The crowd is alive with energy inside of the Prismen in Copenhagen, Denmark. The camera scans around the capacity crowd, cheering and waving while holding up signs for their favorites. The energy is at an obvious fever pitch when Justin Decent, standing inside of the ring alongside famed Danish singer and song writer, Rasmus Seebach.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the famed Prismen in Copenhagen, Denmark! And welcome to the fourth annual Supercard Spectacular Blaze of Glory!
The fans in attendance cheer!
Justin: Now to sing the Danish National Anthem, please help me welcome ... Rasmus Seebach!
The fans are on their feet, cheering the famed Danish recording artist and song writer! Justin passes the house microphone to him and as the soft music begins to play, Rasmus opens the show up in true patriotic fashion.
Rasmus Seebach: Der er et yndigt land,
Der sad i fordums tid
Det land endnu er skont,
Hil drot og faedreland!
det star med brede boge
naer salten osterstrand
Det bugter sig i bakke, dal,
det hedder gamle Danmark
og det er Frejas sal
de harniskklaedte kaemper,
udhvilede fra strid
Sa drog de frem til fjenders men,
nu hvile deres bene
bag hojens bautasten
thi blae sig soen baelter,
og lovet staer sae gront
Og aedle kvinder, skonne moer
og maend og raske svende
bebo de danskes oer
Hil hver en danneborger,
som virker, hvad han kan!
Vort gamle Danmark skal bestae,
sae laenge bogen spejler
sin top i bolgen blae
The song ends and the crowd cheers! Rasmus smiles and takes a bow before he passes the house mic back to the hands of Justin Decent and is assisted from the ring as the show is set to begin!
Simone: Hello and welcome to Blaze of Glory IV from the wonderful Copenhagen, Denmark. I'm Belinda Simone.
Adams: And I've been searching for Sebastian the crab from the Little Mermaid all week, but you can call me Jason Adams.
Simone: We've got thirteen huge matches and titles to fill up and we start with a match to crown a brand new Bombshell Internet Champion.
Adams: Joanne Canelli recently left Sin City Wrestling, leaving big boots to fill but Roxi Johnson and Krissy Filapovich fought to a draw recently, catching the eye of the staff. These two women will have the chance to be crowned as champion here tonight.
Simone: Adam Stone and Joey Harris are in action for SCW tonight. Not too much is known about them but their opponents are the popular Surf Boys.
Adams: Narly and Radical have been in SCW part time from the early years, but rarely get a chance at supercards, tonight, they have a chance to impress and get themselves more time on air.
Simone: Twisted Sister made an interesting debut, burning Jemma Asar, which immediately caught the attention of Jessie Salco.
Adams: Tonight, Salco and Sister go one on one after Salco made it clear she wanted a piece of the odd twisted one.
Simone: The Players Club vacated the Tag Team championships due to injury to Caleb Houston. Both men have now moved on but the tag titles have not and will be filled here tonight.
Adams: Dying Breed and ROAR, two long time teams in SCW have the chance to become tag team champions for the very first time in their SCW careers. History will be made with one of those teams tonight.
Simone: Natalie McKinley shocked the world by defeating Mercedes Vargas in a non title match on our last show but tonight, the title is on the line.
Adams: Mercedes is a long serving champion, but Natalie has proved she can over come the odds. If she does this week, she will be holding her first singles title in SCW. Mercedes has beaten the best SCW has to offer in the past, but will have to be on her game to defeat the woman who beat her not long ago.
Simone: The Fallen are in action tonight, and will be facing some tough opponents
Adams: Candy Overton is unpredicatable to say the very least, but Cynthia Warren has the experience in the ring. These two have never teamed together before and if they can get on the same page quickly, The Fallen may have a fight on their hands.
Simone: The Roulette championship has always been a popular title for people to aim for and tonight, four men aim for the chance to become number one contender to that title.
Adams: Chris Shipman, Lord Raab, Joshua Acquin and Old Skool all have their eyes on that prize, all four of them will have to put their bodies on the line. Roulette Rules, four men who love a fight, this one is gonna be brutal.
Simone: Someone recently called fighting on Twitter childish and claimed "not to endorse it". Well smart ass, you clearly don't know how to get the best out of Twitter because born from a Twitter arguement, we bring you Keira Fisher-Johnson to SCW.
Adams: Pft, we endorse quality matches and because of Twitter, Keira makes her debut here against someone who has instantly rubbed her the wrong way in one half of the Bombshell Tag Team Champions, Veronica Taylor. These two women want to destroy each other, thanks to a Twitter feud. SCW are bringing you this one and I can not wait to see Mrs Roxi in action.
Simone: Odette Ryder, Jordan Williams, Simon Jones and Brandi Shotze, four people who have won the Blast From The Past tournament and tonight, two more names get added to that list.
Adams: Despayre and Amanda Cortez have battled their way through to the finals but tonight, the man with an impressive win record and an SCW legend stand in their way as Andrew Watts and Misty look to go on and win the tournament and deny Despayre and Amanda a shot at the top gold in SCW.
Simone: Kris Halc has been on fire since his return to SCW and big things are predicted for his future here. Tonight he has the chance to capture SCW gold.
Adams: Alex Kaelin has been unstoppable as SCW Roulette champion but tonight, he goes up against Halc, who is proving every day that he is the future of SCW. This is Kaelin's toughest challenge to date and he will need to give it his all to walk out of here with his Roulette title around his waist.
Simone: Kain returned with one thing on his mind, the SCW Internet championship.
Adams: He did and he's earned his shot against Blaque Hart Bruce Evans. Evans has shown that on his day, he can defeat anyone. Kain has always brought a vicious side to every match he's ever been a part of. Will Kain get his destiny or will Blaque Hart show just why he is Internet Champion?
Simone: Amy Marshall was the luckiest girl in the world when her name got drawn out to take on Delia Darling for the the World Bombshell Championship.
Adams: Amy has solid credentials, multi time champion at many levels, but Delia has her claws in to that title and refuses to give it up. Amy's drive to be better makes her a more than a worthy contender. This one is gonna be a work of art, but who knows who will come out on top here.
Simone: For weeks, this main event has been brewing and tonight, we get to bring it to you live.
Adams: Gabriel demanded a one on one with Sean Jackson to get rid of Jackson's claims that he is a fraud of a champion. Jackson kept Gabriel waiting for an answer up until two weeks ago, but Drexel Matheson stole the contract and put his name on it. Christian Underwood gave the green light so it will be a triple threat match. Gabriel Vs Sean Jackson Vs Drexel Matheson. Tonight things get settled for good. Will Gabriel prove he's the champion he claims to be? Will Jackson prove himself right? Will Matheson shock the world and walk out as champion?
Simone: We're about to find out...
Adams: So no more waiting around, Blaze Of Glory IV is now live!
The feed cuts to the backstage area with Kris Halich walking through the halls, his hoodie up over his head and gym bag over his shoulder. He walks towards the camera, looking at the doors as he passes them, clearly searching for his own. Finally, he stops in front of one and the camera comes close, catching the name on it reading "Krissy Filapovich". He looks around the hallway, and shrugs before stepping up towards the door. He presses his finger to the tag and rips the majority of it off, revealing to the camera that it now just reads "Kris".
Kris: Much better...
He balls up the paper in his hand and reaches for the handle with the other when he is interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. A female someone. Krissy Filapovich herself.
Krissy: What ya doin?
She asks, reaching behind her and slipping her hands into the back pocket of her jeans, all casual like. He turns from the door and looks at her confused. Kris does a double take. Looking from her to the door a couple times before pointing at it, confidently.
Kris: I am going into my locker room to get ready for my match. Is that ok with you? I mean if you want to watch or something I won't stop you, but that is a little forward of you.
Krissy smirks and shakes her head.
Krissy: I saw you rip most of my name off of there.
She says, nodding her head over her shoulder some to gestures down the hall where she came from. She pulls a hand out and offers it to him.
Krissy: I'm Krissy Filapovich. My name was on the door.
She can't help but give him a smug smile, which is not her usual thing. It just calls for one at the moment.
Kris: I don't know what you are talking about. Your eyes must be playing tricks on you.
He points up to the door, running his fingers under his name.
Kris: See, this is my name. You must be mistaken. It makes me sad that you would think so little of me to accuse me if trying to hijack your room instead of looking for my own. I am honestly offended.
He smirks back at her, flipping the hood down off of his head and removing the single ear bud from his ear. She chuckles and pulls her hand back, shaking her head.
Krissy: Yeah. Anyway, you can keep it. I don't need it. I always share with Alex anyway.
She then smirks at him.
Krissy: I mean... I'll get my rude assuming ass out of your way and continue on. Good luck in your match...
She can't help but shake her head again before she continues on her way, clearly amused by Kris. He reaches out for the door, pushing it open, but turns to her and calls out to her as she goes.
Kris: Hey, don't tire the guy out too much before the match. I don't like hearing excuses at the end of the night...
She smirks and turns around, walking backwards. She shrugs her shoulders, a grin on her face.
Krissy: I'm the least of your worries as far as Alex goes. That man has stamina... he could go for days before he tires out. Trust me... a round or two with little ol' me before the match may give him a boost...
She winks and turns around walking straight now. He laughs, and taps the door a couple times with his fist. He thinks about about just going in, but that smirk crosses his face that screams at him to get the last word.
Kris: Hey Krissy! Make sure you win, alright? I mean you two walked into the arena with a championship, it is the least you can do to comfort him to make sure you two walk out with one.
She busts out laughing, turning her head some and calling over her shoulder.
Krissy: We'll walk out with two!
She turns around a corner and is gone. He shakes his head with another laugh and pushes the door open, disappearing within.
Simone: It's going to be a great night of action here at Blaze of Glory and in just a few moments we will open things up with the Bombshells as Roxi Johnson takes on Krissy Flippovic for the vacant Bombshell Internet Championship...
Adams: Sorry to interrupt Belinda but a sign in the crowd has caught my eye, can a camera zoom in on it?
Simone: Fans bring signs to shows all the time, what makes this so special?
Adams: Trust me on this.
The cameraman zooms in on the sign in question which has a short but sweet message on it: "Suck my Tickets Christian".
Simone: Charming.
Adams: Why would a fan bring a sign like that to Blaze of Glory? Wait a minute, is that Steve Ramone?!
Simone: He's on suspension!
It is indeed the recently suspended "Fearless One" Steve Ramone holding up the sign and it doesn't take long for security to reach him, however Steve reaches into his pocket and produces a pair of tickets from his pocket alongside a note, the guards check the tickets and confirm them to be authentic as Steve's pregnant wife Charlotte is sitting next to him.
Simone: That must've been humiliating, a wrestler working for the company has to buy tickets for an SCW show.
Adams: Well enough about him, let's move on to the....
Jason is cut off by the guard who, despite the obvious fact that English isn't his first language, communicates that there's a message to the bosses that a fan wants to be said by them.
Simone: What does the message say Jason?
Adams: It says "What are you going to do boss man? Suspend your loving fans?".
Simone: Is he taunting Christian?
Adams: Looks like it, let's move on!
Justin: The following Bombshell match is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the SCW Bombshell Internet Championship!
"Help is on the Way" plays over the PA system. Once the lyrics begin, Roxi Johnson emerges from the backstage area, She pauses at the top of the entranceway, soaking in the atmosphere. She stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena.
Justin: Making her way to the ring from Tampa, Florida... Roxi Johnson!
After a moment, she steps on the apron, and enters the ring through the ropes. Once inside, she runs to the nearest corner, jumps on it, and raises her arms to the cheers of the audience.
Simone: These two in a rematch from a couple of weeks ago after they fought to a no contest... this time however the vacant SCW Bombshell Internet Championship is on the line
Justin: And her opponent...
Cherry Pie by Warrant starts up and out steps Krissy Filapovich the newest wrestler to grace the SCW with her humble presence. Krissy begins her way down the ramp. Once she reaches the ring she stops, smiling wide.
Justin: From Fort Worth, Texas... Krissy Filapovich!
She enters the ring by sliding under the bottom rope. She gets to her feet, looking around at those who cheer for her. Enjoying the sound of her name as they call it out from their lips.
Simone: Krissy was a tough opponent for Roxi a couple of weeks ago, and that is not something that you see often as Roxi is one of the better competitors we have here in SCW.
Adams: This rematch has the potential of a classic!
Both Bombshells stand opposite each other in the ring. Referee Jasmine St. John walks towards Krissy as she has a few words with her, and then checks her boots and all of her pads. Jasmine nods at Krissy, walking back over to Roxi as she has a few words with her and follows up with the same routine as she did with Krissy. Jasmine nods her head as she takes a few steps away from the Bombshells and signals for the match to start.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Just as referee Jasmine St. John signals for the bell these two circle the ring for a few seconds, staring each other down from across the ring. The fans seem to be behind both of these two Bombshells as they are both fan favorites, gotta love a good old fashion face v. face match! Krissy moves in towards the more SCW experienced Roxi as they lock hands. They both struggle for a few seconds, before Krissy pulls Roxi into a headlock, gaining the upper hand as she squeezes the head of Roxi for a few seconds. Roxi begins to fight back, hammering away with hammer fists to the kidney's of Krissy who breaks the hold from the side pain and Roxi pushes her towards the ropes. Krissy bounces off of the ropes, coming back and hitting Roxi with a huge clothesline that sends Roxi straight to the canvas. Krissy looks down at Roxi, shooting a confident smile at her.
Adams: This looks familiar...
Simone: Talk about starting things EXACTLY the same as last time...
Roxi shoots up as the two lock hands again, but Krissy hits a huge knee to the gut, followed by a nice jumping tornado DDT! Krissy looks for the early cover here in this one...
...1
...2
...Kickout by Roxi!
Roxi forces her shoulder up from the mat. Krissy looks up at St. John as she stands up. She starts to converse with her for a moment before she turns her attention back to Roxi. Roxi quickly wraps her legs around Krissy's right leg and drops her down to the mat with a drop toe hold. Krissy hits her head on the mat as Roxi unwraps her legs and stands up from the mat. She backs away from Roxi as Krissy begins to get up from the mat. Once Krissy gets up and turns around, Roxi runs with a full head of steam towards Krissy. She jumps up and falls on top of Krissy with a running crossbody! Roxi stays on top as St. John goes down for the count.
...1
...2
...Not enough to put Krissy away!
Adams: Close one there, what a crossbody by Roxi!
Simone: Showing off that high flying ability, and the want to be a Champion again here in SCW!
Krissy quickly gets Roxi off of her after the cross body. Roxi is quickly up to her feet and is closely followed by Krissy. Roxi kicks Krissy in the gut and steps behind Krissy. She quickly places her right hand over Krissy's head and grabs onto her left arm with her own left arm. She places her right leg in between Krissy's legs and drops back making her hit her head on the mat with a Russian leg sweep! Krissy lies down on the mat as Roxi smiles at her as she slowly gets up to her feet. Instead of capitalizing, Roxi walks over to the ropes and starts to smile at the fans as they begin to heavily cheer. As Roxi continues to entertain the fans, Krissy slowly gets up to her feet. She awaits Roxi to turn around and is bent over across the ring from her. Once Roxi turns around Krissy runs at full speed to take down Roxi with a big spear. Roxi falls down to the mat after the big spear. Krissy quickly covers her as St. John goes down for the count.
...1
...2
...Krissy isn't able to put away Roxi who gets a shoulder up!
Simone: Krissy looking for her first ever Championship win here in SCW, but it is not there, not yet at least.
Adams: It is going to take a lot to take this one away from Roxi!
Roxi throws her right shoulder up keeping the match alive. Krissy slowly makes her way up to her feet. Krissy is starting to get frustrated, grabbing Roxi by her hair and yanking her up to her feet. Krissy delivers a huge kick to the gut of Roxi and tries to set her up for a DDT, Roxi fights back, pushing her away, Krissy goes for a clothesline but Roxi counters, a quick roll up by Roxi!
...1
...2
...Krissy is quick to roll out of it!
Krissy rolls up straight to her feet as she runs at Roxi and looks for a running clothesline but Roxi ducks it! Krissy runs right up the turnbuckle, trying to balance herself at the top, she spins around and as she does, Roxi hits a jumping heel kick to the inside of Krissy's leg as Krissy loses her balance and her legs split the turnbuckle! Talk about deja vu! Krissy is a bit dazed as Roxi hops onto the middle turnbuckle, taking advantage as she hits two elbows to the head of Krissy and then... Roxi jumps! She wraps her legs around the head of Krissy as she pulls backwards, and hits a perfect Hurricanrana on Krissy...
Simone: Wow, talk about Deja Vu, right?
Adams: I feel like we are watching highlights from just a couple of weeks ago!
Simone: But this time, it's even better!
Roxi grabs Krissy by the hair and lifts her to her feet. Roxi whips Krissy across the ring and Roxi puts her in a quick headlock, taking her straight to the ground for a ground headlock. Krissy is able to roll back out of it very well, doing a back roll right to her feet as Roxi stands up as well. Krissy runs at Roxi, looking for a clothesline but Roxi ducks it, Roxi grabs Krissy by her shoulder, spinning her around as they come face to face. Roxi hits a kick to the gut of Krissy, throwing her arm around the head of Krissy, locking it tight as she runs towards the turnbuckle and jumps, looking for a running springboard bulldog but Krissy throws Roxi in mid air as Roxi lands hard on her butt!
Simone: Ouch, that one hurt the tailbone for sure!
Adams: I wouldn't mind offering a massage...
Simone: Oh, I am sure you wouldn't sicko.
Roxi is quite quick to get to her feet, holding her lower back and tailbone area in pain as she stumbles a bit. Krissy takes advantage of this, running at Roxi, grabbing her by the back and head as she throws her shoulder first into the turnbuckle! Krissy grabs Roxi who bounces shoulder first off the turnbuckle and a huge DDT by Krissy! Krissy is quick to her feet, running for the ropes as she jumps for the middle rope, bouncing off and... springboard moonsault! The cover by Krissy, St. John with the count...
...1
...2
...Roxi kicks out at about 2 and a half!
Simone: Another move from their previous match, these two are just recreating greatness here tonight!
Adams: Are you sure we aren't watching a repeat?
Krissy picks Roxi up off the mat and hits the ropes. Krissy comes off the ropes and delivers a nice running bulldog as her intent is to be driving Roxi face first into the mat. However Roxi fights out of it, as they tumble over to the ground, Roxi catching a knee to the gut in the tumble as she flips onto her back, holding her gut in pain. Krissy picks Roxi up once more and whips her into the ropes. Roxi comes off the ropes and Krissy delivers a crossbody to Roxi... but Roxi hits a dropkick straight to the gut of Krissy!! Krissy holds her gut in pain as she falls straight to the ground. Both Bombshell's are on the ground in pain as they try their best to get to their feet.
Adams: Wow, another amazing match being put on by these two, I hope we get a third one sometime soon.
Simone: This one isn't even over yet, and you want more?
Adams: Hey, why not?
Krissy is up to her feet a bit quicker than Roxi as Krissy leans over the ropes. Roxi is back to her feet as well, however she staggers to the turnbuckle, resting for a second, only to be hit by a running clothesline from Krissy that sends her back smashing off of the turnbuckle padding. Roxi is feeling the after effects from that move as she holds her lower back in pain. Krissy jumps up, grabbing Roxi by the head, digging her feet into the stomach of Roxi as she rolls backwards and flings Roxi into the air, over her head and straight onto her back. Roxi bounces off of the canvas, she is quick to her feet but holding her back in pain. Krissy runs at her and delivers a vicious knee straight to the lower back of Roxi! Roxi is really taking a beating to her lower back as she falls against the turnbuckle, barely standing! Krissy grabs Roxi by the back of her head, sending her head straight into the turnbuckle pad, over and over, and over! Krissy delivers once more, missing the pad as Roxi's head hits the connector of the turnbuckle, busting her forehead open. Roxi begins to bleed as she falls to a knee, holding her face!
Simone: Wow, that should be illegal...
Adams: I honestly think it was an accident!
Simone: Well, I don't know.
Referee Jasmine St. John warns Krissy about what just happened, but Krissy continues as she lifts Roxi up, sitting her on the turnbuckle as Krissy begins to climb the turnbuckle as well. Krissy climbs to the middle turnbuckle pad as Roxi sits atop the top turnbuckle, dazed and not really knowing where she is. Krissy delivers 5 straight bare knuckle punches to the opening on Roxi's head as Roxi begins to fall backwards a bit, really feeling the beating she has taken in the last few minutes. Krissy grabs Roxi by the hair, lifting her up and literally standing her atop the top turnbuckle, Krissy joins her as both Bombshell's stand on the top rope! Krissy jumps up as she looks for an insane version of her finisher... wrapping her legs around Roxi's head and...
...
Famous!
...
NO! Roxi wraps her arms around Krissy's legs and falls forward as she hits a top rope powerbomb on Krissy! But Roxi who is already beat up bad takes a hard fall as well,, as her body flops besides Krissy's and Krissy's arm falls atop of Roxi's chest, just as Roxi's arm falls atop of Krissy's chest! Referee Jasmine St. John begins the count...
...1
Adams: A double cover? Again?!
Simone: Wow I can't believe this, both of these Bombshell's are out, again!
...2
Adams: So who gets the Championship? Does it stay vacant?
Simone: That is a question I can't answer, but they are both out!
...referee St. John lowers her arm once more!
Simone: And there it is, wow!
Adams: Did that...
Just as Jasmine's arm was about to hit the canvas a third time, both Krissy and Roxi got their shoulders up! Neither Bombshell staying down for the count, and nearly giving the whole crowd here in Denmark some stains on their underwear!
Simone: Wow... talk about an amazing match, I thought we were about to see ANOTHER double pin!
Adams: Yeah, I think EVERYONE did!
Both women finally make their way to their feet after being down for quite some time, and they meet in the center of the ring where they exchance right hands with each other. Krissy gains the upper hand, hitting a few straight rand hands to the already bloodied Roxi Johnson! Krissy backs Roxi up all the way against the ropes with right hands as she irish whips her across the ring and as Roxi comes back, Krissy looks for a big kick to the face, Roxi ducks it! Krissy spins around and is hit by a huge kick to the gut from Roxi...
...
Ray of Hope!
...
Connects! And Roxi with the cover...
...1
...2
...3!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
Justin: Here is your winner... and the NEW SCW Bombshell Internet Champion! Roxi Johnson!
The fans go wild as referee Jasmine St. John hands Roxi her newly won Championship! Roxi throws her arm in the air, holding the title as she is cheered on by the fans! Another great performance put on by these two Bombshells.
Simone: Roxi is able to come out on top in this one, but wow did Krissy give her a run for her money... again!
Adams: I feel like we will see this match again soon... very soon!
We cut backstage where we see Andrew Watts walking out of his locker room, dressed in a pair of faded blue Express jeans, a white tank top, that reads REJECTS across the chest in dark red font, and his hair neatly pushed back. He is carrying something in his right hand as his locker room door closes behind him. He turns around, facing the cameras as he begins to walk... just as he starts to walk, he is interrupted by a voice...
Voice: Hey... yo!
Watts stops in his tracks, turning around as a male figure, a bit shorter, and a bit smaller than him approaches him. We can only see the back of this person, barely any view of them at all really as Watts turns around, nodding his head, a half smirk as he looks at the person before him. The smirk then turns to a straight face, as he shakes his head.
Andrew Watts: You're late...
Watts places his hands on his hips, we try to get a better look at the person standing before him, but we just can't get an angle.
Voice: I'm late? I don't believe we set a time but I must admit it's nice to see you old friend. It's been a very very long time hasn't it? With that said I been doing my research lately and having thoughts about strapping up the boots again although I'm finding I need a push.
Watts nods his head, staring ahead at this person for a few seconds before replying.
Andrew Watts: Hmm, you think you still got it? Because, like I said... if you want to roll with the big boys, again... you are really going to compete at the highest level possible. You know, just like you used to... in the old days.
Watts lets his hands fall to his sides, as the object in his right hand stays against his side, we wonder what it is exactly.
Voice: Come on Andrew. You're really asking if I still got it? How long have we known each other and how many times have we either teamed up or faced up against one another in that ring? I'll have to shake off the cobwebs clearly but we all know that will happen rather quickly
The figure looks down at what Watts is holding, he then gives Andrew a nod of confidence.
Andrew Watts: Well, I have to get ready for my match, tournament finals... and number one contender matches don't come often so...
Watts tosses the object to the figure who catches it and looks down at it.
Andrew Watts: Remember, this is a pretty big deal... I know you'll live up to it. I'll keep in touch.
Watts smacks the shoulder of the figure as he turns around, walking away, cutting around a corner as we can no longer see him. We focus on the back of the figure as he holds the object up to reveal to us that it is a black REJECTS t-shirt. He nods his head with confidence as he stares at the shirt... we still can't see his face, but we can definitely see what Watts and him have planned.
Justin: This next match is scheduled for one fall. Already in the ring Adam Stone and Joey Harrisssssssss! And there opponents. Coming down the aisle at a combined weight of 365Ibs. Narly and Radical the Surf Boyssssss!!!!
Surfer Boys start to play. The crowd starts to go wild. The Surf Boys, Narly and Radical appear dressed in Bermuda shorts, sandals and holding surfboards under their arms. They turn around high fiving each other. They walk to the ring high fiving the fans and when they get to the ring, throw the boards under the ropes and climbs in as the fans cheer. The put their boards in middle of the ring and jump on them "ring surfing" as the fans cheer.
Simone: Looks like Adam and Narly will be starting things off.
Narly runs towards Adam and gets nailed with a power slam for his troubles. Narly gets up quickly. Adam is laughing as Narly gets up close and pushes Adam, Adam tries to push back but Narly grabs his arms and uses Adams momentum to bring Adam closer to Narly while lifting up a knee striking Adam in the chest. Adam goes to the mat and rolls out of the ring as he is gasping for air.
Simone: That was different.
Adams: Yea looks like one of the surfer babes may have shown Narly a new move.
Adam goes from laugher to anger as he gains his composure back Adam makes his way back to the ring. Adam makes his way towards Narly and throws punches with both his left and right hands. Narly having no choice but to back himself into the corner. Adam still throwing closed fists. Referee Hollywood breaks them up and warns Adam about his closed fists.
Simone: Well looks like Narly managed to get Adam mad.
Adams: Hmm Adam looks like the type that is always mad.
Narly quickly goes to his corner and tags in Radical. Radical jump over the ropes to get in the ring. He makes his way to Adam. Adam kicks Radical in the gut. Radical bends over and as he does so Adam grabs Radicals heads and hits a DDT. Radical hits the mat and is seen holding his head in pain. Crowd boos the action in the ring. Adam bends down to pick Radical up by his hair. The two men tie up and Adam sends Radical towards the ropes buts Radical reverses it sending Adam to the ropes. Adam bounces off the ropes; Radical throws himself down to the mat belly to the mat as Adam jumps over Radical. Adam bounces off the ropes again and while doing so Joey taps Adam in the back making a blind tag to Adams. Holly Wood signals the tag. Adam makes his way towards Radical. Radical jumps as Adam ducks under him. Adams again bounces off the ropes and with full force goes head on to Radical nailing him with a spear. Joey gets on the top rope and jumps off Joey lands an elbow right to Radicals heart. Joey goes for the cover.
Holly Wood: 1....2.....
Joey gets up and lefts up Radical as well. Holly Wood shoots a mean look to Joey as Joey and Adam are both laughing. Joey picks up Radical they tie up and Joey lifts up Radical in the air and keeps him there for a bit before dropping him on his head nailing him with a Suplex. Radical is laid out on the mat as Joey starts to taunt the crowd.
Crowd: Boo!
Joey starts stomping on Radical, Narly gets in the ring and dropkicks Joey form behind. Narly makes his way back outside the ring as Holly Wood is yelling for him to get out. Meanwhile Adam gets in the ring Holly Wood sees this and stops him and the two starts yelling back and forth. Radical manages to get up but is met with a drop kick from Joey. Radical stumbles a bit before falling, while doing so he bumps in to Holly Wood knocking her down in the process.
Simone: Oh this could get ugly real quick.
Adams: Define ugly?
With the referee and radical down, Adam gets in the ring and he and Joey are stomping on Radical. Narly also gets in the ring and brings his surf board in the ring as well. Narly plants the surf broad leaning against the turnbuckle. Narly runs to help Radical from being stomped. Narly hits Adam with a left then Joey with a right hand. Narly grabs Adam and sends him towards the surf broad. Adam hits the broad and he falls to the ground as well as the surf board falls hitting Adams again in the face. Narly grabs Joey and send him towards the ropes. Joey bounces off the ropes and both Narly and Radical hit Joey with a dropkick. Joey goes down. Holly Wood starts to come around and is getting up. Radical runs towards the corner and removes the surf board from the ring. Narly drags Joey to the middle of the ring and puts him in a Boston crab. Holly Wood is telling Narly to get off of Joey as Adam is the legal man. Narly looks confused but let's go of Joey and runs towards Adam who is still lying on the mat. Narly gets right next to Adam; Adam grabs Narly and wraps him up in a small package for the pin.
Holly Wood: 1...2...
Simone: Looks like Adam was playing possum there.
Adams: I'm not sure about that but Adam almost pulled a fast one on Narly.
Narly kicks out on 2. Both men get up. Adam goes to his corner and tags in Joey. Joey looks at Narly and shakes his head no. Narly looks confused. Joey points at Radical. Narly looks at the crowd and points to Radical as if Narly is only willing to tag in Radical with the crowds approval. Crowd cheers and Narly tags in Radical. Radical gets in the ring the two stare at each other down. Radical steps towards Joey, Joey quickly grabs Radicals left arm is starts to twist it in an arm wrench. Radical does a side roll on the ground then lands on his head and does a kip up to reverse the hold. Radical gets close to his corner, Narly reaches in the ring to tag himself in while Joey now starts to do a side roll on the ground then lands on his head and does a kip up to reverse the hold, but Narly hits Joey with a super side kick while Joey was doing his kip up. Crowd is heard going crazy. Narly goes for the cover.
Holly Wood: 1......2.......3
Joey kicks out but it's too late as Holly Wood has counted to three.
Justin: Here are your winners, Narly and Radical The Surf Boysssss!!!!!
Surfer Boys start to play as Narly exits the ring, Radical jumps down from there corner and takes the surf broads with him. Radical meets up with Narly on the ramp. Radical gives Narly his surf broad. Meanwhile in the ring we see Adam and Joey yelling and backing Holly Wood to the corner. The Surf Boys not aware of what is going on they start heading their way up the ramp. The crowd starts yelling at the Surf Boys and point towards the ring. The surf boys look at each other then at the ring, they realize what is going on and both men rush to the ring with their surf boards on hand. As they make their way towards Adam and Joey, they bail out of the ring at the last second. Holly Wood looks at both Narly and Radical with a sign of relief. Surfer Boys start to play again and Narly and Radical put there broads on the mat and ring surf for the fans one last time. The fans go nuts and Holly Wood cant help herself and jumps on the surf broad behind Radical and joins them on there ring surfing.
The scene opens up backstage at Blaze Of Glory IV where we see SCW's Heavy Metal Bombshell Jessie Salco working out in preparation for her match against Twisted Sister, which is starting in a few minutes, whilst the Battle Beast album "Unholy Saviour" is playing through her laptop and the crowd are excited to see the popular Bombshell.
Simone: Jessie's had her ups and downs recently but tonight she hopes to turn that around against Twisted Sister.
Adams: That's easier said than done considering that Twisted Sister's last match ended with the opponent getting Blow Torched.
The album ends on the bonus track "Push it to the Limit" and before Jessie can put another song on Ms. Rocky Mountains approaches her.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Jessie, in just a few moments you are going to take on Twisted Sister in a one on one match, are you worried about the lengths she will go to in this match?
Jessie scoffs as she takes the mic.
Jessie: If I was worried I wouldn't have demanded this match and Twisted Sister, if you think for one second that the tricks you pulled on Jemma Aser will work on me then you are in for a rude awakening! Tonight we will all see Twisted Sister for what she really is, a shit wrestler who uses tricks like that to compensate for her severe lack of skill and trust me, the only way this match will end is when I pin her shoulders to the matt for the three count!
Jake: Match is about to start Jess.
Jessie smirks before closing her laptop.
Jessie: But don't take my word for it, let my actions in the ring speak for themselves!
Jessie walks off as the scene cuts to ringside.
Justin: The following contest is a bombshell match... introducing first...
The rock band Twisted Sister's anthem of "Burn In Hell" blares across the building and the crowd boos as Twisted Sister is escorted through the stage curtains by professional security, her arms bound around her in a secured straight jacket.
Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds, she is Twisted Sister!
She screams wildly, thrashing and kicking her legs as the guards have to practically have to carry her to the ring. At ringside, they carefully unfasten her straight jacket and she quickly climbs into the ring and dashes around, screaming like a lunatic.
Justin: And her opponent...
"Revenge, is a meal Best Served Cold..."
The lights dim as the fast, charging riff of "Like Angels Weeping (the dark)" by Kataklysym tears the PA System a new one and Jessie comes out with her brother Jake, the two do some headbanging at the top of the ramp before Jessie gets a running start before sliding into the ring
Justin: From Miami, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is Jessie Salco!
Once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband and waiting for her opponent.
DING DING DING
The bell rings as Jessie and Twisted Sister begin to circle in the middle of the ring. After locking up in a collar and elbow tie up Twisted Sister forces Jessie back into the turnbuckles with a vicious scream, one handful of hair pulling her head back. Referee Summers rushes in as Jessie kicks and struggles against the handful of hair. Breaking her hold at four, Sister begins to slam down forearms into the head and chest of Jessie who sags slightly against the ropes. He pushes Sister off Jessie who staggers out of the turnbuckles. Sister watches for a moment then charges after Salco taking her down to the mat with a scream before wiping her face along the canvas. Jessie struggles to push Sister off and rolls out of the ring. Sister follows her across the ring where Jessie grabs her by her head and drops to the floor causing Sister to drop across the ropes then fly backwards to the canvas.
Simone: That's one hung sister...
Adams: Same thing can be said about Holly Wood
Simone: How would you know?
Adams: Locker room rumors and Christian Underwood's spy cam
Crawling back into the ring, Jessie picks up Sister and whips her into the ropes to catch her with a hard clothesline. Laying on the mat, Sister laughs manically as she rolls to her feet and faces Jessie to hold up her hand and taunts Jessie into attacking again who launches a drop kick at the head of Sister which once again sends her to the mat. Salco dives at Sister who catches her. The pair roll around on the mat trading rights and lefts.
Simone: This doesn't look like it is going to be a technical match.
Adams: Looks like a catfight to me! Show some skin!!
Sister kicks Salco to the side and rises up to grab Jessie by the hair and pulls her into a clothesline. Grabbing her again, Sister scoops her up and delivers a body slam that makes Jessie arch in pain. Rolling to the side, Jessie gets to a knee then is doubled over as Sister buries her foot into her midsection.
Simone: Stiff boot from Twisted Sister
Sister grabs at Jessie and begins to drag her around the ring. Jessie stands and slapping the hand away from her shirt and begins to drive Sister back with a hard right hand and multiple punches. Once she is against the ropes, Jessie uses her knee to double over Sister with hard knees. Catching Sister by the hair, Jessie whips her to the mat and mounting her, continues to rain punches into the head of Sister. Jacob Summers admonishes Jessie to let her up but she shrugs him off. Getting to her feet, Jessie backs away as the referee talks to her. Twisted Sister rolls out of the ring and stalks around the ring as Jessie follows her.
Adams: This can not be good!
Sister grabs Jessie by the feet and drags her out of the ring. The pair of them brawl around the ring as the referee is trying to get them to come back into the ring. Sister moves to the ring and tries to slide back in before the count reaches ten. Jessie catches her and pulls her back to the outside and slams her into the ringside guardrail. The referee begins his count again. Jessie gets to the apron and climbs up. Slipping into the ring, Salco stops as she looks to the fans then at Sister. The referee grabs her arm but she shrugs him off again and then does a suicide dive from the apron that sends both bombshells to the floor.
Adams: I think they are broken!!
Jessie staggers to her feet and pulls up a dazed Sister and then whips her towards the ring. Pushing her to her feet, Salco rolls Sister into the ring, As Sister gets to her knees, Jessie gets to the turnbuckles and climbs to the top. Sister gets to her feet, Salco hits a high cross body that Sister rolls through, catching Salco with a small package pin attempt. Jessie kicks and breaks the hold enough to get out of the pin attempt. Rolling to the side, Jessie gets to one knee then her feet as does Sister who kicks Jessie in the midsection then pulls her into a powerbomb that Jessie is able to block then picks up Sister and sends her to the mat with a back body drop. Landing on her feet, Sisster turns and clubs Jessie in the back of her head then twisting her around she kicks Jessie again then powers her into a powerbomb that lays her out on the canvas. Sister drops to cover but only gets two as Jessie kicks out. Sister grabs Jessie and lifts her onto the top of turnbuckle after a few rights into the face. Putting her on the ropes, Twisted Sister shoulders Jessie as she prepares for the Twisted Blister. Frantically, Jessie uses her elbows to fight off the attempt then sends Sister to the mat with a hard shove.
Adams: There was nothing pretty about that
Climbing up, Jessie checks on a slowly rising Sister then steadies herself and hits a moonsault on the rising Sister. Catching up a leg, Jessie tries for a pin and gets a two count before Sister kicks out. Slamming her hands on the mat in frustration, Jessie gets to her feet and then picks up Sister who slams a thumb into the eye of Salco who staggers away. Laughing wildly, Sister follows Salco, mocking her as Jessie swings blindly at her. Angered, Jessie continues to try and hits Sister who ducks under the swing then picks up Jessie with a fireman's carry, jumping a little to drive the wind from her lungs then drops her with a face first slam. Rolling over the laid out Salco, Sister makes a very nonchalant cover.
1...
2...
Jessie kicks out just barely by raising her arm and as Twisted Sister argues with Jacob Summers, Jessie rolls to the ropes and pulls herself up and leans against the ropes as her arms cradle her midsection. Sistre pushes the referee out of the way and charges towards Jessie who hits a desperation dropkick that hits its mark and sends Sister to the canvas. Slowly Jessie makes her way to the turnbuckle and climbs slowly as Sister gets to her feet, staggering slightly as she tries to find where Jessie is. From the top rope, Jessie flies across the ring and nails Sister with a missile drop kick.
Adams: Boom!!!
Simone: What are you talking about Jason?
Adams: That was a missile dropkick and I am trying new catch phrases for these moves.
Jessie gets to her feet again and then moves to the turnbuckles once more. Standing on the top, she looks down at a dazed Sister and then smiling, she motions to the fans before hitting the wall of death on the downed bombshell. Grabbing the leg of Sister, Jessie pulls it over as she pins Sister.
1...
2...
Twisted struggles but Summers brings his hand down for the final three!!!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match, Jessie Salco!
Simone: Jessie has over come the most messed up person on the roster
Adams: With a roster like ours, that's saying something!
The scene opens with Scott Oliver standing alongside former heavyweight champion Sean Jackson in the backstage area. As usual, Sean is wearing slacks with a dress shirt and the expression on his face is priceless. He is brimming with pride, completely confident in the fact that by the time the main event is over, he will be champion.
Scott: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with former world heavyweight champion Sean Jackson. Who later on tonight, attempts to reclaim the SCW world heavyweight championship. Mr. Jackson, can I get your thoughts on tonight?
Turning his attention towards Scott Oliver, if for only a moment, he doesn't hold anything back.
Sean: You know Scott, as I stand here tonight, Lady Destiny is at my side. Not too long ago, Gabriel realized his dream...
Sean turns his attention towards the camera.
Sean: After being less than honorable, sneaking his way into a world title match, was able to get the pin on his partner in crime. The other party to a theft of epic proportions that did nothing but cheapen one of the most illustrious championship belts in the wrestling world.
He is referencing the triple threat match back at Inception on January 11th.
Sean: And now, he wants the whole world to know that he's ready to once again stand at the top of the wrestling world. That he's once again the man who stood atop the tag team world for five years with Despayre.
For five years Sinful Obsession was THE tag team. The tag team that ran roughshod over Sin City and the National Wrestling Alliance.
Sean: But the harsh reality is that not even Despayre believes Gabriel can hack it anymore. When it came to the tag titles, Despayre found new blood, knowing that Gabriel was no longer the man he claimed to be. All anyone has to do is simply go back a few weeks when Drexel Matheson and myself handed Sinful Obsession their first loss in five years...
Sean holds up his hand, his fingers spread out.
Sean: That's right, two individuals who were simply thrown together, did something that nobody else could have ever done, and that is defeat Despayre and Gabriel Stevens right here in their own backyard.
A smile begins to form.
Sean: We showed the world that Sinfull Obsession was nothing, that they were nothing more than a couple of has-beens who were trying to live on the past. Well Gabriel, the days of living in the past is over...
The smile was only momentary.
Sean: Because tonight, you'll find that the future is MINE...ALL MINE...
Now he becomes animated, his voice rising.
Sean: Because Gabriel, you SANCTIMONIOUS SON OF A BITCH, HOW DARE YOU THINK FOR ONE SECOND THAT 2015 INCLUDES YOU IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, FORM, OR FASHION.
Sean takes a few steps away from Scott Oliver, creating a bit of distance between the two.
Sean: YOU CREATED CAREER SUICIDE THE MOMENT YOU DARED TO STEP IN THE WAY OF SEAN JACKSON!!!!
Scott: Sean....
Scott Oliver attempts to keep the interview on track, but Sean will have none of it.
Sean: SHUT UP OLIVER, YOU SAW WHAT PART....
He does manage to calm down slightly...very slightly.
Sean: You saw what he did to my wife, having those goons groping her with their grubby little fingers, then bragging about it afterwards. Well Scott, tonight....TONIGHT!!
Okay so it doesn't last long.
Sean: I'M GOING TO MAKE A SHINING EXAMPLE OF THAT PAPER CHAMPION. YOU SEE SCOTT, INSTEAD OF JUST PUTTING HIS LIGHTS OUT COURTESY OF THE HIGH KNEE...
He extends his reach, grabbing Scott by his collar for only a split second before letting him go. Scott is pulled off balance just slightly.
Sean: I'M GOING TO COMPRESS THE VERTABRAE IN HIS NECK. I PROMISE TO GOD ALMIGHTY THAT I'M GOING TO DRILL HIM NECK FIRST ON THE METAL RING STEPS!!!
Scott: Sean....
Sean: YOU DON'T INTERRUPT THE CHAMPION WHEN HE'S SPEAKING...
Scott: But Sean...
Sean: BECAUSE TONIGHT, GABRIEL'S CAREER ENDS TONIGHT. RIGHT ALONG WITH...
Scott: But Sean...
Finally, Scott is able to get the tirade to stop.
Sean: WHAT?
Scott: You aren't the champion, Gabriel Stevens is.
Nothing. Silence. You can hear a pin drop. Sean Jackson can only stand there, his face growing beet red, the veins popping out of his neck. He wants to say something, he DEFINITELY wants to say something. However, what he wants to say may probably get him suspended...so the silence continues. A very, very awkward silence.
But then, just when you think that Sean is about to hit him with a straight right to the chops, Sean just eats it and walks away. Fearing that he just dodged a bullet, Scott Oliver swallows hard.
Scott: I don't get paid enough for this.
Fade.
The scene opens, revealing Mercedes looking straight into the camera. In a studio setting, the three-time and current Bombshell Roulette Champion is seen sitting on a black chair and ample lighting next to her. The Bombshell Roulette Championship is on her lap.
Mercedes: We are less than twelve hours away from SCW's Blaze of Glory IV. And the Mean Girls, if you haven't already heard, runs the Bombshells Division. We run this town, we have taken over. Not we're going to take over, not we will takeover...No, We HAVE taken over the Bombshells Division. Not to mention, but I'll mention, that we hold every Bombshell championship that this company has to offer, with the exception of the newly minted Bombshell Internet Championship. But don't you worry, we'll be having that title in our camp before you know it.
The sincerity in her voice justifies her belief that it will happen.
Mercedes: So, tonight, Delia Darling will be facing Amy Marshall - one half of the Metal and Punk Connection - for the SCW World Bombshell Championship in her fifth defense. Yours truly will be facing Natalie McKinley for the Bombshell Roulette Championship in my sixth defense. But as for Veronica Taylor? She is not defending the Bombshell Tag Team Championship with Amanda Cortez. Obviously, because Amanda is in the finals of the Blast From the Past Tournament with Despayre. So you're thinking Veronica will have the night off, maybe cheer on the rest of her fellow Mean Girls to victory, right? You're thinking that SCW is going to being in an international superstar or maybe a returning Bombshell like a Kittie or Brandi Shotze or an Odette Ryder.
She shakes her head then imitates an authoritarian voice.
Mercedes: 'No, Veronica, you're facing Keira Fisher in a singles match.'
Mercedes rolls her eyes.
Mercedes: Calling out the Mean Girls is one way to get your name out there, and it seems people have followed that advice. It's good advice, it's smart advice, it gives us the option to give you the time of day when no one else wouldn't. And these new girls are the latest to do just that. Like this Keira Fisher person? Who are you anyway? Who the hell do you think you are calling out someone and threaten to end their career anyway? Bitch, please. Do you know who is about to use your face as a mop to wipe your tears off the canvas in a few moments? A three-time Bombshell Tag Team Champion, the SCW Most Improved of the Year, that's who. Veronica Taylor is one of the few Bombshells who was in the first-ever Blaze of Glory event over three years ago. So. for you to call her out on Twitter and threaten her career? Wow! Either you must have been sniffing glue or missed out on your medication, probably both.
Mercedes pauses, a smile on her face, her focus dead set on the camera as she continues.
Mercedes: Don't mistake this as a match, Keira, because it's not. This isn't a contest. Certainly not a close one. This is a sacrifice. SCW is practically making you a glutton for punishment and Veronica will be taking her aggression out on you. Now, does that make you feel good? I wouldn't think so. See, you may think you've set yourself up for success at our expense, but all you've really done is set yourself up for failure and broken dreams, and we're going to leave you just as broken. You'll get over it. I mean, what's a couple hours of watching sad movies, punching your pillow and...
Mercedes mocks a baby's voice.
Mercedes:Roxi waiting there to kiss your boo-boo and make it all better?
She lowers her head and laughs. The camera zooms in on her as she looks up again, her expression now serious.
Mercedes: You need to understand that you're a welcoming mat here and, luckily for Veronica, she's willing to welcome you to the Bombshells Division the best way she knows how - and that's by kicking your ass. What, you think because you're Roxi's wife that we're supposed to be scared or something? Don't make me laugh. Despite all her accomplishments and title reigns, Roxi isn't even that stupid to challenge us. Ask her, go ahead. She'll tell you how many times she's fallen flat on her face to Delia Darling. She'll tell you the many times she's has been been embarrassed and humiliated by the Mean Girls, and the same thing is going to happen to you, as a matter of fact, ALL of you tonight. Mark my words.
Mercedes maintains the edge in her voice. For a moment, she looks down at her championship before placing it over her shoulder, then turns her attention at the camera.
Mercedes: This isn't the kiddie's pool, sweetheart. This is the Bombshells Division. Where the big girls play. But make no mistake, unlike one particular BAD GIRL, the MEAN GIRLS are not here to play. And Natalie McKinley, yeah, you're going to find out that I'm in no mood to play with you tonight. No one is going to stop our dominance in SCW. Not Amy Marshall, not Roxi Johnson or her wife and especially - ESPECIALLY! - not you, Natalie! I want you to keep hope alive, I'll just crush it for you. Keep the dream alive, I'll kill it for you. And I want you to keep what little faith alive as well. I'll just end that too. But you don't have to take my word for it.
Mercedes smiles and shrugs.
Mercedes: I'm not telling you anything that you don't already know.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following tag team match is to determine the brand new Sin City Wrestling World Tag Team Championship!
The crowd cheers as Jasmine St. John watches on with the tag team title belts held in her arms.
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.
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.
Justin: Introducing first, to be accompanied by Casey Williams! At a total combined weight of 472 pounds, the team of Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell -- DYING BRREED!
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.
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.
Justin: Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing their opponents! Making their way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Diamond, at a total combined weight of 535 pounds "Big Tiger" Jeremiah Hardin, "the Beast of Darkness" Dark Tiger. They are Rebels on a Rampage, R.O.A.R.!!!!!
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 stare down their opponents.
Adams: Man I can't wait! I love seeing new champions get crowned!
Simone: And new tag champions will be crowned here tonight. The titles were vacated by JT Midas after the motorcycle accident that put his friend and partner, Caleb Houston, on the shelf. Now tonight, the two teams at the forefront of the rankings will determine who will walk away as the brand new champions.
Jasmine shows off the title belts to both teams, then holds them high for all to see. She passes the belts out to Justin Decent when behind her back, the men of the Dying Breed attack the members of R.O.A.R. from behind, kick starting the match!
Ding!
Ding!
Ding!
The titanic figure of Dark Tiger is sent tumbling through the ropes, and Ivan and Andrew begin pummeling the former Roulette Champion, Jeremiah, down on the mat as Jasmine tries to restore order.
Adams: Boy! Dying Breed isn't wasting any time with this one, are they?
Simone: No they're not, and they're playing it smart! They got the big man out of the ring and now they are focusing right on Jeremiah Hardin if they want to win this match and the championship.
Jeremiah is down on the mat as Ivan and Andrew lay in a number of vicious boots to his body as he struggles to get back to his feet. Dying Breed lends Jeremiah a helping hand, dragging him up to his feet and send him into the far corner opposite their side of the ring. Ivan grabs his own tag team partner and sends Andrew barreling into Hardin with a powerful running clothesline. Ivan follows him in, jumping and crushing Jeremiah with an Avalanche splash.
On the outside, a recovered Sebastian Hardin is back on his feet. He climbs back up onto the ring apron but Andrew rushes him and connects with a high knee, knocking him right back down off of the apron.
Simone: I don't think I've ever seen Dying Breed this focused or this determined ever before.
Adams: They've got gold fever baby!
Ivan grabs his championship rival and sends him into the ropes at high speed but the bigger, stronger Sebastian Hardin comes running off of the ropes and collides his full body weight into the champion, knocking him heavily into the canvas! Sebastian tags right out to Jeremiah Hardin who sends Ivan into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a Tilt-A-Whirl slam and immediate cover!
1.....
Jeremiah pulls him to his feet and fires him off into the ropes again, this time catching him on the rebound, picking him up onto his shoulders in Death Valley Driver position, but Andrew Garcia comes into the ring and plants a foot right into his own rival's stomach, forcing him to drop his partner. Andrew and Ivan then grab Hardin and they both send him into the ropes where they catch him with a double shot to the midsection, followed up with a dual side Russian leg sweep, knocking him to the mat! Andrew ducks out just long enough for Ivan to tag him in legally.
2.....
Ivan kicks out quickly!
Simone: Dying Breed's team work has been outstanding since this match started.
Adams: Give R.O.A.R. time. They're just getting warmed up.
Andrew grabs Jeremiah in a front facelock and goes for a vertical suplex but Jeremiah hooks an ankle inside of his leg, blocking the attempt. Andrew tries again but he can't seem to lift Hardin off of his vertical base, as Jeremiah keeps effectively blocking the suplex attempt. Hardin suddenly reverses the attempt and hauls him up into position for a suplex himself, but drops him with a Jackhammer and immediate cover!
1.....
2.....
Kick out!
Adams: Now who's on fire?
Jeremiah then Irish whips Andrew into the ropes and swings at him for a clubbing blow but Andrew dodges the attempt and takes his arm and brings him down to the mat with a Fujiwara armbar!
Simone: Not "Big Tiger", that much is for certain.
Andrew cranks Jeremiah's arm clear up the wrong direction and Hardin's face goes red from the intense pain of the hold as Jasmine asks him if he wants to give it up but Jeremiah is a fighter and shakes his head "no," all the while fighting to get to the ropes! Hardin eventually does indeed reach the bottom rope with his left arm, forcing the hold to be broken. Garcia shakes his head in the negative at Jasmine's demand that he let go. Sebastian then jumps into the ring and kicks Andrew in the head, forcing him to release the hold. Sebastian and Jeremiah then both take an opposite side of Andrew's and as soon as the former Roulette champion rises to his feet, they both run for Darrell but Garcia ducks out of the way and Sebastian accidentally clotheslines Jeremiah!
Adams: Ooh! Sebastian just steam rolled his own nephew!
Andrew sets Jeremiah up for an Irish whip but Jeremiah counters at the last moment and sends him into the ropes instead where Hardin picks him up onto his shoulders and falls back into a Samoan drop! Jeremiah makes the cover!
1.....
2.....
Andrew kicks out!
Simone: Jeremiah recovered quickly but he needs to tag out.
Jeremiah grabs Andrew by the arm and drags him over where Sebastian gets tagged in.
Adams: Have you got the guy writing this bugged or something?
Sebastian takes Garcia and runs him face-first into his own corner and steps back, demanding that his partner be tagged into the match!
Simone: That's confidence on the part of the giant.
Andrew grins and goes back to Sebastian but the gargantuan grappler waves him off and points at Ivan who he wants. To answer, Andrew bitch slaps Sebastian right across the face and this pisses Sebastian off enough where he short clotheslines Garcia down hard!
Adams: Oh that was a mistake by Garcia!
Sebastian then grabs Garcia and throws him right up and over the top rope and to the feet of the fans in attendance and goes out after him! Sebastian sends Andrew right into the ringside barrier, then slams his head off of the apron. Sebastian rolls back inside of the ring and holds his arm up to the fans who cheer him on while Andrew slowly gets back inside of the ring. Sebastian tags Jeremiah back inside and Sebastian steps out, only then does Ivan accept Andrew's hand and tags himself into of the match.
Simone: Ivan Darrell is playing some mind games with the members of R.O.A.R.
Jeremiah and Ivan circle slowly and are about to lock up when Jeremiah reaches down quickly and sweeps Darrell's leg out from under him but the crafty fighter Ivan rolls over and takes Hardin down to the mat and immediately traps him into an STF!
Simone: Now I have to admit that was one slick counter move.
Ivan cheers openly at his own athletic prowess as Jeremiah refuses to submit this match away! Ivan pulls him up and snapmares him over and then jumps over his back in a whiplash affect! Ivan pulls him up and Irish whips him into the ropes for a lariat but Jeremiah ducks under with a float-over DDT! Jeremiah makes the cover!
1.....
Jeremiah snapmares Ivan over and leapfrogs over his head and comes running off of the ropes with a big boot right into Ivan's face! Jeremiah starts to pick him up then but ducks behind him and takes him right back down into a Beast Choker, going for the submission himself!
2.....
Ivan kicks out!
Simone: Looks like the former Roulette Champion is tired of playing games.
Ivan yells in pain from the excruciating hold but he won't give his opponent the satisfaction of a submission victory over him! Jeremiah finally realizes this and releases him, dropping three straight elbows down into Ivan's sternum. Jeremiah Irish whips him but Ivan comes off and ducks behind into a reverse rollup on Hardin!
1.....
Ivan quickly grabs Jeremiah and throws him into his corner and lands a fist right into Sebastian's jaw, forcing a tag! Sebastian tries to step thru the ropes and Ivan does not ease up as he continues firing shots with axehandle blows to the back!
2.....
Jeremiah gets a shoulder up!
Simone: I guess the time for the games is over.
Ivan finally pulls Sebastian thru and into the ring but Sebastian drives a knee hard into his ribcage and unleashes a heavy number of rapid fists right into his head, lefts and rights, driving the much smaller man back against the ropes!
Adams: Probably not the smartest thing, trying to trade blows with a man like Sebastian Hardin.
Sebastian Irish whips Ivan into the corner and Ivan's back strikes with enough impact that he staggers Darrell and Sebastian presses him right above him head and slams him right down face-first into the canvas! Ivan arches his back in pain and struggles to get to his feet, staying close to the ropes so that Jasmine is forced to ward Sebastian off.
Simone: I don't think Ivan Darrell was ready for this kind of offense from Sebastian.
Sebastian reaches back and tags Jeremiah into the match again as Ivan gets the tag and Andrew steps inside, taking Ivan's place. Before Andrew can react, Jeremiah lands a kick to his stomach, doubling him over, following up with a stinging chop across his bare chest!
Crowd: Whoo!
Simone: WHY must they do that?
Jeremiah whips Andrew into the ropes and as he comes off, he takes him down and straight into a rolling one-legged crab, twisting Andrew Garcia' knee out of proportion. Andrew fights and struggles, struggling to roll himself onto his back to elevate some of the hold's pressure and he plants a foot right into Jeremiah's backside and kicks him off! Jeremiah comes right back at him but this time Andrew takes him down with a leg sweep and locks on an Indian Deathlock!
Simone: These guys are proving themselves to be exceptionally talented wrestlers.
Andrew brings Jeremiah to his feet and throws him into his own corner and grabs Sebastian and pulls him thru and into the ring!
Adams: He WANTS that giant in the ring!?
Andrew lands three shots to the larger man's jaw and Irish whips him into the ropes but Sebastian comes straight back with a lariat that almost takes his head off! Sebastian sends him into a corner and charges right in, clotheslining him again! Andrew staggers out and Sebastian brings him up and over with an overhead belly to belly! Garcia slides across the mat and Sebastian covers him.
1.....
Sebastian kicks Andrew in the back and then the head, and Garcia rolls closer to his corner to get the tag. Ivan comes inside and goes right at the lager man, fists and kicks galore! Ivan goes for the whip but Sebastian reverses it and catches him in a bone jarring spine buster! Sebastian then Irish whips him into the ropes again and leans over but Ivan comes right off and drives his face right into his bended knee ala Triple H! Sebastian staggers around, holding his face, and Ivan comes off of the ropes with a swinging neck breaker! Ivan goes to the middle rope and then jumps, driving an elbow right into Sebastian's chest cavity! A cover!
1.....
Andrew comes in and pulls Sebastian to his feet and holds him as Ivan goes up top and leaps, connecting with a flying lariat! Andrew ducks out again as Ivan covers him!
1.....
Ivan pulls him to his feet and runs back into the ropes but as he comes off, he runs right into a power slam!
1.....
Sebastian tags Jeremiah into the ring but Andrew runs in and clobbers Hardin, knocking him thru the ropes and onto the ring apron! Ivan and Andrew grabs Jeremiah and pull him back inside and send him into the ropes! They grab hands, going for a double clothesline but Jeremiah ducks under, rebounds and comes off, clotheslining them instead! Jeremiah takes hold of Ivan and scoop slams him, the quickly hops onto the center turnbuckle in the corner and comes off with a guillotine leg drop across the throat! Jeremiah covers him!
1.....
2.....
Andrew gets a shoulder up!
2.....
Sebastian gets his shoulder up!
2.....
Sebastian again gets a shoulder up!
2.....
Ivan kicks out!
2.....
Without warning, Andrew Garcia is back inside of the ring and pounces on Jeremiah, breaking up the pin!
Adams: Oh they may have had it! R.O.A.R. could have been the champs!
This brings Sebastian back inside and Andrew goes after him but the "Dark Tiger" grasps him by the throat and nails a choke slam! Jasmine gets between the two brutes and orders an arguing Sebastian Hardin out of the ring while Jeremiah drags Ivan to his feet. Jeremiah then runs into the ropes where Casey Williams cuffs his ankle, causing him to stumble.
Simone: Son of a...!
Jeremiah spins around and leans through the ropes, grabbing at Casey when "the Freight Train of Pain" punches him right square in the throat! Jeremiah staggers back, clutching his throat and gagging and Ivan catches him from behind with a bridging German suplex!
1.....
2.....
3!
Adams: No way!
The bell rings and the crowd boos as Jasmine retrieves the championship belts.
Justin: Here are your winners, and NEW Sin City Wrestling World Tag Team Champions, Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell -- DYING BREED!
The crowd boos as Casey Williams yanks the belts from Jasmine and hands them to his team as they celebrate while Sebastian protests and checks on his nephew.
The scene switches to a locker room, where Ms. Rocky Mountains is stood, looking towards the camera; stood alongside her is a smiling Natalie McKinley.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: I'm here with the number one challenger for the Bombshell Roulette Championship, Natalie McKinley.
Ms. Rocky Mountains turns to face Natalie.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Natalie, this evening you will be competing in what you have described as being arguably the biggest match of your career; do you feel ready for the occasion?
Natalie: I've had two weeks to train and to plan for this match, and I have done everything that I can to get myself ready for it - if I don't leave with the roulette title, it won't be because of insufficient preparation.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Three days ago, you stated you hope your match will be one that can only be won by pinfall or submission - Mercedes responded by saying that you don't want her in...
Natalie interrupts the reporter, speaking in a firm tone of voice.
Natalie: Mercedes doesn't know what I want.
Natalie then lets out a sigh.
Natalie: I stand by what I said on Thursday evening; I've already shown that I'm quite capable of defeating Mercedes by pinfall, and tonight, depending on the type of match that we're placed in, I'll do it again, if need be.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Mercedes did also tell you to bring Simon Jones with you.
Ms. Rocky Mountains quickly glances off camera, before looking back to Natalie.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Is Simon here? I haven't seen him at all.
Natalie shakes her head.
Natalie: No, Simon isn't here - he's at home, in the UK, with his wife and daughter. But I know that he'll be watching.
Ms. Rocky Mountains: Okay, well, do you have anything else that you would like to add?
Natalie pauses briefly, to think for a moment, before she responds.
Natalie: Mercedes said that, "To be the champion, you have to beat the champion." Well, I beat the champion two weeks ago, to get this opportunity, and tonight, I'll beat her again, to claim her title; Mercedes doesn't need to worry about whether or not I'll show my face at Climax Control in two weeks' time - I'll be there to show my face, and I'll be there to show off my newly-won SCW Bombshell Roulette Championship.
The scene cuts away.
Justin: The following contest is for the Bombshell Roulette championship and is an inferno match!
The crowd burst in to cheers.
Simone: Oh god!
Justin: Introducing first, the challenger!
"Undegpedwar" by Y Niwl begins to play over the PA system, which is the cue for a smiling Natalie McKinley to walk through the curtains, and out onto the stage.
Justin: From Cardiff, Wales, weighing in at one hundred and forty seven pounds, she is Natalie McKinley!
After taking a moment to scan the cheering crowd, Natalie makes her way towards the ring, and as she does so, she slaps the hands of some of the fans that reach out to her, before breaking into a jog, that culminates with her leaping up onto the ring apron. Natalie then steps through the ropes, and walks to the centre of the ring, from where she again surveys the crowd. Buoyed by the positive reaction that she has garnered from the fans, Natalie smiles wider, before she then turns her focus towards the entrance ramp.
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, as per usual, stops short of the entrance ramp, hands on hips, and overlooking the crowd. The bell sounds and the camera pans around the arena once more and then cuts to the ring announcer as he lifts his microphone for the pre-match introductions.
Justin: Making her way to the ring from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds, She is the current, reigning and defending Sin City Wrestling Bombshell Roulette Champion, she is MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!
Mercedes goes up the steps and walks along the ring apron as she straddles the top rope, facing the crowd as she unbuckles her title from around her waist and raises it in the air while talking trash. She walks the rest of the apron and climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back at the camera as she flips her hair, though the determined expression on her face remains- perhaps a message that her opponent will be in for a tough fight. Mercedes simply looks down at her opponent before looking out towards the crowd and again raises her title with both hands above her head.
Simone: There is no pins, no submissions in this one, you need to set your opponent on fire to win.
Adams: Someone is getting lit up tonight.
DING DING DING!
Simone: This next match is for the Bombshell Roulette title and both women are coming into this match with the chance to suffer for the belt.
Adams: I saw that referee put it on Inferno match. I mean with this supercard being Blaze of Glory, I think he is taking the fire theme too seriously.
Simone: To explain this match, both bombshells will be in the ring and it is surrounded by these pipes.
Adams: That seems simple.
With a whoosh, the pipes ignite and flames dance along them.
Adams: That's hot!
Simone: Thanks Paris Hilton. As I was saying, the winner of the match and title will be the one to send the other into the flames...Oh my god, this match is off to a quick start.
In the ring, Mercedes charges towards Natalie as she moves towards the side of the ring. Using a high knee, the champion forces the challenger into the ropes violently then grabbing her by her hair, Mercedes pulls Natalie's head backwards as she sneers and makes a nasty comment. One hand grasps at the handful of hair as Natalie uses an elbow to drive Mercedes off. Turning, Natalie grabs Mercedes and whips her into the ropes and catches her with a discus clothesline that sends the champion to the mat. Natalie watches as Mercedes glares at her then moves to the referee complaining that her lip hurts and could be bleeding from the clothesline. The referee checks on her as Natalie comes closer. Mercedes watches craftily as the referee checks then she motions that Natalie is behind him. As he turns, Mercedes uses him as a shield to slap the challenger across her face. Natalie stumbles with a hand moving to caress her slapped cheek. Glaring at Mercedes, Natalie tries to charge her but Mercedes keeps the referee between the two of them.
Adams: Is it hot around here or is it just them.
Simone: And the wall of fire of course Jason
Natalie finally manages to get Mercedes into the middle of ring and locks her up with a headlock that Mercedes screams at as she forces Natalie to the turnbuckles. Natalie raises her arms to release the champion who slams a shoulder into her midsection. Natalie doubles over in pain as Mercedes drops and rolls out of the ring. Picking up a fire extinguisher, the champion smirks at the fans and then rolls back into the ring. Making a great show of pulling the pin of the extinguisher, she looks at Natalie and then mocking her, shoots the carbon dioxide mist into her eyes. Dropping the extinguisher, Mercedes then moves to taunt Natalie with stinging little slaps. Natalie staggers back to the turnbuckles and Mercedes follows her in and grabbing the top rope, plants her foot into the throat of Natalie and chokes her. The referee motions at her to release Natalie then begins to count. At four, Mercedes releases the hold, admonishing the referee that she has a five count then applies her choke hold again. At four, she lets it go then grabs Natalie by the hair, using a snapmare to bring her to the mat then running across the ring, hits Natalie with a running knee smash.
Simone: Mercedes is taking it to her challenger. I wonder if Natalie knew what she was getting into.
Adams: I think she did. She signed the contracts right?
Simone: Still, a roulette match is something that you can never really prepare for.
Mercedes rolls Natalie towards the ropes, intent to finish this quickly. Rolling to the outside, she grabs at the now recovering McKinley but is pulled back into the ring by the muscular bombshell and pulled to her feet. Natalie uses a short arm elbow smash to send Mercedes to the mat. Picking her up again, Natalie grabs her and pulling into a reverse headlock, picks up the champion and holds her in a vertical suplex position, beginning to walk around the ring before falling backwards to the mat. Mercedes grabs at her back, screaming in pain. Natalie rolls to her feet and then picks up Mercedes and walks her towards the side of the ring. Using a hard right, Natalie tosses Mercedes through the ropes and to the floor. Quickly, Mercedes rolls under the flaming pipe and gets to her feet, taunting Natalie to reach for her.
Adams: Don't do it Natalie, she just wants to win.
Simone: Of course she does.
Natalie rolls out of the ring and stalks towards the champion, ducking under the pipe chasing Mercedes who once again moves to the ringside and reaches for the fire extinguisher. Natalie catches her before she can use the canister against her. Whipping Mercedes towards the pipe intent on the win, Natalie doesn't see her squeeze the extinguisher and put out the flames where she hits against the metal.
Simone: If the flames were on, we would have a new champion right now.
Natalie shakes her head as Mercedes smirks and wags her finger at the challenger. Mercedes sashays towards Natalie who takes a long breath and prepares for an attack. Just before she gets close enough, the champion rolls into the ring. Natalie attempts to follow her but Mercedes races across the ring and hits the challenger with a baseball slide that sends her to the floor, barely missing the pipe. Mercedes screams in anger as she gets to the floor and picks up Natalie and sends her back first into the ring apron. Mercedes reaches for her opponent and then with a hard slap to Natalie's face, Mercedes whips her towards the pipe. Natalie catches herself in time, avoiding the flames. Mercedes rolls into the ring and sits watching Natalie who turns. Moving to the ring, Natalie pulls herself onto the apron and slides between the ropes. Once again on her feet, the champion uses a tornado tilt a whirl on Natalie bringing her to the mat. Standing over her, Mercedes grabs her ponytail and pulls her from the mat, sets her foot on the back of Natalie's head and sends her to the mat with a curbstomp. Rolling Natalie over, Mercedes drops to the mat and pins Natalie. The referee refuses to count as Mercedes motions him to start. He tries to tell her that to win, she has to burn Natalie.
Simone: I don't think that Mercedes understands.
Mercedes pulls herself to her feet and then goes to the outside and picks up her title. Natalie lays in the ring recovering as Mercedes parades around with the title. The referee snatches the title away from her making Mercedes angry. She snatches it back and holds it up and out of the reach of the referee as she screams at him to name her the winner. The referee shakes his head and motions for the title. Mercedes refuses and shoulders the belt and begins to walk away from the referee. Natalie rolls out of the ring and stops Mercedes. Backing away from the challenger, Mercedes shakes her head negatively and holds up a finger telling Natalie that she was still the champion. Natalie smiles and shakes her head as she moves towards Mercedes.
Simone: Mercedes has nowhere to go now.
Adams: She won already when she pinned Natalie for that long ten count that I did.
Simone: Really Jason, thinking that is how this match is going to be won is like the Mean Girls making friends with the rest of the bombshells, delusional and not ever going to happen.
Mercedes grabs the belt from her shoulder and swings wildly at Natalie who ducks. This gives Mercedes a chance to turn and run for the ring. As she does, Natalie follows and catches her around the waist, pulling her back into her embrace and then taking a quick breath, picks up Mercedes and sends her onto a burning pipe with a release suplex. Breaking the pipe, Mercedes screams in pain and fear as she begins to burn and the referee grabs an extinguisher, putting Mercedes out. Natalie gets to her feet and the picks up the dropped title to look at it. The referee drops the extinguisher and then raises Natalie's hand in victory.
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match and NEW SCW Bombshell Roulette champion.... Natalie McKinley!
Simone: Natalie has done it! She's snapped Mercedes reign as champion.
Adams: She went through hell fire to do it, but ladies and gents, we have a brand new champion and Mercedes is hotter than ever... literary!
The sultry beat of a piano starts to play and a spotlight illuminates the stage where Amanda Hugginkiss stands, clad like Jessica Rabbit. Her eyes staring ahead and snapping her fingers in tune to the beat, Amanda begins her song...
Amanda: Never know how much I want one
Make it pretty
I would lie down on the table
Give one to me
Everybody want a hot twat
It's something that I'm set on doing
Now man listen when I drink too much and I yell
My plastic surgeon ought a sign a
That's what this is, right at home in the spotlight
I just love a great orgasm, and though it's true I always get laid
Beaver I kept my receipt
Why does my vagina burn
Never know how much I'd spend
When I look down into my panties
I wanna see a warm and fuzzy new friend
I want a beaver
So I can keep on the light
Beaver my new kitty
Wet and pink and hopefully tight
Let them cut my right down the front
I cannot wait until I'm able
To slide a penis in and out of my cunt
I need a beaver
Doctor don't you make me fight
Beaver
Go on and do me
Prepare my tuna sushi right
It makes a lady glamorous
But I don't want no ugly front butt
I want a picture perfect puss
And you ain't gonna change my mind
Someday soon my man will be screwing
Me in my new vagina not the behind
Shiny new beaver
Beaver with low mileage
Breathe in that new car smell
Work of art as fine as this
It's such a great designer vagina
That I feel guilty when I'm taking a piss
I love my beaver
Beaver; give it kisses don't ya worry it doesn't bite
The new me never ever has 'em what a huge mistake I have made
I miss my weiner
Where's my man meat
What a lousy way to learn
Hope it's not too late to return
Why does my punani burn
Why does my new cunty burn
Why does my vagina burn
The spotlight winks out and the fans cheer!
Justin: The following contest is a Bombshell tag team match!
The lights remain normal for few seconds until "Falling for You" blasts out of the sound system. Right as the first riff happens, the lights start twinkling purple and silver as Candy Overton walks out twirling her hair around her finger. Inside her mouth is some kind of lollipop. She bends a little at her waist and flirts with crowd.
Justin: making her way to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada. Please welcome Candy Overton.
She gives a quick wink, leans back up and begins walking down the ramp. She resumes twirling her hair while throwing her lollipop to the ground. She stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks at the crowd. Her expression changes from nice to overly annoyed with everyone. She slides into the ring and acts all sweet again while waiting for her partner.
Justin: Her tag team partner is from Charlotte, North Carolina, weighing 120 pounds ... 'The Nurse" Cynthia Warren!
"Get Well Soon by Reggie & The Full Effect" blasts all over the speakers. As it does the beautiful Cindy Warren emerges from the back accompanied by her husband James. She smiles as she is wearing a stethoscope around her neck. She holds the end to the crowd to check the life of the crowd and they welcome her with loud cheers. She grins as she stretches her arms out and slaps the hands of the people cheering her on. She slides into the ring and slowly rises to her feet. She proudly raises her hands in the air and waits for her opponents to come out.
Justin: Their opponents are accompanied to the ring by Darknyss! At a combined weight of 300 pounds, Gothika and Raynin -- the Fallen!
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.
We're Damned By Gods Our DETHS Conspired
We Fear No Mortals In These Worlds
The Gift We Give You Is Your Soul
Fly With Us Tonight
Fly With Us Tonight
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.
Will Break
Black Fire
Will Wake
Fly On Through The Night
We Built An Alliance
Our Numbers Are Strong
We Gather
But We Don't Prey To Gods
What Fools What Lunatics
They Must Think Of Us
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.
Beasts In The Night
Tragic In The Sky
Battlefield In Sight
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.
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.
Both teams decide the two who will begin the match as for the Fallen, Raynin will start, and on the opposing side, Candy Overton.
Simone: This will be a learning experience for Candy as Raynin is a former multi-time champion in SCW.
Both women meet in the center of the ring and lock up collar and elbow. Raynin scores the first takedown as Candy tries to sneak in for a go behind, but is caught by a rolling hip toss. Quickly, the rookie gets to her feet and reengages her foe. They tie up once more, struggling for position. Candy, not wanting to make the same mistake twice, forgoes the go behind and settles for a headlock. The experienced veteran, Raynin, is obviously well versed in this and shoves Candy into the ropes, freeing herself. Raynin drops flat on the mat as Candy bounds over her, bouncing off the far side, and into a high leg lariat, which knocks her back to the mat.
Adams: I hope Candy has dental insurance after that shot.
Overton slaps the mat in frustration, rising to her feet, and accepts Raynin's offer to a classic, Greco Roman test of strength.
Simone: This might not be a wise decision by Candy Overton, as Raynin is a powerhouse inside of that ring.
The two Bombshells lock up one set of hands, then the other, but before they can fully engage, Candy kicks a leg up and breaks one tie up, then spins around and lands a roundhouse kick to Raynin that knocks her to the mat.
Adams: Didn't see that coming.
Simone: Neither, I expect, did Raynin.
Struggling to get back to her feet, Candy grabs her opponent back into a headlock. Raynin desperately tries to extend her arm to make the tag with the outstretched limb of her partner. The crowd cheers as Candy wrenches down on her headlock, but the maneuver has no apparent effect on Raynin, who shoves her into the ropes. Candy rebounds off the far end, ducks an attempted clothesline, but takes a shot to the back of the head by Gothika with a high kick from the outside.
Simone: And there is the tag team experience coming into play by the Fallen, right there.
As Candy crumples to the mat, Raynin makes the tag. Gothika effortlessly bounds over the top rope and into the ring. She grabs a double fistful of Candy's locks, and uses them to brutally snap mare her to the canvas. Gothika then drags her up to her feet by the throat and hauls her off of her feet in a two handed choke slam, throwing her to the mat.
Adams: That Gothika is a frikkin' amazon!
Gothika rebounds off of the far end of the ring as Candy returns to her own feet, gathering up a head of steam and scores with a flying forearm to the head which blasts Candy and sends her crashing back down to the mat. Another handful of hair, and Gothika brings Candy to her feet, allowing her to size her up ever so briefly, before clocking her with a standing drop kick.
Simone: A dropkick from a woman the size of Gothika!
Gothika drags Overton back to her feet and sends her into the near corner with such velocity that Candy is ricocheted out and right into a power slam! Rather than go for the pin, Gothika accentuates her dominance by raining down on her hapless for with a flurry of quick punches.
Simone: Candy needs to make the tag or else this one is going to be the end for a Supercard dream for Candy Overton.
Gothika brings Candy once more to her feet, but knocks her right back down with a short-am clothesline. Candy collapses again, but this time she lands near her corner and latches onto the bottom rope. Gothika strains for all she's worth trying to pry Candy away, but a surprise kick to the chin forces her to reel back and allows Candy to make the tag!
Adams: She got the tag! W00t! W00t! Oops, sorry Mark! I know how much you hate that!
Sure enough, Cynthia charges into her backpedaling opponent, but is scooped up into the amazon's arms and driven hard into the mat with a spinning sidewalk slam.
Simone: Gothika suckered 'the Nurse' right into that one.
Gothika presses her advantage and brings her foe back to a vertical base, but, snagging a handful of chestnut tresses, Cynthia surprises her with a solid right cross. Gothika doesn't go down however, and surprised by the attack, Gothika unwittingly backs into a neutral corner and is greeted by a snap kick to the solar plexus. She doubles over, and Cynthia Warren grasps her around the waist and belly to back suplexes her to the center of the ring.
Simone: Can you believe she just did that to a woman the size of Gothika?
Adams: Someone's been eating her Wheaties. Hey! Now that I said the name, can we get an endorsement check?
Gothika rolls over onto her back, holding the back of her head, and Cynthia covers her.
1.....
Not satisfied, Cynthia picks her foe up and whips her solidly into the corner and follows her in with a handspring elbow.
2.....
Gothika powers out, throwing Warren clear off of her.
Adams: I wonder if that's a basic skill learned by all nurses?
As her partner crumples to the mat, Raynin grows increasingly frustrated at her own inability to do something more. She stands on the lower rope, bouncing in agitation, sticking her hand out as far as her arm will allow, yelling for Gothika to make the tag. Currently being treated to a snapmare, Cynthia leapfrogs over her head, races off into the ropes and baseball slides right into her with a low dropkick. She covers Gothika again.
1.....
2.....
Gothika gets her shoulder up.
"The Nurse" drags Gothika to her feet and drops her back down to her knees with an enzugari to the back of the head. No cover is made this time as she makes the tag with Candy, who springboards off the top rope and dropkicks Gothika in the back of the head. Candy drags Gothika out into the center of the ring and rebounds off the ropes attempting a moonsault, but Gothika wisely brings her knees up into Overton's midsection, knocking the wind right out of her.
Simone: That could be the mistake that allows Raynin to get back in this one.
Gothika struggles to her feet, urged on by her shouting partner. Candy meanwhile, grabs hold of Gothika's hands, but is surprised when Gothika quickly drags her into her arms and swings her over with a bearhug suplex!
Adams: Daaaamn! The ring shook!
And Gothika to makes the tag! Raynin jumps over the ropes and charges the relative newcomer. Raynin peels her up off of the mat and goes for an Irish whip but Candy reverses it. Raynin rebounds and manages to avoid an attempted clothesline. Candy, as Raynin rebounds once more off the far side, sneaks in to make a blind tag. Cynthia straddles the top rope, readying herself, and as Raynin makes her return run, Cynthia springboards off of the top rope but Raynin catches her with a clothesline that sends her into a tailspin in midair!
Adams: HOLY SH-!
Simone: I don't care if we are live! Don't say it!
Raynin then catches Candy with a backdrop that sends her out over the top rope and the former World Champion calls to her partner.
Simone: The Fallen are setting their opponents up for something.
Raynin ducks down low and picks Cynthia up onto her shoulders as Gothika climbs into the ring, despite the protests of Holly Wood! Gothika races into the ropes when from the outside, Candy reaches in and trips Gothika, dragging her to the outside! The distraction is costly as Cynthia Warren rolls through with a Victory Roll, hooking both legs on Raynin!
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The crowd cheers as Darknyss looks shocked!
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3!
Adams: Oh my god! Oh my god!
Simone: Please, Jason! It's Sunday! Can we stop talking about God!?
Adams: But it's an upset! Candy and Cynthia...!
Simone: I know! The Fallen ... has fallen!
Candy slides into the ring where she and Cynthia have their arms raised in victory by Holly Wood as a disgruntled Raynin and Gothika stare on from the outside.
Justin: The winners of the match ... 'the Nurse' Cynthia Warren and Candy Overton!
The cameras switch backstage, opening up in the Bombshell locker room. Misty is seen seated on a bench, already prepared and ready for the finals of the Blast From The Past tournament. Her younger sister, Dixie, is with her, seated across the room browsing through a magazine. Misty seems to be thinking something over before she leans forward, looking directly at Dixie.
Misty: Dixie, do me a favor. Grab my laptop out of my bag and bring it to me.
Dixie lowers the magazine and looks up, slightly confused.
Dixie: What? You brought your laptop here? Why?
Misty: Because I wanted to, okay? Just bring it here, please.
Dixie sets the magazine down on the chair next to her and shrugs. She stands up and grabs Misty's laptop from her bag then heads over to her sister and hands it to her. Misty immediately opens it up.
Dixie: What do you need it for?
Misty: I'm...I'm doing something I should have done a long time ago. Now be quiet, please.
Dixie stands next to Misty, staring at the computer screen curiously. Misty is browsing her way through the SCW website until she finds what she is looking for and Dixie tries to stop her.
Dixie: Misty, wait. Are...are you sure that's such a good idea? You don't need to...
Misty: I'm positive, Dixie. I need to watch the footage from Inception and see what happened.
Dixie tries to object, but Misty doesn't allow it. She pushes Dixie away slightly and goes through the footage of Inception until she finds what she is looking for. She cringes as she watches the attack on her and Melody Grace, but she never looks away. She pauses the video, leaning in closer to get a good look at the screen when her jaw drops. Dixie immediately notices this.
Dixie: Misty? What is it? Misty!
Misty closes her laptop and looks up at Dixie. She's blinking in amazement as she jumps to her feet.
Misty: I...I know who did it. I know who attacked me, Melody and O'Malley!
Misty then quickly darts out of the locker room, leaving her very confused sister behind.
Dixie: Misty! Wait! What are you talking about?!
Dixie then gives chase to Misty, trying to catch up to her.
Justin: The following contest is a four corners match to determine the number one contender to the Roulette championship. Earlier today the wheel was spun to determine that this will be a no DQ match!
The crowd cheer.
Justin: Introducing first...
Old Skool make his appearance as his music sounds his arrival to the ring. The sinsational a man of few words but always about the fans when he come out as he high fives and shakes hands with the crowd.
Justin: From Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at one hundred and eighty six pounds, he is the Sin-Sational One, Old Skool!
Don't get me wrong this man may act the gentleman now but once he gets in that ring no one is his friend when standing against him. Just look at those eyes they went from bright and shiny to dark and ominous.
Justin: And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Henry Losak.
Mad Monster by Detroit Metal City plays over the sound system as Lord Raab comes out through the curtain with Henry Losak.
Justin: From Cologne, Germany, weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds, he is The Masked German Monster, Lord Raab!
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.
Justin: And their opponent...
"Nightmare" Hits the PA as Joshua walks out from the back with boos from the crowd.
Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty seven pounds, he is SCW's Nightmare, Joshua Acquin!
As he walks slowly to the ring he avoids all contact from fans. Once in the ring he goes up to the middle rope of the turnbuckle, drawing boos from the crowd as he holds up his arms.
Justin: And their opponent...
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, weighing in at two hundred and sixty five pounds, he is The Original Psycho, 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.
Simone: No DQ match, which means weapons are legal. Very fitting for these four.
DING DING DING!
Raab and Old Skool pair up, picking up from where they left off in their last match, throwing heavy blows at each other, while Acquin surprises Shipman with a quick takedown, knocking the original psycho off his feet.
Simone: Starting at a fast pace here.
Raab and Old Skool exchange shots but Raab takes advantage, forcing Old Skool back against the ropes, holding him back with one arm. He lifts his other arm up and crashes it down on to Old Skool's chest. He pulls his arm back again, before swinging again, this time catching Old Skool across the top of the head. Old Skool moves along, his arm on the ropes, but Raab takes him by the head and charges him in to the turnbuckle. He spins Old Skool back to the turnbuckle and nails him with two jabs and a overhand right.
Adams: Raab showing some boxing skills there.
Old Skool shakes his head and grabs Raab by the shoulders and using his size and power to spin Raab in to the corner and throw punches of his own. Old Skool pulls back a hand and chops Raab across the chest. Raab stumbles out of the corner and Old Skool grabs his head and spins him around in a spinning neckbreaker. Old Skool goes for the cover and Drew Patton drops down to count
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Raab kicks out
Simone: First pin of the match.
On the other side of the ring. Acquin has Shipman on the floor. He pulls him to his feet and spins around, catching Shipman with a spinning back elbow. Shipman falls against the ropes and charges back at Acquin, catching him with a clothesline. Shipman quickly rolls out of the ring and reaches underneath, pulling out a steal chair. He rolls it in to the ring and reaches under, grabbing another. He slides in the ring, holding a chair and kicks the other chair towards Acquin. Acquin looks confused as he reaches down and picks up the other chair.
Simone: What is he doing?
Adams: I'm not gonna ask him that, the guy isn't a picnic short of a picnic.
Acquin and Shipman circle each other with chairs and both strike, the chairs clashing against each other. They strike again, causing a second clash of the chairs. Acquin reacts quicker this time, prodding the chair at Shipman's midsection and slams it down hard on his back.
Adams: Shipman quickly regretting giving Acquin a chair.
Shipman straightens up and Acquin nails him in the head with the chair. Acquin goes for the cover and
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Shipman gets a shoulder up
Adams: If that would have won the match, Twitter would be trending #ChairsWinMatches within minutes.
Acquin pulls Shipman to his feet and charges at him. Acquin takes Shipman down with a running clothesline, the force taking him off his feet. Acquin stands up and runs towards the ropes. He charges back looking for a drop move, but Shipman springs to his feet and slams the chair down on Acquin's head. Acquin stays on his feet, wobbling as Shipman sets the chair up in a seated position. Shipman moves behind him and hooks him in a side Russian legsweep and drops him face first on to the chair!
Simone: Ow!
Adams: Don't worry folks, we have an emergency dentist standing backstage. Down fall is he's Danish and no one speaks that language around here.
Shipman rolls Acquin on to his back and goes for the pin.
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Acquin pushes Shipman off of him.
Adams: Guess Acquin doesn't want to see the dentist yet.
On the other side of the ring. Raab has Old Skool in a side headlock, but Old Skool lifts him backwards with a belly to back suplex, crashing Raab's head in to the canvas. Old Skool rolls out of the ring and reaches underneath it, pulling out a Singapore cane.
Adams: Let's hope he doesn't offer that to Raab!
Old Skool rolls in to the ring with the cane and waits for Raab to return to his feet. As he does, Old Skool swings it towards Raab's head, but Raab catches the cane with both hands. He plants a boot in Old Skool's midsection and gets behind him, choking him with the cane across his throat.
Simone: It's all legal.
Raab pulls Old Skool backwards to the floor, the German monster relentlessly choking Old Skool. Raab lifts the cane and goes for the cover, hooking Old Skool's leg and
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Old Skool powers out!
Adams: The German monster couldn't get it done there.
Before Raab can get to his feet, a chair comes crashing down across his back, held by Chris Shipman. Raab gets to his feet and Shipman kicks him in the gut and places the chair against Raab's throat. Shipman lifts Raab's head up and slams it down, the chair slamming in to Raab's windpipe!
Simone: That guy shouldn't be allowed out in public!
Adams: Why? It's only a mask.
Simone: Not Raab! Shipman!
Raab rolls out of the ring and Shipman turns around, only to be met with a jumping flying clothesline from Old Skool! Shipman rolls himself in to the corner, sitting on the floor at the bottom and Old Skool charges in. Old Skool plants a kick to Shipman's face, knocking the back of his head against the turnbuckle. Old Skool stomps away on Shipman but Acquin slides out of the ring. He takes the ring bell and waits behind Old Skool. Acquin charges at Old Skool and nails him with the bell to the head!
Adams: Not gonna make a "he got his bell rung joke" here.
Before Acquin can go for the cover, Shipman is back on his feet. He charges at Acquin and catches him with a Lou Thesz Press and starts to hammer down shots towards Acquin's head. Shipman gets back to his feet but Raab grabs his feet from outside the ring and pulls Shipman outside. He puts his head under Shipman's arms and drives him back against the ring. Raab pulls his head away and lifts Shipman with a spinning spinebuster to the outside. Raab returns to his feet and stomps away...
Adams: Meanwhile in the ring...
Simone: What are you doing?
Adams: Narrating.
Acquin has Old Skool on the floor. He moves back, getting a running start before jumping in the air and catching him hard on the head with a knee drop. Old Skool instinctively sits up and Acquin starts to pull him to his feet. He grabs Old Skool by the head and drops him with a falling neckbreaker. Old Skool rolls on to his front and Acquin stays on the attack, pulling Old Skool with him but Old Skool grabs his head and drops him with a jawbreaker. Outside the ring, Shipman is leaning on the ring post, with Raab holding him. Raab pulls back a fist and swings it for Shipman's head, but Shipman ducks and Raab punches the ring post. Shipman side steps and slams Raab's head in to it.
Simone: That sound was sickening!
Shipman rolls in to the ring, surveying Old Skool and Acquin, Old Skool with Acquin against the ropes. Shipman looks at a chair and picks it up. Shipman runs towards Old Skool, but Old Skool sidesteps and Shipman crashes the chair in to Acquin's head, forcing him over the top rope. Shipman turns around but Old Skool jumps in the air and dropkicks the chair in to Shipman's face, sending him through the middle rope!
Adams: Man that dentist is gonna be busy.
Old Skool moves in to the middle of the ring, his hands cupping his mouth as he yells along with the fans "HOLLA AT YA BOIIIIIIIIIIII" but Acquin returns to the ring and bundles Old Skool through the ropes. Acquin steps backwards but Lord Raab moves in the ring behind him.
Simone: He don't see Raab behind him!
Acquin turns around only to be met with a kick to the gut. Raab hooks Acquin up in a double arm lock and drops him with a brainbuster!
Simone: Killerbuster!
Raab quickly covers a limp Acquin.
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DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match and number one contender to the Roulette Championship... Lord Raab!
Simone: Raab has become number one contender to the Roulette title
Adams: This will make it very interesting should Rejects stable mate Alex Kaelin retain his title later tonight.
Back to ringside...
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Sin City Wrestling's own 'Hostess With the Mostess'... Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!
The fans cheer and applaud as out onto the stage emerges Amanda Hugginkiss, clad in a Danish Beer wench costume. One hand holding her microphone, the other a large mug of beer, the music begins as does Amanda's performance.
Amanda: Eat Me, I'm A Danish! I'm A Danish! I'm A Danish!
A Long Time Ago,
A Danish Is A Flaky Baked Product,
Many People Have A Danish In The Morning
I Like A Danish Now & Then
Last Weekend, I...
(OOH! Eat Me, I'm A Danish!)
Eat Me! Eat Me!
Eat Me, I'm A Danish! I'm A Danish! I'm A Danish!
(OOH! Eat Me, I'm A Danish! OOH!)
The Danish Was Invented In Uh, Germany, I Think
Rich In Shortening With A Glossy Crust!
Before They Set Out To Make Important Decisions!
But I, I,
I Like Donuts Too!
I'm Amanda Hugginkiss,
Found Time To Record...
I'm A Danish, I'm A Danish
I'm A Danish, I'm A Danish, I'm A Danish
I'm A Danish, I'm A Danish, I'm A Danish
Oh-Oh-Oh I'm A Danish!
(OOH! Eat Me, I'm A Danish!)
(OOH! Eat Me, I'm A Danish!)
(OOH! Eat Me, I'm A Danish!)
(OOH! Eat Me, I'm A Danish!)
(OOH! Eat Me, I'm A Danish!)
(OOH! Eat Me, I'm A Danish!)
The crowd stands and applauds with good natured enthusiasm as Amanda takes a bow and blows kisses out to all corners before disappearing behind the curtains.
Justin: The following contest is a bombshell match... introducing first...
Sinner plays as Keira comes out and smiles to the crowd.
Justin: From Miami, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is Keira Fisher!
She walks down, slapping a few of the fans hands before she slides into the ring. She turns and waits.
Justin: And her opponent...
4 3 2 1
4 3 2 1
1 2 3 Whoo
1 2 3 4
Let me hear you scream if you want some more
Like ahh
Push it, Push it
Watch me work it
I'm perfect
Perfect Exceeder By Princess Superstar featuring Mason 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.
Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds, she is one half of the SCW Bombshell tag team champions, she is Veronica Taylor!
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. After, a few moments she begins to do a model like strut on the red carpet runway as a few photographers appear to take her photos, as she poses arrogantly. She, then takes a look around her grabbing her perfume from Veronica's Secret and sprays it around to get rid of the "stench" in the arena.
Yeah, that's right, it's the Superstar
Everybody wanna come up when I'm at the bar
All them people wanna try it's like gimme some more
Try a little harder honey I'm like gimme my car
Skip the bra, chill at the spas
Veronica then stands at the end of the entrance ramp, doing some more poses. Before, raising her arms in the air as the fans fill the air with more boos. Before, she mouths to the camera "So damn first class baby", before blowing a kiss to the camera. As, 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. As, 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. As, 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. As she fluffs her hair, and blows herself a kiss.
DING DING DING!
As the bell rings, Keira charges at Veronica and sweeps her off her feet and starts to slam hard shots in to Veronica's head!
Adams: She said she was gonna do bad things to Veronica and she's starting off on fire.
Veronica wiggles clear but as she gets back to her feet, Keira springs to her feet and takes her down again by sweeping her legs away. Keira jumps down and locks Veronica is a side head lock and starts to slam hard shots to the side of Veronica's head. Keira loosens the hold and pulls herself back on her feet. She waits for Veronica to return to her feet and Keira charges Veronica back in to the corner, pulling her shoulder out and driving it in to Veronica's gut. She moves away and Veronica comes out of the corner, but Keira drops her down with a drop toehold and springs to her feet and drops an elbow over Veronica's neck. She spins Veronica over and hooks the leg, going for the pin. Jacob Summers drops down to make the count.
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Veronica kicks out
Simone: Keira showing a vicious side.
Keira pulls Veronica to her feet and backs her in to the ropes with four heavy shots to the forehead. Veronica ducks a fifth shot and moves behind Keira. She spins Keira around and slaps her hard across the face.
Simone: Oh my!
Keira's eyes widen and she jumps forward and grabs Veronica around the neck but Veronica kicks Keira in the gut and pulls Keira over with a hair mare, Keira landing in a seated position. Veronica pulls her leg back and kicks Keira in the spine, before dropping down and pulling Keira's hair around her through and pulling back on it.
Simone: Veronica is choking Keira with her own hair.
Adams: I've never seen a move like that before.
Veronica grabs Keira back to her feet and throws her in to the turnbuckle and unloads three huge punches on to the face of Keira, but Keira flips her around and chops Veronica across the chest. Veronica stumbles out of the corner and Keira jumps on her shoulders, dropping backwards and flipping her in a reverse hurricanruna. Veronica rolls through surprised and back to her feet as Keira comes towards her, and quickly sticks a thumb in to Keira's eye.
Adams: Low down move there.
Simone: Would you expect anything else from Veronica Taylor?
Veronica takes Keira by the head and pulls her closer to the ropes. Veronica jumps up of the middle rope and springs off, nailing Keira with a springboard tornado DDT. Keira hits the mat hard and rolls away from her opponent. Veronica continues the attack and stomps on Keira's back. Veronica reaches down to Keira's head and pulls her to her knees, but Keira sweeps away Veronica's legs, forcing Veronica to land flat on her back. Keira takes Veronica's legs and lifts them up, dropping a double leg drop to Veronica's gut.
Adams: Such a back and forth match
Veronica rolls to the outside, and Keira walks towards the ropes, but Veronica sweeps her legs, dropping her on her back inside the ring. Veronica quickly gets back on the ring apron. She clasps the top rope and jumps over the top, landing on Keira with an elbow to the chest! Keira rolls over and gets on her knees holding her chest, but Veronica quickly springs to her feet. She measures Keira and nails her with a running enziguri, right to the side of Keira's head! Veronica drops down for the pin.
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Keira kicks out
Simone: Veronica turning up the pressure on Keira now.
Veronica pulls Keira to her feet. Veronica grabs Keira by the head and runs across the ring, dropping her with a bulldog. Veronica springs to her feet and moves towards Keira's legs. Veronica picks up Keira's legs and steps in for the sharpshooter, but Keira kicks her off. Keira gets to her knees and Veronica jumps in with a low dropkick. Veronica sits up and pulls Keira to her feet. Veronica punches Keira in the face and Keira stumbles back to the ropes. As Keira stumbles back forward, Veronica kicks her in the gut and hooks Keira in a powerbomb position, but Keira lifts her over and nails Veronica with a backbody drop. Veronica springs to her feet quickly and moves towards Keira, but Keira ducks a punch and nails Veronica with a dropping neckbreaker.
Simone: That's how quickly these things can turn around.
Keira looks twards the top rope and makes a move towards it. She pulls herself up on the top rope and waits for Veronica to return to her feet. She dives off the top rope and catches Veronica with a a flying cross body, pinning Veronica to the mat and Jacob Summers drops down to make the count
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2...
Veronica rolls her over, flipping backwards and pulling Keira in to a pin of her own. Grabbing a handful of tights
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Keira forces Veronica off her!
Simone: This is why I can't stand Veronica Taylor. Trying to cheat to win!
Adams: That mean girls tag isn't just a name.... if you follow her Twitter, she claimed lately that it's a lifestyle.
Keira quickly goes on the offensive by pulling Veronica to her feet. Keira hooks up Veronica's head and lifts her over with a vertical suplex, slamming the Bombshell tag team champion hard in to the canvas. Keira gets back to her feet quickly and pulls Veronica with her, throwing her in the turnbuckle.Keira grabs Veronica by the head and turns her around, climbing on the second turnbuckle and jumping off, planting Veronica with a tornado DDT. Veronica hits the canvas hard and Keira looks out in to the crowd. She gets up to their feet and looks down on Veronica. Keira starts to make her way to the top rope. She looks down on Veronica and dives off the top, attempting a diving elbow on Veronica, but Veronica quickly moves out of the way!
Adams: That could be the turning point in this match!
Veronica breathes hard and pulls herself to her feet as Keira rolls over holding her arm. Veronica pulls her to her feet. Veronica moves in close and lifts Keira up and plants her with an implant DDT. Veronica steps back, posing for the fans, who instantly boo. Veronica waits for Keira to get back to her feet and moves in. She hooks Keira up for the Exed Out!
Simone: Veronica looking to end this one!
Adams: That had to hurt you saying that.
Simone: More than you know.
As Veronica spins, Keira pushes her off!
Simone: Reversal!
Veronica turns around and Keira nails her with the chick kick!
Adams: She called that the Seven Sins!
Veronica falls to the canvas and Keira goes for the cover
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3!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match.... Keira Fisher!
Simone: Yes! Yes! Yes! Keira has come to SCW and defeated Veronica Taylor!
Adams: I don't know if Keira is sticking around after this one but if she does, she's thrown herself immediately in to title contention by defeating a current SCW champion. Man, the Fisher/Johnson house hold is gonna be rocking tonight!
We cut backstage where we see Andrew Watts in his locker room, not long before his match. He is in his ring gear already as he paces back and forth. The REJECTS t-shirt that we saw him wearing earlier is still covering his upper body, which he would likely take off before his match. He stops, looking down, cracking his knuckles and moving his head from side to side
Andrew Watts: It's almost time... almost fucking time until I can call myself the Number One Contender to the SCW Heavyweight Championship
Watts nods his head with confidence at the sound of his own words, rubbing his hands together as he looks around his locker room.
Andrew Watts: November, I have been working my ass off since November, and finally all of that hard work is paying off. All it takes now is one more match, one more fucking win... the 9th of my undefeated streak and the biggest as well. Despayre and Amanda have no idea what is about to hit them... the SCW has no idea what is about to hit it... tonight, everything changes... and for the better.
Watts makes his way towards the locker room door, walking with confidence, and stopping as he places his hand on the door handle... looking down at the handle and his hand on it, not turning it... just... staring.
Andrew Watts: It's officially....
Watts pauses for a slight second...
Andrew Watts: The Andrew Watts Era!
Simone: This year's Blast from the Past Tournament has certainly seen its fair share of controversy.
Adams: No kidding, Delia Darling, who was one of last year's finalists, abandoned Steve Ramone to taste defeat at Travis Nathanial Andrews' hands and it's been argued that that incident was the catalyst that led to Steve leaving NXT.
Simone: And that's just the tip of the iceberg but regardless tonight at Blaze of Glory 4 we will determine the winners of the Blast from the Past Tournament as Misty teams up with Andrew Watts to take on Despayre and Amanda Cortez of the Mean Girls.
Adams: I didn't know Despayre was a Mean Girl......or a woman......
Simone: That's not what I meant and you know it, let's take it to Justin!
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Tag Team Contest is scheduled for one fall and it is the finals of the Blast from the Past Tournament!
The crowd cheers the announcement (though there's some audible booing from Steve) as the lights in the arena go out. Thick grey 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.
Justin: Introducing team number one, first from Chicago, Illinois, she is the Original Bombshell MISTY!
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 centre of the ring where she waits as her music dies down.
Simone: Misty hasn't let her amnesia stop her from making it this far, let's see if she can go all the way!
Adams: Ignoring a certain guy from New York who thinks she's faking it off course.
Justin: And her partner!
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: And her partner, making his way to the ring, from Cleveland, Ohio, weighing in at 248 pounds "The Renegade", 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 centre 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: Andrew has been in SCW since before the New Year and in that time has yet to be defeated.
Adams: That fact will be put to the test by the male half of the opposing team tonight!
Justin: And their opponents!
The song "Feuer frei" by Rammstein is played and the revving of a Harley can be heard. Slowly Amanda drives down to the ring, dressed in a really short and tattered jeans shorts, a belly free top and some really high heeled stripper sandals. The fans are booing at her, but it seems that she doesn't care what anybody thinks about her.
Justin: First, representing the Mean Girls, from Los Angeles, California, she is one half of the SCW Tag Team Champions Amanda Cortez!
As she reaches the ring, she shuts off her bike and slowly gets down from it. The fans are still booing, but Amanda only flips them the bird. Then she slides into the ring and kicks her shoes out of the ring. She jumps on the ropes in the corner, raises her arms in victory and yells some insults at the fans. Still both arms in the air, she makes the devil sign and then she jumps down from the ropes again. Now she rests her arms on the top rope and one foot on the bottom rope and waits for her opponent to come to the ring. It seems that she's completely relaxed and doesn't care about what happens here, but as she sees her opponent come down to the ring, a cold and deadly glare comes into her pretty face. She's completely focused and willing to destroy her enemy completely.
Simone: If Drew had been paying attention to the match between Amanda and Veronica Taylor and The Fallen a few weeks ago the titles would've stayed where they belonged.
Adams: Agreed! It's a good thing that Drew isn't reffing the match because we all know he has a crush on the Mean Girls.
Simone: Wait, what? Where did you hear that?!
Justin: And her partner!
We never hear the answer to Belinda's question as the heavy beat of Orgy's 'Opticon' begins to sound over the public address system of the arena. The fans turn their attention to the stage atop the entry ramp to await the entrance of the 'disturbed one' and their wait is rewarded. Despayre steps out onto the stage, holding his teddy bear, Angel, by the fu
y arm in one hand, with Synn at his side and they are greeted enthusiastically with cheers.Simone: From Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing in at 176lbs, Despayre!
The gothic mental case briefly holds 'Angel' up in the air to let 'him' bask in the cheers too, and they then start to move along the entry aisle, and closer towards the ring. His movements are slow, methodical, and he avoids being touched by the many hands reaching out to him but allows his bear to greet the fans. Arriving at ringside, he slides "Angel" into the ring and rolls under the bottom rope himself. Again grabbing his 'security' bear, he crawls across the ring on all fours and deposits himself into a neutral corner near where Amanda is standing where Synn joins him for the pre-match pep talk.
Simone: This should be a fantastic match!
Adams: As long as the other Mean Girls don't interfere.
It doesn't take long for the teams to decide who's starting off as Andrew is starting off for his team forcing Despayre to start the match for his, the two Bombshells (especially Amanda) are happy to wait on the apron as Jasmine calls for the bell.
Simone: That will be easier said than done knowing the Mean Girls and the fact that every other Blast from the Past Final has seen its fair share of controversy.
Adams: Hopefully the bosses will ban them from ringside so that we can a final without controversy for once!
Despayre and Andrew quickly lock up and Andrew doesn't waste any time in pushing his weight around as he shoves Despayre towards a neutral corner using his superior weight to his advantage, Andrew charges in and attempts a clothesline but Despayre sees it coming and trips up Andrew causing him to drop face first into the bottom turnbuckle, Despayre backs up a bit as Andrew turns around and attempts to get to his feet only to be sent flying back into the turnbuckle with a running dropkick courtesy of Despayre.
Simone: Despayre isn't wasting any time here.
Adams: He doesn't have Andrew's power but he makes up for it with speed.
Despayre drags Andrew out of the corner and goes for the first cover of the match 1....2....and Andrew gets the shoulder up, Despayre quickly grabs a hold of Andrew's arm and locks in an arm bar whilst it's still in the air and Jasmine gets into position to make sure that she's in position if Andrew taps out but Andrew isn't about to give up.
Simone: Way too early in the match for Despayre to beat Andrew like that.
Adams: It does soften up Andrew for later in the match though.
Despayre tries to keep a solid hold of Andrew's arm but Andrew manages to fight his way back to his feet, lands a few punches using his free arm and eventually hits a modified arm drag that forces Despayre to let go of the hold, Despayre tries to regain the advantage by charging in but this time Andrew's able to catch him and drive him through the matt with a Spinebuster.
Simone: And now Andrew's in control.
Adams: Let's see how long this lasts.
Andrew goes for a cover 1....2....and Despayre kicks out, Andrew rolls Despayre onto his back before repeatedly driving his knee into the small of his back before Jasmine forces him to back off giving Despayre enough time to roll out of the ring and try to recover, Andrew quickly rolls out of the ring on the opposite end from Despayre and makes his way over to Despayre's side casually.
Simone: Andrew's taking his time here.
Adams: He'd better hurry up unless he wants to be counted out.
Andrew realizes this and rolls into the ring to break the count at seven before quickly rolling out not realizing that this has given Despayre enough time to recover, by the time he does realize this it's too late for Andrew to do anything about it as Despayre dives through the small gap between the matt and the turnbuckle, grabs Andrew's head and hits him with a Tornado DDT.
Simone: OH MY GOD!
Adams: I'm pretty sure that move will be hurting both men later!
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Jasmine reaches the count of nine before Andrew is rolled back into the ring by Despayre who proceeds to climb the turnbuckle he just dove though, after getting himself into positon Despayre leaps and hits Andrew with a beautiful Shooting Star Press before hooking his legs for the pin 1.....2....and Andrew kicks out.
Simone: How did Andrew kick out of that?!
Adams: Great question.
Despayre is clearly asking the same question in his mind but shakes his head before picking up Andrew only to be surprised with a jawbreaker, Despayre stumbles back a bit giving Andrew enough time to get his bearings back which leads to Andrew whipping Despayre off the ropes, Andrew bends over obviously hoping to back drop Despayre but Despayre telegraphs it by kicking him in the face stunning Andrew and giving Despayre enough time to run to the ropes on his own accord, unfortunately for him he didn't do enough to stun the larger man who practically takes his head off on the rebound with a Lariat!
Simone: I think I saw Despayre's head land in the cheap seats.
Adams: Let's hope that it hit Steve on the way up!
Andrew goes for a quick cover 1.......2.....and Despayre kicks out just in time! Andrew argues with Jasmine over an apparent slow count but Jasmine, true to form, isn't having any of it and orders Andrew to focus on the match, Andrew shakes his head not realizing that Despayre is back on his feet until he turns around into a hurricanrana from Despayre.
Simone: What a move by Despayre!
Adams: But at what cost? It's clear that that move took a lot out of both men which could mean that it's time for the Bombshells to take centre stage!
Misty outstretches her arm obviously hoping to get a piece of the action herself whilst Amanda is a lot less enthusiastic about being in the same ring with Misty, unfortunately for Amanda Andrew is back on his feet first and is all too happy to tag in Misty who quickly enters the ring, once Despayre sees this he goes over to his corner and Amanda tries to get out of it.
Amanda: Come on! He's small enough to pass for a Bombshell!
Simone: Not sure if there's a penis joke in there somewhere.
Adams: Well she's probably seen enough of them in all shapes and sizes to know a thing or two about penises...
Simone: KEEP IT CLEAN JASON!
Despayre's clearly having none of this and tags in Amanda despite her protests before climbing out onto the apron to allow Misty to come over and hip toss Amanda over the ropes and into the ring, Amanda quickly backs off from Misty before hiding behind Jasmine which goes about as well as you'd expect for her as Misty bulrushes her, trips her up and starts laying into Amanda.
Simone: I bet Amanda's regretting all the disgusting comments she's made about Misty on Twitter in the lead up to this match now!
Adams: She's a Mean Girl, they never learn!
Jasmine tries to pull Misty off of Amanda but Amanda manages to use the confusion to poke Misty in the eye and roll her up 1....2.....Amanda grabs onto the nearby ropes for leverage......but Jasmine catches her and forces her to let go off the pin attempt.
Simone: Good to see a ref paying attention for once!
Adams: That or the bosses finally got around to getting their eyes tested!
Amanda, off course, argues with Jasmine about this but that blows up in her face as Misty gets Amanda into a roll-up off her own 1....2....and Amanda kicks out just in time, she starts arguing with Jasmine about this again this time complaining about a fast count but Jasmine's clearly not having any of it.
Simone: Amanda's spent more time complaining about the ref then wrestling since she was tagged in.
Adams: Once again, she's a Mean Girl, they blame everything but themselves whenever things don't go their way!
Misty's back on her feet and spins Amanda around before firing off with a series of forearms to Amanda's face backing her up against the ropes in the process, Misty then whips Amanda off the ropes and goes for a Spinebuster on the rebound but Amanda counters the move in mid-air turning it into a DDT.
Simone: Didn't think I'd be saying this in this match but Amanda's in control!
Adams: We'll see how long this lasts!
Amanda goes for a cover 1....2....MISTY KICKS OUT!
Simone: Misty kicked out of a move that damages the head which has to be vulnerable thanks to Misty's amnesia.
Adams: Then again Misty has been fighting tooth and nail since the tournament started in spite of her amnesia so there's that.
Amanda shakes her head before getting an idea and dragging Misty over to the nearest neutral corner and climbs up the turnbuckle, Amanda appears to be taking a page out of her partner's book as she goes for a Shooting Star Press but Misty gets her knees up before quickly getting her in a small package 1....2.....and Amanda kicks out!
Simone: That quick thinking by Misty almost cost Amanda the match.
Adams: Almost doesn't count.
Amanda tries to create some distance between herself and Misty as Misty regains her bearings in the corner suggesting that the move she just did was on pure instinct, both Bombshells quickly get to their feet but Misty is the first to spring into action and charges towards the corner where Amanda is resting, suddenly Amanda explodes out of the corner and practically spears Misty out of her boots!
Simone: FADE TO BLACK!
Adams: AMANDA'S GOT THIS WON!
Amanda takes a moment to recover before covering Misty 1....2.....MISTY KICKS OUT!
Simone: HOW DID MISTY KICK OUT OF THE FADE TO BLACK?!
Adams: IT HAD TO BE INSTINCT BEINDA!
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME! *clap, clap, clap*
Amanda sits there with a look of disbelief on her face whilst Misty lies there motionless, seeing this Amanda goes for another cover this time hooking both of Misty's legs 1....2.....MISTY KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Simone: How is Misty still kicking out?!
Adams: I don't know but Amanda's clearly getting frustrated.
This time Amanda starts arguing with the ref but Jasmine clearly isn't hearing her complaints, Amanda shakes her head before dragging Misty to her feet and hitting her with the #1 Stunna for good measure.
Simone: Misty just took the #1 Stunna, that's two of Amanda's finishers that she's taken.
Adams: Hate to say it but it's only a matter of time now.
Amanda goes for a casual cover 1....2....MISTY KICKS OUT AGAIN!
Simone: How much more can she take?!
Adams: Great question.
Despayre starts calling for the tag feeling that Amanda can't get the job done but Amanda ignores him and goes for a fourth pin this time grabbing Misty's tights 1....2....MISTY KICKS OUT YET AGAIN!
Simone: How is she still kicking out?!
Adams: Try asking Misty!
Amanda shakes her head before poking her head between the ropes and calling out to the back, it doesn't take long for her plan to become obvious as Delia Darling, Tessa Flannigan, Mercedes Vargas and Amanda's regular tag team partner Veronica Taylor to come down the ramp.
Simone: This was inevitable.
Adams: Wait, what's going on now?
Despayre and his managers quickly form a human blockade and the Mean Girls stop in their tracks, Andrew then hops off the apron and joins the blockade making it clear that the Mean Girls aren't getting anywhere near the ring.
Simone: I think it's clear what Andrew's motivations are but Despayre?
Adams: If I had to guess I'd have to say that he doesn't want to win this way!
Amanda's throwing a tantrum about this in the ring not noticing that Misty has climbed up the top rope of the nearest Turnbuckle and is waiting for Amanda to turn around, when she does Misty leaps hitting Amanda with her patented Shooting Star DDT.
Simone: DREAM CRUSHER!
Adams: And Misty has the Queen's Punishment locked in!
Delia tries to get her fellow Mean Girls to interfere but it's clear that they aren't getting past the four men in front of them, in the ring Jasmine gets into position and asks Amanda if she wants to tap out, Amanda tries to resist but she eventually has no choice but to tap out.
Justin: Here are your winners and the Blast from the Past champions Misty and Andrew Watts!
Simone: What a match!
Adams: Misty's getting the hell out of there and I don't blame her.
Misty celebrates with Andrew whilst the Mean Girls storm off in a huff and Despayre checks on Amanda.
The feed again cuts to the backstage area where Kris Halich and Clarissa Ashford are walking down a hallway, appearing ready for his coming match. Kris is already in his ring gear now, straightening the sleeve that goes down the entirety of his right arm. His purple and green pants sparkle in the lights of the hallway. At this side Clarissa is standing there wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans with a white cut off top. She has black heeled boots on, and a smile on her face that doesn't seem to leave.
Kris: You look awfully nice tonight...
Clarissa: Oh thank you! You don't look half bad yourself..
Kris: You're too sweet. Then again, you helped me with the ring gear. All part of the new look.
"Stoner" Scott Oliver: Hey Kris! Kris!
From behind them, the less than tactful interviewer comes hustling down the hallway with a microphone in hand. He comes around in front of them, reaching out for Kris' hand and shaking it. Kris stares sideways at him, looking confused.
Kris: What can I do for you Stoner? I kind of have a match to get to.
Scott nods in agreement.
"Stoner" Scott Oliver: That's what I wanted to talk to you about, Kris. A lot of people are saying you didn't earn the shot and that you are out of your element here. I just wanted to see if you had any reaction to that. I mean, you did have this kind of handed to you.
Kris takes a deep breath and looks from Scott to Clarissa, and then back. He wasn't ever bothered by Scott's forwardness. It was actually one of the reasons he preferred him over the others.
Kris: Listen Stoner, I said more or less all that I could two days ago. After I said my peace, Alex came out and echoed everything that I said he would. I had his words scouted just like I have him scouted here tonight. That's really all I can say about it.
Scott nods, it wasn't necessarily the big scoop he was hoping for. Kris normally provided some good material.
"Stoner" Scott Oliver: I mean, last time you had a title shot you choked there at the end against Equinox. What is different now?
Kris' smile turns into a small laugh. This was a typical line of questioning. Stoner cut right through the bullshit.
Kris: A lot of things are different. Alex isn't Equinox. There aren't going to be cages on top of cages. I don't have to worry about two other people in the ring. Really, the only thing that is the same is that it is for the Roulette Championship. Everything else is different.
Scott was a little more impressed with that answer than the previous one. However, his attention turns from Kris, to the woman at his side. So far, nobody had gotten a word out of her in SCW. Maybe that would change.
"Stoner" Scott Oliver: Clarissa, isn't it?
She gives him a pleasant smile and nods.
"Stoner" Scott Oliver: What exactly is your role in all of this? Some say you two are friends. Some say more. None say that this is just a business thing between manager and talent. So what is it that you do?
Clarissa looks at him and smirks. She bats her large eyes at him before shaking her head slightly.
Clarissa: People can say and think what they want too. As far as my business here in SCW? That's exactly what it is. Business. I'm here to help my close friend here, rise to the top and show everyone just why Kris is going to be one of the quickest rising stars this company has to offer.
She looks at him again, before tilting her head.
Clarissa: As far as my personal relationship with him goes? That's between Kris and I. If I wanted or needed each and every one of you knowing our personal affairs, I would have signed up for some cheap tacky reality t.v show or something. All that you people need to know, is that this man right here, is surely one to keep your eyes out for.
She looks at him with her striking eyes, her smile returning to her face.
"Stoner" Scott Oliver: He has been winning a lot since you took over. In fact, he hasn't yet lost in SCW or elsewhere? What's so good about you, Clarissa? This guy was a trainwreck last time. Yet here he is, back again.
Clarissa looks at Scott, smirking and letting out a soft laugh.
Clarissa: Maybe I'm his good luck charm?
She shrugs her shoulders and smirks again.
Clarissa: I can't answer what's so good about me. There is no correct answer for that. I don't give up on anything, or anyone. If I see potential in something or someone, I make it my goal to make everyone else see that same potential.
Clarissa smirks, and looks over at Kris.
Clarissa: I think the term "trainwreck" is a little harsh, don't you think?
She shrugs her shoulders a little bit.
Kris: What you have to get used to about Stoner here is that he is always a little harsh, and for lack of a better term, a little blunt.
Kris laughs as even Scott has a chuckle.
Kris: Where he is right though, is that last time wasn't smooth sailing. This time is. This time is going to keep being smooth sailing.
Scott goes to open his mouth but Clarissa stretches her hand out to him and waves him off before he can say anything.
Clarissa: I think you've said enough here...
She smirks, continuing to wave him off.
Clarissa: You're done here. Like he said before, he has a match to get ready for.
The two start to walk past the interviewer with Kris stopping long enough to put his hand on the man's shoulder and offer him a confident smile.
Kris: I am going to win this time.
The scene opens up backstage once more, where we again see Amy Marshall in her ring attire, but instead of walking along the coridoor to meet or see anyone, she is just standing by the locker room door with Pussy Willow standing at her side.
Pussy: Later tonight, the bombshell champion Delia Darling, is going up against my guest at this time.... Amy Marshall.
Amy: Hi
Amy smiles as she adjusts one of her ipod headphones.
Pussy: Are you ready for tonight?
Pussy asks her first question.
Amy: I am more than ready for tonight... I am literally buzzing with excitement.
Amy says as her eyes light up.
Pussy: So there are no nerves or anything like that?
Pussy questioned.
Amy: Nope. I am cool and calm.
Amy said with honesty.
Pussy: Well you seem pretty confident going into this match... do you have any final words to Delia?
Pussy asked, as she waited to see any signs of nerves from Amy.
Amy: To be honest there isn't much else to say... I already visited her and wished her luck and hopefully got into her tiny little brain, but I do have one thing on my mind... and that when I win the the title, I am returning it back to its former appearance and glory. I refuse point blank to wear a title that has been altered by Delia... So watch this space... the unaltered bombshell title is coming back.
Amy said with a mission on her mind.
Pussy: Well I can't wait to see that and good luck for tonight.
Amy: Thank you.
The scene fades with Amy putting her headphones back in, before turning and disappearing back into her locker room, as PW wrapped things up.
A huge blue dumpster with the black lids shut sits just outside of the ring at the edge of the entrance ramp. We wonder exactly what it is for... but that question is QUICKLY answered by our ring announcer as he begins to speak.
Justin: The following contest is a Dumpster Match... and it is for the SCW Roulette Championship! The only way to win this bout, is to close your opponent INSIDE of the dumpster!
The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as the music starts and the fans all on their feet and their is actually a "Ace of Clubs" chant that competing with the boos of some of the people that have known the man longer. The fans are treated with a spotlight that kicks on just under the stage as the lift activates. Kris leans his left side and puts his elbow onto his knee, then through the smoke, his outline is slowly raised until it becomes a black figure standing at the top of the ramp.
Justin: Making his way to the ring first, the challenger... From San Diego, California... weighing in at 217 pounds. The Ace of Clubs... Kris Halc!
As the lift becomes level with the stage, massive blue and purple pyro shoots from the ceiling down to the stage hitting on both sides of the smoke cloud on the stage. The lights are immediately flipped on, and it is as if the cloud never existed. Kris steps forward and is clearly seen in his wrestling attire. His bright purple gloves are the first thing the fans notice. He is wearing black shorts and a black, form-fitting, long-sleeved shirt that reads "K-Halc?" across the front. He reaches ringside and before sliding in the ring, making his way across to his corner where he waits for his opponent.
Justin: And his opponent...
The arena goes pitch black and the crowd begins to buzz when the opening chords of "Mutherfucker Of The Year" by Motley Crue blasts over sound system and the crowd jumps to it's feet. When the music kicks into gear the lights come back on as The Notorious Alex Kaelin steps out from behind the curtain and basks in his glory as the crowd is mixed between women screaming for him and the men heckling him. Some of the fans along the aisle leading to the ring flip him off and try to get under his skin while some of the women damn near faint as they reached out and touch his chiseled body. Either way he seems very unfazed and focused on the task at hand, which is beating the shit out of the poor soul waiting for him in that ring.
Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 240 pounds... he is the SCW Roulette Champion. The Notorious... Alex Kaelin!
Slowly he crawls onto the ring apron and holds onto the ropes, looking back over his shoulder at the crowd as he shouts at them "I'm the motherfucking best!" and then steps between the ropes and into the ring. He jumps towards the corner, one foot on the second rope and the other on the top rope. Taking off his black shirt that has the sleeves cut off, it say's "Sinners are Winners" On the front in bold white letters and takes it off, much to the delight of the ladies in attendance before throwing it in the face of some fat guy in the front row and flipping him off. As he jumps down from the top turnbuckle, he leans back in the corner and waits for the ref to start the fucking match.
Both competitors stand opposite each other in the ring. Referee Jacob Summers walks towards Kris Halc as he exchanges a few words with him, followed by checking his boots and pads, nodding his head at Halc. Summers then moves on towards Kaelin as he has a few words with the Champion, checking his boots and all of his pads. Kaelin holds his Roulette Championship up to his face, smirking into the gold as he stares at it, handing it to Summers. Summers walks to the center of the ring, raising the Roulette Championship in the air as the bell sounds and Summers hands the title to the timekeeper at ringside
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The two men stand in opposite of each other in the ring and the bell sounds. The two men circle the ring for a few seconds, staring at each other, their eyes completely locked on one another. It seems as if they are exchanging a few harsh words with each other but we can't quite make out what they are saying exactly. Finally they begin to move in towards each other as they lock up and the action is finally under way! They push into each other but no one gets the distinct advantage. Kris tries to pull Kaelin into a fancy headlock but Kaelin grabs ahold of Kris's lower forearm and applies a quick wrist lock on Kris who yells out in pain. Kris spins out of it, sliding under the arm of Kaelin, pulling Kaelin's arm behind his back and locking him into an armlock! Kaelin squints in pain for a few seconds before spinning out of it himself as Kaelin hits a huge knee to the gut of Kris, hugging him as he performs a nice belly-to-belly to gain control. Kaelin is quick to pounce on Kris who is quick to his feet. Kaelin hits a few right hands, backing Kris up to the ropes as Kaelin grabs Kris by the arm and irish whips him into the ropes. Kris bounces off and goes as he comes back he goes for a clothesline but runs into a huge clothesline from Kaelin. Kaelin smirks, standing up while he taunts the crowd.
Simone: Kaelin able to gain the early advantage so far, however this match still has a long... long way to go.
Adams: I feel like Kaelin could end this right now if he really wanted to, I don't know what you're on about.
Kaelin's taunts allow Kris the time to get up. Kris tries to sneak up on Kaelin but Kaelin turns around just in time as the two stand a few inches away from each other. Kris smirks, Kaelin goes nose-to-nose with Kris as they exchange a few more words. Kaelin shoves Kris, Kris smirks as he laughs a bit. Kris takes a step forward, shoving Kaelin who shakes his head. Kris takes a step back and nails Kaelin with a haymaker. Kaelin responds with one of his own. Kris responds back and they begin swinging back and forth. Kris begins to take control with the punches but Kaelin hits a cheap poke to the eye that staggers Kris for a few seconds. Kaelin smirks as he watches Kris hold his eye and... bam! Hits Kris with a huge running dropkick that sends him straight to the canvas.
Adams: There you go Kaelin! Show him who is boss!
Simone: What a cheap shot that eye poke was, wow.
Adams: No rules Simone, anything goes...
Kaelin goes back on the assault with a quick elbow drop. He smirks as he reaches down and grabs Kris by the hair. Kaelin pulls Kris to his feet and locks in a standing sleeper hold. Kris holds Kaelin's arm, trying to pull it off from around his neck but he just can't get the tight grip off. Kris twists, turns but can't seem to overpower Kaelin. Kris doesn't fight dirty, but what is a Roulette Title Match without fighting dirty? Kris reaches back, pulling Kaelin by the hair with one hand, and clawing against his eyes with the other hand. Kaelin's grip loosens and Kris pulls Kaelin's arm down and away from his neck, Kaelin responds by pushing Kris chest first into the corner. Kaelin then runs at Kris, clotheslining him straight into the turnbuckle as Kris's chest bounces straight off of the middle turnbuckle pad, sending Kris staggering backwards. Kaelin throws his arms around the waist of Kris as he sets him up for something big... Kaelin has Kris set up for a release German suplex from the looks of things.
Simone: Kris just landed straight on his feet!
Adams: Wow talk about agility!
Kaelin is quick to stand up and Kris hits a clothesline from nowhere. Kaelin is quick to his feet, running at Kris and looking for a clothesline of his own but Kris ducks under it, hitting a dropkick to the back of Kaelin which sends Kaelin straight into the ropes in front of him. Kaelin bounces off of the ropes as Kris hits a huge knee to Kaelin's back and throws his arm over Kaelin's neck. Kris throws Kaelin back against the canvas, showing off some interesting power for his size. Kris goes to pick Kaelin up again, grabbing Kaelin by the shoulder, but Kaelin grabs a hold of Kris's ear. Kris yells out in pain as Kaelin looks to be controlling Kris's with a hold that in a normal match would definitely be considered an illegal hold as Kaelin stands to his feet, still locked onto the ear of Kris. Kaelin finally lets go and goes for a clothesline but Kris ducks it, sending Kaelin bouncing off of the ropes and right into a spinning heel kick from Kris!
Simone: Gorgeous spinning heel kick there by Kris Halc!
Adams: Damn Kaelin! Get up, what is wrong with you?
Kaelin smartly rolls to the outside as the Summers checks on Kris's ear. A bit of blood rolls down Kris's cheek from either a scratch or small cut on his ear but he insists that it's nothing. Kris slides out of the ring as Kris goes to chase down Kaelin but Kaelin was ready and hits a huge spear to send Kris straight to the arena floor. Kaelin smirks as he walks over to the dumpster. Kaelin looks up and down at the dumpster, nodding his head with a cocky smirk. Kaelin walks around the dumpster and sitting on the floor beside it is a steel chair. Kaelin leans down, grabbing the steel chair as he slides it into the ring. Kaelin smirks, nodding his head as he turns around and walks back around the dumpster. Kaelin goes to turn a corner around the ring and...
BAM!
Kaelin is hit out of nowhere with a running dropkick off of the apron! This sends Kaelin straight to the ground as Kris Halc tries to make his way to his feet, definitely taking Kaelin out for a bit.
Adams: Wow Halc really came out of nowhere there!
Simone: Yeah, I did not even see that one coming.
Halc looks at the dumpster, shrugging a shoulder. Halc then gets on a knee as he goes under the ring, looking under it for something. Halc pulls out a wooden table as he smirks, sliding into the ring, along with the table. Halc props the table up diagonally against the turnbuckle. Halc makes sure that the table is set up correctly and is sturdy as he smirks, turning around and making his way towards the ropes. Halc hops out of the ring and grabs Kaelin who was about halfway to his feet. Halc hits a knee to Kaelin's gut and slides him into the ring. Halc slides in after as Kaelin makes his way to his feet and Halc runs at him, only to be intercepted by Kaelin who looks to turn things around by a huge spinebuster but Halc reverses it straight into a huge DDT! Kaelin goes forehead first off of the canvas as Halc rolls over onto his knees!
Simone: Wow, the Champion just had his head bounce off of the canvas like it was a trampoline!
Adams: That one was heard throughout Copenhagen!
Kris grabs the steel chair that Kaelin had slid into the ring earlier, looking at it with a smirk, he smashes it right into the canvas as he stalks Kaelin who is slowly getting to his feet. Kaelin is on a knee as he turns around and Halc runs at him, lifting the chair and...
...
Low Blow!
...
Kaelin hits a huge low blow that forces Halc to drop the chair, holding himself in pain as Kaelin hops up and hits a huge uppercut to the body of Halc who staggers backwards a few steps. Halc is hunched over, his head right above the chair...
...
Killswitch!
...
No! Halc moves out of the way, grabbing the chair in the moment and smashing it against the back of Kaelin who holds his back, as he falls against the table that is set up in the turnbuckle! Halc smirks, tossing the table to Kaelin who catches it and Halc runs at Kaelin but Kaelin side steps as Halc goes for a splash and instead bounces right off of the table! Halc turns around and...
...
Chair Shot!
...
Straight to the head of Halc who falls back against the table! Kaelin runs at Halc and goes for a spear but somehow Halc slides out of the way as Kaelin spears the table, and cracks it right in half! Both men fall to the canvas, both men badly damaged after the chair shot, and self inflicted table break!
Simone: What the hell just happened here?
Adams: I do not know, but... do these guys know that it's a dumpster match?
Simone: They haven't done much with the dumpster, but that hasn't stopped them from using other weapons, not one bit!
Adams: They are very close to the dumpster however... but, the lids are still closed on it.
Both men take a minute to get to their feet... actually about two minutes after they both lay there in pieces. Halc uses the ropes to help himself up while Kaelin uses the turnbuckle. Both men are feeling it as they both stagger around, neither one of them really knowing where they are. Halc backs up against the ropes, right where the dumpster is and Kaelin hits him with a clothesline! Both men fall over the top rope and land on top of the dumpster!
Adams: Okay, now it's getting good!
Both men lay on the dumpster lids, the lids are visibly not very sturdy, and definitely not made to hold too much weight. Both men start to make their way to their feet.
Simone: This could go bad, really bad, for both of them!
They both stand to their feet as they begin to exchange right hands with each other. Kaelin gains the advantage as he hits four straight right hands... he goes for a powerful fifth and Halc ducks it! Halc hits a kick to the gut, followed by three straight right hands of his own. Halc then hits a vicious uppercut that staggers Kaelin. Halc moves in, grabbing Kaelin by the head but Kaelin spits in his face and rakes him right in the eye! Halc grabs his eye in pain as Kaelin delivers a huge kick to the ... well, lets just say, low blow! Halc falls to his knees on the dumpster...
Simone: Oh man, Halc is not in a position he wants to be in...
Adams: On his knees, in front of Kaelin? Yeah, I could agree with that,
Simone: Wow, really?
Kaelin stands up as he looks down at Halc who is holding his groin area in pain. Halc falls a bit lower, the lids on the Dumpster just barely holding these two men up... Kaelin jumps into the air and...
...
Killswitch!
...
The curb stomp sends BOTH men through the dumpster, the lids literally breaking off of the hinges as they go crashing into the dumpster and neither sign of either man is seen...
Adams: HOLY...
Simone: SHIT...
After a few seconds we see a hand grab the top of the dumpster, followed by another hand as Alex Kaelin pulls himself up, rolling onto the apron and into the ring...
DING!
DING!
DING!
Simone: Wow! Kaelin does it, and what a finish!
Adams: Wow, talk about a Roulette Title match alright...
Justin: Here is your winner and STILL... the SCW Roulette Champion... Alex Kaelin!
Kaelin is handed his Championship as he lays center of the ring on his back, hugging the Title as he sits up, looking straight ahead at his Championship. Kaelin finally stands up as he throws his arms in the air, the REJECT actually gets some cheers, despite being a heel and not a fan favorite at all... but after a match like that, how can you not cheer?
The lights in the arena go down as blue and white lights begin to quickly strobe on the stage. A silent lull overtakes the crowd as the following words scroll across the screen.
Adams: What just happened there?
Simone: Your guess is as good as mine. Were those song lyrics or what?
Justin: The following contest is a single match and is for the SCW Internet Championship. Introducing first, the challenger...
The lights in the arena goes down as the low-sounding guitar riff from Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" plays and a lone spotlight is placed on the top of the entrance ramp, right at the enter. Once the guitars and drums pick up noise and the song starts to play it's tune, a platform rises from the bottom and the crowd recognizes Kain and his love, Ariel.
Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Ariel, from Detroit, Illinois, weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, he is the King of Kings, he is Kain!
The crowd cheers wildly for Kain as Saliva's frontman, Josey Scott, sings his lyrics, boasting of a show that no one has ever seen before. Kain looks around the arena, smiles briefly at both sides of the crowd, then stares down the ring and locks on to his game face. Snarling with rage, he walks down the ramp with intent and purpose, thinking of the fight ahead of him. He feels the warm presence of Ariel's hand as the couple walk, side-by-side, but his mind is focused on the carnage tonight. Once they reach the bottom, Ariel goes behind Ariel, using her hands to untie his black robe and take it off him completely. Kain is now shown from head to toe as the camera gets a great look at his incredible physique. The women couldn't help but gawk at his body while the men couldn't help but be awe in what they are seeing now. Ariel hands the black robe over to a nearby ring attendant, directly to her right, then gets pulled in by Kain, who embraces her in a deep kiss. Ariel returns the kiss and the arena's noise got more louder than before. Kain breaks off the kiss, bows to his queen, then turns away and walks up the steps and places both hands near the end the end of the top rope. He then hops on the top floor and performs a forward somersault before landing on the ground. As he lands, flaming pyro explodes from all corners of the ring as the lights grow back on. Climbing on each turnbuckle, he raises his right, clenched fist in the air and talks trash as multiple cameras flashes from the crowd. Finally, he heads to his corner, kneels briefly, saying a few words to himself before rising up and looking behind as he spies the entrance ramp. "Ladies And Gentlemen" as Kain now stands still, awaiting his opponent.
Justin: And his opponent...
"Points of Authority" begins to blare over the speakers throughout the arena and the crowd automatically erupts into boos. After a few seconds a cloud of red smoke fills the entrance ramp and Blaque Hart walks out from the back.
Justin: From Calgary, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and thirty five pounds, he is the SCW Internet Champion, he is Blaque Hart Bruce Evans!
He pauses at the top of the stage as he looks around with a cocky grin on his face taking in all the heat from the crowd. He then starts his walk down the aisle mocking the crowd and talking down on them before he reaches the six sided ring. He jumps on the apron and enters through the middle ropes and then walks over to one of the corners of the ring, climbs the ropes and lifts his arms to an even louder chorus of boos. He walks around the ring continuing to mock and make fun of members of the crowd in the front row as his music fades out.
Simone: These two have been in the same ring for less than a minute and you can feel the heat.
DING DING DING
Blaque Hart and Kain stare at each other from across the ring, before charging at each other, clubbing blow after blow at each other.
Adams: This is two men who don't know the meaning of playing nice.
Kain takes advantage, smashing Blaque Hart with a forearm smash to the face before catching him with an elbow to the top of his head. The Canadian stumbles backwards and Kain charges at him, taking him down with a clothesline, but Blaque Hart springs to his feet and Kain charges at him, connecting him with another clothesline and taking him down to the canvas. Blaque Hart returns to his feet and runs towards Kain, but Kain ducks his head and lifts Blaque Hart over his head with a backbody drop, the Internet champion landing hard on his back. He sits up holding his lower spin, but Kain charges in, planting a boot to the back, forcing Blaque Hart to straighten up. Blaque Hart springs to his feet and moves away from Kain, but Kain wraps his arms around Blaque Hart from behind and lifts him over with a German suplex, crashing him back first in to the canvas. Kain arches his back, pinning Blaque Hart's shoulders down and Drew Patton drops down for the count
1..
2...
Blaque Hart forces his shoulders from the mat
Simone: Kain is determined to rip that title from Blaque Hart's hands.
Adams: Well he's going the right way about it right now.
Kain pulls Blaque Hart to his feet and catches him with a sharp jab to the jaw. He pulls back his fist again to let fly, but Blaque Hart ducks underneath it and gets behind Kain and nails the challenger with a hard shot to the back of the head. Before Kain can move away, Blaque Hart takes him in close and drops him down with a hard reverse DDT. Blaque Hart returns to his feet and bounces off the ropes and jumps high in the air, planting a leg drop across the chest of Kain. Blaque Hart returns once more to his feet, pondering his next move against Kain. As Kain sits up, Blaque Hart runs towards his and nails him with a boot to the head.
Adams: Kain's brain is how I like my eggs in the morning... scrambled.
Blaque Hart viciously pulls Kain to his feet and whips him towards the ropes, but Kain reverses, sending Blaque Hart flying in to the ropes. The champion returns as Kain drops his head, and flips over Kain with a sunset flip, pinning the challengers shoulders to the floor. Drew Patton drops down for the count
1..
2...
Kain kicks Blaque Hart off
Simone: Kain almost got caught out there.
Kain rolls on to his knees and dives at a seated Blaque Hart and catches him with a clothesline. Kain leans over Blaque Hart and nails him with hard shots to the head, but Blaque Hart flips him over and starts to nail Kain with shots to the forehead.
Adams: This one just took a nasty turn.
Kain flips Blaque Hart back on to his back and starts to drill shots at his head, planting fist after fist. Kain moves in to a full mount position and drills shots in to Blaque Hart's head. Blaque Hart covers up and pulls Kain's head in closer before hitting him with a solid short thumb to the eye! Kain gets off from Blaque Hart, holding his eyes.
Adams: A veteran move from a veteran wrestler.
Blaque Hart gets up and charges towards Kain but Kain ducks a clothesline attempt and jumps up, spinning in the air to catch Blaque Hart with an enziguri behind the head. Blaque Hart falls to his knees and Kain charges off the ropes behind him and comes back with a huge dropkick behind the head of Blaque Hart! Kain rolls Blaque Hart on to his back and Drew Patton drops down for the count
1..
2...
Blaque Hart throws a shoulder up!
Adams: Oh so close to having a new champion!
Kain looks up at the roof, slowly shaking his head before returning to his feet. He pulls Blaque Hart to his feet before dropping him with a solid DDT, bouncing the champions head off the canvas. Kain gets back to his feet, dropping a knee towards Blaque Hart's head and connects right above the eye. He pulls the champion to his feet but before he can attack, Blaque Hart blasts Kain with a boot to the knee, before grabbing his head and slamming it vicious to the floor from a standing height.
Simone: Blaque Hart has turned this in his favor once more.
A smile crosses Blaque Hart's face as he puts his boot on Kain's forehead, and scraps down, pulling at the skin above Kain's eyes. Kain rolls over holding his face but Blaque Hart stays on the attack. Blaque Hart drops down, locking Kain in a figure four arm lock, pulling the pressure on the King of Kings.
Adams: This could all end here.
Kain pulls himself towards the ropes, put Blaque Hart pulls back, tightening the hold. Kain throws his leg out, just inches from the ropes. He spins his body in a final attempt and gets his foot on the rope. Drew Patton calls for the break and Blaque Hart begrudgingly breaks the hold. He quickly gets to his feet and stomps on Kain's shoulder, trying to inflict more damage on the limb. He pulls Kain up by the targeted arm and throws him across the ring with a hip toss, followed by a strong kick to the shoulder. He grabs Kain up to his feet and pulls him close before lifting him up in a sidewalk slam position, and drops him down with a sidewalk swinging backbreaker! Blaque Hart pulls himself on top of Kain and Drew Patton drops down for the count
1..
2...
Kain pushes Blaque Hart off!
Simone: Kain's dreams nearly came to an end there.
Adams: Unless he dreamed of losing this match, which is highly unlikely!
Frustration crosses the face of Blaque Hart as he pulls Kain to his feet and throws him in to the corner, chest first with force. Kain turns around and Blaque Hart lifts him up in a scoop slam and hooks Kain upside down in the corner.
Simone: Tree of woe!
Adams: I know why they call it that...
Simone: Why?
Adams: Well have you ever seen anyone smile when they're in that position? Not me, it's all woe and sadness.
Blaque Hart steps backwards and charges towards Kain, jumping in the air with a dropkick, but Kain sits up and Blaque Hart slides in to the corner, his legs wrapping around the ring post.
Adams: Blaque Hart could be speaking with a squeaky voice for months now!
Kain pulls himself on the top rope and turns around to the ring. He jumps off with a double foot stomp, catching Blaque Hart on the chest. Kain bounces in to the middle of the ring and breathes hard, waiting for Blaque Hart to pull himself from the corner. As he does, Kain charges at him with a huge clothesline! Blaque Hart gets to his feet and Kain lifts him over and charges across the ring with a powerslam. Kain stands up, a sick, twisted smile on his face as he sits back and waits for Blaque Hart to return to his feet.
Simone: We've seen this before.
Adams: We could be looking at a new champion here in a few minutes.
Blaque Hart stumbles to his feet and Kain moves in. Kain jumps in the air and attempts The Quickening!
Simone: No!
Blaque Hart ducks the Quickening and Kain flies over Blaque Hart and crashes behind him! Blaque Hart smirks as he moves towards Kain and pulls him up to his feet. He pulls Kain in to a powerbomb position.
Adams: We know what Blaque Hart's about to do!
Blaque Hart lifts Kain in a powerbomb but Kain wiggles off him and lands behind him. He spins Blaque Hart around and nails him with the Malice!
Simone: This one is over!
Drew Patton drops down for the count
1..
2...
3!
DING DING DING!
Justin: The winner of the match, and NEW SCW Internet Champion.... Kain!
Simone: Kain has done it!
Adams: He's come back with a dream and he's seen it come true tonight!
Blaque Hart stares with anger on his face at the new champion.
Adams: But by the look on his face, this one isn't finished.
SCW WORLD TOUR 2015 CONTINUES THROUGH EUROPE AND AFRICA!
March
22nd - Climax Control - EUROPEAN LEG - Munich, Germany - Rudi-Sedlmayer-Halle
29th - Climax Control - Bucharest, Romania - Dinamo Polyvalent Hall
April
5th - Climax Control - Athens, Greece - Glyfada Indoor Hall
12th - Climax Control - Milan, Italy - Velodromo Vigorelli
19th - Climax Control - Malaga, Spain - Jose Maria Martin Carpena Arena
May
3rd - Supercard - AFRICAN LEG - Casablanca, Morroco - Salle Mohammed V
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Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SCW WORLD Bombshell Championship! Introducing first, the challenger... standing at 5 feet 7 inches and weighing in at 128 pounds, she is "The Punk Princess"... AAAAAAAAAAAAAMY MARRRRRRRSHAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLL
The arena goes suddenly dark, as a child's voice plays over the p.a, as her words also flash up on the screen in red.
I can hear you breathing
Nobody here in the cradle does that anymore
How did you get in?
Will you help me?
The bassy sounds of the drums begins to play as the cello then kicks in over the p.a and finally the guitar kicks in as green lights swirls around the entrance.
4x The boogie
The boogie
The boogie Man
The song then kicks in and Amy rushes out holding her face and then suddenly stops half way down the ramp to reveal her face. She wears a black leather surgical face mask decorated with a Cheshire Cat Smile and above that Amy Marshall is written in red and in Japanese.
Simone: Amy is taking on a tall task going against the Mean Girls streak
Adams: You can't argue Amy's chances here. Many doubted that she could win the Bombshell Roulette Championship, yet she did... twice. Many doubted she could win the Bombshell Tag Team Championship, yet she did... three times!
Simone: I'm not arguing Amy's skills, but she's got a mighty big challenge ahead of her tonight, going up against an undefeated Delia Darling. Besides, we'd be too lucky if Delia were to lose here tonight...
She then continues down the ramp, as Amy ignores the mixed reaction she gets before climbing into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd before climbing back down and heads to the corner, where she takes off the mask and waits for her opponent.
Justin Decent: And her opponent...
Before Justin can get much further into the introduction, the lights go out. There is no sound for a moment as the fans murmer. After a few seconds of dead silence, a loud, blinding explosion comes over the arena. As the effect dies down some, the purple glow of black lights comes over the venue as "Spookshow Baby" by Rob Zombie begins playing. The usual runway is not present this time, but instead, the back end of a tricked out "Dragula" monster truck on each side of the curtains can be seen, throwing flames out just above the crowd as they stare on in amazement. Even Amy stares on, a sort of contempt written across her face. After a moment, the curtains part as what appears to be a set of extras from The Walking Dead, come walking out... or perhaps extras from Resident Evil. A mammoth sized zombie comes out with a few disgusting zombies surrounding him. They look out into the audience, growling in hunger as they surround the ring. Next up is a Frankenstein creature that stumbles out and down the ramp. He is followed quickly by a werewolf creature that stops half way down the ramp, letting out a loud howl. Both come down to the ring, but not two seconds later, the curtains are thrown to the side as Delia walks out onto the ramp, dressed in what appears to be white latex fetish gear, with the red cross on her chest, and a cat-o-nine tails in her hand. She whips it around as her black lips purse in a menacing manner. She adjusts her bonnet against her black Bette Paige hair style. She looks out into the audience, one eye with a glowing white contact, and the other is black as night. She flips the whip and screams out an order at the audience before she starts her march down to the ring. She locks eyes with Amy Marshall before coming up to the werewolf, tempting him with the whip in her hands. She walks over to the Frankenstein, and plants a kiss on his cheek. He responds with a loud, incoherent string of sounds as Delia ruffles his hair. She walks over to the zombie horde as they surround her. They each grab onto a part of her body where she struggles. They begin to force themselves harder, and she growls an order at them. She shoves them away when one lunges at her, taking a chunk out of her throat. She holds at it as she gasps, crimson pouring out from the wound. She drops down to one knee as another zombie rips her arm from it's socket, and the third fights him for it as they begin to chew at her flesh. As Delia bleeds, the mammoth zombie creature lifts her up and tosses her into the ring in front of Amy, who raises an eyebrow, but cautiously keeps her distance.
Simone: Oh... my... what? What just happened?
Adams: I... I don't know... Ummm...
Justin Decent: And her opponent? From Las Vegas, Nevada, by way of Paris, France, standing at 5 feet 9 inches, and weighing in at 135 pounds, she is... DEEEEEELIA DARRRRRRRRRRLING!
Delia's body goes limp as her mouth gapes open. Amy shakes her head and walks over to Delia, unhooking the Bombshell Championship from around her as she goes to claim it for herself. Suddenly, Delia sits up, blood dripping from her mouth as well as her wounds... until her arm seems to regenerate on its own! The crowd is amazed by this as Delia stands up. She spins Amy around and then slaps her hard across the face, ripping her title from Amy's hands. She raises the belt high in the air as she orders Holly Wood to watch her back. Amy holds her hands up innocently, though she's got an enraged expression on her face. Delia holds the belt up in the air as she salutes the freaks on the outside of the ring with a loud, inhuman exclamation that doesn't even fit into the realm of explanation. Delia turns around in a half circle to show off the belt to the other side of the venue. She stands proudly when suddenly, Amy shoves past the referee and bashes Delia hard across the back with a thunderous blow, knocking the champion down to the ground. Holly Wood calls for the bell, quickly gathering the fallen World Bombshell Championship from the ground.
DING! DING! DING!
Adams: Oooh, that didn't look very pleasant for the champion.
Simone: Neither did that slap Delia delivered just a few seconds ago, but this is wrestling after all. It isn't supposed to be "pleasant".
The lights in the venue return to normal as the creatures are ordered backstage by Holly Wood. They follow their orders, disappearing, but leaving Mad Maxxine in their wake. Somehow, the amazon had travelled in the pack of freaks unnoticed. Meanwhile, Amy is still hammering away at Delia with harsh blow after blow. Holly Wood orders Amy to give Delia some space, which Amy olbiges. Delia seems incoherent still as she places a fake bloodied hand on Amy's leg, ready to pull herself up when Amy nails her hard in the face with a fist. Delia's head snaps to the side, and Amy uses this to her advantage as she charges forward with a Spinning Neckbreaker to the champion. The crowd cheers as Amy stands up over Delia, coming down with a Standing Moonsault, hooking the leg. Holly Wood drops down quickly for the count.
1!
T...KICKOUT!
Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Simone: I'm with them...
Adams: You should have expected that, just as Amy should have. Delia didn't make it for over one year undefeated by falling victim to a simple Moonsault.
Simone: Well, just like Amy, I was hoping for a miracle...
Holly holds up one finger for Amy, who nods her head, though disappointment is etched across her face. She lifts Delia off of the mat and sends her into the ropes. As she rebounds, Amy looks for a Hip Toss, but Delia plants her weight downward, stalling it. She bounces Amy's head off of her knee and looks to steal the Hip Toss, but Amy spins behind Delia, hooking her arms underneath Delia's as she brings her down into a Backslide Pin.
1!
2!
Th...KICKOUT!
Simone: I bet Delia is regretting taking Amy so lightly now, calling her a blow off challenger. This is anything but a blow off challenge.
Adams: Amy is definitely taking it to Delia, there is no doubt about that, but the champion is no stranger to a good comeback...
Holly holds two fingers up as Amy rolls her eyes. She stands up and stomps hard on Delia's chest a good five times. Delia rolls over onto her back as Holly orders some distance between them to allow Delia to get back to her feet. Amy smiles wickedly as she takes about five steps back, bowing sarcastically to Holly, allowing Delia to crawl up to her hands and knees. She takes advantage of the slight break, trying to catch her breath again as she shakes her head. She gets to one knee as Amy charges forward, looking for a punt kick. Delia grabs onto her foot and laughs in Amy's face as she stands up. She isn't prepared for Amy to hit a harsh Enziguiri that sends the champion back down to the mat. Delia shouts out in pain as she holds onto the side of her head. Amy comes toward her, and Delia rolls out of the ring. She huffs and puffs as she paces, looking at Amy in surprise. She steps back far enough to avoid a sneak attack. She shouts out in surprise at Amy's solid offense, all while demeaning her. Holly orders Delia back inside of the ring, to which Holly receives a middle finger. Holly bobs her head from side to side as she begins quickly counting Delia out.
1!
2!
3!
4!
Simone: Obviously this is what Delia wants! Look at the smile on her face!
Adams: Amy's not having it though. She's in hot pursuit of Delia now!
As Jason said, Amy rolls to the outside of the ring and begins running after Delia. Delia catches it just in time as she side steps an attempt as a Body Avalanche. Amy crashes into the barricade, but quickly recovers as she chases Delia around the ring. Delia makes it all the way around the ring before rolling back inside. Amy follows, but Delia falls down, clubbing the challenger hard across the back. She crawls on top of Amy, grabbing onto her mohawk and she begins pounding Amy's face into the mat repeatedly as Holly comes over to break it up. Delia shoves Holly away and goes back to work. Holly isn't having it as she pulls Delia right off of Amy, flinging her across the ring. Delia's mouth hangs open in surprise as she glares at Holly, who folds her arms across her chest in a daring fashion. Delia walks right over to Holly and cocks her hand back, ready to slap the referee. Holly slowly nods, further daring her to. As Delia flings her hand forward, Holly grips it hard, and Amy Leapfrogs over Holly, resting on Delia's shoulders as she brings Delia down with a Hurricanrana, locking it on for the pin.
1!
2!...KICKOUT!
Adams: That wasn't even close to three, but that Hurricanrana was impressive!
Simone: Delia is in no position to get cocky. She's barely had five seconds of an offense in the entire match. She'd better quit playing games if she wants to walk out of Copenhagen with her title around her waist.
Delia scrambles across the ring and into the corner as Amy is in hot puruit once more. Delia waves her hands innocently, pleading with Amy, but Amy isn't buying into it one bit. She leans down to grab onto Delia's hair, but Delia trips Amy up, causing her to knock her head against the second Turnbuckle. Delia grabs onto Amy's head and begins pounding it into the top turnbuckle repeatedly. Amy groans in pain as Delia continues her assault. Finally, amy mounts her foot on the middle turnbuckle, blocking another attempt. She elbow's Delia in the side, and then goes for a hit of her own. However, Delia blocks it and nails an elbow right to the side of Amy's head. Arrogantly, she knocks Amy's head into the turnbuckle, giving a slow turn with her arms up in the air, as if celebrating. As Amy comes around, Delia charges forward with a powerful Bulldog. As Amy rolls on top of her back, Delia wiggles her finger at Holly, beckoning her closer. Delia gingerly places her foot on top of Amy's chest, and her hands on her own waist. Holly rolls her eyes as she drops down for the count, but Amy gets a shoulder up before Holly can even get a one count. The crowd laughs as Delia as her face sours. She shouts out at them, even going as far as to walk over to the ropes, leaning over to taunt a fan in the front row. The fan throws popcorn at her, but before she can react, Amy is on her feet. She grabs onto the back of Delia's head to throw her down to the mat, but Delia's long blonde wig comes off. Rather than looking embarrassed, Delia looks relieved as she dumps Amy to the outside. She looks over to Maxxine with a nod of her head. Delia then walks over to Holly and begins arguing with her.,
Adams: Uh oh... what's Maxxine going to do here?
Simone: Who knows what is going on in that woman's head? But that chair in her hands doesn't look promising for Amy Marshall...
As Delia continues to argue with Holly, doing her best to distract her, Maxxine wastes no time in going up to Amy. She bashes the chair down across Amy's stomach, not once, not twice, but three monstrous times! The crowd boos as Maxxine throws the chair down next to Amy. Holly starts to turn around at the sound of the chair shots, but Delia gets in her face, keeping her attention as Maxxine rolls Amy inside of the ring. Instantly, Delia backs off of Holly and charges over to Amy, dropping down on top of her. Holly looks curiously at this as Delia shouts at her to do her job. Holly glances to the outside to the chair and questions Delia who responds loudly with "YOU SAW NOS'ING!" Holly shrugs her shoulders, still suspicious as she drops down to slowly count.
1!
2!
...
Thr...
Holly stops counting, causing Delia to shriek in frustration, questioning Holly's integrity. Holly points over to Amy's foot that is draped over the bottom rope. Delia looks over at it, her mouth hanging open in surprise. She stands up and quickly pulls Amy to the center of the ring where she retries the pin attempt.
1!
2!
Thre...KICKOUT!
Crowd: *POP!!!*
Adams: I don't believe it!
Simone: I... I don't either. Amy Marshall must be made of steel to withstand an attack like that and still kick out! And Delia is having a fit inside of the ring now.
Delia is throwing a temper tantrum inside of the ring as she slaps the back of her left hand against the palm of her hand. She shouts at Holly who just stands there, blinking in surprise at the immaturity shown from the usually demur Bombshell Champion. Delia sneers at Holly as she turns around and lifts Amy off of the mat. She shoves Amy's head between her legs, clearly looking for Le Bitch Bomb. She lifts Amy up and heads for the corner, when Amy slips down and out of Delia's grasp. She looks completely out of it, and Delia turns around, right into a Spinning Heel Kick from the challenger. Delia is more shocked than in pain as she falls down to the mat. She shakes the cobwebs out and rolls to the outside of the ring. She mutters curses in French as she walks over to the chair lying on the ground from the earlier attack. She picks it up as her anger becomes more audible. She turns around and walks toward the ring with the chair, ready to end things once and for all. As she gets closer to the ring, she is met with a Baseball Slide from the Punk Princess. She averts most of the damage, but still feels the sting against her eyebrow as a small trickle of crimson begins to flow. Delia drops the chair and reaches up to her eyebrow, patting at it softly. As she retracts and sees the blood, her eyes narrow and she looks up at Holly, shouting.
Delia: DISQUALIFY HER... NOW!
Simone: *Gasp* The gall of Delia to order Holly to disqualify Amy!
Adams: Well, she did do a Baseball Slide right into a steel chair. As far as I knew, this wasn't a hardcore match.
Simone: Oh, it isn't? Then maybe someone should let Delia and Thing Two over there know that. Delia was about to use the chair on Amy! It's fair play!
Holly thinks it over for a second as Amy shouts "You've got to be kidding me!" Holly looks to Amy apologetically as she raises her hand in the air, ready to call for the bell. However, at the last second, she flips Delia off and then narrows her eyes, mouthing "I saw nothing..." before starting the count out.
Crowd: *Deafening POP!!!*
Adams: WHAT?!
Simone: Haha! YES! I think I might have a girl crush on Holly right now.
Delia folds her arms across her chest, ready to accept the count out that will keep the title around her waist. Amy isn't about to have any part of this as she launches herself over the top rope with a Suicide Dive that plants Delia hard into the barrier, but at the cost of hurting herself in the process. Both ladies lie prone on the outside as the fans are on their feet. Holly restarts her count.
1!
2!
3!
Amy starts to stir, and the crowd begins chanting her name loudly. She pulls herself up a little, using the barrier as leverage, but only collapses once more.
4!
5!
6!
Delia kicks her foot up as if trying to avoid a pin, clearly out of it. But, it does allow her to slowly slide out from under Amy. She looks around and crawls over toward the ring as Amy reaches out to grab onto her foot.
7!
8!
Delia slides inside of the ring, pulling free from Amy.
9!
Simone: Don't tell me it's come down to this... Amy has come too far here and...
9!
9!
Delia jumps up and down to celebrate until it hits her what has just happened. Delia shouts out at Holly who responds in turn with "9!" for a fourth time.
Simone: Ha! That about makes up for the chair incident earlier, and the clear defiance from the champion.
Adams: Holly Wood should be suspended for that! Delia had the match won!
Delia scoffs and is ready to walk over to Holly once more, but Amy is on the apron now, and she catapults herself off with a Vaulting Cross Body to the back of the champion, swiftly knocking her down to the mat. She grabs onto the back of Delia's stocking cap, ripping it off for leverage. She pounds Delia's head into the mat several times, each time eliciting a loud cheer from the audience. Holly preens her nails for a second before rolling her eyes. She begins a half-hearted count, making it to "4!" before Amy lets go. Delia's nose is busted open and she is holding onto her face as she hollers in pain. Amy peels Delia off of the mat, and out of nowhere, she hits the Bad Girl! Delia is out cold on the mat as Amy drops down on top of Delia. Holly drops down for the count.
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Crowd: *SUPER POP!*
Justin Decent: Here is your winner and NEW SCW WORLD BOMBSHELL CHAMPION... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMY MARRRRRRRRRRRRRRSHALLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!
Simone: She did it! Amy Marshall is our new champion!
Adams: I almost can't believe it, and I don't think Amy can either!
Justin Decent hands the World Bombshell Championship to Amy Marshall who hugs it to her chest. She practically drops down to the mat in shock, but she quickly composes herself. Amy raises the belt high above her head as she walks around the ring. The crowd roars in approval as she works each turnbuckle, getting the crowd behind her. She poses for the audience before going on to the next turnbuckle. As she works all six, she continues around the ring once before climbing out to the apron. She leaps down to the outside and slaps a few hands on the outside like a rock star as she works her way around. Inside of the ring, Delia begins to stir, turning over onto her stomach as she lifts hersef up. She looks confused, causing Amy to smirk. Once Amy gets back to the ramp, she slowly walks up it backward, waiting for Delia to notice. Once she does, Delia furls her brows as she stares at Amy. Delia looks over to the timekeepers table. She looks to Amy who raises the belt up as if rubbing it in Delia's face.
Simone: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, if looks could kill, Amy would be six feet under right now.
Adams: I don't think it's settled in yet. I think it might take...
Delia: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Adams: Nope, there is it...
Delia shrieks and growls in anger as she marches over to the ropes. She shouts out for Amy to bring HER belt back. She looks to Holly for an explanation. Holly shrugs her shoulders and informs her of the decision. This causes Delia's head to shake as she refuses to believe it. The more Holly insists, the more Delia starts screaming. Delia begins throwing a tantrum as she walks to the corner, ripping turnbuckles off, stomping and shrieking. She totally loses it, ripping, flailing, and stomping wildly. The crowd laughs at her, which causes her to stop. She walks around the ring shaking her head and shouting to the contrary. She folds her arms over her chest as she paces, refusing to leave the ring.
Simone: Delia is refusing to leave the ring until she gets the championship back. Talk about a sore loser.
Adams: It's no threat, and I think the bosses know that. Security is coming down as we speak.
Security brushes past Amy as Delia goes back to losing it. Security enters the ring and manages to get Delia under control as they quickly bring her to the ring. She kicks and screams, trying to stay inside, but to no avail. This gives Amy a good laugh. Delia sees this and directs her anger at Amy. Amy blows her a kiss in a very taunting manner, before ending it with a right middle finger. The crowd laughs as Amy disappears behind the curtains as security continues to slowly move Delia back toward the curtains.
Inside the ring is a set up for what is to be the official divorce paper signing between Bruce and Kimberly Evans. In the middle of the ring a brown table and the paper work lays on the center of it. Two chairs on either side as well. The camera pans around the place to show all the fans waiting in anticipation as to what's about to go down. Will this drama finally and officially end tonight? "Points of Authority" by Linkin Park starts to play over the sound system which quickly sends the crowd into a chorus of boos as the all to familiar theme song for Bruce Evans jumps into it's lyrics. The camera catches a few fans looking completely irate as they're aware of who's about to appear. After a few more seconds of the cameras showing the fans in protest and disgust the focus is now on the entrance way as from the back appears Bruce Evans. He has a huge and cocky grin on his face as he stands at the top of the entrance looking around at the crowd with that smug look on his face. Bruce is wearing an all white suit and looks as if he's attending a wedding or some other fancy event. White slacks, white shoes, a white shirt with a red vest over it with a red tie and a white jacket as well. In his right hand he is carrying a bouquet of red roses which he sniffs before taking his walk down the ramp. As he walks towards the ring he completely ignored the nasty remarks being tossed at him from the crowd and he just goes straight for the ring. He walks up the ring steps and enters the ring through the middle ropes. He walks around the ring for a few seconds taking in the tremendous amount of heat from these fans and all he can do is smile as his music begins to fade out. He is handed a microphone from the outside from Justin as he taps the top of it to make sure it works before he looks around at the frenzy of fans before him and begins to speak.
Bruce Evans: Denmark!!!
The fans surprisingly give him a mixed reaction with that very obvious attempt at a cheap pop. Bruce just smiles and shakes his head before he continues.
Bruce Evans: Been far too long since I've been in a place as lovely as this, I see why you people are always so damn happy!
The crowd pops again this time more cheering as Bruce continues smiling. He walks around the ring for a second or two smelling the roses and laughing. He seems to be a bit out of it.
Bruce Evans: So okay, enough of that for now. Let's get down to the real reason I'm out here, and trust me it ain't to stand here and make you all feel better about your sad pathetic lives. If I were to do that we'd be out here all night, and we just ain't got the time...
The crowd's reaction quickly turns into that of which Bruce is more familiar with, boos. The cocky grin on his face goes from a one to ten in a second as he holds the microphone down to his side and begins walking towards the table. Reaching the table he sits the roses on top of the paper work in the middle of the table. He then holds the microphone back towards his mouth and looks towards the entrance way.
Bruce Evans: So let's do this. It's the moment she's been waiting for. The moment where she can in public embarrass me while at the same time get her little lime light she so desperately seeks. Ladies and gentlemen without further ado. Ladies and gentlemen the always lovely, and the always willing.... to do WHATEVER it is you ask of her. I give you, Mrs. Kimberly Evans...
"Do it Like A Dude" by Jessie J starts to kick in over the sound system and the crowd lets out a huge pop for the former A.S.W. Women's Champion. The camera pans around showing the huge amount of support for the newest member of the bombshell roster as she walks out from the back to an even larger pop. She's got a huge smile on her face and looks to be overwhelmed by the support she's been receiving as of late with all of this nonsense that has been happening around her. She stands there smiling and waving at the fans before she begins her walk towards the ring. She's wearing tight pink leather pants, tall white pumps, and a low cut white top which leaves nothing to the imagination. Her hair tied up in a bun and her big hoops hanging from her ears. She walks around the ring tagging hands with the fans before walking over to Justin Decent who is standing outside the ring and whispers something in his ears with a seductive and playful smile. He grabs her by the arms and the two walk arm in arm to the ring steps. Justin walks up the steps first followed by Kimberly as he enters the ring, holding the ropes open for her to enter. She lets out a huge smile as she enters and sees the look of jealously and bitterness on Bruce's face. Bruce scoffs at Justin as Mr. Decent hands Kimberly her own microphone and leaves the ring. "Do It Like A Dude" fades out as chants of "KIM KIM KIM!: flood the place. She looks at Bruce and smiles, he just looks down at his feet in shame. Kimberly takes a few steps around the ring before she begins to speak to the rowdy crowd.
Kimberly Evans: Denmark, from the very bottom of my heart I Thank YOU for the very warm and welcoming response!
The place grows with even louder cheers and KIM chants. Kimberly looks shocked as she looks at Bruce who seems jealous. She just laughs a little before continuing.
Kimberly Evans: So I'm not going to be like him and try to garner some "cheap" reaction, I mean who has the time for that? I'm out here to put an end to all this madness that is.... DIVORCE!
Again the fans pop forcing her to pause as she walks over to the table. She moves the roses off the paper work and picks up the forms. She quickly browses through them as Bruce walks over towards her and picks up the roses. He sniffs them again and looks at Kimberly with a very seductive glare, she looks away trying to avoid eye contact with him as she goes forward.
Kimberly Evans: So not too long ago I presented one Mr. Bruce Evans with these very papers. Well not the actual same ones because those were ripped and thrown at me, but nevertheless you get the gist of it. Now Bruce as I promised all these people, and all the people around the world... if you refused to sign them again I would expose a very dark secret of your's!
The crowd breaks into a chant of "What's his secret?" as Bruce who looks humiliated just places his hand over his face and wipes his mouth. Kimberly gives him that I'm winning look as she continues.
Kimberly Evans: So I've looked over the papers and.... looks like all is in order and we are rea....
Bruce cuts her off as he takes a whip at the microphone and knocks it out of her hand. Her microphone hits the canvas making a loud THUD as the place erupts into boos. Kimberly looks around and seems a bit confused as well as scared as Bruce stands there staring her right in the eyes and smiling. He looks around at the fans before kneeling before Kimberly on one knee and looking up to her smiling. The fans begin to boo a he reaches in his right pants pocket and pulls out a little white box. He opens up the box and as the camera zooms in on it, there is a huge and beautiful diamond ring. Kimberly looks both surprised and overcome with joy as a tear or two begins to fall from her eyes. With a huge and confident smile on his face Bruce takes one of her hands and begins to talk. The building is still over run with boos and chants of "PLEASE DON'T DO IT!"
Bruce Evans: Okay so here's the deal and I don't really give a damn what you people think about it so tone it down a notch.
The boos pick up as Bruce just continues. His eyes glistening as he talks to his "wife".
Bruce Evans: Kimberly I know I've put you through hell and back and these past few months have been pure hell for you, and.... I AM SORRY.
"Please Don't Trust Him!" chants flood the place as he continues, he actually looks sincere.
Bruce Evans: Bottom line is I.... I fucked up baby and I finally realized how empty my world is without you. There's simply no me without you, and I know deep down inside you feel the same. I guess what I'm trying to say is....
The crowd is in a total frenzy as he looks down at the ring and then back up at Kimberly. The tears really begin falling from her face as she begins to get more emotional. Shockingly tears begin forming around the eyes of Bruce as well as he continues.
Bruce Evans: Kimberly Mary Beth Evans.... WILL YOU MARRY ME.... AGAIN!?!
The crowd's chants of "Please don't do it!" pick up again as Kimberly whose face is now turning red looks around at the fans reaction then back down to her husband. He holds the microphone up to her while still on one knee. Just before she nods her head yes much to the disappointment of the fans and is about to speak, some unknown music cuts in. The cameras as well as the fans, Bruce, and Kimberly turn their attention to the entrance where Bruce's former bodyguard Chase Cox stands. The fans actually give him a mixed reaction as in the ring the couple look shocked. Chase is still ripped and looks like the meat head he is as he stands there looking at the crowd then back at the Evan. He's wearing tight blue jean, black boots, a black tank top and his hair in its normal form of blonde and very spiky. He already has a microphone in his hand as his music fade out and he begins to speak.
Chase Cox: Bruce Bruce Bruce.... We don't really want to do this do we?
Chase pauses and smiles as he looks down the ring at Bruce. Bruce looks at Kimberly and the two seem very upset and surprised.
Chase Cox: Kimberly, you don't have to expose Bruce's or anyone else's secrets for that matter. Because I am out here to tell the world one of my own....
Bruce quickly pops up off his knee to stop Chase from continuing. He holds a hand out towards Chase and begins to talk with a very serious and passionate look in his eyes.
Bruce Evans: Alright.... that's enough Chase! Now is not the time, and it's definitely not the place!
Chase Cox stands there smiling and nodding his head as Bruce walk over and tries to console a seemingly upset and shaken Kimberly by rubbing her shoulders. She backs away from him and look uncomfortable as Chase continues.
Chase Cox: Oh no? I think it's the perfect time, the perfect place.
Bruce begins heading out of the ring in a panic as Kimberly begins crying pretty hard now. The fans are in a roar with anticipation of Chase's announcement. As Bruce exits the ring with the microphone towards his mouth and begins heading towards Chase who has a huge smile on his face.
Bruce Evans: Don't do it Chase, now here not now please?!?
Bruce finally reaches the top of the entrance with Chase and begins talking to him with the microphone held down to his side. He appears to be begging as Chase just holds his microphone to his mouth.
Chase Cox: The world needs to know this Bruce, and I'm not ashamed. I'm tired of hiding my true feelings.
Bruce pleads and begs with Chase once more as Chase looks down for a second then back up and continues.
Chase Cox: Bruce and I... We're in LOVE! I love you baby!
The place erupts into cheers and boos as the shock hit the air. In the ring a distraught Kimberly falls to her knees and begins to throw a tantrum on the canvas. Bruce who looks extremely pissed knocks Chase's microphone out of his hand and begins yelling at him. Chase just smiles and looks around at the response from the crowd. With Bruce continuing to yell Chase just grabs him and plants a long hard passionate kiss right in the mouth and Bruce doesn't seem to mind after all. The fans begin booing now as the "couple" takes one last look in the ring at Kimberly who is absolutely losing it and turn their backs to disappear behind the curtain. In the ring Kimberly who is on her knees holds the ring Bruce intended on giving her and jut looks at it with black mascara tears running down her cheeks.
Pussy Willow waits holding a microphone in the backstage area.
Pussy: Tonight, we've seen some amazing action including brand new Bombshell, Bombshell Internet, Internet, Tag Team and Bombshell Roulette champions crowned, plus new Blast From The Past winners, but up next, we have the biggest prize of them all on the line, The World Heavyweight championship. My guest at this time is none other than the champion himself, Gabriel.
Gabriel steps in to the camera shot.
Gabriel: I got this...
Gabriel waves Pussy Willow off camera. She looks at Gabriel and before slowly walking away. Gabriel looks down the camera.
Gabriel: Finally, the time for talking is over, the time for words to get exchanged has been and gone. Time has run out for two men, time is finished for both Drexel Matheson and you Sean Jackson. You have both been thorns in my side for long enough, you have both done everything possible to get under my skin, but tonight, it's all over.
Gabriel looks deeply in to the camera.
Gabriel: Matheson, you are one match well and truly out of your depth in this match, and you Sean, I think you know deep down that this is your last chance, your last shot at getting your hands on my gold, but here's a big spoiler alert for you Sean. Your time has come and gone, it's passed and it's never coming back. It will never find it's way back to you.
Gabriel points at the title belt over his shoulder.
Gabriel: There's been a lot of titles going to new homes today, heading off to a different part of the world next week, but this title belt, this one is going nowhere, nowhere at all. Now the stage is set, these people can not wait any longer, the time is here. Matheson, Jackson, it's time to roll yourself down to the ring, because it's time for me to put you both in your places. Watch closely Andrew Watts, because once I'm done with these two, you're next.
Gabriel smiles at the camera.
Gabriel: May God have mercy on your souls.... cause I will not!
Gabriel turns and walks away as the camera cute back to ringside.
Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following Triple Threat match is the Main Event of Blaze of Glory IV! It is scheduled for one fall to a finish, and it is for the Sin Cit Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd cheers!
The arena lights dim when the music of Hanz Zimmer "My Enemy" begins to play, the crowd look towards the entrance ramp in anticipation, the curtain is pulled aside by the sociopathic loner known as Matheson. He stands in front of the entrance with his arms raised up to his side, glancing around at the audience in attendance whilst doing so, Matheson lowers his arms and begins his slow walk towards the ring.
Justin: From the far reaches of the Encephalon, weighing in at 244 pounds, he is the inhuman monster! THIS! IS! MATH-E-SON!
Matheson walks around the ring before rolling underneath the bottom rope, getting up to his feet he walks over to the side of the ring and raises his arms again, the crowd give him a mixed reaction from that side of the auditorium. Matheson walks across the ring and raises his arms again, the crowd give their reaction towards the inhuman monstrum. He walks over to his corner to take his leather jacket and tied plaid shirt off his waist, handing it to the timekeeper through the ropes before sitting down in corner with his head resting on the second turnbuckle awaiting the start of the match. Voice Over: "Copenhagen, 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...
"If 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
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 his wife Pamela Duke-Jackson. Jackson is motionless while Pamela moves to his side and plants a kiss on his cheek. Sean is completely focused, his face adorned with a serious look while Pamela finishes the kiss and turns towards the camera.
"Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord."
His face remains stoic as Vanessa and Marshall Owens step into view, taking up positions behind them. After soaking up the reaction for a few moments, he motions that it's finally time to make their way to the ring. Justin: Coming down the aisle, accompanied by Pamela Duke-Jackson, Vanessa and Marshall Owens! From Dallas, Texas, weighing 220 pounds ... 'the Mental Rapist' Sean Jackson! 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. Pamela is still wearing the short black dress while Vanessa has on a low cut blood red dress with a long slit showing off her well toned legs and cleavage while Jackson has on a black shirt with the HSI logo on the front. He is also wearing black trunks with red HSI lettering with gold trim. Of course, Marshall is the only one in a suit with tie.
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 Pamela and 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. Justin: And their opponent...! "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. The crowd wait in anticipation, and the figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, the a huge chorus of boos. Justin: From London, England, weighing 230 pounds, he is the current reigning and DEFENDING Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion ... GABRIEL! Gabriel is wearing a leather jacket, down to his heels with a hood attached. He 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 reaches down, opening his long coat, pulling it apart, revealing the SCW Heavyweight title belt. He puts his arms to his side as boos with some scattered cheers fill the arena. Gabriel 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 stands inside. He takes the title belt from his waist and holds it up high for both Drexel and Sean to see, pointing a forefinger at himself. Simone: Gabriel pointing out to both challengers that he is the champion, not they, and there is a reason for it. Adams: Just ring the bell already! If've been waiting all night for this one! Simone: Everybody has. We've already seen numerous title changes here tonight. Will there be yet another here in the Main Event? Gabriel passes the SCW championship belt over to the hands of Jasmine St. John who first shows it off to the two challengers, then holds it up high for everyone to see. Simone: And that is what it's all about! The World Heavyweight Championship is up for grabs! Jasmine passes the belt out to the hands of Justin Decent and she then calls for the bell.
Ding!
And the Main Event for the World title is now underway!
Ding!
Ding!
At the sound of the opening bell, both Sean Jackson as well as Drexel Matheson start to edge closer towards Gabriel who backs up towards the ropes, maneuvering along as the two challengers slowly close in.
Simone: This is what had to have been a concern for the champion. In a match such as this with more than one challenger, he has a target painted directly on his forehead.
Adams: And here all this time If've been thinking he just needed a shot of Clearasil.
Sean and Drexel share a knowing 'look' and then direct their respective gazes at the champion before they rush in, attacking full on! Gabriel fights to defend himself as best he can, greeting the charging Sean Jackson with a swift elbow to the face that sends him staggering back and then nails Drexel Matheson with an uppercut to the jaw that knocks the hardcore heavy hitter to his back!
Adams: Gabriel's not doing too badly for himself!
Sean comes in again and he and Gabriel begin exchanging blows, trading lefts and rights to one another's heads and faces as the crowd cheers, liking none of the men involved but eager for the violence and potential bloodshed! Gabriel brings an arm up to block Sean's right hand and goes to deliver his own, but the recovered Drexel Matheson dive tackles the champion from behind, driving him down to the mat where he and Sean Jackson immediately go to work, wearing the champion down with a melee of boots to the body!
Simone: And now Gabriel is in dire trouble.
Adams: Now? You say that like he wasn't before!
Sean reaches down and grabs a handful of Gabriel's hair and drags him up to his feet where he and Matheson scoop the world champion up off of his feet and drive him down into the mat with a double scoop slam. Gabriel sits up, only to be dragged into the near corner where Drexel begins laying in the boots as Sean yells, directing traffic. Sean then moves in himself and presses a boot down into Gabriel's throat, choking him out until the champion is hanging halfway out of the ring.
Simone: If Gabriel doesn't figure out a way to counter this constant double teaming, his title reign will be over before he's even aware!
Sean grabs Gabriel by the feel and drags him all of the way back inside of the ring, then takes hold of his legs and falls back, catapulting the champion right into a hard clothesline by Drexel Matheson!
Adams: Oh it sucks to be Gabriel right now!
Simone: If have to admit that If never expected this kind of teamwork between Drexel and Sean, especially considering how Matheson basically stole this title shot right out from under Sean's nose!
The crowd boos viciously at the celebration of the two challengers at the expense of Gabriel! Drexel then runs right over and past the fallen Gabriel, and he delivers a boot to Sean's gut, doubling him over, then slaps on a double-arm DDT!
Adams: And so did Sean Jackson apparently!
Drexel immediately covers the fallen Sean Jackson, tightly hooking the near leg!
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Gabriel dives on top of Drexel, breaking it up before he has the chance to gain the possible win!
Simone: That is without a doubt the hardest part of winning a triple threat match because you have to constantly keep an eye out for that third man in order to get the victory.
Drexel then goes after Gabriel in anger and the two begin to trade punches, and the harder edged Drexel Matheson gets the upper hand, first raking the champion's eyes and then beating him down to his knees with a flurry of fists to the head! Drexel then grabs Gabriel by the arm and Irish whips him into the ropes. Gabriel comes off for a high cross body but Drexel rolls right through and ends up on top, hooking the legs and a handful of tights!
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Gabriel jumps to his feet and gets in the referee's face, shouting at her but Jasmine shouts right back! Gabriel pokes her in the chest but she slaps his hand away from her person! Suddenly Drexel clotheslines Gabriel from behind, knocking through the ropes and out of the ring! Sean Jackson sneaks up from behind like a snake and rolls Drexel up and has a handful of Matheson's loose jeans!
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Gabriel manages to roll out of the pin attempt and he ends up on top of Drexel now, and his own feet on the ropes for leverage!
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Jasmine sees Gabriel's feet on the ropes and stops her count!
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Drexel kicks out!
Adams: Boy none of these men are being shy about trying for cheap wins!
Simone: That is exactly how much all three of them want that cherished world title!
"The Mental Rapist" starts stomping down on Matheson before he can recover, then drops to his knees and unloads a punishing number of fists into Drexel's exposed face. Sean pulls the second challenger up onto a vertical base and throws Matheson into the corner as his 'entourage' cheers him on. Sean then mounts the corner, pinning Matheson in and he starts firing away with shots to the skull as the fans count along!
Crowd: One! Two! Three! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!
Sean Irish whips Drexel into the far corner and comes charging in, colliding with Matheson with an 'Awesome' clothesline! Sean then stomps on Drexel, driving him down to the canvas. Jasmine pulls him off but Sean turns around to confront her and shouts in her face;
Sean: What are you going to do!? Disqualify me!?
Simone: He's got a point! In these triple threat matches, it's pretty much anything goes.
Sean turns back to continue his assault and pulls Drexel up from the corner and scoops him up for a body slam and then drops a leg across the neck, and covers him again.
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"The Mental Rapist" starts getting frustrated and he tosses Matheson to the outside and follows out after him!
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Drexel kicks out.
Adams: Oh this is where things are about to get good!
Before Jackson can go to work on Matheson on the outside, Gabriel attacks Sean from behind, knocking him to the floor with a running high knee to the back! Gabriel then grabs Sean beats his head off of the announce table, the top of Jackson's forehead striking the monitor.
Adams: Jasmine has lost all control of the match!
Simone: She may as well just let them fight.
Gabriel Irish whips Sean into the barricade, and lands a couple shots to his ribs.
Adams: Hey am If crazy or has Sean Jackson been busted open?
Simone: Yes and yes! That shot to the head on our table has opened "the Mental Rapist" up!
Gabriel then turns around and clotheslines Drexel Matheson to the arena floor as he was attempting to get back up and get back into the fight. The World Champion does the cut-throat sign, and he picks up Matheson for a vertical suplex onto the concrete but Drexel powers out and reverses it with his own suplex, slamming Gabriel down hard!
Adams: Owww! And we don't have padding on the outside like those pussy whipped promotions like WWE!
Drexel rises but a bloodied Sean Jackson then clubs him from behind and sends him into the post! Sean rolls Drexel back inside of the ring, and covers him.
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Sean then scoop slams Drexel and goes to the top rope.
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Drexel gets his shoulder up off of the mat.
Simone: High risk territory here but if Sean Jackson wants to become a two-time champion, then its a necessary evil.
Sean crotches, sizing Matheson up, when Gabriel jumps up and pushes him off of his perch, and Sean goes flying off and smacks right off of the barricade!
Adams: He was too focused on Drexel and forgot all about Gabriel!
Gabriel then climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps off, taking out Matheson with a big missile dropkick! He makes the cover, jackknifing Matheson in half!
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Drexel gets a shoulder up!
Simone: Oh god that was close!
Gabriel takes Drexel and throws him into the corner. Gabriel runs in but gets floored by a springboard clothesline from Sean!
Simone: If can not believe Sean Jackson is back up after that nasty fall!
Adams: He wants the title and he wants it B-A-D!
Sean quickly rolls Gabriel up into a cradle!
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Drexel kicks Sean in the gut, and then throws "the Mental Rapist" back into the corner and wraps both hands around Jackson's throat, choking him viciously! Drexel then begins digging his nails into Sean's wound, worsening the blood flow as Jackson's face is masked in crimson!
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Drexel breaks up the count!
Adams: That guy is twisted!
Drexel then grabs Sean's arm and goes 'Old School' on the top rope. He jumps off with an elbow onto Jackson's arm, knocking him down to his knees! Matheson races off of the ropes and connects with a shining wizard knee strike! Drexel covers him!
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Drexel sets Sean's head between his knees and drives him down with a jackknife power bomb!
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Gabriel then grabs Drexel from behind and brings him over with a bridging German Suplex!
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Sean kicks out!
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Gabriel comes off the middle rope with a leg drop, breaking it up!
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3 - NO! Drexel gets his shoulder up!
Simone: If can't believe the number of near falls that we've seen!
Adams: This has been a great match!
Gabriel hits a side Russian leg sweep on Drexel. Gabriel grabs Drexel and goes for an Irish whip but Drexel reverses it and hits a spine buster, rolling over into a cover!
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Drexel heads up to the top rope and leaps off for a frog splash but Gabriel brings his knees up! Drexel crashes down onto them and the champion rolls him right up into an inside cradle!
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Gabriel kicks out!
Adams: Its over!
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3 - NO! Sean Jackson breaks it up!
Adams: So close!
Sean hits Drexel from behind with a double axe handle and a knee lift that rocks Drexel's head back in a painful fashion. Sean then grabs Drexel in a full nelson and burns his forehead across the top rope, making a yell of pain escape Drexel's lips as he gets a nasty rope burn on his face! Sean gouges Drexel's eyes and then Irish whips him into the ropes. They both go for a double clothesline and connect, bringing each other down hard!
Simone: Well who didn't see THAT coming?
Adams: Show of hands?
Jasmine looks down to both men, neither of whom are moving, and she starts the count.
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Adams: Hey wait a minute! What happens if she reaches ten?
Simone: If imagine then Gabriel will win by referee decision.
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The two gladiators engage in a slugfest, trading hard blows until Drexel blocks a right hand and drives a knee into Sean's stomach and quickly takes him over with an overhead belly to belly, but as he stands Gabriel runs up from behind and bulldogs Drexel down into the mat!
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Drexel gets to his feet.
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Sean gets up.
Adams: Can this match get any more bitchin'!?
Gabriel leaps over Matheson's prone form and jumps off the ropes with a springboard Lionsault. Gabriel then goes outside of the ring and stands on the apron, waiting. Drexel Matheson slowly stands up and as he does, Gabriel jumps onto the ropes and takes Drexel down with a Springboard Hurricanranna! The champion dives atop of Drexel, hooking both legs tightly!
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3 - NO! Pamela grabs Jasmine by the foot and drags her out of the ring!
Simone: THAT BITCH!
Adams: She just saved the match for her husband!
Jasmine turns and confronts Pamela who gets right in the referee's face! Pamela shoves her back a step when Jasmine, having had enough, plants both hands on the wife of Sean Jackson and shoves her right into Vanessa, knocking both women down to the floor at Marshall Owens's feet!
Adams: And THAT'S what happens when you piss Jasmine St. John off!
As Marshall assists both ladies on the outside, Jasmine climbs back inside just as Gabriel brings Drexel down face-first with the X-Factor! Gabriel rolls him over into a cover!
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3 - NO! Sean Jackson makes the save!
Simone: Damn it! If thought it was over!
Adams: Not if Sean Jackson has anything to say about it!
Sean scoops Gabriel up and over his shoulders in a Torture Rack position, but swings him off and plants him down in an Inverted Death Valley Driver!
Adams: Hook Em Horns Driver!
Sean stands up and notices Drexel beginning to rise on his hands and knees and the "Mental Rapist" gets a sick and twisted sneer on his face.
Simone: If he is thinking what If think he is, then it's about to be lights out for Drexel Matheson!
Sean charges off of the ropes for added and momentum and SLAMS a hard knee into the back of Drexel Matheson's neck!
Adams: Game Called Due To Darkness! It is over!
But just before Sean can go for the cover, Gabriel catches him with a double knee jawbreaker!
Simone: Gabriel with the Believe This!
The maneuver's momentum causes Sean to roll over and fall to the floor! Gabriel takes full advantage of Sean Jackson's own finisher and covers Drexel Matheson!
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The bell rings and the crowd jeers!
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Justin: Here is your winner, and STILL Sin City Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion ... GABRIEL!!!
The crowd both boos AND cheers for such a spectacular and outstanding main event as the championship belt is passed back to Gabriel who holds it high above his head while Sean Jackson is fuming on the outside!
Simone: What a match! And what a way to bring the fourth annual Blaze of Glory to a close!
Adams: Gabriel faced two challengers and he's still the champion!
As Sean begrudgingly leaves the ringside area with his group, and Drexel slowly rolls to the outside, Gabriel climbs the corner and raises the gold title belt up high, pointing to it and then at himself while the fans go wild! The fans start to boo as Andrew Watts appears at the top of the ramp, slow clapping the champion.
Simone: Andrew Watts is here, he knows he gets to headline the next supercard with the champion.
Adams: And after seeing off Matheson and Jackson, we could be looking at the two men who will be putting it all on the line
Gabriel stares down at Watts on the entrance ramp and smirks, holding his title in the air.
Simone: That's all we have time for, we'll see you in two weeks in Munich, Germany!
Thank you! To Chris, Mark, Erik, Andy, Wong, The Lord MK, Vixen, Marge, Sean Jackson, Mikey Impact, Kris Halc, Krissy Filapovich, Nat McKinley, Mercedes, Jenny, Blaque Hart. Also to Vixen for the great match banners and to all involved in making SCW a success!