, is the figure standing next to her. Member of the Seven Deadly Sins, Gabriel is standing by. Delia turns up the volume on the television as she turns to watch.

Gabriel: I can't believe you slept with that piece of trash, Deelz.

Delia: You're telling me. Z'ere is a reason I don't drink any more, and Drake Green is z'at reason... My skin still crawls s'inking about it.

On the TV screen, Delia and Gabriel walk down the hallway, looking around as a wicked sort of smile comes over Gabriel's face.

Gabriel: The way he's walking around, acting like he owns the place with his prick dangling out for any of the Bombshells is a bit sick. That smug look on his face really makes me feel like knocking it clean off.

Delia: I know what you mean. He knows he had z'e best night of his life wi's me, yet he still continues to fawn over Misty, and now Trishelle... of all people, Trishelle!

Gabriel: Misty... She's in the past. You took care of her two weeks ago. Nobody saw it coming but me. Drake is the one who thinks he's owed something. He needs to be taken care of.

Delia smirks at the camera before looking back to herself on the screen.

Delia: Why don't you take care of him? Why don't you show him z'at you can be somes'ing he could never be? A proper champion. I like Sean alright, but you could easily take him and Drake, blindfolded.

Gabriel: I... I might have an idea, come to think of it. What if...?

This is where Delia pauses the screen. She stares at it for a second before turning her attention back to the camera, setting the remote down on the stage. Her eyes gleam mean as she leans back against the stage once more.

Delia: You see, I had planned to show Drake z'is video, but before I proceeded, I wanted to show him somes'ing very special. I saved a memento...

Delia picks up one last trinket from the stage, a pregnancy test. She holds it up for the screen to see, revealing a blue positive. A fond smile comes over her face as she stares down at it, studying it carefully. Her eyes soften a bit as she turns it around slowly, showing the positive reading once more.

Delia: You see, z'is right here is it... z'e test z'at told me I was carrying little Bastard Green. I cried for days and days... or so I tell everyone. You see, behind all of z'e smoke, all of z'e mirrors, lies an inevitable tru's... or so my friend Gabriel says. You see, I have always been fond of magic, and so Gabriel, being z'e darling z'at he is, showed me my first trick. Z'e first one not bought rom some cheesy con man's shop. No, he showed me somes'ing so simple... yet...

Delia leans the pregnancy test down horizontally as she waves her hand over it.

Delia: ... bibbidi bobbidi mind blowing...

Delia raises the pregnancy test once more to reveal a red negative. A wicked smirk comes over her face as the viewers are heard gasping and booing at ringside. She giggles playfully as she waves her hand over it, making it turn positive once more, and then negative again. Once the amusement with this has died down, she holds it out toward the camera for a closer look.

Delia: Z'e false positive pregnancy test from z'e Desperate Housewives Collection, available at your nearest pharmacy. Too bad no one s'ought of it in time for Misty to save her relationship wi's Drake. Sorry bout it...

Delia chucks the test over her shoulder as she takes a step closer to the camera.

Delia: Z'ere is no way in hell I would ever carry your baby, Drake. I'd sooner end my own life, and z'e life of such a miserable bastard z'an to ruin my body to bring anos'er you into z'is world...

Delia gets a sinister look on her face as she leans in, getting almost face to lens with the camera.

Delia: Z'is mind fuck has been brought to you by Delia Darling, produced by Gabriel Stevens, and is sure to ruin any chance you ever had at sullying z'e SCW World Heavyweight Championship. Sorry... not sorry...

With that, Delia gives the camera a shove toward the door. Once the camera man is outside, Delia slams the door in his face as we fade elsewhere.

---

Justin Decent: The following contest is a Tag Team Match, and is scheduled for one fall and is for the SfCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! Introducing first, at a combined weight of 427 pounds. They are... THEEEE PLAYYYYYYYYYYERRRRRS CLUUUUUUUUUUB!!!

The crowd cheers at the announcement but their cheers soon turn into boos as "Party like a Rock Star" by the Shop Boyz begins to play over the PA system prompting the arrival of two members of the Players Club, JT Midas and Caleb Houston. JT and Caleb slide into the ring in that order and share a fist bump in the ring as they wait for their opponents.

Justin Decent: And their opponents. Introducing first from the far reaches of sanity. He stands at 5 feet 7 inches and weighed in at 165 pounds. He is... Despayre!!!

Let's fake an answer for the curious
Let's fake it all for the fame
They'll think delivering was easy
Living the fairy tales and the lies, lies

The immediate beat of the cult classic "Opticon" by Orgy lights up over the sound system and the crowd ignites with a fury of cheers as they know who is about to arrive. The crowd erupts in cheers as the curtains atop the stage are thrust wide open and out steps Synn, as he holds the drapes wide for the next arrival, and onto the stage emerges Big B -- with his tag team partner Despayre riding 'piggy back' astride his wide shoulders, and Angel being held high in Despayre's own hands.

Message from Opticon
Blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time
Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time

Synn leads the way as the new tag team combination of the 'Bosom Buddies' makes their way down to ringside, Big B continuing to carry Despayre on his shoulders the entire way, while Despayre carries Angel on his own.

New alien spawn we reinvent the dawn
And no one's style compares
Those neon eyes make mom and dad think
That we've lost our minds
They're just terrified of all new things

They arrive at ringside and Synn climbs up onto the ring apron and holds the ropes open. Big B lowers Despayre so his teammate can climb off and drop to the apron where he scrambles inside of the ring, followed closely by Big B. Despayre grabs the ropes and shakes them while head banging to the beat of the music as B just stands there calmly, watching his little buddy. Synn then steps through the ropes and leads the team over toward their allotted corner while they await the start of the match while the music trails off.

Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time
Message from Opticon blast from the fashion bomb
So helpless
Guess what you're out of time

DING! DING! DING!

B knocks the perfectionist down to the ground and begins stomping him with everything he's got. Referee Holly Wood calls for a break, and B steps back, thrusting his arms in the air in celebration. Synn rallies behind his friend on the outside of the ring, getting the cheers going. B points out to the audience, singling out a man wearing a Bosom Buddies shirt who begins cheering and whistling. Just then, Houston sweeps B up from behind with a Schoolboy Pin.

1!

2!

Adams: Houston sweeping in for an early victory, perhaps trying to break the all time record from SCW History?

Simone: We likely won't see it again. Not with such bright talents as Big B and Despayre. These two have dominated the tag division for quite some time for a reason.

Houston picks B up, and leans against the ropes, preparing to throw the slightly bigger foe into the ropes when JT tags himself in unexpectedly. Houston looks back questioningly when JT gives him a nod, letting him know he's got a plan. JT steps inside and both men grab Big B, sending him into the ropes. As he rebounds, the two Players Club members lift B up and drop him down with a double Atomic Drop! As B falls to the ground, clutching his midsection, JT and Houston drop a Double Elbow to his chest and midsection. Holly Wood orders Houston back to his corner, earning an arrogant smirk as he starts to oblige. He lays in a couple of good kicks to B before heading back toward their corner. The two exchange words before JT lays in a couple of loud chops on B. Houston slowly gets out of the ring as Holly orders him. He doesn't protest much, but he stares a hole through his opponent, calculating.

Simone: It is a wonder that two enormous egos such as JT's and Caleb's can coexist like they do.

Adams: They share a Bad Bromance, and their chemistry could very easily rival that of the champs, giving them an advantage.

Simone: That might be one of the most intelligent things you've ever said, Jason.

Adams: It's bound to happen sometime, right? Broken clocks and squirrels and such.

JT sends B flying over to the other side of the ring. He bounces off of the ropes, only to receive an Axe Handle Smash to his back by Houston. B turns around angrily to confront Houston, wrapping his meaty fist around Houston's throat. JT capitalizes on the opportunity as he darks across the ring, looking for a Spinning Heel Kick that connects! ... with Houston! Holly signals for the tag, and JT stomps around furiously. Houston slowly pulls himself back onto the apron, looking a bit raw about the tag himself. He rubs his chin as he steps inside of the ring, holding the ropes open for his partner with a smile. In a friendly showing, JT nods his head, stepping to the outside with Holly's very helpful, and handsy, assistance. As B comes back to his feet, Houston sends him into the ropes. Houston lifts him up for a Flapjack, but B rolls behind and onto his feet. He spins Houston around and plants a boot to his gut. He hooks his arm around Houston's neck and comes crashing down with a DDT. The crowd begins cheering. JT shouts out at his partner in delight, clapping his hands together to show off his delight. B comes crashing down with a series of rapid elbow drops, landing four before flexing out his chest and letting out a primal shout.

Adams: Caleb Houston is showing a few cracks here, and Big B is capitalizing on them big time..

Simone: B seems to have some pent up frustrations, and he's taking it all out on Caleb right now.

B hammers punch after punch to Houston's head, keeping him grounded as he backs him into the corner, near Despayre. Despayre's posture tenses up as he watches on through a big smile on his face. B picks Houston up and flings him into the corner where he comes flying with a high impact Cross Body. He reaches out to eagerly tag Despayre, who dives over the top rope with a Guillotine Leg Drop to Houston. Midas enters the ring and begins exchanging blows with B. They work their way out of the ring as Despayre wraps his arms around Houston's waist. He starts a Triple Rolling German Suplex, hitting he first, then the second. He pauses as Houston hits a back elbow. He hits another, and Despayre releases the hold. Houston turns around, wrapping his arms around Despayre's neck and he lands a Tornado DDT. They both lay there for a second before Houston works his way over to his corner. He sees Big B and JT slugging it out and he shouts over to JT.

Adams: The team work between both sides is amazing me, but right now, the fury between both sides seems to give an impression that it is every man for himself right now.

Simone: JT Midas is now making his way to the ring for the tag.

He leaps up onto the apron, in his corner, and reaches in just in time for the tag. He comes face to face with Despayre and the two begin exchanging blows. Midas sinks down for a hidden low blow, quickly snapping Despayre over with a Snap Suplex that rocks the ring. Big B returns to his corner, watching the action with intensity. Midas gets cheap kick after cheap kick in on Despayre, and B shouts at Holly Wood, who breaks it up. On the outside of the ring, Houston drops down to the arena floor and walks up to someone in the front row and yanks the beer out of their hand. He tosses them a bill and then walks back over to the ring, taking a small sip as Holly watches on suspiciously. He stands there for a moment as Midas lifts Despayre up. JT hits a Knife's Edge Chop on Despayre, only to get one back in surprise. He shoves Despayre, only to get a Spinning Heel Kick for his troubles. As he is laid out, Despayre goes to the second rope. He comes flying off with Moonsault that sends the crowd into a frenzy.

Simone: I can feel the vibrations from that impact all the way over here. That one was massive.

Adams: And now Despayre is going for the pin here, this one is over...

1!

2!

JT gets his shoulder up just in time. He rolls from underneath Despayre and Clotheslines him to the ground as he gets up. Midas mounts Despayre and lays in punch after punch to the fallen foe, causing B to grab his head in frustration. Despayre tries to work his way out of it, only for JT to tug at his hair. Despayre grips the bottom of JT's wrist, forcing his way away from Midas, and he gets to a standing position. Midas goes for a Spinning Kick, only for Despayre to duck it and hit a countering Legsweep. As JT gets up, Despayre hits a Running Snapmare into the turnbuckle. On the outside of the ring, Houston mouths off to Big B, taunting him to come closer. B grits his teeth as he walks inside of the ring, only to get stopped by Holly. Synn tries to talk him out of the ring, but he angrily tries to get past Holly, shoving her to the side. Holly doesn't take this as she tugs on his arm with all of her might, stopping him. With the distraction, Houston shouts out at Despayre. As Despayre turns around, Houston throws the beer into his face, blinding him!

Simone: Yet another cheap tactic from these guys. With the amount of talent that they possess, you would think they could win a match without these kinds of tactics.

Adams: Many teams have tried with Bosom Buddies, and every one of them has failed over the last year or so.

Synn shout out to Holly about this cheap move, and Caleb drops the cup to the arena floor, feigning innocence. He shrugs his shoulders as the fans boo. Despayre clutches at his eyes as they burn, and JT gets back up to his feet. Houston shouts toward him, and JT nods his head. He walks over to Despayre and clubs him across the back, causing the small grappler to fall to one knee. JT clutches onto his arms and places a knee into his back, stretching his arms out as he shoves Despayre's face close to Synn's. This doesn't sit well with Synn, who begins mouthing something back to JT. JT doesn't back down as he taunts Synn right back. Big B takes advantage of this and comes charging into the ring. Houston shouts out to Midas, who ducks a club attempt. Midas ducks out of the way as B gives chase to him. Midas charges over to his corner, turning to face B. B comes toward him, and Midas slides underneath Houston's legs, allowing his partner to connect with a high kick to his face! B falls back as Midas pulls himself onto the ring apron. He jumps up onto the center of the top rope, balancing himself carefully as he turns around. He hits a Moonsault Press to Despayre, surprising the fans and leaving them in awe.

Adams: Uh-woah! Ugh ugh ugh... Big seems to have a full head of steam now.

Simone: Two Popeye references? Really?

Midas looks around, nodding his head at the fans awestruck reaction. Rather than capitalizing on the pin, he simply smirks, talking a bit of trash to the fans. This gives Despayre some time to get back to his feet. Despayre tosses Midas into the ropes, and then tags in Big. Despayre catches Midas on the rebound and lift him up for an Atomic Drop. B enters, and knocks JT down with a Clothesline. Caleb Houston runs into the ring, attempting a Clothesline of his own, only to be denied. B and Despayre both hit him with Spinning Back Kicks, B dropping down with an elbow. JT quickly grabs Despayre and tosses him to the outside of the ring. He goes for a low blow on B, who jumps back just in time to avoid it, and he levels Midas with a Fallaway Slam. Houston clubs him in the back, which only serves to infuriate the lovable bear. He turns around and hits a simple elbow to the side of Houston's head, knocking him down to the ground. This time, Midas hits his low blow.

Adams: Can Big sing in soprano now?

Simone: Could we trend #BuyHollyWoodGlasses on Twitter?

JT begins his assault on B while mouthing off to Synn on the outside., Synn jumps onto the apron, trying to get inside. Holly walks over and begins arguing with him and they go back and forth. Their argument gets more and more heated when Despayre slips inside of the ring. He measures Midas up. When he turns around to see what the crowd is cheering over, he receives the Beware the Stare. He stumbles back a few paces, bumping into Houston as Despayre slides out of the ring. Holly Wood turns around to see the tag, and a bewildered Houston steps inside of the ring. He charges at Big B with a Spinning Heel Kick that connects. As Big takes a fall from the apron, Houston gets up, and finds himself locked in for the Spinal Tap! Despayre locks this on tightly on his larger foe, sinking him down to the ground. However, he is so close to the ropes that he reaches forward, clutching onto it as he shouts out in agony. Holly orders Despayre to let go, and he does with no qualms. Houston clutches onto Despayre's leg, trying to pull himself up. Despayre meets him with a hard right. Caleb uses this momentum, however, to yank Despayre forward, into a reviving Big B, making an official tag.

Simone: That was clever and resourceful of Caleb Houston right there.

Adams: It just takes one smart move to win a match.

As Big B stumbles inside of the ring, he is immediately met with the Down In Flames Tornado Kick that drops him hard. Houston drops down for the cover as Holly counts with force.

1!

Despayre gets up to his feet as he sees what is going on across the ring.

2!

Despayre goes to break up the pin, but a groggy JT Midas holds onto his ankle, stopping him. He tries to break free from this hold, but just as he does, Holly's hand comes down for the...

3!

Justin Decent: And your winners and NEW SCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...... THHHHEEEE PLLLLLLLLLLAYERSSSSSSSSSSSS CLLLLLLLLUUUUUUB!!!

Simone: Hold on a second. I need to process what has just happened...

Adams: I'll tell you what just happened... We have NEW Tag Team Champions! I know, I almost don't believe it myself!

The crowd doesn't even know how to react as JT and Caleb stand in the center of the ring. Holly brings the tag titles over to them, handing them each a belt. She raises their arms in the air as they hoist the belts up, rubbing them in everyone's faces as they celebrate. Despayre checks on Big B as Synn comes inside to console them.

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Opening up backstage the cameras find Melody Grace Huntington Hawkes turning the back hallways up, opening and closing doors as she is on a mission. In her left hand it a golf club that she isn't afraid to swing around as she is on the hunt.

Melody: OHHHHHHHHH HOODED PEOPLE, COME OUT COME OUT WHERE EVER YOU ARE!!!

Melody continues her path of destruction down the hallway as she is looking for Misty's attacker. Rounding a corner Melody spots someone wearing a black jumper and she wastes very little time in approaching them from behind.

Adams: Melody, don't do it!!!

Simone: This is not going to end well.

Melody jabs the end of the golf club into the persons back and she gives them a little shove.

Melody: WHERE WERE YOU ABOUT AN HOUR AGO?!

Her little voice was shaky but she was still standing her ground as the person just continued to face away from her, their hands coming up in front of them to show innocence.

Man: Melody it's me, it's Chandler... you know from sound and lighting... I didn't do anything to Misty or you I promise.

Chandler spins around but Melody doesn't drop the golf club just yet she just takes a few steps up towards him.

Melody: How can I be so sure?

Chandler: I wouldn't do anything like that ever.

Melody: Don't lie to me little boy.

Melody looked up as she said that showing that Chandler was in fact a six foot giant.

Chandler: Mel, I promise to you I was working at the time... John can vouch for me.

Melody: Who is John? That's a name of a killer...

Chandler was trying not to laugh and was trying to take the scary Melody seriously.

Chandler: John as in sound and lighting John.

Melody: OOOOOOH John, why didn't you just say that John and not just John, John?

There was no difference but Melody couldn't tell, dropping the golf club she sighed.

Melody: Sorry Chandler...

Chandler: I understand Mel, maybe you should hit up the camera men see if they picked up anything?

Melody swings the golf club in her hand, almost taking out Chandler as she taps it in the palm of her free hand.

Melody: Maybe I will?

Melody rushes off in pursuit of the attackers while Chandler stays back shaking his head from side to side.

Chandler: So much beauty, not enough brains.

Stepping back Chandler turns around but he walks straight into the Sin of Wrath Rage who has a pissed off look on his face. The happy look on Chandler's face fades to a one of regret as Rage cracks his neck from side to side.

Chandler: I didn't mean that.

Rage just raises his eyebrow and smirks.

Rage: I'm going to give you til the count of three.

Chandler quickly nods and the sound and lighting guy ducks out of sight, while Rage just walks off slowly behind him. The scene then fades to ringside.

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SCW WORLD TOUR 2015!

January

25th - Climax Control - Glasgow, Scotland

February

1st - Climax Control - Belfast, Northern Ireland
8th - Climax Control - Cardiff, Wales
15th - Climax Control - SCANDINAVIAN LEG - Oslo, Norway
22nd - Climax Control - Stockholm, Sweden

March

8th - Supercard - BLAZE OF GLORY IV - Copenhagen, Denmark

TICKETS ON SALE NOW!

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Justin Decent: The following contest is for the SCW Bombshells Championship! Introducing the challenger, Necra Octavian Kane!!!

The house lights go down, as a golden and black spotlights go over the crowd. "So Beautiful, So Evil" begins to play over the loud speaker. The tron comes to life with a bird's eye view of the great Pyramids on the Giza Strip, only to change to what appears to be the interior of a tomb where we see Necra with eyes closed and they open glowing a blue color, as the scene changes to shots from matches, and her title wins. Mist starts to roll from around the stage area, as Necra rises up from underneath with Ex at her side, and Sara following behind. Sara has her head lowered never raising her eyes to the crowd. Necra leads a black panther on a leash in front of her, and the Bombshell Roulette Title on her shoulder, as they head down the ramp way. Necra ignores the fans as they start down the ramp way. They reach the ring, and Necra kisses Ex, and hands the leash to Sara, as she bows. Ex helps her up onto the edge of the ring, and opens the ropes for her. She stands in the middle of the ring, and she raises her hands, only to bring them down, as golden sparkles fall onto the crowd.

The fans boo as the ring crew brings the signature Mean Girls runway through the curtains. They properly secure it to the ring as "I Walk Alone" by Tarja Turunen begins playing. A darkness overcomes the arena, one that makes Necra feel very much at home in the ring. Seconds later, an eerie blue glow comes over the stage and ring as a few flakes of snow seem to fall from the rafters. A wind begins to roll a light fog from behind the curtains as the lights turn to more of a sky blue tone. The snow begins to quickly collect on the ground, blowing around as the curtains are slowly pulled aside. Standing there is a snowman, looking much like Olaf from Disney's Frozen. The crowd looks amazed as the snowman begins moving, waddling through the curtains. Once on the stage, the snowman reaches up, removing his head, and immediately breaking through the body suit to reveal Delia Darling! She is wearing a long, flowing teal gown that flows down gracefully around her. She raises her gloved hand into the air slowly, catching a snowflake in her hand before blowing it out into the audience. Her blonde hair is tied into a ponytail that falls down her right should, and to her chest. She moves forward, and as she does, we see a streak of ice following her. It is visually stunning as she slowly dances forward to the music. She comes about half way, and she removes one glove, tossing it into the audience. She turns to the other side and does the same with the other glove. Her nails are done in an icy blue, winter edition of Nails by Liz color. She walks over toward the ropes, stepping inside of the ring slowly, brushing her gown along with her. She looks over at Necra with pure detest as she saunters around the ring, streaks of ice following her. She comes to the center of the ring and then she tugs at her gown, ripping a portion of it off to reveal a teal one piece bikini piece with icy fishnets trailing up her long legs and down to the bottom of her knee high glossy white boots and teal knee pads. Most prominently displayed is the Bombshell Championship around her waist. She puts it out there for everyone to see, soaking in the booing before she finally unbuckles it, handing it over to Justin Decent herself. She walks back to the center of the ring, and looks from side to side. She raises her hands out to her side, sending a foggy ice blast that shrouds the ring in a mysterious glow for about thrity solid seconds. As the fog dissipates, We see an ice sculpture of Delia standing in the center of the ring. The crowd "ooohs" and "ahhhs" at the almost angelic sight of Delia as Elsa. We almost don't even see the real Delia standing behind Necra, ready to attack.

Adams: What a beautiful sculpture!

Simone: You mean a beautiful distraction!

Suddenly, Delia clubs Necra in the back sending her straight into the ice sculpture. Necra takes the Elsa-Delia combo down to the mat causing it to shatter a bit. As Necra lays on the mat, Delia begins to stomp her downed opponent. As the referee and a few crew members begin to remove the sculpture, Delia continues to stomp her opponent. The referee calls for the bell

DIND DING DING!

After a few moments, Delia gets down on the mat. She begins to reign down punishing shots to the face and neck. As the fans stay somewhat silent, Delia gets up to her vertical base and pulls Necra by the hair. As the sculpture has made its exit from the ring, Necra has been pulled up to her feet. Delia takes her challenger by the right hand and pulls her forward. Sending Necra into the ropes, Delia prepares herself. Once Necra makes it over towards Delia, the champ knocks her down to the mat with a clothesline. As Necra is on the mat, Delia looks up at the fans with confidence. As they begin to boo, the champion takes it in stride. The champ turns her attention back to her challenger who is beginning to get back up to her feet. Delia quickly lands a kick to the back of her opponent sending her back down to the mat. As fans boo the champion once again, she turns her attention to them. The Elsa clad champion throws her arms over the ropes and begins to throw slight barbs at the fans. While this is going on, Necra makes her way back to her feet. Delia turns around is rocked by a huge sledge hammer to the chest by her challenger. The shot sends Delia falling back into the ropes. The champion falls over the middle rope onto the apron.

Adams: She just rang Elsa's bell!

Simone: Trust me, the concussion never bothered her anyway.

Adams: Did you just make a Frozen reference?

Necra takes advantage of the opening she has created. She walks over to the apron where Delia is beginning to stand. She grabs the champion by the hair and pulls it. She then runs towards the nearest turnbuckle dragging Delia along. Then, Necra pushes Delia's head into the pole of the turnbuckle. As Necra lets go of her opponent's hair, Delia falls down onto the apron. Necra takes a step back as Delia lies on the apron. After a few moments, the champion begins to start to get up to her feet. As she does this, Octavian Kane readies her next offensive attack. Necra runs towards Delia who is beginning to get up to her feet. The champion ducks under a wild clothesline by Necra. This gives Delia the opportunity to reach up and latch both of her arms around the neck of her opponent. Then, Delia drops down causing her butt to hit the apron. The momentum from her fall takes Necra down and causes her neck to go crashing down on the top rope from the variation of a stun gun. This sends Necra down to the mat flat on her back. Delia quickly crawls into the ring and covers her opponent. Jacob Summers falls to the mat for the first count of the match.

Adams: Could this thing be over already?

ONE
TWO

Necra quickly powers out of the cover shortly after two! Delia doesn't throw a hissy fit, instead she stays on top of her challenger and begins to reign down shots once again on her challenger. After a quick admonishment by Jacob, Delia backs off. She finds her way back to her feet, then reaches down to bring Necra back up to her vertical base. The champion then lifts the 5'11 challenger up and slams her down to the mat with a vicious body slam. Necra falls flat on her back. She places her hand behind her back as Delia continues her offensive onslaught. The champion reaches down and begins to pull her opponent back up to her feet by her right arm. Once Necra is almost up to her feet, she quickly uses her right leg to sweep Delia's leg out from under her. This causes the champion to fall down to the mat. Now with the upper hand, Necra awaits Delia getting back to her feet. Once the champion has made it to her feet, Necra immediately reaches over and rakes the face of Delia. This causes the champion to scream and place her hands into her face. The dirty tactic gives the challenger a window of opportunity. She grabs Delia by the hair once again. This time she places her opponents head under her left arm. She then takes Delia's right arm and places it over her head. Then grabbing the trunks, she lifts the champion up and slams her down to the mat back first with a vertical suplex. As they both go crashing down to the mat, Delia holds onto her back. Necra gets onto her knees and then up to her feet. As she leaves Delia on the mat, the challenger prepares for her next move. Once the champion begins to get up to her vertical base, Necra is on the attack. Necra charges at the champion and takes her down with a quick sledgehammer. The move takes the champion down, but Delia is quickly back up to her feet. Once she is Necra lands her right boot straight into the gut. The challenger continues her offense, she backs away from Delia and comes charging towards her. Once she extends her right arm out, the champion ducks under. Once Necra turns around, she's hit in the face with a beautiful chick kick at the hands of the champion! Octavian Kane is down on the mat! As the fans boo, Delia awaits her opponent. Necra begins to slowly get up to her feet. Once she's up, Delia runs over. The champion latches onto the neck of her opponent and brings up both of her legs. She rests them on the knees of Necra and pulls herself down causing the challenger to go down with her and down to the mat from a monkey flip! Necra lands on her bum. Delia is back to her feet, but is quickly followed by her challenger. Delia runs towards her opponent. She attempts a clothesline, but Necra ducks it! While behind the champion, Necra wraps her arms around her and lifts up causing Delia to crash down on the back of her neck from a vicious German Suplex. Necra keeps the hold on with a bridge as Jacob Summers falls down to the mat to make the count.

Simone: What a beautiful German Suplex!

Adams: We may have a new Bombshells champion!

ONE TWO TH..

Delia forces her shoulder off of the mat! Necra cannot believe that move didn't finish off her opponent! As she stands to the mat, she looks at Jacob Summers with disgust. As she begins to talk down to the referee, Delia begins to gain her composure. Once up to her feet, Delia rushes over and pushes Necra. This sends the goddess into the referee and forcing him down to the mat! With the referee down, Delia quickly takes advantage. She grabs hold of a necklace that is around her neck and takes it off. She then hurries behind Necra and wraps it around her neck. Using both hands, she begins to pull on it choking the challenger!

Simone: Oh come on! Is she seriously going to use this tired ass diamond necklace trick?

Adams: Hey, you have to do what works for you!

Simone: That doesn't make it right!

With the referee down, no one is there to stop Delia from using the necklace! She continues to wrench in on it putting pressure on the neck of Necra! After a few moments of fighting, it's obvious that Necra won't be able to stay conscious for much longer. After a few more moments of fighting, Necra fades out. Delia lets go of her hold on the neck letting Necra fall down to the mat. She takes the necklace and quickly disposes of it on the outside of the ring. Then, she walks back over towards Necra. Grabbing her opponent by her long, black hair she begins to pull her up. Once she gets Necra at a good enough stance, she sticks her opponents head in between her legs. Delia reaches over and places her arms around her limp opponent's waist. She then pulls up taking the statuesque Necra Octavian Kane up into the air and her legs onto her shoulder. Delia then runs over towards the nearest turnbuckle letting the limp body of Necra go. This action causes Necra to hit her back on the turnbuckle. The La Bitch Bomb sends Necra down to the mat look even more lifeless than before. As the fans boo immensely, Delia has a smile on her face.

Adams: La Bitch Bomb!

Simone: You have got to be kidding me, not like this!

The champion walks over to her challenger. She takes her by the right arm and begins to drag her out of the corner. As Jacob Summers begins to come to, Delia reaches down and flips Necra onto her back. She then covers her as Jacob crawls over to make the count.

ONE TWO THREE!!!

As "I Walk Alone" starts over the PA system, Delia stands up to her feet. With a triumphant smirk on her face, the SCW Bombshells champion raises her hands into the air. Before Jacob can even go over to her, Delia ducks out of the ring under the bottom rope and down to the floor.

Justin Decent: Your winner and STILL SCW Bombshells Champion, Delia Darling!!!!

Once she's on the arena floor, she walks over to the time keeper and grabs her belt. Delia then begins to walk up the ramp with the championship raised high into the air.

Simone: I can't believe this, no matter what Delia always finds a way to win.

Adams: Love it or hate it, that's the true mark of a successful champion.

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Opening up backstage the cameras find Melody Grace Huntington Hawkes once again looking for the attacker of Misty, this time she had a look of defeat on her face. Turning a left corner she finds the nearest door and she swings it open without even knocking or reading the name plate that reads "POWER"

Adams: That's it!!! This is NOT going to end well I'm going back there, my girl needs me.

Simone: Your girl?

Adams: Yeah, we're in a gang duh!

Lucky for Melody the locker room is empty so she quickly turns around and exits it with a loud exhausted sigh. Just as she is about to take off towards the next room the sound of someone clearing their throat alerts her.

J2H: What the fuck are you doing in my locker room?

Turning around Melody just looked at her husband and cringed.

Melody: I didn't even know it was yours.

James didn't believe her as he stepped up closer towards her.

J2H: Right... and what the fuck are you doing with a golf club? Did you try and ruin my stuff? I'll have Simpson deal with you if you broke something of mine!!!

Melody just looked at Simpson and the two rolled their eyes at the same time, James missed it as he was busy looking in his locker room for damage.

Melody: I didn't touch your junk.

The crowd let out a little giggle as Melody just looked at her Husband with a smile.

J2H: JUNK? I don't...

Melody: Look I don't have time for this okay, I'm looking for the people who attacked O'Malley and Misty... so excuse me... move out of the way.

Cutting him off Melody was about to skip away but his voice called her back.

J2H: Wait a minute; you're hunting people down with a golf club?

Melody: A huh!

Screwing his nose up James looked down at the golf club and shook his head from side to side.

J2H: Where did you even find that thing?

Melody looked down at her stick like friend and smiled

Melody: What does it matter?

He just shrugged his shoulders as he knew he was trying to win a losing battle.

J2H: Alright, have fun!

Melody just sighed and gave Simpson a small wave before she turned around and went to dash off.

J2H: Wait, Melody what the fuck happened to your arm?

Turning back to look at James she looked down to her arm seeing a deep bruise forming, nothing in comparison to what O'Malley and Misty were suffering from right now so she didn't take much notice of it.

Melody: Someone in all black grabbed me and held me back while Misty was being attacked.

James completely ignored what Melody had just said as he made his way up closer to her, his hand coming out to gently grab onto her arm so he could look at the bruise.

J2H: Does your arm hurt?

Yanking her arm back Melody's teeth gritted together as she looked at him.

Melody: Like you care!

Melody looked away and started to walk off but she noticed she wasn't walking alone. James and Simpson were now both beside her.

J2H: Shut up and come with me, you're getting that looked at...

Melody: I don't have time James!!!

She looked up at him with tears sitting in the back of her eyes she just wanted to find who ever hurt her friends Misty and O'Malley and he was becoming a distraction.

J2H: Just do it... I don't want you complaining of a sore arm tomorrow and you pull a sickie and you ruin our divorce.

The truth came out and Melody was wounded as she looked at him in shock.

Melody: That's what you care about?

J2H: ahh yeah.

Running away Melody completely forgot about her mission for a moment as she just wanted to get away from James. It didn't take James long to catch up with her and with a click of his fingers Simpson scooped Melody up and was now carrying her towards the medical room.

Melody: Leave me alone.

Melody was trying to wiggle free but Simpson was too strong and James knew Melody would never strike him with a golf club. Him on the other hand? James was keeping a safe distance as Melody just pouted towards him.

Melody: I hate you.

Even tho those words were bitter they almost sounded too sweet as they came out of Melody's mouth, she was also blushing so James knew it was a lie.

J2H: Yeah well join the club.

James bit back in a childish manner before the two exchanged a heated look that was broken up by Melody poking her tongue out at him. James just rolled his eyes as the three continued to the medics.

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The camera goes back to a dimly lit area backstage. Gabriel stands leaning on a wall, a blank look on his face as he stares at the camera.

Gabriel: Better to be thought of as a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt.

Gabriel breathes deeply as he steps off the wall.

Gabriel: Tonight Sean Jackson, all you've done is open your mouth and remove all doubt, because you sir, have proved to be an idiot. I've listened to every word you've had to say tonight, every word, and you just strike me as a man who knows it's over, and therefore reverting to random gibberish about stale television shows.

A disappointed looks crosses Gabriel's face.

Gabriel: You're meant to be a wrestler man! An entertainer, a man who can sell sand to the Arabs but the best you can do is compare me to Ted Moseby? Really? You should be embarrassed for yourself that this, is the best you can come up with. Sad to admit, I watched that shitty show more than once and your comparison is flawed. See Ted chased everything to get what he wanted, but me, I didn't have to chase a thing, I let you come to me.

Gabriel smirks.

Gabriel: Think back genius, how did we cross paths to start with? How did we end up in the ring for the first time? Because you came to us, you put your nose in to something that wasn't your business. See, I never chased you, I let you come to me. Not exactly a Ted move.

Gabriel leans back on the wall again.

Gabriel: I see what you was doing with your little family comedy skit Sean. It's your way of trying to get in to my head, make me lose focus, make me slip up and make a mistake. Got some really bad news for ya buddy boy. That didn't work on me. Your little mind games may work on the average SCW superstar but come on, everyone knows you're just a cheap copy of me! Everything you think you've been doing with me, I've been doing to that loser Drake Green for a lot longer! Delia and I got in Drake Green's head long before you thought that was a great way to get in my head!

A wide smile crosses Gabriel's face

Gabriel: This is why I know and everyone knows the little games that you play, I've been there, done that and got the T shirt. Everything you think is working, really isn't because I beat you to the punch with Drake Green. The fact that you think you're gonna leave me as a vegetable after this match, is only gonna make it sweeter to take your title. The fact that you think you can bring my family in to things will mess with my head, also a huge fail. You see Sean, I'm not one of those emotional good guys who will pull out the angry face when people talk about things close to me. I'm one of those guys that see through all the words. People are not stupid Sean, people can see you're only talking so much to hide the fact that you are a very scared little man.

A confident look crosses Gabriel's face.

Gabriel: You're a fat girl at a prom talking to the football star, hiding her nerves with endless talk. That's all you have is endless talk to try and stop people seeing the fact that in reality, you're pissing yourself in fear.

Gabriel leans off the wall, talking towards the camera.

Gabriel: It doesn't matter that Blaque Hart couldn't get the job done against you, cause I will Sean. Just because we have the same goals of ending Drake Green's pointless career, doesn't mean I don't wanna end yours too Sean. Your mouth has run too fast this time Sean and I will be shutting it up permanently. It's time Sean, it's time to say goodbye to your title, it's time to say goodbye to your manhood, it's time to get your arse to the ring and face the man that's gonna take away everything you held dear in your life.

Gabriel moves his face within inches of the camera.

Gabriel: It's time Sean.

Gabriel walks away from the camera as we fade back to ringside for the main event.

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Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce to you, the special guest ring announcer for the main event. He is a two-time SCW Heavyweight Champion...

Adams: Nick Jones?

Justin: ...and one half of the 2014 Blast from the Past Champions...

Simone: Wrong Jones, Jason.

Justin: ...he is Birmingham's own, Simon Jones!

As the fans cheer loudly, "Simon Says" by Drain STH begins to play over the PA system of the National Indoor Arena, and when Simon Jones emerges from behind the curtain, the cheers only increase in volume. Dressed smartly - wearing a blue button-up shirt and matching tie, black trousers and black shoes - Simon slowly makes his way towards the ring, savouring the reception from the crowd, and doing his best to slap hands with each of the fans that reach out to him on either side of the aisle. After arriving at the ringside area, Simon clambers into the ring, and then walks over to Justin Decent, with whom he shakes hands. Justin hands over the microphone, before exiting the ring, leaving Simon to bask alone in the cheers from the fans. Simon smiles broadly, as he waits for his music to cease playing.

Simon: Wow! What a welcome! Thank you.

Simon pauses to glance around, at the fans present inside the National Indoor Arena.

Simon: I can't tell you how good it feels, to be stood inside an SCW ring again. And as if getting to stand inside the six-sided ring for the first time in six months wasn't good enough, I get to do it in my hometown.

The fans cheer again, and then start a chant.

Crowd: Si-mon! Si-mon! Si-mon!

Simon: Thanks.

Simon gives a nod of his head, acknowledging the fans' chants.

Simon: I know that "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward isn't particularly popular with the fans, but when he chose Birmingham to be the first location on the SCW world tour, I think he definitely made the right decision; what do you think?

The fans respond with a cheer, showing their agreement.

Simon: Well, I could quite happily stand here and talk to all of you for longer, but this show isn't about me. And while you've already gotten to see thirteen exciting matches tonight, there's still one more to go. Now, let's see if I can do this ring announcer thing correctly.

Simon takes a deep breath.

Simon: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event of the evening, and is for the SCW Heavyweight championship! Introducing first, challenger number one...

"Zombie" by Breed 77 blasts through the speakers, the slow intro playing as the word move on the screen. The eyes of Gabriel appear on the screen, turning red as the heavier guitars kick in. Purple lights cut through the thick smoke starting to fill the entrance ramp.

Simon: Coming from London and weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, He is my third favourite Millwall fan - after Ben Jordan and Scroobius Pip, he is Gabriel!

The crowd wait in anticipation,. the figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of mixed boos and cheers. Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached. Gabriel pulls the hood back from over his eyes, showing his face. Gabriel's eyes are focused completely on the ring, his eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. He opens his long coat and drops it to the floor. He starts to walk to the ring. Gabriel gets outside the ring and puts his hands together, a light burning from his palms. A flash of light engulfs the ring and Gabriel appears in the ring. He looks at Simon and holds up three fingers, responding to his introduction, and getting a nod in return. He turns away from the former two time SCW champion.

Simon: Challenger number two...

The lights turn to a blue filter and we can hear the opening drums from "Burning Down The House" by the Used. The crowd jumps to their feet and they begin to cheer as "Mr. Showtime" Drake Green steps out on to the stage. He lifts his arms up and down, motioning for the packed beach to get up on their feet and cheer.

Crowd: POP!

Green, with a large smile, stands tall in long blue wrestling tights with three white stars on each leg and blue boots which have blue kick-pads on the front which have the "Male symbol" on them in white. He is wearing white wristbands and a black, skin tight, t-shirt with his "Male Symbol" logo on the front and "Man Of The People" written on the back. He raises both arms straight up in the air points toward the sky as the crowd starts to get behind him. Just as the lyrics for the song kick in, Drake makes his way down toward the ring, slapping hands of fans on either side of the railings.

Simon: From Chicago, Illinois, USA, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is the man of the people, Mr Showtime, Drake Green.

#Watch out
#You might get what you're after
#Cool babies?
#Strange but not a stranger
#I'm-An-Or-Din-A-Ry-Guy?
#Burning down the house

Drake trades handshakes and hugs with several of the fans in the crowd as he makes his way toward the ring. He walks around the entire rings, making sure he says hello to all the fans at ringside. Finally, he hops onto to the apron and steps up on the second rope and raises his arms again for the crowd. He steps down and walks over to the opposite corner and climbs up again.

Crowd: Showtime! Showtime! Showtime!

He steps down off of the rope and walks over toward the side of the ring, motioning for a microphone.

Drake: Helloooo Birmingham!

Crowd: POP!

Drake: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages....welcome to the show!

Crowd: Even louder POP!

Drake: Are you ready for the most magical, the most fantastical showstopper of all time?! I am your soldier, I am your savior, I am your Main Event Maker and I got just one question for ya. What time is it?!

Crowd: Showtime!

Drake: No, no, no. I said what time is it?

Crowd: Showtime!

Simon: My fellow Brummies, come on - you can do better than that. The man asked you...

Drake: WHAT MOTHER FUCKING TIME IS IT?!

Crowd: SHOWTIME!

Drake holds his left arm up and points out to the crowd. He nods his head as he moves his arm, panning through the crowd. He mouths the words "THANK YOU" to the crowd, before shaking hands with Simon, and handing his shirt to the referee. He tugs on the ropes two times, stares Gabriel up and down, and awaits the introduction of the champion.

Simon: And their opponent.

v/o: "Birmingham, England. Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

The lights in the stadium shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.

A hush falls over the stadium as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the stadium. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...

"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"

As the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well known with this theme....

The Mental Rapist

Simon: Being accompanied to the ring by Vanessa. From Dallas, Texas, USA, he is the man that leads the way, he is the reigning SCW Heavyweight champion, Birmingham, I give you The Mental Rapist, Sean Jackson!

Through the crimson mist, the fans can see two people making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena erupts into boos as the two people are quickly recognized as Sean Jackson and Vanessa. Jackson is motionless while Vanessa stands bladed, her curves showing up beautifully against the backdrop. Sean is completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Vanessa runs her hands down the curves of her body and to her hips.

"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."

His face remains stoic as only God knows what's floating around in that screwed up head of his, especially with the Vietnamese beauty at his side. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring.

They begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot lights glisten off of Vanessa's dark vietnamese skin and cast a pale reflection on Jackson. Vanessa wearing a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavege while Jackson has the SCW heavyweight title around his waist while wearing a black shirt with the HSI logo on the front. He is also wearing black trunks with red HSI lettering with gold trim.

As soon as they enter the ring, a spotlight bathes Sean Jackson as he takes to the turnbuckles and slowly climbs up. As he sets foot on the middle turnbuckle, the ring is surrounded in falling pyro on all sides of the rings as he peers out at the fans at ringside. Much to the approval of a clapping Vanessa, he then hops down off the turnbuckle and leans against the ropes. As the pyro dies out, the lights come back on, returning the light to the arena.

Sean Jackson, Drake Green and Gabriel are waiting in their respective corners until the referee gives them the signal to start the match. Both Sean and Drake know this match is extremely big for their careers but for Gabriel this is a match that could shoot him into the main event portion on the roster. The referee assigned to this match holds up the SCW Heavyweight Championship Belt before handing it over to the outside officials. He walks toward each participant and checks them for any kind of foreign object. After the official finishes his pat down, he stands in the middle and points toward the time keeper.

DING! DING! DING!

Simone: And we are officially underway.

Adams: In the words of Jim Ross, "This one is going to be a slobber knocker."

The bell sounds as Gabriel launches himself out of the corner and charges right at Sean Jackson. Sean never saw it coming as Gabriel is pounding him with rights, lefts, knees and even stomping him to a seated position in his corner. Gabriel backs away for a quick second before running full speed and connecting with a straight knee to the side of Sean's head.

Adams: Gabriel is quickly on the offensive.

Simone: From the looks of it, I don't think Drake wants any part of Gabriel right now.

Gabriel continues his vicious assault on Sean while Drake is leaning against the turnbuckle in the corner. Gabriel grabs a hold of Sean's ears and lifts him right up to his feet. Sean is screaming in pain while Gabriel shows a very sinister smirk. He stares into Sean's eyes before flinging him halfway across the ring. Sean's back smacks hard on the canvas as he tries to roll close to the ring ropes. Gabriel wastes very little time as he bounces off the ropes to connect with a baseball slide right into the kidney area of Sean's back. The force of the slide sends him through the bottom ring ropes which also causes his chest to strike the arena floor first.

Simone: Gabriel is on fire!

Adams: and Drake is busy keeping his good boy looks in tact.

Gabriel stands up while turning his head toward Drake. Drake throws his hands into the air like trying to be all innocent. Gabriel just chuckles before exiting the ring to go after Sean Jackson. Sean is trying to get back up to his feet but Gabriel stops that with a swift stomp to the his back. Gabriel continues to stomp on the back of Sean while the crowd is unsure of themselves. He stops stomping to lift Sean back up to his feet and insists on dragging him over toward the barricade. While Gabriel is dragging him toward the barricade, Sean manages to muster enough strength up to slam a hard forearm shot to the back of Gabriel's head. The initial blow doesn't even phase Gabriel as Sean decides to strike with a fury of forearm shivers. The fourth blow knocks Gabriel off balance as he lets go Sean.

Adams: Sean finally gets a few shots in but Drake is still standing in the ring.

Simone: It's a triple threat match Jason. There are no count outs or disqualifications. It's the first one to pin or make their opponent submit wins. Right now it looks like Sean and Gabriel are wanting to rip each other apart.

Adams: I really don't think Drake cares if these two destroy each other.

Gabriel spins around to look Sean in the eyes as he retaliates with a few forearm shivers of his own. Both men are trading blows one after the other while the crowd is still dead silent. Sean looks to have the advantage as he rams Gabriel back first into the barricade. The crowd starts to come alive when Drake starts to take off his ring jacket. He looks down at his wrist band before nodding at the crowd like saying it's go time. Both Sean and Gabriel are unaware this is even happening as Drake bounces off one set of ring ropes then hits another set of ring ropes before leaping over the final while landing on both men with a modified version of a rope flip plancha.

Adams: In coming!

Simone: What a high risk move by Drake?

Adams: I guess he waited long enough huh.

Drake shoots back up to his feet while high fiving some of the people in the front row before reaching down and pulling Gabriel back up to his feet by his long locks. He still looks a little stunned as Drake begins to wail on him with rights of his own. Gabriel tries to cover up but Drake keeps to overpower him. Sean gets to one knee before driving his arm right up between both men's legs. The referee cringes as both Drake and Gabriel nearly collapse from the pain. Drake actually does collapse to both knees as Sean grabs Gabriel and flings him over the barricade. Gabriel lands shoulder first on the hard concrete floor as Sean jumps over to follow him.

Gabriel tries to crawl away on his hands and knees but Sean stomps him mid crawl with a quick stomp to the back. He continues to push Gabriel with his boot as he begins to laugh. Sean reaches down to pick Gabriel up but gets his eyes raked in the process. Sean quickly grabs at his face as Gabriel kips back up to his feet. Sean swings wildly but Gabriel ducks from the contact. Sean swings again but misses a second time. Gabriel points at his head thinking he outsmarted Sean. Sean manages to regain his vision and waits for Gabriel to turn back around. Before Gabriel actually does turn, Drake spins Sean around and drops him with a hard right hand. Gabriel turns to see Sean flat on his back as Drake looks at him. Gabriel goes to kick Drake but gets his leg caught in the process. Drake uses his leg to pull him in close before decking him with a clothesline. Both men are down as Drake decides to celebrate with his fans.

Adams: Drake thinks he won.

Simone: He needs to pin one of them inside the ring first.

Drake stops celebrating long enough to pick Sean back up to his feet. He goes to whip him back towards the ringside area but Sean counters with a hard whip into a low brick wall. Drake bounces off that wall with a grimace look on his face. In one fluid motion, Sean knocks Drake off his feet with a spinning wheel kick. Drake's head whiplashes off the concrete which nearly knocks him out. Sean smirks again before reaching down to drag Gabriel back toward the ring. Sean gets close to the ringside area before picking Gabriel up off the ground. Sean tries to whip Gabriel over the barricade but he plants his feet. Sean tries it one more time but Gabriel continues to plant his feet. Sean is starting to get a little frustrated as he tries for a third time to fling Gabriel over the barricade. It would appear the third time was the charm as Sean finally budges him but Gabriel puts on the breaks before going over it.

Sean's face tells the entire story as he charges at him. Gabriel ducks his shoulder a bit, launching Sean into the air before gravity does the rest. Sean lands back first onto the thin padded floor as Gabriel just laughs. The crowd once again is unsure of themselves as Gabriel leaps over the barricade and stands over a fallen Sean Jackson. Gabriel averts his focus just slightly as he gazes upon the exposed camera cables in the corner behind them. He kneels down beside the cables, picks up the loose ones and just stares madly at them. He looks over at Sean Jackson then back at the cables before a seemingly sinister grin pops up on his face.

Simone: What is Gabriel thinking now?

Adams: Are you sure you want to know?

Simone: On second thought, I rather not think about it.

Adams: Smart thinking, the last person who tried to get inside Gabriel's mind...well...no one really knows what happened to the last person who tried it.

Gabriel moves closer to Sean while hiding the cables inside his hand and wraps them tightly around his throat. Sean begins to flail his arms wildly while trying to stop Gabriel. However Gabriel continues the pressure as the crowd remains dead silent. Meanwhile Drake Green has made it back to his feet and working his way through the crowd. He notices Gabriel cutting the oxygen flow to Sean's brain while figuring out how to get back into the action. He leaps up onto the barricade and kneels down. He waits for Gabriel to stop his assault on Sean. Gabriel finally lets go of Sean and stands up while Sean begins coughing. He throws his arms high into the air while spinning around.

Right after Gabriel completes his turn, Drake jumps off while connecting with a somersault neckbreaker. The back of Gabriel's head strikes the thin padded mat while Drake rolls right back onto his feet. Drake wastes very little time as he pulls Sean back up to his feet. He grabs a hold of his tights and tosses him back inside the ring. Drake follows suit and immediately goes for the pin. The referee slides into his position and starts to count.

1!

2!

Sean instinctively rolls his shoulder up as the referee signals to Drake that it was a two count.

Adams: Drake almost stole one.

Simone: Sean probably doesn't even know where he is at right now.

Drake gets back up to his feet, bounces of the ring ropes and connects with a leg drop across Sean's neck. After landing with the leg drop, Drake quickly goes back for the cover as the referee administers the count.

1!

2!

Thr...

Before the referee could strike the mat for a third time, Gabriel re-enters the ring with a springboard splash landing on top of both men. Drake rolls off Sean while Gabriel instinctively goes for a cover of his own on Sean.

1!

Tw....

Sean kicks out again as Gabriel can't believe it. Instead of going crazy, he tries to jump on Drake with another pin attempt.

1!

Drake kicks out after a one count as Gabriel jumps back up to his feet. He starts to pace back and forth inside the ring.

Adams: Gabriel doesn't seem too happy about that.

Simone: Maybe his cheap smoke and mirrors trick with Delia Darling wasn't enough to catch Drake Green off his game...

Drake is the first to get back up to his feet as Gabriel charges at him. Drake counters Gabriel with a hip toss but somehow Gabriel manages to land on his feet. Drake turns his head and notices the mysterious man stopping at the bottom of the ramp. Drake shakes his head before returning his focus on the task at hand. Gabriel charges at him again but ducks a clothesline attempt from Drake. He rebounds off the ropes only to get caught with a polish hammer from Drake. Gabriel slithers onto his belly toward Drake, who is trying to get away.

Gabriel cocks an eyebrow up as Drake pulls him back up to his feet by the waistband on his tights. Sean has made it back up to his feet as well. Drake whips across the ring as he bounces off one set of ring ropes. He ducks the clothesline attempts by Sean and Drake but as he rebounds off the other ring ropes. Drake hooks him for another hip toss attempt. He manages to throw Gabriel over but somehow in mid move he connects with the X Factor on Sean.

Drake is in shock as Gabriel quickly moves back up to his feet. Drake charges in at him but receives a double knee jawbreaker for his troubles.

Adams: Believe This! Gabriel just connected with Believe This! on Drake. Could this really be it?

Simone: Before that he countered a hip toss into a face buster. Gabriel has been on fire all evening.

Gabriel quickly goes for the cover on Drake as the referee drops down to the canvas.

1!

2!

3!

DING! DING! DING!

Adams: He did it!

Simon: And here is your winner and the new Sin City Wrestling Heavyweight Champion of the world..... GGGGGGGGGGABRIELLLLLLLLLLL!!!

Gabriel is handed the championship belt as he gets back up to his feet. The referee holds up Gabriel's hand.

Simone: What a battle!

Adams: Gabriel proved why he was the first ever SCW Heavyweight Champion.

Simone: Now the real question, who will be first in line to take on Gabriel? What a show this has been, join us in a couple of week for Climax Control! For Jason Adams, I'm Belinda Simone, good night everyone!

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