The crowd is alive with energy inside of Salle Mohammed V in Casablanca, Morocco. 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 Moroccan singer and song writer, Houda Saad.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the famed Salle Mohammed V in Casablanca, Morocco! And welcome to the Supercard Spectacular ... Mayhem In Morocco!

The fans in attendance cheer!

Justin: Now to sing the Moroccan National Anthem, please help me welcome ... Houda Saad!

The fans are on their feet, cheering the famed Moroccan recording artist! Justin passes the house microphone to her and as the soft music begins to play, Houda opens the show up in true patriotic fashion.

Houda: Manbita al-ah.ra-r
Mashriqa al-anwa-r
Muntadá as-su'dadi wa-h.ima-h
Dumta muntada-h wa-h.ima-h
‘Ishta fi- il-awta-n
Lil-‘ula- ‘unwa-n
Mil'a kulli jana-n
Dhikrá kulli lisa-n
Bir-ru-h.i, bil-jasadi
Habba fata-k labbá nida-k
Fi- fami- wa-fi- dami-
Hawa-ka tha-ra nu-r wa-na-r
Ikhwati- hayya- lil-‘ula- sa‘ya-
Nushhidi id-dunya- anna huna- nah.ya-
Alla-h,, al-malik

The song ends and the crowd cheers! Houda smiles and takes a bow before she 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 Mayhem in Morocco, live from the beautiful city of Casablanca, I'm Belinda Simone.

Adams: And I've got that Friday feeling but it's Sunday, but you can call me Jason Adams.

Simone: When we bring you supercards, we really bring you supercards and tonight, we're bringing it with thirteen matches and we start with a change to the listed schedule!

Adams: That's right, a match has been bumped to the top of the card tonight. The staff put their heads together and decided we should open this show with the first ever King Of The Hill match. Despayre, Sean Jackson, Alex Kaelin, Gavin Stephens, Joshua Acquin, Old Skool and Drexel Matheson will all be trying to climb the ladder to earn a contract for any championship match, for them to cash in as they choose, with so much on the line, these men will give it their all.

Simone: Bombshell Roulette championship on the line as Natalie McKinley looks to defend

Adams: Natalie McKinley has dominatated since her return to SCW, picking up a great victory over Mercedes Vargas to capture the championship, tonight, she has to defend that championship against The Rose Goddess, Crystal Hilton.

Simone: What's good for the men is also good for the women, as next up, we have a Queen of the Hill match.

Adams: Same prize at the end as the King Of The Hill match. Four women will be battling for the top prize as Keira Fisher, Mikah, Traci Patterson and Jade Manendez-Arcador will all be going all out to claim one hell of a prize.

Simone: Tag Titles are up next, and this match isn't gonna be for the PG brigade.

Adams: Champions R.O.A.R and challengers Dying Breed have been destroying each other for weeks and it all ends here tonight. The rivalry has got people talking and neither team want to suffer the agony of losing to their hated rivals. When you throw the tag titles on the line too, all four men will be looking at not only winning, but hurting their opponents.

Simone: Steve Ramone was rehired not too long ago and tonight, he steps in the ring with a man who he claims was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Adams: The very mysterious Damian The Dark Defender was viciously beaten down by Steve Ramone and his bodyguards not too long ago, and the challenge was issued. The Dark Defender will get his chance to get a measure of revenge on a much changed Steve Ramone.

Simone: If you don't like seeing blood, the next match will make you want to leave the room.

Adams: Barbed wired brawl between two men with a vast history, spanning back to the AWA. Goth returned to SCW, taking out former employee Chris Shipman, and a barbed wire brawl was signed. Both men are familiar with violence to the extreme and both men will be trying to prove they are the most violent in SCW. This one isn't gonna be for the faint of heart!

Simone: The Mean Girls, Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez have been Bombshell Tag Team champions for a long time, and tonight, they put the gold on the line.

Adams: Candy Overton and Cynthia Warren have teamed on a few occasions, with Candy's eyes firmly on the gold and dethroning one of the most hated teams in SCW. Candy and Cindy are determined, but the Mean Girls are champions for a reason. Will Candy's determination drive her team to victory?

Simone: Twisted Sister is one who really does live up to her name, and tonight, she has free reign to be just that.

Adams: She's targeted Delia Darling, leader of The Mean Girls and went to war on the former Bombshell champions face. Tonight, there are no rules for these two women, as it was signed a falls count anywhere, no DQ, no count out, no holds barred, knock down drag out fight. For this reason, SCW has hired extra medical staff because this is not gonna end well for one of these ladies.

Simone: Kris Halc feels that he's a nobody, but he's a nobody with a championship belt and he puts that Internet championship on the line.

Adams: In Milan, Halc defeated the man known as Kain to become SCW's Internet championship, tonight, Kain gets a chance for redemption. We've known Kain long enough to know that he will be going all out to get his title belt back around his waist, and we know he fights like a cornered animal. If Kris can defeat Kain, he will get his wish of being noticed more in SCW.

Simone: Clash of the egos is probably the best way to describe our next match on the card.

Adams: That's putting it lightly, star of the silver screen, Thaddeus Stone has been accused by Mr Travis Nathaniel Andrews of trying to steal his spotlight in SCW. After some back and forth, SCW has signed this match and one man will walk out with the spotlight, the other lost somewhere in his shadow.

Simone: Bombshell Internet championship on the line. Roxi Johnson and Jessie Salco was set to go one on one until someone threw a spanner in the works.

Adams: That someone was Hot Stuff Mark Ward, who made it very clear he didn't like people trying to dictate the way his company was run, so he threw in Mercedes Vargas in to the mix. Hot Stuff sees this as punishment to both Johnson and Salco, by allowing Vargas to walk out with the title, but Roxi and Jessie are none too pleased about this, and are looking to make this backfire on the SCW boss.

Simone: A rematch clause was activated and the World Bombshell Championship is now on the line.

Adams: Former champion Amy Marshall made it very clear that she wanted her title back where she feels it belongs, but Raynin will not be giving it up without a fight. Raynin is a fighting champion, but she couldn't do a thing to stop the rematch clause from being activated, but I have no doubt she will bring it tonight. Can Amy up her game and become a two time champion?

Simone: Blast From The Past winner Vs World Heavyweight champion. It happens once a year and tonight is that time.

Adams: Since Andrew Watts won the Blast From The Past tournament, the fans have been looking forward to this match. A man with a long unbeaten run, takes on a man who rarely loses here, SCW World Heavyweight champion, Gabriel. People already know that this has match of the year written all over it. Everyone knows that these two men are the top two in SCW today, everyone knows how determined each man is to leave Morocco with the biggest prize in the game. This is an irresistable force, meeting an unmovable object. Gabriel Vs Andrew Watts, championship, pride and well being on the line, I can not wait! So let's not, let's get this show started right now!

The big screen comes to life, showing former SCW world heavyweight champion Sean Jackson and his attorney Marshall Owens standing somewhere backstage. Sean is dressed in an expensive Armani suit while Marshall is dressed in a three piece suit of his own. After waiting a few moments, Sean begins to address the fans.

Sean: You know, I've traveled to many places in my lifetime, some places even twice. But coming to Morocco, for the second time in two years is....

He hesitates a bit, thinking of the right words to finish his description.

Sean: Well....

The fans are waiting patiently for what is about to come. After all, they are wrestling fans and pretty much know what the heel former champion is about to say.

Sean: Let's just say that it isn't the United States, and be done with it.

That causes a spatter of boos from those who happen to live in Morocco.

Sean: Because I didn't come here to speak about Morocco, or the people of Morocco. No, I came here to take care of some personal business....

As he speaks, two stage hands bring a ladder into the shot and they set it up next to the former world champion. As they do, the fans can see a slight level of trepidation in his face, as if the fear of ladders is still there.

Sean: That....

His voice is a little shaky.

Sean: That being six other SCW stars who want to stand in my way of the SCW world heavyweight championship.

That draws cheers from the fans who understand what the King of the Hill match is all about. The interesting side stories and the possibilities it holds for the main event later on tonight.

Sean: Who want to climb up this ladder....

Sean looks up, trying to hide the fear in his eyes.

Sean: Grab the golden contract, and then cash it in on whomever survives the main event tonight.

Now that draws attention from everyone in attendance. They can imagine what it means if the winner of the King of the Hill match cashes in after the main event....

Or during the main event.

Sean: Which means if I win tonight, I can waltz down to ringside and cash that bad boy in if I choose to do so.

Sean and Marshall both crack smiles, albeit forced, but smiles none the less.

Sean: Or better yet, while the main event is going on. With Gabriel and Andrew Watts beating the hell out of each other, I can wait until the correct moment...

As Sean places his hands on the ladder, he takes a step towards it, preparing to place his foot on the bottom rung. As he does, Marshall non-chalantly moves over and braces against the ladder, trying to make it look like he isn't holding it in place.

Sean: And then strike, without warning and without concern.

Slowly Sean begins to scale the ladder, rung by rung.

Sean: So Gabriel, not only do you have to worry about Andrew Watts, but now you have to worry about me. Because Gabriel, I can tell you with one hundred percent certainty, I will be the man winning King of the Hill....

Sean only climbs up three rungs before he slowly and cautiously turns so that he can face the camera. Marshall is trying hard not to show that he's holding the ladder firmly.

Sean: And I will be the one stalking you, or Andrew until the moment is right....

Sean attempts to climb down, but losses his grip. He awkwardly slides down, but manages to land on his feet. Both Sean and Marshall have that look of fear, but it is quick lived as he is alright.

Sean: Because when you least expect it, that WILL be the moment that I strike.

The scene fades.


Justin: The following is a King of the Hill Ladder Match for a guaranteed contract for the SCW World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first…

The arena lights dim when the music of Hans 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 monstrum… 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 gives 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 rest of his opponents.

"Nightmare" Hits the PA as Joshua Acquin walks out from the back with mixed reaction from the crowd.

Justin: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, NV…weighing in at 227 pounds…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 cheers and boos from the crowds.

Old Skool make his appearance as his music sounds his arrival to the ring.

Justin: From Chicago, Illinois…weighing in at 186 pounds….Old Skool!

The sinsational a man of few words but always about the fans when he comes out as he high fives and shakes hands with the crowd.

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 souls waiting for him in that ring.

Justin: From Las Vegas, NV…weighing in at 240 pounds…he is "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 rest of his opponents to be announced.

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 and they are greeted enthusiastically with cheers. 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.

Justin: From Vancouver, British Columbia…weighing in at 176 pounds….Despayre!

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.

"The Bad Guy" by Bronx Casket Company blared through the arena as Gavin Stephens strolled out onto the stage to a rather hate filled reaction. He stood there with a smile on his face as he let it sink in, while an odd aura of smoke erupted from around the stage to give him an extra mystifying effect. He casually walks down the ramp.

Justin: From Superior, Wisconsin…weighing in at 223 pounds….making his return to Sin City Wrestling….Gavin Stephens!

Gavin made his way into the ringside area and proceeded to hop up onto the apron with his eyes locked on Alex Kaelin. He then proceeded to hop over the ropes and fell into a taunt in front of the crowd as he raises his arms into the air. His music then faded as he lowered them and proceeded to wait for the final entrant.

v/o: "Morocco, Can you feel it coming, in the air tonight?"

The lights in the stadium shut down, leaving the crowd in the dark, as bright flashes start to burst through out, acting as it were streaks of lighting. A dark crimson color light illuminates the entrance area as a thick mist rolls across the entrance ramp.

A hush falls over the stadium as the crimson mist pours off the entrance ramp and into the crowd. Without warning, crimson colored lights explode throughout the stadium. A video explodes on the screen as you can see the letters slowly fade in, and as it does a very well known theme begins to filter out throughout the arena...

"I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord"

As the popular Phil Collins song "In The Air Tonight" begins to play, the letters on the big screen finish forming with a nickname now well known with this theme....

The Mental Rapist

Through the crimson mist, the fans can see two very beautiful women carrying baskets making their way onto the entrance ramp. The arena erupts into whistles and catcalls as they are both dressed in very scantily fitted outfits, low cut with lots of leg showing. They get to the edge of the stage before Sean Jackson and his wife Pamela Duke-Jackson step into view. 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.

Simone: Just how many people does he need?

Adams: I don't know, but if he keeps hiring women like that, then he can bring out as many people as he needs.

"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.

As the entourage begins to move towards the ring, the two women reach into their baskets and begin dropping $100 bills on the ramp for Sean Jackson to walk on. Jason Adams almost falls out of his seat as Sean Jackson and company begin the slow walk down to the ring as the crimson spot light follows the group down the ramp. Pamela is dressed in a very expensive evening dress, while Vanessa has on a low cut blood red skirt showing off her well toned legs, while Jackson has on a black shirt while wearing black trunks with red MRSJ lettering with gold trim. Of course, Marshall is in his normal suit and tie.

As both women stop on either side of the ring steps, they continue to drop $100 bills on the steps and toss them in the ring in order for Mr. Jackson to continue walking on the green path. Once in the ring, the spotlight continues to bathe 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. Vanessa, Pamela, and Marshall head to the back as Justin and Holly Wood go over a few things.

All seven men stand around each other, with several ladders of all different sizes surrounding the ring, staring up at the contract hanging above the ring and waiting for the bell to ring.

Simone: And here we go!


As soon as the bell rings, Gavin Stephens makes a beeline for Alex Kaelin. The two start trading blows back and forth with Stephens gaining the early upper hand. Across the ring, Sean Jackson and Old Skool are mixing it up with Jackson backing Old Skool into a corner. Drexel Matheson, Joshua Acquin, and Despayre all mix it up and the crowd starts to get behind the Skittle loving Despy.

Crowd: Let's go Despy! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

Gavin Stephens lands a hard clothesline, which takes Kaelin off of his feet. He goes to grab him but he's knocked down into the corner with a hard forearm from Sean Jackson who catches him in the back of the head. Jackson starts mud hole stomping Gavin in the corner and laughing as he does it. Despayre and Old Skool now start mixing it up and two smaller guys start to chop each other's chests. After a few straight edge chops Despayre gains the advantage. He backs Old Skool up a few before landing a hard straight shot that drops the veteran down to the canvas. Despy immediate turns his attention toward Matheson and Acquin who are brawling it out in the corner.

Simone: It's pandemonium in there, Jason.

Adams: It certainly is, Belinda.

Jackson slides out of the ring and grabs Stephens with him and two begin trading blows ringside. Out of nowhere Kaelin flies down off the apron and takes both men out with a flying double clothesline. He picks Stephens up off of the mat and hurls him through the air and he flips around, flying into the steel barricade. Alex ignores Jackson on the ground and goes after Stephens; looking to hurt Gavin he puts his knee on his throat and just starts pummeling him. Back inside the ring Matheson gains the extra hand on Despayre. He lands three or four straight jabs and then comes in with a thunderous discus clothesline that flips Despayre head over heels and down to the mat. Matheson goes to grab Despayre but Acquin flies with a hard boot to his head. He then takes him and tosses him through the ropes and down to ringside. He turns his attention toward Old Skool, who is lying down on the mat. He picks up the veteran and halls him over his head with a fall away slam that sends Old Skool across the ring and sliding under the bottom rope on the other side of the six-sided ring.

Simone: Wow did you see that?

Adams: Welcome back to Sin City Wrestling, Joshua!

Outside the ring Sean Jackson drops a boot on the face of Old Skool for good measure before grabbing a ladder, closing it up, and shoving under the bottom rope. He climbs up the steps and heads back in where he is met by Joshua Acquin and the two men start to go after each other. Old Skool squirms back in the ring and quickly grabs Jackson's ladder and sets it up. He starts to climb and as he gets toward the top of the ladder, Despayre runs over and dropkicks the ladder, sending it toppling over and Old Skool crashing down to the canvas with it. Meanwhile, Alex Kaelin and Gavin Stephens are battling it out up the ramp, mercilessly beating the hell out of each other and seemingly not even interested in the match. Drexel Matheson grabs a ladder from underneath the ring and gets a bright idea.

Simone: What is that guy doing?

Adams: I'm not entirely sure I want to know, Belinda.

Matheson sets the ladder up with one end resting on the steel barricade and the other on the ring apron. He looks at this set up and smiles and as he turns around, Despayre crashes into him with a dropkick that sends Drexel face first into the side of the ladder. Back in the ring, Joshua goes to suplex Jackson but the former World Heavyweight Champion blocks him and pulls Acquin up with a vertical suplex of his own and when Joshua crashes down to the mat, his leg catches the toppled ladder and he cries out in pain. Sean stands over him laughing and all of a sudden Old Skool comes flying in from the turnbuckle. Sean sidesteps him and Old Skool lands funny, hurting his knee, forcing him to kneel down on the mat for a second. When he isn't looking, Sean runs in and slams his knee into the back of his head.


Sean grabs Old Skool and shoves his limp body down to ringside. He grabs the fallen ladder and stands it up and begins his climb up to the top. As he gets close, Despayre runs into the ring and climbs up the other side of the ladder and begins to trade blows with Sean at the top of the ladder. He lands a hard shot across Sean's jaw, which knocks Jackson down a rung or two. Despayre climbs up another step and, instead of logically grabbing the contract just a few feet above his head he has other ideas. He leaps up and flips over Jackson, and then pulls Sean down all the way to the canvas with a sunset flip powerbomb off the top of the ladder.

Adams: Wow! Did you see that!?

Crowd: This Is Awesome! This Is Awesome! This Is Awesome!

Both Sean and Despayre lay out on the mat as Drexel Matheson climbs back into the ring with a steel chair. Joshua Acquin charges him and gets slammed in the face with the chair. He runs over and smacks Despayre a few times with the chair and then throws it down, setting the ladder and making sure its safe, and then starts to climb it. As he gets near the top, Acquin comes to and grabs him by his feet, pulls him straight down, and catches him with a hard European uppercut as he comes down.

Adams: That had to hurt.

Up on the stage things are getting even more heated between Alex Kaelin and Gavin Stephens. Kaelin sets Gavin up for a vertical suplex and hits it fast right onto the stage and Stephens winces in pain. Alex quickly mounts Gavin and drops a few hard bombs across his face. He gets up and stares off the side of the stage and a twisted smile comes across his face. He picks Gavin up and walks him over to the edge of the stage where just below sits tables and cabinets of electrical and sound equipment. He sets Stephens up for a vertical suplex again but Gavin fights out with hard shot to his rib cage forcing Alex to let go of him. Gavin grabs him around the waist, spins him around, and launches himself with Alex into a flying belly-to-belly suplex right down into the equipment and sparks fly as they hit.


The lights go out in the arena.

Adams: Oh my god! Oh my god! I'm blind!

The lights come back on.

Simone: You're not blind you idiot.

Crowd: This Is Awesome! This Is Awesome! This Is Awesome!

A few refs and medical team members rush over to the off stage area to check on Stephens and Kaelin. Back in the ring, Sean and Despayre trade hard blows but the former World Champion grabs the member of the Seven Deadly Sins and tosses him over the top rope. Despayre grabs hold of the top rope and balances his feet on the apron to stop himself from going down to ringside. He takes a hard swing at Jackson but Sean leans back and Despayre misses wildly. Sean grabs Despayre by the top of the head and thrusts him downwards, crushing his neck on the rope and flinging him backwards. Despayre turns just in time to catch his face on the steel barricade, busting his forehead open as he hits the concrete. Jackson turns to see Drexel Matheson, who just fought off Joshua Acquin, climbing up the ladder toward the contract. Jackson spits out of the ring and then climbs up the opposite side of the ladder. He gets to the tope and grabs Matheson by the back of the head, slamming his forearm and elbow into his face repeatedly, beating him almost unconscious. Still holding onto Matheson's head, Jackson looks around until he sees the ladder that Drexel had set up earlier with the one end on the barricade and one end on the ring apron. Jackson smiles before picking Drexel up into a torture rack position. Holding Matheson up on his shoulders he begins to rock the ladder back and forth. He rocks the ladder harder and hard until finally it tips.

Simone: Oh…my…g-

Jackson, with Matheson still in the torture rack position, flies off the ladder as it tilts into the ropes and crashes into the set up ladder, driving Drexel head and neck first through the metal ladder with an inverted death valley driver.


Simone: HOOK ‘EM HORNS DRIVER right on to the ladder!



Jackson and Matheson lay unconscious and bleeding in a pile of broken metal and plastic. Refs run over to check on them as all of a sudden, Joshua Acquin is left all alone in the center of the ring. He goes to pick up the ladder and set it right when out of nowhere, Old Skool gets back in the ring and attacks Acquin. He backs Joshua into up a bit and then whips him into the corner. He goes to fly into the corner with a high-powered corner splash but as he leaps, Acquin catches him on his shoulders in perfect powerbomb position. Old Skool frantically shakes his head back and forth but it's too late. Acquin charges forward and launches Old Skool out of the ring and into a steel ladder that is standing just outside of the ring and in front of the ramp. Acquin turns and screams out to the crowd.

Acquin: Come Oooooooon!

The crowd cheers for him as he sets the ladder up just underneath the contract and begins to climb with no one else in the ring and paramedics on the outside attending to Jackson and Matheson. He smiles as he reaches up for each rung. As he climbs the crowd begins to cheer a bit as out of the rubble by the stage crawls Gavin Stephens. He makes his way toward the ring as quick as he can. Acquin, still struggling to climb up, doesn't see Stephens climb into the ring. He quickly climbs up the opposite side of the ladder and the two begin to trade blows. As they fight back and forth, a bloodied Despayre crawls back into the ring. He sprints forward and with all his might, knocks into the ladder and tips it over into the ropes. Stephens and Acquin fall on top of one another on the mats down at the bottom of the ramp. Despayre, feeling brave, closes up the ladder and situates it on the ropes. He runs and bounces off the opposite side of the ring and full on sprints toward the ladder. He runs up the tilted ladder and then launches off, hitting a senton right into Gavin and Joshua.


Adams: Wow! Look at Despy go!

Simone: Angel would be proud!

As Despayre gets to his feet, Alex Kaelin runs full speed down the ramp and blasts Despy with a forearm that sends him into to the apron. He picks him up and then tosses him into the steel barricade. He turns to Gavin Stephens and then goes and kicks him in the face before turning to Acquin. He grabs Sin City's Nightmare and sets his face on the steel steps. He climbs up to the apron and then launches off, burying Acquin's face into the steps with a Curb Stomp.

Simone: KILLSWITCH! Right onto the steel steps!

Adams: This one could be Kaelin's to take home now, Belinda.

Simone: It sure looks that way now, Jason.

Alex steps back up on the apron and goes to get back into the ring but he sees Old Skool out of the corner of his eye charging at him. He turns to the veteran and…


…he lands a hard superkick that completely knocks Old Skool out. He smiles now that he knows he's the only one standing. He slides through the ropes and grabs the ladder, setting it up. He starts to climb, taking his time, with tons of confidence. As he gets three quarters of the way up the ladder, Gavin Stephens slides into the ring to a massive pop.

Adams: We're not done yet, Belinda!

Gavin races up the other side of the ladder and the two men meet at the top. They begin to trade hard blows, one after the other, each punch nearly knocking each man off of the ladder. Their bodies are both beaten and torn but neither man is giving up. Gavin lands a hard shot and Kaelin returns it with another. As they are fight on the top of the ladder, Despayre runs back into the ring. He climbs up the back of Kaelin and the crowd begins to cheer.

Simone: Look at him go!

He reaches over Kaelin for the contract that is hanging by the wire but Stephens lands a hard shot into his gut. All three men start to fight it out now but Despayre gets the upper hand. He quickly sets the both up in a DDT position.

Adams: What's he gonna do?

Despayre jumps backwards with a smile on his face and plants both men's heads into the canvas from fifteen feet in the air. Kaelin and Stephens are out and Despayre rolls out of the ring, under the bottom rope and the crown goes absolutely wild.


As Kaelin and Stephens are out cold, someone slips into the ring.

Simone: Wait…

Adams: It's Jackson!

Sean Jackson finally crawls out of the rubble of the carnage he created and is now standing all alone in the ring. He stares at the ladder and a wicked smile comes across his face. He slowly climbs up and when he gets to the top, He lets out a maniacal laugh before unhooking the contract from the wire.


Justin: Here is your winner and KING of the HILL…..Sean Jackson!

The crowd boos incessantly as Sean celebrates on top of the ladder.

A dark limousine is seen pulling up to the employee entrance of the Salle Mohammed V. A crowd of reporters have already formed as SCW security are trying to keep them away from the vehicle.

Simone: Who in the hell is this now?

Adams: Better question is, how did someone get a limousine to Morocco?

The driver's door opens as a woman with curly red hair and a skimpy limousine driver uniform steps out. She walks around toward the other side as the security are holding the multitude of reporters back.

SCW Security: Get back. Don't let me tell you again.

The limo driver, twirls her hair with one finger while opening the door with her other hand. Travis Nathaniel Andrews steps out wearing his signature leather jacket, dark sunglasses and designer jeans. Following right behind him is Shawna Jennings, Ralph Lorenzo and a few other Moroccan models. Travis stands there in front of the press and holds both arms out.

Travis Nathaniel Andrews: Go ahead, get a got shot of the man who will personally end Thaddeus's pathetic existence in this company. He has to pay people to stand beside him. While, I have people who willing stand by my side. Tonight, THE PHENOMENON TAKES OVER. Now, if you don't mind. I got things to get done.

Travis walks away from the press as he and his entourage enters the Salle Mohammed V.

Simone: Well, Mr. TNA has arrived for Mayhem in Morocco.

Adams: I wonder if he will bring those beautiful women to ringside with him.

The scene opens up backstage to show Natalie McKinley, stood in one of the dressing rooms, together with Simon Jones.

Simon: You know, it was fifty-five weeks ago today that I stood in the ring in Marrakesh, and said if Mark Ward got his wish for a world tour, that perhaps SCW would return to Morocco. I didn't expect that I would return here, though.

Natalie: Fifty-five weeks ago - was that before of after I first met you?

Simon: It was eight days before. And how things have changed since then: at the time, I was the SCW Heavyweight Champion, while you were yet to commence your wrestling career, whereas I'm now merely a semi-professional wrestler, and you're the Bombshell Roulette Champion.

Simon nods his head; he then smiles, as he continues.

Simon: I'm proud of you, Natalie, and the success that you've had in such a short space of time: seven wins from eight matches in SCW, with a championship to your name - just make sure that by the end of the night, that record has improved to eight wins from nine matches.

Natalie: That's what I'm aiming to do.

Natalie and Simon's conversation is then interrupted by the appearance of Pussy Willow, who makes a beeline for Natalie.

Pussy: Excuse me, Natalie - may I ask you a couple of questions?

Pussy Willow then notices who it is that is with Natalie.

Pussy: Oh, sorry - hi, Simon.

Simon: Hi, Pussy.

Simon turns to Natalie.

Simon: I'll leave you to it, and see if I can go and find where that boyfriend of yours has gotten to.

Simon does a fist bump with Natalie, before walking away, leaving Natalie alone with Pussy Willow; Natalie turns her attention to the reporter.

Natalie: So, what would you like to ask me?

Pussy: You will shortly be defending the Bombshell Roulette Championship against Crystal Hilton - someone that has been an opponent of yours on two previous occasions. However, Crystal is different now from how she was when you were last in the ring with her, and so I was wondering, what do you think of her change in attitude? She said that she is "tired of being nice."

Natalie: Electra Styles showed that nice girls don't have to finish last, when she won the Bombshell Championship, and I would like to think that I am providing further evidence of the same - being nice certainly hasn't held me back. So to answer your question, Pussy, I can't say that I like Crystal's new attitude.

Pussy: Crystal is determined that she will fare better against you tonight than in your two previous encounters - and that she will fare better than her friend Mercedes Vargas did against you two months ago, at Blaze Of Glory IV.

Natalie smirks.

Natalie: I'm not sure Crystal quite appreciates the irony of her saying that Mercedes Vargas "talks a big game, but doesn't have what it takes to back it up."

Natalie smiles wryly.

Natalie: Crystal says that she is better than me - well, it is time for her to show it.

Pussy: Is there anything else that you would like to add?

Natalie: I think Crystal made some remark last week about me co-starring in her new movie, didn't she?

Pussy Willow nods her head.

Pussy: That's right, she did.

Natalie: Well, if Crystal wants to star in something, I think I've got just the part for her tonight. Four weeks ago, SCW was in the capital of Greece - Athens - and I think that Crystal would be perfect for a leading role in a Greek tragedy. This tragedy will depict the downfall of the challenger - Crystal - through a combination of hubris, fate, and the will of the defending champion - me.

Natalie points to herself.

Natalie: You know, Pussy, for the second match in a row, I appear to have an opponent that has a goddess complex.

Natalie turns to look directly towards the camera.

Natalie: Crystal, I didn't bow to Amanda Cortez, three weeks ago, and I'm not about to bow to you, here tonight. You may be competing under a different name, and have a different attitude, but the outcome of this match will not be any different than our previous meetings.

With a look of confidence on her face, Natalie stares a hole through the camera.

Natalie: Nat will tear you apart again.

The scene cuts away.

Backstage, a large wheel is seen with match types written all over it. Standing beside it, Drew Patton is waiting as Crystal Hilton steps into view on his left. Across the wheel, Natalie McKinley moves into view, the roulette title over her shoulder. Drew reaches for the wheel and spins it. Both women watch as it clicks past match after match until finally it begins to slow down. Natalie grimaces as lingerie pillow fight is about to stop the wheel. Crystal smiles as her hands rub together in delight at the thought of winning the title that way. Lingerie pillow fight is selected for the briefest of minutes before the wheel rolls once more to land on a Moroccan strap match.

Adams: NOOO…put it back, lingerie pillow fight! We haven't seen one of those yet. I need to see one of them before I die!!

Simone: A Moroccan strap match…thank god our bombshells won't have to humiliate themselves in a typical girly way.

Adams: But they were going to be in lingerie Belinda…LINGERIE!

Justin: The following contest is a Moroccan Strap Match and is for the Bombshell Roulette title…introducing first.. From Los Angeles California, Crystal Hilton!!!

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

Justin: And her opponent from Cardiff Wales, she is the Bombshell Roulette champion…Natalie McKinley!

"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. 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 steps through the ropes and walks to the centre of the ring where she again surveys the crowd. Buoyed by the positive reaction that she has garnered from the fans, Natalie smiles wider before turning her focus towards her opponent.


The bell rings as Natalie tests the strap while Crystal wraps a bit of the leather around her fist then slams it into the face of the champion. Natalie staggers backwards into the ropes as Crystal smirks as she stalks towards McKinley. Getting away from the ropes, Natalie charges Hilton and takes her off her feet with a commanding clothesline. Turning quickly, Natalie heads for the first turnbuckle only to have Crystal yank her back by desperately rolling the strap up with her own body. Natalie tries to pull her over to the turnbuckle but Hilton gets to her feet and uses the momentum of Nat's tug to leap upwards and catch McKinley with a dropkick that sends both women to the mat.

Getting to her feet, Crystal mounts Natalie and doubling up the strap begins to slam it into her head as she screams that it is her time then begins to kick her out of the ring. Once she forces McKinley onto the floor, she slaps the turnbuckle nearest to her. Smiling and waving at the fans, she struts to the second turnbuckle and taps it. Turning for turnbuckle number three, Crystal is stopped in her tracks when Natalie gets onto the apron and slides between the ropes using them as leverage as she reels in Crystal who is fighting hard to get to turnbuckle number three. Hilton turns and charges right into a short arm elbow smash. Natalie takes a few moments to slide between the ropes and back under the bottom rope to stand in front of Hilton. Reaching for the challenger, Natalie picks up the smaller woman and gorilla presses her over her head.

Simone: Natalie is showing her power with that gorilla press and now comes the fall.

Adams: Oh no, catch her someone.

Dropping Crystal, Natalie moves and hits the first turnbuckle and begins to walk towards the second. Hilton slowly gets to her feet and doubles up the strap again, charging over to the champion and looping it around the neck of McKinley, spins and drags her towards the ropes. She steps back then charges towards Natalie who ducks as Hilton flies over the rope. Natalie is dragged back to the ropes, hands clutching at the strap that Hilton is pulling tight.

Adams: You just know somewhere, Marty McFarge is getting off on this.

Simone: Name dropper.

Crystal finally lets the strap go and climbs onto the apron. Natalie drops to her knees sucking in air as Crystal turns to the fans and poses. Nat gets to her feet slowly and grabs Crystal to pull her into the ring. Crystal holds up her hands and with a look of hopefulness, holds out her hand in friendship. Natalie stares at the hand then up at her challenger who smiles and again offers her hand out. Natalie reaches out as the fans scream at her not to. Crystal shakes her head at the fans then smiles at the champion once more. Grabbing Natalie's hand, Crystal gives her a handshake then surprises Natalie with chick kick that rocks the head of the champion backwards.

Simone: Natalie took a stiff kick there!

Crystal quickly charges to the turnbuckle and slaps it. Natalie grabs the strap and pulls her towards the center of the ring. Crystal uses a drop kick to knock Natalie towards the turnbuckle. Crystal follows her in and tags the second turnbuckle. Crystal rushes and manages to tag the third turnbuckle before Natalie was able to pull her into the center of the ring. Crystal tries to slam a fist into the head of Natalie who clutches Ms Hilton in a capture suplex that sends Hilton to the floor. While Crystal struggles to get back in the ring, Natalie taps one turnbuckle then a second one. Crystal comes into the ring and quickly tags the turnbuckles behind Natalie.

Simone: Natalie on her way to retaining her title!

The two begin to trade punches along the ropes, the two of them fighting as they roll along the ropes. The two roll over the third turnbuckle. Struggling together both women trade punches along the ropes towards the second turnbuckle. Crystal finally manages to get some distance with a hard knee to the midsection of McKinley before charging off the ropes and landing a hard running drop kick to the face of Natalie. Getting to her feet, she picks up the champion and pulls her towards the turnbuckle. Natalie slams her hand on the turnbuckle as Crystal uses the turnbuckle to catch the champion and brings her to the mat with a hurricanrana. Hilton then climbs up on the turnbuckle and points to the ceiling then takes a picture of the fallen Natalie before jumping in a spin then hitting a senton. Both women are layed out on the mat as Drew Patton begins to count both women out. Each gets to her feet as the referee motions for the match to continue. Natalie makes it to her feet first and then whips Crystal against the ropes and catches her with a kick to the midsection. Natalie takes the moment to tag the first of the turnbuckles. Crystal fights her way to her feet and then ducks under a clothesline and taps the same turnbuckle. Natalie whips Crystal across the ring and then hits a discus clothesline that takes Hilton off her feet.

Adams: Last time I saw a discus like that, it was London... 2012... Ah most of you isn't gonna get that one.

Natalie moves to turnbuckle two and slaps it as Crystal crawls towards it, tagging the buckle as Natalie turns to the third. Crystal tries to take Natalie's leg out with a leg sweep but both women are tangled up as they stagger towards the third turnbuckle. Slapping the turnbuckle together, the pair lock up and roll along the ropes back and forth. Finally, Natalie angrily grabs Hilton and picks her up in a half nelson and hits a backbreaker. But Hilton was able to catch the strap around the neck of Natalie and pulls her down to the mat with Crystal. Both get back to their feet but Natalie is quicker and pulls Hilton into a side headlock. Hilton struggles and oversets Natalie who is desperately trying to hit the Taff Valley driver. Natalie finally sets up the move and lifts Crystal into the air but is too close to the ropes allowing Crystal to slap at the final turnbuckle.

Simone: I don't think Natalie saw that but Crystal Hilton just hit the final turnbuckle. What an upset!

Seeing the tap, Drew signals for the bell as Natalie hits the Taff Valley driver. Getting to her feet, Natalie looks in surprise at Drew who kneels by Crystal and lifts her arm in victory.

Justin: The winner of the match and NEW SCW Bombshell Roulette champion, Crystal Hilton!

Simone: What the hell did I just see?

Adams: Crystal Hilton has pulled off a shock victory, probably the biggest shock I've seen in a long time!

Simone: Just speachless.

Drew hands Crystal the title belt as the fans look on shocked

The feed cuts backstage to where Kris Halich is seen stepping through the door leading from the arena garage to the backstage area. He has a black gym bag hanging from his right shoulder, and the SCW Internet Championship hanging off of his left. His signature red hooded sweatshirt is zipped all the way up with the hood over his head. He goes to walk around the security guard posted at the end of the short hallway but the man steps in front of him and stops him in his tracks. Kris looks up confused, and pulls the hood off of his head, and removing his headphones that were hidden under it.

Kris: There some kind of problem, bruh?

The guard shrugs and shakes his head at the much smaller man.

Security: Not at all. Fans are just not allowed in the backstage area without a pass.

Kris is visibly annoyed at this point. He points at the SCW Internet Championship hanging over his shoulder and his voice raises with his annoyance.

Kris: Did the title not give away the fact that I am not just a fan? Would I have it if I didn't belong back here? Come on man.

Kris drops his hand and raises the other, pointing at the gym bag.

Kris: What about a bag full of wrestling gear? Does that show you anything.

The guard laughs at him and shakes his head, unimpressed.

Security: Look kid, just because you purchased a replica title online and brought some knock off gear from any one of millions in the country or online, does not make you an SCW wrestler. Now, run along before I have to physically remove you from the area.

Kris nods and holds up his hands, taking a few steps backwards. A sort of half smile crosses his lips as he does so.

Kris: I got you man. I'm sorry. I just really wanted to meet some of the guys.

The guard laughs and nods waving off the hostility that was previously in his voice.

Security: I cannot blame you there kid. It was a good attempt. I have had people try a few times before. It takes a lot to fool me.

Kris laughs with him and turns back towards the door with a farewell wave. As the guard turns the opposite direction, checking down the rest of the halls in the four way cross in the hallways, Kris drops his gym bag and championship from his shoulders. The sound of them hitting the floor gets the guard's attention but by the time he turns, Kris has already gotten a running start and leaped up onto a crate along the right side of the hallway. He barely gets his footing on it before leaping again, this time kicking the wall to spring him back towards the middle of the hallway and sending a roundhouse kick to the side of the guard's head. The much larger man collapses on impact and Kris manages to land on his feet over top of him.

Kris: Just because I am a nobody, doesn't mean I don't really work here.

He looks down at the guard, and then turns back down the hallway, retrieving his bag and championship belt and then passing the downed guard and into the backstage area.

Justin: The following contest is the Queen Of The Hill 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: Introducing next...

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

Justin: From New York City, New York. Weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is Mikah!

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

Justin: And their opponent...

Revolution by Judas Priest hits over the p.a as strobe lighting flickers all around the arena, as Jade appears at the top of the ramp, where she surveys her surroundings and soaks in the boos of the crowd.

Justin: From Datona Beach, Florida, weighing in at one hundred and twenty eight pounds, she is Jade Manendez-Arcador!

Jade smiles before heading down the ramp, ignoring the fans jeers and boos along the way before running and sliding into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckle and kisses her tattoo on wrist before raising the very same arm.

Jade then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits in the centre of the ring for her next opponent.

Justin: Introducing lastly, being accompanied to the ring by Katie Patterson.

Here Come The Boom - POD starts to play over the PA System and the fans get up to their feet. With that Traci and Katie walk out from behind the curtain.

Justin: From Dallas, Texas, weighing in at one hundred and forty three pounds, she is Traci Patterson!

Traci then poses on the top of the stage with Katie points at Traci. The pair then walk down to the ring and slap fans hands as they do this. Katie then gets up on the apron and holds the ropes open for Traci. Traci then slips in and walks over to the corner. She then poses on the turnbuckles while Katie claps her. Traci then gets down and opens the ropes for Katie to leave before focusing on her opponent.


Keira Fisher, Mikah, Jade and Traci Patterson are standing in the center of the ring. All four women are staring right at each other. They each look one way then the other as the crowd in Morocco is on their feet. After a while, they look up toward the contract hanging above them. Jade lifts her finger up toward the contract while yelling at everyone that it will belong to her. Mikah does a muppet like motion with her hand as Jade gets right in her face. Mikah and Jade are nose to nose as Keira and Traci are watching at this point. Mikah shoves Jade back by pie facing her away. Jade is off balance a bit but regains her footing. She quickly gets right back into the face of Mikah.

Adams: They might as well just start kissing.

Simone: Jade is trying to take control but is not doing to good I am afraid.

Mikah shoves Jade away again while Keira and Traci continue to watch. Jade takes a step back to regain her footing and returns the favor by shoving Mikah. Both girls are content with a shoving match as Keira and Traci look at each other. They bounce off the ropes simultaneously and connect with a dual dropkick knocking both ladies down. Mikah quickly rolls out of the ring as Keira is quickly up to her feet. Mikah is trying to fix her hair when Keira springs off the ropes while connecting with a wicked hurricanrana which sends Mikah head first into the barricade. Keira goes to pick Mikah up off the ground when Jade connects with a springboard plancha. The moves knock both girls down while leaving Traci Patterson all alone in the ring.

Adams: Incoming

Simone: Someone had better get air traffic control on the line if this keeps up.

Traci walks over to see her opposition still down on the arena floor so she sees this as a perfect opportunity to introduce the first ladder into the match. Traci quickly slides out of the ring, closes the ladder close to the ring and slides back inisde. She quickly follows and works to set the ladder up. Meanwhile, Jade is the first woman up to her feet followed by Keira. The crowd is going crazy as Traci is starting to scale the ladder.

Adams: Traci is the first woman going for the contract.

Simone: Don't tell me this one is about over with.

Jade hops up onto the apron as Keira runs around to the other side and hops up as well. Traci notices both ladies but continues to climb up. Jade is trying to steady herself while trying to time her leap back into the ring but Mikah pops up to her feet. She grabs Jade by the foot, yanks it out from underneath her as her jaw smacks hard off the ring apron. Jade quickly grabs at her jaw as Mikah is rapidly laying in right after right. Meanwhile, Traci is close to the contract as Keira, at the last possible second, leaps onto the ring ropes while springing off them and connecting with a front dropkick knocking the ladder over.

Adams: Where did Keira come from?

Simone: I have no idea.

Traci bounces sternum first off the top ring rope as Keira quickly gets back up to her feet. Mikah is still beating the hell out of Jade as Traci is lying right behind her. Keira shoves the ladder out of her way before getting the crowd hyped up. Keira bounces up and down a couple of times before running toward the ring ropes. She rebounds off the ring ropes but gets met with a stiff yakuza kick from Mikah. The crowd isn't shy about showing their dislike for that kind of move.

Mikah is really happy with herself as she looks up toward the contract. She points at it while mouthing "you will be." She goes to reach for the ladder but Traci comes up from behind her. Traci wraps her hands around the waist of Mikah before chunking her over head with a nasty German suplex. Traci kips back up to her feet but gets caught with a stiff shoot kick to the chest from Jade. Jade catches Traci by the hair before driving the back of her head into the ladder.

Simone: That is one way to use a ladder.

Jade quickly exits the ring, lifts the apron and pulls out a cylinder type container that is containing some kind of weird object. Jade removes the cylinder covering as she holds it up to her face and an evil smile comes across her face. The camera zooms into the object just to get a better idea of what Jade is holding. The object is a frozen pineapple.

Adams: Is that really a frozen pineapple?

Simone: We have seen strange things here in SCW but a frozen pineapple. That is a new one. What will be next?

Jade slides back into the ring as Mikah is slowly getting back up to her feet. Jade is holding the frozen pineapple in her hand as she motions for someone to stand up. Mikah is the first up as she runs toward Jade. She manages to duck the swing as Jade loses her balance. Mikah rebounds off the ropes but gets caught by a drop toe hold from Keira. The suddenness of the move sends Mikah crashing nose first into the canvas. The sick smile returns to Jade's face as she starts to stalk Keira. Traci has slowly worked her way back up to her feet as the back of her shirt is soaked with blood. The camera shows a nasty gash in the back of her head which happened after being violently thrown into the ladder. Jade has waited long enough as she reaches up to grab Keira by the shoulder. Keira spins around and ducks the frozen fruit punch.

Adams: That was close.

Jade is still off balance after throwing that wild punch as Traci connects with a big boot to the side of her head. Jade drops to the canvas as the frozen pineapple rolls out of her hand and remains in play. Traci bends down to pick up the frozen fruit and begins to examine it. Traci shrugs her shoulders while standing directly behind Keira. Keira is paying Traci no mind as she works to lift Mikah up to her feet. Before Traci could strike with the frozen fruit, Mikah turns it around on Keira by striking with a mule kick into her stomach. Keira keels over as Mikah hooks her with a front facelock. Mikah squeezes a little before dropping backwards while driving Keira face first into the canvas.

Simone: What a DDT

Mikah looks at the down Keira, grabs her by the hair and repeatedly slams her face into the canvas. The crowd is going crazy as Jade returns to the ring after sliding out while everyone was focusing on Mikah. She stands up to her feet, while holding a ladder in her hand and places it around her neck. She starts to spin in circles as Traci manages to duck the initial contact. Mikah, however, wasn't so lucky as one of the sharp edges of the ladder catches her flush on the cheek. She drops to the canvas as Jade hoists the ladder high above her head before bringing back down across her shoulders. Another sinister grin comes across her lips as she slams the ladder right across the back of Mikah.


Adams: I couldn't agree with these nerds more

Simone: Who you calling nerds?

Jade repeatedly points at her head saying to herself, I outsmarted everyone. She goes to turn around but gets her own frozen pineapple slammed right across her face.


Jade starts to scream as shards of ice are sticking inside her skin. She tries to pull them out but blood starts to trickle out from underneath the ice shards. Chunks of pineapple are scattered inside the ring as Jade is staggering on her feet. Keira as finally made it up to her feet as blood is slowly flowing out of her nose. She looks out from the corner of her eye and notices Jade is still staggering. From out of nowhere, Keira strikes with a stiff kick to the back of Jade's head.

Simone: SEVEN SINS! Keira hit it with percision.

The kick sends Jade back out onto the arena floor as her stomach lands hard. Keira doesn't want to take any chances as she slides back out of the ring. Meanwhile, Traci picks up the ladder that was lying across Mikah, sets it up and begins to climb it once again. On the outside, Keira is driving right hand after right hand into Jade's face as her face is beginning to look like an icy crimson mask. Traci is getting really close to the contract due to her height advantage. Meanwhile, Jade has started to fight back as she and Keira are going at it.

Adams: Will this match ever end?

Simone: Only way it can is if someone goes for the contract.

Traci is near the top as Mikah is slowly making her way up the ladder. She is grasping at her back while the right side of her face has a gnarly gash. Meanwhile, Jade is trying to drive Keira chest first into the ring apron. However, Keira manages to counter it by kicking her legs up, pushing off while driving Jade's face back into the arena floor.

Simone: Deadly Sin, what a move! Jade could be out of it.

Traci is reaching up for the contract as Mikah has finally reached the top. She strikes with an open palm across Traci's chest. The slap sounds like a shotgun as Traci slaps Mikah back. Mikah throws a right hand as Traci throws one of her hand. Both ladies continue to throw hands as Keira, quickly re-enters the ring and stands by the ladder. Mikah and Traci notice her as they both plead for her to stop whatever it is she has planned. Keira doesn't listen to the pleas as she pushes the ladder over which sends Mikah and Traci out to the arena floor.

Crowd gasps

Adams: Are they dead?

Simone: I hope not.

Keira resets the ladder and begins to climb it herself. The crowd is urging her own as she moves rung by rung up it. Traci is starting to stir on the outside as Keira makes it to the top. Traci tries to slide into the ring but Keira manages to unhook the contract.

Ding ding ding

Justin: Here is your winner...Keira Fisher

Keira holds the contract high in the air as the crowd is going berserk. She brings it close to her chest while climbing down the ladder. Roxi Johnson has joined her wife Keira in the ring as they begin to celebrate her first major win in Sin City Wrestling.

Adams: Oh my god, what a match?

Simone: Good luck everyone trying to top this one.

Roxi and Keira share a kiss in the ring as the cameras begin to cut away.

We find our way backstage to see Christian Underwood and Erik Staggs in their joint office. Both men are making light conversation, unheard by the camera, as the door slowly opens. Both men immediately look over to the door as Christian looks stunned. He picks up his phone as Erik snickers a bit.

Erik: Tim, what a pleasant surprise. I didn't realize you were going to be here tonight.

The redhead, wearing a black combat style jacket, walks inside of the office, looking at Christian who gently sets his phone back down, lacing his fingers together as he looks at Tim. Tim's face twists into frustration as he looks right at Christian.

Tim: Of course I was going to be here tonight. I've been at the last three shows before this one too. Look, Christian, I know you're in charge of booking, so I thought I would come to you to ask for... no demand a match in two weeks when SCW returns.

Christian: Excuse me, but who are you? Do you even wrestle here?

Christian chuckles, surely knowing that this kid does not wrestle for SCW. Tim furls his brow, trying his best to contain a temper tantrum. He reaches inside of his jacket and pulls out a piece of paper.

Tim: Great, now I owe Kris five dollars... No, I don't wrestle for you, but I am under contract to do so, and...

Erik: No shit? Excuse me... You're kidding right? Is your uncle Jamie trying to teach you to be a prankster?

Tim clutches his free fist together, growling under his breath as he turns to his great uncle with an expression that asks him if he's serious. Erik takes the paper from Tim's hand looks over it carefully, adjusting his reading glasses to do just that. He lets out a shocked sigh as he hands the paper over to Christian.

Christian: You seem a little young for this to be legitimate. What are you fifteen? Fourteen?

Tim: I'm seventeen, and I have a guardian's signature, right there under Mark Ward's...

Christian and Erik look to one another to share a look of understanding once Mark Ward's name is brought up. This eases Tim up some as he places his hands in his pants pocket. Erik takes the contract back from Christian as he walks across the room to make a copy of it, leaving Tim and Christian together.

Christian: I don't think Mark was thinking clearly when he signed a brand new upstart to this company, and...

Tim: I'm not brand new! I wrestled in ASW the entire time it was open! I trained under my father, Spike Staggs! Why don't you know this?

Christian: Mainly because nobody ever introduced us? Mark was the one who helped out in ASW while I stayed focused on SCW.

Tim crashes his hands down on Christian's desk as he nearly lunges across it at Christian. However, instead of attacking him, he pauses half way over and extends his hand out toward Christian, with a sly look on his face.

Tim: Mister Underwood, Tim Staggs here. It's a pleasure to meet you. Now if we could just have a wee little conversation about getting a mmm...

Christian doesn't even have enough time to accept or decline the introduction when the door bursts open, much harder than before as Steve Ramone crashes inside. Christian's eyes rise toward Steve as he shakes his head.

Christian: Doesn't anybody know how to knock anymore? I see our seminar on manners didn't take... Do I SERIOUSLY need to schedule you an appt with Mister Self-Help?

Ramone: You and I are going to have words, and they won't be pretty.

Ramone walks right past Tim, nudging him out of the way as he slams his fists on the desk, only this effectively knock over a few pictures, making an impact. Steve doesn't even so much as look at Tim as he glares at Christian. Christian smirks and then looks past him to Tim.

Christian: Will you give us a moment, Tommy?

Tim: It's Tim! Timothy! Not Tommy, that's my uncle, and also I was here first! Can't he wait?

Steve Ramone glares up from the desk, looking at Tim as if he were a mosquito annoying him by buzzing in his ear. He slowly leans off of the desk, and then scoffs at Tim.

Ramone: Listen up pipsqueak. Whatever charity you're collecting for can wait.

Steve returns his attention back to Christian slowly, as if he expects Tim to leave on his own. Tim growls, clinching his fists tightly together so that his knuckles turn visibly white. He tries to argue, but it doesn't seem to work. Blinded by fury, he snatches a coffee mug from Christian's desk, and raises it up in the air. He stares at it with a sick smile on his face as it shakes. Christian's smile widens as Tim swings the mug... only to stop a mere millimeter from the back of Steve's skull. This proves disappointing to Christian, who turns back to look at Steve. Tim's shoulders sink as he simply sets the empty mug back on the desk. He shakes his head as he walks over to the door, slamming it behind him, or rather, closing it with a dash of attitude that wouldn't even scare a fly off of the wall.

The cameras find their way backstage as we spot the arrival of Delia Darling, showing up without her Mean Girls in tow. However, she is not alone as her bodyguard, Mad Maxxine is walking closely behind her. Delia is wearing a white fur coat, black dress, with black and white mask and hair a la Cruella De Vil inspired. She has a cigarette in one hand, and her fur purse in the other as she walks along. Maxxine is carrying her duffel bag as Delia seems to walk along without a care in the world. That is, until she bumps right into a stagehand, knocking his papers about in a mess. She rolls her eyes as she glares at the man.

Delia: Doesn't anybody watch where z'ey are going? You are lucky my chi is balanced from yoga earlier, or I would slap z'e zits right off of your pizza face…

Stagehand: I'm sorry, Ms. Darling.

Delia: Yes, yes you are…

Delia looks down at him as he leans down to collect his papers. Delia takes a couple deep breaths before lifting her nose in the air. She walks off, making sure to dig her heel into one of the papers as she goes. Maxxine follows behind her, but she doesn't look too pleased. She takes a deep breath, ready to speak when...

"THERE you are! Angel, I found her!"

The familiar voice causes Delia's attention to turn down the hall by the lounge area where the monitor is set up. Despayre, oddly enough one of Delia's grandest fans, eagerly bounces to his feet from where he had been sitting on the floor. He was wearing his wrestling gear of a special Delia oversized X-L t shirt, black of course because it's slimming, and matching loose denim pants. Despayre strikes a poor imitation of a Delia-esque pose, but a comical one none the less.

Despayre: Take. A look. At me!

Delia doesn't seem to be in much of a good mood at the moment, but she tries to pretend anyway. She puts a plastic smile on her face as she nods her head.

Delia: Nice, nice…

Delia looks around nervously for a moment, but her eyes come back to Despayre once more. The always smiling and energetic Despayre, with Angel tucked in his arms, practically skips over to greet his ‘good friend' when the towering form of Maxxine steeps in his path, shielding Delia. Despayre skids to a halt and looks U-P at her with his wide, gray eyes.

Despayre: Wow! Who's he!?

Maxxine's eyes narrow at the innocent enough question as she is unfamiliar with Despayre's mannerisms and quirks.

Maxxine: Do I look like a man to you!?

Despayre, still with eyes wide, slowly nods, then sees Delia shake her head from out of Maxxine's vision and he follows suit, shaking his head as well. Maxxine nods.

Maxxine: That's better.

Despayre nods again and slowly approaches once Delia signals to Maxxine it's okay. Despayre starts to say something, then turns and looks at Maxxine again, his eyes going to her hair. He blinks, then looks at Delia.

Despayre: Did she get hit by lightning?

Delia: Have I not taught you z'at bigger is always better when it comes to hair? It's z'e beauty queen style I demand of my employees, of course…

Delia nods her head in a serious manner as she looks back to Maxxine, admiring the style of her hair. She then leans forward and takes a strand of Despayre's hair between her fingers as she lifts her lips in disgust.

Delia: Joshua, darling? Have you been using three in one shampoo-body wash-conditioner on your hair? Your ends are so split, it's almost a shame…

Delia hears a noise off in the distance, and it causes her to shoot her eyes off in the distance, on high alert now. She gasps, but then takes a short breath of relief before returning back to Despayre, a look of true concern on her face now. Despayre's head is hanging low, in shame, but he lifts his head and fidgets before he answers her.

Despayre: Just a few times. I had to. I used the last of that special herbal shampoo you gave me on Angel. He got caught out in the rain and started smelling kinda funky.

Despayre glanced down at the teddy bear in his arms and frowned.

Despayre: Oh you know very well what you smell like when you get wet! Hey, nobody made you chase that beasty outside…

Maxxine shares a sidelong look with Delia and arches a brow in wonder, but the concern is waved off. Despayre sighs and shakes his head.

Despayre: Anyhoo, Angel and I were looking for you. We stopped at the Mean Girls dressing room but that one with the long hair that acts like she needs a lot of chocolate was kinda snotty and said you weren't there. We got kinda concerned and went looking for you. I thought maybe that one mean woman that's been fighting with you might have do'd something.

Despayre leans forward and cups a hand around the side of his mouth for a hush hush secret whisper.

Despayre: I suspect she might be a few colors short of a full box of Crayola.

Delia: Z'AT is an understatement. But to be honest, I have not been right lately eis'er. Not just around her, but everywhere. She ruined… my face!

Delia lets out a cry that would likely make any outsider laugh in delight at how pathetic it is. She leans against Despayre's shoulder as she lets out a light, squeaky cry. Despayre wraps his arm around her shoulder and tucks the side of his head against her own, careful not to let his split ends interfere with her own tresses.

Despayre: Awww! That's just not true! You're still pretty as a picture. And that mask just adds to your MAH-velousness!

Despayre lets go and allows Delia to stand upright once again. He nods with a confident smile. Delia looks up at him and sniffles, wiping away her tears.

Delia: You're right. I still look prettier z'an z'e rest of z'e Bombshells… and z'e os'er Mean Girls… sorry bout it.

Delia nods, as if she is still trying to convince herself that this is actually true. A genuine smile comes across her face as Despayre reassures her.

Despayre: I just know you're gonna beat her. You're gonna win! And Gabriel is gonna win! Just…

He fidgets a bit, a look of concern slowly creeping onto his otherwise bright, youthful face.

Despayre: Be careful? Please? I don't want you to get hurt … again.

Delia's neck twitches slightly as her posture tenses up. She lets out an uncharacteristic maniacal laugh, but catches herself with a hand over her mouth. However, she smiles almost sadistically.

Delia: She has taken my modeling career from me. Most people wouldn't see z'is as a big deal, but it was my world. I do not care what I have to risk tonight. I'm going to take somes'ing away from her. I'm going to make her pay wi's buckets of blood. I have a point to prove, and I don't care if I get anos'er scar, Despy… Everyone will see I'm not all bark and no bite. Z'ey will all see, hmmm…

Delia flips her hair back as she pats Despayre on the shoulder. With that, she walks off, a fire lit underneath her for her match up later tonight. Despayre watches as she goes and waves good-bye to her back. Maxxine follows her employer and Despayre waves to her as well.

Despayre: Nice to meet you sir!

Maxxine skids to a halt and turns and glares but finds Despayre bouncing around the corner and out of sight.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it will be contested under standard rules 30 minutes time limits. This match will be for the SCW World Tag Team Championship!!!!

Justin: And their opponents! Weighing in at 472 pounds!! They are Andrew Garcia and Ivan Darrell!!! Dying Breed!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

Justin: And their opponents

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. Making their way to the ring, Being accompanied to the ring by Diamond, at a total combined weight of 535 lbs. They are the SCW World Tag Team Champions, "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 look at their opponents

Simone: I am looking forward to this one.

Adams: Well the way the tag team championship has changed hands as of late, makes me wonder whether these two know what it takes to keep on to them!!!


The bell rings as Garcia and Hardin start off the match, circling each other as they then lock arms. Garcia grabs the head of Hardin and drops him into the canvas with a side headlock. Grinding the head in the grip. Hardin slowly manages to get to his knees and to his feet, forcing Garcia to do the same before sending Garcia in the ropes. Coming off the ropes it is Garcia that gets dropped by a shoulder block from Hardin. Hardin tags in his tag team partner Dark Tiger as the pick Garcia up and deliver a double clothesline. Sending Garcia down to the canvas as the big guy takes over. Dark Tiger grabs the much smaller Garcia and blasts his forearm into the back of the former co holder of the tag titles. Dropping him to the floor as the fans are loving it.

Simone: Oh my goodness, that's some power!!

Adams: I am sure you never smelled my socks in the morning

Big Tiger whips Garcia in the ropes and goes for a big boot, but Garcia manages to sidestep and delivers a shotblock to the left leg of the big man. He then tags in his tag team partner as the two of them work on the leg. Garcia holds on to the left leg as Darrell delivers 3 quick elbows to the knee joint of the Big man. He then kicks it as Garcia keeps the referee occupied as he warns him to get out of het ring at the count of five. Garcia watches as Darrell delivers a few knees in the back of the leg of Dark Tiger before going for a Single Leg Boston. Unfortunately he gets kicked in the chest by the other leg as he tries to roll over the big guy. Sending him through the ropes..

Simone: They will have to do more to keep this big giant down!!

Adams: Chloroform???

The Dark Tiger tries to crawl over to his tag team partner, who gets blasted in the face by Garcia just moments before his tag team partner could have tagged him in. Garcia turns and kicks Dark Tiger in the face several times before being warned by the referee to get out of the ring. This gives Casey the chance to slide a chair into the ring for Darrell who blasts ita cross the leg of the big man. He then slides the chair out of the ring and goes for the cover.


Kickout by Tiger as he benchpresses his opponent in the air. Darrell tags in Garcia as he climbs the turnbuckles and measures the big guy for an double arm Axhandle. Just when the big man turns towards him, he jumps off. Only to be caught by Tiger as he delivers a big time chokeslam in the middle of the ring. Causing both men to drop on their backs as the referee starts to use the 10 count on both of them


Simone: Don't let it end this way!!


Adams: Well at least we could have had a succesful tag title defence for sure!!!!

As we reach the count of seven, we see Dark Tiger crawl over to his corner as Darrell does the same. The championw tag in first as Garcia sprints towards the corner. Trying to knock off Hardin once more, but this time he gets surprised by a being caught by the head as Hardin jumps off the apron and drops the head of Garcia on the top rope. Causing hi mto drop into the middle of the ring as Hardin climbs back on the apron to receive the tag.

Simone: That was some move from Hardin wouldnt you agree???

Adams: Yeah that was, uhm nice.

Hardin charges in on Garcia, who is groggy and gets a running boot in the face by the challenger. He then turns his attention towards Darrell who runs in the ring and gets blasted by a big time Back Body Drop. Hardin then returns to Garcia and picks him up for an atomic drop before running to the ropes for a running clothesloine. Dropping the champ as he goes for the cover.

3!! NO!!!!

At the final moment it is Darrell that stops the three count with an elbow to the back of Hardin. Causing the giant man to enter the ring and attacks Darrell. Now al four men are in the ring as the referee tries to maintain some order.

Simone: I think this is going to be ugly

Adams: Lets get it on!!!!!

Hardin and Garcia trade blows, Garcia ducks a clothesline and dropkicks Hardin in the corner. Garcia signals he wants to end it as he jumps into the corner and goes for a hurricanrana in the corner. But when he attempts to perform the move it is Hardin that catches him and delivers a Powerbomb in the middle of the ring. Darell attempts to save him, but is stopped by the big man as the referee goes for het three count


The referee calls for the bell as the match has come to an end.

Justin: The winners of this match and STILL SCW tag team champions of the World!! Rebels On A Rampage!!!!

Both men are handed the gold as they celebrate their victory

Adams: I knew R.O.A.R would retain!!!

Simone: Oh brother…..

The camera moves backstage to see Mercedes Vargas, Amanda Cortez, and Angelica walking through the halls. Following close behind them is Veronica Taylor, with her arms wrapped around Giani Di Luca. They are both smiles as they talk amongst each other. Giani has Veronica's duffel bag over his shoulder, and despite the heavy contents, it is no big deal for him. They round the corner to the Mean Girls locker room where Angelica fumbles around with the keys. She tries to get the door unlocked, but to no avail.

Angelica: Ugh, why are there so many keys? We need that one girl to do these things for us. What's her name again?

Giani: Ey yo, Angie. Hurry it up won'tcha? We ain't got awl day.

Angelica stomps her foot angrily as she tries another key. Giani looks a little anxious himself as he looks down at Veronica. She seems to know something is up, but doesn't know what just yet. Angelica finally gets the door open as Mercedes and Amanda walk in right after. Veronica goes to follow, but Giani leans down and kisses her deeply. She places a hand against his chest as if pushing herself away, but she keeps her lips pressed against his for a minute.

Veronica: You're up to something, baby. It better be good.

Veronica eyes him carefully,however, she soon struts walking into the room. She looks down a silver box with a pink bow on it she looks taken back as she fans herself a bit do to the box. As she says in an excited tone.

Veronica: Oh my god, like what is in there baby?! Like you were up to something and so far its pretty good.

Veronica gave a wink to her boyfriend meaning she liked so far where this was going. Giani walks around her and pulls a fine bottle of champagne out of her own duffel bag, along with two rose stem glasses. He sets them down on the table next to the box.

Giani: I wanted to surprise ya after ya won later tonight, but I couldn't wait to give ya these.

Giani pops the champagne bottle open, the loud pop causing the other Mean Girls to jump in surprise. Giani shows no regard for this as he pours two glasses of champagne

Giani: I figured why wait? It ain't like the Sweet Nurses stand a chance against ya. I mean, wit a freakin' retarded name like that, who would take ‘em seriously?

Giani lets the bubbly settle a bit as he picks up the box and hands it to Veronica, looking excited. He gives his infamous smile and laugh as he rubs his hands together, waiting for Veronica to open it.

Veronica: Duh, they have no chance I mean hello do you know who I am? Baby, I am Veronica Freaking Taylor. I know you always get me the best, because I am the best.

She smirks arrogantly, before unwrapping the box spotting a pair of sliver Jimmy Cho High Heel strapped Sandals she smiles brightly at the gift, pulling Giani in closer to plant a small kiss on him. She smiled before saying.

Veronica: Well, I been wanting these shoes for awhile now baby. Not like, the Sweet Nurses could pull off anything like this I mean they are so so basic, like I am surprised that Tessa is not running around with them. Her basicness could combine with theirs to create Team Basic.

Veronica giggled at her own quip. Flicking her hair arrogantly. Giani laughs politely as well as he kneels down slightly to lift the top of the box off to reveal what Veronica already knows is inside, a pair of next season Jimmy Choo's.

Giani: Most def, baby. Most def. You awready beat that Candy chick once, and even if you didn't… Well, these was meant to be a celebration present, but since ya awready got it in the freakin' bag, let's test these babies out.

Amanda: Since I am going to win with her, can I have a glass of champagne too?

Giani thinks about it for a moment, tapping his chin as he spend this time to think of a nice way to say "no". When he can't come up with one he goes to the sure fire way to let her know.

Giani: No… I only mean that we only got two glasses, and I awready drank from one, so…

Giani shrugs his shoulders as Amanda sinks down in disappointment. Giani takes Veronica's right foot in his hand, removing her Louboutin shoe and places the new one on, all while looking at her gorgeous leg in his hands. He begins kissing up her calf, and to her thigh as Veronica looks back at the other girls.

Veronica: Would you ladies give us a moment to celebrate in privacy? A warm up for our match, if you will.

Giani: Yeah-heah-heah we're gonna warm up!

Angelica, Mercedes, and Amanda all stare at them as if to ask them if they are serious. Veronica glares at them to let them know how serious she is. The other three scoff, rolling their eyes before they grab their bags and exit the room. Veronica squeals excitedly as Giani runs his hands up her thigh. He reaches just under her skirt as the camera fades elsewhere.

Goth can be seen backstage on a bench with a towel over his face savoring the wetness and coolness of the water that he bathed it in where his woman walks in

Sapphira: Goth?? I will be there for you tonight for support, but it is not too late to walk away from this match. I have the limo already prepared for us to go anywhere we want, just think about it my love…I…,

Goth takes off the wet towel and looks at his woman with a look of sadness.

Goth: I know my love and even though it is tempting for me to run, I must do this.. I must go through this misery that is known Chris Shipman… to make him understand what I am all about…,

With that he puts back on his towel over his head as he rests some more. Where the camera fades with a crying Sapphira.

Justin: The following contest is a singles match and is scheduled for one fall, introducing first...

"Metal Health (Bang Your Head)" by Quiet Riot hits the speakers and the crowd boos as "The Fearless One" Steve Ramone makes his way down to the ring with Andreas Bergfalk and Cyrus King at his side.

Justin: Being accompanied to the ring by Cyrus King andd Andreas Bergfalk. From Queens, New York, weighing in at two hundred pounds, he is The Fearless One, Steve Ramone!

The three men ignore the fans at ringside before they reach the ringside area where Cyrus and Andreas enter the ring first followed by Steve, they pose for the crowd before they turn to the ramp in anticipation for Steve's opponent.

Justin: And his opponent...

The lights cut out as the opening guitars from "Sail" by Devildriver start to play through the PA system. A shadowy figure makes his way onto the stage as fog begins to fill the arena.


The guitars and drums kick in and a white spotlight shines down on Damian the "Dark Defender" kneeling in the center of the stage with his head resting on fist.


They kick in again and Damian jumps to his feet. Carrying a taped wooden axe-handle in his right hand he begins to make his way down the ramp as the music kicks on in full. He paces slowly down toward ringside, his eyes fixated on the ring, breathing heavy as he passes fans with their hands stretched out toward him.

Justin: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown….weighing in at 248 pounds…..he is the "Dark Defender"……DAMIAN!

He gets to the steps and stops. He turns to face the crowd and stares for a moment, letting out heavy breaths, before turning back around in a hurry and slamming his axe handle down on the steps just as the chorus kicks in.


He steps up in much quicker fashion and glides through the ropes. He makes it tot eh center of the six-sided ring and raises up his axe-handle to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He places it in the corner before slowly slipping off his combat vest. He adjusts his mask and then waits for the bell.


Instantly the two men move to the middle of the ring and start to exchange punches. Damian nails Steve with a hard shot, knocking him to the canvas and causing Cyrus and Andreas to jump up on the ring apron. Damian moves towards them, first nailing Cyrus in the head with a right hand before spinning and catching Andreas with a left hand.

Simone: The odds are stacked against Damian tonight.

Damian spins around but Steve cuts him off with a knee to the and drops him down with a quick bulldog. Damian's head bounces off the floor and Steve returns to his feet and stomps on the back of Damian's head. Steve moves over him in a full mount on his back and starts to nail blows in to the back of Damian's head, but Damian starts to push himself on to his knees. He gets back up on to his feet, holding Steve on his back and drops backwards, crushing him under his weight. Damian rolls off of Steve and gets himself on to his feet. He waits for Steve to return to his and charges at him, connecting with a huge clothesline, the force taking Steve off his feet and flipping him over. Steve lands awkwardly on his shoulder but Damian stays on the attack, stepping forward and reaching down with both hands and with one quick movement, pulling him to his feet. As Ramone lands, the Dark Defender nails him with a straight headbutt.

Adams: Tooth rattler right there.

Ramone falls back in to the corner and Damian charges in and plants a knee to the jaw of Ramone. He reaches down and pulls him out of the corner, scooping him up on to his shoulder and dropping him across the top rope. Ramone bounces backwards and Damian catches him, lifting him over with a release belly to back suplex, flipping Ramone over on to his stomach. Damian spins, rolling Ramone on to his back and goes for the cover. Jasmine drops down to make the count


Ramone gets a shoulder up

Simone: Damian in control here.

Damian pulls Ramone to his feet but Ramone jumps and nails the larger man with a dropkick to the knee, forcing him down to one knee.

Adams: Spoke too soon.

Ramone quickly scrambles to his feet and charges at the ropes. He bounces back and jumps in the air, kicking Damian around the side of the head with a sharp kick. Damian falls forward and Ramone lifts him up. Ramone charges him to the ropes and throws Damian over the top rope. He stands in the ring, his arms wide as the fans boo.

Adams: Do you think he threw Damian out of the ring, just to pose for the fans?

Simone: I wouldn't put anything past him.

Steve walks towards Jasmine, shouting at her to take her attention as Cyrus and Andreas stomp away on Damian.

Simone: This isn't a handicap match.

Adams: No, but Steve has been around this world long enough to know that he needs to make every advantage count. What's the point of bodyguards if you can't use them?

Simone: Why would people who fight for a living, need bodyguards anyway?

Cyrus and Andreas back off as Steve pushes his way past Jasmine. He waits until Damian gets to his feet and charges at the ropes, diving through the middle of them with a suicide dive and crashing in to Damian!

Adams: Wow!

Steve gets to his feet, rolling in the ring and climbing to the top rope, looking down at the fallen Damian outside the ring.

Simone: What's he doing now?

Adams: Being fearless.

Steve dives off the top rope to the outside with a shooting star press, landing on Damian's chest perfectly!

Crowd: Holy shit! Holy Shit!

Simone: Don't chant that, you'll just stoke his ego more.

Adams: Even I gotta admit that was unexpected.

Steve shoots to his feet, rolling Damian in with him and going for the cover.


Damian forces Ramone off him!

Adams: Damian showing he has some power in those tattooed muscles.

Ramone waits for Damian to return to his feet, as he does, he jumps in the air, wrapping his legs around Damian's neck and flipping the big man over for a hurricanruna. Damian rolls on to his knees but Steve charges at him and catches him with a powerful Yakuza kick to the chest, sending Damian on to his back. Damian lands next to the rope and Steve uses it as a springboard, bouncing off it and crashing a leg down on Damian's chest. Ramone moves to the corner, he springboards up and lands on the top rope, falling backwards with a split legged moonsault but Damian move out of the way and Ramone lands hard on his stomach.

Simone: Ramone just knocked the wind right out of himself there.

Damian rolls away and uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Steve joins him, holding his stomach, but Damian jumps in with a huge overhead haymaker punch, right to the jaw, knocking Steve Ramone flat on his back!

Adams: That punch would have knocked out a rhino!

Damian stumbles against the ropes, leaning against them and breathing hard. Steve slowly starts to stir, and Damian moves in, standing by Steve and waiting for him to get to his feet, as he does, moves in, locking him up in a sleeper and lifts him over, crashing Ramone on his head!

Simone: Delirium!

Damian rolls on top of Ramone and goes for the cover.


Andreas pulls Jasmine out of the ring and to the floor!

Simone: That dirty, rotten...

Adams: I think Jasmine might have hit her head on the floor there.

The camera shows Jasmine laying on the floor on the outside the ring. Damian looks around but Cyrus and Andreas enter the ring. Damian gets to his feet, looking at the huge man that is Andreas Bergfalk, while Cyrus King helps Steve to his feet.

Adams: This does not look good for Damian.

Damian strikes first, clubbing Bergfalk with a shot to the head, he turns to Steve, nailing him with a right hand and taking him down, he plants an elbow in Cyrus' jaw, forcing him away. Damian turns around, only to be met with a big boot from Andreas, knocking Damian to the canvas!

Simone: The numbers game wins out again.

Ramone returns to his feet, yelling out instructions to Andreas and Cyrus. The two big men pick Damian up and lift him in to a double powerbomb position, a leg on each shoulder. Steve stands in front of them and grabs Damian's head as the other two drop him forward!

Adams: What a triple powerbomb!

The three turn away from Damian, Cyrus and Andreas raising Steve's arms in the air as the crowd boo. The crowds turn to cheers as Damian sits right back up as turns his head sharply towards the three men, his eyes burning a hole in their backs.

Simone: What the hell am I seeing here?

Damian returns to his feet, stalking the three. Before any of them can turn around, Damian changes and bundles Andreas over the top rope. Cyrus and Steve turn to see but Damian makes a beeline towards Cyrus, nailing him with hard lefts and right. Damian backs him against the ropes and nails him with a throat thrust, sending him to the outside of the ring. A wide arrogant smile crosses Steve Ramone's face as he readies himself behind Damian.

Simone: He's took his eye off the ball and Ramone is ready to pounce.

Damian turns around and Steve launches his leg in Damian's direction!

Simone: Fearless Shot!

Adams: No!

Damian catches Steve Ramone's leg and spins him around three hundred and sixty degrees before lifting him on his shoulders. Damian moves to the middle of the ring and drops Ramone on his face!

Simone: The Eradicator!

Adams: But we have no referee.

Damian rolls Steve on to his back as Jacob Summers charges down the ramp, only to be cut off by Andreas Bergfalk and Cyrus King.

Simone: Oh come on!

Jacob tries to move past but neither man will let him. Behind their backs, Jasmine moves back in the ring and makes the count.


Cyrus and Andreas turn around but they're too late!



Justin: The winner of the match... Damian, The Dark Defender!

Simone: Damian has overcome the odds to defeat Steve Ramone and his back up.

The camera moves to a surprised looking Bergfalk and King as they slide in to the ring to check on Steve Ramone.

Adams: They tried to do all they can to help Steve to victory, but I don't think either man will be winning employee of the month.

We cut backstage to see the Number One Contender for the SCW Heavyweight Championship in his locker room, pacing back and forth for a few seconds… already dressed in his ring gear for tonight. Watts throws a few punches at the air: right jab, left hook, duck and a right hook. Trying to warm up, stretch, and keep himself loose for his match tonight. There seems to be no one else in his locker room but himself, dressed in his normal ring attire with a white wife beater covering his upper body. He stops for a second, standing in the center of his locker room, taking a few deep breaths, looking down at the ground.

Knock… Knock…

A couple of knocks are heard at the locker room door. Watts doesn't move, just turns his head to stare at the door, he doesn't say anything either. A few moments pass as Watts just continues to stare at the door.


This knock was a single knock, a bit harder and more loud than the first. Watts takes a deep breath, still looking towards the door. Watts still doesn't move just staring at the door.


The hinges on the door squeak as the door is pushed open and we focus on the door frame. Walking into the locker room is none other than the Original Bombshell, Misty. Watts continues to stare at Misty who is dressed in dark blue jeans, one of her signature "Original Bombshell" tank tops, complete with some shorter heels. She folds her arms across her chest as she looks towards Watts.

Misty: So you've gone back to ignoring me then?

Watts chuckles, shaking his head as he turns his full body to face Misty, standing a few feet from her as he responds.

Andrew Watts: Ignoring you? What is that supposed to mean? I haven't exactly been by my phone this week if you are referring to any texts or calls… seems like EVERYONE thinks I am ignoring them or something, didn't realize how important I was to everyone.

Watts chuckles at his sarcastic sentence as he places his hands on his hips, staring towards Misty. She rolls her eyes and lets out a chuckle of her own as she takes a step towards him.

Misty: I haven't been trying to call or text you or anything, but you wouldn't answer the door so I just sort of figured that since the other day you might have been trying to avoid me or something.

Andrew Watts: Oh right, because clearly I knew that it was you at the door… it could have been anyone. Not going to lie, I thought it was someone else actually. And no, definitely don't want to avoid you, it's actually been on my mind, A LOT...

Watts takes a step closer to Misty, letting out a sigh as he stares forward at her. Misty scratches the back of her head and echoes the sigh.

Misty: You too, huh? Well, I think your main focus should be on this match against Gabriel tonight. You don't need any distractions. Not that you need to be reminded of that or anything.

Watts nods his head.

Andrew Watts: Oh trust me, that is my main focus… he has no idea what is coming his way… and there won't be ANY distractions… no REJECTS, no Desiree… no one, I told them all that I don't want any of them at ringside. They seemed a bit confused, a bit pissed off… but this is my fight, and I'll rip him apart on my own, without anyone distracting at ringside...

Misty bites her bottom lip as if she almost has a bit of bad news as she stares at him.

Misty: Umm...well about that. I sort of will be at ringside for this match. I have a front row seat.

Watts chuckles, nodding his head as he looks forward at Misty, he doesn't seem too upset about this one though.

Andrew Watts: Hmm, really? Well… I guess I don't mind you there. I'll be honest, we kind of got here… well, together. So why not end this thing together, have you right there as I beat the living hell out of Gabriel and claim what I deserve… the face of SCW.

Misty: Good. I'm glad to hear you say that. I've actually been looking forward to this match. Neither one of you may be the most likable guys in SCW, but I think I know who I'd rather see win this one.

Misty grins and points to Watts, though it was probably already obvious that Watts is her favorite to win. Watts cracks a smile, for the first time in a while… at least from what we have seen lately.

Andrew Watts: Yeah, thanks. Gabriel has had his time to shine, I think it's time for his ass to be thrown out of the spotlight. I've had spotlight on me since I joined here, and… well I want ALL of the spotlight, tonight I plan on gaining that, all of that… and I will.

Watts smirks confidently as he finishes his sentence, staring forward. Misty smiles and nods.

Misty: I couldn't agree more. A small part of me wishes I would have stuck it out a little bit longer so that both of us could say we went on to win the gold after the tournament, but...there were other plans either way.

Andrew Watts: And you would definitely have gone on to win the Bombshell Championship, without a doubt. Oh well though, count my win as a win for you too… we got here together, just don't expect to hear me admit that too often, if ever again.

Misty laughs.

Misty: Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me.

Misty takes a few steps closer to Watts, stopping just inches from him.

Misty: Well, I better get back to ringside. I just wanted to see you and wish you good luck. Good luck tonight. Not that you'll really need it.

Misty then leans in and goes for a quick kiss on the cheek, which turns into a bit of a moderately long kiss on the cheek. She pulls away from Watts and turns and walks towards the door. Watts stares as she pulls the door open, exiting the locker room and the door shuts behind her. Watts hands are still on his hips as he nods his head, a half smirk on his face. He runs his right hand back through his hair, letting out a sigh.

Simone: Jason, what on earth are you wearing?!

Adams: This next match is going to be one bloody match, Belinda! I brought a poncho to protect myself and I was even nice enough to bring you one, too!

Simone: Thanks, but I think I'll pass. You look ridiculous.

Adams: One can never be too safe, Belinda. Wait and see.

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman, our next match is scheduled for one fall and it is the Barbed Wire Death Match! As you can see, the ropes surrounding the ring have been removed and replaced with barbed wire. Each man can do as they see fit and can only win by pinfall or submission!

Crowd: HUGE POP!

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 Decent: Introducing first weighing in at two hundred sixty-five pounds. From West London, England. He is a member of the Seven Deadly Sins and the "Original Psycho"…CHRIS SHIPMAN!!!!

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

Man in the Box hits through the sound system as the arena goes black except for a bright white light that shines through the entire entrance way. On the Titan Tron we see the name Goth appear with the figure of the classic clip of Alice In Chains with the sown shut eyes emerges behind the name.

Justin Decent: And his opponent, being accompanied by Sapphira. Weighing in at two hundred forty-nine pounds…From New York, New York…GOTH!!!!

The figure that we know is Goth emerges with Sapphira by his side, holding his stick in his hand for blind and visually impared as he moves to the ring. He slowly walks up the steps with the stick in front of him, helping him to climb the steps. He carefully steps through the barbed wire ropes ropes and hands Sapphira his stick before kissing her mouth and watches her walk to the time keeper.

Simone: I'm not sure if Sapphira being at ringside is the safest idea.

Adams: And I'm not sure she really wants to witness this match! She's about to see her man get ripped to shreds. Quite literally!

The referee for this match, Holly Wood, stands between the two as Goth's music finally dies down and the crowd is roaring with excitement. Both Goth and Shipman glare at one another, until Holly finally calls for the bell and the match begins!


Goth and Shipman slowly circle one another as the crowd starts cheering loudly. Holly stays at a safe distance so as not to get caught between the two(though under normal circumstances she might enjoy it!). Shipman smiles wickedly as he and Goth approach one another.

Simone: Let the war of words begin.

Adams: Words won't do any damage in this match, Belinda!

The trash talking eventually leads to the two locking arms, both trying to get the early advantage in this match. Shipman manages to get Goth in a side headlock as he slowly tries to back him against the barbed wire. Goth struggles and fights, holding the two back as much as he can until he manages to whip Shipman across the ring right at the barbed wire!

Adams: Here we go!

Simone: I don't think so, Jason. Shipman was smart enough as well as quick enough to stop himself just in time.

Shipman stops just short of the ropes and the fans let out a disappointed groan as they were expecting to see the first signs of blood early on. Shipman smiles wickedly again, shaking his index finger at the fans in the front row when Goth charges at him! The crowd cheers, but Shipman ducks before Goth can send him back against the ropes and Shipman delivers a hard elbow to the gut! Goth stumbles back and Shipman quickly grabs him into another side headlock, once again trying to drag him towards the barbed wire!

Adams: Isn't this match sort of a fantasy for Shipman? Why is he fighting it when he enjoys any sort of pain?

Simone: I think he likes inflicting it more, Jason. And neither of these men wants to be the first one to bleed. You should know that!

Adams: Hey, I'm not that stupid. The longer ya bleed, the worse your chances are of winning a match like this.

Shipman inches closer and closer to the barbed wire, dragging Goth to within just inches! Goth holds his hands out, doing everything he can to protect himself as long as he can. Shipman uses all his strength as he tries to rake Goth's head against the barbed wire, but Goth simply won't allow it.


Adams: I'm sure there will be plenty of blood shed soon enough. Patience people!

Shipman lets out a frustrated growl as he's still unable to get Goth's face against the barbed wire. Eventually, Goth is able to fight back, elbowing Shipman in the gut until Shipman releases his hold. Goth stands tall fighting back against Shipman with hard right shots to the head as both men back away from the barbed wire.

Simone: So far both Goth and Shipman have done well at saving their skin. Literally!

Adams: Not for long, Belinda!

Goth and Shipman are battling it out in the center of the ring until Goth grabs Shipman by the arm and goes to whip him across the ring! The crowd is buzzing with excitement and get even more wild as Shipman hangs on to Goth's arm and reverses the whip! He releases Goth who goes sailing across the ring and against the barbed wire, back first! Goth writhes in pain as the barbed wire digs into his back and Shipman smiles wickedly as he wastes little time.

Adams: Man I felt that one and it HURT!

Simone: Goth better get away quick or he's about to lose more blood!

Shipman won't allow it, as when Goth attempts to get away from the barbed wire, he grabs Goth by the head, spins him around and digs Goth's face right into the barbed wire, raking it across! Blood begins to pour from Goth's forehead as the crowd goes wild and Goth screams in agony and Shipman won't let up!

Simone: And Holly is just standing as far back as she can.

Adams: Wouldn't you? She can't stop what happens at all and I'm sure she doesn't want either men's blood on her hands.

Simone: A little bit unavoidable in a match like this, Jason.

Shipman eventually backs away for a moment as Goth pulls his head away from the barbed wire and collapses to his knees. Shipman laughs wickedly at his handy work and when he goes on the offensive again, Goth thinks quickly and rolls under the bottom of the barbed wire and out of the ring!

Simone: I'm not sure if that was a smart move or a stupid one. He'll have to get back in the ring eventually.

Goth walks around the ring for a moment as Shipman glares down at him, thinking about his next move. When Goth stops and tries to clear the blood from his eyes, Shipman thinks quickly. He takes a few steps back and charges towards the barbed wire, doing a baseball slide right under the bottom of it and colliding with Goth! The crowd erupts in cheers as both men crash to the floor and Holly heads over, checking on both men from inside the ring.

Adams: Well things just got a little more interesting. Shipman didn't want to wait for Goth to try and get back in the ring.

Shipman is slowly getting back to his feet, still with a little more strength and energy than Goth, but Goth seems to be searching under the ring for something and Shipman doesn't see it. When Shipman finally gets back to his feet, he heads over to Goth and when he leans down he's hit right in the gut with a barbed wire covered bat! He lets out a loud howl as he stumbles back, holding his gut and Goth pulls himself back to his feet, stalking his arch nemesis!


Goth doesn't waste another second as he raises the barbed wire covered bat and brings it crashing against Shipman's back! He pulls the bat back again, and hits him in the gut again, going back and forth from Shipman's gut and back in a rapid brutal assault!

Simone: I…I can't believe what I'm seeing, Jason.

Adams: It's only going to get worse before it gets better, Belinda!

Goth eventually tosses the bat into the ring as Shipman collapses to the ground, his back and stomach a bloody mess. While Shipman writhes in pain, Goth begins searching under the ring yet again as the crowd watches on in curious anticipation. One by one Goth takes out various weapons from under the ring, but each are covered in barbed wire! A kendo stick…steel chair and…a table?!

Simone: Oh my…a table with barbed wire wrapped all around it. Just when I thought I'd seen it all.

Adams: Nothing surprises me these days in SCW, Belinda!

Goth slides the table into the ring before he reaches down and pulls Shipman back to his feet. Before he slides Shipman back into the ring, he puts Shipman's face against the barbed wire and returns the favor by raking it all across the sharpened edges, causing the blood to now pour from Shipman's face! Goth then rolls the crazed Seven Deadly Sins member back into the ring before he slides in right behind him.

Simone: I don't think either of these men are too concerned about getting a pin over the other. They just want to destroy each other.

Adams: And you call ME Captain Obvious sometimes?

Goth gets himself back to his feet, staring down Shipman. The kendo stick wrapped with barbed wire is right next to Shipman and Goth gets an evil look in his eyes as he reaches down and picks it up.

Simone: Uh oh…things are about to get so much worse for Chris Shipman.

Adams: Hey, he enjoys these types of matches, Belinda. He asks for them!

Goth stands over Shipman's head, then kneels down bringing Shipman up to a seated position. Both men are covered in blood and it's hard to tell whose is whose at this point. Goth holds up the kendo stick, looking around the crowd, until he brings it down and presses it against Shipman's throat, choking him! The barbed wire digs into Shipman's throat, drawing more blood and Shipman kicks and tries to fight his way out of it!

Simone: Good lord! I'd hate to know the damage that will do to Shipman's throat!

Goth doesn't hold back as he pulls the kendo stick back harder, causing the barbed wire to dig further into Shipman's skin! After a while, Shipman starts to wear down and his fighting decreases until Goth has his shoulders against the canvas and goes for the pin! Holly drops down for the count!



3-NO! Shipman somehow kicks out at the last second!

Simone: Goth almost had Shipman there. I have no idea how Shipman kicked out of that one!

Adams: Easy. He doesn't want to lose this one.

Goth slams his hands down on the mat in frustration and he yanks the kendo stick away from Shipman's throat! Shipman holds his throat and rolls over, spilling yet more blood on the canvas. Goth kneels for a moment, and stares at the barbed wire wrapped table, narrowing his eyes. He slowly gets back to his feet and walks over to the table, reaching down and picking it up.

Adams: If Goth uses that table, I'm not sure Shipman will be able to walk away from that!

Simone: I don't see how anyone could, Jason!

Goth sets up the table near the center of the ring as the crowd begins to roar. Shipman has rolled over on to his back at this point and once the table is set up, Goth walks over to Shipman and pulls him to his feet by his hair. He pulls Shipman closer to the table setting him up for a powerbomb!

Simone: He's not going to…My God that could end Shipman!

Adams: That's the point, Belinda!

Goth glances to the barbed wire wrapped around the table, clearly about to get a sick satisfaction over what he is about to do. However, when he goes to attempt the powerbomb, Shipman fights back, saving himself from more damage! Goth continues to attempt the powerbomb until Shipman finally counters it and sends Goth flying over him in a back body drop! Shipman collapses to his knees briefly, but fights with everything he has as he reaches for the steel chair!

Simone: Don't count Shipman out just yet people!

Shipman stands back for a moment, waiting as Goth gets back to his feet. Goth has his back turned towards Shipman and when he turns around, Shipman swings back and hits Goth right in the midsection and the barbed wire digs into his skin! You can see the agonizing look on Goth's face and Shipman yanks the chair away, swinging it back once again only this time, hitting Goth in the back!

Adams: These two are an absolute bloody mess. I'm so glad I wore this poncho to protect myself!

Simone: Blood hasn't even splashed over here, Jason. You still look like an idiot!

Adams: Don't look now, Belinda, but I think there is some blood on your shoe!

Goth collapses to the canvas, not moving. Save for his obvious breathing, you wouldn't even know the first triple crown champion in SCW history was even alive at the moment. Shipman kicks Goth over on to his back before he drops down, covering his battered and bloodied body and Holly drops down for the count.



3-NO! Goth manages to get the shoulder up, shocking everyone in attendance and further angering Shipman!

Simone: Yet another very close call, this time by Goth. The fact that either of these men are able to keep this match going is just amazing.

Despire the considerable amount of blood that Shipman has already lost, he gets back to his feet rather quickly, dragging a near lifeless Goth along with him. He pulls Goth over to the barbed wire ropes, shoving him into the corner! At this point, Goth is almost immune to the pain as the barbed wire digs into his back and Shipman works on trying to end him once and for all!

Adams: I'm starting to lose track of who's who, Belinda! They're both just covered in blood and they look the same!

Simone: And I'm sure they feel about the same right now, too, Jason. Though Goth looks a little worse for…Oh God what is Shipman doing now?!

As Shipman has Goth stuck in the corner, he has taken the top and middle barbed wire ropes and entangled Goth's arm in them, making it impossible for him to get away! Goth shouts and screams, fighting to break free but it only causes the barbed wire to dig deeper into his arm as Shipman laughs but Goth manages to get in few kicks and Shipman backs up. Holly rushes over, with gloved hands, and she struggles to help Goth break free of the barbed wire!

Simone: Chris Shipman is one sick twisted individual. Just in case anyone didn't know that already.

Adams: I think that is why Synn has a fascination for him, Belinda.

Just as Holly is able to get Goth's arm free of the barbed wire, Shipman comes charging towards them! Holly dashes out of the way before Shipman collides with her, and just as he is about to collide with Goth, Goth ducks and darts out of the way as well and Shipman flies right into the barbed wire! He lets out another agonizing howl as he's is nearly stuck in the corner and Goth somehow manages to think quickly as he grabs Shipman by the back of the head and begins slamming his head repeatedly into the top of the barbed wire repeatedly!

Simone: I don't know how much more blood either man has left to lose!

Adams: Apparently a lot.

The adrenaline overtakes Goth and he spins Shipman around and shoves him into the barbed wire! Shipman has lost all feeling it seems as he doesn't even react to this latest onslaught and Goth grabs a hold of his hair, pulling him away from the corner and right towards the table! He knows he can't waste any time and he wraps his arms around Shipman's waste with their backs to the table. Before Shipman can even realize what is about to happen Goth suplexes Shipman right through the barbed wire table and Shipman immediately goes motionless! Sapphira is suddenly on her feet, yelling towards Goth as he is slowly moving into position!

Simone: He needs to make the cover soon if he doesn't want Shipman to recover from that!

Adams: I don't think there is ANY recovering from that, Belinda!

Goth finally drapes his arm over Shipman's practically lifeless body and Holly drops down for the count!





Justin Decent: Ladies and Gentleman here is your winner by pinfall….GOTH!!!

Goth rolls away from the table, breathing heavily. Sapphira rushes into the ring as ring officials are cutting the barbed wire away and she goes to check on her man. A heavily bloodied and battered Goth is struggling to get to his feet, only to drop to his knees. He stare at the even bloodie and battered Shipman as he calls for a microphone. He grabs the head of Shipman and locks him in a Sleeper hold while holding the microphone to his mouth

Goth: Please Shipman, I beg of you not to stop. I know what you can do and I embrace every part of it!!

Simone: What the???

Goth: I want to be freed of this terror, freed from the pain and the desires. Freed from this life as a sick individual and to be the very best husband for my wife! So please, no matter what you do… Break me… destroy me and above all…. Hate me!!!

With that Goth lets go off the hold and crawls to the edge of the ring where Sapphira is there, handing him his stick. The two hold on to each other as blood flows everywhere.

Adams: This guy has a deathwish!!!

Simone: Matches like these never cease to amaze me, Jason. How Goth can walk away from that is beyond me and from the looks of it, Shipman might not be walking away from it.

Adams: I'm sure Synn will be more than enough help.

Finally after some time, with a lot of assistance, Shipman is helped to his feet and out of the ring as they lead him towards the back to get checked out.

Sin City Wrestling's top backstage reporter has managed to catch Travis Nathaniel Andrews standing in line at catering as he is getting himself something to snack on.

Pussy: Hi Travis, I was wondering if you wouldn't mind answering a few questions for us tonight.

Travis looks at Pussy.

Travis: Do you mind? I am trying to get something to eat before my big match.

Pussy: I am sorry Travis but everyone is wondering what will your plans be after Mayhem In Morocco.

Shawna Jennings steps into the picture as Travis gets in line for a salad.

Shawna: If you want information regarding anything about Mr. Andrews, then you will speak to me. Mr. Andrews does not like members of the press invading his personal time.

Pussy: I was just wondering if he thinks Thaddeus Stone is a threat.

Shawna: Mr. Andrews doesn't view that shit stain as a threat. He views him as the D-List talent. Now, if you don't mind. Mr. Andrews wants privacy.

Pussy: but....but

Shawna: Amscray

Shawna joins her employer at his table as Pussy seems a little hurt.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the Sin City Wrestling WORLD Bombshell Tag Team Championship!

"Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen"


The opening cords of Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood'as "Something Bad" plays and the crowd cheers when out onto the stage steps the challengers for this tag team title match up!

Justin: Currently making their way down the aisle are the challengers! At a total combined weight of 252 pounds, Candy Overton and 'The Nurse" Cynthia Warren ... THE SWEET NURSES!

"Pulled up to the church but I got so nervous
Had to back it on up, couldn't make it to the service
Grabbed all the cash underneath my mattress
Got a real good feelin' something bad about to happen"

The crowd cheers as Cynthia and Candy hold their arms aloft to greet the fans before they begin making their way down the aisle, slapping hands on both sides of the entrance on their way to the ring.

"Ran into a girl in a pretty white dress
Rolled down a window, where you heading to next?
Said I'm heading to the bar with my money out the mattress
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen…"

The Sweet Nurses arrive at ringside and climb up onto the ring apron. While Cynthia steps through the ropes, Candy vaults over the top rope to join her partner inside of the ring...

"Stand on the bar, stomp your feet, start clapping
Got a real good feeling something bad about to happen
Drinks keep coming, throw my head back laughing
Wake up in the morning' don't know what happened
Whoa… Something bad
Whoa… Something bad"

The two partners are led to their corner by referee Jacob Summers where the challengers start planning strategy.

Justin: And their opponents...

The cheers Candy and Cynthia were greeted by soon turn into boos as "Amazing" by High Fashion hits the speakers prompting the arrival of the champions.

Justin: Introducing the SCW World Bombshell Tag Team Champions! At a total combined weight of 226 pounds, representing the Mean Girls ... Veronica Taylor and Amanda Cortez!

Amanda and Veronica make their way out and pose at the top of the stage before marching down to the ring with a purpose, Amanda slides into the ring under the bottom rope whilst Veronica enters through the ropes and they strut around the ring, holding their belts up for everyone to see, particularly the challengers. The champions point to themselves with bright smiles, mocking the jeers directed at them, before they turn and strike a pose together in the center of the ring.

Simone: Say what you will about their attitudes, but the Mean Girls have become the most dominant tag team champions in Bombshell history.

The Mean Girls appear offended when Jacob requests their championship belts, sneering at him in disdain. They shield the gold from the official until reluctantly they hand the title belts over. Jacob takes them over to show to Candy and Cynthia. They pat the gold for luck and the referee then holds the belts up for the entire building to see.

Adams: I looooove tag team title matches!

Jacob passes the gold outside and calls for the bell.


As the match is set to begin, Candy Overton is to begin for the challengers, and Veronica Taylor for the champions. Veronica rolls her eyes and acts as if this is all an inconvenience when she comes out of her corner and circles the ring with Overton. The two women pause in the center of the ring to lock up -- when Veronica lashes out and bitch slaps Candy across the face, knocking her to her knees!

Adams: Daaaamn! She just slapped the taste right out of Candy's mouth!

Candy holds her cheek as Veronica poses with a smug smile. Candy gets up and goes right after her but Veronica immediately ducks between the ropes to avoid her, and Jacob has to get between them in order to separate the two.

Simone: Veronica Taylor already asserting herself the best way she knows how, and Candy did not like it one bit.

Jacob gets Candy to back off finally and Veronica steps back into the ring. The two women circle again, eyeing one another, but before they can lock up, Veronica kicks her right in the stomach, doubling her over. Veronica then grabs two big handfuls of the challenger's hair and snapmares her over by the hair once, twice, THREE times! She drags Candy up by the hair and throws her through the ropes and out onto the floor. The crowd boos as Candy shakes it off and Veronica strikes another pose inside of the ring. Candy gets to her feet and starts to climb inside but Veronica hurries over and kicks at her. Jacob backs Taylor away from the ropes, and Candy climbs up onto the ring apron. Veronica brushes Jacob aside and again dashes at her opponent but Candy ducks and pulls the middle rope down and Veronica tumbles out of the ring and onto the floor herself!

Simone: She went to the well one too many times with Candy.

Veronica sits up on the floor, dazed, and looks up to see Candy mocking her in the ring, strutting and striking her OWN pose, much to the fans' cheering delight!

Adams: Ha ha! Love it!

Simone: Veronica Taylor, however, does not. She looks angry.

Veronica slams her hands on the floor and quickly rolls inside of the ring and starts complaining to Jacob. The poor referee just shrugs and Taylor turns on Candy and gets right up in her face and the two start a war of words.

Simone: Thank goodness we're live or else we'd really be in trouble over what they're saying to one another.

Veronica goes for another slap, but this time Candy blocks it. Candy then answers back with a straight jab to the face, dazing Taylor, then Overton follows up quickly with a roundhouse kick that knocks the champion flat on her back!

Adams: What a shot!

Candy grabs her and hauls her to her feet, then goes for an Irish whip but Veronica holds on and reverses it, sending her into the ropes. Veronica goes for a clothesline but Candy ducks, comes off the far side, and Taylor scoops her up into her arms and Candy takes her over with a tilt-a-whirl head scissors! he fans cheer as Veronica hurries over to her corner and quickly tags in Amanda Cortez.

Simone: Now lets see if Amanda has any more success than what Veronica had.

Candy beckons Amanda over and the two women lock up. Amanda powers her against the ropes and holds her there, breaking clean. Amanda smiles and nods as Veronica applauds her partner from the corner. They circle again and lock up, and again Amanda backs her up against the ropes. Amanda starts to break clean, but then swiftly lands a forearm against Overton's sternum. Candy fights back, grabbing Cortez and pulling her back against the ropes and she returns the favor, forearm smashing her in return. Candy then grabs her arm and twists it twice, locking her in a wrist lock. Candy maneuvers herself back to her corner where she tags in Cynthia. "The Nurse" springs over the ropes and brings a sledgehammer blow across Cortez's exposed arm. Candy ducks out as Cynthia twists her arm around two more times and holds her in an overhead wrist lock. Amanda starts screaming about Cynthia pulling her hair...

Adams: I don't see one.

And when Jacob goes around to check, Cortez grabs a handful of Warren's hair and throws her to the mat, breaking the hold.

Simone: There's one right there.

Amanda throws a forearm against Cynthia's back, knocking her to her knees. She then backs up and delivers a big boot to the side of Cynthia's head, knocking her over to the mat. Amanda brings her up and fires her off into the ropes and goes for a second big boot, but this time Cynthia blocks it, catching her foot.

Adams: Uhh ohh!

Amanda hops on one foot, begging off, but Cynthia spins her around and hits a jumping enzugari to the back of the head, sending Cortez over in a flip! Cynthia quickly covers her.

Amanda kicks out.

Before Cynthia can follow up, Amanda rolls away and tags Veronica back in.

Simone: The Mean Girls are proving themselves to be crafty tag tea champions.

Adams: By rolling away so fast when they're hurt?

Simone: And tagging out when they need to. It keeps either of them from being worked over too much by the challengers.

Veronica goes to lock up with Cynthia but quickly gains the upper hand with an eye rake. Veronica takes advantage then and pushes Cynthia back into the near corner and holds her there, pressing a boot against her throat for a choke as Jacob counts against her.


Veronica breaks but Cynthia kicks both feet up into Taylor's chest and knocks her flat on her back! As Veronica starts to get up, Cynthia dives right into her with a snap swinging neck breaker! Cynthia quickly covers her and hooks a leg.

Veronica kicks out.

Cynthia tags Candy back in, and Candy grabs her in a front face lock and brings her over quickly with a snap suplex. Candy holds on and brings her up for a second snap suplex, then a third.

Adams: Look at the look on Veronica's face. She is dazed.

Simone: She looks like that all the time.

Candy pulls Veronica up and brings her up and over with a bridging belly-to-belly suplex.

Veronica kicks out.

Simone: The woman does know how to kick out when she gets in trouble.

Candy tags Cynthia back in. Cynthia goes for an Irish whip into the ropes but Veronica reverses it. Cynthia hits the ropes and Amanda reaches in, grabs a handful of her hair and throws her hard down into the mat.

Simone: And unfortunately There's where being a Mean Girl comes into play.

Veronica tags Amanda and Candy tries to intervene but Jacob heads her off and the Mean Girls start kicking away at the prone Cynthia Warren. The champions pull "the Nurse" up and send her into the ropes where they connect with a double lariat, sending her spinning head over heels! Jacob finally gets Candy out and turns around, seeing the double teaming. He hurries over and orders Veronica out while Amanda takes control. Amanda Irish whips Warren into the ropes and as she comes off, Amanda jumps and catches her with a perfectly times Hurricanrana! Amanda covers her and hooks the near leg!

Cynthia kicks out!

Adams: Oh that was close!

Simone: And hard to believe after such a beautiful maneuver by Cortez.

Amanda picks her opponent up and solidly body slams her onto the mat, parallel to the ropes. Cortez then steps out onto the apron and uses the top rope to springboard inside, landing atop of Warren with a senton! Amanda covers her again.

Cynthia gets her shoulder up.

Amanda stares at Jacob and slaps her hands three times for a faster count while Veronica protests LOUDLY from the ring apron. Amanda tags Veronica back in and the tag champions double team, Veronica snapmaring Cynthia over by the hair and Amanda runs off the ropes with a high knee strike. Amanda ducks out as Veronica covers her for the pin once again.

Cynthia kicks out!

Again Veronica screeches at poor Jacob.

Simone: Well next time try hooking the leg and you might get the pin!

Veronica pulls her up to her feet an d maneuvers her closer to the ropes where she locks "the Nurse" in an abdominal stretch. Jacob checks for a submission but Cynthia shakes her head 'no', but then starts crying out sharply!

Adams: She's got the ropes! Veronica's using the ropes!

Indeed Veronica has her hands on the top rope for added leverage in the abdominal stretch, but when Jacob goes to look, she promptly lets go and feigns innocence.

Simone: The ropes are shaking, Jacob! Do the math!

Jacob goes back to check on Cynthia and again Veronica grabs the ropes and holds on for leverage, and Cynthia starts shouting in higher pain. Jacob quickly looks and sees it this time! He jumps up and pries Veronica's hand loose, and as the champion protests, Cynthia uses the moment to hip toss her over to the mat!

Simone: Now's her chance! She needs to tag!

Cynthia starts to crawl to her corner but Veronica stops her, dropping a double axe handle across her back, then uses her manicured nails to rake her back as well. Then against Jacob's objections, Veronica drags her back by the hair to her own corner where she tags Amanda in.

Simone: Both teams have shown great tag team coalition.

Adams: Yeah but it's the Mean Girls in control right now.

Simone: Well they are the champions for a reason.

Amanda takes over, grabbing Cynthia and dragging her to her feet. She goes for an Irish whip but somehow "the Nurse" reverses it! Cynthia attempts a clothesline but Amanda ducks under and nails a float-over DDT!

Adams: Her head bounced right off the canvas!

Amanda rolls her over and covers her for the pin!

3 - No! Cynthia gets her shoulder up!

Adams: How!?

Simone: She's a fighter, that's how!

Amanda stands up and starts arguing with Jacob, who insists it was only a count of two. A fuming Cortez grabs her opponent and pulls her up when Cynthia surprises her with a knife edge chop! Cynthia then digs down deep and stuns Amanda with a flurry of martial arts kicks that finally knocks Cortez down to her back!

Adams: Tag! Tag!

Cynthia crawls over to her corner, reaching out, but before she can get the tag, Veronica races in and dashes across the ring and decks Candy, knocking her off the apron!

Simone: Oh come on!

This causes Candy to try and get in but Jacob heads her off and Veronica drags Cynthia back where Amanda drops an elbow on her back. Veronica exits just long enough to get tagged back in. She drags Warren up by the hair and perches herself on the top turnbuckle and lifts "the Nurse" off of her feet in a top tope sleeper choke! Jacob orders her to release her but Veronica smiles and counts along as the official counts...


And Veronica releases her, dumping her down to the mat. Jacob orders her down from the corner and Veronica remains where she is, just on principle at this man telling her what to do. The verbal jousting continues when suddenly Cynthia is back up and she dropkicks a surprised Taylor, sending her tumbling off the perch and out onto the floor!

Adams: See what happens when she doesn't pay attention!

Simone: That was a nasty fall for Veronica Taylor, but now is Cynthia's chance!

The fans are clapping and stomping as Cynthia falls to the mat and starts toward her corner. Amanda is shouting for Veronica to get up, and Cynthia gets closer ...

Adams: She gets the tag!

Candy is immediately in the ring and wastes no time as she rushes over and dropkicks Amanda, knocking her off the apron and into the guardrail! Candy then dashes off of the ropes and dives straight through the ropes and to the outside and she lays out Veronica as Taylor has just started to get to her feet!


Adams: Hell yeah it was!

Candy grabs Veronica and rolls her back to the inside, following quickly in after her. Candy Irish whips her hard into the corner and as Taylor stumbles out, Candy rebounds off of the ropes and plants her face-first with a one-handed bulldog! Candy then jumps up the corner and hits a perfect split-leg corkscrew moonsault into a cover!

Amanda is inside and she breaks it up!

Simone: Oh it may have ended right there! We could have had new champions!

Despite Jacob's admonishing, Amanda grabs Candy by the hair and goes to punch her in the face, but Candy ducks under the blow, grabs her around the waist and hits a release German suplex!

Adams: THAT'LL learn her!

Simone: Candy Overton is kicking ass and taking names!

Amanda rolls to her corner on the outside, holding the back of her head. Candy grabs Veronica by the legs and falls back, catapulting her into her own partner! Candy then grabs Cortez and brings her into the ring the hard way!

Adams: Did that count as a tag?

Simone: They made contact so I imagine so!

Candy takes hold of Amanda and brings her over with a bridging Northern Lights suplex!

Amanda gets her shoulder up!

Candy scoops her up and plants her with a body slam. She then signals to her partner on the outside and "the Nurse" starts climbing to the top of her corner.

Simone: The Sweet Nurses have retaken control of this tag team title match!

Candy holds Amanda by the hair and Cynthia leaps for a missile dropkick from the top -- but Amanda moves out of the way and "the Nurse" dropkicks Overton instead!

Adams: She dropkicked her own partner!

Cynthia stands up, shocked at her untimely error, and suddenly Veronica grabs her foot from the outside and trips her! Veronica drags her to the outside as a woozy Candy gets to her feet and turns around, and Amanda plows right into her with a spear!

Simone: Fade to Black!

Amanda covers her as Veronica holds onto Cynthia, preventing her from breaking it up!


Justin: Here are your winners, and STILL World Bombshell Tag Team Champions ... THE MEAN GIRLS!

The crowd boos as Veronica immediately releases Cynthia and dashes to grab the title belts! Amanda rolls to the outside where Taylor hands her her belt and they raise them to the rafters as the crowd boos!

Simone: The Mean Girls retain but by the skin of their teeth!

Adams: Yeah if it hadn't been for that accident at the end, we would have had new champions!

Amanda and Veronica make their way back up the aisle, celebrating, as inside the ring, Cynthia helps Candy to her feet. Candy then shoves her partner away, clearly upset at the mistake that cost them the match.

We cut backstage to see the Bad Girl, Desiree Parker walking in the backstage area. She has an angry look on her face and is dressed in a pair of black leather pants, a pair of black leather boots, and a white tanktop. She shakes her head, looking very frustrated as she turns a corner, coming face to face with the Original Bombshell, Misty. They almost run into each other as Desiree is quick to scoff and blurt something out.

Desiree Parker: Wow, really? Are you blind and pregnant now, bitch?

Misty scowls and glares at Desiree, clearly not in the mood for Desiree's mood.

Misty: No, but apparently you still have that stick shoved up your ass, skank. What the hell is your problem?

Desiree gives Misty a bitchy smirk, nodding her head at Misty.

Desiree Parker: I have no problem actually, I have my man… you know, the one you WISH you could have… the one you would drool over in all of those tag team matches. Don't be jealous that I get his stick up me, and you don't… not everyone can be me, Misty.

Desiree shows an evil grin, biting her bottom lip as she places her hands on her hips, staring forward at Misty. Misty grins wickedly, taking a threatening step towards Desiree.

Misty: Is that so, Desiree? Who says his **air quotes** stick hasn't already been in me, huh? And who says I'm not lying about who the father of my baby is? I did just come from seeing Andrew just now.

Misty lets out a laugh, but has a very serious look on her face. Desiree arches an eyebrow, scoffing once again…

Desiree Parker: And you expect me to believe that Andrew would want to sleep with a used 36 year old like yourself… when he already has a nice, young, tight one right down here to put it in? Keep talking shit, and making up lies, clearly your brain is still messed up. Andrew barely wants to see me right now, the fact that he'd even think of seeing you, that just makes me laugh. Take your lies elsewhere, you're a fucking joke.

Misty laughs again, not wiping that smirk off of her face. Desiree shakes her head, rolling her eyes.

Misty: What's the matter, Desiree? Can't handle the truth? Face it, bitch. Andrew can tolerate being around me, but he can't stand the sight of you.

Desiree laughs, once again rolling her eyes, taking a step closer to Misty. Misty keeps her eyes locked on Desiree, and clenches her fists at her sides, ready to defend herself should she need to.

Desiree Parker: If he can't tolerate the sight of me, why would he be fucking me, every night? And not you, besides… who would want to be with a knocked up tramp anyways? You wish that baby was Andrew's, and I really don't blame you either… because my man is AMAZING.

Desiree winks at Misty, standing pretty close to her, the conversation getting a bit heated as the continue to go at it.

Misty: Oh, you don't need to tell me how amazing he is, honey. I have already figured that out for myself a few times, actually.

Desiree Parker:If you know what is good for you, you will step back and stop talking about MY man. Understand, whore?

Desiree stares at Misty, anger glowing in her eyes as her frustration is growing more and more. Misty rolls her eyes and takes a step back, laughing as she shakes her head.

Misty: What is it with crazy bitches like you, Desiree? When a man CLEARLY doesn't want you, you get this idea and obsession in your head that they do. It's really quite sad.

Desiree Parker:Oh trust me, Andrew WANTS me… hmm, maybe that's what this is about too… you want me too, Misty?

Desiree gets an evil smirk on her face, taking a step towards Misty, and being typical, mind game Desiree as she plants a kiss right on Misty's lips. Misty pulls back instantly, and SMACK! Right across the left cheek of Desiree who stutter steps backwards, holding her cheek in pain. Desiree shakes her head in disgust as she yells out at Misty.

Desiree Parker:You bitch! You are so fucking lucky you are pregnant right now, otherwise I would be beating you into the fucking ground… stay the fuck away from me… and stay the fuck away from MY man!

Before Misty says another word, she spits, getting the awful taste out of her mouth and she glares at Desiree, fuming.

Misty: I'd like to keep my lips herpes free, thank you very much and if you know what is good for you, you won't try that shit again you nasty bitch. Oh and by the way, I'll be at ringside with a front row seat for Andrew's match against Gabriel. How do you like that, bitch?

Desiree shakes her head in disgust, still holding her cheek… what a slap.

Desiree Parker: You better watch your fucking back, stay the fuck away from me… and stay the fuck away from Andrew. You might be sitting front row, but you can count on it that I will be at RINGSIDE, cheering him on… where his REAL woman belongs.

Desiree shakes her head as she walks by Misty, looking at her with a look of disgust as she walks away, Misty stands there, smiling… obviously having enjoyed that a lot more than Desiree.

Misty: Too bad Andrew told me he didn't want anyone at ringside… and your name was on the list of people he named, bitch.

Misty smiles confidently, obviously talking to herself now since Desiree has already walked away. Misty begins to walk away as she heads for her seat at ringside.

The scene now returns to ringside, but the setting has changed just a hint. Justin Decent stands in the ring even though the next match up is not yet scheduled to take place. A table has been set up at ringside, with bowls of pretzels and nachos smothered in cheese, and a large pitcher of ice cold beer. Only a single chair is set up for whoever is to be the special guest of honor and the crowd boos as none other than "Hot Stuff" Mark Ward is being led toward the table by his personal assistant, Miss Minnie.

Adams: Okay, we have Justin in the ring, and now Mark Ward is being escorted to ringside...

Miss Minnie pulls his chair out for him and "Hot Stuff" reluctantly has a seat -- and Minnie struggles (without success) to push his chair in for him. Minnie then offers a cloth napkin for his lap and steps up onto a stool to pour him a cold mug of Moroccan lager.

Adams: ... And apparently Mark there is being treated like a king! Oh my god! Is it his birthday and we forgot?!

Simone: Mark Ward never lets people forget his birthday. The man sends out engraved announcements. No I'm not sure what is happening but... well another piece of the mystery...

The crowd cheers as Mark's business partner and "frienemy", Christian Underwood, arrives at ringside, clad in a referee shirt, and he jogs up the steps and climbs through the ropes. He looks at Mark and gives the confused "Hot Stuff" a click of the tongue and the 'bang bang' with both hands before turning to Justin and nodding.

Simone: I imagine we're about to find out.

The bell rings, signifying a start for whatever is about to occur.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a special added attraction MIDGET match!

The crowd immediately applauds and a smile slowly creeps up on the face of Mark. As the music plays, the diminutive form of a female midget arrives at ringside, clad in a ring jacket covered in pink sequins and her hair done up Shirley Temple style. She climbs up the steps and as she steps between the bottom and middle rope, Mark almost spits out a mouthful of beer in laughter.

Justin: Currently in the ring, from Nashville, Tennessee ... Little Lulu!

The crowd politely cheers as Lulu waves to them before removing her jacket to reveal a pastel floral print one-piece.

Justin: And her opponent...

Adams: Will you check it out!?

Simone: Oh my GOD!

Heads turn as down to ringside, "Stoner" Scott Oliver leads a miniature white pony with another midget lady wrestler riding side saddle on it. This little lady has long, flowing blonde hair down to her buttocks and is clad in a flesh tone body stocking with tiny flowers sewn on. Mark takes one look and falls out of his chair laughing uproariously!

Justin: From Coventry, England ... Little Godiva!

"Stoner" draws the pony up to ringside and Little Godiva carefully slides off and her bare feet touch the ring apron. She then demands Christian hold the ropes open for her, and the boss/referee obliges. Little Godiva steps through and struts in her corner, fluffing her hair while Little Lulu rolls her eyes.

Simone: I think history is being made right here, right now...

Adams: Christian ding something nice for Mark for no damn good reason?

Simone: No... well, besides that. I mean, we are about to see the first-ever Midget Match in Sin City Wrestling history!

Adams: And chick midgets to boot! Hoo hoo hoo!

Christian finishes checking Lulu for foreign objects, then goes over to do the same to Godiva when Lulu sneaks up behind the boss/referee and grabs two handfuls of his backside! Christian jumps with an audible yelp and the crowd, and Mark, howl with laughter! Christian rubs his backside and shakes a finger at Lulu who backs away, when Godiva hurries over and does the same thing, pinching Christian's derriere!

Adams: Hahahahahaha!! Christian's got his hands full with this one and it hasn't even started!

Simone: Hands... full. Pun intended I hope.

Christian spins around and Godiva feigns innocence. Christian then looks to Mark to see if he's ready and gets a hearty 'thumbs up'. Christian then calls for the bell.


And the match is underway! On the outside, "Ht Stuff" grabs his beer and leans forward to watch with an eager smile as Little Lulu and Little Godiva circle inside of the ring. They go to lock up with Godiva kicks Lulu in the belly with her bare toes, doubling her opponent over. Little Godiva then grabs her in a side headlock before taking her over to the ropes and she chokes her on the middle rope.

Simone: Little Godiva is roughing things up, right from the start.

Adams: Heh heh! She can barely reach the middle rope to choke her! Heh!

Jacob reaches a count of three before Little Godiva pulls back on the ropes, sending Little Lulu falling to the mat with a slingshot. Little Godiva pulls her right back up into the side headlock, then chokes her again and the middle rope and again slingshots her back. Little Godiva turns to the crowd and strikes a pose and Mark immediately stands up and applauds.

Adams: Hey 'Hot Stuff' is cheering for his hometown girl.

Little Godiva waves Christian off as he admonishes her and she instead pulls Little Lulu up and this time scoops her up and deposits her with a body slam.

Adams: And the ring SHOOK with the massive slam!

Simone: Laying it on a little thick, aren't we?

Adams: A little thick? Is that a short joke? For shaaaame!

Little Godiva again turns to the fans but Little Lulu uses this to quickly roll her up from behind in a schoolboy.

Little Godiva gets her shoulder up.

Little Godiva gets up and yells at Christian, getting in his face waist to complain about a pull of the tights. Christian turns to look at Little Lulu but she shakes her head no, denying it. For emphasis, Little Godiva comes up from behind Christian, grabs his pants and pulls them down around his ankle, much to the fans' laughter and Mark's hysterics on the outside!

Simone: Oh my....

Adams: Apparently mesh thongs are back in fashion.

Christian hurriedly pulls his pants back up, but not before Little Lulu lets out a wolf whistle. Christian turns to Godiva and reprimands her but she just gives him guff right back. The two midget wrestlers then circle again, and as they lock up, Little Godiva grabs her opponents arm and twists it into an arm bar. She then wrestles her face-down onto the mat and straddles the prone arm and uses her long hair to bite Little Lulu's fingers! Little Lulu cries out but when Christian hurries around to check, Little Godiva stops biting and denies it, again using her hair to shield the sight of her free hand choking Lulu!

Simone: This Little Godiva is full of a lot of nasty tricks.

Adams: It must be in the water... the British you know. ... Wait! What am I saying? I'M British!

Christian goes back to check on Little Lulu again when Godiva returns to biting her fingers. Christian hurries back over to check, but again Godiva stops to deny it. This is when Lulu fights fire with fire and she starts biting Little Godiva right on her backside! Godiva shrieks in pain and scrambles to her feet, running around the ring with Lulu still chomping down hard! The crowd is loving it, and judging by Mark's reaction on the outside, so is he! Finally Lulu releases her 'lock jaw' and backs away while Godiva rubs her posterior, complaining LOUDLY to Christian. Christian turns to confront Lulu when Godiva decides to demonstrate and she grabs Christian and bites HIM on the backside!

This promptly causes Mark to fall out of his chair, laughing!

Christian yells and spins around, and Little Godiva backs off! Christian starts for her and she starts running away, and Christian gives chase! They run a circle around the inside of the ring when Lulu cuts her opponent off suddenly with a dropkick! Lulu then grabs her by the legs and falls back, catapulting her right into Christian -- knocking him down with Godiva on top! Lulu immediately drops down to count with the crowd counting right along!

Crowd: One! Two! Three!

The fans are roaring with laughter as Godiva gets to her feet, all smiles, arms raised in the air! Christian jumps up and waves it off, shaking his head 'no'! Godiva demands her arm be raised but Christian obviously refuses. Godiva turns around and walks right into a clothesline from Little Lulu. Lulu covers her.

Godiva kicks out, and Lulu lands in Christian's arms and he tosses her back onto Godiva.

Godiva again kicks out, and again Christian catches Lulu and tosses her back onto her opposition.

Godiva kicks out again!

Adams: Ha ha ha ha! Oh Mark is going to owe Christian BIG for booking this one!

Little Lulu pulls Godiva up and sends her into the ropes where she catches her with a BIG (?) backdrop. Lulu then turns her back to the corner and climbs up to the middle turnbuckle.

Adams: Are we going to see a tad pole splash?

Little Lulu jumps off -- but Little Godiva rolls out of the way and Lulu crashes. Little Godiva drags her by the boot back towards the ropes and Little Godiva covers her, holding her long hair over her shoulders for help and a dainty foot on the ropes for leverage.



The crowd cheers as Little Godiva jumps to her feet, all smiles as Christian raises her arm.

Justin: Here is your winner ... LITTLE GODIVA!

"Hot Stuff" stands up from his chair and raises his mug of beer, toasting Little Godiva as she struts around the ring, celebrating.

For the first time in months, a video is shown on screen as the new SCW Roulette champion looks directly towards the camera in his own home, looking proud with the title he's got sitting firmly on his shoulder that's turned the wrong way, and he begins to speak.

Lord Raab: I know everyone is wondering why I'm on camera today. I was forced by Mark Ward to show my pathetic pride on a title belt I won. I don't understand why I have to do this, considering I'd rather fight against other people for the belt than brag about a win I got over Alex and showing the belt on the screens to you delinquent fans.

Raab's pissed off on wasting time after being forced to speak on camera about his title win and continues to speak.

Lord Raab: No, I refuse to be at the arena if I'm not fighting against anybody, but am I expected to defend the title at Climax Control? You damn right I will because being a champion that's full of hardcore weapons I lay upon myself in the ring is what I've lived for my whole life and Alex Kaelin will get his rematch for my title which is fair since he was the former champion, right?

Raab's getting really bored of talking about the title and rather just come to the arena and fight for the belt as he shakes his head in disgust and continues to speak.

Lord Raab: I don't give a fuck about any of the matches tonight other than wishing Andrew Watts all the best of luck to capture the SCW World Heavyweight title from Gabriel. I'll continue to dish out every single bit of violence and weapons to defend this title because I belong in the violent division. Oops I'm spilling the beans that I've changed the title name because the belt name along with the spinning belt looked and sounded so fucking stupid. What do I mean and why is the belt is facing the wrong way? Here's the unveil of the newly designed belt and name of it.

Raab turns the belt around and sees the title that's clearly named, SCW Violence Championship which has the SCW logo on it along with skulls, blood and weapons like a Kendo Stick, a Barbed Wire, a Hammer and a Bat on the belt.

Lord Raab: Now, that's to my liking and I don't give a fuck if Christian and Mark say anything about it, it's better than being known for a gambling spinning wheel in some shithole place in America. Give me a rematch against Alex Kaelin for the SCW Violence championship and I'll be happy with that. See you idiots soon.

Raab holds the SCW Violence championship belt towards the camera before the cameras go back into the arena.

Justin: The following contest is a hardcore, falls count anywhere match... introducing first...

The crowd looks confused at the sound of the music, staring over at the entryway where red and white lights flash wildly. After a moment, the sound of an engine revving up is heard loudly. A few members of the ring crew step through the curtains as smoke soon filters through them. They part the way as the engine noise gets louder and louder. The crowd grows more and more curious as a motorcycle comes squealing out onto the stage. However, people take notice of the unique structure of the bike, where the body is not that of a steel horse, but of a single steel bar, and Delia Darling!

Justin Decent: And her opponent, hailing from Paris, France, standing at 5 feet 9 inches and weighing in at 135 pounds, she is... DEEEEEEEEEEEELIA DARRRRRRRRRRRRRLING!!!

This gains some cheers from the audience as the scantily clad biker babe, handlebars attached to her shoulders and a large headlight attached by a stylish studded leather headband. The back tire squeals, causing more and more smoke to fill the entryway. Delia looks out into the audience with a stoic expression on her face. Letting off of the brakes, Delia speeds down the ramp, her long blonde hair fluttering behind her. She leans to one side, turning as she makes a few laps around the ring. She skids to a stop at the entrance ramp, taking a bit of a breath before she steps off of the steel bar with wheels. Wires are connected to her outfit, but she carefully removes them, keeping the handlebars on her studded shoulderpads. She is wearing biker boots with chains, and a one piece leather bikini with fishnet stockings. She looks from side to side as she slowly walks up the ring steps, pausing on the apron as she turns to look around at the cheering audience. A bit of a smirk cracks upon her face as she removes her shoulderpads, dropping them to the ground on the outside. She steps inside of the ring and walks around a bit with her infamous model strut before settling down in the far corner of the ring.

Justin: And her opponent...

The rock band Twisted Sister's anthem of "Burn In Hell" blares across the building and the crowd boos

Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds, she is Twisted Sister!

The music continues to play, but Twisted Sister doesn't appear. Delia looks at Justin and Drew confused as the music stops.

Simone: I don't know what's going on here?

Once again, the rock band Twisted Sister's anthem of "Burn In Hell" blares across the building and the crowd boos.

Justin: From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at one hundred and forty pounds, she is Twisted Sister!

Still Twisted Sister doesn't appear at the top of the ramp. Once more the music stops.

Adams: Can someone tell Twisted Sister that her opponent is in the ring?

A loud screeching can be heard from the rafters, causing the crowd to look up.

Simone: What the...

Twisted Sister streams down from the rafters, holding on to a zip line.

Adams: Oh my...

Twisted Sister releases the zip line ten feet above the ring and crashes down on top of Delia!

Simone: That could have gone horribly wrong, what the hell was she thinking?

Adams: Do you really want to get in to her mind?

Drew Patton stands opened mouthed, looking around the shocked crowd before calling for the bell!


Twisted Sister stays on top of Delia, shrieking out loud and pummeling fists in to her head, before grabbing her by the hair and violently slamming the back of her head in to the canvas! She holds Delia's head down with one hand and pulls up on her hair.

Adams: She's trying to rip out her hair!

Unsuccessful, she grabs another handful of Delia's hair and lifts her head off the canvas and once again, violently slams it in to the canvas, following it up by a second slam!

Adams: I'm no massive fan of Delia's, but this is going too far already.

Twisted Sister takes the point of her knuckles and drives them in to the top of Delia's head, twisting them around.

Simone: She's looking for blood her.

Delia instinctively puts a thumb in Twisted Sisters eye, forcing her to break off the hold. Delia pulls her leg back and kicks the wild woman from her, forcing her away, but Twisted Sister jumps back, diving towards Delia again with a fist but Delia rolls out of the way and Twisted Sister punches the mat. Delia wisely rolls outside the ring and moves towards the entrance ramp, shaking her hands to the side.

Simone: Delia's had enough of this one already.

Adams: Who can blame her?

Delia starts to walk up the ramp, ignoring the crowds boos, but Twisted Sister spies her and rolls out of the ring after her. Twisted Sister charges up the ramp and clubs Delia with a huge clothesline to the back of the head, knocking her to the steal ramp. She turns, looking back at Delia, and moves towards her, quickly grabbing her to her feet and lifting her in to a powerbomb position, she lifts Delia and slams her down on the unforgiving steel ramp! Twisted Sister goes for the cover and Drew drops down to count.


Twisted Sister pulls Delia's shoulders up

Adams: Oh boy, Twisted Sister doesn't want to just beat Delia, she wants to destroy Delia.

Twisted Sister pulls Delia to her feet and kicks her in the gut. She pulls her in between her legs and lifts her up for a piledriver but Delia wiggles her legs, allowing her feet to drop down to the ramp and lifts Twisted Sister over with a backbody drop on to the ramp. Delia slowly gets to her feet before Twisted Sister and waits. Twisted Sister returns to her feet and Delia nails her in the head with a chick kick, sending Twisted Sister back against the curtain, Delia charges at Twisted Sister and spears her through the curtain!

Simone: No!

Adams: What you guys don't know is there's steps leading up to the ramp behind there that go up about six feet high!

Simone: Get a camera back there!

The cameraman moves through the curtain, standing at the top of the six foot drop Jason mentioned, both women entangled in what used to be a rail by the steps, a foot long piece sticking out of Twisted Sister's arm. Twisted Sister sees the metal and starts to giggle hysterically.

Simone: That woman isn't right.

Adams: I'm gonna be sick.

Delia, face down and Twisted Sister on her back slowly start to stir, Delia pushing herself to her knees first, faces Twisted Sister. She sees the metal rail in Twisted Sister's arm and starts to turn it, turning Twisted Sister's giggles in to screams of pain. Delia pulls it from her arm, blood starting to flow down her arm and moves it to Twisted Sister's forehead, jabbing it slightly in to her skin and ripping it across her forehead, causing the to start running down Twisted Sister's head!

Adams: I was right, I'm gonna be sick.

Simone: I don't think you'll be the only one.

Delia throws the metal away and reaches to some nearby cables, wrapping them around Twisted Sister's neck and lifting her to her feet. Delia kicks Twisted Sister in the back of the knee and sends her back to one knee before putting her boot in Twisted Sister back, pushing her away and getting more leverage to tighten the cables around her throat. Delia pulls back further, before kicking Twisted Sister away and releasing the cables. She pulls Twisted Sister to her feet and pulls her towards a brightly lit vending machine. Delia pulls Twisted Sister's head back and slams it in to the machine, causing an echoing crash. Delia pulls Twisted Sister back and pulls her away from the machine before charging her back towards it and throwing her through the plastic cover of the machine, sending drink cans flying out and smoke and sparks to fire from the machine.

Adams: Twisted Sister's head just went right through the machine!

Simone: I'm not paying for that.

Twisted Sister shakes her head free and falls to the ground and Delia goes for the cover...


Twisted Sister kicks up!

Adams: A knock out via vending machine not enough to put her away here.

Delia pulls Twisted Sister to her feet but she grabs a fallen can from the floor and slams it in to the side of Delia's head, sending her flying in to a door. Twisted Sister charge at Delia and drills her in the nose with the can, blood instantly pouring from Delia's nose.

Adams: She could have broke Delia's nose there!

Simone: So long modeling career.

Delia stumbles through the door to show it as the women's bathroom.

Adams: Should I close my eyes?

Female screams as heard as three women run out of the bathroom and Twisted Sister steps in, she grabs Delia by the head and pulls her in to one of the stools, kicking her behind the leg and doubling her over the toilet. She slams Delia's head on the porcelain and grabs the toilet seat, moving her own head in close and slamming it down hard over the back of Delia's head. Twisted Sister flushes the toilet but Delia flings her head out of the way and catching Twisted Sister on the nose with the back of her head. Twisted Sister stumbles out of the cubicle and Delia turns to follow. Delia grabs Twisted Sister by the head and pulls her to a sink. She lifts her head and slams it hard against the sink before stepping back and holding Twisted Sister's face up to the mirror in front of the sink.

Simone: Delia isn't gonna do what I think she is, is she?

Delia charges Twisted Sister towards the mirror, but Twisted Sister reverses it and slams Delia's head in to the mirror, causing the glass to shatter!

Simone: Seven years of bad luck.

Adams: And a life time of scars! Unreal!

The camera focuses on Delia's face, blood pouring from multiple gashes over her face and forehead. Twisted Sister grabs Delia by the hair and pulls her towards the door.

Adams: This is caveman style.

Simone: This whole match has been brutal caveman style.

Twisted Sister pulls Delia through the door and hair whips her across the hall, in to metal camera equipment boxes. She pulls Delia to her feet and throws her through a double set of doors and in to the parking lot!

Adams: Nowhere is off limits for these two.

A man nearby, fixing a car turns around as Twisted Sister lifts Delia up in a body slam positions and hurls Delia in his direction, crushing the man against his car!

Simone: That's a lawsuit.

Adams: Wrong place and wrong time to be fixing your car buddy.

A twisted smile crosses Twisted Sister's face as she move closer to Delia, but Delia grabs a tool from a nearby red tool box and slams it in to Twisted Sister's head as she comes close!

Adams: She must have a head made of iron.

Delia stands up, showing a monkey wrench in her hand and slams it down across the fallen Twisted Sister's back before dropping it. She grabs on to the car door, opening it up and pulls Twisted Sister towards it, placing her head inside the car.

Simone: We've seen a lot of crazy stuff tonight but this would be too far.

Delia moves around the car, standing next to the open door and kicks it hard, smashing it against Twisted Sisters head!

Adams: That sound was sickening.

Delia opens the car door to see Twisted Sister looking up and smiling at her.

Simone: I don't like to curse on these shows but what the fuck!?!?!

Delia's eyes widen as she slams the door against her head again, but once more Twisted Sister smiles at her. Delia slams the door against her head a third time but Twisted Sister again stares and smiles at Delia.

Adams: The lights are on, but on one's home.

Delia lets out a wild scream and forcefully drags Twisted Sister out of the car, pulling her to the front of the car and putting Twisted Sister in a powerbomb position. She lifts Twisted Sister up and slams her head in to the windscreen of the car, forcing it to leave the imprint of Twisted Sister's head on the back of it!

Simone: Le Bitch Bomb on a car!

Delia climbs on to the car, pulling Twisted Sister flat and covering her. Drew slams his hand down on the hood to make the count



Justin: The winner of the match.... Delia Darling!

Simone: I am in utter shock at everything I've just witnessed

Adams: That has to be one of the most brutal matches known to man, one of the most brutal matches I have ever called, and how the hell either one of these women are still standing, is beyond me.

Simone: Delia went to play in the depths of hell tonight, and came out standing. Huge victory tonight for Delia Darling.

The camera flares to life and we see Kain preparing for his match as the crowd cheers him while Lisa is ending a Skype chat with her children. She turns to face him with a gorgeous smile on her face.

Ariel: This is the moment you've been waiting for, baby.

He looked at her and nodded in earnest.

Kain: I've been wanting this rematch ever since I lost the title to Kris awhile back and tonight, my love, I'm going to get back what's rightfully mine.

Suddenly, there's a knock on the door and Ariel goes to open it. Her face turns to disgust as the camera swerves to the right and sees Pussy Willows standing in the doorway.

Pussy: Do you mind, Ariel, if I interviewed your man?

She smirked and it looks like Ariel is about to slap her for her arrogance, but Kain stepped in time and pulled Ariel back. At first, Ariel was mad at her husband, but she calmed down, nodded, and went off to the side as Kain looked after her, then faced Pussy Willows.

Pussy: Now, with her out of the way, I wanted to ask you. The whole world is about to witness an epic battle between you and Kris Halc for the title. Why is this match important to you and do you see yourself rising above Kris to gain both the win and the title?

Kain stood silently for a few minutes, pondering the question briefly before taking the microphone away from her and staring her down for a few minutes before facing the camera and speaking.

Kain: Tonight is the night that the King Of Kings gets back on the throne, on top of the SCW Internet championship division! Kris, I watched what you had to say for a second time and while those were some strong words you remarked, that won't stop me from pursuing you into the depths of Hell and back for the gold. This match is important, Pussy Willows, because I have something to prove out here. I must prove, once again, that I'm one of the all-time greats in the ring and that what happened last time will not happen again! Kris, you came into my world with a vicious assault, I gave you everything back and somehow, you went around made and made the touchdown that counted for the night. This time, I'm going to be tackling you to the ground and denying you a successful retain! After tonight, you won't think of me as an afterthought! You won't think of me as an unoriginal! You will think of me, quite simply, as the man that's clearly superior to you in every way, shape, and form. You are going to get on your knees, bow to me, and call me The King Of Kings. You are going to hand over your title over to me and then you are going to walk out of Morocco as a goddamn disgrace! Meanwhile, I'll be the guy taking everything you legitimately took from me back! It's either time to put up or shut up and rest assured, you're going down. I plan on beating you within an inch of your life and I plan on making sure that you NEVER get back up. Once this is all said and done, you are going to wish you never screwed with me in the first place, Kris Halc! Let's go at this dance one more time, prove yourself to both you and me that you have what it takes, because if you don't, it's going to cost you your career and your title! I'll see you in the ring shortly, Kris!

Kain tosses the microphone back to Pussy Willows as Ariel returns and goes forward to Pussy Willows, who quickly backs up out of fear and is now standing in the hallway. Ariel gets the last smirk in before shutting the door right in front of her face as the camera fades away.


Justin: The next match is a singles match and is for the SCW Internet Championship!

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 center. 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. The crowd cheers wildly for Kain as Saliva's front man, 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.

Justin: Introducing first, the challenger, weighing in at 240 pounds, from Detroit, Illinois….."The King of Kings" KAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

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, awaiting his opponent.

Justin: And his opponent….

The lights dim and fog rolls out in a thick cloud over the entrance area of the stage as "The Nobodies" starts to blast through the arena speakers. Purple and dark blue lights strobe on the stage. As the words come into the song, a figure comes out and onto the stage. The crowds chatters instead of boos or cheers coming from them. In a dark colored hoodie, pulled up over his head, Kris steps down the ramp, slowly making his way towards the ring. The lights start to get brighter as he makes his way down the ramp, dead center of the aisle avoiding the fans reaching out to touch him, his eyes on the floor in front of him.

Justin: From San Diego, California….weighing in at 203 pounds….he is the reigning SCW Internet Champion….KRIS HALC!

As he gets to the ring he hops up onto the apron before stepping between the ropes and into the center of the ring. He slowly unzips the jacket and tosses it out of the ring nearest to the timekeeper, revealing the SCW Internet Championship as the music comes to a stop. Jasmine St. John takes the Internet Championship from Kris and holds it above her head for the crowd to see before handing it to Justin Decent, who just stepped out of the ring.


The champion and challenger lock up in the center of the ring. Kain gains the quick upper hand, forcing the much smaller Halc into a side headlock. He tightens his grip on the Champion's head before Kris pushes Kain back into the ropes. He pushes himself and then the two lock up immediately again. This time Kris maneuvers an arm lock be Kain and the two start to chain wrestle a bit, applying different holds to each other as they feel each other out.

Simone: That's a great display of technical wrestling, Jason.

Adams: Eh someone just punch someone already…

Kris backs Kain up into the corner with a series of left and rights. He pushes him upright and then kicks him in the midsection. He goes to whip him into the corner but Kain reverses and pulls Halc in for a big belly-to-belly suplex.

Simone: What a strong move by the challenger!

As soon as Kain gets up, he lands a hard elbow on the chest of Kris. He jumps back up and begins to kick Halc as he rolls toward the rope, trying to get away. Kris grabs the bottom rope and the referee pushes Kain back. As Kris gets up, Kain charges with a clothesline but Halc ducks and sends Kain over the top-rope. He catches himself, gets up on the apron, and as Halc turns around he hits him with a guillotine.

Adams: What a veteran move by Kain!

As Kris backs up toward the center of the ring, Kain runs in and hits him with a devastating clothesline that sends Kris spinning through the air. He covers up and Jasmine drops down for the count.

Adams: We could have a new Champion!



Simone: Halc kicks out!

Kain picks Simone up and lifts him into high vertical suplex and then brings him down hard onto the mat. He bounces off the ropes and drops an elbow. As he gets up he cheers out to the to crowd.

Crowd: POP!

Simone: Kain could be setting Halc up here.

As Halc gets up Kain lands a hard spinning back fist, which sends the Champion down to the mat.


Simone: Kain's going for the pin!



Simone: And a last minute kickout by Halc.

Kain picks Kris back up and goes to whip him into the ropes but Halc reverses. As Kain runs back, Halc goes for a clothesline but Kain ducks and runs passed him. As he comes back he hits Kris with a hard shoulder block, which sends Kris back down to the canvas.

Adams: Ouch!

Kain gets up in a hurry and goes to drop a leg on Kris but he moves out of the way and bounces himself off of the ropes and dropkicks Kain in the face while he sits up on the mat.

Crowd: POP!

Simone: Kris Halc is still alive!

Kris peels Kain up and scoops him into a body slam and then begins to stomp on him as he lies on the mat. Kain rolls toward the ropes and grabs the bottom on as Kris keeps stomping. Jasmine backs Kris off and that gives Kain a moment to get back to his feet.

Simone: Smart veteran move by Kain to roll toward the ropes.

As Kain gets up, Halc grabs him by the arm and hits him with a judo hiptoss. With Kain lying in the mat, Halc runs over to the ropes and bounces off, sprinting back and flies through the air looking for a standing splash. As Kris flies through the air, Kain gets up and mid-air, pulls Halc around with a hard snap powerslam and then hooks the leg.



Adams: No! Jasmine holds up two fingers and this one continues!

Kain turns to Jasmine and slaps his hands together three times, showing his frustration. As he argues with the ref, Kris gets up and slowly walks over to the ropes. He holds on to the top rope to catch his breath. Seeing this, Kain launches at him but Halc grabs the top-rope and pulls down on it, sending Kain toppling over to the floor at ringside. Halc slides underneath the bottom rope and starts to go after Kain as Jasmine St. John starts her count.


Halc slams his opponent's head into the steel barricade two times and then hits him with a hard knee in the face.

Crowd: POP!


Halc picks Kain up again and then slams the top of his head down into the concrete floor with a DDT.


Halc kicks Kain in the face and then walks back over to the ring. He slides underneath the bottom rope and then rolls right back to ringside, restarting Jasmine's count. He walks back over to Kain and stomps on his chest.


Kain tries to fight back but Kris kicks him in the gut and then hits him with another body slam.

Simone: The champion is starting to get aggressive here.

Crowd: Let's Go Kain! Let's Kain! Let's Go Kain!

He picks Kain up off of the floor, walks him over to the announcer's table and lays him on top. He starts to repeatedly smash Kain in the face with his fists and blood begins to spew out of the nose of the Challenger.


Halc turns around and signals to the crowd. He climbs up onto the ring apron. He climbs up on top and then up the turnbuckle.

Adams: Oh my god…what is he doing?

Simone: He's not going to…

Halc launches in the air into a front flip toward Kain who is still lying on top of the announcer's table and everyone in the crowd gasps.



Halc lands his signature front flip diving legdrop.

Adams: Good freaking Jesus!

Simone: SMACKSHOT! Right in front of us! Halc is insane!


Adams: I don't think either one of them is still conscious!

Kain lies down in the rubble that was the announcer's table and Kris is laying just a few feet away from him and they both look like they are in serious pain. Jasmine restarts her count.


Halc slowly starts to get up and make his way back to the ring.


Jasmine keeps her count going as Kris begins to celebrate in the ring.


As Jasmine gets to an eight count, Kain begins to push through the rubble.


He crawls across the floor and ducks into the ring under the bottom rope just before St. John counts to ten.

Adams: He made it just in time!

Halc can't believe it as he watches Kain get to his feet. The champion throws a hard hay-maker and connects but Kain comes right back with one of his one. This continues for a moment until Kris kicks Kain in the stomach. He then spins Kain around and hits him with a nasty looking German suplex and drops down and goes for the cover.



Crowd: Three!

Adams: Kickout!

Kris gets up and signals to the crowd that it's time to end this one. With Kain lying on the mat he goes over to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Simone: He could be looking for another SmackShot.

Kris gets to the top of the turnbuckle but he doesn't see Kain getting to his feet. The King of Kings runs over and shoves Halc down off the top rope and down to the concrete floor. He then rolls out of the ring on the opposite side as Jasmine St. John starts a count again.


As Halc stumbles to his feet, he doesn't see Kain coming barreling around the ring. When Kris turns toward him, it's too late.


Simone: He just speared Halc through the barricade!

Crowd: This is AWESOME! This is AWESOME! This is AWESOME!


Both men lay out on top of the steel barricade and half way into the second row when Ckain starts to come through. Realizing he can't win the title via countout, he starts to pick Halc up.


He picks the Champion up on to his shoulder and goes to turn around and walk toward the ring. But when he tries to step forward, something is holding on to his leg.

Adams: What is that?


Simone: His leg is caught on something. He can't move!

Kain desperately tries to shake off his leg but it's too late.



Just as the bell is run, Kain gets his leg free and a look of absolute rage comes over his face.

Simone: It was Tim Staggs! Staggs held Kain's ankle and prevented him from getting back to the ring!

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, the result of the match is a DOUBLE COUNT OUT!

Crowd: Boo!

Kain grabs what's left of the announcer's table and flings it forward as Tim Staggs and Kris Halc dart toward the stage. As they get there, "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson begins to play.

Justin: Still you Internet Champion….KRIS HALC!

Crowd: BOO!

Simone: Kain is enraged here at ringside. He's not gonna let this go, Jason.

Adams: One thing I wouldn't want to do is make that psychopath mad, Belinda.

The girlish laughing and gossiping is heard coming from inside of the Mean Girls locker room as the door opens to reveal Veronica Taylor sitting in a furry pink sofa, sipping on a glass of champagne, in the center of the room. Angelica is seated next to her on the arm of the sofa, as Mercedes puts the finishing touches on her make up. Amanda Cortez comes out of the shower area with a towel wrapped around herself, and a second one around her long red locks. She laughs at what Veronica has just said, patting her shoulder as she walks over to a nearby bench to pick up her duffel bag. Angelica looks at Veronica as she continues to talk.

Angelica: Right? So I was like, "Nuh uh hunty, that dead bird on your head is NOT a fashion statement, it's roadkill...

Angelica looks serious as a heart attack as she raises a finger in the air to emphasize her point. That is when she looks over toward the door, and she rolls her eyes. The camera turns slightly to see a battered, beaten Delia Darling standing there. She surveys the girls for a moment before her eyes land firmly on Veronica.

Delia: S'ank you for inviting me to my own party, bitches...

Mercedes and Amanda both stop what they are doing to look back at Delia. Mercedes smirks happily, while Amanda's face sinks down as she turns away. Delia takes a few steps inside, looking directly at Veronica, who holds her glass out for Angelica to take. She leans up in the sofa, but does not vacate it. She smirks up at Delia, despite Delia's angry expression.

Delia: I see you took me quite literally when I challenged you to step up to my position? Too bad you are not, nor will you ever be, at my level, hunty. Get out of my seat... now...

Delia places her hands on her hips, wincing a bit from the severe pain she is in after her match earlier in the night. Veronica doesn't move a muscle, except to widen her smile tauntingly at Delia.

Veronica: Um please what position? Let's see here don't you forget the only way you could of even used the Mean Girls name is because of Angie and me? Oh, or do you think you're an actual queen? Because, if so thats going to be the funniest thing I have heard all night.

Delia: You mean besides "Your NEW SCW Bombshell Tag Champions… Candy Overton and Cindy Warren!!!"? No, I am z'e closest s'ing to a queen inside of z'is room. I don't need your stupid rip off of a name. I could have coined us z'e Super Fabulous Bitch Monster Stable, and we would still sell millions in merchandise because my name is attached. No, I don't need you to take credit for my work any longer. I resurrected z'is stable. I brought in Mercedes and Amanda at my discretion. You just came back to leech off of our success. Now I suggest you get out of my seat before I cut you off, Ronnie…

Clearly feeling her battle with Twisted Sister still, Delia is in no mood to play right now as she folds her arms weakly across her chest.

Veronica: Actually, clearly you are deluded, because you needed it to get yourself noticed. Thats why you brought back this regardless of what other basic name you could of picked. It would of not had the same success because lets face it this brand survived so many of your stunts, who can forget the Michael Brown incident? Because, quite frankly I always think two steps ahead I have to, I mean Mercedes was brought on by a group vote duh!

Veronica then got up but her blue eyes were glaring a hole right through Delia. As she flicked her hair arrogantly, placing a hand on her slender hip. Pretty much moving with a few inches of Delia.

Veronica: Also hunty lets be real, shall we? You did one thing I could never do, thats lose to Amy Marshall like how do you do that? You had the mad dyke out there, and still could not beat her? Like what has happened to you? Now, you get thrown around by some freak from the circus? The great Delia Darling has fallen so hard.

Delia reaches her hand back, and grunts as she slaps the taste out of Veronica's mouth. Veronica holds onto her cheek as she rears her hand back to slap Delia, but Angelica steps in, stopping her. Angelica looks over at Delia with a pleading look on her face.

Angelica: Look, you made your point last week, okay? You run Mean Girls, but you don't need to go around hitting us to make us fall in line. We get it. Now just stop this ri

Delia: I will stop NOS'ING!!! I will not tolerate being talked down to by you, or her, just because you started some shitty tag team two years ago and s'ink you made z'is s'ing happen! She abandoned you because you were D-List talent here. You begged me to come to Mean Girls, and so I did, and we instantly became A-List! Instead of getting s'anked, I get treated like dog shit by you last week, and now z'is? I have been fucking fair to every one of you, and suddenly because my bodyguard tells you to shut your fucking mou's, you two feel s'reatened by me? No… If you s'ink you two can do better by yourselves, z'en by all means, please do so.

Delia snaps her fingers and walks over toward the door. She walks with determination, not even looking behind her to see if anyone has followed her until she gets to the door frame. She turns around to see no one has followed her, and this causes her to worry some. She looks over at Mercedes.

Delia: Mercedes? You are z'e smartest Mean Girl, and we are closest out of anyone here. We are z'e heart of z'e Mean Girls. It is ours.

Mercedes: Sorry ladies, but she's right. I didn't even know who you were until she came around.

Mercedes blots her lips, smacking them as she shrugs her shoulders. She walks over to join Delia. Delia then looks over to Amanda next, seeing she has begun going through her bag. Delia places a hand on her hip.

Delia: Amanda! Come on. We've got a point to prove here. S'ree on two, we take everys'ing…

Amanda: Actually, Delia… I think I will stay with Veronica and Angelica. We have the tag titles to think about.

Veronica sneers in delight as she watches Amanda slowly walk over toward her and Angelica, and Delia's mouth drops open. Veronica licks at her bottom lip, still feeling the sting of Delia's slap, but satisfaction is written across her face now.

Veronica: You just said it. Three against two. We keep everything. Sorry bout it.

Delia rolls her eyes as she glares over at Amanda. She is about to step inside to confront Veronica once more, but Veronica stops her dead in her tracks.

Veronica: Oh, and you guys can't sit with us anymore. Have fun in the Bombshell Locker Room, losers.

Amanda crosses her arms over her chest as Angelica stands united with Veronica. Mercedes looks just as fired up as Delia, but Delia turns on her heels, scoffing as she storms out of the locker room. Mercedes narrows her eyes at the trio in front of her, muttering something in Spanish, making Veronica laugh under her breath as Mercedes walks off after Delia.

Justin: The following contest is scheduled for one fall…

The lights dim simultaneously on out in the Sin City Wrestling arena as it plunges into darkness "Critical Acclaim" by Avenged Sevenfold begins to blare on out of the PA sound system across the arena. As it does a strobe light flickers on and the lights "Red", "Yellow" and "Orange" can be seen flickering on and off throughout the arena as if on cue, out of nowhere Thaddeus Stone appears and can be seen swinging around to face the fans. Stone paces the entrance ramp, left to right trying to pump the fans up as he does the fans of Sin City Wrestling can be heard giving Stone a loud pop as they cheer for him, various chants of "Make me Famous" can be heard along with various cheers, and remarks of approval, before Stone finally takes center stage.

Justin: Making his way to the ring first, from San Fernando, California. Weighing in at 234 pounds… The King of Cinema, Thaddeus Stone!

Thaddeus slowly walks down the entrance ramp, as he does he stands in the center of the ramp, the strobe light flickers back to a solid white light, as it does the white piercing light comes shining down upon him and illuminating his figure which can be seen being illuminating under the light as he stands in the entrance ramp looking out into the darkness that surrounds him for a few seconds. As Stone does he can be seen wearing a his signature feathered robe which can seen being lit up under the white light, Thaddeus soaks in the cheers, and chants of approval from the fans. His eyes burn with intensity, his body pounding with adrenaline with blood lust on his mind as he makes his way down to the ring slapping the hands of those near the entrance ramp. Stone slowly walks on down the ramp, once at ringside Thaddeus walks around to the steel steps and slowly walks on up, before entering the ring finally. Once inside the ring Stone climbs the nearest turnbuckle and throws out his arms ((Viva Randy Orton)) as he continues to soak in the cheers, and various chants from the fans at ringside and those that can be heard throughout the arena being shown toward him as he waits for his opponent to come on out from behind the black curtain to do battle.

Adams: Thaddeus didn't look too impressive in his debut match a couple of weeks ago…

Simone: Nope, but he did have one hell of an opponent in that one.

Adams: That is a true statement, but.. still, didn't stand out too much.

Justin: And his opponent…

The opening portion of "I Came to Play" echoes through the Dinamo Polyvalent Hall sound system. The lights change to a gold tinted color which floats around the place. Ralph Lorenzo walks through the curtain first as the Moroccan crowd is confused for a second. The first break in the song comes over the speakers as Travis Nathaniel Andrews walks out behind his best friend. Ralph is wearing a "This place sucks" T-Shirt while Travis is donning his secondary wrestling outfit. He doesn't seem to be all that pleased to be here in Morocco as he slowly walks down the ramp.

Justin: From Las Vegas, Nevada... weighing in at 241 pounds! Mr. TNA, Travis Nathaniel Andrews!

Adams: Another one who hasn't been standing out too much…

The look of disgust stays on Travis' face as he hops up onto the ring apron. Ralph walks around the ring and leaps up onto it as well. Travis swings his leg through the ropes followed by the other one as Ralph quickly enters the ring. Travis walks over to the turnbuckle but he leans against it. He continues to show his utter disgust while waiting impatiently for the match to start.

Adams: He stands out sometimes, scratch what I said earlier… he just seems to not be able to get consistent in what he does here in SCW.

Simone: That I can agree with… which one of these men will take the big SuperCard win here tonight?

Adams: We are about to find out…

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The two competitors circle the ring for a few seconds, staring in at each other... neither wanting to make a mistake and make a quick move at the other, so they continue to circle, keeping their eyes on each other like hawks. Finally they begin to slowly move into towards each other as they lock hands. Stone quickly grabs the arm of TNA, twisting it and wrenching at it, pulling him into a quick standing arm bar. Stone continues to apply pressure, taking a step back and hitting a shoulder to the arm that he is applying pressure to. However after a few seconds, TNA begins to fight back, spinning out of it and grabbing a hold of the arm of Stone! TNA twists the arm of Stone, delivering a chop to the elbow, and as he goes to pull him in closer, Stone reverses it into a quick arm lock! Stone applies pressure to the arm lock but TNA quickly spins out of it as he rolls TNA around and ends up in a hand lock behind the back of TNA! TNA once again squeezes out of it and reverses it into the same exact hold! But... another reversal as Stone spins out of it and pulls TNA straight into a quick hip toss, pouncing on top of him and putting him in a quick ground headlock!

Adams: Some real back and forth action here early on in this one!

Simone: Yeah, that's for sure… technical wrestling at it's finest!

Stone squeezes tight on the ground headlock, his upper body over the chest and stomach of TNA, causing trouble for TNA to move out of it… but TNA throws his legs up and wraps them around the head of Stone, pulling back and forcing Stone to break the hold as he puts him into a hold of his own, wrapping the legs around the head and neck of Stone! Stone quickly turns his head and flips over the legs of TNA, laying over the top of him in an inverted bridge pin... Holly Wood quickly begins the count..




TNA is quick to kickout, using great strength as he pushes up with his legs and spins Stone around, wrapping his arms under the arms of Stone, back to back with each other as he tries some sort of hold but Stone pushes out of it, spinning and hitting a huge fist to the head! TNA staggers back and Stone runs at him, grabbing him and looking for an irish whip but it is reversed. Stone comes back after bouncing off of the ropes with a huge shoulder thrust that sends TNA straight to the ground! TNA is quickly up and Stone looks for the whip again but TNA reverses it, as Stone comes back from the ropes he looks for another shoulder bump but TNA side steps it, grabbing the back of Stone's head and tossing him right over the ropes... but wait! Stone holds on to the top rope, he looks to skin the cat as he lifts himself back over the ropes... but TNA is there, catching the legs of Stone and throwing him right back over! Stone lands on his feet on the apron as TNA hits a vicious right hand to the head of Stone, staggering him! TNA grabs Stone by the head and walks him towards the turnbuckle, looking to smash him head first into it, but Stone sticks his arm out, stopping the movement and grabbing the head of TNA, smashing him head first into the turnbuckle pad!

Simone: Wow these two just keep going back and forth…

Adams: It almost seems like neither one wants the upper hand…

Simone: Now that just sounds, dumb…

TNA staggers backwards and Stone begins to climb the turnbuckle! Stone makes it to the top rope, TNA holding his head as Stone goes for a cross body! He hits it but TNA uses the momentum to flip one extra time as he covers Stone!




Stone quickly kicks out and both men are to their feet quickly… TNA with a quick side headlock takedown, and the cover…




TNA still has the headlock locked in as he squeezes, but Stone fights back. Stone begins to make his way to his feet, still locked in the headlock, but that all changes as Stone runs TNA back first into the turnbuckle! Stone begins to hammer away hitting two straight chops to the chest of TNA! TNA catches Stone off guard however, grabbing him by the head and throwing him into the turnbuckle… TNA hits a couple of chops of his own as Stone holds his chest in pain and TNA grabs him by the hair. TNA throws Stone to the ropes, Stone bounces off and comes back looking for a clothesline but TNA turns it into a huge backbreaker! The cover…




Adams: Wow, TNA really taking advantage there…

Simone: What a backbreaker there by TNA, I love that move.

TNA grabs Stone by his hair, forcing him to his feet as Holly Wood tells TNA to takes it easy with the hair pulling, but TNA just ignores her as he hits a huge knee to the gut of Stone! TNA runs to the ropes, bouncing off of them and coming back… Stone looks for a clothesline but TNA ducks it! TNA bounces off of the opposite ropes, gaining momentum… TNA looks for a flying forearm but Stone ducks, and TNA connects straight with Holly Wood!

Simone: Oh my…

Adams: Wow, Holly Wood just got nailed!

Simone: Ha… I mean, yeah… she did.

TNA stands up, and turns around as he is hit by a huge kick to the gut from Stone… Stone hits a dangerous DDT, nearly cracking TNA in half and goes for the cover…

Holly Wood is out, Stone must have forgotten! Stone walks over to Holly Wood, shaking her a bit, trying to wake her up. Stone shakes his head, turning around and grabbing TNA by the head, lifting him up and tossing him into the turnbuckle. Stone runs at TNA and hits a huge splash on him! TNA staggers along the ring ropes and Stone… clothesline over the top rope! TNA goes soaring over the top rope and Stone falls to his knees.

Adams: Stone just sent TNA flying!

Simone: Yeah he did, right in front of our announce table.

TNA slowly uses the announce table to try to get up, Stone stands up to his feet… walking over to Holly Wood, trying to get her to wake up and finally it is working a bit. Stone tries to talk to Holly Wood, doing all he can to get her awake but she is still in her own world… she is halfway up, but not very alert to what is going on around her. Stone is bent over, helping Holly Wood up, unaware that TNA has slid into the ring…

...With a chair…


TNA sticks the steel chair between the legs of Stone and smashes it straight up for a huge illegal low blow! Stone yells out in pain, holding himself as TNA slides the chair out of the rin! TNA rolls Stone up into a pin… and Holly Wood with the slow count, still unaware of what just happened…




Adams: Wow...

Simone: TNA just stole that one.

Adams: But he did it with style, and he won… all that matters.

Justin: Here is your winner… Mr. TNA, Travis Nathaniel Andrews!

TNA stands up to his feet as Holly Wood checks on Stone who is complaining but Holly Wood has no memory of what happened, and didn't see it so she explains to him that all she saw was a clean roll up and pin. TNA throws his arms in the air as he celebrates his win, the fans booing him as he nods his head, confidently walking around the ring with his arms in the air.

The camera cuts to backstage, where we see Amy Marshall standing before a Mayhem in Morocco Supercard poster with Miss Rocky Mountains standing beside her ready to question her or just let Amy get on with it.

Ms Rocky Mountains: "Ladies and gentleman, I have with me Amy Marshall."

Rocky introduces Amy to the camera, the fans at home and inside the arena.

Amy: "Hi Rocky."

Amy smiles, as she brushes her hair from her face.

Ms Rocky Mountains: "Can I have your final thoughts going into this match?"

Rocky asked, before places the mic in front of Amy, as Amy grabs it and turns to the camera.

Amy: "I have lots of things going through my mind at this moment, but obviously my main concern is the match against Raynin in a little while. I have said all I needed to, however, I would like to remind Raynin that while the build up to this match has been pretty disappointing, I am not going to go into this match giving 50% or whatever, I will be giving it 100% and all my all.

There is no need to beg and plea Raynin for me to push hard… I will be doing that anyway, as I said giving 100% and more.

However, if I am unsuccessful in capturing the Bombshell title… Then I am sorry."

Amy lets out a small sigh, before walking off and heading back to the locker room

"Ooooh... yeah, yeah... oh". The opening repeative line to Kanye West's "Power" starts to blast through the speakers as blue lights but through the now faded darkness in the arena. The image of a closed fist is seen on the screen before the letters 'J2H' appear on the screen

Adams: Thanks to Hot Stuff Mark Ward, J2H now has his time to speak.

J2H appears at the top of the ramp to a chorus of boos from the live crowd. J2H is wearing silver suit pant and a white buttoned up shirt, the top three buttons opened. On his head, he wears a headset microphone. J2H lifts his fist to the crowd before walking to the ring. J2H reaches the ring and crimbs up the steps before stepping in the ring. J2H moves towards the middle of the ring, both arms in the air, before walking to the ropes and pulling himself on the middle rope in the center of the ring and raising his arm again. He jumps down and hits a button on the side of the headset as the music begins to fade

J2H: I said I would be here to end this story and here I am. Aren't you lucky Morocco that I decided to tell you all how it ended in your country.

The crowd boo J2H, but he walks up and down, talking through his ear piece microphone.

J2H: After the disappearance of Power Play and the sudden disappearance of Melody Grace, it left me in a position where I was here on my own, I was here without friends or a wife, to stand in front of an ungrateful crowd night after night, that didn't deserve my presense, just like you all.

J points his hand around the crowd, pointing at random people.

J2H: So I took the choice to follow their lead and dive off the sinking ship and try and be this husband that I was expected to be. I actually devoted my time in to trying to become a better person, trying to be the much bigger man than I was. God knows I tried to look for every way out of this damn drunken marriage that I could, but there was no way out because drunk or not, the judge was a dick about it.

Simone: Typical J2H, blaming someone else for something he did.

J2H: It was like I was being punished and trapped in a place I couldn't get out of, so I went with it. I actually became a real husband.

Adams: As opposed to a robot husband.

J2H: She moved in to my house in Beverly Hills, I even let her make changes, I allowed that stupid yellow car of hers to sit outside in plain view. I started to be a good husband where life was actually fun and I was feeling like a better person. I even brought myself to watch the recording of our wedding, which I haven't been able to do since the day we actually got married.

J2H's face changes, his jaw tightens and his eyes narrow in anger.

J2H: And that's where I saw it? My out was right under my nose the whole damn time.

Adams: Saw what?

J2H: That's where I realized that I had been the victim...

Simone: Of what?

J2H: Play the tape.

J2H points a finger to the screen and turns away from it as it lights up.

The screen comes alive at the Vegas wedding of J2H and Melody Grace. A man dressed as Elvis stands in front of the visibly drunk J2H and Melody Grace, who too looks slightly intoxicated. Behind J2H stands Giani Di Luca and James Nathaniel Ringo.

Ringo: You sure you wanna do this man?

J2H: Tote-toto-totily sure.

Giani: Maybe you should do it in the morning dawg.

J2H: Nu uh, nopeoringo Gianirino. It's Melonsy Grace, she's like hot and could like end up marshrid to ansuffer dude in like the morning ifs I don't do dish now.

J2H drunkenly pats both Giani and Ringo on the chests.

J2H: You shoe should get married and we can so call yous Gringo or Riani!

Ringo and Giani roll their eyes at J2H and spins him back to face the Elvis dressed official.

Giani: He's gonna regret this in the morning

Ringo: It's Vegas, he can deal with this shit in the morning just for that Gringo crack.

The video fast forwards before pausing and starting to play again. J2H is drunkenly swaying as Elvis speaks.

Elvis: Do you.... ugh ugh ugh Melody Grace, take this man ugh ugh ugh, to be your lawful wedded husband?

Melody: Yeah with sprinkles on top!

Elvis turns to J2H.

Elvis: And do you, James Alexander Huntington-Hawkes III ugh ugh ugh, take Melody Grace to be your lawful wedded wife.

Giani and Ringo snicker at the word Alexander, J2H looks at them.

J2H: That wasn't my choice of name. Jackasses!

J2H turns back to Elvis.

J2H: Fuck yeah, shes hot!

Elvis: Then by the power vested in me... ugh ugh ugh, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride!

J2H: Now that's what I'm talking about.

J2H leans in, bending Melody backwards and kisses her as the camera goes back to the ring to J2H

J2H: All looks normal for a drunken Vegas wedding, until I saw this. Zoom in.

The camera zooms in on the video to show Elvis' face up close.

Simone: Is that....

Adams: Oh my God.... hahahahahahahahahaha It's Despayre!

The crowd bursts in to cheers as they see that the Elvis vicar in the video is none other than Despayre. J2H shakes his head slowly.

J2H: Yeah, all along I thought I was married to this woman when it turns out I was never married at all because I got played by a crack pot with a freaking teddy bear!

The crowd burst in to louder cheers, much to the anger of J2H.

J2H: All along I thought I was maried, all along I was changing to be this better guy only to find out that I was the victim of a little game between Despayre and Melody Grace because she knew she would never have me any other way. They tricked me in to the whole damn thing. Every feeling I ever got for Melody after that was because they made me feel it.

Simone: Is he admitting he had feelings for her?

Adams: It sounds like it.

J2H: When I thought to myself things could be worse, that I could do worse, it was all a fantasy created by those two to get Despayre's best friend what she wanted, the ultimate present, the present of J2H. Well congrats to you both, you played me like a cheap violin.

J2H's face turns red with anger.

J2H: You tricked me in to having feelings for this woman, you tricked me in to changing my life for this woman, you tricked me in to thinking I should spend my life with this woman, just for shit and giggles. I should march backstage right now and punch your teeth down your throat Despayre, but it turns out, you did me a favor.

Simone: Huh?

J2H: You allowed me to see what the rest of the world don't see with Melody Grace. The world already knew she wasn't wife material, because she used to spend most of her days flirting with other guys on Twitter, but no one saw the sides I saw to her. When I put this to her, she ran, she ran to be by Odette's side. I didn't even get an apology for her jut disappearing. That side of Melody Grace you don't see is that side where she will piss on you if things don't go her way. She upped and left without talking to me, without giving a fuck about my feelings on this, and that has taught me a very valuable lesson in life.

Adams: Don't annoy Melody or she'll urinate on you?

J2H: That's taught me that not everyone is who they want you to think they are, and I now see that. I mean you all thought Despayre was an innocent guy, and Melody was a sweet lady, but for innocent and sweet, they played me well for no reason. All this opened my eyes to see that I am not made to be lovey dovey and all that shit, I'm on this earth to put bitches in their places and be who I wanna be, without a ring on my finger, this has shown me that I am stronger than I thought and that I am so much better than the likes of Melody Grace and Despayre.

Adams: I can't believe he's saying this about Melody.

Simone: You can't? It's J2H. He'd say horrible things about sweet old ladies.

J2H: So there you have it, that's how the story ended, you should be glad that I came and told you this, because if it was down to Melody, she wouldn't have told you the truth, she'd have just told you what made her look better. I haven't heard from her for a while, I wouldn't hold your breath on hearing from her either. Regardless if I decide to come back here and just beat up people for the sake of it, or go on to be a success in whatever I choose to do, one thing is for sure.

J2H moves towards the ropes.

J2H: The watered down by Melody version of J2H has long gone, and the real me is back to being better than ever. It's like Steve Ramone.... That... damn.... simple!

"Power" starts to play from the speakers as J2H takes his leave, stepping out of the ring to a chorus of boos.

Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman our next match is scheduled for one fall and it is a triple threat match for the Bombshell Internet Championship!!

Crowd: POP!

Adams: I've been looking forward to this one all night, Belinda. This one will no doubt be one hell of a match!

Simone: I couldn't agree more, Jason. We've already witnessed some spectacular matches but with the three bombshells we're about to see, this match will not disappoint either.

Adams: And did you happen to notice who is seated in the front row with the rest of the fans?

Simone: How could I not notice? The Original Bombshell herself, Misty, has gotten herself a front row seat for tonight.

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

Justin Decent: Making her way to the ring from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing 127 pounds, MERCEEEEEDEEEES VAAAARGAAAAS!

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

"Revenge, is a meal Best Served Cold..."

Justin Decent: Introducing her first opponent…weighing in at one hundred and twenty pounds…From Miami, Florida…JESSIE SALCO!!

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, once she's on her feet she poses for the crowd before showing off her NXT armband and waiting for the champion to enter.

"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.

Justin Decent: And finally…Weighing in at one hundred and thirty two pounds…From Tampa, Florida…She is the reigning SCW Bombshell Internet Champion….ROXI JOHNSON!!!

Roxi stares ahead at the ring and begins a slow walk towards it. She pauses from time to time looking around the arena. She spots Misty in the front row and heads over to her, giving her a high five. 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 and the Bombshell Internet Championship to the cheers of the audience. Roxi then jumps down as her music dies down and she hands the title over to Jacob Summers.

Simone: Any of these women can walk away with the win tonight, Jason. I can't even begin to guess who might win this.

Adams: The odds are stacked against Mercedes though, Belinda. This would have been a one on one match with Roxi and Jessie if Mercedes hadn't be given the shot as well.

Jacob Summers raises the Bombshell Internet title above him before he hands it to the timekeeper and then calls for the bell.


Roxi and Jessie stand in opposite corners, glaring at Mercedes. Mercedes tries to hide any signs of being nervous, but as both her opponents approach her, she has nowhere to hide and no one to save her either. Jessie smiles, eagerly anticipating getting her hands on the Argentine Mean Girl. Roxi wants to get things started but Jessie steps right in front of her, holding her hand up, daring Mercedes for the lock up.

Simone: I think Jessie is still a little angry that Mercedes got herself injected into this match up. Looks like she wants the first piece of Mercedes.

Adams: It's not a handicap match, though!

Simone: True, it's not, but Roxi and Jessie have respect for one another. Something neither really has for Mercedes.

Roxi is surprisingly nice enough to step aside and let Jessie do as she pleases and for a moment, Mercedes looks as though she is going to get at Jessie, she quickly backs away and slides under the bottom rope and to the outside of the ring! The crowd immediately boos as she smiles at Roxi and Jessie, urging them to get the fight started.

Simone: Why am I surprised by this move? And Mercedes always walks around so confidently and sure of herself. Ha!

Adams: Until she's put in a triple threat match against two women who don't like her very much.

Roxi and Jessie glance towards one another, unsure of what to do. Roxi is prepared to let Mercedes stand outside the ring and give the fans what they want by starting the match, but Jessie has other plans. She bolts across the ring, sliding under the bottom rope right towards Mercedes. Mercedes dashes around the ring as Jessie chases after her. Roxi doesn't waste any time as she exits the ring ahead of Mercedes, helping to fend her off with Jessie!

Simone: I don't know what Mercedes was thinking.

Adams: She wasn't thinking apparently. She really has nowhere to hide now!

Mercedes skids to a halt as Roxi stands in front of her. She goes to turn around but Jessie is right behind her. Inside the ring, referee Jason Summers is trying to get all three women back in the ring, but his warnings fall on deaf ears. Roxi and Jessie stalk Mercedes slowly until Mercedes quickly slides in under the bottom rope and away from both women. Roxi and Jessie shake their heads and Jessie is the first to slide back in the ring after Mercedes, but she's quickly met with a stomp to the head!

Adams: Now that was smart. I think she planned that out.

Simone: Gee, ya think?

Mercedes begins a quick and vicious assault on Jessie as Roxi rushes back into the ring. She spears Mercedes to the canvas, saving Jessie and the champion begins battling it out with her longtime foe. The two roll around the ring, each delivering a series of hard shots to the head when they gain the upperhand over the other and the crowd is going wild the entire time!

Adams: I love a good catfight!

Simone: Apparently the crowd does as well, but there is still a third woman in this battle.

Adams: Hey! There's nothing wrong with a—

Simone: Don't even say it, Jason…

As Roxi has Mercedes pinned against the canvas, she's caught off guard when Jessie pulls her off of Mercedes and jumps on top of Mercedes herself, beginning her own assault! The Heavy Metal Bombshell begins slamming Mercedes head into the canvas, trying to wear her down and Roxi looks on a bit confused and Jessie goes for an early pin attempt!

1…Roxi dives at Jessie, hitting her in the back of the head to break up the pin!

Simone: And Jessie is none too pleased about that.

Adams: Roxi isn't going to let herself lose the title that easily.

All bets are now off as Jessie dives at Rox, returning the favor. Champion and challenger number two begin battling it out now and Mercedes takes the opportunity to get back to her feet. Once she sees that Roxi and Jessie are now at odds, she finds the perfect time to get into this war as she dashes over to the two, nailing both with a kick to the head.

Simone: Not sure how she managed that one.

Mercedes reaches down, pulling both Roxi and Jessie back to their feet by their hair. She then knocks both of their heads together then delivers a hard boot to Roxi's gut, knocking her out of the ring. Roxi crashes to the floor below, giving Mercedes ample opportunity against Jessie. She grabs Jessie by the hair again, slamming her into the corner where she begins an onslaught of elbows to the face!

Adams: And just like that, Mercedes has the upperhand.

Simone: She knows what she's doing, Jason. People may not like it, but she knows how to outsmart her opponents and get the upperhand when needed.

Once Jessie is slightly worn down, Mercedes tries to hush the booing crowd as she raises her hand. Save for a few loud boos, it works and Mercedes hits Jessie with a knife-edge chop to Jessie's chest. She follows this up with machine gun chops to Jessie's chest and face until Jessie collapses in the corner and Mercedes backs away, walking around the ring with a proud and arrogant smirk as she looks around the crowd.

Simone: Sometimes I wonder if Mercedes even realizes that the people don't like her. And I can tell you that there is one person in the front row who despises her, and the two just locked eyes!

Mercedes and Misty glare at one another, but Mercedes never lets that smirk of hers fade. Misty grins and shakes her head as Mercedes waves to her and from the corner of her eye, Misty spots Roxi sliding back in the ring behind Mercedes.

Adams: I have to wonder if Misty is watching from ringside on purpose? She could have watched the match from backstage.

Simone: I doubt we'll ever know the truth, but the fans sure haven't seemed to mind her presence in the front row.

As Roxi gets to her feet, stalking Mercedes from behind the crowd starts to cheer and this doesn't go unnoticed by Mercedes. Just as Roxi is about to strike from behind, Mercedes spins around, ducking a clothesline attempt and she spins back around with another kick to the gut. Roxi stumbles back against the ropes as Mercedes tries to get Roxi out of the ring again, this time by clotheslining the champion over the top rope. Roxi ducks the attempt and counters it, sending Mercedes over the top rope in a back body drop!

Simone: Mercedes landed on the apron!

After Mercedes landed on the ring apron, she grabs Roxi by the head and jumps down, causing Roxi's throat to bounce off of the top rope! Roxi snaps back and crashes to the canvas and Mercedes quickly slides back in the ring and Misty watches on intently, worried for Roxi. Meanwhile, Jessie has pulled herself back to her feet in the corner, turning her attention to the situation with Roxi and Mercedes.

Adams: At least Jessie had some time to get her bearings back.

Simone: Yeah but she needs to act quickly. Mercedes is about to go for the cover!

As Mercedes rushes over to Roxi and drapes her shoulder over the champion, Jacob Summers drops down for the count and Jessie has to think quick! She jumps up to the top rope as the crowd goes wild and Mercedes is none the wiser, thinking the cheering is for her!


Jessie positions herself quickly as Jacob raises his hand again.


Jessie flies off the top rope, launching herself at Mercedes! She crashes against the Mean Girl interrupting the count before Jacob can even attempt a third count!

Simone: That right there shows just how much Jessie wants to win this match!

All three bombshells are now down and trying to recover from that amazing move by Jessie. Jessie might not have planned it but Roxi even felt some of the effects of that maneuver. Mercedes is crawling over towards the ropes, using them to pull herself back to her feet while Roxi and Jessie go the unsteady route getting back to their feet. Mercedes leans against the ropes, glaring at Roxi and Jessie. As both women get back to their feet, neither facing Mercedes, Mercedes pushes herself away from the ropes, ready to kill two birds with one stone.

Adams: One of them better pay attention!

Misty:Come on Roxi! Come on Jessie!

As Mercedes rushes at them, attempting a double clothesline, it's a loud cheering from Misty that catches the attention of both Roxi and Jessie just in time! The two each duck the attempted clothesline, quickly spinning around and work together, each delivering an elbow to Mercedes. They then team up once again, and deliver a suplex to the former bombshell roulette champion and it is Jessie who goes for the first pin attempt!

1- Roxi pulls Jessie off of Mercedes, tossing her across the ring!

Adams: For a moment there I was beginning to think this had turned into a handicap match!

Simone: They can work together temporarily to stop Mercedes and luckily for them Misty decided to cheer at just the right moment.

Roxi drops down and covers Mercedes, hooking the leg!


2-No! Jessie grabs a hold of Roxi by the leg and pulls her off of Mercedes and back to her feet!

Jessie begins delivering punch after punch to the resident superhero champion but Roxi fights back! She hits Jessie with an uppercut that sends the heavy metal bombshell stumbling back against the ropes and then Roxi charges at her and clotheslines her over the top rope and Jessie crashes to the floor below right in front of Misty! Misty and Roxi exchange glances and Misty points behind her right at Mercedes who has gotten back to her feet!

Adams: Somehow I don't think Mercedes will be very happy with Misty after this match is all said and done.

Simone: Misty is just a spectator, Jason. She's a fan tonight and nothing more. Mercedes should treat her as such.

Roxi spins around and Mercedes catches her, attempting a DDT but the champion counters it! She spins around, sets Mercedes up and quickly delivers the Ray of Hope! Misty jumps up from her seat, as do the other fans in the front row as Roxi drops down for the cover!

Simone: She did it! Roxi hit the Ray of Hope!

Adams: But Jessie is getting back to her feet!


Jessie leans against the ring apron, watching in horror as Roxi has Mercedes pinned to the canvas!


Jessie slides in under the bottom rope, trying to get at the champion before it's too late!


Jessie dives at Roxi, but is too late! Jacob calls for the bell!


Justin Decent: Ladies and gentleman here is your winner and STILL SCW Bombshell Internet Champion….ROXI JOHNSON!!!

Simone: What a great match! Jessie came so close to breaking that pin but she didn't make it in time. What a spectacular finish!

Adams: Jessie doesn't look too happy, though.

As Jacob Summers hands Roxi her title and raises her hand in victory, Jessie is on her knees, shaking her head disappointedly. Mercedes has already rolled out of the ring and trying to get her bearings back just outside the ring and Misty is cheering and applauding Roxi on a successful title defense. Seeing Jessie's disappointment, Roxi walks over to her and offers a friendly hand, helping her back to her feet.

Simone: Great sportsmanship by the champion, there.

Roxi and Jessie shake hands and Roxi goes one step further, raising Jessie's hand as well as the crowd cheers both women on. Mercedes glares at both of them, holding the back of her head before she turns and glares right towards Misty in the front row. She heads over to the Original Bombshell, ready to start an argument. Misty just laughs her off and sits back down in her seat, choosing to start up a conversation with the fans surrounding her rather than paying any attention to Mercedes. Mercedes growls loudly before she storms off and heads backstage.

Simone: It's no secret that Mercedes doesn't think highly of Misty, so she'll no doubt have plenty to say about this after tonight.

Adams: She can say all she wants to, Belinda. Misty's retired and pregnant so she can't be touched.

Roxi and Jessie exit the ring and head over to Misty. Roxi and Misty exchange a friendly hug and Misty and Jessie shake hands before Roxi and Jessie head backstage to a round of cheering from the crowd.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage, Sin City Wrestling's one and only 'Hostess With the Mostess' -- Miss Amanda Hugginkiss!

The crowd cheers as Amanda walks out onto the stage, closely resembling the style of famous actress Ingrid Bergman from - wait for it -- Casablanca.

With microphone in hand, Amanda proceeds to dish out the famous tune for that very same famous feature film.

Amanda: This day and age we're living in
Gives cause for apprehension
With speed and new invention
And things like fourth dimension.

Yet we get a trifle weary
With Mr. Einstein's theory.
So we must get down to earth at times
Relax relieve the tension

And no matter what the progress
Or what may yet be proved
The simple facts of life are such
They cannot be removed.]

You must remember this
A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh is just a sigh.
The fundamental things apply
As time goes by.

And when two lovers woo
They still say, "I love you."
On that you can rely
No matter what the future brings
As time goes by.

Moonlight and love songs
Never out of date.
Hearts full of passion
Jealousy and hate.
Woman needs man
And man must have his mate
That no one can deny.

It's still the same old story
A fight for love and glory
A case of do or die.
The world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by.

Oh yes, the world will always welcome lovers
As time goes by

The crowd cheers as Amanda takes a single drag from the long-stem cigarette holder and the spotlight fades.

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Simone: It's time for one of our double Main Events of the evening and it is for the SCW World Bombshell Championship!

Adams: Raynin defeated Amy Marshall to win the title on Amy's first defence and it didn't take Amy long to cash in her rematch clause for Mayhem in Morocco and that match is next!

Simone: Let's take it to Justin!

Justin: The following contest is one of your Main Events of the evening and it is for the World Bombshell Championship!

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.

the boogie
the boogie
the boogie
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.

Justin: Introducing the challenger, from Juneau, Alaska she is the Punk Princess Amy Marshall!

She then continues down the ramp, as slaps the hands of the awaiting fans, she then climbs into the ring, where she then climbs the turnbuckles and surveys the crowd before climbing back down and heads to the corner, where she takes off the mask and waits for the match to start.

Simone: It was one month ago when Amy shocked the world by dethroning Delia Darling and winning the World Bombshell Championship.

Adams: But she would lose it only a few weeks later to Raynin of The Fallen and like I said tonight's she's getting her rematch!

Justin: And her opponent!

The camera flashes around the crowd, as Lose Control by Evanescence plays over the PA, panning in and out, stopping just long enough to get glimpses of excited people in the crowd until it stops finally on the stage where Raynin stands, legs spread slightly, looking out over the audience with a confident smirk as she holds her Bombshell Championship high.

Justin: And her opponent, representing The Fallen she is the reigning and defending SCW World Bombshell Champion Raynin!

She nods slowly, then raises her free fist high in the air. She brings her fist down into a salute, then starts to walk down the ramp towards the ring. She jumps onto the apron, and climbs the turnbuckle, and lifts her fist in the air. She brings her hand down and salutes the crowd before she hops down into the ring and goes to another turnbuckle climbs it and throws her fist in the air alongside her title, then brings it down in a salute. She jumps down into the ring and leans back on the turnbuckle, staring down the challenger.

Adams: You have to figure that Delia's watching this match closely.

Simone: Jason, she was in a Hardcore Match against Twisted Sister earlier tonight, I'll be surprised if she's even remotely conscious by now!

Raynin hands the title over to Drew who holds the title high in the air as Justin leaves the ring before he hands the title over to the timekeeper and signals for the bell.

Simone: And the match is under way!

Adams: And the Bombshells are wasting no time!


Indeed as soon as the bell rings Amy and Raynin start to brawl in the centre of the ring, being the larger of the two women Raynin seems to have the advantage over the challenger but Amy uses her speed and agility to keep Raynin on her toes throughout the brawl.

Adams: The two Bombshells are laying into each other with stiff shots and the fans here in Morocco are licking it up!

Simone: Err, Jason….

Adams: Realized how wrong that sounded the moment the sentence ended!

Raynin eventually gets the upper hand, quite literally, as she hits Amy with an Uppercut rocking the former champion and sending her towards the far ropes, Amy rebounds off the ropes and Raynin catches her on the rebound with a Spinebuster that would make Arn Anderson proud! Raynin goes for a cover almost immediately 1….2….and Amy kicks out!

Simone: We almost saw the shortest Main Event in SCW history!

Adams: There's no way that Amy would be defeated that easily!

Raynin realizes this as well and picks up Amy in an attempt to do a follow up attack but Amy catches her with a sit out Jawbreaker that stuns the Bombshell Champion and gives Amy a chance to recover, once Amy recovers she heads to the top rope and when Raynin turns to face her Amy leaps looking for a Hurricanrana off the top rope but fails to take Raynin over with the move as Raynin hoists her up into a Powerbomb position.

Simone: This could end badly for Amy.

Adams: Or any Bombshell in the same ring as Raynin!

Realizing how badly this could end for her Amy starts hitting the champion with rights and lefts to her head obviously hoping to stun her enough for Amy to give the Hurricanrana a second attempt, eventually Amy's attempts pay off as Amy is able to stun Raynin long enough to successfully hit the Hurricanrana on her second attempt! Amy holds on for the cover 1…..2…..and Raynin powers out.

Simone: I think Amy's starting to realize that there's no way that she can overpower Raynin.

Adams: I can only think of two Bombshells who could match Raynin's power game, one's Delia's bodyguard and the other's a referee.

Simone: And Holly was always a borderline case regardless!

Amy gets to her feet first and turns to face Raynin only to discover that Raynin has rolled out of the ring to give herself some breathing room, Amy decides to not let the champ recover however and, whilst ignoring Drew, walks over to the ring ropes and attempts a Springboard Hurricanrana to the outside but like before Raynin catches her, Amy tries to fight off the Powerbomb attempt but it doesn't work this time as Raynin hits the Powerbomb….onto the ring apron!

Simone: OH MY GOD!

Adams: If Amy's back wasn't hurting after that Spinebuster it definitely is now!

Amy slumps down at ringside but it quickly becomes evident that the former champion is still conscious based on the fact that she is swearing more than a ship full of sailors, Raynin picks her back up and rolls Amy back into the ring just in time for the nine count and manages to get into the ring before she can be counted out by Drew, Raynin rolls Amy gingerly onto her back before going for a cover 1….2….and Amy somehow kicks out!

Simone: Did you see how Raynin rolled Amy onto her back?

Adams: Raynin maybe the champ and Amy maybe the challenger but it's obvious that Raynin doesn't want to end Amy's career by accident.

Realizing that Amy's back is, obviously, vulnerable Raynin picks up the former Champion and hits her with a trio of Backbreakers, when Amy hits the matt after she's hit with the Backbreakers to see if she wants to continue and Amy is pretty adamant in her refusal to give up just set and Raynin goes for the cover once Drew backs off 1….2….and Amy kicks out.

Simone: You have to wonder just how much Amy can take!

Adams: Who knows? Maybe she'll pull a Rocky Balboa moment!

Raynin shakes her head at Amy's refusal to stay down before she picks up Amy to attempt a follow up attack, however once again surprises her with a sit out jawbreaker stunning the champ once more but the move does even more damage to Amy's back based on the look of pain on Amy's face following the move, Amy eventually wills herself back to her feet but her obvious pain has given Raynin enough time to recover and the champion attempts to hit Amy with a running lariat but Amy ducks the attempt, spins her around and hits Raynin with a snap DDT.

Simone: Amy's back in this.

Adams: But for how long?

Despite the obvious fact that she is favouring her back Amy goes for a cover on Raynin 1….2….and Raynin promptly kicks out.

Simone: I just noticed that Amy wasn't able to get her body over Raynin's on that pin attempt.

Adams: Amy's back must be killing her, you have to wonder how long it'll be before Drew ends the match without a pin or submission.

Drew has noticed this as well and asks Amy if she wants to continue the match and, once again, Amy is adamant in her refusal to lose the match that way, by now Raynin has got to her feet and, despite the obvious pain that she's in, Amy wills herself to her feet and grabs Raynin's arm before whipping her off the ropes and attempting a two legged dropkick on the rebound but Raynin sees the attempt coming and holds onto the ropes causing Amy to fall flat on her already injured back! Raynin realizes what just happened and says this before going for the pin.

Raynin: Amy, for the love of god stay down! This title isn't worth sacrificing your career!

Simone: Can't tell if that was out of concern for Amy as her friend or Amy as her opponent.

Adams: I think it was a bit of both honestly.

Raynin goes for the cover 1….2…..and Amy still kicks out!

Simone: And yet Amy refuses to stay down.

Adams: You have to wonder how Jessie feels watching this match, the two Bombshells have been close since they formed the Metal and Punk Connection tag team!

Raynin stares at Amy in disbelief over what happened before shaking her head and calling for her finisher.

Simone: Raynin is going for her finisher.

Adams: She has to be careful not to cause further injury to Amy's back here!

Amy gets to her feet and Raynin goes for the Whisky Tango Foxtrot Guillotine Kick but Amy moves out of the way of the kick at the last second and, with a scream of pain, surprises Raynin with a Brainbuster!

Simone: What a move by Amy!

Adams: But at what cost? Amy's back has been hurting her since she took that Powerbomb on the apron and hitting that Brainbuster can't have helped!

Like before Amy isn't able to go for a proper pin as she weakly hooks Raynin's leg 1….2….and Raynin easily kicks out.

Simone: No surprise there.

Adams: What will it take for Drew to do the right thing and end the match for Amy's sake? She can't even make proper pin attempts because of how badly her back is hurting!

Amy looks up at Drew in disbelief but Drew is less interested in arguing over the pin attempt and more interested in asking if he should end the match for Amy's sake, once again Amy adamantly refuses and picks up Raynin before going for another Brainbuster but at this point Amy's back is hurting so much that she can't even try to get Raynin up for the move.

Simone: Come on Drew, end it already!

Adams: Belinda I'm pretty sure that even the Mean Girls members are saying the same thing!

Amy, once again, refuses to go down without a fight despite Drew's pleas but Raynin uses this opportunity to hit her with a Lariat and this time the move hits! Raynin goes for the cover 1….2….and Amy still kicks out!

Simone: At this point I must sound like a broken record but Drew has to end it before Amy's seriously hurt.

Adams: If this was a boxing match the towel would've been thrown in long ago!

Raynin once again stares at Amy in disbelief as the Punk Princess gets to her feet slowly, shaking her head Raynin decides to try for the Whisky Tango Foxtrot again and bounces off the ropes, however Amy moves at the last second, runs to the opposite ropes and hits the Bad Girl on Raynin!

Simone: The Bad Girl! That's the move Amy used to dethrone Delia last month!

Adams: But can she capitalize?

Amy goes for another weak cover 1….2….and Raynin kicks out!

Simone: Normally I'd be surprised but we all know the story by now.

Adams: Look at the look on Drew's face, he's seriously considering ending the match for Amy's safety!

Amy sits there in disbelief before looking towards the nearby turnbuckle and getting an idea, despite collapsing from pain a couple of times Amy is able to drag Raynin over to the turnbuckle which she climbs as quickly as she can.

Simone: What's Amy thinking?

Adams: That she wants to win this match no matter what!

Amy reaches the top rope and takes a few seconds longer than usual to straighten herself up for obvious reasons, once Amy is balanced perfectly she leaps looking for a Swanton Bomb but Raynin gets her knees up on instinct causing Amy's back to crash into the knees.

Simone: Raynin's still in this!

Adams: Belinda, I'm worried about Amy, she hasn't moved since the failed Swanton Bomb.

Amy is still conscious but she can't get up on her own without causing more pain to her back, she crawls over to the ropes whilst insisting that she can still fight but Drew's seen enough and calls for the bell.

Simone: Finally!

Adams: I think it's obvious but who is he ending it in favour off?

Drew leaves the ring whilst the two Bombshells look on and talks to Justin for a few seconds, Justin nods solemnly before putting the mic to his lips.

Justin: Ladies and gentlemen for Amy Marshall's safety Drew Patton has chosen to end the match, therefore your winner and STILL SCW Bombshell Champion Raynin!

Simone: Drew made the right choice there, Amy was in a lot of pain for most of the match but she was really hurting towards the end.

Adams: Here comes the EMTs, they are definitely working for their pay checks tonight!

EMTS rush down to the ring accompanied by Amy's tag team partner and friend Jessie Salco who is clearly concerned for Amy, together with Raynin she helps Amy onto the stretcher but it's clear from the look on Raynin's face that she isn't happy with the way she retained the title.

We cut backstage just before the Main Event! Andrew Watts is walking through the backstage area, getting ready to make his way to the ring for his match… just before he can turn a corner he is stopped by a voice, a familiar voice.

Desiree Parker: Hey, hey… wait up

Watts turns around as Desiree quickly approaches him. Watts shakes his head as Desiree smiles at him.

Desiree Parker: I'm coming with you, I want to be there when you win the title… I want… I want to...

Watts quickly shakes his head, putting his finger on Desiree's lips, stopping her from continuing.

Andrew Watts: Des, I told you earlier… no. I want this to be me, just me. It's my night, my moment, and I want to do it all, alone…

Desiree throws an arm up, her hand against Andrew's bare chest as she looks up at him, obviously disappointed.

Desiree Parker: But I just want to be there for you… I'm the woman in your life, and I want you to have me there...

Watts puts his hand on Desiree's hand that is on his chest, pulling it off of his chest.

Andrew Watts: Des, look, this has nothing to do with our personal life. It's just… I want this to be my moment, and I want it to … ugh, it's hard to explain. Just do me a favor, don't come out there. We can have our moment after… but for the match, and whatever happens after… just, stay here...

Desiree just stares for a few seconds, she has nothing to say really… just staring at Andrew in disappointment. He flashes a sorry smile at her as he turns around and begins to walk away. Desiree shakes her head, squeezing her fists together as she stomps her foot on the ground, turning around and grabbing a nearby table, flipping it over, letting out one of her signature yells as she walks back towards her locker room.

The camera buzzes across the crowd as they begin waving their signs in support for their favorite stars and Bombshells. The crowd begins stomping their feet and chanting.


Simone: That's right, folks, and we've got one for the ages tonight as "The Original Renegade" Andrew Watts takes on Seven Deadly Sins member, and World heavyweight Champion, Gabriel!

Adams: The title is on the line as Watts cashes in his Blast From the Past tournament prize! And speaking of Blast From the Past...

The camera stops on Misty, who is mingling with a few fans in the front row from her seat. She waves cheerfully to the camera as fans around her pat her on the shoulder, and pose for the cameras.

Justin Decent: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the SIN CITY WRESTLING WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!

The lights in the arena dim, the arena covered in darkness… just barely visible. Fans begins to turn on their flashlights on their Androids and iPhones to get some light. A light humming is heard over the arena speakers, not something we are too familiar with. Finally after a few seconds of this, 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. The lights flash back to normal with an eruption of white and blue fireworks atop the entrance ramp. The crowd cheering like crazy, some booing, some cheering, but all of them respecting. The arena lights brighten even more 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 this match, the biggest in his SCW career thus far. Watts smirks as he makes his way down the entrance ramp, staring ahead at the ring.

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

Watts is dressed in his normal black attire with the blue design and words WATTS written in blue on the backside, he has on a white cutoff shirt with the word CHAMPION spelled out in a gold font across the chest. Watts makes his way to the ring as he walks around the ring, stopping by Misty at ringside who is sitting front row. Watts walks up to Misty who reaches out towards him, she slaps hands with him as he quickly spins around and slides into the ring. Watts walks to the center of the ring where he pauses for a second, looking down at the ground for a few seconds, our cameras staring straight at Watts. Watts head shoots up, looking forward, his right arm shooting into the air, his hand in the renegade formation(Kliq sign) as he stands like this for a few seconds, before his music fades and he walks to a nearby corner, removing the shirt and instead of tossing it into the crowd, he tosses it right to Misty. Watts smirks as he sits in the corner, ready for his match.

Justin Decent: Aaaaand his opponent! Standing at 6 feet 1 inch, and weighing in at 230 pounds, he is your SCW World Heavyweight Champion... GAAAAAAAAAAAAABRIELLLLLLLLL!!!

"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. The figure of Gabriel walks out from behind the dark curtain, then a huge chorus of boos. 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, and more importantly, his opponent. His eyes narrowed as he glares at the ring. He opens his long coat, pulling it apart, revealing the World Heavyweight Championship belt. He puts his arms to his side. 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 looks across the ring at Watts, who is standing proud and at attention. He steps inside of the ring, walking around it a bit as the fans boo him. Gabriel smirks as he adjusts his wrist tape, allowing Justin Decent to take his belt off of his shoulder. Justin climbs outside and hands it to the timekeeper as Gabriel steps to the center of the ring in a challenge to Watts. Watts chuckles, looking down at the ground before rushing at Gabriel, knocking into the champion!


Simone: Watts is wasting no time getting this thing started tonight!

Adams: With the biggest prize in the game on the line, it's the smartest thing to do. Especially against someone as dominant as Gabriel.

Watts and Gabriel exchange rapid rights and lefts to one another, but neither one seems to be missing a beat. Referee Jasmine St. John keeps a close eye on both men as they continue to go at it. Watts bashes Gabriel with a hard left that sends him back a couple paces. Gabriel rebounds with a devastating right that does the same to Watts. Watts collides with the ropes, and uses this to his advantage, coming hard with a spinning Discus style punch that sends Gabriel through a loop. Gabriel rubs at his jaw, but there is little to deter him as he comes back at Watts full speed, nailing a right, and then a left, and then a right jab to the side, and a left jab to the gut. Watts starts to feel it as his defenses weaken drastically. Gabriel backs Watts against the ropes, using his forearm to press back against Watts throat. Jasmine is on this immediately as she pats him on the shoulder. With no response, she begins her count.





Watts reaches forward and rakes the eyes of Gabriel, causing him to let up tremendously. Watts holds onto his throat for a second, before gritting his teeth in anger. He grabs onto Gabriel's shoulders and nails a series of rapid headbutts that drops Gabriel to the ground.

Simone: The Renegade is relentless tonight! He's playing Gabriel's game, and he's not doing too bad so far.

Adams: Not doing too bad? He's got the champion on his back right now, and he's hardly broken a sweat!

Watts does a slow spin with his arms out at his side, showing off a little bit before walking over toward Gabriel. He leans down to pick Gabriel off of the mat, but the champ rolls him up into a Schoolboy Pin, latching onto the tights for good measure as Watts kicks wildly trying to escape. Jasmine drops down for the count.




Simone: Not even close there, Gabriel, but A for effort...

Adams: More like A for Ass kickings, which Andrew Watts isn't finished handing out tonight!

Watts rebounds quickly, springing back up to his feet, but just in time to receive a solid Clothesline from the champion. Watts falls down to the mat as Gabriel raises his arms in the air. Watts gets back up to his feet, only for Gabriel to execute another flawless Clothesline, sending him back down to the mat. Watts pounds the mat in frustration as he rises to his feet again. Gabriel comes at him for another Clothesline, but Watts ducks underneath his arm, and latches on, dropping him down into an Armbar, wrenching his arm tightly. Gabriel writhes from the sudden excrutiating pain, but he doesn't give up. Jasmine leans down to check on him, and he shakes his head in the negative. Watts wrenches the arm harder, taunting Gabriel verbally as he does so. Jasmine continues to ask Gabriel if he gives up, and he shakes his head. After a moment, Gabriel gets off of his stomach, and onto his knees. He leans down toward the mat to loosen the grip on his arm, but Watts has it locked in firmly. He reaches back and taps on Watts side, trying to distract him to loosen up, but Watts is having none of it. Gabriel gets to one foot, half kneeling down on the mat. He slowly rises up on both feet, but Watts slams down on his shoulder, sending him right back down to the mat.

Simone: Gabriel is feeling the effects of that Armbar, but he's got too much on the line for him to just give up now.

Adams: He's at the mercy of the challenger right here, but Watts is exploiting it for all its worth.

Gabriel kicks his feet in pain, slamming them against the mat rapidly. Watts leans in for leverage as Gabriel inches his way over toward the ropes. Watts can't stop the determination despite his best efforts. He wrenches tighter, causing the pain level to escalate, and Gabriel hollers out in pain. However, he continues to inch his way toward the ropes, getting within a few feet of them. He extends his arm out toward them, but still has several inches to go. Watts stands up, and drags Gabriel back toward the center of the ring before dropping down to cement his leverage. Once again, Jasmine asks if he's prepared to give up, but he shakes his head, shouting "NO!" at her. He works his way slowly back to his feet, catching Watts by surprise. Watts does his best to ground the champion, but to no avail. Gabriel reaches over with his other hand, raising the locked arm up with all of his might. He turns slightly, and catches Watts in the face with a very flexible series of quick kicks. After three of them, Watts barely has a grip on Gabriel's arm any longer, and Gabriel uses this to his advantage to grip Watts wrist and bring his arm crashing down onto his shoulder. He does this twice, before kicking upward to crack Watts in the jaw. The challenger falls backward, holding onto his jaw as Gabriel favors his arm, wincing as he puts a few feet of distance between himself and Watts. Watts gets up to one knee, holding onto his jaw as he looks over at Gabriel, taunting him. Gabriel mouths something in response that obviously gets to Watts as he gets to his feet and charges directly at Gabriel. Gabriel ducks and then grabs onto the back of Watts head, flinging him hard into the corner. He follows up quickly with a Running High Leg that crashes Watts into the corner. He lifts Watts up and sets him into a Tree of Woe, sizing him up as he slowly backs away. He watches Watts struggle to get out of it as he leans down, tapping his knees. He charges forward with a Baseball Slide... that narrowly misses Watts, racking himself on the turnbuckle!

Simone: I can't believe Watts turned that around on Gabriel, playing opossum with him.

Adams: Nobody gives Andrew Watts credit for being a very mental wrestler. People look to Gabriel and Sean Jackson, but Watts isn't just one hell of an athlete, he's as smart as the rest, if not more!

Watts unhooks his legs from the ropes and lifts himself to a seated position. Gabriel crawls across the mat, slowly inching his way up to his feet when Watts comes flying off of the ropes with the Shots of Anarchy that levels both men. The crowd comes to their feet


Simone: I... kind of have to agree with the audience. That one came out of nowhere.

Adams: Actually, that one came off the top ropes. Are you going blind, Belinda? Watts for the cover!




Crowd: *POP!*

Simone: By all rights, this one should have been over, but the champ continues his reign, at least for a little while longer.

Adams: Watts is not finished bringing the fight to Gabriel, though. This one is not over until the fat lady sings!

Watts is the first one up to his feet, taking his time as he clutches onto his ribs. He stumbles around to see Gabriel on his hands and knees. Watts leans down, waiting for Gabriel to get to his feet. As he does, Watts comes forward with a Clothesline, but Gabriel ducks underneath it. Watts stumbles into the ropes, but turns around immediately. He comes in guns ablaze toward Gabriel, only to receive a Kitchen Sink for his troubles. Watts stumbles back, and Gabriel knows to stay on him. He bashes Watts a few times in the face, sending him reeling into the ropes. As he does, Watts rakes his eyes, breaking Gabriel's momentum. Watts takes a second to catch his breath and shake the cobwebs out, as Gabriel is still feeling the effects of the Shots of Anarchy just a mere moment ago. Misty is seen in the front row, rallying the fans to get a cheer going behind Watts. It starts off slow, but the Original Bombshell's enthusiasm slowly begins to rub off on them.

Simone: I'm beginning to see your point here, Jason. Andrew Watts is not afraid to get dirty... but neither is Gabriel. He'd better not forget that.

Adams: I will give Gabriel this, he didn't become the first ever SCW Heavyweight Champion, and has not regained that belt and held onto it for months now, by underestimating his opponents. Watts is going to have to work hard here to pull off the W.

The crowd cheers louder and louder until Watts turns into a hard Spinning Heel Kick that nearly knocks the taste out of his mouth. He holds onto his face as he spins around in a full circle. As he comes back, Gabriel hits a hard European Uppercut to Watts, and then moves behind him and plants him hard against the mat with a nearly perfect German Suplex that he hooks on for a pin.

Simone: We could be in for an sudden victory here from the champion!




Barely at the two count, Watts slips his shoulder off of the mat. As he rolls off and Gabriel gets up, Watts darts forward with a barrage of heavy punches and kicks to Gabriel. He uses this surprise attack to his advantage as he backs him into a corner. He hits a hard knee to the gut, and then sizes Gabriel up for a Knife's Edge Chop to his chest. The crowd echoes a resounding "oooh!" before Watts hits another. He looks around in satisfaction, nodding his head to the audience and their support.

Adams: This guy sure knows how to deliver a chop. You could probably hear those outside of the building tonight!

Simone: I agree with you there, Jason. Watts is showing a bit of versatility against the champion.

Adams: He needs to stay on top of his game though, because…

With that distraction, Gabriel slips from out of the corner, holding onto his chest for a moment. He stands directly behind Watts before he even realizes that the Sin of Greed has escaped the corner. The crowd looks stunned as Gabriel wraps his arm around Watts's throat and twists over with a Spinning Neckbreaker. It isn't long before Gabriel drops an elbow down onto Watts chest, standing up and repeating the process quickly two more times. He drapes over Watts who is staring up at the ceiling almost seeming a bit confused as his brain is shaken. He is then dragged to his feet by the cocky champion and thrown over to the corner with precision. Gabriel is about to follow after him when Watts reverses the whip, sending Gabriel into the corner. Watts looks around for a moment and then crashes into Gabriel with what is supposed to be a Flying Body Splash, but Gabriel drops down quickly, causing Gabriel to collide with the top turnbuckle. He wastes no time this time around as he rolls Watts up into a Schoolboy Pin.



Simone: Excellent form, but the execution was just a bit premature, not even getting a two count for the champ there..

Adams: There is definitely no lack of guts or determination from Gabriel, though. You have to give him that at least.

Before the second count, Watts kicks out. Gabriel slides out of the pin position and kicks Watts in the gut. He grips onto his arms and lifts him up, shoving his head between his legs. He looks around quickly and then lifts Watts up into a Powerbomb position. Watts flails to try getting free, even trying for a punch to Gabriel's face. It is all for nothing as Gabriel sends him down to the mat in a maneuver that shakes the entire ring, and the building as the boos are nearly deafening. Gabriel drops down for a pin.




Watts gets his shoulders up just in the nick of time. The crowd cheers, however, only since the match is continuing. Gabriel goes into the lion's den as he places his own head between Watts legs, only to flip upward, taking Watts over with a surprise Hurricanrana! Watts slaps his leg in just a bit of frustration before getting back up to his feet ever so slowly. He picks Gabriel up off of the mat and then flings him into the ropes. As he rebounds, Watts goes for a back body drop, but Gabriel lunges forward with a Flying Lariat that causes the Renegade Watts to stumble backward. Gabriel bounces off of the ropes and comes forward, but Watts finally gets that Back Body Drop he was seeking moments ago. Gabriel flops against the mat and rolls around holding his back. Watts darts over to the nearest corner and quickly climbs to the top. Watts looks around at the audience, watching as they are getting pumped up. As he turns around, Gabriel has made it to his feet. He clubs Watts, causing him to fall split down the middle.

Adams: This is one helluva match with unending twists and turns.

Simone: Crowd reaction is important, but in moderation. Watts needs to get his head in the game here or else he won't stand a chance against a seasoned veteran such as Gabriel.

Gabriel hooks the arm of Watts and climbs up to the second turnbuckle. Watts fights back with a jab to Gabriel's face. He fires back, and then climbs to the top turnbuckle. The two men balance there, fighting back and forth with punches, until Gabriel gets the upper hand. He hooks his arm around Watts neck and then sets him up for a Superplex. Watts hooks his leg around Gabriel's, nearly tripping the two up. He shoves Gabriel off, but Gabriel still has hold of Watts arm, and he swings him over in a mid-air armdrag that sends the crowd into a frenzy. Both men lie out on the ground for a moment, rolling around in their own forms of pain. The audience pulls behind Watts, trying to coax him up to his feet. They slowly work their way there, Gabriel getting there first. They exchange a few weary punches, both men a tad bit groggy. Gabriel gets the upper hand, sending a hard right, following it up with a swift left.

Simone: Watts, Watts, Watts… The chants are fueling that drive to win, but the crowd is waiting for it to kick in and take control.

Adams: And every fist Gabriel delivers to Watts face as well.

Watts surprises the champ as he grabs onto Gabriel to send him into the ropes, but Gabriel falls to one knee. As he does, he tugs Watts forward with a Shoulderbutt. Gabriel stands up and then drags Watts forward into another. This time, Watts follows it up with an offensive maneuver of his own, hitting an Axe Handle Smash across Gabriel's back. He pulls him forward with a Belly-to-Back Suplex. He stands up, taking a deep breath as he stumbles back a few paces, leaning onto the turnbuckle to catch his breath. He shakes it off quickly and then darts forward, looking for an Elbow Smash, but Gabriel quickly moves out of the way. Watts holds onto his elbow as he rolls back up to his feet.

Simone: Oh, that one looked like it hurt. Gabriel is very good at playing opossum.

Adams:It looks like these two are about to engage in a serious stare down. They both know that the end is near, and they are ready to fight for that victory.

Gabriel drives an elbow right into Watts's face, knocking him back a few steps. He repeats this as the fans begin to boo. Watts grabs onto Gabriel's shoulders and then sets him up for the Knee Deep finisher, but Gabriel wrestles his way out of it and boots Watts in the gut. He tries to set him up for the Avada Kedavra, but Watts dodges and then punches him in the ribs.

Belinda Both men are struggling to get the upper hand here, and both men are getting tired.

Adams: They've got the biggest prize of all on the line and neither one wants to walk away empty handed.

Gabriel breaks free but Watts is right there with a Clothesline. Gabriel falls down to the mat hard, but springs up as fast as he can. Watts climbs the turnbuckle and tries for a Knee Deep off of the top ropes, but Gabriel waits for the right opportunity and rolls out of the way at the last possible second. He waits to the side as Watts struggles on the mat to finally get up. Gabriel quickly sets Watts up for the Avada Kedavra once more, but Watts wiggles free of Gabriel's grip, and shoves the champion through the ropes. Gabriel finds his way to his feet slowly, only for Watts to fly off of the top ropes, finally nailing the Knee Deep to the outside. The crowd goes into an amazing, and deafening frenzy as Jasmine leans to the outside to check on both men. As they are laid out, she has no choice but to initiate a count.




Neither man moves, even as Misty gets the Watts cheers going on once more. They lie there in a sweaty heap on the cold flooring.




Watts rolls over, much to the delight of the fans wanting to see this one continue. She gets onto his hands and knees, slamming the ground in determination as he slowly gets to his feet. There is no way for him to win by count out, so he drags Gabriel up slowly with him.


Watts stumbles over toward the ring, trying to lift Gabriel up and onto the apron, but still clearly out of it.


Gabriel struggles a little bit, but Watts finally gets him onto the apron. He nails a few harsh elbows to the champion's face.


Watts rolls inside of the ring, pushing Gabriel over about a foot as his eyes roll into the back of his head. He flops down on top of Gabriel, and it is only now that we see the back of Watts head has been busted open. The crowd gasps as Jasmine drops down for the count.





Belinda WHAT?!.


Watts growls in frustration as he pounds on the mat. He shouts obscenities at Jasmine as he shoves Gabriel's shoulders down to the mat. He leans up, staring right at Jasmine, who glares right back as she goes for the count again.




Watts: AGAIN!

He shouts in Jasmine's direction as he shoves Gabriel's shoulders down, putting all of his weight on Gabriel's shoulders again. His glare gets nastier at Jasmine, who returns it just as nasty.




Simone: Um, Watts? It's not a good idea to get on the official's bad side...

Adams: Especially one as fiery as Jasmine St. John! She's put down men much bigger who have gotten in her face.

Watts gets up from his position and gets in Jasmine's face. He sputters angrily as he feels wronged. He backs her into a corner, as he stumbles from the blood loss. She shouts at him to give her some space, but he is relentless in his pursuit. He grabs onto her hair as he jerks her head to look at him. It catches him entirely off guard as she slaps him hard across the face. As he spins around, he sees Gabriel perched on a far turnbuckle. Before he can even react, Gabriel lands the Fall From Grace to a standing Watts! As both men collapse, they knock into Jasmine, causing her to crash the back of her head into the turnbuckle. Gabriel hooks the leg proudly, not realizing the state of affairs. When he doesn't hear Jasmine's hand slapping the mat, he looks up and his face turns ghost white. He stands up, backing away from Watts as he goes to try to wake Jasmine up. When this doesn't work, he stomps the mat in frustration. He turns around to see Watts sprawled out on the mat. He looks around and a smile comes upon his face.

Simone: With the distance Gabriel got on that move, it's no wonder Jasmine is out cold!

Adams: I am more worried about what Gabriel has got in mind now that the rules are out the window.

Gabriel drops down to the mat and rolls to the outside. He walks right over to the Timekeepers table and shoves him out of his seat. He picks the chair up and folds it as he walks back over to the ring. He slides it to the inside and immediately follows after it. He sets it back up as he walks over to Watts. He grabs onto his tights and yanks him up to his feet. Watts is still barely with it as Gabriel hoists him up onto his shoulders. He turns around in a half circle before charging forward with a Running K Driver!

Simone: The Avada Kedavra onto a chair! I don't care if Jasmine is out, this one is ohhh-ver!

Adams: Gabriel retains, and... Ohhhhh!

Watts kicks his feet wildly until he slides down Gabriel's back, bringing the champion down with a Crucifix, however, he does not lock it in for the pin. Instead, he rolls over to the chair, folding it up. He leans on it, trying to gain his footing as Gabriel charges at him. Gabriel grabs the back of Watts head, ready to bring his throat down across the top of the chair. However, Watts gets out of Gabriel's grip and flings him into the ropes. As Gabriel comes back, Watts connects with the chair right to Gabriel's head, sending him down to the mat, busted open! Watts looks over to see Jasmine holding onto her head. He smacks Gabriel once more for good measure before kicking the chair to the outside. He drops down over Gabriel and hooks the leg. Jasmine weakly crawls over to the bloodied pair and drops her hand down for the count.



Crowd: *POP!!!*

Simone: I can't believe it! Gabriel is a bloody mess, but he's still got his foot onto the bottom rope to break up the pin.

Adams: The only winner determined is the audience, because they get to see the match continue!

Watts grips onto the sides of his head as he leans up. He shakes his head and goes to the outside of the ring. Something has snapped inside of him as he grabs the steel chair. He holds it up in the air and points at it, and then over to the fallen Gabriel. Jasmine comes to the outside of the ring to wrestle it away from Watts, and she succeeds. However, Watts yanks it right back out of her hand as he heads toward the ring. Jasmine spins him around, giving him the orders to drop the chair. He isn't done inflicting pain yet, so he shrugs her off quickly and turns around to get inside of the ring, when...


Simone: Gabriel just nailed a Baseball Slide to the challenger!

Adams: Talk about a plan backfiring...

Gabriel can barely see through the crimson mask that is beginning to cake onto his face, but he sees enough to lift Watts off of the ground. He sends the challenger right into the ring post with an Irish Whip. Watts tumbles to the ground, his nose and forehead busted open too. He crawls away, but Gabriel stumbles right after him. He grabs onto Watts leg, but Watts leans up with a Mule Kick that sends Gabriel stumbling backward. Watts crawls over to the announcers table, placing a bloody hand on top of it as he slowly pulls himself up with it. Gabriel crashes forward with a running splash. Watts leans back on the table as Gabriel pushes him up onto it. Gabriel looks out into the audience as he climbs onto the barricade. He taunts the booing audience for a second as he steadies himself. He begins sprinting across the long stretch, only for Watts to stand up and greet him with a Spear, right on the announcers table! Both men fall onto the table top as Belinda and Jason scatter.

Simone: This is our cue to leave, Jason...

Adams: Yeah, I think this view is a little too close for my liking...

Gabriel is out as Watts grips onto his side. He stands up on the table, about to fall off as the blood rushes down his face. He has a sinister look on his face as he awaits Gabriel's rise. Gabriel is slow with it, but he makes it to his feet, just in time to get the wind kicked right out of him. Watts grabs onto his head for the Highlight!

Adams: It's over, just like our table's long lifespan! It's okay Tarah the Table, you've had a long meaningful life for an announcers table...

Just as Watts is about to come crashing down atop the table, Gabriel disappears into a cloud of smoke! Watts chokes on the smoke as he waves at it. Once it dissipates, Watts looks at his empty hands, with a look that says "What the fuck?" Watts turns around to look toward Jasmine, just in time to get hoisted up onto Gabriel's shoulders and planted through the table with the Avada Kedavra! The crowd goes wild at the amazing display. Gabriel is woozy as he slowly drags Watts over toward the ring. He slides him inside, and then immediately follows after. He looks out into the audience as his eyes roll into the back of his head, and he does a prat fall right on top of Watts. Jasmine slides inside of the ring for the count.





Simone: I don't believe it!

Justin Decent: Here is your winner and STILL SCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... GABRIEL!!!

Adams: From beginning to end, this match could have easily gone one way or the other. It came down to luck, and a broken announcers table, but both men gave it everything they had, down to the last second of this match

Inside of the ring, Gabriel is still sprawled out over a motionless Watts as paramedics come down to the ring. They check on both men, as they are each brought out to separate gurneys. Out of respect, Justin Decent places the belt over Gabriel's limp body as the fans continue to buzz about one hell of a match! The paramedics bring Watts through the curtains first as the fans give a rousing chant for him, lead by Misty.


As the paramedics bring Gabriel up the ramp next, he surprises the audience as he weakly raises the belt into the air, above his body. This gains a small amount of respect from the audience as they cheer for the display.

Simone: This Supercard lived up to it's name tonight. Sadly we are out of time, but tune into Climax Control in two weeks for the fallout from tonights events! I am Belinda Simone...

Adams: And I am spent! Have a good un folks!

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